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Girl Flu

By: LadyDimorphic



Bloody hell this girls into this, I mean really! Absolutely insatiable i've already cum twice (though as a thoroughly modern man I have to say she's orgasmed a couple of times as well) and she's after more. God the amount of pussy juice she's making, my chest feels cold from the trail left from her damp bush as she slides up my body guiding my hands to her nipples as she pushes her pussy into my face. A heady aroma of woman and sex fills my nostrils as I lap hungrily drinking her down. She turns and leans forward giving me a view of her bottoms rosebud I instinctively use some of her juice as a lubricant and start rimming her with my thumb as she swallows the length of my cock. I let out a slight groan as she coaxes me to cum again. She senses that was me spent bled dry, she turned again to kiss me feeling me hesitate Sonia made a show of licking her lips, "never waste a drop" she weakly joked.

I was settling back to welcome the sleep that was about to overcome me, when I became aware that she'd started to sob, repeatedly mumbling "what have I done, what have I done" in an agitated tone, assuming she was referring to another boyfriend somewhere else I did the modern man thing and let sleep engulf me, hell as long as he doesn't show up here, he's not my problem!

I awoke alone, feeling completely drained of energy, thankful it was a Sunday so apart from a afternoon run I had the day to recover starting with a coffee in bed watching near pornographic music videos on MTV. It was then that I saw the note and some A4 photocopied paper. The note read, "I'm so sorry about last night I just got so carried away that i've done something terrible I shouldn't of let you lick me or get you covered in my girl juices. This will sound preposterous but i've infected you with some sort of virus that produces masses of oestrogen as a by product of it own multiplication. This has obvious repercussions for your own body chemistry. It makes you seek out seamen to try to balance your hormonal imbalances if you can't overcome it in 28 days the physical changes are irreversible, as it is the longer you take the more female traits remain."

I put my coffee down and stared at the note, what a close call you had there old son she might be fine looking but she was also completely deranged!, I thought.

After breakfast I just hung out around the flat listlessly until I finally decided it was time to run. I run most days, it keeps me in shape, at 5' 9" and 160lbs wirey rather than muscle bound, but a shape none the less. I followed my usual 5km route down the canal and back through the park. But even this was some how unsatisfying, I couldn't settle into a stride, my arms were all over which combined with a loose t-shirt conspired to give me sore nipples. When I got home I checked them they were red, swollen, sore to the touch and very sensitive. I started to feel light headed which wasn't that surprising considering my exertions over the past 24rs so after I had cooled down I went out for a take-away meal washed down with a few glasses of dry white wine. I would like to say I felt better but I didn't and fell into a deep dreamless sleep on the sofa. I must of been pretty catatonic because I awoke with the TV still on halfway though some old 'B' movie. I groggily fumbled around under cushions looking for the remote only semi aware of my surroundings. I became aware that my aches from sleeping on the sofa were rapidly becoming if not pain then at least discomfort. 

"Well Charlie, old fella I think a day off work sick is on the cards, bloody take away, I should report them to environmental health." I said out loud, I made my way to the bathroom still unsteady on my feet and moving slowly through the unlight room to get some aspirin for the pain in my head and chest. The ache in my groin from the marathon session with that mad cow was beyond even that medical marvel that is aspirin. From there I near enough crawled to bed turning off the alarm - the office was going to have to survive without me tomorrow.

I awoke in even more pain i'd slept sprawled out on my front and my chest felt on fire, I raised myself up on my arms and felt a combination of pain and ecstasy from my nipples brushing against the sheets. I glanced down expecting to see at worst a pair of angry sore nipples, to see two small but pert breasts hanging down from me, holy fuck! I swung my legs over the side of the bed to see a withered up little cock like he'd been in a cold swimming pool where my fully fledged sausage used to be. Behind him was a loose flap of skin with just little vestiges of my balls in it. I stood up my mind racing, "its a dream, its a hallucination from a bad take away, its simply not possible or real" But details like hearing the clock tick, the noise of traffic outside, and the unaccustomed weight of my breast suggested this was all too real. I stood and looked at myself in the mirror, repulsed yet fascinated like watching crash, detached from the reality I was looking at. I took a couple of steps forward before my legs gave way the ceiling spun and blackness engulfed me. I don't know how long I was out for, I opened my eyes and tentatively moved my head stars danced in front of me as I retched I crawled back to the bed and pulled myself to my feet. What ever was happening it was still on going my breasts were still growing, my penis was no more than a little lump and I swear my sac instead of handing down was going up. I slumped back on the bed and attempted to pull myself together l rolled my head to one side and saw the note, "bitch, how the hell do I find you and fix this." 

I was getting physically stronger, I walked to the bathroom to clean myself up, feeling my new hips swaying as I did so, my breasts moving rhythmically to my step. I'd picked Sonia up in the Rodborough Arms, a local pub I occasionally drop into on the way home from work, if I was in luck she would be there. But to get there I'll have to go out and that presented me with a bit of a problem, I was in essence a bloke with breasts I could either try to cover them up and bluff out being a bloke or I could try to bluff out being a girl. Just at that moment the buzzer sounded, an strangely unfamiliar but half recognised voice, "It's me, Sonia"

"Funnily enough I was just thinking about you, you know the way, the doors open" I tried to keep my anger under control so as to not scare her off, I needed her help for sure but information at least. 

I buzzed her up and let her in she looked great, jeans heels, tight vest top showing off her cleavage, all very familiar territory, but when she spoke her voice was deeper. She had a large holdall bag with her. "I'm here to try and help, I'm so sorry, but in a few days you'll understand it's like a craving that just won't go away, I just thought that if you have to change you could do with some help...with the whole girly thing, you know makeup hair clothes"

I flushed with anger and shouted, "So not happy enough just to have started all this you now what to humiliate me further by finishing me off? Polish my nails paint a pout on my lips and send me off into the big wide world?" I drew my fist back and Sonia cowered, her hands up to protect herself and asked who else I was going to call for help. At that I hesitated, and slumped down on the sofa, "Okay first a explanation".

"Right, you deserve that, have you heard of Sutton Pharmaceuticals, they started out in medicinal drugs for cancers but one project lead to the military use of female hormones in small doses to make the enemy more docile, less aggressive when it came to considering how the weapon would deploy we came up with the rather elegant use of a bacteria. Needless to say there was an accident, I was exposed. If I told them I'd made a mistake the following witch hunt would of finished me. Now because I've concealed the accident I'd be finished. That was 22 days ago, they think in on holiday following a family tragedy." 

Despair took over me, I was going to be a freak, my anger cracked with a loud sob as I started to cry. Sonia swiftly came to me burying my face into her shoulder, she smoothly rocked me, "don't worry baby, I'll help you"

Sonia started to get stuff out of the bag "Well while I get ready out here, you need to do a little ground work, go and have a bath, shave off any body hair then treat your skin to some buttermilk lotion and finish of with a little spray of perfume." I lay back in the bath soaking away some aches becoming more comfortable in my new skin, I'd shaved and even trimmed my pubes into a tidy little triangle. I got out of the bath, dried myself off before using the buttermilk moisturiser, I stroked my legs feeling a tingle from my lightest touch. My revelry was interrupted by Sonia, bringing in some undies and a white satin kimono style wrap. I slipped the silk and lace pale blue panties up my now smooth leg, before tackling the matching bra. I slipped the straps over my arms and sat my breasts into the cups before reaching behind to fumble with the clasp. I cupped my breasts in my hands they felt warm and even nicer through the bra. A shudder ran down my back. I sat on the edge of the bath and gathered up one of the stockings before sliding my toes in and gently pulling it up my leg and smoothing out the grippy rubbery strip at the top against my thigh, repeating the technique for the other leg. Then I looked at the pair of white strappy shoes, the heels were about 2" high the soles slightly small for me but because of the straps at the heel they fitted okay. I stood carefully adjusting to the unfamiliar footwear. I wrapped the kimono on and tied the belt in a loose bow. Why hadn't I had one of these before? - it felt just so damn good, I smoothed the soft sensuous material down my sides and absent mindedly caressed my bottom, now that felt sexy! I shuddered and walked tentatively in my heel through to the living room, "okay what's next?" 

I stopped in my tracks, there was a rather statuesque coloured girl in her late 20's with Sonia, ''Right Charlotte, this is Kate, the beautician I was telling you about, she's sure she'll be able to do something with your hair."

We picked out blonde hair extensions to match my own fair hair and for the next three hours I relaxed and was treated to a running detailed commentary on Kates' love life. I quite enjoyed it once it became obvious that Kate had absolutely no idea I was one of those untrustworthy lying son's of bitches that she raged against, in fact warming to being Charlotte I even joined in as she seemed to be describing the old me rather well! Sonia showed Kate a hairstyle in a magazine, then having finished the hair on my head she set about my eyebrows for good measure. Eventually stepping back to admire her handy work, she tutted, while shaking her head before saying ''girl what's a pretty little thing like you want to go and cut you're hair short for anyway? well there you are restored too you're heart breaking best!" 

Sonia thanked Kate, paid her and guided her to the door, once she'd gone she walked over and stood close behind me I could feel her breasts against my back as she played with my hair, pulling it back into a pony tail, I could feel Sonia's breathe on the back of my neck. My body relaxed and my nipples grew hard as she said "I suppose you, want to see how gorgeous you are?"

She took my hand and lead me through to the bedroom, to the mirror on the wardrobe door partially obscured by suits a remnant of the old me, but peering out from behind was the new me, Charlotte, and as I let out a long low breath I struggled to take in the sight before me. In the mirror was a tall slim girl, legs shaped by her high heels, long blonde hair 'B' cup breasts smothered by the soft folds of the kimono. I shook my head in delight to watch my hair swirl before cascading back over my shoulders. Then I look down despondently "What the hell am I thinking, 24hrs ago I was a regular guy" I held up the suits sleeve "This is me, what the hell am I going to do?"

Sonia put an arm around me, and took the sleeve from my hand, "If you want this person back again your going to have to be Charlotte, all the way, if you don't there's no way back."

"I know you're right I can feel it, but the thought is just repulsive, it turns my stomach to think of it."

Sonia sat quietly, "A few weeks ago i'd completely agree with you but now what can I say I enjoyed screwing you, you might think that, that night was all down to you masculine prowess but make no mistake, I enjoyed it, I made it happen, unfortunately for you I enjoyed it to much"

''So do you think I will?" I asked hesitantly.

"When I started to change I was in shock, I was sick, I was mortified, you've adapted with relative ease, I think you'll take to it like a duck to water, and you don't have to worry about being the ugly duckling" with that Sonia lent over and kissed me.

I didn't exactly fight her off and while I could still smell her hair and feel her soft lips I was also aware of stubble, just breaking the surface of the skin. Along with the deepening voice, Sonia wouldn't remain my Sonia much longer. An image of a long thick glissening purple headed cock filled my mind, my heart skipping a beat with a deep yearning. I sat up straight shocked by the strength of my emotion.

"Sorry", said Sonia, thinking her kiss had shocked me.

Sensing her misinterpretation, I lent towards her and returned her kiss but longer and with more passion. Lips parted inviting her in. I felt her tongue probe my mouth, as her hand rose to my breast my nipples aroused by her touch tingled with excitement. I pulled her to me while making slow gentle thrusting motions with my pelvis.

"I haven't got what you need, but I have a toy I can teach you what to do." She pulled away from my embrace and made her way to the living room. When she returned she seemed stronger, more confident. She beckoned me to her, I wrapped my arms round her neck, burying my fingers into her hair. We kissed the heat in our lips intense. She nibbled my ear while kneading my breasts, I fumbled with her jeans belt and buttons until I reached my goal her trousers loosened and I pulled them down revealing a pair of black tight cotton boxer shorts, I stroked the length of her tool from base to head my hand lingering on the helmet. Sonias hands moved from my tits to my shoulders and gently pushed me down to my knees my face inches from her crotch. As I pulled her boxers out of the way I thought about how very different this was to the last time I was here, ever her scent was different, musty, more sweaty more manly. The cock image screamed through my mind and brought me back to the present.

Sonia had started a commentary a blowjob for dummies type guide, telling me lick the shafts underside. To put just the helmet in my mouth and roll my tongue round it. Then to return to the shaft, to get it well lubed, all the while her steady gentle rhythmic pelvic thrust had been increasing, obviously whatever was developing behind her strap on was getting her going. 

''Right, my love it time, the trick is in overcoming you're gag reflex and the angle of your head and neck. Cock sucker shouldn't be an insult, it an art and not an easy one. There lick him all around then swallow the helmet, oh yeah, that's good baby, now hold the shaft and pull it down slightly there that'll be easier."

I slowly moved my head forward, working through the feeling that I needed to throw up holding the dildo at the back of my mouth until the feeling passed. Then Sonia thrusted once more and I felt the cock slide forward a few more inches, Sonia paused before continuing to fuck my face sliding her cock slowly in and out sometimes adjusting the length of her stroke but always hypnotically backwards and forward. Eventually she let out a soft groan, before slowly coming to a halt, self consciously pulling her plastic prick from my mouth. She guided me back to my feet and kissed me "If I could cum, I could think of nowhere else i'd rather do it than in you're mouth, well other than in your pussy. With that she bent her knees slightly and pulled my now wet silky panties to one side, because of my slight height advantage and heels Sonia could easily guide her cock to my pussy. The top of her penis rubbed against the low mound that was all that remained of my own cock, filling me with such ecstasy that i'd never experienced. I started to make little "ugg" noises as I breathed faster and shallower. I wiggled from side to side, up and down, backwards and forwards any way to get extra grip on Sonias "manhood''. I could feel juices trickling down my thighs but all my mind registered was cock. Within minutes I was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me. Sonia withdrew from me leaving me feeling empty and wanting to be filled again, I went to get back on my knees again to swallow her down again but she pulled away. 

"I think that's enough practice, we may as well get you ready for the real thing"

Girl for Charlie



My girlfriend was away for the week, visiting family back east. I had the house to myself and intended to make the most of it. Shelley is 26, 5' 7" a brunette with a great figure, she's fun, sexy and hardworking. We have been an item for three years and living together for almost two. 

I was in our bedroom getting dressed up having had a long soak in the tub full of bubbles with two martinis and a couple of joints. I had chosen what to wear from Shelley's large closet in the bedroom. I'm only 1 inch taller than her and 155lbs, so most of her clothes fit me. I was wearing red satin and lace low rise boy short panties and bodice and black hold-up stockings. I had painted my nails, shaved all of my body hair away, leaving only a neat triangle of pubic hair and had just sat at the dressing table to tackle my hair and makeup.

The phone had rung twice while I was indulging myself in the tub, but I had ignored it. I had already said goodnight to Shelley who was three hours ahead in DC. I was relaxed, music on the stereo, sex in my mind, porn on the TV in the bedroom beside me. Nothing but an evening of solitary queenly pleasure on my mind when I heard a car pull up.

I froze. Who could it be? Enough lights were on in the house to give my presence away. I peeked outside through the curtains and saw Shelley's friend Charlie lifting an enormous canvas out of the back of his SUV. He looked up and saw me. He grinned and pointed at the canvas as he headed towards our front door. Thankful that I had only just done my hair and started with eyeliner, "He won't notice that little bit" I thought. I pulled on sweat pants and a big baggy sweatshirt. All of my male clothes were put away for the weekend. The sweats I grabbed were snug stretch lycra and hot pink. The hooded sweatshirt was baggy but short and pink with a Betty Boop logo. 

My heart pounding, I went to the door, mussing up my gelled hair, thinking of a suitable excuse for the sweats. I opened the door and in swept Charlie. "Hello gorgeous," he crooned. "Sorry to drop it off early, but the thought of it sitting in my car all weekend is more than I can bear."

"She should go here, I think," he said. Lifting a landscape off the hook above the fireplace.

"Well, unwrap her then!" he said, turning to face me. He drank me in with one long appraising look. "Ohhh, look at you.... Shelley's gone, you're missing her!"

"Uh, yeah," I said nervously , beginning to tear off the brown paper and bubble wrap.

He was a 6'3" handsome gay art dealer, 12 years older than me. A friend of Shelley's from college. He made a great living doing what he loved. We always had a great time with his overtly friendly very slightly camp character but I always felt a little upstaged by him. Tonight, caught this much off guard, I felt nervous and absurdly timid.

"Wow!" I exclaimed as I pulled the painting free of its covering. A reclining nude vaguely resembling Shelley lay on a chaise, eyes closed. 

"Isn't she gorgeous?"

"Completely." 

"You can't keep her, she's one of a pair, but until I find a buyer, she's yours." He lifted her up onto the hook.

"I'm not sure the living room is the right place for her."

"I know what you mean, her boyfriend has pride of place on my bedroom wall!" He gave me a grin as he came back to stand beside me looking at the portrait. "Yum." 

He put his arm amicably around my shoulders as he leaned beside me. My heart was pounding, for the first time in three years of knowing him I saw him as an attractive and sexy man and his hints at how sexy he found me were now not falling on deaf ears. My head was in utter confusion. Was it just because of what I was wearing under my sweats and the evening of pampering myself? 

My thoughts all evening had been focused on what it would feel like to be with a strong male lover. Charlie's hand was gently stroking my shoulder. My primed body was responding with a will of its own. His fingers found the spaghetti strap under the sweatshirt. I felt myself freeze. His fingers played with it a little and I felt a roaring in my ears.

"Mmmmm." He was looking down at me.

"Look, this isn't .."

"Shhhh" he said, pressing a finger to my lips. "I see you've been fixing martinis. Why don't you make me one."

I looked up at him, his face leaning down into mine. His hands stroked down my back and over my tightly clad buttocks. Cupping them, he drew me against him. He almost kissed me, his breath hot on my lips and I was going to let him, but he pulled back leaving me wanting his kiss and the smirk on his face showed he knew it.

"Time for me to open MY present," he said, his hands unzipping my sweatshirt, slipping it off my shoulders.

"Please, no" I whimpered, but more from embarrassment than lack of will.

The sweatshirt came off leaving me in the boned bodice. "Even better than the painting." he said standing back, eyeing me up and down. "Now for my Martini".

He turned me around and patted me on my butt to send me on my way. 

Sheepishly I walked over to the kitchen bar, feeling his eyes on me all the way. "You are so damned cute." he called after me. It made me blush anew but gave me an unexpected lift.

He chatted away as he walked around the living room, picking things up, nosing around in his usual friendly way. I made us each a martini and downed a shot of vodka to give me the resolve to face Charlie anew. 

"These are cute" he said, walking over to me holding the pair of high heels I had bought for myself on the way home for work. "They'll show off those pretty pink toenails of yours. And your ass is going to look even sexier"

My heart lurched back up into my throat. Did the man see everything? He was grinning at me, the silver 4" heels hanging from his fingers.

He chuckled "you look so cute with that deer in the headlights look".

This was too much! I grabbed for the vodka bottle.

"Woah, there cutestuff. Slow down."

"Look, Shelley doesn't know anything about this side of me and she would be devastated if she found out"

"Stop worrying. Your secret is safe with me. What she doesn't know won't hurt her" he replied 

I was so relieved, I felt a little giddy. "Oh, Thanks, Charlie. I'll owe you one"

"Yes, you will," he said with clear innuendo. "The way I see it, I could stay or leave. I 'm on my way to a party where I am guaranteed to get laid but it does seem a shame to leave you to party all alone. Especially since you are looking hotter than ever and showing such potential. I'm off to the bathroom then perhaps you can show me your gratitude before I leave by showing me what you have hidden under those sweats." His hand caressed across my ass as he turned and left.

My heart was pounding. I was thrilled by his touch and thrilled by his compliments and intrigued by his offer to spend the evening with me. What the hell, time to take the plunge. I headed upstairs with my heels in hand and rushed to the dressing table. I fluffed the life back into my hair, applied mascara, blush and lip gloss as fast as I could, slipped out of the sweats and into a red satin flared miniskirt and sheer see-through black blouse. 

Sometime during it all I heard the toilet flush and I started hoping he wouldn't leave just yet. I buckled the sandals and headed for the stairs. I stopped at the top and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. I gingerly walked downstairs, careful not to trip.

He was sitting in an armchair with his back to me, but turned as soon a he heard the click of my heels on the hardwood floor.

"My, oh my. What a delightful sight you make."

I was shaking as I walked over to him. I stopped just in front of him and did a twirl.

"Oh, you sexy thing!" He said with unguarded appreciation.

It gave me the boost I needed to say what I had to say. "Thank you, sir, for keeping my secret. If you would like to stay a while, I will show you the depth of my gratitude. I'm very new to all this but if you would teach me I want to learn how a girl feels in the hands of a lover."

Charlie's eyes were roaming all over me as I spoke. He handed his empty glass to me and grinned as he answered. "I need another martini. Why don't you fix me one while I consider your offer." The arrogant way he dismissed me let me know he was enjoying our theatrics. 

"I was right about those shoes" he called after me, his eyes obviously still on me. I gave my walk a little more wiggle and he called "Oh, yeah baby!"

I was alive and thrilling with the possibilities as I made yet another martini. This was going to be fun. This handsome experienced guy knew his way around the gay world and gay sex and he liked me enough (even straight) to be my friend. Excited and nervous about what the rest of the evening had in store, I sashayed back to him, a martini in each hand.

He ran his hands up my stocking clad legs. They slipped up under my skirt and caressing my ass, he said "I'll stay with you for the evening. I'll let you know right now though, I aim to make this so good that you keep coming back to me for more. Now sit in my lap sweetie and lets talk about rules."

"Good girl," he said as I complied. 

"First. I like you calling me Sir, either Sir or Charlie will do, sweetie, but use them in everything you say." His hands were roaming over me, one over my neck and shoulders the other on my legs. His mouth at my ear, his breath delicious on my skin as he spoke.

"Yes, Sir"

"Second. I am clean, I recently had tests, If you are not Ok with that or if you aren't clean, one of us needs to get my condoms out of the car." His mouth was hovering over mine. 

"I'm ok, Sir" I whispered as he kissed me, his hands driving my body wild with their soft caresses. His tongue parted my lips and I moaned involuntarily as he danced in my mouth. I'd never been with anyone who had done this. The newness was amazingly thrilling. 

He lifted off my mouth. "Third... This...," he said purposefully stroking the length of my arousal through the thin satin panties "beautiful though it certainly feels, is not going inside anywhere. Your satisfaction will come from satisfying me and from my hand." 

"Yes, Sir." I moaned into his rapidly descending mouth. This time my mouth was already open for him and eagerly accepted his kiss. His tongue driving repeatedly into me sending my mind into a whirl. My arms went around him, my hand playing in his thick curly hair. His hand stroking me, driving me wild. I was so turned on my hips writhed up to meet him. The sensations were overwhelming me and I felt myself surrendering to his mastery of me. My body started to jerk under his unrelenting onslaught. I was moaning onto his hot mouth continually riding the wave towards orgasm. 

Something clicked in my mind and I dragged my mouth away from his. I buried my face in his neck as I pulled his hand out of my lap.

"Please, Charlie. If I cum, I'll sober up way too much. Tease me all you want, just don't let me cum 'til you've finished with me."

"Hmmm," he chuckled "Good girl. Honesty is good. Could be a long wait for you though....I intend to take my time"

"Good. I want it to last, Charlie. I want you to show me how...." He silenced me with another ravishing kiss. His hand in my hair holding me tight to his relentless mouth, his tongue playing deep with mine. His hand rolled out of my grasp and again stroked my aching flesh. I moaned, knowing I was powerless to stop him, all my resolve disappearing in a wave of desperate lust.

Just as quickly his hand left me, before I knew what was happening I was gasping and he was laughing. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun, you want it so bad, don't you sweetie?"

"Yes, Sir" I whimpered.

He took hold of my hand and placed it in his lap. His cock was hard as iron inside his chinos. My hand automatically went around it, starting to caress and stroke it through the fabric.

"See how much I enjoy you?"

"Yes, Sir"

"Get up"

He spread his legs apart then had me kneel between them. "Take my cock out. Be gentle."

I unzipped him and unbuckled his pants. I opened his boxers and was rewarded with the long thick shaft of his penis, thick and hard in my hands. I caressed it and stroked it, mesmerized by its heat and size and how silky smooth and soft it felt on the outside when it was so incredibly rigid. My fingers stroked the length of it, grasped it and massaged it. I loved it, it was a wonderful feeling, making him feel good.

I heard a moan from him as in dipped my head. I looked up at his approval as I took my first cock into my mouth. It filled my mouth, stretching my jaw. It filled my senses and I closed my eyes, loosing myself to the thrills that were charging through me. I bobbed my mouth up and down on the hot swollen head. I swirled my tongue over it. 

"Yeah, love on my cock, sweetie. I'll make you my girl" 

I was overwhelmed by my desire for his cock, caressing it with my tongue, kissing it with my lips. I was greedy for it, taking more and more of the length deeper and deeper into my mouth with each stroke. Moving faster and faster as Charlie's hips moved to meet me. His hands were in my hair, caressing me, urging me.

I looked up at him and his eyes locked on me. Lust filled and powerful he looked down on me as I took his big hard cock again and again through my hungry lips. 

"Oh, you love sucking my cock, don't you! You want to be my girl! You want to take my cum!" He sees it all in my desperate greedy eyes.

I closed my eyes feeling his hips thrusting up with increasing urgency until I felt his cock swell further and pulse. Then my mouth was filling with hot jets of creamy salty cum. Greedily I swallowed all I could, pumping my lips down his shaft as I listened to him moan "Yes, yes. Bitch , swallow my cum" . Then I eased off, suckling and kissing and licking his cock, not wasting a drop, my eyes looking at his face for approval.

He groaned "Oh, yeah. You did it, sweetie. Oh you are my beautiful little girl." He drew me up to him and dipped his head to kiss me deeply again. I received his kiss wantonly, delighted by the thought of the pleasure I had given him, loving the sour aftertaste of his cum and what it meant for me.

