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Fascination

By: meganmurphy



I'll admit it. I'm still not completely sure I like the two of them alone together. 

"Don't be upset, Jack," she had said when I brought it up yesterday. 

"Sometimes you're not around when I'm feeling horny. Sometimes I just wake up in the middle of the night and don't want to bother you. Sometimes I just feel like coming that way."

Allie's reasons were valid. They even seemed logical. But they didn't make me feel any better. I guess I felt like my masculinity was being called into question. 

At any rate, I decided to see what it was that made her want a vibrator instead of my cock. I had to find out what was so damn fascinating about a piece of plastic. And really, it wasn't fair of me to be so against something that gave her pleasure without knowing more about it. Was it? 

So yesterday I created a plan. Unexpectedly, I found myself growing hard just thinking about it. That's when I knew I had to carry it out right away.

This morning I woke up first. I think it must have been the excitement of learning more about my woman that made me wake up so early. Well, actually I think it was a combination of being crazy with lust and worried about what I might find out. What I know for sure is that I woke up with a hard-on that a sculptor would have loved. 

I looked down at her, lightly touched her lips while she slept. Moving my leg over hers, I gently pulled it toward me. She had to be open for my plan to work. I heard her sigh as she moved a hand over her head. I almost thought I woke her but she relaxed into her dream world again. 

I was getting more excited by the minute. I caressed that soft spot under her ear while my cock nodded in anticipation. I slid my fingers down her neck. Her silky soft skin was making me wild as I moved my palm across both her breasts. I think I might have started to drool a bit when I rested my hand on her right one. I know for sure my cock was.

When I captured her nipple between spread fingers, I found it was as hard as I was. Scissoring that tight little bud, I rolled and lightly pinched it. She moaned, slowly waking up. 

When I heard her breath deepen, I remembered what she told me about the connection between her nipple and love button. "When you play with me like that, I can feel it in my clit." I never really understood what she meant - until then. I not only understood, I saw the effects. Her hand near her head grew into a fist. Her legs moved uncontrollably as her clit grew longer and stiffer between my fingers. The feel of it and the sight of her arousal made my blood boil. Talk about a connection! 

Not letting my fingers stop, I kissed her, licked her lips until her mouth opened to take my tongue. It was electric. I wanted to take her right there and then, but I didn't. That wasn't my plan.

She sighed heavily into my mouth. "Jack,' she murmured sleepily. 

"Morning, Allie," I whispered. She opened her eyes and smiled at me, softly groaned when I moved my hand from her breast to her stomach. I traced her navel then slid lower, hand resting lightly on her closed nether lips. My middle finger pressed down on the crease as my other two pushed together. Massaging her clit from the outside made her body do things I had never noticed before - things that I never took the time to see. Her hips arched as she tried to make me spread those lips open, tried to make me touch the place I knew needed my finger.

"Is this what you want?" I widened her slit and touched the soft crescent of smooth flesh just under it.

"A little higher, Jack," she panted. Suddenly, I needed her touch just as much as she needed mine. Letting her hot lust move me higher, she almost pushed me to the point of doing what she wanted. I started imagining what it would feel like when I pushed my cock into that moist pussy. I closed my eyes and thought about how good it would be to just hold myself inside her, not move as I massaged her clit, making her come against me. I was so carried away by these images and sensations that I almost moved over her. But I didn't. It was time to see what that damn toy offered her that I didn't. 

My plan was to bring her to the brink, then see how she handled it when I stopped. I wanted to force her to come by using the vibrator. I wanted to find out what it could do and maybe even learn something more about her desires. I wanted to find out why she needed more than me to feel good. At least that's what I told myself. But I also urgently wanted to enter her. It was a hard decision but my plan won. I was surprised because usually in an argument like this, my cock wins. I'm not going to tell you it felt good to be right. Carrying out my plan was almost impossible, but mentally I had to know what her fascination with the vibrator was about.

I pulled my hands away from her body. "No, Allie. I want you to touch a little higher. I want you to show me how you do it with your vibrator."

She sat up and smiled at me. "What are you talking about? A demonstration?"

I was surprised and caught off guard by her reaction. It sounded like she expected something like this to happen. I could have sworn I even heard excitement in her voice. But, I kept going.

"I want to see what makes you sometimes choose a toy over my cock. I'm not going to make you come this time. I want you to do it yourself--with the vibrator."

I was amazed at my tone of voice. We had sometimes talked of different fantasies and role-plays. One of them was me as a dominant and she as my submissive. But then it had only been foreplay talk. Now it seemed like domination was part of my plan, only it wasn't. Abruptly some rules had changed without me knowing it. But I didn't mind. I liked the strength I heard in my words. Apparently she did too.

"I am, am I?" She smiled as she leaned over toward the nightstand. "OK, if that's what you want..." Opening the drawer, she fumbled. When she turned back toward me, she was holding a box. The word 'Eroscillator®' was written on the top in big white letters. "Are you sure?" she grinned. 

"I'm sure," I said. I can't tell you if my voice still sounded powerful or if I sounded like HER submissive. I can only say that at that moment, I wanted to watch her more than anything else in the world. 

"I'll tell you what, Jack." She turned to plug her toy into the wall socket next to the bed. "I'll come for you if you come for me." 

"What? Are you serious?" I couldn't believe it. Men didn't do this in front of women. They just didn't. Did they? And what made her think I'd do it?

"Come on ... give me your answer. I won't do it unless I get to watch you too." Her hand slid up and down a long and thin dark beige piece of plastic. She watched me, knowing that I was already imagining her hands moving slowly on my cock. "It'll be nice to have you here in person for a change when me and my toy get together." 

She laid out three small attachments in front of me. One was shaped like the helmet of a cock, one was wide and flat and one looked like a small bunch of grapes. I watched as she touched each one, held it up for me to examine. 

I felt my hand on my cock before I even realized it was there. 

"That's better," she said, giving me a knowing smile. "Any idea which one you'd like to see me use?" 

She lifted the one that looked like the top of my now glistening cock. She let her thumb rub over the tip, then held it close to her lips. She gave me another knowing smile.

"You know, Jack, you shouldn't really be so upset about me and my vibrator." She licked her lips. "This little piece is my favorite." She touched the plastic to her tongue. "It reminds me of you." She traced the rim, exactly as she always did to me. 

My cock stood straight up. I couldn't say a word. Her mouth was hypnotizing me. Suddenly it dawned on me. I was caught up in HER plan. How did that happen, I wondered as I started stroking the rock hardness between my legs. I was about to say something, try to get some control over this but by that time, my thumb was rubbing my pre-come over the tip and I forgot what I was going to say.

After what seemed like forever, Allie put down the miniature of me and picked up the flat attachment. Inserting it into the top of the long plastic tube, she flipped a lever and I heard a soft whirring sound. 

"The reason I like this vibrator, Jack, is because it doesn't move up and down like a regular one." She held it up for me to see. "It moves sideways." She placed it down against me, letting me feel the vibrations on my leg. Then she opened herself to me, fingers spreading herself for my viewing pleasure. Picking up her toy with her other hand, she dragged the tip up my thigh and across my cock. I couldn't believe how good that quick surging motion felt on me. I wanted more. Suddenly I was the one that wanted her to touch me higher, it was my hips arching up for that caress. 

"Keep your eyes on my hands, Jack," she whispered.

Like I had other things to look at, I thought as she moved our toy away from me. I watched that little pearly head flutter back and forth against her clit. Her other hand started playing with her left nipple. Again, I saw that connection she told me about as her body tensed and relaxed in a constant rhythm. 

My hand started working my cock a little faster. I suddenly experienced another connection that I never knew existed. Watching her fingers pull the hard tip of her breast as she twisted and pinched it made my hand squeeze my balls. I started stroking myself faster to keep up with the back and forth vibrations of our toy against her clit.

I was almost ready to come. Pure lust ran through me as I looked at her face. The sparkle in her eyes as she watched me play with myself was almost too much for me to handle. I wasn't sure I could last much longer. I think she must have known this because her voice kept me from exploding.

"Look at my face, Jack. Let's see how we look when we come together." 

She didn't have to ask me twice. The sounds of the vibrator, her eyes gleaming as she watched me stroke myself for her, how her fingers looked as they played with her nipple and the way her clit hardened under the motions of our toy created images that I wouldn't forget as I looked into her eyes.

Then it happened. Her thighs tensed hard. She grabbed her breast and held up her nipple for me to come on. I did. At the same time, I shoved two of my fingers into her pussy. The combination of our vibrator and my fingers pushed over her the edge right along with me. 

Lost in the spasms of her insides clenching my fingers and my own orgasm, I finished coming to the sounds of our toy and her moans of release.

After a few minutes, I moved to a sitting position next to Allie. "So how was it?" I know, it was a dumb question but I wasn't sure what to say. I was nervous, wondering if it was better for her with me or without me. My plan had fallen apart and now I wasn't sure which one of us she preferred. 

"How was it?" She sighed. "It was incredible." Her hands followed the trail my come had made on her breast. "I'm thinking that I'll never use my toy again without feeling you next to me, even when you're not." 

I moved and held her in my arms, my fingers softly caressing her face. The forgotten plastic vibrator felt warm between us as she snuggled against me. Even silent, it felt alive somehow.

"And when you are here, I'm hoping you won't mind the three of us getting to know each other a little better." She moved closer to me. 

I groaned, remembering how our toy had felt against my cock for that split second. She understood what I had felt just like I now understood about her fascination. 

While I'm still not sure I like the two of them alone together, her toy isn't really between us anymore. I'm thinking I may have made a new friend, someone I'd get to know when I was feeling horny or when I woke up in the middle of the night and didn't want to disturb Allie or when I just felt like coming that way.

Fascination



My best friend Doyle and I were half drunk at the bar we usually visit after work, when an attractive young woman walked by.

"Man, look at that tight little ass. I'd give my left nut to fuck that ass," he said.

"Shut up--you've got Francine," I said.

I sort of have a thing for Doyle's fiancee, Francine, and it always rubbed me the wrong way when Doyle got like this. Francine wasn't what you'd call beautiful, but for a slim little woman, she had the most incredible butt. From the first time I saw her in jeans, I was in love. I regularly awaken from sleep to remember a dream I'd just been having about her ass. It was that good.

"Yeah sure."

"I don't get you, man. Francine has a way better ass than that woman."

"You think so?" He looked at me.

"For sure. Ten times better," I said, in a strange rush to defend her. As soon as the words left my mouth I felt as if I'd let my secret slip. He didn't seem to notice though.

"Maybe, but it's not like I get to do her back there," he said, still staring off in the direction of the woman who'd just walked by again.

It was a surprise to hear him discuss their sex life like that. For some reason I was happy to hear that she was denying him full access to her behind. Our conversation moved on and I tried not to daydream of his fiancee's ass.

**********

Two days later I was sitting at home alone in the evening, watching television when my doorbell rang. It was Francine, alone. Wondering what she was doing at my door and trying to not stare all at the same time, I invited her in.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I need to talk to someone. I'm having problems with Doyle," she said.

My heart thrilled to hear those words, and I worked at maintaining a comforting appearance. "Oh. I didn't know."

"He wants me to do something, something I don't want to do. Something sexual."

I raised my eyebrows and she continued.

"He . . . he's fixated on having anal sex. He has been since we got together. It's not something I want to do. And it's gotten worse. Now he's threatening to call off the wedding if I won't let him."

What could I say? I didn't know where to start. I wanted to comfort her, but not as much as I wanted to steal her away from him. My mouth opened, and then closed again without making a sound. She started to cry.

"I love him, but he's such an asshole. You should hear the things he says. He said that when he leaves me, I'll have you if I want. He, well . . . he claims you're in love with my butt."

However true that sentiment was, an urge to steer the conversation elsewhere seized me.

"If he's such an asshole, why do you stay with him?"

"I don't know. It's hard to explain. He's so forceful, so demanding, that it makes me crazy. But I like it too, you know? I'm drawn to it."

She had this faraway look then, and hearing her talk about him that way didn't make me happy.

"So why don't you do it, then? Let him have what he wants?"

She stifled a little sob.

"I did try. But it just didn't work. No matter how slow he tried to go, it just wouldn't fit. It hurt so much," she said, her tears getting stronger again.

"I don't know what to tell you."

She took a deep breath and her tears slowed. She took another deep breath, and lifted the bag she'd brought. When she looked me in the eye then, there was a determination there that hadn't been when she'd arrived.

"Is it true what Doyle said? About you liking my . . . my ass?"

Too flabbergasted and confused by the moment to speak, I just nodded. Hope filled me like it never had before.

"Then I want you to help me. If Doyle needs me to have anal sex, then I will. With you," she said, and then she spilled out the contents of her bag onto my coffee table. There was a tube of lubricant and three strangely shaped black rubber cones, each larger than the last.

"What are those?"

"Butt plugs. Doyle would eat his heart out if he knew the things you're going to do to my ass," Francine said, and then she began to pull off her jeans!

Before I knew it she had all of her clothes off, and I was down to just my jeans. She brought her toys and pulled me into my bedroom. She leaned over the side of my bed and looked back at me. I just stared at her magnificent curves, overcome with wonder. Seeing her ass presented to me that way was like a religious experience for me. My mouth fell open and I just froze there.

"Don't just stare. You can touch it, I want you to. Go on, feel it."

I moved closer and dropped my hands to her round buttocks. I couldn't believe I was actually touching her, it was like one of my dreams come true.

"Maybe you could give it a kiss."

I didn't need any more invitation to worship her beautiful flesh than that. I knelt behind her and pressed my lips to the grand curve of her right cheek. Her skin felt impossibly soft and warm to the touch, almost creamy smooth. I softly kissed and licked my way around her rear, and I loved it. It was the ass of my dreams, literally, and I was in heaven. I began to slip a finger between her cheeks when she clenched them, stopping me.

"Wet it first."

I withdrew my finger and sucked it into my mouth. Looking back over her shoulder she laughed at me.

"Not you, me. I'd really like it if you wet it . . . with your tongue," she said. She looked embarrassed at what she was suggesting.

I wasn't offended by her request, though. When I moved my mouth into that divine crevice between her buttocks, the faint smell of her sweat mixed with the fragrance of her arousal and it made me so hard that there wasn't enough blood left in my head for rational thought.

I dragged my tongue through her crack and found the tight little rosebud of her rear opening. She gasped as I dragged my tongue across it. My cock strained in my pants as I buried my face between her cheeks, licking her there in earnest. She moaned softly as I worshiped her, and after only a few moments in that pose I felt a spasm seizing my balls. I grunted into her butt as I came, my mouth pausing momentarily as I froze there in climax.

"Ted?" she said, as she turned to look at me. Her eyes opened wide as she took in my quaking hips and the dark stain spreading at my crotch.

"Wow, you really do love my ass," she said, giggling at the sight of me.

It was really embarrassing, so much so that I felt my face flushing. Her expression changed as she seemed to realize how embarrassed I was feeling.

"Don't worry, I understand. Your tongue felt great. Why don't you get the lube, and try starting with a finger?"

I greased up my index finger and slipped it between her cheek. I pressed it against her hold and I could feel her growing tense.

"Just relax, it will go easier if you relax," I urged her.

