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A Winter's Tale

By: SpaceToast



A robed figure made its way up the snowy path. It stopped at the door. The small house was unlit, and there was no smoke coming from the chimney. The figure looked cautiously around, to make sure no one had followed, and then quietly knocked.

The door opened. Gradually, two eyes appeared. "Ron," said Hermione, letting him in and shutting the door behind him. She breathed out. Her wand was in her hand, behind the door.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Of course! Of course. Come on in. Sit down." She pointed to the couch. He sat down. She sat on a wooden chair nearby, scrunching her fingers into her tangled hair. 

Ron looked around. The windows were blacked, by a spell. The fireplace was empty, except for a charmed oil lantern, hung across it. Two more lit the rest of the cottage, one on the table, on the kitchen side of the room, and the other on a small end table between the entrances to the bathroom and bedroom.

Ron looked back at Hermione. "This is cozy," he said.

"Yes! I'm sorry-" Hermione held up her wand and snapped her fingers. A warm breeze issued from somewhere, and the temperature in the room went up a few degrees. "It was my nana's. Mom said I could use it... as long as I needed to."

Ron smiled.

"Any word from Harry?"

"No," said Ron, shaking his head. "Still no clues." His instincts wanted him to say, "we don't know if he's alive or dead," but he didn't.

After a moment, Hermione said, "Bloody thing to happen on Christmas..." She smiled and winced at the same time.

"Oh, that reminds me..." Ron fished into a pocket of his robe and removed a small package, rudely wrapped and bound with string. "Mom wanted you to have this."

Hermione took it and unwrapped a tightly wound up scarf, knitted in bright hues of orange, yellow and purple. She held it to her face, and then asked, "how is your family holding up?"

"Well, Ginny's been taking this... about as hard as you'd imagine."

"Yeah."

"But she's... she's tougher than she used to be, you know? She's really holding up well... well I think so. Mom's not doing great, but she's holding up. I think she and Ginny are both trying to put on a good face, each for the other. My brothers are doing what they can... by all means necessary. Dad and I haven't been home much. We've been working late late hours at the bureau, sleeping there half the time. It's just rough. These are rough times."

"I know."

"That also reminds me. We thought it would be best if you could stay holed-up out here for a few more days. Just to be safe."

"I can't stand it. I hate it. I've been here for two nights-"

"I know. But the bureau can't risk having all the country's most powerful wizards in one place, not with Him out-"

"Ron?"

"What?"

"Didn't Harry teach us anything?" She mouthed, "Voldemort," and Ron said it. "Don't live in fear," she added quietly. The lamps burned perfectly, as they would until dawn. Hermione sat in her chair. "How many days has it been?"

"Six. My dad got an owl from him dated Tuesday evening. That's bureau information, though. You can't go-"

"Ron, who am I going to tell?"

"You're right, sorry..."

Hermione buried her face in her hair.

"You still carrying a torch for him?" Ron asked.

"Yes," she answered simply. "And for you too, Ron. I've had two very extraordinary men in my life, up to this point. I've been lucky."

"I didn't mean it to sound that blunt."

"Oh I know! I'm glad you were willing to ask me that. I think it speaks well of our friendship, Ron. This is a time to be honest with each other. If there ever was such a time. This is it."

"I agree."

They listened silently through all twelve chimes of the clock. "Merry Christmas," said Ron. Hermione flipped her scarf around her neck, and waved the end gaily.

It reminded Ron. "I should get going," he said, and rose.

"No. Please stay. You can't have anywhere else to go tonight." She was asking. She wasn't pleading. If she had been pleading, Ron would have said yes automatically, but what was he supposed to do when she was asking?

He thought a moment. "Do you have a telephone?"

"Yes, in my bag." Hermione retrieved a cellular phone from her purse on the table between them. She flipped the lid open, and showed him where the "on" button was. "Felly-tone," she remarked. Both smiled at the in-joke. "Is it safe?" she suddenly asked. 

"Yes. Something about the way your voice gets chopped up in the air. They can listen in, but it doesn't make any sense. Dad's been- Dad!" He had dialed the number successfully. "Dad, is that you?"

Mr. Weasley was obviously speaking too loudly, on the other end. "Ron?! Is this Ron?!"

"Dad, it's me."

"Ron, where are you?!"

"I'm with Hermione, dad. I'm going to stay here tonight."

"Okay. I love you, son!"

"I love you too, dad. Bye." He handed the phone back to Hermione, and she pushed the "off" button.

Hermione walked toward the kitchen side of the room. "Are you hungry?" she asked.

"No, I stopped at home about eight. Mum made dinner. I felt bad for not being able to stay, but I brought some to dad before I headed here."

Hermione opened a chest. It was one of those old-fashioned firewood boxes, the kind that can be loaded from outdoors. It appeared that Hermione had been using it as an icebox. She removed two Welleselyhops' Wizard Ale bottles, and returned, handing one to Ron. "Ejecta," she said, and the corks popped out. She fished two coasters from the drawer in the coffee table, and sat down next to Ron on the couch. She shivered a little, touching her new scarf, then reached for her wand to warm the room again.

"Shall we have a toast?"

"Let's have a toast," said Hermione.

Ron raised his bottle. "Here's to a merry Christmas," he said. "We can't be with our families, but at least we’re not alone. Never alone."

Their bottlenecks tinked. Ron took a chug. It tasted like a bright summer afternoon, with a hint of corn.

"Ron..." Hermione had leaned back against the quilt. Her eyes were dark. The lamp by the bathroom showed only the side of her cheek. Ron found himself staring. The scarf had fallen down across her breast. She touched his shoulder. He leaned in... and kissed her.

She met him. Her lips felt chapped. She seemed small, almost breakable, to Ron. She didn't retreat, after the kiss. Ron could still feel her breath on his face, could see her eyes almost shut. They kissed again, this time more forcefully. 

They recovered for a second, and put their beers down on the floor and coffee table. Hermione had hardly touched hers.

Ron put a hand on Hermione's arm. The muscle felt like a soft layer of padding covering something vital. Her shoulder felt solid and too small at the same time.

As they leaned back, Hermione pressed a hand against the back of Ron's head, pushing his mouth to her. Something released in her, sending a tremor through her body.

Ron's hand found the lump of her breast, and squeezed it. His weight pressed down on her. She managed to scoot her knee up across his lap and bring her legs to either side of him. Her crotch was warm. Ron wanted her desperately. His hips made the motion of fucking. Hers followed. The end of his very erect penis came down beneath her pubic bone, and tried to push in. She broke off kissing for a breath, for the first time, and Ron came to notice something; she was crying.

"Are you all right?"

She said nothing, but nodded vigorously, through tears. Hermione stood up, and Ron took her hand. "Up," she whispered. Ron stood, and she led him into the bedroom.

The moon had come out outside, and although the windows were charmed, the moonlight was allowed in. Hermione stood in the shaft of dull light, beside the bed, wiping her tears. Ron unwrapped her scarf from her neck. He reached to her waist, and she put her arm up. The sweater came off, popping and crackling in her bunchy hair. She wore a black turtleneck underneath, which accentuated her breasts and the curvature of her stomach.

Ron wanted to kiss her. Hermione's mouth opened, but for some reason the kiss never came. She removed his robe, and then his coat. He kicked his boots off, then stepped on his socks. Hermione pulled his long-sleeve shirt off him. Their faces were close, their cheeks brushing. Ron put his hands on Hermione's waist, and began pulling her turtleneck up. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra as he did so. Both came off together, and Hermione stood before Ron with her full, small breasts pointing out at angles in the moonlight. They brushed his tee-shirt as she stood up on her tiptoes, unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. There she stood, wearing nothing but her panties, and socks.

Ron touched her breasts, and kissed her, and then couldn't resist, and pushed her down on the quilt of the bed and began making out with her. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, and held him to her. Ron struggled his pants off, kicking them onto the floor.

It was cold in the room. Hermione pulled up a corner of the sheets, and got them underneath, where the heat began to build up between them. Ron sucked against her earlobe, and Hermione arched. A thin sheen of sweat covered her breasts. She pulled the tee shirt off over his head, and threw it away. He kissed her neck, and then her lips, and then her neck again, his arms going up under her shoulders and squeezing her against his chest. One hand went down under her butt, kneading her against him. His hard cock rubbed up and down her pelvis.

"I love you, Ron," she breathed, as his hand came up underneath her panties and pulled them to one side. Hermione shifted her knees up on either side of him, and clawed her socks off. Her feet felt cold against Ron's calves. He pulled his shorts down. His penis pressed up into her exposed thigh and butt cheek, then against the side that didn't have her panties strung across it. She gave a start as Ron pushed against her pubic hair, slipped, and then popped up inside, entering her.

Ron could feel a wet spot on the bed, against his balls. He pushed into her. Hermione matched his strokes, grinding them together. Small noises escaped her. Her hand was against his butt, holding tightly. The bed was creaking, thumping as they went. Ron kissed Hermione's warm face. Hermione was gone. 

With an effort to suppress it, he came, spasming as his body filled her up. He spurted several times, then fell limp atop her.

"Keep going," she begged in a raspy voice. Uncoordinatedly at first, he struggled to continue the rhythm. His cock felt cold and burning at the same time. He struggled into her, while his erection lasted.

Her breathing soon resumed its urgency. It grew labored, and she came with a neat little cry.

Ron fell out, still thrusting slightly, a few moments later. Hermione exhaled raggedly, wrapped her arms around him, and held him tightly. They slept soundly, off to the side of the bed beyond their collective wet spot.

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In the morning, Ron found Hermione under a quilt in the main room. The snow had begun to fall outside.

"I love you," he said, surprised to hear himself speak.

Hermione smiled. She parted the quilt, and Ron climbed underneath. They cuddled for a few minutes.

"You slept late," she said.

His hands were on her breasts. "Oh no... I need to get going."

"Stay," she whispered.

"I can't," said Ron.

"I know that! I had to ask."

She drew the quilt tighter around them both. Ron bundled his arms around her and held her to him underneath. The snow fell outside.

"This is all... this is bigger than us," said Ron finally.

"Us?" asked Hermione, head down.

He kissed her neck. "Yeah, us." She bend around backward and kissed him.

Hermione helped him find his clothes, and dressed him. They kissed, and then kissed harder, as Ron's palm touched her little chestnut patch of pubic hair. One finger slipped inside her, but slipped out again soon, reluctantly. Ron knew he had to go, and Hermione knew she was being terrible. Irresponsible, even. She bade Ron to go, but kept kissing him, and he covered her with kisses, even as he backed toward the door, assenting. It was the hardest thing Ron ever did, leaving her there.

Ron walked back up the path and was soon gone. The storm mounted outside in his absence and his tracks disappeared, leaving Hermione with only a dull ache, the desire for him to return, and a wish that she had something to read.

A Winter's Tale



This is my entry in the WInter Holidays Story Contest 2015, a romantic story with a dark twist, now re-submitted in the BDSM category. I hope that you enjoy it - if you do, I'd love you forever if you could vote for it! Your feedback means a lot to me. Thank you! x

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It begins with a few white flakes floating out of a leaden sky. They multiply, whirling and dancing, and within a couple of hours the trees and the earth are wearing a brand new thick white coat. When the clouds break and the sun comes out, the world is transformed into a magical winter wonderland, and we grab our warm clothes, scarves and gloves, and go out to play.

We walk hand in hand to the woods, our breath hanging in the air like mist, the world made peaceful by the thick, sound-absorbing carpet. When we get there, we're instantly transformed into little kids. You grin at me, a sparkle in your eye.

"Can't catch me!"

You're off, darting through the trees, and I'm in hot pursuit, both of us laughing like loons. Damn! You *are* quick! Teasing, keeping just far enough away, playing peek-a-boo behind the trees. I content myself with crouching down, scooping up good handfuls and launching snowballs at you. Ooh, close! One hits the tree trunk right in front of you, exploding and showering you with powdery virginal whiteness, and I hear you giggle. Projectiles are coming back at me now, wildly inaccurate, but gradually you come closer and the aim improves. 

Finally we're stood in the open, hurling snowballs at each other. I'm howling with laughter when you bend down to reload and I catch you a direct hit on the ass, but when I make a dash to catch you, you're off again, retreating to a safe distance and launching the next bombardment. We're getting closer, and my jacket is covered in snowy bomb bursts, and yours is looking pretty white, too. I hold up both my arms, staring you out. Maybe I can really hypnotise you. I open my mouth to yell something, and I don't see the snowball coming. I'm down, clutching my face, and within seconds you're by my side, crouching over me.

"I'm sorry, baby, are you OK?"

I grin wolfishly at you as I grab you with a strong arm and pull you to the ground.

"I am now! Got you!!"

We're laughing like crazy as we grapple in the snow, arms and legs everywhere. You're strong, but I'm stronger, and I manage to grab your wrists, and when I claim your mouth with mine, you stop struggling, your arm goes round my neck and we're kissing passionately.

You feel my hand slip under your waistband and smile, then suddenly you're not smiling any more, as the cold and wetness hits you.

"Aarrrgghhh, you bastard!"

You're pummelling me with your little fists, trying to be angry but really wanting to laugh, and I'm fending you off with a grin.

"Shit, that's really cold! My poor puss."

"Awww, sorry, kitten. Let me warm her up again."

My hand thrust into your knickers does make you feel better, and when I pull down your jeans and panties and kneeling, fasten my mouth to your freezing pussy, a warm glow goes right through you. You look round nervously, but there's nobody else in sight, and it feels too good to stop me. I can't get at you well enough to make you come, but you're feeling much, much better by the time I stop, and you smile sweetly at me.

"Your turn, baby."

You pull up your knickers and jeans again, then set to work on mine, kneeling in the snow and unzipping me, drawing down my clothes to expose my cock and ass, then you open your mouth and reach for my quivering erection. I close my eyes and tip my head back in anticipation.

"FUCK!"

The handful of concealed snow you wrap around my penis and rub into my balls is a massive shock, but incredibly my cock reacts by getting even harder, and when you wrap your warm mouth around the freezing shaft, I'm in no state to complain about anything at all. You don't forgive me that easily, though.

"Right, that's enough, mister. I need to get home and get some dry clothes on, thanks to you!"

I laugh.

"Grrrrrr, OK, you got me! Let's get you home and out of these wet things. I don't want you catching cold. Hey, isn't the traditional Scandinavian way of warming up after a roll in the snow to be beaten with birch twigs? Maybe we should take some back with us."

"Hmmmmm, only among masochists and perverts like us, I think. I'll only let you do that on one condition."

"Hey, you're mine, babygirl, you don't get to make conditions! But just out of interest, what was your condition?"

"That when you've finished beating my poor ass, you give me a damn good fucking."

I hug you and kiss your lips tenderly.

"Deal!"

