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She left a sweet taste on my tongue as her own touched it in a flickering tantalising invitation and I pursued the delicious morsel into the hot cavern that was its home. And there I was captured, all my senses overwhelmed in that churning writhing pit of lust that was her mouth. My head spun as I searched her depths for the sweet juice that having once been tasted, created in me such a voracious appetite for more. Deeper and deeper became the embrace, until breathless and shaking with arousal, we broke apart to stare wonderingly into each other's excited faces.

'I want to see you, all of you.' The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, but she smilingly held my gaze as she slowly released the cord at her waist and let the garment fall open.

My hands floated over her beautiful pert upturned breasts, feeling the softness of her skin against my fingers. I felt her shudder as I touched the hard little buds and delighted, gently touched again. 

'Now you' she whispered and raising her hands to the thin straps of my dress, slipped them down over my arms until the bodice fell in a ruck at my hips. I watched her as she licked her lips as though in anticipation as she stared at my bosom. I felt my aroused nipples pressing though the filmy lace and looking in the mirror I could share in her excitement as she and I saw them outlined so proudly as they sought to break free from their constraint.

She moved closer and put her arms around me. 'Let me Vikki, let me undress you, you're so beautiful, I want to see and touch every bit of you.' I felt her undo the clasp and slide the gauzy scrap from me and then she stood back and smiled, a warm mischievous smile. 'They're gorgeous, I sometimes wish mine were bigger, but I could snuggle into yours.'

I blushed at her words. No one had ever really looked at me like that before. She desired me and I trembled in front of her. 'Now for the rest of you, push your dress down my darling and step out of it.' 

I shivered under her gaze as I bent to obey, then stood again in my damp clinging panties and stockings. Without a word she knelt before me and began to delicately ease the sheer nylon down my thighs with slow gentle caresses of her long fingers, drawing it down over my knees and calves, raising my feet in turn as she finally freed them from the fine mesh, placing her soft warm lips against each instep before releasing it.

Reaching up, she drew away the last remaining barrier and as I stepped out of dark moist scrap, she stood again in front of me, smiling her promise of paradise. 'Now it's your turn my darling, take off the robe and undo my hair, and then we can begin.' 

The robe fell away from her shoulders almost before my trembling fingers felt its warm silkiness and she rested her face against my shoulder as I lifted my hands to her head and sought the hidden comb that held the hair in place.

'No Vikki, there's no comb, just slide your fingers into the coils then pull them out again very slowly.' 

I did as she asked, feeling the clinging warmth of the hair against my skin as I plunged deep into that glorious mass. As I slowly withdrew them I felt resistance as if my hands were trapped in the soft web, then came release as the long tresses unwound, cascading over my arms and down Roz's back. 'Oh, that feels so good.' The whisper was soft and warm in my ear to be followed by the delicious caress of a wet tongue exploring the lobe, then the sharp erotic sting of a playful love bite.

'There, look at us now Vikki, in the mirror, just like in the photograph that brought you to me.'

There in reflection, we stood. She was holding my hands in hers as if to draw me again into her arms. I looked at the images in the glass and knew that this was the moment of truth for all lovers, that almost imperceptible moment when, as one is drawn into the other, one submits and one conquers. This by some miracle of creative understanding was the image caught and frozen by the mirror.

And this was the moment for me as I let her draw me closer to the glass. 'Close your eyes my darling, it's just one more step and we'll be there.'

I did not understand her words and I did not care, I just wanted to wrap myself around her, to taste, and feel and ease the burning ache in my loins, I needed her so much. I would let her take me anywhere she wished as long as she gave herself to me and let me drown in her sweet body.

I closed my eyes and let her pull me towards her, I took another step and felt myself falling, there was a moment of intense cold all around me then it was gone and there was only the firm welcoming pressure of her sweet body against mine.

From knee to breast we were moulded together, our arms wound tightly around each other, hands like grasping talons digging deep into soft flesh as our greedy mouths drank deeply of each others sweet saliva in lascivious delight.

This fierce skirmish of lips and tongue, ravishing in its intensity, drew the strength from our bodies and slowly the fire ebbed, to smoulder deep inside us as avid hunger turned to sweet delight. Now came the soft oral caresses, the delicious trapping of pouting flesh between sharp teeth and cushioning lips as we relaxed into playful stimulation. Our bodies came slightly apart in invitation for exploring hands to discover the sensual textures of silky soft skin covering warm flesh moulded into exciting contours. Oh, we savoured each other, did this Roz and I, as she led me into her wild garden of delights.

At last she released me and whispered drowsily in my ear. 'Open your eyes my darling, and see where I have brought you.'

For a moment I thought that we were still where we had been before. There was the mirror in front of me, her body and mine gleaming in the soft light with the perspiration of lust; there behind us was the couch where she had... 

I froze and stared into the mirror. Where the couch had been was a bed, with white pillars at each corner draped with dark gauze. And on the bed was a reclining figure... 

I turned, not quite believing, but trembling with a sweet terror as I looked into those heart-stopping eyes that had first captured my soul.

It was her, this great perfect beautiful being, the angel of night, dressed only in her living garment of dark glory, weaving around her like a lustrous rippling halo, her white flesh gleaming through the dark web. One wing, half closed, was curled around her shoulders, her pale face and neck like silver against the dark feathers; the other stretched out wide as though waiting to enfold me.

Her eyes, full of the promises of unknown delights, drew me unresisting towards her while Roz urged my faltering footsteps towards my fate.

'I said you would find all the answers my darling, come and be welcomed as we promised.' 

And from the raven-haired angel a voice like warm syrup came from between her shining wet lips.

'We've been waiting so long for you Vikki my darling and now you belong to us.'

With a wildly pounding heart I took the final step and fell into the blessed darkness of her embrace. 

I knew then that I could never go back. 



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A Bachelor Party to Remember



"Why did I get engaged in the first place?" I asked myself on the morning of my bachelor party. Was it peer pressure, parental meddling, lust? 

I clearly remember thinking "Hell, I'm too young, I just graduated from Ohio State and now I'm marrying a southern bell of a classmate in The Big Easy." The wedding was two days away, my tuxedo had been rented, all the invited guests had made their travel plans, my fiancé Sybil was fluttering about dealing with last minute details, and here I was, virtually morose.

Though I didn't feel much like it, my groomsmen and some fraternity brothers using the wedding as an excuse to get drunk in New Orleans, had insisted on a bachelor party. My best man had arranged a night at a unique New Orleans style event, in a mega party center where a number of activities would be going on at the same time, and we would be in a dance hall with a number of other fun seekers.

When we got to the mega party center, we found a wedding reception going on in one hall, a corporate event in another, and a truly wild gala with rotating bands and free flowing liquor in the "Shindig Hall" that we had reserved two tables in. There were events of all types going on simultaneously in the Shindig Hall including several graduation parties, a Tulane frat party, and a bachelorette party.

I really wish that I had been in the mood because I never had seen such a collection of people reveling so joyously. I pretended to have a good time, but my conflicted heart seriously wasn't in it. 

I also was making sure not to drink. While many people can temporarily put their cares behind them by getting drunk, I know from experience it just makes me depressed. The first few times I switched tea for the scotch and sodas my groomsmen delivered to me it was a little tricky. After they were well on their way to getting drunk themselves it was easy.

After about an hour of revelry I went to the washroom and on the way back stopped in at the wedding reception. The bride and groom looked like they were thoroughly enjoying each other's company, constantly laughing, touching and hugging each other, and dancing up a storm. It made me wistful.

As I was leaving the wedding reception a woman about my age was leaving too and we bumped into each other at the door. I profusely apologized and when she looked up at me I saw that she was crying.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"No, I always cry at weddings."

"Yeah, but that's only a reception. Are you attending it?"

"No, I'm at a party in Shindig Hall."

"Me too. I'm headed back there. You can't go in with tears in your eyes you know."

"Uh, yeah. I guess you're right."

"Here, take this," I continued, handing her my handkerchief. 

By then I was starting to notice what a beautiful woman I was interacting with. She had long brown hair with red highlights, big alluring green eyes, a perfect button nose, and a sleek tight figure with a bubble butt. She also had a mystical quality about her, something I don't ever remember seeing before.

As she wiped away her tears we chatted some more, just small talk. Finally she had composed herself, flashed a coy smile and said "I'm sorry, I seem to have soaked your hanky," as she handed it back to me. I squeezed her hand around it and said "Why don't you keep it just in case you see another wedding," smiling as broadly as I could. She laughed, said "Thanks," and we walked back into Shindig Hall.

I would have liked to continue our conversation, but as soon as we got back into the party place two women ran up to her and pulled her away virtually screaming "There you are, come on, we've arranged a treat."

I hadn't gone another three steps when I got virtually the same treatment from two of my groomsmen. As I was being led away by my now officially drunk buddies, I knew this wasn't good. I tried to run when the lead singer of the band on stage at the time said "We've got a special treat for y'all tonight. We're gonna have us a wedding rehearsal. Beau and Ida Mae are getting married -- though not to each other -- in a few days and we wanna make sure they got their moves down."

"Shit, this is going to be real bad!" I said to myself as my best man and all my groomsmen pushed me up near the stage where one of the frat boys was standing with some paper towels strung around his neck as a poor imitation of a preacher's stole, and holding some papers in his hands. Was I ever right!

It seemed like the whole crowd parted on cue, forming an aisle, and as the band played some gibberish four half-wasted bridesmaids from the bachelorette part came dancing up the aisle one at a time, several flashing their undies and one flashing her tits as the crowd hooted and hollered. Then the band started playing an awful rendition of "Here Comes The Bride" as a totally embarrassed looking woman, obviously Ida Mae, holding two ugly plastic flowers, was being walked up the aisle by another frat boy with a ridiculous gray wig.

After a few steps I realized who Ida Mae was -- the hanky girl! She did a double take when she saw I was the groom.

The "preacher" made some half-intelligible, mostly lewd, comments that were barely audible over the crowd's whooping and hollering, my best man handed me a piece of aluminum foil formed as a ring which I was essentially forced to put on Ida Mae's finger, and the "preacher" yelled "Now French Kiss The Bride" resulting in absolute pandemonium in the hall.

With Ida Mae's bridesmaids pushing her toward me, and my groomsmen pushing me toward her, it was clear that we were not going to escape this. So as we were pushed together I whispered -- actually it was probably a yell to be heard over the din -- "There is no getting out of this. We might as well give them a show."

A devilish smile came over her face as she whispered/yelled back "Okay -- a real show it is!"

If it was pandemonium before, then I guess you'd call it "over the top" when we started kissing. We both put everything we had into it and stayed clinched for a good 30-45 seconds. When we finally broke we both smiled and waved to the crowd, and I picked her up and carried her down the aisle while the band played the worst rendition of "It Had To Be You" I've ever heard.

By the time we got out of Shindig Hall we both were laughing almost uncontrollably. After one last cheer from the crowd, we heard the band start playing "Shout," and no one bothered to follow us out, as virtually everyone in the hall was gyrating and singing along. I plopped Ida Mae down on a couch in the general reception area for all of the party rooms. Even many years later I remember our initial conversation almost exactly:

"I see we both have truly demented friends Ida Mae."

"My friends are wacky even when not drinking. You put a few ounces of booze in them and that is what you get."

"Well I was as embarrassed as hell and not liking it -- until the kiss that is. We really put on a show, didn't we?"

"Hell yes we did. Course it helped that I'm a great kisser."

"Hey! I'm supposed to be the one saying that, not you. 'It helped that you're a great kisser.'" [We both laughed again.]

"Thanks."

"So listen Ida Mae, I don't want to get personal, but since you're wearing my priceless ring, I will. I now understand why you were crying at the wedding reception -- it's the same reason I was almost crying there."

"You got it figured out, do you Beau?"

"Yeah. You're afraid -- just like I am -- that you're not making the right decision. You're definitely not ready to get married at all, let alone to the guy you're committed to marry because you don't see yourself being as happy with him as the bride and groom at the reception obviously were with each other."

After that exchange, while occasionally throwing good natured barbs at one another, we did have a frank discussion about our mutual apprehension. I never warmed up to anyone faster in my entire life, and I don't ever remember baring my soul to anyone else the way I did to Ida Mae. And she was as shockingly candid with me as I was with her, at one point saying:

"My fiancé can't fuck worth a damn; he can barely fit a condom on that limp dick. And he won't ever eat me out -- he thinks it's dirty and he might get some disease or something."

"You're kidding! I love, absolutely love, to eat pussy. And in my case it's the female who doesn't like it. I tried to just lick Sybil a few times and she got upset and cold: 'Na-ice Sothen Laddess donn do that.'"

"She's crazy Beau. I'm a nice southern girl and I'd give anything to get a tongue up my slit."

After a pregnant pause I got as bold as I ever have in my life.

"Listen -- I know you're going to slap me silly for this but I'm going to ask it anyway Ida Mae. How about we go somewhere and I eat you through three orgasms."

I likely flinched after I said that. But I needn't have because without even so much as a raised eyebrow, let alone hand, Ida Mae immediately shot back "So you think you can give me three oral orgasms huh, Hot Shit? You won't, but let's try."

There was a hotel a few notches above a flop house just down the street. I was as excited as a kid trick-or-treating on his first Halloween as we literally skipped and giggled our way to our room, having paid cash in advance. We didn't waste any time. We Frenched even more passionately than when we were putting on the show in Shindig Hall as we clawed each other's clothes off.

Once we were both naked I lay Ida Mae down on the bed, and with one bedside light on to help show the way, went after her lunch box. Her kitty had sparse reddish-brown hair, a shade lighter than on her head. Her pussy was a long prominent slit with puffy well-defined lips, and a pronounced clitoris jutting out from near the top of the slit. 

I was like a man dying of hunger as I dove into that glorious gash. I parted her lips like the Red Sea, then drove my tongue up her slit as far as it would go and flicked, wiggled, and twisted it with as much intensity as I could muster. It must have been enough, because virtually without even touching her clit I drove her to her first orgasm within two minutes flat!

As I gently massaged her pussy lips with my fingers, I allowed Ida Mae to come down from her high before I pounced on her clitoris. I sucked that engorged prominence into my mouth then released it, dozens of times while simultaneously finger fucking her with two fingers from one hand and massaging and lightly twisting a nipple with the other. Again her climax came quickly, more powerful than the first one, as she screamed, writhed, and bucked virtually uncontrollably.

The best was yet to come. After I again gave her time to recover as I sucked one tit, felt up the other, and kneaded her ass, I went all out in my assault. While flicking the tip of her now seemingly inch long clit with my tongue, I massaged its base with fingers of my left hand, and with the fingers of my right hand went in search of a G-spot. I was sure she had one when I encountered a rough patch about a finger's length into her snatch and she let out a long pleasure moan when I started stroking it with two fingers. 

I vigorously continued all three actions until she started begging me to stop as she squirmed and thrashed about the bed. That only spurred me on to greater activity and soon she had her third orgasm, so intense that I think every muscle in her body went rigid, including her pussy clamping on my fingers so tightly I thought she might crush them.

Ida Mae was almost incoherent for the ten minutes following her third massive climax. She kept repeating words to the effect of "Oh God what a feeling," "I never want this to pass," "Shit I never thought it could be this good," etc.

Of course by this time my dick was rock hard and my balls aching. I never needed a fuck worse in my life. Once Ida Mae rallied from her sex-induced stupor she recognized this. 

"Do you have a condom Beau?"

"Shit. No. Sybil is on the pill."

"Beau, I'd like nothing better than to fuck you, but I'm not on birth control. I don't think my limp-dicked husband-to-be could impregnate me, but just in case he's always used a condom, and I've been fitted for an IUD. But it doesn't get inserted until tomorrow."

"A day before your wedding?"

"No my wedding is in five days, this was just the right night for my party."

"Oh damn, I have the worst case of blue balls I've ever had. And you are so fucking hot. I want to fuck you more than anyone I've ever met, or even dreamt about."

"Maybe a blow job will do the trick, Beau."

With that she rolled me onto my back, straddled me with her pussy over my legs, and proceeded to suck and stroke me. While it felt really great, I was sincere in what I told her. I wanted to fuck her blind. So sexually charged I wasn't clearly thinking of the consequences, I thought maybe I could accomplish that if I stimulated her more. So I grabbed her ass and started moving her pussy over my face, which she was more than willing to assist.

Once I had her pussy over me, I started teasing the shit out of it. I would insert my tongue or a finger part way in, then pull it out and just lick her for a while, before another insertion. It had the desired effect. After a short period of time she stopped sucking, was only perfunctorily stroking, and then suddenly turned around and literally skewered herself on my flagpole. I grabbed her tightly and held her chest against mine as I proceeded to pump with all I had as she pulsated her tight pussy on my reciprocating cock. 

My pumping stopped only after we had essentially simultaneous banshee screams, I had deposited a humungous wad of cum in her gash, and she had gone completely limp, her only sounds of life being intermittent contented sighs.

I fucked Ida Mae again, doggy style, about an hour later, and in the missionary position in the middle of the night, even though cum was still leaking out of her from the previous two fucks. She ended up the night with six orgasms, and I ended up with the three best fucks of my life, before or since.

When I awoke the next morning, Ida Mae was gone. There was a note on top of my pile of clothes: "I guess we're even. I soaked your hanky and you soaked my panties. With sex like that, I almost wish the Shindig Hall ceremony had been real! Have a great life, Ida Mae."

I went through with the nuptials, but of course it didn't last. I was divorced in less than three years. I married again -- my second wife Karen was much better suited to me than Sybil-- and moved to the Washington, D. C. area.

About fifteen years after my first marriage, Karen and I were at a party hosted by one of the guys she worked with. As my wife and I were talking to the host, the hostess came up to us with two other people and said "Beau and Karen, I'd like you to meet one of my co-workers Jerry, and his wife Ida Mae."

I dropped my glass -- fortunately it was empty -- as I was met by a deer-in-the-headlights look by Ida Mae. The same Ida Mae! Except for a few lines in her face she was as gorgeous as she was when I fucked her fifteen years ago.

I remember little of the rest of the evening because all I could think about was that night in The Big Easy when I had the best sex of my life. About all I did get was that Jerry was her second husband -- she wasn't married the first time even as long as I was.

As my wife and I were getting ready to leave I went up to Ida Mae and asked for her phone number "to catch up since we really didn't have a chance to tonight."

"I'd like that," she said as she handed me her business card. Then just before she turned and walked away into the kitchen she whispered "I'd like you to meet your teenage daughter too."



A Bachelor Party



Angel put her arms around me and reached down gripping my ass cheeks in her strong hands as she started to thrust into me in earnest. I knew she was ready to come any second. Then Angel did something I couldn't believe. She pulled her long legs under us and stood up. She was standing in the middle of the room with her hands on my ass and my legs wrapped around her small waist while she thrusted into me with total abandon. She stopped kissing me so she could breathe easier and as I clung to her I realized I could see us in a mirror on the wall. Angel looked incredible! She was so beautiful standing there holding me up on those long shapely legs, and to top it off she was doing it in high heels! Watching her ass and legs move as she fucked me in the mirror was all I could stand and I started to have the most intense orgasm I had ever known. Angel started to come at the same time as I did and she pushed herself all the way into me as she began to squirt shot after shot of her hot come in my ass. 

Angel almost fell back down on the chair we had been in when we started and we both sat there gasping for breath. As soon as I caught my breath I sat up on her expecting to see my cum on our stomachs, but there wasn't any. Angel saw the confused look on my face and said, 

"You must have had a female orgasm. That's why there's none of your cum on us. I've heard of guys having them, but this is the first time I've ever given one to someone." I said to her, 

"Angel, you are incredible! I've never been with a woman who was as awesome as you!" 

"That was fun, wasn't it. You're the most eager virgin I've ever been with." she replied. 

"So," I asked, "do you think I'll be having your baby?" Angel laughed out loud and it sounded wonderful, then said, 

"Well, how about I take you home with me and we try some more just to be sure." 

"That would be great!" I eagerly replied, "Can we leave right now?" Angel looked around the room at all the guys that still were sitting around with hard ons and Angel said 

"We can't leave yet, there are too many ass holes in this room that need me to fill them first." 

Payton was moaning as she finished up with the guy whose face she had her cock buried in. This guy also threw up into the same trash can I had since Payton had the foresight to bring it along with her. As Payton stepped away from this new guy Angel motioned for me to get up off of her, which I did very reluctantly. As Angel's big cock left me I felt very empty and hollow inside which must have shown on my face because Angel said to me, 

"Each of these guys gets me once, but you get to go home with me and Payton, so hang in there for a while and then we can go home. Heck, I might even keep you for a while." With that she kissed me, then slapped me on the ass before walking over to the guy Payton had just finished with, her hard cock leading the way.



A Family Affair



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I woke up to the feeling right before I heard the sounds of a wet, sloppy blow job. I looked down and my youngest daughter was slobbering on my knob, trying to get all 9 inches of my thick cock wedged in her throat. My hand reached out and softly stroked her head.

"Oh Daddy! You're awake!" she said happily, her eyes sparkling as she plunged her mouth down around my member. I moaned loudly and rocked my hips up, trying to force more of my meat in my girl's hungry mouth.

"Oh fuck! Victoria, you and your sister are both 19 now, hell, she's almost twenteeeee," I managed to get out before she started sucking my knob harder, working the head vigorously and using her saliva on my spit coated rod for lubrication as her hand became a blur on my dick.

"Oh, I know, Daddy, but it always makes your cock throb when you hear us call you 'Daddy,' doesn't it, Daddy," she said, giggling and went back to sucking my dick. She was right, I loved it when she talked dirty to me like that. Her other hand went to playing with my balls and between her hand stroking my dick, her mouth sucking it, and that new addition, I came in no time at all.

"Bran, Vicky! Supper time!" I heard my wife's voice emanate from the kitchen.

"Coming, Mom!" Vicky's voice came back.

"Already came, dearest!" I said standing. I looked around for my pants and saw them crumpled in a corner. Vicky must have taken them off for easier access to me while I slept. Goddamn I must have been tired to not remember or feel that. 

We both marched into the kitchen, Vicky's hips swinging, cum dribbling from the corner of her mouth and staining her red t-shirt. The iron was returning to my rod and it was swinging in front of me as I entered. Jean was already at the table, Katie, my wife, was still setting it.

"Mom! Vicky blew Daddy again!" Jean's voice said and she looked at my stiffening prick with desire and jealousy.

"Damnit, kids, how many times do I have to tell you, no oral sex before supper! The way you girls cum, you'll ruin someone's appetite!" Katie said, shaking the wooden cooking spoon at our girls. I looked her up and down and saw that she was wearing nothing but a cooking apron that had "Fuck the Cook" written on it, the fabric stretching with how tight it had been tied around her tits. It still didn't stop her nipples from tenting the apron, however, and she turned to look at me as well.

"And you, Mr. Lucky, I keep telling you to not fuck our daughters until after their homework is done!" she mock scolded. Her hand went to my shaft and she stroked it slowly, pulling me closer. She pulled me in and lifted her apron up, pushing my stiff dick down so she could rub her clit against it. I pushed in between her thighs, feeling the wetness she had already leaked and I sighed.

"What was that about no oral sex before supper? You're never this wet without a tongue buried in your snatch, you wild bitch. And fucking our daughter?" I asked, mocking disappointment. With her still rubbing her creaming snatch against the head of my dick and moaning lightly, I turned and faced our eldest daughter. "Jean, were you eating your mom's pussy again?"

"No!" she exasperated. "I wasn't eating her pussy and she sure wasn't eating mine. I asked her too, but she wouldn't before supper."

"So what…" I started, but was cut off by my own moaning.

"She fucked me with this," my wife said, pulling the wooden spoon out of the soup she was making. "And then I came," she said, putting the spoon back in the pot. She stood on her tip toes and slid my cock head into her waiting pussy, making us both sigh as it started swimming in her tight hot cunt. I looked on the tile floor of the kitchen quickly and looked back at my wife who was grinning devilishly.

"I don't see any puddles of your cum anywhere," I said, picking her up and using her to jack myself off. "Where could you have possibly cum, love?" I asked, knowing exactly what she was going to say and the simple thought made my dick twitch uncontrollably deep in her belly.

"Oooh, you know I can't concentrate when you do that," she whimpered.

"Love, did you make your mother cum in the soup?" I asked my daughter. She blushed heavily but nodded enthusiastically. My dick was throbbing at full bore in her pussy. Her cunt started juicing harder and milking my dick as I picked carried my wife to the table where our daughters were sitting.

"Kids, clear the table…dinner's about to be served," I said. With blinding speed, our daughters picked the plates and bowls up from the table and cleared the flowers from the center of the table. My short blonde wife was set down and I buried my cock to the hilt in her pussy and shot my second load off for the day. Her hips kept humping at mine, stretching her tight box as she kept squeezing the cum from my dick. I moaned and shivered as her pussy worked its magic on my wilting rod.

"Soup's on, kids, dig in," I said and pulled out. Their mother moaned in protest, but her complaint quickly faded to lust as Jean slid between her thighs.

"Hey, no fair, you've already tasted mom today!" Vicky said, whining. Her hands busied themselves as she spoke by striping down completely naked. 

"Well, you've already tasted Dad, so piss off," Jean said and teasingly licked the thick drops of cum from her mother's snatch as they rolled out, her pussy still contracting in orgasm.

I motioned to Katie's face and Vicky's frown quickly turned into an impish grin and she licked her lips slowly. 

"Feed your mother, she'll be thirsty after your sister's done with her," I said. Vicky bounced over to her mother and dropped her pussy to her waiting tongue, propping one leg up on the table, keeping the other on the floor. I watched her mother's pink tongue shoot out and her lips lock onto our daughter's sex and my semi-hard cock started to stir.

Jean reached over and started stroking its length as I watched my daughters fuck and get fucked by my wife. It wasn't much time of watching the tongues dance across pussy lips and listening to the moans that I was back up to full length and throbbing again. My hand started caressing Jean's ass and playing with her puckered hole.

"Oh yes, Daddy!" she purred and started swinging her ass back and forth, trying to maintain contact on her rear entrance. I felt her ass open up for me and in no time, I slid behind my eldest daughter and slid all 9 inches up her ass, loving the hot, tight hole. 

"I can't decide what's better, baby," I said, slowly pulling back out. She moaned loudly and I felt a gush of her pussy juice coat my balls. "It's hard to tell, whether your ass is better," I said, slamming into her, making my wife moan as Jean's mouth crushed against her clit. I pulled out quickly and impaled her pink, drooling cunt, "or your pussy," I said in the process. She screamed into Katie's clit, making Katie cum like a fire hose and scream into Vicky's pussy, tripping her off as the vibrations shook their honey pots like an earthquake. 

Jean's pussy started spasming around my dick and eventually clamped down so hard I couldn't move it in her creaming pussy. Her tight muscles kept squeezing harder and trying to coax more cum from my spent balls. It never ceased to amaze me how much Jean's pussy felt and behaved like her mother's ever-tight, always juicy box.

The girls started coming back down and Jean calmed down enough that she let go of my dick. I immediately pulled out and rammed it home in her ass, making her scream some more and making her pussy let loose another volley of juice. She stood up, her whole body shaking and crushing against mine as I used her like I used her mother not 5 minutes ago, riding her up and down on my stiff pole, using her to fuck myself.

Vicky took the opportunity to dive down on her mother's recovering pussy and noisily started slurping her cunt, licking up all the juices and moaning loudly. Katie started eating our daughter's cunt again, and soon both their hips were bucking against each other's faces again, cum shining on their cheeks.

"Oh God, yes! Fuck me, Daddy!" Jean screamed her head thrown back. I bit down on her neck and she started screaming in a continuous volley, her pussy spasming so hard on my dick I thought I was going to get bruises. My throbbing meat popped out of her cuming pussy by accident with a loud slurch and a rush of my daughter's cum down my legs. I held her there for an instant, listening to her juice splash onto the floor, joining the puddle forming under us from both her and her mother. I eased her back down, my dick sliding juicily back into her ass.

Her cum was pushed out of her pussy, rolling down her slit to her ass, lubing and warming my shaft and balls as I started to fuck her ass mercilessly, her body flopping like a rag doll in my hands. It didn't take me much more time of being in her tight ass before I came again, adding two little squirts of my white fuck juice to the flood of cum washing down my legs. I set my girl down gently in a chair and watched her body twitch in nearly continuous orgasmic heaven.

I sat in my chair with a heavy sigh, feeling the splashed cum under my ass on the hard wood seat. Eating dinner didn't even cross my mind and I closed my tired eyes again, falling asleep to the sweet sounds of my daughter lapping slowly at my wife's pussy.



A Family Affair



Written for a friend as it happened to him long ago..

It was one summer in the early eighties, while my parents were away for the week, that I found myself, alone with my older sister. For me, the days before that week, were busy with college, work and the few activities I was involved in. I was a bit awkward back in those days, and not dating much. My only sexual encounters seemed to be with my right hand while looking a pictures of pretty women. In other words, I had had very little experience in sex.

That was changed by none other then my sister, Diane, who decided to teach me more on the subject. The week we were both staying at our parents house was most interesting. The first day we were sitting in the backyard, sunning ourselves and drinking a bottle of wine that belonged to our father. Diane was wearing a very skimpy swimming suit that showed off her rather large breasts. Having gotten a little drunk on the wine, I found myself staring at her tits. It didn't take long for Diane to notice my interest in her breasts. Usually a non-stop talker, she had grown quiet.

Diane was one to talk about her sexual adventures freely and often. She worked in a hair salon and had bleached blonde hair and wore clothes that showed off her plump figure. She liked to wear things that were tight, short and very low cut. She had large breasts that she was very proud of.. and liked to show them off whenever it was possible. If she noticed she was embarassing me or making me uncomfortable with her sex talk, she would get louder and go into more detail.

Anyway, that first afternoon, after noticing my interest, Diane got up out of her chair and headed towards the back door to the house. Before going inside, she looked back at me and called for me to come inside too. I followed after her and was shocked when I walked into the kitchen and found she had removed the top to her swim suit. She smiled wickedly at me and said, "I know you want to see these. Would you like to touch them too?"

My sister had starred in many a fantasy of mine while I jacked-off and now she was offering to let me feel the tits I had so often dreamed about. Of course I figured I'd better take her up on the offer because I might never get the chance again. She stood there holding her breasts together and upwards as if offering them to me. I put my hands on her large mounds and rubbed my thumbs across her dark nipples. I felt my cock give a twitch as her nipples hardened under my hands. "Go ahead, suck on them if you want." she encouraged. I lowered my face to her breast and put my mouth over a nipple and sucked. My tongue made circles around the hard little nub before sucking it harder. I heard her moan as I did this and my cock jumped to full attention.

Diane decided to have fun with me that afternoon. She allowed me to see her hairy snatch and to play with it. She wanted me to use various things from the kitchen in her pussy to give her orgasims. We tried different things, pickles, kitchen gadgits, hot dogs, anything that fit just right and everything but my cock. 

She let me watch her masturbate, then she watched as I jacked-off and shot my cum all over my hand. Then she wanted me to cum on her breasts, face and stomach, which I gladly did. Diane instructed me on how to eat pussy too. We spent the next week sucking and fucking (with everything she could think of except my cock). Finally, just before our parents were due home, she allowed me to put my dick in her pussy. It was heaven to slide deep inside her tight, wet hole at last.

For the next five or six weeks, Diane and I continue our sex games. She wanted me to fuck her all the time, even after our parents were at home. I remember her wanting me to fuck her while they were somewhere in the house. I was scared to death of being caught, but not scared enough to stop. Diane insisted I fuck her whenever she wanted and she wanted to a lot. She couldn't seem to get enough of my cock which was fine with me!.

Then it just ended. Diane had found a place to live with some friends of hers. Without a word between us, the sex just stopped.

That summer has stayed in my memories as a pleasure I'll never forget. It was a time of lust and forbidden sex that I'll remember for all the days of my life. The fact that she was (and is) my sister never mattered, especially since it didn't seem to matter to her and the sex came at a time in my youth that I most welcomed it. I learned a great deal from my older sister.

Even now, I think of those five or six weeks and jack-off to the memory of Diane's big tits and tight pussy which gave me so much pleasure.

Funny... she has never once mentioned what happened that summer... nor have I.



A Family Affair



It was a warm summer day and I was working in my home office on a story. I was startled to hear my door slam open. I glanced up to see my 19 year old son standing in the doorway. He was wearing only a pair of shorts. His tanned skin glistened with sweat from working in the yard. I looked back down to finish the sentence I was working on. 

I felt him move closer to me. I tried to focus on the sentence in front of me. I can feel the heat radiating off his skin as he stands so close to me. Suddenly, I am pulled from my seat. The keyboard falls from my lap to the floor. 

My son pulls me into a passionate embrace. His strong young hands caress my ass as he kisses me. I am suddenly glad I signed the slip for his tongue piercing when he was 16. His kisses warm me to my very toes. I feel one of his hands move inside my shorts, caressing me through my white cotton panties. The other hand tangles in my long dark hair pulling me deeper into his kisses.

Trying to keep my head, I push against him. Trying to stop him, trying to tell him that this is wrong. That this amazing pulsing feeling that has swept over me is wrong. 