I pushed harder still and was amazed at how tight she was. Only after quite a bit of pressure and wiggling was I able to push my finger into her. She moaned at the intrusion, and it didn't sound like she was moaning because it felt good.

"Oh, go slow. Go slow."

I managed to get my finger in up to the second knuckle, and then I looked over at the smallest of the butt plugs. If she was ever going to get that thing inside her I was going to have to get more than a finger in her first. I slid my finger back out of the tight heat of her, and then greased up my middle finger as well. I tried to work them both inside her as gently as I could, but the moment I started to feel them press inside her she cried out in pain.

"Stop stop stop stop!"

I pulled away and she collapsed forward onto the bed. She buried her face in the blankets for a moment and I thought she might be crying.

"This is impossible. It's never going to work," she sobbed, turning to face me.

"Don't get down on yourself, it's probably just going to take some time," I told her as she lifted the greased up rubber toy and looked at it. She looked from the toy back up to me and gave me a little grin.

"I guess so. Maybe it would work better if I visualized it happening. I have an idea. Turn around."

I stared at her. Did she really mean what I thought she meant?

"I don't think so."

"Come on, don't be a prude now. You've already enjoyed this a lot more than I have," she said, gesturing to my stained pants. "Turn around."

She gave me a playful push and then I found myself turning around. I felt her nipples dragging on my back as she leaned against me, reaching around to undo my pants.

"Francine."

"Shhh." She had my pants down, and my underwear too. She pushed me down with a soft touch, and then I was bent over the side of the bed. I felt her touching my rear, and then something cool and wet against my crack.

"Just relax, it will go easier if you relax," she repeated my words with a teasing tone. She began to push against me, and I felt the tip of the thing pressing into me. She pushed harder, and I grunted as the entire nob of the thing invaded my ass.

"So that's how it looks. How does it feel?"

It felt enormous, and I wondered for a second if she'd switched to one of the bigger ones without my noticing. The sensation of her standing over me, holding my hips combined with the weird feeling of being filled did something to me. I felt myself getting turned on again. I willed it not to, but my traitorous cock began to stiffen.

"Huge," I answered, hoping she wouldn't see how much it was turning me on.

"Ooh, somebody likes it," she said with a laugh, and then I felt her hand close around my penis.

She tugged at me and in moments I felt my balls tightening. Climax hit me hard, and my cum spurted onto my bed as she continued to work me with her hand.

"Somebody *really* likes it." She laughed again.

I didn't know what to say, I felt so humiliated by the experience but at the same time I couldn't deny how wonderful I felt. She lifted herself off of me and began to gather her clothing up. I stood up, and had to pause at the sensation of the plug shifting inside me. Francine started to get dressed and I reached back to pull the thing out, but stopped out of embarrassment when she looked up at me and smiled.

"I have to go. Can we try again tomorrow night?"

Standing there naked in my own bedroom, with a butt-plug in my ass and spunk still dribbling from my cock, I nodded. She smiled again and gave me a quick kiss before leaving me there like that.

"I'll let myself out."

**********

The next night I could still only fit one finger inside her. She was so tight. Francine was standing up, and kneeling behind those beautiful cheeks again had me hard as a rock for her. She suggested that maybe I should lick her again to help relax her. Actually, she didn't suggest so much as pull my face into her ass and order me to do it. Not that she had to. The result of having my tongue in her ass was the same as the previous night--I got so into it that I came. My lack of control seemed to disappoint her.

"Ted, how are you ever going to fuck me if you keep cumming before we even get started? I wish Doyle was that fast, sometimes he fucks me for so long that I can barely take it. You licking me has me so turned on right now that I could use a regular old-fashioned screwing," she told me, and then she turned around and fingered her slit with a moan.

As if hearing about Doyle's prowess wasn't humiliating enough for me, Francine got that wicked glint in her eyes again and picked up the middle-sized plug.

"I know what will get you going again," she said.

I protested, but again I couldn't find the will to resist her as she turned me around and bent me over. This time she pushed much harder against me, and it hurt. I grunted with pain as she pushed harder still and forced the larger plug to slide inside me.

"Wow, that one's almost as big around as Doyle and you took it with no problem," she told me as she took hold of my dick.

I thought about what she said as my cock grew hard in her fist. She had to be exaggerating, the thing in my butt was huge. It was much bigger around than my dick was, Doyle couldn't be bigger than that. She leaned over me, pumping my cock and whispering in my ear.

"He's huge, you know. Huge."

I spurted all over my bed again, and when she let go of me I lay there exhausted by the intensity of my climax. Again, she got dressed and made to leave me there.

"We can't meet like this tomorrow night--you and Doyle will be out to the bar. Why don't you come over to our place at lunch time instead? It's only ten minutes from the office, and Doyle never comes home for lunch. Bring the toys."

I looked at her uncertainly. "At lunch?"

"Yes, at lunch. And this time we'll start with something other than my ass. It's obvious you can't control yourself when you get back there, so this time we'll start with you satisfying my pussy first. Maybe that will help me relax my butt before you start poking at it."

**********

It was getting closer and closer to time for me to go to her, when Doyle stopped by my desk. I looked up at him, smiling down at me, and I couldn't meet his eyes. I pretended to busy myself with some papers instead.

"Hey buddy, want to go out to lunch today?"

It got hard to breathe then. I fiddled with the papers as I answered him, "no, not today. I'm going to try to catch up on some work."

"Suite yourself. We still on for tonight?"

"Definitely," I answered, and my sense of relief was incredible when he left. I wondered what he would say if he knew I was about to go fuck his wife?

**********

Francine and I were naked in their bedroom. She sat in the center of their bed with her legs stretched out and dangling off the side. She stroked herself as I approached, and she smiled at me.

"Now let's see if you enjoy the taste of what's in front as much as what's in back," she said with a laugh. She lay back and I moved between her legs.

She was positioned too close to the edge of the bed for me to crawl onto it with her, so when I started to lick her I was left leaning over the bed. Her pussy was delicious, and as I kissed and licked and sucked at her she began to moan. It wasn't the same though, I found myself wishing it was her ass my face was buried in. I worked at her clit until she was moaning louder and louder, and then she cried out as she came.

"That was a nice warm-up. Now fuck me, Ted," she told me, still breathing heavily. Then she saw that I wasn't hard, and she sighed.

"Don't worry, I know what will get you going." She sighed as she rolled over and lifted herself onto all fours. I stared at her gorgeous rear cheeks for a second as she presented herself, and then I plunged my mouth between them. With my hands I pressed those soft pillows of flesh together around me, and I could feel the blood flowing to my tool immediately. I felt her pulling my wrists to take hold of her hips as I began to tongue her.

"That's it, eat my ass," she demanded, and I felt her hands tighten on my wrists.

My cock was throbbing hard, and I tried to back away from her rear, but she wouldn't let me. Instead, she pulled my hands forward and pushed her hips back so that my face remained planted deep in her rear. Her forceful maneuver turned me on even more, and combined with the deliriously wonderful taste, smell and feel of her ass in my face I knew I was going to cum soon.

That's when I felt someone behind me. Hands grasped my ass and spread my cheeks. I recoiled at the touch, but Francine just held her grip on my wrists even tighter. She had my arms pulled so far in front of her, that with her laying forward onto them, I couldn't free myself. Her beautiful ass, for its part, seemed to have no intention of releasing my face, either. It felt like it was actually pulling me in deeper somehow, its soft, pillowy curves perfect for smothering.

"You see, I told you he loved your ass enough to do it," I heard Doyle's voice from behind me.

I struggled to pull away as I felt something hard pressing between my cheeks, but her ass kept me from moving forward as his cock pressed into me from behind. I screamed and shouted, but her smothering rear stifled my cries. The pressure was intense, and then I felt a searing pain as my rear passage stretched to accommodate the head of him. His hand pulled at my hips and I felt him slowly forcing himself deeper inside me.

Just relax, Ted. You can do it," Francine said with a laugh, as she stopped pushing her ass back at me and let me have enough room to turn my head sideways and lay my gasping cheek against her buttocks.

She still held my wrists as I gasped in the fresh air, and groaned helplessly as Doyle's assault on my butt continued. It was horrible, but somehow my cock was bobbing hard below me as he speared me deeper still. He grunted and I moaned as he pushed further and further, until I felt his body touching mine. I felt so filled that it was like he wasn't fucking me so much as wearing me--as if I was just a sheath for his huge sword.

"Fuck, he's so tight," Doyle said as he began to slowly pump himself in and out of my ass.

Somehow, despite all the pain and humiliating shame of being violated, I was turned on more than I'd ever been before. My cock felt hard as steel. I had just started to regain my breath when Francine looked back over her shoulder at me with a stern gaze.

"Break time's over, you little ass-licking bitch, get back to work," she told me, smirking, and then she pushed her ass back against my face again.

Doyle's rhythm built speed as I began to lick Francine's ass again, and my body rocked between them. Every time he thrust into me it jammed my face back into her heavenly behind. I felt so helpless, so degraded, but it was only a few moments before I felt my balls tensing and then my cock unloaded below me without having been so much as touched by either of them. Their moans grew louder as Doyle fucked me harder still, and I just shivered and twitched there between them as they used me. It was wonderful.

"Oh fuck, you win, Francine. Your ass, oh fuck . . . your ass is safe. Oh fuck," he grunted, and then they both came at nearly the same time.

We all lay there for quite a while afterwards, and I couldn't look at either of them. I just wanted to curl up and die, but it was time for Doyle and I to go back to work. Before we got dressed, Francine had the idea to stick the butt plug up inside my tortured, burning ass. Doyle did it, while I knelt behind Francine and kissed her rear.

She told me I was to keep it inside me for the rest of the day, to "keep me limber" for the evening's festivities, which they planned as if I wasn't there. I stared at them in shock, until Doyle smirked at me and I had to look away. It was impossible to walk normally, and driving my car with that thing in my ass was excruciating.

**********

The rest of that day, my ass hurt like hell. The plug just made it worse. Every time I thought of Doyle's grinning face I nearly broke down and cried. But none of that stopped me from going to their house after work that night, and every night since. I live with them now, serving them as my mistress and master.

Every time I think about leaving them I remember how soft and perfectly smooth Francine's round behind is. I think about how it tastes and smells and feels and I keep going back there. My fascination with her rear is so strong that even now, after licking it for months on end, I still have dreams about it.

Despite the fact that nothing larger than my tongue is ever near her ass, now Francine doesn't to worry about Doyle leaving her to get anal sex any more. They're getting married next month, and Doyle says I get to be the best man at the wedding. When we're in private he calls me ass-boy, so now he jokes about me being their "best boy" at the wedding. I even get to go on the honeymoon with them, in case Doyle gets the urge to pound my ass in the Caribbean. Besides, I think Francine has come to really like the way my tongue feels in her butt.




Fascination



They treat me pretty badly, but I get off at least as much as they do, maybe more even. Over time, I've come to accept almost all of it. Somehow calling him master is the worst part. It's difficult--we used to be best friends, drinking buddies. Even being forced to suck his huge cock hard, so he can fuck Francine in front of me, isn't as bad as having to say "thank you, master" after doing it. As many times as she's rode my tongue and he's had my ass, it really does feel like they're my owners now.

-The End-



Fascination



"Lissa?" Jill tossed her purse in the corner as she walked into the apartment, her dark hair sticking to her forehead in the sweltering heat. She knew that it always irritated Lissa when she left her purse there, but at the moment, Jill wasn't all that interested in making Lissa happy. "Where the heck have you been?"

Not that Jill was completely furious with her friend. She'd managed to put up with Lissa's addiction to J-pop and Lissa had coped with Jill's love of cheesy Lifetime movies; they'd long ago gotten past the point where one or two little irritations could flare up into anything more. Which wasn't to say that Jill didn't want a damned good explanation on why Lissa had flaked out on her tonight. "Lissa, are you in here?" she called out as she turned the corner into the living room.

"There you are!" she said with a tinge of exasperation in her voice. Sure enough, Lissa was lounging in the easy chair, stripped down to her underwear and basking in the breeze from the new window fan they'd bought when the air conditioning went out yesterday. "Hey, what's the deal? I called the apartment twice and your cell three times. Remember? Dinner with the Glimmer Twins tonight, I was counting on you to provide moral support?"

Nothing. Lissa didn't chuckle at Jill's pet name for her oh-so-emo brother and his oh-so-emo girlfriend, she didn't muster a half-hearted defense at how they were Jill's family, not hers...she didn't even look in Jill's direction. She just sat there, staring out the window with a tiny little smile on her face.

"Lissa?" Jill called out again, a little softer and a lot more sympathetically. "Lissa, are you all right?" Jill started to worry a little as she took in the scene fully. Lissa didn't have her earbuds in; she wasn't listening to MP3s or anything. She didn't have the TV on--she hadn't even turned the lights on in the room. The only light coming in was from the neon sign above the twenty-four hour laundromat across the street. Even if that had been enough light to read by, Lissa didn't have a book in her hands.

"Lissa, this isn't funny," Jill said, approaching her slowly. The closer she got, the more worried she became. Lissa was breathing, at least; Jill could see her chest rising and falling slowly in the dim red light. Her eyes were open, but she didn't react to Jill at all. Jill saw now that Lissa wasn't just lounging in the easy chair; she was sprawled bonelessly into it, her whole body utterly limp. Her short blonde hair was matted to her head with sweat, as though she hadn't changed position in hours.

Jill put a hand on Lissa's shoulder and shook her gently. Her skin felt slightly cool and clammy to the touch. "Lissa, can you hear me?" she asked. "If you can hear me, say something."

Already, Jill was thinking ahead to the moment when she'd have to run to the phone and dial 911, but she tried one last time to grab her friend's attention. "Lissa," Jill said, grabbing both of her shoulders and pulling her half-way out of the chair to look her in the face, "snap out of it!" She was uncomfortably aware of the tinge of hysteria in her voice.

But thankfully, Lissa did exactly that. She blinked once, twice, then looked at Jill with a slightly dazed expression on her face. "Oh, hi," she said muzzily, the smile gradually fading from her lips. "I...I didn't hear you come in." She shivered, despite the heat, and looked around her in confusion. "Why's it so dark in here?"

Jill hadn't even realized just how tense she'd been until that tension snapped. She smacked Lissa on the shoulder and said, "Don't do that to me! Jeez, I thought you were dead or something."

"What are you talking about?" Lissa asked, a trace of hoarseness in her voice. "I'm fine, I'm just kind of thirsty, is all." She stood up, her legs shaking just a tiny bit as she did so. "Really," she said as she went into the kitchen, "I don't know what you're freaking out about. I just kind of zoned out a little, is all. It's not such a--omigod." She burst back into the living room. "It's nine-thirty!" she shouted.

Jill looked at her, still more than a little worried about her best friend. "Um, yeah," she said. "I was telling you that when I came in. You totally blew off dinner."

Lissa looked more than a little worried herself, now. "You don't understand!" she said. "Last I remember, it was a quarter after five! I lost four hours sitting there, Jill." She pointed at the chair, her finger trembling.

Jill took in the expression on Lissa's face and remembered the way she'd been sitting there, totally unresponsive to shouting or shaking. It wasn't hard to believe that she'd been like that all night before Jill walked in. "It's okay, Lissa," she said. "Just...calm down, and try to tell me what happened."

