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Switcheroo

By: drscar



Up on the mountain, Johar was bored. Bored, bored bored bored bored. Even the god of sexual love can get bored with the routine job. Granted, he loved his job, and loved even more watching his subjects fall victim to his mischief. Watching the other gods carefully avoid him when he had that gleam in his eye was half the fun; gods were very funny when in the throes of orgasm.

But, there was little variation. Somewhere along the line, he had lost the meaning, and just didn't care any more. His creativity was at an all time low, and he just didn't seem to have the energy to come up with something new. Wandering around, he sifted through his messages, getting the usual wanton lust requests, etc. With a wave of his hand, he granted all of them, and then went back to sulking.

Down on earth, there was an eager conversation occurring between several college students. Of course, it was over the usual topics- the war of the sexes. This time, the discussion was revolving around who had it better, the men or the women. The men were stating that the women had it better, for the sole reason that they didn't have to work for sex. The women, of course, held fast on the old standby that it was hard work to maintain the level of sexiness that men want. Also, men didn't have to worry about the monthly visitor, which ruined everything. The men countered with the fact that a woman's period was made up for the fact that they could have three different kinds of orgasms, and be multiorgasmic at that. And on the battle raged.

Johar glanced down, and saw the typical debate, and would have forgotten about it, if it hadn't been for the vehemence with which the two main arguers were fighting. He saw a young man and a young woman, both extremely attractive, but getting nowhere in there argument fast. Bemused, Johar stared down with more intensity.

"You have no idea what you are talking about," Julie said. "You can't make a blanket statement about all women just like that!"

"Neither can you!" Tom said. "Have you ever tried to ask someone out on a date?"

"Yes," Julie said, much to Tom's surprise. "I have."

Tom's argument was shot, but he saw an opening. "And did you get the date?" Julie was very attractive. Tom knew the answer.

"Yes," she said.

"See!" Tom exclaimed. "You have no idea what it's like to be shot down. It's not easier being a guy."

Julie shook her long blonde hair. "Look," she said, exasperated. "I don't have enough time to stand here arguing about this. I have to study."

As they went their separate ways, Tom and Julie both seethed. Each knew that the other was wrong, but there was obviously no way they could prove it, and unfortunately each was forced to drop it.

Johar didn't, though. Inside his mischeivious mind, a plan formed. He set off to find Caranaah, the bringer of dreams. Once he found her, he whispered his intentions into her ear. Caranaah usually loved helping Johar, because he was a lot more fun than Trita, the creator of nightmares. Caranaah listened eagerly, and readily agreed to his plan. This was going to be fun.

That night, Jonar and Caranaah flew down to earth, and entered the dreams of both Julie and Tom. This wasn't going to be an ordinary dream, and extra special care needed to be taken place. Caranaah flew to Tom, and lay her divine body next to his sleeping form.

In his dream, Tom slept restlessly, still continuing his argument with Julie. Julie was before him, still talking about women not having a fair shake. Caranaah entered his mind, and controlled the dream. Inside the dream, Tom saw Julie was suddenly naked. Canaraah looked down and saw that the effect was taking place, and gripped his member with appreciation and fascination. She sighed. Bringing dreams was always a wonderful experience, especially when she collaberated with Johar. Her delicate hands clasped around Tom, and she tried to make up her mind whether or not to give him a wet dream. She loved making men come in their sleep, although there was no satisfaction since they didn't know she was the one who gave it to them.

Johar went immediately to Julie's bedside. Invisible to the eye, he watched her sleeping form. He, too, entered her thoughts, and told her to envision Tom as a sexual object. Johar, being the god of sexuality, had a much easier time than Caranaah in turning humans on, and Julie was moaning in her sleep. Johar watched as she rubbed her legs together and caressed herself while she slept.

Tom dreamed of Julie, and Julie dreamt of Tom. Together, their nudity meshed and the argument faded. Tom felt himself slide deep inside Julie, and caressed the inner folds of her pussy with his shaft. Johar and Caranaah focused their energies so that Tom's and Julies thoughts and memories meshed. Tom and Julie seemed to float in the air, making love and having sex in every possible position. At times, their bodies buzzed with excitement and orgasm. Tom felt the sensations of mulitple orgasms as Caranaah caressed him with her hands, mouth, and sex; a sensation he had never felt before. At times, Julie became the aggressor, and had the strange sensation of entering Tom, but how could that be? It was something she had never experienced before.

Jorah watched as Julie squirmed on her bed, and watched, fascinated, as her hand snaked down in her sleep between her legs as they rubbed together. Her hand now securely inside her pussy, her legs closed around her fingers, hightening her pleasure. Johar made perfectly sure that she remained asleep.

Tom erect prick twitched as Caranaah swallowed it. Inside her divine mouth, he felt as he had never done before. Her masterful caresses and strokes worked; his cream tasted like ambrosia. Together, Johar and Caranaah made Julie and Tom climax. Just afterwards, both lay still, arms at their sides.

The next morning, Tom woke up. His head filled with crashing thoughts and extreme pain, as well as an ache in his groin. He looked down, and nearly screamed. He couldn't see his prick. In fact, he couldn't see anything but two breasts which blocked out everything except his feet. Gasping in horror, he sat up on the bed, and looked directly into a full length mirror. Somehow, he knew it wasn't his room, and yet he did. Confused, the figure in the mirror looked back at him. Unfortunately for Tom, it wasn't his figure.

Julie's image stared back at him, and he gaped, open mouthed. The figure in the mirror looked silly like that, so he shut it. He got out of bed, and wandered over to the full length mirror, and gazed at the extraordinarily beautiful figure there. Julie's long blonde hair was only slightly disheveled from the torrid night's sleep, and still hung midway down her back. Tom reached back, and grasped the fine hairs. Looking down, he saw the breasts that once were hers, as now his. He lightly touched them, and found that they were much more sensitive than his own, male breasts had been.

"Holy SHIT!" he cried. His voice was Julie's, and the high- pitched sound startled him so that he covered his mouth with a dainty hand. He began to check out his body - now hers, and sat down on the bed, still staring into the mirror. Scared, he struggled to overcome his disorientation, and found that he remembered a dream, in which he had sex with Julie. But he wasn't Julie, he was Tom. Or was he?

His hands began to wander over the new body, feeling it's softness, and it's wonderful touch. His body felt exquisite to the touch, and he loved how he made himself feel. His fingers reached into his slit, and he found himself wet. Smiling, he looked into the mirror, and decided that he better reorientate himself into a feminate mode.

Tom-now-Julie inserted her fingers into her slit, and marveled at the sensation. This was much better than stroking himself. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, a memory surfaced. Rising from the bed, she walked over to the top drawer of her bureau, and opened it. Inside, she pulled out a familiar toy. the Tom side of her mind marveled at why she would need something like this, and the memory responded with the knowledge that Julie was her own best lover.

She pulled out the rubber prick, and went back to the bed, not bothering to close the drawer. Staring into the mirror, she aimed the head at her hole, and rested it there. She sat there, relishing the combined feeling of a completely familiar and utterly new sensation. Slowly, she pushed the head inside of her. Never feeling anything inside him before, Tom wondered why women didn't want to get this feeling all the time. In the mirror, she saw herself masturbating, and instinctively, her hand went to her breast. Gently she stroked the soft, delicate skin with her fingertips and nails, and gasped. Never before and the always known crashed in her mind. Her hands cupped the firm flesh, and a world opened up to Tom. He lay back on the bed, unable to sit up any longer.

Lying down, she was able to push the dildo entirely inside herself, and she wondered at the beautiful intrusion inside of her. With her fingers, she prodded the deepest crevaces, moving the dildo in circles and in and out. One hand left her breast to touch her clit, and she stroked herself with her fingernails. She arched her back, hoping to bring the dildo in deeper. Suddenly, she felt her inner walls contracting violently. While it was a familiar sensation, it was entirely different for Tom. His body was running away with him. Somehow, the inner body had taken control, squeezing and grabbing the hard intruder. Tom felt slightly scared, but the immense pleasure overwhelmed him. At her entrance, her muscles pulled and attacked the rubber cock. The friction put her over the edge. One hand whisked quickly over her clit, while her inner muscles vibrated and clutched. She began fucking herself with the false prick faster and faster, coming both from her clitoris and her pussy. She came hard, gripping the prick with both hands, and thrusting it inside of her.

As the orgasm subsided, she began to caress her breasts once more, and a thought breached her excitation. If Tom had now become Julie, with Julie's memories, does that mean that...

Julie was now Tom.

Her revelation was not as pleasant, however. When she awoke, she was greeted with Tom's seven inch prick standing tall and proud in front of her. She recoiled in the bed, but it followed, swinging wildly. Fortunately for her, Caranaah had swallowed all of Tom's come, so she didn't have to deal with any stickiness. Still, it swung in rapt attention at her. Then, to her surprise, she noticed that it was attached to her. Tom's flat stomach and chest shocked her the most. Then, she noticed how rough her skin felt. Instead of the soft tones of her skin, her rough, calloused hands found a rougher skin. She lept to her feet, looking for the full length mirror, but an inner memory knew that there was none, and sent her to a smaller mirror on the wall. Sure enough, Tom's handsome features stared back at her. She glanced down, and saw that Tom's prick still begged attention. She touched the head, and watched as it jumped in expectation at the hand. When it finally touched, she smiled at the sensation of the other appendage. She gripped it, and then released it quickly as another sensation - this time one of pain - shot through her.

"This is better than my dildos," she said, and Tom's voice sounded erie to her ears. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, although she knew it wasn't one of her memories. Akin to deja vu, she walked towards the bed once more. She reached underneath, and pulled out a magazine. Her prick jumped once more. She leafed through the magazine, and saw women in various stages of fucking. Women fucking men, women fucking women, and even women alone. Her prick screamed attention. And, unlike what she was used to, she found it hard (no pun intended) not to continue stroking it.

She lay down on the bed, and glanced at the magazine. One hand propped the page open, while the other stroked - gently this time - her erect prick. She began to fantasize, but her thoughts began to scare her. She began to fantasize fucking other women. She turned to the pages of women fucking men, and she began to stroke her prick in even, gentle rythms. She looked at the picture, and remembered something about what it felt like to be fucked, with a hard prick, like the one she held in her hand, except deep inside her moist pussy. She turned the page, and her cock lept. On the page, was one woman licking another's pussy.

"So," she thought. "THIS is what turns Tom on!"

Her feminine side was shocked, but she couldn't stop herself from pumping her meat. She turned the page again, and this time one woman was pushing a dildo into the other. Her hand began to pump up and down on her meat, and she brought the other hand down to her balls. Playing with both, she felt her cock twitch in her hands. Her fingers felt her balls draw up and in, and both sides of her knew that she was going to come. Somehow, she couldn't stop, even though she wanted to. She pumped faster and faster, and shot a load of come over her hands. She squeezed her balls, and gripped the base, since the head was too sensitive. She was amazed at how tired she was. She lay back on the bed, and put away the magazine (threw it, actually, under the bed), and thought about her intense sexual feelings.

Suddenly, she sat up. "My God! I've got to find Tom! I mean Julie! I mean me!"

Tom-turned-Julie had managed to dress, much to the thanks of Julie's memories. A nice shower (with a removable shower massage!), and some perfume and makeup set her mind back in order. While looking through her drawers, she found something that she hadn't used in a long, long time. It was a tiny vibrator, that simply stayed put with the help of her underwear. Inside her pussy lips, it made virtually no noise, and put her in a great mood immediately.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" she called, when suddenly she 'remembered' that Michelle was coming to pick her up for class, as usual.

"It's me," Michelle answered. "Who do you think it is? Open up the door."

"It's open."

Michelle entered the room, closed the door, and lay her bookbag on the desk. "I don't know why," she said, "you insist upon leaving so early. We don't have class for three hours."

Tom thought about Michelle. A dark haired woman, she was attractive, if not as beautiful as Julie. Even so, he was glad that he didn't have his prick, given the mood he was in at the moment.

"I know," Julie said. "But you were the one who started this, remember?" This was cool. Julie's memories were keeping him out of trouble, but his hormones were not helping.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Michelle said. "So, you and Tom really went at it last night."

Tom's heart skipped. "Yeah," Julie said. "I'm beginning to think that things are a lot more complicated than it seems."

Michelle shrugged. "Whatever," she said. "It doesn't matter one way or another to me. I have it hard enough as it is."

Immediately, a memory flooded Tom's head. A picture of Michelle telling Julie of her homosexuality, and Julie's confused feelings over her best friend. Michelle had put her hand on Julie's shoulder, and kissed the beautiful blonde, but Julie, uncertain of her confused feelings, had backed away. They remained best friends however, and Michelle never again expressed any interest in Julie. Tom, with Julie's body, shook with the recollection. His dream come true. Instead of just watching two girls in a magazine, he now WAS a girl!

Julie walked over to the bed. "I can imagine," she said.

Michelle laughed. "Yeah, right." she said. "I think Tom was right. I don't think you can imagine."

Julie's clit buzzed with the vibrator. Her panties were soaked. Her emotions and hormones were taking control. "No, really," she said. "I can imagine. You wanna see something?"

Michelle looked at Julie with one eyebrow raised. "Ok," she said, tentatively.

Julie took Michelle's hand in hers, and slowly brought it up to the hem of her miniskirt. Michelle watched as she parted her legs in front of her, and brought her hand inside her thighs. Michelle watched intently as her hand disappeared inside the tight miniskirt. Her hand rested on the small vibrator inside the wet panties, and Michelle looked at Julie for the first time. Julie's eyes had closed, and her head cocked back. Michelle leaned in, and kissed Julie's neck. Julie gasped, and pushed Michelle's hand into her even more. Michelle took over.

She brought Julie back on the bed, and slid her finger inside Julie's wet panties. Tom's experience with women fell far short to this time. He lay back and let Julie's body be seduced. Michelle unbuttoned Julie's blouse, and let her breasts fall free. She marveled at Julie's perfect breasts, and couldn't help but kiss them. Julie's back arched as Michelle's skillful tongue flickered across her nipples. Tom's mind raced. Is he a lesbian? Or is he straight. Michelle's dexterity prevented him from thinking any further. Julie felt the swiftness of her panties being drawn down her legs, and felt a finger prod her gently, not removing the small vibrator.

Michelle traced her tongue down Julie's flat stomach, and nuzzled her soft silky blonde bush with her nose and tongue, drinking in Julie's scent. Michelle's tongue flicked down the side of Julie's slit, dislodging the vibrator. With her hand, she turned it off and placed it to the side, while burying her skillful tongue inside Julie's hole. Julie cried out loud as Michelle's expertise brought her immediately to a small orgasm. She caressed her own breasts with one hand, and ran her fingers through Michelle's dark hair with the other. Occassionally, she would push Michelle's head into her, hoping to quelch the fire that burned there. Julie reached over to her desk drawer, and opened it up. She pulled out a dildo with two ends. A memory flashed through her mind of placing the dildo inside of her, and pretending that she was a man, and masturbating it. Now, she would put it to it's real use.