Slowly his hand work their way up from my ass, under my white camisole. Lifting it from my over heated body. Then his lips are on my throat, biting lightly. Tormenting me. His hands cup my large breasts and he moves his mouth down to my hard nipples. My hands go to his hair and tangle in as his tongue caresses me to wetness. The metal in his mouth clicking softly against my nipple rings. 

His mouth trailing kisses he kneels in front of me. He stops briefly at the button of my shorts. My hands on his shoulders steady me a bit and keep me standing, as his fingers tease beneath the shorts. Lightly caressing me through my panties... white cotton of innocence. I stand there breathless at my sons gentle administrations. Partly shocked at his boldness, partly embarrassed by my burning need. 

I feel his mouth at the button of my shorts. And suddenly they are sliding to the floor. I am left standing in from of my son in only tiny white cotton panties. Cotton ripping he tears them from my body. His mouth on my center. I feel his tongue tease me. Massages my clit. Dipping lightly into my moisture. I moan slightly. Unable to stand the pleasure. 

Suddenly, he is standing before me. Moving my hand inside his shorts to find his hard and willing cock. His shorts join mine in a tangled mess on the floor as I kneel down to take his cock into my throat. My tongue swirls around the head first. Then I lick along the shaft. A glorious drop of pre-cum appears and I gently lick it away. Opening my throat I take in all the way in, gagging slightly. I feel his hands tangle in my hair holding me close as I delight myself with his gorgeous cock. 

I feel him tugging me gently up by my hair. I rise to be met with hard passionate kisses. His hands still buried in my hair as he devours my mouth. 

Releasing me, he quickly bends me over my couch. I feel my son's enormous hard cock pressing at the entrance of me. Teasing me with his hardness. I can feel his enormous restraint as he holds back on plummeting to my depths. He gently slaps my clit with his cock. Then he rubs it from my clit to my ass hole. Spreading my wetness the entire way. Then back to my clit he slaps his cock a little harder. I whimper. I feel my orgasm building. It is too delicious to be wrong. 

His hands spread my ass cheeks and leans down to spit on my pussy, his cock resting hard against my clit. Holding my cheeks apart he pauses at the entrance of my pussy. Just teasing me he dips his head in. I beg my son to fuck me. Without warning he slams his entire hardness to the bottom of my womb. I shudder and come around the delicious hard cock of my son. 

He moves his hands to my hips and slowly starts rocking his cock in and out. All the way deep in, pauses, then all the way out, head resting against the entrance, paused. Slowly fucking me, hands on my hips, gripping hard not letting me have any movement. I feel another orgasm building in me, stronger than the first. 

Feeling my need my son starts rocking faster. All the way in and then almost all the way out. His speed increases with his need. Rocking harder and faster he fucks me. I feel my orgasm cresting in me. I feel his cock growing harder and larger as he gets closer. 

I whimper and beg him to fuck me. I scream for him to fuck me harder. My son just smiles and keeps pounding away. Just as I feel myself top that ridge, my orgasm tightening around him, I feel him give way. We both cry out as an amazing orgasm washes over us. Collapsing onto the couch. 

After a bit of a rest he stands, kisses me, getting dressed. And heads back out to the lawn work. Leaving me to wonder where that came from and, more importantly, when we can do it again.



A Friend in Need



 [This story is fiction. It includes depictions of unsafe sexual practices. Such practices would be reckless in real life, and the author cautions strongly against them.]

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I had been working at Simpson & Garvey for about two years when I was assigned to train a new employee in company procedures. The new man's name was Todd.

In contrast to the impression given by his close-cropped hair and muscular build, Todd was shy and reserved, never speaking to anyone unless they spoke to him first. He kept to himself and never joined in gossip sessions, even as a spectator. However, whenever I had occasion to confer with him he was cooperative, if somewhat ... jumpy, as if he were expecting to be attacked.

He was an enigma, and it made me curious. I began striking up conversations regardless of whether the work actually required it, and I broadened them to include topics other than our job. He was always responsive, but his timidity made it difficult to speak with him for any length of time. His wore a chronically gloomy expression and seemed a bit ... lost.

It made me sad to see how unhappy he was, so after a few weeks I went over to him in the company cafeteria, where he was sitting alone eating lunch, and asked if I could join him. He nodded, and waved a welcoming hand toward an empty chair.

The informal atmosphere of the cafeteria apparently relaxed him, and we had a pleasant, relatively easy conversation. I found him surprisingly likeable.

Ok, so he wasn't bad to look at either: His handsome face, graced by riveting green eyes, was crowned by a crop of slightly wavy, chestnut-brown hair whose luster was increasingly noticeable as he gradually let it grow longer. Also, his figure gave evidence of regular workouts.

So I liked what I saw. So sue me.

After that first chat, we ate lunch together every day, and got to know each other better. During one of our lunchtime conversations, I mentioned that I was gay. I've never tried to hide it, but ordinarily I don't bring it up in casual conversation. In this case, though, in view of our developing friendship I thought he should know.

It didn't appear to bother him.

We talked about a wide variety of things, including our families. I told him about my wonderful, understanding and accepting parents and about my sister, who I love more than life. He told me about his father, whose accounts of combat experiences as a marine had fascinated Todd, and his late mother, who had devoted her life to making a good home for her husband and her child. We also talked about current events and I found that, notwithstanding Todd's powerful-looking body and his interest in his father's war stories, he was averse to violence and expressed genuine sorrow whenever we discussed news reports of brutal or sadistic behavior.

One day I asked him what he did before coming to Simpson & Garvey, although I was pretty sure I already knew. He gave me an evasive answer. Clearly he didn't want to talk about his recent past. I couldn't be sure whether it was out of shame, or embarrassment, or because he found it too painful.

Todd and I have somewhat contrasting builds: He's more brawny, but I'm several inches taller. Some of the elderly coworkers, seeing us together so frequently, began referring to us as 'Mutt and Jeff', the title characters in an old comic strip about two friends one of whom was tall and skinny, the other short and squat. Todd is no shorter than average, and husky but definitely not overweight. I'm slim but not skinny, and our height difference is nowhere near as large as that in the comic strip, but the nickname stuck. I found it irritating; Todd brushed it off as a trivial matter. His reaction was "Don't sweat the small stuff, it's not worth the effort."

The better I got to know him, the more I liked him.

We had been eating lunch together for a little more than a month when I decided to invite him to my apartment for the following Saturday evening. He appeared happy to get the invitation.

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That Saturday after dinner, we went into my living room for an evening of comfortable conversation. Todd looked around for a minute and then went over to one of the chairs. "Do you mind if I move this?" he asked.

That seemed out of character; he had never struck me as a fussy person. However, I certainly had no objection, and I told him so.

I chose the couch.

As we sat chatting amiably, I happened to glance through the window near Todd's chair and noticed distant lightning. A few minutes later I heard faint rumbles of thunder. A storm was approaching.

All at once there was a bright flash. Todd jumped as if something had bitten him.

"Lightening" I said, thinking he might have suspected an electrical problem in the apartment. "We're going to get a storm."

He got up and, looked out the window at the gathering clouds. Then he let out a nervous laugh and sat down again, looking uneasy. "It kind of startled me" he offered apologetically.

A few seconds later there was another flash, followed by a loud clap of thunder. He dove to the floor, yelling "Incoming!" and crouched with his hands clasped over his head.

Another bright flash, and a louder boom. Still on his knees he curled up into a ball and started to tremble.

I now knew why he had moved the chair: He had placed it away from the window and close to the wall, so that nothing unseen could get behind it.

I got off the couch and knelt next to him. "I'm going to put my hand on your back" I told him, not wanting my gesture to frighten him even more.

Under my hand, his trembling stopped, but he remained curled up and kept his head covered.

Another boom. He moaned.

"It's a thunderstorm, Todd" I said softly.

He took his hands away, turned to me and began to speak, but more thunder caused him to cover his head again.

"Todd, it's not artillery" I said in as reassuring a tone as I could produce, "It's thunder."

I kept my hand on his back, now rubbing soothingly.

When there was a lull in the storm, I extended my hand and said "Come sit on the couch with me."

At first he didn't move, but after a few minutes of quiet outside he accepted my hand.

As we were sitting side by side, there was a new clap of thunder. Todd was halfway off the couch before I managed to grab him around the waist. "No Todd, stay here!" I ordered, using all my strength to keep him from diving to the floor. Impetuously I added: "You're safe now, I'm keeping you safe."

More thunder. He yelped, and unable to break out of my grip he turned and threw himself against me, possibly having meant to land against the back of the couch. The force of his lunge knocked the wind out of me and caused me to let go, but he didn't break away. Instead, he buried his face in the hollow of my shoulder, threw his arms around me, and held on as if for dear life.

The thunder increased, and he started to whimper. I put an arm around him and placed my free hand protectively on the back of his head.

The storm raged outside, and I listened helplessly to Todd's muffled cries of terror while he fought to regain control. As lightning continued to illuminate the room and loud thunderclaps echoed, he went through bouts of moaning and sobbing, alternating with "I'm sorry, Shawn, I'm sorry."

I stroked his head and responded each time: "It's alright. Just let it out."

After a few minutes, I said: "The storm can't hurt you here, Todd. You're safe."

When the storm waned, he became calm. He released me and raised his head.

Keeping one arm around him, I reached over to the box of tissues on the end table and took one out. I was about to hand it to him, but I changed my mind and wiped away his tears myself. He submitted like a young child, looking at me with a face of utter woe.

I drew out another tissue and handed it to him. He blew his nose, ignored the hand I offered for the used tissue, and stuffed it into a pocket, saying "You shouldn't have to deal with this." I wondered whether he was talking about the tissue or his meltdown.

His next statement resolved the question: "I shouldn't have come here."

Continuing to hold him, I asked: "Where did you serve?"

"How did you know I was in the military?"

"Your haircut when you started at the company; and you shouted 'incoming' when you heard the thunder. It wouldn't have taken a Sherlock Holmes to figure out what you've been doing these past few years. What branch? And where?"

"Marines. Three tours in Iraq, two in Afghanistan. Were you in the service?"

"Yes, but I never saw combat. I can't even imagine what you must have been through, what you must have seen."

The storm was almost gone now. There were occasional lightning flashes, but they were faint and the thunder was distant. He wasn't reacting.

Then there was one last bright flash. He threw his arms around me again and pushed his face against my chest. Feeling the large wet area he had produced earlier, he said "I got your shirt all wet. I'm sorry."

"It'll dry" I replied, putting my other arm around him. "It's nothing to worry about."

We sat that way for a while. Then I asked: "How are you sleeping these days?"

He turned his head to the side but kept it against my chest. "I'm not. Not much, anyway."

"And when you do; nightmares?"

"Oh yeah."

"How long since you were discharged?"

"It'll be three months this Friday."

"You know, don't you, that you're suffering from post-traumatic shock? Have you talked to anyone about it, I mean a professional?"

"No."

"Todd, you need to talk to someone. Post traumatic shock disorder is serious. It doesn't go away on its own, and it could destroy you. If you don't go to see someone soon, I'll bug the hell out of you until you do. PTSD could cost you your life. I like you too much to stand by and watch that happen."

He turned his face up and looked at me quizzically, apparently surprised to hear that I cared about him. 

"I'm serious" I said.

He looked down again and for a minute he didn't speak. Then he told me: "Our base was shelled almost every day. Mostly RPG's. We never knew when one would come over the walls. It could be day or night."

"That must have been torture."

"And they got the range down pretty good. I saw guys get blown apart right on base. Once a ripped-off arm hit me in the face."

"How horrible!"

For a long time after that he was lost in thought. Then he continued. His cheek was against my chest and I could feel the movement of his jaw as he recounted another horror. "Our vehicle got hit by a roadside bomb. It rolled over a few times and landed on its roof. A couple of the guys were killed. But I wasn't even wounded. I just couldn't hear much for a week or so."

I tried to think of something useful to say. I couldn't.

I waited, but he didn't say anything more about it. Again he didn't say anything at all for a long time.

I decided to ask the obvious question: "Do you feel guilty that they were killed and you weren't?"

After a pause: "I don't know." And after another pause: "Yeah, I guess so."

"You said it was a roadside bomb."

"Right."

"How was that your fault?"

"I don't think it's my fault, only it seems ... I don't know."

"Todd, you need to see someone. You're feeling survivor's guilt. It's common, and a professional can help you with it. If you don't do something about this, it will eat you up."

Another consideration now occurred to me: "Are you afraid that if you go for therapy other marines will find out and think you're a wimp?"

"It did cross my mind" he admitted. "Marines aren't supposed to need that."

"That view is changing fast. Hey, suppose I go with you. I don't mean into the room with the therapist, just to the office, so you can tell your buddies I'm going to a therapist and you're coming along for moral support. I'll back you up."

"You would do that?"

"Absolutely."

He raised his head and for the first time that evening, he smiled. In fact it was the first time I had ever seen him smile.

He has a beautiful smile.

Then he sighed, but still smiling he once again put his head down on my chest. "Thank you."

I waited to hear whether he had more to say.

After a few minutes I felt his arms slowly sink to the couch. I looked down at him. He was asleep.

I was besieged by conflicting emotions as Todd slept quietly in my arms: It had been heartrending to see him so consumed by guilt and fear, and so in need of comforting, but those were my very reasons for holding him, and holding him felt very good. Compassion and pleasure were mixed with shame that my pleasure was a result of Todd's misery.

I gazed at my sleeping friend. He looked adorable. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair. I wanted to kiss him. It was not just sympathy I was feeling - I was strongly attracted. I lamented that he was straight and nothing could come of this.

His dive against me at the beginning of the storm had left lying across my lap, held partly upright by my supporting arm around his shoulders. Acting on impulse, I turned him toward me, reached around with my free hand, and cupped a cheek of his behind. I hoped it wouldn't wake him.

It didn't.

Half an hour later he opened his eyes and looked up at me. "Did I fall asleep?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry."

"No, that was good. You looked so serene I wouldn't even have considered waking you unless the house had caught fire."

"It was good. It's the best sleep I've had since I don't know when. How long was I out?"

"Not long" I answered. "About half an hour."

He made no comment about my impetuous hand on his behind. Instead, he asked: "Have you been holding me the whole time?"

"Yes. I didn't want to rouse you by putting you down on the couch."

"That was ... very kind."

He didn't speak for a while. Then he said: "Thanks for getting me under control before. I'm sorry I lost it like that."

"You have nothing to be sorry for" I assured him. "So stop apologizing. You've been through hell. You have a right to lose it from time to time. I'm glad I could help."

"And I'm glad I was here when it happened" he said. "Most of all, thank you for understanding. My family and my friends think I should just be able to put it all behind me now that I'm home. They don't know it doesn't work that way."

He looked at his watch and mumbled "It's getting late." But he made no move to leave. He was waiting for me to end the visit.

"Todd, I have a guest room" I told him. "Would you rather stay here tonight?"

He looked at me as if I had just relieved him of a heavy weight. "Yes."

"Then" I said, "we should both be getting to bed."

I showed him to the guest room and pointed at a door and said "The bathroom has a shower." Then I reached into a drawer and handed him a pair of briefs. "I don't have pajamas, but you can wear these overnight if you like. In the morning I'll bring you fresh ones along with socks and a T-shirt."

As he took the underwear, he began: "Shawn, about before ..."

"What about before?"

"I shouldn't have broken down that way. I apologize."

"Stop that! I told you, nothing you did warrants an apology. So relax." I had an urge to hug him, but decided that it might spook him.

He thanked me, and undressed without waiting for me to leave the room.

I tried not to be obvious as I checked him out. He was built like some of the football players I had secretly ogled in college locker rooms: Broad shoulders, muscular back, a stunning rear end, and powerful-looking legs; overall a well-proportioned body that went nicely with his enchanting eyes. Best of all, unlike many of the football players, his body was free of hair except for his currently unruly brown locks, wisps of beige hair in his armpits, and a downy dusting on his arms. His skin everywhere else was completely smooth.

I didn't get a look at his 'package', because his back was to me.

He put on the briefs and said "Thanks for everything, Shawn." Then he bid me goodnight and crawled into bed.

As I was leaving, I turned to him. "Todd, if you need anything during the night, even if you just want to talk, please let me know. Ok?"

"Ok" he answered. "Thanks."

I usually sleep in the raw, but with Todd in the house I decided to wear briefs to bed.

I spent time thinking about him before I fell asleep.

Sometime later I was awakened by a rustling sound. I turned my head and in the dim light I made out a figure settling very slowly into the upholstered chair across the room. 

"Todd? What's the matter?"

"I'm sorry" he answered. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"I told you to wake me if you needed anything. What's wrong?"

"I didn't want to be alone. Is it ok if I sleep in this chair?"

"Yes, but you don't need to. This is a king-size bed. Come on." And I lifted the blanket.

He didn't move at first. Then, hesitantly, he rose and came to the bed.

He got in, I pulled the covers up and turned onto my side, facing away from him as I said "Goodnight."

I was hoping he would fall asleep easily now, but I could hear that he was restless. I turned and faced him. "What's troubling you?" I asked.

He chuckled. "I'm not used to sleeping with a man."

I silently wondered 'With any man, or specifically with a gay man?' But what I said was: "I'm harmless. Go to sleep." And I turned away again.

Because of Todd's unfamiliar if welcome presence, it took me a long time to drift off.

I'm not sure how long it was after I finally got back to sleep, but I was awakened once more, this time by someone speaking. I listened. Todd was mumbling unintelligibly.

I looked at the clock. It was 3:15.

The mumbling got louder, and then he began to groan.

I turned toward him. His eyes were closed.

Suddenly, he shouted "No!" and started to thrash around.

I grabbed his shoulders. "Todd, you're having a nightmare."

I had to say it twice before his thrashing stopped and he opened sleep-glazed eyes. When he saw me, he looked confused for a few moments and then I saw tears in his eyes. "Oh Shawn I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come in here. You don't need me waking you up."

"I told you to wake me" I reminded him. "I'm glad you were here with me so I could stop the nightmare."

He managed a faint smile. "What did I do to deserve a friend as good as you?"

I took my hands from his shoulders and smiled at him. "Go back to sleep."

"Ok."

We both turned away.

I could hear that he was still restless. Then I heard: "Shawn?"

"Yes?"

"Could I ... Would it be ... alright if ..."

"Todd, what is it? Tell me."

"Could I maybe ... kind of ... hold onto you for a minute?"

"Of course" I answered.

He put a hand on my side, but remained at a distance.

"Todd, are you comfortable reaching from all the way over there?" I asked.

"Well ..."

"I didn't think so. You can move closer, I won't attack you."

He moved right up against me. No halfway measures for Todd.

His hand remained on my side. I took it and pulled his arm around me, adding "And I don't bite."

He chuckled.

It was no more than a minute or two before his slow, even breathing told me that he had fallen asleep.

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The next morning, I woke up first. His arm was still around me. Needing to use the bathroom, I tried to move it and get out of bed slowly enough not to disturb him, but he woke up. "Good morning" he said groggily. "What time is it?"

"It's early" I answered. "I'm going to get up, but you can sleep as long as you need to. It's Sunday. We don't have to go to work."

I put out a fresh pair of briefs and socks for him. As I was about to leave the room, he told me: "I only had one nightmare last night, Shawn. I have you to thank for that." Then he began to pull the blanket down. "Hey, I've been enough trouble. I should be getting home."




A Friend in Need



"Stay there" I said, grabbing his hand. "You're not causing me any trouble by sleeping a little longer. You can go home when you're completely rested."

He hesitated. Then he thanked me, pulled the blanket back up, and closed his eyes.

Two hours later he walked into the kitchen as I was setting up to cook a late breakfast. "Boy, I've never slept this late."

"You needed it" I told him.

"I'll be getting home now" he said. "I'll wash the briefs you loaned me. Thanks a million for letting me stay, and for everything else you did. I'm sorry I caused you so much trouble, blubbering all over your shirt and waking you up in the middle of the night. I know it upset you, but I hope it wasn't too bad."

I took note of the fact that he had said 'letting me stay" rather than 'inviting me'. "You didn't cause me all that much trouble" I assured him. "And what makes you think I was upset?"

"All my carrying on has to have freaked you out."

I startled him by laughing. "Todd, after what you call all your carrying on, I invited you to stay the night. I invited you to share my bed for god sake! And as to your nightmare waking me, I told you that I was glad I was there. Does that sound like I was freaked out?"

"No, now that you explain it. I guess I was stupid to think that" he answered. "I'm sorry."

"STOP THAT" I yelled, so loudly that he jumped. "You weren't stupid, you were worried that you're a burden. Stop saying you're sorry all the time, you have nothing to apologize for. And you're not a burden."

"Ok" he answered, "I'm sor..."

We both chuckled that he had been about to apologize for apologizing so much.

"Now sit down" I commanded. "I have eggs and sausage and rolls and yogurt and cereal and fresh fruit. What would you like to have?"

What I would have liked to have was Todd, but of course I didn't say so.

I had already eaten breakfast, but I had coffee while he ate. During the meal, we spoke of commonplace things, avoiding the topic of the previous evening. Then he got up to leave, saying "Thanks for breakfast. It was really good. And thanks for everything you've done."

"Are you going to find a therapist?" I asked.

"Yeah. You're right, I do need help."

"Good. Do you know how to go about finding someone?"

"When I went to the VA about my sleep problem, they gave me some names. I've got three possible choices."

"So they told you that you have PTSD?"

"No, they just said my problem was mental."

"Goddam Veteran's Administration. I've heard that they try to avoid issuing diagnoses of PTSD because that makes them fully liable."

"They said the military would pay for up to a year of visits to a psychiatrist or a psychologist."

"Ok, at least that's better than simply cutting you loose. Start with that, and if it's not enough you can always appeal the limit. Do you want me to come with you?"

"You really would?"

"Yes, I told you I would. Yes or no?"

"Yes! That would be great."

He opened the door to leave. I didn't want this to end, and I was hoping he didn't either: "Todd, being with someone seemed to help last night. Would you like to stay here again tonight?"

A big smile. "I'd love to" he answered immediately. "Being with you helped last night. It helped a lot."

"Good. We can have dinner together. It's no trouble to cook for two."

"Don't cook. I'll order takeout."

"That's not necessary."

"Yes it is. It's the very least I can do."

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After dinner we watched some television, but we were both tired. We decided to turn in early. Todd had brought his own clothes, so I didn't have to loan him anything.

"You can sleep in my bed again, unless you think you should give the guest room another try."

"I'd much rather sleep next to you" he said. "Maybe I'll have only one nightmare, like last night."

This time I didn't get to see him naked even from the back, because he showered and changed in the guest room. But when he came into my bedroom I got a brief look at the bulge filling out the front of his briefs. I could see that he was as well developed there as everywhere else.

In bed, I don't know how long he remained awake, because I fell asleep quickly.

I'm a light sleeper so a little later when he moved closer I felt it.

I kept still.

He gingerly put an arm around me. I took his hand and gave it a gentle, welcoming squeeze but immediately let go so that he wouldn't think I was expecting any further intimacy.

He did nothing more, and before long I heard his breathing settle back into the slow, steady rhythm of sleep.

Some time later, he had a nightmare. I brought him out of it, as I had done the previous night.

And as on the previous night, it was his only nightmare.

In the morning, I woke up needing to use the bathroom as always. His arm was draped over me. I tried to move it cautiously enough not to wake him, but he stirred, and when he saw me getting up, he said: "Good morning. Time to go to work?"

"Not yet" I said. "Sleep a little longer. I'll wake you when breakfast is ready."

"I should help" he said, starting to sit up.

"No" I replied, putting a restraining hand on his chest. "You need the sleep."

After a moment, he said "Thank you" and turned over.

In the cafeteria at lunch, he told me that he had been able to get an appointment with a psychiatrist for the following evening. He asked apprehensively if I was still willing to go with him.

"Yes, stop worrying about it, I won't change my mind. By the way, will you be staying at my place tonight?"

"If it's ok with you."

"You're welcome to stay anytime you want."

He flashed me one of his big, beautiful smiles.

He looks especially handsome when he smiles.

When we went to bed that night, he didn't wait before putting an arm around me. I took his hand, and this time I didn't let go.

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Tuesday morning, Todd again showered and put on a fresh pair of briefs in the guest room, depriving me of a chance to view his naked body.

As we were getting dressed, I could tell that he was nervous. I knew what it must be, but I wanted him to tell me: "Something is bothering you."

"It's that obvious, huh? I'm kind of worried about the shrink. I don't know what they do. Someone said they inject you with truth serum and make you spill your guts."

"First of all" I said, "that's rarely used these days except with extremely uncooperative patients. And anyway, if he wants to give you an injection or do anything else you don't feel comfortable about, you have the right to refuse. Secondly, what's popularly called truth serum is not a serum and it doesn't make you tell the truth. It's typically a light dose of sedative, which produces a mellowing effect and reduces a patient's inhibitions. But it doesn't rob you of control: you can hold back whatever you choose not to tell the psychiatrist, and you can even lie. Though I don't know what would be the point of lying or holding back, because the more he knows about you the better he'll be able to help you. As to what they do, they encourage you to talk about whatever is bothering you."

"That's all, you talk?"

"You talk, they listen, and what else they do depends on the therapist. He might prescribe medication, he might guide you toward a realization of where your problems come from and he might give you methods of dealing with them, the specific approach varies from one therapist to another."

Todd nodded, and reached for his shirt. His back was to me. When I managed to raise my eyes from his briefs, which were hugging that spectacular behind as I wished I could be doing, I noticed the tension in his shoulder muscles. "Don't put the shirt on yet" I said. "I'm going to do something about those tight muscles." Then I walked up in back of him and began a shoulder massage, saying: "I'll be with you, Todd. If you find the psychiatrist or anything he wants to do objectionable, you can walk out and we'll go home. Remember that."

Todd turned his head and said "Shawn, you're great."

"I'm just a friend who hates to see you suffer" I responded, pressing and kneading where I felt the knots of tension.

"A great friend" he insisted. "And could you maybe keep this up for another few minutes?"

I was more than happy to oblige.

As I used my fingers and palms to work the smooth flesh, I could feel the tension melting away. Finally he felt relaxed, and I stopped.

He turned to me. "Thanks, that was wonderful."

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Todd walked back out into the waiting room from his first visit with the psychiatrist looking different – more confident, more assured.

While we were walking to the car, I asked "So? What do you think?"

"This guy is good" he told me with some enthusiasm. "I feel a little better already."

"No injections?"

He laughed. "No. I asked him about truth serum and he said he never uses things like that. Hey, thanks a million for coming with me."

"I was happy to do it."

On our way home, he said: "I'm really grateful to you for pushing me about this. If not for you, I don't think I would have gone. I should also tell you that the therapist said what you said: that if I didn't do anything about the PTSD, it would destroy me. Which means you probably saved my life."

I reached out and gave his hand a quick squeeze. "What an awesome thing to say."

I glanced over at him. He looked elated, ebullient. "It's good to see you looking so much better" I told him. 

We rode for a while in comfortable silence. Then suddenly he said: "When I broke down in that thunderstorm the other night ... Thanks for not telling me to just suck it up and stop being such a crybaby."

"Todd, that's the last thing I would ever say to you. As boys, we're told not to cry, but sometimes crying is exactly what's needed. Women are a lot smarter than us; they cry when they need to, and they're not ashamed of it."

He put a hand on my thigh and said: "You're not only a great friend, you're a wise friend."

As we continued toward my house, I wondered what our friendship would be like, now that Todd was getting help. Apparently this psychiatrist was good; very good. Todd had seen him for only one session and already there were changes: He was less diffident; he did not have the 'lost' air I had become used to; his voice was strong, and his speech was no longer hesitant. Would he still want to sleep in my bed, or would he move to the guest room? Would he even want to stay at my house? I hoped that touching my thigh had been a signal. "Would you like to continue staying overnight at my place a little longer?" I offered. "Until you're comfortable being alone. Unless you'd rather try sleeping at home."

"I'd rather stay with you" he answered, "if that's ok."

This was promising. "Of course it's ok, that's why I asked. You have a standing invitation. You're welcome to stay as long as you want."

He smiled. That dazzling smile. "Thank you. Hey, let's celebrate!" And in his newly confident voice: "I'm taking you to dinner!"

"I know better than to tell you it's not necessary. By the way, did the therapist give you any medication?"

"Oh, yeah. I forgot." He took a prescription slip from his pocket.

We filled the prescription before we went to dinner. It was for a tranquilizer, and the instructions were to take it at bedtime.

By the time we got back to my place, it was fairly late for a work night. I had a few chores to take care of, but I suggested that Todd take the tranquilizer and go right to bed.

I went into the bedroom an hour later. He was sleeping peacefully. Looking at him, I felt a rush of affection.

The weather was warm, and he had not covered himself. I gazed at him for several minutes, particularly appreciating his muscular thighs, his broad, smooth chest, and his admirably flat belly, to say nothing of what his briefs indicated they held in check.

It wasn't easy to break away and go to into the bathroom to wash up and brush my teeth.

When I climbed into bed next to Todd, he remained asleep. For several minutes I watched him, then I started to turn over.

I slipped, and ended up plopping down hard. The abrupt motion of the bed brought him half awake. He opened his eyes briefly, and smiled at me. I smiled back before turning away.

He put his arm around me and went back to sleep, but after a few minutes he began mumbling. I couldn't understand most of the words, but with difficulty I managed to make out "feel safe."

Soon he was sound asleep again, and slept for the rest of the night.

In the morning, as on the previous day he was roused when I moved his arm, but he readily accepted my offer to let him stay in bed while I cooked breakfast.

When I went in a short time later to tell him that breakfast was ready, he looked particularly cheerful. I commented, and he said: "I had no nightmares, Shawn. Not even one." 

Todd was getting up from the table after breakfast, when he sank back into his chair, clutching his side. I rushed over to him, but he straightened up and said "It's ok."

"What's ok?" I demanded to know. "What happened?"

"I get a twinge sometimes."

"That looked like one hell of a twinge! A souvenir from your military career?"

"Yeah. I'd rather not talk about it."

"Look, it might be none of my business ordinarily, but when I see you in pain I can't stand here and watch. How many times were you wounded?"

"A couple."

"A couple as in how many?"

"... Four."

"AND THEY KEPT SENDING YOU BACK INTO COMBAT?"

"After this one, they sent me home."

"How many of the wounds give you trouble?"

"This is the only one that's a real problem. There was a big piece of shrapnel. They got it out, but it did a lot of damage. Sometimes it hurts pretty bad."

"Like now." 

"Yeah."

"Can anything be done, will it get better with time?"

"They said it would get better gradually, but for now I should use warm compresses."

"I'll heat up some water."

"We have to go to work."

"I'll call in and tell them we'll be late."

"But..."

"Sit down, I'll be right back."

I called our office and told them that Todd was at my place and we would be delayed for about an hour. While the water was heating, I went and got a bowl and a washrag. "Stand up" I said, somewhat peremptorily, and put a towel on the chair where Todd had been sitting. "Now drop 'em."

He looked startled.

I explained: "A wet compress needs to be applied directly to the skin. Also, I don't think you want to go to work with wet pants."

He lowered his trousers. I saw a scar on his right hip that extended into his briefs

"And your briefs."

Todd gave me an impish look. "You aren't trying to seduce me, are you?"

I grinned at him. "I'm tempted, but I don't hit on straight men, not even hunks like you. And I wouldn't be this crude about it. Now take your briefs down."

Reluctantly, and with his typical shyness, he slowly lowered his underpants, murmuring "No one else has ever said I'm a hunk."

"Then no one else has ever really looked at you."

Two things were now revealed: One was the full extent of an angry scar that ran almost all the way down his thigh and obviously embarrassed him. The other was a package that caused a stirring at my crotch. Below a medium-brown bush was an exquisite, circumcised penis that called to me, begging to be sucked. At the moment it was lying on two full, smooth balls.

After making sure the water temperature was right, I soaked the washrag, wrung it out, and applied it over the scar. "When did you get this?" I asked him.

"About four months ago. I'm just starting to get feeling back in the area. I can sense the warmth of the washcloth but I can't feel that it's wet. They said that full sensation should come back eventually but it'll take a long time because nerves repair slowly. Hey, thanks. This is helping a lot."

"We'll do another one when we get back here after work" I promised. "Didn't they give you medication for when the pain gets bad?"

"They did, but it ran out and I haven't gotten around to getting more."

"So you just grit your teeth and tolerate the pain?"

"I use Aspirin. It takes the edge off."

"If I weren't so polite I'd tell you what a dumb schmuck you are not to get the prescription refilled."

For twenty minutes I rinsed the rag each time it cooled, and then reapplied it. I also gave him four aspirin. Thanks to that and the warm compress, the pain had subsided by the time we left for work, and as far as I could tell it was held in check for the entire day.

After work, I drove him to the Veteran's Administration office and had him get a refill of the pain medication, which the label identified as Percocet. The Dispensary pharmacist said not to drive or operate machinery within twelve hours of taking it. She also told him not to take the Percocet and the tranquilizer within twelve hours of each other.

On the way home from the VA, I saw that Todd was wincing with pain again. As soon as we got inside my house I did another warm compress and gave him two aspirin. Then I took his hand and said: "Until the aspirin takes effect, squeeze every time it hurts."

"Squeeze your hand? I'm not a little kid" he complained.

But he kept hold of my hand.