Lissa looked anything but calm. In fact, she was getting more agitated by the moment. "I was...I was getting ready to go," she said. "I'd just gotten out of the bathroom and I was about to hop in the shower, and I decided to plug in the fan before I left so that the apartment would be a little cooler when we got back." She looked back at the fan as she walked over to the chair. "And then I decided to sit down for a few seconds and cool off before I took a shower, so I wouldn't have to use lukewarm water."

"And I sat down just like this," she said, returning to her seat. Jill noticed that it was still damp with four hours' worth of sweat. "And I...felt nice. It was...the crystal...pretty, so..." Lissa trailed off into silence. Jill looked over at her. Once again, Lissa wore the same faint, distant smile on her face, and already her limbs were relaxing into that same utterly limp posture. She let out a tiny sigh as her breathing slowed. Her eyes locked into a vacant stare.

This time, Jill followed it. Lissa was staring out the window, just like before, but now that Jill was paying less attention to Lissa's condition and more to what might have caused it, she noticed that the little crystal doodad that Lissa had hung from the window back when they'd moved in had caught some of the breeze caused by the fan. It was rotating gently, but very regularly; now that Jill looked, she could see the light from the flickering neon sign refracted through the crystal onto Lissa's face.

Right into her eyes, in fact. Was that really what was doing it? Was Lissa really that easily distracted by sparkly lights? Jill set aside her own somewhat snarky first answer to that question, and decided to test it. She put her hand between Lissa's eyes and the crystal.

"...pretty," Lissa said, her voice sounding slightly vague at first but gaining strength as she talked. "And I guess I just sort of zoned out for a while looking at it and lost track of time." She smiled sheepishly. "I feel kind of silly getting all worried about it, now that I know what happened. I mean, you made it sound like I was totally out of it, or some..." Jill pulled her hand away from the light. "...thing..." Lissa slumped back down into the chair. The only muscles not totally relaxed were those of her mouth as that tiny, dreamy smile returned.

Giggling, Jill put her hand back in front of the light. "You were totally out of it!" she said, after a brief pause to allow Lissa's brain to switch back on again. "You were so totally out of it that you didn't even know how out of it you were! I mean, I don't want to suggest that you're easily distracted, but it is kind of sad that you keep forgetting to finish your sentences because you suddenly notice a shiny thing in the middle distance."

Lissa frowned. "I am not easily distracted!" she said. "I'll admit, there's something about the way the light hits that crystal that's kind of...eye-catching.." In the reddish light from the sign, Jill failed to notice Lissa's slight blush. "But I wasn't 'totally out of it'. You're just exaggera...ting..."

Jill watched Lissa's eyes glaze over as she took her hand away from the light again. "Oh, I am, am I?" she asked, knowing full well that Lissa wasn't going to respond even a little. "Seems like someone needs a little proof!" She started to go look for a marker, but decided that drawing on her helpless friend would be just a little too mean. Instead, she lifted Lissa up slightly, careful not to let her head loll and break eye contact with the crystal, and unsnapped her bra. Pulling it off, she set it on Lissa's head. After a moment's contemplation, she yanked Lissa's panties off as well and dangled them in front of Lissa's face to break the spell. "I'm sorry," she said sweetly, "you were saying something about 'exaggerating'?"

Lissa blushed furiously, but she made sure to turn her head away from the window as she snatched her panties out of Jill's hand. "Oh, ha ha, very funny," she said as she got up and took the bra off her head, genuine humiliation in her voice. "I'm going to go get myself some water," she announced, stalking off into the kitchen.

Jill felt a tiny little twinge of guilt as she watched Lissa walk away, her gait filled with injured pride, but honestly, it wasn't that big of a deal. It wasn't like Jill hadn't seen it all before when clothes shopping with Lissa. Besides, Lissa only had herself to blame. She was the one who got so interested in the pretty lights that she tuned out everything else around her.

What was the big attraction, anyway? Jill was looking at the crystal right now, and she wasn't drifting off into slumberland. She sat down in the easy chair, tilting her head slightly from side to side as she tried to figure out just what had made Lissa go from fully conversational to zero brainwaves in just over a second.

From this angle, Jill had to admit that the light was a lot more compelling. There was just something so fascinating about the way that each facet gently revealed itself to her eyes, and the way that the red light dazzled her with tiny hints of rainbow along its edges. It felt like it filled up her eyes, like all she could see was a rich, warm crimson enveloping her whole field of view. It was like she was swimming in a warm, red sea, and every slow rotation of the gem revealed a new depth for her to dive into.

Jill felt a dreamy heat settle into her mind as she watched the crystal gently spin in the breeze. She remembered thinking that maybe she should look away soon, before Lissa came back into the room and started trying to claim this as some sort of moral victory, but then the crystal turned and a new facet glinted with fresh light and she only realized looking back that she'd decided to wait just a little bit longer until the light had passed all the way across her eyes. And then, just as she was remembering that decision, the crystal turned again and she decided to wait a little longer still. And then she forgot that she'd ever remembered anything at all.

Because the heat that the light created felt...it felt sensual, somehow. Despite the fact that nobody was touching her, despite the fact that Jill had actually lost track of the physical sensations in her body, Jill felt like something was caressing her. Not noticing her body actually helped, because the light felt like it was touching her deep down in her mind, deeper than anything real could ever touch. Jill wanted to grin from ear to ear as the pleasure built, but that seemed like so much effort when the light was so pretty, so she settled for smiling as much as she could.

And still the pleasure kept coming, saturating her mind with bliss. It was so relentless, the way it never stopped turning, never stopped gleaming, never stopped filling her up with that dazzling, strobing, fascinating glow. Jill didn't think of herself as sexually inexperienced, but she'd never encountered a lover as utterly consumed with pleasing her as this. She felt a smoldering heat deep within her mind as she came, not even registering the orgasm with her body but feeling that intense starburst of joyous release deep down within her mind. She felt like she could scream, the pleasure was so intense, but she'd ceded total control of her body now as the light took hold of her completely. All she wanted to do was watch and keep watching as the crystal turned yet again and--

Something blotted it out. For an infinitesimal moment, Jill wanted nothing more than to push it away and return to that light, but then she came back to her senses a bit more and recognized how far gone she'd been. Even before Lissa said anything, Jill felt the insistent fullness of her bladder. "You were out for about fifteen minutes, Miss 'Shiny Thing In the Middle Distance.'"

Jill blushed. "Um...sorry," she said, standing up. "I...um...I guess it is pretty distracting. I, um...I'll just be right back, I..."

"Let me guess, you need to pee?" Lissa took a long, vengeful drink of her water, letting tiny rivulets of it spill out around her mouth and run down her chest. "Probably should have gone before you sat down. I tried to tell you, but you were a little too 'distracted' by then." She looked like she had plenty more to say, but Jill couldn't wait to hear it. She raced to the bathroom as fast as she could while still holding her legs together as tightly as possible.

While she was relieving herself, Jill tried to collect her thoughts. Which started with 'Wow', pretty much; if they could somehow bottle and sell that sensation, every sex toy company in the world would be bankrupt within days. She'd never felt anything that good; not with a lover, not by herself. Even now, she wanted to run back in there and let the light carry her away all over again. Jill looked down at her panties, a damp patch very obvious on them as they hung between her ankles, and suddenly understood where Lissa's embarrassment had come from. And to think, Jill had thought that was sweat...

Lissa--something about what she'd said came back to Jill as she sat there, peeing for what felt like decades. Jill hadn't had that much to drink at the restaurant, and she'd gone before she left, but here she was feeling like she'd been holding it for years. And Lissa had said something about how she'd told Jill to go to the bathroom while she was out of it. Jill thought back to camp, some of the pranks they played on the other kids when they went to sleep. They'd taken a kid's hand, and put it in warm water...

Not that this was sleep, exactly. It was a lot better, for one thing. But Lissa's words had felt oddly familiar to her when she'd come out of it, like she'd heard them but hadn't really thought about them. Maybe, if she was really as distracted as she'd seemed (and "distracted" was probably a nicer term than "cumming her brains out"), Lissa's words had kind of bypassed her thoughts and gone straight into the back of her head?

Only one way to find out, Jill thought as she cleaned herself up and got dressed. She'd need a test subject, but she already had a sneaking suspicion that she'd find one as soon as she got back to the living room. If Lissa felt like Jill felt right now, being in the same room with that empty chair would be a practically irresistible temptation.

Sure enough, when Jill got back into the living room, Lissa was sitting in the chair with that same distant smile on her face. Now that she knew what it meant, Jill felt faintly amazed--to think, her best friend had been having the most unbelievable non-stop multiple orgasm of her life, and all Jill saw was a tiny little dreamy grin.

There were a few other signs, now that Jill knew what to look for. She blushed a little as she noticed that Lissa hadn't even taken the time to put her underwear back on; Lissa's legs were splayed open in limp abandon as she lost herself in the sparkling depths, and her pussy glistened in the neon light in a way that made it very clear just how turned on Lissa must be right now. This close, Jill could smell Lissa's juices underneath the scent of their sweat.

Jill looked back up at Lissa's vacant eyes, trying to get her mind off how good her friend must feel--and how much Jill wanted to feel that good herself. She'd get a turn in the chair later. For now, she had a theory to test. "Lissa," she said quietly. She didn't know why she was talking softly. Lissa was chasing the dancing lights; she probably wouldn't notice if Jill brought a brass band through here. But somehow it felt like the right thing to do.

"Lissa, I want you to listen to me very carefully. When you come back, after I put my hand over your eyes and block out the pretty lights, you're going to realize that your back itches. No matter how hard you try, you won't be able to ignore it, and no matter where you scratch, you won't quite be able to get to it. After a few minutes, you're going to need to ask me to help you get rid of the itch. As soon as I scratch your back, Lissa, it'll go away. Do you understand?" Jill felt stupid for asking; whether or not Lissa understood, she wasn't going to respond. She was too far gone to even twitch at this point.

She waited a second or two anyway, just to make sure Lissa wasn't going to do anything, then put her hand over Lissa's eyes. "...aww..." Lissa said as she came back. "No fair! That was only a few minutes!"

"Fifteen," Jill said, checking her watch. "I was in the bathroom for a long while. Looking at that thing does weird things to your sense of time, remember?"

"Uh-huh," Lissa responded in a sort of strangled whimper. Did she really think Jill hadn't picked up on what it was doing to her? "I, um...I suppose you want a turn now," she said as she stood up on legs that looked like they were still a little bit wobbly.

"Um..." Jill was surprised to realize that she was blushing, and hoped that Lissa didn't notice in the dim red light from the neon sign. It startled her just how badly she did want to spend some time staring at the pretty sparkling crystal and letting her mind drift away on a tide of liquid pleasure...and how much she wanted "some" to become "lots". Jill suddenly felt a surge of sympathy for Lissa's tiny little sigh of dismay when Jill brought her back.

She shook her head a little to clear it, trying to focus her mind on her little experiment. "Um, yeah, that sounds good. Are you okay, though?"

Lissa nodded absently. "I'm fine. Just a little stiff, though. I guess even relaxation wears you out if you do it long enough." She idly reached around and scratched at the small of her back. Just a tiny, distracted gesture at first, but the look on Lissa's face told Jill that the itch wasn't going away.

Jill tried to hide her look of triumph. "You should also probably get some more water in you while I'm having my turn," she said, working like hell to pretend she didn't notice Lissa's squirming and scratching as it got more intense. "And we should probably only do this when both of us are here. Can you imagine what would have happened if I'd been away for the weekend?"

"Oh, I'm sure I'd have...nnnh...have woken up when the sun came up and changed the...grrr...the light coming through the window," Lissa said, now paying easily as much attention to trying to ease the itch on her back as to the conversation. Jill could probably set up a webcam and sell tickets; not only was Lissa jutting and thrusting her tits out as she reached around with both arms, trying to find the perfect angle to get at the elusive itch, but she alternated that with rubbing her back up against the wall to try to get a little relief. It wasn't Jill's thing, but she bet that somebody would want to watch it. 'BigTittedItchyGirls.Com', or something.

"Maybe you would, maybe you wouldn't," Jill said, trying hard not to smirk at the spectacle. "You said it was a quarter after five when you sat down; that means there was plenty of light coming through the window. Since we don't know why it's doing...um, this...let's be careful to make sure someone can snap us out of it. Okay?"

"Yes," Lissa snarled. "Fine fine fine! Grrr!" She contorted her arm around awkwardly, trying to get at the spot right between her shoulder blades. "Before you sit down, could you do me a favor? I've got an itch right where I can't scratch it, and it's driving me nuts!"




Fascination



"Glad to help," Jill said lightly. She reached over as Lissa turned around, and barely brushed the tips of her fingers against Lissa's back. Instantly, Lissa sighed in relief and relaxed. That clinched it for Jill--there was no way that would have soothed an actual itch. It had all been in Lissa's head, and Jill had put it there. That was definitely something worth thinking about. Maybe even officially scheming about--not that Jill wanted to do anything bad to her best friend, but maybe it wouldn't hurt to drop a few hints in her subconscious mind about doing the dishes, or wiping down the shower when she was done. Or maybe--

Lissa broke into her train of thought. "So are you going to sit down, or what?" she asked, glaring impatiently at Jill.

Jill gave a tiny little gulp. Suddenly, she felt a little bit apprehensive about sitting down in that chair. After all, if she could whisper suggestions into Lissa's ear while her friend was lost in the shimmering lights, then Lissa could do the same thing to her. She looked at Lissa for a moment, trying to discern a suspicious look on Lissa's face, but it was too dark. Besides, the longer she stood there staring at Lissa, the more her friend was going to suspect something was up. Better to just go ahead and just take a seat.

Besides, Jill thought as she settled into the chair, she knew about it now. That was bound to make a difference. Sure, the lights were pretty. They were even prettier than Jill remembered, the rainbow gleam at the edge of each facet catching her attention and fascinating her even faster than before. But know that she knew that she had to pay attention to Lissa, too, or else Lissa could sneak suggestions into her head, then she'd be able to...to...

She'd forgotten about the way it kept turning. It turned at such a smooth, steady, even pace, never speeding up or slowing down. And every turn revealed another facet. Just when she thought that she'd seen everything there was to see of the sparkling, endless depths of the crystal, the light caught her eyes again and she drank in more and more of that perfect glow. It continually amazed her, the way that each turn of the crystal revealed something new and beautiful, and yet so intimately familiar. Jill's breath slowed as she tried to focus. She had to focus very intently, she remembered that. She had to focus on...on the light. Because the light was pleasure.

Realizing that felt almost profound. The light was pleasure, pure and undiluted. Other things might cause pleasure, but the light was pleasure. It poured into her eyes and filled her up with bliss. Jill felt her limbs relaxing, but that was just that tiny step before she lost track of them completely because the sheer orgasmic joy of the light swamped everything else. Jill wanted to lose herself in the rapture of gazing at the crystal. She couldn't imagine not wanting it, not when it just kept turning and turning and she kept cumming and cumming.

The glow took her again and again now, the orgasm a permanent condition as Jill gazed helplessly and came helplessly, and she wondered how much pleasure she was capable of. She wanted to find out. She ached to press her body even further to its limits and feel even more of the bliss of the gem, never stopping, letting the world fade away as she moaned silently inside her own head in utter fucking sexual ecstasy. She never wanted this moment to end.