Michelle didn't know this, but instead assumed that Julie had been planning this. She took the cock from Julie, and entered it into her own pussy. Then, on top of Julie, she guided the rubber cock to Julie's hole. As soon as the head touched her, Julie moaned. The prick slid in easily, and soon both girls' clits were touching and rubbing.

Michelle undid her own blouse, and unclasped her bra, letting them fall free. She mounted Julie, and pressed her breasts into Julies. Julie felt completely fulfilled. Tom was getting his favorite fantasy, while Julie was complete satiated with her own dildo. Michelle fucked Julie and the dildo simultaneously, coming several times. Michelle kissed Julie's neck, mouth, lips, finally putting her tongue in Julie's. Julie responded in kind. Her hands snaked down around Michelle's hips, and thrust hers against her own. The dildo rode between the two of them, bonded together. Their clits slid across one another, and each climaxed several times.

"Surprise!"

Tom whirled around, face to face with Tammy, the girl who lived across the hall. A memory told Julie that this girl was one who had had a crush on Tom, but Tom wasn't sure if he wanted to actually go for it. Tammy had on a negligee that was all but see through. Tom's mouth dropped, and his prick hit the ceiling of his briefs. Julie herself was shocked, but there was nothing she could do about the way Tom's body was reacting. "Uh-uh--uh" was all Tom could say.

Tammy began to stalk towards Tom. "Now I've been doing some talking with some of my friends," she said, "and they've told me that I have to face my fears of rejection."

Tom backed up. "Well," he stammered, "that's a good idea."

"And," she continued, "that I should just jump in with both feet."

Tom looked at her scantily clad body. "Uh huh," he said.


Switcheroo



Authors note:

I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I did writing it! Many orgasms were spent producing the various parts of the tale. I sincerely hopy you can't get through it without taking matters into your own hands!

Good or bad, please vote. Feedback, either anonymous or not is, as always, very appreciated. Everyone who appears in the story is a legal adult.



"May I sit here?" I looked up, somewhat surprised to see Debra standing at my booth in the deli where I had stopped for lunch.

I had met Debra through her best friend from childhood, Lisa. Lisa and I had been lovers for several months after I had met her when I had stopped to play the knight in shining armor, by offering her some assistance one fine day when she was stranded on the highway due to car trouble. I had thought it would be a few minutes of goodwill invested helping a beautiful (she was!) damsel in distress, and perhaps getting her phone number in the process, or if not, still getting to feel good about having helped out, and then I'd be on my way. As it had turned out, I had ended up spending most of the rest of the afternoon driving her hither and yon getting multiple problems solved and so, once finished she took me out for dinner and drinks. From there we ended up in her bed, not that I had been even slightly averse to that ending!

After that, we were together practically every evening and slept together nearly every night, either at her place or at mine. Since we were together so much it was natural that I would meet her friends and vice versa. So of course I had met Debra and her boyfriend George early on. We had partied together, gone clubbing together, played cards and other games, and watched sports on TV in the evenings or on weekends in each others' homes. We had even spent a couple of weekends at the beach and a couple more camping together. George and I had become pretty good friends and had spent some time doing guy things, like puttering in my shop and hunting together, too.

But Debra and I had really hit it off. When we went out to a club, George and Lisa would dance together because Debra and I both would be ready to dispense with the dancing fairly quickly while neither of them ever could get enough. So Debra and I would stay at the table and talk while George and Lisa danced. We never ran out of things to talk about, either. She was intelligent, well read, funny, and fun to be with.

I knew Debra recognized the attraction, too, but even though there was often quite a bit of sexual innuendo and many double entendres we never did anything about it. You just don't hit on your girlfriend's best friend or, in Debra's case, on your best friend's boyfriend. Not if you have any class at all and Debra is a total class act. Except that it isn't an act. She was just naturally classy. 

She is a redhead, too, even her eyebrows and eyelashes, though they were paler, more like strawberry blonde often with a slightly greenish cast, kind of like the copper was getting a patina. She had very deep green eyes. Some of the innuendo had even run to teasing about whether the hair was red elsewhere. (George had privately assured me that it most definitely was, though Debra had only left it to imagination, never even hinting one way or the other, only saying "wouldn't you just like to find out?") Besides, now George had become a very good friend of mine and Debra was his woman so that was that.

But, still, even when we were all riding somewhere together Debra and I would find ourselves talking mostly to each other while Lisa and George spent most of their time talking with each other.

While Lisa, who was a brunette, was quite beautiful, Debra was a stunner. I should admit right now that I'm an ass man. Lisa's was gorgeous but Debra's was a walking wet dream. Yeah, I was attracted to her. Both women had nice sized breasts, not huge, not tiny. Lisa's were a bit bigger, Debra's a bit firmer and higher. Being an ass man, I don't care much about breast size, though I do prefer that they not be so big they are in the way and I don't particularly want them to be flat, though I have a more relaxed definition of what constitutes flat breasts than many men. I don't mind itty bitty titties at all. Shape is much more important to me; I like 'em fairly firm, not baggy. But I'm still an ass man, thorough and through. Show me a really nice ass and I'll probably never notice the breasts.

Anyway, I liked to look at both women. But in truth Debra and I had more in common than Lisa and I did. 

Lisa had encouraged Debra and me to dance together on several different occasions and we had actually given in once and danced a couple of dances. The second one was a slow number and we had fit together perfectly. When it ended we were just about to kiss without even being conscious of it. After that we had declined to dance together again, fearing what might come of it. Both Debra and I knew without it ever being said that under other circumstances we would fall into the nearest available bed together without even the need for discussion.

I was head over heels in love with her, and I know the feeling was mutual. Oh, well. 

Hey! Question? Why is it head over heels? Shouldn't it be heels over head? As in; upside down? Well, she probably wasn't any good in bed anyway. Sure, Right! Sour grapes. I admit that I fantasized about her. So what? Do you ever fantasize about someone who isn't your partner? So you mind your own fantasies and I'll mind mine.

As time went on Lisa and I began to have some issues. I'm not very inhibited sexually, while Lisa was very much so. To begin with, only once did I see her nude with the lights on. Oh, I got to see her body regularly, but only because I have excellent night vision and neither of our bedrooms were completely dark at night. Since I am very visually oriented I always wanted to turn on the lights or make love in the daytime but Lisa wouldn't hear of it. We only showered together once, slightly tipsy and in total darkness, though I suggested it many, many other times. But Lisa always locked the bathroom door. I never do and seldom even closed it when we were alone. She never came in, though.

Further, at the risk of being overly blunt, I really, really like to eat pussy. In fact, I like it so much it could almost be a fetish. Well, Lisa wasn't really comfortable with it. She didn't want me to do it unless she had a couple of drinks in her. But she always came like gangbusters whenever I went down on her. I had also tried to coax her into letting me clean her up after sex a few times, ala creampie, but that was totally out of the question. She said it was too nasty. "Why would ANYONE want to do that?" From that you might guess that a blowjob was also out of the question. She would kiss it but would not take it in her mouth under any circumstances, even when she was thoroughly drunk.

Anal sex? "Filthy." Vibrators or dildos? "Unnatural." Bondage? "What is wrong with you?" And my personal favorite kink, spanking. Now you might think that an ass man would love to spank a pretty hiney and you'd be absolutely right. But even more, I like to be turned over a soft lap and get my own tail reddened. Or over the arm of a chair or couch, or the edge of the bed, or a pile of pillows, or a table; well, you get the idea! It turns me on in a way that nothing else quite does. When I get well spanked my nipples, which are normally just something to keep my chest from being boring, become very sensitive. The nerves somehow connect directly to my dick and almost my whole body becomes one big erogenous zone. I guess I have deep psychological issues. But they are generally fun psychological issues so why should I worry about them?

So of course I worked a bit harder on the spanking thing with Lisa. My birthday conveniently came up about six weeks after we got together. Lisa threw a really good party. But when I tried to get her to give me a playful birthday spanking she declined saying, "That is for kids! Grow up!" She wouldn't play even when I told her it would be fun. I had tried a couple more times slapping at her bare bottom trying to get her to slap back but, no dice. Needless to say, when her birthday came a few months later, she flat out refused to consider a birthday spanking, even fully clothed. But she was well aware of my spanking proclivities. It is the one thing I never gave up on, mentioning it often, one way or another, sometimes subtly, often not.

But she did like sex and there was plenty of it, just that it was all vanilla, nearly all missionary position, and I only got to dive the muff when she had at least a couple of drinks in her. Even though I was frustrated, the sex was still good as far as it went. It just didn't go far enough. So I was becoming increasingly restless, noticing flirting from other women more and more as time went on and responding to it more and more, even looking for opportunities to initiate a flirt myself.

Then one Tuesday evening when we had planned on sleeping at my place, Lisa got there nearly an hour ahead of me. When I arrived I walked into the bedroom to find her sitting on the bed with my "toy box" sitting next to her and the sex toys it contained spread over the bed. This "toy box" normally lived with several other similar, but much more innocent boxes on a high shelf in the walk in closet in my bedroom, not hidden, but not labeled and not casually reachable either. A stool was required to get any of them down. The folding stool was, of course, standing in the closet when I got home, having been moved from its usual position folded up behind the spare bedroom door. I had mentioned in passing during times when I was trying to get her to spank or play other games that I had toys, but never where they were kept since she had never expressed any interest.

"What is all this?" She asked in a quiet voice.

"Sex toys." I replied. "They haven't been out in months so I'm wondering how they got on the bed."

"I guess I got curious. Why do you have them?"

"Well, they are fun to play with once in a while."

"Oh." A long pause. "What about these? They don't seem to be sex toys." She waved to a pile of wooden kitchen utensils, rulers, a large paint stirrer, ping pong paddle and several other items that made decent paddles.

"Paddles. I've told you I like spanking. The leather stuff is also for spanking." I indicated a cat o'nine tails, a tawse, a leather belt, and a couple of other leather floggers and slappers, many of them homemade. I hesitated, decided to be blunt. "If I'm doing a self spanking, I generally use the wooden stuff because the leather is hard to control, but if someone else is doing it I really like the leather stuff."

"Oh." She picked up a length of silky smooth braided white nylon rope and a pair of handcuffs and held them up and raised her eyebrows.

"For bondage. It is fun to be tied up and helpless while someone you trust pleasures you. It is also fun to tie someone else up and pleasure their helpless body. There is a blindfold somewhere in there too."

She just said "Oh" again. Then; "I guess I know what these are for." Indicating a couple of butt plugs, some realistic dildos in various sizes, a waterproof vibrating wand with an egg shaped end, a string of anal beads, an ordinary bullet shaped vibrator, and a pair of douche/enema/hot water bottle sets.

I didn't say anything.

"Do you really put these inside you?" holding up the larger butt plug.

"Sometimes..., not in a long time now, though. I doubt I could get that one in right now. It's been too long and it is pretty big." 

"Is there someone else?"

"What? No!"

"Then what about these?" She held up a black garter belt, bra, panties, and stockings.

"Oh. An old girlfriend who moved away gave them to me a few years ago after she dressed me up in them a couple of times."

"Why do you keep them?"

"It was fun. I looked really silly, but it was still fun to kind of slip into a woman's clothing, body, uh, you know... psyche."

"So, I guess these go with the outfit?" She held up a couple of strap on harnesses, both with dildos mounted. "You want to be a woman?"

"Nope. I like being a man. But I think everyone gets curious now and then as to how the other side feels. Besides, it was just plain fun. Recreational sex doesn't have to be the same old boring stuff, you know."

I realized as soon as I said it that it was a mistake.

"Boring! Is that how you think of our sex life?"

"Of course not! But there is absolutely nothing wrong with expanding the play to include other possibilities."

"You think sex is play?" 

"Wellllll..., yeah. Don't you? After all, we aren't trying to make a baby. What else would you call it?"

"I guess if you look at it that way..."

"Well how else would you look at it? It's fun, it makes you feel good, it is relaxing and enjoyable." Play! Is there a different word that fits better?"

"Sex?"

"That just specifies what kind of play it is. Play is the broader term that takes in recreational stuff like games, sports, and, of course, sex; Things that relax the mind and work the body."

"Um..." she sat there, frowning, obviously considering it. Finally she dropped the lingerie back into the box. "I need to think about this. Would you put this stuff back up? I'll go start supper while you do that and get your shower."

"Uh, OK." I watched her leave the room and let out a long breath as I heard her enter the kitchen. I started tossing stuff back into the toy box at random. Usually I try to organize it at least a little, but not this time. I just quickly loaded it up, put it back up on the shelf and put the stool away. I took a quick shower, dressed, and joined her in the kitchen. She is a pretty good cook but I do not recall to this day what we had that evening. We sat at the table and both made some effort to discuss unimportant minutiae relating to the day's work. Then we cleared the table, did the dishes and retired to the living room to watch a previously recorded program. When it was over she reached across me, picked up the remote, flipped the TV off, and said, "Bed time?"

She was a wildcat in bed that night. To begin with she left one of the gooseneck reading lamps that are clamped on the head of the bed turned on. She did turn it around to where most of the light was blocked because it was very close to and facing the wall, but it was on! She undressed and spun around, giving me a good look at her nude body, before crawling up on the bed. I stripped quickly and joined her, taking her in my arms and kissing her thoroughly while running my hands all over her body. When the kiss broke I raised myself up and feasted my eyes on her luscious body. She spread her legs wide and said "I know what you want to do. Go ahead." She let me go down on her despite not having drunk anything stronger than iced tea. After a thundering orgasm she said "Do that again!" so I did. 

And again! I was in heaven. Then she pulled me up and guided me into her. She was sopping wet. As soon as I was buried to the hilt, she rolled me off her and continued to roll until she was on top, then she sat up, all without letting my cock escape from her clasping pussy. I can last a long time in this position so she rode me to a couple more massive orgasms. Then she rolled us back over, locked her legs around me and said, "Fuck me! Hard!" She had never, ever used this word within my hearing before this. So I did fuck her hard and this time we both had huge simultaneous orgasms, gasping, moaning, and screaming in ecstasy. 

I collapsed on top of her, reached down and pushed one of her legs down, took her in my arms and rolled to the side, my rapidly softening cock managing to stay planted in her pussy as she rolled to where she was half on top of me and half on the bed. I pulled her other leg back up across me so I wouldn't slip out of her and she reached up and turned off the light before we both fell asleep, me with a hand cupping her soft bottom. I remember thinking just as sleep overcame me that I should have showed her the toy box long ago.



Lisa was not in the bed when I awoke the next morning, but I could hear the sounds and smell the smells of breakfast being prepared. I brushed my teeth, splashed water on my face, slipped on a robe, ran my fingers through my hair, and went to the kitchen. She was fully dressed for work and was just slipping the plates onto the table. "I was just getting ready to come get you." She said. "Don't want to be late for work." Nothing was said about the previous evening until we had cleared the table and started the dishwasher. Then she said, "Sit. We need to talk" as she pulled out a chair. I turned one around and sat leaning my arms on the chair's back, facing her.