Rosy-cheeked, we gather up some twigs which might be suitable for the task in hand, laughing and joking about the suitability or otherwise of particular species. You don't seem too keen on holly and stinging nettles, for some reason, although I'm of the view that they might add a certain twist to the proceedings. I'm not entirely sure that the ones we end up with are actually birch, but they're thin, pliable and nicely whippy, so I'm happy. I'm particularly enjoying seeing you happily selecting the best implements with which to beat your ass. You're an amazing girl, walking home through the snow with me, our arms linked and your head on my shoulder.

When we get back to your place, I close the front door behind us and take you in my arms for a long, deep kiss. Your body feels so good as it melts into mine. We just fit perfectly. We could stay here forever, but we both have something a little more adventurous in mind, and I reluctantly break the embrace.

"Bedroom. Now!"

You grin cheekily at me and head up the stairs to your apartment. I follow you, watching your ass swaying in front of me. I could swear that you put a little extra wiggle in when you know I'm watching. I love it.

"Time to get those wet clothes off. Strip!"

You poke your tongue out at me, but comply, with a wonderfully endearing mixture of eagerness and shyness. Mostly you prefer it when I undress you, but the feeling of my ravenous eyes on you as you get naked is both scary and thrilling.

"Put your collar on."

It's funny how four words can have such an effect on you. Your mind switches to submissive mode as soon as you hear them; you're now completely under my control, relishing the thought of being used and abused, wondering how much I will hurt you this time, and whether I will let you have the relief which you need so badly. You adore the playfulness and fun of our day to day relationship, but these moments are the icing on the cake for you, when our dark sides are allowed free expression and we connect on a much deeper and darker level.

"Would you like me over your lap now?"

"Not this time, kitten. I need more space to whip you properly. On the bed on all fours."

Your mouth is dry. Whip you? That sounds serious. You pussy isn't dry, though, it's responding already in anticipation. You just hope that I remember the deal we had.

"Head and shoulders down. That's it. Now, spread your legs and get that ass in the air."

So vulnerable, bared and on display. And so beautiful. I stroke the taut curve of your backside, the flesh still chilled from its exposure to the winter air and damp, then deliberately run my hand over your sex, eliciting a gasp. You hear me unhurriedly removing my own clothes, and lick your lips, an unconscious reaction which doesn't go unnoticed, and I smile quietly to myself.

"Time to warm you up, baby."

I gather half a dozen twigs in my right hand and test them. They make a satisfying whooshing noise as they cut through the air, and the sound sends a fearful thrill through you, making you simultaneously want it to be all over and yearn for the pain.

You hear the sound again, a split second before sensation blooms on the skin of your ass. It feels weird, and nothing like my hand when it spanks you. Harder and sharper, more concentrated. Not too painful. Yet.

The next stroke is much harder, and you yelp as the wood cuts cruelly into your tender flesh. Then the beating begins in earnest: steady blows, working methodically over every inch of your ass and upper thighs. Harder and harder, and pieces of broken twig fly through the air. You're screaming now, your whole rear end feeling like it's on fire. 

I was calm when I began, but my own dark desires and your cries drive me into a frenzy, thrashing you savagely until my arm aches. Enough. Your ass looks incredible. The white flesh is marked all over with red scratches and weals, spotted here and there with tiny droplets of crimson blood. Lust takes over and I hurl the remains pieces of twig across the room and jump on you, flattening you under my weight. You cry out again as my body presses against your tortured ass, and then I'm inside you in one stroke, your molten pussy welcoming my hard cock.

I fuck you like a beast, urgently thrusting my hips against you, straining to get my cock deep inside you. My nails rake down your shoulders, arms and flanks and I bite into your sweet flesh wherever I can reach. I'm frenzied, out of control, and very soon I'm crying out myself, biting hard into your shoulder as I pump you full of hot, creamy come, emptying myself into your depths.

My supine body lies hot and heavy on your back, and you can feel trickles of sweat running off me onto your sides, matching the trickle which escapes from your pussy. You feel sore, used and abused, and very happy.

When I finally roll off you, still breathing heavily, I'm shocked by the sight of your body. Not only is your ass a mass of lacerations and angry welts which are now beginning to turn to dark bruises, but your white skin is marked all over with love bites, from your neck and shoulders to the small of your back. Oh, my baby, what have I done to you? It's brutal and it's beautiful. 

I reach out for the big pot of coconut oil on the bedside table, and I begin to massage it all over your back, especially all the places where I've marked you. You sigh contentedly, relaxing under my sensuous touch. When I reach your ass, you wince in pain, then relax again and open your legs, encouraging my hand to slip down between your thighs and massage you there, too.

You want to turn over, but I'm kneeling over you, my left hand pressed flat on the small of your back while my right hand goes to work on your pussy and clit. Submitting to my will, you give yourself up to my tender ministrations and the deep pleasure which is gathering in your body. You're not used to being fingered in this position, but it feels really good, and your body is starting to buck and writhe under my hands. They're firm and relentless, permitting you no escape, and suddenly you're coming, your orgasm washing over your battered body like a tidal wave of ecstasy, then subsiding to a sweet, healing balm.

Still dazed in the afterglow, you curl up into me, and I take you in my arms and cradle you on my chest, like a contented, purring kitten.

"I love you so much, my baby."

"I love you, too, my beast." 



A Winter's Tale



Part 1


I will start at the beginning before I was born.  My dad was married before he met my mom.  He had two kids with his ex-wife, but after years of fighting for visitations, child support, he signed over his parental rights, so that his ex-wife’s new husband could legally adopt his children.  During this time, he worked for as a tech guy for a telephone company.  One of his new duties was to work with the Mexican telephone company and help them create new services.

During his 6-month stay in Mexico City, he traveled to all the tourist attractions.  His company & the Mexican company paid for his living expenses and apartment.  Along with being able to travel, he was dating again.  He began to learn Spanish and would often travel to towns and cities that were not usually filled with tourists.  But every weekend he would have to come back to the city.  It was during this time that he began to talk to the young woman that cleaned his apartment…it would turn out to be my mom.  My mom spoke a few words in English, and dad’s Spanish still need improvement.  One day he noticed a big bruise on my mom’s arm.  He questioned her about it, and through some tears, managed to say that her dad (my grandfather) was going to take her to a ‘brothel’ in Tijuana, so that she could make more money for the family.  She did not want to, she liked her job, but she wasn’t making money.  She was responsible for her mom, dad, and brothers.  The bruised arm was a result of my grandfather’s brutal beating and unsuccessful molestation.  Although, she had managed to fight off my grandfather’s abuse, she knew it would only be a matter of time before he did succeed in raping her.

My dad, being the gentleman that he was, consoled my mom as best as he could and allowed her to stay with him.  Although he now says, he was just trying to be nice he had already started falling in love with my mom.  She continued to work for the housecleaning service, and continued to support her mom and brothers.  Dad arranged for my grandmother to receive my mom’s paycheck and some extra money.  During the two months that my parents lived together, he did not attempt to seduce her, fearing that it would only push her away and back with her abusive father.  My mom, from what my she told me, thought that the American was only being nice to her because he wanted sex.  She hinted to him that she would be his woman just as long as he allowed her to stay.  My dad was afraid his company would find out about the living arrangement, since my mom 16 and he was 33.  Just before, his work assignment was about to end, he proposed to my mom.  They were married in a civil ceremony in Mexico City, and through some major haggling; mom was allowed to come to the U.S. with my dad with a Visa until she could apply for residency.   My dad was very happy, he married a beautiful woman, that did not want to put a career before her husband, and of course wanted children.  A year after they married, I was born.  






					Part 2


Now my story begins………Winter’s tale

My mom and I had a great relationship; people often confused us for sisters because we looked so much alike.  Again, she was only 17 yrs old when she had me, so we practically grew up together.  My mom didn’t talk much about her life back in Mexico, just that it was a hard life, and her father was a cruel man.  I didn’t know or understand what she meant until a few years later.  

Right before my 18th birthday, mom was talking me to the mall to buy me new school clothes.  As we were driving to the mall, we were hit by a drunk driver head on.  My mom was not wearing her seatbelt or at least that is what I remember.  The impact of the crash sent our car into another lane of cars, my mom died in the hospital two days later. I was hurt bad enough to require a two-week stay in the hospital.  My dad lost the love of his life, the woman that brought him back from depression, and I lost my mom. The aftermath of crash involved some lawsuits and settlements.  But all of that did not replace the mom I lost.  I began to suffer from depression and I began to have nightmares.  My dad would often come to my room, to hold me, wipe my tears away.  Of course, the counselor said that my nightmares would subside as I went through the grieving process.  

The nightmares continued for about 8 months, during this time dad would often sleep in my room-- either on my bed or on a cot next to my bed.  As my nightmares began to fade, I would often wonder to his room to seek comfort in the middle of the night. On the anniversary of mom’s death, my dad stayed out later than usual.  He had gone out to drink, and was a little tipsy when he got home.  He went to his room and I went into mine, after a few hours of sleeping alone, I climbed into bed with him.  Perhaps it was the alcohol or just the imagination of a grieving spouse, when I climbed into the bed, he turned around and began to kiss me. Not like a dad kisses his daughter, but the way I had seen him kiss mom.  He called me by her name and began to slowly undress me. The whole time just kissing me, I didn’t now what to do or say.  I had kissed a few boys in school, even let them fondle my boobs, but not the way daddy was kissing me or touching me. I began to feel a little tingly feeling all over my body, loving the sensations. The way he kissed me made me feel like a woman, his tongue touched mine sending electric shocks throughout my body, something that I had not experienced with the boys at school. But he stopped as soon as he realized that it was me that he was kissing, not mom.  He apologized, and asked me to leave his room, but I refused to leave.  I told him that it was okay, that I knew he missed mom as much as I did. 

I cried and begged him to allow me to stay in bed with him, although he felt ashamed for what had happened, he allowed me to stay.  After a few minutes had passed, I confessed to him that I enjoyed the way he kissed me, and asked him if mom enjoyed his kisses too.  We did not sleep the rest of the night, as we lay there talking about mom, boys, and kissing.  I reminded him so much of mom, he said that even without being drunk he would have thought I was her.  After kissing daddy, I no longer had interest in the boys in school.  I knew about sex from my friends. Although I was still a virgin I began to get curious.  I would sneak a peek at dad when he was getting dressed.  My body had already started to develop at a young age, by the time I was 17 years old, I was a nice 40D.   So, genetically speaking, I knew that I would have big boobs.  My mom was a 44DD.  I had often heard dad telling mom that she shouldn’t let me wear such tight tops because of my boobs…so I knew he had noticed them. The all the boys in high school begged me to show them my tits, but only a rare few actually touched them. I was a good girl or so I thought until my secret desire for daddy began to consume me.

My nightly visits to dad’s bed only added to my curiosity and sexual desire.  I would try snuggling close to him, almost to the point where I forced him to wrap his arms around me.  I loved the feeling of security, but also the feeling of his groin so close to my butt. Finally, I had to ask daddy if he enjoyed kissing me.  He said he did, but felt guilty that he enjoyed it. I told him how much I loved his kiss and if he hadn’t stopped, I would have let him do more.  His eyes grew wide…trying to understand what I was saying or implying.  I told him how much I missed mom too, and he was all I had left, it only felt natural to kiss him.  We had been sleeping in the same bed for over a year, and it seemed only natural that we kiss, cuddle and touch.  I believe I left him speechless.  Here was his 18 yr old daughter, telling him that it was okay for him to touch her.  Given the experience my mom had with her dad, my dad couldn’t imagine himself forcing me to have sex.  With that said, I kissed him.  It was a slow, soft kiss; I let my hands slowly slide his chest, down his belly to his cock.  I could feel it grow as I touched it, but he stopped me….he was afraid -- his heart was beating so loudly that I think our next-door neighbors heard it. 

So, for the next few nights it was a constant struggle for the both of us.  I would find ways to kiss him in the morning before I went to school, when he came home from work, and of course before I would go to my room.  But like clockwork, I would sneak into his room and lay next to him.  He would kiss me as he snuggled next to me, and of course, my I was happy to return his kisses.  After a few nights of kissing, he slowly began to touch me, feel me through my pajamas.  I had tried to go to his bed naked, but he would make me wear a t-shirt. I was dizzy every time he kissed me and touched my body, he would lightly fondle my breasts until my nipples were hard as rocks. He then began to suck on my tits like he was a baby, nursing them until I felt a big “tickle” come out of me through my pussy.  That was the first of many orgasms he would give me.  Slowly he introduced me to the joys of sex.  Always asking me if I wanted to continue, of course I never said stop.  The only thing he kept hidden from me was his cock, he said he wanted to teach me first about my body, he would have me masturbate for him, he would hold a mirror to my pussy so that I could see what it looks like as I fingered myself or later I would hold a mirror to watch him eat me. 

He loved eating my pussy, again always taking his time, and making sure it is something I wanted to do…and how many women would turn that down!!! So, in the course of 5 weeks, he had kissed every inch of my body.  I had yet to see his cock, after a while I was concerned that maybe it was broken (okay…I was naïve).  Finally came the day that I had longed for, we watched a porn together, and asked me to pay close attention at how the girls in the movie sucked cocks.  When he asked me if I was ready to do it, I dropped to my knees in an instant.  I took his cock out, watching the movie at the same time, I did exactly as the woman did in the video…licked him from head to balls, twirling my tongue around the pee hole, pumping my hand around it.  I tried to stick it all the way down my throat but I gagged. I think the sight of his daughter sucking his cock and the movie going at the same time was too much for dad, as he came.  He gave me no warning, and felt warm liquid oozing out of his pee hole.  I didn’t swallow all of it, because I wasn’t sure how it would taste and it was too much for me.  

He apologized for having so much cum, apparently he had saved it for this moment.  He told me that even though we had been fooling around for almost two month, he had not jerked off the last two weeks.  He wanted to make sure there was a lot of cum for me to swallow (he seems never to run out…don’t know why he was saving it).  Not soon after this, my dad’s company offered him a transfer to another city.  He took it, seeing an opportunity to move away from the sad memories.  We moved to a Midwestern state, where no one knew us, giving us the opportunity to be a little more daring.  On the way to visit the new town where dad thought of buying a house, we stayed at a hotel.  He asked for a single room with a cot, it wasn’t one of those really expensive hotels, but we were only going to stay the night, so we didn’t need two rooms.