His comment reminded me of a scene in an old film, "I Remember Mama." The film was based on a novel about a Norwegian immigrant couple and their extended family. I summarized the scene for him: The youngest son, U.S.-born and about five years old, is in the hospital after surgery, and frequently has pain. His crusty old bachelor uncle is visiting him, along with a very proper elderly lady relative. The uncle tells the boy that it will make the pain less if he calls out the Norwegian curse word 'domyit' every time it hurts. Out of earshot of the boy, the lady chastises the uncle for teaching profanity to a young child. The uncle loudly asks her: "Do you know what 'domyit' means?" When she admits that she does not, he tells her that it means 'stupid old goat'.

Todd appreciated the story and began to laugh, but it was cut short by another stab of pain. He squeezed my hand. Hard.

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That evening, Todd went to bed early after taking a Percocet. He was asleep when I came into the bedroom about an hour later. I stood watching him for a few minutes before lifting the blanket and joining him. He grunted when my weight tilted the mattress, but he didn't wake up.

In the middle of the night, I became aware that his arm was around me as usual, but I also felt his lips against the back of my shoulder. I lay awake for a while, enjoying the feel of his warm, moist breath on my skin.

The next day he was feeling much better. Although there was some pain, mostly in the afternoon, it was kept in check by the aspirin. He went to bed early again, but he didn't use the Percocet.

An hour later I went in to check on him. As I stood there drinking in the sight of this gorgeous man, he opened his eyes. "Hi" he said. "What's happening?"

"Nothing" I told him, "I came in to see how you were doing. I'll be back later."

I returned and got into bed shortly after eleven o'clock. He didn't stir.

Later that night I found his arm around me, as was now usual, but this time instead of just lying close, he was spooned up against my back. Through both our briefs I felt his erect penis along the cleft of my behind.

My own penis had hardened as soon as I awoke and felt his body in full contact with mine. I lay there wondering if he was awake and his erection was personal, or if it was no more than the deep-sleep tumescence of a healthy young male.

He didn't move. I was unable to determine whether he was awake. Eventually I drifted back to sleep.

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Over the next few weeks, the benefits of the psychotherapy became increasingly apparent: Little by little all traces of gloominess and timidity disappeared; he was visibly more at ease; he let his hair grow to luxuriant fullness; he became almost loquacious, and even began to join in conversations at the water cooler.




A Friend in Need



He still reacted badly to thunderstorms and other sudden noises, but he said the therapist had warned him that those things take a long time to abate.

Nightmares became a rarity, so it was a happy surprise to me that he still chose to sleep in my bed every night "just in case." He routinely put an arm around me, and during the night I always found him spooned up against me.

In addition, there was something new: At some point I would feel his lips on my neck. Were these stealth kisses?

One morning at breakfast, he made an announcement: "Shawn, staying here with you has done me a world of good. I can't thank you enough for putting up with all the drama, and especially for sharing your bed. You said not to apologize for anything, but I'm sorry for interrupting your sleep with my nightmares. Now I think it's time for me to stop disrupting your life. I'm going to try spending the night at home."

I was depressed at the prospect of his leaving. I realized that my feelings for him had gone far beyond attraction: I was in love with Todd. What mischievous demigod had decreed that I must fall in love with a straight man, since there was nothing I could do about it?

While I tried to come up with something that might dissuade Todd from leaving, I asked: "Is that what the psychiatrist thinks you should do?"

Todd said it was not. "He refused to give me an opinion. He said that I need to decide that I'm ready or" he added, smiling, "that you're sick of me."

"Well I'm definitely not sick of you; not even close. I like having you here. But how do you feel about it? Do you think you're ready to go back home?"

"I'm not sure."

That gave me an idea: "Then how about using the guest room for a week or so first? That way you can make the change in stages, knowing that I'm nearby if you need help, or if you just need the ... contact."

"That's a terrific idea! Thank you."

'A week or so' turned into three weeks. Every night he would start out in the guest room and I would lie awake listening for sounds of distress. If I heard a moan or a whimper I would wait anxiously, hoping to see Todd moving quietly toward me.

On the nights when he was able to stay on his own, I was glad for his progress but I missed him in my bed. Whenever he was not able, and ended up sleeping with me, I became increasingly sure that during the night I was not just feeling his lips against my neck: I was definitely being kissed.

I couldn't figure out what was going on.

Then one night there was a second kiss, below my ear. And a third, on my shoulder.

I turned and faced him.

"Shawn" he whispered, "I need to tell you something."

"What?"

"No one has ever treated me the way you do. I'm strong, and I know how to use my fists, so people expect me to protect them. It was that way even when I was growing up. I was the one who had to fight the bullies for everyone else. People tell me they feel safe when I'm around. My relatives, my friends, my marine buddies. But with you it's just the opposite: You look after me. You push me when I need pushing, you soothe me when that's what I need. And you never ask me to make you feel safe, you make me feel safe."

'This must have been what he was mumbling that night.' "That has been my main purpose."

He chuckled. "And you yell at me when that's what I need. If anyone else yelled at me these days, I think I'd deck them, but with you it's alright. You're the first person I've been able to trust since I got back."

"That's a good start. And gradually you'll be able to trust others."

His next words were a shock: "I love you, Shawn."

I would have liked to believe him; I would have liked it more than anything. But how could a straight man love a gay man? I was sure this was merely his way of expressing how grateful he was. "You don't have to say that" I replied.

"What?"

"You don't have to go that far."

He took his arm away. "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" he practically shouted, "I JUST TOLD YOU I LOVE YOU!"

"You've told me often enough how grateful you are for my help. You didn't have to say you love me."

His only response was to turn away and say "I see. Ok, I get the message. I should have gotten it when you told me you were just a friend."

He went on as he got out of bed: "The way you've been behaving toward me, I thought ... but I was mistaken. I'm sorry. Goodnight. I'll be in the guest room until morning, then I'll be out of your hair."

Finally I understood. "Todd" I began.

"Goodnight" he repeated 

"Todd."

No reply. He left.

I didn't get much sleep after that: The same thoughts kept running through my mind over and over: 'How could I have screwed this up so badly? I love him, why couldn't I accept his declaration of love for me? Why can't a straight man love a gay man? '

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After blearily putting the coffee on to brew the next morning, I turned and saw Todd standing a few feet away. He was fully dressed and carrying his clothes from the previous day. He looked like he hadn't slept well either. "Thanks for everything" he said, and turned to leave.

"Todd" I said, "I need to explain about last night. I..."

"No you don't" he answered as he walked toward the door.

I pressed on: "There's something I have to tell you."

He turned to face me. "You told me last night, and it won't make any difference if you say it in different words. You were right about one thing, I am grateful, more grateful than you know. Thanks for everything."

I should have heard anger in his voice, but what I heard was sadness, the same sadness I could see in his eyes, the same sadness I was feeling. "Please Todd" I begged. "Won't you just..."

He cut me off. "I'm sorry. I can't..."

I rushed across the space that separated us and took hold of his arm, but he pulled away and continued toward the door.

I was determined. "DAMMIT TODD, CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I'M TRYING TO TELL YOU I LOVE YOU TOO?"

He stopped, but he didn't turn around.

I grasped at the opportunity: "It's why that first evening when I saw you so gripped by fear and struggling against the need to cry, it tore at my heart; I felt like crying. It's why when you fell asleep in my arms I sat and held you instead of just putting you down on the couch. It's why I keep encouraging you to stay here. BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, DAMMIT!"

He turned. "You really mean all that?"

During my explanation, I had been edging closer to him. Now I grabbed him and gave him a kiss that he would not soon forget. "What do you think?" I asked.

Tears filled his eyes, but they were tears of joy. "I guess you did mean it" he said. He threw his arms around me and covered my mouth with his as if he intended to devour me.

For several minutes we remained locked in a passionate embrace.

"So" I said breathlessly when we finally separated, "what would you like for breakfast?"

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That night as we lay in bed, I looked into those captivating green eyes and mused: "To think I almost lost you by making an unwarranted assumption."

"And I made things worse by refusing to listen when you tried to explain" he pointed out. "But luckily for me, you didn't give up. You forced me to listen."

"I couldn't bear to see you leave without telling you how I felt" I told him.

He looked at me tenderly. "I don't know what I would have done if you had let me go. I've never been in love with a man before. I've never loved anyone before as much as I love you."

"Neither have I. If you had walked out the door this morning I would have hounded you until you let me say what I hadn't known enough to say last night." 

For a few minutes we just lay there basking in each other's presence. Then suddenly Todd asked: "Do you want to make love to me?"

I was astonished! Kissing was one thing, but this? I hoisted up onto an elbow. "Todd, I didn't know! I thought you were straight!"

"I am, but that doesn't mean I can't love you. There are all kinds of love. Straight men can love other men. I loved most of my marine buddies ... the ones that weren't assholes."

I burst out laughing, and he realized the unintentional double entendre. That made him laugh too before he continued:

"I'm sure that most gay men can love women. You said you love your sister."

"That's different. She's a blood relative."

"Suppose you found out tomorrow that she was adopted. Would you stop loving her?"

I had never thought about it. "I see your point."

"Well I love you, and I want to give you pleasure. Will you make love to me?"

"It's a generous offer, and the answer is no."

"Why not? Aren't you attracted to me anymore? A few weeks ago you said you were tempted to seduce me."

"You have no idea how strongly attracted I am."

"Then why are you saying no?"

"Because I love you and I can't have you suffer through something that's against your nature just to satisfy my lust. I wouldn't enjoy it. In fact I would feel awful."

"I won't be suffering; I'll be happy that I'm doing it for you."

"It's painful for the ... bottom partner, and you can't very well top because for you, contemplating another man's butt wouldn't exactly be a turn-on. You wouldn't be able to get it up."

"I want to be the bottom partner. Why is it painful? Don't you use a lubricant?"

"Yes, but it still hurts, especially in the beginning."

"You mean the first time?"

"I mean in the beginning every time."

"Then why do people do it?"

"That's hard to explain. If a person is sufficiently ... aroused, he's able to get past the pain. Then both partners share in the pleasure."

"I want to try it. I promise to tell you if it's too painful. Please, Shawn, let me do this."

I fought an internal battle between desire and concern. I needed time. "Ok" I said, "but I want you to give it a lot of thought first, so you don't regret it afterward. If you feel the same way in, say, a month, we'll do it. But tonight, let me do something that will give you pleasure."

As he began to protest I kissed him, starting at his mouth and then proceeding on a downward path along his chin, his neck, his chest, and his belly, until I got to the waistband of his briefs.

I stopped and looked up at him. He was gazing down at me with a mixture of surprise, interest, and anxiety. I smiled and said: "Trust me, and relax." 

After taking a moment to appreciate the bulge at the front of his briefs, I pulled the waistband down.

My kisses had aroused him: His penis no longer lay limply on those smooth, round testicles, though it was still far from erect. I took it in my mouth and caressed it with my tongue, relishing its suppleness, its warmth, and its flavor. It began to grow and harden. I encouraged that with more tongue action, concentrating on the underside of the shaft and the groove in back of the crown.

Soon, my mouth was holding a stiff tube of flesh, and the slit in its mushroom head had begun to ooze a clear thick liquid that signaled the increasing tension in his loins. I licked up the pre-cum and felt the penis twitch slightly.

I started bringing Todd's penis almost all the way out and then sliding it all the way back in, sucking every time I felt the tip touch the back of my throat. His breathing became more rapid, and he gasped "Oh, Shawn. Oh, Shawn."

I cupped his testicles and ran a thumb lightly along the plump orbs, eliciting increasingly ecstatic sounds.

Suddenly he yelled "SHAWN, I'M GONNA..."

I put up a dismissive hand and kept going.

A moment later I felt his penis twitch and begin to fill my mouth with his cum. I swallowed, and continued to suck until the spurts weakened to a dribble.

When it was over, he said "My god, that was fantastic!"

I had to finish swallowing before I could answer. "Good."

I thought he would now fall asleep, but instead he flopped over on his stomach, spread his legs, and announced: "My turn to do something for you."

I didn't move. Looking at that breathtaking behind, I was consumed with lust. But I didn't want him to rush into anything. "Todd, we should wait..." I began.

He stopped me: "Please, Shawn, I want to do this. I want to do it tonight. Now."

"I don't know. The pain..."

"I'm a marine, remember? I can take it."

I looked at him for a long time, and then said: "Alright, but not tonight."

"Then when?"

"Soon. I promise. But I need to do some things that will prepare you and make it ... easier. We're going to go slow and do it right."

He grumbled a bit, but he agreed.

My goal was not only to get him used to being penetrated, but also to make sure that he could tolerate being stretched as far as the width of my fat penis requires. I took several days to do it. The first night I used a finger, the second night I substituted a thin dildo, and after that I used dildos of progressively increasing size, acclimatizing him, teaching him to relax the appropriate muscles. I was careful to be as gentle as possible, but each time I inserted a wider dildo I heard him attempting to conceal a groan of distress. I always offered to stop, but he always responded: "No, keep going."

I concluded his preparation with a dildo slightly wider than my penis, and when he accepted it without flinching I told him that he was now ready. Picking up a cushion, I instructed: "Raise your hips" and explained "This will make it easier."

I stood back and looked at Todd draped over the cushion with his bare bottom provocatively aloft. My penis had come to attention as I was arranging him, and it reacted to the sight by producing a single, transparent pearl of preliminary liquid followed promptly by a thin, clear strand that slowly descended from the tip.

I quickly squeezed some lube onto a finger, spread the cheeks of Todd's shapely rear end, and with the greased finger I massaged the lube onto the rim of his puckered entrance, making sure I coated it thoroughly. Then I pushed the finger a little way in and rotated it to coat the vestibule.

When Todd saw me begin to pull a condom on, he said "Don't use that."

As tempting as going bareback was, I resisted the idea. "Todd, it would be unwise not to use a condom. I'm careful and I get tested regularly, but that doesn't eliminate all possible risk. I would never forgive myself if..."

"I don't want anything between us. I want us both to feel everything."


I tried to dissuade him but he wouldn't budge.

I gave in.

I kissed him. "You're an infatuated fool. And I love you."

I smeared a thick coating of lube onto my rock-hard shaft. Then I put the head against his pucker and pushed in slowly, watching for signs of pain, planning to stop for a full minute if I saw even the hint of a grimace.

But he took it like a trooper. I didn't see more than a slight wince as I pushed through his rectal sphincter, and my offer to stop was dismissed with an insistent: "No. Keep going."

I slid my hands under him and pushed in further, my delight increased by the satiny feel of his canal.

Having passed beyond the sphincter, I was able to glide smoothly through his tight channel, going all the way in until my hips were pushing against his firm cheeks.

I paused, in a blissful haze at the combined sensation of those resilient hillocks cushioning my hips and the grip of Todd's smooth conduit on my rigid shaft while his rectum bathed the front portion in its heat.

I waited a minute before sliding out most of the way and then pulling him toward me, bringing me back in all the way until I once again felt those pliant cheeks.

I started a regular rhythm, maintaining a voluptuously slow pace, enthralled by the grip of his canal and the heat of his rectum.

After a few strokes I asked "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine. It feels good. I didn't think that would happen. You can speed up if you want."

"Not yet. This is too good to hurry. I want it to give you as much pleasure as it's giving me."

"It is giving me pleasure" he replied, "and what's even better is that I can hear how happy it's making you." 

I hadn't realized that I was making any sound.

I continued to pump in and out, building toward climax.

Suddenly Todd yelled: "Oh! You just hit something great!"

"That's your sweet spot" I informed him. "It's your prostate gland. I've been trying to hit it just right."

"You sure hit it right that time."

A few strokes later I must have hit it again, because he let out a jubilant "Wow!"

Now knowing exactly how to move, I speeded up.

Soon I experienced the telltale preliminary electric thrill and then felt the flow as I pumped my semen deep into Todd's hot rectum.

Afterward, I stayed on top of him, luxuriating in the afterglow, until my penis began to wilt and I slipped out.

"Stay there a minute" I directed, as I got up and retrieved a tube from my bedside table.

I squeezed some salve onto a finger and rubbed it around the rim of his pucker. Then I squeezed some directly onto the center and used the finger to push it inside and work it around.



As I massaged the salve into Todd's rectal vestibule, he asked "Is that more lube? Are you going to come in again?"

"No, it's a local anesthetic" I told him. "You're going to be sore. This will reduce the discomfort."

I put the tube back on the table and wiped my finger. Then I got back into bed and lay down next to Todd. Only then did I think to ask him: "Did you cum while I was inside you? I was hoping to feel you squeezing my dick as you came."

"I was close."

"Close isn't acceptable" I said, and flipped him over onto his back.

He was still fully erect. "Raise your knees" I commanded.

When Todd had done that, I reached down, snaked my middle finger into his cleft, teasingly slithered it around the rim of his salve-slicked pucker a few times, and then pushed it deep inside.

Todd winced, but he remained hard.

I slid my mouth over his erect penis, taking in its entire length. Then, as I worked it in and out I used my inserted finger to press rhythmically on his sweet spot while using my thumb to massage the area in back of those smooth balls.

His squirms and excited cries made it clear that I was driving him half crazy. Indeed, within a minute my mouth was deluged by powerful jets of his warm, slippery cum.

When the ejaculation was finished, he fought to get his breath back as he gasped "That was phenomenal!"

"I liked it too" I told him, smiling broadly and wiping a vagrant white trickle from the corner of my mouth.

After that, we lay together on our backs, dozing on and off.

I was half asleep when I heard Todd say: "Shawn?"

"Mm?"

"You're not harmless."

That jolted me wide awake. I sat up. "Where did that come from?"

There was a mischievous grin on his face. "That first night, when you invited me into your bed? You said you're harmless. You're not harmless, you're insidious."

"What?"

"I'm a straight man who was minding his own business, when you came along. You saved my life, but then you made me fall in love with you. That was unfair."

I rolled on top of him and pinned his arms above his head. Smiling down at him, I said "You're evil, you know that? Trying to make me feel guilty because you love me almost as much as I love you? I'll have none of that."

I began kissing him all over his face, demanding after every kiss that he admit I'm not insidious. I kept it up until he was laughing uncontrollably and yelled "Ok, ok! I give up! You're not insidious!"

"Say you're sorry!" I now added to my demand, continuing to kiss him.

Struggling unsuccessfully to free his arms, he protested "You told me to stop apologizing!"

"Not about this!" I countered. "Apologize!"

"Alright I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he yelled, almost in tears from laughing so much.




A Friend in Need



I let go and rolled off him. "That's better."

When we had both settled down, he turned to me and said: "Ask me what kind of eggs I plan to be like in the future, starting right now."

"What?"

"Go ahead, ask me."

"I'm sure this will get me another prankish remark, but ok, what kind of eggs?"

"Over easy" he said, flopping onto his stomach and eyeing me expectantly.

I gave him a blank look.

"Don't you get it?" he asked with a grin, grabbing the cushion and handing it to me. "When you're completely recharged, I want to do this again."

Grinning back at him, I took the cushion and put it under his hips. "It will be my pleasure."

Epilogue

Todd never went back to the guest room. Or moved back to his own apartment. He moved in with me, and we've now been together for twenty years.

He continues to think of himself as straight, on the grounds that he's still sometimes attracted to women, but I'm the only one he has sex with: Almost every night after we've crawled into bed he grabs a cushion, flops over onto his stomach with the cushion under his hips, and eggs me on (pun definitely intended here) with a naked view of his elevated rear end, a sight that always sets me on fire. I accept the invitation and take my pleasure inside that enticing behind, to the sounds of his coos and euphoric cries.

Sometimes he cums while I'm inside him, but if not I suck him off and then give back some of his semen with a passionate kiss.

Afterward, we fall asleep in each other's arms.

END



A Friend in Need



I've been dating my girlfriend, Amanda, for about 5 years now. I love her dearly: she appreciates my odd sense of humor, does her best to cheer me up when I'm feeling down, and compliments me in every way, except one. Her sex drive just can't seem to keep up with mine. As a 25 year old man, I'm always ready to go it seems. She loves to flirt, giving me the eyes, subtle winks and nods... but rarely actually wants to get down and fuck. Once a week, maybe... and it's gone for a month at a time without any. She just doesn't seem to realize it, it seems.

Recently, we had a little fight - I went to visit her at her mother's house, and forgot to bring the condoms. After a heavy makeout session, and me going down on her for 20 minutes, making her cum repeatedly, she decides she wanted to tease me. She starts sucking me, but then stops, saying my punishment is that she's not going to let me cum. Fuck that shit. For as rarely as she gets me off already, I'll be damned if I'm going to be teased like that. I got up and left the room. She follows me and we finally talk about how frustrated I am with her sexually. I hadn't wanted to bring it up before. I mean, I don't want to ruin a great relationship with something as trivial as sex... but hell, to a 25 year old guy, what good is a relationship without sex? 

So here we are, about a week after our argument. We're lounging around my house, with her best friend Amber. We've been watching the Planet Earth documentary series, me and Amanda curled up on one couch with Amber on the other. Amanda had been lightly rubbing herself against me throughout the morning, and it had gotten my appetite sparked. Unfortunately, with Amber there, I knew there was no chance of anything happening. Eventually, I excused myself to go take a shower, figuring some alone time under the water would take my mind off things.

As the steaming water washed over me, I was starting to relax, when I heard the bathroom door open. Being a one bathroom apartment, I never locked the door when guests were over, just in case. I heard some rustling around, of clothing being removed, and I figured Amanda was coming to join me. "Hey babe, did Amber go home already?" I called out.

The answer was soon made apparent as the curtain was pulled open, and Amber slid into the shower next to me. I stood there in shock as my eyes took in her naked body. She's about 5'4", with a very athletic build. I'd always thought her legs were great in shorts, but they looked even better running up to a carefully trimmed landing strip. Her belly was tight, from the hours of swimming she did every day at water polo practice. Her breasts were small, probably a 32B, but with wonderful nipples that seemed to look up at me. Topping it all off was her shoulder length blonde hair framing a pretty face. The smile on her face told me she didn't mind my lecherous gaze in the least, and she stood there a moment letting me stare at her before she pushed me to one side to get under the water herself.

"So, Greg (that's me), Amanda says you've been rather frustrated lately in the bedroom department. She asked me to step in and help you out with that" she said calmly as she let the water run over her. Her hands ran over her head, wetting her hair, then down her chest and stomach, before leaving her body and reaching for my quickly growing cock. A couple quick strokes brought me to my full seven inches, and her eyes never left mine as she dropped to her knees in front of me. She slowly ran her tongue up my length, but all I could wonder was where Amanda was?

"I'm sorry, I can't do this" I said quickly as I pulled myself away just before she took me into her mouth. I jumped out of the shower, and left the room, still dripping wet as I went looking for my girlfriend. I found her curled into a ball on the bed, shaking silently in tears. Jumping down behind her, I wrapped my arms around her, and could feel her stiffen against me as the moisture on my body soaked through her clothes.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. "I thought you would jump at the chance to get your dick sucked by another chick" she sobbed.

"Amanda, she's pretty, but I love you"

"So? I obviously don't have it in me to satisfy you, so I figured you'd like someone else to do it."

"Babe, honestly, it's all I could do to say no. But I love you, and you're the one I want to be with."

She rolled over, wiping the tears away from her face so she could look me in the eyes. "Really?"

"Really, really" I said, and smiled as I saw the corny movie reference hit her and lighten her mood a little. She leaned in to kiss me, gently at first, then deeper. My hands pulled at her, bringing her closer to me as we kissed. Her body ground against mine, and she registered my hard cock pressed against her. Her hand dropped between us, squeezing me gently.

"So, is this for me, or for her?" she asked teasingly, and I could see the lust starting in her eyes.

"Well, maybe a little of both" I replied in the same joking tone. The smile on her face stayed as she started stroking me.

"So, did she touch you?"

"Yes, just like that"

She started moving her way down my body. "Did she lick you?" she asked before lightly running her tongue around my head.

"Yes, but she licked me all the way, bottom to top" I replied, and watched in wonder as she did the same.

"Like that?" she asked.

"Yes, but she was naked, too"

"Well, we'll see if I can match that" she said as she released me and peeled off her top. Her 34Cs came bouncing into view, her large puffy nipples standing out from her pale skin. She then stood up and stripped off the PJ bottoms she wore around the house, revealing her shaved slit. Kneeling back down between my legs, she licked me again, just like Amber had a few minutes ago. "Is that better?" she asked.

"Much better, thank you"

She placed her lips on the top of my cock, and slowly took just the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and making me moan before releasing me. "Did she do that for you?" she asked?

"No, I left to find you before she could get that far."

"Really? We might have to fix that then" she said as she jumped up and left the room. My mind spun as I took in what she just said. I heard the shower stop, and just a minute later both naked women bounced into the room. Amber walked over to the bed, and stood over me, looking down at my cock and licking her lips.

"Looks like I get to help you out with that after all, whether you like it or not" she said as she sat down between my legs. Her wet hair fell over my thighs as she positioned her mouth to take me in. Amanda lay down next to me, one hand stroking my hair, the other reaching down to brush Amber's hair out of the frame as she slowly started sucking the head of my cock.

"Wow, so this is what you see when I go down on you, Greg? No wonder you like it so much, that's a wonderful sight." One of my hands went down to join hers in running through Amber's wet hair as I turned to kiss my girlfriend. My other slid down her body, reaching to finger her slit, but she stopped me. "Did you finger her yet?" she asked. She smiled as I shook my head, confused. "Then you can't touch me down there, either" she teased.

The light dawned in my head - she wanted to continue the friend-first game! "Well then, I guess I shouldn't have kissed you yet, either? And for that matter, now that she's sucked my cock, how about you go down there, too?" I said, starting to take control of the situation. My hand in Amber's hair pulled her head to the side, as my other hand pushed Amanda's head down beside her. Their eyes met, then turned to look up at me as they both stuck their tongues out to lick me. I pulled Amanda's head up to the tip of my cock before pushing her down on it, forcing myself halfway into her mouth. Amber's tongue flicked against the base of my shaft, before dancing down against my balls. The sensation of two mouths on me was quickly going to be too much to take, so I pulled on Amber's hair, pulling her up against me to kiss her. Her mouth against mine made a good distraction to keep myself from cumming too quickly, but I had other ideas in mind.

"I want to eat your pussy" I whispered in her ear, and she quickly rotated up her body to position her clean smelling hole above my mouth. My tongue slid gently around the sides of it, teasing gently, while she lowered her mouth back down to my cock in the 69 position. I love eating pussy, and I was relishing the taste of a new one while I had both women going down on me. 

Even though my view was blocked by Amber's cunt, I could tell who was who by how far they could take me - Amanda could never get more than half of my length in her mouth, but Amber could easily take in all seven inches. I would moan into her muff every time she did, causing her to moan around me in response. After only a few minutes of them trading off, I could feel myself getting close. I pulled my tongue out of her juicy cunt just long enough to warn them that I was going to cum soon.

Amanda pulled her mouth off of me and started to stroke me; she had never let me cum in her mouth before, so I kind of expected it. Amber, however, quickly replaced her, with her tongue dancing circles around my head as I exploded into her mouth. I felt her body shift as she swallowed my load, then cleaned me off with her tongue again. "I need to get fucked" she told Amanda, "Help me keep him up." And together, they licked me to make sure that my erection would stay around. I don't think I really needed the help, having two horny women in bed with me was enough to keep me going, but I wasn't going to tell them that.

Amber quickly slid down my body, and holding my cock straight up, positioned her pussy at the tip. Facing me, she slowly rubbed it against her outer lips, before dropping down on it. Even though I had just cum, the sensation of a brand new, dripping wet pussy suddenly wrapped around me was enough to make me groan aloud. Amanda fixed that though... she soon replaced her friend's snatch by sitting on my face as well. Her pussy was soaking - she was incredibly turned on, and she was moaning at the feel of my tongue before Amber had even started to really ride me. Amber's pussy was great - even though it wasn't quite as tight as Amanda's, I could feel her squeezing it around me as she started to fuck me slowly. I wish I could have seen her riding me, but i wasn't going to complain as I buried my face into my girlfriend's pussy.

Amanda's always been able to get off quickly when I ate her out, but I had an idea. "Hey Amanda, when I was eating her out, she was licking my cock, too. How about you get to work?"

She stiffened above me. "She's using it right now, can't I get you back later?" She'd never expressed any interest in women, and obviously didn't want to try now, but I'm an asshole, and at the time, a very horny one.

"That depends, do you want me to let you cum?" I asked back? Hearing a sigh of resignation, she leaned forward, bringing her mouth down to where my body and Ambers met. With the slow ride Amber was giving me, i had plenty of time to feel Amanda's tongue start running around the base of my cock. "Now that's not so bad, is it?" i asked, knowing she had to be tasting her friend's juices as they ran down my shaft.

"No, not really" she paused long enough to say. "Now it's your turn to get back to work." And I happily did, finally paying enough attention to her clit to allow her to build to an orgasm. I stalled her right before she could though, teasing her; I've always loved being able to make her cum whenever I want her to, not when she does. 

"Not until Amber cums babe, you know that" was the inevitable response. I could hear Amber laughing as she continued to slowly ride me.

"I'm enjoying the slow fuck though, I don't really want to speed it up. And I don't think I'm anywhere near cu..." She stopped speaking as Amanda started attacking her clit with her tongue, and from the sounds of the moans that coming from both of them, I think they were each enjoying it. Soon I felt Amber's juices gushing down my shaft as she came, and Amanda's tongue hurried to clean them off of me. She must have been using her fingers to rub Amber's clit, because I quickly felt Amber start to squirm on my cock again.

True to my word, I began licking out Amanda with gusto, giving her the promised orgasm she'd worked so hard for. Her body started to spasm on top of mine as it hit her, until she went limp on top of me. Amber had stopped moving after her second orgasm, too, leaving my rock hard cock still inside her. I flexed my muscles, making it twitch in her pussy, and she jumped a little before giggling and sliding off. "Now that was a good ride" she said as she collapsed next to us.

I wasn't quite yet done though, and I pulled Amanda's head to my cock again, making her clean her best friend's juices off of it. I lifted her body off mine, and lay her down on her back next to Amber. Positioning myself between her legs, I slowly pushed my cock into my girlfriend's pussy, leaning down on my elbows and kissing her as I eased myself all the way inside. Grinding against her, our pubic bones pushing against each other, making her moan again. 

Easing out, I left just the tip inside her, as she groaned. "Put it back in me" she begged, and I did, ramming it home with enough force to push her up against her friend's belly. Amber was lightly running her fingers over her pussy, a sight which Amanda noticed, and with a quick glance and a smile back at me, she repositioned her head so she could lick across Amber's slit.

Amber moaned in surprise for a moment, then sat up, placing her pussy right above Amanda's mouth, facing me. I kept on fucking Amanda, enjoying the sight of her tongue on Amber's clit. I grabbed Amber by the neck, and leaned forward, kissing her, then sucking on her bouncing tits. It didn't take long before she was shuddering again with a small orgasm, she leaned forward into me while she recovered. Amanda kept at it though, not giving her a chance to relax, and Amber decided to return the favor.

Pushing me backwards a little bit, she positioned her head at Amanda's pussy in the 69 position again, and with my cock still halfway inside my girlfriend, she started licking us both. I started to fuck again, slowly, and between my cock and Amber's tongue on her clit, Amanda was soon climaxing again.

I was on the verge by this time, too, and both girls must have sensed it. I tried to fuck her faster, but Amanda pulled off of me, and started sucking me. Amber knelt behind her, fondling her tits, as I came closer. "I'm going to cum" I warned Amanda, expecting her to pull her mouth off me, but she kept on sucking, and started swirling her tongue around the head of my cock as I shot my load into her mouth. I stood there for a second, then collapsed on the bed next to them. The girls just giggled, and cuddled up next to me, one on each side, and we lay in a sweaty exhausted pile until we dozed off. 

I woke up an hour or so later, both girls still curled up, and started disentangling myself to get up. Amanda woke up and groggily asked me where I was going. "I'm going to take a shower again babe... I never did finish my last one."

She chuckled. "Be careful, you know what that can lead to..."



A Friend In Need



***

Just another husband and wife sharing with a friend story ... if you aren't into exhibitionism, panties and wife-sharing, then this is not for you!

***

A great friend of mine was coming up to visit for the weekend. My wife and I had known him for a long time and he was one of those seldom-found male friends where you had no (or very few!) secrets and who you could really trust. I also knew for a fact that my wife - Petra - had a soft spot for him. We had sometimes even fantasised together about having a threesome with him and although it had never gone further than Petra and I having good sex while sharing and discussing a few fantasies, I often wondered what it would be like to actually go ahead and take things a bit further.

That evening as we lay in bed, I decided to broach the subject her. Petra was dressed in a rather plain white cotton nightie that wouldn't normally have raised much interest except that the material was so thin that you could easily make out the shape and colour of her breasts and nipples as well as the small, neatly-trimmed patch of pubic hair at her crotch.

I cuddled up against her back and cupped one breast with my hand.

'Hmm. Feeling horny are we?'

'You bet!'

'And what brought this on?'

I said nothing.

'Maybe we should invite Jason more often if this is what it does to you!'

She had said it in a joking manner, but there was a hint of something in her voice that made me think that she knew more than she was letting on.

'And if that were true, why would you complain?'

'Who said I was complaining?' She wriggled her bum against my cock. 'I love it!'

'You love what? The fact that I am horny or the fact that it has to do with Jason staying here?'