But it did. It only seemed like seconds before something blocked the light, and Jill's plaintive sigh echoed Lissa's as she realized her friend had put her hand in front of the crystal. "I gave you twenty minutes," Lissa said. She still hadn't bothered putting on clothes, but given the sweltering heat in the apartment, that wasn't a huge surprise. "Never let it be said I'm not generous."

Jill stretched lazily, feeling the glorious, sticky warmth between her thighs. "You're a lot nicer than I would have been," she said, reluctantly levering herself out of the chair. She didn't really want to get out of the direct line of the breeze; the night air wasn't doing much to cool down the room, and after a few seconds, the sticky warmth felt less "sexy and decadent" and more "warm and sticky".

Lissa smiled. It took on a saturnine cast in the dim red light from the window. "Oh, I don't know so much about that," she said. "I spent that time doing a little thinking. And do you maybe have some sort of guess about what I was thinking about?"

Uh-oh, Jill thought, trying to keep a casual expression on her face. "Hog futures?" she asked hopefully.

"I was thinking about how I suddenly itched so bad when I woke up from my last time in the chair," Lissa said. "And at first, I was thinking I maybe had some sort of heat rash." Jill twitched at the word 'heat'. Just what she needed, another reminder of how Lissa looked delightfully cool without any clothes on and she was sweating straight through her dry-clean only dress.

"But then I remembered that the itch just...vanished. Poof! Not even a trace of it. Isn't that kind of funny, Jill?" Lissa knew, and Jill knew she knew, but her roomie seemed to be taking a delight in playing the innocent. Just to watch Jill sweat...

Ugh. Just thinking the word 'sweat' reminded Jill of how damn hot it was in here. Jill wondered if they had anything to drink in the fridge. "Um, not ha-ha funny, if that's what you mean," she said, distracted by thoughts of pouring cool water onto her head and letting it trickle down her body.

"Oh, it's not?" Lissa said. "Because I kind of got the impression that you thought it was. I mean, not that I really mind. I suppose it was kind of worth a chuckle, looking back. I'm certainly not mad or anything."

"Oh. Um, good." Jill felt like she should add something, perhaps try to claim that she had nothing to do with it, but she felt too hot to care right now. She looked around for something to fan herself with, but she didn't see anything that would work, and it was too hot to go rummaging around for something. She needed to do something to cool off, though. It felt too hot to even think right now. Almost without realizing it, she reached around and unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor.

"It's like they say," Lissa continued, "don't get mad." The wave of heat smothering Jill's body finally broke as she unsnapped her bra and let it drop, joining her dress and panties in the small pile of clothing on the carpet. Jill realized what Lissa must have told her, but she felt too delightfully cool to care. "Get even."

Now that she was free of the suggestion, the gentle breeze stirred up by the fan made Jill sensually aware of the little droplet of sweat trickling down her breast, leaving a trail of rapidly evaporating condensation behind it. "I don't know if that was exactly 'even'," she said. "I think maybe you wound up a little bit ahead on the deal." She grinned back at Lissa with her own devilish smile. "But don't worry. I'm certainly not mad or anything."

Lissa's smile vanished, replaced by a look of uncertainty. "Okay, now, fun is fun, but you wouldn't--I mean, I didn't do anything that mean. You're probably a lot comfier now..." She trailed off into nervous silence. "I'm just saying, now that we know about it, and we've each had our go at the other..." Jill just held her smile, and Lissa practically squirmed in discomfort. "You can't, Jill!"

Jill shrugged. She really shouldn't be enjoying herself this much. Then again, she really shouldn't be naked right now. "Hey, all you have to do to make sure that I don't put any funny ideas in your head is just not sit down in the chair. Nobody's forcing you to."

But she knew as well as Lissa did that someone was forcing Lissa to sit down in the chair, and that someone was Lissa. Even knowing that Jill might whisper something in her ear while she was vacant and blissed out and lost in rapturous fascination with the shimmering refractions of the crimson light, and that she wouldn't be able to fight it, Lissa still inched slowly towards the chair as though pulled by an invisible rope.

It surprised Jill how goddamned sexy that was.

Lissa stood next to the chair for almost a full minute, her face a mask of agonized indecision. Finally, she looked over at Jill. "You know if you do anything really nasty, I'll get you back when it's your turn."

Jill smirked, flopping down on the couch. "Who says I'm taking another turn?" she shot back triumphantly.

Lissa rolled her eyes as she sat down. "Oh, puh-lease," she said, shortly before her brain short-circuited with bliss and she couldn't say anything at all anymore.

Jill knew exactly what Lissa meant. That was why she really, truly, honestly meant to leave Lissa alone. She'd had her fun, teasing Lissa with all sorts of prospects for sinister brainwashing, and now she could just leave Lissa to stew in her own juices for a little while (as it were) and maybe when Lissa came out of it, Jill would pretend that she'd suggested something and wasn't telling Lissa what it was. But that was all, really, because Lissa was right. In fifteen minutes, Jill would be leaving her own mind in Lissa's hands.

But then the clock started ticking. Very, very slowly. Every second seemed to take a minute, and every minute seemed to take an hour, as Jill sat there in the dark, quiet room with only one thing to occupy her attention--her blissfully vacant, naked, helpless roommate. And Jill was getting a little creeped out with herself for staring at that.

She grabbed the remote, but stopped herself before she turned on the TV--the last thing she wanted was to flip past an infomercial and have Lissa wake up insisting she needed a bread-maker. She went and got herself something to drink to replace the fluids she'd lost sweating and...um...wow, she still felt all damp and sticky down there. Her mind might have had something like a billion orgasms, staring at the crystal, but her body was still looking forward to number one.

Two minutes later, and Jill was masturbating on the couch. She felt kind of weird--Lissa was sitting there less than ten feet away, eyes wide open, and Jill was rubbing her clit and moaning like she'd just discovered it for the first time. But it didn't matter. Lissa was off in the sparkling lights, she'd never know that Jill just couldn't stop herself from--

Her pussy clenched convulsively around her fingers. Suddenly, she was right back there in the moment, watching Lissa twist and squirm as she tried to scratch her back. It wasn't because she was naked, or the way her tits jutted and swayed as she wriggled around. Jill had been in a threesome once or twice, but that was more as a favor to her then-boyfriend than anything else. No, Jill knew exactly why she felt her libido go into overdrive at that mental image, and why her clit felt like a tiny pebble under her fingertip.

Lissa couldn't stop herself, any more than Jill could stop herself when she--nnnnh! Jill remembered that insistent, undeniable compulsion to disrobe, and the way that it seemed to make so much sense at the time, and that pushed her over the edge into an intense orgasm. She clenched her eyes shut and saw rainbow sparkles at the corners of her eyes as she came and came, her first multiple orgasm in years.

The only sucky part was that she was so wound up, it only took her about five minutes to cum. Meaning she was still stuck with--five minutes? Jill let out an explosive sigh. She was going to go seriously, utterly, batshit nuts if she had to sit here another five minutes staring at Lissa while Lissa stared at the crystal. Honestly. It was going to break something in her brain. (If it hadn't broken already. Jill was uncomfortably aware that she'd been looking right between Lissa's wide-open thighs while she fucked herself a moment ago. Her sex drive was in freaking overdrive right now, and Jill could tell that at least part of her was too damned horny to care what gender Lissa was.)

She thought about going and putting on some clothes, but the second she did, a wave of heat flushed through her body. Okay, mental note, she thought. Make sure that Lissa fixes that before Monday morning, or I will be the most popular girl in the office.

She looked at the clock again. Still five minutes. If anything, the second hand seemed to be going backwards. She looked back over at Lissa. She was trying to be good, really she was! But it had been so much fun to see her following that suggestion (and so hot, her pussy seemed to whisper.) And she could always undo it later (and the memories would burn themselves into her fantasies...) And she wouldn't do anything really harmful, just...fun... (And sexy...)

Jill got up and knelt by the chair. She felt a little twinge of guilt, and tried to tell herself that Lissa would only retaliate (but that got her hot too, the thought of following those compulsions every bit as hot as watching someone else do it...) "Lissa," she said softly. "When you wake up..." She trailed off into silence for a moment, trying to think of something to make her friend do. "When you wake up, you won't be able to stop touching your breasts. It'll be like there's a powerful magnetic attraction, like your hands are stuck to your tits. Even if someone or something moves them away, you'll find that they go right back there as soon as they're able."

Jill tried to ignore the heat between her thighs, but her voice was still a little unsteady as she said, "When I snap my fingers, the attraction will stop and you'll be able to let go of your tits again." That wasn't too weird, was it? Just the sort of thing that a stage hypnotist would do, just a prank on your best friend. Lissa wouldn't know Jill was...enjoying it.

She spent the last few minutes cleaning herself up a little in the bathroom, washing her hands and rubbing the area between her thighs with a damp washcloth. The living room smelled like sex anyway, but at least this way the hand Jill put in front of Lissa's face wouldn't smell quite so obviously like it had just been jammed inside Jill's cunt. Once she was satisfied with the results, she went back in and snapped Lissa out of it. "Wakey wakey, sleepyhead!" she said cheerfully.

"...why are your fingertips all wrinkled?" Lissa said muzzily as her eyes refocused. "Did you go take a bath, or..." She looked down at herself in stunned dismay as her hands found their way to her breasts, seemingly of their own volition. "Oh, it's on," she said, glaring back up at Jill.

Jill couldn't help herself. She snorted with laughter. "Here, need a hand getting up?" she asked. She took Lissa by the elbow and helped lever her out of the chair. Privately, she was amazed at how well the suggestion took--Lissa held her arm rigid enough that Jill could pull her up by it without breaking the contact between her hand and her breast, but the look on her face told Jill that she was trying as hard as she could to pull free.

"Seriously, Jill, what the fuck?" Lissa asked, her face bright red. Jill couldn't tell if it was humiliation or anger. "This is so totally not cool." Jill could actually see the muscles in Lissa's arm going taut as she tried to fight her own subconscious and failed. That alone practically undid all the work Jill had done with the washcloth.

"Oh, come on," Jill said, "it's not that mean. It's not like you're actually stuck that way or anything. I can undo it any time I want to."

"It's not that it's mean, it's that it's--" Lissa squirmed a little, her face a mask of discomfort. "Weird," she finally said. "I mean, we're friends, and I never thought you...I mean, I never thought you thought. You know?" she finished awkwardly.

Jill blushed beet red. She hoped that it would look like she was upset at the implication, and not because she felt like suddenly she'd been caught with a guilty secret. Because no, girls in general didn't do anything for her. But girls playing with their own titties because of some kind of weird post-hypnotic suggestion? This girl in particular right in front of her, the one with her hands glued to her breasts because of nothing more than Jill's words whispered into her ear when she couldn't think about anything but endless fathoms of red light? Um, yeah. That was doing a whole lot for her. "It's not any weirder than the clothes thing," Jill said defensively.

"Um, no, it's a lot weirder," Lissa replied. "Telling me to stand here and pinch my nipples until you tell me to stop? That's pretty freaking weird, Jill. I mean, not that there's anything wrong with you, you know...liking that sort of thing. In general. But it's kind of fucked up to be inflicting it on me."

Jill looked down at Lissa's breasts, for the first time noticing exactly what her friend's fingers were doing. "Um, Lissa?" she said, wrenching her gaze back up to meet Lissa's. "I didn't...I didn't actually tell you to play with your nipples. I just told you that your hands would be stuck to your tits."

Lissa looked down at her breasts again, her blush spreading all over her body now. Jill looked too, noticing the way that Lissa's fingers never actually stopped tweaking and rubbing her nips. After a moment, she realized that she was still looking, and jerked her eyes up to meet Lissa's. "New rule!" Lissa said brightly. "No more discussions about whether or not any of this is weird."

"Uh-huh," Jill said, all too aware that her voice was about an octave higher than it should be.

"Wanna take your turn in the chair?" Lissa asked.

"Uh-huh," Jill replied, walking over to the chair in a half-daze. Her mind was a whirl; she wasn't even sure what to think about first, and she probably wouldn't know what to feel about any of it once she thought about it. It was all just too much to process. She needed to sit down, let the crystal blank out her brain in mindless fascination, and worry about all of it once she finally woke up. Maybe then she could--

"Ahem," Lissa said, nodding meaningfully down towards her chest.

"Oh. Right," Jill said sheepishly, snapping her fingers. Lissa let go of her tits, although Jill thought she imagined a tiny bit of reluctance there.

For a moment, as Jill sat down, she felt a spasm of fear; what if she couldn't stop thinking about all this? The light had been pretty fascinating so far, but it was really nothing but a cheap piece of glass they picked up at a Renaissance Festival, shining through a flickering light as it turned in the breeze. What if that wasn't enough to blank out her brain when it felt like it was galloping a mile a minute, trying to decide if her feelings for Lissa had changed, or if Lissa's feelings for her had changed, or if red, rainbow-cornered red and it was so fucking beautiful. How could she possibly have forgotten how perfect it looked? How could she not have remembered the way that the light flickered and strobed as it played through the crystal?

Jill wanted to weep with joy. Every slow, gentle rotation of the crystal was like a new revelation, an almost religious experience with every new facet exposed to her gaze. Just when she thought she understood everything there was to know about its wonders, it turned again, and she saw it as though for the first time. She knew that she must have seen this face of the crystal before, but each individual facet was just so fascinating that it blotted all the others out of her mind, so when those rainbow prisms heralded a new one, she experienced it anew all over again.

And the bliss. How could she have forgotten those endless depths of pleasure, spilling into her mind through her eyes and making her burn with hot, sexy...ohhh, and it turned again, and each turn of the crystal was like a new orgasm unfolding inside her mind. Each facet of the gem was a plateau of bliss, but the edges, the dazzling refractions of light on display in every single one of those moments...unnnnnh, it turned again and Jill forgot even how to describe the bliss to herself. She was utterly lost in the pleasure now, her body forgotten, all her thoughts forgotten except for the one thought, and that thought was pleasure. That thought was orgasm given shape. She drifted in it as time itself became meaningless.




Fascination



And then time returned to her, and so did thought and meaning as Lissa's hand blocked out the crystal. "Um," she said, all her previous confusion crashing in on her at once as the influence of the red light faded away. Lucky for her, Lissa wasn't expecting too much from her in the way of conversation just yet. "I, um...I guess it's your turn, now," she said. She got up out of the chair, but she only managed to make it a step or two before her wobbly legs buckled out from under her and she fell to her knees.

"Are you okay?" Lissa asked, darting over to her side.

"Yeah, fine," Jill said, looking up at her. "I felt a little dizzy, that's all. I'm probably dehydrated or something. I'll be okay in a minute." Actually, the wave of dizziness seemed to have already passed, but Jill didn't feel particularly inclined to move yet.

"You should get some more water into you," Lissa said. "I know you had a glass one of the times I was out, but you probably lost more than that just from peeing earlier." She sounded concerned. In fact, Jill thought, she sounded a little too concerned. It was the kind of thing that nobody but a very close friend would notice, someone who'd heard her on the phone with her mom using that same voice and then listened to the rant afterwards. It would fool a co-worker, a boss, a parent, and Jill had been there when it did. But it didn't fool her.