His hand slipped down between us and he stroked me. I was very aroused and he lifted his mouth from mine and said "looks like someone is enjoying herself, perhaps we ought to go upstairs and play some more."

Why not? I thought to myself. I really want this. 

I stood up, taking his hand and wordlessly led him up to our bedroom.



Girl for Charlie Ch. 02



I led him upstairs to the bedroom, my head a confusion of lust, guilt and more lust. 

"Take off your blouse and skirt." He ordered, as I turned to him hoping for a kiss.

He watched me as I complied. "Oh, sweetie, you look good," he said as I stepped out of my skirt. "Now undress me."

Nervously I unfastened his shirt, kissing his arms and shoulders and broad hairy chest. I kissed my way down his flat stomach as I knelt down infront of him. I took off his shoes and socks and a lump formed in my throat when I saw the little tube of KY he pulled from his pocket as he let his pants fall. I worked the waistband of his boxers over his big hard cock and slipped them over his smooth buttocks. My hands skimmed down his thighs and calves, their strength and warmth turning me on even more.

"Lie back on the bed." Nervously I did a I was told and he fell on me, kissing, sucking, licking and biting my face, neck, arms, lace covered nipples, satin covered belly and stocking clad thighs. He was everywhere, his hands and mouth on me as his body pressed onto mine. He found the centre of my arousal and stroked me again through the thin satin of my panties until my breath was ragged and my orgasm was rising. Again he stopped short of my release. 

His hands left me completely, and I was still panting and gasping for release when they returned, delving between my legs. Greasy fingers slipped between my buttocks teasing and stroking. I moaned as he toyed with the sensitive opening to me. 

When his finger pushed and slipped into me I was so ready for it that I moaned and whimpered delightedly. He slowly and easily slipped it in and out of me, telling me what a good girl I was. He added another so easily that all I noticed was an increasing pressure and friction. He used one finger from each hand to fuck me harder and widened them until he was able to add two more. I was moaning out his name as he told me what an easy whore I was, what a hungry pussy I had. He worked them in and out of me until I was gasping and writhing for him. Then he would stop, stroke and caress my eager body, taking all the time in the world to enjoy my submission to him. Then he would again fill me with his fingers. 

His fingers eased out of me again leaving me empty, craving more. I felt his weight shift between my legs and looked at him as I felt his hard cock slide easily into me. He was slow and gentle but still he felt huge inside me. Twice he stopped to let me get used to him but each time, as the aching died down he sank even deeper into me. I felt myself open up to him and I felt him bottom out deep inside me. I gasped, a shrill girlie squeal at the sudden impact inside me. It hurt, a stinging intense painful spot deep inside me. He was streching me and was in me so deep, I was afraid he was damaging me. He held himself deep inside me as his mouth fell on mine again, his tongue invading me, he made my mouth his playground. I was his, completely his. 

The pain lessened as my insides became used to his invasion. He lifted his mouth off me, giving my lip a nip with his teeth. Grinning, no doubt, at my total submission, he said: "Damn, you even sound like a girl!"

He slowly eased out of me, the pressure relieved, but only to be replaced with the delighful sensation of his withdrawal. Again he held still, this time with only the head of his gorgeous cock inside me. He waited there until I opened my eyes and asked "feel good?"

"Amazing," I replied 

He sank back into me slowly, but this time not stopping until he was completely inside me. The feeling of his thick shaft filling me up was beautiful. I tried to look back up into his face but my eyes closed to focus on the deep sensation. This time it didn't hurt so much, this time he kissed my neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin below my jaw as I moaned my appreciation.

Again he withdrew slowly until he was again holding the big head at my entrance. When I opened my eyes again to look at him he repeated "feel good?"

"Oh, Yes, I love it" I once again replied.

He held still, obviously waiting for more from me.

"Please don't stop, Charlie, Please"

"What is it you want, little girl?"

"To be fucked by you, Charlie, please don't stop."

"You want my cock inside you?"

"Ohhh, Yes I need it inside me."

"Good girl, you are so much fun to tease." He said and slipped back into my depths.

"Ohhhh Yesss." I moaned as he filled me, clutching him tight. 

He kept up his slow deep strokes, now not pausing for my agreement, but not speeding up either. His self control was amazing, teasing himself as much as me. My body was tense and shuddering at every stroke, desperate for more and desperate for release.

I arched my back, thrusting myself up to meet him, he bore down into me with determined strokes that left me entirely focused on the pleasure coursing through me. I was completely out of control, my whole being desired his cock and his dominance of me. I moaned and whimpered in lust, begging him to fuck me more and faster and harder and forever. He looked down at me, into me, telling me how sweet my pussy was, what a good girl I was, what a great fuck I was. All the time fucking me with deliberately long slow deep strokes.

He looked down at my lust filled face and cooed: "you really want this don't you, sweetie?"

"Yessssss, oh yesssssss." As he sank into me.

"You like being my girl?"

"Yes." Another deep long thrust.

"You want to be my girl, to be my bitch, my slut?"

"Yes Charlie, please yes." I said pleading as his cock rode deep into my aching pussy again.

"You're going to want more of this, aren't you?"

"Ooooohhh yes yes." His cock thick and hard squeezed into my willing flesh.

"You're going to be knocking at my door begging for more! Your pretty little ass is mine anytime I want it. " 

"Oh, yes." It all sounded so good, all I could think of was getting more of this. I desperately wanted him to loose control and fuck me with wild abandon. He was starting to fuck me faster but I wanted it all. 

He pounded into me faster and harder, his thighs slamming into my butt, lifting me off the bed in jolts of pleasure. His hand rode across the front of my panties, stroking me. "I'm going to cum deep inside your hot little pussy," he grinned. 

"Oh, yes, yesss. Fuck me, fuck me!" I cried, lost in a cloud of lust.

His thrusts were long and deep and fast. His eyes roamed over me, consuming me just as greedily as his cock plundered my ass. I felt amazing. Completely consumed by a need for his cock sawing in and out of me. I gripped the sheets on either side of me, grabbing for anything to help me push back onto his hot hard cock. My own cock forgotten as his ruled my body, driving repeatedly into my newly opened pussy. I thrilled at the sensations that coursed through me, his cockhead driving pleasure into me with every stroke and drawing gasps of absolute bliss from me with every withdrawal. I moaned as I felt my body ride into its own orgasm, propelled by something new, something inside me that he was carressing with his cock with every stroke. I convulsed involuntarily, angling my body to get more of that delightful feeling even within the enormity of sensation that was swallowing me up. I heard myself whining and gasping as I peaked, pushing back onto him frantically.

His eyes closed as his fucking reached his own frenzied final deep intense thrusting. His hands gripping me tightly as he buried himself to the hilt. He groaned a deeply satifying: "Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuck." His strong hands pulling me onto his cock with such force, I was completely powerless as he emptied his seed deep inside me.

He gripped me tightly to him for a long time, rotating his hips slowly as he revelled in the aftershocks of his orgasm. He opened his eyes and took me in, a look of sheer release on his face. "Well, well, sweetie. Aren't you just a delight in bed!" He grinned, looking down at the large wet stain on my panties. "Looks like you had your fun too! Not everyone enjoys it quite that much, always good to find one that does."

He stayed there, his cock slowly shrinking inside me, caressing my legs and talking to me about how good I looked, about outfits he would like to see me in, about others he knew who dressed up too. Freed from the grip of lust and desire, my mind was struggling to focus, it was a mix of guilt and satisfaction, of dread and relief. My body felt alien, as if it wasn't mine. I was in such a mental turmoil that I seemed to be watching myself as he carressed me, slowly.

I wasn't completely spent, my body responded to his caressing. The orgasm I had experienced, was different, it left me with some desire. The pot and alcohol added to my sense of confusion, keeping me floating in a strange state of dissorientation. He lead me from the bed and his words wrapped around me, entrancing me: "Let's go and find another outfit, we have all night to play, you look so sexy in that hot pink. Lets see how you look in a dress, a short sexy dress, to go with those gorgeous heels. Sweetie, the whole idea of you dressed up is such a turn on. You don't know how long I've been hoping for this." His continual stream of admiration, together with his touches and caresses and the overwhelming sensation of his mouth on mine held me afloat for several outfits. The joy of dressing and displaying myself for such an ardent admirer was fabulous and he fueled it with further wine and pot. So much so that when he said: "Perfect, let's go!" I just let him take me by the hand and lead me from the house.



Girl Friday



It was my first real job after leaving school and I really wanted to make a success of it. I had a nice little certificate that said I had a degree in Business Management and a nice new job to go with it. Mind you, parental influence with the owner got me the position, but the owner made it very clear that it was up to me to prove myself. I was only the Girl Friday, doing all the bits and pieces that no-one else wanted to do, but I had an official title - Assistant to the Assistant Office Manager, or something like that.

Now I have to admit that the job wasn't all plain sailing. There was a learning curve, and the environment was nothing like being at school. Still, taking all things together, I thought I was doing OK, although I did have a couple of problem areas. One was the filing. I very quickly found out why I got stuck with the filing. It was tedious, boring, irritating, and thankless work, and it never seemed to end. Another little problem I had was daydreaming. I've always had that bad little habit. I found that my immediate boss wasn't too enthralled to have to come looking for me and then to find me standing in the file room, a piece of paper in my hand, and me staring blankly into space as I painted some unlikely scenario in my head - something like me being his boss and telling him to do his own damn filing. 

The combination of three things that got me into my first real bit of trouble at work was that brand new degree in Business Management, my day-dreaming, and that filing. I was in the file room, refiling the same stupid folder for the umpteenth time, thinking about how nice it would be to have a more modern filing system, and how I knew how to set one up and why not do it?

I mean, why not? I knew all about filing systems and which ones worked best and I was the only one who did any filing so why not just re-arrange the filing system to suit myself? I wouldn't have to do it all at once. There were several empty filing cabinets. I could start my new system using those and the things I had to file on a daily basis, expanding to incorporate the older files when I had more time. So I started doing that.

All went well for a couple of days, then I got back from lunch to find my boss throwing fits. He'd wanted the Anderson file and couldn't find it. What had I done with it? 

"I filed it," I told him. "I was told to. I'll get it for you."

I went into the file room, extracted the file and handed it to him. Easy to do, as he'd followed me into the room.

"Why was the file there instead of in the correct place?" he demanded to know.

"I'm setting up a new filing system," I explained proudly. "It will be so much easier to use when I've finished."

He looked at me as though I was bonkers.

"A new filing system?" he asked.

I nodded. I was about to start explaining the advantages of this new system but he interrupted me. Rude of him, but he is the boss so I guess I can excuse it.

"So you want all the staff to learn your new system rather than you learning the old?" 

"It's very simple," I assured him. "Everyone will pick it up in no time, and I'll be here to help."

"Unless you're on leave, or at lunch, or running an errand, or visiting another branch," he pointed out. 

"Um, I don't think I've ever been to another branch," I told him.

"Not yet, but surely you'll have to visit all the other branches to redo their filing systems, seeing that we all use the same system. It's called consistency of work practices. It means people can transfer between branches with a minimum of fuss as they already know how things will be done."

"Oh. I hadn't thought of that," I admitted. "I guess I could go around and fix the filing systems for the other branches." 

I have to admit I wasn't too sure how I felt about having to do that.

"That's a great idea," said my boss enthusiastically, "or, there again, maybe you can restore our system to the way it was, including catching up on all the filing you haven't done by the old system, before you go home tonight."

It was starting to register on me that my boss didn't appreciate my new system. A quick look at his face and self-preservation kicked in. I agreed that it would be a fine idea if I set everything back to a boring old normal. Not that I said a boring old normal. That self-preservation bit, remember. All I said was, "Yes, sir."

So I spent the rest of the day refiling the last two days of filing. Boring squared, if you ask me. Not helped by a couple of staff members who came in and asked me to find files that they thought had been mislaid. It was being driven home rather forcefully that while I might do all the boring filing, a lot of people helped themselves to files. I should have guessed that from all the files I always had to put away. It wasn't as though I got them all out in the first place. 

You may well guess that by the time knock-off came I was feeling well and truly disgruntled. Did you know gruntled is a proper word? It means pleased, satisfied, and contented. All the things that I wasn't. I was going to quit and go home, but my boss had said finish it today and I figured I could complete it in another hour, so I decided to keep at it. I did not want to come in the next day and have to start the day by doing filing. 

I was just putting away the very last file, feeling happy and triumphant, when 'The Manager' walked into the filing room. Notice the quotation marks and the capital letters. The Managing Director wasn't my boss, but my boss's, boss's boss. He was the big cheese, too big to even notice me, or so I had thought.

"Melanie," he said, nodding to me. "I hear I have you to thank for finding the Anderson file this afternoon."

I was smirking and patting myself on the back when he added, "And for losing it," in a very dry voice.

My flush of gratitude promptly switched to a blush of embarrassment. I said something like, "I, um, er, ah," and he waved my reply aside.

"The company actually has a suggestions scheme," he told me. "We don't want to discourage the staff if they think they can do things better, but we do want to think things through carefully before making a change. We are quite willing to pay bonuses for good ideas, especially if they work out and make the company money. Feel free to put forward your proposal for a new filing system. I know the existing one is a bit cumbersome and you may have an idea worth considering." 

My mind promptly flashed to a scenario where we implemented my filing system and my boss had to prevent me with a nice cheque as a bonus. From there I naturally moved on to what I'd buy with the money, the size of the cheque growing with every second. 

I snapped out of a happy little shopping spree when the MD clapped his hands. He'd still been talking and I'd tuned him out. Oops.

"I also heard that you have this ability to drift off into your own little world occasionally," he remarked. "How does Jonesy get you to listen to him? Do I have to threaten to spank you or something?"

Spank me? I bridled over that. I wasn't a child, to have my bottom smacked. I was an adult. How dare he suggest such a thing? I glanced at his hands. They were rather large hands. Understandable, as the MD was rather a large man. I wondered what it would be like to have one of those hands land a spank on my bottom. They were large enough to just about cover my entire bottom. 

It occurred to me that the MD was really rather a hunk, although a bit old. He had to be in his thirties, at least. I felt a little hot and squirmy over the idea of him putting me over his knee. Would he want to pull my panties down when he spanked or just spank me through them. There again, my panties were a little on the skimpy side. He'd just about be spanking a bare bottom without taking them off. Still, I couldn't help wondering. Oh, god. Thinking about him pulling down my panties was making me hotter and squirmier. I had to stop thinking about that.

"Earth to Melanie. Come in, Melanie," said a loud voice and I started. Oh, god, I'd got side-tracked again. 

"Sorry. I'm sorry," I mumbled. "I just got side-tracked by something I was thinking of."

"I see. And what were you thinking of that took your attention away from me?"

"Oh, no. I was thinking about you," I assured him, hating him to think I was being rude and ignoring him. "I was just wondering if you were going to pull down my panties when you spanked me."

I did not say that. Please tell me I did not say that. From the look on his face I had indeed said that. Now I was really blushing.

"Ah, that was a rhetorical question, Melanie," he said softly. "I wasn't really intending to spank you."

"Oh. Ah, I knew that," I said hastily. "It was just that my mind wanders off on tangents sometimes. I didn't actually mean that I thought you were going to spank me. Of course you're not."

"Good. Naturally, if I was going to spank you your panties would have to come off, but I think I'd make you take them off yourself."

"Wh-what? Why would I have to take them off?"

"Builds the anticipation of what is coming. Why don't you think about it for a moment?"

What, think about myself sliding down my panties so that I had a bare bottom for him to spank? And I'd have to roll down my pantihose. God, it would be terrible. I could just see him watching me as I slid my panties down, trying not to lift my dress too high while I did so. Not that it would make any difference. He'd see everything once I was bent over his knee. Oh my god. Would he just stop at spanking me? What if he tried to touch me up as well? I was feeling all hot and squirmy again. This was terrible. 

"Would it make it easier for you if I was to take them down after you're bent over my knee?" His voice broke into my musings. Well, not broke in so much as sent them on a different track. 

I could see myself bent over his knee. He lifts my dress up and away from my bottom and starts rolling down my panties and pantihose. Would he do them one at a time, or both together. Oh god, he'd have me half naked. Would clamping my legs together stop him seeing anything? I had a nasty feeling that it wouldn't. Oh gosh, what if he didn't stop with my panties. What would I do if he tried to push up my dress and undo my bra? I had nice breasts, but I don't think I wanted to show them to him.

"Are you naked yet," he asked and my hands flew to my breast, reassuring myself that my dress was still in place.

"What do you mean? I haven't taken anything off," I protested.

"Not physically, but what about mentally? How much clothing had you lost?"

"None," I said, feeling flushed and hot. And I was breathing hard, I noticed. I just hope he didn't.

"Uh-huh. So why are your nipples pointing at me?"

I glanced down, just knowing he wasn't lying. I only had on a very light bra and my dress was rather thin as well. My nipples were very pronounced, forming two little tents in my dress. I couldn't help but start thinking of what they would look like without the bra and dress, which seemed to make them stand out even more.

"It's the temperature in here," I quickly snapped. "It's rather cold."

"Odd. You look all hot and bothered. However, to get back to your little misdemeanour with the filing system. Were you suggesting that you should be spanked for it? Wasting all that time and worrying people with missing files?"

"No," I cried, horrified. "You can't spank an employee for that sort of thing."

"Yes, I realise that," the MD said, just as calm as you please. "I just wasn't sure if you did. So I guess your comments about spanking just means that you feel you've earned one for your general behaviour."

"That's right," I said, happy to agree with him, then catching on to what he said. "I mean no. You can't spank me."

"Wrong verb. You mean that I shouldn't spank you. Have you ever considered how dull it would be if we only did the things we should?"

I tried to work my way through that. Was he agreeing that he couldn't spank me or not? Not, I decided. He was saying he could and wanted to know what I thought. Hell, I was getting all hot and squirmy inside. Again. Time for me to go home.

"Um, I think I should be going now," I said carefully.

"That's what I mean. Going home will be the dull, boring option. I think I'll vote for you staying here and trying out a spanking. Do you want to take off your panties or do you want me to do it for you?"

He was kidding. He had to be kidding. What he was doing was pulling a chair away from the wall and sitting on it, looking at me expectantly. 

"I'm not taking my panties off," I huffed, folding my arms and taking a firm stand.

"OK. I don't mind doing it," he said, and he reached over and caught my elbow and drew me closer to him. I thought I'd been standing out of reach but he had long arms. 

My god, I thought. He's going to do it. He's going to bend me over his knee and pull down my panties and spank me. Now I was feeling really hot and bothered. I was also wrong. Not in his overall intentions. Just in the sequence. Instead of pulling me across his knee he lifted up my dress.

"Here. Hold this," he said, and like an idiot I clutched hold of the hem of my dress, holding it up out of his way. 

"What are you doing?" I hissed frantically, while he calmly hooked his fingers over the waist of my pantihose and started pulling them down, gathering my panties as he went.

He didn't reply, just tilting his head to give me a look that said it all for him. What the hell did I think he was doing? He was taking down my panties and they were now nestled around my ankles.

His hands came snaking back up my legs, running up the back of them, lifting until they cupped my bottom. Then he pulled me towards him. I hastily bent over his lap. Big choice. Modesty said to bend over and hide my pussy that way, seeing it wasn't protected by clothes. 

"What would you have done if you'd remained standing and he'd bent his head forward a little?" a little voice asked me, and I could feel myself blushing at the thought. His mouth would have been right there next to my pussy.

His hand came down on my bottom. Not with a spank, just comfortably resting on it and lightly rubbing it. It was most distracting. It almost stopped me realising that he was pushing my dress up higher. Almost.

"What are you doing?" I demanded. I was sure I'd already asked that.

"Just rubbing your bottom. It's a very nice bottom you know."

"I'm not talking about that. Leave my bra alone."

Fat lot of good it did, telling him that. He'd already flicked the catch open and pushed my dress and bra higher, so my clothes were now bunched up around my neck or down around my ankles. The rest of me was on display. Thankfully I was face down.

"Just a little idiosyncrasy of mine," he told me, as his hand slipped around me and cupped one of my breasts. "I like to hold a nice breast while I spank the owner." 

I gave a squeal at that point because the hand on my bottom lifted and came down sharply, giving me a proper spank. At the same time his hand squeezed my breast. Pleasure and pain at the same time. I was now hot and squirmy and wet and wriggling.

"Stop wriggling," came the command, accompanied by another spank.

"Now part your legs a bit more," he said.

"The hell I will," I muttered.

He didn't try to make me. His hand just lifted and came down in another spank. His hand was hard and it felt awfully big. I'll swear it covered my entire bottom. He didn't lift it for another spank immediately, preferring to rub his hand over my bottom. 

And over my mound, I found. I could have sworn I hadn't moved my legs apart but he seemed to have room to slide his hand between them, cupping my mound and giving it a rough little rub. Then his hand was gone and I squeaked, knowing it was on the way down with another spank.

It seemed to go on for ages. One hand was fondling and teasing my breasts, tweaking my nipples and keeping them erect, while his other hand was either bouncing off my bottom or massaging my mound. There was no discernible pattern. I never knew from one moment to the next if I was about to be pleasured or pained. 

The actual spanking finally wound down and stopped. Now he was just massaging my pussy, playing with me, having some fun. His fingers were dipping inside me now, stirring me up. I was squirming about, feebly protesting, but I would have been astounded if he'd actually stopped. 

So I was suitably astounded when he suddenly swung me up off his knee and stood me on my own feet, wobbly knees notwithstanding. I wasn't surprised for long though.

The chair that he'd grabbed had been next to a table at the side of the room. I used that table to sort the various files. Now it appeared I was going to use it for something else.

"Bend over the table," he said, speaking quietly.

"What are you going to do?" I asked. 

For crying out loud. I couldn't believe I asked that question again. I wanted to slap myself. I knew damn well what he was going to do unless I gave him a very firm NO!

I didn't just go and bend over the table like some wimp. I protested, defending my honour.

"Listen, I don't do this sort of thing," I explained. "It's just not on."

He simply shrugged and stood up. Then he took my dress from where it was bunched up around my neck and lifted it and my bra over my head. I'd already managed to kick off my panties and pantihose during the spanking, so I was now standing there naked.

"Now it's not on," he said, giving me a smile that made my tummy turn over. 

He took my arm and urged me over to the table and the next thing I knew I was bending forward over it. I was twisting my neck around trying to see what he was doing, and I saw his trousers go sailing down. I stared at what was revealed for a moment and then hastily turned away, flushing. Did I mention his large hands? His feet were probably very large as well. That's all I'm saying.

"Um, sir, I really don't do this sort of thing," I muttered.

He'd eased up behind me and he was rubbing back and forth along my slit, dragging himself along my lips. And it wasn't his hand that he was using to rub against me, either.

"Are you saying that you're a virgin?" he asked, sounding disbelieving.

"Um, not exactly."

Ha! He should know. His fingers had explored me quite thoroughly internally. If I'd had an intact hymen he'd have noticed all right.

"So you do do this sort of thing," he said, laughing.

Well, maybe I did and maybe I didn't, but I certainly hadn't with something that size, though I wasn't going to admit it.

Now the head of his weapon was banging lightly against my lips. Just little prods that weren't strong enough to force their way in, but were certainly giving me notice of what was about to happen. Damn it. All I had to do was say NO, loudly and clearly and that would be the end of it.

I opened my mouth to say something, but at the same time his fingers twitched, moving my lips apart and his next prod was pushing past them and his cock was pushing into me. What I finished up saying was something like, "Ah, ah, aahh," in a rising crescendo as I felt him pushing firmly along my passage.

OK. I wasn't a virgin. I had a boyfriend and I'll admit that we'd experimented a time or two. Maybe even a little more than that. But still, my experience was somewhat limited. Not so with the MD. He knew exactly what he was doing. There was nothing fumbling or tentative about his efforts. From the moment his fingers slipped my lips slightly apart his cock was in firm control. It came pushing into me with no hesitation or worries that he shouldn't be doing this or is this hurting. I could feel him in me, driving confidently deep into me, apparently totally certain that I was both ready and able to take him.

I didn't know whether to be pleased or irritated that he was right. Irritation at his arrogance lost out, barely, to the pleased knowledge that he was treating me as a woman, not a delicate maiden who had to be coaxed. I even found myself pushing back against him, helping to drive him home. With just that first firm thrust he finished up with his groin slapping hard against me, leaving me fully impaled on his cock.




Girl Friday



He held it hard against me for a moment while his hands circled me and took hold of my breasts. He squeezed them both lightly, and rubbed my nipples around in the palms of his hands. Then he was holding them firmly and I could feel him slowly withdrawing from deep inside me.

He pulled slowly back, so far that for a moment I thought he was going to withdraw completely, but at the last moment he stopped. I tensed slightly, holding my breath, then let it out with a small cry as he took me again, driving back in with a wonderful hard thrust, raising my excitement levels no end. 

From that moment it was on for young and old. Old he might be, (like I said, at least thirty), but he had energy to spare. OK, I was still young, but eighteen means I'm an adult, and I was fit and healthy and quite capable of keeping up with his efforts. It was an education to me. 

There was no careful building up and assuring himself that I was enjoying it. (And I wouldn't have had to lie if he'd asked.) He just assumed that he was pleasuring me and went at it hard and fast, encouraging me in my efforts to keep up with him. 

I really was doing my best, too. The whole thing felt fantastic. I was gasping and trying not to squeal my enthusiasm. I mean, what if someone heard us? Not that the fear of that was stopping me from letting my passion run free. My bottom was bouncing up and down as I pushed to meet him, feeling him sinking deep with every thrust, relishing the feel of his cock dragging and rasping along my passage, the friction causing my blood to heat, burning its way through me.

I couldn't get enough of him, pushing hard against him, begging him to go in even harder and faster. Shameful was what it was and I didn't give a damn. I just wanted this to go on and on, preferably in a harder and faster manner. 