'That would be telling, wouldn't it?'

'Come on then ... I want to hear the answer!'

'Well it definitely has to do with you being horny ...'

'And?'

'It might have something to do with Jason staying over the weekend!'

'Might?'

'Might.'

'That's no answer!'

'OK. Yes. It is nice to see Jason again!'

I gently rubbed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and was rewarded by her pushing back against my swelling cock as her nipple stiffened.

'To see him again? Just how much of him would you like to see?'

'That would be telling!'

'OK. Would you like to see some of him or all of him?'

'Er, well, maybe I would like to see all of him.'

'Hmm, you naughty thing! But then you would probably have to show him something in return. I mean, fair's fair, right?'

'Maybe. But then again, maybe I wouldn't mind doing it! And judging by the way your cock is shoving into me, I think you like the idea too!'

'You might just be right there!'

'What would I have to show him? My panties?'

She reached down and wrapped her hand around my stiffened cock.

'Yes, I think that he would like to see your panties.'

'Which ones?'

'Well, I would start with the pink stretch panties ...'

Petra climbed out of bed and opened the door to our walk-in cupboard. She disappeared inside and then returned wearing the pale pink knickers that I was referring to. They were of a thin, stretchy material that clung to her body and had a narrow crotch and thin waistband that curved over her hips. She had also put on a matching top - it had spaghetti string straps over the shoulders and clung to her slim body. The shape of her small breasts was clearly visible and I could see two small points where her erect nipples jutted through the soft material.

'Do you mean that you would like him to see me like this?'

'I think that that would be a good start, yes.'

She moved towards me and pulled back the duvet to climb back into bed when I stopped her.

'Wait. I have an idea. Why don't you go downstairs and get me a bottle of water in case I get thirsty tonight?'

'Grant, you can't be serious!'

'Come on, do me a favour?'

'But Jason - I don't know if he's in his room - he might see me!'

'Then you just have to think up an excuse ... and I'm sure he wouldn't object anyway!'

'Look, that was just a fantasy earlier ...'

'Come on. Please?'

She glanced at the bedroom door and I knew that I had won.

'OK. But just this once.'

She turned off the bedroom light, opened the door a crack and peered out into the dark hallway. The only light was the moon light streaming in through the windows which ran from the roof to the floor. Apparently satisfied that the coast was clear, she slipped out and scampered quietly along the hall and down the stairs. A minute later she came back clutching a bottle of water in her hand. Stepping in through the doorway, she pushed the door quietly closed behind her and clambered into bed, handing me the bottle of water.

I cupped her breast through the thin pink top and felt her pert erect nipple under my fingertips. Her heart was pumping wildly and I grinned as I looked at her.

'That wasn't so bad, was it?'

'Er, no. In fact it was er ...'

She took my hand and placed it between her thighs. I slipped my hand down over the smooth soft material that cupped her pussy and was surprised to find that her knickers were damp.

'Petra - that turned you on, didn't it?!'

'No kidding! I don't know why, but it turned me on, that's for sure.'

'Then maybe you'd better do it again?'

'OK! I think I should take the water back, but I have to put on something dry.'

She turned on the light and once again went into the cupboard and came back out again wearing a pair of violet cotton panties and a matching bra. The panties were bikini style and the bra was fairly conservative, but I could easily make out the shape of her nipples which were as stiff as I had ever seen them.

She walked over to the door and turned off the light. Opening the door wide, she walked out along the corridoor - much more slowly than the first time - and down the stairs.

I stood up and walked over to the door where I could watch her come back up the stairs. The moonlight shone over her body, giving her a surreal appearance and turning the bra and panties almost black in its blue-ish light. She walked back the corridor towards me and glancing over her shoulder, she undid her bra and slipped it off just as she reached the bedroom. I immediately bent down towards her and cupped her small breasts in my hands and kissed first one and then another nipple as she tried, but failed, to push past me into the bedroom.

'Grant!' she hissed 'Let me in!'

I let her by and she closed the door before flinging her arms around me and kissing me hard. As we finally peeled ourselves apart, she pushed me towards the bed.

'I need that cock of yours - now!'

Figuring that she was hot enough to be able to push a bit harder, I decided to risk it.

'Wait, one more time!'

'What? I need you now! I'm so wet ...'

'Go and get changed again and bring another pair of knickers with you.'

Without a word, she turned and did as she was told. She came back dressed in a pair of pale grey silk panties with a matching bra. In her hand she was carrying a pair of bottle-green cotton panties.

'Are these OK?'

'Yes. Give them to me.'

I took them from her and opened the door again.

'Wait here.'

Walking quietly along the corridor, my heart pounding with every step, I paused in front of Jason's bedroom and stood stock still, listening for any sign of life. There was nothing. Bending down, I opened the panties out and slipped one leg over the handle of the bedroom door and left them hanging there. Walking quickly back, I turned to Petra.

'So. I want you to go over there and hang your undies over his door handle and come back wearing the green ones!'

'I can't do that! He might wake up - assuming that he's even asleep!'

I kissed her hard and slipped one hand down and into her panties. She was sopping wet. I ran one finger light as a feather over her clit, causing her to gasp.

'You can do it - in fact, I bet you would love to do it, wouldn't you?!'

'No! Well, yes, but I'm just scared in case I get caught.'

'He's fast asleep. Go on.'

'Do you really want me to?'

'Yes!'

'And if he catches me?'

'Let's cross that bridge when we come to it, but it won't happen. I promise!'

She glanced at me once more and then slipped out and along to the door. I moved so that I could see her clearly. Reaching down, she carefully slipped the panties off the handle and lay them on the floor. Then she reached behind her and unclipped her bra and quietly peeled it off before cautiously hooking the arm of the grey silk bra over the handle. As she turned to me, the moonlight caught her pert breasts and I marvelled at how perfect they were. Not a hint of sagging and crowned by her fully erect nipples, I could feel my cock throbbing in excitement. Still facing me, she reached down and took the waistband of her silk panties and slipped them down, briefly revealing a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair before she stepped out of them and hooked them over the door handle next to the bra. She stood and faced me, holding her clenched fists up in a winners pose and then bent down and stepped into the bottle-green knickers and pulled them up. She walked back slowly, walking proudly and erectly down the granite-tiled floor. As soon as she reached me, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom, closing the door behind us. 

'Fuck me! Now!'

I held her hand and moved towards the bed.

'No. I don't want to make love, I want you to take me!'

This was a side of my wife that I very seldom saw. I pushed her back onto the bed and spread her legs, bending them at the knee as I did so. Tugging the soaking wet crotch of her panties to one side, I placed the tip of my cock between the soft wet lips of her labia and plunged into her with one hard thrust until our pubic bones clashed together. She gasped.

'Yes!'

I pulled back and thrust into her again and again until I could feel the first pulse of my approaching orgasm. All I was aware of was the way she thrust up against me; of how my throbbing cock slipped into her soaking pussy and the way the cotton panties rubbed against my shaft as I moved. Just then, she arched her back and groaned.

'Oh, God, I'm coming! Yes!'

This was more than I could take and I shot my load, my balls tightening as wave after wave of cum spurted out of me only to be swallowed up in the depths of Petra's pussy. As my climax subsided, I lowered myself down and we kissed tenderly. 

'Oh, man, that was good!'

'No kidding - I am wiped out!'

'I hope not - I need a bit more TLC from you, but first ...'

She pushed up against my chest. I got the message and went into our en-suite bathroom and washed. As I returned, Petra went in and came back a few minutes later and climbed back into bed beside me. She was still wearing the green panties and as I slipped my hand down, I felt the drenched material and briefly wondered how much of it was cum and how much of it was from her. I started tugging them down, but she stopped me.

'No, leave them on!'

I moved my hand inside the wet cotton and let my fingers run up and down the moist valley that I find there.

'Mmmm. That is good. Did you like me doing that?'

'Yes. It was incredibly horny! Thank you!'

'Do you like the idea of Jason seeing me like that?'

'Yes!'

'Tell me.'

This was an old game of ours and I knew exactly what she wanted to hear. She wanted me to tell her a sexy fantasy while I brought her off - fine by me!'

'I would like him to watch us now. I would pull back the covers of the bed so that he could see you.'

'And then?'

'He would peel off his boxer shorts so that you could see his cock.'

'Mmm. Is he hard?'

'Oh yes. Very! He's holding his cock in his hand and watching my hand stroking your pussy under your panties.'

'Oh.'

'I can see the pre-cum on the tip of his cock - he's close to coming!'

'Mmm. Me too!'

'He says that he wants to see your pussy while I masturbate you.'

'Oh, yes. Take my panties off so that he can see my pussy!'

I peel down the soaking wet material and she shuffles around to help me push her panties down over her shins and off one leg until the lie hooked around her left ankle. Her pussy is swollen and soaking wet and so I slip my fingers back down and continue to play with her clit.

'Oh, Grant, I'm so close to coming!'

'Spread your legs for him!'

Petra moves her legs apart without hesitation. If Jason had been there, he would have a perfect view of my beautiful wife wantonly spread before him.

'Jason's moved and is now kneeling between your thighs. He's masturbating faster now. It won't be long 'til he cums!'

'Oh, God, yes! Masturbate his cock for me!'

I continue teasing her clit and play along with the story for her.

'Hmmm. That's nice - his cock is so warm and hard - and I can feel it throbbing ...'

'Oh, Grant, make him cum!'

As I continued to gently run my fingertip over and around her soaking clit and pussy, Petra's hips started gyrating against my hand, tracing small circles under my fingers.

'He's about to cum Petra! I am jerking him harder now and he's kneeling up between your thighs!'

'Oh, oh ...'

'Wow! He's just shot his first load of cum over your pussy and tummy!'

'Grant! I'm coming! YES!'

As Petra bucked under my fingers I pressed my fingertips firmly against her clit and held them there.

'And now he's just sprayed your breasts with cum!'

'Oh, wow!'

With one last shudder, Petra flopped back onto the bed and pulled the duvet up over us both. I reached behind me and turned off the light before cuddling up to Petra under the covers. She turned her head and kissed me.

'That was a serious turn-on!'

'For me too!'

'I never thought that I would get turned on by exposing myself like that ... well, risking being exposed.'

'I found it really hot. In fact, ...'

I hesitated, unsure whether I would be going too far.

'In fact what?'

'Well. Would you do me a favour?'

'That depends! What do you want me to do?'

'I'd like you to give Jason and me some accidental flashes tomorrow.'

My heart pounded in my ribs and I waited for what seemed like ages before she answered me.

'What should I flash? And what do mean by accidental?'

'Just your knickers. Or go bra-less or something.'

'And what do you mean by accidental?'

'That it doesn't look like you meant for him to catch a glimpse of anything.'

'I'm not sure that I can do it! I mean, I've never done anything like that before!'

'Please Petra? It would really turn me on!'

'Let me sleep over it OK?'

'OK.'

'Goodnight. Sleep tight.'

'And you.'

I lay awake for a long time that night wondering what tomorrow would bring and where it would all lead.

***

'Shit, Grant!'

I woke up groggily the next morning with sunlight streaming in through a gap in the curtains and Petra sitting bolt upright in bed, her breasts free and a worried look on her face. She turned to me and shook my shoulder.

'Wake up!'

'I am awake.' I answered groggily.

'We left my undies hanging on Jason's door last night!'

Oops!

'Quick! Go and get them!'

Petra slipped out of bed and pulled her discarded nightie on before quietly opening the door and peeking out. Silence. She sneaked out and reappeared less than a minute later, clutching the pale grey underwear that she had discarded the night before. As she closed the door behind her, I took in the bottle-green knickers that were clearly visible through the thin white nightie she was wearing - as were her very erect nipples and cute little breasts.

'That was lucky - thank God for late sleepers!'

She climbed into bed beside me.

'Oh, I don't know - I'm sure Jason wouldn't have minded - wouldn't have minded finding your undies on his door handle or seeing you like that!'

'Yeah, I bet he wouldn't!'

'Well? Have you thought about what I said last night?'

'Yes.'

'And?'

'You'll just have to wait and see. Come on let's get dressed and go and get breakfast ready.'

'OK.'

*******

We had just finished laying the table outside on the terrace, when we heard the first sounds of movement from upstairs followed shortly thereafter by the sound of the shower running.

'OK. I'm just going to nip upstairs for a second. I'll be right back!'

I watched her disappearing through the kitchen door, her cute bum wrapped in a pair of tight faded jeans. She was wearing a white long-sleeved top and open-toed sandals which all-in-all looked to be rather warm for what was going to be another hot and sunny day.

I walked out onto the terrace and sat down on the bench, enjoying the early morning sunshine. 10 minutes later, Petra and Jason came out and greeted me. To this day I still don't know whether I was surprised or not when I saw that Petra had got changed. However, I do know that I felt the first wave of blood spreading through my groin when I saw that she had got changed and was now wearing a pair of thin white cotton trousers and a navy blue T-shirt. I have to admit, when I first saw her come out, my heart leapt into my mouth! Despite my asking her the night before, I never REALLY believed that she would actually go ahead and do it!

Her white trousers were so thin, that the panties that she was wearing underneath were clearly visible. Best of all though is that she had actually chosen to wear her bright orange cotton panties that I love so much. Normally she would never - OK, seldom - wear anything other than white undies with these trousers and if she did, then it was normally a thong which couldn't be seen.

I glanced briefly at Jason who was taking the opportunity to check out Petra's peachy ass. Looking down, I could see the bright orange cotton bikini-panties wrapped around her bum and even when she turned to face me, I was still able to make out at least the outline of the narrow crotch of her knickers, although they were somewhat hidden by the pockets of her trousers.

I followed Petra back into the house, leaving Jason on the terrace. As soon as we reached the kitchen, I grabbed her from behind and cupped her breasts in my hands, noticing immediately that she was bra-less and that her nipples were as stiff as organ stops!

'You did it!'

'Do you mind?'

'Mind? Christ no! I've got such a hard-on I can hardly walk!'

'I just feel a bit exposed and cheap!'

I let her go and turned to the coffee machine and started making three coffees.

'You're certainly not cheap even if you are showing your knickers!'

'I'm also a bit worried about what Jason will think ...'

'Judging by the way his was checking your bum out, I don't think that you need to worry too much there!'

She grinned nervously.

'Was he really?'

'Yes! He couldn't keep his eyes off you!'

'And you really don't mind?'

'The only thing that I mind is that I can only see your knickers through your trousers!'

Petra glanced over towards the terrace where she could see Jason sitting in the lounger with his eyes closed against the sun. Before I could react, she had unbuttoned her trousers and pushed them half-way down her thighs. I had a quick glance at her bright orange crotch before she turned around and showed me her cotton-covered bum. As she turned back to me, she pulled her trousers up, started doing up the buttons and grinned.

'Better?'

'Much!'

'That will have to do for now I'm afraid - we need to get back to Jason.'

'Then I'll start looking forward to later!'

I handed Petra a coffee, grabbed the other two and we walked back to join Jason again. Throughout a simple breakfast of freshly baked bread rolls and various jams, meats and cheeses, I noticed that Jason kept glancing both at me and at Petra, presumably trying to figure out what was going on. Breakfast itself was otherwise completely uneventful and we were all rather relieved that we were able to get out of the direct sun, which continued to get hotter and hotter as we ate. Once we had all finished, we tidied up and put everything away before Petra disappeared upstairs to brush her teeth. It was then that I had the chance to talk to Jason alone. Jason beat me to it.




A Friend In Need



'Grant?'

'Yes.'

'Does Petra normally walk around like that?'

'Like what?'

I decided to play ignorant.

'In those trousers. I mean, they are almost see-through!'

'Oh, yeah. Sometimes she wears them when we're at home .. when I'm lucky!'

I laugh.

'Doesn't it bother you?'

'No, of course not.'

'No, I mean when I am here.'

'Well, it's not like it's a big deal is it?' Not much! 'You've seen her often enough in a bikini. What's the difference?'

'I'm not complaining, that's for sure! It's just ...'

'Yeah?'

'Well, I'm not sure that I'd want my girlfriend wandering around in front of you showing off her knickers ...'

'What a shame - I certainly wouldn't mind!'

It really was a shame! His girlfriend was a really cute Chinese girl - slim, small-breasted and incredibly horny.

'I bet! On the other hand, maybe it wouldn't be so bad ...'

'Any time Jason, any time!'

We laughed and went back out onto the terrace. It was beginning to get hot - really hot - and within minutes, both of us were sweating. Just then Petra returned. Two pairs of eyes followed her orange knickers as she came over and joined us.

'What's up with you two?'

'Nothing.'

'Come on. Spit it out. I walk out here and all you do is stare at my midriff!'

'Not exactly.'

'No not at all.'

'Well, what is it?'

She looked down.

'Ah, you're staring at my panties!'

The two of us grinned sheepishly. She looked at us both with her hands on her hips.

'I can go and get changed if you prefer!'

'No!'

'No, you look great!'

'Hmm. Well I'm still not convinced, but one thing I do know is that it is too hot to sit around here dressed like this. I'm going to get changed into something cooler. Why don't you two put a few blankets on the terrace so that we can at least sit down more comfortably?'

No sooner said than done. I went and got a couple of old blankets that we used for the outside and lay them out on the wooden terrace. Before sitting down, I pulled off my T-shirt and flung it onto the table. Jason quickly followed suit until we were both sitting there in just our jeans.

Petra came back and both of us stared at her.

'Is that OK?'

We just grinned at her like idiots. She was wearing a black pleated tennis skirt and the top half of a rich red swimming costume which was basically like the top of those leotards that ballet dancers wear except that it stopped just above the belly button and the material was a bit thicker. I say a bit, because it was still thin enough to be able to make out the shape of her small nipples through the dark red stretchy material! She had taken off her shoes and I was pleased to see that she had painted her toenails in a matching red tone. All in all, very sexy!

Given that the tennis skirt came only half-way down her thighs and that we were sitting with our eyes at the same level as her crotch, it was almost as if her tennis skirt was a micro skirt, although I couldn't see any more than a fair bit of long slender thigh.

Petra crouched down between us on her knees and then moved forwards to lie on her tummy. She did this in such a clever way that we were unable to see anything more than we had seen earlier. Jason of course took the opportunity to check her out. She looked really sexy. Her short black skirt folded over her cute little bum and came less than half way down the backs of her thighs, the pleats opening and falling to the side so that you could imagine that you might be able to see up her skirt from behind. However, from where we were sitting, this wasn't an option. Her legs were slim and muscular and lightly tanned, giving the general impression of both youth and good health. I don't know how Jason was feeling, but Petra's behaviour was getting to me and I shuffled a little to get comfortable on what was now a growing erection.

For the next minute or two, we chatted away with Petra still lying flat on her front supporting herself on her elbows. I then noticed that she shuffled back slightly which caused her skirt to be tugged up her body somewhat. It was all very discrete and I'm not even sure that Jason had noticed. However, the result was that her skirt was now pulled up to the lower edge of her bum, still not actually revealing anything but still a lot higher than could be considered 'respectable'! 

After a couple of minutes, Jason obviously picked up on the situation and I caught him glancing down at Petra's bum as often as he could without being obvious about it. I, for my part, made sure to carry on with the conversation and not to 'catch' Jason looking. 

Suddenly Jason turned around and sat up, making sure his body was hiding his crotch.

'I think you guys will have to excuse me for a minute.'

He stood up, keeping his crotch turned away from us and headed into the house to go to the loo. As soon as he had gone, Petra turned to me with a grin.

'Is that what you wanted?'

'Yes! I am so horny, I'm not sure how much more I can take of this!'

She rolled over onto her back and grinned.

'Maybe I should do this ...'

She reached down and pulled her skirt up over her waist, revealing a pair of pale blue panties in a very thin cotton with a white lace trim. The material was so thin that I could clearly make out the shadow of her neatly trimmed pubic bush.

'Petra! Jason will be back any second!'

I couldn't believe what she was up to - this was so unlike anything she would normally do.

'But isn't that what you wanted? Or maybe this? Didn't you want Jason to see me like this?'

She laughed quietly and spread her legs so that the soft thin material of her panties was pulled tightly into her crotch. I just had time to take in the way the pale blue material hugged her sex, revealing the shape of her pubic valley when we heard the toilet flush. Quick as a flash, Petra pulled her skirt back down and rolled back onto her tummy.

'Wait Petra. Do me a favour and spread your legs slightly.'

She looked at me, slightly puzzled, but did as I had asked.

'Why?'

'Because, now Jason will be able to 'accidentally' see up your skirt when he comes back!'

'Oh!'

I caught a glimpse of Jason walking past the kitchen window heading towards the sliding French Windows to the terrace. Any moment now he would be in a perfect position to look up Petra's skirt. Still looking towards Petra, I noticed a shadow move behind the glass panes which reflected the sunlight from outdoors. The shadow stopped moving.

'He's standing behind the glass doors and looking out, but taking care that we can't see him.'

'Really? I'd like to see for myself.'

'Don't move. He's standing there and not moving - he must be looking at you!'

'Oh, Grant, you're making me all wet!'

Petra half rolled onto her side and supported her head on one hand, her elbow on the blanket below her. As she did so, she pulled her upper knee onto the blanket in front of her, cocked at 90 degrees to the rest of her body. If Jason wasn't able to see her panties before, he certainly was now. In this position, he would have an almost perfect view of her crotch - her legs pulled apart. I pictured the way the wet pale blue cotton would be hugging her pussy and imagined how her swollen sex would look. The shape of her pussy valley would be patently obvious and if the thin material was wet, then you would be able to make out the dark blonde pubic hair through the pale blue of her knickers.

'Petra! He's got to be able to see almost all of your bum and pussy like that! I wish I was standing there now!'

'I wish you were too! I would like you both to see me like this! What would you do?'

'I would get my cock out and start masturbating! I'm bursting as it is!'

'You're making me even wetter! If I get any wetter, I'm going to have to change my panties!'

'Then just imagine how wet you'd be if you knew that we were BOTH standing there and wanking over you!'

'Oh, God!'

Petra pushed her leg back and rolled back onto her front, smoothing her skirt back down over her bum again in a perfectly natural movement. She grinned at me.

'If you'd carried on much longer, I would have had to do more than just talk about it!'

'Me too - I've got a hard-on that's threatening to poke a hole in my pants ... and Jason too by the look of it!'

I cocked my chin over Petra's shoulder at Jason who was just coming out onto the terrace. Petra turned around to look at him and I am sure that the bulge in his jeans didn't escape her attention. He walked quickly over to the blanket and sank down onto the floor next to Petra, but not before both of us had seen the state of his excitement - a fact that he tried to hide by quickly lying on his front. Petra turned towards me and grinned cheekily. I decided to up the stakes somewhat.

'I'll tell you what, it's too hot for me to lie around here in jeans ...'

I stood up and unbuckled and then unbuttoned my jeans before pulling them down over my hips. Bending forwards I continued to push them down my legs until I could step out of them and kick them to one side. Now all I was wearing was a pair of navy blue 'boy shorts' in a thin clingy material, well aware that the other two would clearly see the state of my excitement. I knew that the thin material was not going to be hiding much and as I stood up straight, both of them were staring at my crotch. I looked down and could see a smooth 'cast' of my erect cock, glimmering in the navy blue material. You could see the outer half of my cock perfectly, as was the smooth rim below the crown! Petra broke the silence.

'Er, would I be right in assuming that you like it out here Grant?!'

'Yes! It may have something to do with the way you are lying there in that tiny skirt!'

'Well, it's nice to know that I can still cause reactions like that!'

'You certainly can - at least by me! What about you Jason?'

'I think that I'm going to exercise the 5th amendment!'

'Chicken!'

'Yeah, come on Jason - I'd be interested in knowing the answer too!'

Jason laughed and stood up.

'OK, you guys, I give up. I guess that I'll have to answer the question ...'

He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down until they were hanging just above his knees. The second his jeans were open, the answer was obvious. He was wearing a pair of white boxer shorts in a lycra-like material. The shadow of his dark-coloured pubic hair was to be seen through the thin shiny material as was the form and shape of his very erect cock. It's lying at an angle to his body - pointing towards the inside of his left hip-bone - and looks to be very similar in size and shape to mine ... not as though I'm an expert in judging those types of things.

One thing is clear though - Petra can't keep her eyes off his cock - she is staring at him, or rather his cock, as if there were no tomorrow. Jason casually shoved his jeans down and stepped out of them before speaking.

'OK. So now you know.'

'We certainly do - thank you!'

'You're welcome. Although I have to admit I feel more than a little bit strange standing in front of you and your husband - one of my best friends - with an erection!'

'Speaking of which, shouldn't we also know whether or not YOU are turned on by the sight of two men with hard-ons?'

'Of course I am!'

'Is that enough of an answer for your Jason?'

'To tell the truth, not really. I would like to er, see the evidence myself!'

'No way! No way am stripping in front of you guys!'

'Hey, who said anything about stripping?'

Petra looked at Jason with a worried expression on her face.

'Well what then?'

Jason looked up at me.

'What do you think?'

'What were you thinking of?'

'I was thinking that she could maybe lift her skirt for us ...'

'No way!'

'... and if her knickers were damp ...'

'No way, Grant! These knickers are almost see-through! I am NOT doing that!'

'How about if you just roll over?'

'And?'

'Just that. If your nipples are erect, then we would believe you. Right Jason?'

Jason looked a bit disappointed, but shrugged his shoulders and nodded his agreement.

'OK.'

Petra pushed herself back up onto her knees until she was sitting on her heels. Now that we could see her chest, it was obvious that she was turned on. Whereas earlier we had been able to make out the small bumps of her nipples through the thin deep red of her top, now we could clearly see the shape of her fully erect nipples jutting out through the stretchy material. She was definitely turned on - there was no mistake about that. Still I was disappointed that she had not been prepared to show us her knickers. Simply the thought of her showing us both the skimpy panties that she was wearing was enough to send the blood pulsing through my cock.

Petra stood up and walked over to the open doorway. Looking back over her shoulder at us, she grinned.

'You two look so dejected, that I'll see if I can't find something more suitable to wear!'

With that she flicked up the back of her skirt, giving us a quick flash her peachy little bum encased in her pale blue panties. As she had said, the material was thin - thin enough that the crack of her bum and the pubic hair nestling at her crotch could be seen as dark shadows on the otherwise light blue cotton. My last impression was of the way the thin white lace edging gripped the cheeks of her bum before she let her shirt drop back down and disappeared into the house.

Jason looked at me.

'Sorry.'

'For what?'

'For pushing things so far. It's just that I was so horny and well, ...'

'Hey, no problem! As you can see for yourself, I am not exactly untouched by events either!'

'True!'

He looked down at my cock that was still straining under my pants and laughed.

'I just want to be sure that you are OK with everything. Petra too.'

'I can only answer for me - I have no problem with anything that has happened. I mean, you've seen Petra often enough in a bikini that showed a lot more than we saw today ... as for Petra ... you may have noticed that she will make her opinion more than clear if necessary!'

He laughed.

'True. Actually, I have to confess something to you.'

'What?'

'Well, when I came back from the toilet, I ... I saw more than you probably think.'

I decided to place innocent.

'What do you mean?'

'Well, I came back through the kitchen and saw Petra lying there.'

'Yes?'

'Because of the way she was lying, I could see right up her skirt!'

'You lucky bugger! I wish it had been me!'

He laughed, relieved.

'Well anyway, just as I was about to come out here, Petra moved and pulled one leg up ...'

'And what could you see then?'

'Pretty much everything! Well not everything - I was too far away and it was too bright out here to see clearly, but I could certainly see that she was wearing blue panties and ...'

'And? Spit it out!'

'... and I could see the shape of her pussy through her panties! God that was hot!'

'No kidding! What a shame that it wasn't me that was watching!'

'Oh, I don't know - I was quite happy to be the one to watch and anyway, you can see her any time you want!'

'Yes, but seeing her like that is ... different.'

'Yeah, I know what you mean.'

'But now you owe me one right?'

'What do you mean?'

'Next time I visit you and Huyang, I hope that I will also get to see something ...'

'I don't know how I can get her to do that. I DO have some film of her though.'

'That would be a start, but I'd still like to see her in the flesh - so to speak!'

'I'll see what I can do, but I'm not making any promises.'

'OK. I look forward to my next visit! Do you want something to drink? I'm going to get a beer.'

'Yeah, for me too please.'

I stood up and walked into the house. Just as I had taken two beers out of the fridge and opened them, Petra appeared in the doorway, peeking around the corner.

'Is Jason there?'

'No, he's still outside on the terrace. I'm just getting us something to drink. Why?'

'Well, I'm a bit nervous about coming out like this!'

She walked around the corner and stood nervously in the doorway. She had got changed, but not into her bikini as I had expected. She was wearing a matching bra and panties. They were made out of some kind of seamless elasticised material in a royal blue colour. The bra was little more than two triangles of cloth that barely covered her nipples, the shape of which I could see jutting out through the thin material. Likewise, the panties were seamless and thin ... very thin. The shape of her unruly pubic hair, squashed beneath the thin bright blue panties was easy to see, as was the slight sheen on the material at her crotch - though whether that was sweat or another type of dampness I couldn't be sure.

'Turn around.'

She did. The panties were full bikini-style and cupped those wonderful buttocks like a dream. The knickers themselves were cut high over the hip where the 'waistband' was little more than a narrow string. The bra was front-opening and had little more than a narrow simple strap across her back and two equally narrow blue straps running up over her shoulders.

'What do you think?'

'Perfect!'

I took a step towards her and let one hand slip to her crotch. The material was very damp and the warmth emanating from her pussy made me think about dragging her having her there and then.

'No! Don't!'

She pushed my hand away.

'I'm soaking as it is and not sure that I can go through with this'

'Come on - it's almost like wearing a bikini ...'

'Except that it isn't a bikini, it's my undies and a bikini has a double layer to protect me, which - as you can see - my undies do not!'

'True. I'll tell you one thing though - you look fucking horny!'

'I feel it, but it's totally embarrassing to be in this state - I feel like you can even see how wet I am!'

'And what's the difference to Jason and me walking around with our hard-ons on display?'

She paused and shrugged her shoulders.

'Maybe you're right. Why don't you go back - I need a minute to calm my nerves.'

'OK. See you soon!'

I walked through the kitchen and out onto the terrace where I handed Jason an ice-cold beer.

'Cheers!'

'Cheers!'

I lay down on the blanket and took a long slug of beer.

'Wow, that is GOOD!'

'Yeah and so is THAT!'

I looked up to see Jason staring at Petra who was standing silently in the doorway. She looked a little nervous which was not surprising, but the sight of her dressed in her matching bra and panties still sent a thrill of excitement through me. Jason couldn't keep his eyes off her. In contrast to the kitchen where the lighting was such that I could only see the general features of her undies, here in the bright - if reflected - sunshine, I could see every detail. Her panties were now to a large extent see-through; the blue triangles having turned translucent where the material had become dampened by her excitement. Whereas previously I could make out only a vague sheen on the damp material, now it glistened and revealed the tightly curled pubic hair underneath. 

Her bra was of course dry and therefore not as revealing, but the soft royal blue material cupped her breasts firmly and heightened rather than hid the shape of her breasts and their erect nipples from our view. 

Despite her apparent discomfort, she walked over and lay down between us. Lying on her stomach, her blue panties ruffled up between the cheeks of her tight bum. Looking at Jason with a grin, I slipped my finger between her cheeks and tugged them straight, causing Petra to yell out in surprise and causing Jason to grin like mad.

'Grant!'

'Sorry. Just helping you to get organised.'

'God, I almost died with shock!'

She grinned and punched me playfully on the arm.

'Petra? Why don't you take your bra off for us?'

'What? No way!'

'Come on - please?'




A Friend In Need



'No! I am not doing that - it's enough that I am dressed here in just my bra and knickers. I am not going further!'

'Hmm, shame.'

'I agree.' Jason tried - and failed - to look sad.

'But maybe you could at least lie on your back?'

'Well ...'

'Come on! I mean we are too and you can see a lot more of us than we can of you!'

'Er, OK.'

She rolled over and lay on her back, supporting her head in her hands. The cups of her breasts were now little more than scraps of bright blue material lying loosely over the flattened curves of her breasts. Despite the fact that the material had formed folds over her breasts, her nipples were still clearly seen poking through the soft bra. 

Looking down, I saw that her panties were stretched tight over her hip bones so that two small hollows had formed between the elasticised edging and the smooth brown skin between her stomach and her hips. Looking carefully, I could just about make out the outline of a few pubic hairs in the dark shadows below her panties. Looking over, I could see that Jason too was checking her out at his pleasure.

'You two - you are not exactly being subtle about it are you?!'

'Why should we be subtle? It's only natural that we check you out. It's not like one sees a beautiful woman in just a bra and sopping wet panties every day of the week is it?!'

'You're disgusting Grant!'

'What have I said now? Anyway, it's true isn't it?'

'Maybe' she laughed 'but still ...'

'And you have been checking Jason's cock out too, so you're not exactly in a position to make judgements ...'

Petra remained silent, choosing instead to pointedly look at The bulging cock in Jason's tight white elasticised boxer shorts. Looking closely, I could see that there was a small damp patch directly over the tip of his cock - was that pre-cum? I reminded myself to ask Petra later whether she had also seen it.

'That's hardly surprising is it - I mean both of you are er ...'

'Erect?'

