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Tracey

By: PAUL C



Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved. All events and characters are fictitious.

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"Can you tell me how the photocopier works, please?"

Her shadow fell across my desk. I was alone in the accounts department that lunchtime. I'd heard that the photocopier in personnel was on the blink and they would be sending somebody up to use ours but I hadn't expected Tracey. She had only been working for the company a week. Just about every single man and a few married men in the building had asked her out but, as far as anyone knew, without success.

I looked at her tits then into her lovely blue eyes then back to her tits. They were enormous. Well into the forties. The material of her pale green 'V' necked sweater was stretched taught across the nipples. You could clearly see the indentations they made.

She cleared her throat.

"The photocopier," she prompted, "can you show me how it works please." 

I scrambled to my feet dragging my eyes from her tits and fighting the urge to reach out and hold one.

"Yes, certainly, sorry, I mean, this way."

If first impressions mean anything this was not a good start. 

"This way please." I tried to lead her and guide her at the same time whilst looking down the 'V' of her sweater at the two firm looking mounds of flesh on display.

We tried to pass through the doorway at the same time and for an instant her tits were squashed against my chest. I felt them flatten against me then, looking down, watched as they sprang back into shape. 

"Well?" She said.

I looked at her face. She was smiling.

"Have you never seen a pair of boobs before?"

"Not like yours." I gasped. 

I could feel myself blushing.

"They're nothing special."

"They're wonderful. So..."

My voice trailed off. What was I doing? I was standing in my office discussing a perfect strangers tits with her. To make matters worse I could feel my prick growing.

"Big? Were you going to say." She placed the papers she was carrying into the feeder tray on the photocopier. "It's a family curse. My mother and my sisters have all got big ones."

"I wouldn't call it a curse."

"You don't have to carry them around all day."

She placed her hands on her hips and arched her back. I thought the material of her sweater was going to give up the unequal contest and tear. She relaxed, her tits slowly settling into place.

"You can close your mouth now." She said, placing two fingers under my chin and lifting it.

I closed my mouth.

"I want to do it back to back." She continued. "The photocopying, not that." 

She was looking down to where my hard on was stretching the material of my trousers.

I turned away.

"Don't be silly. I know you've got one and there's nobody else here. A girl likes to know she has this effect on a man. It'll soon go down when it realises it's getting nothing from me. Now, the photocopying." 

I showed her how the machine worked. She stood close by my side. I could feel her nipple brushing my arm. It would be a long time before my prick went down. She took over the controls and set up her copying. It would take about fifteen minutes.

"I think you had better sit down before somebody else comes in." She said walking to my desk and sitting on the edge. 

Her skirt rode up to above mid thigh. I think my prick grew an inch. I sat down with difficulty.

She smiled.

"What's your name?"

"John." I replied.

"My name's Tracey." 

"I know."

"What else do you know about me?"

"Only that most of the men in the building have asked you out." I suddenly blurted out.

"Oh." She said and pondered for a few moments.

"How many have I said yes to?" She asked.

"I don't know."

"None. They only want one thing and that is to get their hands on these."

"I can understand that."

She was very easy to talk to. My prick was slowly starting to go down.

"I thought you were different. The other girls said you were a nice quiet boy."

Shy around girls, they could have said.

"Do you have a girl friend?" She suddenly asked after looking out of the window at the busy street below for a few seconds.

"No." I admitted. 

I'd never had a proper girlfriend. I'd been out with girls but whenever I sat next to them in a bar or in the cinema I'd spoil things by trying to go too far to soon.

It was my turn to look out of the window.

She seemed to make up her mind.

"I have a late lunch today. I was going to go to the pub but I can't go in there on my own. What are you doing for your lunch?"

I thought of the sandwiches my mother had made lying wrapped in tin foil in the bottom drawer of my desk.

"Oh, I often go to the pub for lunch." I lied.

I didn't even know the way there.

"Would you like to come with me?" She asked hesitantly. 

"All right." I thought the words had become stuck in my throat. "I have to wait for Jim to come back."

"Come by personnel when you are ready." She smiled at me and squeezed my hand. 

"It sounds like my photocopying has finished." 

She stood up and leaning towards me smoothed down her skirt. I look into the 'V' of her sweater. My prick started growing again. 

"I hope you can control that when we're out." She nodded towards my prick.

She collected her photocopying and left.

I willed the minutes then the seconds to pass until Jim returned. I didn't do any of the tasks I had been given to do over lunch so I begged him to cover for me and hurried down to personnel.

The other girls in the office were coming back from their lunches.

"Hallo John. What do you want down here?" Sally asked coolly. I'd actually felt her tits in the cinema before she slapped my hand and then my face before storming out.

"Is Tracey here? We're going to lunch together."

"She's already gone, with Martin."

He was the deputy sales manager. He drove a flash car and earned a lot of money. 

A lot more than I did.

"She didn't say anything about going out with you." Sally continued. She called around the office. "Did Tracey tell anyone she was going out to lunch with John here?"

It was met with laughter.

I turned away and walked slowly up the flight of stairs to the accounts department.

Jim was doing my filing and I could hear the photocopier going in the next room. 

"I thought you were going out for lunch?" He asked as I sat at my desk and took my mother's sandwiches from the bottom drawer.

"Changed my mind." I said unwrapping them.

Potted meat and cucumber slices. I took one mouthful. It tasted like cardboard. The office started to fill up. Mary, the Managers PA, came in, looked at me and smiled. I saw her talking to some of the other staff as they came in. There was a lot of looking and sniggering behind hands and computer screens. I tried to shrink in my chair. I imagined Tracey having told them about my hard on and how she had arranged to go to the pub with her. How stupid I was. No girl is going to go anywhere with a man who gets a hard on looking at her tits. 

Tracey came into the office during the afternoon. I slipped into the photocopying room and watched her from behind the half-closed door. I saw her speaking with the Managers PA then with him. She then left. I worked on. Slowly. Wishing the afternoon would end. At last it was five to five and I could start clearing away.

Mary walked across to my desk wearing her coat prior to leaving. She carried a pile of folders.

"Can you photocopy and collate the flagged papers by first thing Monday morning?" She asked.

I looked, there must have been fifty flags.

"Have a nice weekend." She said and was gone before I could protest.

I would have to either stay on for an hour or come in sometime over the weekend. 

I choose to stay. That way I wouldn't have to endure the looks and sniggers as I left.

I opened the first folder and removed the sheets I had to copy and went into the photocopier room. I started copying the papers one at a time.

"Need a hand?" she asked entering the room and standing by my side. I looked down at the "V' of her sweater. I could feel my prick growing. "I wanted to apologise for this lunch time."

"Leave me alone," I snapped, "You've had your fun. Everybody had a good laugh."

She sniffed. I dragged my eyes from her tits and up to her face. She was crying. 

What had I done.

"Look." I said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

I pulled my handkerchief from my trouser pocket and handed it to her. She dabbed at her eyes, handed it back and smiled at me.

"I can understand you being upset. It wasn't what you think. Well, partly it was. Martin said he had something important to discuss with me that couldn't wait. I got into his car and he drove us to a pub outside of town. He didn't say anything about what was so urgent until we were back in the car when he put his arm around me and felt me."

"Where?" I asked.

"Here." She replied, holding her left tit. "He said I was gagging for it and he was just the man to give it to me. I screamed and hit him. He calmed down and drove me back here. He made me promise not to tell anyone what had happened. He kept looking at me during the afternoon. I couldn't stand it any longer so I came up here and asked if I could transfer too this department. Your Manager says you have a vacancy at present."

"You would want to work in here?"

"Yes." She replied softly.

She looked at me for a few seconds then she turned and looked into the main office.

"Everybody has gone home," she said, " there's only you and me here." She took two paces towards me. I turned towards the photocopying machine and sorted some of my papers into a neat pile.

"I feel I should," she hesitated then continued, " I mean you haven't had a very nice day and it's my fault."

"It's all right." I managed to say wishing my prick would go down but she was so close. I could feel the heat from her body, smell her perfume. 

She placed her hands on my shoulders and turned me to face her. 

"Can I do something to make it up to you." She said and stepped forward, squashing her tits against my chest, to kiss me lightly on the lips. 

She stepped back.

"I know," she said, taking one of my hands and placing it on one of her tits, "you've wanted to do this from the moment we met. Haven't you?" 

I nodded, gently massaging her tit. I could feel the nipple hardening against the palm of my hand. It felt as hard as a bullet. She breathed deeply. I placed my other hand on her other tit. She smiled and closed her eyes. 

They felt so firm, so warm as I lifted and squeezed and rubbed them. She took another deep breath, releasing it with a sigh.

"You won't tell anybody. Will you John?"

"Of course not." I promised.

"Stop a moment." She said suddenly.

I tried not to look or sound disappointed. After all, I'd held the biggest pair of tits I'd ever seen for as long as I had held all my previous tits put together.

She looked down at my prick. Straining to get out of my trousers. She looked up at my face and smiled then pulled her sweater from the waistband of her skirt and slipped it over her head.

"Help me with this." She said, turning her back to me. I pulled at the strap across her back and fumbled with the hooks and eyes that secured it. The weight released at the front almost pulled the straps from my hands. 

Leaning back against me as her bra fell to the ground she guided both my hands onto her tits and ground her as cheeks slowly back against my prick. I found my hips moving in time with hers. I squeezed and felt and lifted and weighed her tits. Letting them drop them picking them up again. A series of little moans and sighs escaping from her all the while.

"Let's lie down," she said, pulling me to the ground with her. I lay by her side. One arm behind her neck I felt her tits again. They were wonderful. There were little pimples on the brown area surrounding her nipples, nipples as thick as my little finger. Instinctively I lowered my mouth to one and sucked it between my lips. She arched her back pushing more of her tit into my mouth. I sucked and sucked and sucked. Then I swirled my tongue around the nipple then I sucked some more.

She was starting to gasp and moan. She caught hold of my wrist and pushed my hand between her legs lifting her hips from the floor as my prodded at the soft flesh between them. Pulling my fingers hard against herself she moved them quickly from side to side. I heard her gasp, then groan, as every muscle in her body seemed to tense. Then with a sigh she relaxed. I lifted my lips from her nipple and looked down on her face. She was sweating.

She breathed in deeply twice.

"Thank you." She seemed to have difficulty speaking. "That was wonderful." 

My rock hard prick was pressed against the outside of her thigh. She smiled at me then reached down and rubbed it through my trousers. I almost came then and there. I breathed deeply. Pushing me onto my back she unfastened my trousers. I lifted my ass from the floor to help her pull them down then off. Kneeling by my side with her tits dangling in front of her she pricked up my prick and pulled my foreskin back and forth. I grunted and lifted my hips. I watched as she licked her lips and lowered her mouth taking the tip of my prick inside. Her head lowered and raised, then lowered and raised again. 

"Have you anything to wear," she lifted her head and asked breathlessly. "I'm not on the pill."

"No," I said shaking my head, " I don't."

She looked into my eyes.

"I've never done this before." She said lying on her back. "Get on top. No, further up."

At first I tried to lie between her thighs then with my legs outside them but she caught hold of my prick and pulled and guided me over and above her until my knees were by her hips and my hands were on the ground above her head. I looked down and watched her lay my prick in the valley between her tits then fold them around it, holding them in place with her hands. I moved backwards and forwards, feeling her warm flesh surrounding me. I quickened. I heard her gasp and the tightness relaxed. She'd moved one of her hands. I could hear it moving inside her panties. Taking my weight on one hand I reached down and pushed her tit back against my prick. I started moving again. Panting with exertion. I could smell something. Something must, almost fishy. There was a tingling in the end of my prick. It grew. I felt her tense beneath and her hand join mine on her tit. The smell increased. My prick felt as if it was growing even larger and my balls were tightening. 

With a gasp I came. My first load landed on her nose and mouth. I lifted myself up from her as she used her hands to milk the rest from me. I watched as it landed on the nipple of one tit, then in the valley then on the other. Feeling my balls with the fingers of one hand she worked my prick with the other until I had nothing left to give.

I lay on my side and looked down on her body. Her cum covered tits. Her tits covered with my cum.

Tracey



'That's good.' She said softly as she slowly stroked my cock and I felt still more hot blood surging up into it, making it even bigger and harder than it had already been, quickly turning the tautly bulging head a dark, angry purple.

Tracey's actions were unhurried but I had already been so wound-up from taking the pictures that I soon heard myself gasping with rapidly rising excitement, and felt my cock pulsing jerkily as the pressure inside me steadily increased. And she could obviously tell just how quickly I was approaching orgasm.

'That's quick, you must have been beginning to feel desperate. Another time I'll finish it differently for you Jim, but we've got nothing with us to clean up with after, so this time just turn sideways please.' She said, giving me a push to indicate what she meant.

Then, with faster and much stronger wristy strokes she literally pumped me dry, making a sharp cry of delight as each burst of semen flew out of my spouting cock.

*

Chapter 2

George's Weakness

Having cleaned ourselves up as best we could with my handkerchief we walked hand in hand back to the barbecue area, and after I had said my goodbyes to a few people I gave her a lift back to the flat she shared with another couple of aspiring models.

'I can't ask you in right now Jim, but I'll give you my phone number so you can let me know what happens about the story. And don't forget I want to see the photo's sometime, or what you promised me about them.' She added, giving me a quick kiss before getting out of the car.

I watched her tight little arse as she went up the steps of the building, then sat there for a few minutes, still somewhat dazed by what had happened between us. Then headed home, to fire-up my computer and see just what I had actually captured in the camera.

I wasn't disappointed, they may not all have been of truly professional quality but I couldn't see anything wrong with most of them. One or two of the close-ups of Tracey's pussy showed signs of how much my hands had been trembling, but I'd taken so many of those that I could afford to discard a couple. The others were fine, in fact most were terrific and there were some that I felt sure would help with the thought I'd had earlier, about how I might get a photograph of her included in the magazine.

Having downloaded the entire batch I spent a couple of hours formatting and editing, then copied half a dozen photographs on to disk, and made prints of two others before deleting all the personal ones from the camera.

Our senior editor, George, was a man in his mid-fifties, one of the old school of journalists, gruff, hard drinking, and apparently totally dedicated to his work. Rumour had it that he had once been married, but that it hadn't lasted long, and to the best of everyone's knowledge he had never bothered about trying to find another woman.

But although it was generally unknown, I had heard rumours about his weak spot, soft-porn pictures of young women. He was reputed to have a collection running into several hundred prints, and was always on the careful look-out for more. What he did with them was no concern of mine, but if the couple I had of Tracey were as good as I thought they were, then he might be amenable to some gentle pressure.

Of course I had promised her not to let any of the graphically intimate pictures be seen by anyone else, but the two I had prints of weren't strictly in that category, at least, not quite. Anyway they would help her, and nobody but George would ever see them.

It was a day or so before I had a chance to get him on his own without the risk of somebody bursting in on us and had with me the draft coverage of the barbecue launch, complete with my suggestion as to which pictures could go with it. He scanned the text, making quick, decisive corrections as he read it, then pulled the photos from the attached envelope.

My ace up the sleeve, as it were, with George was that although he had kept himself up to date with technology so far as text was concerned, and could format it as well as anyone else, image manipulation simply didn't interest him, and he relied on his staff to do what was necessary.

So, when he queried the inclusion of the shot of some 'nobody', as he put it, and I pulled out the other two pictures of Tracey, I knew that even if he demanded the camera or disk, there was nothing he could do himself to recover those photographs.  

'I thought you might like these George, I really would like to see the young lady given a bit of space in the story.' I said as I slid them across his desk.

He glanced down, looked up at me, then looked down again. I saw his eyes widen, heard him give a barely audible gasp, then he just slid the pictures back into the envelope.

'Leave it all with me Jim, I'll see what we can do.' He said, then indicated I should push off and get some work done.

The next edition of the magazine wasn't due out until the following week and for the rest of that day I vacillated about whether or not to ring Tracey that evening. I thought I knew what her first question would be and although I felt reasonably confident about the outcome I didn't really have anything positive I could truthfully tell her.

So although I was tempted to spruik it up a bit, in the hope of spending more time with her, I resisted. Instead I sat in front of the computer, staring at the images of her, imagining the fullsome curves that were still hidden, and masturbating, pumping my cock so many times it ended up becoming almost red raw.

Images of her and the memory of what she had done to me virtually haunted me for the rest of the intervening days before publication, and although I managed to resist making a complete idiot of myself by spending all my free time at the computer there were a couple of evenings when I couldn't. So not surprisingly I was at the office long before most of the rest of the staff on the morning I knew our house copies of that edition of the magazine would have been delivered.

Most, but not all, George was already there and had dropped a copy on my desk, with a brief note attached. 'Not bad for a salesman. We're square now.' Was all it said.

I flicked through to find the page, gave George an exuberant but silent 'thank you' when I saw what he'd done, then hurried out to my car.

Our magazine had a four column format, and the usual protocol for a story like my coverage of the barbecue would be for the main picture to be spread over three, and any others to be in small boxes of one, or at a stretch, two columns. George had broken with that.

The main picture, of the general manager with the major celebrity was a vertical picture across just two columns. Balancing it, at the bottom of the page was the one featuring Tracey, spread over three. The picture looked great, and George's caption had featured her name first, and the spelling was correct too.

It was still so early that I doubted Tracey would actually be awake, but when I was half way there, and stopped at some traffic lights, I rang her anyway.

Her voice sounded sleepy, and as I heard her answer the phone I tried to picture her. Her hair still tousled, perhaps wearing just a long T-shirt, her body soft and still bed-warm.

In spite of the time, when I told her who it was her voice immediately brightened. 'Why are you calling so early? And why haven't you called before now?' She said.

'I was waiting to get a copy of the magazine, I've got it now and I'm on my way over to show you.' I said, then added. 'Have to go now, the lights are changing, be there in ten or fifteen minutes Tracey.'

She used what little time I had given her well, and by the time she opened the door she looked a million dollars, well at least to me she did.

To say she was pleased with what I had been able to do would be a dramatic under-statement, she was thrilled, verging on ecstatic, kissing and hugging me so hard I thought she'd crack a couple of ribs. But I wasn't complaining.

Once the initial excitement had calmed down a bit she got round to asking about the rest of the pictures I'd taken. 'They are safely deleted from the camera Tracey, it's as though they never existed. I've got the only copies on my own PC, at home, not at work.'

'So I'll have to come to your place to see them.' She said with a knowing grin.

''Fraid so.' I replied with a similar smile.

'When?'

'Whenever you like.'

'This evening?'

'What time shall I pick you up?'

*

Chapter 3

Where's Your Bed-room?

Having picked her up after finishing work the first thing she said once in the car was to repeat the question she'd asked me early that morning, why I hadn't rung her before. I told her I'd thought that if I did I knew what her first question would be, and that as I couldn't give her a definite answer until the story was actually in print, I'd held off.

'So you think I did everything I did just to get some publicity?'

I could tell from the tone in her voice that she was offended by that idea, and tried to work around it when I replied. But she was having none of that. 'So you think I would have reacted the same way if you had been a bald, fat, fifty year-old smelling of sweat and booze?'

'No, no of course not!'

'So a quick wank was all that you wanted?'

'No, no of course not!' I repeated.

'So why didn't you ring?'

'Because I'm stupid.' I mumbled.

She leaned across and kissed my cheek, her hand dropping to my thigh as she said. 'Yes, yes you are Jim. But let's hope you're a quick learner.'

Once back at my place I fired-up the computer and poured a couple of drinks before pulling across a chair for her to sit beside me as I opened the files. I had created two, one with the innocuous shots of her after the barbecue, plus the early ones I had taken of her on her own. She gave those no more than a cursory glance before asking about the others.

'A separate file, password protected.' I explained as I opened it for her, shifting to one side so she could scroll through the thumb-nail sized pictures herself, then showed her how to expand whichever one she wanted to get a proper look at.

She spent fifteen or twenty minutes working her way through the pictures, stopping to stare at some for much longer than others, especially those I'd taken of her pussy, in close-up. And even though the real thing was sitting right beside me, and by then I'd seen them many, many times in the intervening days, and wanked myself stupid a few times while looking at them, I found they still had a powerful effect on me.

'I suppose you've looked at these a few times by now Jim.' She said softly as she scrolled back to one of the earliest shots.

'Yes, yes I have.'

'And got yourself off?'

'Mmm!' I admitted.

'No need to be embarrassed about that, I told you, I like the idea you can get turned on by just looking at pictures of me. And did you remember what I did for you?'

'Of course.' I replied, feeling my face reddening.

'Well if you hadn't been so silly about phoning me, we could have done that several more times already, and other things too.' She added, turning to face me.

I said nothing, just stood up, lifted her, and took her in my arms. Her kiss wasn't as exuberant as the one she'd given me that morning, but the implied promise in the soft pliability of her lips, her almost lewdly snaking tongue and the way she moulded her body to mine, was far, far more exciting.

'I want to do so many things with you Tracey.' I whispered in her ear when we broke for a gulp of fresh air. 'I want to see all of you, then kiss every inch. I want to make love to you as you've never been made love to before.'

'You will Jim, you will. All that, and much more.'

Then, unlike just about every other woman I had ever been to bed with, instead of saying something like -'Just give me a minute in the bath-room.' - she took my hand and said. 'Where's your bed-room?'

I led her through to it, hardly daring to breathe in case I somehow broke the spell that had brought her to me. Conscious of how tightly her fingers were gripping mine, of the scent of her perfume, of the uncomfortably rigid length of my cock. Then, having ripped back the covers on the bed, I turned and took her in my arms again, gripping the tight cheeks of her arse as I pulled her hard up against myself.

That first time was nothing more than a furiously frenzied fuck. We both forgot, or ignored the things I had just said about wanting to look at and kiss every inch of her body, to make love to her. In no time flat we had both stripped, and before I had even had a chance to appreciate the gorgeous body she exposed, we were at each other.

It was as though my cock and her cunt were orchestrating what happened, and neither cared about either what was going on in our heads, or any other part of our bodies. My cock needed, demanded to be inside her, and her cunt was equally single-minded about being plugged.

I don't know about Tracey, but for the next few minutes I don't think it really mattered who, or even what I was fucking. All that really mattered by then was releasing the unbearable pressure inside me by off-loading the bubbling, boiling mass of accumulated semen.

And from the deep-throated cry of sheer relief she gave as she started to come as I squirted that deep into her cunt I think much the same thing had been driving her own behaviour too.

'I don't know where that came from.' She said in a stunned tone of voice after I had rolled off her and we'd lain side by side for a few minutes.

'Nor me, and that's not what I wanted Tracey.' I replied, lifting myself and kissing her gently.

'Perhaps we both needed to let off steam, before we spend time doing other things.' She said, curling her arms around me and pulling me down against her. 'At least I hope that's what it was.' She added before kissing me back.

And thankfully she was quite right, once we had both recovered a little we did many of the things I had said I wanted to, all of which she seemed to enjoy just as much as I did. And because the urgency of my need had been reduced by that frantic and all too brief fuck, I was able to appreciate the true beauty of her body without being distracted by that primitive, animal-like compulsion, well at least not for some time.

Of course the first thing on my mind was what I had until then only been able to imagine. Her breasts. And I certainly wasn't disappointed, in fact they were even more stunning than those I'd created in my wildest moments. Not much bigger than I had thought they would be, but even more perfectly shaped. Full, set high on her chest, and their up-curving roundness so firm that it was easy to see how she could confidently go bra-less.

However, her aureoles were larger than those I had imagined, a pale, rosy-pink, centred with pert little nipples that seemed to simply beg to be kissed and gently nibbled. Which I did, for a long, long time.

In fact some time later, after I had spent some time exploring and caressing other parts of her I had her sit up, so I could actually hold her breasts, one in each hand, feel their soft weight, fondle their creamy firmness. And as I began to do so I knew that, given the chance, I would be happy to spend many hours doing no more than that.

So I was thrilled by Tracey's reactions and response when she said in a low whisper. 'I love that Jim. They get very sensitive, and having them touched in that way sends lovely feelings right through me. I get all squirmy inside.'

But beautiful though her breasts were, and deep was the pleasure I got from holding and kissing them, her pussy, and its flaming fringe of tightly curling hair was exciting in a much more lascivious way.

Just looking down at it as I knelt between her splayed legs produced strangely conflicting emotions. Obviously just the sight of the still moistly pouting cleft triggered thoughts of the thrills I had just had, and could soon again expect, and started to turn me on.

But I found there were other thoughts and feelings too, at a much deeper level. There was a strange, almost surreal beauty about that particular part of her.

Perhaps it was the contrast of colours, her pale, creamy skin making the triangle of blazing red stand out even more sharply. Perhaps it was disparity between that erotically overt display, and the defenceless vulnerability of the tender folds of flesh beneath it.

But, unlike most objects of beauty, which contain the inherent suggestion they are not to be touched, her pussy had an almost magnetic attraction. I somehow knew it wanted to be stroked and kissed.

And, after savouring the many other delights Tracey and her gorgeous body had to offer me, I did all that too.

Yet even though the depth of pleasure I got from her breasts and pussy made me return to them again and again, the rest of her body also held many delights for me.

Her skin, its milky opalescence and soft smoothness, drawing both my eyes and fingers.

Her legs, slenderly shapely, and long enough to wind completely around me.

Her hands and the thrilling way they caressed and held me.

Her hair, spilling across the pillow in a tangled blaze of fire.

And of course her face, her beautiful face. Her grey-green eyes shifting brightness, colour and tone according to the feelings she was experiencing at the time. Her lips, as invitingly moistly soft as those below, and apparently wanting mine just as much as I wanted them.

Taken all together she was quite literally, perfection in every possible way. And every few minutes during the long, long time I spent kissing, caressing, and making love to her, I found myself wondering just what I had done to deserve to be so lucky to have found her.

At first, perhaps sensing that was what I wanted, she lay relatively still, allowing me to look, touch and kiss whatever part of her I wanted to, moving or turning only when my gentle pressure told her I wanted easier access to some particular part of her body. 

Then, some long time later, she indicated that she wanted to reciprocate, and as by then I was more than ready to do whatever she wanted or needed, it wasn't too long after she began caressing me that she had the fully engorged length of my cock embedded inside herself again.

But that time we were in no hurry, we each knew we both wanted the same thing, to make the delights we were experiencing continue on for as long as either of us could manage.

And, perhaps because the earlier fuck had so comprehensively drained me, or maybe because I wanted to demonstrate just how much I could please and fully satisfy her, that time I was able to hold off my own until I had given Tracey several obviously powerful orgasms.

She had her first in a repeat of our earlier, most traditional position. Then, while she was still coping with those climactic waves I pulled out and rolled her over, lifting her hips so I could continue fucking her from behind. I could tell from her grunting cries just how much she liked it that way, and continued driving my sizzlingly inflamed cock as deep as I could until her rising wail and flexing cunt told me she was going over the top again.

Then, when she realised I still hadn't come she finally insisted on taking control, turning me on to my back and impaling herself on the almost grotesquely throbbing thing my cock had by then turned in to.

'If this is an accurate example of what you can do for a girl, you've won me Jim!' She gasped as she jammed herself down.

'I don't come with any guarantees Tracey, but I'll do my best.' I somehow managed to reply with a twisted grin as I reached up for her breasts.

Then, apart from almost unintelligible cries of excited delight we said no more, each just too overwhelmed by the incredible sensations coursing through our bodies.

She rode me to my second, and I think, her fourth orgasm. That time, after being delayed for so long, mine hit me with virtually no warning, coming with a sudden, blinding rush, the strength of it arching my body and making me thrust upwards with such force I literally lifted her off the bed. The power of it was so strong I was oblivious to everything but my gushing cock, and it was only later I learned that Tracey's had kicked in when she felt the semen spurting deep inside her.




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Later, when we had both recovered, we lay quietly talking together, about ourselves, a little about our varied pasts, and a bit more about our individual plans and dreams. Later still we got up, cleansed and refreshed ourselves, then rustled up something to eat and sat talking some more long after we had finished the bottle of wine I'd opened.

Then, as neither could get enough of the other, we returned to bed and after another, equally exhausting bout of love-making, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Chapter 4

A New Chapter

Over the next few weeks I saw her whenever I could, which was not as often as I would have liked. I found that being a model, albeit a trainee was more than a full time job. Apart from her classes and the various exercises she needed to do to keep her figure in shape, there was the general maintenance of herself. As someone who just shaved and threw on some clothes, the idea of spending an hour or two a day in keeping skin, hair and other assorted parts of the body looking good, was difficult to grasp. But although it was an irritation to be restricted from seeing her by such activities I had to learn to accept that it was an inevitable part of the life she wanted.

And although the magazine coverage had helped to get her into my bed, it didn't actually help my ongoing sex-life, in fact quite the reverse.

Her agent used it to get her a couple of pretty ordinary jobs, then the way she performed at those led to something more prestigious, which in turn brought her still more work. Not all of which was locally based.

So the time we had together became more and more restricted by the other things in her life; her ongoing classes, her fitness regime, her personal maintenance programme, her increasing schedule of work, and the travel that began to involve. Even the time wasted in shuttling back and forth between her place and mine began to become important. So I finally summoned up the courage to ask her to think about moving in with me.

It took her a couple of days to decide, and no doubt talk it over with her flat-mates, both of whom seemed to like me, and as I found out much later, actually supported the idea. Then having completely reorganised the stuff in my flat so there was room for hers too, we did it, starting a whole new chapter in both of our lives.

There were some glitches of course, but we were both sensible enough to expect that there would be, and as we were in every other way happy to be together we were always able to find a compromise solution to whatever was irritating the other.

And to be honest, apart from losing much of the spare room, which I had got used to using as a second office, which suddenly turned into a walk-in wardrobe, and being barred from the bath-room for large chunks of time, there wasn't that much to complain about.

And the benefits certainly heavily out-weighed those relatively minor inconveniences.

Just having her around to look at was wonderful, and I took every opportunity her various activities gave me to enjoy doing just that. At first she found it a bit of nuisance, but when I reminded her what she had said that first day, about finding the idea of me masturbating while looking at a picture of her, exciting, she fell silent.

'I'm not going to sit there doing that all the time Tracey, but you do have to understand that guys are very visual creatures, we spend a lot of time looking, just looking. And you are absolutely gorgeous, so why wouldn't I want to look at you, whatever you're doing. And whether you like it or not I'm going to be doing it anyway, if not openly, then surreptitiously.'

'You're quite right of course Jim.' She said, slipping her arms around my waist and pulling me close. 'And of course I like having you think sexy thoughts about me. Apart from anything else, while you're doing that you can't be doing it about somebody else.' She added with a grin. 'So look as much as you like, and sometimes please act on the thoughts that you get from doing it.' She said in a much lower whisper, then kissed me.

And that of course was the other advantage of us being together, the frequency of sex increased dramatically, and much of it was made even more exciting by its sheer spontaneity.

But as well as being able to make love as and when we felt like it, there was the benefit of having time to discover things about each other's special preferences that led to a steady improvement in the quality of sex we had.

Much of that was by picking-up on the other's reactions to certain situations. For instance, Tracey had told me during that first evening together how sensitive her breasts could be, and she quickly observed just how aroused I could get from just doing that, and how strong an erection it gave me.

And although we didn't sit down and discuss it formally, we did get into the habit of exchanging some of our most private thoughts, usually in bed, after we had made love and before falling asleep.

And it was during one of those that I admitted how strongly I reacted to the sight of her triangular patch of pubic hair. 'Just the hair, not my pussy?' She asked with surprise.

'Well of course I react to seeing your pussy. But even when I can't, just seeing your bush gets me going, it always has, from that very first day.'

'I must remember that Jim.' She'd said thoughtfully.

So the cumulative knowledge we acquired in various ways gave us both the ability to arouse and please the other ever more successfully.

But as well as all that was a mutual willingness to allow each other to continue enjoying what often remains secret between many couples. That private, and deeply buried fantasy world we all have. Tracey and I not only realised that we each had such a world, and respected the bounds that each had been put around them, but when in the course of sexual activities the occasional tip would sometimes break through, we allowed the other to decide if it should be talked about openly.

What happened between us early one morning is a perfect example of what I mean.

It was a Saturday, so I wasn't working but she had a job to go to that morning, and I was still sound asleep when she woke. But as she got out of bed she disturbed me enough to bring me half awake, making me aware of her movement, and also aware of the erection the pressure in my bladder had given me. But right then neither of those was strong enough to prevent me slipping back to sleep again.

When I woke up again some time later I presumed that by then she had showered and left for work, and as the pressure in my bladder had increased I got up and went through to the bath-room.

I'd been wrong about the timing, she was still applying her make-up, and seeing how she was dressed stopped me in my tracks, and made me forget all about my original reason for my being there.

She had just panties and bra on, a new set I'd not seen before, made of some thin, silky, peach-coloured material. The panties were cut high to the waist, the vee shaped slice of fabric actually covering very little flesh and clinging tightly to what it did. But it was what I saw when I looked in the mirror that really got to me, and started giving me a different sort of erection to the one I'd had earlier.

Being taller than Tracey I was looking down over her shoulder, and as she was leaning forward to apply mascara I had a view straight down at her breasts, down the deep, creamy valley between them. I felt my cock filling and rising as I stared down at the way they stretched the wispy fabric of her bra tight, making it look more like a second layer of even silkier skin.

As I continued staring down that lush valley I reached out and touched her, my fingers slipping off her panties and over her even softer skin, then curling to fit the firm curve of her arse, and gently squeezing it. As I squeezed I closed my eyes momentarily and recalled what we'd done just a few hours before, how wonderful it had felt when she pushed those cheeks back against my stomach as I slid my cock up into her pussy.

I felt it straining higher, then starting to throb as I continued stroking and squeezing, and when I opened my eyes I saw she had bent further forward, so she could see my face through the mirror. She obviously saw the hungry look in my eyes, and gave me a sympathetic smile as she said. 'I'm sorry, but not now Jim, I have to leave for work.'

'That's not fair Tracey, not with you looking the way you do.' I replied without thinking.

'Of course it's nice to know you like how I look, you know I like that. But I'm already running a bit late.' She said as she turned to face me.

The effect of having the reality just inches away was even more powerful than the reflection had been. The bra used a minimal amount of material, leaving most of the full, creamy flesh of her gorgeous breasts exposed. The silky fabric stretched tight by their size and shape, her nipples making tempting little bulges in it. And apart from what the sight of her did to my cock, I had an almost irresistible urge to lift my hands up and touch them.

Something made Tracey look down, and she saw the way my shorts were being stretched equally tight by the size of the erection I'd got. 'Shit!' She said under her breath. 'I wish you'd woken up half an hour ago Jim, but I really do have to go in just a few minutes.' She added, still staring down at my crotch.

Like her I was still staring, but in my case also recalling the intensity of pleasure I'd had the previous evening, when I'd kissed, licked and nuzzled those breasts. Remembered the feel of their firm weight in my hands, remembered how she'd reacted when I fondled and squeezed them, nipped their spiking nipples between my finger-tips.

The sight of her, plus those momentary flashes of memory were enough to make my cock jerk even higher, and seeing the movement made Tracey realise just how strongly aroused I'd become. 'Oh you are in a bad way!' She exclaimed, then paused for a moment. 'I really do have to go Jim, but I'll do it for you this way, and I'll make it up to you tonight.' She said, reaching down and tugging at the shorts.

As she pulled them down over my hips my cock sprang upright, quivering from the pressure inside it. She looked up into my eyes for a moment and I saw from her expression that the sight of just how excited I'd got was affecting her almost as strongly.

'Shit that feels hot!' She gasped when she curled her fingers around the already throbbing shaft. 'I really do wish you'd woken when I did. But this might help to cool him down a bit.' She added with a tense but cheeky grin as she scooped a liberal amount of hand cream from an open pot.

Then, having spread it over both hands she linked her fingers, leaving a space between her crossed thumbs, and reached forward. 'Now, close your eyes and imagine you're doing it to me. No, wait, I have a better idea. Imagine you're doing it to somebody else, anyone you like.

I have no idea why it was that particular girl that immediately sprang into my mind. Like any red-blooded male there were plenty of women I had fantasised about at various times, film stars, models, a few of the girls at work, and even a couple of Tracey's modelling friends. So I was surprised to find the image of one of the check-out girls at the local supermarket floating inside my head.

Admittedly she had often caught my eye and on more than one occasion I had tried to imagine stripping away the stupid uniform the store provided, and see the actual shape of the body beneath it.

It couldn't conceal or disguise the prominent swell of her breasts and her skirt seemed to expose just a bit more shapely length of leg than the other girls' uniforms did. But it wasn't just the provocative shape that had got me going, it was her eyes, and the look I'd thought I'd seen in them on more than one occasion. They always had a cheeky twinkle and I'd noticed how they flitted around, sometimes focusing on some young guy's particularly appealing bum, other times just simply crotch-watching. But a couple of times she had caught me looking at her, and on each occasion she'd given me a positively wickedly mischievous smile.

So, as I pushed forward and started sliding my cock back and forth between Tracey's linked hands I found myself imagining I was with that girl.

The supermarket had been in virtual darkness, only a couple of lights left on for security, but for some reason she was still there, maybe she was responsible for closing up that night, maybe she was actually waiting for me. Anyway, when she'd seen me outside, watching her, she'd opened a door and let me in. Then immediately, and without saying a single word, took my hand and led me to the back of the store.

There had been no preliminaries, she had been so hot for me that she'd simply ripped her panties down, then hoisting up the skirt of her uniform she'd lifted herself on to one of the counter-tops and spread her knees wide apart. As I frantically undid myself and pushed my trousers and pants down I stared at what she'd exposed for me, noticing that she'd been in such a rush that she hadn't completely removed her panties. They had got caught on one foot and were still hanging from its ankle, they were black, made of some sort of lacy material.

But it was her body that held my complete attention, her legs were as long and finely shaped as I'd imagined they would be, the rounded thighs smooth and firm, and the sight of that length of pale flesh made my cock spring upright. Then it immediately started throbbing jerkily as my eyes followed the line of her thighs, drawn upward to where they joined, to the succulently moist, fleshy slit nestling amongst the dark curly hair.

I saw that its outer lips were puffy, glistening, and realising she was already just as aroused as I was I wasted no more time, moving forward, then hearing myself grunting at the thrills I felt as her cool fingers guided it and I plunged my red-hot cock deep inside her waiting, welcoming pussy.

The feeling was sheer bliss! I slid all the way up in one single thrust, opening her up like a hot knife slicing through butter. The friction between the sizzling hardness of my cock and the slippery, yet still clinging lining of her pussy sending excruciating thrills back up through my body.

When I felt myself jammed tight up against her, and I knew she had all of me inside herself, I paused for a moment, relishing the sensations that continued to ripple up into my brain. Then, as I felt her arms wind around me and her hands gripping my bum, urging me on, I began to fuck her.

Initially I drove in and out with long, slow thrusts, drawing all the way back until I felt the resistance of her pussy-lips in the deep groove just behind my cock-head, then driving powerfully forward again. Her cunt fitted me like a glove, clinging to the shaft each time I thrust back and forth, and the ripples I'd felt as I pushed into her grew even more powerful.

I had one regret, and that was because we hadn't had time to undo the top of her uniform I could neither touch nor even see her breasts. As I watched the twin bulge heaving up and down as she sucked in breaths of air, I tried to imagine their actual size and shape. They were obviously big, set high on her chest, and I felt sure they would be incredibly firm. Would her aureoles and nipples be big too, a dark brownish red - or would they be small, perky, a pale blushing pink? Would I ever get to find out?

The girl had shut her eyes and started mumbling as my cock plunged into her, and although her words were sometimes indistinct and sometimes broken by her intermittent gasps of pleasure, I could hear most of what she was saying.

'Oh yes, that's what I needed.' 'It's even bigger than I'd thought, harder, stronger too.' 'Lovely cock!' 'Dig deep. Yes that's it. Now, deeper still.' 'Oh shit that feels so good!'

'So good' was no way of describing the feelings I was getting, they were breath-takingly sensational, and as I powered on, maintaining that steady pace but putting more power behind each thrust, they got even more incredible, even more intense.

Even though my brain was flooded with the image of the girl in the supermarket and the feelings I was getting as I fucked her luscious pussy, in one small part of it I still knew it was Tracey's hands that were actually providing those. I even realised that the sharpening intensity of the sensations I was getting as I thrust back and forth resulted from the cream she'd put on them being absorbed into her skin, the slowly decreasing amount of lubricant increasing the friction on my cock.

But it was only a very small part that retained a hold on reality, and most of the time it was swamped by the overwhelming force of the fantasy I had conjured up.

And as my excitement increased, so apparently did hers too. I could feel her pussy flexing, clinging more tightly to my cock, then, as her gripping hands urged me on, I heard her voice again. 'Faster! Go faster now!'

Her urgency was contagious and irresistible and as I increased speed, thrusting faster and more vigorously, I felt the pressure inside myself rising higher. Then, even though I knew it was coming, I couldn't believe how quickly and how powerfully the unstoppable rush hit me. One moment I was still enjoying the incredible sensations coursing through my body, the next, I was exploding, violently, squirting gouts of semen deep inside her.

When they finally stopped, I stood there, still shuddering from the force of it, each breath making a rasping sound as I desperately gasped for air.

'Well that seemed to work pretty well, in fact I think you came even harder than you did last night.' I heard Tracey say, then adding. 'There certainly seems to be far more of this stuff.'

Reaching for a towel she started to wipe the messy splodges of semen off herself. 'So who were you thinking about?' She asked, mentioning a couple of film stars she knew I fancied, and when I shook my head adding another couple of names.

'No, nobody like that.' I answered truthfully but somewhat sheepishly.

'Who then, not one of my friends?'

'No, just a girl I've seen, a girl at the supermarket.' I blurted out.

'A girl in the supermarket! That's really classy Jim! Damn, I really do have to go now, but you can tell me more about this undiscovered sex symbol tonight, O.K.'

Now I can't imagine many girls actually suggesting their boy-friend fantasise they are fucking somebody else while having their needs taken care of, and even fewer who would then actually want to talk through that situation. But Tracey and I found we could do that, and, even more importantly, use whatever we said to each other to improve our already terrific sex-life.

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Chapter 5

Our Special Pleasures

The conversation we had the evening after my early morning fantasy about the girl in the supermarket added a new dimension to the until then half-whispered confidences we'd exchanged late at night.

At first I found it a bit difficult to talk about, unsure of just how to begin, then finding it hard to explain the why's and wherefores of what had happened. But when I did get started I found it wasn't just me that felt like that, Tracey was having similar difficulties too.

Initially I thought her reluctance was caused by some sort of peevish jealousy, which would have been perfectly understandable. As I've said, although I'm sure most of us do it sometimes, I doubt there are too many people who actually like knowing their lover is really thinking of somebody else at those times.

But in fact that wasn't what was causing her hesitation, it was the thoughts and feelings she had experienced herself that were doing it.

I started off by admitting I had been as surprised as she was at finding it was the image of that particular girl that popped into my head. 'I've noticed her around.' I said. 'What first caught my eye was the way she was staring at some guy's bum, doing it quite blatantly. Then I caught her at it another time, and I suppose from then on I sort of kept half an eye out for her. She seems to be an inveterate crotch-watcher too.' I added.




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'She's not bad looking, but nothing special you understand. It was just the way she spent so much time staring at guys that made her stand out from the other girls working there. And the cheeky smile she gave me when she saw that I'd seen what she was up to. She wasn't at all embarrassed about it.

But to be frank, if you asked me to describe her I'd have a hard time doing it.' I said, somewhat less than truthfully. 'So what made me think of her? I've no idea at all.' I said with much more honesty.