When he finally did start going harder and faster I could barely contain myself. I had to clap a hand over my mouth to stop myself screaming. I knew what was coming and I was bucking under him, eager to reach my reward. Then the world seemed to come apart around me. I was vaguely aware that he was climaxing deep inside me, but I was climaxing right through my whole being, and who cared about anything else?

I slumped against the table, breathing hard, feeling lethargic and unable to move. I also felt a glow deep inside me, warming me and making me happy. I was aware of the MD moving around but didn't really care what he was doping. Then my breathing steadied and that glow burnt away the lethargy and I was standing up and looking around.

The MD was properly dressed again and was looking me over, admiring my figure from the look on his face. I blushed and reached for my clothes, hastily scrambling into them while he watched. 

"Very nice," he said softly. "You know, I can't help but wonder what it would be like to bend you over my desk in the middle of the day, pull down your panties, and take you again. Something you should keep in mind for the future."

Oh, my. My imagination promptly put me in his office, taking dictation, while he bent me over the desk, lowered my panties, and took me. I gulped. Definitely something that was not on.

"Not going to happen," I muttered, shaking my head. "Nope. It's just not going to happen."

"If you say so," he said, turning me and escorting me out of the room. "Time to go. By the way, do you know shorthand? For taking dictation."



Girl Friend at the Rest Area



This is a True Story I hope you like it.

*****

It's Saturday night and my GF's and I went out partying. I got stuck as the designated driver. When we were all done for the night I started dropping the girls off and the last one to drop off was Tina. Now Tina is kinda special because she also comes along with me when I go flashing and want a GF to come along just in case I need help.

Well we started heading back to the house and we both were flashing truckers along the highway. We were coming up to my favorite Rest Area where I would have Tina drop me off at the entrance and she would wait at the other end while I walked naked along where the trucks would park.

When I told Tina what I wanted to do she refused to do it. I was surprised but then she laughed and told me that she wanted to join me this time to see what it was like. I agreed and drove to the other end of the parking lot and parked in the last stall. The rest area is pretty well lighted but not so much where you can easily see everything.

We both got undressed, all she had on was her pumps and I was wearing black fishnets and heels. I drive a Mini van with the sliding door so we got out where no one else in the car area parking could see. There were only 2 other cars in the lot so it was pretty quite but the truck parking was just about full.

I told Tina we could walk across the road to the tree line and then down along the back of the trucks to the beginning of the lot and she agreed. We made it to the tree line with no problems and started walking. It was so exciting having someone else out flashing with me that it already had my pussy getting wet.

We got about 3 quarters of the way and I saw a truck coming up the off ramp to enter the rest area. Tina grabbed me by the hand and we ducked behind a tree. I laughed and told her that it was alright he probably would not have seen us anyway but she was still shy about what she was doing not to mention she was drunk and scared LOL.

We got to the beginning of the lot and I looked and didn't see anyone walking around or any signs of life at all. 

You could see lights on inside some of the trucks so I knew we would at least get some drivers looking at us which again made my pussy get wetter. I asked Tina if she was ready and she tried to back out but I gave her a nice deep kiss and assured her everything would be fine.

We started walking along the front of the trucks hand in hand and there were a few drivers still awake. We smiled and waved at them but Tina didn't want to stop and we kept walking. When we got about half way back I saw someone walking from the building towards the trucks. Tina again pulled me in between 2 of the trucks to wait till they passed. I watched until they disappeared and we continued walking.

There were only about 5 trucks left to walk past when we heard a male voice say

"How are you ladies doing tonight?" Driver.

He startled us both and we stopped. I looked over and saw him leaning against his truck. He was about 5'9", black hair with a pretty nice build

I smiled and said "We're doing fine and how are you?"

Tina was holding onto my hand tight and trying to urge me to keep walking but I wouldn't LOL.

"What are you 2 girls up to? Are you out looking for some fun?"

"We're just out taking a walk and what kind of fun do you mean?" I asked.

"Well that would depend on how much it would cost." Driver.

I told him "We're not hookers just out taking a walk. What kind of fun did you have in mind?"

He smiled stood up unzipped his pants and pull out his already hard cock. It was a nice size about 8" long and thick.

I smiled at him "Oh you mean that kind of fun." I walked towards him with Tina in tow and knelt down in front of him. Then I started licking and sucking his cock.

Tina was standing next to me and was whispering that she wanted to leave. I told her that we couldn't just leave this poor guy with a hard on and not do something about it.

I continued sucking him off and was telling Tina she should join me but she just stood there watching me as I sucked him. I reached over and slipped my hand between Tina's legs and could feel her wet pussy and started rubbing her clit.

Now both the driver and Tina were moaning in pleasure. Then Tina just came out and said. "Fuck this. I want some of that cock too." I laughed and told her to come and join me.

Tina "I don't want to suck him, I need that cock inside me."

My eyes opened wide as she turned bent over and put her hands on the step of the truck. The driver didn't need to be told anything he just turned from me moved in behind Tina and shoved his cock inside her wet pussy.

She let out a loud moan and he started pumping her hard and fast.

I moved over and started sucking on Tina's hard nipples while I massaged the drivers balls.

It didn't take long before the driver shot his load inside her and Tina orgasm-ed.

The driver pulled out and I grabbed his cock and sucked him clean.

After that we both smiled and said goodbye to the driver and headed back to the car.

I told Tina "I can't believe you just let some stranger fuck you, it's not like you to do that."

Tina "Well you started it by sucking him off and I got so fucking horny I needed some relief."

We both laughed got dressed and headed home.

Since that weekend Tina has been joining me and more of my adventures and has been loving it.

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I hope you enjoyed the story and would love to hear your comments.



Girl friend? - Girlfriend?



Sue Ryan woke up and heard the sounds of her family in full flow. She sat up and stretched, yawning. Climbing out of bed she made her way to the bathroom and wandered in. She heard a gasp and surprised herself as she saw her sister Sarah sat on the toilet.

"Shit! sorry Sarah, I'm not awake, " she turned to go,

"No it's ok, I should have locked the door, we don't bother at home as it's just the two of us."

She passed a piece of toilet tissue between her legs, dropping it in the bowl.

"Here," she said rising up and allowing her nightdress to fall back to her knees, but not before Sue got a glimpse of a fluffy ginger triangle of hair on Sarah's pubis.

Sue gratefully smiled and walked to the toilet, sitting as she hauled her nightdress up her legs and over her backside. She felt the first trickle begin and relaxed as her flow increased and the pressure on her bladder decreased. Sarah was washing her hands and had her back to Sue.

"So Sue, we're all alone this weekend, the troops are away, what do you fancy doing?"

"Oh, I've not made any plans Sah," she had automatically used her brother's name shortening for his wife.

"Oh! ok, let's let the troops get off then have some breakfast."

"Yeah, ok," Sue wiped herself and stood to pull the flush. She noticed Sarah was staring at her as her nightdress fell. 

"Wow, clean shaven, that looks nice." Sarah said, blushing, "I've never had the courage to do that, Dave would like me too, I know because he keeps telling me." She grinned and winked. 

"I just do it every couple of days so it stays nice and smooth, I prefer it that way, but yours looks really cool. I've never really thought about what your pubes would look like." Sue blushed scarlet. "Oh sorry, that came out all wrong, I just meant I never thought that you'd be ginger down there as well as on your head."

"And my armpits," said Sarah lifting her arms over her head.

"Wow, that's really neat, does Dave like that too?"

"Your brother is mad about it, turns him on instantly, I can get him eating out of my hands by lifting just one arm." Sarah laughed and dropped her arms to her side.

"Look I should shower, but do you want to go first?" Sue said, looking at the bath / shower. 

"Why don't we wait til they've all gone, then we can take our time and we can really get to know each other. I mean Dave and I have been together for four years and yet you and I hardly get time to talk."

"OK, sure that would be good, you can tell me all about married life and I can remind you what a lonely single girls existence is like."

Sarah laughed and ran her hand over Sue's back. They left the bathroom and returned to their rooms. Sue found her dressing gown and wrapped it round her, heading out for the kitchen. Dave and their Dad, Tony, was busy making toast, whilst Dave was making a huge pot of tea.

Mandy, Sue's Mum was making sandwiches and had a large cool bag which was half filled with food and cans of beer and soft drinks.

"Hi hunny, can you get some tomatoes and lettuce washed and wrapped for me, Sarah's made a cake and I'll take a thermos of tea as well."

The preparations continued, toast was buttered and spread with marmalade or honey. Tea was passed around and the noise grew quieter as the breakfast was consumed. Sarah wandered into the kitchen and half waved at everyone, she poured tea and sat with everyone. Dave placed a sticky kiss on her cheek.

"Morning gorgeous, we're nearly ready to roll, sure you don't want to come?"

"Dave much as I live for every second I'm with you, standing in a muddy field waiting for a steam train to pass is not my idea of a fun weekend!"

"There's more than one engine and we're taking a picnic, Mum's coming, it's supposed to be warm and dry, sure we can't tempt you?"

"Can I think about that for a second, No thanks." she grinned and kissed his stubbly cheek. "Go and play trains, enjoy, I'll have a girlie day with Sue, we can get to know each other and bitch about you."

"Nothing bad to say about me, I'm perfect." he grinned and stood raising his arms and stretching them out sideways.

Sue faked a cough inserting the work "Bollocks" into it. Everyone laughed. 

"Thanks little sis, I can always rely on you to bring me back to reality." He planted an extra sticky kiss on her cheek. 

Sue blanched and sat back wiping her cheek with the back of her hand. "Eugh, yucky, so gross." Laughter ran round the table.

Tony stood looked at his watch and urged the troops on because they needed to find a space early in the car park at the steam rally. He'd estimated at least a two and a half hour drive so they needed to get going now!

Within ten minutes the house was still and quiet, with just Sue and Sarah sitting at the kitchen table finishing their drinks.

Sue looked at the crockery strewn table. 

"Guess we're clearing up after breakfast," she said, glancing at Sarah. 

Sarah nodded and stood, beginning to gather the discarded dishes together. In ten minutes they had cleared and cleaned up. Sarah glanced at Sue and held her hand out.

"Bath-time, come on let's clean up, ready for our big girlie day."

Sarah led Sue up to the bathroom and pulled her into the room. 

"Look, I like to have a good soak first thing, how about you?"

"That would be nice, but in this place it's a rare luxury." Sue put the plug in and turned the taps on.

"Do you want to go first, or shall I?"

"Why not have a bath together, come on it'll be fun, I used to do this with my best friend Julie, we'd spend hours in the bath, refilling it as it got cold."

"Whaaat, I can't do that, I've not shared a bath since Dave was seven and I was about four or five." Sue reddened, she felt herself burning up. Her heart raced and her hands shook.

"Oh go on, please, I'd like to really get to know my husbands beautiful little sister, I haven't got one, but I've always wanted to know what it's like, go on, dare you?"

"Sarah, I've never been naked with another girl before and I'd be embarrassed, I can't", Sue fumbled with the tie of her gown.

"Pooh! come on, last one in's a cowardly custard!" 

Sarah pulled her nightie over her head and stood before Sue. Sue looked at her freckled body with its milky white skin and her large pink nipples. Sarah smiled and pulled at Sue's tie undoing it and reaching to pull her dressing gown down off her shoulders. As she moved around her small breasts bobbled and swayed. Sue sighed and reached for her nightie, grasped it and pulled it up over her head. 

As she struggled to pull her head out of the opening she felt Sarah's hands flutter over her sides. pulling her into a hug. She pulled herself free of the nightie and threw it towards the door. Her hands found Sarah's shoulders and she ran her hands down her soft creamy skin until she found her hips. Sue was aware of the tickly feeling of Sarah's ginger pubes rubbing against her bare Mons. Her small breasts were crushed against Sarah's and she could feel her nipples hardening.

Sarah squealed and hugged Sue tighter. then releasing her kissed her lips lightly just for a second.

"Come on, let's get in before we freeze, look my nipples are as hard as hard." Sarah pushed her chest out towards Sue who stared in fascination at the two teats and puckered aeriola. 

"You too," said Sarah and pressed her finger to Sue's right nipple. An electric frisson swept through Sue's body and she giggled and shivered.

They stepped into the bath, with Sarah laying down and Sue sitting between her legs, Sarah's hands found Sue's shoulders and pulled her gently back against her chest. Sarah's hands settled on Sue's stomach and the pair luxuriated in the warm water. Sue placed her hands on Sarah's.

They lay quietly in the water, then Sarah kissed Sue's neck gently. Sue sighed and moved her head to the side, giving Sarah a larger target. Sarah obliged with further kisses.

"God! this is so nice little sister, I haven't felt this good in ages."

"Really, aren't you and Dave content? don't you and he share a bath? you have that lovely flat and must spend some quality time alone don't you?"

"Sue, I love your brother more than anything and yes he makes me very happy, more than I ever could wish for, but I do miss my girly days, I lost contact with Julie after I went to College, we just never managed to meet up again."

"Oh no! how sad is that, surely you could call her home?"

"No, her mum and dad split up after she went to Uni and she just never came back to town. I tried to find out what she did after she qualified, but as I'm not family they can't tell me. They did confirm she's left the Uni area though."

"Oh dear, but at least you had a girl friend, I've got a couple of mates but we're not that close, not sharing a bath close anyway."

"Well in that case we can be bath friends from now on, how about that?"

"Yeah sounds good, we'll be bath friends together."

They laughed and then Sue sat up and let some water out and turned the hot tap on.

"Have you ever kissed a girl?" Sarah asked as she pulled Sue back down into her arms.

"No, did you and Julie kiss?"

"All the time, we were practicing for when we went out with boys.We got quite good at it too."

"Really, how far did you go?"

"Tongues!"

"No! really? Wow."

"We felt each other up as well. Are you shocked?"

"A bit, and also a bit uncomfortable, I can't imagine kissing a gir..."

Sarah had turned Sue's head and her lips gently landed on Sue's, her tongue working into the "Oh" of surprise on Sue's lips. Their tongues ran against each other and tangoed around.

Sue felt Sarah's hand touch her breast and the tightening of her nipples, her head exploded and she turned to make better contact with Sarah. Rolling around she lay against Sarah's body and her arms circled Sarah's neck. Eventually they broke the kiss and Sarah looked into Sue's eyes.

"I really needed that thank you. It's been a really long time since I've held another woman, far too long." She kissed Sue's lips again.

"Are you gay Sarah? are you?"

"I don't know, I just really need to make out with a women, especially a really beautiful woman like you."

"Oh come on, I'm not that special, small tits, no arse, you're stunning I can't get over how beautiful you really are. No wonder Dave called you gorgeous, I've never, ever been kissed like that before, that was just... I can't even think of words to describe it."

"So you're not disgusted or anything like that?"

"Stunned, shocked, surprised, overwhelmed, astonished, excited, all of that, but disgusted no, no.."

Sue moved her head to Sarah's and kissed her again, they locked together, finally breaking apart to gaze at each other.

"Shall we find somewhere more comfortable than this hard old bath?"

"Mmm, my room ok?"

"Perfect, come on, lets go."

Sarah eased Sue off her, her hands sliding over her pert small breasts, as Sue placed her hands on Sarah's shoulder to allow her to begin to sit back in the bath. Her hands strayed to Sarah's breasts and rock hard nipples, she ran her hands over them. Sarah sighed and pushed her chest out. They struggled out of the bath and found towels to gently pat each other dry.

Wandering naked into Sue's room they sat on the bed facing each other.

"Sue, I have never told Dave about Julie and me, I don't think he'd understand. He'd get jealous and panicky, so please keep it to yourself."

"I think you should know that Dave and I are closed books as far as our personal lives go. We never ever talk about our relationships or that sort of stuff."

"OK, are you sure you're ok with this, I mean me and you and being naked and..."

"Oh for God's sake shut up and hold me, I want you to kiss me again."

They came together and kissed; hands finding breasts and nipples. Sue felt Sarah's hand sliding down her stomach and opened her legs in anticipation. Sarah carefully explored Sues slit and began to rub her finger around her entrance, Sue adjusted again and felt Sarah's probing finger enter her. Their mouths mashed together and Sue ran her hand down to Sarah's ginger rug. Running her fingers through the wispy hair until she found the moist entrance to Sarah's inner core. Sliding her finger along Sarah's slit she entered her opening vagina, feeling the warmth and juices envelop her finger. Sarah broke the kiss and smiled lopsidedly,

" Oh that feels so good, only a women knows how to play with another woman. touch my clit, please, rub it."

Sue extended her thumb back along until she felt the little nub, then worked her thumb alternately either side feeling the bud coming out of its hood. Sarah was now dancing on her finger and pushing against her thumb. Sue was enjoying the sensation of the strange finger in her and rose and fell slightly, Sarah extended another finger and Sue felt herself stretched slightly as the extra width forced itself into her. 

They panted and held each other with the free hand, Sarah sliding her hand to toy with Sue's nipples. Sue knew she was just seconds away from cumming, when Sarah suddenly jerked and spasmed into a noisy climax. Sue lost it and began to plunge onto and off Sarah's fingers, cumming herself seconds later. 

They slowed and removed their fingers, Sarah raising hers and sucked Sue's juices off them. Sue hesitantly put hers to her lips and used the tip of her tongue to taste them before opening and taking them in.

They lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, then stealing glances at each other and giggling.

"Oh My God, that was unbelievable, I'm soaked, wow, I'm speechless, I..."

"Shhhh, I know, pretty good huh! Now you know why I need that every now and again, it just makes life so perfect. Dave's very good in bed, but even he couldn't compare with the way you made me feel."

"Really?"

"Really. Well nap time I guess, then we can decide what's next."

Sarah pulled Sue to her and they lay wrapped round each other, settling down to a dreamless sleep.

A little after eleven Sue woke needing to pee, she tried to move out of Sarah's arms without disturbing her, but managed to wake her anyway.

"Sorry, I need a pee, I tried not to wake you, guess I failed."

"Don't worry I need to go too, come on."

They plodded hand in hand into the toilet, Sue sat down and started to pee, Sarah sat on the floor looking up at Sue, smiling. Sue grinned and opened her legs so Sarah could see her stream, Sarah winked and blew a kiss.

"You're dreadful, I feel like a fourteen year old again. Stop looking at me it's embarrassing, stop it." Sue grinned and blushed from her face to her chest.

"what I don't know what you mean. I'm just sitting here waiting to pee, what's the problem?"

"Ok, well I'm finished, so pee." Sue stood and walked over to Sarah, who looked up and leaned in to kiss Sue's labia, sucking one into her mouth. Sue felt her legs go to jelly and placed her hands on Sarah's head. Sarah moved a little and her tongue began to explore Sue's crack. Sue bent her legs and Sarah moved under her. Licking, kissing, sucking she soon had Sue on her back and dived between her outstretched legs to devour her pussy. Sue bucked and screamed and thrashed around on the floor 'til with a long moan she shuddered into a long orgasm, her legs twitching and her opening and anus pulsing in rhythm. Sarah sat back and wiped her lips with her hand, then licked the back of her hand.

"My turn baby," Sarah crawled over Sue and placed her hairy pussy just above Sue's nose. 

Sue looked and marveled at Sarah's pussy examining its complexity,

"Are you ok if I just look at it for a minute, I've never seen another woman's pussy before, hell I've never seen mine before, God it's beautiful, so beautiful." 

Her tongue came out tentatively and just grazed Sarah's labia. Sarah shuddered at her touch. Boldly Sue lifted her head slightly and kissed Sarah's lips, then taking a lip into her mouth sucked gently, releasing it she repeated the action on the other lip. Then she ran her tongue from her lips to her anus and back. Sarah exhaled deeply and lowered herself slightly. Sue began to lick and suck, kiss and lap at Sarah. Opening her up she licked her opening then pushed her tongue into the soft folds. Sarah gasped and placed her hands on the floor to steady herself. 

Sue explored Sarah with her tongue, lips and fingers, reaching up she cupped her breasts as she licked her clit. Sarah shuddered and screamed as her orgasm devoured her. Rocking on Sue's tongue she finally sat back on the floor, legs open. Sue rolled over onto her stomach and stared at Sarah. 

A soft hiss preceded a gush of pee from Sarah's open lips which rolled in a tide across the bathroom floor. Sue laughed and sat up, whilst Sarah sat back open mouthed and silent. 

"That was the best ever, ever." Sarah shuddered and tears rolled down her face, Sue danced round the small lake of pee and cuddled up to her.

"It's ok, alright, shhh, it's ok, I'm here, it's alright, shhhhhh." She stroked Sarah's hair and rocked her in her arms. Sarah clung to her and cried helplessly. Slowly her crying faded and her tears stopped.

"What a soppy bugger I am, sorry, sorry, I don't usually get that strung out, but honestly that was the best climax I've ever had."

"Well glad you liked it, because I did too, thank you Sarah, I feel great and I love you, I honestly do." She hugged her tightly and they sat on the floor together.

After a while Sarah nodded at the small pool of pee. 

"I'd better clear that up, sorry that was a bit messy,"

"No harm done, here drop those towels on it and we'll wring them out in the bath and then wash them. The girls spent a little while cleaning and tidying then decided to share the shower. They washed and dried each other then wandered back to Sue's room.

"Hey fancy shopping later. Hmm, I've nothing to wear, can I look through your stuff?"

"Sure, but you must've brought clothes with you!"

"Yeah but you have prettier clothes, ohh look, can I wear these please?" Sarah help up a pair of white knickers, plain and ordinary.

"Sure but why would you want to wear those, you must have better pants than those."

"I want to wear them because they're yours, why don't you wear a pair of mine?"

"Ok, I'll do that, kinky or what?"

"No bra's today or tomorrow."

"Ok, I sometimes don't bother anyway, so that's no big deal."

"Hmm, this skirt and blouse for me," Sarah closed Sue's wardrobe and stepped into the skirt, then zipped it up and pulled the blouse over her head. "Right Dave's room and you can rifle through my things for your choice."

They headed across the hall and Sarah opened her suitcase. Sue chose a pair of hi-cut briefs and a skirt and blouse. After dressing they combed each others hair and went downstairs.

"So what shall we do now, it's nearly one o'clock, we could go into town or out to the new shopping centre?"

"Let's go have lunch at the pub and decide there, is that ok?"

"Good idea, we can walk to the pub and then get a taxi into town or out to the Mall"

"That's so American, it's a shopping centre you twit."

They giggled and pushed each other, laughing and moving up the hall, they swapped shoes, finding that they were both the same size. they locked up and walked arm in arm to the pub on the green.

They ordered and split a bottle of wine, later they ordered a taxi and left for the shopping centre, giggling and holding each other. 

At the shopping centre they soberly toured the shops, trying on a multitude of clothes, well at first. Then in a fit of giggles they started to wind each other up and egg each other on, trying to be more outrageous than the other until finally and despite some obvious attempts to stop them they shared a changing room. Changing they stopped to kiss and fondle each other, then Sue said it would be funny to switch back clothes, including knickers, so they did, giggling and holding each other when they left.  




Girl friend? - Girlfriend?



They found a taxi rank and waited a few minutes until a free one appeared. Soon they were back home and safely inside with their new clothes.

"That was such fun, that poor woman assistant went grey when we came out, she knew we'd switched clothes, although I bet she didn't think we'd swapped knickers as well."

"I know, isn't strange pulling on warm knickers."

Sarah snorted and sat down on the sofa.

"Let's swap knickers again, ready, one, two, three, go," Sarah stood and nodded

They swiftly raised their skirts and pulled their panties down, handing them to each other and pulling them on.

"Ohhh that's nice, warm and moist, you little tease."

"You too, mmmm, to think that's been next to your pussy, yum yum."

"Want your pussy licked?"

"Oh yeah, you?"

"Definitely"

"Get them off again then, in fact let's take everything off."

They stripped quickly and knelt on the floor instinctively forming a sixty nine position on their sides. Raising a leg they moved in and began to lick and suck, finger fuck and kiss each other.

Twenty minutes later they lay back on the carpet, coated in each others juices, they reached for each other and held hands, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms.

A light played across the curtains, and a car bumped onto the driveway.

"Shit, it's Dave and your Mum and Dad, they weren't supposed to come back tonight, quick get dressed."

They hauled on clothes and sat together on the sofa reading magazines as the others tumbled in, bags and cameras were deposited around as they all talked together.

"Bloody idiots, they should have known about the new rules that's going to ruin everyone's weekend now."

"Hi hun, surprised to see us?" Dave bent and kissed Sarah's lips, then licked his lips, and sniffed her mouth. A puzzled expression on his face.

Sue raised an eyebrow, but Sarah lowered her eyes.

The conversation raged around and the two girls were able to piece together that the organizers had forgotten to get some legal permission and so the event had to be cancelled late in the afternoon.

Sue announced that she was tired and was going up for a quick shower then bed, she said her good nights, but as she turned to go through the door, Dave blocked her way and kissed her lips quickly and again sniffed the air. This time his face registered recognition of the taste and smell and he looked from Sue to Sarah and back again. Sue pushed him gently and left, running upstairs. 

She entered the bathroom and locked the door. Half an hour later with a towel wrapped round her she padded to her room. Entering she was surprised to see Dave sitting on her bed. He placed a finger to his lips and she nodded. She closed the door behind her and threw the towel off her and onto the bed beside him. She reached for her dressing gown and pulled it on. Hands on hips she stood in front of him.

"Well?"

"Why do you smell and taste of my wife's pussy?"

"Do I?"

"You do and I think therefore the delicious smell and taste on her, is you."

"So?"

"So are you a Les and did you seduce my wife?"

"Try it the other way round buster, she seduced me, and I enjoyed every minute of it."

"Shit!"

"Got you there big bro. not expecting that were you?"

"I don't believe you, she always wants sex, she's always wanting me to make love to her."

The door opened and Sarah stepped into the room, she eyed the pair warily.

"Hi, ok, everything tickety-boo?"