This is the night that changed my life, because daddy took my virginity.  We started our night like any other, except we took our first shower together; daddy lavishing tons of attention on my pussy, washing it, teasing it, making me cum a few times as we showered.  He carried me to the bed, and we began to kiss, again lavishing my pussy with kisses, using his tongue to bring me to a few orgasms.  He would work his way up to my mouth, kissing me, then using his tongue lick, suck, and bite my tits until I moaned like a wild woman.  He cock was hard as a rock and as if it had a mind of its own began to enter me slowly.  My pussy was tight [ still is ;-) ], he pushed his cock in a little bit at a time until I felt it go in and the burning sensation start.  I was in pain, it hurt like hell, but begged him not to stop…he inched in a little slower, letting my pussy get used to his thickness, but the feeling like my pussy was burning did not stop,  he had to pull out…it was just to painful.  He mentioned that mom’s pussy was the same way when he fucked her the first time, so we decide to wait. In the meantime we talked about his sex life before he met mom and their sex life.

Sharing the intimate details of their sex life, got me aroused again and I began to suck his cock, it was even harder than before…it didn’t take him long to get me to lay back down, again he entered me…this time a little more forceful and with one big thrust he popped my cherry and I cried out as I felt him deep inside me.  He began to pump faster and the burning sensation began to fade, he took his cock out and shoved it back in.  I felt just like the women in the pornos, taking such a big juicy cock like his, begging him to fuck me harder.  When I said “Daddy, please cum inside of me..” it was like I said the magic words and he came in me with all the force he had, faster and faster he pumped into me, and I could feel cum squishing in and out of me as he finished thrusting.  He stayed inside of me, and laid for a bit on me kissing away my tears, apologizing for hurting me. Promising that the next time we made love, it would not hurt.  He was right about that…a few days later, we fucked in a different hotel after bringing me to many orgasms with his tongue and fingers, and I came just as he filled my little pussy with his creamy load.  I am now 24 yrs old, and we haven’t stopped fucking since that day.  

Who needs a boyfriend when I have a sexy daddy like mine?



A Winter's Tale



It was a bitterly cold night, the kind of night where a freezing fog settles low beneath the hazy street lights and casts a grey-orange shadow over everything. The tops of hedges, the grass, the pavements were all coated in a thick white frost that sparkled harshly like broken glass whenever a car's headlights passed over it. 

She was glad to be in her own warm living room. A fire burned in the hearth - its flickering glow both heating and lighting the room - and the thick, heavy curtains at her window blocked out the cold darkness. She was curled up before the fire on her dark red couch with a thick cream blanket pulled tightly around her.

She snuggled into its warmth and began to read an old horror story, eyes straining slightly in the firelight. As she travelled back in time to a London filled with Hansom cabs and caped men in top hats, only the crackling of the fire and the ticking of a clock, beating out the passing seconds, disturbed the silence of the room.

The tiny bell on the clock tinkled once to announce the arrival of another hour. This small noise woke her: she must have dozed off, lulled to sleep by the flickering light. Struggling to focus on the clock's hands, she saw that it was midnight. The fire was dying down and she felt a slight chill in the air now. She rose from the sofa and pulled the blanket around her shoulders for warmth; she checked that the front door was locked and the chain fastened before padding upstairs.

She kept the blanket in place as she prepared for bed: only once she had turned the little fan heater on in her bedroom did she throw it over her duvet and slip off her clothes. She was dressed warmly, but the layers did not hide her slim figure. As she removed her white woollen jumper, though, the swell of her firm breasts became evident; when she slipped off her trousers, her stockinged legs were long and lean. She pulled a t-shirt over her head and stood for a moment in her underwear: a simple white cotton bra and hipster-style panties and tan hold-ups. As the goosebumps started to creep over her flesh, she quickly unfastened the bra and let it fall to the floor before pulling on a long-sleeved man's t-shirt. It hung down to her mid-thighs; she slipped off her panties and stockings and climbed under the duvet and blanket, pulling them in tight to her body and high over her neck and ears.

Despite the layers of bed linen and the little heater, she could not warm up again. She curled up into as tight a little ball as possible and tried not to move, as the bed sheets around her felt like ice. Sleep was not forthcoming though, and she became stiff and uncomfortable in her fetal position.

She needed a way to warm up... Not having a partner to share her bed, she had nobody to cuddle up to, to exchange warmth with. Perhaps she could produce her own body heat though...

Uncurling her body, flinching as her skin touched the previously unoccupied areas of the bed, she stretched herself out and spread open her legs. She was shivering from the cold and her fingers felt like icicles, but she pulled off her t-shirt and ran them down her body nevertheless. As they reached between her legs, she felt the warmth that was always there. The bitter coldness of her fingers felt all the more painful against it, but she fought the urge to curl up again and pressed the middle finger of her right hand against her clit. She flinched, then began to slowly circle it in an anti-clockwise motion, barely moving the finger. Within minutes, she was accustomed to the coldness and felt able to move her left hand back up her stomach and let her fingers tickle the soft skin of her breasts.

Her middle finger began to move faster and she felt the warmth from her clit start to spread out into her thighs and up her back and belly. Her left hand cupped her breasts in turn, squeezing the firm flesh, pinching the nipples between her thumb and forefinger. The heat advanced further, reaching her ankles, kissing her throat. She began to move her body against her fingers, her hips rotating to match the direction of her finger as it teased her clit into creating more and more warmth.

As the sensation there became too great and she couldn't keep her rhythm any longer, she slid her middle finger down further, feeling the wetness that had formed there make it moist. Reaching the opening to her pussy, she could feel it responding to her touch. She pushed her finger inside, gasping as it entered and filled her, a wave of pleasure rippling over her body. She moved the digit round and round, in and out, opening her pussy to allow further stimulation. As she grew used to the feeling, she brought her hand up to her mouth and licked her fingers, tasting herself and making the rest of her hand wet at the same time. Returning to her pussy, she slid two fingers inside, then a third, feeling every part of her stroked and teased. She raised her hips from the bed so that her fingers pushed further; she drew them back then pushed them in again, all the while stroking and squeezing and pinching her breasts with her other hand.

She was feeling very hot now so she kicked off the bedclothes. Her face was flushed and she could feel the blood pumping down to her toes and up to the tips of her ears. She needed more though. Reaching under the bed with her left hand, she grasped a long, smooth object and drew it to her. In the faint light, she could see the lengthy shaft, the curved head, the ridge that ran around the thick circumference between the two. Taking it in her mouth, she licked and sucked on the hard plastic until the end was covered in her own saliva. She then withdrew her three fingers and placed the end of her toy between her pussy lips. Slowly, so slowly, she began to push downwards and forwards, encouraging the plastic to enter her. The pleasure was intense: nothing can rival that first thrust. She pushed it deeper and deeper into her, until only the end that she grasped remained visible. Then, feeling the tip press against the back wall of her cunt, she stopped, held it there for a moment, and withdrew the cock until only the head remained inside. She pushed it in again, this time with more speed and force, feeling the friction as it forced apart the walls of her pussy. She moaned softly as ripples of heat and pleasure ran through her. Withdrawing the toy again, she slammed it back inside and this time cried out as the cock filled her. She gripped her right nipple tightly with her left hand and found a rhythm with her right, fucking her cunt with her plastic cock, deeper and deeper, harder and faster, her hips rising off the bed and pushing towards her toy to encourage it to enter her further, her mouth open and her cries becoming louder, her breath quicker, as she writhed in ecstasy.

As her pussy began to contract against the dildo, sucking it deeper into her, she felt the orgasm starting to form inside her. She wanted it to last: she slowed her rhythm and moved the fingers of her left hand up and down her body, tickling her unbearably sensitive clit then slipping her fingers into her mouth; running them over her lips and down her throat, then returning to her erect, aroused nipples. The dildo slowly moved in and out of her and she watched the shaft disappear into her pussy, then reappear, glistening with the delicious wetness of her juices. Just watching the massive cock entering her hungry cunt set her off again and she knew that she would cum soon. She decided to really enjoy herself, so she dropped her left hand to her clit again and, as she fucked her cunt hard and fast, developed a contrasting feeling in her clit by slowly circling it. The sensation was incredible - almost too much to handle - but she knew from the pleasure she was feeling that she would cum hard any minute.

As her muscles tightened, her back arched to push her hips high off the bed and her head was thrown back against her pillow. She was gasping for air now, her heart pounding in her ears; with every thrust of the cock into her she cried out so loudly that she felt sure the neighbours would hear her. But she didn't care: her body was racked with pleasure and all she wanted was to feel the final spasm. She rubbed her finger faster against her clit and felt her cunt tighten, ripples of contractions drawing the cock deeper into her. She screamed: the climax gripping her whole body for several seconds, every muscle tightening as wave after wave of pleasure crashed up and down from her pussy to her brain; then she collapsed onto the bed as the wetness rushed from her, the orgasm washing away as she came and came, flooding her cunt with her sweet juices, muscles and nerves surrendering to exhaustion after their uncontrollable peak of excitement.

She lay there, panting, unable to move, swimming in her own cum, until her body began to regain control. She was hot, sticky, exhausted, but - above all - utterly satisfied. Rolling back onto her side, she nuzzled her face into her pillow, pulled the covers back up over her neck and settled down to sleep.

Facing away from the door to her bedroom, she didn't notice the shape that filled the frame, blocking the light from the hall. Her hard breaths hid the heavy rasps that came from this intruder, this man who had entered her house through the unlocked back door and had crept upstairs to her room. He had been watching: watching as she fucked herself with a plastic cock and writhed on the bed in ecstasy. He knew that he could make her cum better than any toy could. It was time to show her what she had been missing... 



A Winter's Tale



She was the boss's daughter - 19 and just home from college when we met at the company Christmas party, the 2005 Christmas party. I was the fair-haired boy in the design technology department, 3 years with the company since college, 25 years old and creative credit for two major computer games to my credit. We had released the latest game just before Thanksgiving and we were now THE gift for Christmas and sales were very strong, substantially over projections. Everybody loved me; everybody wanted to be my friend. My bonus was tied to the game's sales so I was looking at a large amount of cash, some very nice stock options, and a two-week stay in a company condo in Beaver Creek / Vail ski area. 

I was halted just inside the main door to the party with my friend and co-designed, Bill the nerd, who I had met in Freshman English and roomed with throughout college and since. I'm not sure he ever really dated anyone but he did very well consoling the women that I either didn't date or the relationship didn't work out. He told me that being his friend was a singular pleasure, the singular being his cock. We got stuck just inside the doors as everyone wanted to shake my hand or give me a kiss - several women offered more than that right there. The company was very happy with me.

She tapped me on the shoulder, a light tap, hardly noticeable, but I was turning in that direction anyway for some forgotten reason. I remember she was wearing a light blue man's shirt, pressed, no bra underneath and the nipples of her slight breasts were hard nubs against the material. With a classy, knee-length dark blue skirt and long legs, she looked quite the young piece. 

"Hi, I'm Ginger Marques," as she extended a slender warm hand.

"Rob. Rob Brigham."

"I know. My father talks about you constantly."

As we exchanged banalities, I noticed her nipple hardening as her fingers caressed the palm of my hand. "I'd like to get to know you while I am home from school."

I excused myself and followed her towards the side exit. As we entered a dim cloak room, she turned and pressed herself against me. I could feel her hard nipples against my shirt as she whispered "I really want to fuck your brains out Rob."

I followed her into a bathroom and she dropped to her knees inside the door, reaching for the zipper of my pants before I got the door closed. "Ummm, nice size baby." Her mouth was warm, and she knew how to caress my balls and scratch my inner thighs as she sucked me. "Come on baby, I want you to cum in my mouth. Fill me up. Don't worry, you can fuck me afterwards...."

She grabbed my ass with her hands and began to fuck me with her mouth, riding me hard and fast, her mouth a wide 'O', my cock disappearing into her warm wet mouth, her hair swaying with her motion. She took my cum deep, letting me shoot my thick wad down her throat, then lightly sucking the head to drain me. I arched against the counter, my dick deep inside her as I throbbed and thrust against her, my dick hard throughout the orgasm

She leaned against the counter, her skirt around her waist, her shirt unbuttoned, her head thrown back as I entered her, thrusting deep inside her. "Oh yeah, yeah, fuck me baby" as I pulled her long legs wide and held her ankles, her knees up at my eye level. "Oh shit. Fuck. Damn, I'm cumming already....."

I fucked her through her first orgasm then turned her around, her arms extended against the mirror, ass turned up as I fucked her from behind, my pelvis slapping against her, my balls swinging against her body with every thrust. I watched her head dropped as she moaned, "Oh fuck, cumming, cumming, shit, I'm cumming again." Her hands slid against the mirror as she struggled for purchase, my hands cupping her hard nipples and twisting them lightly. "Ohfuck, ohfuck, ohfuck, ohfuckyes!" She screamed.

We ended up on the floor, she on all fours, and I was slamming her harder and harder as she reached down and switched between caressing my balls and stroking her clit. With a great groan, I pulled out and sprayed my second load across her sweet ass, my cum glistening like small holiday lights on her tanned skin. 

We struggled into our clothes and she smiled as we left the bathroom, "See you in Vail baby. We'll be in the next condo."



A Winter's Tale



No doubt all women can recall the time and place they lost their virginity, but I am amazed at the clarity of my recollections, especially considering I was somewhat tipsy at the time. 

I left school at 17 and desperately wanted to become a nurse. I wasn't able to start at nursing school immediately and had to wait for a place to become available the following spring. To gain some experience, I took work as an auxiliary in an old peoples' nursing home, which was located close to my parent's house.

I loved the work and became particularly fond of one old lady in her 70's who was suffering very badly from arthritis. She had a lovely nature, but the best thing about having her in the home – at least according to other nurses – was her two sons, who visited her regularly. Despite them both being in their early 40's, even to a young girl like me, they appeared very attractive, both tall and handsome. They ran their own building firm and had physiques developed from years of hard physical work. They supported their mum in the home and their visits always set the older nurses twittering and they would make lewd comments about what they would do with them given half a chance. Some of their comments shocked me, as I came from a fairly sheltered background and had only had a boyfriend for about six months. I was at the "experimental" stage of my sexual awakening and although I never admitted it to the other nurses, I didn't fully understand some of their more explicit discussions. I just laughed and went along, trying to appear more worldly-wise than I actually was. 

I was often in Mary's room during her son's visits, as she had taken to me as well and preferred me to help her with her needs. She was a lovely Irish lady and her sons had inherited her charm. They were never anything but polite, but would sometimes joke with me and flirt in a teasing sort of way. If their comments made me blush, they would laugh and call me "their mum's little blushing flower".

Anyway, in February, just after my 18th birthday, we were informed that, like a lot of other building firms at that time, Joe and Sean's company was experiencing financial difficulties and that Mary would be leaving the home for a while. As they were both un-married, it had been decided that Mary would go and live with their sister until things improved. A few days before Mary was due to leave, the Matron called me to her office and asked me if I would be willing to travel up to Grimsby with Mary and her sons, in order to give her any help she may need on the journey. Mary had specifically asked for me and I was pleased to help her. I would be travelling with Joe and Sean in Sean's car and would be away for the whole day, as the journey to Grimsby would take at least 4 hours each way. I phoned my parents to get their approval and told Matron that I would love to help Mary.