'Well I guess you only did what I told you to.' Tracey replied. 'It was my idea. And to be as honest as you've been, I've really no idea what made me say what I did. Or come to that, why I said anything at all. I could have just done what I could see you badly needed.

Those early morning urges can be extraordinarily powerful can't they Jim.' She added.

'They certainly can be, and especially so now I have you around.' I replied. 'So thank you for what you did. I'd have been uncomfortably wound-up for an hour or two without that.'

'Yes I know what you mean. I may have helped you but I gave myself that very same problem.' She said.

'You got wound-up from getting me off?'

'Of course I did.'

'I didn't realise. I'm sorry. Does that happen often?'

'Always. Doing it to you always gets me excited, just looking at you when you have an erection does it too.'

'I didn't realise that. I wonder why.'

'Well you enjoy looking at my breasts, you get excited when you fondle them, don't you?'

'Yes, of course.'

'So why wouldn't you think I'd enjoy looking at you, and get excited when I handle you?'

'You really get turned-on from doing it?'

'Of course I do, silly. What happens to your cock is a lot more dramatic than what happens to my breasts when you caress them. Of course I like feeling it growing, get excited when I see it getting hard.'

Her eyes took on a misted, far-away look as she continued. 'There's such an amazing mix of emotions going on inside me. There's both the pleasure and satisfaction I get from knowing that I'm giving you pleasure, exciting you. And also the physical excitement from seeing and feeling your reactions.

I love watching it grow, watch it getting bigger and bigger, see it changing colour as it gets harder, then see it quivering and jerking.

There's the sensual excitement of feeling it in my hands too, feel its heat, feel the blood pulsing up into it, get a whiff of the sexy scent it gives off.

And there's a sense of anticipation, wondering just what it will be like when you come. Each time is always a bit different.

All that gives me a lovely warm, squirmy feeling down between my legs, and that feeling spreads right through me and gets stronger the longer I do it. That's why I enjoy it best when I do it really slowly, when I drive you mad from making you wait.'

She paused for a moment, looking deep into my eyes, then continued. 'But mixed up with all those is a sense of, well a sense of power, knowing that while I'm doing it you're, well you're sort of under my control, it's me that decides what will happen to you. And that feeling gets stronger the closer you get to climaxing of course.

As you get more and more excited you become more and more helpless. I know I could get you to agree to almost anything right then, anything at all, so long as I don't stop, so long as I keep doing it.'

There was an even longer pause before she went on, as though she was imagining me getting closer and closer to climaxing, and I noticed that a flush had started to creep across her face. 'Then in that final phase, when you're building up to it, that's even more exciting. The way your body tenses, every muscle tightens. Then when I see your balls shrink up against the base of your cock - and they sometimes almost disappear inside you - and then your entire body arches upwards or backwards, then I know its about to happen.'

She closed her eyes, obviously picturing the sight of my cock building up to an ejaculation, holding them shut as she said in a breathlessly excited voice. 'When I see that I tighten my grip as I start pumping you.'

She paused for a moment or two then opened her eyes again and looked straight into mine before continuing. 'I can always tell from both the expression on your face and the feel of your cock when it's just about to happen. You actually look as though you're experiencing some sort of agonising pain, and just before you start to come there's a deep pulse that, no matter how big it already is, seems to makes your whole cock swell up even more.

Then there's a split-second pause before it actually goes off. And then it comes! And that's just fantastic!'

She paused again, took a deep breath, opened her eyes, then added. 'I usually try to judge from your body's reactions how you want me to finish you off. Sometimes I can tell you just need it done as quickly as possible, but other times you seem to want me to do it more slowly, want me to make each burst as powerful as I can by pumping you slowly but much more strongly.

And on top of everything else I love seeing just how much I can get out of you. Sometimes it's really thick, coming out in great dollops, other times it's much thinner, and goes flying everywhere. I like that even better.' She added with a grin.

'Why's that?' I asked.

'I suppose because it seems more uncontrolled. I realise its probably not got anything to do with what I do, but I like to think it has. That I've done it so well that your body has completely lost control of its reactions. If you know what I mean.'

'I think so.'

'I think it would make good hair conditioner.'

'What would?'

'Your stuff, you know, semen. One time I did it I didn't realise I'd got some in my hair and in the morning there was this patch all stuck together, well when I combed it out that area seemed much more glossy.'

'Maybe we should give it a proper try some time.'

'How?'

'Well you could let me come in your hair, then while it's still damp, comb it right through it.'

'Oh yes, that is a good idea! We'll definitely do that.'

Then she paused again, it was a longer pause than the others had been and when she spoke it was in a lower, but much more hesitant tone. 'You know, even when we're having sex together, when I feel you come inside me I often get a mental flash of your cock spouting.'

'I hadn't realised you thought stuff like this, or that you felt this way about doing it.' I said. 'I won't feel quite so selfish next time you do it for me, I'll be able to enjoy it even more.'

'I didn't know you'd felt you were being selfish.'

'Just a bit, especially when you do it when I'm just too tired to reciprocate.'

'Well of course it's much nicer when you do, but there are times when it doesn't matter if you don't. You know the feeling you get when you give someone a present you know they really, really like.'

'Yes.'

'Well its sometimes like that, its as though I've given you a really special present, and that's somehow enough. But that's only sometimes, most times it makes me want you all the more.' She added.

'You must tell me when you want to give me a present, so I can just lie back and enjoy it.'

'O.K., I'll do that. But you have to do something for me, in return.'

'Of course, anything.'

'Do the same thing to my breasts. Sometimes just stroke and fondle them, and of course suck on them a bit too. I love it when you do that, and sometimes you move on a bit more quickly than I'd like you to. Don't get me wrong, I love what you do next.' She added quickly. 'It's just that sometimes I'd like you to keep doing it even longer. If you understand?'

'Of course I do, and I'll be just as thrilled to do that as you say you are to touch me, my cock. Just let me know when you feel that way, maybe hold my hands there for a moment, I'll pick up on that signal.'

'Oh good. Talking about this stuff is a really good idea isn't it Jim.'

'It certainly is.' I said, getting up from the table. 'But all this talking about it has got me feeling sexy.'

'I was sort of hoping it might.' She murmured as she pushed herself up and came into my waiting arms. 

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Chapter 6

Explorations

And that was how we gave our sex-life a whole new direction, one that took us off into various by-ways of pleasure together. Although neither of us was into anything too kinky, and by many people's standards it would have been considered conservatively dull, by talking through some of the things that went on in our minds, for us our love-making became that much more adventurous, and as a result, that much more excitingly satisfying.

For instance, we found that sometimes Tracey could reach a full orgasm just from what I did to her breasts, and then that after the first one I gave her that way they seemed to have become even more sensitive. She was so surprised and delighted by the discovery that we actually spent a couple of evenings doing just that, she stroking my cock, while I did what she'd asked me to do to her breasts. Apart from the inconvenience of having to remove the unwanted stains off the sofa, we found we were each able to experience the most incredibly intense orgasms that way. And that when the mood was just right we could both do it again, and again, and again.

And although I don't think she'd actually believed me, she hadn't forgotten what I had said about getting excited from just being able to see her pubic hair, and as she told me later, set out to see if I'd really meant what I said.

She cut a triangular hole in a pair of her panties, so that although her pussy would still be covered by the crotch piece, she could fluff the hair out through it. Then waited for a wet Sunday morning, when we were just lazing around, before putting them on.

Because of their size I'd always been in the habit of spreading the week-end newspapers out on the floor, then lying there as I went through them. Although not as avid as reader as I was Tracey sometimes joined me, especially if there was an article in one of the magazines that related in some way to the fashion industry. That morning there apparently was and she sat herself down on the opposite side of the collection of papers to read it.

To be honest, because I was half way through a particular article, at first I took absolutely no notice, but then when I came to the end, I glanced up. She was sitting with one leg crossed loosely over the other, and because I was flat on my stomach I found I could see straight up under the short skirt she had on. I had one of those weird mental leaps, right back to that very first day, and an image of what I'd seen then flashed back into my head. Clearly remembering the thin strip of pale green nylon I'd seen stretched tightly over her pussy.

But then I realised I could actually see more than I had that day, although her pussy itself was still hidden, I could see the flame red patch of hair.

I lay there, mesmerised, hardly daring to breathe in case that disturbed her, made her move and deprive me of that view. Although there was no rational explanation for my reaction I found that just the sight of it, sharply outlined against the pure white of her panties quickly made me just as giddy as I'd felt that first day. And almost as quickly as the image had returned, I felt the pressure beneath me as my cock began to lengthen and fill.

I've no idea how long I lay staring at her, my eyes taking in the pale, creamy length of her beautiful thighs, of the temptingly sexy bulge her pussy made in the thin cotton. But somehow they still remained fixed on that triangular beacon. And although barely conscious of anything else around me, what did break through was the growing discomfort of my rapidly hardening cock.

So, when Tracy finally got up and stood above me, then told me to roll over, she got all the proof she needed that what I'd told her was absolutely true.

But she didn't waste the effect she'd had on me, quickly unzipping and tugging my trousers and pants down, then ripping her own panties off before kneeling immediately above my face. And then, while I licked and sucked her already moistly pouting sex she slid her lips down over my cock and bobbed and sucked until I erupted.

Having proved how strongly I could react she added that to all the other things we were learning about each other, and at various times used it to produce equally dramatic effects.

The increased sensitivity of her breasts sometimes became a bit of an embarrassment for her when she found she remained a bit 'hot and bothered', as she put it, if I'd been sneakily stroking them while we were getting ready to go out together. But after the first time I did that she usually made sure she took her revenge by doing the same thing to me, and a full-blown erection was harder to disguise than a pair of achingly stiffened nipples.

Then later, when talking about what we had done to each other, that led us on to talking about doing even more, 'out there', even maybe actually doing 'it', fucking in a public place.

At first those ideas were just fantasies that we amused each other with, giggling and laughing as each other's ideas became more and more outrageous. But then I found myself thinking about it more seriously, thinking of various places and times we could try it, and found myself actually getting physically excited by some of the ideas.

And apparently Tracey did too, but decided to try something a bit less than a full-on sexual encounter as a trial run, so to speak.

In the same block as the building we lived in there was a small, friendly cafe, that we'd got into the habit of using quite frequently for snacks and the occasional lunch-time meal. Again it was a Sunday morning, and I wondered afterwards if it was a day Tracey was for some reason reserving for her experimentations with me.

It was a warm, sunny day and we had been out for a walk in a nearby park, then on the way home she suggested that rather than mess about with making ourselves something to eat, we have lunch at the cafe. Which, after popping into a toilet to relieve herself, we did. As she liked to 'watch the passing parade', as she put it, she usually sat facing the window, so had her back to most of anyone else in there at the time, and that's how we were sitting that morning too.

Because it was so warm she wearing just a plain cotton top and a skirt I always enjoyed her wearing, because it verged on being obscenely short and showed off virtually all of her glorious legs. I liked seeing the reactions from guys that we passed, watching their eyes immediately drop down, then imagining their thoughts, and their envy of my good fortune in being the one who was with her.

We had just about finished eating when Tracey reached back over her chair and down for something in the shoulder bag she had hung on the back of it. As she stretched over and down her bottom slid forward on the seat, and as I happened to glance down through the glass-topped table, I could see how that had tugged her skirt even higher, and then, that underneath it she wasn't wearing any panties.

As I had the other Sunday morning, I found myself staring down at her, at the flaming triangle of pubic hair, and that time, below it, the start of the fleshy cleft of her pussy.

As Tracey continued fiddling for whatever she was trying to get from her bag I continued staring at her, unable to tear my eyes from the instantly exciting view she was giving me. As well as the powerful reaction I felt from down between my legs, I even felt a tingling thrill running up from my finger-tips as I imagined running them through that blazingly erotic hair.

Then even after she pulled out the thing she'd been after she kept the rest of her body quite still, allowing me that much more time to enjoy the intimately private show she was providing.

Later, much later, after we'd literally raced upstairs and then fucked ourselves to a stand-still, she asked how I'd enjoyed what she'd done.

'It was unbelievably exciting Tracey.' I said, still holding her still sweating body tightly. 'As you've just seen.' I added with a grin. 'But I know you had panties on when we left, I watched you getting dressed.'

'I slipped them off in the toilet.' She explained. 'I got the idea while we were walking, that's why I suggested we have lunch in the cafe. I remembered the glass-topped tables, then wondered if I could work the rest of it somehow.' She added.

'Smart girl!'

'It was a good idea wasn't it?'

'You can say that again, but if you do it another time make sure it's just as close to home, or I'll come in my pants.' I replied.

And that led us to talk again about doing even more somewhere public, and that time we came up with several not quite so ridiculous ideas as to where, when and how.

But the first time we actually tried it turned out to be a bit of a disaster. I hadn't told Tracey what I planned to do and her initial reluctance, plus the sudden sound of a semi-drunk group of guys spoiled the moment. But once she'd calmed down and then realised what I'd had in mind we both began to look for places and times when we could try it again.

The second was more successful, although because we were both so nervous we had planned most of the risk out of the actual event, in the women's toilet at a large cinema. 

First we bought tickets to a film that wasn't proving to be very popular, so there would hopefully be fewer people there. Then we planned to wait until it had been running for about half an hour before making our move, reducing further the likelihood of anyone else being in the toilets. And, so we had nobody to disturb as we moved, we had chosen seats nearest the aisle and close to the exit.

Then we spent the time between the start of the film and when we made our move with our hands on each other's bodies, making sure we were suitably fired-up to perform.

So although the fuck itself was exciting enough for us to laughingly give ourselves a 'mission accomplished' award when we left, we both knew the edge had been dulled by the real lack of risk of being caught doing it.

But the third time was truly amazing, because it had all the elements necessary to make it so. It was unexpected and unplanned, so totally spontaneous, and had a reasonably high level of risk to it.

I had been working on some ideas for an advertising campaign for a client who had a large budget but only used our magazine from time to time. He was one of those know-it-all, pain-in-the-arse's, difficult to sell to, and from some of the comments I'd heard about him from his staff, gave the impression he considered himself one of God's gift to women.

I'd got all the back-up details sorted out and had one of our graphics guys dummy-up a few pieces of art-work to demonstrate the concepts involved. The pictures would require a few models, one of which was to be a pretty young girl, and it was when I doing a final check of the stuff I would need for my up-coming meeting with the client that I got the idea of using Tracey.

And that gave me the even better idea, of taking her along with me to the meeting.

I talked the thing through with her and as we both stood to gain if my idea worked, she agreed to come with me, acting the part of a model who was just being brought along to flesh-out the campaign ideas, so to speak.

Tracey stayed in the outer office while I ran through the broad outline of what I had in mind with the client, then, when he'd agreed to at least look at the visuals I'd had prepared, I brought her in.

She was wearing something similar to what the artist had dreamed-up for the girl in the graphics, but I'd asked her to leave her bra off, so the client would have two things other than what I was saying to concentrate on.

To cut a short story even shorter, he bought the deal, and I'm sure the clincher was the shy smile she gave him when I said that Tracey was the model we planned to use, and that I hoped he would be able to make time to supervise the photographic shoots personally.




Tracey



The rest of the meeting was a virtual waste of time, even while he was signing-off on the draft proposal I'd prepared his eyes were all over her, and I'm sure his mind was already conjuring up what he'd do the next time he met her.

Once I'd packed up the stuff I'd taken with me we said our formal good-byes and as I had been to the building several times before, I said we could find our own way out, and we left.

It was only as we shut the outer office door behind us that the idea came to me. The first time I had been to see him I had taken a couple of wrong turns down the corridor we were standing in, and found myself in a much shorter one, that just led to a set of emergency fire-doors.

At that moment there was nobody else around and, saying nothing to Tracey, I just took her hand and led her that way.

When we turned into the blind corridor she stopped and was about to turn back, but I pulled her after me. 'You were fantastic!' I said in a low whisper. 'And that little come-on you gave him at the end was a stroke of genius. If it had been me you were looking at I'd have got an instant erection.' I added as I pulled her close and kissed her.

And as we kissed, while one hand slid down her back and gripped her bottom, I pushed the other up under the thin cotton top she was wearing and cupped her warm, naked breast.

Maybe the adrenaline rush I'd got from completing a difficult sale successfully gave me a head start, or to be more accurate, a cock-start, but even as the idea had come to me as we left the office, I'd felt it starting to react. Feeling her lips against mine, and her arse and breast in my hands was like throwing a bucket of petrol on a small, merely smouldering fire.

But, maybe because of the somewhat rougher than usual way I was fondling her breast, Tracey caught up with me in no time flat. Even as my cock lengthened and stiffened I felt her thigh pushing forward, then rubbing back and forth against it, and one hand wriggling itself between us to find my zip.

As she did that, without letting go of her breast I dropped the other hand down and began scrabbling her skirt up, trying to reach the waist-band of her panties.

'Don't worry about trying to do that!' She whispered, then added. 'Leave those to me, you undo your pants.'

And while I was busy doing so she moved back against the wall, then, taking a single, anxious look down the corridor, simply hiked her skirt up to her waist and tugged her panties to one side.

I looked down for a moment, and although from that angle and with her panties scrunched up, I couldn't see that much, just the partial sight of those flaming curls of pubic hair added still more fuel to the rising blaze inside me.

The sudden rush of blood to my already virtually fully engorged cock made getting it out just that much more difficult, but after a bit of struggle with my under-pants I did, and heard Tracey's gasp when she saw the size of it.

'That's got to be your quickest erection yet.' She said throatily. 'Don't waste any more time on me, just seeing it like that's making me sopping wet Jim.' She added as she shifted her legs further apart and reached down for it.

I had to bend my knees to get it up into her, but once there I straightened them a bit, guessing that at that angle the shaft would be rubbing directly against her clitoris each time I thrust in and out of her. And if the strength of her reactions were anything to go by I was right about that. From the very first movement she began to squirm herself down against it, and from then on each thrust forward forced a grunting gasp of excited delight from her.

And the strength of the sensations coursing back through it each time I plunged deep into the slick tightness of her pussy were unbelievable, totally blanking out any concerns about us being caught, or even any consideration that I might be bruising her as I forced her back against the unyielding wall. By then I was being driven by pure, unadulterated lust, and nothing mattered but relieving the tension that had risen with such unbelievable speed inside me.

And that seemed to suit Tracey's mood too. I felt her clawing fingers digging hard into my arse, and she urged me on, gasping. 'Do it hard Jim! Fast and hard!'

Yet even though it was what we both needed right then, and under the circumstances it was in some ways just as well that it was, part of me still wished that our bodies had given us a chance to enjoy those excited thrills for just a bit longer. But they didn't, after no more than a couple of minutes of truly mindlessly violent thrusting I felt that all too familiar rising surge building inside me, and then my balls tightening.

As the upsurge rose higher I tried to thrust even deeper, forcing even louder grunts of excitement from Tracey. And then, as my cock flashed faster and faster, each powerful thrust driving her even harder back against the wall, I felt her hands gripping my bum even tighter.

'Yes! Oh yes, yes! I'm coming! Come too Jim, come now!' She cried in a choking, barely subdued voice.

I felt her body tensing, then her pussy tightening, gripping my cock almost as tightly as her hands were my arse, and then I heard myself call her name out as the first of a series of explosive gouts of semen ripped up through me and jetted deep into her.

And it seemed that the furious pounding I was giving her was exactly what she needed at that moment too, her muffled cries turning to whimpers of happy relief as my cock continued pistoning back and forth, each time spouting yet another load of hot, sticky semen.

We hung on to each other for a few minutes while we recovered from the sheer speed and intensity of what we'd experienced. 'That's the first time I've done it that way, I mean standing up.' I whispered as I fumbled in my pocket for a handkerchief.

'Me too. And wasn't it exciting!' She gasped.

'You can say that again. But too quick, much too quick. But having got away with it so far, let's get out of here.' I said, handing her my hankie as I pushed my still dripping and swollen cock back inside my pants.

We were still giggling about what we had done when we got back to the car, and then, as the meeting had been so successful Tracey suggested we head home again. 'We could celebrate by seeing if we can improve our technique in that position.' She said with a mischievous grin.

Which we did, very satisfactorily.

Having got away with successfully doing it in a public place, and given the strength of the feelings it had aroused in both of us, we were of course even more keen to try it again. And the next time we did so was instigated by Tracey.

We were out shopping together in a large department store on a Saturday morning just a week or so after the 'emergency fuck', as we called it in memory of where we'd been at the time. Having bought the things we needed Tracey asked me to give her just another half hour or so, while she had a look for something in the fashion department. Knowing what most women are like when shopping for clothes I initially balked at the idea of going with her, but when she said she would like my opinion I reluctantly agreed.

What I hadn't realised was that included in the things she was looking for was underwear. Wandering through rows of delicate scraps of intimate garments with her was bad enough, when she insisted on holding various skimpy bits of lacy nylon up against herself and asking my opinion as to how she would look in them, I had a very predictable reaction.

But of course she had known that and then made sure the swelling in the front of my trousers got more pronounced by slyly dropping her hand down to it as we continued making our way through the displays. And with all that going on I just didn't notice that we were gradually making our way towards the back of the department. So I was taken completely by surprise when she suddenly took my hand, and after taking a quick glance around us, pulled me after her into one of the cubicles set aside for trying on clothes.

I only realised she had planned the whole thing when she slid her skirt up to reveal she had no panties on. 'Like the other time, I took them off when I went to the toilet.' She whispered. 'It'll make it so much easier for us.' She added with a low giggle as she helped me unfasten my trousers.

'I bet there's a lot of girls out there who would like to be holding something like this.' She said when she'd fully extricated my cock. 'No matter what they say in public, all other things being equal, big is definitely better, much better. And you are definitely big, much bigger!' She added throatily as she guided the head up between her already slick pussy-lips.

'And you have the most adorable, and definitely most lubricious pussy.' I replied as I pushed up into her.

The times we had done it standing up, at home, had improved both our confidence and our technique, so we were able to do it for longer than our 'emergency fuck' had been. But knowing that only a thin length of curtain separated us from the people wandering around on the other side of it added an edge that there hadn't been during those 'practice' sessions, and the combination of improved method and heightened risk made that time ten times more enjoyable than any of those others had been.

Tracey had even thought to bring a small bunch of tissues with her, so when we were finally finished it was easier to clean up than it had been with just a shared handkerchief.

'What was that word you used about me in there?' She said as we hurriedly left the cubicle.

'Lubricious?' I said after thinking back to the moment.

'Mmm, what does it mean?'

'Oh, slick, slippery. Slimy!' I added with a grin.

'I'll take just the slick and slippery, thank you.' She answered with a dig in the ribs with her elbow. 'Slimy, indeed.'

'I said adorable, too. And I meant that. I really do adore your pussy, you know that.' I said in a much lower voice.

'I know you do, and I feel the same way about your cock Jim. And what I said was true too, big is better, and you are certainly big. In fact if it were too much bigger, no matter how lu, lubricious my pussy might be, we'd have problems.'

Of course every time one or other of us did something to excite the other while somewhere public, we couldn't always actually fuck, but many's the time we did manage to get at least one of us off. Knowing that she enjoyed and got excited by handling my cock and watching me come freed me of any guilt I might have felt at just selfishly taking pleasure from her doing that for me. And Tracey soon found out that I liked doing it for her almost as much, even when the circumstances made it simply impossible for her to reciprocate.

So there were many times when at least one of us had a climax in some unusual place, and so with Tracey taking whatever opportunities she had to flash her always lasciviously exciting pubic hair for me, and our growing confidence in either actually fucking, or one or other of us manually satisfying the other, our sex-lives were anything but dull.

*

Chapter 7

Conflicting Careers

Unfortunately the story of Tracey and I was no fairy-story. We had only a couple of years together. Two years of wonderful times, plenty of laughs, and fantastic sex, but, as the truism goes, 'all good things must come to an end'. And we did, much to my regret.

It was our success in our individual careers that did it. As Tracey's work-load gradually increased we coped by grabbing whatever opportunities we could together, and we had some truly amazing experiences during those times. But then I was also doing well, being given bigger clients, having to put in more hours, and on proving successful with them too, being moved quickly up the corporate ladder.

At first we saw all that as providing us with extra money to do things, smartening up the flat, going to shows, the occasional week-end away together. And what we got up to during some of those is well worth remembering.

There was one in particular I know I'll never forget, on one of the tourist resort islands off the North coast.

Tracey had been there briefly on a modelling job, staying just one night but getting such a good impression of the place and its facilities that when the chance of a long week-end together there came up, we just grabbed it.

We flew up early on the Saturday morning and as neither of us had to be back at work until the following Tuesday, we looked forward to two and a half days, and just as importantly, two nights together. Our schedules had been so hectic for the previous couple of weeks that we were both looking forward to having that much unbroken time to ourselves. And of not only just taking a rest from the every-day pressures, but filling as much of it as we were capable of with the sex we both felt we'd been missing out on.

And we certainly did that - setting the pace for the rest of the week-end by christening the bed even before we'd completely finished unpacking.

The girl at reception had told us that lunch was a pool-side, seafood barbecue and having freshened up after our vigorous love-making Tracey asked me to help her decide whether to wear a one piece swim suit or a bikini. She used the bath-room to change and gave me a brief modelling display of what she'd brought with her, and it was probably just as well that right then my sex drive was running on low.

The bikinis left so much of her exposed that I decided their purpose was to advertise, rather than conceal, what little they covered. But then I was surprised to find that the one pieces, perhaps by leaving that much more to the imagination somehow seemed to be even sexier, and were certainly more effective at enhancing the curves they outlined.

We decided that it really made little difference which she wore, but that until we found out a bit more about our fellow guests a one piece was probably more suitable. When we went across to the pool we discovered we really needn't have worried, there was already so much flesh on display that a bit more would hardly be noticed.

Not that Tracey went unnoticed, far from it, I saw heads turn, and several pairs of ogling eyes following her as we headed for a vacant table, and felt the familiar sense of happy pride I always got whenever I was out with her.

I took a few laps of the pool before we had what proved to be a deliciously memorable lunch, then to familiarise ourselves with the resort we strolled around the gardens separating the various facilities.

As we walked we felt ourselves winding down, and that, plus the heat and the effects of the unusually rich lunch we'd just had, plus the thought of a the uninterrupted hours we had before us, soon had us heading back to our room. And although neither of us actually said anything, our thoughts were obviously in complete harmony because we spent most of the rest of the afternoon slowly and lovingly kissing, caressing and in an amazing variety of ways thoroughly satisfying each other's unspoken needs.

Dinner that night was even better than the lunch had been and as there was plenty of drinking and dancing to go with it, and the crowd was in full holiday mode, we had a really great time.

Anticipating the kind of evening it would be Tracey had spent more than an hour getting ready, and even though at the time I'd been a bit irritated by her hogging the bath-room the result was more than enough compensation.

Although she normally wore her hair tied back in various ways that night its full splendour was out on display, and in the semi-transparent wisp of a dress she put on, and the skimpy, flesh-coloured bra and panties beneath it, so was much of the rest of her too. When she finally came out and I saw how she looked I just stood there, quite speechless, unable to stop myself staring. It seemed crazy, until an hour or so earlier I'd spent several hours with her totally naked, but at that moment she could well have been some fantastic woman I'd never even seen before. I felt the urge to make love to her rising strongly, and could barely restrain the need to explore what little the dress was concealing.

She read the expression on my face and smiled. 'I think you like what you see Jim.' She said softly, turning slowly around so I could see her from all sides.

'You can say that again!' I said with a catch in my voice. 'And so will every other man in the place.'

She detected the note of implied jealousy in my voice and said. 'Oh come on, there was a lot more than this on display around the pool.'

Which was quite right of course, but it was still somehow different. But she quickly shut-down any further objections I might have had, and at the same time gave my ego a boost when she added. 'Anyway, even if what you say is right, we both know which bed I'll be in later and so just think how envious those guys will be of you.'

So, determined to enjoy ourselves we headed off for dinner, and as it turned out we both did.

The ogling she'd got when she appeared beside the pool was nothing compared with what she got during that evening, but when I saw other men looking lustfully at her I just reminded myself of what she'd said and felt sorry for each one of them.

But even so, watching her, and being so close to her meant I spent much of the time with at least a partial erection, and Tracey knew it, and took what I thought was a totally unfair advantage of it. Whenever she got the opportunity she used either her hand, or if we were dancing, her thigh, to check and further inflame it. And at one point got me so worked up she realised she taken things just a bit too far.

'Come outside Jim.' She said as we came off the floor at the end of a set and as at that moment I was too befuddled by the urgency of the ache in my groin to think clearly, I just followed. Then a few minutes later she gave some tropical plants a spray of my semen when she jerked me off.

But even though I tried not to show it, by the end of the evening even that quick, and unexpected relief of pressure made little difference to the way I was feeling. The sight of the tempting amount of her body I could see through the swirling, wispy fabric, plus the touch and smell of her for so long, had driven it way up past its usual containment point. So when she whispered that she'd had enough and suggested we leave, I was only too eager to agree.

Having said good-night to the people we'd shared much of the evening with we walked out into the still warm, balmy night. 'This is too good to waste Jim.' She said as she gripped my hand tightly, then added. 'Let's find somewhere where we can make love in the moon-light.'

During our earlier walk around the gardens I had noticed that sun-bathing chairs were scattered here and there and I guided her through to a couple that I thought were sufficiently secluded. Although surrounded by palm tress and bushes the sky was open above us, and as the moon was still reasonably high the spot was bathed in its light.

'Perfect!' She whispered when she saw where I had taken her to, then moving out on to the open space and twirling herself around with up-stretched arms, she repeated with barely suppressed delight. 'Just absolutely perfect!'

Her fiery hair lost some of its brilliant colour in the soft light of the moon, but as though in some sort of compensation for that, it gave her skin a soft, silvery glow. And as she twirled again and again it was as though the wispy fabric had simply melted away, giving the impression her perfectly formed body was virtually naked, and adding another dimension to its always strongly erotic sensuality.

As I watched her I felt my heart starting to beat faster and stronger, and began getting out of my clothes, freeing my quickly rising cock. Then I stepped out of the shadows and moved towards her, the movement catching her eye and bringing her to a stop. She obviously couldn't miss seeing the state of my arousal and said. 'You look even more potent than usual in this light Jim. Very, very impressive.'




Tracey



Did you ever have a person in your life that you secretly wanted so bad? Someone that you knew was out of your league for a number of reasons, including you being 10 years older? Well like most of you, I have one of these people in my world. 

Her name is Tracey, and she's my friend's sister. I first met her when she was probably 14 years old in about 1980, which puts me at about 24. I could tell even then at her tender young age that she was going to be a hottie. I remember her dressing very sexily for a teen, wearing lacy black gloves and lot of makeup that was common for that ancient time. I didn't see her very often in the 80's, maybe once or twice a year, always at my friend's house, and I always had problems not staring at her. By the mid 80's she was legal, and her attire became even more erotic. I'd see her at the holidays and she'd be wearing black garters and stockings under her tight black "holiday" dresses, and I would just die!! I would do anything I could to get a peak at those garters, and by this time I thought to myself that she had to see me staring at her. 

As the years went by Tracey became an exotic dancer, which just fueled my lust even more. She developed into a beautiful woman, blond, big breasted, great smile, pretty eyes, and a great ass. I was still so intimidated by her that I would never ask where she danced, nor did I ever really acknowledge that I knew she was dancing. But one night, my friend (her brother), had seen her dancing when he went to a bachelor party with some guys he worked with. So the cat was out of the proverbial bag. By this time I was married at least 10 years to a woman that used to baby sit her as a child. And really, in my eyes I was a geek accountant that used to practically stammer when I talked to her, and still always trying to sneak a peak at anything that I could remember and masturbate to later on.

So, my secret admiring continued. Being the geek that I am, I was into photography, and Tracey wanted some good pictures to use to try and get into Playboy or god knows what. All I knew was I was going to be able to stare at her for a few hours through my close up lens. This was somewhere around 1991 and at that time one was shooting 35mm and sending them to the drug store for processing, so we're not talking about pictures more revealing than a bikini. That day was heaven! We went to the ocean in the dead of winter and shot a few rolls as the sun was setting. She was a trooper in the cold crisp air in her thong bikini, her nipples poking thru the material on that cold sandy beach. She changed in the car but I offered to turn my back so I have to honestly say I didn't see anything more than a sexy thong bikini allows. The hottest photos were of her in her bikini bottom and an open denim jacket on top with nothing underneath. It afforded such a sexy look at a portion of her breast, its fullness and perkiness it must have had under that denim. We made other stops that day shooting pictures at a nearby hotel, first of her in the hotel pool and then of her in a sexy black dress, gloves and again the stockings and garters. I had secretly hoped that maybe she would forget her worn panties in the car that day. Oh, if I could only smell her most intimate scents that I'm sure were left behind in the flimsy cotton thong panty. Its not that I needed them to masturbate with though, spending that day with her took care of that. If she only knew how many times over the next decade that I masturbated to the pictures and memories of that day, 

As time went on I began to see more of her, maybe 5 or 6 times a year and while I was still intimidated we began to develop a friendship. 10 years is a lot when you're 14 and 24 but by now she was in her mid 20's and me in my mid 30's . One day she finally asked me to come see her at work while she was dancing. I tried like hell to act cool about it, but the truth was I thought I was going to have a heart attack. So I got my chance to get a peek at her luscious breasts, albeit in a dark tittie bar. I only went that one time but it surely was memorable for me. I used that memory like the last one, masturbating many times to her image that was burned into my brain. 

Now I'm almost 50, overweight and certainly less attractive than I might have been, and she's near 40, still slim, sexy beautiful and married . We still only see each other a few times a year, but with the Internet we occasionally chat. I've found it less intimidating typing things at her than actually saying them to her. That made it easier for me to get our chats a little sexual and I finally admitted to her that I was stroking myself as we chatted. I did my best to turn on the charm and maybe get her somewhat worked up and I think that maybe I did that. She admitted to touching herself, though I don't know if she really got to the same completion of the act as I. Of course a part of me always thought she was sitting there saying things to me just to be nice. One late night on-line, I sent her a picture of my hard on, using the rational that I had seen her topless so I wanted her to see me. I imagined that maybe she was there touching herself looking at my blood engorged meat, and god did I come hard with her there online with me.

I am lucky to work out of my home now, and I have a wonderful secluded pool . My wife works full time out of the house, which leaves me here alone all day. A heat wave was here and it was in near 100 degrees as I popped on line to check my mail before heading out for a swim. Tracey was also on-line and said hi complaining about the heat and lack of air conditioning. I told her to feel free to come on by for a dip as I was heading for a skinny dip myself. I truly never wore anything in my yard when I was home alone. I loved the feeling of being totally free. I love to masturbate in the hot sun, sweat rolling down my body as my hand flies up and down my hard fat cock. I would bring my lube and sit in the chair mind fucking myself until I shot my thick load in the grass. And there I was doing exactly that, when I heard a car in the driveway. I jumped up and covered up as fast as I could, as I had no idea who it was. My hard cock deflated slowly as I put on a suit and went to see who it was.

Well, to my surprise it was Tracey, who had a few hours to kill before picking up her daughter at dance class. Never in my wildest dream did I ever think id be sitting alone at my pool with her. She carried a small gym bag and asked if I was serious about offering her a dip. Of course I was, I told her as I was just hanging out getting ready for a dip myself. We went to the yard and headed for the pool house. I pointed at the changing room and told her she could change and leave her stuff in there, and that I would make her a Bacardi & 7. All kinds of masturbatory fantasies started running through my head. With one of the main ones being that her freshly worn panties would soon be sitting in that changing room just waiting for me to pick up and inhale. Call me a pervert if you like, but if you lusted after this sexy woman for a quarter of a century and the closest you were ever going to get to her was the scent and (hopefully) wetness and warmth of her panties, you would be thinking the same thing as me. It took all of about 3 minutes for me to use the excuse of needing some more towels and I headed straight to the changing room. 

I don't know if it was an act of god or the devil, but right there on the bench were her panties. I didn't hesitate to pick them up, feeling the satiny material in my fingers. I looked at the crotch of the slinky black thong panty, and spied a small creamy white wet spot. As I suspected, a sexy woman like her should have some womanly goo in her panty gusset. Quickly, I held them up to my nose. I was actually smelling her most intimate of scents, and how incredible it was. After all these years and hundreds of cum loads dumped in her honor I was finally getting a little piece of her sexuality. Truthfully it probably smelled no different than any other woman I had been with in my life, but to me at this moment it was the most amazing thing in the world. I knew I couldn't masturbate with them, I had to get out of this changing room fast, and if I stayed much longer id have a boner from hell. So I rubbed her little cum spot on my upper lip, put the panties down where I found them, and went back outside to the pool. Amazingly, I was able to smell her on my upper lip as I sat down next to her. Here I am now making small talk with her as she's lying on her stomach in a 2 piece suit. It wasn't a thong, but none the less there was a lot of skin visible. While sitting there I'm listening to her, looking at her and thinking to myself "I know what your pussy smells like", I was probably barely making coherent conversation. 

I wanted to masturbate so badly knowing that I could just breathe thru my nose and constantly smell the scent of her pussy. I got up and went to the pool house that's set up as an outside bar with stools and a counter. Back there my lower half was hidden and as I looked busy, I was actually squeezing and stroking myself to a semi hard on. I made another drink for the both of us and after readjusting my cock again I went back to lounging next to this temptress, though she had no idea just how much I was lusting for her at that moment.

After our 2nd drink she asked me if she was keeping me from anything, I jokingly replied that the only difference with her here or not is the amount of clothing I was wearing. I reminded her that I said I was going for a skinny dip earlier on-line. I went on to say that none of my neighbors can see this area of the yard and that I was usually naked when home alone. I suggested we both take off our suits, thinking to myself that I'm pretty sure she has very few opportunities to let some sun shine on her beautiful ass, so who knows maybe she'll go for it.

It was now or never and I knew it. I stood up dropped my suit to my feet, stepped out of them and sat back down in my chair, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. She didn't move, still lying on her stomach, though I did see her glance at my semi hardon before I planted myself in my lounge chair. The sun was blazing and the sweat was beginning to pour off me. I stood up and mentioned that I needed some lotion, especially on the areas where the sun doesn't usually shine. Tracey chuckled and said that she needed some too and began to stir from her lounger as I moved to the pool house. I grabbed the lotion and turned around to see Tracey's back to me, she was already topless and now she was slipping her bottom off her beautiful ass. 

I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a hot, beautiful, naked woman standing there in the blazing sun. I stammered something but I have no idea what I said. I was happy she wasn't facing me so I could just stare and soak in her sexiness. As I got closer Tracey got back down on her lounger face down as she was before. She caught me staring at her ass this time and asked me if I was enjoying the view. Of course I was though I had seen her in a thong before. The fact that she was totally naked was much more exciting than the view I had. I told her that Stevie Wonder would be enjoying this view as I began to lotion up myself. At this point I was no longer shy about being naked, this was a win–win situation for me now. It was a great trade, my nakedness for hers, as she is much more attractive than me and that was obvious. 

She lazily watched me rub down my legs and then my upper body. Then I squirted one more glob of lotion in my hand and casually stroked my penis and balls, making sure they were protected. I took my time on my cock, and it was almost fully erect before I stopped stroking it. I know she was looking at me, and being on display for her was such a turn on. Too bad the lotion had at least temporarily overwhelmed the scent of her on my upper lip.

I went to hand her some lotion and she looked at me and said "Why don't you just do my back for now". I tried not to jump out of my chair, but I knew that if she was looking at my cock she would have seen it twitch when she said that. My heart was racing, beating so loud I could swear that she could hear it. I tried to act casual as I slid off my lounger, swung my legs between the 2 chairs, and said "sure!, I'd be happy to" which she of course knew.

I leaned over to her, squirted some lotion on her calf and began rubbing it in. She moaned softly as I began more of a massage than just a simple lotion application. I continued to rub her calf, going down to massage her feet. I noticed for the first time that she had a beautiful manicure as I slathered lotion and rubbed between each toe. I bent her at the knee and rubbed the front of her shin, and as I did this her thighs parted a little. I could see her beginning to really relax and my mind raced. I had no idea where or how far this was going to go, but I did know that I was sporting the hardest cock I ever had.

I moved off my lounger to get better access to her other leg, but also because I didn't want her to see my boner sticking straight out of my body. I threw a cushion on the bricks at the foot of her chair and got on my knees as I began to work on the 2nd calf. All those years of dancing really kept her legs tight. I really began massaging her in earnest and my movements on her leg were affording me a view of her moving ass crack. It was so hot now that we were both sweating as I watched a bead of sweat run down the crack of her ass. Damn I wanted to lick that salty drop off of her. 

I moved up her legs to her lower thighs but I couldn't reach up any farther. I got up off the floor and kneeled down on the end of the lounger, each knee on the outsides of the chair with her calves pinned down by me as I sat softly on her. From this position I was able to reach her thighs and her ass, and I wasted no time getting to them. I shot some lotion right on her ass cheeks and she twitched a little from the cool feeling of the stuff against her hot body. I began kneading her ass, as she moaned louder this time. I thought that I had died and gone to heaven. I looked up at her and could see how sweaty she was now, the hot sun making her neck wet and her hair moist, and maybe even I was helping her get so hot. I could have rubbed her ass for hours, but by now I was thinking with my little head as much as my big one. My cock was throbbing as it stuck out in front of me, occasionally poking myself in the stomach as I leaned forward. I knew that in this position once I went to rub her back my cock was going to make contact with her ass. 

I squirted her back and leaned forward rubbing her lower back and ribs. She moaned again, as I pushed up her back to her shoulders. We both gasped as I did this because my cock did as I expected and nestled into her ass crack, her soft cheeks still slippery and hot surrounding my hardness and my balls. I didn't move my lower body as I rubbed her neck and shoulders, trying to make this last. She began telling me how good she felt, that no one has massaged her like this in years and that I was wonderful with my hands. 

After what seemed like an eternity but was probably more like a minute or two, I leaned up to the back of her neck, nibbled on it, hitting a spot that seemed to work as I could feel her begin to melt for me. I began humping her ass and hissed into her ear that I was about to explode. She said "go on baby, cum for me" as I moaned and started pumping my load between us. I kissed and licked her ear as I came and came, finally stopping, feeling the sticky wetness between my stomach and between her cheeks. I was panting in her ear when she said "Wow! That was hot!! Now get off me so you can lotion up my front".

I slid up off her and got a towel to wipe the cum off both of us. Tracey flipped over and brazenly spread her legs affording me a view of her shaved pussy. I of course took in the view, this time not worrying that she saw me staring. I grabbed the lotion again and slobbered some on her breasts as I began rubbing them, her nipples were hard as rocks as I gently rolled them in my fingers. So beautiful she was, her chest covered in freckles which turned me on so, her breasts big and full under my fingers, her eyes closed. I could see the sweat on her upper lip glistening in the bright sunlight.

I moved down her body quickly coating her stomach with lotion so I could get to her legs. I really wanted a closer look at her shaved snatch and I knew I was finally going to get that. I massaged her legs as I coated them with the stuff and I as I looked closely at her pussy I could see that she was already very wet. I'm sure some of it was sweat, but I could distinctly see a little whiteness oozing from her slit. Then I remembered that I already knew what she smelled like from the earlier panty sniff and I could feel my cock twitch again. 

I moved to rubbing her inner thighs now, and as I spread her legs her slit lips opened a little showing me that she was very wet. I had to taste her. The sun was so hot, I was totally soaked in sweat and I was afraid I was going to burn as my back was still unprotected, so I took Tracey's hand and a cushion and pulled her toward the pool. We moved to the shaded end and I sat her down at poolside on the cushion as I jumped in. I pulled her pussy to the edge of the pool and held her legs up over my head. In this position she was totally spread open for me, and boy what a beautiful sight I had before my eyes. 