"Well not quite, your husband thinks I'm a closet Les and have been shagging you senseless, trying to convert you to be my bitch."

"Really?"

"Yes really."

"Hmm and what did you say?"

"I said you were the seducer, but I enjoyed every minute of it, had you not come in I'd have then told him I was ready to be your bitch."

"I see, Dave, what do you think?"

"I smelt you on her and I smelt her on you, so you can't deny it."

"Well let's not deny it then, Sue and I made love all day, except when we were shopping and oh at the pub, so now you know."

"But why? why did you do it, aren't I enough? don't I satisfy you?"

"Darling, of course you satisfy me, you fill me up with that lovely prick of yours, but sometimes I need a women's touch, I'm sorry, I should have been more honest with you."

"So do you want a divorce or what?"

"Silly boy, why would I want to divorce you, you're sexy and I need you too much to let you go."

"So how can you want her as well?"

Dave jabbed a finger in Sue's direction

"Because my darling, there are some things only a woman can do, and I love the taste of pussy, especially your sisters."

"I can't share you, I won't share you, it's either her or me." Dave glared at Sarah, then turned to Sue,

"What about you, which way do you swing, are you bent or straight?"

"Whoa Dave, that's very nasty intemperate language, but to answer your question, I don't know. You see up to today I've never had sex with anyone, I was a virgin, although technically I suppose I still am, as I've never had a man. So I'm a little confused myself but based on today I could happily spend a lifetime licking pussies, but maybe I'm missing something not having a man inside me."

Sarah stood with her mouth open, realising what Sue had said.

"Sue, I didn't know, I am so sorry, I never ever thought that you wouldn't have had sex before, I'm gobsmacked to think of what I've done."

"Oh please, spare us the shock and pain speech you fucking whore, you shagged my sister because you fancied her, be honest about that." 

Dave's face had reddened and flecks of saliva burst from his lips as he spoke. He clenched his fists and puffed out his chest, clearly really agitated.

"Dave, don't: I can take care of myself, I'm a big girl now. Sarah, I loved every minute of it, I really did, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Dave, if you think that about Sarah you don't deserve her, you're angry and confused and I don't blame you, but don't think Sarah's all at fault, I willingly went along with her in this, I loved it, I felt so happy and I never ever thought it would cause a wedge between the two of you, I wasn't thinking properly. I'm sorry Dave, I really am, but it's happened and it can't be undone."

"So what are we going to do now?" Dave sat on Sue's bed and hung his head down tears rolling down his face. He began to sob loudly, his shoulders heaving. Sue sat down next to him and put her arm round his shoulder, Sarah sat the other side and did the same. Simultaneously they reached for his hands and held one each. Dave sobbed uncontrollably and the girls leaned in to hug him and hold him tight. They rocked him gently and his hands tightened in theirs. He talked between sobs,

"I love you so much Sarah, it hurts. I love everything about you, your hair, your eyes, mouth everything. Please don't leave me, please, I couldn't bear it without you, please, please, please..."

"Shhhh, Dave, it's alright I won't leave you, I want to be with you forever, please darling stop crying, come on stop now, that's right, that's good."

Sue kissed Dave's cheek and tightened her grip on his shoulder, as his sobbing slowed.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said, I'm so angry and confused, I love you so much, I..."

"Shhh, Dave it's ok, I deserve your anger, I lied to you and I shouldn't have, I was so worried you'd leave me, I couldn't bear that, honestly."

Sarah kissed Dave's cheek and gripped his hand tighter.

"Oh God, what will Mum and Dad think?"

"Oh I forgot, one of the reasons I came up was that your parents have decided to go to the Henderson's party after all, they'll not be back til late, or early in the morning, according to your Dad."

"Oh! ok, so no worries then." Dave sniffed and pulled his hands free, "Sorry need to get my hankie," he ran his hands over his jean pockets to locate the tissue. Finding it he delved into his left pocket. The girls sat up and took their hands off his shoulders. Dave blew his nose and wiped his face. 

"So Sarah, how or when did this start?"

"Dave, do you remember me telling you about Julie, my friend from school, we grew up together, well it started then, and went on until I went to Uni, I lost touch with her and well until today I never wanted or needed another girl. Today however, I realised just how much I wanted a women's touch, and how beautiful your sister is. I couldn't help myself, she just blew my mind. I'm sorry you had to find out this way, I should have told you, so sorry."

Sarah's lips trembled and she hung her head. Dave put his arm round her and hugged her.

"So my little sister, how about you, do you love my wife?"

"Dave Yes without hesitation, yes I do, very much and I love you too. I hate myself for coming between you, but it was and will remain one of the most enjoyable and happy memories I'll ever have. Well up until the point when you found out. That hurt, the look on your face as you realised, you were crushed. My dear, dear brother, I hope I'll never have to relive that awful moment ever again. I have betrayed our trust and love and for that I can offer no defence." 

Sue looked Dave in the eyes,

"I got between you and your wife and I can only say it was lust and need and desire. You said Sarah was gorgeous and you were right and for a tiny moment I had it all in the palm of my hand. I can fully understand how you feel around her and I am jealous of your relationship with her. I love you both very much and I am sorry for the hurt and pain I've caused."

"Oh Sue," Sarah cried before bursting into floods of tears and holding on tightly to Dave.

He put out his hand and pulled Sue to him, she curled up beside him and his arm came round her shoulder and he hugged her close.

"Well this is an odd situation, here I am with the two most gorgeous women in the world and they're both in tears. If it wasn't for that I'd be the happiest man in the world."

The girls sniffed and giggled, they sat huddled together for a while, then Dave giggled and looked into his lap. The girls followed his gaze and were startled to see the outline of his cock pressed against his trousers.

"Have you got a hard on?" Sarah gasped.

"Yes I have, and I am proud to say so, I have my gorgeous wife one side and my beautiful sister the other." he beamed at them. "I am confused, but not angry, but I am horny as hell. Confession time: Sue I used to watch you undress then toss myself off, and now your dressing gown's open and I can see your tiny perfect tits through the gap. Sarah I can feel your perfect boobs against my side. Tell me one red bloodied male that wouldn't get a hard-on in my shoes?"

"How the hell did you see me undressing, you perv?" Sue slapped him gently as she looked down at the gap in her gown.

"Ahh that's for me to know and you to wonder, needless to say, you're a beautiful women and were a beautiful young girl. It's because you have a bare pussy that I keep on at Sarah to get hers done. I loved the sight of you naked and thanks for the flash earlier. You really are one sexy sister. However, this one gets me hard in seconds and even with tonight's disaster I am so glad I married Sarah, she's one in a million." He hugged Sarah harder and kissed her hair.

"What can we do about this, I want you so much, but I want Sue in my life, what do we do?"

"Sue's my sister and I want her in my life too, I won't let her go, no matter what. She's always been part of my life and that will never change. If that means I have to share you with her, then so be it. I can't be without either of you. However, no creeping around, this stays in the open, if you're going to see Sue, I want to know, and I think it would be best if you met at our place, that way we can all be adult about things. Is that acceptable to you both?"

"Dave are you sure about this? It's a big ask from me to you, are you sure you can handle this?"

"What's to handle, I love you, I adore my sister, what's the problem?"

"Dave, I love you and I love Sarah but I don't know that I can actually, you know.."

"Make love to Sarah with me around?"

"Yes, it would be awkward, unnatural, I don't think I would be comfortable knowing you are around and on your own, it wouldn't be right."

"But you did today, and if you're honest with yourself can you stop wanting to see Sarah, or make love to her?"

"No I can't, but I really don't want to upset or destroy you, I love you Dave, I am so confused,"

"Sarah, do you want to keep seeing Sue, make love to her, be with her?"

"Yes I do Dave, but I want you too, I want to know when I need you to talk to, to help me you're still going to be there. I'm being greedy I know, I want my cake and to eat it too."

"Okay, so what if I tell you that I want Sue too, I've lusted after her for years, I was attracted to you initially because you're very much like her, sorry Sarah, but it's true, I would like to make love to my own sister."

"Bloody hell, that came out of nowhere, I feel flattered and hurt. Flattered you think I am, are, was as beautiful as Sue and hurt for the same reasons. You bastard, so fucking me is also the fantasy of fucking your sister." Sarah's eyes flared.

"At first, yes to some extent, but you were real and different and not Sue and I came to really love the difference, the real woman, the real Sarah. You were never a substitute honestly."

Sue sat on the bed looking at Dave, she had never suspected his infatuation with her. Never thought he was watching her, lusting over her, wanking at her undressing.

"I feel used and dirty, I'm just a pawn in your dirty sex games, what the hell were you both thinking involving me in your tawdry little fuckfests. Aren't you both happy now, look at stupid little Susie, look what we did with her, we fucked her over good, we had her down and dirty on the floor. You bastards, you cruel, insensitive arrogant bastards; I hate you both."

Sue went to stand and felt herself pinned down by Dave. She tried to struggle, her dressing gown opening more revealing her tiny breasts and hardening nipples. she pushed up against Dave who held her tightly.

"Whoah, whoah, Sue, this is no game, we're not using you, we love you too much. believe me sister, I tried hard not to let my sexual feelings for you surface for a reason. I can't bear to think of you withdrawing from my life. Sue believe me, I never would have said anything to you or come on to you, it's only because of today, I wanted to clear the air and get everything off my chest. I love you Sue, truly, deeply and always. Please, please don't go, talk to me and Sarah, we can work things out, Sue listen, I love you and I want to be the perfect older brother, that's all. I love you so much."

Sue stopped struggling, and Dave relaxed his grip, he moved away from her, allowing her to sit up and adjust her dressing gown. She smiled, Sarah and Dave smiled at her. 

"Whap!" her hand came round and caught Dave full on the side of his face, he swayed backwards and his hand went to his jaw.

"Fuck, that hurt, but I expect I deserved that."

"Yes you did you bastard, how dare you wank off to me undressing, how dare you say you want to fuck me, and as for you," Sue swung round and raised her arm to Sarah.

"Go on Sue, do it, I deserve it, I really do. I used you today for my own gratification. You were perfect, young, beautiful, tender and with the nicest tasting pussy I've ever had. I lied, by the way, I had loads of pussy at Uni until I met Dave, and found his cock more satisfying. Truth told until today no pussy came close to Julies, until you. You're better than her in every way. I love you and for a taste of that succulent pussy I'd crawl a hundred yards over broken glass. What could be more satisfying than a brother and sister with a perfect cock and cunt."

Sarah drooled out her words and sat on the bed with her legs crossed, squeezing her thighs together.

Sue's hand swung and connected with Sarah's face and the loud slap jerked her head sideways. Sarah's head swung back and a red hand print showed on her face.

"Fuck, that hurt, but it was worth it, it was worth all the pain for all the pleasure you gave me today, you know what I'm cumming in my pants that was so horny, and I want your pussy in my face and your brothers cock in my pussy, I want it all."

Sarah stood and tore her clothes off, then attacked Dave, tearing at his shirt and jumper. Sue stared, then without thinking began to unbuckle her brothers belt, snapping the popper on his jeans and dragging the zip down. She pushed him backwards and tore at the legs of his jeans, dragging his pants with them. 

She pulled his pants, jeans and socks off and threw them away, gazing at his short stubby erection, pre-cum oozing from the slit on his circumcised cock head. Sarah had his top off as Sue pulled the cord on her dressing gown open. she pulled the gown off and dropped to her knees in front of her brothers cock.

Sarah arrived seconds later and their lips met in a kiss that took Dave's prick into their mouths, tongues and cock head colliding. Dave grunted and lay back overcome with pleasure. His fantasy of fucking his sister was a close as coming true as it ever would be. Sue and Sarah took turns to hold and suck his cock, until Sarah sat back and looked at Sue.

"Go on get on it, fuck your brother, do it."

Sue stood and straddled Dave's lap, lowering herself down onto the upright dick held in place by Sarah. She felt his cock head on her lips, at her opening, then inside her. She felt him fill her up and she sighed in pleasure, Sarah had, meanwhile, moved her hands up to Sue's tits and was massaging them gently, a third and fourth hand joined in. Sue rose and fell in ecstasy, then Sarah's nipple came to her lips and she gratefully sucked it into her mouth, rolling her tongue round it. 

A devastating orgasm shook Sue and she thrashed and rolled as Dave's prick pushed deeper into her. She felt herself falling and Sarah held her as she slithered off of Dave's prick. sliding down to the floor, she watched Sarah take her place. Standing she placed her hands over Sarah's shoulders and onto her breasts, joining Dave's to massage and pinch and squeeze the delicate hills and hardened nipples. 

Sarah turned her head and licked Sue's nipple as Dave drove into his wife. Sarah's climax was loud and noisy, and Dave held off as long as he could. As Sarah rolled off him, he grabbed his dick and punished it with his fist. Looking down at the two women on the floor he groaned and directed his cock at them. A stream of cum erupted from his cock head and he sprayed the two girls with his semen, he jerked and spasmed as his cock erupted with spurt after spurt. Finishing he sat back on the bed and grinned.

Nothing was said, the two girls stood and walked to Dave, sitting next to him on either side. Wrapping his arms around them he cradled them to him. He kissed each on their spunk covered faces as they nuzzled closer. 

"we can work this out you know, we can."

"Fuck, we'd better, I want to do that again," said Sue, kissing Dave on the lips.

"Mmm, you bet," said Sarah, turning Dave's head to kiss him.

Sue leaned over and the three kissed as one, sharing tongues.

They clung together, then Sue touched Sarah's breast, Sarah, ran her hand over Dave's chest and Dave's hand reached for Sue's boob. They lay back and enjoyed just touching each other. Dave's cock began to stiffen and the girls touched him and felt it spring fully erect.

"God! I hope your parents are really late back," said Sarah, kissing Dave.

"Me too," said Sue, running her hand over Dave's chest, and back down to his cock.

"Do you think it's possible for me to be able to kiss both your pussy's at once?" 

"Well that's got to be worth working on."

"I'm wet just thinking about that."



Girl Friend Takes Control



One warm summer night while sitting in a hotel room, in Texas, watching TV, the phone rings. The very hot sexy voice on the other end softly asks, "What are you doing?" 

Obviously, I think someone has made a mistake but I play along. Little do I know it's a recreational weekend night activity for who is soon to be my new friend. It's not bad to have a phone friend when I'm on the road on business most of the time.

She continues to tell me how hot and bored she is lying in bed while her boy friend sleeps. She whispers, "What are you wearing?" 

I tell her, "A pair of boxer shorts." 

She laughs and says, she wearing a t-shirt. 

Neither one of us knows each other but the call goes on like we are old friends. Of course the conversation continues then out of nowhere, she says, "Are you getting hard?"

I'm shocked but tell her the truth, "Yes, of course I am."

She laughs. Shortly after, I find myself jacking-off to her sexy moans while she fingers her pussy. She times it so we cum together. And that's the beginning of a long telephone friendship. 

After about a year of serious coaxing, I talk her into a face-to-face meeting but it cost me. I really don't give a shit since I'm addicted to her style of sex. She's the sexiest women I have ever met and our sessions are better than most of my live sex adventures. Of course, there are rules and I have to follow them or it's off. 

Just to give a little background, in about our 3rd session on the phone I'm laying naked in another hotel room jacking-off while she tells me how she wants me to fuck her ass. The image gets me extra hot but then she turned it around and tells me she would like to tie me down with my ass in the air while she fucks me in the ass with her strap-on. I couldn't believe how hot that made me. I'm not gay but there is something wild about that scene. 

While I'm still jacking-off thinking about that scene she tells me to get on my back and spread my legs wide open. She then says, "Suck on your fingers so I can hear you." I do. All of a sudden she commands, "Now, shove a finger up your ass!" 

I stop in my tracks. She senses it and says, "Do what I say bitch or I'll make you start with two fingers!" 

Somehow caught up in the excitement I found myself slowly obeying her orders. It doesn't take long before I have 2 fingers in my ass fucking myself like some wanton whore. I'm hers. She makes me put the phone down there so she could hear me finger fucking my own ass. I'm the one moaning, now.

She says, "Keep fucking your ass but don't cum until I tell you!" 

I do what I'm told. I could hear her cum once then again. My dick is about to burst but I hold back. 

Finally she says, "Now cum for me bitch, say, I'm your bitch!" I do. 

She says, "Louder!" I do. 

Again she says, "Louder!" 

I say, with a worried voice, "Everybody will hear me." 

She orders, "Do it bitch!" I do again and again until we both cum. 

Shit, that was better than most the live fuck session I've had in my life. I was never a believer of phone sex but this was something else. In a matter of moments she had found her way into my psyche and pushed all the right buttons. I knew right then I was over my head but I couldn't stop wanting more.

The following story is what happened on our first face-to-face meeting. I wrote it down and sent it to her for her reaction. She laughed. Hope you enjoy the story.





Girl Friend Takes Control



It takes big boy a lot of attempts but he is finally getting in. I feel like a woman having a baby taking short fast breathes. I see her taking more pictures but I'm in too much pain to care. He never stops fucking me and keeps working more of his horse dick up my ass. At some point he says, "Turn him over so I can really fuck him." 

I think, "Oh shit, really fuck him? What the fuck does that mean?"

She unties my legs then my arms and say, "Now get on your hands and knees with your ass up in the air." 

I have a chance to fight or run or ask if it could all stop but I don't, I'm whatever she wants me to be, I'm her whore. 

Next thing I know I'm on my knees with my chest on the bed and my ass in the air. My position is saying, fuck me. She loosely ties my wrists, only. Big boy gets behind me put more lube on black beauty and starts to shove it up my ass again. I thought I'd have an easier time of it now that I was "broken in"…wrong. It still hurts and he still presses on, forcing more and more of his fat dick up my ass while she takes pictures. After a while she slides in front of me and make me eat her pussy while she enjoys the show. 

Ordinarily, I'd be in heaven eating her sweet pussy but it's hard to concentrate with a 10 inch pipe working its way up my ass. Big boy fucks me hard, jack hammering my ass until he makes me think I liked it. She keeps cumming almost non-stop. I think it's more from the rough jamming, forcing my face hard into her pussy from big boy rather than from my skills as a pussy eater. 

Finally I hear him make sounds of cumming and I think, "Thank god." 

I feel him squirt in my ass load after load. It lasts so long, that at some point, I think, "Is he still cumming or is he pissing now." 

Once he starts cumming she is up like a shot, camera in hand, taking pictures. After a while he pulls out. My ass is wide open I can feel cum pouring out like a facet. Less than a minute later, he's gone. She is still taking picture then I noticed for the first time that she is trading between still shots and video shots with the HD camera I bought her for her birthday. 

I think, "Fuck why don't I just pay for a full page ad in USA Today. God knows what she's going to do with all these pictures and video." 

She starts to pack up her stuff. I stretched out my legs to get some relief and she ties them spread eagle again, this time I'm face down. She walks up behind me and puts the pink dildo back in my ass. It slips in easy. 

Then she leans over and whispers into my ear, "Talk to you later sweet daddy. Thanks for everything, hope you had a good time." 

Then she stands up, picks up the phone in the room and I watch as she keys in 911. 

I look at her like…"What the hell?" 

Then she says, into the phone, "It looks like someone needs help in room 201." 

She hangs up, leans over me, and turns on the vibrating dildo in my ass. She then turns on all the lights, props open the door with the trash can, turns in the doorway, smiles, blows me a kiss, than walks out.



Girl Friend's Girl Friend Gets Laid



My Girl Friend’s best friend is initiated into sex

After our tryst with an early consensual sex adventure with each other and having clearly learnt to understand that sex was best if it was designed to please the other partner, we had embarked upon a phase of wanton sex.

The more wanton, the more exciting. The more blatant and dangerous the place and timing the sweet the fuck.

We fucked practically everyday. Our studies were suffering. She was doing badly. I was slowly sinking in the class.

All I could think of was her and her pussy. The smell, the taste and her moaning and pleading for more.

We even discussed our fantasies and our conversations with our friends. During one such post fuck chatting session, she had told me about one of her girl friends in her collage, who was very keen to have an experience of actual sex. 

Tara (my lover) had slowly advanced to advising her friend as to how to masturbate and how to enhance pleasure. This relationship had grown and recently Tara had helped her friend Neera masturbate. What was surprising was that Tara was being slowly sucked into a lesbian affair, simply because Neera was sex hungry and wanted help to release herself from this terrible aching feeling.

I suggested to Tara why she should help her. I told her, I was willing to help in any manner.

Tara asked me “Will you be willing to fuck her?”.

I knew this was a trap. I said “I will fuck you only. If YOU insist that I must help your friend, I will help. But, Neera must willingly be fucked”.

Tara said “Okay, I will find out”. 

On this particular day, Tara had told me that she expected to study in her room. I forgot to tell you that she shared her room with her kid sister. She also informed me that Neera was expected to stay overnight in Tara’s house in the guest bed room upstairs. Tara added, she expected that later in the night, she would take Neera’s clothes off and play with her pussy. Neera would also masturbate Tara.

I said, “This is terrible. You fuck me and yet masturbate with somebody else? I don’t mind you masturbating alone. Or with me, but with her?!!!!”.

Tara sweetly said “You asked me to help her. Once she enjoys, I feel like doing it. And she is willing to help”.

I took that chance. I asked her, “What if I joined in?”.

Tara asked “But how will you join us? And how do I know Neera will let you fuck her?”.

I said “Darling, if she says no, she can see us fucking and masturbate. If she wants to be fucked, she will ask for it.”

I told Tara, I had a plan. Tara should keep her table near her ground floor window. I will creep up late at night and then the rest will be done.

She was aghast at my daring.

As planned, at about 11 PM, I parked my car near her house, climbed the gate and crept around the house and reached her window. She saw me and gasped. She was wearing a salwar and kameez.

She looked behind to see her sister sleeping soundly.

She opened the window. I climbed in.

Immediately, I asked her to switch off the lights. 

I grabbed her and started to kiss her all over. She stopped me whispering “She will wake up. She will see us”. 

I just scooped her up into my arms and walked towards her door leading to the stiar case.

The door creaked. I quickly opened the door and walked silently up the stairs.

On the landing of the stairs, I put Tar down and with one quick movement peeled off her kameez. I threw her kameez right there. 

She was shivering slightly. There she was standing in near darkness wearing a bra and her salwar.

I pulled her by her hand up stairs into the guest room’s ante room. 

In this room there was small single bed. 

I pushed her back onto the bed and inserted my hand into her salwar. She gasped and said “God, that is too fast. I am not wet as yet”.

I put my palm over her mouth and pulled out the draw string.

I switched on the night lamp. I could then see her. I caught her bra and tore it off. She said “ouch that hurts”.

I pulled the cord and immediately pulled her salwar down.

She was completely naked. 

I let the salwar cling to her ankles. I took the upper end of the salwar now below her and took it over my head so that her legs had to be open and tied around my waist.

I lifted her buttocks roughly and started to eat her pussy. Only her head was resting on the bed. She was now hanging from my shoulders with her pussy being eaten.

She started to moan and cry and gasp.

When I felt the pussy juices nicely flowing, I put her on the bed. I took out the salwar from over my head and parted her legs wide with the ankles still in the salwar. I sat astride her face and took off my trousers and underwear. I pushed my cock into her mouth.

She protested. Before she could say much, my cock was in her mouth. She was sucking it.

I held her waist and descended onto her pussy. Our own 69 was on.

In a few minutes, I was about to cum.

I stopped her and changed my position. 

On the single bed, there was only one way we could both lie down. Me on top of her.

She guided my cock into her pussy.

Without any fanfare, we fucked for about ten minutes.

Both of us came nearly at the same time.

When we stopped panting, I asked her if she had enjoyed the fuck. She said “You really know what I want. You fuck well”.

I asked “Now that we have fucked first, would you like to help Neera?”.

Tara’s eyes lit up and she said “That is a good idea. You wait here. Let me get her ready and then I will bring her here or I will call you into the guest room. I think she is sleeping”.

Tara got up and pulled her salwar back onto her torso and tied the draw string.

She slowly opened the connecting door and tip toed in. 

She softly called “Neera are you awake?”.

Neera stirred and said “What is it?”.

Tara said “What about a little bit of fun?”

Neera said “Yes that would be nice”.

I could hear, someone switch on the lights. Neera said “god you are naked already!!!!!. You look flushed. Have you masturbated just now?”.

Tara said “shhhhhhh. Just keep quiet. Today I will give you enjoyment that you have always craved for. Are you ready?”

Neera said “Please, what is the plan?”.

Tara said “Ravi has just fucked me. He thinks I am in the bathroom. He is lying down naked for a second fuck. Would you like to take my place for one fuck? No more. I want Ravi to fuck at least three times more tonight”.

Neera said “Ravi would not know? I am a virgin. And you are slut who has been fucked many times.”

Tara said “You bitch. You want to fuck or call me a slut. I have a very naughty plan for the both of you”.

Neera asked “What is it?”.

Tara said “Just take off your night suit and wear my salwar. Since that room is dark, the moment you reach, he will simply pull the drawstring and make you naked. After that he will do hat he wants to. I will suddenly enter and catch the two of you together. And then we will all fuck”.

Neera said “That is clever”.

Tara tip toed in and motioned to me to lie down and switched of the light.

I could hear both of them slowly entering the room. 

Before long I felt Neera near me. I stirred and tuned over and said “tara, wher are you? Come near”.

As she came near, I grabbed her and pulled her down. I caught her salwar and pulled the drawstring and pulled her salwar down. I angrily said “:I asked you to take it off. I like you totally naked”.

I pushed her down on the bed and I walked around the bed and faced her from her legs down. I caught her salwar and wrapped it around the short bed posts. Her legs were drawn wide open.

I lowered myself onto her pussy and slowly started to give her the treatment that is reserved for women who have not been heated up.

I said between the pussy eating ”You smell different. Have you put on some perfume on your pussy?”.

She answered back with a moan.