"Don't suppose you could get me some, could you?" Jill asked, her eyes wide as though she didn't suspect a thing. "Only my legs are still a little shaky."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be fine," Lissa replied. Jill noticed that she couldn't quite keep the smirk off her face. "Just go ahead and try to stand up."

Jill managed to lever herself up a few inches off the floor, but then the strength seemed to go out of her legs again and she collapsed back to her knees. "I, um...can't," she whimpered. That was when she knew Lissa must have done something, because it didn't feel scary to her that her legs weren't working anymore. It felt natural to be down on her knees like this, even kind of sexy. (Alright, incredibly sexy. But everything about this felt incredibly sexy. She hoped Lissa thought that was an "Oh, no, whatever shall I do now?" whimper, not an "Oh God, do I want to finger myself right now!" whimper.)

"Oh," Lissa said, her pretense of concern slipping more with every passing second. "Well, just go ahead and try to crawl, then. Maybe you'll be able to manage that a little better than standing."

Jill nodded grimly. "You realize, of course," she said as she crawled over to the couch and retrieved her glass, "that this means war." Holding the glass, she stretched as upright as she could and walked on her knees over to the fridge.

Lissa followed her into the kitchen, watching her from the doorway with a smug grin on her face. "Sorry," she said. "I couldn't hear you from up here."

Jill filled her glass and took a long drink of water, busily plotting revenge. The problem was, all her revenge ideas seemed to start with the phrase, 'After I masturbate...' Who knew that irresistible compulsions could be so fucking hot? She almost wished she could get Lissa to do something even kinkier to her mind.

And then it hit her. She could. Her nipples hardened into tiny buds at the thought, and the heat in her pussy went practically nuclear. Just the thought of teasing Lissa's docile mind until she needed to do sexual things to Jill, until she stopped being able to pretend this was just a cute little game and started really pushing all of Jill's hot buttons...oh, god, she had to do it. Absolutely had to. The second she thought of it, it was an irresistible compulsion in her mind. She'd do it as soon as she masturbated, and she'd masturbate as soon as Lissa sat in the chair.

Which, it struck her, Lissa wasn't doing. "Skipping your turn?" she asked, finishing the glass and reaching up to set it on the counter. "Because I'll gladly take another." She started knee-walking towards the chair as fast as she could.

"Oh, no you don't!" Lissa said, spreading her legs apart to block the doorway with her body as Jill approached. "It's still my turn, and..." She trailed off, suddenly aware of the way her pose left her pussy gaping wide open to Jill's gaze...and of the fact that Jill was on her knees, at almost exactly waist height.

Jill was aware of it too. In fact, it seemed to be nearly all she could notice; she couldn't stand up, and Lissa's pussy was right there in front of her, glistening with musk. Jill could smell it. She could smell how turned on her best friend was right now, and the smell got stronger with every passing second, and Jill wasn't sure if that was because Lissa was getting more and more turned on or if it was because Jill couldn't help leaning in a little closer, and then a little closer yet...

Lissa straightened up abruptly and took a step back, her cheeks flushed bright red. Jill couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or excitement, and she suspected neither could Lissa. "Right, my turn," she said, her voice barely a squeak as she headed over to the chair.

Jill crawled after her. "Hey," she said, "aren't you forgetting something?" She crawled up next to Lissa and put her chin on the armrest as Lissa sat down. "Fair's fair, I undid yours!"

"You said this was war," Lissa replied, just before turning her head to face the crystal. "And all's fair in love and war..." Then her voice trailed off, and she was gone. Jill thought for a moment about bringing her back long enough to make her undo the suggestions, but the urge to finger-fuck herself was just too strong.

Her cunt was so slick and wet that it felt like warm butter. Her lips parted easily for her searching fingers, and all Jill could think about was how it felt to stare at Lissa's pussy. She went back to the moment, turning memory into fantasy with ease as her thumb found her clit. In the fantasy, she tried to stand, and it was so fucking good when Lissa's suggestions took hold of her mind and made her fail. She imagined herself sinking right back down to perfect licking height, imagined Lissa shivering with lust as she watched it all happen, imagined Lissa pulling her close and grinding against Jill's face...Jill grunted hard as she came.

Afterwards, she thought long and hard about what exactly she wanted to tell Lissa. It was tricky, because every time she thought about it, she felt another rush of sticky heat between her thighs, and that made her masturbate again because she never had managed to pull her hand away from her pussy, but she eventually got it out. "Lissa, when you wake up, you won't feel any more embarrassment or hesitation about what we're doing. This is nothing more than a little fun between two old friends, and you're enjoying it so much and it gets you so turned on that you're going to find yourself wanting to make the suggestions more sexual. You know I won't mind. It'll be our little secret, Lissa, something we only do and only talk about here inside this apartment, but it's so sexy and so hot that you won't want to stop."

Jill's pussy spasmed around her fingers again, and she shivered. "And...and when you wake up, you won't mind at all watching me do sexual things. You won't mind doing sexual things in front of me. In--ohhh...in fact, you're going to play with yourself as soon as you wake up. You're already so horny, and you'll need to go get your toys and release all that heat that's been building, oh, oh yes..." Jill couldn't decide which turned her on more, telling Lissa what to do or following commands herself. She was glad she didn't have to choose.

"And, and you won't mind that I'm watching, you'll love it, you'll want to tell me to do things when I sit in the chair and even thinking about that turns you on, you love commanding me when I'm in the chair and you love being commanded when you're in the chair," Jill whimpered, clenching her legs tightly around her hand. She needed to stop soon, she realized. She was rambling, and she'd lost track of how long she'd been jilling off while programming her best friend--

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came again at the thought.

Finally, though, she managed to pull out of the cycle of arousal and release long enough to put her hand up in front of Lissa's face. Lissa blinked once, twice, then stirred in the chair and looked around. "How long was I...wow." She visibly shivered with arousal at the sight of Jill, still on her knees, hand still between her thighs, hair plastered to her body with sweat. "Oh, god, Jill, you look..." She darted out of the room.

For a moment, Jill felt a chill of worry in the pit of her stomach. Had she gone too far? Was that too much for her friend to take in, even with the crystal blanking out her conscious mind? Had she accidentally broken Lissa's brain or something? But then Lissa came back in, holding two vibrators in one hand and a tube of K-Y in the other, and all Jill's worries melted away into sensual heat.

"Oh, God, Jill, you look so fucking hot..." Lissa flung herself onto the couch and spread her legs wide. They'd need to have all the furniture steam-cleaned after this. She set one vibrator down next to her and started to lube the other one up, working her hand up and down the plastic shaft as she watched Jill with wide, lust-glazed eyes. "I just, I need to, oh fuck..." With a groan of need, she slid the dildo into her pussy as deep as it would go.

Jill stumbled her way closer, wanting to see everything. She heard the muffled buzz as Lissa turned the vibrator on, and shivered as Lissa's head fell back against the cushions and her eyes rolled up in her head. Lissa's eyes might be closed, but Jill knew Lissa was still seeing her.

"Gnnnh, guhh, ohhhgodddd," Lissa moaned out, barely managing to keep her voice low enough to stop the neighbors from complaining. Jill watched every quiver of her thighs and every shudder of her body from mere inches away, trying to burn it all into her brain. Her friend was fucking herself at her command, and it was so fucking hot.

"M-m-more," Lissa gasped out, shifting position slightly so that her ass was as exposed as her pussy. "Please, Jill, please more please..." She fumbled around for the other vibrator, but it had rolled into the crack between the couch cushions and Jill could tell she was too distracted by her pussy to really look for it properly. And Jill definitely didn't want Lissa to stop paying attention to her pussy. She reached over and grabbed both the vibrator and the lube, quickly applying one to the other.

"You want this?" she said playfully, touching the cool plastic against Lissa's asshole. "Because if you're not sure, I won't--" Lissa's only response was to groan in arousal and reach down to shove the second dildo into her ass. Jill smiled, and turned it on all the way to maximum.

Then Lissa's moans increased to frantic intensity. Her hips bucked up and down against the couch cushions, and her breathing turned into panting, then gasping as she came. "There you go," Jill whispered as Lissa arched her back in beautiful, erotic pleasure. "There you go, let it all out, that's right." She felt her own pussy shudder around her fingers, cumming almost without meaning to as she watched her best friend give in completely to ecstasy.

Finally, Lissa sagged back down onto the couch. She gingerly removed the vibrators, and half-opened her eyes to look over at Jill. "Your turn," she whispered. "For the chair, I mean. Not for..." She gestured to her own body, a lazy smile on her face.

Jill's mouth watered at the implication, but she knew that whatever they did next would be even better after another session in the chair. When she was in the chair, Lissa would mold her mind, and that would make the sex so much better. So much hotter. Jill crawled over to the chair, deliciously aware that even her inability to rise to her feet was part of the game.

She was still able to crawl into the chair and sit down, though, and the red light found its way into her brain easily as soon as she stared into it. Her mind was racing with anticipation of the next stage of the game, the next command, but the light blazed through her eyes and straight down into the part of her brain where all the pleasure came from, obliterating all thought. Anticipation faded away in the timeless pleasure of the rainbowed edges of the gem. Jill lost herself to it willingly, eagerly. She gloried in her mindlessness. She reveled in her blankness.

Everything was warm, red bliss now. It was like being at the bottom of an ocean of endless pleasure, looking up and seeing nothing but fathoms of ecstasy, looking around and seeing nothing but leagues of orgasmic pleasure. Somewhere beyond it all, Lissa was programming her, but Jill didn't care. If she had cared, it would only be to ache for more of it, but the crystal swamped it all out.

She surrendered completely. The act of surrender was itself bliss now, as though the pleasure of going blank was itself an act of pleasure, distinct from the ecstasy she felt once her mind had given in but also enjoyable. Jill let all her cares fall away and stared emptily into the gem, letting the moment stretch out into an eternity.

And then she saw Lissa's hand, a shadow in front of her face, and she knew instantly what she needed to do. The desire transcended words. It transcended thought. She climbed out of the chair and embraced Lissa with a desire that almost frightened her with its potency. But then she felt her warm flesh press against Lissa's body and all the fear was gone, leaving only desire.

She kissed her way down Lissa's throat, her chest, her belly, lavishing attention on each of these in turn but unable to stop herself from moving past any of them. Only one thing consumed her mind now, one thought and one need that she could not resist. She had to eat Lissa's pussy. She absolutely had to.

It felt like forever before she finally worked her way down to the soft crease between Lissa's thighs; but when her lips finally caressed Lissa's folds, she knew it had been worth the wait. Her tongue darted out, licking away salty fluid again and again as she ran it over Lissa's gorgeous pussy. She was dimly aware of the way Lissa grunted, whimpered, bucked and shuddered, and those things were beautiful, but Lissa's pussy was more beautiful yet.

She felt Lissa's hands on her body as she licked, guiding her around so that she could settle her own aching, needy cunt onto Lissa's face. She felt as much as heard herself moaning into Lissa's pussy, turning the pleasure of Lissa's soft tongue into whimpers and grunts of bliss that drove Lissa to even greater heights of ecstasy as they stimulated her clit with their vibrations. It felt like they had joined, perfectly united in orgasm after orgasm.

Lissa seemed to know exactly what Jill wanted. She found all of Jill's erogenous zones, first one after the other and then as many as she could stimulate at once, all of them taking Jill to new heights of bliss. And Jill, in turn, felt like she knew exactly how to make Lissa cum harder than the other girl had ever imagined. It occurred to her that Lissa might have put the knowledge into her mind while she stared at the sparkling gem, but that just made her hotter yet.

They were both going to be sore in the morning, but Jill didn't care. They had a whole weekend to recover, and this was the best sex she'd ever had. She licked again and again, spiking her tongue as deeply as she could into Lissa's cunt, feeling Lissa do the same to her. She lost count of how many orgasms they had before exhaustion finally made them break the sixty-nine.

"Y-your turn," Jill said unsteadily, pointing to the chair. Lissa nodded absently. It took her almost a minute to get up off the floor and flop down in front of the crystal. Jill knew that this would be their last session for the night; she could barely keep her eyes open now, and she didn't want to fall asleep and leave Lissa helpless to break the connection. But there was something she had to do, still.

"You love me," she whispered to Lissa as the other girl stared blankly at the crystal. "You love me passionately, madly, with all our friendship intensified into romance. There's nothing wrong with that. There's nothing wrong with the fact that we're both girls. It's all just fine, just another step in our relationship. We're such good friends, and making love to me is so hot. It all makes perfect sense to you." Jill wondered idly as she talked whether she came up with this idea on her own, or whether Lissa had programmed her to program Lissa. And if she had, had she done it because Jill had programmed her to?

It didn't matter, not anymore. It still felt just as real. Jill whispered into Lissa's ear until it was time to break her out of the spell one last time. Then, too tired even to make it to the bedroom, they lay down on the floor and fell asleep in each other's arms.

THE END



Fascination



Jack Reynolds worked hard at his job in the store rooms of Henton's Department store in the town of Lowmeadows in the county of Surrey in England. His job was to make a regular stock count in the store rooms to make sure all as accounted for and make lists of the stake needed. He would also bring the stock onto the department floor. In this capacity he became familiar with both staff and customers. He used his extensive knowledge of the stock to help both staff and customer. It made him very popular by them both.

Jack was twenty-five. He was over six feet tall and athletic. He had lived alone in his two storey home since his parents died tragically on holiday in Spain. Although he had dated several girls Jack remained single. He would admit himself that he was not prepared to, as he put it, "Take the final step"

It was a year ago that Jack first spied upon her in the store where he did his grocery shopping. She stood at five feet eight. Her dark hair was cut short. She always dressed in a blouse and skirt. The skirt was never above her knees. Despite the fact that she was probably married and in her mid fifties, Jack thought she was the most desirable woman he had ever seen. What was more starling was the fact that the sight of this woman actually gave him an erection. He was glad he stood safely behind his trolley.

As the weeks wore on Jack's fascination grew. He wasn't obsessed. He simply hoped that he would catch a glimpse of this mysterious woman when he was in town. Each time he saw her he became aroused. They would exchange smiles and nod to each other without uttering a word.

Another two weeks passed and Jack was delivering some stock onto the department floor when she heard a female voice call out.

"Jason, come back here!" she cried anxiously.

Jack turned to see a little toddler mischievously darting away from the woman. In his excitement he tripped and Jack moved swiftly to prevent him from falling on his face.

"What's your name, little man?" he asked the toddler kindly as he lifted him up and held him in his arms.

"Jason," responded the little boy shyly with a smile.

"Jason, you're very naughty for running off like that," said the woman as she arrived beside Jack, who instantly recognised her as his mysterious fascination.

"Oh, he's alright. Want to go to your mum?" asked Jack as he handed Jason back to the woman who blushed.

"Actually, he's my grandson," she corrected with a smile.

Now it was Jack's turn to blush. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought..."

"Not at all. My name is Veronica by the way," concluded the woman.

"Jack," replied Jack, sounding stunned as she shook Veronica's hand.

Veronica turned to her grandson. "Say thank you to the man, Jason," she instructed.

"Thank you, man," responded the little boy obediently.

Jack and Veronica laughed heartily. Then Veronica turned to Jack while still holding her grandson. "I've seen you around," she said.

Jack was shocked. 'What was she referring to?' he asked himself.

"Well, it's a small town," he answered uneasily.