'Well, yes.'

'And you like that?'

'Yes. I mean, of course I do! It's very er ... flattering.'

'Just flattering??'

'No, not just flattering ... it's also ... well, it's exciting!'

'Exciting?'

'Yes! A turn-on! As you so rudely pointed out!'

'Exactly! And it is - as you pointed out - rather obvious that both Jason and I are also turned on ...'

'That is true - something that can't easily be overseen!'

She grinned.

'So, are you going to go topless for us or not?'

'No!'

I frowned.

'Look, I propose a compromise ... I'll get changed into something a bit more revealing ... OK?'

'What do you think, Jason?'

'Fine by me - though I would still like to see you topless, Petra!'

Saying nothing, Petra stood up and headed back into the house. She had hardly disappeared when Jason looked over at me and grinned.

'Do you think that we should maybe shock her a little?'

I knew exactly what was coming and grinned inwardly.

'What do you have in mind?' 

'How about if the two of us strip off completely?'

'Fine by me!'

'You don't mind? I mean with Petra and so ...?'

Little did he know!

'No, that's OK. It's not like you're going to jump her bones or anything is it?'

'No! Of course not. That's why I asked whether it is all OK with you.'

I watched as he shimmied out of his white shorts and lay there on his back with his erect cock jutting out into the warm summer air. It was the first time that I had seen another man's erection (apart from on film of course) and I was fascinated by the way the head of his cock glistened where the foreskin was pulled back. The thick vein along the underside had swollen and I could see smaller veins spreading out and meandering around the outer shaft. 

Before Petra could return, I followed suit and was aware of Jason watching me, apparently taking just as much interest in my exposed - and very erect - cock as I had in his. I flung my boxer shorts over to the table and grinned as Jason did the same. Now there was no going back - we were at least 3 metres from our underwear with nothing to hide us if we got up to get them! Jason turned to me.

'Why don't we lie on our fronts before Petra returns. We can always turn over if she haven't get scared off.'

'OK.'

'Grant? Are you OK with this?'

'Yes. If I don't feel comfortable with anything, I'll tell you, don't worry.'

'I don't know about you, but lying here like this is not exactly comfortable!'

'No kidding! Next time, we need a thicker blanket or something!'

It was by now about 7 o'clock in the evening and the sun was beginning to set. This was actually a good thing as it meant that the heat of the day had begun to subside somewhat. We waited and waited and I wondered what Petra was up to. It was about 15 minutes later that Petra returned ... but the return was well worth the wait.

'Sorry I took so long but I was so hot that I decided to have a quick shower to cool off! Oh ...'

She looked down and saw that we were both lying naked on the blanket in front of her, albeit on our fronts. We looked up at her and grinned. As I looked up, I took in what she was wearing for the first time. She was wearing a bra and panties that I had never seen before. They were both in a bright fuchsia colour and made of silk. The bra was a half-cup thing that left her erect nipples exposed so that they were just able to jut out over the top of the silk rim. Her panties were little more than a triangle of plain silk covering her pussy and in the short time it had taken her to come downstairs, they had become damp over her pussy. As she walked out onto the terrace and stood before us, I felt my cock pulsing beneath me.

'How about giving us a twirl Petra?' Jason asked.

Grinning, Petra slowly turned around so that we could see that the panties she was wearing were actually a silk thong, the cloth between her cheeks highlighting her pert muscular bum. The muscles of her slim back were clearly visible and disrupted only by the strap of her bra. Facing us once again, she moved over and sat down between us. As she lay down on her back between us, I looked over to her breasts, the rosy-pink nipples of which were clearly visible as they nestled above the pink silk of her bra. They were unbelievably stiff and I knew that she was just as turned on by the whole situation as I was. Letting my eyes drift down her flat stomach to her panty-covered crotch, I revelled in the smooth pink silk covering her pussy. The temptation to run my fingers over her smooth mound was almost overwhelming but I knew that I had to wait before starting anything. 

Jason too was taking the opportunity out to give Petra the once-over. He grinned at me as he caught me watching him but didn't let that stop him from inspecting Petra's exposed body. I was somewhat surprised that Petra neither said anything nor made a move to cover herself up. However, I wasn't about to complain either.

Petra was now supporting herself on her elbows and obviously checking out Jason's bum. She sighed.

'Much as though I would like to lie here for the rest of the evening, I think that it's about time that we had something to eat. Everything's ready, but we'll need to lay the table ...'

'OK. I'll help you lay the table and then Jason can get changed if he wants to.'

I rolled over and sat up, exposing my throbbing cock. Petra looked at me in surprise but said nothing.

'Actually I'm still rather hot - I think I'll go up and grab a shower first if that's OK with you.'

'Sure.'

He too rolled over and sat up before - a little self-consciously - standing up in front of us. Naked. Time seemed to stand still. His cock stood out proudly before him, his balls clenched tightly under its stem. Once again I was fascinated to see another mans erect cock in real life and enjoyed looking at him. His foreskin had pulled back slightly to uncover part of his smooth tip which was a deep purple colour and glistened in the fading sunlight. The smooth tanned skin of its shaft was swollen and the large vein running along the underside was pulsing with blood and causing his cock to make small twitches. A wiry bush of dark brown pubic hair gathered around its base.

A quick glance over to Petra told me what she thought. Her eyes were shiny with excitement and she made no effort to hide the fact that she was staring at Jason's cock, drinking in every detail of his erection. Even though it wasn't too hard to guess what she was thinking, I would still have given a lot to know exactly what was going through her mind in those few seconds.

In that moment, Jason walked over to pick up his shorts and turned to face Petra and I before pulling them on, squeezing his erection into the now very-tight white lycra boxer shorts that he had been wearing. He grinned.

'See you soon!'

With that, he turned and walked into the house. He had hardly disappeared through the door when Petra turned to me with bright shiny eyes. After a quick glance towards the house, she bent over me and took my cock in her mouth. Despite the warm summer weather, her soft wet mouth was hot as she slipped down my shaft, playing with the tip of my cock with her tongue.

'Petra!' I hissed 'Jason could be watching!'

It was true. As I knew from earlier, it was possible to stand in the sitting room and look out through the window without being seen from outside. Petra pulled upright and looked at me.

'To tell you the truth, I don't give a monkey's if he's watching or not - I am so horny, I could ...'

She sprang up and knelt above me with one shin on either side of my hips. Thinking that she was going to sit on me and rub her pantie-covered crotch over my cock, got my hormones pumping. However, that wasn't what she had in mind. As she lowered herself down, she dropped one hand between her legs and slipped the fingers under the pink silk knickers. Pulling them briefly to one side, she sank down onto my cock which now drove up into her hot wet sex.

'Oh, fuck Petra, that is great!'

'And what if Jason is watching us? Hmmm?'

'As you said, I don't give a toss!'

She remained seated on me with my cock buried up to the hilt in her.

'However, this is just a taster of what is coming later - but now I have to get dinner ready!'

She pulled off me and tugged her panties back until they were covering her once again. With a grin she stood up and looked down at me.

'Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea if YOU had a shower too!'

Looking down at my cock, still glistening with her juices, I nodded.

'Are you sure we couldn't just ...?'

'No, we can't just .... anything! But you better be ready for action later!'

'I'm not sure if I can hold out that long but I guess I don't have any choice do I?'

'No!' she laughed.

'OK, well then I guess I'll go and get cleaned up too.'

'Do that!'

I picked up my underwear and carrying it in my hand, we walked into the house and she picked up her white summer dress that she had laid over the back of a chair and slipped it on. The material was a patterned white and thin and I could clearly see not only the outline of her undies through the material, but also the colour and shape of her light-brown nipples which were still erect under the soft material.

Kissing her quickly on the lips, I headed naked through the kitchen door and upstairs to the bedroom so that I could have a shower in the en-suite bathroom. Minutes later I was standing under the cool water which streamed onto my face and down my body. My sense of excitement was such that my whole body tingled under the water, heightening rather than diminishing my overall horny state. Cleaning myself thoroughly with a lightly-scented shower-gel, I tried my best to calm down and not think of events past ... or of what might be to come later.

***

Our dinner and the remaining evening passed uneventfully. We were all lightly dressed as one normally would be on a warm summers evening. Jason and I continued to enjoy the sight of Petra's bright pink underwear through her summer dress and the whole situation appeared to have calmed down somewhat so that we were all in control of ourselves again. About the only unusual things was that we all studiously avoided mentioning the events of that morning.

About 11 p.m., we decided that we would head up to bed. We cleared up downstairs, locked the doors and went upstairs. Once upstairs in the hallway, Petra bid Jason good night and headed into the bedroom telling me that she was going to have a quick shower. I stayed where I was and as soon as Petra had gone into the bedroom and closed the door behind her, I turned to him. 

'Jason? Do you fancy surprising Petra again?'

'Er, yeah, sure. What do you have in mind?'

'Well I was thinking ... how about if you and I climb into our bed and wait for her when she comes out of the bathroom?!'

'Er, O...K... but ...'

'What? If you don't want to, then let's drop it ... it was just an idea.'

'No! No. It's not that - I'm just a bit worried about Petra's reaction, that's all.'

'OK. Leave that to me. Why don't you get ready and then I'll come and get you.'

'OK.

With that, I headed into the bedroom and closed the door behind me. I stepped into the walk-in cupboard and headed over to the drawer where Petra kept her underwear. Rifling through the cotton and silk bundles, I eventually selected a pair of yellow silk bikini-style panties with small black roses printed on them. As I came back out, I heard the sound of loud music and laughter coming in through the slightly opened windows - our neighbours were obviously having a party. Armed with the knickers, I headed into the bathroom where Petra was brushing her teeth. She had slipped off her dress and bra and was standing there in just her fuchsia-coloured silk panties. Spitting out the toothpaste foam into the sink. she took a mouthful of water from the tap and rinsed her mouth out.

'What have you got there?'

I held up the panties for her to see.

'Do you want me to put them on?'

'Yes. After your shower ... and wear your white nightie that you had on yesterday.'

'I love a man that knows what he wants!'

Her white nightie was one of my favourites. Half-transparent, it was just what I was looking for.

'One question: why didn't you want to go topless this afternoon? I wouldn't have minded!'

'I KNOW that! Truth is, I wanted to too ... I was just feeling a bit self-conscious I guess, because my breasts are so small.'

'What? I love them! You know that!'

'Yes, but ... well ... I don't know - I was just worried what Jason's reaction was I guess.'

'Silly thing!'

I kissed her and cupped her breast in my hand, feeling her nipple stiffen in response. She broke off.

'Mmm. That's nice, but we'll have enough time for that soon. Let me get showered first.'

'OK.'

I brushed my teeth and stripped off before walking naked into the bedroom and closing the door to the bathroom behind me. Opening the door to the hallway, I looked out to find Jason standing there nervously. He was wearing a pair of turquoise blue boxer shorts. I motioned for him to come in. Lowering my voice to a whisper I told him to take off his shorts and climb into the double bed with me. Pulling back the blanket, we crept under the sheet and sat there like an old married couple with about half a metre of space between us, both of us leaning back against the thick pillows. We heard the water in the shower stop followed by the squeaking as Petra wiped the shower down. We waited ... and waited.

'What's taking her so long?'

'You know what it's like - trim the nails, trim the pussy, take the make-up off, put on the creams and all that!'

'I'm not sure how much more of this I can stand - I'm as stiff as a board - and you talking about Petra trimming her pussy 

doesn't exactly help either!'

'It's the same for me. It can't be long now.'

At that very moment the door opened and Petra stepped out, saw us and froze.

'Oh!'

'Is that all you can say?'

I grinned. She was wearing her white nightie and the yellow panties that I had given her. They were clearly visible under the thin white cloth and they stiffened as I watched. Her panties too were very visible and the lace-rimmed hem of her nightie came down to just below her crotch. Having recovered slightly from the two of us being in the bed, she grinned and clambered up onto the middle of it.

'So are you two going to make room for me here?'

'No problem!'

She yanked back the sheet to climb in, obviously expecting us to be wearing shorts. Her gasp turned to a grin as she saw the two stiff cocks waiting for her. Taking her time, she climbed in and pulled the cover up again. Snuggling down between us, she looked from one of us to the other grinning like the famous Cheshire cat.

'Well, this is comfy!'

I twitched as I felt Petra's hand enclose my cock under the sheets and I wondered for a second whether she was doing the same to Jason but as I looked over I saw that his expression had not changed in the slightest, so I assume that Petra was not touching him - yet! In fact, he seemed to have a rather nervous expression on his face and it didn't really surprise me when he suddenly announced that he would go over to his bedroom and 'leave us to it'.

'Jason, don't be silly - Grant and I have been married for ages - you don't need to worry about us. Just stay here for the night - nothing will happen. Why don't you turn off the light; the switch is next to you.'

The whole time she was speaking calmly to Jason, she was slowly and gently masturbating me, making sure that her movements were not seen. Jason looked at me to make sure that I was OK with the idea and when I nodded, rolled over to the other side to switch off the light.

As soon as the light was switched off, we were plunged into darkness and I suddenly became aware of the noise of the neighbours celebrating. They were so loud, that it was possible to talk to Petra in a whisper without being heard by Jason. The sexual tension was unbelievable! None of us moved and no-one said a word. We all simply lay there like lemmings waiting for someone to say or do something. After about 10 minutes, I heard Jason moving around slightly.

'Good night!'

'Good night.'

'Good night.'

Again silence apart from the partying next door. I felt rather than heard Petra shift and then felt her breath on my ear.

'Grant? I am so hot, I don't know whether I am going to be able to sleep tonight!'

I turned my head to face her ear.

'Tell me about it! I am almost at bursting point and we haven't even done anything yet. We should have taken the chance when we had it earlier!'

I rolled my head away so that she would whisper back.

'Yes, but we can't make love now, now with Jason here! Shall I bring you off?'

Again the swapping of head positions.

'No. If I come, I want to come inside YOU. So how does it feel having two men in bed with you?'

'I am so hot! I have to control myself otherwise I might do something I might regret later!'

'That sounds good!'

I turned again so that Petra could talk to me, but she said nothing and remained quite still for a minute or so. Then suddenly, she whispered to me again.

'Grant? Jason's hand is touching my bum!'

'What? Really?'

'Yes! But I don't know if he's doing it on purpose or not. It's so light, it might be an accident.'

I couldn't believe THAT, but still ...

'Just keep still and relax. Wait and see what happens next.'

Again a minute or so passed before she spoke.

'Grant. His hand's on my hip now ... and this time it is no accident! What shall I do?'

'What do you want to do? Just relax your body and keep still. Let's see what he does next.'

'He's sliding his hand up towards my waist ... and pushing my nightie up!'

'That's OK. Just wait and see how far he will go.'

'He's reached my ribs and ... oh ... oh ... he's ... touching my breast ...'




A Friend In Need



The blood surged to my cock and the temptation to start masturbating was almost irresistible.

'Grant! He's playing with my nipple ... oh, God.'

I slowly rolled my body over so that I was now facing Petra but kept my ear in front of her face. 

'He's stopped, but his hand's still holding my breast. He heard you moving!'

I waited, motionless, for her to speak again. I heard Jason shuffle slightly.

'Something's pressing up against my bum - I think it's his cock! And now he's playing with my breasts again!'

I felt rather than heard Petra sigh.

'Now he's sliding his hand down ... and stroking my bum ... 

Knowing that his hand had moved away, I reached forward and slipped it up under her nightie to cup her breast. Her nipple was swollen and Petra sighed as I gently twisted it between my finger and thumb.

'... he's trying to get his fingers between my legs ...'

'Do you want him to touch you? Are you wet?'

'I'm soaking - he can't reach me because my legs are lying on top of one another.'

I took my hand off her breast and let it trail down her body over her panties to her thighs. Letting my fingertips drift up over the outside of her legs, I cupped my hand behind the knee of her upper leg.

'Grant! If you ...'

Too late. I slowly and gently pulled her leg forwards until the knee was almost at right-angles to her body. In doing so, I pictured how I had now exposed her knicker-covered pussy to Jason's groping hands. Her fuchsia-coloured silk panties would now be stretched tight over her pussy and would have been fully open to his view if the lights had been on. I thought about the wet pink silk and how it would shine where the material was stretched over her swollen lips. Then my thoughts were interrupted by a quiet but sharp gasping breath in my ear.

'Oh! He's touching my pussy through my panties!'

I slid my hand back up and cupped Petra's breast once more, kissing her hard on the lips and then turning my head away again so that she could continue to whisper in my ear.

'Grant, he's stroking my pussy through my panties; he's rubbing my clit ... I'm so horny, I won't be able to take much more of this ...

... he's moved his cock between my legs and now he's rubbing the tip over pussy through my panties ... I can feel his warmth between my lips ... oh, now he's pulled away.'

I waited to see what was going to happen next. I felt Petra twitch under my hand.

'Grant! He's worming his finger under the crotch of my panties and now he's pulling them to one side ... oooh, he's slipped his fingers into me and now he's pulled them back out.'

I moved my hand from her breast down to my cock and wrapped my hand around my hot swollen shaft. Before I could start masturbating, Petra's hand clamped down onto my wrist and held my hand firmly in place.

'Grant, he's rubbing the head of his cock along my pussy ... he's trying to enter me!'

'This is your chance, Petra - I want you to milk him dry!'

'Do you mean that?!'

'Only if you want to! Do you want to screw him?'

'Er, yes, I mean ...'

'Then do it for me! And keep telling me what you're doing!'

'He can't get to me - the angle is all wrong - he's got the tip of his cock between my lips but can't get any further!'

'Then take your panties off - but make sure he doesn't realise that I know what's going on.'

Petra slowly pushed her leg back until it was straight again and then started easing her panties down behind her bum.

'You'll have to help me get them off.'

No sooner said than done. I slipped my fingers under the edge of the legs of her panties and ran them down to her pussy. She - and the silk of her panties were sopping wet. I helped pull the panties down to below her knees, trying to move as little as possible. As soon as they were down to her calves, she pushed them off her legs using her feet.

'He's trying to touch my pussy again.'

'Then lift up your leg so that he can do it.'

I felt her move under the thin bed cover.

'Hmmm, that's good ... he's stroking my pussy so gently! Now he's taken his fingers away and ... I can feel his cock just grazing my lips ... he's put one hand on my hip - if you don't stop me now Grant, he's going to slip his cock into me!'

There was no way that I was going to stop her and she knew it! 

'Ooh! He's put the tip of his ... he's pushing .... mmmm, now he's inside me! That is GOOD! Oh, Grant, he's fucking me now, slowly and gently so that you won't notice ... his cock feels so hot inside my pussy ...'

She took hold of my hand and placed it onto her swollen sex. I felt the soft wet lips of her sex and then the smooth and slippery shaft of Jason's cock - warm beneath my fingertips - gliding slowly into her until his pubic hair brushed the back of my fingers, only to slowly withdraw again.

'Can you feel that? Can you feel him fucking me? His cock pushing into my pussy?'

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. My throat was parched with excitement. I felt Jason's cock stop its movements, buried deep in Petra's sex.

'He's stopped moving! I can feel his cock pulsating inside me - he's close to coming!'

'Take him over the edge Petra! Make him come!'

I felt her hand push mine away.

'I'm cupping his balls in my hand ...'

I could feel Petra rocking her hips gently, her movements almost undetectable on the firm mattress.

'Grant? I'm fucking Jason ... I'm fucking your best mate and he's about to come ... yeah! He's coming! He's buried deep in my pussy and spraying me with his hot come - I can feel it filling me up! His cock his jerking with every spurt! Oh, now it's slowing down - he's finished and now he's pulling out of me ...'

I felt Petra move slightly.

'What do I do now? I'm full of come!'

She broke off as Jason moved and pulled back the sheet before rolling off the bed as quietly as he could and padding off to the bathroom.

'So, now I can tell you what you're going to do!'

I grabbed her and pulled her towards me.

'Grant! I'm dirty! I'm full of ...'

'I know! And I want to fuck you while you're full of his come!'

'But ...'

She didn't get a chance to say another word. Grabbing her by the hips, I pulled her over and on top of me.

'Sit on my cock! Take your nightie off!'

Petra did as she was told. She kneeled either side of me and lowered herself down until the tip of my prick just brushed the slippery lips of her freshly-fucked pussy. Suspended like that, she reached down and pulled her nightie up and over her head, flinging it to the floor in a heap.

'Are you ready for this?'

'Yes!'

'You do realise that Jason will see me naked when he comes back out of that door?'

'Somehow, having just fucked you, I don't think that will bother him in the slightest.'

She sank down onto my cock with one swift movement so that our pelvic bones clashed together. My cock was immediately engulfed in a warm slippery wetness that I had never felt before. She was absolutely full of Jason's come. I could feel it running out and trickling over my balls onto the bed.

'Can you feel that Grant? That is Jason's come! God, you are so hard ... make me come Grant!'

I took hold of her hips and thrust into her. Just as I did so, the door opened and Jason walked out. Petra froze, but I continued to screw her, paying no attention to Jason who was now climbing onto the bed behind her. Looking over at me, he slipped his arms around her and took her breasts in his hands, rubbing her tight nipples with his thumbs.

'Come on Petra - I want to see you milk Grant, just like you milked me!'

Petra leaned back against him and in doing so relaxed and opened herself up even more for me. Jason had known all along that I was awake and guessed what Petra and I were up to! Now that there was no need to be subtle about anything, Petra relaxed and, supporting herself with her hands on my thighs, started rubbing against me, keeping my cock tightly buried within her come-filled sex.

Jason stood up and moved next to her. He was hard again - the excitement of seeing the two of us screwing had obviously turned him. Grabbing Petra by the hair, he turned her head gently towards him. Petra didn't hesitate. She took the proffered cock in her mouth and started to slide up and down Jason's erect member. Now she pulled back slightly until just the head of cock was between her lips and grabbed the shaft with her hand. She started masturbating him and pulled back far enough so that she could now flick the tip of her tongue along the slit of his cock every time she pulled his foreskin back. Unable to coordinate both movements, she now sat motionless, still impaled upon my cock. Since I was pinned down by her weight, I reached down with hand and used the pad of my thumb to gently but quickly rub her clit in time to her masturbation of Jason.

Her chest was flushed around the base of her neck - a sure sign that she was close to coming. Suddenly she stopped masturbating Jason and clenched her hand tightly around his cock with its purple shiny head fully exposed. I could see it pulsing and she leant forwards and flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock and then waited. Again her tongue flicked along the eye of his cock. Again she waited. The next time, she ran the whole of her tongue from the underside of his bulbous head to the top and then quickly flicked the tip with her tongue as before. I heard Jason groan. Pulling her head back, she started jerking him off in quick, hard, strokes. Within seconds she was rewarded with a thin jet of white come which spurted out and splashed onto her upper chest and breasts. I watched as thin white streams trickled down over her breasts and into the pubic hair above my hand.

Turning back to me, Petra now started riding me again, using her hands on my thighs to support her. I pushed her over onto her side and then onto her back, somehow managing to remain inside her the whole time. Hooking my elbows under her knees, I lifted her legs and thrust into her, penetrating her fully and causing her to moan as our pubis' clashed together. Again and again we thrust against one another, completely unaware of Jason sitting on the bed next to us. 

'Yes, Grant! Fuck me! I'm so close!'

I knew that I was going to come soon and her talking to me like that was turning me on even more.

'Come on, Grant ... fuck my come-filled pussy! I'm ... I ... ye-es!'

That was too much for me. My balls felt like they were going to explode and as I came, I thrust one last time and ejaculated deep inside her. Not waiting for the first pulse to spray into her, I rocked my cocked back and forwards in small jerking movements, milking my cock of every last drop of come. As soon as my climax had subsided, I released her legs from my arms and sank down onto her, only vaguely aware of the wet come on her breasts rubbing onto me. We kissed and held one another as we both came back down again.

Climbing off her again, I took her by the hand and we headed into the bathroom to shower together. Five minutes later, we walked back into the darkened bedroom and climbed into bed, pulled the sheets up and fell into a deep and dreamless sleep. 



A Friend In Need



"I can't let Bob know that I lost my job!"

She was Allison Greer and she was the wife of my best friend. She was in my office.

"I don't know how you can keep that secret or the reason."

Allison's office is not too far from my own. We work for different companies in the same building but when the stories of a secretary who had been caught publicly masturbating spread like wild fire through the building and Allison mentioning that she lost her job it was not hard to put two and two together.

"I had no idea that they had installed security cameras in the mail room. Bob has been under a great deal of stress lately so It was a while since ... and the mood just hit me There's ALWAYS someone in the ladies room." 

"Allison," I said, "Even if we assume that is true you showed a severe lack of judgement and decorum. I don't know what you expect me to do about it?"

She bit her lip with hesitation and at last said, "Bob told me about that inheritance you received. I could borrow enough to cover my pay check for two months while I scare up another job. My employers promised to give me a good evaluation on the condition that I resign immediately. I'm a good secretary and I know spreadsheets inside and out it will be no problem for me to find other work."

"Two month's salary and what do you have as collateral and what happens if you can't get a job in two months? There HAS to be a contract with lawyers that I don't intend to pay for. That inheritance is going to fund a college education for my future children and a boat for myself."

"Rick, you're not even married right now."

"True but I am getting very serious about Marcella. She's not going to understand me giving money to you. I DON'T want to mess that relationship up!"

Allison looked at me and smoothed out her blouse. Allison is stacked. She is five foot five, she has long brown hair, fantastic legs and a butt that makes every head nod with appreciation when it walks past. She has clear even skin and crystal blue eyes. Because Bob is my best friend I had always put Allison on my verboten list. I believe in bro's before hos. BUT I was beginning to sense that I had a major opportunity here. A chance to sow some final wild oats before I settled down with Marcella.

Allison spoke again,"Marcella need never know. We could work out an arraignment that doesn't require lawyers, you know, just between the two of us."

"And what would I get in exchange?" I asked with a sly smile on my lips

Allison winked and said, "I could give you a blow job for each hundred dollars that I borrow and one for each day after the two months that I am late in returning your money. You can't lose."

I looked at Allison and realized that I had all the power in this exchange. I decided to exploit it.

"That's tempting Allison but its not enough. Marcella will be out of town for the next three days visiting an aunt who hates me. The aunt told Marcella that under no circumstances was she to bring me. I hate this aunt as much as she hates me but she practically raised Marcella. I opted out of the trip for the benefit of both of them. I had planned to spend those three days at the office but I have vacation time saved up. Tell ya' what Alison. How about you come up with some excuse to tell Bob, a family emergency say, or a sick non-existent friend anything to give you three days off. I would like to have a slave who is in total submission to me for those three days. If you are a completely compliant and totally submissive slave for those three days I will LOAN you the money. You can pay me a bit from your future pay checks until the debt is retired. How does that grab you?"

Allison looked stunned. She thought that she could slay me with the offer of bjs but why settle for that when you can have the entire enchilada? She started to laugh but stopped short when she read my expression.

"Oh my God, you're serious Rick."

"Serious as a heart attack Allison. Unless you can come up with the money some other way. Of course you could just tell Bob what you did. I'm sure he'll find it hilarious. I'm sure his short fuse won't go off and he will find it hysterical that you are out of work just after going to settlement on that new house. The house you can't afford on just his salary. I'm sure he will laugh his head off. Face it Allison my offer is the best chance you have but it won't exist ten minuets from now. You have those ten minutes to make up your mind. I am going to leave my office now and get a mug of coffee. With the greetings and chats on the way it takes me just about ten minutes there and back. Either you are gone from my office when I return or you are waiting here on your knees in supplication to me. You do not have a third option."

With that I grabbed my coffee mug and sauntered out of my office. It was a calculated risk but In reality I was Alison's only hope. I love Bob like a brother but he has the worst temper of any man I ever met. I can over look it but when he is pissed off he yells and blusters like a thundercloud. He gets abusive and becomes intolerable. Sometimes his snits last for days. It is a very good thing that he works with machinery all day and not people otherwise I don't think anyone would hire him. More than once I had to comfort Allison when Bob was on one of his anger jags. Bob is the kind of guy who, if he doesn't die of a massive coronary at 45, will live to be 100. When not angry he is the sweetest pussy cat on the planet. Too bad he has such a hair trigger. I imagine Allison's reason for termination will bring out the worst of the worst in Bob. I know that I would not want to be in her shoes.

I took a leisurely time getting my coffee, I chatted with Harry about the previous night's ball game and took a bit longer than usual. I imagined Allison in my office. And then I imagined Allison naked in my house fucking me silly. I was actually only a little surprised to find Allison still in my office. She was in the middle of the floor, kneeling in her nylons. I had opened the door in such a way as to hide her from prying eyes outside my office.

"I see that you have made your decision Allison. You won't regret it we will have lots of fun together. You can stand up now. Here are the rules. I expect you at my house at tomorrow at Noon sharp, dress in something that you ordinarily go to work in. You will obey my every command or you get NO money. If you utter the word 'no' or balk at any command, you get NO money and Bob finds out about your misadventure today. For the next three days you are a slave and you will be treated as such. Is that clear?

Allison's chin was pressed into her chest in humiliation. She was scarlet with anger but at last she choked out. "Yes Rick." 

I told her to get her things from her office. She could store them in my office for the time being. That way Bob would not be wondering why she was bringing home a box of her stuff. She wept a little but finally stifled her tears and made her way back to her former place of employment. About an hour later she stashed three cardboard boxes and a large house plant in my office. They were stowed out of my way.

"Go home Allison, dream up some excuse and mentally prepare yourself for tomorrow. As far as sex is concerned EVERYTHING is on the table and EVERYTHING is an option for me. If you get cold feet. I know your office manager. I could make sure that Bob sees the tape of your "performance. One more thing take a cab to my place I don't want your car parked in front of my house for three days."

Allison stomped her way out of my office and vanished from the building. I left a little early to pick some things up from the store. I went home to Marcella. Marcella is quite the dish herself. A petite spitfire who stands just a hair over five feet, she has enchanting olive skin and, despite her Italian heritage, naturally blonde hair. Her tight compact body is pure Italian Goddess. While the sex between us was undeniably good, her conservative upbringing often puts her at odds with some of my desires. Three days with Alison would more than get those out of my system. So in a way, what I was about to do would benefit our relationship.

Dinner was fabulous. Marcella cooks like an Italian chef. To atone for my sins at the dinner table, I had to work out at the gym with a regularity I never had before. After dinner. I loaded the dishwasher and helped her pack. I would drop her off at the airport at seven A.M. and then. As far as she knew, I would go off to work. That night I fucked her twice, savoring her sweet moans. I was going to love having Marcella for a wife. My dreams were beautiful and I had an erection practically the entire night.

The next morning Marcella was off to Tucson without a hitch. She would call me on my cell phone when she arrived. I drove home and began the preparations for my guest. New sheets on the bed, plenty of food and booze in the fridge and the nice articles I had bought the day before and stowed in my car trunk.

Right on time at Noon a cab pulled up in front of my house and disgorged Allison. She had a small case in one hand. She was dressed as though she were just another day at the office. She wore black pumps, hose, a navy blue skirt that stopped at her knee and a pink blouse. I could only imagine what was under it. I went out to the cab and paid the driver. This time of day my street was deserted, the kids were at school and the parents were at work. It helped that I had a large hedge surrounding my property which also obstructed a view of my front door. I led Alison out of view and down my side walk. She was silent, with a sour expression on her face. I shut the door behind us.

"What's with the bag Allison?"

"I told Bob that I was going to see my sister for a few days. My cover story is that she and her husband had a big fight and she needs me to calm her down. That has happened before. I told my sister to cover for me. She doesn't know what I am up to. I had to bring a bag or Bob would ask questions. Bob is happy to have the house to himself for a few days. Of course he will turn it into one large cat box but THAT is not your problem."

I set Allison's bag on the floor and eyed her up and down.

"Rick, what do you expect of me? Remember that I am the wife of your best friend."

"Yes I am well aware of that Allison but you are a very alluring temptation. I can still respect Bob even after knowing his wife carnally. If it costs me your friendship that is a small price to pay. I'm Bob's friend not yours. As to what I expect from you I explained that in my office I don't like repeating myself. You are my property for the next three days. I will use you in any way I see fit. STRIP!" 

"Rick! Isn't there some other way we can do this?"

"Yes, I replied, "I can send you home and call Bob to tell him about what I heard in our building yesterday. I could tell him that you wanted me to cover for you but that I valued his friendship too much to allow you to get away with it. Would you prefer I do that Allison?"

Allison got a pleading look on her face.

"I thought not SLAVE now take off your clothes ALL of them!"

With a resigned expression on her face Allison kicked off her shoes and said, "Oh Rick, I thought that you were one of the few truly nice guys."

She began unbuttoning her blouse. I could see her milky white orbs being restrained by her brassier . She unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it. She was wearing pantyhose with what looked like lavender panties underneath. She made her way to a chair and sat in it while she took off the hose. Her fantastic long legs came into view. She looked at me in her underwear.

"Continue." is all I said.

Choking back tears she stood and unclasped her bra. Her tits were among the best I had ever seen. Then she slid her pelvis out of her panties and I saw her delicious bush come into view. To the right of her neatly trimmed pussy she had a tattoo of a small lavender heart. 

I ordered her to turn around a few times so that i could appreciate her from all angles. Her naked ass was every bit as enticing as I had imagined. Once I finished that delightful task I told her, "I'll take one of those blow jobs you offered me now."  