After after a few moments I let my hands drift up the torso and started to fondle the naked breasts. I said “this feels different also”.

Suddenly I stopped and pulled the salwar off from the bed post and took it over Neera’s head, so that her legs were fixed around herself. Wide open and ready for an entry.

I lowered myself onto the open pussy and started to finger her. Her hymen was intact. Each time I tried to push my finger in, she cried out.

I asked “What has happened to you voice you bitch”

While this was going and she was starting to plead “Do it”, the lights came on. I saw Tara standing and watching.

I pulled myself away and said, ”What is going on? Who is this. You are totally naked and watching?”

Tara calmed me down and said “This is Neera. She wants to know what it is to be fucked royally”. “So fuck her darling”. “Then we will all have fun”.

“Don’t leave her high and wet”.

Tara walked down towards us. I said “the we need a bigger bed”.

Tara said “No your cock must satisfy both of us tonight”.

I picked up Neera from the bed with her legs tied around her own waist and took her to the main bed.

Tara assisted in putting Neera down and asked Neera to put her hands up. Tara caught them and tied them to the bed post.

Then Tara walked around the bed and sat next to the bed and said “Darling just start fucking her. I will play with her clit in the meanwhile”.

I obeyed this instruction. I started to insert my cock. Neera’s hymen was strong. Tara help her hand over Neera’s mouth and said “Ram it in” “We don’t have all night. And I want it too”.

I slowly positioned myself. Tara aimed my cock and played with Neera’s clit with her other hand.

I slammed the cock hard. Her hymen broke and she yelled out in pain. Tara said “Fuck her hard and fast”.

I started to knead Neera’s breasts with my hands and went on fucking her hard and very fast.

Neera was already sating “I love it. This is great. Please fuck me harder”.

In about ten minutes Neera had come and I had come soon after.

Tara helped me extract my cock from Neera’s pussy.

Tara and I then released Neera from her bondage.

Neera lay there having goose bumps and shivering. Her pussy was opening and closing.

Tara pulled me to the ground and said, leave her alone, I need you NOW.

I caught Tara by her hand and pulled her down to the ground next to the bed.

I stared to play with her breasts and tantalizing her. Tar was gasping and moaning.

I suddenly heard Neera get up and lie down next to Tara. Neera said, “Let me help Tara as a thank you”.

Neera started to slowly fondle Tara’s breasts and she asked me to do the rest.

I told Neera “Tara loves to be held down while being fucked. Just let her not do anything on her own”.

Neera smiled and said “I love it”.

I caught hold of Ztara’s legs and pulled them over my shoulder and sat up. Tara’s complete buttocks were above the floor. I started to eat her pussy. I asked Neera to held Tar’s hands away.

After eating Tara’s pussy I tuned Tara over and asked Neera to hold her buttocks apart while I took her back side. Tara said “No. Please don’t do that. Fuck me, but not this”.

But, I simply went ahead. Neera ran to her purse and brought some cream and she applied it to Tara’s open ass. Tara went on violently moving to get away. 

When her ass was creamed, I slowly inserted my finger into her ass. She first gasped and the slowly relaxed her ass.

She started to curse me.

I said “You are a bitch. I think you ought to fucked like one”. I ordered her “Get onto all fours NOW”.

She looked back and got onto all fours.

I told Neera to get under her and to play with her clit.

Neera lay under and started to part her pussy lips and played with Tara’s clit.

I took a position behind Tara and caught Tara’s breasts and squeezed them her and pulled her nipples.

Tara started to moan and beg “Fuck me darling”.

While Neera held Tara’s pussy lips wide open, I mounted Tara from her back and started to pump her.

I asked Neera “Hold her pussy close. Tara needs to know what a hard dog fuck is all about”.

Neera held the pussy lips hard together, while I pumped harder and harder just like a dog, very quickly.

Tara started to cry out and slurp her spittle in. She went on saying “Darling, this is fantastic. Just go on fucking me”.

Soon she had come. I went on for another ten minutes.

Tara had thre more orgasms.

Then I told Neera, “Just hold the pussy together. I am going to turn around like a dog. The cock should not come out. I want Tara to feel like a bitch and her pussy to be sore”.

I turned around. My cock was embedded in her pussy and was being pulled out. But the pussy was holding on tight.

Tara started to cry loudly. “Leave me. Please take out your cock. Neera leave my pussy”.

After about five minutes, I told Neera to let go. 

Neera let go. My cock plopped out.

Tara fell on the ground.

I got up.

Held Neera by her hair and pulled her onto the bed. Her legs were dangling out from the side of the bed. I roughly pulled her legs apart and said “You were masturbating while I was fucking Tara?”

I added “You have to be raped now”.

I just caught Neera’s legs apart and started to fuck her. She went on saying “Fuck me. Fuck me. Harder. Please. Lime dog on a bitch. I am bitch on heat”.

I ordered Tara “Beat her”.

Tara started to pinch Neera at the most lovely places.

Soon Neera came with a lot of moaning and groaning.

I squirted my load into Neera.

I was tired.

All three of us lay down and went to sleep. Tara insisted on holding my cock while she slept. Neera wanted one of my fingers inside her. Tara immediately demanded that my other hand should hold her breasts.

We agreed and slept



Girl from Karate



I've always been big into fitness so when my coworker, Fred, decided to open a karate school, I was the first person to sign up. It helped to complete my already busy schedule full of work, school, and my attempts to keep a dying relationship alive. The girl in question and I had worked together before she had gotten fired for constantly being late, and I had stepped in and helped her out a few times before we started dating.

Eventually it led to us becoming more than just friends and initially things were great. But as with all good things, it came to an end. She had to move back home so we ended up only seeing each other once a week, and when we were together, towards the end, all we did was fight. Things weren't looking so great for us.

Fred and I worked at different stores , so he was bringing a few people from his place into the class who I didn't actually know, including this one rather cute girl.

I knew I had seen her before but could not remember her name for the life of me, so I waited until Fred brought her over to introduce her to me and a few of the others.

"Hey guys, this is Olivia. Olivia this is Jason, Zach", and with a glance in my direction, Fred said, "and this is Ben."

"You can call me Liv," she smiled shyly. All the while I just couldn't keep my eyes off her. She stood about 5'4", at least a C-cup, and had the nicest ass I had ever seen.

After Fred walked away, we all stood around stretching and talking though, if I'm honest, this was more just simply staring on my part. I found out from Olivia that she lived half an hour away and that she would rather be out here than at her house after work because she needed to start getting in shape for the summer. She also told me she was extremely nervous about taking karate because she wasn't very coordinated. Being the nice guy I am, I reassured her that everyone is nervous their first time but eventually she'll get the hang of it.

Having just started class, Olivia did not have the all white uniform everyone else did, instead she was wearing fairly short shorts that hugged the curve of her ass, and a tight t-shirt making it hard not to notice her breasts pushing the shirt out. I tried my best not to look at her all night but it was very difficult to do with someone so attractive standing mere feet away from me.

After class ended, Fred, Jason and I were going to go out for drinks, so naturally we invited Olivia along but she declined, stating, "I have to go see my boyfriend, tell him what he's missing out on by not coming to karate with me."

All I could think of was how she had a boyfriend, making her decidedly off limits, but I guess it was a good thing since I still was with my girlfriend at the time.

Over the next few weeks I got to know Liv better. I found out about her culinary degree, and how she was working on her business degree with the hopes of opening a bakery someday. Who doesn't like a girl with a good head on her shoulders, goals, and the motivation to stay in shape?

One night while I was out with some friends, I got a text from Liv, simply saying, "I need you." 

Slightly confused I replied, "I think this was meant for your boyfriend." Secretly I was hoping it wasn't since I had been lusting after this girl since I had first met her.

"No I mean you, Ben. My boyfriend and I are fighting right now and I need someone to come pick me up and comfort me. I'm lost in the city and kinda hammered."

Sadly I was an hour away from her and was making every excuse in the book not to go to her because I didn't want to make a mess of her relationship for her to have to deal with. Eventually, she managed to find her way back, but I still regretted not driving to her. But that was the start of it all for her and I. Now that I knew she had a thing for me, I had all the confidence I needed to try and get her.

A few more weeks went by, when I got a phone call from her, so naturally I answered it. 

All I could hear through her crying was, "He broke up with me." 

I told her I would be right over, got in my car and drove. When I got there, and she had already gone through two bottles of wine and was still crying hysterically. I carried her up to her bed, and tucked her in since she could barely walk. She begged me to stay with her so I lay on top of the sheets on the edge of the bed so that I could sneak away once she fell asleep.

The next morning I got a text saying, "Thank you for not taking advantage of me being super hammered, you're an amazing guy."

As we continued talking, she revealed that she had had a thing for me since she started taking karate and that it had been so hard to keep her hands to herself whenever she saw me. We set up a time to see each other that night, so I got out of work early and grabbed a couple of things to bring with me for the night.

As I pulled into her driveway, all I could think of was,"Damn, I hope I don't mess this up." 

I walked up to the door, and right as I was about to knock, it opened. Looking her up and down, I saw she was wearing a black tank top with a purple bra with black yoga pants that accentuated her already perfect ass.

"I'm glad you came over," she said with this mischievous grin.

"Anytime, glad you're letting me spend some time with you," I replied.

We made our way to the kitchen where I put down the bottle of wine and the ice cream that I had brought with me. "Figured I might as well replace some of the wine you drank last night, and who doesn't like ice cream?" I said.

The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, so I turned towards her and slowly brought my lips down to kiss her firmly but passionately. It felt like I was melting, her lips were so soft. I reached down and around her and pulled her closer to me, pressing us together.

She broke away from the kiss, "I have been waiting for you to do that for so long now, I can't believe you didn't just do it as soon as I opened the door after what I told you yesterday."

"I have some self control, I didn't want to just in case you weren't completely sure about it."

To reaffirm what she wanted, she got up on her tip toes and kissed me hard while clawing at my back, turning me on even more than I already was.

I picked her up while she was still kissing me, and brought her over to the couch. I threw her onto it playfully, and jumped right on top of her, pinning her down with my legs because I remembered her telling me that she liked to be roughed up a little bit.

I grabbed her chin and directed her head towards me, stared deep into her dark brown eyes, and told her, "You are beautiful", which made her beam like I have never seen her smile before, then I leaned down and kissed her again.

Slowly I released my pin on her, all while still kissing her, and started moving my hands down her body, making my way down to her perfect ass. I grabbed onto it, flipping her over on top of me leaving her entire body open for me to grope as much as I wanted.

Eventually I picked her back up, telling her that I wanted to lie in bed with her because, as comfortable as the couch may be, there was so much more room in her bed. She agreed and started to get up, but I pushed her back down, getting between her legs and picking her back up with her straddling me. 

She started yelling that she was too heavy for me to carry all the way up the stairs, to which I told her that she was as light as a feather and brought her up the stairs and gently lay her on the bed. As I did so, I leaned down to kiss her again, this time she had her legs wrapped around my back so I could feel how wet her pussy was, even through my jeans.

I slid my hands up the back of her shirt and undo the clasp of her bra with a snap of my fingers. I stopped kissing her for just a moment to take off her shirt and bra, then start kissing her again the moment they had past her lips. I start kissing down her neck making my way to her breasts and started attacking her nipples. "Be nice to them, they're sensitive" she pouted at me. That was mistake number one, because then I started to really go at them, making her moan and tell me how much she loved her nipples being sucked on.

After a few minutes of that I started to kiss my way down to her yoga pants, which by now have a very dark spot where her pussy was. I moved my hands to her hips and start pulling the pants down as I kissed and licked my way down her body. All I could hear was her heavy breathing as I got closer and closer to her wet pussy lips. Right as her pants came down past her perfectly shaved pussy, I decided I wanted to tease her a bit, so I moved my head to the right just a little bit, making my path of kisses go right past her pussy down her leg. I kept going down her right leg all the way to her ankle and back up. Again, I passed her pussy, up her stomach, stopped at her right nipple for a moment, then back up to her mouth. Just by looking into her eyes, I could see that her lust for me had grown even more and that she was about to take things into her own hands. So I continued on my way back down her, stopping at her left nipple this time, all the way down to her left ankle, and started my way back up.

This time, I decided it was time to stop teasing her, but she stopped me right as my mouth hovered over her wet, little pussy. "So I'm fully naked and you have everything on why?" I looked down and noticed she was right. I did have all my clothes on for some reason!

I quickly stripped, and got back to where I was on her. I spread her toned legs, and kissed my way up her thighs to her pussy, which was leaking her juices by then. I slid my tongue up her slit, tasting her sweet juices, maneuvering my tongue into her tight pussy, going a little bit inside making her gasp from the sudden intrusion of my tongue. I removed my tongue and moved it up towards her clit, sliding slowly over it, which made her jump. I took my right hand off of her leg and slid my middle finger deep inside of her pussy while I flicked my tongue across her clit.

"Oh My God! That feels amazing! How are you doing that with your tongue?" she gasped breathlessly.

I continued to flick her clit with tongue in any direction it would go, occasionally putting my whole mouth around it and sucking it in and flicking it around inside my mouth. Soon after I did this, she wrapped her legs around my head, pulling me deeper in towards her pussy. "I'M CUMMING!!!" she screamed, as I felt her juices start flowing more from her pussy. As she released me from her leg lock, I started tonguing the alphabet on her clit, but she stopped me claiming it wasn't fair to leave my cock hard as a rock after she had gotten off like she did.

She pushed me out from in between her legs which caused me to fall back onto the floor with my cock pointing straight up towards the ceiling. She got in between my legs, and took all of me in, in one go, right down her throat. She expertly sucked my cock almost to the point of me cumming but I made her stop so that I could make her cum more, this time with my cock.

I got her back up on to the bed, spread her legs, and licked her pussy once more even though she was already more than wet enough to take my entire cock. I slid my cock head up and down her slit a few times, saying, "Tell me what you want."

"I want your fat cock to fuck my tight pussy until I cum so hard I can't cum anymore."

And with that statement I slide all 6 inches of my cock into her making her scream out from being filled by me. I'll admit, I'm not hung like a horse, but I know how to use what I have. After a few times in and out of her tight pussy, I spread her legs, and reached down to start rubbing her clit, which was now incredibly sensitive after the treatment I had given it earlier. Almost instantly, she came so hard that she lost her breath. She grabbed my hand away from her clit because she couldn't take another orgasm right away. So I moved her legs up to my shoulders and started sliding deeper into her, making her gasp from the depth I was reaching.

After a few minutes of this, I flipped her over to her hands and knees and buried myself all the way in her. As I pounded myself deep inside her, I grabbed onto her hair and pulled her back into me so that I could grab onto her nipples. She was getting so wet I could see her juices running down her thighs.

I decided it was time to try to get her to really cum hard, so I flipped her back onto her back, slid my cock in and told her to hold on. She asked me "Why? What are you going to do?"

"Just hold onto my neck and you'll see" as I hooked my arms behind her legs.

She grabbed onto my neck I lifted her up, and impaled her on my cock. "Holy shit, what are you doing!" she said as I started to slam her down on my cock. I could feel her pussy muscles contracting around my cock every time I lifted her up, like they were trying to keep me deep inside her.

I laid her back down on the bed because I was starting to feel that familiar feeling in my balls.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum, where do you want it?"

"Right in my pussy. I need to feel you shoot your cum deep inside my pussy!"

After those sexy words left her lips, I felt it traveling up my cock. "Oh yes, I'm gonna cum all over the inside of your pussy!!!"

As the first blast of cum shot into her tight pussy, she screamed out in orgasm just from the feeling of being filled with my hot cum. Shot after shot filled her up, until there was nothing left in my balls, and we just lay there with my cock slowly softening inside her pussy. Eventually I slid slowly out of her, along with some of our mixed juices, but neither of us cared, we were both so worn out.

"Man, that was awesome sex" she said.

"Yeah it was" I said, as I moved next to her on the bed.

"I could definitely use a nap" she whispered, as she curled up next to me, and slowly we both fell asleep after a night of fun filled activities.



Girl from 'Principles'



Hi, again. You may have heard about me (No, I'm not going to tell you my name.) from this nice Mr. Vargas. Some time ago he wrote about me in a story he called "Principles" and it came out real nice. 

Back when I let Mr. Vargas write the first story, everything about my life was wonderful. I had a wonderful husband -- my Josh -- who is also a wonderful lover and a wonderful daddy to my ten children and the wonderful father of nine of them. (See, that's what I mean about reading the other story first!) We were living in a beautiful house surrounded by flowers in the capital of the South American country where Josh worked for a major oil company. He was making sure the company didn't damage the environment as they explored for oil.

Rachel and Courtney were happy in the seventh and eighth grades of the International School and FAR too popular with the local boys in the grades ahead of them. Steve, Roy, Beth, Ruthie, and Jennifer were in elementary school and Jeffie was in kindergarten. Billy and Vickie were at that adorable rug-rat stage. Best of all, I had just found out that Josh had made me pregnant again -- this time with no fuss.

The only problem was that Maria and Consuelo, the maids who help me with the house, Rosita, who helps look after the babies, and even Lupe, our cook's 18 year-old daughter all got pregnant about the same time I did. I guess it was the "dorm room" effect; the menstrual cycles of women who live close together become synchronized. [Thanks for the word, Homer.] It didn't take too much detective work to figure out who was responsible for all those plump little bellies from the way that Consuelo, Maria, Rosita, and Lupe mooned at Josh every time they saw him and the sheepish glances he returned.

Eventually they all confessed when I made it clear I could hardly blame them and that I was upset only about their poor timing. Apparently it happened back when I was in the hospital for a few days with a parasite attack. (Amazing! Josh goes into the jungle and eats snakes and bugs and never comes down with anything. I try to be careful and become a banquet for a zoo of the little bichos.) Josh and I worked out that our Martita was conceived the night Josh sneaked in to my hospital room after hours. The nuns who run the place wouldn't let him come back again at any hour after they found him in bed with me "keeping my spirits up" so well I was screaming at the top of my lungs when he made me come.

Well, while Madam was away, her "faithful employees" and Lupe, the little minx, decided to take compassion on my poor horny husband (and I suppose find out if he was really as good in the sack as they could guess from my wild cries of passion every night as Josh fucked me). It wasn't difficult. When Josh goes several days without sex he gets preternaturally horny. [Stop putting words like that in my mouth, Homer!] That's one reason I always try to keep him well nailed down -- that, and that I love fucking him. But after our little misadventure in the hospital, Josh was high, dry, and spry. Any woman -- especially those four -- could see it.

Lupe offered to cook that weekend in place of her papa who left for his home village. With typical masculine insight, Josh didn't notice anything out of the ordinary when Consuelo and Rosita didn't take their usual day off that Saturday, either. Josh worked that morning, but was home for lunch. Lupe put on a spread. Rosita had bundled the older kids off to their friends' houses for the weekend and the babies -- well they were there for inspiration, I guess. Josh, I'm sure, suspected nothing; not that he didn't enjoy having three pretty round women and one eye-popping girl hovering over him. He probably thought nothing was amiss either when he saw them all in short flared skirts and ample bosoms showcased in frilly blouses. I'll bet his prick was thinking about it, though.

Maria, who was orchestrating everything, made sure that Josh had a second and then a third glass of wine with his lunch. She even slipped something in the last glass that knocked him for a loop. As soon as he go up from lunch he wobbled, said he guessed he needed a siesta, and headed off to bed -- just where the horny bitches wanted him. He later told me he didn't remember Maria guiding him up stairs to our bedroom and he even denies he knew that she helped him undress. But I don't believe he didn't know when she slipped her warm, naked, brown body into bed with him and helped herself to his cock! She told me that even half zonked he fucked her better than any man she'd ever known. That part I believe!

Maria had intended to have a nice little ride and get off. Well, she got off -- so well that she never wanted to get off. Consuelo and Rosa practically had to drag her out of bed Josh so they could have their go at him. The four vixens took turns fucking my out-of-it man all afternoon and night. Josh says he only really woke up the next morning when he discovered Lupe astraddle him screaming obscenities at the top of her lungs, as she rode him to more orgasms than she could count.

Josh's embarrassed explanation for the rest of the time until I came home was, "hanged for a farthing; hanged for a pence." [I don't understand that, Homer.] My fallen husband gladly let the minxes take turns fucking him silly and he must have filled each horny pussy full several times over. I was only in the hospital a few days, but it was enough for Josh to put a baby in each of my "helpers." Knowing how sexy Josh is, though, I could understand the girls' wanting Josh to make them pregnant; and knowing how horny Josh is, I sure couldn't blame him. I just made him promise never to do it again.

"Oh, honey, of course not. I promise I won't even look at them!"

"Yes you will look; they'll make sure of that, and you'll fuck them, too. I know them too well. Just promise that you'll only fuck one of them bareback at a time," I told him gravelly as I handed him a large box of condoms. "From now on, no more than two of us pregnant at once," I admonished.

You should have seen that smile!

That was a happy time. The house was getting back to normal after my Marta, Maria's Mario-Jesus, Consuelo's Jesus-David, Rosa's Ramon-Jesus, and Lupe's Gabriel-Jesus were born. ("Josh," in Spanish they told me is "Jesus.") Fortunately, three maternal grandmothers appeared to help out with the five new babies, although they also helped themselves to my Josh, too. By the time they went home, the grandmothers were all working on younger uncles and aunts for their new grandchildren to play with.

That's about the time the trouble started. There was a charity ball at the Petroleum Club that brought together people from all the oil companies and local elite. I was well along toward getting my figure back after Marta and dressed accordingly in a little black number and high heels. It was pretty short and I'll admit I looked and felt hot. I kept glancing appreciatively at the bulge in Josh's pants as he drove us to the club, trying unsuccessfully to keep his eyes on the road. I started wondering if I should be thinking of a baby name.

I'll dance with anyone, so I thought nothing of it when Bull Parker, the company project manager, asked me onto the floor while Josh was making one of the local Senoras swoon. I knew Bull and Josh were rivals because I had heard enough of their arguments, but I wasn't thinking about that as Bull pulled me into his arms. It was sort of flattering to feel a big brawny man get a hard-on just from being near a thirty-one year old mother of eleven kids. Bull is quite a good dancer and it was easy to just relax and let him lead wherever he would. Therefore I was surprised when I suddenly found myself alone with him on an isolated balcony with his hand on my boobs.

Now I'm a pretty short-fused girl, and yes, he was turning me on. But, no, I wasn't that stupid. Besides, I sensed that this wasn't about lust; it was about power. Bull wanted to fuck me because I was Josh's wife. I told him quietly to stop, then not so quietly and finally I slapped him as hard as I could. He grabbed my shoulders and I screamed. Suddenly there was a commotion. Josh was at my side and Bull Parker was lying on the floor with a little blood trickling out of his nose.

It was an ugly scene, but I never realized it would have the consequences it did. Two weeks later, I got word that on a trip to inspect a new drilling site, the boat Josh was in overturned and only Bull Parker's men came back. I was almost too crushed to be suspicious, but I was. The search for Josh’s body was continuing, but with Bull Parker's men in charge of it, I doubted they were looking very hard.

Strangely, with Josh gone, Bull seemed a different person, genuinely interested in trying to find at least some trace of Josh and solicitous of my feelings. As the weeks wore on, I found my suspicions diminish and myself warming to him. I guess he could tell, and one night after dinner at my house and a second glass of wine in me, I let him kiss me. That was a mistake, because a kiss wasn't enough for either of us. I hadn't been fucked for weeks and couldn't resist when his hand found my nipple. I was squirming even before he slipped a finger into my panties. I was headed for a come and who knows what else when, most uncharacteristically Marta started crying. Although I knew Rosita would take care of whatever it was, it broke the spell, thank goodness. I pushed Bull away and resolved not to let this happen again.

Bull persisted in a fairly nice way and I realized that, as hot as I am, sooner or later, I would give in. I just can't live without a man. But I also knew that if I let Bull take me as his mistress, it was over for me and Josh even if by some miracle he were found. I could not accept that. If I had to have a man and I couldn't have Bull, there was only one alternative: another man. And the other man was obvious -- my cook, Don Roberto.

As Bull came to see that his sweetness campaign wasn't working, a crueler side of him re-emerged. I came to learn that he had a native woman from a down-river tribe in his house at the base camp. Apparently she had been captured by some of Bull's men and he was keeping her, almost as a sex slave. Worse yet, he had made her pregnant. I threatened to raise a stink and made him bring her back to the capital to live with me until the baby was born and we could send her back to her people.

The girl's name was Shana and she was very grateful to me for rescuing her from Bull. She tried to help around the house and I let her some, but mainly I insisted she rest and recover from Bull's hard treatment of her. The longer she stayed with us the more Spanish she learned and soon we were able to communicate pretty well.

One day I asked her about her home village and tribe. She looked at me as if trying to decide if she should tell me. Apparently she decided I was trustworthy and began her tale. It was so outlandish, I did not know whether to believe it or even if I had understood her correctly. She said she was from a tribe of women, only women. Occasionally they were lucky enough to capture a man whom they "tamed" for doing heavy work but mainly for breeding. When I asked why, she said that only girl babies were born from these unions and she did not even think it was strange. (Homer thinks it might must be something in the food the tribe eats or a genetic trait.)

Moreover, just before she had been kidnapped by Bull's men, she went on to say they had acquired a new man, a white man. He had not actually been captured, but rescued from the river. The whole tribe had rejoiced at this favor of the gods. I questioned her more carefully about when this white man had appeared and where her village lay and realized that everything fit. The man could be, no, I knew it *must be* Josh. I was thrilled. I realized, however, that Josh had gotten there through Bull Parker's designs and I could not disclose what I had found out without putting both Josh and the women in danger. I made Shana promise to let me go with her when she returned to her tribe. She was very happy that I wanted to see her village.

Hoping -- knowing -- I might one day find Josh was a great relief, but it didn't solve my immediate problem of what to put between my legs. Oh, I had a nice collection of toys and spent a small fortune on batteries, but it wasn't the same. I needed a man.