On the Friday, Joe and Sean arrived at 9 o'clock and between us we made Mary comfortable in the back seat and I climbed in beside her. All the goodbyes were said and the other nurses stood and waved to Mary as we pulled out of the long drive. The journey north was uneventful. We stopped for an early lunch and I helped Mary use the toilets and as we left it started to snow lightly. By the time we were driving through the flat fens past Boston, there was already a fairly thick covering and the countryside looked beautiful.

We finally made it to Grimsby at about 2 o'clock and after spending a while settling Mary in with her daughter, Sean said that we had better get off as the snow was falling heavier and by now the roads were getting covered. Mary and I said a tearful goodbye and I set out with Sean and Joe on our journey home. We drove slowly through the dark afternoon, the headlights illuminating the thick snowflakes, which by now were coming at us horizontally, driven in off the North Sea by a strong easterly wind. We had to drive more and more slowly as the weather deteriorated and when we reached a place called Louth, it was already nearly 9 o'clock and we were informed at a police roadblock that the road to the south was completely blocked by drifts. We were advised to try to find somewhere to stay and they directed us to the nearest hotel. When we arrived, we found that it was already full with other trapped motorists, but the owners advised us that there might still be room at another hotel nearby. We drove there as quickly as the conditions would allow and Joe ran inside to see if they had rooms. He came out a few moments later to tell us that he had taken the last room that was available. 

We went inside and up to the room, which was beautiful, except for the fact that it only had a double bed. Joe explained our predicament and the owner said that he would be able to provide a "put-u-up" bed for me if that was OK. Under the circumstances I had little choice but to agree, but I admit that the prospect of sleeping in the same room as Joe and Sean did seem a little odd. 

We went downstairs and the owner asked us to order food quickly if we wanted some, which we did – and I went to phone my parents to let them know what had happened. I told them that we had found a hotel – but left out the minor detail of my having to share a room – I didn't want to cause them any undue concern. Promising to ring them in the morning when I knew what was happening, I went off and joined Joe and Sean in the bar. They asked me what I would like to drink and ordered me a Bacardi and Coke – the only drink that I really liked. They were drinking brandy and it seemed that no sooner had my drink been put in front of me, than they were ordering another round. By the time we went to sit down for our meal, I had already drunk 3 Bacardis – more than I would normally drink in a whole evening. They then proceeded to order wine to accompany the meal, so that by the time I had finished eating, I was quite light headed. 

I declined another drink when we returned to the bar and I sat with them for a while chatting about the day. I suddenly realised that I had nothing to change into, which threw me into a bit of a tizz. I told the brothers that I was going to take a shower and go to bed and went up to the room. Luckily there were two bath robes in the bathroom, so after I had showered, I rang reception to explain my situation and asked if there was any possibility of having my clothes washed for the next morning. They were very kind and told me to leave them outside the door and they would make sure they were returned for the following morning. I sat in the armchair, switched the TV on and watched the news. Large parts of eastern England had been affected by heavy snow and, as usual, the local authorities were struggling to reach trapped motorists and to re-open roads.

Just after 11, there was a knock on the door and I heard Joe ask if I was decent. I went and opened the door – and was greeted with a laugh and a cry of "shame" when they saw me in my bathrobe, as they had seen my neat pile of clothes outside the door.

They were in high spirits, no doubt having consumed several more brandies after I had left them, and Sean was clutching a large bottle of Champagne and three glasses. I was informed that they had bought me Champagne to make up for having to stay out overnight and proceed to fill the three glasses. 

I can't be certain, but with hindsight, I am convinced they knew what they were doing and had planned my seduction. Three glasses of Champagne, on top of the drinks I had earlier, made me a bit giddy and giggly. Their conversation gradually turned from my nursing plans to my boyfriend, and they feigned surprise that I had only been out with one boy. They said that they were sure there was a queue of boys lined up waiting to take me out and started with a lot of pleasing comments. In my giggly state, their attention was very flattering, but I was still shocked when Sean suddenly leaned towards me and gently kissed me. Something, probably my desire not to appear like a silly girl in front of these two sophisticated men, led me to respond. I was aware of his large hand closing over my breast and my mind raced, a confused mixture of thoughts swirling around. Then, in what seemed like seconds, my bathrobe was gone and I was lying naked on the bed, with the brothers either side of me. 

I didn't seem to have time to object, as mouths closed over mine, smothering my muted protests. Hands were all over my body, touching, caressing, fondling and stirring feelings in me that I didn't know existed. My body arched off the bed as I felt fingers part my most secret place and enter me, wriggling and twisting inside me. I was embarrassingly aware of wet, soggy noises coming from my pussy, as they continued their arousal of my body. 

Nothing in my limited experience had prepared me for the next moment as my thighs were parted and Joe buried his tongue deep inside me, only to withdraw and commence a sweet torture of my clit. The feelings rose rapidly to a crescendo as I twisted and turned, being held firmly on the bed by Joe's strong hands on my thighs and Sean's grip of my arms above my head. Then my head and body seemed to explode as a million tingling nerves triggered my first orgasm. Although I could hear them, I wasn't aware that the squealing and moaning sounds were coming from me, until I felt Sean's hand over my mouth and I heard his whispered "Shhhh". He was no doubt concerned that the noises I was making would wake the rest of the hotel, or worse still, bring someone to our room.

As my body and mind began to return to some sort of normality, the brothers continued their expert stimulation of my body, doubtless encouraged by their initial success. I have no doubt that they had come to the conclusion that they had a hot little piece at their disposal and were planning to make the most of it. Hands and lips and tongues seemed to touch every part of me and my body responded to almost every touch. They were putting all their years of experience to good use, exploring every potential erogenous zone and seemingly, to me, to find every one, sometime as much to my consternation as my excitement. I can recall pushing a hand away as a finger began to worm its way inside my bottom, not because I didn't like the feeling, (I did), but because to me, at my tender years, it seemed so dirty!

I don't know when they had taken their clothes off, but I was suddenly aware that my hand had been placed over a very large and very hard cock and I was being encouraged to rub it. In my inexperience, I started rubbing as fast as I could and I felt Sean's big hand over mine, encouraging me to go slower, teaching me to stroke his cock how he liked it to be stroked. I looked over at him and down at his brother who was languidly rubbing my clit with the most sensuous movements. Everything about them seemed so much bigger than it had before, now that they were naked. Big, broad shoulders and muscled arms and chests – I truly felt exactly what I was, a small girl in the hands of two huge men.

Gradually my breathing became faster, my quiet moans being stifled by hands or mouths when they became too audible and I could feel the sensations from my clitoris becoming more and more intense. With the timing learned from experience, Sean chose his moment carefully. Joe moved out of the way and I felt Sean's hard cock rubbing up and down the length of my wet pussy, slowly opening my labia, preparing me for the next moment. I was trembling, half in excitement, but half in fear of what I knew was coming next. I expected some sort of pain, but as I felt him pressing at my tight, warm opening, nothing happened except for a sudden, overwhelming feeling of fullness as his bulbous cock entered me. I knew that my eyes had opened wide and that I had almost stopped breathing and I heard Sean ask me if I was alright? I can only remember nodding, as all the breath I had been holding in suddenly escaped in a long sigh – a sort of long, drawn out "ohhhhhhhhh". 

And then, in one swift movement, he was right up inside me!

I could feel his long hard cock deep inside my virgin pussy and all I felt was an irresistible urge to push back against him. He started with long slow strokes, almost withdrawing from me, making me want to grab him and pull him back inside. My pussy was on fire and he sensed the urgency within me, gradually increasing the pace of his movements. Joe's tongue was dancing around my nipples, causing unbelievable sensations and I knew that I was close to my second orgasm. I felt my legs being lifted and held in Sean's strong arms and he opened me up to thrust hard and deep inside me, his pelvis rubbing against my clit on each deep stroke. As my body stiffened and then shook as my orgasm hit me, Sean pumped his cock faster and faster into me, until suddenly he held himself deep inside me and groaned. He had cum inside me at the same time that I was having my orgasm and it felt so wonderful, as though I had made it happen. I felt the full weight of his body collapse on top of me and heard Joe laugh and say "you sounded as though you enjoyed that", although I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or his brother. 

Gradually I felt Sean's cock soften inside me, and I recall letting out a rather wistful sounding noise as he slid out of me and rolled onto the bed. Again Joe laughed and said "Don't worry Linda, you'll be getting plenty more hard cock inside you tonight" and waggled his stiff cock at me, which if anything, appeared even bigger and thicker than Sean's.

Suddenly I became aware of the situation I was in, and the fact that they intended to make full use of my body. I wasn't afraid, just strangely embarrassed that I had allowed them to get me in such a state so easily and yet curiously excited by the prospect of more pleasure at their hands. 

As if to prove his word, Joe pulled me over on top of him. I could feel his stiff cock pressing against my tummy, as his hands roved up and down my back, rubbing and caressing my bum cheeks and occasionally pulling them apart. I could feel Sean's cum dripping out of me, but it didn't bother Joe one bit. Gradually he worked me into a position kneeling over him and I could feel his hand between us as he took his cock and slid it easily into my already swollen pussy. Again I was overcome by the delicious sense of fullness as I slid down onto his engorged penis. He pulled me forwards toward him, so that I was half lying, half kneeling and using his big calloused hands on my bottom, he lifted and dropped me up and down on his cock. Each time he filled me, I let out a loud "uh", so that anyone listening may have though I was in pain. Far from it, the sensations were amazing and I began to realise that I could control and increase the incredible feelings and I began to rub and grind down hard on him. His hands left my bottom as he realised that I had taken over and he began to mash my breasts in his hands, pulling and twisting at my nipples, occasionally lifting his head to suck on them, seemingly trying to get my whole breast in his mouth. I could hear Sean's lilting Irish voice saying "That's it Linda, good girl, fuck him nice and hard" and then from behind me, I felt his hands on my hips, encouraging me to bounce up and down harder and faster on his brother. No thoughts of possible consequences entered my head as Joe suddenly informed me that he was going to cum and I kept his cock deep inside me as I wriggled backwards and forwards on his cock, as best as my limited experience would allow me. Although I didn't come myself, I felt like the cat that had got the cream (no pun intended) when Joe told me that I was a fantastic fuck! His words, though normally crude to my ears, seemed appropriate to my behaviour at the time.

I rolled off Joe, feeling wet and sticky between my legs, and was amazed to see that Sean's cock was already hard again and pointing directly at me! He didn't waste any time as he hauled me up onto my knees and thrust his big, hard cock back into me from behind. Taking hold of my hips, he started to thrust into me furiously, talking to me all the time, saying, "move your hot little arse" "work that tight little cunt" rub your clit". His crude language touched a chord in me and I did exactly as I was asked, as his hard thrusts pushed me further and further up the bed, until I was bracing myself on the headboard against his onslaught. I could feel the head of his cock banging against something hard deep inside me (obviously my cervix, although I didn't know it at the time) and when his hands came round and started pulling at my already over-sensitive nipples, my body exploded again and I slumped in a quivering heap. Sean slowed his thrusts, taking me through my orgasm, then continued his own deliberate, leisurely fuck until he groaned and came again with his body pressed hard up against my bottom and his cock buried deeper inside me than seemed physically possible.

I felt completely exhausted by now and just lay slumped on the bed. Sean and Joe had enough sensibility to allow me some time to gather myself together. When I eventually rolled over, I was handed another glass of cold Champagne, which I accepted and drank quickly. I glanced down at my body, slightly shocked to see my pubic hair wet with my own secretions and their cum, which had leaked out from my pussy. My chest and breasts were flushed pink and my nipples and areolas seemed unusually large. My mind was a whirl as I juggled with the tumult of thoughts that raced through my head – excitement, guilt, embarrassment, shame, exhilaration, pleasure – all seemed to mix in a confusing and mystifying way. An hour previously I had been a relatively shy virgin – and now I was – what? A woman? A slut? My young mind had no answers as I lay on the bed, naked between my two seducers. Their large, work-hardened hands idly toyed with my hair, stroking and whispering sweet words of admiration, as they eulogised over my love-making. 

For a while, I lay basking in my newfound sensuality, my body a warm glow of sumptuous contentment. I found it difficult to respond to their intimate chat and questions, as somehow, the answers that came to my head seemed too personal to share. How could I admit to the intense feelings their hard bodies and solid cocks had aroused in me? As a way perhaps of diverting their attention away from such probing question, I casually began to toy with their soft cocks and was surprised as they readily began to stiffen. I marvelled at the effect I was having, feeling their manhoods swelling in my small hands and soon they were both sporting equally proud erections. I continued to slowly masturbate them, listening to their soft moans as I slowly worked their foreskins up and down over their angry looking cock-heads. I felt strangely powerful and realised that I was also becoming aroused again myself. Sean suddenly shifted his position so that his cock was level with my face and placing his hand on the back of my head, he encouraged me closer and closer towards his cock. 

Of course I had heard girls talking about sucking their boyfriends at school, but this was the first time for me and in such close proximity, Sean's cock looked impossibly huge. I tentatively touched it with my tongue, wondering what the taste would be like, in my naivety not thinking that it would only taste of a mixture of my juices and his. His hand pushed me a little more forcibly downward and releasing Joe's cock from my grasp, I twisted so that I was half kneeling over Sean. I cautiously wrapped my fingers as far round the base of his cock as they would go and opened my mouth as wide as I could. As I felt my head being pushed more firmly, I allowed his cock to enter, feeling the corners of my mouth stretched wide as I struggled to accommodate him. 

My God! I cannot describe adequately the feelings that overwhelmed me as I commenced to suck on his beautifully inflamed cock. Hearing Sean moan out loud, as I timidly started to bob my head up and down, caused me to shiver. Taking hold of my hair, he encouraged my movements, setting the pace of my sucking to his liking. I could feel his body tense as he lifted himself from the bed to meet my descending movements, causing him to go deeper into my already overfilled mouth. I had to take a firmer grip of the base of his penis to prevent him forcing more of his cock in and making me choke. He encouraged me further, telling me to "suck my hard cock" and I heard Joe saying "good girl, Linda, we'll make a great little cock-sucker out of you". Again their lewd words added to my excitement and then I felt Joe's movements behind me and his hands on my hips, as he opened my sopping pussy with his cock and slid easily inside me. Sean stopped me momentarily to kneel in front of me and then, placing his large hands either side of my head, slid is cock back inside my mouth. I looked up from my kneeling position to see him grinning at his brother as he said "Let's time it right Joe and fill her from both ends at the same time". 