"Indeed," responded Veronica in a very flirtatious tone.

"Anyway, thanks again," said Veronica as she extended her hand and Jack shook it.

"Any time," he replied with a smile before Veronica and her charge left the store.

Jack shook his head and smiled as he resumed his work.

Every day Jack took his lunch and coffee break in the restaurant on the second floor of the store. The staff were friendly and efficient and the food was good. Each day he would converse with them and joke. Then one day as he sat in his usual spot he was shocked to see a familiar face at the counter as he walked in. 

Jack simply made his usual order and sat in his usual spot. As he began to consume his lunch he became aware that Veronica was seated at a table not too far away and perfect for observing him. Jack was certain this was no accident although remained silent and simply acknowledged Veronica with a smile.

When he was finished he emptied his tray in the disposal and then walked over to Veronica who was still seated. She seemed a little disconcerted as Jack approached but nonetheless remained seated.

"Hallo there. How are you?" Jack asked her cordially.

"Oh, fine, thank you," was Veronica's response.

"And Jason?"

"He's great. He's with his mum today. His real mum," emphasised Veronica and they both laughed.

Then Jack saw something in Veronica's eyes. It was as if she was expecting him to say something spectacular and was disappointed that she hadn't heard him say it.

"Well, I've got to get back to work. Nice to see you again," said Jack."

"You too," replied Veronica with a smile before Jack returned to the store rooms.

That night Jack did something he hadn't done in a long time. He took down one of his favourite adult movies and imagined the leading actress was Veronica. He fantasised about making love to her in a similar fashion.

***

The following week while in the café Jack noted that Veronica turned up only on Monday and Friday. It was on Friday that was to change Jack's world forever. It was just 10 pm and he was tired. He had put in a long twelve hour shift at the store and was in no mood to go out. Instead he had a refreshing shower and lounged in the living room watching a DVD and eating a pizza. Thankfully he was off until Monday so he intended to lie in. 

Jack was startled when half way through the DVD the doorbell rang. Reluctantly he got up to answer it dressed in his bathrobe. He was shocked when he opened the door and saw Veronica standing in front of him with a broad smile.

"Aren't going to invite me in?" she asked having caught a pleasing eyeful which Jack hastened to cover up.

"I should really close the door on you," responded Jack reproachfully. Despite this he gestured to the older woman to enter is home and ushered her into the living room.

"What are you doing here, Veronica?" asked Jack, trying to temper his anger.

"I was curious," was all Veronica replied.

"Curious?" repeated Jack as a question.

"Yes, I was curious as to how and where you lived," responded Veronica.

"And did you satisfy your curiosity?" asked Jack, sounding a little calmer.

"Partly," replied Veronica with a grin.

"Why are you really here, Veronica?" repeated Jack.

Veronica sat uninvited on the sofa and picked up a slice of the pizza Jack had been consuming. "Mmm, I love pepperoni," she said before taking a bite of the pizza.

"I think you should leave, Veronica," declared Jack firmly.

Veronica jumped up and held Jack's hands. "Oh, please don't be angry with me, Jack. Sit down here and I'll explain everything, I promise," answered Veronica as she pointed to the space beside her on the sofa.

Jack reluctantly sat down. Despite himself he couldn't help admire Veronica's long smooth lower limbs encased in her usual sheer black tights.

Veronica cleared her throat. "I haven't on this earth all these years and notice when young men such as you stare at me," she said.

Jack was about to speak when Veronica gestured with her hand. "Now, don't be alarmed, Jack. All women notice it. We just don't let you know we do. Actually, I find it very flattering. After all I'm fifty-five and old enough to be your mother," continued Veronica.

"Veronica, I..."

Once again Jack was interrupted.

"Jack, I know you fantasise about me. Now don't bother to deny it. It's true, isn't it?" the older woman asked.

"Yes," responded Jack in a lowered voice and bowed his head in shame.

Veronica took Jack's head in held him close to her. "Oh, don't be ashamed. I told you, I'm very flattered. I came here to see if we could work out some sort of deal," said Veronica in a consoling manner.

Jack looked up at her. "Deal?" he asked uneasily. "What sort of deal?" he asked. 

"Sex, Jack. Full, no strings attached sex. You fulfil my fantasies and I'll gladly fulfil yours," Veronica replied without hesitation.

All at once Jack was hit by more emotions than he ever thought possible. He was shocked that this apparently conservative and very married woman would suggest such an idea. He also felt guilty. Worst of all though was an overwhelming desire to say yes immediately. However, on this latter point, he struggled to contain himself. He had just heard a married woman offering him his ideal fantasy and he was stunned. Slowly stood up and took a moment to think. At the same time Veronica waited patiently for his response. Finally, Jack swung around to face the older woman who seemed to hold her breath with unease.

"Veronica, you're a married woman and although I admit I am sexually attracted to you I'm not a marriage or home wrecker," said Jack in reply.

Jack's answer seemed to stun Veronica into silence but suddenly she erupted in laughter. She stood up and put her arms around the young man.

"Oh, Jack. You're such a dear," she said, still laughing.

"I don't understand," said a puzzled Jack.

Veronica contained her laughter and held Jack's hands. "You're definitely no home wrecker, Jack. Nor am I. As far as my Marriage is concerned, well, Dan and I haven't had sex for several months now. It seems he prefers men over his wife. He's in Scotland right now, supposedly on business, but I know for a fact that he and his business associate are getting off right now. Dan and I have a sort of unwritten agreement. I don't interfere with his desires and he doesn't interfere with mine. It's mutually convenient. As my frustrations grew so did my desires. I almost went crazy. Then I spied you and noticed your own wondering eyes," concluded Veronica.

Jack remained silent. He just couldn't think of anything to say. The woman stood before him and bared her very soul to him and he found it overwhelming.

"Well, say something, Jack," cried Veronica when she could no longer bare the young man's silence.

"I don't know what to say," stuttered Jack.

"Say yes," responded Veronica encouragingly. "Think of it as regular one night stands," she concluded.

"You really are determined about this, aren't you," replied Jack.

Yes," responded Veronica. "And Dan won't be back until Monday," she hinted as she removed her jacket, revealing her short sleeved white blouse.

"Just one more question?" asked Jack.

"Yes?" replied Veronica.

"Why me?" he asked.

Veronica sighed with relief and caressed Jack's face affectionately with her hand.

"That's a good question, Jack and I'll answer it the best way I can. You may not know this but you have a very good reputation at the store. You're known for your helpfulness, kindness, courtesy and above all and what I hold most dear, you're discreet. I need a young man to satisfy me. The fact that you are athletic and handsome is a bonus for me and we both get what we want. Is that answer enough?" 

Jack sighed and then smiled as he took the older woman's hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom.

In the bedroom Jack and Veronica faced each other. There was initial hesitation from both young man and mature woman until Jack moved forward and planted a passionate kiss on Veronica's moist red lips. The touch of Veronica's soft lips sent something fluttering through the entirety of Jack's body.

Veronica too, felt an equally exciting sensation and wished for it never to end as he returned the young man's kiss with equal passion. At that same moment she felt even more excited when she felt Jack's hands slowly unbutton her blouse.

"Oooh," she sighed as Jack's hand gently squeezed her large firm breast through her slip and bra. Hoping to speed up the process, Veronica put her hand to the zipper of her skirt pulled on it.

The sound of the zipper been slowly pulled aroused Jack and he kissed Veronica again while opening the last button of her blouse. As Veronica's skirt floated to the ground her blouse fully opened, revealing the full white slip she had worn. Veronica eased from her shoulders, allowing it to join her other discarded garments on the floor and at the same time reveal her lacy low cut black bra from which her magnificent curves strained to escape.

"Oooh," uttered Veronica as she felt Jack's lips kiss her neck as he stood behind the mature woman. He slipped the straps of her bra down her shoulders before unsnapping the garment and tossed it wildly to the floor and her breasts bounced forth in triumph.

Once again Veronica sighed deeply with joy as Jack's hands gently massaged her wonderful melons and continued to kiss her neck. This wonderful sensation continued for Veronica as Jack began kiss and lick her bare shoulders and making his way down her back, all the while, the older woman's sighs began deeper and this in turn, encouraged Jack to press on.

As he knelt, Jack gripped the waistband of Veronica's tights and along with her lacy knickers, rolled them down until they reached the floor and she stepped out of them.

"Oooh," sighed Veronica once again as Jack gently licked and sucked her right buttock and then her left.

He stood up and carried Veronica to the bed before gently depositing her on it. He swiftly removed his gown before easing himself onto the woman and they resumed kissing passionately.

"Oh my God, Jack!" cried Veronica excitedly as Jack's tongue engulfed one of her nipples and began to lick and suck it. She gave a similar reaction Jack worked his magic on the other one.

By now both had given into their lust and desires and were determined to enjoy them to the full. For Veronica in particular, the sexual release was enormous. She continued to sigh loudly as Jack worked down her reasonably trimmed body with his tongue and lips.

"Oh Fuck!" repeated Veronica as Jack's tongue slowly drilled through her bush and pussy lips and proceeded to lash her clit. It was a strange feeling for Jack. He had always perceived Veronica as a very prim and proper lady and certainly not this sexual animal she was turning out to be. He liked what he saw though.

After a few moments in which Veronica's juices slowly began to gather, Jack suddenly withdrew his tongue and swiftly replaced it with his cock. After positioning himself comfortably, Jack began to pound the older woman. His speed picked up with each stroke. More than this, Veronica's body began to react positively to his movements. She put her hands on the young man's bare hips as if steering him and soon they settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. The longer their lovemaking continued the deeper their breathing became. Their body heat even caused them to perspire.

Slowly, Veronica's love juices gathered. She prolonged for as long as humanly possible, determined to enjoy every blissful moment. Finally, they orgasmed together, releasing very deep sighs of both relief and pleasure.

For Veronica it was her biggest ever orgasm. She turned to Jack. "My God, Jack, You're absolutely wonderful. The best I've ever had," she declared, still gasping for air.

Jack smiled and looked at her and kissed her. "Thanks honey. You're pretty sensational yourself, believe me," he said.

This made Veronica very happy. She turned to Jack once again and resting her head on his bare chest spoke to him. "Jack, you fulfilled one of my fantasies magnificently. Now I'm determined to fulfil yours. What would you like me to do?" she asked.

"Oh wow," said Jack, sounding embarrassed.

"Come on, Jack. It can't be that bad. Out with. What is it?" goaded Veronica.

Jack's face reddened. "I'll whisper it to you," he said.

"Don't be silly. There's nobody here," said Veronica with a laugh.

"Please," he begged.

"Alright," responded Veronica, shrugging her head and shoulders in submission as Jack whispered his fantasy.

When Veronica heard Jack's fantasy she wanted to laugh, not at the fantasy itself but at the fact that he felt the need to whisper it. She thought the fantasy was kinky. It was a challenge but an exciting one.

"Oh Jack, you're such a sweet boy. I think we can arrange something to satisfy each of us," she said as she kissed him.

"You don't think it's too much?" asked Jack anxiously.

"Not at all," responded Veronica consolingly and held the young man close to her. "Good night, Jack. Pleasant dreams," she said.

"Goodnight, Veronica, he replied happily and kissed her before holding her tightly in his arms. Soon they were both asleep cradled in each other's arms.

***

Veronica woke to the sound of chirping birds and the warmth of the early morning sun as its rays beamed through window. It took her a moment to recollect what had transpired the previous night. She looked and saw an empty space in the bed where Jack had slept. Veronica stretched her arms before rubbing her short black hair. Just then the bedroom door opened and Jack entered, dressed in his gown and carrying a tray. "Some breakfast?" he asked with a smile.

"Ah, you're so good," responded Veronica as she took the tray and consumed the cereal before moving on to the toast and tea.

"What time s it?" she asked when she was finished.

"Just after eight thirty," replied Jack in a matter of fact tone.

"I promised to meet my Daughter Angela in town at ten. May I use your shower?" Asked Veronica.

"Of course," responded Jack with a sly grin.

It wasn't lost on Veronica. "Well, come on, then. You can scrub my back," she said with a giggle.

As the jets of steamy water sprayed about her Veronica Madden imagined she was in heaven. The image of a married woman with a younger lover was only something she had seen in movies and soap operas. Now she was about to have her desire fulfilled and she intended to enjoy it to the full. First she applied the soap to her breasts and then washed it away. Then she felt the gentle touch of her young lover's hands as the massaged and caressed them with expertise. 

Aaah," she moaned with delight as she felt Jack's body touch her back. It was even more exciting when she felt his cock as it touched her buttocks.

"Shove it inside me, Jack," she instructed firmly and the young man duly obliged. After several moments of pounding in which both breathed deeply, Veronica released a short when she felt the explosion of cum inside her.

After drying off and getting dressed Veronica kissed Jack. "Oh Jack, you are so wonderful. I hope I wasn't a disappointment?" she concluded. Veronica knew she wasn't but she needed to hear Jack say it.

"Far from it," he said. "You were absolutely exceptional," he answered very enthusiastically.

This made Veronica smile and she kissed him again. "I'll phone when I have everything arranged and you won't be disappointed, I promise," she declared with another giggle.

"I'm sure I won't," responded Jack positively.

"I'll see you during the week," said very as she gave Jack one final kiss and headed for her car.

***

Monday was strange for Jack. He saw Veronica as she browsed the store. He studied her. To look at her she seemed your average conservative housewife. No one, especially Jack, would have guessed that under that exterior was a woman with a near bottomless well of female desires and passions.

Twice that same week, as Jack had his coffee break in the café, Veronica came and sat in the same spot. They simply nodded and smiled at each other. However, Veronica did something she never did before. On both her visits to the café she sat in such a way so that when she saw Jack looking in her direction she would cross her long smooth legs giving him an eyeful under her skirt in a clear and deliberate tease. Veronica would smile, knowing her little tease had worked before leaving the café. She also reflected on how much she had changed. Before being involved with Jack she had led a very dull life. Now she had no hesitation at flaunting her body at him or whoever tickled her fancy.

***

It was just after nine on Friday night when Jack got home from work and his mobile phone rang. It was Veronica. She told him she would pick him up within the hour to fulfil his fantasy. He would just have time for a quick shower and change.




Fascination



His timing was perfect as he arrived downstairs with his jacket in hand he heard Veronica blowing her car horn. The combination of the shower and the excitement of seeing Veronica swept away all the weariness he had felt and he kissed her as he got into the car beside here. "Where are we going?" he asked inquisitively.

"My place," responded Veronica swiftly.

A feel of alarm came over Jack.

"Don't worry, lover. Dan's gone for the week. I have the house to myself," said Veronica soothingly with a smile.

Veronica Madden shared a house in the fashionable district of Millennium Court on the other side of Lowmeadows. It was a magnificent three storey building. There was an extensive lawn that was bordered by a high enclosing wall.

Veronica smiled when she perceived Jack's awe.

"Make yourself comfortable in the living room, Jack," instructed Veronica as she pointed to the door before hanging up her jacket and tossing her keys onto the table in the hallway.

For a moment or two Jack wandered around the living room admiring the wonder ornaments. He was startled when he heard the sound of the doorbell and then the door being opened. What was even more startling was hearing women's voices in merry conversation. Just then the living room door opened and Veronica walked in followed by a tall redheaded woman who Jack recognised as one of Veronica's companions when she was in town.