I didn't even need to seduce Don Roberto. It had long been obvious he liked looking at his sexy Madam. And he had been very sweet since Josh's disappearance. When I appeared in his room one afternoon during siesta, he didn't have to ask why I was there. I couldn't make love to him; I could love only Josh, but we did have sex, tender and passionate sex, and we didn't miss many afternoons or nights from then on.

I can guess what you're thinking, but no, I did not let him make me pregnant. I took the precaution of going on the pill two weeks before I first visited Don Roberto. We both knew what this was -- Madam fulfilling a basic feminine need with a kind and gentle man who was convenient and, fortunately, a good lover. The women of the house understood, too. I think even Don Roberto's wife, whom I insisted he visit twice a month, understood. *She* was the one who got pregnant.

Life dropped back into a routine. Everyone missed Josh, but there was nothing I could do until it was time to take Shana back to her village. My only concern was to make sure that the children, especially my precocious [Knock it off, Homer!] Courtney and Rachel didn't find out that Mommy was having the cook fuck her silly every afternoon. They might decide to do the same with the older boys. If they weren't already. I decided to get them on the pill, too.

Although Shana was happy to be well cared for, and she was certainly glowing with renewed health and her pregnancy, I could tell she seemed troubled. I asked her what was wrong, but she was reluctant to tell me. At last she reached over and took my hand and told me how sorry she was. I smiled, telling her not to worry, that she had made me very happy by giving me hope that my man was alive. She shook her head. That was not what she meant.

"It is not right that you who have been so good to me should not be with child again. If we were in my village, I could gather herbs to help you. It is not proper for your servant to give children to your subjects and not to his Queen."

"My servant? His Queen?" I thought for a moment and was stunned. Of course! Shana thought of our household as a kind of small village of women with one man-servant and me as queen. She knew I had Roberto fucking me and she assumed I was trying to get pregnant. I almost laughed aloud until the implications of the rest of what she said sunk in. "Give children to my subjects?" My God! It made sense. I wasn't the only woman who missed Josh and, now that I thought about it, Roberto wasn't always as ardent as I had expected. And . . . and what about my "subjects?" Damn! I should have noticed: Maria, Consuelo, and Rosa were all starting to put on a little weight again.

I didn't have time to get mad because Shana was still talking. "Even without the herbs, I can help you, my Queen."

Things were getting out of control. How could I explain to Shana that I didn't want to be pregnant? She would never be able to understand that. How did she intend to help? Could I refuse her assistance? Tell her I'd gotten myself pregnant eleven times already without her help, thank you? Yet clearly, from her point of view, I did need "help." She was offering it with such sincerity, with such love and concern for me. I smiled and nodded my agreement.

I had no idea what her assistance would consist of, but the very next afternoon as I was about to go sneak out back for my daily fuck with Don Roberto, Shana stopped me. She shook her head and led me to my own bedroom. Had she set up a tryst there? No, it was empty, though the sheets were turned back in preparation for use. She led me to the bed and began gently to undress me.

Partly out of curiosity and partly to humor her, I allowed her to continue. I noticed that she wasn't too careful about the way she removed my blouse and then my bra; her hands were touching me, almost as if she were feeling me up. Then her hands loosed my skirt and tugged at my panties. Again, her hands were rubbing my buttocks and massaging between my thighs.

With no effort Shana laid me naked on the bed and knelt beside me. "My Queen must be readied. She must make a warm nest for the baby."

Before I could ask what she meant, I found out. Suddenly her mouth was suckling my breast, making my nipple pop up even as her hand found its way between my legs and began to tease my pussy. I guess just the sexy way she had undressed me already had me more aroused than I knew, because as soon as she put her finger in me, I realized I was wet.

Soon I was wetter. This girl knew how to please a woman. If I hadn't been horny out of my mind, I probably would have been thinking that I had never done this before and that maybe I wouldn't like it. But I wasn't thinking that -- or anything. I was just gasping from the sensations that flooded over me as Shana worked my titties with her lips and tongue. Carefully she inserted two and then three fingers into my gushing pussy, bringing me closer and closer to...

"Ahhhhiiiiiieee!" I screamed as I came. Hard! Shatteringly! I felt I couldn't breath for a few seconds. I did not understand what Shana was cooing in her own language, but the meaning was clear. "Relax, baby. You've just had a good come. Enjoy the afterglow." I could do nothing more -- or so I thought. But then I felt Shana's fingers in me again and her head slip between my legs, which seemed to open all by themselves to receive her.

If having her finger me to orgasm was wonderful, what can I say about her eating me? I won't try, but in no time I was again braying in ecstasy as her tongue on my clit shot bolt after bolt of electricity through me. I know I must have passed out, at least for a few seconds.

It must have been for more than a few, because when I next opened my eyes, Shana was standing beside me holding a naked Don Roberto by the hand. It was weird, as if the two of us didn't know how to fuck and Shana was showing us, step by step. He seemed as strangely passive as I as she positioned him between my legs and guided his prick into me. That it slid in easily was obvious, juiced-up as I was from two of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced. Then, like some obscene parody of a gym coach, she directed the movements of his prick in and out of me.

Shana must have had some kind of magic to adjust Don Roberto's thrusts to my response, although I suppose she was only observing me closely. In seconds I was on the edge of another orgasm -- and stayed there! And stayed. And stayed! I would have pleaded for release but the moment itself was too perfect -- not that I think I could have gotten words out, anyway. I was in another world. Nothing existed in that world except my pussy and a huge brown prick that was fucking me as I had never been fucked. When I thought these sensations were more than I could take, I was overwhelmed by yet another: Shana expertly rubbing my clit in perfect time with Don Roberto's in-and-out motions.

When this orgasm broke over me, it wasn't a wave it was a tsunami. [Homer!] To say "I came" would be misleading. I did nothing. It just happened to me. I was tossed, thrown, punched. I was FUCKED!

I don't remember Don Roberto's reactions, so caught up was I in my own orgasm. I'll bet it was a doozy, but by the time I could focus on anything not between my legs, Don Roberto was gone. Only Shana remained, smiling down at me. I felt full to overflowing with fuck. Shana seemed to be of the same opinion and wanted me to stay that way. Gently she made me lift my butt enough to slip pillows under me. I was a little uncomfortable, but she had a cure for that too. A gentle stroking of my clit made me forget everything again. She spoke softly to me again, but I only understood "My Queen...my Queen." As a final soft orgasm flowed over me like a warm bath and I drifted off to sleep, I vaguely suspected Don Roberto and I had been "tamed."




Girl from 'Principles'



I didn't wake up until the next morning, although I had the dozy idea that Don Roberto had come to my bed again that night and fucked me senseless, except that I was *already* senseless. . And I sort of remembered that afterwards I had slept in Shana's arms. But when I finally got out of bed, I knew I had been fucked -- long, hard, and well. I felt so good, I couldn't believe it. I had no doubt that if I had not been on the pill, I would be pregnant. And if there was ever a candidate for contraceptive failure, I guess I was it.

Shana didn't take such a "hands on" supervision of all my fucks over the next few days, but she let everyone know who was in charge of getting Madam's pussy properly filled. And even when my pills called for me to have my period (it was sooo sweet to see how disappointed she was) she continued to sleep with me. Soon enough Shana taught me how to lick, and nuzzle, and tongue her to orgasms that made her squeak with joy. We weren't lezzies, but we sure did a good imitation.

Before she could be disappointed by my next "period," Shana went into labor. Maybe it was all those orgasms, but it was really easy. She told me one day after lunch her water had broken and we had her in the clinic a half hour later. By sundown Shana was nursing a beautiful little girl that looked nothing like Bull Parker, fortunately.

A month after Shana's baby was born, she was pestering me to go home. I tried to delay things for the baby's sake, but figured she had a better idea than I did about the rigors of the trip than I did. Don Roberto helped us prepare for the trip and to keep it secret from the men of the camp by going to a different jumping off point for the down river trip. Money was no object, so I arranged for us to go as far as possible by helicopter -- that almost blew Shana's mind.

In the little jungle town, Roberto arranged for helpers to pilot the boat, carry the food and equipment. Shana had told me that she would guide us to the landing where the boat would wait for me and (I secretly hoped) Josh to come back. After three days on the wide, brown river, Shana pointed to a spot to stop. I could see nothing different about this one spot, but she was very definite. The boat pulled ashore on a narrow river beach and we began walking. I carried only some water and a few rations. Shana carried only her baby, carefully wrapped into a parcel on her back. In three days the little angel had only nursed and slept and today was no different.

By afternoon a faint trail had appeared which soon became wider. Then someone spotted us and the jungle seemed to erupt with women -- laughing, hugging Shana, pointing at the baby, laughing again, and pointing at me. This was the biggest event anyone could remember. Their sister disappeared and then returned, with a baby, and a strange-looking white woman!

They almost carried us to the village and amid great ceremony Shana told her story (I guessed from the looks of wonder). I seemed to be an important part of it; Shana later told me the women were extremely grateful to me for taking care of their sister and bringing her back to them. Their gratitude was very nice, but that wasn't my main concern. I was keeping my eye out for Josh.

During the excited welcome, he was nowhere to be seen, but at nightfall a fire was lit, and a more formal ceremony began. As a tall woman, perhaps my age, emerged from a large hut followed by several others, also noticeably older than the young women who had greeted us, I spotted Josh -- and his handiwork. He was led to a stool below, surrounded by the Queen and her court. All the women were glowingly, gloriously pregnant!

I tried to catch Josh's eye, but soon gave up, recognizing that little was going on behind the slightly silly smile he wore. I asked Shana about this and she grinned, explaining that men are very dangerous and are only allowed out among women after they have been "tamed."

How is that done, I asked. She explained that there is a 'taming' ceremony at which the man is fed special herbs and given palm wine to make him very happy. All the women dance before him and last of all the Queen. All the women have some taming magic, but the Queen's is the most powerful. When the Queen had finished dancing for him, she takes the man to her quarters and sleeps with him. After one night with her, the man is completely docile and will do anything she or the other women say.

I guessed that it was some kind of hypnotism and remembered how I felt in bed with Shana. Whatever it was, it had Josh hooked. I asked what they had Josh do. Shana just laughed as if I couldn't see from all the pregnant bellies of the women. She explained that he was being passed from woman to woman in order of hierarchy starting with the Queen. As soon as the first woman either missed or got her next period, he was sent to another one who was fertile, spending an average of about two weeks with each. Josh had been missing about seven months and I counted about fifteen swelling tummies (and I could have missed some that weren't showing yet). Apparently he was as sure a marksman with these women as he had been with me.

By now it was pretty evident that my arrival was not a coincidence and that there was some connection between the white man and the white woman. The next day I asked to talk with the Queen. Shana translated and I attempted to tell her that Josh was my man and that I wanted him back.

Of course, they found the idea of a woman owning a man all to herself totally foreign. (“Owning” was the way Shana translated it back to me. It sounded strange, but I kind of liked it.) Shana vouched for my story that in the up-river world, there were many men and yes, it was perhaps possible that a man could be one woman's exclusive property. (Yes!) I explained that I loved this man and had lived with him for over ten years and that he had given me eleven babies. This brought gasps of amazement and (I realized later) envy and some resentment that one woman should monopolize a man like that.

Considering the gulf between our worlds, the Queen was amazingly sympathetic. She said she thanked me for bringing one of her daughters back and that I deserved a reward, but she could not part with the tribe's only man. She pointed out that there were scores of women that had never had a child and that the tribe's only man was too valuable to let go. She gently implied that I was selfish, since, if what I had said was true, I could easily get another man back upriver to make me pregnant. I tried to explain that it was Josh I wanted, but she was adamant.

That night I cried as I hadn't since Josh first disappeared. Here he was; I had seen him -- my Josh -- but I couldn't have him. Shana comforted me as best she could and got me off with several thundering orgasms, but the ache in my heart was unabated. The next day Shana escorted me to the landing. I had to leave -- alone.

In the four-days trip back up river, I formed a plan.

I began by pretending to start to like Bull again. He was such an egotist that it was easy for him to believe that the horny, grieving widow was finally getting the hots for him. I went slowly as perhaps a woman in my circumstances would, gradually allowing him to take me out, hold my hand, put his arm around me. I made him play the gentleman he wasn't and never would be. Soon I was teasing him unmercifully, while seeming only to be coy.

On uncounted nights, Bull thought he would be able to go all the way with me, only to have me put him off at the last minute. You'd better believe that I was getting my lights fucked out by Don Roberto during this time; I didn't want any slip-ups with Bull. Gradually I led him to believe that I was falling in love with him, that I was hot to fuck him, but I couldn't until I knew for sure what had happened to Josh.

Then I had Don Roberto spread the tale of the tribe of women and a strange white man among the people down river from the base camp. Bull *had* to agree to investigate that. I insisted on going along with him and his henchmen, the ones that had been with Josh when he disappeared. When plans were firm, I sent word to Shana that I was returning with a group of men and that she should be ready.

We took the three-day trip down river, looking for a landmark that Shana had given me in a return message. Sure enough, we found the three burned clearings and beached the boat. Soon a group of women arrived, greeted us warmly and with apparent surprise. I recognized some of the women; Shana stayed out of sight, thinking Bull might recognize her. I doubted it; to him she had been just a sleek brown body to impregnate.

Bull and the men attempted to explain our mission, but before 'talking business' the women insisted they must properly welcome us. We trudged toward the village, Bull's men getting a feast of the swaying round asses of the welcoming party. I had an idea of what is coming, but Bill and the other men didn't.

The village was the busy, bustling place I remembered. I noticed that since my previous visit, a number of women were nursing infants and a new crop of newly pregnant tummies was evident. I could see Josh was still at work, even though I couldn't see him.

As night fell, a large fire was lighted in the center of the village. Bull and his men were seated around the fire and pretty, flirty girls brought around plates of food and gourds of wine. I fell back and found Shana to watch the fun. We kissed quickly and she began fondling my tits. It felt sooo good! I hadn't even been able to masturbate during the trip and was instantly aroused. Shana understood and slipped her fingers in me, bringing me to two nice quick comes. "Now you can enjoy the taming ceremony," she grinned as we turned our attention to the men.

The fire had gone down a little and a pounding drumbeat was gradually growing louder. The serving women were now bringing more drink than food and their clothing had grown skimpier. Large unencumbered breasts were dangled in front of the men's eyes as the women leaned down to refill their drinks. The loincloths barely covered their dark provocative bushes. And when a girl stood close enough to a seated man, he couldn't avoid smelling a cunt in heat. I saw the men grow tipsy and boisterous as the women teased them.

Suddenly silence welled up like a cobra rising from its basket. At the sound of a gong, five half-naked women leapt into the circle and positioned themselves, one in front of each man. Talking, laughing, and ribald remarks ceased as a woman began to writhe slowly before each man, her movements in time with the imperceptibly accelerating drum.

The men were riveted by the swaying of the women's hips and bouncing titties, none more than Bull himself. I recognized the woman dancing before him. She was larger and a little older than the others. But what she lacked in youth, she made up in a sultry sexiness. Seeing who their leader was, the Queen had taken on Bull as her own project. Like the others, she had a bright silver disk dangling from her neck in from of her large round tits. Bull could not take his eyes off of those tits and so he stared, too, at the shining, flashing disk.

As the dance accelerated, Shana and I giggled to see the women inch closer to the men, forcing them to look up at those wonderfully round bouncing boobs at a tiring, uncomfortable angle. The drum was louder now, as well as faster, and filled the ears of the transfixed, intoxicated men as the flashing disks filled their eyes. Shana and I watched and grinned as we saw Bull Parker and his men falling into the power of the Queen and her court. The men were being "tamed!"

Now the drum grew still louder and the rhythm more frenetic. [Ho-mer!] The dancers ground their hips in the faces of the men. Their stares become glassy. Equally noticeable were their hands. Quite unconsciously, the men had started masturbating. Suddenly the drum and the dancers stopped. The men hardly reacted, so deep was the spell they were under. Perfect!

Then I noticed a bit of light creep back into Bull Parker. He was a hard man, a willful man, not an easy man to "tame," by the looks of it. Slowly, as if waking from a dream, he began to look around him. The other dancers had fallen on his entranced comrades. Rock Andrews was lying cradled in the arms of a busty dancer, sucking her breast, his eyes closed in a docile, beatific smile. Red Marsh's head was thrown back as he sucked the pussy of a smiling woman who kneeled over him, slowly jacking him off. Two others -- Bull couldn't see who in the dim firelight -- were lying with their pants down around their ankles, their heads lolling, as two smirking women methodically rode them toward orgasm.

Like a lonely, cornered animal, Bull instinctively sensed the danger and poised for fight or flight. The Queen looked down at him and saw his partially successful efforts to throw off the spell. Immediately, she stepped forward, dropped her cloth, and thrust her crotch in his face. The scent of a hot pussy must have hit Bull Parker with the force of a 2 x 4. Shana and I looked at each other as we watched Bull fighting the magnetic pull of the Queen's rank, dripping love slit. Bull was no longer looking around at his vanquished followers; he was looking straight ahead, straight at the moist, bushy cunt in front of his eyes. The Queen was looking down at the big man, amused. She could see him weakening; she knew the one instinct that could overcome the anger leading to resistance, the fear leading to flight: lust.

In a final effort to free himself, Bull brought up his hands, just about high enough to shield his eyes from the bewitching sight and odor before him, perhaps enough to push away the tempting view that held him fast. He reached out and with a lunge, grabbed the Queen's ass and buried his face in her warm snatch.

A kind of cheer went up from the watching women as the last man went down to defeat. The Queen allowed the slavering man to fill his mouth and nose with her lust inducing juices for several long seconds, then dropped them both to the mat placed nearby for that purpose. As Bull lost himself between those plump, delectable thighs, nimble fingers removed his clothes and the Queen began stoking his hardened prick.

The game was over: sexy brown women 5, horny white men 0. Now the fun began. Shana kissed me and pointed to one of the dancers, a curvy little thing, who was already proudly taking her captive man away to her hut. The contrast of the petite woman leading the hulking man by the hand, like a little boy being put to bed by his nanny, brought a gush to my pussy.

I desperately wanted Shana between my legs, but I forced myself to wait to see what the Queen would do with Bull. She wasn't taking chances. Long after eating her had reduced him to a quivering ball of lust, she continued to stroke his prick and nuzzle and whisper in his ear. At last she stood and raised him with her hand. Bull's eyes were closed and he wore a face of perfect contentment. Slipping her arm around his waist, the Queen took her new lover and strolled into the shadows.

It would have been fun to see the women work on the men all night, bringing them to the edge of orgasm again and again, making them crave release more than anything as they whispered the “taming” words into their ears. I would have loved to watch the final collapse of each man's resistance, his utter subjugation to the will of his new dominatrix, but I had more important desires that needed satisfying.

Shana took me to her hut where we renewed our love. I don't know who was first and who next, and next, and next as we each took our pleasure in pleasuring the other. I slept more happily in her arms that night than any since I slept last with Josh. We didn't wake until the sun was well up.

That afternoon I sought another audience with the Queen. She looked a little tired, but happy. Apparently even “tamed,” Bull was a vigorous and satisfying lover. I hoped she was in a good mood as I renewed my petition. I felt on pretty firm ground. I had brought the tribe five healthy men, not too old (even Bull was only in his forties). I wanted only one in return: my Josh.

The Queen said that she had consulted the other women and all seemed pleased  with their new men. From the little smile, I could tell the Queen was more than a little pleased with Bull. She agreed, therefore that I could have Josh ... provided.

"Provided *what*?" I asked, not as respectfully as I should have, but I was frustrated.

"Provided the men all perform satisfactorily." Shana translated.

Now I was confused. I though she had just said she and the other women found the new men did fuck satisfactorily. Then it dawned on me. I wasn't leaving with my *proven* stud until the ability of Josh's replacements to make the tribeswomen pregnant was also proven. They wouldn't even share Josh with me until they were sure. He was still needed with the younger women.

It was a tense few weeks but one by one the women who were "trying out" the new men missed their periods. At last the Queen happily announced that she, too, was going to have another baby, Bull's baby. I had done it! I was overjoyed when Shana came to take me to the Queen's quarters and I at last saw my Josh. I had to admit she had taken good care of him. He was a little trimmer, more muscular and nicely tanned. I almost drooled to see my sexy husband again. He still had the happy out-of-it look and didn't recognize me, but I wasn't worried.

Through Shana, the Queen asked me if I wanted her to "untame" him now. I thought and said no, it would be better if I could wait until I had him home. Could she tell me how to do it? She smiled as I might when giving away my favorite cookie recipe.

"It's easy. Just say, 'uuusha,'" she whispered so Josh would not hear. Then she smiled even more and added, "That will also work if you ever need to 'tame' him again," she winked. The Queen spoke a few words to Josh, apparently telling him that the white woman was his new mistress. He looked at me and smiled obidiently.

A few days later everything was in readiness for the return. Josh would be able to manage the boat with just two people in it. I was eager to get started, but Shana asked if I could delay our departure until the next day. Although for her part in bringing the five new men to the village, she stood high on the list of those to be impregnated, Shana didn't want to have one of their babies, however. She was at her most fertile time right now, she said. Would I, please, this one time, let Josh be the one to make her pregnant?

I felt honored. I thought it over and laughed. "Only if I get to watch you and then join in."

*****

I had my story ready when we returned to the company camp. We had found Josh -- although he was very sick. On the way back, however, the boat had overturned and this time it was Bull and his men who were lost. There was a stir and searches, but I knew the women would never allow the men to be found. I sometimes felt a little bad about them, but not very. Each was either single or had abandoned his wife years ago. All had been complicit in Josh's disappearance. And, besides, they were all in macho heaven, surrounded by hundreds of women who wanted nothing more from them than to fuck themselves silly with the pigs and get pregnant with their babies.

I didn't 'untame' Josh until we were back in our house the capital. He was very surprised that the "fever" he suffered made him unable to remember anything about his captivity and my rescue of him, but he couldn't deny it happened. I soon had the proof. It was pretty obvious that our new baby, whom I insisted we call "Shana," was conceived in me the same night that he was leaving Shana something to remember him by.

*****

Really, sometimes, even after years of being married to my wonderful husband, he still surprises me. Would you believe, an educated man like him being superstitious? It's true. Why, one night a couple of months ago, I pointed out that Shana no longer needed quite so much attention and maybe it was time to start thinking about making another baby. Josh got terribly upset, talking about how unlucky it would be to have thirteen children. I let him rant; he's so cute when he gets mad.




Girl from 'Principles'



Of course I love Josh too much the way he is to play with his mind, but he just wasn't being reasonable. I saw that I would have to "tame" him a little. When he finished ranting, I snuggled up to him and whispered, "uuusha." Fortunately, it was only his mind that was tamed; the sex was anything but. He filled my waiting, fertile pussy with his seed as always and I didn't doubt the results. Unfortunately, I forgot to "untame" him for the rest of that weekend while I was away visiting a friend. You guessed it! If you looked carefully at Maria, Consuelo, Rosa, and Lupe today, you'd see some suspiciously tight panties -- just like mine.

The End

Heroically proofread by Joshua Madden, to whom many tanks. [See, I'm hopeless withoug a proofreader.]

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Girl From The Future



This is a story about the adventures of Kara Sandborn. She was born in the 24th century in a world very different from ours in many ways. Kara was what we would call a genius by our standards. She had a photographic memory, and by the age of twenty-one had three advanced university degrees under her belt. But like most young people of any era, at twenty-one she didn't know with certainty what she wanted to do with her life.

Her parents were tired of her hanging around the communal dwelling they shared with ten relatives and close friends. They were pushing her to get some kind of serious job and move out. They loved their only child, but she really needed to get a life. So they sat her down and proceeded to have the " big talk" with her. They told her she had to choose a career and become "serious," as they put it.

After a few days of feeling sorry for herself, Kara decided to go job hunting. She came across some information on what looked like a research program whose purpose was a "first person" historical accounting of civilization. "This might be something I could really sink my teeth into," she surmised after reading the literature. She contacted the company and arranged an interview date.

As it turned out, this job had a lot more to it than Kara first thought. It was all about researching past civilizations, but the "twist" was that Kara was expected to go back physically in time and learn as much as she could about the era on which she was reporting. She would then return to the present and chronicle her findings. Kara reckoned this could be what she had been looking for, something more exciting then the usual boring day jobs.

After an extensive interview and looking over Kara's qualifications, particularly her photographic memory, she was offered the job. Training would commence immediately, and she would need to move into the company's facilities.

The next morning she was back at 8 am sharp, ready to begin her training. She learned that it was up to her to do the core research on the assignment she was given. The language would be no problem since they would implant a universal translator behind her ear. With her photographic memory, this job was a perfect fit for her. She would mingle with the natives, learning all she could about their customs and the status of their civilization. When she returned she was to report all of her findings.

The three week training session was gruelling but Kara got through it. Each night she went through a manual of conduct and rules, which to her seemed endless and detailed. She had them all memorized by the end of the three weeks.

She was to be given only one critical tool, the PC-20. This devise was the only technology she was allowed to take back in time. If she lost that item she would be stuck in that era for the rest of her life. Without it, a search team would not be able to find her.

The PC-20 truly was a marvel, even in the 24th century. Very small in size, it had been installed into a beautiful antique locket and attached to a chain to be worn around the neck. Kara was taught a few of the operating basics, and then it was up to her to become familiar with the functions installed in it.

The PC-20 was the tool she would use to travel back and forth in time. She would be able to materialize anything she would need on her assignment, from clothes to food and even money and diamonds. Once activated, a voice command was all that was needed to operate it. A small microdot on the locket served as a camera, recording everything in its sight path for playback once Kara returned from her assignment. 