Allison obeyed and a moment later she was knelling before me, my engorged penis in her bowed lips.

"Swallow every drop. After you are finished I will give you something to drink and I will outline my plans for the day and evening. I remembered what your favorite wine is. There is also some champagne. I'll order out for dinner around five."

Allison's blow job was very nice for someone whose heart wasn't into it. She looked up at me after I came. I saw her choke down my seed. She opened her mouth to prove that she had done her duty. I could not wait to try out her pussy and ass.

I had her stand and I brought her a big glass of wine.

"You may need a lot of liquid encouragement tonight Allison. In a little while I am going to give you a bath and then we will retire to my bedroom. I am going to be taking you up the ass tonight at least twice and I am going to see how many times I can fuck your sweet pussy tonight. We will break for dinner and then get right back at it. Tomorrow you will make me breakfast and serve it to me in bed. I'm also going to have this house looking spotless when Marcella gets back. You will be nude for all of your tasks over the next three days. I love your cute little tattoo and your nicely trimmed bush. Disobey me and I'll shave it off and YOU will have to explain to Bob why you are coming home hairless from your sister's place." 

"Rick ... I'll do what you want," said Allison, "but please be gentle with me. I haven't done anal too often." She paused, looked at her wineglass and said, "I think I know how much I will have to drink tonight. Just enough to get tipsy. That tends to put me in the mood."

Allison drank some wine while I bathed her. Between sips of her glass I lathered her head to toe. I pondered her nakedness. Her only adornments were her earrings and her wedding band and engagement ring. I recalled that I had been with Bob when he picked those out. For a few seconds I ALMOST felt like a heel for doing what I planned to Alison, that's ALMOST! Midway through the bath Marcella rang my cell. I left the bathroom and sweet talked my love for a while. Then I explained that I had to get back to work.

Allison was just the right level of tipsy by the time I had finished bathing her. She laughed at my stupid attempts at humor and responded back when I kissed her. After drying her off I led her to my bedroom. It was beginning to take on, a bit, the personality of Marcella but for the most part it was still all mine. The bed was huge and the carpet was thick. I have the ego for a mirrored ceiling. One dresser was Marcella's and she had taken possession of most of the closet. I realized that after my bachelor days ended I would be living in Marcella's world. She had already made plans to redo my love nest. I told her she could do anything except take down the mirrored ceiling.

I had Allison turn down the sheets. I shed my clothes and slid into bed next to her. Allison looked up at her reflection and mine. "A penny for your thoughts?" I asked her. Allison sighed deeply and said, " I'm not surprised by the mirrors but you are more well hung than I expected. Before you do whatever you are going to do to me you should know that early in my marriage to Bob I had the worst crush on you. I've adapted, a teeny bit to Bob's rages but they still always leave me feeling drained and humiliated and an emotional basket case. There are days when I question why I stay with him. Sometimes when Bob was angry, in those early days, I would fantasize that you were coming home to me. You never lose your temper and I love that about you."

"Thank you Allison. I've always thought that you were beautiful and I've always felt bad about the way Bob treats you but lets not get maudlin."

I kissed Allison deeply, and she kissed me back. I gently kissed my way down her body to her snatch. After circling the tattoo heart a few times I sank my tongue into the valley of her sex. In a short time Allison's juices were staining the sheets. She came and then I decided to fuck her. Allison's snatch is mighty tight. I had her put the condom on before I started. Bob had shared with me what goes on in his bedroom so I already knew that Allison came very quickly. He described her orgasms as 'sweet' but that could mean anything. But seeing it first hand, sweet is just the right word. She pants like a train building up steam then lets out a loud torrent of air when she reaches climax. I'd never seen or heard anything like it.

Allison really turned me on I was ready to go in no time. I took her from behind, next, doggie style so that I could stare at her lovely ass and back. A half hour later I had condomed up again and I was liberally lubricating her asshole. Gently and slowly I entered her. The tightness was otherworldly. Marcella had ruled out even discussing anal sex. I realized that the memory of this one back door encounter with Alison would get me through years of marriage to her and the other times that I would do Allison this way would last me a lifetime.

"Thank you for being gentle with me Rick, or would you prefer Master"

Instantly I thought of " dream of Jeanie" The thought of a hot woman calling me master had an undeniable allure.

"Hmmm,"I said, lets try out Master for a while. I like the sound of it."

Allison turned to face me and said, "OK Master, how about I give you another blow job?"

I took a quick shower to wash my dick off thoroughly and then returned to the bedroom. Allison knelt on the floor next to the bed and sucked me off. I didn't even have to tell her to swallow .

"How was that Master?" She asked.

"Wonderful slave, but look at the time. Lets order dinner."

It was Chinese and It came a half hour later. I used that half hour to fuck Alison again. The doorbell rang and I put on my robe and grabbed my wallet to pay the delivery boy. I had Allison sit on my naked lap and I fed her. I'm quite adept with chopsticks.

"Master," asked Allison after we had finished eating,"What will my most difficult duty be?"

"Good question slave. "I have some vibrating sex toys. I am planning on putting one in your pussy and asshole and seeing how many times I can make you come in an hour. I would like to photograph you but I can't risk Marcella finding the images OR her telling Bob what she found so you are safe from that horror. I'd really like to shave you, but again that would be hard to explain to Bob. What are you afraid that I will do?" 

"I was afraid you would bring in a bunch of other guys for me to do."

"THAT would most assuredly get back to Bob. No our 'agreement' works best with it just between us."

After dinner we showered together, dried off and returned to my bedroom. I had another go at her asshole and then fucked her two more times I had her finish up the night with a blow job. We got ready for bed. She had pyjamas in her case but I insisted that she sleep naked. I opened the windows and she snuggled up to me to keep warm. I woke up in the middle of the night with Alison wrapped around me.

It was a wonderful feeling. I ran my hand along the length of her as far as I could reach. She did not stir She was smooth and soft. I let my hand linger over her ass for a while. I fell back to sleep a very happy man.

In the morning after Allison used the bathroom I had her cook us an elaborate breakfast. She had to be very careful not to get splashed by the frying oil when she made bacon. Allison is a very good cook. I always enjoyed her meals when I went over to her and Bob's house for a visit. After cooking I had her sit on my lap in bed and I fed her.

When we were finished she had syrup on her face and drops of food on her breasts and legs. I was a bit sloppy in feeding her. I had her clean up after the meal and announced that it was bath time once again. I washed her head to toe and Allison asked, "What are your plans for me today master?"




A Friend In Need



I simply smiled. I dried her off, blew dried her hair with Marcella's hair dryer and led her to the bed.I produced four silk ropes and tied her spread eagled on the bed. Alison was full of trepidation. My mood towards her had changed sometime during the night. I no longer felt like being a tyrant. Gently, softly I kissed her head to toe. Leisurely I made my way to her sex and spent the next several hours eating her our. Allison came repeatedly her unique, exhilarating moan music to my ear each time. After that I fucked her with the gentleness of a lover rather than master over slave.

"Oh Rick!" Allison shouted at last. I untied her and she said "Rick that was wonderful. Maybe you ARE a nice guy after all." That made me feel good. It was time for lunch so I had Allison cook some steaks while I poured some wine. My kitchen is very modern there is a grill in the appliance island. She cooked them to perfection. Again I had her sit on my lap.

Allison's mood changed from the previous day. She was more open and not self conscious about her nudity in the least. As we ate Allison said something I loved hearing. "Rick, what you did to me on the bed earlier. No man has ever been as gentle and kind while I was so vulnerable. When some of my old boyfriends and even Bob tied me up like that they ended up taking advantage of me and thought only of themselves. But, Rick, you were concerned about me. I really enjoyed that and I really appreciate your gentleness. Because of that I will do anything else you ask this weekend. Do you still want to shave me?"

"Of course, but what will you tell Bob?" 

"I'll tell him that I did it for him as a thanks for letting me spend time with my sister. He's dropped hints that he'd like me hairless anyway. He will love it and won't question my story."

A short time later I had trimmed Allison's thatch to crew cut level. Then I lathered her up and gently shaved away the last of her pubic covering. I towelled her off and began eating her out. If anything her pussy was even sweeter hairless. Allison was really responsive and came with the most intensity she had shown so far. 

"Wow Master that feels fantastic. I should have let Bob talk me into this years ago. You know Master if you are not careful, I could really fall for you."

"That's flattering Allison but you have Bob and I have Marcella. These three days should be it for us."

I had intended to have Allison make dinner but I took over the task. Allison complimented my cooking.

She initiated sex after dinner. Later I brought out the dildo I had bought and Allison humored me by bringing herself to climax while I watched. She snuggled up to me at bedtime and planted a huge kiss upon my lips.

"Thank you for a fun two days Rick, I mean Master."

"Wait until tomorrow. You are cleaning this place top to bottom in your birthday suit. I will give you a pair of rubber gloves to wear."

"That's only fair." said Allison. "I have to do something to earn the money you will be giving me. What we did yesterday and today has been so much fun that I'd ALMOST feel guilty taking your money." 

We fucked a few more times. I took her up the ass again and then we fell fast asleep.

The next morning and afternoon I supervised Allison as she did a thorough cleaning of my house. She really seemed to get into it and the place was spotless when she was done. I showered with her when she was finished and ran the razor over her sex anew. 

We made brunch together, being careful to not mess the kitchen. We sat on the couch and watched a movie to unwind. Once the movie concluded Allison slid to the floor unbidden and gave me a terrific blow job. She swallowed every drop. I ate her out about three times. Her bald snatch was so tasty. and then it was time for dinner.

It was a pre-made meal that just needed heating up so I did that for Allison. I let her sit in a chair next to me to eat. By then it was 9:00. I took the clothes that Allison had stripped off three days before and redressed her. Allison kissed me deeply again.

"Thank you Rick, I can't remember when I enjoyed myself more. Even cleaning your house was fun. I hope that Marcella appreciated it. Rick, We really SHOULD do this again."

With that a cab came to take Allison home.

I am married to Marcella now. Allison was the maid of honour and Bob was my best man. We get together often but neither Bob nor Marcella notice the chemistry between Allison and myself. Bob raved to me the next time I saw him about his wife's hairless pussy. Bob really is a blabbermouth when it comes to his bedroom activities. Because of the great memories I had from doing Allison, I did not mind Marcella's conservatism in the sack the least. Marcella never found out about the loan I gave Allison, who, true to her word was shortly re-employed. She sends cash to my office twice a month, sometimes she includes naked pictures of herself. Those stay safely locked in a drawer in my office. I recalled Allison's last words at the end of our three day escapade. Perhaps we WILL do it again.

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A Night to Remember



The unmistakable smell of leather is the first thing to reach my nose, quickly followed by the telltale sign of her perfume. Inhaling both smells puts a smile on my face. My mind races with the possibilities of what she was wearing. It could be a sexy tight mini skirt that hugged all the right areas, or maybe leather bra and panties set. I have no choice but to sit and wait, naked, tied to a chair, and blindfolded in our bedroom. The open French doors letting in the tropical breeze and smell of the beach along with the rhythmic crashing of the waves on the shore all fill my senses.

"Your mind is going crazy right about now," her voice purrs in my ear sending a shiver down my spine.

Following instruction I only nod my response. She caresses my cheek with tips of her leather gloves. Taking my face in both hands she tilts my head back gently brushing her lips over mine. Reaching for more with my tongue I find only empty space.

"You greedy man, you think I am going to give it all at once? You are mine to tease for the night," the last part is breathed into my ear as her teeth nibbled on my flesh. 

The velvet touch of her lips move down my neck and chest stopping to tease my nipples between her teeth. 

"Oh I know what my bad boy wants but more importantly I know what my bad boy needs," she rakes her nails over my firm chest, "Mistress is going to take care of all your needs and desires. You will be whimpering and begging before this night is done."

The breeze drifts through the room and now carries the sweet smell of my Mistress's desire. A light knock on the door causes me to turn my head blindly in that direction. I feel more than hear her move away from me and as the click of the door to our bedroom sounds a little bit of fear runs through me. I am tied to a chair in the middle of my own bedroom wearing nothing but a blindfold and someone unknown enters. Whispers are all I can hear unable to make out anything that is being said. 

"My pet I am sure you have many questions right about now. I have a couple rules for you before we move forward. First relax and enjoy yourself. Second no questions. Third you will follow directions immediately. This is for all our enjoyment and pleasure. Do you agree to these terms?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Are you ready," she asks the other person?

My lap is invaded by another body. The feeling of satin and lace could be felt on my legs. Another set of hands ran over my face and down my chest. Murmuring her approval she explores my nakedness teasing leaving me and leaving my now aching cock untouched. 

"I am glad you approve," Mistress replies caressing my neck with her hands.

Next I could feel their heads right next to mine and hear their lips embrace in a passionate kiss. Moans of desire to both see and feel what was happening come from deep inside me.

"I think your pet feels left out," the lady announces in a mock sad voice.

"Well why don't you stand over there and we can give him a taste of what he is missing." 

My heart races as the blindfold is loosened. Blinking and adjusting to the light in the room the woman standing a few feet in front of me comes into view. A smile would not be denied as recognition pierces my brain. 

"Oh I see you remember me," she smiles back, "I seem to be dressed a shade different than I was the last time we met," running her hands over the sheer white stocking attached to the white garter belts.

"I see you approve. I don't know if you should be punished for being such a naughty boy or used like the dirty slut you want to be? I guess I can't blame you she is beautiful. I know how you love the virginal white look but I can assure you she is anything but that. What do you think of that nice firm ass? Those thin white panties barely covering her sweet pussy. Makes my mouth water, I can imagine you would love to run your tongue over that."

Nodding my head and licking my lips she struts in front of me teasing as she bends over allowing a full view of her breast just barely being contained in the small white bra giving a hint that they might just break free. Turning around she puts her firm ass on full display reaching back and grabbing the four inch heels on her white stilettos.

"I hope you have saved from of that lust and desire for me," she walks over to her best friend allowing me to see her for the first time.

My jaw must have hit the floor as the two embraced again and share a passionate kiss. It was the classic vision of contrast. The blond beauty dressed all in white and the dark haired vixen in contrasting black leather.

"You think he likes," Danielle ask?

"If his cock is a thermometer I would have to say we have raised his temperature, but I think we can push things a little hotter," Mistress winks at me.

Turning and placing her hand on her hip she gives me a look the shows the wickedness she has in store for the evening. 

"Do you enjoy the contrast," her hands smooth out the micro mini leather skirt, "her looking so innocent and me oh so dirty and corrupted?" 

Danielle moves closer to her and kisses her neck letting her hands roam over the leather shelf bra that places her breasts on full display. Over the next few minutes I was treated to a passionate display as her friend kisses her way down her neck and finally reaching her breasts taking each nipple into her mouth, teasing them just so in order to elicit groans of pleasure from my Mistress.

"I bet you wish you could be doing this right now," smiling she wraps her arms around her friend holding her close.

The smell was intoxicating, the mixture of sensual perfumes, leather, and arousal warp me up in the cruel embrace of being so close and yet unable to act. Using their lips and finger tips to caress and tease my body enjoying the frustration building inside of me. Mistress pushes Danielle to her knees directly in front of my. She smiles up at me from her knees and leans forward taking my cock deep into her mouth, caressing the shaft with her tongue allowing just her lips to ever so gently caress the rest. Not being able to hold back any longer as her hot breath torments my cock I cry out.

"Please Mistress please have her suck my cock," trying my best to keep an edge of control in my voice.

In response she leans over and gently kisses my lips.

"We can do better than that my pet."

Running her fingers through her friend's hair she struts back to the bed and let the skirt ride up exposing her pussy for a brief second before crossing her legs. Throwing my head back in a cry of frustration as Danielle turns from teasing my cock she crawls toward the bed. Watching her ass slowly sway back and forth with each movement until just before she reached my Mistress she turns back and locking her eyes with mine licks her lips like a cat ready to devour its favorite treat. I watch as my Mistress slowly uncrosses her legs and moving to the very edge of the bed grabs Danielle's hair and pull her between her thighs. As her lips reach her pussy she hisses yes and fall back on the bed as she devours her.

"Oh my god you are so fucking good," she screams reaching her orgasm cumming all over her friends face!

Danielle again looks back at me and licks the juices from her lips. Then like a cat cleaning its self uses her fingers to gather the rest that her tongue could not reach sticking each one in turn between her lips slowly sucking off the juices not wanting to miss a single drop. My cock is dripping with precum and me begging that I need to be fucked. A wicked smile creeps across my Mistress's face and pulling Danielle to her lips she gives a kiss pulling her hair back and caressing her neck with her lips keeping her eyes locked with mine. Without a word she pulls her over lap. Using her free hand to gently caress her flesh with each passing leaving more of a mark until raising her hand in the air she leaves a hand print on her left ass cheek. This elicits a hiss and moan from Danielle. She continues her assault giving each side equal treatment until Danielle pleads for her to stop.

"Seems my virginal pet is really a dirty slut," she smiles at me pushing her finger past the panties and into her soaking wet pussy.

"Oh Mistress please fuck me I am so horny," Danielle begs as she is teased.

"Should I," she looks directly at me, "maybe I should let her slide down that hard cock of yours? Can you feel her heat slowly surrounding your cock, her wetness soaking you? Her body settling onto you as your cock slides deep into her, her hips slowly rocking back and forth as the need grows and grows and grows until her tight little body is climbing up and down that cock with at a ferocious pace! Then at that last moment she crashes over the edge like the waves you hear out the window and you release all the built up cum deep in her pussy filling her to overflowing!"

Danielle whimpered as Mistress is slowly fucking her pussy with her fingers.

"Is that what my two little sluts want?"

"Oh yes Mistress please let me ride that cock," Danielle begs.

Mistress pulls her fingers free and pushes her friend to the floor like a discarded toy. She walks over to me holding the two glistening fingers in the air. I am unable to take my eyes off from them as she straddles my lap and presses her hot pussy against the side of my cock. 

"How much do you want to taste this sweet pussy," holding the fingers in front of my face then slowly tracing them around her lips leaving a shinny trail of Danielle's juices. Leaning forward her lips reach mine allowing me to taste the sweetness. Repeating the process with the other finger we again kiss this time she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer to her.

Danielle's whimper from the bed pulls us from our kiss.

"Oh did you think I had forgotten about you?" 

She nods with a pouty lip and make her best sad face.

"You must not be so greedy I need to share with my slave your deliciousness."

Push back on my shoulders Mistress crosses to the bed. Danielle as she is on all fours looking up expectantly. As she rises to her knees Mistress pushes her onto her back climbing on top of her with a quick glance and a smile at me she leans in and begins to kiss her lips softly, seductively, just a quick brush together a little lick with her tongue, teasing her driving her wild.

"Do you need a nice hard cock to sit on," she asks with a devilish tone, "I think I might have a nice big dildo in my nightstand would you like to show me how much of a slut you can be with that?"

Danielle shakes her head no and then points at my engorged cock. My Mistress looks back at me and smiles.

"What do you think my pet have you earned the privilege of have your cock encased in this delicious pussy?"

I just shook my head yes unable to make words come from my mouth.

"Hmmm maybe but here are the rules. Neither of you are going to be cumming just yet and if you break that rule I will turn your asses red with my paddle. When I tell you to stop you will stand up and move back to the bed. Are these rules understood?"

"Yes Mistress," we answer in unison. 

With that she helps Danielle off the bed pulling off the tiny panties that are soaked with her juices. Leading her over in front of me she guides her onto my cock. I moan with relief as the tip enters her steaming cunt, relishing in every inch it was allowed to sink deeper and deeper into her until finally I am fully encased inside her. I want to fuck her to pound her pussy until I explode deep inside her but I can only wait.

"Open your mouths."

We followed her direction and she places half of Danielle's panty in my mouth and the other half in Danielle's mouth effectively holding us close but not allowing us to kiss. Standing back with her hands on hips Mistress looks at her handy work and is pleased. Retrieving the afore mentioned dildo from the nightstand she lays back on the bed and watches us slowly rock back and forth as she stuffs the large cock deep inside her. I could only watch as she brought herself to another orgasm clawing at the bed sheets and letting out a moan of pleasure and relief. 

Danielle was also building to a climax and was doing her best to control her movements but was close to getting past the point of no return when Mistress tells her to get off my cock. She wants to plead and beg to be able to wait a moment but with a groan of frustration she dismounts leaving me to groan as the cold air flows against her hot juices still on my cock.

"Help me release my toy I think it is time for us to take our complete pleasure from him."

Released and laid on the bed Mistress has Danielle get on her knees hovering over my face.

"My friend loves to have her ass licked so you are going to make sure you bury your tongue deep into her ass and make sure she has an orgasm because she gets to fuck your ass with my strapon next and I can imagine if she is not happy with your performance your ass will pay the price." 

With that warning Danielle smothers me under her ass. I find her tight hole and gently probe the entrance feeling it slowly give way. Her moans tell me I was doing it right. I am surprised when my Mistress slides her silken pussy down my cock and slowly starts to grind back and forth on me. By the weight change I was guessing they were kissing and soon Danielle's pussy juices were running freely down my chin.

"When she cums you had better cum slave," Mistress informs to me.

I do my best to read the signs of Danielle's body but having never been this close I was surprised when she orgasms and floods my chest with her juices. It took only a moment longer for me to release my own orgasm empting a week's worth of denial deep into my Mistress pussy. Both of them move off from me at the same time leaving me gasping for breath and recovering from my orgasm as they do the same. 

"My strapon is on the dresser and there is lube in the top drawer. That one has a nice feature with an attachment to slide into your pussy; it makes for a wonderful orgasm as you fuck him."

We both watch as Danielle attaches the toy, tightening the straps and starting the dildo in her pussy to vibrating. Giving me a look of desire and fascination she crossed the room making sure as she did that the large cock hanging between her legs sways obscenely back and forth.

"Get your ass to the edge of the bed and stay on your back I am going to drip all this hot cum into your slutty mouth while she fucks your ass."

Again I am smothered under a sexy ass this time it is my Mistress's. She grabs my legs and pulls them back giving Danielle full access to my ass while grinding her cum filled pussy against my face. A nice rhythm sets in and soon both women cum again. 

"This is the hottest, kinkiest, nastiest, fucking awesome thing I have ever done," Danielle announces! 

All three of us climb under the blankets of the bed. Me in the middle covered in pussy juice and cum. Both lay on either side of me laying their heads on my chest. The wave's crash against the shore and the breeze drifts through the room.

"We will do this again," Mistress announces as she drifts off to sleep.



A Night to Remember



Sarah held the phone up to her ears as she stood in the balcony of the hotel room, "Yes baby, I love you too..." She giggled as she pulled the phone off her ear and saw her husband's name on the phone with a smile in her face before she tapped the red button to disconnect the call. Just as she did, a pair of big strong arms wrapped around her waist, he pulled her back against his chest and leaned in and kissed her neck and cheek, she turned her head around met with his lips. She held his face as she kissed him, he pulled away from the kiss and turned her around to face him and picked her up, wrapping both her legs around his waist. He leaned in and kissed her as he began walking back into the room where they spent the night. He pulled away from the kiss and dropped on the bed with her back slamming against its softness. He resumed kissing her as both their lower belly and crotch were in contact, he pulled away from the kiss yet again and looked into her eye, "I don't know how this happen but I'm glad it did..." She was in an open marriage, but there was something about 'cheating' that just got a pussy to tingle. She smiled to the thought and resumed kissing him as she began recalling the previous night's events on how she ended up with this.

Sarah was at the bar with her closest office buds having a drink and laughing about whatever that was that flew out of their lips. Once the pint was done, Sarah offered to bring in the next round and walked over and leaned against the counter, she was in her evening dress and knew how to attract the eyes in her. The place was pretty filled and there was a guy eyeing her from the other end of the counter. He stood tall in a black leather jacket and a casually worn rugged blue jeans. There was about five other people standing between them but somehow both their eyes met. The moment she saw him looking at her, she felt the breeze from the door caress her upper thighs. The bartender handed her the pint and she walked away from the counter resumed chatting up with her friends. A moment later she took a bathroom break and walked into the door and found a couple making out against the women's door. Just when she decided to squeeze through the couple, she saw him come out through the men's door. For a second she didn't tried to ignore him. 

Although she was physically not able to she tried and squeezed into the loo. When she came back the had left, but just when she was about to exit the common door, he walked right in through the door and grabbed by the waist and kissed her, he pushed her back and walked in completely and slammed the door behind him. He grabbed her by the waist again and lifted her off the floor and placed her against the door and kissed her as he was grinding hard against her. She didn't realize but she was kissing him back, her arms were over and around his shoulders as he dry humped her against the door. About half a minute later a pulled away from her and let her back on her feet. She gasped for breath, as looked up at him only to see him inching closer to her again. She would never usually let a man near her let alone touch her. But tonight she didn't know what had gotten over her, she was equally enjoying it. The moment she saw him nearing her she paused and waited for his move, but he leaned in and turned the door knob. But before he opened the door, he reached into his pockets and pulled out a napkin and tugged it under her cleavage as he left. 

When she was back at the table she couldn't help touching herself in the thigh and her neck. An hour passed and the eye contact continued until her gang began disappearing one by one, until it was just her one if her friends and herself. She finally grabbed her coat and walked out the bar with her friend. She put her friend in a cab and took one for herself as the car wobbled in the movement she felt a little uncomfortable between her breasts, when she reached in she felt the napkin. She pulled it out and noticed there was a number written on it, this wasn't some kind if a date. The number meant only one thing. She contemplated the idea over and over in her head, but the only thing that stuck was her back against the door and a massive bulge grinding against her crotch. And so pulled out her phone from her clutch and began texting, and about 2 minutes later she directed the cabbie to the new address. She got out of the cab and made her way into the lobby of the building towards the elevator. 
When she got into the elevator she straightened her dress and reached back and undid her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders. The moment of truth awaited, the elevator stopped and the door opened right into the apartment.

She's had a lot of one night stands before, but the moment the door opened it felt different. It was a huge open living room and a massive couch right in the middle facing the TV mounted up against the wall. The entire living room was dark and there was a couple of candles lit on the coffee table, and a few others scattered around the living room giving the place a glow that just melted her heart. The moment she stepped in, the sound of the hard wood floor echoed into the room and the guy came into view from behind a wall which seemed to lead to the kitchen. He had the same pair of jeans on and nothing on top, he was barefoot and held a grin on his face as he walked over to her. The sight was killing her, she was in love, with another guy, who had given her the freedom she deserved and more. But the sight of this man with his rock pecking body walking towards her, weakened her knees. The intensity of the moment caused her clutch to slip out of her hand and fell to the floor. 

She startled herself to the sound and took a few steps back. He walked over to her and slipped his fingers around her waist and lifted her off her feet in a single quick motion. He placed his other hand over her pouty butt and pulled her against him as he slide the fist from her ass to the back of her knees, wrapping it around his waist. She took the invitation and wrapped her other leg around her waist. Her lips parted and she let out a deep gasping moan the moment she felt the cold walls of the metal elevator door against her bare shoulders and through her skimpy dress on her back. The moment he felt her warm breath against his face leaned his head in to take her lips. He knew how to take control and he worked it well. The moment she felt his lips on hers, she felt a tingling drop seep out of her pussy. She stretched her arms and began wrapping it around his wide muscular shoulders as they devoured each other's lips. 

She had completely lost track of time and her senses. The kiss continued to grow more and more intense by the second, she continued to moan into his mouth and he continued to grind his boner against her. It was a moment lust had completely taken control of both their bodies, the carnal need to fuck was all that was pending. He slid both his hands over to both her ass cheeks and squeezed and slapped them before he held them in his hands to move away from the elevator door. With their bodies intact, his feet were making its way towards the couch. He slapped right below her ass on her left thigh and slid his hand over to her knee and jerked her off him like an animal in heat. 

The moment her heels touched the hardwood floor he placed both his hands over her shoulder and flipped her around. She noticed that they were right behind the couch and she was standing facing the TV. She felt his hands over her waist and shoulder bending her over the back of the couch. A smile crept up onto her lips as she willingly bent over and parting her legs aside as she did. He brought himself down to one knee and placed his hands over both her knees and slid his hand over to her waist, sliding up skimpy dress giving him the first magnificent view of her cotton panty thongs clad half against her ass riding up between her ass cheeks. He spread her thighs and leaned in to take a quick taste of her love juice staining and glistening against her thong which seemed to be stuck tightly against her wet pussy. 

He pulled himself a step back after the lick and yanked her thong right off her ass as he watched it quickly caress her smooth slick thighs as he did. The thong stopped at her knees as her legs were spread wide. He pulled himself off the floor and pulled the looked down at this stranger bent over the back of his couch with her dress bunched up around her waist and her ass in view waiting for the fuck of her life. 

He didn't have the constraint anymore to keep himself at bay anymore, he yanked off his jeans down to his knees and grabbed hold of his cock in one hand and smacked her ass with his other. He stepped forward and placed himself between her glistening lips and placed his hands against her waist and pulled on her against him as he pushed himself forward. Her eyes widened and yet another gasp left her lips as she felt herself stretching in the most satisfying way possible. A smile crept over her lips as she felt his big warm, strong hands against her waist as he continued to drive deeper and deeper with each stroke. 

The more he fucked her the more he began craving to want to hold her in his hands. With her legs spread wide, he reached over and grabbed hold of a chunk of her hair and her shoulders in his other and pulled her back. She stumbled to his pull and placed both her hands over the back of the couch for balance as he finally felt his warm chest against her back. He continued to drive into her as he trailed his hands over her waist and to her breasts. The moment she felt his hands over her breasts, she came gushing and gasped out loud echoing into the living room, "Ohhhh FUCK YES!!" 

He continued to fuck her as he came. Once her orgasm subsided she felt his lips on her shoulders and his teeth against her flesh, she reached out her hand over her shoulder and grabbed hold of his hair and felt another big one building. He pulled his face off her shoulder and groaned out loud as he felt her head tilt and felt her reach for his lips with hers. He gave his last few thrusts into her as they both came hard against each other's sweaty bodies, standing right in the middle of his living room. 

Once his cock went flaccid he pulled himself off her shoulder with a short brief kiss on her shoulder and took a step back as he gently placed his hand around her waist and turned her around to face him. He placed both his hands at the hem of her dress bunched up against her waist as he looked into her eyes and pulled it over her head. He leaned in and gave her small peck on the lips and spoke, 

"Hi, I'm Andy..." with a smile. 

She raised her arm letting this stranger undress her as he just had one of the most magnificent fucks of her life. She knew for a fact that there was no going back from this, she knew that she would never be fucked like the way she was just fucked by this stranger. A smile crept over her lips as he introduced himself for the first time. She saw him reach for throw her dress on the floor and gave her another peck before her pulled his pants up and pointed towards his bedroom. 

She smiled and pulled away from him as she smiled and obeyed him. She bent over and grabbed her dress with a finger and pulled herself and walked towards the bedroom dragging it across the floor as she walked swaying her pouty ass. She stopped by the door and turned her head around. Her beautiful face came into view as her dark wavy hair flung aside, 

"Oh... And by the way... The name is Sarah..." 

She smiled and disappeared into his room and over to the bathroom to clean herself up as she knew that this was going to be a night she would remember for a long time.



A Night to Remember



This is based on a true story which happened to me in November of 2009...up until this point, I had been with several old men, but this particular one was special and I still remember every detail...

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My name is Jeet...back in 2009, I was 23 years old, out of college and starting nursing school. I enjoyed my time and was living in the moment. I had one serious girlfriend in college, but we broke up soon after. I was young and adventurous. Part of that adventure was sexual. I had been attracted to old men (especially the overweight, seemingly unattractive ones) for quite some time, but it was not until college and living away from home for the first time in my life, that I was able to act upon this desire. I signed up for the usual dating profiles and hooked up with a few old men. I had some great experiences, but now I was back home again living with my parents and that burning desire to find another old man hit me hard.

I found another website, and in May of 2009, I created a profile. At first, I got a few hits. There were no pictures of myself on the website, but my profile was alluring nonetheless. One day, I received an e-mail...it was from a 56 year old man named Roger (real name concealed). He described himself as large and hairy and he also noted that he was interested in meeting me. He requested some pictures of mine. Included in his e-mail were his pictures...my heart started racing as I gazed at what appeared to be a massive bear of a man...his back completely covered in thick silver hair, his head balding on top. His lips looked thick and kissable, and he had glasses. He seemed like a gentle giant. He stated that he was about 6'2" and over 350 lbs. I was very protective of my privacy, so I never shared my pictures, but with him, I could not hold back. Nervous yet excited, I sent him a couple of my pictures. 

I'm pretty modest, but girls generally think I'm good looking, and every man I had ever slept with was quite pleased with my face and body. I'm East Indian in origin, but I am relatively light skinned with an olive complexion. I run 3 miles a day and at the time I was around 170 lbs on a 5'10" body. I also lifted weights regularly and was pretty well-toned. I didn't quite have a six-pack but I was flat and firm in the stomach region. I suppose Roger concurred with the others and remarked at how handsome and attractive I was in the pictures. 

We e-mailed back and forth for a few months until I was finally able to move away for some rotations. Fast forward to November 2009...I had e-mailed Roger and let him know of my plans to meet him. 