She sat there looking at me then, finally, opened her mouth to speak. "Uh, I don't know how to say this very well, but uh, I don't think we are very compatible sexually."

"Huh?" I was thunderstruck. This wasn't what I was expecting at all in view of last night's romp in the bed.

"Well, I kind of knew that you were into some kinky things; you've hinted enough, but after seeing all that stuff, I realized that there was no way I was going to be able to have anything to do with it. It is perverted. You're perverted, I think. For me sex isn't a game to be played different ways. It just isn't." She stood. "I've already moved all my stuff to my car. I'll gather together all your stuff that is at my apartment and get it to you by the weekend. Here is your key." She laid the key on the table. "I've already gotten mine off your ring. I'm sorry it didn't work out. Bye." And she left. Just like that. I had not even uttered a single intelligent word.

Presently I remembered that I was going to be late for work so I called in and left a message that I'd be late, I had some personal business come up. That was no lie but it sure was an understatement! I slumped back down, despondent, and ran it over through my head. I must be dumb, because I sure didn't get it. She had been less inhibited than I'd ever seen her last night and now, THIS?

That evening after I got home from an interminable day at work, I found a message from Lisa on the answering machine advising me that she had gathered all my stuff and that she was going out of town very early Saturday morning but she would put the box on her patio before she left. I was also told that I should not try to pick it up before she left. Since there was nothing that I would need before then at her place, it was no big problem, though I would have liked to see her, even though I knew it would be pointless. 

I nursed my bruised ego for a couple of days before deciding that she was absolutely right, we were not sexually compatible and this would have happened sooner or later. Probably not much later, I admitted to myself in a moment of honesty. After all, I had already begun to actively and seriously flirt with other women before this happened. She had just taken the step firt. Too bad that the last night hadn't been a portent of better things to come, but since it hadn't, there was no use crying over spilt milk.

A friend of mine, Will, called the next evening and asked if he could borrow my pickup truck on Saturday after lunch because he had bought a mechanic's toolbox that was too big to fit in his car and he needed to get it home. He wanted to trade vehicles for the afternoon so I wouldn't be left without transportation. I told him he could do better than that; I'd come along and help since I had nothing else to do.

So, late Saturday morning I went by and picked up my stuff from Lisa's patio and then, rather than go back home for lunch when I'd just have to come right back to go to Will's place, I went to the deli. And Debra happened to find me just finishing lunch, which brings us back to the beginning.




Switcheroo



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"May I sit here?"

I hid my surprise. "Sure" I stood and waved her into the booth, but said at the same time; "You know Lisa and I broke up?"

"Yeah, she told me." She said as she set a drink onto the table and sat down.

"Then aren't you supposed to be shunning me in support of your best friend?" I said as I slid back into my seat.

"Not necessarily. It all depends. She told me that she broke it off with you so that means it could be OK for me to talk with you, unless you are going to tell me YOU dumped HER. Besides, all the tables are full." She beamed the sunny smile that always warms the cockles of my heart. 

You know what? I never even knew my heart had cockles before the first time I had seen that smile, let alone the fact that that said cockles weren't already warm enough! Anyway, when she lights up that smile I go all warm and gooey. Yeah. Sappy. I know.

I looked around the crowded deli and noted that all the tables were indeed occupied with people standing and waiting for openings, and then I spoke up as I slid deeper into the high backed booth. "No, it's true enough. She broke it off. She said we weren't compatible, which is also true enough, I suppose. We both knew it was coming, I guess."

"Not compatible! That's not exactly the way she told it to me!" She leaned in closer and lowered her voice so it wouldn't carry beyond the booth. "She told me she called you a pervert."

"She told you that?" I asked, embarrassed.

"Yeah, but if it's any consolation, she also calls me a pervert. I dearly love Lisa but when she was younger she was very involved in a church where the pastor was a controlling misogynistic twit. Unfortunately she bought the whole thing, lock, stock, and barrel. Sex is sinful. It is a duty and isn't to be enjoyed by women, etc. She has only managed to shake off enough to allow herself to be sinful enough to enjoy sex, but not enough to REALLY enjoy sex, despite my best efforts to properly corrupt her. I think you know what I mean."

I half nodded, not sure I really did know what she meant.

"Anyway, since I'm definitely also a pervert by her reckoning, I've been hoping to run across you before you got hooked up with someone else. When I saw your truck parked out there, I had to look around and see if I could find you. I hope you don't mind."

Stupidly, I just shook my head. What? Me mind? Was she coming on to me? The girl of my dreams? I took a sip of my tea to give me a second to try to figure out what was going on here.

She continued very quietly, her eyes never wavering from mine, "I thought you should come to my place and I should give you the spanking you so obviously deserve. And tomorrow is my birthday, so I hoped you'd be willing to give me my birthday spanking, too."

I nearly choked on the tea. It was running down my face and dripping on my shirt. When I was able to breathe again I said, somewhat hoarsely, "She told you about that?! I can't believe she told you about that!" My cock was suddenly rock hard.

"Well, we are best friends; despite her being a bit strait laced while I am definitely not. We tell each other EVERYTHING. So, of course she told me about that, and a bunch of other stuff, besides. Over many months, ever since the beginning of the relationship. I tried to get her to relax and try some of the things she said you suggested but, well, you know Lisa."

I groaned. And blushed. Apparently I didn't know Lisa as well as I had thought.

"Oh, yeah, she told me a whole lot of stuff!" She grinned.

I blushed even deeper and said, "You must think I'm terrible."

"Yup, but not a bad kind of terrible. There was also a tale about a box full of all kinds of kinky toys. Some of them were even very kinky toys!"

When I didn't say anything immediately she added with a wicked grin, "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours."

"Uh..." My brain was racing a bazillion miles an hour in tiny little circles.

"What about George?"

"Oh, we broke up last weekend." She said airily. "He isn't imaginative enough in bed for me. Kind of the reverse of your problem with Lisa. He was considerate enough and always made sure I got off, but he just has no imagination. My old roomie from college came into town and she and I decided to have some fun in bed. It is something of an understatement to say that George wasn't happy about it, even though he had an invitation to join us."

I nearly choked again. 

"Uhum... I might have to impeach George's manhood! I'd have loved to have been a fly on the wall when your roomie was here."

She ignored that and said, "You know, when I heard that you and Lisa had broken up, I called George and told him he should give Lisa a call. I hope you don't mind."

"Uh, why should I mind? If what you say is true, they should be happy together. Lisa and George together make more sense than Lisa and me, anyway. They have a lot more in common."

"So, about that spanking? Those spankings?"

When I hesitated, her face fell and she said, "Or perhaps you'd rather not."

"What? Oh, no, it isn't that at all. I'll go anywhere you want. You can spank me anytime! And I'd be delighted to return the favor. You can peek in my toy box, and I definitely want to see what's in yours." I blushed at bit more and, suddenly realizing where we were, looked around to see if anyone else was listening. "But I'm supposed to be going to help Will, you remember him?" 

She nodded.

"Well, he needs my truck to pick up a tool box that won't fit in his car. I was going to pick him up right after lunch and go get it." 

"Oh. OK. Well maybe later, then?"

"OK, or we could go now if you'll give me time to drop the truck off and get his car. He doesn't need me, just the truck. I was just going to go along for lack of anything better to do... But suddenly it looks like I do have something much better to do!"

"Sure! Or you could just leave the truck and ride with me if you don't mind risking being stranded with me without your own ride!" A pause "But be careful; I probably have ulterior motives!"

"I think I have cab fare, but I'll risk it whether I do or not." I grinned at her again.

"OK, let's go!"

"What about your lunch?" I asked.

"Oh, I already ate. I told you, I just came in here because I saw your truck and figured you were in here. The drink was camouflage once I saw you were actually in here."

"Did you also arrange for all the tables to be full?" I grinned at her.

"Nah. That was just luck."

We left and she followed me to Will's house. She waited in the car while I knocked on the door and handed Will the spare key to the truck. "Something came up, buddy. It looks like you are on your own. Can you handle it by yourself?"

"Sure" he said, peering at Debra, who waved. "It just wouldn't fit in my car is all. You need my car? No? This looks interesting! Have fun!" he said, with a wink. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Oh, I plan to. Both, I hope! I'll get up with you later about the truck, maybe even tomorrow if things work out, so don't worry about it. Actually, That's the spare key and I may just grab the truck whenever without bothering you and get the key back from you later."

"OK, later then."

I jumped into Debra's car and we grinned at each other like two kids who are getting ready to raid the cookie jar. "Hang on!" and she took off. We rode in silence for a little while until I said, "Um, I'm pretty sure I know where this is headed, but won't you get in trouble with Lisa when she finds out?"

She looked sheepish and said, "Oh, she already knows. That I was going to try to get you to go out with me, I mean. Or, actually, try to get you into bed with me."

"Huh?!!"

"Well," another sheepish look "We've been talking for weeks about how she should have been with George and I should have been with you. She knows what a kinky perverted wench I am. She's told me how uninhibited you are and I've told her how, well, stodgy, George is in bed. Just her style. Besides, they both like to dance half the night while we prefer just a few dances. They just have more in common with each other and we just have more in common with each other. Oh, you know what I mean! You and I spend more time talking and they spend more time talking with each other when we are together than vice versa." Yet another sheepish look. "Uh, I'll take you back to Will's if you want, but we kind of plotted to switch guys after she found your toys. George went with her this weekend."

"What?!!!" She slowed the car and started to turn around. "No, just find somewhere to park." I waved impatiently towards a convenience store. She pulled in and parked out of the way.

She turned to me with an earnest look and said, "Look, she called me, crying, in the middle of the night last Tuesday after she found that box of stuff. I tried to tell her that there really wasn't anything wrong with it, that she should try some of the stuff out, and that she already knew that you would not force her to do anything she didn't want to and would never deliberately hurt her. She said she just couldn't and didn't want to stay with someone who could. I pointed out to her that I not only could but had done some of that stuff and was still her best friend but she said that was different. I hadn't told her about breaking up with George yet so I told her then." She paused; then she went on when I didn't say anything.

"She said 'you did? Then I will too. We might as well be lonely together.' So then we just kind of talked along, you know? And it finally got around to how it was a shame that you guys were getting away when we were both very interested in each other's guys and thought you guys might sorta feel the same way. So we planned to try to do a switcheroo. We even planned what she would say to you, even including calling you a pervert so I could have a quick attention getting way of getting around all the 'but it is my friend' kind of issues. So I called George on Wednesday and told him that Lisa and you had broken up and that he really ought to call her or go see her and that I really wouldn't mind if he went out with her because I thought they would be great together. Lisa didn't think it would be a good idea for her to call you so I told her I would take care of it myself." Another pause. I still didn't say anything.

"So I was going to call you when I got back home, but luckily I noticed your truck parked at the Deli and thought it would be better to see you in person." She paused again and I still didn't say anything.

"So he did and she did and I did and you did and now here we are." She waved her hand around. "But I just couldn't, you know, uh, do all that to you without you knowing first." She was cringing against the door of the car looking very small and vulnerable.

I laughed. No, I didn't laugh, I howled, roared even! I laughed until I had tears in my eyes. I tried to stop and say something, but it just started again. She tried a little smile and I pointed at her and howled again until my face and sides were starting to hurt from laughing so much. She smiled a little more but seemed still unsure of what to make of it. I finally ran down in a string of sniggering chuckles.

"You conniving..." I sniggered again. "You do realize that George and I sorta, kinda discussed the same stuff one night when we were all out at a club. You and Lisa had gone to the bathroom to do whatever it is you ladies do together in there and he said, kind of causally, 'You know, I wonder if we accidentally got the wrong girlfriends, you know, each other's girlfriends. You two do seem to get on well together.' I said, 'yeah, and so do you and Lisa'. I know I thought about it often and I suppose he did, too but we never actually mentioned it again, though there were some knowing looks now and then and we certainly pushed to spend more time together as a foursome. Now you tell me you maneuvered us into exactly what we were thinking about and George and Lisa are off this weekend comforting each other in their joyful misery." I started laughing uncontrollably again.

"So you aren't mad?" she questioned, trying another little smile. Those cockles got warm again.

"Maybe I should be, but, then again, why should I be? You're absolutely right and we all know it. But I should warm your tail with a hairbrush! In fact, I think I will warm your tail with your hairbrush!" I leered at her. "Onward, you conniving wench. Good thing Lisa isn't here, I'd take the hairbrush to her bottom, too, whether she wanted me to or not!"

"Oh, no! Not that! Anything but that! Don't spank me with the hairbrush! I'll be good! I promise!"

"You better be good after all this!"

"Oh, I will, just you wait and see. Uh, you can spank me for Lisa's part, too, sir, since she isn't here. But would you please use your hand too?"

"Count on it."

We rode along in silence for a while, and then I said, "Uh, since we don't know each other's limits, perhaps we should have a safeword. You know what that is?"

"Yes, good idea" She said "though I don't expect to need to use it. How about 'safeword' as the safeword."

"OK. And if it gets used, everything stops." 

"Righto. So who gets spanked first, mister?"

"Me, of course" I said, "You made the first offer, after all. Besides I don't want risk your getting revenge for your richly deserved whuppin', missy. You ain't gonna be sittin' down for a week."

"Ain't skeered of you none!" was her tart rejoinder.

"You should be; you should be..."

"Soooooooo" I said after a little while, "What kinds of spankings do you like, little lady? Daddy spanks his little girl, headmaster spanks the recalcitrant student, Boss and the secretary, dirty old uncle spanks the pretty niece while he takes advantage of her helpless position, just a fun birthday spanking or something else?" Little lady, by the way, was a figure of speech. She wasn't little, being only fractionally shorter than I was. She wasn't fat but all the curves were properly padded. Luscious. I was beginning to feel pretty certain that she might not be a lady, either. At least not all the time; not in private.

"Oooo, I like any dirty old man scenario, you know, he spanks me, and then takes advantage of my subservient position and enhanced sexual excitement and does naughty wonderful things to me, orgasms, lots and lots of orgasms." She gave me a really wicked grin. "But daddy can spank me, too. So can the school principal and the uncle and the boss, all together or one at a time, as long as they get horny doing it and take advantage of my helpless situation. It used to drive me crazy when Lisa would tell me about how you wanted to play spanking games. I was incredibly jealous. I really, really tried to get her to try it. I love spanking! I never could get George to do it. How about you? What is your preference? What kind of spankings do you like?"

"Oh, and here I thought all along that you were a lady! Guess I was wrong!"

"Hey! I am a lady sometimes! Just not often and you have to be quick to catch me at it."