After spending another few days getting familiar with the people she would be working with as well as her new home base her training neared its end. (I just can't wait to have my first assignment. I wonder where it will be? Oh Gods, it could be anywhere in time!) Her imagination went wild thinking of all the possibilities.

Finally, she was given her first assignment. Reading it over-hurriedly, she learned that she was to travel back to the 21st century; to 2013, to a place called London England. She vaguely recalled reading of London, but she was unsure where it was on the planet. All the names of the countries had changed after the Great Upheaval.

Her task was simple for her first mission; she was to become familiar with the way people lived and their attitudes toward a variety of topics. There were plenty of documents still existing from that era but the mandate of the project was to gather information directly with the chosen subjects. Kara learned she was to be there for two days, after that she would transport herself back to her time for her initial report. It was in reality a test assignment to see if she had the wits to think on her feet and adapt to unforeseeable situations. She would either sink or swim.

If things didn't work out right, meaning if she didn't make it back in two days, the PC-20 would self destruct and the company would assume the worst. (In actuality the company would go to great lengths to try and find her and retrieve her, but she wasn't told that.) 

As she walked back to her room, Kara reflected, "This isn't going to be as easy as I first thought, but I know I can do it. I was made for this job. I can't believe this is really going to happen." She knew it could be very dangerous and it felt very much as though she had no one to rely on but herself. 

Kara was to report the next morning at 9:00 a.m., ready to go, sharp mentally as well as physically and wearing the style of clothes popular in the year 2013.

When Kara awoke the next morning, she wished that she had done more research. But she just shrugged, reckoning she could pull it off anyways. She had a hearty breakfast, dressed and went to the launch room. Where she was met by a technician by the name of Lor.

Glancing up at her from his workstation his eyes went over her outfit, " Are you sure you're dressed for the right era?" Looking down at herself she replied, " Of course I am, let's just do this."

He programmed the coordinates and once they were set, he signalled her to step onto the platform. As she did this she mentally checked to make sure she had all she needed, the PC-20 and what she thought was the right outfit. Then she closed her eyes, "I'm ready."

The trip in time took no time at all. 

When Kara opened her eyes, she found she was on a road at night and it was raining. " Now this certainly isn't what I had in mind when I took this project on," she thought. Sighing, she looked around and saw a glow in the sky, indicating a city. She started to walk in that direction, hunching down to try and keep warm.

About twenty minutes later Kara heard an unfamiliar noise. Looking around she saw some lights headed towards her. She put her hand in front of her face, trying to shield her eyes and see what was coming. Since she was in the middle of the road, the thing slowed down and stopped.

Kara was too astonished to even get over to the side of the road. This was one of those ancient vehicles known as a car, and it was in running order, a fact she found amazing! She walked up to it all the while looking it over. It made a humming noise unlike anything she had ever heard before. She knew that there was a group of hobbyists back in her era that had these antique motor vehicles and they kept them in working operation. The group was highly regulated and were only allowed to operate them in a designated area because of the pollution they were known to emit. You had to have a special license to even own one of them. 

A window located on the side of the vehicle went down and a man inside the vehicle leaned her way and asked, "Do you need a ride?" She replied, "Oh can I? I mean, yes, I do indeed need a ride." She could see that he was in his late twenties, with curly light brown hair and a kind face. He was flashing a wide smile at her. He was quite handsome and from what Kara could see, he had a trim, athletic build.

She waited for his next move, he finally said, "Well, come around to the other side and get in, by the way, don't drip too much on my new leather seats."

As she walked around to the side he had indicated, she thought, (Leather seats! Like in animal skins! I really am in the far distant past.) When she came around the side she stopped and waited for him to give her instructions on how to open the car. He finally leaned over and opened the door saying, "Get in before you catch pneumonia!"

Kara was doing some fast thinking as she slid into the seat beside the guy. She had to pretend that she knew all about cars, but it was hard to keep her face casual. He smiled and said, "My name is Ryan. What are you doing alone out here at night in the rain? You look like a drowned rat." Chuckling, "Here take my sweater and get yourself warm."

Kara replied, "Nice to meet you Ryan, my name is Kara, and thanks for giving me a... ride." She took the sweater and wrapped it around herself, meanwhile thinking up some excuse for being out there all alone. Finally she said, "My lift was late picking me up, so I decided to walk. I didn't expect it to start to rain. By the way, where are you heading?"

"I'm going home, I live in London. Are you headed that way? I could drop you off anywhere you would like."

By this time he had a chance to look Kara over and he liked what he saw. She was dressed rather oddly, like from the 70s but off somehow, she was a looker, that was for sure. Kara had done a very quick search on clothing styles and had come up with a red mini skirt, and a tight tube top. She had been so focused on the styles that she had completely overlooked the material of her garments. Her skirt and tube top were both made of a very thin and very clinging material which were favored by the young women of her era. Her nubile build and her generous breasts filled out her garments provocatively. Her dark brown hair was half way down her back and looked nearly black from being wet. As it was she was out of style by only around 40 years. Lucky for Kara, in 2013 London, styles were very flexible. 

Ryan waited for Kara to answer him and when she didn't, he shrugged his shoulders, "Lets get going." He waited. They both looked at each other for a long minute. Ryan fianlly said, "This is a new car, and it won't start until you have your seat belt connected."

Kara looked around wondering, (A belt, what on earth is he talking about? I am not wearing a belt.) She decided to lift her eyebrow and just stare at him. Rolling his eyes he finally leaned over, grabbed her seat belt and buckled it in. "Oh! I knew that," she lied, looking out the side of the window she felt a sharp surge of panic in her stomach.

She realized now that this experience wasn't going to be as easy as she had first thought. She was going to have to be on her toes at all times.

Ryan shook his head and drove towards the distant city. "You must be new around here? Where exactly are you from?"

Kara turned and looked at him, "Why do you say that?" She knew she had to keep calm, and not talk too much. Now, even more than before, she wished she had done her more thorough research. Her hand felt for the PC-20, just touching it made her feel better. As long as she had that, she could get through anything. 

Evading his question, "So, where are you taking me now? I would like to get to know you better. What your life is like and what are your views in general."

Ryan took his eyes off the road long enough to have another look at this very strange but beautiful girl. His eyes kept straying to her long legs; they seemed to go on forever. He briefly considered the possibility that this provocative beauty might be a working girl, given her skin tight skirt and top. But her face seemed incapable of guile, so he dismissed that notion. He thought to himself, "Why not go along with what she wants, it just might turn out very interesting." He smiled at her and replied, "How about we go to a pub I know, have a couple of drinks and I will then answer any questions you may have. What do you say? I know a nice place that I think you would really like."

Relieved Kara smiled back at him and replied, "Oh yes, I would like that very much." She sat back and enjoyed her first car ride. The scenery was so very different from what she was used to back in her time. For one thing, you could go for miles and miles without seeing another human being. Extraordinary!

In no time they came to the outskirts of London. Kara saw many people coming and going, the activity and the newness of this world had her disoriented. She asked Ryan, "Where are all these people going?"

He told her it was at night that London really came alive. "Are you sure you're not a "newbie"?"

Lifting her eyebrow again, she replied, "Noobie? What is that? I am certainly not a noobie whatever that is; are you being insulting?"

Ryan said, "Whoa, now! I never meant to insult you, do you even know what a newbie is?" When she hesitated, he told her it was someone who was brand new to a region or country. "You are kind of touchy aren't you? Just relax; I'm not a bad sort of guy."

By this time, they had arrived at the pub. Ryan found a parking place and got out of the car, pausing to look at Kara. After waiting for a minute, he realized he had better go around and help her out of the car. Opening the door, he reached over her lap and undid the seat belt. Kara watched him, making sure she would be able to do it herself from then on, or for as long as she was in this time period. 

As she got out of the car she saw him roll his eyes, which didn't sit well with her. Frowning, (If he wasn't so good looking as well as helpful, I would walk away right now, besides he'll make a good subject to study.)

They walked across the parking lot and went into the pub. It was pretty crowded and dimly lit, with loud music blaring from the over sized speakers on the walls. After being seated near the dance floor Kara had a chance to look around. The music was loud and even though it was old fashioned, it had a driving, commanding beat to it. There were a lot of people dancing. "Fasinating!" she thought.

"This is nice. I think you're right, Ryan, I am going to like this what did you call it?...pub." Looking at the table she asked, "Is this table made of real wood?" Ryan again just looked at her.

A waitress came around and asked what they wanted to order. Ryan told her he would like a pint of bitters and then waited to see what Kara wanted. "I'll have the same thing, please." She smiled at the waitress and was rewarded with a smile and a wink from the attractive redheaded waitress.

When their drinks arrived, Kara watched as Ryan took a big swallow and smacked his lips saying, "Now that was just what I needed." Kara laughed and attempted to do the same thing. But when she did, her eyes bugged out followed by gasping and coughing. "What on earth is this stuff? It's just the worst thing I have ever tasted."

Ryan laughed, "Now I know you aren't from these parts, everyone knows what bitters tastes like around here. Let me order you some white wine, that should be more to your liking." He called the waitress over and ordered Kara a glass the house white wine.

After tentatively tasting the wine she found it much better and started to smile and watch the people enjoy their evening. She asked Ryan about his life and was able to get quite a lot of information without having to talk very much about herself.

By closing time, Ryan and Kara had settled into a pleasant buzz provided by the drinks they consumed. Ryan could see that Kara was in a very mellow mood so he asked her if she would be interested in coming back to his place, saying he had some very lovely wine he wanted her to sample. She was happy to accept his offer. As it turned out she liked the wine from this era very much. It tasted a lot different than anything she had tried in her time, most of which was non-alcoholic.

When she got up, the room started to spin and Ryan quickly gave her a helping hand. She really was a little more then tipsy. They got to his car and he put Kara in, buckling her up, "Are you going to be okay? I can take you home if you want, or do you still want to sample my wine?" He grinned at his own words.

She looked up with a silly grin of her own, "I would love to sample your wine, Ryan." She proceeded to relax against the seat with her eyes closed. 

Ryan, got in and drove to his flat. It didn't take long, since it was only a few blocks away. He kept looking at Kara, thinking to himself that this girl was sure a beauty, strange, but so pretty. He hoped he would get lucky tonight. He drove into the parking lot, stopped the car, and said, "Here we are."

Kara opened her eyes and smiled. She really was in a mellow mood. "Okay, I am ready to taste your special wine now." Her hands searched for the belt buckle. As she fumbled for it, Ryan reached over and unclasped it for her, lightly kissing her. Startled, she looked up at him lifting her eyebrow and retorted, " What did you do that for?"

He laughed and replied, "You looked very kissable, was it so bad?" Kara thought about it for a few seconds, "No, it wasn't bad at all." Satisfied with her answer, he got out of the car and came around, opened the door and gave Kara his hand. She took it and slid out of the seat. It was lucky he had offered her his hand since she otherwise would have fallen down. 

Holding her up he commented, "You really can't hold your liquor can you?" You only had a few glasses of wine."

She pushed herself off of him and replied, "Of course I can, geezz!" When she walked unsteadily towards the front door. Ryan quickly moved in front of her and opened the it. She walked on through, paused looked up at him with silly grin, "Well, which way do I go now?"

Ryan guided Kara to his apartment, unlocked the door and ushered her in. She looked around and smiled. "This is a very nice living area, and so roomy. Have you lived here all your life?"

Ryan laughed, "No, I've been here for just 3 years, but I'm thinking of getting a bigger place soon." Shaking his head, he went into the tiny kitchen to get some glasses and the wine. He called out, "Make your self comfortable, I will be right with you."

Kara walked a little unsteadily around looking at all the different things that she had only read about in the history archives. The furniture was made of all kinds of wood, something rare in her world. She touched all the things she saw. Finally she came to the book case, her eyes got big. Real paper books; something not seen by the average person of her time. Paper books were only to be found in museums and of course private collectors. She took one out and cautiously opened it carefully turning the pages reading some of the printed text. This was like being in a museum only live. Even with the wine in her system her brain was soaking up all the information she was coming across. (Well, well, it looks like Ryan is a science fiction fan.)

Finally he came back into the living room with two wine glasses and the promised bottle of wine under his arm. Setting them on the coffee table, he asked," Do you like my little place?"

Kara put the book carefully back she glanced at Ryan, "Oh yes, it's really outstanding, you're very lucky to have all this space plus you have an interesting book collection, I noticed your interested in science fiction." He patted the seat beside him and smiled, "Indeed, ever since I was a young ladd."

She walked over to the sofa and sat. He handed her a glass of wine and waited while she sipped it. Swallowing, Kara got a big grin on her face. "This is really lovely, what kind of wine is this?" She then took another sip.

Ryan told her he had got it as a Christmas present from his great Aunt Beth, and had been waiting to share it with a special person like her. She laughed at that and took another sip of wine. "This is really delicious." Her glass was going down fast now, and her whole body felt warm and fuzzy. Ryan kept refilling her glass and snuck in a few quick kisses in between.




Girl From The Future



By the time the bottle was finished, both of them were feeling giddy and light headed. Ryan leaned over Kara, wanting to get more amorous. Kara giggled, leaned back, closed her eyes and promptly fell asleep. He sat up and looked at her. Sighing, he thought that he better get a blanket for her, she was not going home tonight.

After making his guest comfortable, Ryan went to bed. He dreamed of the girl in the next room. At 7:00 a.m. the alarm went off Ryan sat up rubbing his eyes, then realized it was the weekend and he had a quest in his living room. He quickly got dressed and went to see how she was doing. Walking up to her, he saw she was still peacefully sleeping, so he decided to make some breakfast.

Kara woke up to the sound and smell of breakfast cooking. She looked around and sat up. Bringing her hand up to her head, she quietly moaned, "Oh, what a evening," Her body felt like she was still under the influence of the wine. (Geezz...I shouldn't have drank so much of it, I hope I didn't say or do anything to compromise myself.) Then she heard Ryan call from the kitchen, "Breakfast is ready; come and get it!"

"I will be right there, Ryan." She stood up, still holding her aching head and proceeded to walk to the kitchen and sat down at the table. "Oh my head hurts. I hope I didn't say or do anything I will be regretting," she thought.

Ryan brought two plates with eggs and toast. Glancing over at her, "You were a perfect lady last night, so don't worry your pretty little head about it. Here eat some food, I promise you it will make you feel a much better." Watching her eat, he offered, "If you want I have jam to go with the toast."

Kara looked at the eggs and thought, (Oh oh..., this looks like real eggs, not what I am used to at all.) Looking at them again, (I better try and get them down anyways.) She smiled and put some into her mouth. With a surprised look on her face, she said, "These are very good" and proceeded to empty her plate. Once finished, she leaned back, "That was the best breakfast I have ever had, Ryan, thank you. You were right, I do feel a lot better now."

Ryan laughed and said, "If I didn't know better, I would think you never had this kind of breakfast before."

"Oh, of course I have had these eggs and bread before, many, many times!" To quickly change the subject she asked, "What are your plans for today? Do you have to go to work?"

"No, this is Saturday. I was hoping we could spend the day together." Kara smiled at that, "I would love to do that, I want to get to know you better, how you live and what you think."

"OK, sounds like a plan. Do you need to go home for a change of clothes first?"

"Oh, no, I have everything I need in my little purse, just let me get cleaned up and I will be ready in no time at all." Ryan pointed out where the bathroom was located. Kara took her purse and disappeared. While she was gone, Ryan cleaned up the kitchen and decided to wait for her in the living room.

Meanwhile, Kara programmed her PC-20 to materialize some new clothes. She put them on after washing up, looked in the mirror, satisfied at how she looked. She was so glad she had purchased the top quality of permanent makeup. She really did look great in it. With a smile on her face she walked into the living room and stopped. "Ryan, I am ready. What shall we do today?"

Ryan just stared at her, his jaw open. Finally he said, "Kara where did you get those clothes?" She had on a new mini skirt, whose material seemed even thinner and skin tight, and that top was more of a bra than a blouse, it looked like it had been painted on her.

Now Kara knew this was one of those moments where she had to do some very quick thinking. Lifting one eyebrow, "Oh these are the same clothes from yesterday, I just turned them inside out, and made a slight adjustment here and there, and voila, new clothes. It's the latest thing. Pretty clever, right?" She waited to see if Ryan would accept this.

Being a smart man, he decided to along with her lie. "Oh yes, that is very clever. Well... what do you say about a little sight seeing first? I could show you some of the museums, churches, the parks of London, or do you have anything specific you wanted to do?"

Kara gave a sigh of relief, and replied, "All of the above sounds wonderful, Ryan." "Let's get going then," he said and ushered her out of the flat. They spent the day driving around the various sights of London.

At lunch time they ate at a small cafe. Again, Kara was surprised and delighted at the taste of natural food. It was so exciting to taste things she had only been able to read about. She tried an English dish called Toad in a Hole. This was a cooked sausage baked in a Yorkshire pudding. Kara quite liked this dish. Bubble and Squeak was another one she tried. That one turned out to be fried leftover cooked potatoes, cabbage and onions.

Ryan was a good guide, answering all of her questions about life in the city. She was able to get a lot of information. Kara was beginning to think that this first assignment was coming along quite fine. All in all, it turned out to be a very fascinating day.

By dinner time, they needed to relax so Ryan suggested they go back to his place and decide what to do for the evening. He really just wanted to be alone with her, hoping to get her into an amorous mood. Her weird manner, natural beauty, and skin-tight clothing was making him crazy. Kara agreed, it would be nice to relax, besides she had some more questions for him as well. He shook his head again. He had been doing that a lot during their day together.

Now it must be said that even though Kara was not fitting in as well as she would have liked, she still was learning how to conduct herself, and to improvise in what was, to her outlandish circumstances. So far she was pretty satisfied that she was doing as well as she was. She knew that with more time and experience, she could see herself making a career out of these trips into the past.

She also knew full well that Ryan was lusting after her, and she was not prepared to go along with it. Where she came from, coupling was just not done the same way as in the distant past. The thing was, how to avoid an eventual confrontation with his desires without losing what she thought of as a new friend. She was attracted to Ryan, and liked being with him, but something more physical at this stage was not on her agenda. Well, she would just have to, "go with the flow," she thought to herself, using one of her favorite old fashioned saying.

When they got back to Ryan's flat he said; "Would you like some wine? We can then decide what we will do for the rest of the evening."

Kara replied; "Well, just a little, thanks." She lifted her eyebrow when she saw him walk from the kitchen with another bottle of wine and two huge glasses. He sat next to her and proceeded to pour her a big glass. She took it and laughingly said, "Are you going to try to take advantage of me?"

"Only if you want me to," he smirked, and poured an equally generous portion of wine into his glass. They relaxed and enjoyed themselves, just talking. After awhile, Kara started smiling at Ryan a lot, with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. He could see that she was open to another amorous attempt on his part.

He leaned in and kissed her again, and to her surprise she returned his kiss. This was his signal to go for more. As he kissed her, his hands got busy trying to get under that skin tight top, she pulled back.

In her semi drunken state, she said, "Hey what are you doing? Where I come from, people don't do this sort of thing. It's just not done, so... stop it." She leaned back, suddenly aware of what she had just said. "I ...I mean I don't... oh, let anyone touch me, ah, well..." She covered her mouth with her hand.

Ryan sat back and folded his arms across his chest. "Continue please, Kara. Exactly what do people do where you come from?" He waited. Kara, in her present state was at a loss for words. She looked around like she was going to make a hasty exit.

Ryan saw her panic, "You can trust me, I won't tell anyone. Just tell me where you really are from. I have a feeling...it's really not anywhere on this planet." He waited for her to worm her way out of this.

Kara sat and tried to think of a plausible explanation, but couldn't. The wine had made her so mixed up. She sighed and looked up at Ryan. "Are you sure I can trust you? Because I could lose my job over this, you know." He said nothing, just kept on looking at her, waiting.

Finally Kara decided to let Ryan know just the bare essentials. Explaining she was from the future and was just here to gather information about his time. She would be going back tomorrow. As he listened, Ryan was quiet. When she finished she waited for a reaction. "You do believe me, don't you? As the seconds went by, "Say something, Ryan!" 

He sighed and replied, "Yes.... I believe you, it explains all the things you have been doing since I met you. The way you acted when eating and the look on your face at ordinary, everyday things. Yes I believe you. I have some questions though."

"I can't answer many questions. It would be dangerous for you to know too much about the future. But, go ahead and ask, I may be able to give you some kind of answer."

"OK, here goes. What did you mean when you said people don't do this sort of thing?" She looked confused, so he explained, "You know, when we were kissing and I tried put my hands under your top, you got kind of upset like you had never had that done to you before. Kara, are you a virgin?"

"Virgin? Oh, yes, virgin, one that has never had sex before, am I right?" He nodded his head. "Well, technically, I suppose I am a virgin. You see, in my time, the average person doesn't have sex with other people. We have the Stimulator for pleasure. Oh there is a small minority of people that do it like your referring to. They want to live like in the old days. But they are just a small radical group, most people shun them. In other words, they are outcasts"

Ryan frowned, "But why? Why is sex with people not done? That's the strangest thing I have ever heard of. What is this "Stimulator"?

Kara looked at Ryan, "You are having more of a reaction to our sexual practices than about the fact that I am from the future. You know that, don't you? You are one strange guy." She thought for a minute and finally said, "Mankind had some very bad sexual diseases that had broken out in the last 150 years. Our scientists could not eradicate them no matter how much they tried, so the eventual solution to it was the Stimulator." And just so you know, it does a fine job. Thanks to the Stimulator, those devastating diseases are now under control.

She then laughed. "Geez, this is getting pretty personal, you know?"

"Well, Kara, I just want to understand all this, and I think I am, but there is one thing you should know." She looked at him and raised her eyebrow. "And what would that be?"

"The fact is, it seems to me that you don't know what you are missing, that's what! But I would certainly be willing to teach you all about making love." He sat back now and waited.

Kara looked at Ryan and thought for a few minutes. "Well, maybe you can tell me more about it. I have read about the old way of coupling, but your version would be much more insightful. It would be a great addition for my report."

Ryan now frowned, "I could tell you what it feels like, but it would be much better to get first hand knowledge, you know. Come on, just try it, I know you will like it. I would be an excellent teacher." He grinned, hoping it would make them both more at ease. "I would just start by kissing you...if you don't want to go on, all you have to do is say stop, and I will. Okay?"

"Well, OK, I can see that first hand knowledge is probably best." She thought ( this really isn't what I would ever in my life would ever consider doing, but..) She glanced up at Ryan, "Yes, you may begin," she grinned.

He leaned over and softly brushed his lips against hers, taking his time. He kept this up until he could feel her responding. This signalled him to kiss her more earnestly, his tongue slipping past her lips. All the while, his fingers lightly moved from her hands, slowly up her arms, touching her skin with a light, feathery touch. He noted her reaction by the goose bumps he felt on her skin.

Kara was feeling a lot of sensations now, aware that the pleasure she was feeling was not the same as the stimulator at all. These sensations were different but yet somehow very nice, and after her initial scepticism that Ryan could indeed provide pleasure, she was now aware that her breathing was accelerating and the pit of her stomach felt all fluttery. It felt strange but she was beginning to enjoy it very much. She broke the kiss and looked at him saying, "I like this, show me more, please. I have never felt like this before. This is...nice."

Ryan smiled and leaned in again, and this time ran his tongue around her lips. The response was that she opened her mouth just a fraction, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue in. He pulled her closer now, their bodies touching, he felt her shiver.

As he continued, she let out a low moan, and put her arms around his neck, pulling herself against him. His cock was coming to life, pressing against the fabric of his jeans. As he kissed her, he now felt her hardened nipples against his chest, making him moan. His body responded like it was on fire, but he knew he had to go slow with her. He fought against going too rapidly, enjoying the slow build-up of their shared passion.

His right hand slowly worked its way to her shoulder, neck, and throat; he could feel her skin heating up. He gently cupped her breast and could feel her beating heart. When she didn't protest, he started to knead it firmly, working towards the hardened nipple, which seemed to be begging for his attention. Her body trembled as he fondled her breast, rubbing her nipple through the sheer material.

Kara was in a state she was totally unfamiliar with. It was as if her body had taken control over her mind. She had no will of her own any longer, she was just reacting to whatever Ryan decided to do to her next. She felt a warmth and an ache between her legs unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

Between his kissing and his gentle fondling of her, Ryan had Kara on fire. He slowly but firmly pulled her top off over her head, revealing her perfectly shaped breasts. His mouth left her lips and traveled down her neck to the pulse in the throat. She trembled as both his hands massaged and finally took her hardened nipples between this thumbs and fingers, rolling them and then pulling softly on them.

"Oh, Ryan!' She cried out. Her hands wandered over his shoulders and chest, instinctively moving lower to the bulge in his pants. Her hands found his hardened member and she gasped, frantically rubbing him through his jeans.

His mouth traveled down her throat to the curve of her right breast, working his way to her hardened nipple. His tongue circled around the areola, teasing it with his tongue.

His lips gently clasped on her nipple as his free hand moved down her stomach and onto her naked thigh.

She gasped out loud now, whimpering his name. "Oh Ryan, don't stop." He suckled at her breast harder, as his hand squeezed her thigh and lifted her skirt. Sliding his hand towards her increasingly heated pussy, he cupped it and moved two fingers to her slit. She was soaking wet.

He lifted his head up, looked at her eyes, and growled, "Do you want me to stop?"

"Noooo, please don't stop now...," she gasped, breathlessly. He looked into her eyes, "Tell me what you want then, Kara."

Breathing heavily, Kara could only moan, "Ryan, I don't know, I just....have an... ache. Do something!" This is all he needed to hear, he slid his hand under her panties feeling how swollen and very wet she was now. Parting her lips, his fingers moved up and down her slit, then zeroed in on her clit. It was hard and slick with her juices, and as his fingers touched it, she reacted by moaning louder.