I took a moment to take it all in, totally shaved, her lips partially open, even her asshole was exposed to me. Damn, how hot was this looking so closely at her 2 sexy holes. I noticed a stray hair or 2 around her asshole, I would guess it's hard to shave there so that didn't surprise me. In fact it turned me on knowing such an intimate thing about her. Finally, Tracey spoke, which was the first thing either of us said since I squirted my load on her ass. "Stop looking, and lick my cunt already, baby" she croaked out of her throat, and believe me all she had to do was ask.

I attacked that vagina immediately, slurping at her juices as they leaked from her hole. She tasted sweet and a little salty, and at this point I didn't really care if the salty was from her sweat or her pee. All I cared about was giving her the best orgasm I could. I tongued her hole, pushing it in to her tightness and sucked softly, drinking in all she had for me. I removed my tongue and moved it lower to her asshole and I tongued her there, cleaning her wetness that had dribbled down from her pussy. She moaned as I did this and I took that to be a good sign so I rimmed her ass as I felt my cock begin to again harden. 

It was time to really concentrate on her orgasm, so I licked up from her asshole, through her pussy lips up to her clitoris. She jolted as I hit her clit, as I moved back down to her lips. I just love licking pussy and I loved to explore Tracey's wet pussy with my tongue, finding every little crevice, licking and tasting every bit of Tracey's most intimate of places.

I moved back up to her clit as I could feel her moving under me trying to get my tongue on her love button. I was now slowly humping the pool wall as I began to tease her clit. I spread her lips wide, exposing her clit and I pulled back its hood fully exposing it. I put my mouth over her taught skin and slowly touched her clit with the tip of my tongue. I swear I could feel a little jolt of electricity as I made contact with her. I began to lick her slowly and softly up and down over her clit. Then I'd go around in a circle a few times, then back to up and down, moving a little faster and with a little more pressure. 

I could feel her beginning to get close, her breasts heaving as she was breathing heavy. She was moaning louder now, saying things like "Yes baby, lick me, oooh, make me cum" and boy she sounded more sexy than I could ever imagine. Now I was a man on a mission and I moved my tongue faster and faster over her engorged clit. I felt Tracey tense and I looked up at her to see her neck all red, her eyes closed, and her mouth open as her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. I flicked my tongue over and over on her, now grabbing her tight around her ass so she couldn't squirm away from me. With her legs on my back she was at my mercy and I kept hammering her clit as she continued to quake. She went right thru that first orgasm into a second and that one was more intense then the first. He hips were bucking on my face as she hissed "Yeeeesssssss" as she came hard. I felt my chin get wet as Tracey actually squirted as she grunted and humped my face. I couldn't believe that she was so wet and I relished in licking her clean, softly licking her now knowing that she is way too sensitive for anything else. 




Tracey



I eased off her and just stood back and looked at her. She was so hot, covered in sweat, lying there like a wet noodle, still totally exposed to me. I was hard and needed relief so I quickly got out of the pool and stood over her, my body dripping pool water on her. Again we actually spoke, it was interesting how so little was said between us. Tracey said how the drops of water felt good and she slid into the pool as I moved to sit on the side of the pool my legs dangling, my hard cock sticking straight out. She took the hint and after coming up from underwater she quickly grabbed my shaft and gave it a squeeze.

Again I knew this wasn't going to take long and I told her as she engulfed my cock in her mouth. I stared down at her, wanting to make sure I had this image in my head for another 25 years of masturbating to her. At least the next decades will be based on fact instead of fiction. I warned her that I was going to blow and she surprised me by taking me deep in her throat as I came for the second time in an hour. This time it was much less fluid than before, but that didn't mean that it still didn't feel incredible. She sucked me dry and smiled up at me. She told me that she rarely swallows, but it was a reward for a job well done. 

We floated around the pool for a bit, both of us spent from the heat, the sun, the liquor and of course the sex. Soon, she had to leave and got out of the pool to dry off. I still couldn't take my eyes off her, staring at her like I had been doing for nearly 30 years now. She went into the pool house to change and in a few minutes she was dressed, kissing my cheek, saying goodbye with a sly smile on her face, thanking me for letting her come cool off. 

The next time we were in touch was a week later on-line. I could see that nothing had changed between us. I told her in our instant message that I had physical feelings for her since I first saw her. She admitted that she had known a long time ago that I wanted her, especially how I had looked at her that day we took those pictures. We talked about how we knew that it could happen again some day, in the right place and time. But even if it didn't, that didn't matter. It was an "in the moment" happening for both of us and at least for me it was wonderful.

To this day as expected, I still masturbate to the memory an awful lot. But, I do have a little bit more than a memory to jerk off with. You see, Tracey left her panties for me that day in the pool house. Now that her scent in them is long gone I'm hoping that the next time I see her I can trade them in for the pair she's wearing. Hey, you never know.



Tracey



Chapter One

I woke up rather dreamily but knew exactly where I was as I stretched and felt the warmth of the man next to me. Yesterday had been my twenty first birthday, an event in its own right, but it was also the day I had got married to this man lying in bed beside me.

I loved and was loved in return by him and I wriggled that little bit closer to the man I married and repeated my new name to myself. Mrs Tracey Kane. Yesterday it was Tracey Spencer, but now it was Kane.

I turned onto my side and looked at the profile of the man I had really only known for about six weeks and had fallen in love the first time I set my eyes on him. I vowed there and then that this was the man for me, even before he had me in bed. To tell the truth, it was really me that took him to bed. What happened was more down to him than to me. He made love to me twice during that first night and I knew he would be mine forever.

I drew the covering sheet down to reveal his body and the fresh bullet wound on his shoulder that he received yesterday and the knife wound in his side from an earlier attack. But these I had seen before as I had that organ of his that was now at its biggest as it was every morning. Lying there on his stomach like an over large sausage that had a pulse of its own, twitching in his dreams. 

Every morning since I'd been going to bed with him, he was like this, hard, erect and pulsating as it throbbed with the blood being pushed round it and I put my hand on it and curled my fingers round it to feel the beat of his heart. I did this slowly as I didn't want to wake him just yet for I wanted to feel the softness of the thin membrane of skin that sheathed this piece of iron. This hard flesh that I desperately craved to have inside me but refrained for the moment as I just loved to gently stroke him like this. To feel every small knotted muscle that the skin hid from sight except the engorged head that was half exposed from under the foreskin. It was a fiery red and seemed to glow as the whole penis throbbed in my hand, the eye almost winking at me. 

I also had the desire to take it into my mouth at this stage, but again I held back for a few minutes more to look at the sac beneath that held his balls. Those elliptical things that manufactured the sperm that would boil inside before it gathered together like molten plasma to force its way to the surface like the lava of a volcano as the penis was excited by my hand or mouth.

Without the fire and brimstone, this sperm would finally erupt and spray out that life giving seed in multiple bursts that was nectar to me, as I had in the past taken it in my mouth to savour before swallowing.

But now, this first morning after our marriage, it was my turn to take him into me for he had taken me several times last night. Now it was my turn and I gave the head of his cock a gentle kiss and carefully rose up on the bed and got my leg across his body and then held his erection upright. I placed it in the right position and then slowly sank down onto it, feeling it widen me with some pain but one that I liked for it was the prelude to having him inside me. Then, with the head of this massive cock inside me, I sank down, feeling him expand and fill me till I thought it was going to emerge from out of my throat.

It wasn't until I came to a halt by sitting on his thighs with him deep inside of me did he stir and become awake.

'Good morning Mr Kane. Did you sleep well?' I asked as I moved myself up and down on his organ.

'Very well Mrs Kane, thank you. You look bright and perky this morning and I see you are on top of things,' he grinned.

'I prefer it when you're on top of me doing this,' I said as I used my inner muscle to squeeze him. 'Do you want me to stop?'

'No,' he groaned. 'I'm nearly there.' So I kept moving on him till he took over and bucked his hips upwards until I felt him begin to come. With short sharp jerks, he almost dislodged me as he came and he heaved a big sigh and then relaxed on the bed. I didn't really want him out of me but I still wanted to suck on his organ while it was still hard. So I climbed off of him and went into the bathroom and brought back a warm wet cloth and a towel and washed and dried him and then began to suck on him before it deflated.

I liked sucking and licking his penis even when it was flaccid and kept on till he asked what the time was.

'I don't clock watch when I'm busy,' I mumbled round his limp dick.

'Much as I like what you are doing, I've got a lot of things to do before we go on our honeymoon.'

'Honeymoon!' I cried, letting his penis flop back between his legs. 'Did you say honeymoon?'

'I did,' he smiled as he pulled me up into his arms and let me kiss him. 'Where would you like to go?'

'I don't care as long as it's with you,' I answered him.

'Well how about Hong Kong?'

'You're not kidding me, are you,' I asked, not quite believing my ears.

'No. The Peninsular Hotel, Hong Kong.'

'Oh you darling!' I cried, flinging myself back into his arms and kissing him again. 'When do we go?'

'This evening, from Heathrow.'

'Wowee! Wait till I tell Toni.'

Toni had been my bridesmaid and had stayed overnight in one of our four bedrooms, though I think she would have been in Pieter's room. He is a white South African and was the best man for Marcus at our wedding. I jumped out of bed and opened the wardrobe and began pushing my dresses from side to side. Though I'd only been living in the apartment with Marcus a short while, I'd accumulated several dresses and now they didn't seem right for a honeymoon.

'I must see if Toni will come with me to buy something decent,' I said and I went to the door of our bedroom.

'I wouldn't go out there like that,' Marcus said from the bed.

'Why not?' I asked, looking down at my nakedness. 'Toni knows what I look like and I'm sure Pieter knows too.'

'But Kate doesn't,' he remarked.

'Oh!' It was true. Kate was our new housemaid and breakfast cook and she didn't really know the set up here. 'Yes, you're right it would give her shock to see me naked.'

The reason I said this was because I too was a male, married to another man. I forgot to tell you this in the beginning for I've always thought of myself as being a woman. I hate my man's body and wish that I had breasts and a vagina instead of the small cock and balls that I was born with.

The saving grace is that I have the facial features and hair of a woman. Even my waist is slender and my legs are slim and I have nice trim ankles. So when I am dressed up in my finery, no one can tell the difference. It was good for my job and that was where I first saw Marcus.

Chapter Two 

I'm not a true transvestite because I wear female clothing all the time, and as a cabaret artiste, it's part of my job. I was working in a transvestite club called the Blue Parrot in Berlin when I saw Marcus come in for the first time.

I liked the look of this man for he wasn't one of the usual run of the mill men we had in there to ogle the performers on the stage knowing that they were men beneath their make-up and dresses. Some of the girls, as we called each other, would turn a trick or two out in the cottages, this being our term for the toilets.

Marcus was different, for he sat alone at a table and only gave the stage a cursory glance or two and seemed more interested in the patrons that came in. I tried to get him to buy me a drink at the first opportunity I had, but he ignored me. Not only me, but all the others that solicited drinks between our stint on the stage. We had to circulate amongst the punters to encourage them to buy the drinks that the club sold at enormous inflated prices. But no one had any luck with him. He not only intrigued me but I thought him very attractive and wondered what he was like below the waist

I've been with quite a few men in the past and knew exactly what I was looking for. A man that was big and strong in the sex department but one that also had the capacity for love. Marcus seemed to fit the bill but I had to be sure and so I tried to attract his attention.

It was on the second night that I managed to catch his eye and got him to buy me a drink, but that was as far as it went. He still seemed to be absorbed with looking at every person who entered the club than in me. Not to put a finer point on it, but I was the most attractive female impersonator in the whole club and had many men who would have liked to sample my wares. But it was him I wanted.

It was on the third night that it happened. He entered the club at opening time and watched everybody else who came in. It was nearly closing time and I was just finishing my act which was the last one before the finale when it happened. All of us performers did three songs and sometimes dances in each stint and I had just started when three men came in and sat together at a table. These three caught the attention of Marcus and he watched them intently as they spoke amongst themselves only buying one drink each.

I had just finished my third song and dance when I saw Marcus go over to their table and start talking to them. I don't know what was said, but as I got off the stage, I saw one of the three stand up and pull a gun out of his coat. At the sight of it, Marcus lunged across the table at the man as he fired. I didn't know then that the shot had hit Marcus in the head for he carried on right across the table and hit the man in the throat. This man fell backwards, knocking into one of the others who was himself pulling a gun out of his coat. This gave Marcus the time to swing on him and floor him with one blow, but now he was staggering as he got up from the shambles of the broken chairs and table. He rounded on the third man who seemed to forget about trying to pull a gun out and raised his arm up to protect himself. The snap as his arm was broken I quite clearly heard and the man fell to the floor with a scream.

By the time I got to the melee, all three men were on the floor and Marcus was staggering around and I then saw that blood was streaming down his face from the first bullet fired. I thought he was going to take a swing at me for he had a crazy look in his eyes, but he must have seen that it was a woman coming to his aid and he let me put my arm up under his to keep him from falling to the floor.

I managed to keep him upright and got him out of the club before the police arrived. Otto, a friendly cab driver helped me get him inside the taxi and I had him drive us to an obscure hotel called the Berlin Palace.

Now I very seldom wear panties except if the dance would entail me swirling around so that I didn't show my parts to the audience. But I was wearing them that time and I quickly pulled them off and helped staunch the flow of blood from his head wound and also clean up that part of his face that was bloody by the time we got to the hotel.

I told Otto that I would pay the fare later as he helped me get Marcus inside the hotel lobby. I told the desk clerk that my husband and I had been mugged and that I'd dropped the car keys, our baggage being inside the car and could we have a room for a couple of nights.

'Did they take all our money darling,' I said to Marcus, hoping that he spoke German like I did and was thankful that he answered in the same language.

'In my trouser pocket,' he mumbled. I delved in and pulled out quite a bundle of German Euros and was able to pay for the room in advance. This satisfied the desk clerk and gave us a key and also some plasters for my husband's head. I signed the register as Herr and Frau Kaufmann, plucking the name out of the air.

I got Marcus up to the room and took him straight through to the bathroom. I sat him on the toilet and got his jacket off of him, astounded to find that he was wearing a shoulder harness with a gun inside it beneath his coat. This I got off him too and then ripped his shirt off. It was too bloody to try and clean and not worth saving, but I was able to use the tail end as cleaning cloths and a makeshift bandage.

He just sat there not saying a word as I cleaned him up as best I could and bandaged his head and got him back into the bedroom and sat him on the bed. He just seemed to be hanging in there as I got his shoes, socks, trousers and underpants off and rolled him onto his back and covered him up with the sheet and blanket.

I took his gun harness and coat from the bathroom and put them on the chair and cleaned up the mess we'd made. He was out like a light and gently snoring when I'd finished and as I didn't relish sleeping in the only chair the room had, undressed myself and got into bed with him.

I wasn't prepared for what happened during the night and I woke up lying on my side with his cock pushing hard up against my bum. I wasn't sure what to do, but he did. He reared up in the bed and pulled me up onto my knees and got behind me. Even though I was half asleep, I knew what was going to happen and didn't try to stop him as he roughly pushed himself into me and gave me one of the best fucks I'd had for a long time. His hands were firm on my hips as he pulled me back onto him as he thrust forward and I loved this sudden attack on my person and almost drooled as he battered his thighs up against the cheeks of my bum. He let out a howl as he came, grinding his hips tight to me as he jerked his come into me and I loved it.

I gave a cry when he pulled out and flopped down on to the bed on his back and continued to snore as though he'd never woken up. I got off the bed and went and got a wet cloth to wash him, and after drying him, got back into bed and off to sleep again. 

He astounded me by giving me a repeat performance a couple of hours later. I'm sure he was still asleep but it didn't stop him from entering me again to give me another glorious fuck. Hammering at my ring piece until he finally gripped my hips hard and gave me several short sharp stabs as he came, filling me for the second time with his sperm. Like before, he pulled out and fell back asleep and I got up and washed him again.

I woke up first in the morning and he was still gently snoring as he lay on his back and I felt down and found he was as hard as he had been during the night when he had me. Now was my turn I thought, and I pushed the covers back and got astride of him and holding his erection up, lowered my body down till I had him back up inside me. God it was lovely. His cock was one of the largest I'd ever had and I simply loved it. This time I wanted some relief so as I bounced up and down on him, I jerked myself off as he came awake. He came, I came, but into tissues whereas his come I felt shoot up into my insides and that triggered my coming into the tissues.

Now this was where the fun started, for he didn't know who or where he was. The bullet that had creased his head, making quite a deep furrow, had robbed him of his memory. The only thing that annoyed me was that he didn't remember fucking me twice during the night. So I became his comrade in arms in more than one way to try and help him regain his identity.

One help was that he spoke fluent German as I did. How I came to learn it I will bring that in later, but for now, it was enough that he knew. He wanted to know what had happened and so I told him while I was cuddled up in his arms. I also told him of how I happened to be as I was and how I finished up in this club in Berlin.

I think it was my relating of my earlier life that roused him up again and though he had no recollection of having had me during the night, I insisted that he took me again. This time I think he enjoyed sticking his cock into and fucking me for I sure did. I think we had another sleep then but I had to find out about the fracas at the club, so I got up and got dressed. I think it turned him on to see me put on my suspender belt and then pull on my stockings and fix them to the studs from the straps. Then came the padded bra and finally the dress. I brushed my hair but didn't have any make-up with me, so I had to go without doing my face. 

I got a local paper and an Indian take-away for us to eat and then I saw to his head wound and redressed it for him. The paper had said about the fight in the club but no details. By the time we'd finished eating, I had to go to work. But I was soon back as the club had been closed and there wasn't any mention of Marcus by the police who interviewed me. The only news I had was that one was dead, well the second one too, for he died later in hospital while the third man got away with just a broken arm.

By now, having seen this man naked and vulnerable in the bed the night before, I found myself falling in love with him. The size of his organ helped this along for it was the biggest one I'd ever had up inside me and I wanted more and more of it, so I had him fuck me again before we went to sleep that night.

We had sex in the morning and every other morning after that as well as at night and the odd one during the day as we tried to back track on what had brought about the fight at the club.

The other side must have had the same idea for though I made Marcus up with some cosmetics to change his appearance, the man with the broken arm couldn't disguise his problem. He had turned up at the club the following night with another two heavies and I wondered what was going to happen. I soon found out.

I was doing my usual round of the tables of the punters between my stints on the stage, trying to get them to buy drinks when I was roughly pulled to one side by one of these heavies.

'Where is he,' one man snarled at me, his grip hurting me.

'Who?' I got out, 'and let go of my arm.'

'Not until you tell us where he is. You were seen leaving the club with him.' His grip really hurting my arm. I then had the other arm gripped by the next heavy and then almost dragged towards the rear exit of the club. 'You'll tell us or you'll need a plastic surgeon to put you right when we've finished with you,' he said as I was dragged out into the back alley.

'I don't know what you are talking about,' I yelled as I struggled to try and get free from their grips. I was facing the club's rear exit door as it burst open and Marcus was framed in the light. The man holding my right arm pulled out a gun and fired it at Marcus but missed. Marcus didn't as he pulled his gun out and shot this man and the hand was violently ripped away from my arm by the force of the bullet hitting him. I then swung this now freed arm round to strike the other man holding me and managed to delay him in getting his gun out. 

Marcus fired again and this one was knocked arse over tit as he too was struck by a high velocity bullet. Marcus was quickly over to hold me and then we both knelt down to this second man and Marcus tried to find out why they were trying to find and kill him. But all the man managed to get out before dying was that they would get him and Tolliver before they were through.

It was through the broken armed man that we found out more for Marcus had rendered him unconscious before following me out of the club. We had Otto take him from the club and find out where he went. First it was to an hotel to report and then to a warehouse near the airport. The man he'd met in the hotel was the vice president of the European Commercial Bank in Berlin. That didn't help us then but when we raided the warehouse the following night, we found printing presses being used to forge money on and now had a link between the money making factory and this Berlin bank. But this is where I saved his life for we were surprised inside by the man with broken arm, and he had a gun in his hand pointing at Marcus. I gave out a shout and the man turned towards me and fired, which gave Marcus the time he needed to pull out his gun and shoot the man before he himself was shot.




Tracey



With all this being found out, Marcus and I were now constantly sleeping together and I actually got him to go down on me and so we now were able to suck one another off and exchange sperm between us as we kissed. I was really getting to love this man. 

We found Tolliver the next day, or rather he found us. We'd just sat down at an outside table of an Italian restaurant when this man came over to us and said he'd been looking all over Berlin for Marcus. It was then that we learned that Marcus' surname was Kane.

Then all hell broke loose again as a passing car opened fire on us, Marcus saving me by knocking me to the ground, but he couldn't save the people at the table behind us. Poor Tolliver died too in this attack.

What the hell was I getting myself into, I thought. Men get shot left right and centre and the only thing that kept me with Marcus was that I was sure that I loved him and his big prick.

He'd found some car keys on Tolliver and this led us to find his car and where he'd been staying in Berlin, and on the pretext of collecting his clothes and paying his hotel bill, were we able to get access to his room. The only clue we found were in his clothes, giving us the name of his tailor in London. We also found a pad with the indentation of an hotel number which proved to be the hotel where Marcus had been staying, but we didn't get any clues from what we found there.

So off to England we went, me driving Tolliver's car and abandoning it at Calais. I managed to distract the customs when we landed from the ferry for Marcus to get through without having his luggage searched and them finding the gun he was carrying.

We stayed in Dover for the night and then went onto London in the morning. Marcus managed to get Tolliver's address out of his tailors, and when we went there, found it had been ransacked. The problem was, the intruder was still inside and he attacked Marcus, stabbing him in the side with a knife. Marcus broke this man's neck and I found out that I knew the now dead man. His nickname was Tampon and I used to go to school with him and knew that he was a member of the Boyle gang.

But we needed to know where Marcus lived in London and the only clue was still that of Tolliver. As they knew each other, it was assumed that they both had their suits tailored in Saville Row, so back we went and Marcus ordered some suits and almost blackmailed the tailor into finding out from where he'd had his suits made before and that if he found the address, he would have his business in the future.

I was in awe when we pulled up outside a big mansion near Whitehall and Marcus was greeted by the doorman whose name was Charlie and that he and Captain Kane had served in the same unit in the army. It was only later that we revealed to Charlie that Marcus had lost his memory and he was most helpful when other things started to happen.

Marcus had an apartment in this mansion and it was most lavish and I was glad to see that there were no signs of there ever been any female hands touching or arranging things. It was a bachelor's apartment. We later learned that he owned the whole building of four apartments and the next three mansions along the road too.

Christ! I had fallen in love with a millionaire and he was showing definite signs of loving me too. He banked at Coutts and was able to make a substantial withdrawal and gave me one of the greatest thrills of my life by giving me lots of money to go and spend on clothes. By clothes, he meant dresses for that was all that I wore, plus the sexy underwear which I noticed turned him on when he saw me in that state. The fact that I had a small prick and balls between my legs didn't seem to matter for he had come to love fucking me up the arse. Mind you, I liked him doing it too. I loved every morning when we woke up together for he would either give me a right good rogering or we would suck and kiss each other's erections and take down the emissions. Because he found that I like being fucked in our way, he let me do the same to him and he too enjoyed it, even though my cock was half the size of his. We truly were becoming lovers by having and taking each other in our sexual adventures in the bedroom.

During this time I was still attending to his head wound and the one to his side from the stabbing. It was this last that made him want to have a go at the Boyle brothers gang. So we went and snatched one of them. Having grown up in Whitechapel and knew the brothers and most of the gang, it was easy to pick out the weakest one.

He wasn't exactly tortured, but we got what we wanted out of him. He was nicknamed the Weasel because he looked just like one and as a threat, Marcus slit one of his nostrils instead of his throat. He had given us a name and that was of a certain Mr Wilson who was the vice president of the London branch of the European Commercial Bank. The same as what had been involved with the currency forging in Berlin. Now we were really getting somewhere.

By diligent checking, we found out where this Wilson lived and we waylaid him and after tying him naked to a tree, found out that the orders he'd passed on to the Boyle gang had come from one Sir Bernard Brakestone, nicknamed Bee Bee.

By now I was convinced that Marcus was in love with me as much as I was with him, for we fucked each other on a daily basis and I was glad that he was such a strong man. Then I found out that other people loved him too, though in a different way. It was through Charlie that we found out that during a mission in the army while in the Middle East, Marcus, who had joined as a lieutenant, made captain through some heroics, had saved his squad from annihilation by defying a general of the army. It was an impossible mission that had been planned and Marcus had devised a new one, but when told to stick to the original plan, he refused and was called a coward, so he knocked the general out and went and did the job his way and it was a success without any loss of life. He was subsequently arrested and court martialled, but before the verdict came in, he resigned his commission.

The whole squad who had been present when he laid the general out, committed perjury on his behalf for by his action, he had saved their lives in what would have been a futile frontal assault on the bridge they were to have taken because the enemy knew they would be coming that particular way. So when Marcus told Charlie that he was going to hit the Manor where Brakestone lived, he volunteered the whole squad to go in with him.

Both Marcus and I were flattered at this show of loyalty to an old comrade and asked Charlie to get them set, but that Marcus and I would have a look at the place first. We found, as we began to make our way to Wiltshire where Brakestone Manor was, we noticed that we were being followed. This developed into a car chase and I was terrified because it was me that was doing the driving.

The car chasing us was a more powerful one than that which I was driving and soon caught us up on the A40 and forced us off the road. Here there was another shoot out, me bent double in the car with Marcus firing his gun over me. He managed to kill two of our attackers before two other cars appeared on the scene and they took out the third attacker. One of their cars had been damaged in the shoot out and, as it turned out, these men were of the Special Branch and they said that Marcus was wanted for murder.

So in a short space of time, it became a hostage situation where Marcus held a gun to my head and forced me to get in the undamaged car of theirs to make our getaway. I think I even gave him a blow job on our escape I was so excited by it all. We ditched the car and went by train, not home, as I expected, but to Whitechapel where we went and confronted the Boyle brothers to tell them that the latest attempt on his life had failed.

This really angered them as we found out later, but in the meantime, Charlie had rounded up the squad and were raring to go into action again with their beloved captain.

We hit the Manor and succeeded in storming the place but because Marcus hadn't wanted to kill anybody in the attack had issued rubber bullets to us all. When Brakestone escaped, it was me that spotted him and was very frustrated that I was firing these damn rubber things that just bounced of the car he used.

But the thrill of it all stayed with us and we had a lovely if violent sex session that night. By now, I had seen him in action properly, leading men into battle and bringing them all out safely after a successful foray. This only enhanced my love for him and I think that he now definitely loved me and wanted me as much as I wanted him. We fucked and sucked each other as if it was the last day on earth. At the beginning of our relationship, I think he had doubts as to his own sexual orientation and couldn't quite accept the fact that before the amnesia, he might have been a practising homosexual. Now I think he was sure that he was truly one and so now wholeheartedly let me make love to him as he made love to me, i.e., fucking each other up the arse as well as cocksucking.

We'd managed during the takeover of the Manor to find lots of documents in the safe that would definitely incriminate Brakestone in this currency swindle. Besides that, we'd netted quite a lot of money that went into our pockets after paying off the squad for their efforts.

It was the following day that we got nabbed by the Special Branch and taken to an office in Whitehall to find out that they had known what we had been doing all along. If fact, though without his memory, Marcus had gone on and finished the job he had been sent out to Germany for. The man that confronted us turned out to be his boss and when he said his name was Spencer, I laughed and asked him if he was any relation to me as that had been my maiden name. He didn't think it a joke for he told us that he knew, in spite of the dress I was wearing, that I was a man and that we had been co-habituating together.

Marcus blew up and told him to mind his own business, but it didn't faze the man. He couldn't care one way or the other as long as it didn't impair Kane's ability to work and act out in the field. But because of the stabbing and need of constant medical care, which I had been seeing to, let him have a month's leave.

Chapter Three

Marcus and I were now an item and we loved being together and not only for sex and so I was thrilled when he said we would go to the Bahamas for him to recover properly. Needless to say I gave him the best sex I could in every way that we could manage. 

We hadn't been in the hotel on this tropical island twenty four hours before the plans began to go haywire. We had a lovely penthouse suite and private balcony where I could sun bathe in the nude, something I'd never done before. We'd gone down to dinner and Marcus spotted Brakestone. Well he had a different name now and it appeared he was well known under this new name out in the islands. He even had a villa and a yacht.

This Marcus wanted to upset and so he blew up the yacht, with us aboard I might add, but Brakestone got away from that. So he planned to snatch him and get him back to England. Two of his army friends came out and we successfully took him from his villa at night and got him onto a hired aircraft to deliver him to the Special Branch at Heathrow Airport.

On the flight to England, Marcus spoke to Spencer over the radio and learned that the Boyle brothers had skipped bail and were believed to be heading for the Bahamas. So Marcus arranged for the rest of the squad to meet the plane at Heathrow and so we all flew back to sort out the brothers.

Plans were made as we got ready to attack the fortified villa, and to my annoyance and frustration, was left to guard the vehicles. I was of course thrilled to be a part of this little army but disappointed with the role I was to play. But then there is always the unexpected, for the brothers had seen the vehicles parked up, them having been out, realised something was going down and so they crept up on me and surprised me and knocked me nearly senseless and bundled me into their car and took me to the villa.

I was coming to my senses when they got me out of the car and carried me inside while I was screaming out for Marcus. I was dragged by my arm and hair inside and along a hall and into what looked like a study. Here, I was given a hefty blow to the stomach which doubled me up.

'So Kane is here,' Arthur Boyle snarled at me, him knowing who I was and that I was a male dressed as a woman. 'Tell us Spencer, how many men has he got with him?'

'I don't know,' I gasped out. 'There were two cars already here when we arrived. He made me stay with them.'

'You're lying!' he said and he hit me again. 'You know exactly what's going on. You're his little fancy boy and I'm sure he fucks you, so you'll know everything.'

'I don't!' I cried out.

'He's lying,' George, the other brother said.

'I know. Well we'll soon find out the truth. Grab his arms,' Arthur said as he pushed me against the desk so that the edge hit me in the stomach making me bend over the top. George then grabbed my forearms and pulled me tight across this desk as he was on the other side, so that my upper torso was flat on the desk top. I knew what was going to happen when I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down.

'I've always fancied fucking Spencer's faggot of a son,' Arthur behind me said, and I felt the hem of my dress being pulled up and thrown over my back. 'Such a nice tight little arse. Now you can know what it's like to have a real man fuck you.'

'No, no, noooo!' I screamed as his cock entered my backside. He laughed and so did George as I felt this shaft of a man I'd always hated, began to move inside as he raped me. I was sobbing and at the same time seeing this other leering face looking at me as I was being fucked.

'The next cock you'll have will be mine,' he said.

'No. It'll be mine,' I heard Marcus say from somewhere behind me. Then came the sound of his gun and Arthur was torn out of me as he was flung to one side by the bullet. The pain was excruciating as he violently came out of me and then I saw George begin to slide down out of sight behind the desk. He didn't make it for I saw the top of his head explode right in front of my eyes, blood and gore flying everywhere as his hands left my arms and he disappeared from my sight.

I was sobbing and crying as I got up from lying across the desk and threw myself into the arms of Marcus. He tried to calm me down in the short time it took him to push me into a corner of the room as other shots and gunfire was now erupting out all over the house. 

He left me in the corner and raced out of the study and I heard him shouting clear between gunshots and his rallying cry of his men. I was now laughing as I cried that my white knight was too late to save me from a fate worse than death but had at least avenged the raping of me

Then the shooting was over and they had taken the villa. Only one of our side was slightly wounded but they had eight dead on theirs. Later, the safe was blown open to get more incriminating documents plus a bonus of about half a million U.S. dollars which Marcus kept. Though he did pay all of our guys a bonus using some of this money, and paid all their expenses and let them stay the rest of the week on holiday in our hotel.

I had often mentioned that I wanted to be his wife, and so on the plane back home he gave me an engagement ring and promised to marry me one day. He didn't know how close that day was until I sprang it on him. But he loved me as much as I loved him and so we got married.

That was just yesterday. Even then, we had violence for as we returned from the church, the Weasel tried to shoot us but got killed himself by Marcus. Not many people have their twenty first birthday highlighted by having a man try to shoot you on that same day as you got married.

So here I was, twenty one years of age now, a male and married to another man who'd just told me that we would have our honeymoon in Hong Kong.

Chapter Four

I put on a bath robe and went through to the kitchen where I found Toni drinking a cup of coffee, a dirty breakfast plate by her side.

'Well how is married life?' she asked me. Toni, like me, was a male too, but in our profession, we always refer to each other in the female gender.

'Just great! Couldn't be better,' I said. 'Just coffee and toast please Kate,' I said to our maid to her query of what I wanted for breakfast. 'You've got to get dressed and come shopping with me for Marcus is taking me to Hong Kong for a honeymoon!' I said to Toni.

'No?' she squealed.

'Yes, and how was your night with Pieter?'

'Oooh. The biggest and best man I've ever had,' she exclaimed, her eyes really alight. 'We didn't sleep at all. He's sleeping now because I've worn him out. But you'll never guess what else,' she gushed. 'He wants me to go back to South Africa with him!' Now it was my turn to squeal in delight for her, and we both hugged each other with our news.

'When is he planning to go back?' I asked round a mouthful of toast.

'Tomorrow! So I've got lots to do but don't have much money saved to buy new clothes.'

'Don't worry about that,' I said. 'I've got plenty for both of us. Now let's get dressed and go shopping. I've only got a few hours,' I said as I swallowed the last of my coffee.

'Kate will see to your breakfast darling,' I cried as I flew through the bedroom to the shower. 'Can I take some money with me?' I shouted from the bathroom.

'There's plenty of dollars in the bag in the wardrobe. Take what you want,' he called back. I didn't tell him that I'd already been into the bag and spent quite a bit on the wedding dress for myself and the dress for Toni. So it was a quick shower and then after drying myself, got dressed and went out and into the kitchen where Marcus was and gave him a kiss as he was eating his breakfast.

'My beautiful husband. I do love you. How long have I got before we have to leave?'

'Five, six hours my sweet,' he said, returning my kiss.

'More than enough,' I said as Toni came in to find me.

'Ready?' Toni asked. Which I was and with a banded bundle of dollars in my bag, gave Marcus another kiss and promised not to be away too long.

Charlie got us a taxi and we went off shopping. It's surprising at how quickly you can spend ten thousand dollars when you know where to shop. There was no hassle at all when I offered dollars instead of pounds and were only too happy to help us load the boxes and bags into a taxi to take us back home. Well they would, wouldn't they.

'How on earth did you both get into the taxi with this lot?' Charlie asked with a laugh as he helped us carry it all upstairs.

'Four suitcases, and that's it!' Marcus said when he saw the pile in the bedroom when he got home from wherever he'd been.

'How many are you taking?' I asked with a smile.

'At least one of those four. I mean it Tracey. Four suitcases only. You'll probably want to buy more when we're out there, so we're only taking four with us.'

'Yes dear,' I said, sticking my tongue out at him. He saw it and chased me round the room and of course I let him catch me. We fell onto the bed and finished up kissing and groping each other. I had his erection out of his trousers in no time, while he pulled up my dress to reveal mine. Then it was sucking and tonguing, kissing and manipulating each other till we came in glorified bursts to swallow before trying to get more out of each other's penis. We fooled around with each other for a little while longer before he broke away saying that it was time we got packed.

As much as I wanted to go on my honeymoon, to let go of his organ when I had it in my hand and mouth, was a hard thing to do, for I loved it even when it was soft.




Tracey



But now I had to decide what to wear for the journey and what to pack, for there was no way I was going to get all that I'd bought into four, correction, three suitcases. But I managed to get them shut, with his help and then helped him pack his. 

We let Toni and Pieter stay over for the night as they would be leaving on the following day, so we said our goodbyes and went off to the airport. We had a drink in the First Class lounge before boarding and it was simply heaven. It was a twelve hour flight and I couldn't fault the food or the service. The cabin lights were dimmed about ten o'clock for people to get some sleep and I snuggled up next to Marcus with a blanket covering us both and played with his dick beneath it.

'Is Pieter's prick as big as yours? Toni says he's got a big one,' I asked him.

'We're about the same size in all things,' he replied.

'Have you been with Pieter?'

'We shared the same room in college,' Marcus answered, evading the question so I guessed he had but didn't pursue it and settled down to sleep.

We were woken up at what would be about two in the morning, England time, for breakfast as it would be about midday when we landed because of the time difference. A car was waiting for us when we cleared customs and I was glad that he hadn't packed his gun or we wouldn't have got into the country. I was thrilled at how exotic the place was. The strange signs, hundreds of them adorning the streets, written in Chinese and some with English words on them, and the people! There seemed to be thousands of them milling about the streets seeming to ignore the traffic. Street vendors galore and the bright colours, the smell of spices along with that of sewage. It was without doubt, a strange and exciting place.

Our hotel was on the waterfront and when we got to our room, high up, I found that we faced the harbour and little boats could be seen criss crossing the short distance between Kowloon, where we were, and Hong Kong island itself.

'This is wonderful,' I exclaimed to Marcus who joined me at the big window and put his arm round my shoulder. 'Look at how the water sparkles in the sunlight and all those boats making little waves and almost upsetting others that are moving slower than the rest. Thank you for bringing me here.' I turned and kissed him and that led to other things and so we were soon in bed and I had him behind and rogering me.

We slept for an hour or two for it was still early morning to our body clock though it was the afternoon where we were. We went and had a bath that was big enough for both of us to get into and big enough to have sex in which we did. I sat on his lap and had room to stretch my legs out as I hung onto his shoulders as I rode on his tool till he came inside me.

We finished our bath and got dressed to go and take a walk to savour the pleasing sights, sounds and smells of China. I was fascinated by all that I saw, especially the little covered markets where the stalls were crammed very close together and all selling different things. From fruit and veg to fish and pottery with maybe an ironmonger in the middle and that's not counting the little stalls that were serving all varieties of food for you to sit down and eat. Rice, fish, stewed eels, prawns and meat things that I couldn't say from what animal it came from. It was wonderful.

We dressed for dinner that night and had a feast of all the little dishes of food that makes the Chinese cooking famous for. I didn't go much on the rice wine though so we had a bottle of wine that we knew and it washed down the meal perfectly. Full to bursting, we went back up to our room and I gave as much of myself to Marcus that I could for such a wonderful experience he was giving me, and that included having me in bed.

We went sightseeing the next day, taking the Star ferry across to the island and going up to the peak and having that wonderful view that will be one of my most treasured moments for all times. It was when we were back on the Kowloon side, walking through the crowded streets that I saw this night club that was obviously a transvestite one, and so, after we had showered and got dressed to go out, I talked Marcus in us going to see the show that it advertised.

Though it was reasonably dim inside, I could still see that many of the patrons were women, or possibly some were not, but they made up half the audience. The show had already started but we found a table and those that came on the stage to sing and dance were very good. One that struck me was an Oriental performer, wearing a cheongsam and had just begun her song when she got a foot caught up in the microphone cable and fell over and obviously hurt her arm.

She was helped off the stage and the compere said that as none of the other girls were ready yet, there would be a small intermission. I just couldn't resist the sudden impulse I got. You know the old saying about the roar of the greasepaint and the smell of the crowd. Once it's in your blood, it never goes away.

I got up and gave Marcus a swift kiss and went over to the stage and spoke to the compere. I wondered what Marcus would say to what I was going to do, but I went on anyway and got up onto the stage.

'Ladies and gentlemen,' he announced. 'A young lady from England as offered to fill this intermission for your continued enjoyment.' I was speaking to the leader of the trio that played the songs for the girls and found out what she, the girl who had fallen, had been about to sing. I knew the two that was going to sing and said that I would follow their lead. 'Let me introduce,' the compere continued, 'Miss Tracey Spencer!'

There was mild applause as I took the microphone and with the spotlight on me, I couldn't see Marcus and I hoped he wasn't squirming at me doing this. I followed the lead of the trio and sang both of the songs and got a wonderful ovation with calls and hand clapping and a hand kiss from the compere. 

I felt very flushed and exhilarated as I left the stage and went and sat down with Marcus. People at the next table clapped me again as I smiled and thanked them and then smiled at Marcus. He smiled back and gave me a kiss.

'That was wonderful,' he said and we were interrupted by the girl who had fallen, coming to our table, her arm in a sling.

'May I sit down?' she asked.

'Of course,' Marcus said, getting up and pulling out a chair.

'What you did was wonderful,' she said as she sat down. Marcus signalled a waiter for some drinks. 'My name is May Ling.'

'Well you heard mine from the stage. It's Tracey Spencer, well really it's Kane and this is my husband, Marcus.' They shook hands.

'You've been on the stage before,' she said.

'Yes. That was before I got married.'

'You don't sing now?'

'No.'

'Well I'm glad for that for you could put me out of a job.'

We all laughed at the back handed compliment.

'I wouldn't dream of doing that. We're only here for the week. It's our honeymoon.'

'Well congratulations.'

'Thank you, and I must say I think that dress you're wearing is divine.'

'This old thing? If you're here for a week, you can have one or even two made for you in no time.'

'I'd like that but I'm afraid that I would have a problem wearing one. Bits of me would show in such a tight dress.'

'Bits? Please explain bits?'

'Well I'm like you and used to sing on the stage but always had to wear a wide dress.'

'I still don't understand. Like me? On the stage?' I took hold of her hand and pulled it under the table and put it to my crotch.

'Oh my goodness!' she exclaimed. 'I wouldn't have guessed.' Her eyes were very wide. 'You look so perfect! I didn't even think that you were a male, yet you say you are married to, er, Marcus? Surely you mean he is your partner?'

'No. We are married,' and I went on to tell her of our wedding and she was amazed that we'd got away with it. 'Anyway, it's that my bits would show if I wore a dress like yours.'

'Not if you're wearing what I am.' Now she took my hand and put it down to her crotch and I felt a smooth surface that was slightly on the hard side. 'It's a special thong that holds me in. Would you like to see one? I have a spare one in the dressing room.'

'Oh yes please. Can Marcus come too. He would be fascinated at what goes on back there.'

'Of course, come.' She stood up and so did we to follow May Ling backstage to the tiny dressing room that all these clubs seem to have. It was bedlam like any other place. Men without their wigs putting on make-up while another one screams that he can't find the right dress and so on. This dressing room had like a central table with mirrors and seats on both sides, four on each side and behind them were the hangers for their clothes. May Ling pushed her way down to the far end which put her as either number one or number two in the pecking order of the place. This is because by being at the far end, you don't get jostled by the others as they move about, but with the mirrors either side, I couldn't tell if she was number one or number two. Marcus and I pressed ourselves up against the wall to give her room to move and she delved about and came up with a soft leather thong that had a small pouch and it even had a small indentation in the front to simulate the lips of a female labia. She handed it to me and it felt ever so soft and didn't look as if it would be uncomfortable.

'I can even wear this under a swim suit and you wouldn't know the difference,' she said proudly.

'What happens if you get an erection?' Marcus asked.

'Well you can't. Not while you're wearing it. If one starts to rise, it becomes uncomfortable but it cannot grow and be obvious.'

'That's all very well, but if you were wearing one of these under a bikini, what about the padded bra?' he asked.

'Padded bras are old hat now. We use this,' and she opened up the top half of her cheongsam and put her hand inside and a moment later, pulled out what appeared to be a large lump of clear jelly.