"OK. So I'll try to catch you at it, but I probably won't try very hard. Let's see. I guess we are birds of a feather. I go for the power exchange kind of thing. Um, anything that puts me in a position where it is a choice of taking the spanking or the alternative is worse in some way. Doesn't even have to be really believable or even stated, I guess. In fact it really doesn't need a reason at all, just a get over here, Bub, and get over my lap. But I'm the horny ending type, too! Um, might be silly but I like to ham it up, play acting, y'know?"

"Now that sounds like fun!...............Do you always prefer being over the knee?"

"Oh, no. I, uh, like some toys to be used that don't work well over a lap. You know? Too long, lap is too close. But I do like to be over something. Maybe I'm lazy, but the bend over and grab your ankles just doesn't do much for me. I actually built a spanking bench one miserable winter weekend when I was bored and horny. It never got used, though."

"Really? I'd like to see that, too! Um, but I like the lap and the bare hand. Just seems more personal and loving I guess."

"You want me to skip the hairbrush?"

"Um, no. The hand is just the, uh, core, so to speak. I want to try anything and everything."

"You've never been spanked before?"

"Yeah, my roomie knew all about it and would occasionally do fairly elaborate scenarios, uh, sometimes with costumes and play acting and all that. A couple of guys have given me birthday spankings, too, but nothing fancy or lasting. One of them played at spanking at other times, too, but he wasn't really that much into it. Just did it because he knew I liked it. George just plain wasn't interested."

"Mmmm. I've gotten spankings from several girlfriends along the way. But none of them were really into play acting scenarios. They would just spank me occasionally. When I would get into the mood for a spanking I'd just ask and they'd do it. I'd kind of fantasize the scenario without actually playing it."

"Well, time for a fantasy to be realized, then!......We're here. SO GET YOUR ASS INTO THE HOUSE MISTER! YOU ARE IN A HEAP OF TROUBLE AND I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU REGRET IT! IT'S A BARE BOTTOM SPANKING FOR YOU, FOR SURE!"

I looked properly downcast and said, "Yes'm. I didn't mean it. It was an accident!"

"ACCIDENT MY ASS! And you are going to pay for it with YOUR ASS!"

"But, but spankings are for kids!"

"No ifs ands or buts! Do you know what I had to go through to keep you out of REAL trouble? You acted like a kid and now you'll pay the price like a kid! DO YOU HEAR ME?! OR YOU CAN JUST GO BACK AND FACE THE REAL MUSIC!"

Wow! She really got into this! I was impressed with her acting; it was like something had really happened. "Uh, no. But do you really have to give me a spanking? You could ground me or make me do the dishes for a week or something? Yes?"

"Nope. I'm going to blister your bare bottom for you! You'll remember it for a loooong time. NOW GET IN HERE!" She stepped into her living room, walked over in front of the sofa, and turned to face me. "Strip!"

"Huh?"

"I said STRIP!... COMPLETELY!... NAKED!... RIGHT NOW!"

"NO WAY! Taking all my clothes wasn't part of the deal! You said bare bottom! You didn't say anything about NAKED!"

"OK, then" she turned to sit on the sofa "get across my lap, I'll take you pants down myself."

Hey wait! I thought. That wasn't supposed to happen. She had obviously taken me seriously! 

"Wait! Pause! I'm stepping out of character for a moment." I brought my arm down in front of my body, made a kind of fake electronic "vrrrrmmmmph" sound as I took a big step straight to one side, grinned at her and then said, "Something else is needed here. We don't have any experience with each other. I propose another 'safe' word, like, uh, maybe yellow alert... or just yellow. Yeah, maybe yellow." I thought out loud, "It'll be like a milder safeword. It won't stop things, but will give a chance to express reservations or limits within the play. It means... It means don't stop the action, just hold or back it up half a step but what is said after it is used isn't just part of the play. It is like a discussion of how the play may continue or change directions or whatever is causing the user to raise caution flags."

"I'm not sure I understand." She said.

"Well, like just now, we were both acting a part. But you don't know if I meant 'no don't do that' or if it was just part of the game. I've never play acted like this before, but how do you know if no means no or if no means I'm still playing the role and it doesn't really mean no? Yellow, or some other word, if you prefer, just gives the opportunity to sort it out on the fly without having to use 'safeword' and actually stopping everything. No yellow; then it is part of the game. Use the word yellow; what ever follows isn't acting but rather is instructions or limits concerning what is going on at the time but don't want 




Switcheroo



"OK, I get it. Yellow is fine with me."

"OhhKaaay, So, just so you know, we have not reached any point where I have been tempted to say 'yellow'." I reached my hand out to her and she took it. I tugged her up off the sofa, said, "stepping back into character" , raised my arm up in front of me, made that silly "vrrrrmmmmph" sound as I sidestepped back to my original position directly in front of her and started again, "Taking all my clothes off wasn't part of the deal! You said bare bottom! You didn't say anything about NAKED!"

"Ahh" She grinned and I saw the light of understanding go on. "You'll do it the way I say, Mister, or you'll be dog meat. Now STRIP! NO MORE ARGUMENT, STRIP RIGHT NOW! IF YOU AREN'T BARE ASS NAKED IN THIRTY SECONDS IT WILL REALLY GO BADLY FOR YOU!"

I hesitated for just a moment before I pulled my shirt off over my head. She held out her hand and I laid it across her palm. I kicked off my shoes, kicking them out of the way, and then slowly reached for my belt buckle but didn't unbuckle it. "Move it!" she commanded. I unbuckled the belt and started fumbling with the button on my pants. "Take the belt out." I had unbuttoned the button but stopped to pull the belt out of the loops. She transferred the shirt to the other hand and held out her hand again so I handed her the belt. She doubled it and gave it an experimental slap on her leg, and then she proceeded to try to shorten the loop by doubling the buckle end over. It had a fairly large and awkward buckle, though and she had difficulty getting her hand around it.

"May I?" I asked softly, holding out my hand for the belt. She quirked an eyebrow but handed it back. I unsnapped the belt and pulled the buckle off, then re-snapped the belt end and handed both back to her. She redoubled the belt and said, "much better... Thanks". I said, softly, "My pleasure. Umm, I think." She grinned. "We'll see about that." Then in a louder voice, "Well?" as she nodded at my unbuttoned pants. So I unzipped the zipper and pulled the pants off, peeling my socks off also as I stepped out of the pants. She held out her hand again and I laid the pants over it and placed the socks on top of the pants. She turned and put the clothing over the back of the sofa, retaining only the belt. She dropped the buckle neatly into one of my shoes.

"Let's not be all day about this." She said when I didn't immediately move to take off my jockey shorts. My cock was exquisitely hard and throbbing. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband. She licked her lips in apparent anticipation. Moment of truth, the realization of a long held fantasy! I peeled them down, my cock springing out and slapping my stomach as I bent to step out of them. I placed them in front of my crotch as I stood back up. She snapped her fingers and held out her hand again. I put the underpants on the extended palm. She shocked and surprised me by raising them to her face and inhaling deeply before turning and placing them with the rest of the clothing. She turned back and grabbed my erection which was still so hard she could have done chin ups on it. Instead she fondled it for a moment and said, "We'll deal with this later." She sat and pulled me across her lap, burying my face in the sofa cushions, tucking my erection between her thighs.

But she didn't start spanking me. She sat there with me upended over her lap and slowly brought her hand up and very softly caressed my butt. My cock surged and tried to split its skin. She ran her hand slowly over every inch of my behind and then ran a finger delicately up the crack. Then she brought her feet more directly under her knees, which had the effect of raising them and, of course, my butt. She reached down and pushed my knees apart and then softy ran her fingers up the crack again, but this time the crack was more open and they went deeper into it. She went back and teased as if she might probe my anus. I was very close to coming with no other stimulation and I ground myself firmly between her denim clad legs both seeking and trying to put off the release that was so near. It was a good thing that she chose that moment to start the spanking and that she really laid in or I would have come right then and there!

She was using her bare hand but it felt like it was as hard as iron and she didn't just give a slap and then another slap. She gave them hard and rapidly, covering my ass and upper thighs with flaming coals.

"You naughty boy!" she said, loudly, "I think you are enjoying this. Well, you can just forget that, Mister! I'll see to it that you regret your behavior! Doing things you have no business doing and then trying to spray your nasty semen on my clothes when I go to punish you!"

She was whaling away and I was going "Ow, Ow, Ow" and it wasn't part of the act! She could really spank! I was squirming and kicking like a schoolgirl trying to ease the flames. When I tried to reach back she grabbed my hand with her free hand and pulled it up sharply into the small of my back and then leaned on it, but she never paused or slowed the pace of her smacks on my fiery behind.

"Don't you try to interfere with you proper punishment, Mister, or it'll go much worse for you!"

"Ow, Ow, Ouch!"

"And you will NOT try to cum without my permission, you nasty boy!"

"I didn't mean it! I'll be good! I promise! It won't happen again! I promise, I PROMISE!" I yelled. I wasn't playing either. I was really struggling hard trying to escape the torment that she was laying on my backside. I was starting to wonder if I would have to cop out and say "yellow" when she suddenly stopped.

"Whew. I need a tougher hand or something" she said.

"I need a tougher butt!" I shot back. My cock, which had been so stiffly erect before, was so reduced in stature that I wasn't even aware that I had one.

"Oh, yeah, you might. I haven't even started with the belt!" She picked it up and swung it experimentally. It was a very light swat and it was a good thing because it wrapped around my hip. "Oh. Too long." She said thoughtfully. "We'll have to get you off my lap for this." She pushed me off her lap onto the floor and stood up. "UP! What are you doing down there?" I stood. "Let'see" she said. "How about the arm of the sofa? Yeah, I think that will do nicely." Her sofa had nice wide padded arms that would be about the ideal height. "Not this end, though. I'm right handed. Go to the other end so I can get at you better." I walked to the other end. "Over the arm, Mister! Plant your face in that cushion right now." She pointed at the seat of the sofa. I lowered myself carefully over the arm. She put her hand on my behind and pushed. "Slide up some more." I did and ended up with just my toes on the floor.

"OK, that's a nice pretty shade of red. Let's see if I can deepen it a bit and make it glow." But, again, she didn't start spanking. Instead she started caressing it. Again, she ran her finger slowly and lightly up the crack, but instead of just once, she did it several times. I was suddenly very hard again. She stepped down to my feet, put one of her feet between them and proceeded to push them widely apart. She ran her finger up the crack again, again deeper because the crack had widened when she moved my feet apart. She actually started pushing her fingers deeper into it until she brushed the sensitive little pucker of my anus. I moaned. My cock was rock hard again and I had to shift my body to give it some room.

"Oh, I think he likes this! I'll have to check that out later. But not right now!" On the word 'now' the belt cracked across the bottom of my ass. It stung more than her hand but it was a different kind of sting. Sensuous. I love leather! It has a feel like no other spanking material. I'd probably spank myself to death whenever I was alone if I could make it work well. It is so addictive. But, alas, it just doesn't work when I try to do it to myself.

She continued to swing that belt, covering my backside with rows of stripes. My skin was burning but it was now a very sexual burn. I was thrusting my ass up in the air to meet the blows now. I was in the zone. She could spank me until her arm fell off! I was excited but under control. My orgasm could wait but I could reach it quite easily any time I wanted to.

Presently she stopped. "I need a rest break."

"OK" I mumbled, "Your turn anyway."

Oooo. OK, I'm soaking wet! That might be just what the Mister ordered!"

"OK, naughty girl. What'll it be?" I asked as I got off the sofa arm. "You said your birthday isn't 'til tomorrow. I'm hanging on to that as an excuse to spank you tomorrow too if I don't get kicked out first. But I think your nasty uncle is just looking for an excuse to get your panties down around your ankles."

"I dunno, that uncle of mine is a bit of a molester! He's never satisfied to just get them down; he always ends up taking them off and doing terrible, wonderful things somewhere else down there. He really is quite a dirty old man!"

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Should I get dressed for your turn?"

"Nah, the dirty old bastard can have a head start. I'll bet he ends up poking me in the belly with that nasty old thingie of his when he gets me across his lap, though."

"Shame on you girlie, talking like that! Go get your hairbrush, right now!"

"I didn't mean it uncle. You are really a nice old bastard. Don't make me get the hairbrush!"

I patted my foot, which really wasn't very impressive since it was bare but, after all, it is the thought that counts. I pointed towards her bedroom. "NOW!" She stuck her bottom lip out and pouted. She has a pretty pout. But I was adamant. I pointed harder and patted my bare foot harder. It made a splatting sound on the hardwood floor. She quivered her lip and then turned to go. "No dawdling, now." I said firmly. She went, walking slowly anyway. "Missy, don't make it worse!" She sped up. She actually came back pretty quickly. I noticed that her feet were bare. She must have shed her shoes in the bedroom. The say bare feet can be very provocative, but I was already well provoked anyway. She did have pretty feet, though. There was little doubt that I was going to poke her in the belly when she went across my lap. I turned and sat and drew a hissing breath.

"Sumpt'n bite you Uncle?" She giggled.

"Yeah, but you are going to feel the bite yourself pretty quickly." I reached up, grabbed her hand, and pulled her over my still bare legs. Her jeans were stretched nice and tight across her rump. I gave it a moderate swat. She wiggled and said, "I didn't know Uncle was such a wimp." I swatted much harder with the hairbrush and she gave a little squeak.

"Uncle may be a dirty old man, but he's not a wimpy dirty old man. Take that!" I swatted her again, firmly. And again. And again. I was spreading them over her behind just as she had done to mine. She would occasionally release a little squeak, but not often. I stopped and reached under her to unfasten her jeans. She rose up to allow me access. "That denim is pretty hard against the belly poker." I said, "and it seems to soften the spanking. No point in wasting perfectly good swats on a padded backside." 

She giggled again. It was a cute giggle, too. I pushed the pants down to her knees, leaving the panties for now. She bent her knees and I tugged the jeans off. Those panties fit her backside like a glove. They had the softest lace I've ever felt around all the openings. They were a soft ivory color. I was practically drooling. I'm an ass man, remember? I just couldn't help myself. I put the brush down and bent down and planted a soft kiss on each cheek.

"OOOoooo! Is nasty Uncle gonna kiss ass?"

"You bet! Every chance he gets! Gotta clean up the drool somehow, you know." Then in a less playful voice I said, "You should never, ever tell me to kiss your ass unless you are prepared to have it bared and done right there and then in front of God and everybody. You have been fairly and properly warned!"

"Oh, A DARE! It has been filed away for reference at a future date. I might just call your bluff!"

"No bluff. Just make sure you are prepared for the consequences if and when you do call it." I had been rubbing that beautiful curvaceous backside the entire time, alternately brushing over the panties and sliding the fabric over her bottom. Now I raised my hand and gave a firm stinging swat with a bit of snap in the wrist. She squealed so I did it again and she squealed again.