A Winter's Tale



I felt a little like a rag doll as they started to piston their cocks in and out of me, their synchronised movements only stopping when one felt he was closer to cumming than the other. They continued to talk to each other, making certain that they were in unison in their "excitement" and I continued to kneel between them, providing them with a willing plaything for their lust. I heard Joe say "I can't hold back much longer" and Sean reply "me neither", and I felt their movements increase in pace. As Joe grabbed me by my hips and pummelled my pussy frantically and Sean took hold of my hair and, quite literally, fucked my mouth, their movements became erratic, but fantastically exciting for me. Then, with almost perfect timing, I heard Joe let out a roar as he pulled me hard onto his ejaculating cock and held me tight and Sean shouted "ahhggg, you little bitch" and his cock exploded in my mouth. I had to physically push him away from me, as I struggled to cope with (what seemed to me) the huge volume of cum in my mouth. In my naivety, I wasn't sure what to do and half spat and half swallowed his semen, in a sort of involuntary gagging reflex. Sean gently lifted my face from the bed and asked "are you alright sweetie?" and as I nodded my reply, he smiled and added "you'll learn to swallow and to love the taste of cum".

I slumped forward on the bed once more and felt Joe's softening cock slide out of me. He immediately rolled me over and bent over me and kissed me. He told me that they had been selfish taking me like that without giving me an orgasm and I just smiled sheepishly up at him and told him that it didn't matter and that I had enjoyed it anyway. I felt him slide down my body until he was kneeling on the floor between my open legs, which he lifted and placed over his shoulders. I watched as he lowered his head and I felt his tongue lick up and down the full length of my over-sensitive pussy. I squirmed and wriggled, trying to prevent his actions, not because I wasn't enjoying them, far from it. On the contrary, the sensations were so intense I could hardly bear them. Seeing me twisting and turning in his brother's grip, Sean took my arms and held them firmly above my head, pinned to the bed, virtually preventing me from moving. I heard Sean say "Relax little one, let it happen", as Joe's teeth and tongue played and ever increasing symphony of delight on my clitoris. I remember feeling a trickle of sweat run down between my breasts and my back arched as I sought release from the mounting tension, pressing and rubbing my pussy against Joe's mouth. I felt Joe push two fingers inside me, which he started spread gently apart, then close them together, over and over, whilst continuing to torment my clit with his tongue. 

And then it hit me - a throbbing, electric sensation that spread through my body. Involuntarily, my hips started to move and all the muscles in my pussy, thighs, pelvis, and face seemed to clench at the same time. I seemed to loose all feelings in my legs, and I went dizzy, momentarily feeling like I had passed out. Years later I learned that the French term for orgasm is "le petit mort" – the little death – and looking back I realise that this described the moment perfectly for me. As the moment subsided, it was replaced by a feeling of utter, deep contentment. I had to push Joe's head away as my clitoris felt hypersensitive and I didn't want it to be touched anymore.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but I awoke the following morning, with Sean and Joe naked on each side of me. It took a second or two to realise where I was and then I was overcome with embarrassment and remorse. I leapt out of bed and shut myself in the bathroom. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and surveyed the evidence of my reckless night. My pubic hair was matted with our combined secretions and Sean and Joe's cum was still stuck on my thighs, where it had dribbled out of me during the night. There were small love bites around my breasts and a small tear in the corner of my mouth, from where I had stretched to accommodate Sean's cock. I hardly recognised the girl staring back at me. How could I have let myself get into such a situation and allow myself to be used in such a way? As these thoughts passed through my head, memories of my intense reaction to their lovemaking also returned and I shuddered at the ease with which I had passed from virgin to whore.



A Winter's Tale



The train pulled into Brighton station exactly on time. It was Christmas Eve and it seemed like half the country was on the move, so I'd been expecting the traditional yuletide delays and endless apologies from bored-sounding tannoy announcers. But everything had gone very smoothly, and I'd even managed to get a seat for the last part of the journey from London. Watching the white frosted fields and cosy little towns racing past in the darkening afternoon I was feeling warm and quite festive, and suddenly excited to be going home to my family for the first time in a year. 

I'm at university in the north of Scotland, pretty much as far from Brighton as you could get. As a result it's quite a slog to get home and not cheap either. Anyway there are plenty of other distractions to keep a young man busy and occupied even in small town Scotland. There's my studies, involving increasing hours of lectures, seminars and research. Then there's a busy social life to keep up with. Living with friends for the first time, in a small house in the town, has been an amazing experience. Just being able to buy what you like to eat, sit up all night watching crap horror films, sleep in all day if there's no lectures, have a sexy, naked, hard body in the bed with you when you wake up...ah, yes, that brings me to Paul.

I'd gone away to uni knowing that I was gay, constantly feeling horny, wanking about three times a day, and feeling absolutely terrified that I might finally have the chance to do something about it. The first term had been quite quiet, sexually speaking, as I'd settled in, got drunk too often and bonded with the disparate mix of people on my corridor in halls.

I'd joined quite a few different student societies too, notably the rowing club as I'd had a bit of previous experience of rowing at school, and found I was actually pretty good at it. There was also the constant pleasure of being surrounded by fit, muscular guys, and surreptitiously eyeing their cocks bulging in their lycra shorts didn't exactly put me off either. The training sessions involved getting up really early, puffing and panting up and down a sometimes freezing stretch of water, then back to someone's house for a cup of tea and a fry-up. It was great fun! Paul and I were on the same team, and shared much the same sense of humour, so we became firm friends pretty quickly. I vaguely knew that I quite fancied him. He was tall and solid, dark featured, and had great muscular legs. He also filled out a pair of lycra shorts very nicely, at both front and back but I knew he had a girlfriend, was a Christian, and led a fairly sedate life.

Until, that is, the Easter holidays of my first year. I was staying in Scotland, I had a part-time waiting job and badly needed some time and space to catch up on some research work in the library. Paul was also staying in town for the holidays, and as we lived fairly near each other he popped over to my place quite often. So when his boiler packed in a few days after the end of term, it was only natural he should turn to me for help. I, of course, said he was more than welcome to come and crash at mine, although it would involve us sharing my double mattress. 

The first night he stayed was a pretty normal night really. We had a drink in the pub, came home, stayed up a while with a smoke and another drink, then got ready for bed. I couldn't help but cast admiring glances his way as he stripped down quickly to a very fetching pair of faded grey cotton briefs, the bulge of his cock prominent in the worn pouch. It was unseasonably warm so he took his t-shirt off too, and I was able to surreptitiously get a good luck at his lean muscled torso and firm pecs. God! He really was a beautiful man. He had let his thick dark hair grow out a little bit over the term, and he now ran his fingers through it, settling it behind his ears. He had a couple of days growth of dark stubble, but the rest of his skin was creamy white, clear and healthy. His eyes were a beautiful hazel colour, large and fringed with thick dark lashes. He saw me looking at him, gave me a slightly bashful smile, and quickly got in between the sheets. I stripped down quickly too, turning my back to him so he wouldn't see the little tent pushing out my jockey shorts, and slid onto my side of the bed leaving my clothes in a heap on the floor.

We lay side by side for a while, talking about this and that, then I yawned and reached up to turn off the light. The room was still quite well lit from the full moon shining onto the back of the house, and I remember hearing the steady rise and fall of Paul's breathing as I drifted off into sleep...

I woke up, must have been some hours later, to feel a hand sliding up my inner thigh. I didn't move, was hardly breathing, wondered if Paul was moving around heavily in his sleep? This half-formed question in my sleepy mind was answered almost immediately as the hand tentatively found the cotton edge of my boxers and worked it's way underneath, travelling higher to stop just at the side of my heavy scrotum. I became aware that Paul was breathing heavily and I sensed that he had turned his body to face me. I didn't know yet if he thought I was awake or not, but my cock had definitely woken up and was beginning to lengthen and thicken where it lay on my thigh. 

I was feeling seriously aroused, though aware at the same time that Paul was straight and had a girlfriend. However, any misgivings I may have had about what was happening were quickly banished as Paul's fingers tenderly cupped my hairy balls and I heard a sharp intake of breath. I moaned gently, as if in my sleep I hoped, and turned my body slightly towards him, opening my thighs a bit wider as I did so. Paul's hand stopped abruptly, as did the heavy breathing, so I quickly settled myself and began to breath regularly and deeply, hoping this would just pass for restless sleep movements. A minute or so later his soft hand resumed it's gentle caress of my hairy sack, then moved to circle the base of my throbbing hard prick. He gingerly moved his hand higher until my cock was lying flat on his palm, then he gently closed his fingers around my stiff shaft. There was another intake of breath as he felt it's hardness and length.

I couldn't very well play at sleep now, with a man's hand wrapped around my swollen cock, so taking a chance, but still not saying anything, I slowly reached out my own hand and rested it on his bare hip on top of the elasticated band of his undies. Paul didn't say anything but I felt his hand freeze around my cock. I began to make small circular movements with my hand, hoping to relax him enough that he'd carry on and after another few seconds passed I felt the first tentative movement of his fingers on my throbbing stiffy.

We were now lying facing each other and as he began slowly wanking me my hand slipped under the leg of his briefs. I laid my hand flat on his hip then slid it down over the smooth muscular expanse of his arse until I could cup his cheek in my hand. It felt amazing, solid and muscular when his arse tensed, as it first did on my contact, then smooth, meaty and round as he relaxed. I moved my hand around to his front, brushing his lightly haired belly, pulling out the front of his briefs as I did so. I could feel the weight of his prick pushing out his briefs, so I gently reached in and slipped my fingers around his length. His cock was fat and hard, filling my hand like a warm fleshy banana. Paul's breath was coming in ragged pants, and he moaned softly as I moved my hand back to push his briefs onto his hairy thighs, exposing his prick in it's full hardness. And still, neither one of us said a word...

I pushed back the bedclothes and manoeuvred myself between his bent legs, making Paul lie back on the rumpled mattress. Half kneeling over his panting frame I slowly drew his undies down over his arse, noticing in the strong white moonlight that flooded the bedroom that a patch of dark grey was highlighted on the pouch where his stiff tool had leaked precum. I could see his eyes were tightly closed. His hand had relinquished it's hold on my cock when I moved, and he now put both arms behind his head, thrusting his chest out towards me.

I slowly leaned in towards his groin and as my nose made contact with the wiry hair on his balls, I breathed in the heady scent of an aroused male groin. I ran my tongue over his slightly sweaty balls and, as he gasped and wriggled slightly, I licked my way to the base of his cock. I tongued my way up his thick length until his massive swollen head was against my lips. I could feel his precum coating my lips with a slippery discharge so I opened them over his fat mushroom. He groaned, louder this time, and then louder again as I took him into my mouth, my lips stretched wide over his thick shaft. 

I hadn't given that many blow-jobs in my time, but I thought I knew roughly what I was doing, and Paul certainly seemed to enjoy the sensation. He wriggled again on the bed, gripping the sheets with his hands, and when I moved back to get a better angle on his cock, he raised his arse off the bed, panting to keep his length stuffed into my tight mouth. I grabbed his smooth arse cheeks and used them to pull him in and out of my mouth. His stiff prick slid easily in and out, his arse rhythmically clenching and softening, and time seemed to slow for a few minutes as I feasted on his large knob.

I found my fingers sliding over Paul's smooth bum cheeks until they came to rest on each side of his crack. He strained upwards to fuck my mouth and as he relaxed before the next thrust I slipped a finger further along his damp, lightly haired arse crack and found his tightly puckered hole. I rubbed a finger over it, flattening the ring of damp hair around the hole, feeling the ridges of his muscle. The tip of my finger fit perfectly in his small hole and, using the natural lubrication from his sweaty cheeks, I slowly wiggled my finger inside. Paul let out a stifled gasp as my finger slid past his tight sphincter muscle but continued bucking his hips to drive his shaft into my eager mouth. Slowly, as he released after every thrust, my finger slid deeper and deeper into his guts until my knuckles came to rest against his straining hole. It was an incredible sensation for me, having my finger up my mate's muscular bum, feeling the velvet softness of his insides, the heat and tightness where it gripped the base of my finger. 

I moved my finger around in a small circular motion, and this movement inside his bowels seemed to prove the tipping point for Paul's increasingly frantic thrusting. His faint moans suddenly built in intensity and speed. His hands grabbed my hair, just above my ears, and he held my head steady as he gave a small cry and his cock stiffened to a steel bar. His thrusts almost stopped. Sensing he was about to cum I tightened my lips around his shaft. He pulled his cock half way out of my mouth and slowly slid it in again a couple of times, then moaned and squirted a long jet of spunk against the back of my throat. This was followed by another, and another, and I swallowed his warm salty cum greedily, revelling in it's taste and feel as it slid down my throat. 

Eventually Paul's thrusts stopped and I let his slippery knob out of my mouth and slowly withdrew my finger from his tight arsehole. A string of cum hung off my lip and I wiped it away. I eased myself up to straighten my back, which was having a weird cramp from being bent over so long. A minute or two passed as I kneaded the parts of my back I could reach and Paul recovered his breath. He gave a small cough and I looked up. He was looking at me, holding my eyes. I didn't know what I'd see in his handsome face: fear, guilt, loathing? But instead he looked deep into my eyes, reached out a hand and stroked my cheek tenderly.

"I'd better go" he said, the first words since we'd gone to bed. That felt like days ago. 

"No" I said quickly. "Stay. We both need some sleep."

"OK" Paul said quietly. "OK."

We lay down, side by side, and I pulled the blanket over us. My mind was a whirl with all that the night meant, but I must have fallen asleep despite this. In the morning, when I awoke, Paul was gone...

****

I eventually managed to get a taxi from the station and by the time it pulled up outside my parents house I was excited and anxious to get inside. Christmas had always been a pretty big deal in my family and, as we were now older and had left home, I knew my mum was looking forward to having her children home for a few days. My sister and her boyfriend had come down from Liverpool and my twin brother and his girlfriend had arrived from London yesterday, so my arrival completed the gathering.

It was great to see my family. I dumped my bags in the hall and enjoyed a frantic five minutes of hugs, kisses and 'good to see you' greetings before I noticed an unfamiliar figure had entered the kitchen and was leaning against the door frame. My brother made the introductions.

"Rich, this is Ben. Ben, meet Rich." As we shook hands cheerfully I quickly took in the artfully tousled dark blond hair, even white teeth and lean build. On first impressions he was very cute. His voice was warm and light, with an unmistakeably American accent.

Matt, my brother, cleared his throat. "Ben was due to be going back to Ohio for the holidays, but something came up so he's kind of stuck in Britain. He's spending Christmas here, with us."

"Great" I said. "Good to have you." I gave Matt a questioning look that said 'so what's the story', and got a clear 'we'll talk about this later' look in return.

"I'm really looking forward to spending a traditional British Christmas with you guys" Ben said, with an easy smile. "It's great of your folks to put me up like this."  