Ryan continued to use his fingers to full advantage, until he felt she was ready to be entered. He knew by her reactions that she was very close to climaxing for him. Easing one finger into her into entrance, he now stroked slowly stroked her.

She cried out "Oh Gods, Ryan....Ummmmmm." Her head began rolling back and forth. He put two fingers in and rubbed her clit with his thumb, all the while continuing to kiss her moving his tongue in and out of her mouth to the rhythm of his fingers. Her breathing became erratic as she began to cum for him. Her body convulsed and shook with the most intense climax of her young life. She cried out his name over and over again.

Finally she lay back, exhausted, trying to catch her breath. After a few minutes she smiled up at him whispering, "Oh my god, but that was intense. I had no idea it could be that good!"

"I'm not finished yet, are you ready for the next lesson?" Ryan grinned.

Kara looked at him, "I think so, yes, if it's anything like I just experienced."

Ryan proceeded to slide her panties off and got her to lay back onto the sofa, getting down between her legs. He pushed her shirt up and took a deep breath of her pussy and cum. It was glorious. He kissed the swollen l ips first, then started to lick and suck all the juices her body was producing. In no time he had her whimpering again.

He got up and quickly shed his clothes, all the while looking into her eyes. Moving between her legs, he kissed her deeply and asked, "Are you ready? If you liked what I did earlier, you're going to love this." He guided his diamond hard member up and down Kara's slick lips and stopped at her hot, steamy entrance. He slowly pushed his way into her just a little bit at a time and waited for her reaction. She gasped, and her eyes went huge. Looking at him entering her slick slit, she cried out, "More, Ryan....more, please....More!"

Ryan was sweating now, trying to keep from just ramming his rock hard cock all the way into her in one thrust. He wanted to fuck her better than she had ever expected, she was so slick and wet that his cock just slid steadily in until the head met some resistance, which he assumed was her hymen. Pausing, he was about to ask her if he should continue, but her hips began bucking urgently underneath him, and the resistance was gone. Now he was completely sheathed inside her. The walls of her pussy were so very tight, he could feel her muscles clenching him as he moved in deeper.

Once he hit bottom, he grinned and said, "Get ready, here we go."

Pulling his cock almost all the way out, he paused and then thrust back into her heated love tunnel. He got a nice in-and-out rhythm going. She felt incredibly good to him as he continued. Catching on, she started to thrust back up at him on his down stroke, purring like an alley cat in heat. "This is called "fucking" in this time, Kara" he whispered.

"I love it," she said. "I love fucking!"

Kara started to whimper as the tension built higher and higher. Her body started to shake uncontrollably as she melted into another shattering climax. She screamed out his name as it overtook her. This spurred Ryan into pumping faster and harder, pushing him over the edge into his own explosion. He groaned loudly as he felt his balls tighten, finally releasing his cum deep into her hot, grasping pussy. She scratched at him, her head whipping back and forth, incoherent sounds coming from her mouth.

He collapsed momentarily onto her sweat-soaked body before shifting her over and onto his body. They both lay there, gasping for breath. Finally, they looked at each other and laughed.

"Ryan, that was the greatest experience of my life! I had no idea coupling could feel like this." She laid her head on his chest and sighed, still shaking from the afterglow of their love making.




Girl From The Future



Ryan, smiled, "I don't want to brag, but I knew you would like it. Now, tell me about your famous stimulator machine. I'm curious."

"Well, you attach the device to your temples and just turn it on. As far as I understand, it stimulates the pleasure center of the brain, it really does feel good, but ...not anything like what I just felt with you. The pleasure from the Stimulator is all in your head; People do rub their skulls when they use it. Given a choice, I think I would have to go with the old fashioned way." She grinned, a sleepy look on her face. She yawned and held him closer to her.

Ryan was sleepy himself so he suggested they take a short nap. It was agreed, and soon the both of them nodded off.

A few hours later they woke up and Ryan poured her some more wine and suggested that they spend the rest of the night in his bed, so he could continue to teach Kara about making "real" love. She was very keen to learn all about it. After all, "It was for the research value it represented." She laughed with mischief in her eyes. The rest of their night was occupied with Kara's living history lesson, which was punctuated with her gasps, squeals and screams.

Before they knew it, the sun was coming up and Kara knew that her time was drawing near for her to be leaving. They slowly got up and showered, then as Ryan made breakfast Kara finished preparing for her trip back.

They were both sad as the time for her departure approached. Ryan thought he would never see her again. Kara was thinking the very same thing. Their last meal was a silent and sad affair. It finally came time for her to go.

Kara told Ryan that she was so glad to have met him and thanked him for the information especially for the coupling experience, she would never, ever forget him.

He gave her one last lingering kiss.

"Thank you for teaching me all about making love, Ryan....", she smiled up at him, and then she was gone.

He stood looking at the place she had just been standing, sighed, and smiled.

The end, or is it? 



Girl Fur



Sherry Eldridge walked quickly to her office on the third floor of the Palm Beach Towers II where Prism Designs' home office suites were located. She had several tasks to accomplish before she went to Marla Stanton's home to pick her up for their trip out to the airport. Marla's daughter, Virginia, was returning home from the university in Texas, and she wanted Sherry to meet her.

From her pictures, shared telephone conversations, and letters, Sherry assessed the young woman as being quite a remarkable person, certainly one of the most beautiful she had ever seen, and definitely the joy of Marla's heart. She and her friend had been lovers for the past year, and the latter had described Virginia's background early in their relationship, the fact that she was a shemale, and that mother and daughter had also entertained an intimate relationship for some time.

In contrast to what this may have generated in some people, an uneasy hostility and jealousy, Sherry found it intensely exciting and interesting. She also discovered that as Marla showed her Virginia's pictures; as she spoke with the college student by phone once when a call came in from Texas and she and Marla had passed the night together; as she thought about it...well, she noticed a secret desire growing within her heart for this remarkable lady she was soon to meet.

Sherry unlocked her office, pressed the switch on the coffeemaker, and soon smelled the full aroma of hazelnut coffee; she had left the door open to allow that delicious smell to make its way down the hall. Each morning friends came by, with twenty different reasons having nothing to do with the coffee, of course. But they always ended up staying to drink a cup of it or carrying it back to their own offices. 

She stopped before her mirror on the back of the door...just to check. She wore one of Prism's newest designs, a navy pinstripe business suit with a jacket over a short fitted skirt, a high-neck sweater of Rhyce Bennett's sensual design, and matching black leather high heels with a comfortable strap that made walking and standing in an airport so much more comfortable. Her smooth legs were bare. The dark colors contrasted perfectly with her lovely pale skin, accentuating her curves and muscular legs.

She removed the jacket and gazed with growing sexual arousal at the close-fitting light gray sweater that felt as if it were a caress upon her torso. The long sleeves seemed to make love to her arms and shoulders with the soft fabric. Below the high, rolled neck the sweater was completely cut away, the fabric encircling her breasts and nestling underneath their white bulk to complete the remainder of the garment. Her gorgeous white globes with their hard pink nipples were full and slightly pendulous. Sherry turned to face her image; her breasts jostled against each other, quivering as if they were warm custard. The erotic display of pale flesh combined with her long auburn waves, her bright red lipstick and long nails with matching nail polish to produce a stunning visual effect.

She would fasten the button of her jacket today as she went out with Marla to meet Virginia at the airport. But her luscious curves would be visible, she knew, and with each movement part of her would be exposed for those who caught the view when it happened. The two she most desired to arouse were her lover and her lover's gorgeous daughter. If only Virginia would come to feel the same about her.

Sherry chose to relax for a moment in a loveseat near her office window before she went down to her Mustang and drove to Marla's. For the first time since leaving home she was aware that she wore nothing beneath the short skirt. The fabric did not stretch or wrinkle; rather, as she sat and slightly parted her legs, the skirt was simply unable to cover her shapely thighs and ass. Her pussy was smooth and without fur save for the puff of auburn curls above her clitoris. Even with her legs crossed any observer could see that she was bare.

She was more excited that she realized, for when she touched herself delicately, her finger came away with a sticky residue. She had cummed lightly, deliciously. Her cream lingered on the inner surfaces of her vagina, only a tiny portion escaping to her outer lips. She touched her moist labia once more, then watched as a tiny thread of cream hung between her thumb and third finger when she held them up to examine her emission. She decided to leave her stickiness there rather than dab herself with a small napkin. 

As she walked she would feel that silky smoothness from the cream; it was a luscious, delicious feel that made her want to taste it, to touch herself, to have someone else see her. At times such as this, Sherry wished that she had had her clit pierced for a ring; she would wear a small pendant tipped with the diamond that Marla had given her. She grew restless as she thought of how those pearls and jewel would appear beneath a short skirt. 

Sunlight glittered from a car window in the parking lot, bouncing a silver glare from the ceiling. She turned to look out the window, then felt coolness on her bottom. She touched herself and realized that when she moved in that fashion, she was completely uncovered. Her curvy ass and vagina were open to view. The fact was that her skirt was so short that from almost any position her femininity was on display. 

Just as erotic was the fact that when she sat down she was completely bare on the object. She giggled as she thought that very likely she would leave moisture. As excited as she was, she would be wet most of the time, anyhow, even when she was concentrating on other things. 

When Rhyce Bennett designed women's clothing for sensuality it would be risqué as well as stylish, for starters, she thought. Many of Prism's most popular designs were simply revealing and erotic, even when worn in a business setting. But then, that was what was driving the company's popularity through the roof.

This time she sensed the soft movement of stickiness in her pussy. Dear, heavens, she thought, if I touch myself, I'll cum again. She summoned every atom of self control to resist spreading her legs in a most unprofessional fashion and feathering her wet lips until she had serious contractions. 

This heroic effort worked, but barely. And just as well, too, for Maria Carter, Jack Lightner and Lorraine Martinez streamed through her office door in what seemed to be a determined effort to make three physical objects fit into the same space at the same time. Jack was first and caught a glimpse of her open thighs before she stood and tried to compose herself. He smiled in his engaging fashion, winked at her as an acknowledgement of her loveliness, then stopped short at the sight of her bare chest in the open-breast sweater. 

"Whoooeee," he complimented her softly. "I knew Rhyce had completed that, and we had shipped them to the west coast and here, but I haven't seen one yet. You are beautiful. And I swear, Sherry, if you take off that jacket outside, people are going to die in traffic in great numbers!"

Sherry laughed at his admiration and felt the earnestness in his compliment. The women were staring at her with envy.

"What?" she asked with a giggle.

"You are so sexy, you make me want you...and I'm happily married," burst out Lorraine. "Ooops, 's'cuse me. I'm being my usual blunt self," laughed the forty-year-old mother of three."

"You know, you wonderful woman," responded Sherry, "you should talk. You wear Rhyce's and Janet's designs with a vengeance. And you must be one of the sexiest broads in this building...look at you right now!"

Sherry walked toward her with a mock serious expression on her face, an act that she could not hope to pull off for more than a few seconds. Then she broke out in a horse laugh and embraced Lorraine who held her tightly in return.

"I love that lacy bra underneath that transparent blouse. Lorraine, you are beautiful." With that Sherry lifted her friend's hands and held them to her bare breasts. A glance of interest flickered between them, then Jack objected.

"Hey, do we all get to share in this, or is there real favoritism in this office?"

Sherry whirled on her friend, put her hands on her hips, and scowled. Then, again, she broke into a laugh as she hugged him, too. And likewise, she held his hands to her naked flesh.

"Do you really like this, Jack, or is it tacky?"

"It is perfect for you. The fabric is sexy, the design is going to get you arrested, and you have gorgeous tits. There! I feel better, already," he said. "I'll never wash my hands again." He turned, waved over his head and left the room...with his mug of her hazelnut coffee.

"Gotta go," spoke up Lorraine. "Thanks, Dear. When I need a pick-me-up, can I come back for more?" She departed.

Maria Carter was twenty-two, their newest employee, and still somewhat reluctant to take part in their familiarities. She had shiny, raven hair swept back in a ducktail style that attractively framed her oval face and emphasized her broad smile. She had a very slight but intriguing lisp and the muscular development of arms, shoulders and back that bespoke a serious exercise program. And she had the most beautiful growth of dark hair on her body.

Sherry smiled at her as these thoughts raced through her mind. Maria worked with Rhyce as her design associate, and despite her young age she was very talented. Rhyce had told her once from a conversation with Maria that the young woman had decided as a teen to cease shaving her body hair. At that time it was one of those jags on which the young wandered off, if for no other reason than to aggravate those about them.

She paid the expected price of some ridicule, putting up with names such as 'Hairball,' 'Fuzzball,' 'Attila the Hairy,' and other endearing remarks teens seem to be so skilled at aiming toward anyone not part of their herd. Because she had a tougher hide than most teens and was an excellent lacrosse player, she had the means with which to compensate for this pestering.

College was a much more accepting environment for women who enjoyed their fur. And she had developed a truly impressive growth. When Rhyce brought the young woman through the offices of Prism Design on an introduction tour, Sherry noted immediately and was quite aroused by Maria's appearance. She was lovely; and her hair created a sensuality that struck many who observed her. Sherry was definitely one of those.

Sherry recalled that when she met her Maria was wearing a high-neck white sleeveless sweater, the one she had on now, in fact. The extraordinary growth of black hair in her armpits bushed out from under her pretty arms. As Sherry greeted her, she saw that the girl had an unusually heavy growth of hair in front of her ears, growing down her jaw line and out onto her cheeks. The hair was so long, in fact, that she brushed it back over her ears, almost concealing them. A light feathering of darkness covered her upper lip, increasing her sensuality, and a heavier than usual growth of hair covered her forearms.

Maria had worn one of Rhyce's houndstooth miniskirts that revealed a goodly portion of her shapely thighs. She wore a very light pair of seamed stockings, and her outfit was set off by high heels of an attractive but subdued style. In addition to her lush growth of underarm foliage displayed perfectly by the high neck sleeveless sweater, Sherry noticed that her legs were quite hairy. Sherry was silently rattled by a burst of sexual desire as she thought of what had to lie just out of sight, concealed by the short skirt.

Inward silent embarrassment mixed with excitement in Sherry as she stared at the young woman's unabashed display of her body hair. I have to know what's under that skirt, she thought...

The sound of Maria chuckling and clearing her throat brought Sherry back to the present. The young woman then walked lazily over and put her arms about Sherry, making sure she exerted gentle pressure against those naked curves.

"I know what you're thinking about, and the answer is, yes, I had a lacy thong on under that skirt the first time we met. I didn't dare walk in here naked then...as I do now. You people are the most undressed dressed people on the East Coast of the USA. And I'm becoming just like you." She laughed brightly and her eyes sparkled.

Maria lifted her face in expectancy, and Sherry kissed her softly. She raised her hands to place them on the young woman's furry cheeks and threaded her fingers through the long facial hair that swept back into Maria's ducktail hairstyle. In casual response, the girl cupped Sherry's breasts and toyed with her nipples.

Following Rhyce's introduction, Sherry had invited Maria to coffee at the end of the day. On the waterfront patio of Simon's Porch downstairs they laughed and became better acquainted. The time had proven so enjoyable that they repeated it at least once a week. 

As they became friends, Sherry developed a closeness with her younger friend that she did not have with anyone else of that age. Finally, almost at Maria's urging, they became intimate during one Friday when both had snuggled into Sherry's condo during a particularly foul weather weekend. 

The two were already fast friends; they developed a strong sexual intimacy as well. Though each dated other men, they made love at least twice a month and dated periodically. Eventually, Sherry told Maria of Marla's friendship and their long relation. Sherry was, frankly, very surprised when Maria responded that it did not affect her desire for her older friend in the least.

Sherry decided to invite her to accompany Marla and herself to the airport to meet Virginia. She wanted to introduce her to her friends, and to be honest, she was aroused by Maria's gorgeous crop of underarm hair; she wanted to stare at it. 

Oh, for heaven's sake, she thought. I've got a fetish about hair. And I've never seen anything like Maria. The thing I find so sexy, aside from how long and black and thick it is is that she's so natural about it. She's proud of it. I love touching her.

Sherry colored slightly at this as she felt her breasts gently bounced by the young woman before her. 

"I want you to go with me to meet my dear friend Marla and her daughter who's coming in from Texas. She's in her last year of college and plans to stay here. I was hoping you might want to go with me...."

Sherry trailed off into silence. She anticipated the day with Marla, that was exciting enough. The possibility that Maria might figure into their plans was absolutely delicious. A tiny electric buzz shot through her abdomen and parts below that. 

"Sherry, you don't have a thing to worry about. Of course I want to go."

Sherry had never seen such an expanse of underarm hair, not on a man, and certainly not on any woman she'd ever known. It grew in black profusion and as she moved her bare arms, the hair glistened beneath them.

She put her arms about Sherry's neck and kissed her deeply. Before she even thought of her action, Sherry reached upward to grasp a tuft of underarm fur with each hand. It was soft, long, and slightly curly.

"Ooohh...my but that feels good!" whispered Maria.

"Come on, let's go or I'm headed for trouble."

"Only if you promise me that you'll examine me more thoroughly in the near future," she laughed with an expectant gleam in her eye.

If you had the slightest idea how sexy that slight lisp of yours sounds, you'd run for the hills, girl. I've got to stop this here at the office.

"Maria, I have ulterior motives in wanting you to meet Marla and Virginia. You will enjoy them immensely and they, you. Both you and Marla are intimate parts of my life; I want you to know each other."

"And I want very much to know them." Maria struck a pose she knew Sherry liked. She stood sideways to the older woman, her back straight with good posture, her breasts thrust out, her arms naturally straight, and her close-fitting light gray slacks displaying her tight butt. Sherry stared at her chest and the thicket of hair curling from under her arms.

"Sheeesh...," she muttered with a smile. "Let's go." Her young friend laughed.

****

The two women walked toward Callaghan's Airport Restaurant, looking for Marla as they ambled along. Finally they spotted her; actually, Maria saw her first and waved. Marla smiled broadly and energetically flapped both arms when she saw Sherry and her friend.

Marla hurried over, her arms out to embrace her friend. 

"Mmmm...if I unbuttoned that jacket, what would I find, Darling?"

"The jugs you've sucked and kissed and played with, Marla. Why, what else would you expect?" she whispered in her friend's ear.

Maria did not feel left out, for already Marla had reached her hand toward the girl, beckoning her near. Maria had quickly sized up Virginia's mother's appearance. Marla wore a white string top cropped just above a short denim skirt. The bare midriff that did show revealed gentle curves of abdominal muscles that she recognized as a virtual badge of those who work out. The woman's legs were likewise muscled and without hosiery. She wore white heeled slip-on shoes that elevated her slightly, causing her calf muscles to cord in a sensual fashion.

What have you got between those sexy legs? she asked silently. She did feel sexy in her white sweater and tight slacks. Sherry had fastened her jacket, but her full, pale breasts jiggled deliciously as she moved. Maria was unable to separate recent memories of their lovemaking as she extended her hand to Marla. She sensed a delicate stirring between her thighs.

"Marla, I want you to meet Maria Carter from our office. She is a very close friend and associate of mine, though she works with Rhyce. She wants to meet Virginia, too."

"I'm so happy to meet you and have you as a part of our little committee here," smiled Marla as she opened her arms to embrace the girl. "I hope you don't mind...I just automatically hug my friends, and you are now one."

Maria returned her embrace and was aroused by the light touch of the older woman's tongue as it slithered between her lips.

"Thank you," she whispered in Marla's ear. "I really like that."

As they turned, the passengers on Virginia's flight began to trail into the lounge. Midway through the small parade a cascade of golden wavy hair presaged the arrival of the object of their attention. Virginia walked directly toward them, her red lips open in a broad smile. 

Maria stood speechless as the gorgeous woman neared her.

"Marla, Sweetheart!" She and her mother hugged tightly, then they kissed. Maria and Sherry noted the flash of each woman's tongue entering the other's mouth and glanced at one another.

She quickly turned to Sherry, kissed her in the same fashion, thanked her for her presence, then turned to Maria. The young woman suddenly realized that her heart was threatening to pound its way through her chest.

"Hi...I'm Virginia," Marla's shemale son said brightly.

"Virginia, this is Maria Carter, Sherry's friend and now ours."

"Hello, Virginia. I really am glad to meet you," she responded. "You are simply gorgeous, I have to tell you. I hope you don't mind."

Virginia took Maria's face in her hands, raised it, and brushed her lips with a kiss. Chills raced up and down Maria's spine and her nipples hardened into buttons poking through her sweater.

"And I hope you don't mind me, either," said the tall blonde, taking her mother's hand and that of Maria as she positioned herself between the two. "Let's hit 'Luggage Claim' and we can go. I am so thankful to be here at last."

As they walked down the concourse, talking animatedly, Virginia cast envious though surreptitious glances at Maria's black thicket of hair curling from beneath her left arm. Here I am just walking into this place, she thought, and I'm faced with three of my delicious fetishes...Mom's short skirts and those legs-to-die-for, Sherry's beautiful jugs, and now this sexy Maria with that gorgeous black hair and that sensuous look about her. She quickly rolled her eyes with delight, hoping the others had not noticed.




Girl Fur



"If it's all right with you, Love, Sherry and Maria are coming over to the house with us. They may even spend the night...," and she glanced hopefully at the two women.

"I should hope so," spoke Virginia in a low, suggestive tone.

Sherry and Maria did their best to not stare at the obvious area of firmness between Virginia's legs 

They walked out onto the street-level sidewalk and were passing a low wall overlooking the underground parking lot below when shouts of anger floated up to those on the pavement. Naturally, this was too attractive for Virginia, Marla and Maria to bypass; they hurried over to the wall and, in the midst of a gathering crowd, jockeyed for position. 

Marla was successful in getting there first. She bent over the safety wall to locate the fracas below. Virginia stood behind her, deciding to not to bother struggling for a view. She and Maria at her side had another and much more erotic scene, despite the fact that nearly fifty curious people packed around them. When Marla bent over the wall, her short skirt was simply not up to the task of covering her lovely and very naked bottom. Her ass was completely bare, and since she wore nothing beneath the dress her pussy was also exposed. 

Maria, on Marla's right side, placed her hand on her back, intending to tell her quietly that she was exposed. Virginia knew her mother much better. The exposure would only excite Marla, never bother her, though it was not deliberately planned. Maria was surprised by the older woman's groan as Marla slowly turned her head to the right while bent over the wall. Her eyes closed and her mouth broadened into a smile. She let out a small gasp and her fingers became white as she gripped the concrete wall.

Maria looked down to her left and could hardly believe her eyes. Virginia had opened the front of her denims, had removed a perfectly beautiful cock, and was inserting it into her mother right there in the midst of the crowd. She was speechless.

Virginia held her hips as she would have had she simply been standing behind Marla in a crowd and vying for a view. Maria watched in astonishment as she slid into Marla's vagina and pressed home. While Marla struggled valiantly to avoid giving away their intercourse, Maria glanced about to see if anyone else was staring at this daring, erotic scene of public exposure.

No one was. Even Sherry was engrossed with the surrounding events.

Virginia, her eyes half-lidded, smiled at the girl as she continued the daring assault. Very slowly she began to withdraw that swollen, sticky penis; then she pressed in once more. As Maria stared and the crowd about them sought better views of the fight that had broken out below, Virginia masterfully thrust and withdrew from Marla's pussy. One quick glance told Maria that Marla was nearing climax.

She straightened her arms and focused her eyes ahead at the brick wall of the building. A groan escaped her. Maria watched as she began small gyrating movements with her hips, squirming in restrained pleasure at the audacity of sexual intercourse in the middle of a crowd.

As Maria watched, Virginia experienced her own orgasm. She bit down on her lower lip and closed her eyes as she came. It was all she could do to maintain the slow, deep and steady thrusting. She moved up tightly against Marla's naked bottom as she continued the intercourse. Marla finally let out a moan that caught the attention of the people to her right and left. However, they thought she was reacting to the now ugly scene below and resumed watching.

Her mother came once more. When she ceased shaking her head in private ecstasy Virginia withdrew her sticky, shiny cock and in a feat of magic replaced it inside her denims. Sherry finally realized what was occurring beside her and stared in disbelief. Virginia assisted Marla as she stood up and turned to make her way to the back of the crowd. The two stared at each other, an expression of pure hunger in their eyes.

As they made their way along the sidewalk to the steps leading down, Maria noted from behind that though Marla's miniskirt did cover her buttocks, the cream from her intercourse was making its way down the inside of her thighs. A trickle of cum glistened as it appeared below the hem of the short skirt, then Marla's thighs touched and spread the sticky fluid over her tanned flesh. Her inner thighs shone wetly.

By the time they spotted Marla's Trailblazer, Maria had accepted what she had just seen and was quite aroused. Sherry had unfastened her jacket as she walked beside Maria; the coat withdrew to the side as her breasts shook; she was exposed without embarrassment. Several travelers made their way to the stairs, first staring at her nudity, then turning to ensure they had really witnessed what they thought they saw.

With a broad and absolutely lascivious grin, Virginia opened the passenger door for Marla as Maria and Sherry got into the back seat. In the process she spread her thighs and Virginia had a perfect view of her bare, wet vagina. Once seated, the two kissed again as Marla turned toward her daughter. 

"I hope you'll...ah, forgive our public...um, shall I say...indiscretion and exposure," she remarked in a subdued voice to the two women behind her.

"Don't let it concern you in the least," shot back Sherry with a laugh. "I see it all the time! Reverse penetration in the middle of a crowd. Yep, mighty common, I'd say."

Maria, on the other hand, was quiet for a moment, then she remarked softly, "I think it was the most erotic and sexy thing I have ever seen. Ever." With that she lapsed into silence. 

They arrived at the Stanton home with no one having broken the quiet. Maria was excited, more so than she could recall for a long, long time. Though she knew the Stanton's for only the brief period at the airport, she anticipated erotic moments of unidentified thrills as she went home with them and with Sherry.

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Copyright © 2007 by Jonathan Stone