I started spanking in earnest, paying special attention to the bare area of her upper thighs, below the bottom of her panties. "Panties give too much protection!" I said, and picked up the hairbrush, which I then applied to the prettily pantied globes of her cheeks. Her upper thighs were glowing a nice warm pink. When I finally struck below the panties with the hairbrush she drew a sharp hissing breath and gasped. Hmm... Perhaps a bit too much? I dropped the hairbrush and ran my hands all over the warm areas. I ran my fingers down the crotch of the panties between her thighs.

"Soaking wet! You naughty, naughty, girl." I grabbed the waistband of her panties and started to peel them down. Once again, she lifted her hips to allow them to slide down. I pulled them below her knees and started slapping away with my hand again without any other warning. Her butt cheeks were not as deep a pink as her thighs but I quickly remedied that situation with slap after slap on her curvaceous bottom. She tried to reach back to block the blows with her hand but I grabbed it with my free hand, just as she had done to me and pulled it up out of the way. Once I had the bottom color matching the thighs fairly well, I paused again to caress those lovely globes. Once again I leaned down and planted soft kisses on them. 

'Uncle, you are such a dirty old man, taking advantage of your innocent niece this way!"

"Yeah, saucy girl, and you deserve more, and worse! And you'll get it too, if you keep sassing that way."

"Uncle's a dirty old ma'an. Uncle's a dirty old ma'an." She sang.

I ran my hand down between her thighs and my finger slid easily between the lips of her pussy, sliding deep into the slit as I continued to slide it past her hard little clit.

"Uncle's a dirty old, ahhhh, ohhh, unnnhhh.........MAAAAAN!" She moaned.

"And niece is a naughty young girl." I leaned towards her ear and half whispered as I continued to saw at her slit with my hand.

OOOOOOoooooooohhhhhhh! She cried.

I stopped the motion, removed my hand and started slapping away at her backside again, spreading the heat evenly over her ass and upper thighs, moving methodically from thigh to ass cheek to ass cheek to thigh, carefully and evenly reddening the entire area. She kicked the panties off at some point and they landed beside me on the couch. She tried to reach in again, but this time the hand went for the front and was worming its way under her in an effort to reach her dripping pussy when I grabbed it and pulled it away again. 

"Meany! Meany!" she yelled. "I need that!"

"Naughty, naughty!" I replied. "Not yet!"

I kept spanking away as she squirmed and wiggled across my lap, causing her now crimson bottom to jiggle in a most provocative way. Finally she wiggled her far leg off my lap and started grinding her crotch against my knee, raising her bottom to meet each smack and then dropping it smartly to bump her dripping slit against my knee. I could feel her juices running from my knee down my leg. I let go of her hand and reached my now freed hand around her waist and underneath her as I leaned forward to slide my fingers up into her pussy from below. I tightened my grip on her hip and sawed them in and out, wrapped tightly against her pleasure button while the fingertips probed the soft sponge of her G spot. I was spanking hard and fast now, without any letup, still moving from one spot to the next in a methodical way.

She cried out and flooded my hand with juice, bucking hard and then gradually slowing as the cries turned to moans, then whimpers. I slowed and eased the spanking along with her receding orgasm finally just resting both hands in place. My right hand was hot and tingling and my left hand was dripping onto the couch or the floor, I couldn't see which. She was lying totally spent and limp across my lap.

I just sat there listening to her breathing slowing and becoming more regular. Then I started softly caressing that beautiful ass before I leaned down and planted soft kisses right on the undercurve of her bottom. Her ass was fiery red and I could feel the heat of it on my lips.

"You know? You could become my favorite Uncle if you keep this up!" She said softly.

"You already are my favorite niece." I said and then started planting firmer kisses all over her backside, opening my lips to suck and tongue the hot flesh. I was working my way towards slipping my tongue into the crack while my hand caressed her thighs when she started to get up.

I picked up the panties that were still lying at my side and was sniffing at the crotch when she said, "Now it's uncle's turn. Another round, or should we go on to the bedroom, Uncle? And quit sniffing my panties, you dirty boy!"

"Surely you don't think those little pats you gave me were a spanking?" I said, sniffing the panties again, deeply as I got to my feet. "And why not? What's good for the goose is great for the gander. Besides, they smell good enough to eat!"

"Well, for heaven's sake!" She snatched the panties away from me and balled them up, keeping the inside of the soaked crotch facing outward. "Ok, if that is your wish!" She brought them up to my face. "OPEN!" I only hesitated for a split second before I opened my mouth, which was obviously what she meant. She thrust them in crotch first and pushed all the extra material in behind it. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm." I made a show of enjoying the flavor. They were so wet I could feel the cool splash on my tongue.

She grabbed my cock again and pulled me across her lap, again tucking it between her thighs, but this time there was nothing but soft skin surrounding it. She started in again immediately and spanked away, covering the entire area with fresh stinging slap after slap. After a while she stopped for a moment and said, "Wow! That stings my hand!" She picked up the hairbrush and started in again. That thing was a little monster! I swear it had white hot teeth in it. She flailed away while I ooched and ouched through the panties still stuck in my mouth and kicked my legs like crazy. But she didn't let up until I finally started bucking so hard she couldn't hold on anymore. When she stopped I slid off her and knelt on the floor in front of her, pulled the panties out of my mouth and, leaning forward, took hold of her legs and pulled her towards me.



"Scootch up a bit." I commanded. She slid to the edge of the seat cushion and I pushed her upper body back against the seat back and dived into her still dripping muff. As soon as she figured out what was going on she slid towards me a bit more and lifted her legs off the floor to give me better access. I put my hands behind her legs just above the knees and pushed them up firmly and lapped away at the freely flowing juices, avoiding her clit for the present. I forced my tongue into her as deeply as I could, which wasn't as far as I would have liked because the muscles in her pussy were stronger than my tongue. Some of her juice had escaped and was running down the crack so I chased it down with my tongue. I rasped over her anus and she gasped softly so I pushed my tongue firmly against it and stimulated it as thoroughly as I could, alternately running it flat over the area and on up between her lips, then probing at the opening in the little rosebud with the tip.

I stopped for a moment and said, "Push it out. It is mine to do with as I wish. Push.", before laying my tongue flat against it again and moving it around. She pushed it out which simultaneously exposed a bit of the soft, sensitive inner part and relaxed the sphincter. I probed again with the tip, trying as hard as I could to push it inside her. I could just get the tip inside the outer sphincter, but that was all.




Switcheroo



"OOOOooooooooooo! OOooohhhhh! That feels so good! Don't stop!" Then a moment later, "No, wait, do stop for a moment. Let's go to the bedroom. This thing (she patted the sofa) is going to break my back."

I stopped and helped her up and she grabbed my hand and practically ran for the bedroom with me trailing behind. When we got to the edge of the bed I gave a firm push before she could turn around and she sprawled face down across the mattress. I was right behind her my face going into the crack of her ass as I flopped over the edge of the bed. I wasted no time, but reached up and spread her cheeks and ran my tongue over her cute little pucker again. Then I raised my face, pushed myself up a bit, grabbed a pillow and said, "Raise your hips."

She complied and I pushed the pillow under them. I immediately saw that this wasn't going to be enough so I grabbed the rest of the pillows on the bed, there were several, and pulled her upper body up until she was kneeling in front of me. I put the pillows down in a little pile in front of her, but before I pushed her back down over them I knelt directly behind her and, cupping her soft breasts in my hands and nestling my stiff cock in the crack of her radiantly hot ass, kissed her neck. She leaned back against me and moaned softly, bending her head to give me complete access to her neck. I kissed and nibbled at it while rolling her nipples between my thumbs and fingers. They were very hard and stood out prominently. I slid a hand down her stomach, caressing it every inch of the way until I was cupping her vulva with it. But I did not slip any fingers into it. Instead I let go and gave her a little push, which caused her to topple over the pile of pillows. I pushed her up a bit to bring her ass to the top of the pile and said, "It's mine. Push it out. Make it mine." Before diving back into the crack and pushing my tongue against her tight little anus again. She pushed it out a little but stopped and said, "Uh, what if I fart?"

I lifted my head up for a moment and said, "Chance I'll take. If you do I'll just blow it away. Or, If you'd prefer, I'll just wait and give you a chance to let it go first."

"Yes. Wait a second." I moved my head down beside her hip and said, "OK" but nothing happened. 

"Guess I won't." she said. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Absolutely. Relax. It is mine to pleasure as I see fit. So push it out where I can tease it. Don't worry about it if a fart slips out. It won't hurt me."

Ummm. OK, I guess." I put my face back into her crack and started tonguing gently again and felt it slowly push out. There was a slight musky taste but nothing else. I covered it with my mouth and started teasing it softly again. She still didn't push it very hard so I lifted my head again and said commandingly, "MINE! ALL THE WAY. NOW!" I lowered my head and felt her push it out more firmly. I stiffened my tongue and drove it into the soft center, actually getting my tongue through the outer ring. I wiggled it around and she gasped and moaned again.

I rose up again, just long enough to say, "See how good it can be when you do what I say?"

She moaned again as I drove it back into that hot tight spot. Then I slid back on the bed a bit and licked down the length of her slit, flicking her clit at the bottom, before laying my tongue flat over it and running it slowly back up between the lips and over the tissue between the two openings and onto her anus again. She gasped again and this time she pushed it out firmly without me needing to say anything. I repeated it several times as she slowly and gradually pulled herself up onto her knees, spreading them to give me complete access. I pulled the pillows out without stopping and she allowed her back to fall into a reverse curve to thrust her ass as high into the air as she could get it, further opening herself to my tongue's assault. Now I was also able to push it deep into her vagina though I still couldn't get any deeper into her bottom when I got back up there. I rode the slot back down to the clit and pushed my nose against her anus and swabbed away at her clit.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, OH, OH, oh, oh." She moaned, loudly. 

I like a woman who isn't afraid to make a bit of noise. How else are you to know if what you are doing is working? Unless, she just up and tells you, of course. She did that too. She rolled over onto her back, keeping her legs pulled up, and said, "I need something inside me. Don't stop. Put your fingers in." I kept myself firmly attached to her clit by the mouth and slid, first one, then another and, finally, one more finger into her. I quickly found the spongy tissue of her G spot and started working on it. I brought the other hand up and worked her juice over the index finger, then started rubbing the juice around her anus. I felt it soften and open under my ministrations and slowly and gently slid the finger in, gradually working it in to the hilt. Once in I really started tongue lashing her clit while rubbing the spongy tissue of her G spot as I slowly slid the other finger in and out of her backside. I could feel the fingers on my other hand from each side of the membranes separating the two passages.

"Ungh, unnngh, uuunnnnnngh, UUNNNNNGGHHH!, OH!, OH!, OH!, OH!, OOOOOOOOOOOH!" And she shook and quivered as her orgasm overtook her. As it ran down I let my finger slide easily out of her ass and then gradually let her easing contractions push the rest of my fingers out of her vagina. I kept my tongue firmly against her clit but did not move it.

She let out a big sigh with a whoosh and said, "I may never be the same again!" as she brought her legs down and melted bonelessly into the mattress. I didn't try to say anything, but just stayed motionlessly attached to her clit. We lay that way for several minutes. A stray sunbeam coming through the window had set her pubic patch, too close for me to actually focus on with my nose buried in it, to sparkling with red and gold and yellow and orange and the occasional blue and green and purple sparkly highlights. My nose was definitely getting the red carpet treatment! I had to reach up and prod a couple of strays that wanted to tickle my nostrils.

Finally Debra said, "I want you to spank me again and then fuck the daylights out of me from behind, doggy style!" 

OK! She really wasn't afraid to say what she wanted! I was even more in love with this woman than before. No problem!

Reluctantly, I gave up my view of flame colored sparkles and let my mouth release her vulva. I sat up on the edge of the bed. Debra crawled off the bed and stood in front of me. I cupped her ass in my hands and looked up at her before dropping my eyes and taking a nipple in my mouth. It immediately firmed up as my tongue worked it against the back side of my upper teeth. I let it escape and repeated the action with its twin, which was waiting nearby.

"Should I get the brush?"

"No sir. A firm hand will do nicely. Firm, hard and long. This girl needs a sound spanking, sir!"

"And you'll get it, little lady!"

I slid back on the bed a bit and raised one leg up over the edge of the bed, allowing the knee to bend for comfort but kept the other foot on the floor for bracing. I pulled her over the leg that was on the bed and gave her ass a little push. She took the hint and pushed herself up on the bed so I had better access to that pretty and by now only pale pink bottom.

I wasted no time teasing but started right in slapping away, reintroducing the red glow to her lovely backside. She was clearly well warmed up so I increased the force pretty quickly until she was uttering little squeaks or gasps with each spank.

"Naughty girl. How can I properly punish you when you clearly enjoy it much more than you should! I'm going to have to use some paddles and other things just to get your attention!"

"No (squeak) sir! (gasp, squeak) I (yelp) don't need (OUCH!) any paddles! (Ow, ow, ow) I've learned (Owwwoooo) my lesson! Don't spank me (squeak) with (ouch) paddles, sir!"

"Well, (spank) you get a reprieve (smack) this time (slap) anyway. (Whap, whap, whap) I don't seem to have (spank, spank) any paddles here anyway." (spank, spank, SPANK)

"(OH!) Oh thank you, Uncle, you dirty bastard! (OUCH!) Now fuck me, pretty please, Sir!"

God, she must have a tough butt! My hand was stinging so that I really needed to use something else anyway. My cock sounded like something pretty good to use at this particular moment in time. It was trying to burst out of its seams again anyway. 

"Oh, yes, naughty girl. Dirty old Uncle is definitely going to fuck you, right now!"

She crawled up onto the bed on her hands and knees and lowered her torso, spread her knees and presented me with a pretty picture of woman in heat. (In more ways than one!) I wasted no time in crawling up behind her. She was so wet and ready that I bottomed out in one quick plunge. The heat against my belly and legs was incredible. She didn't wait for me to start thrusting, but started bucking herself.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" she repeated over and over, like a mantra. I grabbed her hips and started pounding my body against her backside.

"Yeah, like that!" she said. "Hard and fast. Don't worry about coming. I'll be right with youuuuuuAAAAAHHHH! AAAAAHHH! AAAAAHHH!" Her orgasm triggered mine. I pounded out spasm after spasm, groaning and crying out with her until the spasms ran down and I flopped over on my back beside her as she sank from her knees to her belly.

"Whoosh! Medic!" I called, "I think I'm dying from pleasure!"

Debra just "Mmmmmmmed", her eyes closed.

I rolled to face her and said quietly, "You know, I've fantasized about you a whole lot," I reached over and plucked at her hair. "but nothing in my wildest ones came anywhere close to the reality. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did."

That cockle warming smile appeared but she didn't open her eyes. "I hope we aren't done yet. Just need to rest a moment"

"Yeah" I flopped back down.

"before I make you clean up this mess you made!" She finished.

Oh, God! Lisa had even told her about that? Oh well. "You caaann't maake mee." I sang in my sassiest voice.