"Well, the more the merrier" I replied, smiling back, and as mum had just called us all for dinner we began to make our way to the dining room. It was a lovely evening, loads of food and wine and laughter, everybody catching up with everybody else's news, and the house felt warm and cosy, twinkling with lights and decorations, a log fire burning brightly in the sitting room. I've always loved Christmas Eve, probably more than Christmas Day itself, as the anticipation of the 'Big Day' is still with you, the promise of the long drawn-out build-up to Christmas finally nearly arrived.

It was as I was helping to clear the dishes into the kitchen that Matt collared me in the hall. 

"I hope you're OK with this matey" he began quickly, flashing me a conciliatory grin. "Mum's made up a bed for Ben on your bedroom floor. It was all very last minute, him coming here to stay, I'm sure he'll explain it all to you later. I just wanted to check that it was OK with you."

"Yeah, I guess so" I said. My room was pretty big and despite not having much of a chance to talk to Ben at dinner he seemed like a nice enough man. We'd caught each others eye a few times over dinner and smiled. I instinctively liked him, and he had a faintly geeky, slightly bookish look about him that I always found quite appealing.

Sure enough, when I eventually took my bags up to my old room a mattress was set out on the floor, the covers neatly folded back and a bag and some shoes arranged tidily against the wall. I'd already said my goodnights, and had a brief shower, as I was pretty knackered after my day spent travelling so I quickly stripped down to my brief undies and t-shirt and clambered into bed. I was just reaching out to the bedside table to turn the lamp off when the door opened slowly and Ben poked his head in the room. Seeing that I was awake he came in, closing the door after him.

"Hey, I wasn't sure if you were still awake. Thank you so much for letting me crash with you" he said, moving to the side of the mattress. "I really appreciate it."

"That's fine" I replied. "Are you...uuhh...coming to bed now?"

"Yeah" Ben said, pulling off his jumper in one go. "It's been a long day, huh?"

"Oh yes" I replied. "Scotland seems a long way away down here". I was suddenly aware that Ben may be about to take his clothes off in front of me. "I just hope you'll be comfortable enough down there."

"Oh, I'm sure I'll be fine" Ben said, unbuttoning his shirt and shucking it off his shoulders. Fuck, I thought, nice chest! He had a lean torso, tapering nicely from quite broad shoulders. His chest was covered (to my surprise) with a dark blond fur that curled up to the base of his throat and disappeared enticingly into the band of his jeans. His nipples were small and pink, standing out proud on defined pecs.

Ben reached over to his bag and took out a folded white t-shirt. He shook it out, gave a theatrical shiver and quickly put it on. 

"It's a bit parky, isn't that what you guys say?" he asked with a smile.

"Yeah" I replied, then added cheekily "well done."

"Why thank you" Ben deadpanned, raising an eyebrow. "I'm almost a native." These last words were said in a faux English accent, and I laughed.

"So how come you're spending Christmas with my nutty family rather than your own?" I enquired, propping myself up on one elbow.

"Well" Ben began, unbuttoning his jeans. "My family's kind of imploded, if you know what I mean. My dad left my mom recently, she's gone to her mom's and I just couldn't deal with all that shit right now. 'Happy Christmas son!'" he finished, flashing a rather forced smile. "It could have been better timing."

"Shit, you're not wrong" I sympathised. "I'm sorry it's turning so crap for you."

Ben's jeans hit the floor. Despite the rather intense news we were sharing I couldn't resist a sly peek at his legs and I got a flash of snug-fitting white briefs before his t-shirt dropped down over his waist. Good legs though! And thighs! They looked very shapely in the warm orangey lamp-light, long and muscular, covered in a fuzz of lighter blond hairs. I looked up at Ben, and caught him looking straight back at me. Shit, maybe he knew I was checking him out....

Ben smiled at me, and ran a hand through his hair. "Hey, don't worry. Your brother's been a life-saver though. Not sure what I would have done if he hadn't been around."

Ben slipped between his own sheets and propped his pillows behind his back, maintaining our eye contact. We chatted on for a while, about family and England, his friendship with my brother (they were on the same course at uni), and the more we chatted the more comfortable and relaxed I felt with this relative stranger in my bedroom. He was funny, in a dry self-deprecating way, and had some amusing stories about what he and my brother got up to at university. I was feeling a connection to this man, a growing sense of attraction. Not just because physically he was extremely handsome (and just looking at him so intently was beginning to arouse me beneath the duvet) but also because of the way he listened to me, encouraged me to talk, laughed at my crap humour. And all the while, as we talked, we kept looking into each other's eyes, smiling at each other, listening to each others words. I realised that I was flirting with him, and began to get a feeling that he was doing exactly the same with me ...

After about half an hour or so, during which we talked about anything and everything, I had willed my erection down enough that I could get out of bed, needing to use the loo. When I came back into the bedroom, Ben was no longer lying on his mattress but was now kneeling on my bed and had put his face up close to the window.

He heard me come in. "Come look at this" he said excitedly. I made my way over to the bed and knelt up next to him, aware that our sides were nearly touching. I rubbed a patch in the condensation on the window and looked out. It was snowing!

"Isn't it beautiful" Ben breathed beside me. "It's magical!"




A Winter's Tale



Sure enough the effect of the light snow on the houses and trees outside was almost like something from a fairytale. We were up quite high, in a house part way up a hill, and white covered roof tops stretched away in front of our eyes.

"Hang on" I said. "Let's open the window."

We leaned back, and I undid the catch on the old wooden frame. We both gave a small shiver as the shock of the cold night air touched our faces, but we were soon engrossed in watching the individual snowflakes falling silently onto the window frame and catching them in our hands for the second before they melted.

I noticed Ben give a little shiver.

"Are you getting cold?" I asked.

"A little" he said, but smiled to show that he was willing to put up with it.

Before I even thought about what I was doing, I gathered up the duvet from my bed and draped it around both our shoulders.

Is that OK?" I asked Ben and, when he nodded, we both wrapped a bit of the duvet around ourselves. Together but still separate.

"So...uuhh...you got anybody special in your life" Ben asked casually, apparently busy with flicking snow off the window cill. 

"No" I replied. "There was somebody, for a while, but it didn't work out. He......." 

I stopped suddenly as I realised 'it' was now out there. I hadn't meant to talk about the 'gay thing' yet, I was carefully feeling my way around Ben, not quite sure yet if we were singing from the same song sheet.

He smiled. "He..." he murmured.

"Yeah, I....uhmmm...well, you know...." I finished lamely, looking away, suddenly bashful. When I did raise my eyes and look at Ben he was looking straight back at me.

"What about you?" I ventured. "Anybody...for you?"

"No" he said. He cleared his throat. "I was also involved with 'a him' for a while, back in the States, part of my coming over here for this exchange was to put a bit of distance between us."

"Right" I said. "So you were...in love?"

"Were" Ben agreed. "Not now." He smiled at me again. I suddenly felt light-headed, unaccountably nervous.

"It's getting chilly isn't it?" I motioned outside, the snow now falling more heavily. "Let's shut the window."

I leaned towards the latch at the same time as Ben, and our faces came up close to each other. I pulled the window closed, but Ben didn't move away. I was aware of my heart thumping painfully in my chest, my breath caught in my throat. Ben's face moved nearer to mine. I caught the scent of minty toothpaste as his breath caressed my face. I looked into his dark eyes, saw the mix of lust and anticipation, and thought I might explode if I held my breath much longer...our lips met. I breathed again.

His lips felt incredible. Silky, soft, firm, warm...all at the same time. I leaned in towards Ben, and turned my head. His tongue found mine, insistent and probing. I wrapped my arms around his back and melted into him.

We kissed for what felt like ages. Eventually, though my head was spinning, I became aware of something poking into the top of my thigh and looking down I saw that he had sprung a stiffy in his briefs, the large round head straining against the white cotton, a small damp spot staining the point where his cock poked out the fabric.

My heart was racing, my breathing shallow, but I tentatively lowered my hand and caressed the front of his pants, my fingers finding the thick fleshy tube of his penis pressing against the tight white fabric. Ben moaned quietly and thrust his hips further forward, filling my hand with his length. I fished around the fly opening in his underwear and slid my hand into the opening. My fingers made contact with hard warm flesh and as I drew his swollen length out through the front of his briefs Ben's kisses increased their intensity and he panted into my mouth.

From the feel of his cock I could tell that Ben was circumcised, no hood of skin to peel back over the swollen head. I'd been expecting this, as I knew American men mostly were, so I let go of his dick and licked my hand, wetting it with my spit, before returning it to his shaft and slowly sliding my hand over the warm, fleshy length. Ben gasped and his legs buckled slightly.

"Fuck, I've wanted you to do that since you walked in tonight" he panted. "Your hand feels so good."

In response I pushed Ben down onto the bed, leaving his cock sticking out of the fly of his pants. He lay back in all his glory, his large stiff penis arcing back towards his hairy belly, thighs slightly spread. He was looking at me with undisguised lust and pulled me in for a hot kiss. As we released his hands kept hold of my t-shirt and he drew it over my shoulders, exposing my torso to the cooler night air.

I lay down on Ben, our bellies, thighs and nipples almost in perfect contact. I could feel his prick poking into my belly, his precum making a slippery surface where his cock rubbed my skin.

I knelt up slightly, forcing Ben's thighs apart, and kissed my way down his neck to the top of his chest. As my tongue flicked over his erect nipple he jumped like an electric shock was passing through him, and grabbed hold of my thick hair. I continued licking, kissing and trailing my tongue down his chest and belly until I reached the waistband of his underwear. I hooked my fingers underneath and drew it down slightly, exposing the top of his bushy pubic hair. My fingers brushed the swollen head of his cock, and I ran my tongue over his lower belly, making him gasp and grip my head more tightly. Then I did something I don't think he was expecting....

I let my lips lose contact with his belly for a few seconds until they reconnected with his upper thighs. He squirmed and spread his thighs wider as my tongue flicked around the sensitive skin. I lifted Ben's thighs and bent them back towards his chest. His arse lifted off the bed and came nearer to my face. He looked at me, his face flushed and full of lust, so I dropped my head to his undies and started tonguing the area of fabric covering his arsehole. Each lick of my tongue brushed the cotton pants deep inside the cleft of his arse, and my head spun with the realisation that only a thin piece of cotton separated his hole from my probing tongue.

Ben brought his knees back as far as he could, stretching his arse cheeks even wider. I moved back slightly from his arse, causing him to moan in disappointment and frustration, then I hooked my fingers under the elastic on one side of his pants and pulled them roughly to one side. I was looking directly at his exposed, hairy crack. His taut creamy white cheeks were spread wide, a dusting of dark hair filling the valley between them. The sight of his stretched pink pucker hidden amongst the wisps of hair almost made me cum in my pants. 

I leaned in and blew gently on his arse, making his hole twitch and pout. The opening looked so inviting I sucked the end of my finger and touched it to the knot of his sphincter muscle. It gave way easily, and hearing Ben's groan, I slowly slid my finger a little way into his tight hole. The muscle clenched it like a vice.

I was almost losing control now, so turned on was I by the sight of my finger up Ben's spread, muscular bum. I quickly reached down with my free hand and lowered my own skivvies for the first time. My prick bounced up to slap my lower belly. Ben's eyes widened as he got a first look at my large, stiff, throbbing cock and he reached around and fingered it's length in his hand.

Ben suddenly let go of my cock and lay back on the crumpled sheet. He reached under his muscular thighs and pulled his legs in towards his chest as far as he could. This lifted the small of his back clear of the sheet, spreading his cheeks and hole as wide as he could, and brought it to within an inch of my cockhead. 

I looked at Ben, uncertain suddenly about where this was going. Ben however seemed quite certain. "Fuck me" he said in a barely audible whisper, and then added more loudly "Please...."

The top drawer of my bedside cabinet had an old condom and a tube of KY hidden at the back, a remnant of my last trip home. I hadn't wanted to present my mother with a set of cum stained bedding after a night-time wank, so I would roll on a condom before slipping a greased carrot or candle, or whatever was handy, up my bum.

I got the condom out of it's pack, not losing eye contact with Ben, and handed it to him. He rolled it down over my length and covered it in the cold jelly, the feel of his slippery hands running over my cock almost pushing me over the edge. He squirted some of the KY onto my finger and I gently smeared it over his small hole, feeling it pulsate and open slightly under my probing finger. He then guided my prick between his cheeks and positioned it at the entrance to his hole. 

I grabbed his ankles, and leaned forward slightly. There was a little resistance at first as his tight muscle stretched to accommodate my thickness, then in a rush I felt the head of my prick suddenly push through the sphincter and I slid in a couple of inches. Ben gasped and placed his hands on my thighs to prevent me pushing in too fast. I waited, panting over him, until I felt his hands reach around to caress my thighs, and then slipped a bit further in. The sensation was incredible, and in a sudden rush of lust I leaned forward, pushed firmly and felt my cock slowly slide right up inside Ben until my balls bounced onto his warm skin.

My whole length felt like it was sliding into a warm, tight, velvet sock. I pulled my cock out a bit, about half of it's length, then leaned back slightly, overwhelmed to see my stiff tool sliding easily into another man's arsehole.

I would like to see to say that this first fuck with Ben was a long lasting, sweaty fuckathon. The reality was that after ten or twelve strokes I was nearly ready to burst my balls. The sight of Ben lying stretched out before me, his handsome face flushed and excited, his muscular chest heaving with his pants as I stuck my hard cock between his tight bum cheeks, was sending me wild with desire. I held his thighs back to allow myself a better angle to stick my cock as deep into his guts as I could, then slowly pulled completely out of him. The stretched muscle of his bumhole gaped open before my eyes, a dark tunnel aching to be filled, and as the muscle began to close I quickly positioned my cock at it's entrance and slotted my full length back up Ben's hole. 

By now Ben was stroking his own dick, his hand movements quickening as he heard my breathing become heavier, my thrusts up his arse more rapid. I could feel the cum rising up through my balls, knew that I was almost at the point of spewing my load, and gripped Ben's thighs tightly.

"Oh....oh...I'm gonna shoot" I groaned, and with a last three or four quick hard stabs up Ben's hole I felt my cum shoot from my cock to fill the little sack high up inside Ben's guts. Three, four more long spurts and I was empty, my chest heaving, my head spinning. 

Ben's groans were reaching a fever pitch, his hand almost flying over his slippery knob. I slowly pulled my softening prick out of his arse, but wanting him to keep the sensation I quickly filled it's place with two of my fingers, driving them hard as far up his bum as I could. With a moan Ben's cock seemed to grow even longer and then, with a final cry, a long string of white spunk flew from his piss hole to spatter high up on his chest and belly. Two further ropes of cum arced into the night air, spraying Ben's torso. Some of his cum pooled in the hollow at the base of his throat and as he fell back into the twisted sheet it dribbled down his neck to drip off onto the bed.