'What on earth's that?' he asked, his eyes wide.

'A kind of silica gel. Very much the same as they use for breast implants. Feel this,' and offered the other side of her dress for him to feel the opposite breast. His fingers touched it and then his hand and I saw him move it about. 'Feels like the real thing eh?' she smiled. He nodded, not saying that he couldn't remember what a female breast felt like and it was offered to me. It truly did feel like a breast beneath the material.

'It's in a little pouch in the front of the dress so you don't need to wear the bra. Much better for when you are singing,' she smiled, 'and you can also have this stuff fixed inside the bikini top and even have a nipple if you want.'

'Oh Marcus. I've just got to have some of these things. The dresses too. Can these be got for me inside a week?' I asked May Ling.

'Of course. If you want, I can take you to the same place I got these. Tomorrow?' I looked at Marcus and he smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

'If you want,' he said.

'Tomorrow then?' I asked May ling and when she nodded, I went on. 'We're staying at the Peninsular and the name is Kane.' We agreed on ten o'clock and we then left the dressing room for she wanted to get ready for her next stint on the stage.

We went back to our table, me bubbling with excitement at what I'd just seen and wondered just how I would look dressed as May Ling was. We stayed to watch her do her turn and I saw why she could be jealous of my singing. After that, we left and stopped off at a restaurant and had another wonderful Chinese meal with all the trimmings, but drank the local beer instead of wine this time. We laughed at my fortune cookie which said that all things will be bright for a newlywed.

My excitement carried on in our room and I took great pleasure in undressing Marcus and going down and sucking on his lovely erection before putting a condom on it and turning round for him to fuck me. Then I in my turn, fucked him before we settled down to suck on each till we fell asleep.

He had me again when I woke him up, this time with me lying face down flat on the bed so that I could fuck the mattress as he fucked me. I simply loved his weight on my back and having his hardness up inside me as we rocked on the bed till we both came.

Then it was into the shower to bathe and get dressed for breakfast before meeting May Ling down in the lobby. Marcus didn't mind me going off and so she took me into the warrens of Kowloon and into a little shop. Here I was greeted like royalty with much bowing and hand gestures for me to sit down and having to give a shake of my head at the many Chinese words thrown at me. May Ling saw my bewilderment and laughed as she translated it as if I would like tea? I had to say yes to be polite and then May Ling went on to say why we were at their little shop.

This set off a chain of instructions to other members of the family who had started to crowd into the tiny space we occupied to send them scurrying off. Next minute I was being served tea in a small china bowl and though insipid to look at compared to what we normally drank in England, was quite pleasant to the taste.

Then with all the others being shooed away, I was told to get undressed as one young girl brought in a bowl that looked as if it was full of whitewash. It was explained that they would make a mould of my penis and testicles so that when the leather was cut and moulded, it would be a perfect fit.

I felt rather foolish standing there with my legs apart as this young girl worked this plaster of Paris which it was, round my small cock and balls and then had to stand there for several minutes till it had hardened. Then it was cut away and I still had to stay there to be measured up for my cheongsam's, and at the same time, try to select which material I wanted them to be made from.

I finished up with a flaming red, pale blue and a white one that was piped with gold. It was suggested that I also got the shoes to match each dress to which I agreed.

Then came the fun of selecting what size breasts I would like and I thought it quite hilarious to be handling this gel and trying to judge if the size was right. I eventually gave up and told them to pick what they deemed to be the right size for my height and build. It cracked me up when they asked at how big did I want the nipples. I said that it had to be of a size that wasn't out of place to the breast that they were going to make. I also picked out my swim wear suits for these to be fitted into as well as a few spares for my other bras that I had at the hotel.

I gave them a thousand dollars and May Ling protested that was far too much, but I made them keep it for I was sure that I would then get the best that they could produce. So I was now given little snacks as well as tea and really enjoyed myself.

I found, when I got back to the hotel during the afternoon, that Marcus had been talking to the Head of Station that reported to Spencer in London, talking over business, so his wasn't a wasted day as far as we were concerned.

A couple of nights later, we went back to the club, and as soon as we walked in, I was recognised and they made people move from the best table so that we could be seated there instead. We also got more preferential treatment in our service as well as being given sweet things to eat as we drank and watched the show.

I think we had as much sex between us as any honeymoon couples over the time we were there and I loved it and him even more for doing everything he could think of to make me happy. I was very glad that I had met and married this lovely man. For not only was he kind and considerate, but he was rich and generous and had the biggest cock I'd ever had. I was as happy as a pig in shit as they say. 

We went everywhere you could think of in Kowloon, even going up to see the border that separates the territory from main land China, though you wouldn't have recognised it as a border for the actual line runs down the middle of a street. One side being Kowloon, the other, China.

It was on our sixth day that May Ling called to say that everything was ready and would I go to see that it all fitted. Well I was over the moon with what they had done in such a short time. Nor did I only have thongs that made me look more like a woman, especially when in the swim suit. I also had breasts, false that they were, they looked like the real thing when I was dressed and all that I needed now was the make-up to go with it. So May Ling and I had a conflab about this and decided to show Marcus how I could look with everything being done properly later that evening.

To do this, I got Marcus to take me to the club, not telling him what was going to happen, and when we were seated, I told him that I had a surprise for him and he would have to sit there alone for half an hour. That didn't seem to go down too well, but I didn't give him a chance to say anything otherwise.

The show had started and I was in the dressing room for May Ling to do my make-up in an Oriental fashion that made me look like a half caste, what with my sun tan from the Bahamas that I still had. To top it all, we'd bought a black wig for me to wear, but this I couldn't put on till I'd fitted on my new cheongsam. The dress that is very body hugging and buttons up on one side of the chest and has thigh length slits down both sides that made it possible to sit down otherwise the dress would have split it was so close fitting to my body. It was the implanted silica gels for breasts that made the whole thing look real what with my cock and balls inside the thong. Then with my face made up and the wig on, well, even if I say so myself, I looked stunning! It was so perfect, that with eye shadow and the pencil, she had made eyes appear more oval and slightly Oriental.

I even got compliments from the other girls in that dressing room, though I knew from experience that if I'd been a real member of the show, I would have seen their claws. I'd found that drag queens hate another queen that dresses and looks better than them and don't they let you know their displeasure!

So in that half hour to the minute, I was transformed and I just hoped and prayed that Marcus would like what I'd done to myself. But there was still more to come, for I was going to go on stage and do three numbers, and so I was ready and waiting in the wings for my announcement. May Ling patted my bottom as the compere announced that the young English lady was going to do another turn as seen earlier during the week.

Now there must have been others out there who had seen me sing that other night for I got a good round of applause as I stepped into the spotlight. It got louder when they saw how different I looked and I couldn't help but smile at the welcome before launching into my three song act.

Well the applause was loud after the first one. Louder after the second and they almost brought the house down after my final song and it was to much cheering and clapping that I left the stage and went, somewhat tremulously to the table where Marcus was sitting.

Much to my relief he was standing up with a big smile on his face and clapping as hard and loud as everybody else as he then gave me a big kiss before sitting me down. I felt flushed that I had pleased him with what I had done.

'I just can't believe that was you up there on the stage. You look and acted magnificently as you sang,' he gushed. 'I couldn't help but turn to those on the next table and tell them that that was my wife up on the stage. It was unbelievable!' and he gave me another kiss and ordered up a bottle of champagne, which in a club like this was the highest priced drink you could get. He even got May Ling to sit for a couple of glasses and thanked her for her help.

'Wait until you see me in a swim suit,' I whispered to him. 'It'll knock your eyes out.' Which it did later when we were back in our hotel room after lots of goodbyes to the club's performers and taking my bag with all my new things in.




Tracey



"An old farmer was pulled over by a young state trooper for speeding. The trooper, fresh on the job, decided to throw his weight around and he started lecturing the farmer about his speed. He did his best to make the farmer uncomfortable but eventually got around to writing the ticket.

As he wrote he had to swat at several flies that were buzzing around his head. 

"Having some problems with circle flies there are ya?" asked the farmer. 

The trooper stopped writing the ticket and looked up. "Well yeah, if that's what they are" he said. "I never heard of circle flies before though."

"Oh, they are pretty common on farms" said the farmer. "We call them circle flies because they are always circling the back end of a horse."

"I see" the trooper said as he continued writing the ticket. All of a sudden he stopped and looked at the farmer. "Hey...wait a minute; are you trying to call me a horse's ass?" 

"Oh no officer" said the farmer. "I have far too much respect for law enforcement and police officers to even think about calling you a horse's ass."

"Well that's a good thing" said the trooper as he resumed writing the ticket.

After a long pause the farmer continued, "Hard to fool them flies though."

Why was I sitting in the Landing Strip listening to a want to be stand up comic? I was there more for the booze than the entertainment. That and it was the place where Darnell usually hung out. I wanted to see Darnell in an informal setting.

I thought back to the first time six years ago when I did this same exact thing. I wasn't absolutely sure, but I think the stand up comic was even the same one. As I waited for Darnell to show I remembered that first time.

Darnell was a Detective Sergeant on the local police force and Darnell owed me a couple of favors and I was where I needed to see if I could call one in. In a way Darnell owed his job to me. He had been accepted into the police academy and we had gone out drinking to celebrate. Dar had taken on board a little too much to drink and he drove into a parked car. A DUI would have gotten him tossed out of the academy so I swapped places with him and took the hit. Four points and a DUI on my driving record and loss of my license for a year, but Darnell went to the academy and graduated number two in a class of forty-six.

And why did I need some detecting? That's why I was at the Strip for booze and not entertainment. My wife Tracy had just informed me that I was going to be a daddy in nine months and it did not set well with me. Not that I was against kids and didn't want any, but because I knew I couldn't have any.

Tracy was born to be a mommy and one of the things she told me before we got married was that she wanted a big family. She thought four kids would be perfect. We had been married for three years and she wasn't pregnant yet so she began to worry that something was wrong so to calm her down I went and had myself tested. I found out that I was as sterile as it was possible to be. My problem was that I loved Tracy so damned much that it would kill me to lose her and I was afraid if I told her I could never get her pregnant she would leave me and find someone who could give her the kids she wanted. I did the only thing I could think of -- I lied. I told her that the test showed that I should be able to get half the women in town pregnant with just one drop of my superior baby making juice. Tracey had herself tested and found that she could pump them out if she could just get her eggs fertilized.

We redoubled our efforts. For a week before and a week after her most fertile times we made love at least twice a day and on her most fertile day we made love three times. Another year went by with no pregnancy and then suddenly a happy smiling Tracy giving me the great news. The problem of course being that if she was pregnant it was because SODDI. "Some Other Dude Did It" for those of you not up on the current lexicon. 

Now I've already said that I loved Tracy so much that it would kill me to lose her and as wimpy as it makes me sound I loved her enough to keep my mouth shut and raise some other asshole's kid to keep from losing her, but -- and make that BUT in capital letters -- the asshole that fucked my wife was going to have to pay a very stiff price for doing it. I know that Tracy was just as guilty as the asshole, but I loved her and I already knew I hated the asshole whoever he might be.

I saw Darnell come in and I waved him over to my table. He sat down and said:

"What brings you to this place? I didn't think that you liked this kind of entertainment."

"It isn't bad; it just isn't my kind of thing. Mainly I'm here because I know that this is where you usually hang out. I need a favor bud; I need a huge favor."

"You name it, you got it."

I explained the situation to him."

"I know I owe you big Walt, but if it backfires on me I could lose my job."

"You know me well enough to know that no matter how things fall I'll keep you out of it."

"Okay bud; I'll trust you. I'll need a few days or so."

"Take all the time you need. I need the info, but I don't need it in a hurry."

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"My wife is from Minnesota and for some weird reason she thinks that it makes her better than me because I am from Iowa. Did you know that the toilet seat was invented by a Minnesotan? Two years later an Iowan invented the hole in it.

"There was this Swede from Minnesota who bought his wife Lena a piano for her birthday. A few weeks later Lars asked, Hey Ole, how is Lena doing with her piano?"

"Oh" Ole said, "I persvaded her to svitch to de clarinet."

"How come?" Lars asked. "Vell" said Ole, "Because vith a clarinet she can't sing."

The phone rings in the middle of the night when Ole and Lena are in bed and Ole answers. "Vell how da hell should I know. Dats two thousand miles from here" he says and hangs up.

"Who vas dat" Lena asked.

"I dunno. Some fool vanting to know if the coast was clear."

I was again at the Landing Strip on a Wednesday. Darnell had called and said he had the information I needed and he asked me to meet him there. He came in, saw me and headed for my table. I already had a beer setting there for him and he lifted it, took a pull and then slid me an envelope across the table to me.

"It's all there. Just be careful okay?"

"Careful is my middle name."

"Funny; all these years I've known you and I always thought your middle name was Randolph."

"Got me there."

"Just try real hard to make sure that this doesn't come back on me."

"You know I'll always have your back Dar."

"I know bud; believe me I know."

I opened the envelope, read the contents and then said, "Thanks bud."

"Any time."

Three days later Marv Pallister walked out of his apartment and was severally beaten and robbed. A good bit of the violence inflicted on Mr. Pallister was done to the area of his genitals and I understand that he lost both of his testicles. Such a pity for a man so young. I was just a little pissed that his wallet only had $186.00 in it. Tracy's pussy was worth a hell of a lot more than that. At least to me.

Tracy seemed a little out of sorts for a couple of weeks and when I asked if something was wrong she blamed it on mood swings brought on by the pregnancy. Being a bit of a cynic I didn't believe her and I put it down to her being upset at what happened to her lover. Things smoothed out between us and things were good between us until the baby was born.

The ultrasound had shown that the baby was as boy and we talked about possible names. Personally I didn't care much for any particular name, but when Tracy said she wanted to name the baby after her grandfather Marvin I dug in my heels and said:

"No! No child of mine is going to be named Marvin."

"But you don't understand. I promised my mother that I would name my first son after her father. I have to do it."

"No Tracy; no way."

I knew damned well that it wasn't her grandfather she wanted to name the baby after. She wanted to name the baby after the baby's father.

"Why are you so opposed?"

"When I was growing up there was an older kid in the neighborhood and he was a bully. He made my life miserable for almost ten years until his family moved away. I hated him with a passion and I've hated the name Marvin ever since."

It was a lie of course, but even though I would pretend to accept the kid as mine there was no way I was going to let her honor her lover. She pouted some and we finally agreed that the baby's name would have her father's first name and my father's first name as his middle name. He would be named Jason Louis Walton.

The child was born; a healthy eight pounder and when I picked up the birth certificate at the desk I found that Tracy had named the boy Marvin Walter Walton. I told them that a mistake had been made and that his name was supposed to be Jason Louis. They told me that they were sorry, but that is the name my wife told them to put on the birth certificate and I would have to discuss the matter with her. I went to her room, stuck the birth certificate under her nose and said:

"Just what is the meaning of this? You know my stance on the name Marvin."

"I promised my mother."

"Then you can call your mother when you are ready to leave so she can pick you up and take you home with her. I'll box up your clothes and things and send them over to her house for you."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that no one -- absolutely no one -- with the name Marvin is ever going to live in my house with me. If you expect to come home and live with me you had best get that birth certificate changed to what was agreed on or you are going to find yourself a single mother with a child to raise and you will do it with no help from me. I won't spend a cent on anyone named Marvin. You can call me when you decide how you want to live the rest of your life."

I turned and walked out of her room. I loved her and I didn't want to live without her. I loved her enough to raise another man's child just to keep her, but her position on the Marvin issue was just too damned disrespectful for me to tolerate.

I stopped at a U-Haul place and bought some moving boxes to pack her stuff in because, quite frankly, I didn't see her giving up on the Marvin thing. I was certain that it was going to lead to a divorce and when that happened I would stun Tracy when I demanded a DNA test when she tried to get child support. I loved the bitch -- God did I ever love her -- but I would not let her humiliate me by giving me her lover's child to raise as mine and then naming the child after him.

The next morning when I got up I started to put the boxes together and was taping them when the phone rang. It was Tracy. They were releasing her at ten and I could come and get her.

"And the birth certificate?"

"It reads Jason Louis."

"I'll see you at ten."

I left the boxes in the living room for Tracy to see when she got home. I wanted her to know just how close she had come to pushing me over the edge. It might prevent problems later in life.

When I picked Tracy up before I let her get in the car I asked for the birth certificate. She gave me a nasty look, but handed it to me. It had the name on it that we had agreed on. I helped them into the car and then I drove Tracy and 'our' baby home. Tracy's eyes got wide when she saw the boxes in the living room and some of her clothes setting next to them.

Tracy was a little chilly towards me for a few days, but I ignored her and concentrated on Louie as I started calling him. He wasn't mine and I knew it, but to keep Tracy I had made the decision to take him to raise and by God I would do it to the best of my ability. None of it was his fault and I was determined to be the best daddy he could have ever hoped for. When Tracy saw how I was with Louie she mellowed and soon we were back on track as loving husband and wife.

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The next three years were great and then one night at dinner Tracy said:

"Remember back before we were married I told you I wanted a big family and said that I thought four kids would be about right?"

I nodded my head yes as I was spooning some mashed potatoes into my mouth.

"Well get ready daddy; number two is on the way. I saw the doctor today and he confirmed it."

I smiled and said, "That's great honey" but inside I felt like someone had swung a ten pound hammer and hit me right in the gut with it. She had done it to me again.

I called Darnell and he met me at the Landing Strip and I told him my sad tale. One week later he again met me at the Strip and slid an envelope across that table to me. Three weeks after that Bob Lappan was mugged and beaten almost to death. At least his wallet had over $600 in it and that was a lot closer to what Tracy's pussy was worth. He also lost his family jewels and I wondered if the cops would remember Pallister and consider that the same person might have done both. Not that it mattered because I'd done a damned good job of covering my tracks.

For a couple of weeks Tracy was out of sorts, but she again blamed it on mood swings. She finally settled down and things were good between us. Actually things were better than good. Tracy decided that she needed to fuck me to death and our normal two to three times a week stepped up to three and four times a week. Tracy said it was because the pregnancy had scrambled her hormones. I didn't care what the reason was because I was loving it.

The ultrasound showed that the second one was going to be a girl and I began thinking of what kind of lie I could come up with to use in the argument to prevent the baby from being named Roberta after her father. Tracy surprised me and didn't even bring the name up. Since Louie had been given her father's first name and my father's first name as his middle name we reversed things and gave the baby my mother's first name and her mother's fist name as the baby's middle name.

Elizabeth Marie was a seven pound bundle of joy and she quickly captured my heart. Tracy beamed at the way I was with the kids and a happy Tracy spoiled me rotten so naturally I did my best to keep her happy.

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But there was a dark spot in my head. Twice Tracy had said that four kids was the right size for a family. Was she going to do it to me again? Two more times? It was four years before I got the answer to that question. A couple of visits to the Landing Strip and shortly thereafter Warren Shirey was found in a dumpster behind a downtown restaurant that he frequented. Sad to say that his assailant had gotten a bit carried away and as a result Mr. Shirey had departed this vale of tears for what would hopefully be a better place.

Tracy was down in the dumps for almost a month before I finally told her to get her butt to the doctor and get something for her mood swings. She said she had already seen him and he had given her a prescription for hormone supplements but they hadn't kicked in yet. She made sure that I saw her taking them and that made me curious. One day when she wasn't around I checked the bottle and saw it filled with 1000mg Omega-3 capsules, but Tracy did get back to normal. Well kinda. Normal at that time in our life was twice a week, but Tracy came after me three and sometimes four times a week right up to her eighth month and then she backed off.

Marion Elise was a healthy seven pound five ounces when she made her appearance and I welcomed her into the family with the same exuberance I had shown the other two. 

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Outwardly I was the loving, doting father and ideal husband, but inside I was in turmoil. I couldn't get the number of Tracy's ideal family out of my head. She was obviously intent on having four children and I was starting to worry. Could I get away with doing a fourth lover? Was I pushing the odds too hard? I knew I would have to do it. It was the only way I could live with myself and stay with Tracy. Some one had to -- just absolutely had to -- pay for the cheating that my wife was doing on me. It just wasn't in me to go after Tracy so it had to be her lover who paid. I'd gotten away with it three times, but would a fourth be pushing my luck? I just had to hope and pray that it never needed to happen.

But of course it did.

There was a bit of a difference on the fourth one. As usual it was over the dinner table.

"Honey" Tracy said, "You know that I've always wanted four kids right?" I nodded a yes and she said, "I need a huge favor sweetheart."

"You know I'll do it my love. I'll do anything to make you happy."

"I know that Walt, but this favor is huge." 

"What is it baby? You know I'll do it if I can."

She gave me a long look and then said, "I'm pregnant and I want you to leave the father alone."

I starred at her stunned. 

"Don't look at me like that honey; I've known since Bob that you were the one who put Bob and Marvin in the hospital and Warren in the dumpster where he was found. No way it could have been a coincidence, but did you have to kill Warren?"

I let out a deep breath and said, "I didn't mean to kill him, but he was smarter than the first two. He knew who I was even though I was wearing a ski mask or at least he guessed who I was. He sneered at me and said, "Some man you are. Can't satisfy your wife so you pick fights with a man who can" and I lost it. I went into a blind rage and when I was done he was dead."

"You never had a bully named Marvin did you?"

"No, but there was no way I was going to let you humiliate me any farther than you already had by letting you name the baby after your lover."

"It wasn't to humiliate you Walt. At the time I didn't know that you knew and all I wanted was for the baby to have something of his real father besides DNA."

"So why didn't you try to name the second one Roberta?"

"Because by then I had put two and two together and I was pretty sure that you were behind what had happened to Marv and Bob. I wasn't positive until I found out what happened to Warren. I just don't understand why you did it."

"Of course you do Tracy. You cheated on me with those assholes and someone had to pay and there was no way on God's Earth that I could hurt you."

"But why such a savage beating? Why did you have to destroy their genitals?"

"So you wouldn't leave me for them."

"Good God Walter; why would you ever think I would do that?"

"Because they could give you kids and I couldn't."

"Walter Walton!! You can't possibly be that stupid! I love you and I always have. I would never leave you. Not ever!"

"Then why were you out taking on lovers?"

"They weren't lovers Walter. All they were to me were sperm donors. When we didn't have kids and I tested fine I began to suspect that you lied to me when you told me that you were fine. One night after we made love I hurried into the bathroom and spooned your sperm out of me and took it into a lab to be tested. I found out that you were as sterile as it was possible to be and I also knew why you lied to me about it. You loved me and were afraid I'd leave you for someone who could give me the kids I wanted. No way was I ever going to leave you Walt, but I gambled that you loved me enough to stay with me if I gave you some other man's child. 

"They were never my lovers Walter. My fuckers yes, but never my lovers. I don't know if you even noticed, but every one of them was like you. Same hair color, same eye color, same height and weight. I picked them solely because they were close enough to you in appearance so the kids would resemble you. I repeat Walter, sperm donors is all they were and they didn't know that they were cheating on you with me because I never let them know I was married." 

"Then why did you keep fucking them after you got pregnant?"

"Because I need to taper off with them. If I just dropped them they might have come looking for me to find out why and I couldn't have that. I couldn't let them find out that I was married and then have them interfere in our lives."




Tracey



"Interfere?"

"What if when they found me and I was obviously pregnant and they wanted to know if it was theirs? What if they wanted a DNA test? And before you even ask not one of them was any better than you and only one of them was bigger and he wasn't longer just bigger around. And yes I enjoyed it. It was sex and I like sex and you know that from as much as I give you."

"You don't consider that cheating on me? You don't think you were stabbing me in the back?"

"No I didn't. You knew how much I wanted kids and you lied to me when you told me that you tested fine. As far as you were concerned you would have let me keep trying until we were old and gray. You were going to cheat me out of my kids and so I cheated and got them. When you accepted Louie I knew you loved me too much to kick me out so I went for number two and you accepted her so I went for number three and then four.

"I have my four kids now Walter and I'm through looking for sperm donors. I watched you with the kids Walter. You are a natural daddy. It is a role you were born to play and it is too damned bad that fate made it so you couldn't have any. We are blessed Walter. We have each other and we have three great kids and one of the reasons they are great is because of the way you have raised them. They may not have your DNA, but they have everything else of yours. They have your love and affection and guidance. They wouldn't be what they are without you and I know it. I hope you do too. So, will you let number four ride?"

"You aren't going to leave me for him?"

"Of course not you dummy. I love you with all my heart and I will never leave you. My biggest fear has always been that you would leave me. I took one hell of a gamble each time I got one of my babies. I was scared to death you would kick me out."

"I guess as long as I know that you are mine I can rein in my violent streak."

Tracy threw her arms around me and said, "I want you. Now!" and she pulled me up to the bedroom. Tracy reduced me to ruins that night. After the first time she got me up three more times and she was trying for a fourth when I fell asleep on her.

++++++++++++++++++++++

"I don't know about you, but when I'm alone and with nothing to do my mind goes to work wondering about things. Maybe you can give me some answers to these questions.

Can you cry under water?

How important does a person have to before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?

Since bread is square why is sandwich meat round?

Why does a round pizza come in a square box?

"What disease did cured ham actually have?

Why do people pay to go up to the top of tall buildings and the put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?

How come we chose from just two people for president and fifty for Miss America?

Once you're in heaven do you get stuck with wearing the clothes you were buried in for all eternity?

Why do you have to put your two cents in, but it's only a penny for your thoughts? Where does that extra penny go?

How is it that we put a man on the moon before we figured out that it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?

Why is it that people say they slept like a baby when babies wake up like every two hours?

And the one that really gets to me...why do doctors call their work practice?"

I drank my beer and listened to the stand up comic and wondered what the draw for this place was for Darnell. Dar finally arrived. I saw him when he walked in and I waved him over to the table. I already had a beer sitting there for him and as he sat down he said:

"What? Again? Why don't you wake up Walt? The solution to the problem is to get rid of the cause."

"I can't Dar; I am hopelessly in love with her. The good news is that this should be the last time."

"What if it isn't?"

"Then she's gone. If it happens again she will have looked me in the eye and flat out lied to me. I know it sounds stupid to someone else, but to me there is a major difference between her cheating and her lying. Yes, cheating is lying in a way because you have to lie to hide it. You have to lie about where you are going; where you have been and what you were doing while you were gone. 

"I admit I have wimped out as far as what she did to get the kids, but I'm a good deal to blame for it because after Louie I knew what she was doing and I didn't stop it. But yesterday she looked me in the face and said it was over and that there would be no more."

"Whoa up there bud. What did I miss here?"

I told him about my after dinner conversation with Tracy.

"You promised her that you would let the latest one ride?"

"I didn't promise; I just led her to believe that I would restrain myself this time."

"But you aren't going to right?"

"Right."

"She is going to be pissed at you."

"Tough shit. I bought what she told me and I understand her reasoning and I did abet things by accepting Louie in the beginning, but someone still has to pay for her cuckolding me and it just isn't in me to do anything to Tracy. It might have been different if she got up one morning and said, "I'm ready for number four" and then had waited for her most fertile time and then gone out and hooked up with someone that night and then come home and waited to see if it took or not, but that isn't the way it was. She found someone, stayed with it until she knew she was pregnant and then kept on seeing him.

"Hell Dar; the only reason we found out who the guys were was because she kept screwing them after telling me that she was pregnant. What does it take to find out you're knocked up? Five or six weeks or so right? That means she has been fucking the guy for three or four months and who knows how long it would have gone on if I hadn't stepped in and shut the guy down. 

"Tracy said she needed to taper off to keep the guy from coming around and causing problems, but what the fuck does taper off mean? Three months? Six months? A year? I'll never know, but I do know this. She told me she had her four and she was done and if she lied she will be out on her ass. As wimpy as I have been with her over the kids I will not accept her looking me in the face and flat out lying to me."

"How are you ever going to know? If she meant it when she said she had her four kids and it was enough, but she keeps on cheating how are you going to know? The only reason that you know what you do know is because she tells you when she gets knocked up. If she never gets knocked up again how will you know she isn't out getting banged again?"

"I'm just going to have to keep a close eye on her from now on. Do some spot checking on the nights she goes with her friends or stops for drinks after work. Maybe even swing by the house during the day."

"I can show you how to put a recorder on your phone line if you would like."

"Yeah! I guess I would like to do that."

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Three weeks later Dar called me and told me to meet him at the Strip. It was another Wednesday and I would almost swear that it was the same comic who had been there almost every other time I'd met Dar there.

""My wife was screaming at me: "Leave! Get out of this house right now!"

As I was walking out the door she yelled, "I hope you die a slow and painful death."

So I turned around and replied, "Oh, so now you want me to stay."

"Twelve signs that you are an EXTREME REDNECK.

You let your fourteen year old daughter smoke at the table in front of her kids.

You've been married three times and still have the sames.

You think that a woman out of your league bowls on a different night.

Your wife's hairdo was once ruined by the ceiling fan.

The Halloween pumpkin on your porch has more teeth than your spouse.

Some one in your family died right after saying, "Hey guys, watch this."

You think that the last words of the Star Spangled Banner are "Gentlemen, start your engines." You have a full set of bowls and they all say Cool Whip on the side.

Your junior prom offered day care.

One of your kids was born on a pool table.

You think loading the dishwasher means getting your wife drunk.

The Blue Book value of your truck goes up and down depending on how much gas is in it.

You think that Possum is the other white meat."

I didn't see him come in and didn't know he was there until he sat down at the table with me. I waved Maggie over and ordered two more beers as he slid an envelope over to me.

"Are you sure you don't want to just kick her out and be done with it?" he asked.

"Why ask me that now?

"She has met him fourteen out of the last twenty-one days. Does that sound like tapering off to you?"

"No Dar, it doesn't. Not one little bit."

"What are you going to do?"

"Put in that phone tap you talked about and then wait a week or two and see what I can find out. I really don't want to push her out, but my wimpiness has limits. If I take a day off work tomorrow can we do it while she is at work?"

"Can do."

He gave me a list of what to buy and I hit a Radio Shack on the way home and purchased the stuff.

Dar met me at the house at ten and by ten-thirty I had a recording device on the phone line that was voice activated. The recorder was digital and could record up to thirty-nine hours before it would record over itself. I'd purchased two of them so I could pull what I wanted off of the phone device to have it on the other recorder without fear of losing it to being recorded over.

"Good luck bud" Dar said as he left.

Since I had taken the day off I decided to use some of the day to spot check on Tracy. Her job was only part time and started at nine so she could be home to get the kids off to school and she got off at two so she could be home by three-thirty when the kids started coming home. Marion Elise was still too young to go to school, but Tracy was able to take Elsie to work with her.

I was parked down the street when Tracy came out of the building at five after two. She got little Elsie settled in the car and then pulled out of the parking lot. She turned and headed away from our house and I pulled away from the curb and followed her. She drove to the Motel 6 on Parker and pulled up next to an F-250 pick up. Tracy got out of the car, got Elsie out and then followed the man who got out of the truck to room 113. They went into the room and the door closed behind them.

I sat and watched the door to that room until three- forty. Tracy came out with Elsie, got her strapped into the car and then opened her purse and touched up her makeup. Satisfied with what she saw in the mirror she started the car and headed for home. I waited until the man came out and I took a good look at him. He matched the description I'd gotten from Darnell and when he pulled out I saw that his plate numbers were the same numbers that Darnell had put in his report,

I didn't know what to think. Surely Tracy wouldn't be fucking the guy with Elsie in the room would she? If she had fucked the guy had she used the room's shower to clean herself up or was she going to shower when she got home. Or, and it was a disturbing thought, was she going to shower at all? Whenever Tracy and I made love she was always hot and wet and I had always assumed that sex made her juice a lot, but was that wetness really sloppy seconds and why hadn't that thought ever occurred to me before? I know that it was a little late for it, but I was staring to have bad thoughts about where my marriage was headed.

I decided to go on home and if Tracy asked me why I was home early I would tell her that something I ate for lunch had given me an upset stomach. It wouldn't be a lie because there was definitely something that didn't agree with me and it was sitting in the pit of my stomach and sending messages to my brain that said, "You've been played Walter."

I got home and heard the shower running when I walked in and that made me feel a little better. Tracy was surprised to see me when she came down the stairs and I gave her my story.

"I hope you feel better tonight baby because I feel super horny today."

"Why? What happened to light your fire today?"

"You know I get super horny when I'm pregnant."

"Yeah, but I've never understood why."

"I suppose it is a combination of two or three things. My hormones are scrambled by the changes in my body. I feel guilty for cheating on you so I'm trying to make it up to you. Plus I feel the need to reward you for being the man you are and for you putting up with me and my ways. And then there is the biggie of course; I am madly in love with you."

I listened to all that she said and I wanted to believe it. Oh God did I ever want to believe it. That night I did make love to her and she was as hot and as wet as ever. I knew she had showered and cleaned up when she got home from the motel so being hot and wet when she was horny was probably her natural state and I wasn't getting sloppy seconds. The relief I felt over finding that out was enormous. 

It was a relief that didn't last long.

+++++++++++++++++++++

It was two days before I was able to get to the recorder on the phone line. After a bunch of junk calls I heard a man's voice.

"Hello?"

"Hi baby; miss me?"

"You know I do."

"Meet me this afternoon?"

"I can do that. Same time and place?"

"For today, but we need to talk about finding some other way of doing it. Elsie is getting too big to keep putting her in the bathroom with coloring books and toys and closing the door on her. She is getting big enough to open the bathroom door and walk in on us."

"We can always use your place."

"No we can't and you know it. That would be the quickest way to get caught. Either Walt or one of the kids coming home early and we would be busted. Same reason you can't call me here. I can call you because there isn't anyone home, but we have no idea who might be here if you were to call me."

"Just leave him and live with me then."

"Don't be silly Boyd. We both know you aren't husband material and you damned sure aren't father material. You haven't shown any interest in any of our kids at all. You can't even be friendly with Elsie when we are together."

"So I don't like rug rats; so what! Leave them with doofus. What the hell Trace; he treats them as his anyway."

"Why would I leave my babies Boyd? Everything we have done was to get me those babies."

"Okay, okay, I give up. This afternoon, same time and place."

"See you there. Bye."

"Our kids" she had said to him. "Our kids" like all of the kids were his. Was that what she meant or was it just a slip of the tongue? Not husband material? Had she been considering him as a husband at one time? There was that voice from the pit of my stomach again.

"You are being played Walt."

Maybe I was, but one thing I knew for sure -- I was going to get some answers.

Three days later Boyd Mattingly was attacked and savagely beaten and left lying behind the dumpster in back of Bud's Bar. Severe damage was done to his genitals and a source at the hospital said he would lose one testicle and quite possibly both.

Tracy came home from work and found me in the kitchen drinking a beer and waiting for her.

"What are you doing home lover? More stomach troubles?"

"Sit down Tracy; we need to talk."

She sat down and asked, "Talk about what baby?"

"About kids and our marriage."

"I thought I already went over that with you."

"Yes you did, but I have learned a few things lately that make me question whether you told me the truth or not. Based on what I've learned I am going to ask you one time for the complete unvarnished truth. If I get it we may -- just may -- be able to put things behind us and move ahead. If I hear one lie or I even think I'm hearing one I'm going to pack and leave. One chance to be straight with me Tracy; that's all you get."

"I don't understand Walt. Be straight about what?"

"Everything since your finding out I couldn't father kids. I'm not telling you any more than that. I'm not going to say anything that you think might give you wiggle room in what you may say. I will say that I now know more than you think I do which is how I'll know if some of what you say is lies. One chance Tracy and I am as serious as death here. One chance to save your marriage. That of course is if you want to save it."

"Of course I want my marriage Walt. I love you and you fucking well know I do."

"Then the straight story Tracy. The truth and nothing but the truth. Go."

She looked at me and I could read it on her face. "What can I tell him? What can I hide? What can I get away with?" I sat there and waited.

"I told you everything Walt. I told you how I found out you were sterile and what I decided to do to get the children that I wanted."

"That's it? That's your story and you're sticking to it?"

"It's the truth Walt. I swear to God it's the truth."

I just looked at her for several moments and then said, "You can't say that I didn't give you a chance Tracy" and I stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"To pack. I told you one lie and I was out of here."

I went down into the basement and got a couple of suitcases and headed for our bedroom to pack. Tracy came in as I was emptying my sock drawer.

"You can't be serious about this Walt. I told you what happened. I told you all of it."

I took the recorder out of my pocket and pushed the play button.

"Hello?"

"Hi baby; miss me?"

Tracy's face sagged as the tape continued to play. I kept packing as it played out. By the time the conversation was over I had both suitcases packed and was getting ready to go to the kitchen and get some garbage bags for the rest of my stuff.

"That doesn't mean anything Walt. I told you I needed to taper with the guy I chose. That's all this was."

"Stop your goddamned lying Tracy! You just listened to the tape. Did you not hear the part where he said "Just leave them with doofus." He knows the kid in your belly is his and not mine. And what about the part where you said "You haven't shown any interest in any of our kids." Our kids? Our kids means more than one. And tapering off? You call seeing him twenty-one times in thirty days tapering?"

Dar had told me fourteen out of the last twenty-one, but that was weeks ago so I guessed at what had happened since.

"All I can say Tracy is run to Boyd. He may not be husband and father material, but he is all you have now because I'm out of here as soon as I get all my stuff gathered up."

"I don't want Boyd Walt. I want you. I love you!"

"No you don't Tracy. What you love is the fact that you had a dumb-shit busting his as to take care of you and your kids while you fucked around on him."

"That's not true Walt. I've done everything I can to show you that I love you. I have never given you any less than my best."

"Except when you are giving it to some one else. Some one like Boyd, Marvin, Bob, Warren and God only knows how many others. I gave you a chance top come clean with me Tracy and you didn't take it even after I warned you what would happen if you lied."

"I couldn't take it Walt. If I told you the truth you would despise me."

"Any other man would have despised you when you gave him his first illegitimate kid let alone three more."

"If I tell you the whole story will you promise not to leave me?"

"No promises Tracy. It will all depend on my believing what you tell me and right now you have put me in a position where I take everything I hear from you with a grain of salt."

She gave me a long look and then said, "It started just like I told you. When I found out you were sterile I knew that you had hidden it from me because you were afraid that I'd leave you for some one who could give me babies. I thought that if you loved me that much you might accept a child that wasn't yours to keep me. I gambled that you would, but if you wouldn't then we would get a divorce and get on with our lives. It was a huge gamble on my part because I love you and didn't want to lose you, but I wanted my babies.




Tracey



"I looked around for some one who resembled you and settled on Boyd. I hid the fact that I was married and over time I let him seduce me. I say over time because I wasn't going to let him score until my fertile time. A week before my most fertile time I gave it up and then we kept at it until I knew I was pregnant. A couple of things happened during that time. I decided that I wanted all my kids to have the same father and that meant that I'd have to keep Boyd around and the only way I could do that was keep seeing him. So even after I got pregnant we still got together once or twice a week.

"The other thing that happened is I realized that even if you did accept the baby I knew you well enough to know that you would go looking for my lover. I needed to protect Boyd because I needed him for a couple more babies so just before I told you I was pregnant I broke up with Boyd, let Marvin pick me up and do me until I saw what you were going to do. When Marvin was attacked and beaten I was pretty sure that you were the one who did it. All the bull-crap over Marvin's name was to burn into your mind that Marvin was my lover and you wouldn't think of anyone else. After Marvin was out of the way I got back together with Boyd.

"When I started showing with Jason Boyd told me to forget about trying to get him to marry me because he couldn't stand kids. He did offer to pay for an abortion and that's when I told him that I was married and that the baby was yours. He got a kick out of screwing married women so even though we only got together two or three times a month he was okay with it. When I decided that it was time for the second one I didn't worry much about it because of the way you accepted Louie, but I was still gambling and I was scared that wile you accepted the first one you might not go for a second.

"Once I decided to tell you that I was pregnant again I remembered what had happened to Marvin so I went into my protect Boyd mode, broke up with him and let Bobby hook up with me. When he was assaulted I knew for sure that it was you. You accepted my second pregnancy and I waited two months and then got back together with Boyd. When I decided that it was time for number three was when Boyd figured it out. When I first let him seduce me we made it damned near every day until I knew I was pregnant and then I tapered off to two or three times a month. When I was ready for number two I wanted it every day until it took and then I tapered off. The same thing with number three. Frenzied fucking until I was pregnant and when I started tapering off Boyd asked:

"Is your husband really so dumb that he really believes all my kids are his?"

"I tried to convince him that he was wrong, but he wasn't buying it. Finally he said he could have DNA tests done. I asked him why he would bother since he didn't even like kids and he told me that he didn't want the kids, but he hated being played for a fool. So I told him the whole story and how it all came about. Then he wanted to know why I kept breaking up with him after I got pregnant and then getting back with him after two or three months so I told him how I went about protecting him. He got a big laugh out of it and life went on. 

"And then I got number four. That's when I got stupid. I told you what I had guessed about Marvin, Bob and Warren and got you to promise me that you wouldn't go after the father of number four. Not that I was desperate to protect him since I had my four and wasn't going to have any more, but because I was afraid that the odds would catch up with you and you would get caught. You said you wouldn't bother him so I didn't bother to find a substitute like I did with the first three.

"Before you even bring it up I was tapering off with Boyd. He has been trying to talk me into leaving you and I am not going to do that, but since I don't need Boyd anymore I needed to force a big fight so I could break things off with him in a way that he won't expect me to come back to him and he wouldn't bother coming around. I thought that the more I saw him the more he would push me to leave you and finally he would push me just enough and I'd blow up on him, walk away and not look back. It probably would have happened tomorrow or next Monday at the latest."

"That's one hell of a story Tracy. Just way out enough to be believable, but I still have my doubts. I'm still thinking that all I am to you is a support system for you and your kids. Your story is one of those "Tell him anything to keep him here and paying the bills" kinds of thing."

"I don't need to tell you a story to keep you here paying the bills or at least just paying the bills Walt. If that was all that I wanted I would just tell you that you had better keep paying the bills if you knew what was good for you. Pay the bills or I'd go to the police and tell them what I knew about Marvin, Bob and Warren. They would reopen those cases and be after you in a heart beat. No Walt, I want to keep you around because I want you and no one else but you. But I guess I will understand if after hearing what I've just said you don't want me."

"I don't know Tracy. I've loved you since the day I met you and I've spent all of our married life being afraid that I'd lose you because I couldn't father your babies, but I've got to tell you that it set a whole lot better with me thinking that each of your kids had a different father than finding out that they all have the same father. To my mind on the one hand there were three guys who moved into your life and then were gone after three months or so, but now I find that on the other hand you've had a fourteen year affair with just one man. A man who didn't just fuck you when you needed to get pregnant, but who fucked you on a steady basis week after week, month after month and year after year. I don't know that I can get by that Tracy. I just don't know if I can accept that."

"It wasn't an affair Walt. I was only doing what I had to do to keep him available. Look at it another way. I was doing what you were doing. You were putting up with me and my ways to keep me around. I did what I did to keep Boyd around. Basically doing the same thing. Doing what we thought we had to do."

"I'm sorry Tracy, but I just don't see it that way. Fourteen years you were seeing a man behind my back and having sex with him as much or even more than you were having it with me."

"That's not true Walt. Yes he was getting it two or three times a month, but you were getting it three and four times a week. Anyway, it is over Walt. When I see him tomorrow I'll tell him that you know it all and that he and I are through."

"He already knows that I know and if you see him tomorrow it will be at the hospital and not the motel."

"What did you do Walt? You promised!"