"OooOH YESss I CA'An!! She sang back firmly as she sprang to her hands and knees and quickly turned the opposite direction on the bed. She put a knee across my torso to straddle me and I saw that her pussy lips were hanging wide open. As she settled into position a drip departed from the open slit and, still attached by a long wet string, fell to my breast bone. The gooey string broke when she moved and another drip started to form. She didn't give it a chance to drip away, though. She quickly backed up my body, bending her head around to look where she was aiming and plopped the whole, drippy, sodden mess right on my face. I was enveloped in the aroma of sex. She rubbed it around on my face and said, "Clean it up!" 

I had opened my mouth when she plopped down so I started licking away at the slick surfaces. I pushed my tongue into the now relaxed opening and felt her give a squeeze. A dollop of our mixed juices fell into my mouth. I swallowed and stuck my tongue deeper, working it all around inside and swallowing the juices that were running out. She grabbed my hips and pushed me up on the bed. Since I was lying sideways across the bed my head passed over the edge but was still supported at the base of my skull. She dropped one foot to the floor and kept the other knee on the bed and settled down straddling my head. I sucked and slurped for several minutes before I pulled my tongue back out and started licking at the edges of the labia, trying my best to clean everything thoroughly.

She leaned forward and took my soft cock into her warm mouth and sucked away at it, running her tongue all around it. It started hardening again.

Even though there really was nothing there, I ran my tongue back up to her anus and teased it until she finally pushed it out. Then she let it relax back in so I moved towards her clit, drilling at it with the tip of my tongue. 

"I guess I can make you after all, huh?" she said after releasing my cock with a pop. "But that's enough of that for now. I think I'm good and clean. I've gotta go pee." She said, trying to move off me. I immediately grabbed her legs and held her in place and said, "Mmm Thirfty" my voice muffled by the muff pressed in my face but still understandable, "Need drink". I continued to hold her firmly in place.

"Oh! Are you saying what I think you are saying?!"

"Yeth" still muffled by muff.

"Oh...I don't think I can."

"Try" I had my mouth covering the area as tightly as I could, now.

"But what if it is too strong, or too salty? What if you miss? My bed'll get wet."

"One thkwirt...Won't thpill." I mumbled around a mouthful of pussy.

"I'm not sure I can just do one squirt if I can even do it at all. I don't want to wet the bed." "But I'll try if you'd like. Just let me get something to protect the bed and floor."

"mmkay" I let go of her and she got up and immediately left the room. She came back moments later and dropped a plastic table cloth on the bed and continued into the bathroom, coming back with a large bath sheet. I had remained lying as I was when she got up.

"Uh, I've never done this before and I'm not sure I can pee standing up."

"You don't pee in the shower?"

"Uh, well, sometimes." I hadn't seen her blush during all that had gone before but she did now. "but that is different. The warm water and all."

"OK. We'll try to find something that works and I'll be patient. If you can't, you can't, no problem. Give it a try?"

"Yeah, I've sometimes wondered what it would be like. I want to try it."

"Can't ask for more than that. Remember, it's no big deal if you can't do it."

We had a little discussion on how best to do it and ended up spreading the tablecloth over the bed and folding the bath sheet in half and placing it so it would be under my head and upper torso as I lay on my back on the bed. She would sit on my chest with my face between her legs, her legs folded up with her feet by my arms. 

So I found myself looking up at her looking down at me with my mouth pressed into her spread open pussy. I was nervous with excitement and I could tell she was too. I was careful to hold very still.

"Clothe your eyeth." I mumbled around the muff. "M'm not really here. You are on the commode and thith is jutht a fantathy in your head."

I lay there, mouth full of something that still smelled and tasted of sex and waited. I was in heaven. I do so love to have a mouth full of pussy. I felt her PC muscle flex. 

"Don't twy to forth it. Jutht let it happen. If it doethn't we can alwayth twy again thome other time. Wrelacth. M'm comfowtable and vewy happy." I gave a little suck and wiggle of my tongue, then went completely still again.

I waited. And waited. And waited, looking up at her with her eyes closed. I didn't try to say anything else because I could see she was beginning to relax a bit more. Finally there was a tiny squirt, more of a leak actually. It didn't taste strong and wasn't really very salty either. The most unanticipated part was that it was lukewarm, almost like weak Gatorade that has been in the sun. Another squirt, a bit more this time. Still fine. I swallowed it.

She opened her eyes and looked down at me, raising her eyebrows. I didn't want to disturb the concentration so I winked. She closed her eyes again. Another little squirt followed immediately by a big one. I had to swallow twice this time. There was another squirt and then the stream started in earnest. I repositioned my mouth slightly to better contain it and swallowed rapidly. There was only the slightest slacking off of the flow when I moved then it went right back as before. My mouth was filling faster than I could swallow and finally a bit leaked past my lips. I opened my eyes to see her looking down at me. I let a bit more go so I could swallow without choking and when I did she just let the flow open up, squeezing her bladder muscles and peeing hard. I was swallowing as fast as I could and it was leaking all over the place. I could feel it flowing down and pooling in the towel under my head and neck. I finally was able to keep up as the flow started to taper off. It wound down to a stop and I pushed my head back to say "That was so cool!" before putting my mouth back to be sure I didn't miss any more.

"Yeah, that was a lot more fun than I thought it would be!" she answered, watching closely as she pushed out a final squirt. "I didn't think I'd like it but I did! I want you to do that to me, but I especially want you to do it up inside me! Do you have to pee now?"

"Uh, yeah. But it isn't easy to pee through a hard on. How will I get inside you without one?"

"Well, we'll try to find something that works and I'll be patient. If you can't, you can't, no big deal, you know." She said, tossing my earlier words back at me. 

"Can't be fairer than that."

She got up off of me and I sat up. I had to use a dry part of the towel to catch some of drops that were running down my body. She dried her bottom with another section.

"Hop up." She said "and I'll change out the towel." I got off the bed and she took the wet towel and threw it in the bathtub and went to the linen closet and brought back several more big bath sheets. "Might need more since it won't really have any place to go but out."

She spread three of them out on the plastic table cloth, one on top of the other and sat on the edge of the bed, tossing a couple more beside the pile. "C'mere" she said, and I moved back in front of her. She slid forward and took my semi soft cock into her mouth and started teasing it with her tongue and lips. It didn't take long for it to get hard again. She released it with a 'pop' and jumped up and lay back on the bed, raising her knees towards her chest.

"My turn! Fill me up." I climbed up on the bed and got into position. Once the head was in place she pulled me firmly inside. It felt great. Of course I wanted to move it in and out but she said, "Hold still. We'll do that again later." So I stopped with our pubic bones pressed tightly together, my cock straining to reach deeper into her velvety receptacle. I opened my eyes and found her watching me intently. She smiled that smile. I couldn't help myself. I kissed her, deeply. It was enthusiastically returned.

So we spent several minutes just anchored together in two locations enjoying each other without moving anything but our tongues. 

"Mmm. Kiss me again! But don't forget what else you are doing. Do it while you kiss me if you can!"

"Yes!" I said. I took another good look at her and then leaned down to kiss those luscious lips again. Our tongues took up the duel again. I noted that my bladder was full and I tried to shift the nervous system and plumbing from sex to elimination, not easy with a hard on trapped in a slippery wet prison. When I concentrated on letting it go I lost concentration on the tongues and when I concentrated on the kiss, I lost concentration on peeing. I paused the kiss to say so and she replied, "Don't concentrate on either, then. I'll take care of the kiss and you just lie there and let everything relax until it starts." She raised her head and re-initiated the kiss. 

It was strange being kissed without doing anything other than letting it happen. I found myself enjoying it very much. I was positioned on my elbows such that I didn't really have to use any muscles to prop myself up so I wouldn't squash her so I was able to just start relaxing every part of my body. Presently I could feel the flow starting to work its way from my bladder into the tubing. I gave a little squirt deep inside her. I think I was about half hard at this point. 

"I felt that!" She said. "Do it again." She went right back to kissing me.




Switcheroo



I lay there and let things relax again and after a few moments managed another squirt. That primed the pump and I was able to start the flow. "Just let me know if I need to stop." I said.

"Don't stop, I want it all." Back to the kiss again. This time I was able to manage both the kiss and the peeing at the same time.

So I speeded up the flow. It didn't happen like I expected. I had thought it would immediately start running out of her but it didn't. Instead her vagina blew up like a water balloon. The entrance stayed closed around my cock, hugging it gently, while the rest expanded until I really wasn't touching anything inside that I could detect.

"Wow! That feels amazing!" She said. Her vaginal muscles flexed a tiny bit and there was a gush around the opening and I felt the warm liquid run down and drip off my balls. She gave a more deliberate flex and there was a big audible gush. I was still peeing and when she relaxed the vagina went right back to filling up again, though it felt like there was a steady leakage now.

"Cool! Can you pull out without letting it out of me?" My flow was slowing so I started to slowly pull my cock out of her pussy, letting the stream fill the space that was being vacated. But as I pulled out there was a big gush as she emptied on the towels on the bed.

"Didn't work." I said as I lay down on top of her.

"It was still amazing." She said. "Will you do that again sometime?"

"Anytime!"

"Do you have any left?"

"Umm, yeah."

"Then kiss me and let it go on my tummy." 

I did. I could feel the warm pee running over her belly and through our pubic patches. I reached down and felt it cascading off her hip. Her hand joined mine and then she brought it up, broke the kiss and stuck her wet fingers in her mouth.

"It isn't gross or anything." She said. "Slightly salty, like a sports drink, I think."

"That's what I thought too." I replied. 

Her hand went back down again and I could feel her sliding it between us. I was about empty and the flow stopped when she reached in. She brought the hand back up again and said, "You want to taste yours?" She brought it to my face. 

"Why not?" I replied and stretched my neck and took the fingers in my mouth. I really couldn't tell that it was any different than hers.

"Done?" She asked.

I gave a little squeeze but nothing happened. "Done." I agreed.

"Then lets this cleaned up and get a shower and I'll get us some supper. Unless you want to go out?"

"I'll take you anywhere you want to go." I replied. "But supper in sounds good to me. Besides, if we go out, you have to drive."

"Supper in it is, then. Anything particular you'd like?"

"Surprise me. As long as it doesn't run too fast. I'm not ready to give chase, yet."

"Lazy. I'll whup up something that will just lie there while you stab it with forks and knives. How's that."

"Sounds yummy."

She gave a little push against my chest and I took the hint and started to get up. She lay back as I got off her and I said. "Don't move yet." I grabbed one of the extra towels and dried my body as I moved off her so I wouldn't drip on the bed or floor. Then I leaned over and started tonguing her wet belly. 

She giggled and said, "That tickles." So I increased both the action and the pressure on her tummy. She started laughing and bucking so I held her down and kept it up, also blowing raspberries against the soft wet skin. She started bucking in earnest so, not wanting to have a messy accident from all the soaking wet towels under her, I moved down towards her crotch. I licked the droplets that were clinging to her hair and then plunged my tongue back into the slit.

"Oh. You can do more of that later, but I don't think I can take another orgasm right now."

I stood back up, wiping my face and chest where I had gotten wet again and picked up another dry towel and started drying her. She sat up and I quickly put the towel I had just used on me under her legs to create a dam so nothing could run from the sodden towels under her onto the floor. I continued to dry her body as she rose up off the bed so that not a drop was spilled. 

"Thank you, sir." She said and together we gathered the wet towels and I followed her to the washer. We tossed them all in and she quickly set a spin cycle to wring out most of the liquid. "I'll wash them after the shower." She said. "Wash my back?" as she started off back towards the bathroom.

"I'll wash the whole body if you'll let me." I replied.

"It's a deal if you won't get my hair wet!"

"I'll be careful."

When we arrived in the bathroom she reached in and turned the water on and then went and got out a couple more towels. "You want a washcloth?" she asked while she wrapped her head in a small towel turban thingie. 

"Hands are the proper things to wash a beautiful woman with." I replied, gallantly.

"Hmm. I think I'll just use hands on the gentleman, too." She said with a grin.

She hung the towels on a hook beside the tub and reached in to adjust the temperature of the water before stepping into the tub. I was right on her heels.

"You do your face so I don't get your hair wet." I suggested. She proceeded to wash her face. When she moved to keep going down her body I pulled her away from the spray, seizing the soap from her hands.

"Uh, uh. The rest is mine." 

I started soaping her back, then her arms, one at a time all the way to her fingertips. I played with the fingers for a few moments, then, seizing both hands, ran mine back up the arms, pushing them upwards as I went until I arrived at her arm pits. I washed them both gently, being careful not to tickle her. Then I slid my hands on around to the front of her body, soaping her upper chest thoroughly before sliding them under her breasts and cupping them in my slippery, soapy hands. I caressed them and teased the nipples until they stood up and took notice, before cupping the breasts again, rolling the slippery nipples between each pair of my fingers from thumb and index finger to ring finger and pinky.

She leaned back against me and my cock, firm again, nestled in the crack of her ass. I kissed her ear and then started nibbling her neck as my hands slid down and lathered up her belly. I worked a finger into her belly button and gently swirled it around, nibbling her neck all the while. I stepped back and quickly soaped her back and still glowing bottom and stepped back up against her again, and again nestled my now really hard cock in the now slippery crack. I started nibbling the neck again as my hands resumed their journey of exploration on the front side of her body. I reached up and deflected the shower head so it wasn't rinsing the soap off as fast as I could apply it and slowly and gently re-soaped her chest, breasts, and tummy. 

Then I worked my hands down into the soft fur of her vulva. I lathered it up and cupped it in one hand, while the other slid back up to explore the curves of her breasts. I let my middle finger slip into the slit between her lower lips and she sighed and leaned back against me. So I slowly slid the finger up and down a few times before curving up inside her. She sighed again. I gently moved the finger inside her and then pulled it out and whispered, "I don't want the soap to make you raw." She sighed again but didn't say anything.

I stepped back and turned her around to face me. Her head tilted back so I took that as an invitation and enveloped her slippery body in mine as we lost ourselves in a leisurely kiss. She shifted her body a little and guided my cock into where my soapy fingers had just been, sliding me deeply within herself. We stood still, nothing but our tongues dueling with each other as the universe hummed around us, the music of the spheres.

Finally, after microseconds or eons, she broke the kiss and disengaged my cock and, letting out a big sigh, said. "The hot water won't last much longer so we'd better get back to business."

"Spoilsport. I think it'll last at least another week."

"Not my hot water, but I wish."

"Me too." I turned the spray back on her and squatted down in the tub, putting one knee on the tub mat. I patted my other leg just above the knee and said, "Put a foot here."

She did and I started soaping the leg, slowly, working my way up from the ankle to the top, out over her ass cheek. 

Ass cheek, now there is a descriptive term that really doesn't do justice to something as lovely as what I had my hands on! OK, Derriere. A word made lovely by not being used in any negative connotation that I've ever heard.