I collapsed softly on top of Ben, feeling my heart banging away quickly in my chest, his breath coming in ragged pants. We lay that way for a couple of minutes, calming down, until our breathing returned to almost normal. It was getting colder in the room, the temperature outside obviously falling as the night set in, so I quickly mopped up the biggest patches of semen, then pulled the duvet over our bodies. 

Ben looked at me, and smiled a broad, delighted grin. "That was amazing!" he said. "Thank you so much."

I kissed him, revelling in the taste and smell of this incredibly sexy man. "Wow, that was so incredible" I whispered. "That felt just...amazing." I ran out of words and we both laughed quietly at my echo of his own word.

Ben suddenly looked at me, his eyes widening. "Hey, it's gone midnight. Merry Christmas" he said, and enveloped me in a warm hug.

I pulled back and looked at him in the soft lamplight. I thought I had never seen a more beautiful sight. My heart flipped over as I pulled him in for a kiss. 

"You've given me such a special present" I said softly. "Thank you."

"It was my pleasure" said Ben. He reached over me and stroked a hand slowly up my sweaty arse crack, his fingers tickling my hole. "And in the morning, I hope to get a present of my own."

I grinned back at him and caressed his cheek gently.

"Absolutely. It's not just the turkey getting a stuffing on this Christmas morning."



A Winter's Tale



As most of you know, I lived in Annapolis for a while as I worked in DC. I had bought an old turn-of-the-century house shortly after the move there and redid it in the hopes of making several apartments of it and renting them out with the intent to make use of a house far too big for myself. 

Jacob was a young man in his mid-twenties who had recently moved to Annapolis. He was one of my tenants.

He had graduated from Nebraska, majoring in music, and had gotten a job at the hospital in the outpatient clinic.  A marvelously built young man, he fit the mid-western stereotype well. Very shapely and twice as polite. I admit when he answered the ad for the room, I wondered how he was in bed. I put the thought in the back of my mind because of the whole tenant/landlord relationship. 

It was a few months into his stay when we had a massive snowstorm. The young lad had taken it upon himself to shovel the walkway and entrance to the driveway clear of snow. I sat on my sofa, watching him from the warm confines of my apartment. I sipped my tea, watching him work. I became interested in how powerful he appeared. His arms seemed to bulge under the tight restraints of his sweater and Columbia jacket. His face wore an intense look, as if he was on a mission, as he worked. 

I became excited, wondering how the man was in bed. Before long, I found myself caught up in the fantasy. Having lost track of time and him, I snapped to reality and he was gone. Back inside, I assumed.

My mind was racing with thoughts of sex and fucking. Heather had been gone for about a week and I had been devoid of a lover during that time. Masturbation was not getting rid of the lusty thoughts for long. I had to feel flesh against mine. It had also been a few month since I had felt a strong cock inside of me. 

Grabbing my shoes, I put them on. I reached for one of my winter coats, wrapped myself in it and went to see him.

I thought about how I would seduce him on my way upstairs. Would I thank him for shoveling the walkway by giving him my body? It sounds like something from a Penthouse story, but it did run through my head.

I came to his door and still had not figured out how I would go about this. The pressure in my loins was building, I needed a good fucking, and I needed to act fast.

I knocked on his door. No one answered. 

Another knock seemed to finally stir him. 

I bounced a couple of time in the cold, I imagined I looked smaller in my oversized winter coat.

Now, my readers know I have always had an appreciation for beauty and of great sex. Or even the possibility of great sex.  Jacob had made a lasting impression on me. Maybe it was his golden-blond hair or the way his bulging arms seemed ready to burst through his sweater earlier when he was shoveling the walk way like a greek god. It might have even been his baby-blue eyes that made my thoughts turn towards John's eyes. The mere comparison made me hot and my breath quicken. There was an inherent sexiness to the man and I very much wanted to impose myself on him.

I was not sure what to expect when the door opened but what I saw was very close. His boots were off and he was clad in sock-covered feet, a nice pair of wranglers that covered his lower body quite nicely, and a t-shirt that was somewhat damp and clinging to his very well-built torso. 

"Can I come in?" I asked, desiring to do more than that from the outset of our conversation.

"Seeing as you own the place, I don't know that I can stop you." he shrugged and moved away from the door.

I stepped inside, quickly closing the door after myself. I looked around his apartment and then at him, "Am I interrupting something?"

He tucked his thumbs into the front pockets of his jeans. His eyes traveled up and down my body. I had purposely left my coat hang wide open and I wondered if he appreciated the jade-colored cashmere sweater and clingy black pants I wore. His eyes met mine for a brief moment before he looked away.

"Am I late with the rent?" he asked me to break the moment of awkward silence.

I smiled at him. I almost got off on his blushing cheeks. It was cute and innocent. God, I was hoping that he wasn't all that innocent.

"No, I just thought I would come and thank you for shoveling the snow."

"You are quite welcome" was his response, he fidgeted for a bit, leaning over for his guitar which was placed on the corner of the entry way. He moved it out of harm's potential.

I began to take off my coat, sliding down my arms. "May I?" I asked, indicating my desire to stay for a little while.

"Be my guest." was his answer.

I shrugged off the heavy coat and draped over the back of a nearby chair that housed his sweater and jacket. The conversation had now moved further inside to my delight. I eyed the bottle on the table.

I saw that Jacob was eying me closely. "Would you like something to drink?" he asked.

"That would be delightful."

He smiled at me before asking me if there was something in particular I wanted.

The man had no idea what I really wanted, did he?

"Whatever you are having is fine."

I could see that he was uncertain if this was a good idea. His doubt appealed to me and made me want him even more. "Is your girlfriend away?" he asked me as he handed me a glass of Jack.

My eyes grew wide and I took the shot and downed it fast. Swiping the back of my hand against my mouth, I found the Jack warm and inviting against my cold lips. "She is away and she's not exactly my girlfriend."

"Oh, I had seen her a few times and saw that the two of you were, " He paused, looking for the right words to say, "quite close."

I offered him my glass and he began to pour another shot. "Double it." I smiled devilishly into his blue eyes.

He smiled back and did as I asked. 

"We are quite close." I responded as I brought the glass up towards my lips, "Yes, we are lovers." 

I swallowed the Jack fast and licked my lips.

"But there is no formal relationship." I added, offering my glass yet again, "We have fun but we are not committed."

I watched him as I crossed his path to sit on the edge of his bed. His eyebrows raised with interest as I rested myself there. I assume that he was not used to a woman being that obvious with her intentions.

"What?" I asked, almost laughing at him, "I fuck men, too, my dear."

He shook his head, "I am sorry. I made an assumption based on what I had seen."

I laughed at him, amusingly. He was so damn cute. Maybe a little naive. I wondered how naive a Nebraskan native was anyway. "I do not take offense," I swallowed the shot and felt a slight numbness on my lips. Was it the liquor or was it my lips warming up from the cold?

"I am quite open with my sex life, though, sweetie." I put emphasis on each syllable I said, hoping that he would get a better idea of my intentions.

I leaned back on the bed, a mattress I had chosen myself for it's durability and comfort about six months prior when I'd moved into the house and had each of what would become apartments furnished so I could rent them out. As I was aware of my own desire and the warming of my lips, I was aware of this man picking up his guitar and sitting down on the ottoman in front of the chair across the room. 

As I looked at him, I found myself further enticed by the lost-little-boy look. Although there was nothing boyish about how he looked. As he ran his long fingers over the guitar strings, I took my fill of him while he fidgeted about. I watched his biceps flex with his movements. The pull of his denim against his groin. The frayed collar of his t-shirt bulged at the thickness of his neck.

He had kept the place clean as well, I noticed as I looked about his room. I did not see any dirty laundry and things were picked up, despite the lack cleaning products and their very distinctive odor. I was impressed. Most college age guys leave dirty underwear and clothes all about. My gaze went back to his groin. Of course, that might be because he didn't wear underwear.

The idea made me hot and I wanted to stroke my clit to slay the beast of desire swirling inside of me.

I leaned further back on the bed, wondering if I should continue to pursue the seduction of my tenant. One minute of watching the way his fingers stroked the strings of his guitar and I knew my answer. 

"Are you playing at the pub this weekend?" 

He nodded at me, giving me a very intense gaze before saying that he was surprised.

When I asked him why, he responded "I didn't have you pegged for a pub kind of woman."

I smiled wickedly at him, "I take it women do not surprise you often?"

He glanced down at his guitar again. "No. Not often."

"My dear, you will find out that I am full of surprises." 

He played a few more chords before laying the guitar down. The instrument was leaned against the ottoman and he rested his elbows on his knees. There was no longer any secret of his interest as I lay against half of his bed.

"Are you sure that you want to do this?" he asked, his voice as seductive as his playing.

"I am absolutely positive, my dear."

I had learned some time ago that the touch of a lover can be as intoxicating as any liquor. I slid farther back onto the bed, stretching out like a supple black cat with auburn hair, teasing him further. I wanted him to make me drunk with lust.

Jacob reached down and took off his socks. I watched him with interest as he took off his t-shirt. I wondered how much experience he had making love to women. The thought made me wet as his silent disrobing across the room gave me reason to think that he was quite the veteran, despite his nativity.

His hands lowered toward the fly of his jeans and paused for a moment. I ran my tongue along my lips, my gaze riveted to his actions. He crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

I reached out to run my fingertips down his right arm as he shifted to face me. He took my hands and brought me to sitting position. He reached for the hem of my sweater and slowly brought it up, purposely avoiding meeting my lips. This encounter was not about intimacy, this was apparent and silently agreed upon by us both. It was about sex. He tugged the soft material over my head, tousling my shoulder length locks as he revealed my body to him. A dark green bra did what I wanted his palms to do, curve under the rounded orbs of my breasts.

His long fingers skimmed over the glossy material and I inhaled deeply. I was enjoying this. Him. I longed to see how I would enjoy the "us" portion of our sex.

My tongue teased my lips again as I asked him if we should turn out the lights. Two lamps filled the room with dim light. He didn't want to turn off either one.

Jacob's hands slid over satin cups until they supported me as much as my bra. Thumbs rubbed over the firm tips, scratching the delicate material. His thumbs continued to work inside the cups of my bra until my taut nipples popped out of the top. 

My breathing quickened, but I did not move. I was content to let him take command.

He placed a nipple into his mouth. I reveled in the feel of my stiff, puckered skin against his tongue. Jacob squeezed the soft flesh with his fingers and took in more of me, sucking deeply as he did so. I gasped in excitement, grasping for his wrist and urged him closer.

He removed his mouth from my breasts and reached behind me to undo the clasp of my bra. The material instantly gapped forward and he helped me out of it, ignoring my pitiful attempts to kiss him.

His fingers reached for the catch to my slacks as I fumbled with his zipper. He stretched out next to me to make the transition easier. My mouth was hungry as my lips brushed his hot shoulder and neck. He clenched his teeth and sought the short, springy curls between my legs with his fingers. I imagine that he was quite surprised to find that I was completely bare. No hair, no panties. My flesh was as smooth as the satin of my bra.

I felt the groan in the back of his throat as his erection immediately stood at attention. My eyes widened and I felt my womanhood ache for it. My pussy was like a ripe fruit waiting to be tasted and enjoyed.

My back came off the mattress as Jacob's mouth tasted between my legs. Awareness exploded through me, robbing my breath, making me aware of every swirl of his tongue which matched every beat of my heart.

This was definitely proving to be a good idea.

I forced my eyes open and my chin into my chest so I could watch his head as he parted my legs, baring me fully to his gaze. He followed the line of my fissure with his thumbs then opened the fleshy lips before his tongue lapped at my most intimate of intimate parts.

I found myself incapable of swallowing. I struggled to think. My fists twisted into the downy blanket under me. I had to reach for something, anything, that would relieved the pressure building between my legs before it spread to my veins. It too late for that, I knew, because my stomach was filling with that same pressure.

An index finger slid inside of my throbbing depth and I cried out. I came instantly as the pressure escaped me in a series of muscle-deep spasms. 

I was beginning to catch my breath when my senses began to return and I realized that he was still licking me. I had been able to watch every expression of his face. Every movement of his tongue. I had been laid out against the mattress, vulnerable to him, and he gave me the attention I desired.

Jacob lifted himself on his arms, his gaze more intense now than when he laid the guitar down. He slid forward until his hips lay between my legs and his chest rasped against the tips of heavy breasts. My hands went to his face, pulling him to me and he buried his face into my neck. 

My throat tightened when I felt him naked, hard, and pulsing against my slick portal. He merely ran his mouth against the column of my neck, creating a wet trail down to my breast and back.

"The drawer to your right." he said quietly.

I reached for the drawer and found a foil-wrapped packet, freeing the lubricated latex inside and sheathed him. When he might have pulled away to enter me, I wrapped my fingers around his thick width and measured his length. My thumbnail could not reach my index fingernail around him. 

He held himself against me, watching my face, his own cast in shadow under his blond strands. His mouth was incredible, his lips generous. I released his erection and waited for him.

With one slow stroke, Jacob entered me.

I was woefully unprepared for the feel of him inside me. He waited for my vaginal muscles to adjust to his size, while a hungry restlessness began to take hold of me. I bent my knees for better traction and tilted my hips upward to invite more of him inside of me.

I blindly sought his mouth but took pleasure in kissing his jaw repeatedly as he slowly withdrew and then slid inside of me again. I grasped his arms to ready myself for his quickened stroke. As his pacing increased, I had little time to consider anything but him as he shoved closer and closer to my next climax....

His cock brought to release two more times that night and we had fallen asleep on the bed, our bodies wrapped into one another as if we had played a sexual game of twister.

I was not sure of the time but at some point during the night, I had gotten up from bed and left his place, returning to mine. I took a cold shower, placed my sweatpants and sweater on before climbing into my own bed, my desire sated. For the moment of course. I had taken what I wanted from Jacob and he had proven to be a capable lover but time would tell if I would find the release of my sexual tension from him again.



A Winters Tale



This is for My Fox, you know who you are!  Love from your Sexy Vixen xx

The directions he had given her were perfect.  As she drove down the dirt track, with the first flurries of snow falling lightly on the windshield, she could see a thin spire of smoke rising above the trees. Moments later, she rounded a corner and saw the log cabin.  It sat almost on the shore of the lake, surrounded by forest; it was everything she could have dreamt of.  He had promised secluded and romantic, and he had not let her down.  She recalled that he had offered to take her sailing on the lake but somehow she thought that the snow might put paid to that particular plan.  