"Jack, this is my neighbour and best friend Alice. She's going to help us," said Veronica.

Jack stood there shocked.

Both women laughed.

"I know Jack from Henton's. Hallo, Jack," said Alice as she extended her hand.

"Hallo," was all Jack could utter.

Once again Veronica and Alice laughed.

"Don't worry, Jack. Alice is the very soul of discretion and you can trust her implicitly," said Veronica, putting Jack at his ease. "Why don't you pour yourself a drink? We'll go upstairs and get ready. We'll call you," said Veronica. With that, Veronica and Alice disappeared. Jack was amused when he heard them both giggling as they ascended the stairs.

"We're ready," shouted Veronica sometime later.

Cautiously, Jack made his way upstairs. He was guided to the right room by the giggling women. When he peered in he was shocked at the transformation of the two ladies. Veronica was dressed in an elegant green Victorian period dress that reached to the floor while Alice was dressed in a corresponding Victorian maid's dress, complete with headdress.

"Holy..." stuttered Jack.

"Do you like it?" asked Veronica.

"Ah huh," was all Jack could reply. Both Veronica and Alice laughed heartily.

"Why don't you sit in that chair, Jack and enjoy the show," said Veronica as she indicated the chair by the wall that faced the bed.

"Ready?" asked Veronica.

"Yep," responded Alice with a giggle and Veronica turned her back towards her.

"Undress me," said in a firm tone.

Yes Mistress," replied Alice in a humble voice and obediently began to open the buttons at the back of the dress. When they were all finally opened Veronica lowered her arms, Allowing Alice to ease the garment from her body and drop it to the floor, revealing the strange period underwear. 

'These girls had gone all out' thought Jack as he watched eagerly as Alice swiftly remove Veronica's underwear.

"Madam is most beautiful," she whispered before nibbling Veronica's ear and fondled her breasts as she stood naked before her.

"Thank you," Veronica answered with difficulty as she enjoyed the touch of Alice's hands as they continued to gently rub her wonderful breasts. At the same time, Jack's own excitement grew as he observed the women as they kissed and Veronica proceeded to peel Alice's clothes away. When they were finally nude Veronica led her "maid" to the bed and gently mounted her.

As she kissed Alice and she felt the warmth of her soft skin touching her own, Veronica became excited. It was not the first time she and her neighbour had made love but in contrast to the male body nothing compared to that extra softness and warmth of the female. At least, Veronica thought so as she moved to Alice's neck, kissing and nibbling as she did so. This in turn produced moaning and deep sighs from Alice. Her sighs grew louder as her lover moved down her body and halted at her medium breasts and began to lick and suck them in alterative sequence.

"Oh my God, Veronica!" she cried several times as enjoyed Veronica's magic touch. At the same time Jack's excitement grew to fever pitch as he observed these two beautiful and very naked matures indulging themselves in their wildest lesbian desires. Finally Veronica looked up. "Sorry, Jack, we almost forgot you. Are you going the join us?" she asked with a sly grin.

Jack didn't have to be asked twice. He stripped rapidly and getting on the bed, he positioned himself between the two ladies and they began to caress his body. Veronica taking one side and Alice the other.

Veronica took Jack's cock and began to rub it gently. She didn't want him to orgasm. She simply wanted it hard enough for Alice who mounted it and Jack, gripping Alice's bare hips tightly, began to push her in and out. The longer Jack was able to pump the deeper he and Alice breathed. At last, as the cum exploded inside Alice both she and Jack gave deep sighs of relief and sexual satisfaction.

This was only round one for Alice. Veronica turned her friend on her back and got into a sixty-nine position and soon both women ravished pussies with their tongue which inevitably resulted in another deeply satisfying orgasm for them both. Exhausted but satisfied all three fell asleep with Jack in the middle.

***

When Jack woke up he took a moment to recollect what had occurred the previous night and smiled as he observed both ladies flanking him were sound asleep. Then he remembered he was due in work. He eased himself out of the bed trying not to disturb them too much before making his way to the shower. He was almost finished when the curtain of the shower was pulled and the two matures stood before them with a sign of mischief in their eyes.

"Where do you think you going?" asked Veronica imitation a command tone.

"I've got to get to work," responded Jack anxiously.

"Not until we give you a good send off," said Alice with a laugh and both she and Veronica forced their way into the shower. Alice stood behind him while Veronica stood in front. They each licked and sucked his body as the hot water continued to cascade about them.

"I'll give you a lift," said Veronica, who was still dressed in her gown.

"No need. I ordered a taxi," replied Jack and kissed Veronica's cheek. He also kissed Alice. Thank you for everything, both of you," he said and made his way to the door and the waiting. Before he got in he turned to Veronica. "Why don't you both enjoy the rest of the morning?" he said as he got in the taxi before it drove him away.

Veronica closed the door and turned to her companion. "Well, like he said. We should enjoy the morning and go back the bed," as she grabbed Alice's hand and led her upstairs. They giggled loudly as they did so.

***

As the days turned into weeks Jack and Veronica's sexual desires grew more passionate and bizarre. They regularly slept together, either in Veronica's bed or Jack's. They would even whole weekends together. When Jack saw Veronica at the store neither gave any hint of their relationship although they did acknowledge each other cordially. Then on Friday morning Veronica rang Jack. She wished a particular fantasy to be fulfilled. Despite the fact Veronica had been coy on the phone Jack willingly agreed. After all, he argued, the lady had fulfilled his own fantasy far beyond his on expectations. The least he could do was to help Veronica with hers.

***

On Friday, at eight on the dot, Veronica picked up Jack from his house.

"Where are we going?" asked Jack curiously, having followed Veronica's instructions to pack an overnight bag.

"Dunthorpe. We're spending the night at a club called 'Sinners' Refuge' Have you heard of it?"

"Jack was a little stunned. "Yeah. A pretty exclusive place. Very exclusive clientele," responded Jack, almost stuttering.

Veronica laughed heartily. "You'll find I'm very well connected," answered Veronica with a sly grin.

Dunthorp was fifty miles north of Lowmeadows and thanks to Veronica's driving they were there in under forty minutes. When they got to the car park of the club Jack could hear strange haunting music emanating from it. 

"Real weird," he said and Veronica laughed.

When they entered the club Veronica went up to a kiosk where a young woman, dressed in a devil's outfit was serving. Veronica handed her what looked like a gold plated credit card.

"Thank you, Madam," said the woman with a smile and handed it back.

"Frank!" cried the young woman and Jack was startled when he saw a man who was over six and a half feet wearing the head of Frankenstein's monster appear.

Veronica was amused at the young man's reaction.

"Room 221," declared the young woman as she handed Veronica the key and the tall man gestured to them to follow him. When they arrived at the door of the room the tall man departed and Veronica explained what she expected Jack to do, much to his horror.

Veronica opened the room door and when she switched on the light Jack was astonished to see a room full of all sorts of torture implements. In the corner, and this really amused Jack was a beautiful double bed. 'Nothing could be more out of place,' he thought.

Veronica was once again amused at Jack's reaction. She, on the other hand, licked her lips with relish. Veronica removed her coat, revealing the green short sleeve blouse she was wearing and her grey knee length skirt. She slipped off her shoes and turned to Jack.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked her anxiously.

"You know what you have to do," responded Veronica as she rubbed Jack's face affectionately.

Jack took Veronica's arms and placed her hands inside the overhanging shackles before fastening them securely. Veronica was slightly raised by the shackles.

Jack put his hand under the older woman's chin and made her look at him. Then, putting his hands to the front of Veronica's blouse, he ripped the garment apart, scattering buttons everywhere and revealing her low cut black lace bra.

Jack was amused and surprised when Veronica gave a yell of delight and satisfaction when he ripped her blouse. It was as if she had just been penetrated by his cock. Taking a knife from the table, Jack put it to Veronica's bra and cut it, allowing the ruined garment hang in two pieces from her shoulders. Having removed the older woman's skirt, Jack grasped the side of her black knickers and sliced through them like butter, allowing them to fall to the floor. What he found unusual was that instead of tights Veronica had worn black stockings.

Veronica just gave a sigh of satisfaction.

Taking up the bamboo cane that had been on the table beside the knife, Jack stood behind Veronica and hesitated as he stared at her bare buttocks.

"Do it, Jack, now!" ordered Veronica.

'Whish, crack' and Jack delivered the first blow to Veronica's bottom.

"Aaah," sighed Veronica, showing pleasure rather than distaste of pain.

"Again," ordered the mature woman.

'Whish, crack," and the second blow was delivered.

"Aaah!" cried Veronica again. "Once more, harder!" she instructed with excitement.

'whish, crack,'

Aaah!" cried Veronica once again.

Jack stood before Veronica and once again put his hand under her chin to make her look at him. "Are you going to obey me now, slave?" he demanded firmly.

"Yes, yes. I swear it, Master. I'll do anything," responded Veronica desperately.

"Anything?" asked Jack.

"I swear it," begged Veronica.

Jack released her from her bonds and carried to the bed before gently laying her on it. Then he swiftly removed his clothes before easing himself on to and proceeding to kiss her passionately.

Veronica sighed and moaned as she felt the gentle touch of Jack's lips as they kissed her bare shoulder. 

"Oh my God," she cried as her young lover began to make a decreasing circular movement around her wonderful breast with his tongue, culminating with the arrival of his tongue at her nipple at the summit. There he began to lick and suck with relish and excitement. There was a similar reaction from the older woman as Jack descended into the deep crevice between her breasts and serviced right.

Suddenly he stopped and turned her over. He gently mounted her and began to lick and suck her back, much to Veronica's excitement.

"Ooh," so soothing," she declared as she felt Jack's tongue as it lick each of her arse cheeks in turn.

Again Jack turned this wonderful woman over on her back. He prised her long smooth legs apart and probing through her pussy lips with his tongue, he began to lash her clit with expertise.

"Oh my God!" cried out Veronica as Jack's tongue action continued to build her arousal. As Veronica began to feel her love juices slowly gather she was anxious not to orgasm too soon. However, she needn't have feared. Almost is if Jack had been reading her mind, he swiftly replaced his cock with his cock and began to pump. As Jack's speed accelerated Veronica's body reacted and they soon settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm.

For Veronica, it was one of the most exciting episodes she had ever had. She shouted out encouragement to Jack to keep going while she struggled too prolong the wonderful sensation she was feeling. Lovemaking with Dan was never like this and the one thing she was sure of was that she wanted more. 

At last, however, human nature being human nature, their orgasms exploded almost simultaneously, making each lover release deep sighs of relief and sexual joy.

After a moment of gasping for air and collecting their thoughts, Jack spoke to Veronica, who was resting her head on his bare chest. "Happy?" he asked.

"Oh Jack. You're so wonderful. I just want this to last," she said as she looked up at the young man.

"Well, I'm here for as long as you want," he said with a reassuring smile.

"Thank you, sweetheart. That means some much," answered Veronica, before kissing him and once again resting her head on his chest.

"Sore?" asked Jack anxiously.

Veronica gave a slight laugh. "Nothing a good night's sleep won't take care off," she said.

"Good night sweetheart," concluded Veronica.

"Good night, Veronica. Pleasant dreams," replied Jack before kissing her and cuddling beside her. Soon they were both asleep, nestled in each other's arms. This was only the beginning for Jack and it all came out of his fascination for mature and very beautiful woman.



Fascination Drives Me Wild



You are my friend. We had our first children together. But we've always, even before the kids, had mad sexual friction. You've always been in love with your man, and I've had several. But we've always joked and poked about running away with each other.

It doesn't help that you are beautiful. And I've been fascinated by you for a long time. I've often thought about caressing and rubbing your small round breasts, as they peep through low cut t-shirts. 

I've thought about your random sexual connotations through touch or words. I've felt you lightly pat my pussy mound through a dress when I teasingly said my new baby was lower. 

I've also thought about ramming your body up against a wall somewhere quiet, unzipping your pants or lifting up your skirt just enough to slide one eager finger down your pussy and right onto your labia. 

I've thought of you trying to resist just little and needing to hold your hands behind your head as I gently stroke you side to side. You're so wet showing me that deep down you like it. 

Your restrain relaxes and you start wiggling your hips against my pointer finger. I slowly slide it down your inner lips and right into you wet pussy. Oh god it feels soo good. 

In and out a few times and you moan with pleasure. Out of nowhere you reach down and grab my face kissing me ferociously. I slip my finger back onto your hard clit and I rub up and down. During a long kiss I move a hand up and down your side and cup the bottom of your breast. 

You put your hands willingly back above your head and arch your neck back in ecstasy. I slide my hand quickly over your breast and hard nipple I can feel through your shirt, and up and down your gorgeous neck, pulsing with the rhythm of your hump. I take my finger and swirl your clit once or twice slowing things down as I take to your breasts. 

I gently move both my hand up and down your body, meeting at your round breasts, still under a tightly fitted shirt. You move your hand gently down my stomach and deep into my pants where my dripping wet panties cling to my damp slit. You press my panties up into my wet pussy, holding my mound, in your hand. 

I squeeze your breasts with my thumb and pointer, edging up the circumference to your areola, and start humping your hand. You use most of your fingers just rubbing the outside of my pussy lips in slow circles forcing me to back off, while you anticipation of your hardening nipples. You want me to touch them but I don't. I slide your shirt up and your breasts fall into my hands. I massage them kissing your chest. I lightly brush a finger over one of your nipples and you shudder with surprise. You pull my panties aside and just as quick insert a finger right up my ready pussy. You use your thumb to start masturbating my clit. I lightly brush your other nipple. And you shudder again. You're fingering starts getting more intense. I leave one breast hanging and slip my fingers down your pants and over your clit again. I start tossing it side to side gently and you start pumping your hips toward me. I start pumping my hips too and inadvertently start using your leg thigh to help you rub me. 

You are shaking with the desire to cum at my re-established touching of your swollen clit. I pinch your nipple and your arch your back again. I move my hand quickly to your other breast and pinch that one. I move my hand back to your other nipple and start stroking your nipple with my thumb and finger as if I'm jacking you off. 

Then I start on your clit and with my finger and thumb roll your clits hardness between my fingers and start slowly moving in and out. I'm humping your flat hand. Your other hand reaches around and grabs my breast kneading it and pumping it. You've got your eyes closed and I'm ready to cum. I moan a bit as things get rowdier and you slip your fingers inside my pussy, fucking me. 

I do the same and we're pounding each other's holes and pumping each other's breasts and we both breath hard and cum in unison, shuddering with delight and slumping onto each other up against the wall, maybe a wall around the back of your house, while everyone is inside casually chatting over after-dinner party drinks.

Sometimes I imagine a scene where we're lying in a bed after the girls have gone to sleep for nap time, just casually chatting, and I just roll on top of you. I straddle your beautiful hips and rip your shirt off before you even know what's going on. 

Your eyes understand as I rub your upper torso sliding my hands unassumingly up and over and then down over your breasts. Your nipples stand up at sensation. And you buck your hips ever so gently. I squeeze your nipples between my fingers and massage your breasts with my hands. You close your eyes and smile.

You reach forward and unbutton my shirt and cup my breasts as they come tumbling out into the air. You gently squeeze them like I'm squeezing yours. You tickle them too, so I start tickling your breasts and you giggle. I move my hands down your body and simultaneously my breasts away from your grasp. 