"I didn't promise anything Tracy. What I said was that I would rein in my violent streak and all I meant by that was that I wouldn't destroy his cock and balls like I did the other three. I'd leave him his manhood, but he still had to pay for fucking my wife. That was until I heard the tape. After that all bets were off. It is a good thing that four was your limit because when I finished with him there wasn't a chance in hell that he could give you number five."

"Then I guess I don't need to tell him it's over, but that's not what's important to me. You are what is important to me. I can't lose you Walt; I just can't lose you."

"I don't know Tracy. I've got a lot of hard thinking to do and I'll tell you up front that things aren't looking to good for you."

"What about the kids Walt? Your leaving would devastate them. And how would you be able to be apart from them? They mean as much to you as they do to me."

"You don't get it do you? They are your kids and not mine. I am with them the way I am to please you and to keep you happy. Your staying happy enough with me to stay with me was my goal in taking care of the children. Only now I'm not so sure that I want you staying with me. Your long term relationship with the father of your children has changed everything. And given that relationship I'm hard put to believe that I'm anything other than support for you and your kids."

"Damn it Walter Walton I love you! What do I have to do to prove it to you?"

"I have no idea Tracy. All I know right now is that what you have done up till now has gone a long way toward making me doubt it."

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know Tracy. All I know is that right now I need to get away from here. I've got some thinking to do and being around you won't help the thought process. There is also the fact that Boyd knows who fucked him up and he also knows about the other three so he might point the cops at me."

"The other three?"

"Have you forgotten your story already? You told me that you told him how you had protected him and he laughed remember? So in addition to fucking him behind my back for fourteen years you also gave him the ammunition to get the cops to reopen the cases on Marvin, Bob and Warren."

"I didn't give him names. He doesn't know who or when so he can't give them anything."

"I'm not going to bet on it. I'm just not going to be here if the cops show up."

"Please don't go Walt. I'll do anything you want, but please don't leave me."

"I'll be in touch" I said as I walked out the door. I wasn't even out of the driveway when my cell phone started ringing. I shut it off and continued on my way.

+++++++++++++++++

Thinking that Tracy would figure that I'd find a motel close to work and that she would try to find me I drove over to the other side of town to find a motel. The Castle Inn had an attached restaurant so that is where I settled in.

As I unpacked I thought about the story that Tracy had told me. It was just way out enough to be true, but even if it was true I didn't think that it would make a difference in how I was feeling. A fourteen year relationship with one man was a bit more than I could handle. Most men wouldn't have put up with two or three month affairs that she supposedly had with Marvin, Bob and Warren, but I had been hopelessly in love with Tracy and I put up with what she did to stay with her. But fourteen years with one man? 

Then there was the side of Tracy that I had never known existed. She had cold bloodedly set up Marvin, Bob and Warren to take the heat off of Boyd. I'd never known that cold, hard side of her which brought up the question "What else don't I know about her? What other cold and hard things had she done?

I went over to the restaurant to get a bite to eat. The waitress was a very sexy looking lady and as I watched her move around the room I pondered the differences in attitudes between Tracy and me. She had casually fucked four other men -- at least that I knew of -- during our marriage and I had never even thought of playing with another woman. I'd even had some ladies come on to me and I had never given playing with them a moments thought.

As I sat there and watched the waitress, Judy was her name according to her name tag, I had the thought that even if I did somehow manage to stay with Tracy she owed me four 'get out of jail free' cards and the mood I was in just then I'd damned sure use every one of them.

I'd finished my meal and was wondering what to do next when Judy came up and asked me if I wanted desert. I wanted to say, "Yes please. I'd like a double order of you" but I said:

"No thanks. Got to watch the waist."

"Bullshit Walt. You look just as fit as you did in high school."

"Do I know you?"

"No. You were two years ahead of me and seniors didn't pay any attention to us mere sophomores."

"I was that bad?"

"You all were. No biggie; that's just the way things were back then. You still married to that tramp Tracy?"

That one caught me flat footed and I just stared at her.

"You didn't know did you?"

I finally got my wits about me and said, "No I didn't, but yes, I'm still married to her although I probably won't be for much longer. Can I ask you for a favor?"

"You can ask, but no guarantees."

"When do you get off?"

"In an hour. Why?"

"Would you have coffee or a drink with me? I'd like to hear more about this 'tramp' stuff."

"I could do that. O'Malley's Tavern is just up the street. How about I meet you there in an hour."

I was sitting in a booth when she came in. She spotted me and came over and sat down. She was no sooner seated when the waitress set a drink down in front of her.

"I take it you come here often."

"My brother owns the place. I drink for free. So what do you want to know about Tracy?"

"I'm going through a very hard time with Tracy right now and your 'tramp' remark set off a few warning bells. I'd like to know why you called her a tramp because it might just have some bearing on my current situation."

"It is simple enough. While the two of you were dating she was seeing other guys on the side. She had a reputation as an easy piece if you could get a date with her."

"This just hearsay or do you know for sure?"

"I know for sure. Once at a birthday party at Jimmy Swenson's she took on Jimmy, Boyd Mattingly and Darnell Parsons at the same time and didn't seem to care that she was being watched. I think you were working that night. Anyway, I stood in the doorway and watched as she took Darnell in the back door, Jimmy in her vagina and Boyd in her mouth. Another time at another party I saw her pull a train. Nine guys and she did them two and three at a time."

"I know Jimmy and Darnell, but not this Boyd guy."

"No reason you would. He is Darnell's cousin and he didn't go to our school."

"Darnell's cousin?"

"Yeah. I was surprised when she married you instead of Darnell. I thought for sure that she would marry him. He was the one she spent most of her time with when you weren't around. From the look on your face right now I'd say that your troubles with her are because of other men."

"You would be right." 

"For what it us worth I had a major crush on you back then and I'm single do if you dump Tracy give me a call. Maybe we can find out what we missed by not connecting in high school."

I looked at her for a few moments and then I smiled and asked her for her phone number. If what Judy had just told me was true my love for Tracy had just died a quick death. Darnell? My super duper A-One 'got your back' buddy banging my girl while we were going steady? His cousin Boyd the father of all of Tracy's kids? He turned his cousin over to me knowing what I was going to do? Something was really, really rotten in Denmark. 

Then I remembered that it was Darnell's idea to put a tap on the phone. Did he and Tracy set up Boyd for some reason? Had Darnell been porking Tracy all along? I didn't know that I would ever find out, but I was damned sure going to try. One thing for sure, at least to my mind, was that Tracy knew about the phone tap. If she and Darnell hadn't set it up then she would know because of the tape I'd played her. I had some serious thinking to do.

The next day at work I arranged a shift change with Bennie Kotlarz. He would work my day shift for a week and I would work his mid-night shift. At lunch I hit Radio Shack and bought four more voice activated tape recorders. I had dinner that night at the motel restaurant, but Judy wasn't there. I asked and found out that she was on her days off.

The next day would be the day I'd start working the grave shift so I slept in late, had breakfast at the restaurant and at ten I drove over to the house. Tracy should be at work and the kids would be in school. Tracy's car was gone so I went into the house and headed for the basement. The recorder was gone so either Dar or Tracy had taken it off the line. I went up to the bedroom and hid one of the recorders I'd just bought and then I hid one in the kitchen. I placed the third in the living room and then I went outside the house to place the fourth one. I went to where the phone line went into the house and tapped the line. Even if Dar and Tracy thought I might tap the line they would be looking inside the house or at least I was gambling that they would. Being outside I didn't expect that it would hold up well if the weather turned bad, but I hoped that it would at least last a week. If I couldn't find out anything by then it wouldn't matter. I checked to make sure that I'd left nothing that would show I'd been there and then I took off.

+++++++++++++++++++++

When I got off work the next morning I called Darnell and asked him to meet me at the Strip around eight. It was a Wednesday night again, but this time it was a different wanna be comic. This one was a foxy looking lady so I paid attention more to treat my eyes than to enjoy a laugh or two.

"Have you ever felt like strangling one of those loud mouth cell phone users who seem to sit near you in a restaurant or any other place and forcibly share their private call with you? I figured out all you have to do is take part in the call. It was just yesterday that it happened to me again. I'd had a hard day at work and I found a seat and settled in just as the bus departed. As the bus pulled out into traffic the guy sitting next to me pulled out his cell phone and started talking in a loud voice.

"Hi sweetheart. I'm on the bus."

"Yes, I do know that it is six-thirty and not four-thirty, but I had a long meeting."

"No, no honey, not with that floozie from Accounting."

"No sweetheart, you are the only one in my life."

"Yes I'm sure sweetie, cross my heart."

Fifteen minutes later he was still talking and I finally got fed up with it and I yelled:

"Hey Eric; Turn off that stupid phone and come back to bed."

I don't know what happened to him when he did get home, but I had a smile on my face for days."

She was just finishing when Darnell came in. Maggie saw him and had his PBR at the table when he got there. As he sat down he said:

"What is it this time? She can't get pregnant again until she has the one that's in the oven now."

"Nothing like that. Just down in the dumps and wanted the company of a friend. I took your advice. The solution to the problem was to get rid of the cause. I've left Tracy. This last one was just too much for me to take." 

I told him the story that Tracy had told me and then said, "I was able to handle it when I thought that she was just hooking up to get pregnant with a different guy each time, but to find out that all along it was only one guy and that it had been ongoing was more than I could take. I'll probably end up paying alimony, but at least they won't be able to hook me for child support. Thank God they discovered a way to check DNA. I'll have to sell the house and split the money with her, but I don't want the place anyway. Too many memories of the cheating bitch in the place."

We talked and drank beer for the next hour and then I said that I needed to get back to my rooming house and get some sleep before going to work in the morning. As I left the Strip I wondered if he would tell Tracy I was staying at a rooming house instead of a motel. I smiled at the thought of her trying to find rooming houses so she could find me. Then I realized if she really wanted to find me all she would have to do was put Darnell on the case. He was a cop and he had the resources. Oh well, I thought, nothing I can do about it but hope that she didn't try.

++++++++++++++++++++

I worked my shift and then, because Thursday was one of Tracy's days off I went back to my room and slept until three. When I got up I took the car in for an oil change and tire rotation. 

I had dinner at the restaurant and made a date with Judy to meet at O'Malley's when she got off work. We had a few drinks and talked. I found out that she had been married, but had lost her husband in Iraq. She had been pregnant at the time and the shock at hearing that he had been killed had caused a miscarriage. There were no men currently in her life:




Tracey



"So you have a clear field" she said.

"Only one small problem with that. I'm still married."

"I've heard that there is a cure for that. It's called divorce."

"It is looking more and more like things are headed in that direction."

"If you would like to take me out on my next night off I can promise not to try and take advantage of you. I will respect your status as long as you want me to."

"Sounds like it might be fun, but I need to wait and see how things go for the next couple of days."

"You know where to find me."

The next morning when I got off shift I had breakfast and read the morning paper while I waited for Tracy to head off to work. At ten I swung by the house and checked the recorders. The one on the phone line had a bunch of calls and conversations that meant nothing, but there were three of interest. The first one was Darnell calling Tracy and telling her that he had talked to me and that I'd told him I was divorcing her. She broke down and started crying and said:

"He can't. I love him. He can't divorce me. I have to talk to him Dar. Find him for me. Please find him for me."

"I'll try babe, but I'm not making any promises."

The second call was from someone named Mel and wanted to know if things were still on for that afternoon and Tracy said that they were.

The third was from Darnell asking if he could stop by that evening and Tracy said yes. This normally wouldn't have raised an eyebrow because "Uncle Dar" was always coming over. What made this one different was that to my knowledge Uncle Dar had never come over when I wasn't at home. But then I was finding out that there seemed to be a hell of a lot I didn't know.

There was nothing on the kitchen recorder except cooking and cleaning noises and Tracy talking to the kids over dinner. They kept asking where I was and she told them I was on a business trip and would be away for a while.

The living room recorder was pretty much the same. Normal home life noises for the most part, but there was one interesting section. The door bell rang and a moment latter I heard Louie holler out that Uncle Dar was here. Then there was 'Uncle Dar" talking and playing with the kids until Tracy told them it was time to go to bed. There was the sound of the TV while Darnell waited for Tracy to put the kids down and come back to the room.

"They are in bed. We will give them a few minutes and then we can go into the bedroom. Have you seen him? Talked to him?"

"Not since the night at the bar. I'm having trouble locating rooming houses. Most are not businesses, just homes that have rooms for rent and there must be a thousand of them here in the city."

"You have to find him Dar. I have to convince him that I love him and don't want to live without him."

"I'm trying babe. That's all I can do is try."

"Come on. Let's go to the bedroom."

The recorder in the bedroom was a mine of information.

The sound of the bedroom door opening and then closing and then Tracy saying:

"Hurry up; I need it." 

"I'm hurrying as fast as I can."

Then there was the sound of the two of them having sex with Tracy making all of the noises that I knew so well. Finally it was over and Darnell said:

"Things aren't looking too good babe. I guess we read him wrong. We thought that he loved you enough that he would take it and roll with it like he did with the first three. We shouldn't have tried to get cute. We shouldn't have done the Boyd thing. We should have stayed with the plan that worked so well the first three times. We should have just set up some other turkey for Walt to take it out on."

"How is Boyd?"

"He lost both testicles, but other than a missing tooth and a few loose ones he's okay."

"I'm so sorry for him."

"Don't be. He knew what was likely to happen when he agreed to the plan. Besides, the cancer is going to take him down in the next couple of months anyway."

"Still, it shouldn't have happened. All you had to do was tell Walt that I was being good and not seeing anyone after I told him about the pregnancy."

"We needed to put his mind at rest. As long as he was thinking about you and other guys he would always have wondered if you were going out and playing behind his back and he might have started checking up on you and we couldn't have that. Setting Boyd up as the father of all the kids should have taken care of that angle. We just miscalculated. We had no way of knowing how he would take one man being the father of all four. And it is all my fault. I was behaving like a best friend was supposed to behave and telling him stuff like he should get rid of you because of what you had done and how could he ever trust you. I only did it because I knew he loved you and wouldn't do it. I should have just kept my mouth shut."

"Now he is gone and it all just seems so stupid."

"Maybe, but what if he decided to get a private detective? How long would it have taken a detective to find out all about what we have been up to?"

"Not long I suppose."

"I always said that he should have been brought into it back in the beginning."

"Get serious Dar. You know him as well as I do. Can you really see him watching me do gangbangs and taking part? No way Dar and you know it. I love him and the only way I could keep him was to hide that part of me from him."

"That brings up something else. Do you want me to find a replacement for Boyd or will the five of us be enough?"

"No, we need six. I need three to be resting up and recovering. I can make do with five for a while, but I really do want six."

"I've got a guy who would be interested. He saw us having lunch one day and he told me that he thought you were hot!"

"Can he be trusted to keep quiet about it?"

"He's a cop and I know I can trust him. The only thing is that he is black. Are you okay with that?"

"I've never had a black man. If you are vouching for him I guess it will be okay."

There was a pause and then Tracy giggled and said, "Is it going to turn you on seeing black meat driving into my white pussy? Oh look! The thought does to turn you on. That or something has gotten you hard."

More sounds of sex and when it was over and resting Tracy said:

"What am I going to do Dar? I love Walt and if I lose him I'll die."

"No you won't and you know it. You have our four kids to take care of. You will miss Walt, but you will still have your babies."

"I don't want to miss him Dar. He belongs with me. What can I do?"

"Wait and see love. I know he loves you and if we give him some time he will realize it and come home." 

"But what if he doesn't? What if he does divorce me?"

"Then I'll marry you like I've always wanted to. Then we will be a family. You and me and our four kids. I can finally be the daddy to them that I've always wanted to be."

"I love you Dar, but nowhere as near as much as I love Walt. I was meant to grow old in Walt's arms and that's what I want."

"All I can say love is that if doesn't happen I'm going to be around and I'll step in and help you pick up the pieces."

"I need to talk to him Dar. Find him for me. If he won't come home I'll go to him. I have to show him how much I love him. I've got to get him to come home."

"I'll try lover. But for right now I'm about ready to go again. Your magic mouth would hurry things up."

There were more sounds of sex, but I turned the recorder off. I had what I needed. I rewound all of them and then left the house.

+++++++++++++++++++++

I didn't want Tracy to know where I was staying so I decided to finish things. I called Darnell and asked him to meet me at the house at six and then I called Tracy and told her I would be home to talk with her at six. I hit the bank and took half of the money out of checking, took all the savings, closed the savings account and then I drove back to my room and set the alarm for five.

I got up at five and showered and went to the restaurant to get a bite to eat. I asked Judy if she would meet me at O'Malley's when she got off work and she said she would be there.

I got to the house at five to six and Darnell was already there and he and Tracy were sitting at the kitchen table when I walked in. Tracy broke out in a smile and started to get up and I told her to stay seated.

"I'm not going to be here long. I have a short piece to say and then I'm out of here. Darnell, I've known you most of my life and I had always considered you the brother that I never had. I would have taken a bullet for you and in fact I did when I took the hit so you could go to the academy.

"Tracy, I loved since the since the seventh grade. I loved you more than life itself and up until a day or so ago I would have willingly died for you. I loved you so much that I let you stick me with another man's babies just so I could make sure that you would stay with me. Both of you meant the world to me and then I find out that I wasted years on a faithless whore and even more years on a back stabbing son of a bitch."

I pulled a recorder out of my pocket, set it down on the table in front of them.

"When I leave here I do not -- I repeat -- I do not want to lay eyes on either one of you again. I do not want to speak to you ever again. I don't want a birthday card, a Christmas card from you. I don't want an email or any other kind of communication with either of you. As far as I am concerned you are both dead to me and there is nothing that you can say or do that will change that. I pressed the 'play' button on the recorder and stood up, turned and headed for the front door. As I was opening the door I heard:

"Hurry up. I need it" and then I was out the door and gone.

+++++++++++++

Judy was in a booth at O'Malley's when I got there. I'd no sooner sat down than a PBR was set in front of me and the waitress said that it was on the house. I looked at Judy and she said:

"I told my brother that you were special to me. Stay on the good side of me and you will drink free in here. You look like you need it. Why the glum look chum?"

"I ended it with Tracy a half hour ago. I should be glad that I'm rid of her cheating ass, but it isn't that easy. I loved that woman to death and I thought that she returned that love and then I found out that she is a cheating slut."

I told Judy what I'd found out.

"It was a shock and it is going to take me a while to get over it. I know I said we would go out on your next night off, but I don't think I'm going to be good company for a while."

"Nonsense Walt. Right now is when you need someone to help you get by things. I'm here to help so let me, okay?"

I knew she was right so I nodded a yes.

"What will you do now" she asked.

"Get a lawyer and look for a place to live. A motel room is great for a couple of days, but I'm going to need to find something more permanent."

"There are some open apartments where I live. It is a pretty nice place and it has a pool and an exercise room."

I found out where it was and decided to check the place out the next day. We sat and talked until it was time for me to head off to work.

When I got to work I turned my cell phone back on and saw I had five voice mails and eleven missed messages. Eight of the missed messages were from Tracy and four were from Darnell and I cleared them off the phone and then listened to the voicemails. Four were from Tracy professing undying love and begging me to come back home and talk to her and the fifth was from Darnell and simply said that we needed to talk. Unfortunately for both Tracy and Darnell I'd meant what I'd said. I did not want to talk to or see either one of them ever again.

++++++++++++++++++++

The next day when I got off work I went over to Judy's apartment complex. I liked what I saw so I signed a lease and paid for the first and last months rent and the security deposit. It turned out that Judy's unit was just above the one I rented.

I rented a trailer and Judy went with me over to the house and helped me move out what I needed to furnish the apartment. The absence of what I took would drive home to Tracy that I was gone and that I wasn't coming back. The only thing I needed was a bed so we stopped at a furniture store and I bought one. By one I was moved in and Judy left to go to work.

I spent the rest of the day unpacking, setting up the computer and making a list of what I was going to have to buy. I needed pots and pans and some dishes and of course I was going to need some groceries.

I had dinner at the restaurant and Judy said we should skip O'Malley's that night and just go home. We talked and played cribbage until it was time for me to go to work. I'd had my cell turned off while at home, but I turned it back on when I headed for work. Six missed messages from Tracy and one from Darnell and there were four voicemails, three from Tracy and one from Darnell, and I listened to the same old shit before I deleted them.

I had two more days to work grave shift and then I would be going back to days and could consider taking Judy out on a date. The next day Judy went with me to Wal-Mart and we bought the items that I had on my list. We were just pulling out of the parking lot when I heard the "whoop whoop" of a police car and I looked in my rear view and saw the flashing lights. I pulled over and saw a black man in a suit get out of the police car and walk toward me. The suit was the giveaway and I turned my head and saw Darnell sitting on the passenger side of the cop car. I opened the glove compartment and got out the cassette recorder that I had there, turned it on, set it on the seat beside me and rolled down my window. The black guy walked up, bent down and looked into the car and then said:

"Please step out of the car sir."

"Why? What did I do? Spend too much money in the store?"

"Please get out of the car sir."

"I don't think so. I've already told Darnell I do not ever intend to speak to him again and a phony traffic stop isn't going to make it happen."

"Just make everything easier on everybody sir and step out of the car."

"You must be the cop that Darnell said he was going to recruit to fuck my about to be ex-wife."

"Are you going to step out of the car as I have requested?"

"No I am not" I said as I put the car in gear and stepped on the gas. I hung a right at the corner and then led the following cop car -- lights flashing and siren wailing -- toward police headquarters. I was not at all surprised when the cop car shut off their noise maker and attention getting lights about three blocks from the station and then drove on by as I pulled up and parked in front. 

I told Judy to take the car, find a parking spot and wait for my call. I ran inside, turned and watched Judy drive away and then headed down the hall. I'd been there before to visit Darnell so I knew the layout and I headed for the closest men's room. I took a whiz, washed my hands and then called Judy and asked Judy if the cop car was still around. She told me that it had kept on going and so I told her to pick me up out front.

When Judy and I got back to the apartment I fixed us lunch and then told Judy about why what had happened had come down.

"Darnell and your wife? All of these years?"

"Yep and I'd never have known if you hadn't made that tramp comment the first night at the restaurant."

I went on and explained the entire sorry story to her.

"Four babies and none of them yours and you accepted it?"

"I was hopelessly in love with Tracy and I wanted her to be happy and having kids is what made her happy. That was before I found out about Darnell though. That killed everything. Still want to hang around with me now that you know how stupid I am?" 

"Stupid isn't the way I would look at it."

"How would you look at it?"

"I see a man so devoted to and in love with his mate that he would do anything for her. Most women would kill to have a man like that and would treat him like he was made out of gold. The stupid one here is Tracy. How she could risk losing what she had in you is just plain out and out stupid."

She looked at her watch and said that she had to go to work and I asked if she would have breakfast with me in the morning when I got home from work and she said that she would.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

At the end of my shift in the morning the day shift supervisor asked me:

"You and the wife having problems Walt? Not talking to each other?"

"As a matter of fact we aren't talking. Why?"

"She was outside waiting in the parking lot for you at the end of day shift yesterday and the day before."

"I go back to days tomorrow so I guess I'll need to find a way to avoid her."

"Good luck on that."

I was in the kitchen making breakfast when the door bell rang. I was expecting Judy so I just opened the door with a smile on my face and found Tracy and Darnell standing there. I was shocked at how quickly they had managed to find me, but I quickly recovered and stepped aside to let them in. They walked into the room and then I stepped outside and pulled the door closed behind me and ran for the stairwell. I went up to the next floor and rang Judy's doorbell. When she opened the door I held a finger up to my lips so she wouldn't talk and I quickly stepped inside her apartment.

"I need a place to hide."

"Why? What's up?"

I told her and she laughed. "You do know you are going to have to have it out with them sooner or later."

"I'll settle for later. Much latter."

"I guess you won't be fixing me breakfast after all. I guess we will have to see if you can stomach my cooking."

While she worked in the kitchen I sat by her front window and watched the parking lot. I spotted Darnell's car, but didn't see Tracy's so I assumed they came together. Judy called me to the table and as we ate I asked her what she wanted to do latter on that evening.

"Tonight?"

"We did have a date for your next night off right? And that is tonight isn't it?"

"I'd forgotten, but yes we do. I'd like Mexican for dinner and country western dancing after."

"You got it. Come for you around six-thirty?"

"That will do nicely."

Darnell's car was still there when we finished eating breakfast so I shrugged my shoulders, took a deep breath and said:

"I guess I'll take your advice and get it over with."

"They still here?"

"Darnell's car is still sitting there. Call 911 if you hear gunshots."

"You're kidding right?"

"Never know. Darnell is a cop and he does carry a gun."

Judy walked up to me, hugged me and gave me a scorcher of a kiss. My first one from her. 

"That's incentive for you to behave and not do something that will make him pull that gun."

I smiled at her said, "Six-thirty" and then headed for my apartment.

They were sitting at the kitchen table eating what I'd been fixing for me and Judy. 

"Why don't you just make yourselves at home" I said sarcastically."

"Didn't know when you would be back and didn't want it to go to waste" Darnell said.

"What was it about I don't ever want to see or speak to you ever again that you didn't understand?"

"You were hot under the collar and pissed and we figured that you have had enough time to calm down."

"Why are you here?"

"To talk you into coming home where you belong" Tracy said.

"You would be wasting your breath. I meant what I said. As far as the two of you are concerned you are both dead to me."

"You can't mean that" Tracy said, "You know I love you and I know you love me. Okay, we do have some talking to do, but we can get by this."

"No we can't Tracy. Not after me finding out that you are a fucking punch board for a bunch of guys and have been since high school."

"I guess I miscalculated and should have brought you in back then, but I loved you and I didn't want to lose you and I thought that if I tried to get you to join in and you wouldn't I'd lose you. I couldn't take the chance Walt. I knew even in high school that you and I were meant for each other. I just couldn't lose you baby. I just couldn't."




Tracey



"You might not have. I was young and not yet set in my ways and I might have gone along."

"The reason we are here" Darnell said, "Is to see if it is too late. You both love each other and it would be a crying shame to see the two of you split up."

"Please Walt" Tracy said. "I need you."

"Not a chance Tracy. Lying to me and cheating on me with groups of guys the entire time you were supposed to be mine is just more than I can take and you have to admit that I took a lot. Four kids not mine and I still hung in there, but no more. Finding out that all four have the same father and that my good buddy, my best friend and the guy I would have gone to hell for is that father killed it for me. I have an appointment to see an attorney tomorrow and I will be filing for divorce. I meant what I said. I don't want anything to do with either of you. Take your woman and leave Darnell."

"I'm not his woman Walt. I belong to you and I will always belong to you."

"Bullshit Tracy. You have been fucking Darnell since before I even put an engagement ring on your finger and that makes you his woman. Now please go."

"I won't give you a divorce Walt. I'll fight it."

"Then I'll have to get dirty. I'll bring up the fact that all of your kids aren't mine and I'll sue Darnell for child support starting the day Louie was born and I'll make such a stink that he will get kicked off the police force. I'll take the recordings I have of you talking about gangbangs and how you would rather have six men and not have to settle for five and I'll see to it that every one who knows the two of you gets their own personal copy. I'm sure that your mom and dad will love hearing that. If that won't do it I'll just walk away and not divorce you and save myself the expense of a lawyer, but either way I'm gone and I'm not coming back. Now please get the fuck out of my apartment."

"We can work it out Walt. We love each other too much not to try."

I just shook my head no, said goodbye, left the apartment and went up to Judy's. Twenty minutes later Tracy and Darnell left.

++++++++++++++++++++++++

I did get an attorney and file for divorce. We were in a no-fault state so I really didn't need to give a reason, but I filed under Irreconcilable Differences anyway. Judy got an attorney and he told her up front that the best he could do was to try and get a sympathetic judge who might order us into counseling. When I showed her attorney what I had for evidence he told her she didn't have a chance. She said she would chance it, but when we went in front of the judge and her attorney asked for court ordered counseling I gave the judge what I had. The judge read what I had and after warning me to watch my language in his court room or suffer contempt of court charges he took my "Not a chance in hell will I ever get back together with that lying bitch" at face value and set alimony at two hundred and fifty dollars a week for three years or until she married again and ordered a fifty/fifty asset split. That of course meant that the house would have to be sold.

Through my attorney I made her an offer. She could keep the house and my share of the equity in it in exchange for the alimony and what I had taken out of the bank accounts and she went for it.

Six months later the divorce was final and a month after that she and Darnell got married. They sent me an invitation and I sent it back with a note wishing that all of their gangbang fucking would eventually give them both AIDS and they would die.

My date with Judy went well and it led to several more. There was a lot of heavy necking going on, but I wasn't pushing things because I was one of those weirdo's who believed in keeping his dick in his pants while you were married. Judy got tired of that shit and finally told me she wasn't going to wait on the divorce to be final and that she would tie me to the bed and rape me if I didn't get with the program. I wisely gave in.

Judy and I were married six months after the divorce was final and no, I did not send Tracy and Darnell an invitation.



Tracey and Damien



'Come on Damien, time to get going!' 

It was my sister Tracey. She is 19, a year older than me. She had just completed a gap year, and had saved up enough to buy a little Ford car. I had just left school and was broke.

'Okay, I'm coming.' 

I hauled my hold-all down to the car. Tracey had already stashed her stuff in the back. She had lots more than me.

'Come on little brother, let's hit the road.' 

Little brother indeed! I am taller than she is, by at least two inches. But she had always called me that.

'Yes boss!' 

We were about to drive to a remote cottage in mid-Wales, for a holiday. Mum and Dad had booked it for the four of us, as an old fashioned family holiday. I had thought we were too old for that kind of stuff, but there was nothing else on offer. Dad had chosen the spot, one as remote as possible, but where there was the possibility of rare birds. He is keen on wildlife, and it was a good vantage point. Then his company had decided to send him to China for some important business negotiations, and mum had gone with him. 

So it was just the two of us. I had had to promise dad that I would record what birds we saw. Besides, there wouldn't be much else to do. It promised to be the most stupendously boring holiday ever. How on earth was I going to spend my time, with just my bossy elder sister for company?

We set off with a lurch as she shoved the car into gear. I am not sure she is a very good driver, but I wouldn't dream of saying anything. I value my life too much.

'Okay' said Tracey, 'here are the ground rules!'

'Ground rules?'

'Yes. First up, I'm in charge! I am the boss for this holiday. You have to do as I say.'

'Why?'

She looked sideways at me, and gave me a withering look.

'Because, dumbo, you have to have a command structure, to like get things done. And as I am older and smarter than you I have to be in charge.'

I looked across at her. She has ash blonde hair cut fairly short, a fine straight nose, biggish eyes, and a kind of secret smile. She was wearing faded blue jeans, and a sleeveless tee shirt. She is slim with smallish breasts, but she looks neat. I think she looks terrific, but I wouldn't tell her. She is pushy enough already without my paying her complements.

'Can't we take it in turns?'

'Good grief', she muttered, 'Okay. If you are good, you might have a turn later.'

'We always used to take turns when we were kids.'

'I always let you think that, but really I was in charge.'

'Duhh!'

'Okay, tell you what. You can be in charge of bird watching.'

'Oh, thanks a bunch!'

'And navigation.'

A car sounded its horn at us. Tracey was letting the car drift across the road. I decided I had better shut up, so that she could concentrate on driving, otherwise we would have an accident.

The cottage was indeed isolated. But it was of a goodish size, with broadband, but there was no cell phone coverage- so there would be no scope for phoning friends. Tracey bagged the biggest bedroom, and I was allocated the room from which the rare birds were to be spotted. 

She left me to sort out unpacking food while she drove off to find a shop for essentials. When she returned I was upstairs in my new room. I was lying on my tummy looking out through the window with binoculars, looking for rare birds.

'Hi, little brother. How is it?'

'A few rock doves and crows. Nothing unusual.'

'Oh well. Did you put all that stuff away, like I said?'

'Yes, boss, I did exactly as you instructed.'

'Good boy!'

Then she laid her hand on the back of my thigh, as she peered through the window. What was she doing?

'Would you like a cup of tea?'

'Yes please.'

'As your reward I shall make tea for us.'

She got up from the bed, and left the room. I tried to order my thoughts. I had been oddly disturbed by her hand on the back of my thigh. I was wearing jeans, so there had been no contact with flesh. But it was an intimate gesture. 

She returned shortly with two cups of tea, which she placed on the bed side table. Then she placed her hand on my thigh again and rubbed it up and down.

'Here's your tea. Did you bring many clothes?'

'Enough. Why?'

'Just asking. Come on drink up your tea. I have bought a Chinese meal. Just got to warm it up, so there won't be much for you to tidy up.'

She removed her hand, I sat up and we drank our tea.

Tracey decided that we were having a quiet evening watching TV, to recover from our journey. The following day she proposed a major hike round the local hills. The views were impressive and it was quite good talking to her. She was quite civilised and not very bossy, maybe because I am better at navigation than she is, so she needed me to avoid getting lost.

Back at the cottage in the afternoon I retreated to my room to do my bird watching stint. I lay on the bed so that I could use the binoculars to look through the window. It was more interesting, as I spotted a large brown bird of prey circling above. I wondered if it was going to swoop down and kill something. There were unsuspecting rabbits in the field below.

After about twenty minutes Tracey arrived. She perched herself on the edge of the bed.

'Well little brother, how is it going? Anything interesting?'

'There is a big brown bird hovering and gliding. Looks like a small eagle, except you don't get them here.'

'Is that right? What could it be?'

She leaned forward and put her hand on the back of my thigh again, at the top, near my bum. I gulped.

'I think it is a buzzard.'

I was in jeans as I had been the previous day. Her hand was moving over my right thigh and onto my buttock. I caught my breath. I discovered that I was enjoying what she was doing and getting turned on.

'Do you think it is hunting?'

Her hand moved over to my left buttock. I was scared to say anything. I didn't want her to stop.

'There are rabbits down there. It might be after one of them.'

'A buzzard after the bunnies, huh?'

Her hand was moving over my bum, lightly pressing between its cheeks.

'looks like it.'

'And which are you? Do you identify with the buzzard or the bunnies?'

Her hand was on the top of my bum. My breathing was more laboured.

'I'd like to say the buzzard, but I suspect I am more of a rabbit.'

She laughed. Then the buzzard swooped and seized a rabbit.

'Look quick, it's got one.' I said, handing Tracey the binoculars.

'Move over.' 

She lay on her tummy on the bed looking out through the binoculars. I sat up.

'Gosh, that's incredible. It's tearing it to pieces.' She sounded excited.

I looked down at her shapely legs and nice round bottom. She was wearing jeans and a low cut tee shirt. I wanted to touch her like she had touched me.

'All the other bunnies have disappeared.' Her voice had a sense of wonder.

Tentatively I put my hand on the back of her left thigh. She didn't say anything.

'This is more interesting than I expected, little brother.'

I caressed her thigh slowly moving my hand up and down. She appeared to take no notice.

'Do you think it will take it back to its nest?'

'I don't know. I think that is what they do.' I croaked, I was having trouble controlling my breathing.

I moved my hand onto her left buttock, doing to her what she had done to me. 

'Hmm. I think this bird watching is more addictive than I expected.' She sighed.

I moved my hand around on her bottom. My sister has a very sexy bum, and I was getting quite hard. My breathing was quite heavy.

'Some black birds have arrived. I think they are crows,' she muttered.

I continued stroking her jeans clad buttocks. I wanted to put my hand inside them, and inside her knickers. I was panting now.

'They are harassing the buzzard. I think they are trying to get it to give up its prize!' She sounded excited.

I pressed my hand into the crack of her bum. Still she said nothing, and seemed to ignore what was happening.

'Oh, and now it is flying away, with the rabbit. And the crows are chasing it, but I think they can't catch it.'

With that she jumped off the bed, and she stared hard at me.

'Just you remember who is the boss here! Okay?'

'Yeah, okay, whatever.'

'I am going to take a shower. You probably need one too.'

With that she left. Had she noticed my hard cock pressing against the front of my jeans? And was I in trouble? I was certainly in a turmoil.

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A little later Tracey appeared at the doorway to my room. She appeared to be naked apart from a towel wrapped around her. It was barely big enough.

'I've finished in the shower, so you should take one now. I want a clean little brother.'

'Okay, okay, I'll do it.'

'Good. And just you leave it clean and tidy. Now I'm heading for the computer, need to catch up on stuff.'

With that she turned and hitched up her towel as she departed. I caught a brief sight of her beautiful bum.

So I took a shower. I had difficulty in keeping my cock from leaping up, and I thought about masturbating. But I became convinced that some how Tracey would find me doing it, so I desisted.

The day had got much warmer, and a shower was certainly refreshing. I decided to wear a pair of light shorts and a singlet. 

It was late afternoon and I was back in my usual position on the bed staring out through the window with the binoculars when Tracey reappeared. She was wearing grey stretch cotton leggings which came to mid-calf and a short wide neck tee shirt. 

'I've put it on Facebook, that I am stuck in a remote cottage with my kid brother.'

'Jeez. Do you expect someone to rescue you?'

'No. Don't be insolent!' With that she smacked me on the bottom.

'Ouch!'

'Any way as I am in charge, there isn't a problem. Is there!'

'No Tracey.' I wasn't going to argue with her.

'Well, what can you see out there now? What's happening on the bird front?'

'It is quite busy. There are lots of small birds.'

She sat down on the edge of the bed and her hand landed on the back of my thigh. Only this time all I had on was light shorts. She was touching my bare flesh.

'Do you recognize them?'

Her hand moved slowly slowly up and down my thigh.

'Some of them are a bit difficult to see, but the ones closer to the cottage I recognize.' I was breathing heavily again.

'You feeling okay?'

'Yes I'm fine.' 

Apart from I'm getting all turned on again because you are caressing my thigh- I thought about saying it out loud, but something told me I would get into trouble if I did.

'That's okay then.' 

Her tone had become much softer. She sounded almost dreamy. I tried to turn my head round to look at her. Her tone changed immediately.

'Keep your eyes on the birds! I will tell you when you can turn round.' She was quite sharp.

So I did as I was told and returned to looking through the binoculars. And she kept on stroking my thigh. Her hand had travelled down to the back of my knee, and then slowly back up. It was now just under my shorts stroking the base of my right buttock.

'So, tell me what birds you can see.' Her voice had returned to sounding dreamy.

'Well there are finches, green finches, and chaffinches, and a robin, and a dunnock, and stuff.' 

I was losing concentration as her hand continued its wayward journey over my bum.

'What else?'

'Lots of little birds. There are tits, blue tits and long tailed tits and willow tits.'

'Do you like those?'

'Yes, I suppose so.'

I could barely speak as her hand was now right inside my shorts touching the crack between my bum cheeks. I had a massive hard-on. It was excruciating and wonderful all at the same time.

'You like them then?'

'Yeah.' I could barely concentrate.

'You like small tits.'

'Yes.'

'Correct answer!' Her voice was husky. Tracey has small tits. I had no idea whether we were talking about birds or boobs.

Suddenly she moved her hand out of my shorts, and stood up.

'I think it is my turn to look through the binoculars. Come on, move out of the way.'

'Eh, yeah, okay.' I was nonplussed.

'You look as if you would be more comfortable in a different position' she said with a mischievous smile, 'see, I am a considerate boss.'

As I got off the bed and stood up my hard-on was pretty obvious, pushing out my shorts.

Tracey settled down lying on her tummy, holding the binoculars to her eyes. Her tee shirt was pulled up so that a lot of her back was visible. Her grey leggings were soft cotton and were so close they could have been painted on. There was no panty line visible. I wondered if she was wearing a thong, or nothing at all. She looked so so sexy. This was my sister and she was turning me on more than I could say.

'Now, let me get comfortable.' Tracey muttered.

I put my hand on the back of her thigh.

'Yes, that's better.'

Slowly I moved my hand up and down her thigh, as she had done to me.

'There are lots of little birds. You weren't kidding.'

I moved my hand to the base of her bum and traced her buttocks with one finger. I was panting, and she was letting out sighing noises.

'Ooh there's a blackbird and its doing something. It seems to be pulling out a worm.'

I moved my hand over her bottom caressing the crease between her cheeks. Then I moved my hand to the bare flesh at the base of her back.

'Yes, it has pulled it right out. And gobbled it up. Gross!'

I slid my hand under the material of her leggings to touch her bare bum. I moved it over her buttocks caressing them. She moaned.

'There are some bigger birds. My, they are hens, chickens. Where did they come from?'

I moved my hand onto her anus, stroking it and seeking her pussy. She pushed her bum up.

'I wonder if they have a cock with them.' She murmured.

My fingers stroked up and down her damp secret places. I had found her pussy and I was pushing my fingers up and down her pussy lips. I hardly knew what I was doing, driven by instinct I suppose.

'I like to see a cock.' She muttered huskily. Then she let out a funny squeaky noise and curled around.

There was a pause. I had no idea what would happen next, as she looked up. Her hand snaked over to my shorts and pulled them aside to lift out my very rigid cock.

'I like to see a cock!' she muttered and began to masturbate me very vigorously and quite roughly. I was so close to coming that it did not take long. I squirted semen all over her tee shirt.

'Oh Tracey' I muttered quite emotional and overcome. There was a long silence as we sat together staring in opposite directions.

Then eventually Tracey got up.

'We shall have to clear up this mess you've made. I shall need to get changed. You can tidy up in here. Then we will say no more about it!'

With that she left. Good grief, I thought, I didn't know whether I was coming or going.

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We got through the evening without any mention of what had happened. It was clear that Tracey regarded it as a forbidden topic. We lapsed into a kind of broody silence as we sat in front of the TV.

I did not sleep well, I kept thinking about this peculiar illicit stuff which was going with my sister, and getting a severe hard-on. I mean we had played together when we had been much younger but it had tailed off as we became teenagers. Some of the games had involved taking off our clothes.

One game we had played consisted of hiding together under her bed. We were supposedly under siege from some unnamed enemy. We had to pay a ransom to escape with our lives. As we never had enough, so we had to pay with items of clothing, until we had none left. She was quite interested in how our bodies were different from each other, and wanted to know what it felt like to have a penis. She was also very bossy even at that age. Another game had me as her slave, who she would punish for any transgressions, by smacking my bottom. 

I went along with it all as she was such an important part of my early life. She was the creative one and being with her was fun. And it was clear that despite it all she enjoyed our time together. Of course all that had changed as we became teenagers, and put aside such games. I suppose that my deeper feelings for Tracey had not changed however. I would always go along with what she wanted!

Breakfast was coffee, juice and toast. I was just wearing the boxer shorts I slept in, and Tracey was in her nightwear which was a baggy tee shirt. It was pretty warm, sunbathing weather.

'Well', said Tracey 'you're looking in good shape. Do you work out?'

'Eh, yeah, usually', I was confused; compliments were rare from my sister.

'I like to see that my slave is in good condition.'

'Am I your slave now?'

'Too right! And your first job is to tidy this lot up.'

'Okay'.

'But, as I am considerate, I will help you'.

She picked up the marmalade jar and reached up to a top cupboard to put it away. Her tee shirt rode up and revealed her bum. She was wearing no knickers, and had flashed me a quick sight of her beautiful bottom.

I wanted to touch it. I wanted to reach over and to caress and fondle her buttocks. I wanted to kiss her bum. I wanted to lick it.

Tracey turned round and looked at me piercingly, as if she could read my thoughts. Or maybe it was just that the shape at the front of my shorts showed that I was getting turned on again.

'Come on, get this lot tidied up. Otherwise...'

'Otherwise, like what?'

'Otherwise, like I shall have to punish you, slave.'

'Okay.'

I got up and she swatted me on the bum. Then she turned and marched out, saying as she went that she was going to have her shower.