So, I brought my fingers along the crack between those two lovely globes. While I wasn't in a position that I could easily see them, the feeling was just as luscious as the sight would have been. I teased the little pucker with the tip of a soapy finger and after a moment she pushed it outwards. I spent a few moments feeling the topography of that little mound with its central crater nestled in that deep valley, and then passed on back down the leg, carefully soaping every inch with both hands before sliding some fingers between her foot and my leg. She braced herself in the tub and lifted the foot. I switched from gentle to firm pressure and began to massage the foot, carefully soaping every inch, squeezing and massaging the instep, the heel, and all the toes, ending by running my fingers between the toes. Then I moved to allow the cascading water to rinse the soap from the foot before moving it to the bottom of the tub. I changed my squat to raise the other knee and she got the message and put the other foot up. I repeated the whole process except that I lingered over the little pucker muscle way up there above the top of the leg a bit longer and actually pressed up inside a little bit. She moaned and braced herself against the tub wall so I pushed it in deeply, twisting it around before pulling it back out.

Then after washing and rinsing that foot and putting it back down I stood and said, "All done. And we didn't run out of hot water, either."

"Well, not yet, but I haven't done you yet. I'll probably have to hurry if you don't want to freeze, too." So saying Debra took the soap from my hands and started soaping my chest and arms. "Turn." I complied and she did my back, sliding her hands down to soap my ass. "Turn again." I turned to face her and she looked into my eyes as she grabbed my rigid cock and started lathering it up. My eyes drifted closed as she gently slid her soapy hands over my cock and balls. 

"Switch places." She said, and we carefully squeezed past each other in the narrow tub. 

She started to sink to a squatting position and I said, "Wait, you'll get your hair wet." I reached to turn the water off. "OK." And she knelt in the bottom of the tub, never relinquishing her hold on my cock and balls. She began caressing them again and, again; my eyes closed in pleasure. She slid a hand between my thighs and pressed them apart. I moved my feet to the edges of the tub, allowing her easier access. She reached far between my legs and starting at the top of my crack, slid her fingers down between my still warm and tingling ass cheeks. She ran the flat of her hand up and down the crack before bringing a finger to my anus. She teased it and when I didn't relax it right away, she said, "My turn. Relax it." I let it relax and at her insistent pressure pushed to relax it completely. Her finger slid in easily and she went straight for my prostate, giving it a firm but gentle massage. The pleasure was incredible and I moaned. 

After a few seconds of this I opened my eyes and looked down to see her looking up at me. Her expression didn't change but she started stroking and massaging a bit more firmly and stroked my erection with her other hand. I groaned again and closed my eyes again. Then the finger slid out and everything stopped!

My eyes popped open again and she grinned and said, "Gotta save something for later." She started soaping my legs, doing both of them before doing both feet. I braced myself firmly to prevent slipping but it was no problem. She stood back up and said, "Can you turn the water back on without slipping?"

"Yup" and I matched deeds to word, making sure the temperature was right before switching the flow back to the showerhead.

We both rinsed as quickly as was consistent with a thorough fingering of all of each other's places where soap might hide from the water. It wasn't really a quick rinse, of course.

The water was starting to cool noticeably so I turned it off and reached out to grab a towel. Debra tried to take it but I held on firmly and said, "I'll dry you." She desisted in her efforts to take the towel and I opened the shower curtain and dried her face, then wrapped the bath sheet around her and gave her a quick but thorough kiss before starting to carefully dry every square inch of her beautiful, glowing body, finishing with her feet. As I dried them she held my shoulder and stepped out of the tub, first one foot, and then the other after I got it dry. 

I reached for the other towel but she grabbed it first and said, "my turn." She dried my face and hair, which had gotten dripping wet, and wrapped it around me as I had done to her and kissed me as I had kissed her before proceeding to dry me just as thoroughly as I had dried her. She grabbed the other bath sheet and left the bathroom saying, "I'll go start the towels washing and then figure out what we are going to eat. 

I stopped in front of the mirror and ran my fingers through my hair and patted it down to some semblance of order, before following her. I found her getting ready to put on a pair of panties and grabbed them out of her hand saying, "No clothes for the chef. Don't you know food that has been prepared by a naked woman tastes better? You can wear an apron if you need it for safety."

"You are soooo naughty!" She said but she pranced off to the kitchen anyway. I followed, my eyes glued to the lovely orbital motion of those delightful globes. When she stopped in the middle of the kitchen, I stepped up behind her and took one of them in each hand and kissed the junction of her neck and shoulder.

"OK, the chef is naked, but you cannot distract her until the meal is done!"

"I'll try to behave, but no promises." I murmured in her ear.

She turned, grabbed my arm, steered me to a chair and pushed me into it. "Don't you move until I figure this out. Mama spank."

"Ok, I'll just sit here and leer at the menu." I replied.

She giggled and pirouetted slowly in place and said, "Do you know what you want or do you need some more time?"

I reached out and smacked her bottom lightly as it spun by and said, "I'm pretty sure I want one of everything, but I'll take some time to carefully consider each item presented."

She giggled and pirouetted again and said, "You do that. I'll just see what there is to eat."

"Oh, no problem. I already see what I'd like to eat. Can you sit here?" I patted the table in front of me.

"Dessert later. First nutrition. Didn't your mom teach you anything?"

"Well, she certainly didn't teach me about that!"

She didn't miss a beat. "What? No low calorie desserts when you were growing up?"

"Well, certainly not the one I'd like right now!"

"Patience, patience, dear boy. First supper, then dessert."

"I could make a complete meal out of what I see."

"Maybe so, but you said I could decide, so pipe down."

"Yes'm"

She bustled around the kitchen, peering into the refrigerator, the freezer, and the pantry before announcing, "How about pork chops?"

"Sounds good; can I help?"

"Actually, I was hoping you would ask. Would you grill them?"

"Sure. Like all men, I am a master of fire. I'll go start the grill."

"Master of fire? Let's see your badge."

I patted my bare chest and hip and made my best effort to look crestfallen. "I don't seem to have it on me right now." 

"Hmmm. Based on what I've seen so far, I don't think you are very trustworthy, but I'll give you a chance to prove yourself."

"That's all I ask." I headed out the back door, still wearing nothing but a grin. While my place is very private, with no near neighbors, Debra's is a bit less so, being in a neighborhood. But her deck had strategically placed trees, fencing and shrubs that prevented anyone from seeing it, even though the back yard was visible from the neighbor's houses. I knew where the grill was from previous visits, fully clothed of course.

I heard the rattling of utensils and the slamming of doors and drawers as I went out to light the grill. I got a bag of charcoal and the lighter from the storage bin. The grill was cleaned out and ready to go so all I had to do was crumple up some newspaper in the starter chimney, pile in the charcoal, fire it up, and wait. 

Even though I love to be nude outdoors and Debra's deck and back yard are very pretty, the scenery in the kitchen was spectacular so I went back inside, checked the clock so I'd know when the charcoal would be ready, and sat back down to admire the natural beauty that was swirling around me, going from task to task. I offered to help again and she set me to preparing veggies for a salad. I almost chopped off a finger watching something other than what I was doing. After that I was a bit more diligent until the job was done.

When I was finished and everything was in a bowl she had set on the counter beside me while I was busy, I stepped into her way as she crossed the kitchen yet again and kissed her firmly until she melted in my arms. When we finally broke the kiss she said, "Now I forgot what I was doing. Mama's gonna have to spank you."

"Now or later?" I asked.

"You are too eager. Later, naughty boy. Now what was I doing? Oh, yeah." And she headed off across the kitchen again.

A bit later I announced. "Charcoal ought be about ready. I'll go check."

When I got back out there it was all nicely white and ready to use so I spread it out in the grill and put the grate on so it could heat and put nice sear marks on the chops. I spent a few minutes watching a hummingbird visit the feeder hanging near the deck, then dart off to perch in a nearby bush only to dart back to defend the feeder when another hummingbird approached it. He flew off in hot pursuit of the other bird, both of them making that peculiar musical chirp that rubythroats make. Both of them passed within inches of me and despite the fact that I know they won't hit me; I flinched, and then turned to watch as they darted out of sight. I noticed that birds were singing all over the place and the air was warm and soft on my bare skin. Sensuous. 

I went back into the house and announced that the grill was ready. Debra handed me a plate with a pair of thick, well seasoned pork chops and a pair of tongs. "Go put 'em on."

I headed back out and carefully plopped them onto the now hot grate, getting a rewarding sizzling sound for my efforts. I took the plate back in and got a clean one to put the chops on when they were done. A short time later Debra came out, carrying two towels and two full wineglasses. She handed me a glass and put the other one on the bistro table and spread the towels over the chairs and sat in one. I took the hint and sat down. I raised my glass and said, "Here's to trading partners. I'd like to stay traded." She looked me in the eye and clinked her glass against mine and we both took a sip, never losing eye contact.

Finally she said. "I've fantasized about you, too. They were never this good, though."

"Yeah." It was all I could think of to say.

I got up to check on the chops and when I came back I moved my chair beside hers, sat down and put my arm around her, rather possessively, I'm afraid. She relaxed into it and we sat quietly, enjoying the evening, needing to say nothing else. I got up to flip the chops and sat back down. 




Switcheroo



Tammy looked at him. "Do you still think that's a good idea?" she asked.

Tom swallowed. "I'll take that as a yes," she said.

Tammy was a slender girl, with a short haircut. Her light brown hair bobbed and was perfect for her frame, giving her a tomboy effect. Her small pert breasts barely poked out into the material, and her pussy was completely devoid of hair. Julie found herself more and more aroused, and frightened of this revelation. She found that she felt the same way as when Michelle had kissed her, nearly a year ago. Except that Tammy's tomboy image and Tom's hormones were winning her fear over.

Tammy took a step towards Tom, who didn't move. "Tom," she sang, "why aren't you saying anything?"

Tom just gaped at her, staring at her pert erect nipples. Tammy swallowed down the last of her fear of rejection, as she stood next to Tom. She had gone too far, and was too aroused, to back down now. She gripped the button of Tom's fly. In one swift motion, she unbuttoned all of the button on his 501's. His straining prick moved outwards, making a tent out of his briefs. "Wow," she said. "That speaks louder than words!"

She lowered the waistband around his head, and it sprang forth. Julie couldn't move as she watched this cute girl fondle her new genitals. She had pretended that she was a guy, and had masturbated the dildo when it was inside of her, but nothing matched the unbelievable ecstacy of this young girl stroke Tom's prick. Julie watched as the boyish girl got on her knees, and took the head in her mouth. Julie wondered how such a small girl would be able to take in such a large organ, but Tammy miraculously swallowed Tom's entire shaft. Tom looked down, and watched as the negligee - clad girl swallowed his manhood. Julie felt her knees weaken and buckle, and wanted to sit down, but couldn't do it while Tammy's mouth engulfed Tom's prick.

The sensation was overwhelming. Tammy's tongue swirled around Tom's shaft so smoothly, he thought he was going to faint. Tammy let go of his prick with her mouth, and he took the opportunity to sit down on the bed. She sat down between his legs, and lowered her lips to his balls. Expertly, she teased his sac with her tongue and lips while stroking him with her hand. She smiled up devilishly at Tom, who was still gawking at her.

"I know what will drive you wild," she said. She raised one finger in the air, and then brought it to her breast. Tom's cock gave a twitch. "You like it when I touch myself?" Tom nodded. Julie was amazed at how this girl was turning her on. Tammy's hand moved down to her shaved slit, and she closed her eyes. Tom's gaze moved from Tammy's hand in her pussy to her face, which betrayed her self- pleasure.

"I wish you could feel this," Tammy said, smiling broadly. "It feels sooooo good!" Tom smiled, and Julie thought that she knew exactly how good it felt.

Tammy's hand came out from underneath her, slick and wet. She brought her hand up to her mouth, and licked all but one of her fingers. "Mmmmm," she moaned. She looked directly into Tom's eyes as she did so. Tom's cock lept in her hands violently. "Relax," she whispered. "I know how to fix this."

Her finger still glistening with her juices, she touched Tom's netherhole, and pushed slightly. The tip of her finger entered into his rectum, and an unexpected wave of pleasure shot through Tom. At the same time, Tammy swallowed Tom's prick once more. Tom's hips began to pump, sliding his prick in and out of Tammy's mouth, and alternately, her finger deeper and deeper into his anus. It wasn't long before his balls tightened, and drew up and into his torso. Julie could feel Tom's rectal muscles tightening and closing, tightening and closing around Tammy's finger, and soon felt the onslaught of come.

It stopped, however. Tammy had pulled down on Tom's scrotal sac, preventing his orgasm. Tom looked down incredulously at Tammy. She was smiling. "Not yet," she said. "I want some pleasure too."

Tom's prick twitched, and Julie began to understand the concept of blue balls. She watched as Tammy's lithe body straddled Tom's, and positioned itself just above Tom's prick. "Watch me," Tammy commanded.

She leaned back with amazing dexterity, so that Tom could only see Tammy's hips, thighs, and of course, her shaved pussy. Julie found that she could not take her eyes off the nakedness of Tammy's pussy, and found it extremely erotic. Tammy's hands came out of nowhere, and stroked her clit. Drops of moisture appeared on her fingers as they slid, alternately, in and out of her pussy. One hand grabbed Tom's shaft, and aimed it at her hole, still poised above it. She lowered her hips, bringing her hole down onto Tom's prick. As she slid down his pole, she righted herself, so that she straddled him normally.

Julie watched in fascination, feeling herself overcome with the first ever sensation of entering another woman. She was amazed at the smoothness of Tammy's walls, and the incredibility of the sensation. Tammy closed her pussy muscles around Tom's prick tightly, holding him prisoner. Then, slowly and without moving, she began teasing him by gripping and releasing, gripping and releasing. Julie was about to go out of her mind.

She began to pump inside of Tammy in long strokes, entering Tammy as she knew she loved to be entered. The head of Tom's cock came almost all the way out, stretching Tammy's pussy lips, and making her cry out.

Tammy couldn't take any more. She began to ride Tom's cock, grinding her clit into his base, and bucking furiously. Tom's cock began to twitch violently, and he shot his come deep inside of Tammy. Tammy began humping faster and faster, and when Tom's jism hit her, it sent her over the top. Her orgasm hit hard, and she collapsed on top of Tom's chest. Automatically, Julie began stroking Tammy as she liked to be stroked after orgasm; concentrating on her breasts.

Tom wandered through Julie's classes as normal, with Michelle at his side. All the while, he tried to think of how to get back into his own body. Julie's body was *very* nice, but after all, his body was his body, and he wanted it back.

Botany class was, as always, boring as hell. Julie laid her head down briefly from taking notes, and immediately fell asleep.

Caranaah winked at Johar, indicating that Tom/Julie was finally asleep, and they could tell him how to get his body back. Johar was in great spirits. He had seen enough to get his mind back into enjoying his work, and he had actually had a bonus display of sexual activity. Still, the fun has to end sometime.