In preparation, I shaved my legs and everything in between. I am naturally not very hairy to begin with, but I wanted to truly create an experience of submission. 

That night I reached my new living quarters and once I settled in, I called him and we decided that I would meet at his place. I threw on some shorts (no underwear), a tanktop, and a zip-up sweater. 

The drive there felt like forever. Finally, I reached, but had some difficulty getting to his actual apartment, so he stepped out to assist. I pulled up next to him and we stared at each other. 

Here he was, all 6'2" 350+ pounds of bear staring down at me, stripping me naked with his eyes, fucking me, making me cum...I lost focus and my heart was going 160 bpm...I was shivering. He had a baritone voice and he looked at me and pointed to an open parking spot and told me to park there. I licked my lips and softly said "Ok". He was not able to notice that my hand was in between my legs, and that I was groping myself in excitement and also in anticipation. 

I parked and stepped out. He was wearing shorts, an extra large button down shirt and shoes. He did not approach me, but I checked him out as we walked in. Once we entered the apartment, he came up to me to hug, but I pushed back and motioned that I wanted to take off my sweater first. At this point, I was wearing my tank top and shorts. He put his hand on my ass and guided me to a large sofa. 

We sat down, I sat with my legs curled up but open towards him. He leaned in and asked me "How was the drive?" 

I was sooo nervous I could barely answer, but I was so attracted to him. Nervously and in a tiny meek voice I responded, "Took way too long to get here." 

With that, he put his left arm around my shoulder and leaned in and kissed me. We made out forever. He pushed his massive tongue into my mouth and kissed my mouth whole, wildly. His thick, meaty lips engulfed my mouth. His tongue felt like it was in the back of my throat, forcing its way in my mouth. I had never really kissed another man before, perhaps it was my relative inexperience and shame, but all my inhibitions were subdued tonight. I was going to let Roger take me, I wanted Roger to take advantage of my tiny body and ravish it till his heart was content. I had never met a man like him and he pretty much hit every mark for the man in my fantasy. 

My lust for him was insatiable, but I easily could sense that he wanted me quite badly as well. He seemed to hunger for me. He seemed very experienced, but I wondered how long it had been since he had gotten any. 

With his right hand, he pulled up my tank top, revealing my breasts. He looked at my nipples, dark and erect. My breasts are somewhat larger, and while they are no where near female proportions, they definitely showed. He seemed to enjoy this and without further adieu he leaned in and started sucking on the right breast. I tilted my head back and began moaning softly and without control, "Oh my, oooh, Ohh, ohh..." I could not stop myself from moaning. I looked down and saw his massive bald head bobbing up and down. He still had some hair on the sides of his head, his ears were large and there was silver/gray hair coming out from seeming every corner but the top of his big head. I kissed his head. With a flick of his left arm he pulled my entire body over to move my left side closer to his waiting mouth. He took my left breast in his mouth. Meanwhile, his right hand started moving up my exposed right thigh. He began to move his hand slowly up my shorts and he stopped just short of my mound. By this time, I was rock hard and my shorts were loose and so I was completely exposed exposed. By instinct I had opened my legs for him, waiting for his big, thick hands to explore all that I had to offer him. 

He looked down and saw my 7" erection. He stopped sucking on my breasts and stood up and grabbed me by my hand and led me to his bed. He threw me down like a rag doll and opened my legs. He groped me wildly with his hand up my shorts. He had large beefy fingers which completely engulfed my cock. I looked so small under him. Effortlessly, he pulled off my shorts, exposing me completely. He also yanked off my tank top, making me completely naked. My nipples were erect and I was begging myself not to cum. I had never felt this way before and I stopped just short of begging him to fuck me. 

I realized that Roger was not much of a talker. He was friendly enough, but he pretty much stuck to minding my body. He seemed genuinely attracted to me and was having difficulty controlling himself in spite of his experience. 

He hastily pulled off his shirt, revealing his massive upper body. It was covered in a thick mound of silver/gray hair. His belly was hanging over his shorts. It was massive. He pulled off his shorts, and much to my shock and horror, he had a short but extremely thick cock. It must have been around 5" in length but it was definitely thicker than mine. His belly seemed to belie the full length of his cock and this also scared me but I was still determined to please him in every way I could. 

I lay there naked in this strange man's bed, wondering in amazement at how, within minutes of meeting this man, I was naked and completely open to him for the taking. He climbed into bed. His imposing figure towered over my much smaller body. My legs were slightly open in anticipation but he pushed them apart fully and got on top of me. I felt crushed under his weight. He first came up close to my face and kissed me and licked my ears and nibbled on my ear lobes. I could feel his hot breath in my ears as he whispered "You're very sexy, I'm going to have fun with you tonight," to which I mustered a response, "I'm yours, baby." He couldn't hear me. He pinned my hands down by my head and he kissed me. His large tongue was deep in my mouth again. I kept biting his lower lip. He was a really good kisser...

"You must have done this a lot huh?" I teased him. He ignored me, and grunted. He then placed his attention on my breasts and started sucking on them again. I am extremely sensitive in that area and this was bringing me to an orgasm. 

I was squirming under his body and I was struggling to wrap my legs around his much larger body. He had so much power over me. I finally started grabbing the sheets as he nibbled and licked my nipples and I was moaning uncontrollably. I didn't want him to stop, but at last he did...moseying his way down between my sternum and then to my flat stomach. He kissed me all the way down. I didn't realize it at first, but I started saying his name, "Oh Roger, oh baby..."

He grabbed my thighs and spread my legs wide and buried his face between my thighs, taking me all in one gulp. I gasped and couldn't stop saying "Oh fuck, Oh yes!" repeatedly as he sucked me. 

He remarked, "Oh, you shaved?!"I did leave a thin "landing strip" for him, but he clearly liked it as he moaned and groaned with my cock in his mouth. His thick fingers made their way up to my breasts and he started pinching and touching my nipples ever so lightly. This drove me crazy. I kept squirming and looking down at him, my eyes pleading with him, part of me begging him to stop but the rest of me begging him to continue forever. No man had ever made me feel this way...I wanted to cum so badly but I kept grabbing the sheets with my hands and opening my legs wider and wider to accommodate his large head which looked humongous between my thighs. Every so often, he would pause and moan with his deep voice while my cock was still in his mouth. His voice reverberated throughout my much smaller body. He grabbed me by the ass and lifted me straight up and started eating my asshole. 

I felt pangs of pleasure deep in my stomach...I kept grabbing his head and massaging it. He would drop me down and my erection would be right there near his mouth and so naturally he would swallow it again. Several times I found myself on the verge of a huge orgasm so I would push back lightly on his head and plead with him "Please no, please baby not yet you're gonna make me cum..." 

He smiled and put his finger up my asshole in response. He swallowed my balls whole. Every part of my body seemed relatively tiny compared to him. I realized many times during the night that he completely dominated me and made me feel so small and slight. I submitted to him completely. 

He flipped me over unto all fours and dragged me to the edge of the bed. He slid off the bed and went down on his knees. My ass was in the air, my knees were spread apart, he began eating me voraciously. I buried my head in the pillow to drown out my moans and screams. He would reach up and grab my cock and alternate between eating my ass and sucking my cock. He rubbed his hand against my belly and caught my breasts a few times. I turned back and could only see his bald head buried in my ass. My legs were spread open as far as I could spread them for him. 

Suddenly, he stood up and grabbed me my hand and told me to get on my knees. 

I knew what was coming. His thick cock was wet with precum...dripping on the floor. Gray hair surrounded it, making it a sizable mound. His balls were remarkably huge as well. I noted the strong odor of sex down there...I looked at it for a second, studied it, then started licking the tip of his cock...

He began groaning and moaning, grabbing my head with both hands. He put one leg up on the bed and then he used more force to push his cock all the way into my mouth. I almost gagged...I wasn't accustomed to this sort of aggressiveness and I certainly had not expected it from him but I found it strangely arousing. His cock was certainly longer than it first appeared and my mouth was completely full. I looked up at him but could barely see his face as his massive belly was in my view. I kept hitting his belly with every suck and a mixture of my saliva mixed with his pre-cum began dripping down my chin and unto my breasts and my thighs as I was kneeling before him. I tightened my suction and he groaned more and I thought I heard him say, "That's it, beautiful," or so I imagined. He reached down and played with my nipples. 

I took a second to stop sucking his cock and then I went under and started licking his balls while masturbating his cock with my left hand. His moans grew louder...he obviously approved and then he pulled me up. We kissed again and he reached down and grabbed my cock while we kissed, taking my breath away...then he lay down on the bed and he pulled me next to him. I lay there in his arms for a while, staring up at the ceiling. It was dark in the apartment, aside from some dim lamps. I took in the night and while I still had some inhibitions in me, I forced them out, choosing to live in the moment. I turned to him and kissed him. My legs were spread open and he groped me while we kissed. I enjoyed watching him grope me. His hands were massive, just as the rest of him and my cock looked tiny in his hands. My legs were smooth and long, in stark contrast to his thick and hairy thighs. He put his leg over mine to keep them open. He reached over and started sucking on my right breast again. I moaned and closed my eyes and turned away and I could sense him looking at me, watching me as I reacted to his moves. 

I sat up and kneeled next to him and began stroking his cock. He had become flaccid during our small break so I took his cock in my mouth. My ass was in the air again and I was leaning over him as he lay on his back. He reached over with his left hand between my legs as I was bent over on all fours and he started playing with me, jerking me, then reaching up and fingering me. 

I moaned with my mouth full of his cock. He then grabbed me by my waist and hoisted me over his face. He sucked and ate me out while I was straddling him. My ass was in his face. He reached up with his hands and started touching my breasts. I looked up at the ceiling and moaned. He then pushed my head down to his cock. We were in a 69 position and I loved it...I lost track of what he was doing down there as I was so fixated on his thick dick which had no shortage of pre-cum. His cock had long since regained its full girth and size. I kept pulling out and spitting on its head then licking the tip of his cock. I sucked harder on the tip and I felt his approval as he sucked on me. 

Finally, he pulled me back to lay down next to him in his arms and he smiled. I had made up my mind even before we met tonight that I wanted him inside of me. So I asked..."Do you want to fuck me?"

I never thought I would ask...it was kind of amazing that I had been with several men during my college years, some of whom I was quite attracted to, but I never gave up my virginity. 

At least not until tonight.

To be continued...



A Night to Remember



Andrew and Jessica were your run of the mill couple. Since the day they met they had been incredibly attracted to each other and the sex was incredible. It was great but Jessica couldn't help but feel like something was missing. In college she was a party girl, fun and free spirited. On several drunken nights, she made out with girls. It was mostly for show at first, she liked putting on a show for all the guys at the parties. The more she did it, the more she liked it and started wanting to take it further. She met Andrew and lost the urge. He satisfied her in ways she didn't even know possible, it was like her know her body better than she did. He always put her pleasure above his own, he got off on getting her off. It seemed like a great deal and Jessica always made sure that she pleased him just as much. 

She loved sucking Andrew's cock. She loved the sounds of him groaning with pleasure when she would take his entire cock in her mouth and down her throat. Sometimes she liked trying his wrists to the headboard so she could tease him and deprive him of coming and have it build up to a mind-blowing orgasm when he finally did. She liked to get him so close by sucking his cock and then taking a break to kiss him. Biting his bottom lip was a weakness and Jessica always used that to her advantage. Slowly, she would straddle him and rub her wet pussy along his hard cock. Andrew loved when she did this to him. "Fuuuuck! Baby, I want you so badly. Please, ride my cock, "moaned Andrew.

Jessica laughed an evil laugh and kissed his lips. "Well, since you asked so nicely," she said as she slipped his throbbing cock into her wet pussy. She started out nice and slow, bracing herself against the wall as she moved her hips to hit the spot right where she wanted it. They both moaned as Jessica moved faster, riding Andrew's cock as hard and fast as she could. Reaching down with one hand, she started furiously rubbing her clit which caused her to moan even louder. "Mmm fuck! You're gonna make me come," Andrew warned her. Jessica stopped completely, keeping his cock deep inside her and leaned down to kiss his lips. 

"God, I want you to make me come," Andrew murmured against Jessica's lips. He could feel her smile, knowing damn well she was just going to do what she wanted. She decided to be nice and give in to him. She continued kissing him as she started to ride him. She started fast and hard this time, she was ready to come too. Her ass smacked against his thighs as she bounced up and down on his cock. They moaned loudly as they both got closer to coming. Jessica reached up to untie Andrew's hands. "I want you to smack my ass," she commanded him. He smacked her ass hard and she felt the heat his hand left. "Oh God, harder!" she moaned. He smacked her ass even harder as she rode his cock even faster. She knew she was close and started rubbing her clit. She could feel his cock pulse in her tight pussy. She kept going faster and harder and felt Andrew's hand move up her body to pull on her nipple. That sent her over the edge. "Oh Andrew!" Jessica moaned as her pussy pulsed around his cock. Andrew's grip tightened on her hips as her commanded her, "Don't you fucking stop! I'm gonna come". Jessica kept going as she kept coming, she felt herself squirt all over Andrew's cock. "Ahh fuck! Jessica!" Andrew moaned as he came. 

Throughout their relationship, Jessica was more than satisfied and Andrew was always willing to try things that she suggested and was always up for what he wanted to try as well. Sex with Andrew was incredible, but Jessica couldn't stop thinking about the crazy times she had in college. Nervously, she approached Andrew about it one day. 

"Hey, baby?" Jessica said sweetly. 

"Yes, beautiful?" answered Andrew. 

"So I told you about my crazy college days and the couple girls I made out with..." Jessica sort of trailed off, not knowing how to continue. 

"What about it, baby? It's in the past, I'm not jealous of people you were with in the past" he smiled and kissed her forehead.

Jessica gave a half smile as she looked into Andrew's eye. "It's just that...I kinda liked it. Okay, more than kinda." She looked down, almost as if she were shy or ashamed. She looked up slightly through her long lashed at Andrew.

She was shocked to hear him chuckle. "Wh...why's that funny?"

Andrew took Jessica in his arms and kissed her softly. He smiled and said "You can take the girl out of the party, but you can't take the party out of the girl"

Jessica was so relieved. "You are incredible and you've pleased me in ways I didn't know possible, but-"

Andrew cut her off, "But you want to know what it's like to do more than kiss a girl?"

Jessica blushed a little as she quietly answered, "Yes." Just saying it out loud excited her.

Andrew loved thinking about watching his wife explore with another woman and getting to join in. They started discussing what they were comfortable doing and what they would like for each other not to do and made a profile looking for their fantasy girl. Jessica couldn't help but constantly check her inbox at work. Just the idea had her turned on that she really couldn't focus at all. Andrew was excited too, but his excitement came from seeing his wife live out her fantasy.

Jessica tried to stay focused and managed to get somewhat absorbed in her work, but then she looked up and saw a new email in her inbox. She could feel her heart beat faster as she moved her mouse to open it. As she started reading, she knew this woman was perfect. Her name was Allison, she was clean, kinky, and just looking for some fun with no strings attached. Jessica started messaging Allison through the site their profile is on and added her husband as well. They all set it up for next Saturday night. Jessica could hardly wait; it was only Tuesday.

Jessica was so nervous and excited as she and Andrew were setting things up for when Allison arrived. The doorbell rang Jessica froze and looked at Andrew. He chuckled and gave her a kiss. 

"Open the wine and pour us some and I'll get the door," Andrew said as he went to the door.

Jessica took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She felt her hands shake as she picked up the bottle to pour. Andrew walked into the kitchen followed closely by Allison. She was more beautiful than her pictures showed her to be. Jessica was an attractive woman: long brown hair, green eyes, long legs, and beautiful breasts, but she was awed by Allison. She had long blonde hair, eyes with a mixture of blue and green, nice legs, a perfectly rounded ass, and amazing tits. She was even more nervous now. Andrew and Allison started making small talk and Andrew could tell that Jessica was nervous so he kept trying to involve her in the conversation. After a couple glasses of wine, Jessica was feeling much more confident and the conversation had certainly turned. 

Jessica kept seeing the way that Allison was looking at her and it made her so wet. Allison hadn't even touched her and her panties were soaked. Andrew reached out for Jessica's hand and pulled her close to him. He started passionately kissing her. Jessica was a little tipsy from the wine and took the opportunity to bite his bottom lip. She heard his breathing quicken and her pulled back and smacked her ass. "Why don't you girls head to the bedroom and I'll join you soon," Andrew said as he gathered the glasses. Allison followed Jessica to the bedroom, but halfway down the hallway Jessica pushed Allison up against the wall. She kissed her hard and fast, loving the feeling of Allison's soft, warm lips against hers. Allison was a little caught off guard but soon realized what was happening and moved her hand down Jessica's body, grabbing her ass and then gave it a hard smack. Andrew heard in the kitchen and chuckled to himself as he rinsed the glasses, but he felt his cock getting hard think about those two beautiful women kissing and touching only a few feet down the hallway.

Jessica and Allison had managed to take all of their clothes off all down the hallway, so they we naked by the time they made it to the bedroom. Allison playfully pushed Jessica onto the bed as they both playfully giggled. They started kissing again with Allison on top of Jessica and Jessica was feeling bold and reached up to lightly pull on Allison's nipple. She moaned against Jessica's lips and her hand moved down Jessica's thigh getting so close to Jessica's wet pussy. Right then, Andrew walked in. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever saw; he wasn't sure how to jump in so he just took a seat to watch. His cock stiffened even more and was forcefully pushing against his zipper. He wanted to wait but he needed to touch himself, his cock was so hard it was almost painful. He watched as Allison slipped two fingers into Jessica's tight little pussy and his wife's moan alone was almost enough to make him come. He slipped out of his clothes and slowly started to rub cock, trying his hardest to wait to come.

Jessica moaned as she felt Allison's fingers start moving into her pussy. "Mmm harder" she moaned and Allison complied.

"You like that?" Allison inquired in a sultry voice. "I'm going to make you come so hard," Allison said as she leaned close to Jessica's ear and gave it a soft kiss. Across the room, Jessica heard Andrew moan and she looked over to watch him stroke his cock. She made eye contact with him and bit her bottom lip and he couldn't help himself. He got up and get on the bed and leaned next to Jessica and kissed her fast and hard, reaching down to squeeze her breasts. Just then, Allison's tongue flicked over Jessica's clit and she moaned against Andrew's lips. He got on his knees and Jessica leaned up to take his cock between her lips. She sucked the tip nice and hard and then slowly licked from the base to the tip, making Andrew groan with pleasure. Allison started fingering Jessica's pussy as she gently bit and sucked her clit. Jessica was taking Andrew's cock all the way down her throat and moaned around it. She moved faster up and down on his cock as Allison stated finger fucking her faster and harder. She could feel Jessica's pussy tighten around her fingers. She looked up and made eye contact with Andrew, "Why don't we trade places?". He nodded and took his cock out of Jessica's mouth and moved down to her pussy as Allison moved to straddle her face.

Andrew moved his cock along Jessica's slit making sure to hit her clit. She started licking Allison's pussy, sucking her clit nice and hard, gently biting and pulling on it. Jessica reached up to smack Allison's ass as her tongue flicked her clit over and over again. Andrew slowly slide his throbbing cock into Jessica's soaking pussy. It was almost too much for him, he had to just leave his cock inside her. He started to move a little bit at a time going deeper and slowly pulling back out. He started to not care about holding off and just fucked Jessica with all the force he could. She pulled her face away from Allison's pussy to moan and curse. Andrew could feel her squirt all over his cock and he just kept on fucking her, feeling her pussy pulsing around his cock. He couldn't last much longer and soon his come filled her tight little pussy. "Mmm let me lick her pussy," Allison said as she leaned over to start licking Jessica's clit. She loved the way Andrew's cum tasted. Andrew sat off to the side again just watching his beautiful wife explore with another gorgeous woman. Allison and Jessica traded places.

Allison laid down on the bed and Jessica was on top of her. She kissed Allison's lips, moved down her neck, over her breasts, down her stomach, and then her thighs. She stopped right before Allison's pussy. Allison begged her to keep going, she was desperate to come. Jessica slowly licked over Allison's clit and Allison pushed her head into her pussy. Jessica slipped a finger in Allison's pussy as she continued to suck on her clit. She wanted to make Allison come so badly. She slipped another finger in her pussy and started finger fucking her so hard. She could feel Allison's pussy tighten. Allison was moaning so loudly, she was so close to coming. Jessica kept going, faster and harder and leaned in to lick Allison's clit again. She moved back and started quickly rubbing Allison's clit and she squirted all over the bed. Jessica held Allison close to her as wave after wave of orgasm went through her. When everything was over Allison excused herself to shower and clean up. 

When she came back from the shower, they thanked her and she thanked them and she was on her way. It was a night Jessica would never forget.



A Piercing for Hannah



It was a beautiful summers day, and my lover and I decided to go downtown and do some window shopping. One of the shops that we saw was a tattoo/ piercing shop. We stopped in front of it and looked in. We started talking over the possibility of us having out pussies pierced. Hannah said she would never have it done. I told her that if I told her to have it done she would have to. Hannah knew she would do as I said, after all she was not only my lover, but also my slave. I took her hand and looked into her eyes. Then I pulled her to me and told her she would have it done right now. Hannah tried to pull away from me, but I pulled her with me. We entered the store and everybody looked to see these two beautiful women coming into this type of shop. 

I asked for the owner, and when he arrived I asked to have Hannah's pussy lip pierced. After he looked at Hannah and saw her beauty he pointed to a room and told us to go wait in there. When we opened the door, we saw a table and chair in the middle of the room. I pulled Hannah to the chair, she fought me the whole way. I told her to stop resisting or she would pay for this. THIS. Hannah just kept begging me not to go through with it. I sat in the chair and pulled her over my lap. I held her down and lifted her dress, she was wearing my favourite pair of sky blue panties. I rubbed her adorable ass, then smacked it very hard. Then I smacked it again, Hannah cried out, and I told her to shut up and this is what she gets for disobeying me. I spanked her ass several more times. It looked so adorable beet red, under her cute little panties. I stood her up, and got out of the chair.

I sat Hannah in the chair, and she wasn’t fighting anymore. I leaned over and kissed her deeply on the lips. I told her that I love her, she smiled so wonderfully because she knew that she was truly the love of my life. We had been through a lot, and here we were head over heels in love. Hannah watched with excitement as I bent to tie her legs to the chair. The I reached for her hands and kissed up her arms passionately. Then I tied them together behind her back. She was now at my mercy. I stepped in front of her, and stared at her beauty. Then I knelt in front of her, reached up under her dress and pulled her panties down to her knees. I lifted her dress to expose her gorgeous pussy, freshly shaved and ready for a piercing. I gently rubbed Hannah’s bald soft pussy lips, and she moaned with enjoyment. I just had to taste her, right here right now. I lowered my lips to her pussy, I could see already how excited she was. As my tongue entered her moist pussy, I tasted her sweet juices. I pushed my tongue deeper into her. Hannah raised her hips to meet my tongues. She wriggled wildly in the chair. I know my baby very well and I knew she was close to cumming. I stopped eating her and she begged me for more. I stood up and stepped back, Hannah looked so beautiful like that. 

Just then we noticed that the owner was standing in the doorway. Hannah looked so embarrassed to be caught like that. I pushed two fingers into her wet pussy and asked the owner what we needed to do to get Hannah ready. He told me that he would have to get Hannah’s lips numb before he pierced it. I told him I would take care of that for him. I pulled my fingers from Hannah’s hot wet hole, licked them clean and then brought them down hard against her pussy lips. Hannah jerked and cried out. I spanked her pussy lips again, and again. Hannah cried out very loudly. I reached under my dress and pulled down my panties. I stepped out of them and brought them to her pussy. I soaked my panties with her juices, then I spanked her pussy again. As she cried out, I stuffed my panties into her mouth to quiet the screams. I spanked her pussy lips continuously until they were pink and swollen. Then I called the owner over, and asked if she was ready. He said yes, so I stepped back and let him lean over my baby. I looked into her eyes, and as her pussy lip was pieced she cried out into my panties and tears filled her eyes.

The owner stepped back and asked what I thought. I bent down between my lovers legs. Her breathing was fast she was scared as to what was next. I knew my lover trusted me with her life. I also knew that Hannah loved to be humiliated by me because she knew that I loved her so deeply and would never let her come to any harm. I pushed my tongue deep inside her wet pussy. Hannah was so wet from the piercing and my earlier tongue lashing. I pushed a finger into her ass, and started to gently finger fuck her tight hole. When I looked around I noticed there were several men watching me make love to my beautiful bitch. Some of them were even jerking off as they watched. I tore Hannah’s panties from her and rubbed her juices into them. Then I tossed them to the owner and told him to jerk into those. That was the closest anyone other than me was going to get to my lovers sweet pussy. I then turned all my attention to my baby. She had been such a good slave, and her pussy looked better than ever with that cute ring hanging from it. As I buried my tongue back into her deep into her hot hole, my hand fucked her tight little ass. Hannah moaned loudly as my tongue made love to her clit. I ate my baby better than have ever before. When Hannah was close to orgasm, I pushed a third finger into her ass, and began to fuck her hard, She raised her ass up off the chair, and muffled screams echoed through the room as she filled my mouth with her delicious juices. I sucked up all I could but still there was some left leaking onto the chair.

I untied my lover, and lifted her from the chair into my arms. I pulled my panties from her mouth and kissed her deeply. I love Hannah so much, and now she has my ring on her pussy to remind her always of my love. I tossed my panties into the chair, and we went to leave. As we approached the owner, he was finishing his jerking session into Hannah’s torn panties. He smiled and told us there was no charge. Hannah and I left smiling holding hands and feeling even closer than before. When we got to the car I pulled out my mirror and lifted Hannah’s dress to show my baby her new piercing. Hannah simply loved it, she immediately started playing with it and her pussy. She told me how happy she was to be wearing my ring. My fingers joined hers in her wet pussy, and together we got her off right there in the parking lot. After Hannah came so hard she cried, we kissed and held each other for a moment. Then we both expressed our feelings of true love for one another.

Afterwards we went back to our house. We bathed together, where Hannah showed me her ring again up close, as she sat on my face. Since we have had Hannah’s pussy pierced she has become obsessed with playing with it, and having me kiss it in my own special way! Next time it will be her nipples!!!



A Piercing in California



The man holding on to her tit was not her husband. 

She'd walked long blocks in a town she did not know, sweat dripping down her back and into her bra in the California heat despite the dark and the late hour. She wasn't sure where she was going. She was very aware of the double-takes of men on the corners who saw her. Small white women weren't supposed to be out in this area at night. She knew that, and it scared her, and thrilled her. 

What she was after was bling. This trip to Cali had come at the last minute, another fucking work trip, and she'd lost things in the packing and traveling. Among them, her belly ring. It hadn't been festooned with real diamonds or anything, but she missed the curve of metal that pierced her navel. Gave her a reason to show off the stomach she worked at keeping. 

But she did have one alternate reason to seek out a body mod shop in the dark. 

The place she'd found in a listing on her smartphone eventually appeared. It was cleaner than she'd expected. It was a well-lit nicely decorated little shop covered with art options for people to pick as tattoos. It even had a little bell over the door to signal her arrival. Which was good, as there appeared to be no one there. Still, the AC blasted and felt like a wind from heaven as it chilled the salty drops on her skin. 

As she waited, she pulled at her tank top, at the spot between her breasts, to get some cool air on her torso. She hadn't worn a bra, just the tank, a skirt, and shoes with a heel far too high for this neighborhood. 

"Do you for?" asked a voice. He'd caught her off guard. 

"Oh, hey. Hi." 

"Hi." He gave her a smile. He looked like a skinny biker, in jeans and a t-shirt, sinewy arms covered in a sleeve of color from shoulder to finger tips. There were even markings coming out from under his dark beard, slithering down his neck. "Help you?"

She was for some reason tongue tied, and pointed at her belly button. The man smiled again and went behind the counter. 

"Got a big assortment, various metals. You take a look and we can try them all."

"I don't want to keep you open if you were ready to close," she said. Though she did want to keep him open. 

"I'm in no hurry, little lady," he said. "You take your time." 

She perused the case, pointed at a few, and he dutifully pulled them and she pushed up her tank, then held each ring next to her navel, looking down, chin tucked. "I dunno. I'm not sure anymore. Any you'd recommend? You're the expert." 

"Well, I like the jewelry look, maybe give a little message." He went to another case and pulled some items, brought them over. He laid them out one by one. 

One had pink stones that spelled 'ROCK.'

The second read 'Peace' in little fake gems.

Then, with no hesitance at all, he put out the last one, a hook of stainless steel with a black charm on the end with white letters: 'SLUT.' 

The man looked her dead in the eye as he put it down; she couldn't look up at his. Her cheeks flushed a little. 

Her first though: How can he tell?

Her second: My god, I'm fucking soaking wet. 

"I have..." she said, catching her breath, "I have another question."

"Shoot." 

"Nipple piercing," was all she could say.

He waited, then finally said, "We do them. Sure." 

"I have a, uh, special circumstance," she said. "I should... show you."

He didn't say anything to that, just moved his head toward the back. She followed. 

In the rear was a tattoo chair that reminded her of the dentist, and other stations for less intense work. He led her to a stool. He pulled a slightly lower chair over and sat. When she did likewise, his face was at the same level as her chest. 

"Show me." He said it less as a request to a customer, and more like a command. It made her cunt tingle to be talked to like that.

She lowered the tank top sleeve on her shoulder, pushed it down her right arm until the shirt could drop and expose her entire breast for him. It was obvious—the nipple was partially inverted, a consequence of breastfeeding. Doctor said it was nothing to worry about, but she'd thought frequently about a nipple ring, a little barbell through the nipple that, once erect, maybe could make it look more like before. 

"Interesting," he said. And stared at it. 

"Do you think—"

"Get it erect."

He'd done it again. She glanced at his lips, his hands, wondering what they'd feel like if he touched her. That, as much as the command, drove her own hand to her breast, massaging it. Squeezing it. When the nipple popped out a bit, she grabbed at it, pinching and pulling to get the nipple to distend. The cool air in the shop helped. Her other nipple was definitely erect, poking through the fabric of the tank top. 

"Yeah," he said. "I can work with that." And he lifted his hand, and cupped her entire breast in it. She gasped a little. Especially when he squeezed it. 

"Maybe... you should taste it," she suggested. 

He looked at her now, and she was suddenly unsure, felt like she'd read the signals wrong, that she'd overstepped...

Then his tongue came out and ran across that nipple. And he squeeze the breast tighter, making the white skin around the pink areola match in hue. Her nipple felt like it was on fire suddenly—he was sucking it. Grazing with his teeth. 

"Fuck, yes," she said. 

She thought briefly of her husband at home with the kids—how upset he'd be if she actually got the nipple ring. How totally worth it that would be. But this, this was so much better. And he'd never, ever know. 

The man's other hand kneaded her other covered breast now, then he lowered the tank strap on the other side, letting both the girls swing free. 

She could smell her own musky sent now, the wetness between her legs driving her crazy. 

He could obviously smell it too. He pulled back, looked her right in the eye, and spread her legs. The skirt rode up on her, and she gripped the side of the stool as he pulled her forward slightly. She was wide open for him, and his mouth hungrily plunged in. His tongue ran along the fabric of her thong, up and down the slim covering of her pussy lips. He took a hand away from her leg, now extended in the air, long enough to pull the thong to the side. Then his tongue—rough, like a kitten's! or so she imagined—was on her clit. In her. He was not gentle as he lapped at her. His goal seemed to be to drink as much of her up as possible, pausing to punish her womanhood as he went.

"More," she begged. "Please." 

He stood. Her legs lowered as his hands and hers went to his jeans, pulling the belt and the button and the zipper to get them off fast. To copulate as quickly as they could. He pulled out a nicely sized cock, not very long but with a girth she knew would fill her. Her stool put her at the right height—he rubbed the smooth head of that shaft against her mound, once, twice, thrice and found the wet opening. 

He was in her and pounding her into the stool. He wrapped his arms around her, one at her waist to hold her, another with his hand up to wrap in her hair. He pulled it roughly, pulling back her head, so he could run his mouth up and down her throat and neck. He never stopped fucking her hard, giving her everything he had. She feared he might come, like some eager teenage boy, but he seemed built for stamina, just pistoning repeatedly into her and making her head feel light and dizzy and full of cotton. 

When he did pull out, it shocked her a little, it was so abrupt. He stayed in charge. He guided her off the stool by her hair, his thick fingers still wrapped in her blond locks. He pushed her, until she was on her knees, and she was thankful there was a small rug in front of the stool. It was all she had time to appreciate. 

His thick dick was at her mouth, still wet from her, redolent with the smell of pussy, and she gloried in that, wishing they had another woman there for him to fuck, so she could suck strange cunt juice off his shaft as well as her own.

She lost herself in the fantasy for a bit as she went down on him. After a minute, she was no longer blowing him as much as he was fucking her mouth, using her tongue and lips as a fuck hole for his pleasure. She opened her mouth wide to get gasps of air along with whatever her nose could pull, but sometimes he pushed her face onto his cock so deep her nose pecked as his pubes. She felt the drops of her own drool on her chin and tits.

When he pulled his cock out completely, she gasped, for real this time, gulping air and marveling at how she wanted more. 

He picked her up and spun her around, leaning her over the stool this time, arms pinned at her sides by his hands. She wondered for a moment if he'd take her ass, if she could handle it without lube and preparation... 