A little later I was showered and dressed. It was warm enough for me to be able to go bare-chested, so I was I was just wearing shorts. I was in my room, and my mind was meandering over thoughts as to what my bird-watching session might bring. I needed to discuss with Tracey what was happening. 

I was lying on the bed staring out of the window, when she arrived in my room. She was wearing a bikini top and a very short tight denim skirt.

'Well little brother, any interesting birds out there?'

'There are some oyster catchers, down by that little lake.'

'Oyster catchers?'

'Usually find them on the sea shore. They have bright orange bills. Take a look.'

'Okay.'

Then to my surprise she got onto the bed and sat on top of me. She hitched up her skirt and had a leg on each side. She leaned forward so that her breasts were pressing into my back and her face was close to mine. She took the binoculars from me and peered through them.

'Oh yes. They are quite unusual looking.'

She began moving the binoculars around to look at the other parts of the landscape. Then she handed them back to me.

'There are some robins down there,' she said.

'Ah yes, robin redbreasts.'

'Yes, redbreasts.'

She sat up and was squirming and doing something. Then she dropped something to the floor. 

I twisted my head round to see. She had removed her bikini top, to reveal her beautiful firm perky round breasts. She had strawberry coloured nipples which were sticking up.

'Eyes to the front slave!' she said sharply, 'or it will be punishment time.' I returned to looking through the window, but I did not think I would be able to concentrate.

She began to move her hands up and down my back, moving them slowly from my spine to my shoulders. I groaned. Then she began to press herself onto my bum, squirming around. I was getting hard, and my position was quite uncomfortable.

'Do you like this bird watching thing? I had thought it was going to be boring.' She spoke almost in a whisper.

'Yes. I didn't expect it to be like this.'

'See how much better it is with me in charge, little brother.'




Tracey and Damien



'Yes, Tracey.'

'Are you getting uncomfortable?'

'Yes.'

'What a pity you can't be allowed to move.'

'Can't I move a bit?'

'Hmm. We'll see.'

With that she rolled us over so that we were lying on our sides with her front against my back. I could no longer see out through the window, but that didn't seem important.

Her hand found its way to the front of my shorts and began to stroke my very firm cock through the light material of the shorts. Then she pulled the front of the shorts down, got it out and was slowly stroking it.

'There that's better. I think I see a cock again.'

I groaned. And I would like to look at your red breasts, I thought.

'The question is, like, shall I make you squirt again?' Her hand moved very slowly up and down my cock. She moved her hand away, I think to her mouth. When she returned it, it was all moist.

'Let's see how slowly we can do it, little brother.'

'Oh, fuck, Tracey!' I exhaled.

'Very slow, that's my decision!'

'Yes boss.'

'That's better.'

I sighed. It was exquisite, and very disturbing all at the same time. I mean, you are not supposed to do this with your sister.

'Look Tracey...'

'Yes.' Her hand was moving very slowly indeed.

'Look.'

'What?' She sounded slightly exasperated.

'Shouldn't we discuss this?'

'Discuss what?'

'What we are doing.'

She went rigid, and her hand stopped.

'Y' know, me and you,' I said.

Silently she got off the bed, and stood with her hands on her hips staring at me. She had a face of thunder, and her nipples quivered. She looked very angry.

'Now you are in trouble!' she said, quietly. Picking up her bikini top she walked out.

I suppose I had feared a reaction to my wanting to talk about it. I thought she might be a bit unwilling. But this reaction? 

A few minutes later I heard the door slam and Tracey's car starting up. Obviously I had completely blown it. She was abandoning me. I felt both devastated and baffled. I mean I had hardly done anything, had I?

She was gone for hours. I moped around, walked round the cottage, checked emails and other stuff. I tried some porn, but that didn't cheer me up. I even tried to do some bird watching, but I couldn't concentrate. I was getting very worried.

It made me realise what mattered. Tracey and I were close but not the same. Neither of us seemed to do too well with the opposite sex. Boyfriends didn't work out for her, and girlfriends didn't last very long with me. So we had that in common, and it brought us together. But she was much more creative and assertive than me. In contrast I am more mild mannered, and probably more intelligent- well academically more capable any way.

I realised that I need her. So I would probably go along with what she wanted, given the chance. I resolved to resort to a grovelling apology if she returned. At least that way we would communicate. I might even get back some control.

But what I really wanted to get back to was the illicit sexual stuff!

It was afternoon by the time she returned. Her car screeched untidily to a halt, and she burst through the door. She was carrying some bags. 

'Slave, where are you?' she shouted.

I presented myself with my head bowed.

'I shall want to see you in my room,' she sounded stern.

'Yes, Tracey.'

'I shall call you when I am ready.' With that she stormed upstairs.

It was about twenty minutes before I was summoned. I knocked nervously on the door.

'You may come in.'

I entered looking apprehensively at the floor. I heard a thwacking noise. Tracey prodded me under the chin.

'Look up!'

I did so. She looked fantastic. She was wearing long black gloves, black bra, and knickers, and fairly extreme high heels, so that she was taller than me. And nothing else apart from in her hand where she had what I think was a riding crop- a kind of short whip.

'You have displeased your sister.' She could sound quite grown up and old-fashioned when she wanted to.

'Yes, Tracey.'

'You must be punished.'

'I know.'

'Do you understand how you have displeased and disappointed her?'

'I do.'

'Good. Come and stand here.'

I did as instructed.

'Now remove your shorts.'

I did so. That was all I was wearing, so I was naked.

'Bend over, and hold your ankles.'

I did so. Then she started applying the crop to my bum. God, it hurt. I think she whacked me six times, although there were what seemed like long gaps while she strutted round inspecting the red marks.

'Okay, I am not going to beat you any more just now. Your sister feesl better now that you have been punished. You may stand up.'

I did as instructed.

'It looks as if you feel better too.' She was looking at my hard erect penis.

'Okay come here.' She reached for some cream which she rubbed into my buttocks where there were red marks.

'Now stand over there.' She stared at me, stroking the crop, and then sucking the end of its handle.

'This is to warn you that if you disobey me again, then you can expect more of the same. Now go. Oh and by the way you are not to get dressed until I say so.'

I walked awkwardly out and retreated to my room.

A little while later she appeared at my door. She had changed clothes, she was wearing her body-hugging stretch cotton leggings and her bikini top. Her feet were bare, so she was no longer taller than me.

'Here's your list of chores.' She gave me a list of domestic tasks. 'Oh, and you can put your shorts back on, for the time being.'

Tracey seemed to be very happy to have not only re-asserted her control, but also to have increased it. She had me doing all the menial tasks for the remainder of the day.

She allowed me to put on my tee shirt as I prepared the evening meal. I was being expected to do everything, including the cooking. I am not very experienced at it, but it was a ready meal- sweet and spicy chicken.

Tracey had started on a bottle of white wine. She drank most of it during the meal, I got one glass. While I cleared up she settled in front of the TV, with a second bottle. She offered me some.

We were watching a DVD of Lara Croft, which I quite enjoyed.

'Her tits are too big,' muttered Tracey. I think the wine was having an effect. She turned to me.

'Well, slave, that was quite a good meal, your spicy chicken.'

'Thank you.'

'Tomorrow, like if you are good, I will teach you how to eat.'

'But I already know how to eat.'

'I doubt it. Any way you'll do as you are told.'

'Yes Tracey.'

'That's better. Now give me a fill up of wine and turn off the light so that I can watch properly.'

I did as she instructed. She settled back on the couch, gulping her wine. I sipped mine and watched her discretely over the edge of my glass. She was a bit drunk.

After a while her hand came to rest between her legs. Then she squirmed about a bit, before moving her hand back and sliding it under the top of her leggings. She looked as if she was beginning to masturbate.

The film came to an end. 

'Help me up, slave,' she said. Her voice was slurred.

I helped her to stand up. Getting her hand out of her leggings caused them to come down slightly. As she stumbled towards the door the top of her bum was visible.

'Night night,' she muttered, heading unsteadily through the door way and waving vaguely at me. I heard her make unsteady progress up the stairs.

I drank some more wine, before deciding it was late enough for bed. It had been quite a strange and eventful day. I crept upstairs.

When I came to the door to Tracey's room, I found it was partly open. I peered inside the room. In the dark I could just see Tracey on top of the bed lying on her back. She was naked. Her eyes were tight shut and her hand was on her pussy. She was squirming and panting, making moaning noises. She was masturbating. I watched, transfixed, rooted to the spot. She seemed to be going on for quite a while before she convulsed making a squeaky noise. I think she had come.

I crept out and went to my room. I stripped off and lay on the bed. A good wank was just what I needed too.

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Breakfast was quiet next day. Tracey seemed to be pre-occupied. She was in her tee shirt and I was in my shorts. She got up from the table and walked over to the window. Turning to face me she stretched with her arms above her head, and then ran her fingers through her hair. The action raised her tee shirt so that the hem was just at the level of her hips and her scanty pubic hair was just visible.

'Damien,' she said.

It was unusual for her to call me anything other than 'slave' or 'little brother'.

'Yes Tracey.'

'You do love your sister, don't you?'

'Yeah, 'course I do!'

She smiled.

'Good! I'm going to have my shower now. You are going to get your eating lessen later.'

Unusually for that part of the country it was sunny and quite hot. At the back of the cottage there was a good spot for sunbathing. It was secluded and the cottage was completely isolated so were quite private. Tracey told me to put out the loungers so that we could lie out in the sun.

Tracey had on her bikini. It was astonishingly brief, just a couple of triangles over her breasts and her pubic area, and strings at the back. She looked terrific.

'You can do your bird watching out here,' she said, 'but first you can get us some drinks.'

'Okay, what would you like?'

'White wine spritzer would be good. And bring the sun cream. And the KY.'

When I returned with them she was lying on her sun lounger. I looked up in the sky to see some largeish birds wheeling high above. They were red kites- rare and impressive. But my mind was on other things. I looked over to Tracey. She sipped her drink and turned to me.

'How is your bum? Is it sore?'

I had examined it in the mirror that morning, the marks had faded away already.

'No, it's okay.'

'Let's have a look.'

She sat up and pulled down my shorts. I stepped out of them.

'I think I had better rub some cream on it.'

With that she proceeded to apply sun cream to each buttock with the palm of her hand. She did it quite slowly and methodically, kneading the cheeks, and pressing them one way and another. Soon my breathing became heavy as I got turned on. Then she pushed some cream between my buttocks and onto my anus. She circled it with her finger. I groaned.

'I think you like that,' she said with a smile, looking at my erection, 'you're a pervert.' 

I gasped and grunted.

'Well, do you like it?'

'Yes, Tracey,' I muttered.

She laughed and reached for the KY jelly. Smearing it on she gently pushed her finger into my arse. 

'Still like it?'

'Yes.'

I think she only went in about an inch, and then began to move it around gently. She made little circular motions and then pushed it slowly in and out. With her other hand she grasped my rigid cock and kissed the end of it. I was very turned on.

'We'll finish this off later,' she said, taking her hands away from me, 'now it's time for your eating lessen!'

She kissed me gently on the lips and then she removed her bikini. I noticed that her pubic area was now bare. She had shaved! She lay down on the lounger on her tummy.

'It begins with licking,' she said, 'you must lick your sister's back, beginning at the top, and moving down.'

Wow, I thought, this is going to be different from any other lessen I've ever had. I began tentatively licking between her shoulders.

'That's it,' she sighed,' nice and slowly. You must lick her to prolong the sensation, take your time.'

'Hmm', I agreed. I tried to follow the line of her backbone, lapping, and gradually moving down. My hard cock brushed against her thigh, as my head bobbed back and forth.

At last I reached the base of her back and paused at the top of her bottom.

'Don't stop,' she murmured.

I allowed my tongue to play in circles over her left buttock. Then I repeated the process for her right side. Then I slowly pushed my tongue between her buttocks. Her hands reached and she spread them for me.

'Go on,' she said.

Tentatively I approached her anus, pausing, and then dabbing it with my tongue.

'Hmm,' she whispered.

I circled the puckered little hole with my tongue.

'Ooh, that's wicked, wicked.'

I pushed at her arse hole.

'Too much!' she said, and turned over. She looked at me and smiled.

'You're a good little brother sometimes. Now it is time for licking and eating.'

She placed her hands on her upright nipples, squeezing them.

'You must lick and suck your sister's nipples. Lick them first, then suck them. Do not rush.'

So I applied my tongue to her nipples, licking round one and then the other. I decided to use my hand to fondle the breast which wasn't being licked.

'That's good,' she said. She took a drink and handed me my glass.

'Wet your tongue with this.' I took a drink, and then she leaned over and kissed me.

'Now get on with pleasuring your sister, but nice and slow.'

I moved my tongue down the centre of her chest to her naval. I pushed my tongue into it, rotating it. 

It looked as if Tracey's area of pubic hair had been pretty small. Now there was none there at all. It looked unbelievably sexy. I licked around the newly bare area. She spread her legs apart, and I placed my mouth on her pussy, licking her pussy lips.

'Now for the eating part - press your face against your sister's pussy.'

I did as I was told, pushing my tongue between her pussy lips, and moving it up until I had located her clitoris.

'Yes, do that. And see if you can put your fingers inside her pussy at the same time!'

I moved my face round to make space for my fingers. She was very moist and I pushed two into her. Then I began to lap on her clit, leaving my fingers fairly still.

'Yes,' she said, 'Yes, yes.' She was throbbing and tense. I lapped and licked, until she let out a loud groan.

'Oh fuck, that was good. You're a good little brother.'

I began to move my fingers in and out of her pussy, spreading them inside her. She looked at me a little oddly, then closed her eyes. I kept on, increasing the speed. Eventually she bucked and shrieked.

'Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. That was a bastard. That was really bad!' She put her arms around me and gave me another kiss. Then she lay back and sighed.

'Twice, huh. Well you've passed your test little brother. Your big sister is well pleased with you.'

She kissed me again. I can't remember when she had last kissed me before this holiday. Were things changing between us?

'Now ii is time for your reward,' she took a sip of wine. 'Lie back, now it is your turn.'

I lay back on the lounger, and she knelt between my legs, putting a hand on each thigh. Then she leaned forward, stuck out her tongue and licked the end of my cock. It felt very very hard and I quivered.

'Hmm, you've got a nice cock.'

'Thank you.'

'And good firm balls.'

She licked my scrotum, and then continued up my cock.

'It's time for me to eat you.' 

Her mouth engulfed the head of my cock, and her hand moved slowly up and down the shaft. Her eyes sought mine, and she raised an eyebrow. She looked towards the KY jelly. I handed it to her! Her mouth was doing a delicious job on my erection. She squeezed the KY onto her middle finger and pressed it onto my anus, rotating it and pushing it in the inch or so it had entered previously. Then she pulled it out, and smeared some more jelly on.

She removed her mouth from my cock.

'I like it that you are a pervert little brother.'

She re-applied her mouth, then began to push her finger further into my arse. Well lubricated it slid in easily. She began a rhythm of pulling it in and out. I groaned, I knew that I was close to coming.

She took her mouth from my cock head and returned to licking the shaft, plunging a second finger in my arse. I let out a loud noise as my semen squirted high in the air.

I collapsed back and Tracey lay on top of me, moving her hand from my bum. She kissed me again.

'You like this arse stuff, my little slave, don't you?'

'Yes.'

'Even being smacked and whipped.'

'Yes.'

'If you are very good I shall let you smack me.'

We lay back and sipped our drinks.

We spent the rest of the day lazing in the sun, and drinking wine and soda. The red kites circled up above unaware of the happily misbehaving pair of siblings below them. That was us: compliant Damien and dominant Tracey. I felt happy and I think she was too.

The evening passed pleasantly - another ready meal, as proper cooking was too challenging a concept. We settled down to a DVD of a Transformers movie, and more wine. Tracey had had a lot more than me and was a bit blurry. As soon as the movie was over she announced it was time for bed.

'I'm going to bed little bro'.

'Night night.'

'Your sister hasn't finished with you.'

'Oh, okay.'

'You must help her to bed.'

I did as instructed and putting my arms around her helped her upstairs to her bedroom. I sat her on the bed, and she pulled off her clothes.

'You take yours off too.'

I did as instructed. Then she turned her back on me and stuck out her bottom.

'You may smack me. In fact it is an instruction. You must.' Her voice was all slurred.

I smacked her lightly on the bottom.

'Harder than that.'

I gave her a harder smack.

'That's better.' She looked around and noticed my erection.

'Now you are ready for bed,' she said, getting in and pulling me in with her.

We cuddled up and kissed, my hands travelling down to her bottom.

'You do really really love your big sister, don't you Damien?'

'Yup, I really really do.' I kissed her left breast.

'Cos I know this feels like incest, and you are worried about it.'

'Well, yes, I am.' I kissed her right breast.

'Well it's not.'

'No?' My fingers were playing with her pussy as her hands stroked my cock.

'We are just playing games, like when we were kids.'

'Gosh, are we?'

'See, we can't have full sex.'

'Oh.' I pressed my fingers onto her arse.

'You can't put your cock in my vagina.'

'Even if we want to?' I licked my fingers and pressed them on her anus.

'No. That would be incest. But we can do everything else. Anything else is just playing.' I inserted my finger gently into her arse. She sighed.

'Everything?'

'Yes. But you have to remember that I am the boss. You must do as I say.'

'Yes, Tracey.' My finger was quite deep into her.

'And what you must do now is...' and she began to whisper the most delightful wicked things into my ear. This was turning into my best holiday ever.



Tracey & Lindsey



"That miserable son of a bitch!" Tracey screamed as she slammed her way into the Ladies Room at the club. She could barely see her way through her tears as she pushed her way into one of the stalls and just sat on one of the commodes. "That rotten, cheating bastard!" she sobbed into her hands and feeling her heart break.

- - - - -

The evening had started out much differently. Tracey had been dating Barry for almost a year. He'd been sweet and understanding, considerate and tender. He was everything a graduating college senior could ask for in a boyfriend. Their relationship had begun in a study group and had moved slowly into a pairing. While they had not had sexual relations yet, she had permitted him to feel her breasts during their passionate kissing sessions in his car. 

Tonight was going to change all that. She had made up her mind that she was going to give him her virginity this very night. She'd carefully chosen her outfit for the evening with an eye for its impact as it came off. After trimming and shaving and splashing some cologne in some interesting places., she'd put on her tiniest black micro-thong and then a short black "pleather" skirt. She topped it off with a scoop-necked button front silk blouse in a rich royal blue. God, how she loved the feel of silk against her bare nipples! Between the feel of the silk and her plans for the night, she knew her nips would be hard all evening. Sliding her feet into a pair of kickin' slings, she grabbed her purse and headed out the door. 

She hooked up with her best friend, Lindsey, as she passed through the dorm lobby. Together they piled into Lindsey's Mustang and drove to the club. Like Tracey, Lindsey was dressed to kill in short shorts and a translucent halter-top. Tracey could easily see Lindsey's nipples and areolas through the thin material. Yep, there was no doubt; they were going to turn heads at the club.

Once in the club, she decided to start the evening with a drink she'd tried the last time. Part Frangelico, part Bailey's, with a shot of milk, a "Nutty Irishman" sounded like the perfect drink for her mood. As she sipped her drink, she saw Barry walk in to the club. He looked around but, before she could signal him, he turned and walked down among the tables near the lower dance floor. She slipped through the crowd and tried to catch up to him. She could see his head as he moved further into the crowd to the corner booth. It took her a few moments to navigate the crowd but soon she was approaching the booth where Barry had sat. There was a break in the crowd and for a moment, she had a clear view into the booth.

Barry was kissing another girl. In fact, he had his hand up her skirt as he kissed her and she had her hand inside his unzipped fly. Suddenly, all those nights when he was unavailable made sense; he was dating the both of them at once! She walked over to the booth and stood there, silently, watching them kiss and fondle each other. The girl opened her eyes for a moment and made eye contact with Tracey at which point she pushed Barry back to break the kiss. He turned and saw Tracey.

"Tracey! What are you doing here?" he stammered as he tried to zip his trousers around his erection.

"Here, let me help you with that," Tracey said as she grabbed the glass of ice water off the table and poured it into his pants. "You prick! We had a date tonight, remember?" Turning to the girl, Tracey added, "Seems he's been two-timing us both. He's all yours now, I'm through with this asshole." Tracey then turned and stormed through the club, her tears starting as she reached the door to the Ladies Room. - - - - - "Tracey, are you okay?"

At the sound of Lindsey's voice, Tracey started trying to get herself back in control of her emotions. She stood up and slid the bolt back on the door of the stall, She walked over to the sink and started to clean her smeared makeup. As she splashed the cool water onto her face, Lindsey explained she had seen the end of the confrontation. She started to laugh when she reached the part where Tracey had poured the ice water into Barry's crotch. 

"Let me help you with that! Girl, that was so funny, especially the look on his face as that ice hit! And you missed the best part. That little ho he was with slammed her fist down on his soaked 'nads as she cussed him up one side and down the other. That's one boy that will be out of action for a while. Of course, once the school grapevine gets a hold of this, it will be a cold day in hell before he gets another date. Here, turn around and let's get your face back on."

"I'm not sure I want to go back out there," Tracey said.

Lindsey touched up Tracey's makeup. "Of course you're going back out there! We are going to get some fresh drinks and dance our hearts out. That will show everyone that you are not wrecked by that jerk."

"Oh, Linds, I'm not ready to dance with any guys tonight. You just don't know how close I came to making a big mistake tonight. I was going to sleep with him tonight!"

"Whoa, rewind that thought. You were going to give it up to HIM? Trace, you've held out throughout high school and now we are nearing the end of our senior year at college! You're the only professional virgin I know!" Seeing the look on Tracey's face, Lindsey added, "Well, at least you found out about him before you did! I wondered about the outfit - it was just a bit more outrageous than your usual button-down style. You know, if you want to really loosen up some, go for the Britney look and unbutton a few of those buttons from the bottom. Show that flat tummy of yours."

"Linds, I'm not wearing anything under this shirt!"

"So what? Just undo a few... say even with the bottom of your tits. The men will make fools of themselves hoping for a glimpse."

After a few hesitant moments, Tracey unbuttoned a couple of buttons, exposing her new navel ring. She looked it the mirror, studying how the outfit looked. She shifted from side to side, seeing how the shirt swung. After taking a deep breath, she undid one more button and then turned to Lindsey as said, "Let's go party!"

After getting a fresh Nutty Irishman for each of them, the two girls took over a table at the edge of the upper dance floor. Lindsey grabbed Tracey by the hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. The two began to dance and enjoy themselves. After about every fourth song, they would take a break, return to their table and drink some more of their drinks. The waitress kept an eye on their table, refilling the glasses whenever they were emptied. Several drinks later, neither Tracey nor Lindsey was feeling any pain. Their dancing was becoming even more uninhibited. Neither girl had danced with any of the men that had asked. Instead they concentrated on each other, making sure they were having a good time.

As they danced, they moved closer together, really playing up to one another to the cheers of the guys around the dance floor. Lindsey reached over an undid another button, exposing the bottom edges of Tracey's breasts with each swing of her shirt. She leaned forward and whispered into Tracey's ear, "Let's give 'em a Madonna moment." Taking Tracey's head in her hands, she leaned in and kissed Tracey's soft lips.

Time seemed to stop for Tracey. She had never felt a kiss like this before. Lindsey's lips were soft and sweet rather than hard and demanding as Barry's always were. Her breath was sweet; not like an ash tray. Lindsey's hand resting on her bare stomach was electric. She forgot to dance; she forgot to breathe. The crowd noise faded away and her awareness shrank to Lindsey's lips and that one hand. When Lindsey pulled back, reality flooded back in; the chanting males calling for more, the whistles and catcalls. Confusion swam through her mind as she blushed a bright red.

Lindsey laughed as she pulled Tracey back to the table. "That blush reached half way down your tummy!" Tracey tossed the remainder of her drink down her throat in one swallow then signaled the waitress for another. As she looked at her friend, all she could feel was Lindsey's hand on her stomach and lips on her mouth. She'd liked it ... a lot. As if sensing her friend's confusion, Lindsey spoke again. "Trace, I hope your okay with what just happened. It seemed like the thing to do at the moment with the way everyone was carrying on around us. And, well, I have to admit I liked it. That was some kiss. Girlfriend, you have the softest lips!"

Taking a deep swallow from her fresh drink, Trace looked at her friend and then said very softly, "I liked it, too."

Lindsey grinned, looked at her watch, and then said, "Lord, look at the time. Let's finish these and head back, okay? It's almost two!" They tossed their drinks down, paid the tab, and then headed out to Lindsey's car. Once in the car, Lindsey turned to Tracey.

"Trace, what you said inside. Did you mean it? About liking the kiss?"

"Yes, I did. I liked it very much. It was ... more ... intense than anything I have ever experienced." Tracey looked at her friend and then leaned toward her, tilting her head into alignment. The second their lips made contact, Lindsey reached toward Tracey, sliding her hand inside her unbuttoned shirt and along her ribs. Tracey pushed her tongue slightly into Lindsey's mouth and Lindsey slid her hand up onto Tracey's breast, brushing her hard nipple. Tracey groaned in her throat as small shocks of pleasure arched through her body. Barry's touch had never done that to her. The light scratch of Lindsey's fingernails on her sensitive breast was electrifying. Tracey kissed her harder, tangling her hands in Lindsey's hair as Lindsey used both hands to explore her bared breasts. Shivers of pleasure raced through her, all centering in the growing heat in her groin. Lindsey moved her head downwards and captured one of Tracey's erect nipples with her teeth and tongue. Tracey's shuddered as the spring that had been wound within her released at once in a small orgasm.

Lindsey sat up and started the car. "We'd better get back home before we get arrested for public indecency." Tracey just leaned back into her seat and smiled, her now completely unbuttoned shirt still open so her breasts were on display to Lindsey whenever she looked over. When they pulled into the dorm lot, Lindsey leaned over, kissed one pert nipple, and then pulled Tracey's shirt closed. They excited the car and walked inside.

Since Lindsey was a Resident Advisor, she had a room to herself and had to be available in the night so the two girls made their way to Lindsey's room. Lindsey closed the door behind them, and then took Tracey into her arms. She pulled Tracey's shirt off her shoulders and resumed her explorations of her pert breasts. Tracey reached behind Lindsey's head and untied the straps of her halter, then slid her hands down over her friend's ample breasts. She was surprised at their weight in her hands, so different from her own perky b-cup size. She could feel Lindsey's nipples grow even longer and harder as she caressed them. Then came that sensuous moment when they hugged, their breasts pressed together - nipples touching nipples. Lindsey's hands drifted down along her spine to the waistband of her skirt. Tracey felt the zipper slide down and then Lindsey unfastened the waistband. Her hands then began to slide under the waistband, pushing the skirt lower until it fell into a puddle at Tracey's feet. 

Lindsey was surprised at the feel of bare skin rather than panties. There was nothing between her hands and her friend's firm buns except the skinny elastic bands of the micro-thong. She cupped her hands and drug her nails lightly up along the cheeks of Tracey's ass while watching her face. Tracey's eyes were closed and her head was tilted back slightly, her mouth partially open as her breath panted. Lindsey slid her hands further upwards coming around to the front to caress and tease her friend's breasts, then leaned forward to kiss her lips once more. Their tongues tangled in a frenzy as they stroked one another's breasts.

Lindsey took Tracey by the hand and led her across the room to the bed. Tracey sat and then reached to unfasten Lindsey's shorts. She slid them down her long legs and Lindsey stepped out of them. She stopped for a moment to admire the body displayed in front of her. Lindsey was beautiful and the black lace Victoria's Secret lingerie emphasized her curves. Even her pubis was clearly delineated by the tight lace. Biting her lower lip to still her trembling, Tracey reached over to the upper edges of the panties and slowly pulled them down Lindsey's body. As she'd expected from their conversations, Lindsey was shaved smooth just as Tracey herself had done earlier that night.

Tracey lay back upon the bed and let Lindsey slowly remove Tracey's thong. The small wedge of cloth had cupped her lower lips, barely covering the slit. Lindsey's breath caught in her throat as she removed the last tiny scrap covering Tracey's body. She had known Tracey was pretty but now she was even more stunning. Her slim, athletic body was toned and taut, and the slight puffiness of her nether lips showed Tracey was just as aroused as Lindsey herself. Lindsey lay down along side her friend and reached out to brush Tracey's chestnut hair from her face. Cupping Tracey's head, she pulled her closer and they began to kiss. 

Lindsey moved over Tracey as the kiss grew more impassioned. She whispered "Just enjoy" as she moved Tracey's hands upwards to rest above her head on the pillows. Lindsey then began to kiss her way down along Tracey's neck and collarbone, running her tongue along her jaw line. Lindsey's hands were busy stroking Tracey's breasts and then she moved her lips down over the slopes of Tracey's breasts. She circled the small areolas, no bigger than a quarter, with her tongue, watching as Tracey's pencil eraser sized nipples hardened. She then closed her lips around the left nipple, applying light suction while pulling back slightly, tugging the nipple even longer. Swirling it first with her tongue, she then gently scraped her teeth along the sensitive bud. Tracey gasped as Lindsey repeated the process again and again. Lindsey switched to the other nipple while her fingers caressed the abandoned left nipple. 

Tracey could not believe the sensations flooding her body and mind. She had never before felt anything like this. Her brief explorations with Barry had been harsher, bruising, demanding, insistent. With him, it was all about taking; Lindsey was merely giving pleasure without any demands. Lindsey's hands began to slide farther down Tracey's body, approaching a line that had never been crossed by anyone before.

Lindsey knelt between Tracey's knees as her hands slowly passed along Tracey's stomach and abdomen. She shifted her hands outwards so they passed over each hip and then down along the thighs. Then, slowly, she began to stroke upwards along the inner thighs and then lightly brushing over her labia. She repeated the circuit around, again approaching the juncture of Tracey's thighs. Tracey's breathing was becoming very rapid and her hips would push upward against Lindsey's palm as it passed over Tracey's vulva. Lindsey leaned forward and slowly ran her tongue along the cleft dividing the labia. 

OhmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod! Tracey's mind exploded in a riot of sensation and colors as Lindsey's tongue caressed her. At the precise moment Lindsey's tongue touched Tracey's clitoris, Tracey's insides convulsed in a shattering orgasm. Her thighs quivered in sympathy to the waves of pleasure that washed through her again and again, each stronger than the previous one. 

Lindsey's fingers spread Tracey's labia, exposing her clit to Lindsey's eager lips. She closed her lips over the throbbing bud and began to suck on it, flicking it with the tip of her tongue. Her finger then drifted down the slick channel to Tracey's vaginal opening, slowly entering the virginal passage, teasing the opening with gentle touches as she continued to suck on the engorged clit.

Tracey's head tossed from side to side and guttural noises came from her throat as her passions were even more enflamed. The teasing pressure of Lindsey's fingers made her pump her hips, trying to push the fingers deeper inside. "Inside me...I need you inside me."

Lindsey slowly inserted one finger deeper into the lubricated channel, reaching the hymen after about an inch. A second probing finger slid in along side, filling the channel and applying even pressure on the membrane. As she increased the pressure, she drew her teeth along the sensitive clit, and Tracey pushed her hips hard against Lindsey's fingers, forcing them through the membrane and deep inside. Inarticulate sounds came from Tracey as she pumped her hips frantically, reaching higher levels of pleasure than she knew was possible until she peaked in a mind blowing explosion of sensations and color that faded into darkness as she passed out from the sensory overload.

Lindsey slipped from the bed and went to her private bathroom. Grabbing a wash cloth, she rinsed it with warm water and then returned to the bed. As she gently cleansed her lover's pubis of the trace blood smears from her deflowering. She was surprised by Tracey's passion as well as her own. Neither had ever discussed anything that would have implied an interest in girl-girl sex. Lindsey knew Tracey had never experimented before with anyone, male or female. In fact, Lindsey would bet that Tracey had never even touched herself sexually. Lindsey had to admit she herself had never expected anything like this; she'd never tried it before but had always been very drawn to Tracey since their days in High School. She guessed that now she knew why.

She became aware that Tracey was now awake and watching her as she continued to stroke Tracey's pubis without even being aware of it. Tracey gave her a shy smile and then pulled her down for a long, lingering kiss.

"That was absolutely incredible. I never suspected it was possible to feel anything like that! No wonder folks are obsessed with sex!" Tracey said after they stopped kissing and lay facing one another. "Is it always that good?"

"Well, I have to admit my experiences have not been that great. From what I could tell, you reached levels I never have."

"This is probably none of my business, but have you had much experience with girls before?"

"Nope. You are my first. I guess, in a way, we both lost our virginity tonight."

"You're kidding! I mean, the way you touched me and knew just what to do and when made me think you had done it all before!"

"Blame it on a fertile imagination and a shady past involving watching porno tapes. As for knowing how to touch you, I just went on what I like and how it makes me feel. I was only worried about hurting you which is why I was trying not to penetrate very deep. My boyfriend hurt me a lot the first time because he was in such a hurry and didn't get me ready for it. I think he was afraid we'd either get caught or I'd change my mind. As it was, he only lasted about three seconds after entry." She chuckled. "Plus he really wasn't very big so it was no big deal."

"Linds, how many lovers have you had?"

Lindsey was quiet for a moment and then said, "Two. Him and you." Tracey snuggled into Lindsey's arms, holding her close, and breathing in the warm scent of her perfume and pheromones. Realizing she was cradling her head against Lindsey's naked breasts, she shifted her head to place her lips against the turgid nipple. She touched it lightly with her tongue, curious about what it would feel like. Lindsey's sudden intake of breath told her that she was doing the right thing, so she closed her lips around the nipple and began to lightly suck it deeper into her mouth while her hand explored the contours of Lindsey's other breasts. As she had noted in the before, Lindsey's breasts were heavier than her own, yet still firm. She thought to herself - Charmin has nothing on these when it comes to being squeezable! As she stroked them, she noticed the nipples and areolas were changing color- growing darker and harder, now a dark red like berries. Lindsey's nipples were almost a half inch in diameter and were now almost standing three-quarters of an inch our from the surrounding areolas. She moved her head to the other nipple and began sliding her hand slowly down over her friend's stomach. As her hand reached the juncture of Lindsey's thigh, Lindsey opened her legs to give Tracey complete access to her most private places.




Tracey & Lindsey



Tracey had never even touched herself in those places unless she was washing herself in the shower. Drawing on the vivid memory of what Lindsey had just done, she began to explore. First she merely slid her hand over the outer lips, cupping them and feeling the moist heat against her palm. Emboldened by the groan that Lindsey made, she bent her fingers and drew one exploratory finger upwards along the inner channel, passing over the vaginal opening and then upward. The involuntary jump that Lindsey made as Tracey's finger came into contact with the clit told Tracey that here was a spot that needed serious attention. First, she slowly circled the nub with the tip of her finger, then rubbed the tip of her clit from side to side. Lindsey's increasingly rapid breathing rate and moans were all the emphasis she needed to continue that, moving her finger faster and then faster again. Lindsey shuddered as her first orgasm rocked her.

Screwing up her courage, Tracey shifted down her friend's body, trailing light kisses along the way, briefly tonguing Lindsey's navel, until her head was above Lindsey's groin. Curious, she used her fingers to spread the lips apart to examine this secret place. The soft coral color was a surprise, as was the ruby red hue of Lindsey's clitoris and vaginal channel. She drew her finger along the slick channel, the silky natural lubricant coating her fingertip. Curious, she slipped the finger into her mouth and savored the sweet and yet tangy flavor of an aroused woman. She lowered her mouth and began to slowly run her tongue along the path taken by her finger. When her tongue reached the opening to Lindsey's inner spaces, she extended it inside, lapping up the sweet liquid that she found. Then she leaned back and slowly inserted one and then a second finger into that space she'd just explored. She could feel the inner walls of the channel grasping against her fingers as she slid them deep inside. She marveled at the image of her fingers plunging in and out of another woman, taking the place a male organ. 

She bent her head and moved her tongue to Lindsey's clitoris. The hard nub had extended from its sheath and was long enough that Tracey could capture it with her lips. She flicked her tongue across the tip and lightly sucked on it at the same time. It took a few seconds before she could synchronize the actions of her fingers with her mouth, but soon she fell into a rhythm. Lindsey's hips began to pump as the sensations built within her, and Tracey picked up the tempo of both her fingers and her mouth and tongue. Lindsey began to groan and her hips pushed harder against Tracey's probing fingers. Tracey decided to try a third finger and was rewarded by a gasp of pleasure from Lindsey. She mis-timed what she was doing and accidentally scraped her teeth against Lindsey's clit. Lindsey cried out as she peaked and Tracey felt a sudden surge in lubrication as Lindsey came, the muscles of the vaginal channel clamping down on her fingers. Lindsey's whole body shuddered as wave after wave of the orgasm crashed through her nervous system.

Tracey moved up and gathered the now limp Lindsey into her arms, holding her close and kissing her face and lips. Lindsey tasted her own juices on Tracey's lips as the kissed, tongues tangling, until they finally broke apart to breathe.

"Oh, wow! It has never been like that before." Lindsey whispered as she caught her breath. "I know I can't give this up now." She kissed Tracey again while exploring her body with soft caresses. Tracey's own hands explored all the curves she could reach until they both reached down between one another's legs to finger each other. On fire once again, they shifted around so that each girl rested her head on the thigh of the other as their tongues explored the creases and delights before them. Lindsey extended her tongue and ran it around the vaginal opening. A twitch of Tracey's hips made Lindsey realize that that small space behind that opening was also extremely sensitive. Tracey followed her example and soon both girls were tonguing around the opening in ever widening circles. Tracey inadvertently brushed her tongue over Lindsey's puckered anus, provoking a shudder of pleasure through Lindsey's body and a gasp from her lungs. Lindsey stretched her neck and lightly tongued Tracey's rosebud in return. Tracey was amazed at the incredible sensation.

Tracey shifted back down the slit and concentrated her oral attentions on Lindsey clit while slipping two fingers inside her friend. Lindsey did the same, gently in case Tracey was sore from her deflowering. Soon, the pleasure they both felt caused their actions to become erratic. Tracey's fingers were drawing almost completely out and them slamming back into Lindsey, An unexpected shift of Lindsey's hips made her slip and one finger pressed against Lindsey's anus.

Fireworks went off in Lindsey's mind and her sphincter muscles relaxed slightly, letting the tip of Tracey's finger inside her back door. Lindsey involuntarily pushed back, lodging Tracey's fingers deeper inside both channels as Tracey sucked and nibbled on Lindsey's clit. Lindsey screamed aloud as a tremendous orgasm rocked her body. Wanting to share the experience she slipped her mouth lower, ran her tongue over Tracey's rosebud and pushing more spit onto the center of the puckered ring. Then she slipped her lubricated finger from Tracey's vagina and pressed it against the now lubricated ring. Slowly she pushed her finger deeper inside Tracey's rear while using the fingers of her other hand to pump two fingers into Tracey's vagina and her tongue to ravage Tracey's clit.

Tracey thought she was going to explode. She felt incredibly full as Lindsey's fingers entered both opening and the sensations were more intense than she'd ever experienced. All she could do was close her eyes and ride the ever building tension until the shattering moment when Lindsey pushed her fingers as deep as she could while simultaneously nipping Tracey's clit with her teeth. Pleasure so intense it shut down her awareness of the outside world crashed through Tracey, pushing her once more into oblivion.

Both girls lay curled in a stupor, heads once again resting on the other's thigh, until they fell sound asleep. As they slept, their hands would periodically caress the other as if to reassure themselves that their lover was still there. At some point, though, Lindsey turned back around and they slept in each other's arms. The morning sun found them still entwined and they kissed tenderly and shyly.

Lindsey pulled Tracey into the bathroom and started the shower. Giving Tracey a moment's privacy for nature's necessities, she grabbed another towel from the stash in her closet and then laid out a change of underwear for them both along with sweatpants and T-shirts. When she returned to the bathroom, Tracey was already in the shower. Lindsey sat and quickly urinated, then joined Tracey under the steamy water. Since Tracey was washing her hair, Lindsey soaped up the washcloth and began to scrub Tracey's back. 

"Hmmmmmmm," Tracey sighed, "I could get used to this."

Lindsey continued to soap her way down Tracey's body, carefully washing her ass and then her legs. Straighten back up, she sat the washcloth aside and then just caressed Tracey's soapy body with her hands, enjoying the super slippery feel of Tracey's skin. She slipped a hand between the cheeks of Tracey's buns, soaping that dusky cleft and laving the puckered ring inside. Knowing how sensitive her own anus felt after the previous night, she didn't apply any pressure but knew that Tracey was enjoying the sensations being induced.

Tracey turned into Lindsey's arms for another kiss and then to rinse her hair. Lindsey picked up the wash cloth and soap and began to wash Tracey's breasts and stomach. Tracey's nipples stood up under the attention being paid them and Tracey shifted her legs apart slightly to give Lindsey access between them. Her eyes closed, she let Lindsey manipulate her to another small orgasm and then she smiled, took the wash cloth and soap from Lindsey with the admonition, "My turn."

Lindsey reveled in the sensations as Tracey washed and explored every inch of her body. Tracey knelt in front of Lindsey to wash her legs. Seeing an opportunity, she leaned forward and kissed Lindsey on her nether lips, darting her tongue inside the slit to flick against Lindsey's clit. She smiled as Lindsey groaned at the contact and then stood back up. Rinsing her mouth under the stream of water, she mumbled, "I forgot about the soap!"

Lindsey rinsed and then shut off the water. Using the large bath sheets, the two quickly dried one another while still pausing to kiss and caress each other. As they entered the bedroom again, Lindsey pointed out the clothing and said, "I hope you wont mind wearing these, but I don't think you should go back down the hall way in the 'come fuck me' outfit."

"Oh, so that's what the outfit said to you, is it?"

"Well, it sure had that effect." Lindsey said as she pulled Tracey back into her arms for a full length embrace while they were both still nude. After kissing deeply for a moment, the two girls reluctantly turned to the clothes and dressed.

As she reached for the door, Tracey turned as asked, "See you later?"

"You'd better! I fully expect an encore tonight! Who know what new things we can find then."

- - -

Tracey closed the door to her dorm room behind her, noticing that her roommate had left her a note on her bed. She walked over to her side of the small room and dropped her clothes from the previous evening into her hamper and then picked up the note. "Gone to town with some friends. Be back late tonight. And where did you spend the night???" Tracey smiled and thought "Not where you think I did!" She caught sight of her reflection in the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the dorm room door. "Hmmm, this baggy sweat shirt and sweat pants don't do a thing for my figure!" She shucked the pants and then pulled the sweat shirt off while still staring at the mirror. She critically examined her reflection. "Nope, no visible indication of last night's fun, except, what's that?" She moved up close to the mirror to examine the faint mark she spotted on the underside of her left breast. A hickey! Lindsey had given her a hickey on her breast!

Tracey continued to stroke her breasts while watching her reflection and reliving the previous evening's memories. Her nipples grew taut and distended as she caressed them, and she could feel the heat building in her center. Stopping for a moment, She quickly slipped out of the panties Lindsey had loaned her and then resumed her self exploration, keeping her hands above her waist for the moment. She could see her nether lips swell as she became more aroused, their color deepening. She slid her hand down slowly over her stomach approaching the apex of her thighs and that moist inner heat. She first cupped her hand over her swollen outer lips and then slowly drew a finger inside and upwards along the crease, lightly passing over the inner lips and skimming her clit.