I start slipping down your sweat pants and find out you're not wearing panties. You grab one of your tits without thinking and stroke it. Your mound of hair and bone just sits there, rocking up and down ever-so-slightly, waiting. I slip off my pants and you notice I didn't wear panties either. I climb slowly back up your legs rubbing your calves and thighs, sliding my fingers so close to your pussy that I tickle your hairs. 

I climb right up so that my pussy hovers just above yours. I slide a finger down and feel my own pussy lips, already wet as can be. I curve my back and grab a breast and start moaning quietly. You're shocked to see me start to masturbate right on top of you. 

You want to feel too so you slide a finger down and slip it into my wet pussy. That drives me wild and I start pumping up and down. Our pussies touch once or twice each time sending such chills up and down our bodies. You're massaging your other tit. And I've got mine. 

I stop out of nowhere and remove your hand to your side holding it there. I look down at your mound pumping up and down ever so slightly and kiss it with my pussy lips. You arch up. I kiss it again and slowly settle right down so we can feel each other's wetness all over each other. I start humping you and you start humping me and we're grinding pussies together. 

And I start massaging your nipples and you're grabbing the sheets. And I'm humping your pussy bone and I'm about to come. We're moving faster and faster and you reach a finger down under my thigh, and stick it in your own pussy. How exhilarating to feel you masturbating yourself while we hump pussies. 

I sit up, you take over on your breast, and I stop pumping. I slide my finger down and start masturbating myself. We are pussy to pussy and can feel each other's hands masturbating our own throbbing clits. I roll off of you before I come and ask you to sit up and face me. So we face each other and spread our legs and resume rubbing. We lean back and both arch our necks in delight. We look up only to gaze into each other's wet pussies. 

I love watching you masturbate, to see you find your spots, and tease them. I also love you watching me and watch as you get turned on as I rub a little faster. We both know we're turning each other on and it stimulates us even more.

You start circling your clit with your one finger while looking me in the eye now, and you slap it a few times. I slap my clit in return and hump my pointer. We're both on the verge, eyes locked watching mouths, shuddering jaws. I suddenly sit upright and come in really close so that our masturbation is all intertwined. 

I wrap my legs over yours and our pussies are so close together. We switch without even thinking of it and are holding each other's bodies close together as we finger each other in and out, faster and faster. 

We can hear the slosh and squish of each other's juices and almost touch pussy lips. Sooo hot. I reach around and grab your breast squeezing. You arch and cum immediately. I follow along, and we both collapse back onto the maybe its hotel bed we rented while on vacation somewhere normal, like maybe on a business trip as we sometimes collaborate on projects. My fascination toward you is driving me wild, as you can see.



Fascination Street



I dream of you still, you know. And they won't believe me, but if I feel like this, I'm sure that you do too. Two years passed and the memory is still as vivid as ever, the emotion, the dream of touching you again, still awake, alive. I tingle at the thought of another night with you. Even while I'm dating someone else, who is kind and sweet and perfect in every way, I fantasize about you, my Spanish Casanova, keeper of the best orgasms.

I dream of being back in my little apartment: a still to rival Tracey Emin (though, I would hope slightly more romantic). I am dressing, newly waxed (not so there's nothing left, just neat, clean), shaved, my baby soft skin shrouded in a cheap perfume reeking of death and vanilla, it suits me. I'm young, borderline too young for you, you like that.

I put on a simple (easily removeable) bra, and black lace panties that just manage to disguise 'the flaw'. My soft stomach – not fat, but soft, without tone, the repercussions of a young woman who picked books over gym. With my heart already running rapid, I don't need to be more self conscious tonight, I cover up my flaws, I want to look the best. I run a straightener through my wavy espresso hair, dab on mascara, nothing else, I'm minimal, and besides, I won't need it.

I think we're far too similar. On one hand, seemingly dedicated people, to our partners, our education, our career, our own little revolution. But on the other hand, we're serial victims of lust, passionate, animalistic, never satisfied with one partner. I guess that's why we fuck.

You're five minutes away, according to your text. I curse, clearly having spent too long analysing the pro's and con's of a body like mine (petite, weak, pale, dark hair, big dark round eyes, retrousse nose to rival French Revolution era aristocracy). I make the bed again, play soft music (nothing romantic, Interpol. I'm not one to jump the conclusion of immediate sex) and open my blinds to the early winter in East London scene below me. It would be twice the temperature with half the charm in my home country, I am dazed, this is paradise.

I indulge in wearing my hold ups, little kitten heels, a simple blue lace dress and a bright pink jumper, I remember it was your favourite, wheat is not a common motif on jumpers, it made you smile. The thought your smile alone makes me heady...

You don't drink, but tonight I need liquid courage, one small glass of vodka tonic before disposing the evidence and brushing my teeth, flossing, Listerine. I'm nervous now, I already know I'll talk too much, I'll get nervous, the poor boy I've just started dating is bound to find out. But now - you call, you're here.

Stuck in a limbo between an elegant sashay and overexcited bounds I somehow get to the bottom of my three flights of stairs. I greet you, its too civil for words. A kiss on the cheek and exchanges of various formalities (how are our mutual friends? Isn't it cold? Isn't it lovely?) And then the walk up the stairs. I lead. I know these stairs are a powerful tool for showing off my shapely legs and fit behind, the spankings that have occurred on the third flight of stairs speak for themselves. But you're cooler than that, nothing, just conversation, I'm a sucker for your mild Spanish accent, I swallow and try to focus on holding up my end of the philosophy talk. We're deep. I like that.

In my room you present: dinner. Vegetarian tapas and a cheesy 80's film starring Molly Ringwald. I'm not vegetarian but you had always assumed I was from the time we met, I couldn't say otherwise, I guess I look the part. We eat, (you much more than me, I'm too nervous for food, and, well, I don't want to bloat) and we turn off the music to watch the film. We chat like old friends (which, hell, I guess we are) and then things fall silent. Slowly, softly, expertly, your arm covers my shoulders. 

And I know we've been here before. And I know where this is going. And I'm faced with the decision – you're about to enter a serious relationship with someone else, do you want to go here? 

And I know that the answer is yes, I don't consider early days dating exclusive at the best of times. And, Raul, this has been a long time coming. I need you. I need you just as much as you need me. I accept your movement, I rest my head on your shoulder. Cute.

The movie moves painfully slowly, your grip changes and I look to you for the reason. Sly move, your face moves closer to mine, we kiss. I'm not in power for long, I guess your tongue is longer, stronger. Your tongue explores my mouth like its never been there before, it reminds me of our second attempt at this before we got it right, you walked me home but wouldn't come in, I rammed my tongue down your throat to say goodnight. 

El beso continua, Me llevo al infinito. Your arms encase me - I'm so small, so delicate in your arms, we like it. I break the kiss, half in excitement, half because I can't breathe, I lick the side of your mouth, your lips to your cheek, and I get wet. I'm tingling all over, your big deep eyes mirror mine, you pull me on top of you and we erase my dress, I'm left in my stockings, underwear, kitten heels, oh, wow, delirium.

I'm nervous at the sight of my unclothed body. You don't mind. You unhook my bra (it doesn't take you much, I guess you know your way – fair enough) and start to play. Your fingers firmly grip my hardening nipples, twisting and mauling and teasing them, in the back of my mind I wonder if they'll bruise (they did) but then "oh." I mutter, and your mouth starts to linger over them, your teeth lightly graze my tender nipple a bit, your hand (which fits my breast perfectly) holds my cleavage higher to your face and I arch my back in pleasure, too stunned to speak.

You know I'm turned on, I don't need words to tell you. We communicate through actions. I look at you with a fire in my eyes, and regain my power on top of you. I straddle you, I take off your soft, navy, v-neck jumper and place it on the floor, followed by your sonic youth t-shirt. Oh, I forgot you had that piercing, sweet. You look up at me with those lazy brown eyes, "kiss it," you whisper. And I, in my stupor, have no idea what you're referring to. I kiss your mouth, hard, feverishly, like the first time, I kiss down to your neck and you let out the smallest of moans, I linger there for some time, sucking, grazing my teeth across your skin, working down. You smell manly, in the best way. No overpowering odour, no perfumes and no false pretences. Lust. I kiss your chest, the few hairs tickling my tongue, I kiss your belly button ring, bite the surrounding skin – the bulge in your skinny jeans becomes ever larger. I'm dripping. I look up at you, asking for permission, I didn't need to, but still, you think it's cute. 

With you lying down, I take your belt out of it's notches, I unzip your fly, I'm breathing heavily, trying to work out my next move. I move lower on to your legs and start to pull, the jeans give, but not much. Graciously you help me a little, as I keep tugging your jeans, you move your leg in time to my tugs, they give faster than expected, I topple off the bed. I giggle, I can't help it. You think its cute but you clearly want me to finish what I hinted at starting, fair enough really. You're wearing superman underpants, and I blush in the dark room, its devastatingly kitsch, but secretly I'm a fan. I think you know that. You get up and sit on the side of the bed and I pull off the elastic underpants and just watch your penis. It is long, thick, so much bigger than you would expect (it having been in those skinny jeans), I'm excited and a little nervous, that said, I'm so wet that my panties would be more use on the floor, so I won't have too much trouble.

I lower my mouth to your penis and breathe on it, a moment of calm and then I lick, I flick my little tongue all over your member, down across your balls, keeping my eyes on yours as much as possible, we are both silent, excited, fuelled with pure lust. I finally work up the courage to take you in my mouth. You're huge. My little, perfectly aligned teeth are just barely covered my lips and I take every effort not to hurt you. You moan the tiniest little bit, and I look up at you. Too much eye contact, you thrust my head down on your cock, ensuring I start my deep throat, no argument here, I love it when you dominate, I love it when to tell me what to do, I'm your little play toy, you enjoy that.

I'm good at deep throat. I have no idea how or why but it's a concept I caught on to pretty quickly, I love the feeling of a large thick penis entering my mouth, sliding down my throat, forcing my muscles to accept it. A vague fantasy of asphyxiation crosses my mind and you let me up to take a breath, before shoving my head back down again, your hand intertwined in my wavy dark hair, the roughness turns me on more. I can feel your penis twitching as I pump my throat up and down with increasing speed, I have no intention of stopping, but you pull me up to kiss you, savagely, enamored, we wait. You're biding your time, wanting to remain hard for another round.

Silently, we lie back on my bed, I cuddle up beside you. A moment staring in each other's eyes, soft moans coming from me between your little kisses on my neck, my chest. And then you've got a new idea, you're back on top of me. You tease off my panties, which stick to my upper thigh because they're so wet. You pry apart my little legs, take in the view, and then get on top of me in a 69 position. I scream, baby, I scream, your tongue is a savage and I have been begging for it for so long. Your teasing licks are unforgiving, I need you so desperately to insert something, anything. Afraid to ask, I wait it out, moaning and crying in lust as your tongue teases my lips, as you bite my clit. I try to focus on your dick, I feel smothered by your weight on top of me, it turns me on. I suck, flick, tease your penis, I take your balls in my mouth and play with you with my petite hands – but I am distracted. You cruelly insert one finger, I tense up, I moan, I gush all over your mouth.

How have you still not come? You turn around on top of me, your dick again facing my eager mouth. We push my breasts up to create extra cleavage, and your penis slides deliciously through the crevice to be met at the tip, again by my mouth. My mouth is so sore from the preceedings already but I want to please you, I take you in my mouth, I tug, all my effort focused on this. Finally, you explode, a great line of your come comes to rest on my cheekbone, between my breasts, you deposit the rest in my mouth, and while I'm sucking, you reach for a tissue, wipe my face clean. I didn't supply those tissues, you're so fucking prepared. Oh, sweetheart.

You climb off me and I can't believe I'm this exhausted and you haven't put your penis anywhere near my vagina. We cuddle, we talk about architecture, about the winter plans and your move away, and for a second, I let myself pretend this is more than sex. I close my eyes and imagine you and me, a blurry vision of a wonderful future. It doesn't take us long to want to pickup where we left off though. You're getting hard again, and in no way am I settling for one orgasm with you.

Starting slow, you straddle me, your rough kisses all over my mouth, face, neck, chest. Your hardening penis teasing my pussy in little circular motions. You stop, and I look in to your eyes pleadingly. "You really want to?" Don't fuck with me. I nod enthusiastically, you pry my legs further open and enter me all at once. I didn't need you to be soft but it takes me by surprise. You fill me and I am again at your disposal. You thrust in to me forcefully, but not urgently, we want to make it last. 

Your thrusts, oh, they're long, hard, I wrap my legs around your hips and my pussy holds you tightly for the ride. You move my legs, higher, they rest on your shoulders, you lean back and fuck harder, faster. I can hear my pussy, so wet, the movements hit my spot and I moan, too loudly, I turn my head and half bury my face in a pillow to muffle the screams. You stop, you tell me to get up, we swap positions, allowing me to ride you at my speed. Or so I thought. I try to control the speed for a little while, soft, long strokes, but you grab my hips, and make me pump faster, harder, for I don't know how long, I lost track of everything in these moments. My tender pussy is in such a violent mix of pleasure and pain, I'm that close to coming, again. I think you sense this, and again we decide to change. I get on to all fours, I marvel at how you manage to stay hard this long. I tilt my head back to kiss you messily before resuming my position, and you enter me, again. And we both moan, loud. Your thrusts are rhythmic, not too fast, not too slow, I'm moaning almost constantly, in a state of stupor, you use my hear to pull my head back and whisper possibly the longest sentence we've said for hours: "This is fantastic." I smile, I nod, I kiss you messily, again, just long enough for you to play with my breasts momentarily before I get back down on all fours. And now you decide to play rough. Each thrust you exit and enter me in full, You grab my hair and my ass, and thrust as hard and as powerful as you can. I balance on my knees and place my feet behind you, squeezing your torso towards mine. We hold this position for a while but you get so powerful my arms give way, you continue, my head in a pillow and my little ass in the air. You drive in to me with neverending force and my pussy is so spent, I can't do anything but scream in to my pillow. Over, and over, and over again you thrust in. I adore it. Exhausted, and so close to coming, again. You pull me back up, lean over me, bite my ear, and whisper "I'm close, where do you want it?" fuck off. I want it everywhere. Lazily, I mutter "where you want". Good enough for you. With your final thrusts, your finger rhythmically rubs my clit as your balls hit my skin. Quickly, I come, screaming, shaking, and you exit my raw pussy. You, kiss my back before coming, on my back, then flipping me over and coming everywhere else. My large tits glisten and I arch my back in wonton pleasure. I like it.

You, with your fucking pack of tissues, wipe the largest spots of come off of me, suddenly delicate and careful, like the tissue could break me, darling. My mind is running at a thousand miles an hour. Was is right to do what I did? Yes and no. Will I regret it? Not sure. Will I remember it? Without question.

I slept in your arms, I felt safe and warm and used, a perfect combination – all the proper mechanics for love. If this was a dream, then I want to sleep for the rest of my life.

Two years later and the memory is as vibrant as ever. The man I was dating at the time is now a long term partner, and he is everything you're not. Kind, sweet, faithful, gentle. He's wonderful, he thinks we'll get married one day. But, Raul, I still dream of you, and I suppose I will forever. Gracias. x