Julie awoke from her sleep with a sudden jolt. Michelle looked across the table with an inquizzitive look. Julie shrugged as she gathered her belongings. "I've got to go," she said.

"What about class?" Michelle asked.

"I'll get the notes later!" Julie whispered, and hustled out of the classroom.

Immediately, Julie went to Tom's dorm. She rushed up the staircase, and went as quick as possible to his room. She knocked violently on the door.

"Who is it?" came the call.

"It's Julie," she answered.

The door opened, and Tom peered out. Julie looked at her own face, and nearly fainted. It was nothing like she had ever thought before. Her view of herself had always been from a mirror, and therefore backwards. Tom's experience was the same thing.

Julie stared at her body through Tom's eyes, and felt something she never expected. She was turning herself on! Tom's prick twitched slightly at the sight of Julie's body. Julie looked at her gorgeous legs, and followed them up to her miniskirt. "Come on in," Tom's deep voice said.

Julie walked in. Tammy got up, and glared at Julie, then at Tom, and left, her nighty flying behind her. "What was that," Julie asked.

"Ah," Tom said, "There's some things that you don't know about."

Julie smiled. "Yeah, there are some things that you should know too."

Tom ran a hand through his hair. "I should have known..."

Julie stood there with her hands on her hips. "I know what we have to do," she said.

Tom raised an eyebrow. "Is it what I think it is?"

Julie nodded. "But, there's no rule saying we can't have fun while we do!"

Tom smiled. His prick reacted immediately. From inside Tom's body, Julie watched as her body came over to Tom's. She watched as her form slowly undressed, exposing herself to Tom's view. She became extremely aware at how aroused she was simply watching her own body in an erotic pose.

For Tom's part, he was unsure of how to go about doing this. Sure, he had had his own homosexual identity questions through puberty, but this? This was too weird. Still, you don't get a chance to do this every day...

Julie completely undressed, and waited for Tom to do the same. Tom stood up, and undid his pants, dropping them to the floor. He pulled down his briefs, stepping out of them. Julie's body began to get wet upon seeing Tom's prick dangling between his legs. Tom began to get worried about what this might mean, but Julie's normal hormones took over. Her mouth began to water, and he realized that he wanted his own prick in Julie's mouth. She kneeled before him, and looked up at Tom's face.

Tom watched Julie's form beckon in front of him. Her svelt figure played upon his fantasies, and she found that she wanted her mouth on his prick. Her hot breath found its way into his pubic region, and his prick leapt. Her mouth opened wide, and her tongue snaked out to flick over the head. She touched the head ever so lightly with her long nails, and stroked his balls with her other hand. Her tongue flicked down the length of his shaft, and then back again.

Julie watched through Tom's eyes, amazed at how good she really was. She watched her head bob on Tom's prick, and hoped she would remember how good it felt, even after she was back in her own body.

Julie's mouth savored each bump of Tom's prick, and she maneuvered her tongue over each ridge. Hungrily she devoured Tom's member with a zest that amazed even her. Tom tried not to think about the fact that he was blowing himself, but somehow it didn't seem real, that he was in a trance.

Tom reached down, and maneuvered Julie to the bed. He reached down between her legs, and slid his fingers inside her soft slit. Julie gasped for air, revelling in the touch of a man again. Fleetingly she thought that Michelle was gentler, but the touch of a man still held a great appeal.

Tom raised his hips above her, and with his fingers, spread apart her pussy lips. He guided himself to her hole, and thrust his entire length inside her. Julie moaned aloud as the full length hit her, and she clutched at his prick with her pussy muscles. Wrapping her legs around Tom's back, she continued to push him in and out of her. She rolled forward, and ground her pussy into his hardness, forcing an orgasm. Tom thrust inside of her in long, deep strokes, and found himself on the brink. He thrust in and out rapidly, and felt the onslaught rush through his lower body. Julie humped Tom's prick, and felt her own orgasm taking control. Immediately, they both climaxed, and collapsed, exhausted.

Johar and Caranaah watched in intense excitement as the two fucked and sucked each other to orgasm. Immediately after the climax, Caranaah waved her hand, and both fell asleep. When they awoke, Tom was still inside Julie, but Julie was back in her own body, and Tom was in his. Tom's prick was erect and ready to play, and he began pumping into Julie. Julie's hair bounced with each thrust, and she smiled.

"It's good to be me again," she said.

"It sure is," he said, thrusting.

They looked at each other, and said at the same time, "There's something you should know..."



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The lord of the coven glided into the dungeon, pulled his cape around body so as not to reveal his manly, oiled bare chest and tight black leather crotchless pants too soon and surveyed the dimly lit chamber. He'd been pursuing DOMINEA down from the battlements in a spiral of uncounted rooms resonating with a cacophony of chatterly sound until he knew she could go no further, could not elude him. She was here. He knew it. DOMINEA was fairly blinking at him across the black expanse of his window into the magical world of witches and warlocks, trolls and goblins. Ah, there she was. He would swoop down upon her, throw open his silken cape and capture and cajole and pin her to the cold, clammy stone wall with all fourteen inches of his throbbing manhood and enter and possess her with his honey-toned words.

WRLK4U: Art thou there, love? You have found me. Come thee to me.

SWEETSPRITE

"Ah, Fuck! Not that one." Cliff pushed the mouse away in disgust and sank down into the split leather of his landlord's castaway swivel chair. This crazy bitch had been following him through the chat forums of the WitchesNWarlocks Net site for the better part of two months. He done all he could to shake her, and yet she relentlessly stalked him.

He looked at the screen, and the DOMINEA alt flipped out. "Ah, fuck a duck," he exclaimed once more. He'd had her and then lost her and all because of that crazy spritewhatever bitch.

WRLK4U: Good, we be alone now. Take me to paradise. Make me flow with your honeyed words. I open my legs to thee.

SWEETSPRITE

Cliff struck at the keyboard; each keystroke a bludgeoning blow.

Geta life, girlie. Take a hike. Get fucked. Get stuffed.

WRLK4U

Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me. Stuff me, my love. Take me to paradise.

SWEETSPRITE

Cliff snorted in exasperation. There wasn't anything he hadn't tried to shake this groupie. But then that wasn't true, he reasoned. He hadn't called her bluff. Net junkies like this usually headed for the exit as soon as life got real and raw. He swallowed hard and decided to go for it.

Can't do you right here. We'd have to meet face to face.

WRLK4U

The longest of pauses, and Cliff could almost feel his stalker gulping for air across cyber space. There, that should do it, he thought, after a long pause with no response.

Excuse me? What was that? R U serious?

SWEETSPRITE

"Shit, tougher than I thought," Cliff muttered. Well, he still thought this was his best chance to shake her.

If you want the warlock, you will have the warlock. If your profile is true, you live where you can get to the Club 83 Halloween night. Meet me there or stop playing these games and get off my back.

WRLK4U

The SWEETSPRITE moniker blinked off and Cliff's macho persona was alone in the dungeon room.

"Thought so, bitch," Cliff said. He couldn't help the sneer. Now to swing through the other rooms to see if he could find DOMINEA again. That one gave the best cyber head on the site.

He had barely entered the throne room and started to take note of all of the crossed conversations in there running from true medieval game sillies to sex talkers, when the SWEETSPRITE handle blinked on.

"Oh, fuck, still on my tail."

WRLK4U: How will I know you?

SWEETSPRITE

"Shit, shit, shit." Cliff grabbed at the keyboard and flipped out the first thing that came into his head.

Dress like an enchantress, with your boobies pointing. Then stand by the punch bowl and ask every goblin who slides up to you if he wants to cope a feel. Geez.

WRLK4U

There, that will set her back on her haunches, he thought. Serves her right, the bitch.

K. It's a date.

SWEETSPRITE

Cliff just sat there, his jaw dragging on his chest. Gawd, do you believe some of these Net groupies? he thought. Wait until his brother Craig heard about this.

Craig did, indeed, think this was the funniest thing he'd ever heard, and he knew Cliff would live off this joke among their circle of buddies for some time to come. But Craig liked to one up his older brother. And so, Craig decided to extend the mileage that could be gotten off the joke and be able to add to it and do Cliff one better in the telling.

* * *

Back, however, to SWEETSPRITE, aka Sadie Glatz, a check-out girl in Gleason's Market by evening shift and fantasy bewitching vixen in the wee hours of the morning at WitchesNWarlocks.

If Sadie hadn't melted over the last couple of weeks in watching WRLK4U corner other female personas in the chat rooms and seduce the panties off them and enticed them to do the most unspeakable sex acts in the chambers of the sites, she would not have been so bold as to pursue him herself. His honeyed words as he slowly stripped his partner's cyber clothes and inhibitions from them and masterfully stroked them with that fourteen-inch magical sword of his were what she pined for in her lonely nights alone in her studio apartment above Jack's Garage. She flowed every time she saw that avatar of him, which surely faithfully reflected his beautiful, muscled body. And she was painfully aware, having occasionally had the courage to look into a mirror she passed in forlorn hope she would appear presentable in some light, that he would not even give her a glance of welcome in the flesh.

But a half-empty bottle of Yellow Tail Shiraz on this given night had loosened her reasoning. And this had been the first time he had signaled that he noticed her at all. And he had said he wanted to meet her in person. All she wanted from him was for him to wordfuck her over cyberspace on these nights where she dragged home from a shift of sore legs and sullen customers, those ugly, sarcastic people who looked right through her at the checkout stand, those people who were no better than she was or they wouldn't be shopping in Gleason's in the first place. And now maybe he'd do that.

Maybe if he liked what he saw in the flesh. Maybe then he'd come to her on these lonely nights in the chat room and stroke her and make her flow with his attentions and possessing words of love. In the flesh. Sadie rose from the computer table and walked into the bathroom, where she had to lean to the left because of the pitch of the ceiling in her attic apartment just to look in the cracked mirror over the stained porcelain basin. But one look there and she backed away and sank onto the daybed, covered her face with her hands, and sobbed quietly. What was she going to do?

* * *

They had pulled out all of the stops for Halloween decor at Club 83, and it was so murky in the main room from eerie lighting and the periodic whooshing of the dry-ice fog machine overladen with cigarette smoke that the Vixen standing by the punch bowl had been felt by more than just goblins by midnight. She couldn't make out in the gloom what half of their costumes were meant to be before she had made her hopeful offer and they'd come close enough to see that her lovely breasts were barely contained in the tight, low-hanging bodice of her purple velvet gown.

But then, at last, there was a goblin, his head masked by a goulish rubber horror face, who quite obviously knew what the invitation to cope a feel meant and who warmed the Vixen up in quick time by covering a lot of crevices and protrusions with those big goblin hands of his at once. The thought racing through the Vixen's mind was just how many hands a goblin was supposed to have.

And he was an expert at getting to the center of the foreplay and knowing just what to do when he got there. The Vixen was more than willing and already lost to him, when the goblin suggested that they move away from the punch bowl and to somewhere more private in the deeper shadows to consummate their meeting.

They found a small room, more like a closet, with a convenient quilt-covered table in it. Here, after the goblin had pushed away his mask and pulled down the Vixen's bodice and feasted on her breasts, the goblin could turn her with her breasts squeezed into the quilt and him closely encasing her body from behind.

The Vixen hadn't seen the goblin's real face as the masked slipped away to the floor, but she was looking down into its ugly, sneering countenance, with those slits for eyes, as the goblin continued to work her breasts with one cupping palm turned up between the table top and her heaving chest, while the other hand gathered up the hem of her velvet gown and rustled around underneath. Once beyond this barrier, his hand quickly glided its way up her calf and thigh and found her jewel of a center and rubbed and pressed and prodded and entered her there with exploring fingers, preparing her for the grand entrance.

It wasn't long until probing fingers were replaced with a throbbing filling that would make any goblin proud, and the Vixen was writhing and moaning and opening to a complete, fully satisfying possession that made her lurch and flow and gasp in repeated orgasmic waves of pleasure.

At last, fully spent himself, the goblin turned the Vixen's head with a gentle touch to her cheek, and the achingly handsome man and the startlingly beautiful woman kissed tenderly.

"Thou art lovely," he whispered.

"And thou as well," she murmured back to him.

"I must confess, though," he said in a hesitant tone. "I am not the man you expected. I am his brother, Craig."

"And what If I had not been the woman who was expected either?" Sadie's pretty friend Hazel asked, her tone a mixture of challenge and playfulness

"I can find any woman presentable in shadows such as these for the purposes of sex," Craig said in a low, husky voice. "It mattered not what you looked like."

"Oh really, and that's why I don't disappoint?" Hazel countered, a flash of irritation leaping into the eyes poised very close to Craig's.

"No, no, You are beauty itself; you are so much more than I expected or that I hoped for," Craig quickly said. "If fact, my cock is begging for another session, if you don't mind, kind lady."

"Well, then, let me see if you know any more interesting positions," Hazel said with a brazen chuckle, as she turned facing him, hiked her knees on his hips, and arched her chest back, making an offering of her firm, shimmering breasts to his worshipping lips.

* * *

As soon as Cliff got over the shock of what Craig had added to his little Halloween tryst joke when he'd told it to the guys at the pool hall, he rushed as quickly as he could home and to his computer and logged into WitchesNWarlock.

"She must be here," he muttered to himself as he raced through the rooms. "She's always here at night." In each room, he registered in and posted his plaintive message.

SWEETSPRITE: Where are U? Meet me in the darkest dungeon. Must have you. Now.

WRLK4U

He posted this in every chamber forum and then raced to the darkest dungeon, the area that the chat room regulars set off, by unspoken agreement, for the wildest and hottest one-on-ones. He waited and he waited and he waited. He was so excited that he was stroking himself. If she didn't show up soon, he'd finish without her tonight. Craig's description of his encounter with her at Club 83 had been so vivid and hot that Cliff was beside himself with lust for her.

The screen blinked and there it was: SWEETSPRITE.

Oh God, you came. Come to me. Open to me now.

WRLK4U

And then the response was appearing.

YR brother's addy. Can you give me your brother's addy, please.

SWEETSPRITE

A long pause as Cliff fought with his confusion.

What? Repeat please. I want you. Now. We begin.

WRLK4U

UR brother, Craig, I think. I want his e-mail.

SWEETSPRITE

Cliff fought for his composure as his confusion cleared. He hadn't believed what Craig had said about them clicking. He's assumed Craig was making it up, that he'd just made sure she had appeared. He only half believed that Craig had gone to Club 83 at all, actually. But Craig's storytelling had been so vivid that it had turned him on to the SWEETSPRITE persona and he could have cyber sex with that persona now while imaging Craig's tale. He didn't give a flying fuck if Craig's story was true or not. It had made him horny, and in this world of make-believe that was all that mattered.

But she knew Craig's name. She knew Craig had gone to Club 83 in his stead And she wanted Craig. Oh, God! He'd blown it.

You do know Craig's addy, don't you?

SWEETSPRITE

"Oh, shit."