The jolt of sensation from that momentary contact made Tracey realize that she should probably lay down on her bed before she fell down on the floor. But that would make it impossible to watch herself in the mirror. Tracey grabbed her pillows off her bed and then laid down on the floor in front of the floor length mirror with her legs spread wide. Yes, she could see herself clearly as she resumed her finger's light tracing of the revealed structures. God, she was getting even hotter watching herself this way. She could see how her outer lips had opened to expose her inner core and even her inner lips were now opened. Her clit was plainly visible, distended from is hood and dark red in color. She traced her finger over each surface, examining the sensations caused by light touch versus heavy pressure, finger tip versus nail. Finally, she slipped her finger into the center of the coral opening below those inner lips. Hmmm, that felt so good. A second finger soon followed and she used the fingers from her other hand to continue massaging her clit. She involuntarily drew her knees upwards and opened her legs even farther to give her greater access to this new playground.

She could now see her tight pink anal sphincter exposed below her fingers. Slipping her fingers from within her own core, she slid one fingertip down and lightly circled the aperture as she rubbed her clit in small circles. It felt so amazing! She continued to stroke her anus with slightly more pressure and she felt it start to relax. She applied more pressure in the center and soon the tip of her finger slid inside to the first knuckle. It felt good but not as good as the night before. What was different? It only took a moment before she realized it needed more lubricant; this passage was not self-lubricating! After realizing she had nothing that would serve, she withdrew her finger tip and resumed just stroking her ass as she played with her clit. She could feel her inner fires building. Her fingers moved even faster on her clit and she pushed her other fingers back into her own core. Two fingers fit so well there, but what about three? Slowly she inserted a third finger into the tight sheath. So full! Wave after wave of sensation were building inside now as she thrust her fingers deeper and her little finger brushed across her now sensitized anus. She peaked, her hips pushing up off the floor into her hand, her head tossing from side to side, lost in the oblivion of her first self-induced orgasm. She could feel a sudden heavy wetting of her fingers as she came. As she calmed down, she withdrew her fingers and looked at the thick coating of her juices. Slowly, tentatively, she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, discovering how she must have tasted to Lindsey the night before. Sweet with just a hint of tartness, definitely a flavor she could get used to. In fact, feeling this way was something she wanted as often as possible.

- - -

Tracey met Lindsey for coffee down at the local Starbucks. As she walked over to her friend, her confusion over how to greet her was brushed aside as Lindsey hugged her and kissed her quickly. They sat down and chatted about inconsequential things until Lindsey asked what Tracey had done that day. How could Tracey admit what she had done? "Oh, nothing much I can talk about here!" she replied. 

"Hmmm, sounds intriguing! I, for one, spent about a hour reliving last night in my mind while I fingered myself to orgasm!" Lindsey whispered.

Momentarily shocked by Lindsey's candor, Tracey flushed and then whispered back, "Me, too."

"Let's get out of here," Lindsey paid the check and then they slipped out of the café and onto the street. As they walked down along the store fronts, Tracey thought again about her afternoon of self discovery and pulled Lindsey into the CVS. She led the way over to the feminine hygiene products and started scanning the shelves.

"What are you looking for?"

Tracey lowered her voice and then said, "some kind of lubricant for..." and let her voice trail off.

"Ah, yes, that's a very good idea, especially if it felt as good to you as it did to me" Lindsey colored a little as she continued. "I bought a small vibrator today. Have you even tried one? Oh, wait, brain fart. You were a professional virgin until last night."

"Well, not any more. Let's see what else we can learn about ourselves tonight."

It took the girls only minutes to get back to the dormitory room and then they frantically peeled off their clothes. They tumbled together into the middle of the large bed, their arms about one another as their lips joined in a series of deep, passionate kisses. Hands soon began exploring the gentle curves, turgid peaks, and moist clefts, eliciting moans of pleasure as each sensitive spot was singled out for individual attention. Mouths soon followed hands, with no spot left unexplored.

Tracey reached out and snagged the bag from the pharmacy and opened the tube of K-Y Jelly. Squeezing a dollop on her finger, she placed the lubricated finger against Lindsey's puckered ring and pressed. Her finger slipped inside smoothly as the sphincter muscles relaxed. She pumped the finger in and out as she sucked and nibbled on Lindsey's clit, and she was soon rewarded by Lindsey's cataclysmic orgasm.

Lindsey grabbed the tube of KY and lubricated the small vibrator that she had bought earlier that day. She pressed the tip against Tracey's anus and slid the vibrator inside. Once the vibrator was halfway inserted, Lindsey turned it on to a low setting. Tracey had never felt anything quite like it, and she closed her eyes to just concentrate on the sensations. As she became even more aroused, Lindsey increased the setting on the vibrator to medium. The vibrations seem to flow through Tracey, echoing in her core. Lindsey began to plunge the vibrator in and out, withdrawing almost to the end and then thrusting it deep inside. She shifted the switch to high and pushed three fingers deep into Tracey's vagina, filling her. The sensations grew ever stronger and Tracey suddenly climaxed, her fluids gushing out in a wave.

Lindsey got a warm wet washcloth and cleansed herself, then Tracey, and then finally wiped off the vibrator. She returned to the bed and gathered Tracey into her arms. Tracey lay with her head resting on Lindsey's breasts, occasionally kissing the turgid nipple, as her hands drifted in lazy circles on Lindsey's abdomen. After a bit, Lindsey shifted her legs to provide Tracey with access to the juncture of her thighs, and Tracey soon slipped her hand down into her lover's slippery crevasse. She traced the swollen inner lips, and rubbed the erect clit now distended from its hood. Spotting the vibrator, Tracey switched it to low and began to rub the tip along the same path just taken by her fingers, culminating with the tip of the vibrator resting on Lindsey's clitoris. Lindsey's gasp of delight was all the encouragement Tracey needed, and Tracey shifted herself downwards so she could lie between her friend's spread legs. 

She stroked Lindsey's pussy with her tongue, delving into each nook and cranny, then closed her lips and teeth on Lindsey's clit. As she suckled on the rigid nub, she took the vibrator and slowly inserted into Lindsey's vagina. Switching it up to high, she began to push it slowly and deeply inside until it was touching bottom, then she would pull it back until only the smallest portion of the tip remained inside. She developed a rhythm, and when the vibrator was fully inserted, she would tighten the pressure of her teeth on Lindsey's clit. Lindsey's hips began to buck so Tracey increased the tempo. Lindsey tangled her hands in Tracey's hair, holding her head against her sopping slit as Tracey sucked and bit Lindsey's clit while rapidly fucking her with the vibrator. It soon pushed her to the edge and her hip movements became frantic. Tracey sucked harder on Lindsey's clit and, sensing Lindsey was right at the edge, she bit harder on Lindsey's clit while pushing the vibrator even deeper inside. Lindsey screamed in delight as she came, splashing Tracey with her sweet cream. Tracey bent her head and licked it all up, especially the trickle that had flowed between Lindsey's thighs and over her anus. Once she had captured all she could, she kissed her way back up Lindsey's body and then kissed Lindsey's open mouth deeply, their tongues dancing in celebration of their mutual satisfaction.



Tracey and the BBC



This was not how Bill had envisioned his weekend. As he approached the house, he thought of how he had just recently blacked out Ashley and had been looking forward to a weekend full of fucking her in his currently empty house. Ashley has developed the biggest tits in school over the last few months, and it has taken Bill just an afternoon to seduce her once he set his mind on it. Bill had to stop thinking of the titty fucking he had enjoyed that afternoon so that he did not have a hard on when he knocked on his aunt's door. Instead, he started to think of how he could enjoy the weekend. The work probably would not be too strenuous, and it was possible he could finish it in one day. Of course, he could always enjoy the company of his aunt Tracey as well. This thought caused his dick to stiffen again, so he tucked it in his elastic as he knocked on the door.

Tracey's heartbeat quickened as she heard the knock. Before arriving at the door she stopped to look in the mirror and ensure that everything was in place. She knew this was stupid. She had known Bill since he was 11 years old and she married his uncle Bob. Still, in the last seven years he had become a big and, she decided to admit it to herself, sexy man. She applied some mascara to give her deep blue eyes a saucer like appearance. She knew there was no sexual attraction between them... even though he was so big and sexy and SO so so black... because she was his aunt. She was 12 years older, had known him since he was a kid, and she was happily married to his uncle, she told herself. She applied gloss to give her lips a pink sheen. She had always taken tremendous pride in appearance she told herself. All of this primping was not to impress her incredibly sexy black nephew... even if she had always lusted after black men.,. it was just how she always prepared. She checked her ass in the mirror. Good, bubbly as usual. She was ready to open the door. 

Bill was getting tired of waiting. He was alternating between damning his parents, away on yet another Christian mission to Africa, for threatening to cut off his car payments if he did not help his aunt around the house, and thinking of all that he could "help" his aunt with around her house. He would never want to hurt his uncle, but his sexual desires usually trumped all else. He knew that his aunt was not a realistic conquest however, as she seemed happily married to his uncle for the past seven years. Still, Bill knew that if the chance ever arose, he would not be able to stop himself from taking his aunt. Just as the sexual thoughts began to dominate his thinking, she opened the door. 

Bill immediately ceased damning his parents. Tracey greeted him at the door looking incredible. Her shoulder length blonde hair was immaculate as always. Bill was confident that she dyed it, but you could not tell just from looking. Her deep blue eyes, truly beautiful and surrounded by expertly curled eyelashes, looked at him excitedly. She flashed him a full smile, surrounded by glossy pink lips, that caused him to grin himself. Her round face gave her a look of innocence that Bill found irresistible in white girls. She was wearing short, tight black workout shorts that showcases her large, round ass. That ass had always captivated Bill, even since he was 11 years old. He was glad that his aunt's recent running, an activity that she had taken up with his uncle Bob, had not left her as scrawny as it had left him. If anything, her spherical ass was now tighter. This effect was helped by the pink high heel shoes that were ever present with his aunt Tracey. Always a fashionista, she wore heels at every opportunity. Her silky pink top had a neck so wide that one bare shoulder was always visible. The outline of her C cup breasts was also visible, as Bill thought that running had only improved his aunt. As he admired his aunt's form, she pulled him in for the obligatory kiss.

Tracey was so glad hers had sent her nephew over as she opened the door. In addition to the work that needed to be done, she would enjoy the eye candy that Billy was obviously meant to be, she playfully thought to herself. Her nephew had been 6'5 for years, but she still never associated him with the giant black man before her. Billy was wearing a white tshirt that showed off the impressive musculature that he had developed in the last few years. Tracey noted that her husband's physique, which was certainly not bad, would have been lost in such a shirt. On Bill however, it showed off the muscular bulges she found to be typical of black men. Tracey thought that Bill's light blue shorts were somewhat shorter than typical teenager length... long enough to hide whatever he had in there... although nothing scandalous. Tracey had never seen a person with darker skin than Bill, who really was basically black except for a slight brown hue. His features were traditionally African, large and overpowering in the nose and lips... and definitely in other places... and she had to admit, he was quite handsome.

Instead of standing there admiring her nephew Tracey decided it was best to greet him. At 5'5, and wearing heels, she was able to reach up to Bill's neck and pull him down for the kiss that she had always greeted him with since he was 11 years old. When he was a child he had resisted the kiss and she had needed to bribe him, but as he grew older he became accustomed to it. Tracey always kissed Bill to the side of his mouth, but on this occasion she allowed the corner or her lips to kiss the corner of his. This slight change, a few millimeters really, gave Tracey an almost electric jolt in her lips. She decided that this was all in good fun she giggled to herself, and besides, she needed a little excitement as her husband had left her alone for the past two weeks while he was away on business. 

"Hi Billy! Soooo glad you could come over here and help your old Aunt."

"No problem at all" Billy said as he worked to hide the slight smile that his Aunt's initial greeting had given him. He must have subconsciously moved his lips so that they would brush against each other, he thought.

"When does Bob come back?"

"On Tuesday, thankfully. I will have to show you the pictures he's taken in New York so far. So beautiful!" 

"Sounds good. Hopefully he brings you back something nice" Bill was always impressed with his aunt's bubbly personality. He knew that she could be intense when she wanted something, usually a big discount at a boutique of some sort, but her bubbly personality had made her his favourite aunt by far. Well, he thought, that and her other bubbly parts. 

"Oh I'm sure that he will. I will tell him to get you something nice too for helping your aunt out on this beautiful weekend!"

"That's OK, it's my pleasure to help you any way that I can"

"Oh you're so sweet! I know you probably have a thousand girlfriends though"... lucky little bitches..."but I will try to get you out of here as quickly as possible so you aren't couped up with your old aunt"

"Really it's no problem. The girlfriends can wait" he laughed "more than enough to go around for them. Besides, I always have fun with my Aunt Tracey. No one has an aunt like mine. 29 going on 18." This was mainly true Bill thought. Although he had wanted to be home titty fucking Ashley, he did always have fun with Tracey. She definitely was a 'cool aunt'.

"Oh Billy!" said Tracey as she placed her hand on his arm, pleased with the compliment. "Always such a charmer. No wonder there are so many girls!" Tracey was talking about his charming personality clearly, but also internally referring to the massive bicep she was gently stroking, one of the many bulging muscles on her nephew. She had always founds burly black men sexy as hell, but Billy put them all to shame she mused as she casually stroked his bicep with her thumb and smiled up at him.

The ringing of the phone ended their little chat. Tracey jumped to attention.

"I have to get that, it might be Bob!" Nothing wrong with a little innocent flirtation Tracey thought as she walked toward the phone.

Bill watched his aunt walk toward the phone and finally got a good look at her ass. He was definitely ok with spending a little bit of time with his aunt this weekend. He could watch that thing for three days straight.

Tracey turned and looked at Billy before picking up the phone. She noticed that he had been staring at her ass. She giggled to herself. She worked hard to keep it round and firm, and there was no harm in other people enjoying looking at it, even if it was her nephew. She hadn't really given him a choice anyway, she thought to herself, as these shorts pressed and pulled her ass until it was all but impossible to avoid noticing it... especially for big sexy black men... She hadn't worn these shorts because they made her ass look so sexy though, but because it was so hot out and because there was work to be done. Yes, she told herself, that was it... and anything else was a little bonus...

Bill decided to walk around the house while his aunt was on the phone. She was a talker, so it may be quite a while before she is off. Bill looked at pictures in the living room, including one of he and his aunt when he was 11. He thought that his aunt was pretty at the time, and he had to say that she looked better at 29 than she did at 22. Getting thicker in the right places will do that, he laughed to himself. He walked down to his aunt's bedroom and thought back to the times when he would sneak in there just to touch her underwear. She was the most attractive older woman that Billy knew, and the thought of just touching her panties excited him. Billy had stopped sneaking in there years ago however, as he has stopped fantasizing about women at the very time that he started fucking them. Still, his aunt was a fun, if unattainable, fantasy. 

Bill heard that Tracey was on the phone talking to her best friend Shannon and figured that he would be waiting for a while. He decided to raid Tracey's panty drawer for old times sake, and pulled out a silky purple thong. This would have driven him crazy a few years ago. He laid down on her bed and rubbed the fabric of the thong, thinking about its typical contents and how the little string would fit snuggly inside that fine ass. Bill did not want to get caught with his aunt's thong in his hands, so he picked up the phone to listen in for when her conversation ended. When the phone hung up, he would put the thong back and report for work.

"... so Bob has been gone for two weeks? Nice sex life. Are you crawling the walls yet girl?"

"Basically! Two weeks is an eternity. I'm used to getting some every night. I've had to put my energy into other areas."

"Like what? Finger aerobics?"

"Don't be so gross Shannon! I'm horny, but I'm waiting for Bob to come back. He is going to get the lay of a lifetime, I can guarantee that. He had better be able to keep up..."

"Is he still 'underperforming' due to the running?"

"I guess, but that shouldn't be a problem after the big trip! I hope anyway..."

Bill had to smile. His aunt would be absolutely mortified if she knew he could hear her. He had to figure that his uncle would be too if he knew. Bill would never allow a woman as hot as his aunt to tell her friends that he had underperformed. She would never have reason to. He was brought back into their conversation when he heard his name

"...Billy is going to be helping around the house with some chores. Heavy lifting, mowing the lawn and things like that."

"Billy is the black one, right? How did he get in your family again?"

"I told you this before. Bob's sister and her husband adopted him from Western Africa when he was a baby. They were on one of their missions, as usual."

"Oh yeah. He should be a good help then. Last time I saw him he was way over 6 feet tall. Is he still a cutie?"

"Oh my gosh, he is massive now. He has muscles in places that Bob doesn't even have. So handsome too. He always has girls all over him."

"So there are still little mudsharks around town like you!"

"Hey!"

"What?! There was like one black guy in town and you dated him. Then we went away to university, and it was four years of jungle fever. I still can't believe you are with Bob and not some guy named Jamal!"

" Shut up! You know that I have always been attracted to black men, but I married Bob. I love him."

"And why did you stop seeing black men? I really doubt that you stopped being attracted to them."

"Oh can we get off this topic? Black men are the best in bed. Everyone knows that. But I love Bob. Can you imagine if I showed up with a black baby? I would never live it down!" Tracey and Bob were now at the point in their life that they were preparing to have a baby. He had been struggling, despite their almost nightly love making.

"That would be hilarious, you racist!"

"OH MY GOD I am not, shut up!"

"I know I know! I'm just joking. No one who spent so much time pleasuring so many black men could be racist against them. Why don't you just get a black lover to satisfy you though?"

"This conversation is so crude Shann! I love my husband and I would never cheat on him!"

"Not even with a handsome black man with a big black dick?"

"No, never. And besides, there aren't even any black men in this town."

"Except for the big good-looking one in your house right now. Are you telling me that you don't miss black dick?"

"I love my husband."

"You used to tell me how nothing could ever fill you u..."

"GOODBYE Shannon!"

*Click*

Bill put the phone down and stood up. He waited for his erection to go down slightly and took off his shirt. He knew what he had to do.

Tracey was flustered as she hung up the phone. She had not been touched sexually in weeks and was hornier than she could ever remember. The last thing she needed was Shannon talking to her about big, black cocks. She didn't even know they should be called cocks and not dicks! It wasn't fair, she thought angrily to herself. Shannon has been with Tom since high school. She never got to experience the pleasure of big black cocks. It had been hard enough giving them up when she married Bob. Talking about them after weeks without sex was torture. She was so happy with Bob... he can't satisfy me... Yes, she was happy with Bob. Their sex life was good... he can't match the black cocks I got used to... it was as good as she could expect. She would never cheat on him, even if he wasn't great in bed... black cock is so big and amazing... even if there were black men in the area... there is one and he is in the house... 

"Let's get to work, Trace"

Bill broke his aunt's train of thought. She looked surprised at the shirtless black man standing in front of her.

"Oh... oh... ye... yeah let's get to work Billy!" Tracey stuttered as she stared at her shirtless nephew. Billy really was built to be shirtless, she thought to herself. A shirtless, sexy black man is not what I need right now... maybe it's exactly what I NEED... in this horny state. She also thought that she needed to get revenge on Shannon for doing this to her, but she didn't yet know what.

"What are we doing then? Mowing the lawn?"

"Yes, we need to do that. It's as good a place as any to start!"

Bill found the mower in the garage and primed it. Tracey found her gardening tools and took them out as well. Bill then headed behind the garage to do some pushups. He wanted to be sweaty while he mowed the lawn.

"Well, I know it's a lot but I'm really grateful" Tracey said looking out at her extensive lawn upon his return.

"Not a problem at all" said Bill, as he set off to his task.

Mowing a lawn had never been so easy, thought Bill, as he watched his aunt working in the garden. Time flew as he watched her bend over time and again to pull out weeds and plant seeds. It was only getting better the closer he got, as his view of his aunt improved.

Tracey admitted to herself that she enjoyed watching her nephew mow the lawn without his shirt, and was glad that her sunglasses obscured this knowledge. The sun was shining off his hard black muscles and she couldn't help but admire them. She wished that Bob looked a bit more like his nephew, but knew that it was out of the question for her to be married to, and procreate with, a black man. It would have been a scandal in their area, and, she wanted a baby who looked like her. She wished to herself that she had never dated black men... or fucked them... so that she didn't know what she was missing. She could look though. And she did. She could also tease; just a little anyway, she thought. Tracey made sure that her nephew got a good look at his aunt's posterior in her tightest shorts. Tracey was impressed with her 29 year old physique, especially her ass... black men like round asses... and was not going to hide it. Her gardening was getting slower as Bill got closer and her staring increased.

As much as he enjoyed looking at his aunt's ass, Bill thought it was time to turn up the heat.

"Hey Trace, why don't you take a break? I'm sure you've been working hard all this time since Bob left. Why don't you just sit out and lounge while I finish up? Should take another hour or so."

"Good idea Billy. Why don't you go get the lounger and I'll get the drinks! You can take a break too if you like." 

"Nah, I'd like to get the work done. A drink would be great though."

Tracey went inside to get the drinks. Lemonade would be good, she thought, and she put a little extra kicker in hers. She brought the drinks out and delivered one to Bill.

"Thanks" said Bill as he put his head back and slowly downed his drink.

Tracey could not stop hungrily looking at Bill as he had his drink. Her nephew was even better up close. He was hard as a rock and with the sun shining on his sweaty body he looked like an ebony god. She could feel her crotch moistening just standing near him. Tracey shook her head and then went to her lounger. She sat down and opened her book up to page 391. 

That went well enough, Bill thought to himself. She really does have a thing for black men, although he found that most local girls did, when it came to him at least. He then remembered the next part of his plan.

"Hey Trace, do you have any sunscreen? It's pretty hot out here. Don't want to get burned."

"Good idea Billy! I'll go get some" Tracey said as she ran inside.

Billy watched his aunt's tight ass jiggle as she went up the steps. Gotta love gravity, he thought to himself.

"Do you want to do me?" Bill said to Tracey upon her return.

Tracey's heart skipped a beat at this question.

"No... I'm.."

"Here then I'll do you first" said Bill as he squirted lotion into his hands and began rubbing it into his aunt's shoulders. 

Tracey was relieved at this event. She was also quite impressed by the strength of her nephew's hands on her shoulders... black men know how to use their hands... As he moved down to her legs, she was very happy that she had them waxed the previous day. 

Bill was taking his time rubbing his aunt's smooth legs. She was toned, but not enough to obscure the womanly bulges in her lower body. Bill also noted the pink thong straps that were poking above her shorts. Bill also enjoyed being so close to his aunt's ass. It seemed to come out directly at him, without drooping toward the ground at all. It amazed him, considering how round it was. After making sure that he covered every possible inch of his aunt's legs in lotion, Bill informed her that it was her turn. 

Tracey thought to herself that Billy was really very thorough... and great with his hands... and that she should return the favour for him... it would be great to rub down every one of those black muscles... 

"So you're ready?" Billy asked his aunt, who seemed to not be paying attention.

"Yep! Lotion me up!" 




Tracey and the BBC



Tracey was even more thorough that Bill when it came to applying lotion, and there was a lot more area to cover. She made him sit down at first, just so she could reach his upper body... and really get to touch that sexy body... in the name of efficiency. She didn't want him to burn. While straddling him, she allowed herself to enjoy applying the lotion to her chiseled nephew. She did this in slow circular motions with both hands. He then stood up so that she could rub his legs, which were also impressive... shame about those damn shorts though... and were far more powerful than Bob's, even though he was an avid runner. She put her hands slightly up his shorts, just to make sure he was protected in the event that his shorts rose a little... damn I can't feel it... and then was finished. All in all it had taken around 10 minutes. Bill went back to mowing the lawn while his aunt watched from behind her sunglasses. Tracey could not concentrate on anything other than her nephew. It had been years she had touched a black man like that. She could not stop thinking about touching that sexy black body. The powerful arms, granite shoulders, rock hard abs all drove her crazy. The black men she had been with were attractive, but could not compare to Billy. She wondered if they could compare to Billy in other ways... I bet he has a massive cock... she knew that Bob couldn't. His 6 inch penis had been adequate the last few years, but nothing amazing... I bet Billy's is over 8 inches... at least not compared to what she had before... and massively thick... Billy even had the sexiest skin she had ever felt. So dark and smooth in a masculine way... I bet his cock is black as night... like a luxurious leather that was meant to please her... I NEED to touch him again... I LOVE my husband though... I WILL touch him again... I love my husband... I WILL touch his big black cock... I love... I NEED IT... my husband.

"The stuff in the garage, right?"

Tracey was startled by her nephew's question. She had been transfixed by watching him at work and had gotten lost in her thoughts. She was on the verge of orgasm and knew she had to stop thinking those thoughts. 

"Yeah Billy, the stuff in the garage if you don't mind. You're so good to your Aunt!"

Not as good as I want to be, thought Bill. Not as good as I might be, in fact.

"No problem at all. Shouldn't take too long. Supper after?"

"Sure sweetie! I'll make you something good as reward for all your hard work. First I'll take a quick shower, and then I'll whip it up!"

"Sounds great."

Billy watched his Aunt as she ran inside the house. She had not said anything when he had stopped mowing multiple times and had to restart the mower. He found that he had to frequently adjust himself to hide his erection after running Tracey's silky smooth legs and being so close to her fine ass. Either she had an extra strong lemonade to drink, or she had gotten caught up in the scenery. Billy knew that he had enjoyed the scenery she provided, as his aunt spent the majority of his mowing time slowly rubbing her legs together. Although Tracey's ass was his favourite body part, he enjoyed looking at her legs as well. Running had been good for them as they were not especially skinny, but were definitely toned now. He also caught her occasionally rubbing her hand across her breast. He was sure that she did not intend it to appear sexual, but it certainly did. He grinned to himself and thought that he may be having an effect on her. He knew he would have his answer shortly after she went into the shower. 

Tracey knew that she needed a shower after the last few hours. A cold shower. She was on the verge of orgasm from thinking about her nephew, and she knew she needed to get her lust under control. As she stripped in her bedroom, she noticed that her pink thong was soaked. Damn Bob for leaving me without sex for so long she thought... and for not having a big black cock... as she could never remember being so wet. She also noticed that her pink nipples were bigger than she could ever remember. 

After hopping in the shower, she felt herself calming down. The cold water was doing its job. She began cleaning herself, paying particular attention to her still-throbbing vagina. It felt good to touch herself down there... not as good as black skin would... but she would wait for Bob. She began shaving her pubic hair. She wanted her vagina to look as pretty as possible. For when Bob comes home, she told herself. Even though he won't be home for days...Billy must like smooth white pussy... she would probably not find the time in the next few days she assured herself.

Billy went into the house a few minutes after his aunt. Once he heard her start up the shower, he headed down to her bedroom. Once inside, he scanned the room for the object of his interest. He saw a thin pink strap poking out from underneath the bed and picked it up. The thong from before. It was soaking wet. Bill put the thong up to his face and smelled it. Lust. There was no mistaking it. The thong was covered in his aunt's lusty vaginal juices. His aunt wanted him sexually, and judging by the wetness, she wanted him badly. The seduction would continue.

Tracey finished her grooming and left the shower. After drying herself, she admired herself in the mirror again. Her body could compete with any skanky 18 year old, she thought. She turned and looked at her ass. She couldn't imagine any of the kids at the high school could compete with this. Plus she had experience... at pleasing big black cock... that no other girls could compete with. She was definitely sexier than the girls that Billy dated, she told herself confidently.

Bill put the thong in his pocket for later. He strategically intercepted his aunt in the hallway as she exited the bathroom.

"Hey Trace, I couldn't finish taking all the stuff out of the garage. I must have pulled something in my back. Sorry" Bill lied as he took in his aunt's form in her towel. Now he knew that her breasts had not shrunk since she took up running. She was no Ashley, but Tracey could definitely give him more than a mouthful.

"Oh that stinks! That you hurt your back that is, not that you couldn't finish. Are you ok sweetie?" Tracey asked as her eyes were reunited with her nephew's massive chest.

"Oh yeah it should be fine. It happened from time to time. I can finish tomorrow if you don't mind. I can even stay here so that I can get to work nice and early."

"If you want to, that would be great!"

"Ok then, sounds good. I'll just get a shower then before supper. See you in a bit."

Tracey felt sorry for her nephew but she was hopeful that he would feel better soon. She would do whatever she could to make him feel better ... I know how to make a black man feel good... She was also excited by the idea of sleeping under the same roof as her nephew. She would feel safer sleeping in the same house as a man, she told herself... even better under the same covers... but now she had to make some supper. She had a nice chicken ready and some chocolate cake, and supper was not going to prepare itself.

Bill was enjoying his shower. He had to turn up the temperature from the ice cold water that his aunt had used, but he finally had it just right. Billy was tempted to masturbate, as he had gotten himself hot from the day's flirtations. He decided not to however, as he no longer masturbated. A woman would always take care of his sexual needs for him. He decided instead to use the razor in the shower to clean himself up. He definitely thought that he would need to be presentable down there. He thought about Tracey's pussy. She definitely keeps herself trimmed down there, he was certain. I bet it's as smooth as ice and as warm as a sauna. Bill shook his head. He needed to be thinking clearly. After half an hour he was content and stepped out of the bathroom.

Tracey had finished with supper and was finishing applying her makeup. She wanted to look good for supper. She had decided to wear a short, yellow sundress for the rest of the day. The front was pretty low cut, showing at least three inches of cleavage, and her still-hard nipples were partially visible through the fabric, but it was just family that was over. She would not wear such an outfit if strange men were over she assured herself... black men love my tits... but Billy is family. She knew that family should be comfortable with each other... I bet he knows how to suck my nipples... and her outfit wasn't scandalous. Her ass was obscured by the flowing fabric, but her thighs were hardly covered... I bet he knows how to eat pussy too...but hey, a little flirtation never hurt anyone, she told herself yet again.

"Trace, I need a favour" Bill asked as he appeared in her doorway

"Anything you want Billy!" Tracey replied as she looked at her nephew in only the towel, which seemed to just hang on to his hips.

"My shorts are pretty sweaty, and I only packed one pair so can I borrow some of Bob's" Bill asked as his aunt ogled him. He returned the favour, as he was impressed by her appearance in the tiny sundress.

"Absolutely." She replied... fall down, fall down, fall down...

"Cool. Any pair will do"

"I doubt he has any in your size, but we'll find something."... FALL DOWN, FALL DOWN, FALL DOWN... 

Tracey brought over a blue pair of Bob's running shorts.

"These should stretch at least!"... in some places they had better...

"Ok then, thanks. I will have to make these work. See you in a few minutes. I have to warn you though, if they don't fit I'll be naked!" Bill laughed.

Tracey didn't laugh. She couldn't get the image of her naked nephew out of her head. Her panties were also now soaked again, so she just took them off and headed to supper. The damn towel never fell down.

Supper went quite well. Billy was already seated by the time Tracey was ready to serve the food. They enjoyed the chicken then the dessert. 

"Well that was great Tracey. Especially the dessert."

"Definitely! Nothing like a good chocolate cake at the end of the day."

"Yep. I always knew you loved chocolate too." Bill laughed to himself at his stupid wordplay.

"MMMMHMMMM" Tracey was amused. He didn't know how accurate he was.

"What should we do? We can watch a movie if you like?"

"Great idea. You go pick one out." Tracey looked up and saw her nephew already heading toward the living room. Bob's shorts were way too small for him, but they definitely stretched. The V of Bill's back pointed down to a hard ass that strained the fabric of the shorts. Tracey missed the powerful asses she found that black men seemed to possess in large numbers. She could definitely bounce a quarter off of it...and I wouldn't mind seeing my ankles wrapped around it... as Bill filled it in a way that Bob never could. At least in the back.

Bill looked for the right movie to set the mood. There wasn't a Jungle Fever to be found. He decided instead to go with the movie 'The White Masai' on Netflix. A blonde white woman goes to Africa with her fiancée and decides to stay with a Masai warrior. It was simple, but gave off the message that he wanted. No one would be overly distracted by the plot of this movie. There may be other distractions however. 

The lights were out when Tracey walked into the living room. Bill had set the movie up and was sitting in the middle of the couch. He motioned her over, and she sat to his left. As the movie started, Bill stretched out to get more comfortable. He stretched his arms so that each was resting comfortably on the back of the couch, with his left wrist just behind his aunt's neck. He also spread his legs to give himself some much needed room.

Tracey had not yet heard a word in the movie. She just kept staring at the bulge in the front of her husband's shorts. She must be seeing things in the dark, she told herself. The fabric was rising inches above where the crotch should be. Not even the black men she knew years before could come close to filling shorts like that. All of a sudden Bill spread out his legs and she knew. Everything fell into place. Without his legs pushing everything up, she could clearly see the outline of Bill's penis... Big Black Cock... and it was as large as she had imagined. The blue fabric struggled to contain what appeared to be at least 8 inches of thick penis... beautiful black cock meat... that curved to the left and pointed right at her. Tracey struggled to clearly make out its outline in the darkness, and longed for explosions of brightness to emerge from the television and highlight her nephew's member.

Bill liked how this was going. His aunt had not yet so much as looked at the tv screen. This is really going to happen he told himself. She is close

"It's pretty cool in here, don't you think?" Bill asked

"... huh... ah.. yeah it is..." Tracey stumbled with her words... Big Black Cock...

"Maybe I should get something else to wear. I'm practically naked here."

"NO!!! There is nothing in your size anyway." Tracey was surprised with the forcefulness of her no.

"I'll just get us a blanket" She suggested, hopefully.

"Nah, don't bother. We can just cuddle up to keep warm. I'll never be too old to cuddle with my aunt." Bill laughed at his own statement.

"OK, that sounds great!" Tracey said as she felt Bill's hand...sexy black flesh... pull her by the shoulder toward him. 

Tracey felt safe having Bill's arm around her. She also felt like she was under his control, just as she had been with black men years ago... I miss big strong black men... it just felt natural for her. She felt sexy having his fingers underneath her flimsy left shoulder strap...I miss black cock... and she couldn't get enough of his musky aroma. Bob didn't smell like this... I need black cock... but real men did. The masculine, overpowering smell belonged with men like Billy...I'm inches from it...

Bill was enjoying being so close to his aunt, but it was causing him troubles. Her soft skin and sweet perfume were causing him to become excited. He knew that the sight of his erection might cause her to lose control, but it could also bring her back to reality and scare her away from her nephew. Billy wanted desperately to fuck his aunt, but he also wanted to avoid an awkward family situation if she turned him down. She would have to make the final move. Bill decided to grab Tracey's legs and put them on his own. No explanation would be needed, he assumed.

Tracey felt an electric jolt as Bill grabbed her legs and brought them onto his lap. She was surprised, and excited, when he kept his hands on her smooth legs and began rubbing them. What a sweet boy, she thought, to keep his aunt warm... move those hands higher...

Rubbing his aunt's silky smooth legs was only making Bill more excited. He knew that he couldn't stop himself though. He needed to talk to distract himself.

"I find the contrast between black and white skin to be irresistible." Bill brazenly stated, looking at his hand on Tracey's leg. He casually placed her hand on his chest at the same time.

"ummm.... I definitely know women who agree. So sexy." Me more than anyone, Tracey thought to herself. He is driving me crazy. She noticed that her right shoulder strap was slipping.

"Oh definitely. I don't have problems picking up white girls. I only pick up white girls in fact. Not that there is much of a choice around here. Do you agree with them?" He asked as her hand moved down his chest.

"With who?" Tracey struggled to follow the conversation. He is my nephew...he's sexy as hell...

"The women who find black men sexy."

"Ahhhh... I used to date black men sometimes." Tracey was angry with herself for revealing this. Bob didn't even know. But she did used to date black men... and fuck them... exclusively in fact...with good reason... she saw her hand move onto his abs.

"Really? I'm surprised then. They say that once you go black you don't go back. In my experience, it's true. None of the girls I've blacktopped have gone back to white men even after I dumped them." Tracey's hand was on his lower abdomen.

"... well... sometimes it happens..." Why did it happen to me? I loved being with black men... getting fucked senseless by them...

"Why did you stop seeing black men?" Billy asked as Tracey's hand wandered below his belly button and her right shoulder strap fell. This was driving him crazy.

"...I fell in love with your uncle." WHY DID I STOP FUCKING BLACK MEN?! I love my husband...I love black cock... I love my husband...I NEED BLACK COCK... I belong with my husband...I belong with black cock...

"Still though, I can see why black men went crazy for you." Billy said, and he was honest. His aunt really did have all the right curves, and a beautiful face too. He would love to see those deep blue eyes looking up at him with his black cock between those pink lips. Tracey's pinkie and ring fingers moved just above his cock. He was having trouble controlling himself as he greedily stroked her leg.

I am meant for black men... and meant for big black cock... No, I am married to Bob. I have to stop this, she thought... I want this so much... 

Tracey stood up. It was the most difficult thing she had ever done. She was so close to the black cock she so desired.

"I have to go to sleep!" She said hurriedly. She noticed the look of surprise on her nephew's face.

"Ok then... I guess I will too" FUCK! Bill was shocked. He was also horny as fuck. He thought he was so close.

Tracey practically ran down the hallway to her bedroom and closed the door. 

Bill sat in stunned silence. He thought he was about to fuck Tracey. He was desperate to fuck Tracey. He assured himself that he still could, he just needed to calm down. He waited a few minutes for his wits to return and a final plan to formulate.

Tracey was surprised that she escaped. She had been moments from taking out that massive...glorious... black cock and sucking it dry right there. Wouldn't that have been a shock for her nephew. And for the rest of the family. No one would ever know what had been so close to happening. Except for her.

Bill knew what he should do. He needed to be patient though. It would be the ultimate test. If it did not work, he knew that he would not get to fuck his aunt. He hoped it would work. He was confident that it would.

Tracey knew that she would not be able to sleep in her current state. She needed sexual release, and badly. She had stopped masturbating when she got married and threw away her sex toys. The almost daily sex with Bob... if it deserved to be called sex... kept her desires at bay, she told herself. She would kill for one now though... I would kill for a black cock... she knew that her fingers would have to do... there is big black cock in the house... Tracey slipped off her sundress and lay back on the bed. She immediately grabbed and pinched one nipple and began furiously fingering her clitoris. Her vagina was throbbing and was soaking wet. She would get this over with and be ready to sleep, she told herself. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Bill. His hard black... so so black... body and massive penis... it was really a cock... No, she told herself. That was her nephew. She had known him almost since he was 10... now I know that he has 10 inches... No. It was wrong. And dirty... so delightfully dirty... She could not allow herself to think of sex with Billy... Billy doesn't have sex, he fucks... Even though he was the sexiest man she had ever seen... black men know how to fuck... with the biggest cock she could imagine... I bet Billy knows how to use that cock... 

Tracey left her nipple and moved her free hand to her vagina. While her right hand worked on her clit, she placed a finger in her opening. It was not enough. She still felt empty... I have been empty for seven years... She decided to go with two fingers. Still not enough... only big black cock can fill me... She was frustrated. She would imagine Billy fucking her just so that she could cum and get to sleep... black men always did know how to make me cum...




Tracey and the BBC



Billy stood outside the door. He could hear low moaning and fast breathing. Either his aunt was giving birth, or she was rapidly masturbating. His confidence was boosted, and he knew that the plan would work. He knocked on the door.

Billy was furiously pounding his cock into her while kissing her neck when Tracey heard a knock. God damn it, she thought, as she had been so close to climaxing during her fantasy. She put to her sundress and opened the bedroom door to see her nephew...fuck he looks good... awaiting her.

"Hi Trace, hope you weren't sleeping." Billy facetiously stated.

"I just want to ask a favour. I need to get up early to finish the work out in the garage. Can you come and wake me up at 9? 

"Sure hunny, no problem." Tracey was still angry that she had not cum, but happy to see Billy... and his big black cock... again.

"Ok great. I'm a heavy sleeper too, so you might have to shake me or something." Billy lied. This was perfect, he told himself. He had interrupted her masturbation, hopefully ensuring that she would be incredibly horny.

"I think I can handle that" Tracey was busy staring at his body, and trying to sneak peeks at Billy's package... I could do more than handle that cock...

"Thanks then. See you in the morning." Bill bent down for peck that his aunt always used for greetings and goodbyes. Instead of their lips just brushing however, Bill made sure that he kissed Tracey square on the lips for one second. He could have sworn that her lips had tugged on his lower lip as he walked away to the guest room.

Tracey's whole body felt like it was on fire. That innocent kiss had sent her into a lusty fit. Black lips were so full and luxurious, like they were made just for her. She missed kissing them. She missed being kissed by them. She did not want the kiss to end. Tracey knew that she had lost her ability to cum from masturbation now. She needed to get fucked. Bob could not come home fast enough...he will never be enough...

Bill returned to the guest room and lay in the bed. He took off his constricting shorts and took out his aunt's still wet thong. He took in her aroma. It was sweet and intoxicating, and made him want to come right there. He would wait though. He put the thong to the side and went to bed. He set the alarm on his phone for 8:30.

Black cocks were pointing at Tracey from every direction. She did not have to look up to see who each belonged to. The saw JaMarcus' 7 inch monster and took it in her mouth, while her hands grabbed the dicks of Dwayne and LaRon. JaMarcus was as thick as she remembered. Dwayne still had the pinkish head on his 8 inch black cock and LaRon's 7.5 inch beast was as veiny as ever. Tracey saw LeStephon's 8.5 inch cock, still slight scars from her teeth on the side, and knew she had to move over to suck it. She went from cock to cock, recognizing the black shaft of each of her former lovers. She was blissfully sucking them each off, but was wishing that one of them would start fucking her back. Then she saw Billy, standing outside of the circle of black men. She repositioned her ass so that Billy could take her from behind while she sucked the black cocks. He never moved though. Instead, all of her black lovers began cumming all over her. Tracey felt great to be covered in black seed again. It reminded her of her college days after every basketball game. She felt empty though, as she still needed Billy's cock inside her. With black baby batter all over her, even in her hair and running down her naked body to the floor, Tracey woke up. FUCK, she said to herself. It was 8:50.

Bill had been up for 20 minutes. He laid in bed sniffing his aunt's lust and slowly stroking his cock to its full 10 inches. He knew that he had to be careful, because too much and he would blow. At 8:55 he stopped and threw the thong under the bed. He stretched out on the queen sized bed, threw the blanket to the side and spread his legs. Anyone coming in the door would have a perfect view of his swollen balls and nearly erect 10 inch dick. He closed his eyes and waited.

Tracey slipped on her purple wool nightgown and prepared to wake Billy. She looked at herself in the mirror as she went to the door. She had already finished her makeup, as she did every morning, but something about her nightgown was bothering her. It was floor length, wool and covered up her chest completely. Billy would not like this, she thought to herself. He is the only person who is going to see me, not my grandmother, so I might as well look my best... I want that big black cock to get HARD... Yes, my red nightie is best. She took off the wool nightgown and slipped into her red teddy. Bob loved this outfit, she thought...Billy had better too... she looked in the mirror again. The red teddy clung to her body all over, and barely fit over her shapely ass. She had ample cleavage in this outfit, but made sure to tug it down anyway to make as much as possible. She spun around to look at her ass. It bulged out perfectly, as though gravity had no impact at all. Thank god for this tight material. Her ass was high and round and perfect, she thought to herself... and no black man could possibly resist it... Tracey slipped on her black heels with red bows on the front, right above her red painted toes, and was impressed with herself. It was 9:00, and time to wake Billy. 

Tracey's heart was beating fast as she approached the door. What if he is naked... and I can see that beautiful cock... No, he is probably wearing shorts... it's a crime to cover up that magnificent cock... no, he will be under the blanket... I can move it to get a look at his cock... No, everything will be completely appropriate, Tracey convinced herself. She knocked on the door.

The knock excited Billy. His cock twitched expectantly with arousal, thinking of what may be about to happen. Billy looked like he was sporting the world's most impressive morning wood. He had to think unsexy thoughts. This is going to work, he assured himself. 