She pulled up the car alongside his, a small smile crossing her lips as she recalled him bragging he would cycle up here, and that he would get here first.  He was always making jokes like that; telling the most outrageous lies, just to make her laugh. The thought made her feel suddenly shy - like an awkward teenager - now she was this close to actually meeting him. They had chatted for almost a year on the internet, had mailed each other and had slowly fallen in love. It was the typical older man/younger woman scenario with which he had been uncomfortable at first but somehow to her had never really mattered.  She loved his magnetism, his zest for life, his sense of fun, the way he was always in control and the way he always made her feel so good about herself.  They had planned this weekend with care and with excitement and now it was actually happening she was filled with a mixture of anticipation and a sudden attack of last minute nerves.

Stepping out of the car, she turned to look towards the cabin and there he was – standing on the porch, smiling, watching her.  He looked ruggedly handsome, even better than the pictures he had sent and her heart skipped a beat as he began to walk towards her.  He was taller than she – and God, he was even sexier than his look-a-like Steve Martin! As they came towards each other, his whole face lit up in a smile which spread to his soft brown eyes.  He held out his arms to her and held her for a moment, kissing the top of her head, then gently holding her away from him as if he was committing each detail of her face to memory so he could savour this first moment of togetherness forever.  

He picked up her bag and slid his arm around her as they walked to the cabin.  It was immediately obvious how much he had put into preparing for her arrival. There was a roaring log fire burning, delicious smells were emanating from the kitchen, the table was set for dinner with a centrepiece of freesias, and his favourite song - “Miss American Pie” - was playing on the stereo.  They sat for a while and laughed and joked until they were both more relaxed and as at ease with each other as they had been online.

They talked, she found her imagination wandering.  She imagined what it would feel like to be in his arms.  All these months of desire and need were pent up inside her and now that she had met him she knew those feelings were very real.  She felt conscious about her every word, how she smelled, how she looked.  She wanted him to want her. Could he smell, would he know that she was using some of the body lotion he had given her the previous Christmas?  Or that she was dressed in the red thong and bra he had sent her months before?  She hoped she was making a good impression on him, that he liked how she looked in the casual pair of black wool trousers that she had chosen so carefully, and the black cashmere sweater that she prayed accentuated her breasts. 
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They moved from drinks to dinner, chatting like two old friends, laughing and teasing as they sipped their wine.  He had remembered her favourite wine was Sancerre and had stocked up the fridge.  She drank nervously, greedily.  When dinner was over he opened a bottle of champagne and proposed a toast to ‘them’ and to this one stolen weekend where they belonged to each other completely.

They drifted over to the sofa, warm and content, not too full, but refreshed and intimate with each other. He sat on it, she on the fluffy woollen rug at his feet, leaning against his knees, both of them watching the fire spark and crackle. The snow was falling heavier outside, flakes drifting past the window silently.

He started gently running his hands through her hair and along the nape of her neck.  She could feel how he wanted, needed to touch her.  She needed it too.   She sat very still for a few moments afraid to break the spell, eventually turned her face towards his, letting him see that she was smiling.  Very gently he tilted her face upwards and moved closer towards her.  Their eyes met and very softly their lips brushed against each others.  She moaned softly as he kissed her again, this time their hunger for each other mounting as their kiss became more urgent, more passionate.  His tongue gently probed her lips, pressing into her mouth exploring her, tasting her, wanting her.  She responded with a passion that she had only ever dreamed was possible.  His hands caressed her face, her hair, as she ran her hands along his firm thighs.

He broke away from their kiss, leaving her gasping for more.  His strong hands reached to pull her sweater over her head and she heard him gasp when he saw the red silky bra.

‘Do you like it better on me than on the girl in the shop?’ she asked, smiling seductively.  In answer, he dropped to his knees beside her and buried his face between her breasts, breathing in her scent, licking her soft feminine body.  His hands ran along her bra, teasing the outline of her breasts.  She felt her nipples react and begin to swell.  His self-control was equally fading.  He slid the straps of her bra down her arms releasing her breasts, and she heard him gasp as his fingers touched her breasts, her soft skin pale, yet glowing from the flames of the fire and the heat of her own arousal.  His fingers gently toyed and played with her nipples, twisting and pinching the way she had told him so many times that she loved.  

‘Yes,’ she whispered. ‘Just like that. Please don’t stop.’

Now she in turn began to unfasten his checked shirt, fumbling with the buttons but eventually casting it on the floor. His chest was firm and she bent her neck to kiss his neck, murmuring in his ear how much she wanted him.  She ran her fingers over his nipples, down to his stomach and back up to his face – exploring every inch of him.  Her need was being fuelled by every touch, every smell.


She pulled away for a moment, breathing hard.  It was a struggle to get to her feet.  She watched his eyes as she unzipped her trousers, letting them fall to the floor.  She stood before him, her body smooth, soft, wearing nothing but the bra and thong he had given her.  She stood quite still as he cast his eyes up and down her body, letting him take in every detail she had described to him so clumsily in their emails, but which she now knew pleased him and aroused him.  Long moments passed as he looked her over - her hair dark and curling softly, her pale skin smooth, her legs slender and toned, her belly button ring sparkling, her breasts swollen.  Oh, but most of all, she hoped she could see the look in her eyes, the smile that showed her desire.  She hoped he would never forget a single detail.

Looking down, she could see his trousers tightening around his crotch as his cock strained to be free.  She dropped back down to her knees in front of him and teasingly ran her hand up his thigh, brushing lightly against his cock and then back down the other thigh.  He groaned loudly as she reached for his belt buckle and one by one popped open the buttons on his jeans.  As her hand pressed against the bulge in his boxers, she reached over and kissed him, her breasts soft against his chest.

He swept her up, bore her down on the rug, lay over her, and kissed her with a hunger that made her body liquid.  His hands roamed over her body, reached behind her and unhooked her bra.  He kissed her neck, and slowly made his way to her breasts, slowly licking around her nipple, kissing the soft flesh of her breast.  He rolled his tongue around each nipple, circling, feeling her body arch towards him as he teased her.  Finally, just when she could bear it no longer, he wrapped his mouth around her nipple and sucked, alternating between her two breasts.  All the time her fingers were running up and down his back, scratching his skin in her need for him, pulling him to her.

Releasing her breasts, he kissed down her stomach, around her belly button, teasing the ring she had there and that she was so proud of.  She gasped, and pressed against him, lifting her hips.  He slipped his fingers under the elastic of her thong and slid it down over her mound, as if he knew how baldly she wanted to be naked for him right then.  Naked, and a little self-conscious, she stretched languorously out on the rug, the fire casting light on her body, that made her feel as if she was on fire.  His erect cock throbbed as he took in her naked pussy, shaven completely bare.  He drew her legs out straight, and she surrendered the openness of her body to his eyes.

His mouth started licking along her inner thigh, brushing lightly teasingly against her slit and then back down the inside of her other thigh.  Her legs almost involuntarily opened as she wanted to expose every part of herself to him.  She could feel his warm breath on her pussy and she arched her back up into his mouth as he brought it down on her.  His tongue licked up and down the length of her by now soaking slit, tasting her, lapping at her juices. He flat tongued her from her clit to her pussy, to her rosebud; he licked at her puckered ass, then moved back to her pussy.  She spread her legs wide open as he buried his face in her body, and pushed two fingers deep into her wet cunt.

‘Oh Jesus,’ she cried, and ground her hips down on him.  She felt his tongue probing and licking until he found her aching clit.  Her body started to buck as he flicked at it and sucked it, all the time fucking her cunt with his fingers, his fingers and tongue working together, driving her insane.  Her breath became ragged as she panted and groaned.  She was thrashing her head from side to side, gasping and calling out to him, her pussy arching up against him.  She could feel her muscles squeezing his fingers deep inside and just at the point where she was about to explode he pushed two fingers from his other hand deep into her ass.  She could hold on no longer and screamed loudly, her body bucking wildly as her orgasm crashed around her.  Panting and shuddering and gasping she collapsed back on the rug trying to catch her breath, every part of her body tingling and on fire.  He softly kissed her pussy then lay beside her and wrapped her in his arms, kissing her and holding her until she finally stopped trembling.

He reached to refill their champagne glasses and as she sipped from it slowly, a wicked smile appeared on her face.  Whispering to him to stay where he was she got onto her knees and edged down towards his cock.  She gently tugged his boxers over his throbbing, swaying erection and slid them off.  Locking her eyes into his she gently began running her hands up and down the length of his shaft.  His pre-cum was oozing from the tip of his cock and she began to rub it into the length of his shaft. Cupping his heavy balls in her hands she slowly began to kiss his shaft from tip to base and back again, tasting his salty pre-cum, her tongue darting around his pee-hole knowing she was driving him wild.  

She reached for her glass of champagne and filled her mouth with the cold sparkling liquid.  Taking his throbbing cock in her hand she slid it slowly into her mouth, feeling his cock react to the fizzy wetness.  She moved her mouth up and down his shaft, the sensations of the bubbles and the cold causing him to cry out in ecstasy.  She then opened her mouth slightly and let the fizzy liquid spill down the length of this cock onto his balls, between his legs dripping into his ass.  Each time she did this she would slide two fingers into his ass, feeling his body arch into hers, knowing she was driving him crazy with desire.  She continued doing this until she knew he could bear it no longer, he was calling out to her and begging her to take him, to fuck him.

Putting her glass to one side she moved to sit astride him.  She sat high above his cock as he moaned and tried to pull her down on his by now aching erection.  She slowly lowered herself down on him, just so that the tip of his cock was nudging against her pussy. Groaning he tried to push it deep into her, but she pulled back, smiling at him teasingly.  She lowered herself down again, this time letting him slide just inside her cunt, but holding him there, tantalising, but not giving completely, pulling away again even as he reached for her.  When she came down on him a third time, she slid his entire length deep inside.  As one, they gasped as their bodies became one for the first time.

His hands reached to cup her breasts and to squeeze and pinch her nipples.  She rode him, slowly at first, then picking up speed as he began to push his hard cock deeper inside her.  She reached one hand between her legs to finger her clit as she pounded up and down on his cock, impaled on him, her finger scraping his cock as he thrust up into her.  Her clit, swollen and aching demanded attention and she circled and rubbed it.  Panting and moaning she could feel his thrusting become more frantic, more urgent. His hands mauled her breasts.

‘Now, Baby now!” she screamed, rubbing her clit frantically.  He fucked her even harder. She felt his body tense for a split second, and then shudder and buck as he shot his load deep inside her, just as orgasm overwhelmed her for the second time.  His body jerked and thrashed as his seed exploded into her.  All the time, he called out to her, reached out to her.  Only when she felt his warm creamy cum running down her thighs, could she lean over and lay against his chest, kissing him and panting, half crying half laughing.  His arms pulled her close, as he murmured into her hair, caressing her, loving her.

Eventually, as the embers of the fire were slowly dying, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He gently laid her on the bed, slipped in beside her, drawing the duvet over their bodies as he wrapped himself around her.  They fell asleep together instantaneously, sated, knowing that they had the whole weekend to look forward to.

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When he stirred the next morning, he reached out for her but found only an empty space where she had been sleeping.  As he sat up, he saw her sitting on a chair at the foot of the bed, completely naked, smiling at him.  She had been watching him sleep.

‘It’s Saturday morning, darling’ she told him with a laugh in her voice. ‘And you know what we always do on a Saturday morning!’

She watched him fall back on the pillows, laughing as he realised where her mind was going.  In recent months, they had been spending time online together early on a Saturday morning, when they were both alone in their respective homes and certain they would not be disturbed.  

Sitting in the armchair she had deliberately placed at the foot of the bed, her blue eyes dancing, she provocatively ran her tongue around one of her fingers, her eyes half closed, continuing and deepening the play she had enjoyed while he had slept.  Lazily, she ran her finger down her throat until she reached her breasts.   She caressed both, her wet finger concentrating on her nipples, making them stand out like two wet puppy noses!  When she opened her eyes once more, she saw him propped up against the pillows, very much awake, unable to take his eyes away from her.  It was evident that his cock was firmly erect under the duvet.

Smiling at his reaction, and how he looked at her, she lifted her legs over the arms of the chair, leaned back and began to run her hands down over her stomach.  In her mind, she recalled the rimes they had discussed this fantasy, and she knew he would recognise it too.  It made her shiver with pleasure.  Once more she looked across at him, and saw that he had thrown back the duvet and lay naked watching her.  His hands were stroking his cock, which stood rock hard and dripping with pre- cum.  His eyes were fixed on her fingers and her pussy, his cock pulsing and growing as he watched her.

Her fingers slipped into her wet, warm slit, then she lifted one hand and brought it up to her mouth to taste herself, licking her finger and sliding it back down to her aching pussy.  He watched as she masturbated herself, his eyes following every move she made on her pussy and on her clit.  Her pussy lips were crimson and exposed. She in turn was completely enraptured by the way he held his cock and stroked it.  He rubbed his pre cum all over his bulging purple head and then ran his hand down along the shaft until he reached his balls, occasionally cupping them and squeezing them, before working his hand back up to the tip again.  All of the time he watched her, her legs spread wide open over the arms of the chair, fingers running up and down her slit, circling her clit, her face and breasts flushed with passion.

He started pumping his cock harder and faster, one hand jacking, the other cupping his balls.  Her eyes were on him, remembering all those Saturday mornings where he had described to her what he was doing and now they were actually there, watching each other, sharing something so intimate.  Online he had liked to play the part of the one in control, trying to teach her orgasm control, to make her hold back when she was so close, holding her so close to the edge that she thought she would burst.  Then just when she couldn’t hold on any longer and would be begging him for release he would let her go and push her right over the edge.

Once again, the memories drove her on.  She fingered herself deeper, and moaned with pleasure, loud and uninhibited.  With one hand, she pinched and squeezed her nipples, while the other slid over and circled her clit, dipping into her pussy every now and then returning to that swollen bud.  She knew she could not hold on much longer; she was sure he would realise that too.  He too was gasping and grunting and trying to hold on, to wait for her.  

Slowly yet deliberately she stood up and slid up the bed towards him.  She lay cross ways against him, with her head on his chest, continuing to finger herself while she felt the motion of him behind her, as he continued to pump his cock.

‘Cum all over my face, baby,’ she whispered huskily. ‘Cum on my face and my tits, shoot your load all over me.’

She felt his body tense and he screamed her name over and over again as he shot his load all over her face, splashing against her mouth, running down her chin and onto her tits.  Gasping, so aware of his hot sticky cum all over her she lost control and bucked and shudder against him, calling out to him, wanting him, needing him, waves of sheer pleasure and emotion crashing over her.

Rolling over to face him and to kiss him, she could taste his juices all over her mouth as she rubbed his cum into her tits and her face.  Their tongues tasted each other, tasting their own juices from each other’s mouths.  Giggling into his ear she whispered: ‘Wasn’t that much better than Saturday mornings online?’

Snuggling each other tight, they joked and teased about whom was going to get out of bed and get breakfast, but as she disappeared under the covers and began to hungrily lick and kiss his cock clean, they knew breakfast was going to have to wait for quite some time!!!