No answer. I will have to go in then to wake him up, Tracey thought. He did say that he is a deep sleeper. Tracey opened the door a crack and peeked in. She could see Billy's upper body completely uncovered by the blanket... I wonder if his cock is out... His right arm was closer to the door, but was tucked under his pillow. His left arm was stretched out to the side. Tracey decided to lightly whisper his name.

"Billy..." she softly whispered in a tone that only a dog could hear. No response.

Well, Tracey thought, that didn't do it. I have to go in.

Tracey opened the door and immediately scanned the bed for the object of her desire. It took no time, because Billy's cock was completely out in the open. It was pointed almost directly at the door, and his powerful legs were spread out very far apart. It was only semi erect, but was laying on his tight abs. It must be 10 inches, she thought excitedly with her mouth agape. That's bigger than any I've ever seen. It was as thick as a soup can she thought and as black as night. Tracey was captivated by both its size and especially the blackness. If Billy was black with a slight bit of brown, his cock was completely black, she thought. She found herself already standing directly next to the bed, and also Billy's big cock. Tracey wished she could get a better look at the head, which was pointed into his belly button.

"Billy." Tracey mouthed, although she was not sure that any sounds came out. It was time for him to wake up... please don't wake up... and get to work... and don't take that cock away from me...

Bill had heard his aunt walk over, but she didn't say anything. He wished that something would happen, as the suspense was killing him. Suddenly, he felt Tracey's fingertips, and her perfectly manicured nails, gently brushing along his chest. This excited Bill as he struggled to keep his eyes closed.

Tracey decided that she needed to touch Billy to wake him. She started by touching his chest, lightly. His wide, muscular chest had driven her crazy all day yesterday... I need to get fucked by a black man... she moved down to his tapered waist and his abs, and she let her finger tips fall into all of the deep ridges they created... I need big black cock so badly... she moved down further as Bill's cock twitched to the left. He's getting excited, she thought to herself... I need Billy's cock in my pussy... She moved down to the base of his pubic region, where she had put her hand during the movie... this big black cock is meant to be touched... she gently placed her fingertips on the base of his cock. It jerked slightly and Tracey was electrified. It was warm and stiff, and the contrast between her white skin and the completely black cock in front of her really was irresistible, she admitted. She moved her fingers down to his testicles, which were drooping down and looked like they had large plums inside... I need to drain every bit of seed out of them... 

It took every ounce of strength Bill had to keep from jerking his own dick. The gentle caress of his aunt's touch on his cock made him crazy with lust. He knew he had her now, but he wanted to know how deeply.

Tracey moved her hand up Billy's cock. She wrapped her fingers around it near the middle, and noted that she could not get all the way around it... big black cock is so thick and luxurious... she moved her hand up further and looked under the head at the sensitive fold of pitch black flesh that provided so much pleasure...big black cock is meant to go in my pussy... she gently stroked it with her index finger, and was delighted to see it jerk in response...I should always please big black cocks... Tracey lifted up the cock, firmly in her soft white hand, and looked at the head...nothing in the world matches black cock... it was pitch black and completely smooth, like a powerful helmet that she knew would bring so much pleasure... nothing is as powerful as black cock... She looked at the large space between Billy's legs. She could fit... I belong with black cock... No, I can't do this, she said as she moved over, all while holding the cock, and knelt on the bed in the available space...I need to fuck Billy's cock... I love my husband and would never cheat on him she said as she got comfortable between his legs...I love big black cock and would do anything for it... Billy is my nephew; my husband's nephew. She laid down in the space and kicked her feet up behind her...nothing is worth giving up black cock... she started stroking the cock with her two fists. I can't do this... I need big black cock to be complete... She smelled a large whiff of Billy's manhood. His cock and balls combined to make the most masculine smell Tracey had ever encountered. It felt like she was being enveloped in pure testosterone and sex. She was breaking. I can't fuck my nephew...BIG BLACK COCK... I can't cheat on my husband...BIG BLACK COCK... I can't I love my hus...BIG BLACK COCK... I can't...BIG BLACK COCK... I...BIG BLACK COCK... I need big black cock. I need it more than anything in the world. Nothing else matters to me. I am going to fuck Billy's big black cock. I need to. Tracey pointed the black cockhead head toward her face and gave in.

Tracey took Bill's massive black cock into her mouth. She instantly felt an erotic sensation throughout her body that she had not felt in years. She had not sucked big black cock in seven years. I've wasted seven years, she told herself. Having Billy's cock, the biggest and blackest she had ever seen, in her mouth made her feel complete again. Black cocks were made for her mouth. Tracey quickly devoured seven inches of black steel while she jerked the rest of Billy's cock with her right hand and rubbed the inside of his thigh with her left. I need to make this beautiful cock cum, she thought to herself. I need to drink his black seed. I need every last drop. Desperately.

Bill was in ecstasy. After all the buildup of the previous 24 hours his gorgeous aunt was finally sucking his dick. She's doing a hell of a job too, he thought to himself. She was really craving black cock. Tracey was vigorously bobbing her head on his cock, and Bill was impressed that she could take so much. She's not new to this, he though amusedly. The sight of his dick passing in and out of his aunt's pink lips, along with the feeling of her warm tongue running all along his shaft, was almost too much for Bill. He wanted to prolong this, the best head he had ever received, so he looked elsewhere. Past the bobbing blonde head he could see his aunt's impressive ass mounds straining the red fabric of her lingerie. Behind that her sexy little feet in the black heels bobbed carelessly above. I need more than just a blowjob that's for sure, Billy stated to himself. A massive wave of pleasure struck Bill, causing all conscious thought to cease.

I need everything that's in these balls, Tracey knew without even thinking it. She sucked on Billy's balls one at a time, while stroking his cock with one hand and massaging underneath. Bob had decent testicles, but nothing compares to Billy's balls. Tracey could only handle one at a time. While she was not happy about this, it did ensure that each would get the tender attention she knew they deserved. He isn't reacting, Tracey said to herself with more than a hint of sadness. Billy had twitched and jerked, but he hadn't yet made a noise or moved his upper body. I need to please this black cock. I need to please Billy. I know how to please big black cock, Tracey assured herself. Tracey lifted the big black cock and started gently stroking the underside of the head with her free thumb. She angled her head to the side and dove in, licking and sucking the underside of Billy's achingly full balls. The moan that he instantly let out caused her pussy to spasm.

Bill could not stop moaning. No one had ever done this to him before, as his whole body trembled with pleasure. His aunt continued hungrily lapping the underside of his testicles. For the first time he was not in complete control of a sexual encounter. Tracey was driving him crazy, from his cock to his balls to the tips of his toes. He needed to come. Bill grabbed a handful of his aunt's perfectly done hair and moved her mouth back to his cock.

YES! Soon I will get to taste that sweet black nectar Tracey thought as Billy grabbed her hair. She placed both hands on Billy's spread thighs and began sucking his dick again, this time even more rapidly than before. She worked her tongue along ever inch of the cock she could reach as she awaited her prize. She found that she could now take in basically ever inch of his cock, as her limitations were overcome with desire. She looked up and saw her nephew looking straight into her eyes. So dark and powerful, she knew she needed to please him in every way. At that moment, the first spurt of her sweet reward struck the back of Tracey's throat as her throbbing pussy finally exploded with climax.

Watching his aunt eagerly sucking his black cock, its contrast against her white skin, her pink lips massaging it, and his black hands grabbing her blonde hair as she pleasured him was just about too much for Bill. When she finally looked up at him, their eyes locked for a moment. The deep blue eyes of his aunt Tracey were filled with extreme desire, happiness and hopefulness. She desired his cock. She was happy to be pleasing his cock. She was hopeful that she would continue to please him. This look put Bill over the top, as he began a cumming in his aunt's mouth.

The orgasm was bigger than any Tracey had ever had. Far bigger than any from the last seven years, and even much bigger than the ones she had enjoyed with other black men. Feeling his hot, hard, huge black cock in her mouth made Tracey realize her place. It was only natural for her to please black men, and of course their big black cocks specifically. Sucking Billy was providing her more pleasure than any other man had given. It was not just that he was black, or sexier than the other black men she had fucked. She was enjoying the forbidden fruit that was her own nephew's cock. And his semen. It came out in thick, ropey strands that each provided her orgasm with further fuel. Tracey made sure that some landed on her tongue that that she could get a taste. She missed the taste of black semen more than anything. Billy's seed tasted both sweet and robust. It was even better than Tracey had remembered, and she loved it. After seemingly forever the stream stopped. It had not been long enough for Tracey.

Bill figured that he must have had 20 spurts. His aunt really knew how to suck dick. He watched her face as his dick slightly softened and knew that she was in bliss. Her face was still scrunched up and she had tears in her beautiful blue eyes. She was semi-consciously circling his cockhead with her tongue. Bill wanted more.

Even though her sweet reward had stopped, Tracey's mind numbing orgasm continued. I should have that to drink every day, she thought. No, every hour. Billy suddenly lifted her head by the hair and removed his cock from her mouth. Tracey squeezed her lips tightly but the cock still fell out. She felt sad and angry as the black cock she needed so desperately was removed. She was still so caught up in the orgasmic waves still striking her pussy that she barely noticed Billy's powerful hands flip her over.

Bill knew that he needed pussy. He looked down at his aunt's wet, pink jewel after he flipped her over. She had shaved it recently. Bill put his hands under her knees and moved them each diagonally from her pussy. He would need room. Once he had that room, he went to work. Her pussy was as smooth as silk and the aroma was even sweeter and move powerful than it had been on the thong. Upon his first lick of the outer lips, his aunt twitched. He licked again and a more violent twitch occurred. Bill moved on to the clit and started gently massaging it with his tongue. This was met with loud praise.

"OH GOD YES!!" Tracey screamed. A new orgasm had begun the moment Billy started licking her pussy. Each new lick caused a wave of pleasure to spread throughout her body. Billy obviously loved eating pussy. "OH FUCK OH FUCK!!!" she screamed as Billy put her clit between his lips and applied just the right amount of pressure. She grabbed his head with both hands and started bucking wildly. "OH GOD FUCK I NEED IT!!!"

Bill had never experienced a reaction like this. Tracey's pussy was gushing sweet juices, and her screams had a primal intensity. The bucking made his job more difficult, but Bill enjoyed the challenge immensely. He decided to push his tongue deeply into his aunt's pussy, as far as it would go. He needed to prepare it. This thing is already more than prepared, he corrected himself.

"I NEED BLACK COCK! I LOVE IT!!" Tracey screamed as her nephew plunged his tongue deep into her pussy, which greedily pulled it in. It already felt better than anything she had enjoyed in the last seven years, Tracey thought between orgasmic waves. The sight and feeling of Billy powerfully pinning her knees down, along with the sight of a powerful black head between her legs, was almost too much. The feeling of her nephew's tongue inside her pussy pushed her over the edge. A massive orgasm struck Tracey, causing her to lose all control. "FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG BLACK COCK!!!" 

Bill did not have to be told twice. His cock was already rock hard again, and hearing his aunt scream desperately for his big black cock was incredibly exciting. He pulled his tongue out of his aunt's pussy, despite desperate clinging from her pink treasure. He brought himself back onto the bed and hooked his aunt's knees with the insides of his elbows. He lined up his dick with his aunt's pussy and marveled at how well this had gone. He had wanted to fuck his aunt for years, but never imagined that it would actually happen. No woman yet had resisted his black cock. Bill looked at his aunt. She had wrapped both arms around his head and looked at him with the most desperate look he had ever seen. Bill plunged his cock into Tracey's beautiful pussy.




Tracey at the Plant Institute



Tracy was all in a flap. Her car which usually started first time, decided that on today of all days it would be temperamental. Fortunately her neighbor Mr Green came to her assistance, but not after 30 minutes had passed and she just knew she was going to be late for her appointment at the Plant Research Institute.

Only yesterday her boss had called her into his office, well it was more like a bellow across the main office. All heads turned as Tracy looked up and knew she was in trouble. She hurried into the inner sanctum.

"What's this?" Mr Sanders said as he slapped his hand against a piece of A4.

Tracy wasn't sure what to say, she knew the article was a little lean, but then it was on the mating habits of yellow horned snails. Not really an earth shattering subject.

"This looks like something my 4 year old could write. I wanted something punchy, to catch the readers attention. This is like reading the phone book. Another one like this and you'll be back as junior copy girl."

"I'm sorry sir, but there wasn't much to write about."

"I'm not interested in excuses, now tomorrow I have arranged with the Plant Research institute, for a reporter to go over there and find out about this new bean plant that's being talked about, as a revolutionary way of feeding the world. They are very cagey about letting reporters into the place, as it is all very high tech, and they are terrified someone will contaminate the place. So this is a once off chance. Oh, by the way Mr Chambers will come with you and take some photos."

Tracy's heart sank Mr Chambers, he was the slime ball who worked at the other end of the office, and was always trying to chat up the girls. You always had to watch where you were standing when he was around as he suffered from wandering palms disease. Unfortunately he was related to the chief editor and so nobody ever complained.

"So I want no cock ups with this one. You are to meet at the institute at 2.30pm sharp. Make sure you're not late as the manager is very fussy about wasting time."

"You can rely on me, sir. I won't let you down."

"Yes, well make sure you don't. You'll meet Mr Chambers there, as he is tied up until then elsewhere."

Oh, why did the stupid car go and break down, she grumbled to herself as she sped through the city trying to go as fast as possible in the heavy traffic.

She glanced at the clock for the umpteenth time as she sped into the Institutes car park. She searched for a spot to park but there was nothing close to the main building and so she was forced to go into an empty secondary car park where there were three workers finishing off the landscaping. As she got out of the car there were several wolf whistles from the men as they checked her over.

"Yer come to see the plants, luv?"

"I'll show you a good root if you like." They all laughed.

Tracy tried to ignore them as she trotted past, her big breasts bouncing under her white jumper more then she would have liked in front of the men.

"What's yer hurry?"

They called from behind as she made her way across the tarmac. The main building was a new modern white concrete place with glass houses running off to one side. She pushed open the front door and made her way to the reception desk.

The girl looked up as Tracey approached.

"Hi, I'm from the Hatton Post, I was supposed to meeting Dr Walsh here at 2.30 but," she looked at her watch noting it was 2.50pm, "I'm a bit late."

"They've already gone through, Dr Walsh was not very happy I'm afraid. He doesn't have a very high opinion of the press, but your colleague said as you were late he would do the interview."

"But he's not a reporter, he's just the photographer!"

"Well I don't know about that, Dr Walsh said it would be fine. And so they've gone off to the south wing. I suppose if you hurry you might be able to catch them up."

She pointed to a pair of doors to her right. "It's through there, just follow the yellow line, you'll find some technicians there they will show you the way. You will have to sign in first though." 

She passed over a sheet of paper with several paragraphs of small print and pointed to the bottom line.

"Just sign there."

Tracey scrawled her signature without even glancing at what was written on the sheet she was in such a hurry.

"Good luck."

"Thank you," said Tracey as she rushed off. The line was easy to follow along the grey corridor, after going through several more doors she saw a sign to the South Wing. She tried to push the door open but it was locked. She felt her panic rising and looked around to find someone to help her get in. There was a smaller sign directing the reader to the security and decontamination. She pushed this open and found herself in another reception area, where there were two men in lab coats looking at a piece of paper one of them was holding up. They turned as she entered.

"Hello sweetie, lost?" one said as he eyed Tracey up and down, his gaze lingering over her bosom.

"Yes, I was supposed to meet Dr Walsh and my photographer, but I was a bit late. The receptionist said I might be able to catch them up."

"You just missed them, they've already gone through Decon, but I suppose it'll be alright. Have you been here before?"

"No, it's my first time."

"In that case I'll explain, you can't just walk in, as you might be carrying all kinds of spores and bugs on your clothes. You have to be decontaminated, and given a sterile set of overalls. Everyone has to go through it, though you'll be the first women through this wing as it is so new."

"Oh, where do I go?"

The man pointed to a pair of blue doors on the front of one was a stencil of a woman, and the other a man. Through that door there, when you get inside you will see a set of instructions, just follow what they say. You will have to go through a mister shower, it quickly dries, so you won't need to worry about drying yourself. He eyed her bag and briefcase. You won't be able to take any of that in there as it might be contaminated."

"What about just my notebook?"

"No, as the paper might be contaminated. As I said just follow the instructions and place those in one of the boxes you'll find in there."

Tracey felt even more flustered as things were getting out of control, but felt she had little option but to do as the men said.

"Off you go and good luck."

Tracey pushed through the door into what looked like a shower changing room. To one side was a bench with a stack of boxes on one end, there was a small hatchway and a door at the other end. Over the hatch way was a notice that said:

"Place ALL clothes, bags, jewellery, and wristwatches into the box. 

Write your NAME clearly on the top before pushing the box through the chute, it will be waiting when you exit.

Decontamination is through the door -- it is automatic, walk through slowly.

Overalls will be found in the post Decon chamber."

Tracey was amazed, strip off, but then she could understand what they were saying, they did need to be vigilante, but it did seem a little extreme.

She picked up a box and after opening the lid, stripped off, piece by piece starting with her shoes until she was standing in just her bra and panties. After looking around the room, as if she suspected a voyeur, she unhooked her bra and slid her panties off. They were also placed in the box. She felt odd as she stood naked her nipples rising in the cool air of the room. Quickly realizing time was passing using the pen on the pile of boxes she wrote her name on the lid, and with some trepidation slid this through the hatch. 

She walked over to the door and pushed it open to be greeted by a narrow corridor with a door at the far end. She walked in, the door clicked shut behind her. A voice came from nowhere.

"Please proceed slowly through the sprays, hands over your head."

She started forwards and from nozzles in the wall a fine mist fell over her. It was not unpleasant and as she walked forward. After the mist was a blast of warm air and them she was at the door at the far end.

"Please wait," the voice said and after a short pause, "you may proceed into the dressing room."

She pushed open the door at the far end and stepped into a room not unlike the first room she entered. The door clicked shut behind her as she stepped forward. She looked around the room which was completely empty. She felt a surge of panic as she looked around. Where were the overalls, there's were no cupboards, nothing, just a door facing her. It didn't take long for her to realize there had been some terrible mistake. Someone had forgotten to put in the overalls. Turning to the misting corridor to go back from where she had come from she discovered the door had no handle. She tried to get her fingers into the crack of the door but to no avail.

Christ what was she to do. She was trapped naked in a small room with only one door out. As she stood wondering what to do she thought she could hear voices coming from the other side of the door. Doing the best she could to cover her breasts she tentatively pushed open the door, and peeped around the edge. Standing a few metres away was a group of men including Mr Chambers. They were all dressed in overalls and hats though two of the men wore belts with various small pouches. The man in the center was talking and the others were just standing listening.

Tracey didn't know what to do, save that she couldn't just stand here.

"Excuse me."

They all turned as one. 

"What the blazes, oh no, not another of those nutter environmentalists," the man in the center said, "George go and grab her before she can do any damage."

Tracey was completely taken by surprise when the man with the belt rushed over and after opening the door pushed her inside. Tracey tried to struggle but he was far too strong.

"Stop, there's been a terrible..." 

She tried to speak as they struggled in the small chamber, but the man simply grabbed her arms and force them behind her and in a matter of seconds she felt something clasp her wrists and before she knew it she was handcuffed.

"Come along you," he said as she was forced through the door to meet the waiting group on the other side her nakedness now unprotected and in full display.

"What's the meaning of this young lady, this is a private research place, and I've got no time for crackpots trying to get cheap publicity."

Tracey tried to get a word in but the man seemed unstoppable, so she had to just stand there watching as the mens eyes crawled over her body. Mr Chambers was grinning as he stood taking photos of her as she tried to speak.

"Please sir, I'm Tracey Wells of the Hatton Post," she manage to say at last.

"What's that? And what are you doing with no clothes?"

"I'm sorry I got held up and there's nothing to wear in there," she turned her head to the door she had just come through.

"This is most irregular; you did come through the spray though?"

"Yes sir."

"Well that's a relief."

Now the brief flurry of activity had stopped the men stared at her as she stood there helpless. She could see their gaze moving from her breasts to her pubic bush.

"George, I suppose you can take off the cuffs now we know she's not some weirdo."

"Sorry sir, but the keys are in my office; I don't carry them with me."

"Oh, this is all a bother what shall we do with you?"

Mr Chambers spoke for the first time." Why don't we just carry on, I mean we are all adults here, and at the end your man can get the keys and meanwhile we will get the story."

"But I'm naked here." Tracey said.

"We noticed dear, and very charming you are too. Yes that sounds like a good idea. It's either that or we call whole thing off."

"Oh," Tracey realized her boss would be livid if that happened and so she reluctantly said, "in that case maybe we'd better just carry on"

"Capital, here my dear let me take your arm." With which he grasped her above the elbow, the back of his hand resting against her breast.

"Shall I take a shot of you with Miss Wells Doctor?"

"Yes alright, why not."

Tracey was then forced to stand beside the Doctor as Mr Chambers took several shots of her fully nude in front of him.

"Come along, time is money."

Over the next half an hour Tracey was "helped" through the passageways where the plants were growing, with pats on her buttocks to assist her along. Mr Chambers took lots of photos of the plants and of course of Tracey from the front and behind, especially behind when the Doctor got her to bend over to check over some plants growing on the floor.

The other men seemed to spend all the time staring at Tracey's nakedness .

Finally it ended and they arrived at two doors one again with a male symbol and the other with a woman's.

"George, maybe you should go ahead and get the keys whilst we change and Miss Wells can wait in the changing room for you. Once she released she can get dressed."

"I'll go with George, if that's alright Dr Walsh." Mr Chambers spoke.

"Yes that'll be fine, there's nothing confidential in the main building."

They both disappeared through the door.

"Miss Wells I must say this is the most pleasant interview I have ever had, If ever you want another one please phone I'm sure I will be able to arrange something. Now off you go." He pushed her through the ladies door and once more patting her on her naked bottom and Tracey was in a room again complete empty with nothing inside..

She could do nothing but wait, but she was concerned as there was no sign of the box with her clothes inside. Still at least she was away from prying eyes.

Five minutes passed when there was a knock on the door and the security guard carrying a green plastic open topped box entered with Mr Chambers following. 

"You can't come in here, it's for women only." Tracey spoke indignantly to Mr Chambers as the guard turned Tracey around and undid the cuffs. 

"I was talking to George and he agreed to let me film the post security checks they do after people come out of the secure wing."

"What are you talking about?"

"They do random checks on people leaving the secure area Miss Wells and your number has come up for a check. We talked with Dr Walsh and he agreed it would be a good idea to get a record of the procedure for training new recruits."

"What's that to do with me?"

"Everything, your number came up for a random strip search."

"What number?" Tracey stammered.

"The number on your admission sheet, they are all numbered and once you sign it you agree to any strip searches that the company feels it needs to do."

"But, I don't remember that. Beside I don't have to if I don't want to.

"It's not as simple as that Tracey, it's the law, you have no choice, unless you want to be taken to the nearest police station and be searched there."

"But that's ridiculous."

"Sorry Tracey, but it was on the bottom of your admission sheet. You did read it didn't you?"

"No I didn't have the time, I was in a rush. Oh, alright, what do I have to do then," she said in exasperation.

"George you can carry on then."

"Right Miss, as you are already naked I think we can skip the pat down, now if you would squat down on the floor, hold your legs wide apart and cough."

Tracey bright red with embarrassment squatted down in front of the two men and the camera and coughed her vulva in full view as she performed the crude display.

The guard then reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of gloves and a tube."

"Now if you would bend over and grip your knees I'll just check your bottom."

Tracey thought it couldn't get much worst as the guard after rubbing the lubricant on his finger slid his digit into her rectum, with Mr Chambers filming the whole thing.

Finally he was satisfied she was clear and she was allowed to stand up.

"Thanks Miss that will be all."

"What about my clothes and my bag." Tracey said trying to regain some composure by covering up again, her face burning from embarrassment..

"Sorry Miss, it seems that Mr. Edwards garbage trolley was under the chute at the time and he has taken it out with the rubbish. So I reckon it's probably out in the bin by now."

"But I need those clothes and keys to get into my car."

"Sorry Miss, I'll have to go and find something for you to wear. Alternatively the bin is just the other side of the exit door in the corridor outside. So I could unlock the security door and let you out. There won't be anybody there as we don't use that part of the grounds. Then you can get dressed and be on your way."

"Are you sure it will be in the bin?"

"Certain Miss, George is a real stickler for routine."

"Alright, I'll just have to take the chance. Let me get out of this madhouse."

The guard led Tracey out into the corridor to the locked exit door, which after sorting through a huge bunch of keys he finally unlocked. He pushed open the door and Tracey shot out to stand in the bright sun completely starkers. 

"Good luck, I'll have to close the door now to avoid having to reset the alarm."

The door slammed shut and she looked about. To her left she saw the bin and to her horror just starting to drive away was a compactor truck. The bin had just been emptied! Forgetting all caution Tracey started to run after the cart. To begin with she still covered herself, but as the cart sped off she was forced to really run, her arms pumping and her breasts trashing about on her chest. But all her endeavors came to nothing as the cart was too fast. She stopped gasping, leaning over catching her breath.

"Well what have we got here then lads." A man's bass voice broke into Tracey's dejection. She looked up and was further horrified to see the workers who had whistled at her previously had stopped what they were doing not 10 metres away and were staring at her.

"Gees, I thought this was going to be a boring job."

"What's going on Miss?"

Tracey still crouched over spoke her voice quavering as she fought not to burst into tears. "My clothes they were in the bin with my keys, and now they've gone, and I'm stuck here."

"Now why would a good looking bird like you be wandering around with no clothes I might ask?"

Tracey's voice quivered as she fought back tears trying to explain incoherently how she was here naked.

"There now miss don't you worry, did you say keys, funny that but when George was loading the bin some fell out of a box onto the ground. They caught my eye as there was a teddy bear attached to them, and my daughter loves teddy bears."

"Yes that's them, can I have them please."

"Sure," the man reached into his overalls and pulled out the keys, "Here they are."

He held them up just out of Tracey's reach. Tracey reached up only to find them just too far to grab them crouched over. She started to stand and the keys moved further away as she straightened up.

"Here Miss catch!"

The man threw the keys but just too high for Tracey to catch them. The man across from the thrower caught them and dangled them again just out of Tracey's reach, who again made a grab for them. The men cheered as she tried several times to get the keys from the men. Of course she had forgotten to cover herself as she vainly sought to get the keys, her breasts now in full view. For the next few minutes Tracey was forced to jump up and down as she attempted to get the keys whilst the laughing men teased her, rewarding themselves with the sight her showing them everything.

Tracey stood panting as the men stood holding the keys she so desperately needed.

"Here Miss, I think these might be yours as well."

Tracey turned to see one of the men holding her briefcase, whilst the other was holding the box with her clothes in side.

"Now the way I see it we need a reward for finding all this stuff, otherwise it's a long way to walk home in your state."




Tracey at the Plant Institute



Tracey looked from man to man as they each stated to rub their crutches. How did she get into these situations she wondered as she resigned herself to her fate?

It was half an hour later when she left, this time fully dressed but with her jaw stiff and her knees sore.



Tracey at the Truck Stop



Things took a turn in the summer before her senior year, Tracey's parents moved from Florida. Her father had once again caught her mother in a car banging some stranger. It was something that happened more than once and rather than dealing with the problem, they moved away. The grandparents had a greenhouse business in Indiana. Her younger sisters and brother were excited about the move.

Tracey didn't think it was fair. Because her mother couldn't keep from screwing other men, she had to suffer for it. She only had one more year until graduation. How could her mother do this to her? Why couldn't her mother be faithful? What type of a role model was this for a teenage girl? She hated her mother for being a tramp, and lost respect for her father for allowing it.

It was tough being 18 and the new kid in school. Things were not so good at home. Her parents were fighting. Her father had little time for her. She wanted him to pay attention to her. She was in a new town and the problems at home made her feel like she didn't even have her family. She was feeling very lonely. Tracey didn't like that feeling. She knew ways to get the attention she desired especially from the boys. She had her mother as an example. Desperate for male attention she decided to be more friendly and outgoing. 

It wasn't long before she was invited to every party and football game. She liked being the center of the boy's attention. She told herself it was because she was pretty and they liked her for who she was not what she did with them in their cars or their parent's basements. After graduation, Tracey couldn't stand it at home so she married a guy from school, Bob. They were happy for a few months, She loved him and he loved her. But it wasn't enough. Shortly after she got married her family moved back to Florida. Tracey was alone with her husband. She was no longer the center of attention. Money was tight. With Bob working long hours and with her going to college they hardly spent any time together. She was feeling ignored and insecure. Tracey wanted to be faithful to her husband, but she also wanted attention.

She went to college for accounting but found she still missed the guys fawning over her. She didn't want to get involved with the guys in her class, even though she had lots of offers. She loved Bob and didn't want to cheat. She didn't want to be like her mother. She didn't want to treat Bob the way her mother treated her father. Despite wanting to be faithful Tracey had needs. She needed to feel she was attractive and desirable. She liked having men make a fuss over her. She knew what it took in high school, but she was single then and found it fun to work the boys up to a fever pitch until they almost begged her to do something.

Those boys with their feeble attempts to get their hands on her titties or stick a couple fingers up her. She would kiss them and let them touch her. She made it seem like she was reluctant to touch them but eventually she would 'give in' and pull on their dicks for them. Part of the fun was watching these boys with their pants open trying to get her to finish them off. She always did, but she made them tell her how much they needed her, how much they loved her. She had a lot of fun in high school but didn't want to do those things now that she was married. 

She didn't want to be like the married friends of her parents that she sometimes babysat for. Those husbands were more desperate than the boys she went out with. It wasn't completely their fault. She was a sexy little thing. Tracey wanted to see if she could get the attention of older men and would tease and flirt with them. They would tell her how their wives didn't understand them or she would ask if they thought she was pretty or had a nice body. There was more than enough married dads who were willing to help a teenage girl discover the joys of womanhood. They would offer her extra money if she would let them feel and kiss her breasts. She thought it was fun and exciting to play like the big girls. She would let them touch her and they always commented on how big and beautiful her tits were. They would fondle and kiss them and several times she ended up jerking off the men who drove her home.

She never fucked any of them but a couple got her so excited she did suck their cocks. They were the most grateful. She wasn't very experienced but they didn't seem to mind. She liked giving hand jobs the best though. She could see their faces when they came. It was fun watching their stuff shoot all over. Now that she was married herself, she had to find a new way to get the attention she needed. Tracey found a way to interrupt the tedious 30 mile drive from college to home and her husband without actually cheating on her marriage.

One day while driving home and feeling particularly lonely she passed a highway rest zone and saw several truckers standing around one corner of the lot. Streaking was in at the time so she came up with her own version. She decided to drive through the next area with her shirt open if there were men there. She was nervous as she pulled into the rest area approach. There were men there. Her heart was pounding as she approached the group, driving slowly. She felt like a little girl about to get caught by daddy for doing something naughty. She was proud of her large chest and small waist so what better place to start? Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned and opened her shirt. She looked down and frowned. 'More.' She thought. She pinched her nipples through her bra. She moaned lightly. Her nipples made bumps against the material but she wanted more. Tracey pulled her bra up over her tits.

She'd had a big set of tits since her freshman year in high school, part of why she was so popular, that and her hand jobs. They had filled out even more now and were round like cantaloupes. Her pink nipples were as big as the tip of her pinky and were fully erect from anticipation. There was plenty for these lonely truckers to see. When the first one saw her, he motioned to his buddies. The rush she got from their whistles, horn honks and waves made her feel beautiful. It brightened up her whole day and turned her on a little. The possibility of getting caught was like a drug for her. She liked the attention she got when she was a 'bad' girl. Being 'bad' was exciting.

Tracey was once again a 'bad' girl. Her father called her that when he caught her making out with a boy when she was younger. It was one of the few times he paid attention to her. He sat down with her and talked about the troubles those girls have. He told her that she didn't want to turn out like her mother. It was the first time in a long time she had her daddy's attention all to herself. She got this by being 'bad'. So a 'bad girl' was what she had been in high school and would continue throughout her life.

After a few times with her streaking, she got bolder. The game progressed from just driving through to stopping and talking with these strangers. Tracey would take off her bra and leave her shirt unbuttoned and opened. She drove slow so the men got a good look at her, naked from the waist up. If there was a group she stopped and parked off to the side. It wasn't long before she found out there was a certain amount of privacy if she stopped between or close to the trucks. On a few occasions she would take off her panties. Knowing her pussy was naked excited her that much more.

She laughed and joked with the truckers when they came to leer at her. While she talked with them, Tracey would pull up her skirt and slide her hips forward a bit so that her naked pussy was available for their hungry eyes. If they were sweet enough to come over and pay attention to her, they deserved the full show. She stayed a few minutes talking with them as they watched her. Tracey knew men were such little boys when it came to naked woman flesh. Especially breasts. They seemed to like when she would grab her chest and rub or tug on her erect nipples. It always brought comments like, "You're so beautiful" or "Yeah baby squeeze them knockers like that", "look at them big titties" or "you look good enough to eat". 

More than a few times someone reached in and touched her or moved close enough so she could touch them. Once in a while, one of the men would press his crotch against the open window. Tracey knew what these horny men wanted. The same thing the married men wanted. She would reach over and squeeze their peckers between her thumb and forefinger and jerk them through their pants. Seeing the stranger's body stiffen and the dark stain on his pants always made her smile. She was glad she could make them feel good. Not to mention that touching a stranger got her hot, especially if he reached in and touched her chest while she was jerking him. It was the best part of the game. It proved how sexy she was. She got a stranger hard and made him shoot just by touching him through his pants.

After, she would drive off down the Indiana highway laughing and rubbing herself. The rest areas got her so hot she always had to play with herself till she came. This game was the way she got the attention she needed but stayed faithful to her husband. It's wasn't that she didn't love Bob, quite the contrary. It was because she did love him that Tracey played her rest area game. And it wasn't that Bob didn't give her enough sexual attention. This had nothing to do with sex. It had to do with being liked. She wanted to be liked by everyone, especially men.

Technically, she told herself, she wasn't cheating because she never touched any naked man parts, although some would pull their dicks out and try to get her to jerk them off. She drew the line at that. Rubbing through pants was okay but no bare flesh. Also she never let anyone touch her below the waist. She convinced herself she wasn't being unfaithful, it wasn't like she was having sex with these guys. She was just sitting there. If they came from her touch, Tracey couldn't help that, or if they did themselves while they looked at her touching herself, well, what's the harm there?

If they wanted her to jerk them off she would laugh and say she was married and couldn't but if they wanted to jerk themselves off, she would watch. She wouldn't do them but she would join them. More than a couple took her up on that offer. She was fascinated watching their hands slide over their dicks as they watched her finger her pussy. She would pretend to climax and that always made the men shoot their load. A few came on her tits and that was really exciting. Tracey liked to watch their faces and liked to watch their jiz come out. Something about it excited her. (It always had since the first time she pulled off one of her father's friends after babysitting.) It was just a game to make her feel better. Like a peep show. She showed and they peeped. It was only being a 'little bad' and kept her from being 'really bad'. It was just something to help relieve the stress of being married. And there was stress to married life.

Money was tight and at the end of the month they had a whole $4 left over. They found cheap or free things to do. They would take a rowboat around the lake in the park and then have a picnic lunch. They went for bike rides or sometimes just walks together. It was okay but Tracey wanted more. That's why she was going to school. If her game kept her faithful during these stressful times so much the better. Tracey knew Bob would understand if he found out. It wasn't long though before the strain was telling on both of them. They were fighting more over silly things. The fights lasted longer and they were going to bed mad at each other more and more often. That was the worse part for Tracey. Here she was trying her best to be faithful and Bob wasn't there for her. 

She tried putting on sexy nighties. He just ignored her. If she started by touching him, he would tell her to stop and roll over to sleep. It was a very frustrating time for her. Strangers came in their pants just from looking at her but here she was naked and eager beside her own husband and he just turned her away. She was only 19, not some old married woman. Why didn't her husband want her? She wondered if he loved her any more, or if she still loved him.

Tracey ended her truck stop game one day when things got away from her. She was having an especially bad day and really needed to feel that someone liked her. She did her usual stop at the rest area but there were only two guys there. She wished there were more but she laughed and joked while showing her tits and pussy. Both truckers pulled their dicks out and jerked off for her. When they zipped up and left, Tracey was still feeling unhappy. She noticed a new trucker standing about 50 feet away, by his truck. She smiled and waved but he didn't move. She straightened up so her tits were visable above the dash and waved him over. He still didn't move.

Now she was even more frustrated. He must be a queer, otherwise he would be over admiring her body, like everyone else. She needed to know. She couldn't accept that a straight male wouldn't come over to her. It just wouldn't happen. Maybe he was shy. Tracey looked around and she was alone with him. Her heart raced as she pulled her shirt closed but left it unbuttoned and opened the car door. She could feel her nipples scrape against the shirt as she walked to him. He would surely notice. As she got closer he stopped looking at her and looked at the ground. 

"Hi." She said."

"What can I do for you, miss?" He was an older guy, maybe 65 or so. But he was still a guy.

"Why don't you come over to the car, I got something to show you." She said sweetly. She had her hands behind her back and was swinging her shoulders. Her naked tits swung under her unbuttoned shirt.

"That's okay. I know about you. I'm not much for jerking off in a parking lot." He told her.

"What? I didn't..."

"Course you did. I saw those other guys. What? Two weren't enough to get yur rocks off?"

"Bu ... bu...." She was stunned. Not only was he refusing to admire her, but he didn't even care she had her wonderful tits on display. 

"Yeah, I'm a bit too old to play them games." He said. He took a step closer. Before she could run, he grabbed her shoulders. "But I don't mind kissing a pretty young face like yours." 

Tracey was concentrating on what to say when it happened. She saw his arms raise and felt him grab her and pull her to him. She saw his face get closer and felt his mouth on hers. She could smell stale cigarette smoke on his breath. Instinctivly she opened her mouth when she felt his tongue trying to pry her lips open. She licked at the stranger's tongue as it invaded.

He had one hand behind her head now and the other cupped her asscheek with his fingers lifting her leg. She kissed him back. She liked his intensity. Like a starving man he sucked on her tongue when she put it in his mouth. His hand moved from her head to her chest. He grabbed her chest as he moved her so that her back was against the truck, hiding his actions from others who might look over. Tracey felt his massive hand roughly mauling her tit. He pinched the nipple and she moaned in his mouth. It felt good. She hadn't even kissed her husband in about three days, much less been mauled or had a boner pushing against her crotch.

"No please. I can't. I'm married." She whispered breathlessly when she finally got a chance.

"You ain't got no panties on do you?" He said with a leer as his hand rubbed all over her ass. He started pulling up the back of her skirt. She felt the material slide up her leg. He grabbed her leg just above her knee. He lifted her leg as he kissed her. His rough hand slid up the soft flesh of her thigh. His fingers touched her naked flesh just where her ass curved. She felt him tug on her cunt hair.

"Wait. We can't... not here." She stammered as she struggled to keep from moaning. Suddenly his fingers moved over to her pussy. Tracey felt them lightly brush her pubic hair. It tickled. She moaned when he rubbed her slit. That made her itch. An inside her groin itch. She gasped and held his shoulders. His kissing on her neck and the fingers rolling her nipple back and forth was enough to drive her crazy, but when his finger parted her pussy lips and slipped in two knuckles deep she couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh god, that feels good." She groaned as the oldtimer sawed his finger in and out of her wet hole. She leaned her head on his shoulder and wrapped her leg tighter against him. His hand stopped fingering her for a couple seconds but soon returned. it slid up and down her pink slit. "Oh my god." She cried out when she realized that when he stopped earlier he had unzipped and that wasn't his finger. She tried to say no, but the word never came. And she knew why. She wanted this. She needed to feel a man, this man, any man, inside her. She needed to have a man give himself to her.

She closed her eyes and bit down on his shoulder when his dick got lubricated from her juices and took the spot where his finger had been. It stretched her cunt and filled her up. Tracey rolled her hips to meet his thrusts. She stroked his hair as he lowered his mouth to her nipple. "Unng. Unng. Unng." She grunted each time he pushed into her. It was a half groan, half air being forced out of her lungs as he pressed her against the truck. She open her eyes and looked around. No one was in the area. In the distance she noticed the building where the bathrooms and machines are.

"Unng, unng, unng," She chanted. She couldn't believe she was getting fucked by a stranger, old enough to be her grandfather, in the open, up against a truck and it felt good. He moved both hands to her tits and pushed them together so he could suck both nipples at the same time. That was it for the young wife. The sensation of having both nipples licked and sucked along with the thick pecker pounding into her and the sinfullness of it was explosive. She felt her pussy contract as her orgasm started.

"Fuck me. Pleae fuck me. Oh, don't stop. Don't stop now." She begged. She was worried he would cum too soon and not finish the job. She learned that experience was better than youthful energy as the old man kept pounding her snatch. "Yes, yes. There." She hissed as one hand slid down and a finger nudged at her butthole. "Ohhh god, Now." She called out when the stubby digit pushed it's way into her tight asshole. She shuddered as her climax hit.

The trucker did a see-saw with her front and back holes. His dick went in and his finger came out. Then as his dick pulled back his finger pushed in. He must have noticed the start of her orgasm because he pulled out and spun her around. Tracey was cumming and almost fell as he turned her to face the truck. As quick as could be she felt her skirt go up and his dick press against her butthole.

"No. Not there." She started to shout but he clamped his hand over her mouth and pushed his hips forward. He pinned her against his truck. Tracey screamed against his palm. The condition of her body, which was in the middle of an orgasm, actually helped reduce the pain. Her ass contracted with her climax and he slipped right in. The stranger moved his hands back to her nipples as he fucked her virgin asshole. Tracey's body betrayed her. Him pulling her tits and sodomizing her, started the fires of another climax.

"Oh you fucking little slut. You got a tight asshole." He groaned into her ear as his hips pushed against her violated opening. 

"Ohhh." She moaned. 

He pumped his cock into her ass. It filled her and her ass pulled him back in each time her pulled out. Tracey panted in unison with this old butt bandit. "I'm cumming, babydoll. Right in your sweet young asshole. Arrug. Arrrggg. Unng. Unng. Take it, little girl. Take it all." 

Tracey bit down on her fist to keep from crying out. She didn't want him to know that his vile act was bringing her off again. She shuddered as her climax came when she felt his warm jiz spurt into her ass.




Tracey at the Truck Stop



A couple more thrusts and he was done. She almost fell to her knees and had to grab the truck when he let her go. He turned from her and shoved his pecker in his pants. She heard the zipper as he said. "Thanks, I needed that. And from the way you was shaking it seems you did too. I'll be back this way next Thursday if you want more."

She turned to look at him. He was holding his fingers under his nose and smelling her. She thought she was going to throw up. She pushed away from the truck realizing that her skirt was still up and her just fucked ass was on display. She pushed it down and staggered to her car. She leaned against the steering wheel and cried. Not only had she cheated on her husband, she had lost her anal virginity with a stranger. But the worst was the loss of control. She liked the way he treated her. She came from the way he treated her. She was a truckstop whore and he treated her like one. That was the end of her public show and tell sessions.

Her marriage to Bob ended soon after. She went for a couple drinks after her finals at school. On the way home she had an accident. Bob came to the hospital. THe first words out of his mouth were not, are you alright? Or, are you hurt bad? Or, I was worried. No. The first thing Bob said to her in the hospital was - "Did you pass?" 

Tracey knew then it was over. She was on her own.