He settled for slamming into her pussy again, and the angle made her cry out with each impact of their bodies. He never let go of her arms, even curled them behind her back so he could hold both her wrists in his big hand. 

"Yes, you fucking use me," she said."

"What's that, slut?" he asked, loudly, angrily even.

"Use it. Use that pussy, god, use it. Fuck it, fill it up. Please, fucking fill it up!"

He slammed her again and again. "You like that. You fucking rich sluts, love coming in here and getting your tits played with and your pussy's fucked. Don't cha?"

"Yes, baby," she said, and wondered at how many other women just like her he'd had. "Tell me I'm a slut." 

"You're more than just a slut," he said, slamming her. He reached forward with his free hand, got another handful of hair to use to yank her backwards onto him. Then he let go of her hair and slapped her ass. "You're a fucking dirty whore. A goddamn cum dumpster."

"Oh fuck yes," she said. "I need it. I need your cum. Flood me with cum, I'll do anything." 

"You fucking cum gobbling—" he couldn't finish. He leaned forward, pulled hard on her tit—the first one she'd made so erect for him—and slapped it hard and the sting made her see stars. 

She felt a hot injection as he gave a strangled cry. 

"Oh my fucking god, yes," she whimpered and tried to buck her ass on to him, squeezing him, feeling the endorphin rush of man cum flooding her insides. 

He backed away, and fell against his own seat. Freed, she turned and saw his penis there, like a purple tree branch it was so swollen. She couldn't help but put her mouth on it again. She had to taste it. He gasped now, sensitive. She put a hand against her pussy and felt his deposit of white gold gush out onto her palm—then she brought it up and used it to massage his cock, as a jerk-off lube, that she also hungrily licked and swallowed as she went. She wanted another fresh load, and he managed to somehow, despite what he obviously thought he was capable of. It was little more than a dribble of ejaculate, but the fresh spunk landed on her tongue and lips and she did gobble it down, licking her lips as she did. 

He pushed her back then, unable to take any more touching. 

She knew how it was once men cum—they need rest, no longer have the energy. She wasn't hurt. 

He was breathing heavy as she pulled her tank back up and smoothed her skirt. 

"Maybe we'll do that piercing tomorrow," she said, knowing full well she flew out in the morning, back to home, the husband, the kids, and real life. But for tonight, she had to go find another hard cock. She was just getting started. 

She left the proprietor of the shop there, cock still out but clean as a whistle. On her way to the door with the bell, she scooped up one of the rings on the counter, and inserted it as she the bell tinkled. 

The jewelry said 'ROCK.' She knew the 'slut' title was obvious from how freshly fucked she looked to every man giving her a double take on the darkened streets of that California town.



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A Stormy Night in England



You are in England living in a castle and the time is 1066 A.D. It is a cold and stormy night. You guard informs you of urgent pounding on your castle gate. You come out to investigate this unwanted intrusion to find me (a runaway servant from a neighboring land) begging for refuge. You lower the gate to see what is my plight is.

I tell you of a mean lord who beats and starves me every time I do not do his bidding. You beckon me to come in out of the rain to see what I look like. I am wearing nothing more than a scantly tattered wrap. It shows the sides of my legs up to my hips and parts of my breasts are glistening from the rain. 

You remove my hood and I look deep into your entrancing dark emerald green eyes. I gasp at the moment that those eyes swallowed me up. You too seemed to enjoy the sight of me. You show me to the warm fireplace to discuss my fate. I stand by the fire and you inform me that you would protect me from my master if I become your personal slave and beckon to every whim you may have. 

My eyes get bigger looking at you not sure of my options. You see the worry on my face and tell me to come by you so I can sample some of my duties. I walk over very slowly dreading the worst. Your first command is to remove my tattered wrap so you can see all of me glowing by the firelight. I remove the wrap very slowly and am now completely bare. You seem to be getting a little aroused by my actions. When I am standing there you come up to me and walk around me several times before you tell me to get down on all fours on the bear rug. 

I do so while you are still pacing around me. You ask me if I have ever seen bears mate? I reply with an astonished NO. I hear you move up behind me with one of your hands rubbing the inner side of my legs. At first I am a little scared, but am getting aroused at the same time. When you don't get a cry for you to stop, you then keep letting your fingers explore the rest of my legs and backside.

I am now finding myself getting wet. You seem pleased with my responses and start to nip at my ass. I try to hide my whimper of enjoyment. I turn around to return the touching and caressing, but you tell me slaves are not to respond until spoken to. I turn back around a little worried. You are now slowly removing your jacket and britches. 

You come back to me and again you start exploring on my back half with your fingers touching every part. When you get to her and touch her you realize she is wet. You inform me that you must taste her. So from behind I feel a warm tongue slowly probing her depths. I try to move back further to engulf more but you slap my ass saying I am not to move. You return to your sampling and now thrust your tongue deep inside. I let out a small cry of pleasure. You sense my body starts to tighten and stop. 

I am now panting with anticipation. You then start to move your hands up my back massaging every muscle until you get to my shoulders. 

From behind you start to nibble and bite my shoulder blades and neck. You are sending shivers down my spine. You chuckle at this response. You come around and sit in front of me and tell me to orally make love to him, as I have never done before. At the first sight of him I gasp for pleasure at the size. 

I start to grab for him and you slap my hand away saying no hands allowed. I then slowly drop my head with my tongue slightly sticking out to first taste him and to lick him up and down until I swallow him. You inhale deeply as you feel my breadth on him. I start to flick my tongue on the tip of him and working my way down the base. When I get to the base I decide to suck on your balls, one at a time. You throw your head back mumbling something incoherent. 

I start back up the base of him until I get to the tip and finally thrust him deep into my throat. I now start sucking him up and down in a rhythmic pattern until you pull away from me. I look at you hurt thinking I have not pleased you as you requested, but the look in your eyes subside any fears I might have had. You now crawl back behind me and grab the back of my hair until my head is arched back. At that instant you slam him deep inside me. The pleasure is so overwhelming I let out a deep moan from the back of my throat. You start to make deep moans as you keep thrusting him deeper and deeper inside of me. Within in a few moments you start to bite my shoulders and neck while still pulling my hair back. 

I start to cry out harder, harder, and you do with such force that I start to cum. When she starts to tighten around him you let out a one last moan and you release your juices of life into me. When both our bodies subside from the shaking we collapse on the rug. This time you look tenderly into my eyes and ask me if I could handle my job of pleasing him and you and I reply with a thousand times yes.



A Stormy Night In The Bronx



Edited by Plumpmuffin2001

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My weekend started out real shitty. My boss called on Friday night and asked me to come in Saturday for a few hours. He said the computer system crashed, and it had to be up and running by morning for the weekend crew. He told me to come in Saturday, get the system up and running for the weekend crew. Well that just sucked. The last thing I wanted to do was go to work this weekend.

Driving to work at 5:30 am on a Saturday morning heading for the chemical plant was not what I had in mind for my weekend fun. I was all pissed off. While speeding on my way to New Jersey from the Bronx, I started to wonder why was I so angry. I said to myself “ Blake, calm down. Last year around this time you was sitting home collecting unemployment. Now you have the job of your dreams. You’re getting paid 120k a year. How many other 24-year-old black men can say that”. After that thought, instead of being angry with my boss, I felt proud. The company and 200 chemical engineers relied on me to keep all computer systems on line. 

When I arrived at work there was a system wide crash. It took me 4 hours to get the system up and running. My boss called me at noon, to see if everything was back to normal. I told him that all systems were up and running smoothly. He was very grateful. He thanked me and told me I could have monday off and to enjoy myself. My boss was real cool. Computer down time cost my company millions of dollars. I’ll put it like this the 4 hours the system was down cost my company about 100k in lost productivity.

I was living the good life. Most black females didn’t understand me. I tried to date black women, but most of them came with to many complications. I dealt with complications at work. I did want to deal with more complications in my personnel life. I was actually lucky when I met my current girlfriend Mirijanna. She was real beautiful. She was a European babe, born in Yugoslavia. She was 25 years old and about 5’5” tall. 

She had straight long black hair. She was also very voluptuous. Her tits were nice and plump and soft. Not to big, not to small, but just perfect for her frame. Her greatest feature was her fat juicy ass and wide hips. To see Mima (that my girl’s nickname) in a pair of tight jeans was, something to just die for. She was the type of women that didn’t need to wear any make up at all. Mima, was just a pure beauty. She also had inner beauty. An inner beauty that made me fall in love with her after our first date. Mima was the kind of girl that would always go out of her way to make her man happy.

Mima was a secretary in a small law firm in the Bronx that was not to far from my apartment. Mima lived in Yorktown with her parents. We spent most weekends, since we first meet four months ago at my small apartment in the Bronx. It was a great set-up. We spent most of the weekend fucking our brains out. Life just couldn’t get any better for me. I was a very lucky man. I had a good job and a good woman.

On my ride home from NJ, I got a call on my cell phone, it was Mima. She told me that she couldn’t make it over tonight. She had forgot it was her parent’s anniversary. I told her “Don’t worry about it baby, have fun with your parents.” O well that’s life, and shit happens. I had been looking forward to pounding her sweet pussy all day. Last weekend she was on her period. Although she gave me a great blowjob, it was her sweet pussy I yearned for. 

Saturday night really sucked. I was bored and horny. I found some of my old porno tapes, broke out the lube and then jerked myself off. Sunday wasn’t much better. I didn’t do much. I did a little research on the web, checked out a few porno sites and drank a lot of coffee. Mima called me around 9pm Sunday evening. It felt so good to hear her voice. We chit-chatted for a while about her night out with her family. I told her how much I missed her .She told me she was so horny. She said, “Blake, my pussy has been wet all day. I cant wait to see you baby.” Mima had a very sexy voice. My black cock would get hard just by hearing her speak. I told her “ I can’t wait to see you too baby.” I told her that my boss gave me Monday off. I told her to come over Monday night after she got off work. She said that she had to work a little late Monday, but she would come over as soon as she was done.

I slept in late Monday morning and I got up around 10am. When I put the TV on, all the news stations were talking about this huge snowstorm that was on the way. I looked out the window, but I didn’t see a damn thing. I said to myself “Those fucking weathermen are so full of shit. They’re always trying to scare the shit out of people.” I hung out for a while watching some bullshit movie on HBO. I called my office to see how things were going. 

My assistant John told me everything was ok. He then said, “Good thing you took off today, its snowing big time here in Jersey.” I guess the weatherman finally got it right. I was feeling good relaxing at home. I had one thing on my mind and that was Mima’s pussy. I couldn’t wait for her to come over. Hopefully we could get a huge snowstorm and be snowed in together. That would be just perfect. Trapped in my apartment with the sweetest, tightest, pussy on earth. 

I decided to take me a little nap. I woke up around 4:30 that afternoon. I looked out side my window to see what was going on weather wise. I was shocked at what I saw. It was a total white out. The snow was falling from the sky so fucking fast. Big fat flakes covered the streets of the Bronx. I could see about 10 inches of snow on top of the cars on the street. “HOLY SHIT!” I said to myself. Man I’m sure glad I didn’t go to work today. 

I turned the TV to one of the local news stations. Snowstorm coverage was in full swing. Westchester County were my girl lived they had already had 13 inches of snow. They were expecting another 10 inches before it would be over. I had to call my girl to see if she would be ok. I called her office, but I got no answer. I knew that Mima hated driving in bad weather. I kept on calling her office, but I couldn’t get anybody on the phone. All the news networks were calling this, “The storm of the decade.” That was all I could take. I was really worried about my baby. All kinds of bad thoughts started to drifted in and out of my head. Was she stuck somewhere in the snow? Was she hurt? Was she in trouble? Fuck this waiting around bullshit, I’m going to go find my baby.

I got dressed in a hurry. I put on my boots and my heaviest jacket. I grabbed my snow shovel that I bought and used only once 4 years ago after the last big snow storm that just crippled New York City. My girl’s safety was the only thing on my mind. I new wherever she was, she was afraid and if she could call me she would have already. Just as I was about to walk out the door the phone rang. I rushed to the phone. “Hello Blake"

"Mima!” I felt so relieved to finally hear her voice. “ Are you ok baby, I’ve been worried sick. Nobody was answering the phone at your office”. Then she said, “ I’m ok sweetie, can you believe this storm.” I said, “ Yeah it looks insane out there. I was just on my way out the door to come find you. Where are you?” I said. She then told me that all the phones in her office building were dead. “ I’m outside on the corner by the pay phone.” Then she said “You were that worried about me baby.” I said, “ Of course I was, I love you.” I guess that must have gotten to her. “ Blake that’s why I love you so much, you are the best thing that ever happen to me”. Those precious words coming from her mouth just warmed me up all inside. 

I told Mima to hang tight, I was coming to pick her up. I asked if she was cold. She told me that she was freezing. I told her there was a bar right around the corner from her office. “ Go to the bar baby, big daddy will pick you up there as soon as possible”. At 6’ 2” and 240lbs, I was no small man. Plus my girl always called me big daddy in private. Then my girl said “ Blake I need to ask you a big favor, honey.”... “What’s up baby what do you need?"

"You know my friend at the office Lori... Lori Goldstein. I said, “ Yeah the lawyer you go out with once in awhile.” I said, “Yeah that’s her. She is stuck here with me. She lives up in Chappaqua. Her husband is out of town. Like me, she is terrified of the snow. The roads up north have all been closed. She doesn’t have any friends around here.” I then said, “Say no more baby of course she can stay with us.” There was an excited tone in her voice. 

“Thanks you so much Blake, you don’t know how much this means to me! You are the best sweetheart.” I then said, “ Mima, does Lori know that you dating a Blackman?” She started laughing hysterically. “ Nope!... Not yet. But she will find out in about five minutes when I tell her”... “Don’t worry big daddy, she’s cool.” We both started laughing. I said, “Ok baby, you guys go to the bar and wait for me. Your chocolate Super Hero is on his way.” Mima was still laughing on the phone. She then said “ Ok chocolate lover, there’s two white women here that need you to come rescue them from the evil snow monster.” That was another thing about Mima that I loved she had a great sense on humor.

Out the door I went. When I got to my car it was buried in snow. The snow was still coming down hard. The roads looked terrible. Thank God I bought a jeep Grand Cherokee last summer. It took me about a half hour just to dig out my car. My girlfriend’s job was only about 15 city blocks from my apartment building. It was one of the worst driving conditions I ever had to deal with. Even with 4-wheel drive, I was all over the road. It took me an hour and 15 minutes to go15 blocks. There wasn’t a snowplow in sight. 

When I was about a block away from the bar. I suddenly got really nervous. I guess I was a little nervous about meeting Lori. You see not everybody can handle the interracial relationship thing. Some people say, “ O it doesn’t matter if you’re dating someone that is black or white as long as you both love each other”. That sounds good in theory. It’s also the politically correct thing to say, but in reality, people don’t mean what they say. The only thing I knew about Lori Goldstein, was that she was in her late 40’s. My girl had a lot of respect for her and considered her a friend. Mima told me that Lori always treated her with respect. The other female lawyers at the firm would talk down to her. But Lori, always spoke to Mima with respect. I also knew that Lori was in a bad marriage. Lori’s Husband was a Wall Street executive. He was a high roller in the stock market and was always out of town on business. I guess she was probably sitting at the bar wishing her husband was coming to rescue her. Pulling up to the front of the bar I said to myself “ I’ll show Lori a good time, and give her a nice warm place to spend the evening.”

When I went it to the bar I spotted my girl sitting at the bar right away. Her back was turned away from me. Then I noticed the women to her right staring at me like a deer staring into a bright light. Lori was a beautiful woman. I was totally not expecting this. Lori was wearing a nice conservative gray suit jacket with a very sexy knee skirt. She looked a lot younger than her actual age. She had black hair with gray length streaks. Looking in to my eyes she stood up and smiled. Then she tapped Mima on the shoulder and gestured for her to look behind her. When Mima turned around. I and I saw the huge smile on her face. I felt relieved. My baby was safe. In one quick motion ran to me, jumped into my arms, wrapped her hands around my neck and her legs around my hips and gave me a big wet passionate kiss. “Blake, thank God you made it I was getting so worried about you baby. Are you ok?” I was shocked at my girl’s reaction. She never greeted me like that before. “ Damn baby, if all it takes is a snow storm to get a greeting like that maybe we should move to Alaska.” Mima was giggling, and people in the bar were also laughing. I guess they heard what I said. Mima had a few drinks in her system, because I could smell and taste the liquor on breath. 

“Blake come on, I want you to meet Lori”. Mima introduced us. “Blake this is my friend Lori Goldstein”... “Hi Lori its nice to finally meet you” I said. Lori smiled and replied “ Hi Blake it’s nice to meet you to... So you’re the man that keeps Mima smiling all day at the office. God Mima, you weren’t lying when you said he was gorgeous.” If I weren’t black, my face would have turned red. I could feel Lori’s eyes looking me up and down, like she was studying for an anatomy test. “Aaahhh , I think you guys drank to much, lets see if you think that way after you sober up” I said. They both started giggling like little schoolgirls. I knew how silly Mima gets when she has a few drinks. But this time silliness was heightened. Her embrace was like the way a guy embrace’s a women when he wants to show her off. “Lets get going ladies” I said.

The ride home in the storm was just as bad. I don’t think I have ever seen so much snow in my life. I tried to make the best of it. The girls, I mean ladies, were in their on world. They were talking about work, and funny anecdotes about the other employees in the firm. Lori was very talkative. She seemed to be very relaxed and comfortable which made me feel at ease. “Tell me about yourself Blake” Lori said. I told her about myself, and my job. I told her I was saving up to buy a house. Lori was very impressed with me. I could tell by the way she asked me questions. After Lori was done asking me questions, I glanced at Mima, and I said jokingly “So how did I hold up under this cross-examination? The both of them started laughing. Lori reached up from the back seat and put her hand on my shoulder. She then said, “ You held up very well, under cross, Big Daddy.” Big Daddy, did I just hear what I thought I heard... “ Big daddy” I said aloud. I looked at Mima she had the cutest little guilty smile on her face. I guess she was shocked that Lori called me Big Daddy. I laughed it off. I said, “ so just how much did you tell your girlfriend, Super Hoochie (the pet name I gave my girl)?"

"Blaaake!!” my girl said. Lori, in the meantime was in the backset laughing her ass off. “ What in the hell is a super hoochie?” Lori said. I said “a real hot momma”. Once again I heard the sounds of giggling little schoolgirls in the backseat. Lori, I guess she new she let out a little secret. Lori then said, “ Hey Super Hoochie are we close to Big Daddies apartment”. We all broke out laughing. To hear this woman say the words Big daddy and Super Hoochie in one sentence was very funny.

We finally arrived at my place. It was luck that I found a good parking spot in front of my building. At this point there must have been about 15 inches of snow on the ground. Walking up the stairs to my front door, I heard a short scream. I turned around to see Mima and Lori lying on their backs in a pile of wet snow. They looked so funny. They were both laughing. I joined in their laughter at the sight of these women. Actually they looked real cute together. I started to wonder, how much did they have to drink? I came down the steps and helped the two ladies to there feet... “ Just look at you guys, you’re soaking wet,” I said while still laughing at them. 

When we made it into my apartment I was relieved. Home sweet home. I said to Lori and my girl “ you guys should get out of those wet close.” Lori said “ Geese.. I’m soaked and I don’t have any change of close”. Mima then said, “ Don’t worry about that you can wear one of Blake’s T-shirts.”... I said, “ I have tons of big T-shirts. As a matter of fact, you can wear my Big daddy T-shirt. Mima started laughing again, she new exactly what I was talking about. Lori had no clue what we were talking about ... “ Lori go to the bathroom, I’ll meet you there in a second” Mima said. I went over to my dresser and pulled out a long blue T-shirt. I shop at a big and tall men’s store. They have a line of close called Big Daddy Gear. On the front of the shirt in huge letters it read, BIG DADDY, across the chest. Mima fell out laughing... “She’s going to love this Blake, ”Mima said. I then reached in to my draw and handed my girl a purple pair of silk French cut panties. I had bought them for her last week as a gift. I’ve bought Lori about ten pairs of sexy panties since we been together. I love to see women in sexy panties. Lets just say I have a panty fetish. Mima said, “What’s this?” ... Give this to Lori they’re brand new. I bought them for you last week. The tag is still on it. Lori might want to put on some fresh underwear”. Mima then reached up and wrapped her hands around my neck and gave me a big hug and a kiss... “ Blake, you’re the sweetest man I have ever known. Thank you so much honey”... “ Go head baby your friend is waiting for you in the bath room,” I said. She turned around and headed for the bathroom.

I went in to my kitchen to make us some dinner. I’m a lousy cook. I decided to keep it simple. A small salad for three, and some pasta. I knew even I couldn’t fuck that up. While I was getting the salad ready I could hear the shower running. I couldn’t get Lori out of my mind. She was really a sexy older woman. Then all the fantasies I had as a young man about having sex with an older white women came back to me. Lori reminded me of one of my old school teachers. I could feel my cock starting to swell up. Then I started to imagine how Lori looked naked. Mmmmm I’ll bet she has a tight pussy. The thoughts of Lori coming out of my bathroom wearing panties I bought was also quite arousing. Lost in one of my younger sexual fantasies, I didn’t hear Mima come out of the bathroom. I jumped when she wrapped her hands around my waist from behind.

“Lori said thanks for the T-shirt and the sexy panties”... “Well I’m glad she likes them,” I said. Mima seemed to be in the weirdest mood. She looked so happy. She ran around the apartment like a young schoolgirl, getting ready to have her best friends over for a sleep over. “ Here Blake, put this on... your pants are all wet” she said. I grabbed the pair of sweat pants she handed me... “ Go ahead and put them on, ” she said. I didn’t want to pull my pants down right there in the kitchen for a good reason... “But what if Lori comes out of the bathroom” I said. Mima started giggling, “ Don’t be silly she’s not going to see you.” Within two seconds Mima was fiddling with my belt. She pulled my pants down to my ankles. What she didn’t realize was she had also pushed my boxer’s down at the same time. My eight-inch, thick black cock sprung free. Mima looked up and WHOOP... it hit her hard in the cheek. I damn near slapped her with the beast. “ OH my god Blake, you so fucking hard. The cool air hitting my cock felt good. I said, “ Yeah baby, it’s been hard all day thinking about you.”. ...Which was a big lie. I was thinking about my big cock buried deep in Lori’s pussy. 

Mima stood up and wrapped her little hand around my cock. “You poor baby,” She said. She started to slowly stroke my cock. With her magical hands. She knew exactly how to stroke my cock. It felt so good. Her hand was nice and warm... “ Mmmm Blake, If Lori wasn’t coming out soon I’d suck you off right know.” I can’t tell you how bad I wanted her to suck me off... “ OH baby you don’t know how bad I need it,” I said. Mima continued to do her magic on my cock with her hands. I closed my eyes and leaned against the counter. Then she whispered in her sexiest tone. “ Is your cock this hard for me baby...or are you thinking about Lori”? I thought to myself what the fuck did she say? “ Naaawww... baby, this black dick is all for you”... “Blake do you think Lori is pretty?” her voice was so soft. I have never heard her speak so softly... “ Yeah I think she’s pretty cute honey,” I said trying to match the same soft tone in her voice. I looked in my babies pretty eyes, while she continued to stroke my hard cock in the kitchen. She had a look on her face. It was the look that a woman gives you when they want to ask or tell you something. “ I feel so bad for Lori. Her husband hasn’t fucked her in two years”. I couldn’t believe my ears. What a shame, I thought to myself. How could any man live with a fine ass woman like Lori and not want to fuck her. 




A Stormy Night In The Bronx



I didn’t know what to say to this shocking revelation. What do you say in a situation like this? Thoughts of Lori’s unused pussy came to mind. How could a man ignore his wife for two years? How could a man lie in bed with Lori and not want to shove his cock deep into her body. All kinds of questions were dancing around in my brain. The biggest question was, why is Mima telling me this? I had to say something nice, but what do I say? Just then I heard the shower shut off. “ Hey girl, she’s coming out of the bathroom, you better stop,” I said. Mima had a devilish little grin on her face “ What’s the matter Big Daddy?... Afraid Lori might see your big black cock. “ Come on now baby, you know Lori has never in her life scene a black cock. Especially one this long and thick” I said with an evil grin. Mima started to laugh. “ I’ll bet you would like to show her wouldn’t you?” she said. Knowing that Lori would be out of the bathroom soon. Mima quickly pulled my pants off. Then she quickly pulled my sweat pants up. Just before she had my sweats up past my cock. She wrapped her lips around the head and took my cock deep into her warm wet mouth. “Aaaggggghh” was all I could say. Her mouth was soft like warm pudding. Her tongue was wet and soft like butter. She gave me three good stokes with her mouth, and stopped. “ You little tease”, I said just as Lori came out the bathroom.

“TAA- DAHH” Lori said as she came into the kitchen. She looked incredible. I was at a loss for words. She looked real cute in my Big daddy t-shirt. I was now able to get a much better view of her body. The t-shirt rested about 4 inches above her knees. Almost like a short mini skirt. My eyes drank in her thick fleshy pail white thighs. I could feel my cock pressing hard against the sink. Thank God I was facing that way when she entered the kitchen. “ You go girl”, Mima said. (I guess she caught a few episodes of Ricky Lake)“Well Blake what do you think?” She said with the cutest little smile on her face. I turned my head toward her, not wanting to reveal my raging black cock. I was pressing hard against the sink, trying desperately to squish it down. “ Ummm... you look good in big daddy’s shirt.” I said. Then she spun around slowly, which allowed Mima and I to get a better look. The first thing I noticed (the first thing I always notice about a women) was how thick her ass was. It was nice and round and her hips brought out her true femininity. “ How do the panties fit Lori” Mima said... “ Oh they feel good, very sexy. You have good taste Blake” Lori said. “Lets see um” Mima said. I thought my heart stopped beating. Lori froze dead in her tracks. I think what my girl said totally caught Lori of guard. 

For three seconds the room was totally silent. Thank God for my quick wit. “Mima she probably has winter bush, that’s why she doesn’t want to show you” Mima burst out laughing. My girl, new exactly what I was talking about. Lori had this perplexed look on her face. The look on her face made me laugh even more. “ Hey... What’s so funny? And what in the hell is winter bush?” Lori was a true comedian. When Mima finally caught her breath she began to explain. While still laughing she said “ Winter bush is when a women doesn’t shave her pussy hairs in the winter. You know Lori, your bikini line”. We all broke out laughing. Lori was beside herself. “ You guys are insane,” she said. Then Mima said “ House rules, all new panties must be modeled.” Lori started to blush big time. I decided to see how just how far Mima wanted to take this little game. So I threw in the race card. “ Forget it honey, she’s probably afraid to let a black man see her goodies. Lori blurted out, “ No Blake it’s not cause your black. ...It’s ... It’s...cause I think I am suffering from ...winter bush”. Mima couldn’t stop giggling. I was staring intently at Lori, and she new it. I’m sure she felt my eyes sucking in her body. “ Well house rules are house rules,” Lori said. Then she gave us that girlish little smile she possessed. She grabbed the t-shirt with her thumb and forefinger. She whipped the t-shirt up to her round little tummy. “ See ... winter bush”. My eyes were locked onto the meaty, hairy, purple triangle that rested above her thighs. She had a fat pussy .The panties just slightly dipped in between the folds of her pussy lips. It was everything that I imagined it would be. Her pussy looked swollen. I could see her pubic hairs trying to fight each other to get free. “Mmmmm” I thought to myself. I wanted to see her cunt. I love pussy hair and Mima knew that. After Mima and I became intimate with each other, I asked her not to shave her Pussy anymore. Some guys like bald cunts or they like the shaved trimmed down bushes. Me, I’m from the old school. I love pussy hair. I believe it gives a pussy character, and personality. “THERE!!!... Are you guys happy now?” Lori said. Simultaneously Mima and I started clapping and whistling. Lori took a little bow and said, “ Thank you, thank you, thank you.” We were having a good time. “ Lori looked at me and said. “Blake I think a need a drink”. I said “ Yeah I think you earned it”.

Mima said, “ Ok it is my turn to take a shower. Blake you take good care of Lori.” Finally I would have a chance to talk to Lori alone. “ Ok baby, hurry up, dinner is almost ready.” I told Lori to have a seat and relax. I asked Lori “what would you like to drink?” Lori looked up at me, all dreamy eyed and said “What ever you want me drink”. The way she said that caught me a little off guard. It was so soft and sexy. A new feeling filled my veins. I felt in control. I believed that Lori would do anything I asked her to do. But there was one problem... Mima. I looked up at Lori and said, “I’m going to make you my big daddy special. Do you like fruity drinks?"

"Sure why not” she said. I grabbed my blender from the cabinet and started making a pitcher of my big daddy special. The big daddy special had three ingredients. Ice, absolute vodka, and kiwi strawberry Snapple. (You should try it). 

I handed Lori a glass of my special drink. Mima walked out of the bathroom just as Lori took her first sip. Mima came out the bathroom looking like she always did, hot, sexy, and wet. I guess she decided to wear one on my t-shirts. There is something special about the way a white women looks when she comes out the shower. It’s a clean fresh look. No make up or lip stick or any of that other junk. And I love wet hair. I like the way a white women’s hair smells when it is wet.“ Did you guys behave while I was gone” Lori said. Jokingly I said “ HELL NO”. ... “Blake... I know you didn’t” (I had a devilish little grin on my face now) Lori what are you drinking?”... “ I’m have the big daddy special” Lori said. Mima started giggling. “You better be careful Lori. I had that same drink on our third date. An hour later I ripped my close off and had sex with Blake for the first time” Lori was laughing her ass off. She had such a pretty laugh. “ That’s all it took Mima was one drink. Shit it takes me at least three drinks before I take off my panties”. Mmmmm I thought to myself. Then I said, “ Ok one down two to go.” The women started laughing again. If they only knew I meant it. Shit! Three good drinks and I might see that bush. Maybe I could pull this off. 

We finally sat down for dinner. The girls chitchatted about this and that. I made Mima one of my special drinks. I also poured myself a glass. I sipped on mine real slow. The girls guzzled theirs. “ Would the two lovely ladies like another drink,” I said. Lori handed me her glass first. “I’ll take another big daddy... big daddy”. I could tell the drinks were starting to take affect. I fixed up two more drinks for the girls. When I handed Lori her drink I said teasingly, “That’s number two Lori, one more to go then I get your panties."

" Mima your boyfriend is such a tease. I’m an old woman, there’s nothing but cobwebs under these panties”. Lori was so cool I thought to myself. Mima said “ Don’t say that Lori you’re a beautiful women” I of course had to chime in. “ Lori you’re a beautiful women and a lot of fun” I said very seriously. I meant every word. She then said, “ I wish my husband felt the same way.” The room suddenly got real quiet. “You two remind me of my husband and I when we first hooked up. Except he’s white”. We all started laughing again. I felt for Lori, I knew that her husband didn’t pay her any attention. Even though we laughed it off, I knew she was a very lonely woman.

After dinner the ladies went over to the couch and sat down. I cleaned up the kitchen and the dishes. I walked over to the stereo and put on some real slow sexy R&B music.“ Is everybody ok,” I said... “ Oh yes Blake thank you for a wonderful dinner. You’re a very good host”. I kept on messing with Lori’s head. “ My people have been servicing white people for four hundred years” I said. Both of them started laughing again. I started to feel like a comedian. Lori was laughing so hard. The shirt she was wearing started ridding up her thighs. I got a bonus glimpse at her purple covered pussy mound. The panties split her fat cunt like a knife. I was mesmerized. If only I could get some of that. I looked over at Mima. She had been watching me the whole time. Oh shit I’m busted I thought. She caught me red handed staring at her girlfriends pussy. Mima’s next reaction blew my mind. She just smiled and gave me a little wink. I was so confused what the fuck was Mima up to? Was she just fucking with my mind? 

“ Jesus Christ... Mima, where did you find this guy,” Lori said. I walked over to go sit down on my recliner. Just before I sat down. Mima said “ No Blake come sit here with us”. She scooted over to her right and patted her hand on the cushion between her and Lori and her. “ Yeah come on Blake, there’s plenty of room” Lori said. It was like they were reading my mind. “ Ok ladies, I’ll sit down, but you guys better behave”. Or what? Mima said. “ I’ll have to spank both of you bad ass little girls... “Mmmm that sounds like fun Mima said. The game started to get a little exciting. I didn’t care anymore. My cock and I wanted to play. I sat between Mima and Lori on the couch. I could actual feel my blood pressure rising. I kept on telling myself to keep cool. Just relax and play along. 

I need to take control of this situation. I didn’t know how far Mima was willing to go. All I knew was I needed Lori. Mima cuddled up to my right side. I looked at her and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead. I looked over to my left and saw Lori smiling at us. Lori was slightly facing me. I took a quick peek at her thighs again. I could feel my cock slowly starting to get hard. I love Mima, but lust had taken control of my mind. I was so fucking horny. I started to wonder, what the fuck am I doing? This is insane, I thought to myself. Then Mima said “ Blake can you make some more drinks, honey”. I got up from the couch and grabbed her glass. “ I think I’m ready for another one of these too,” said Lori. This was my opportunity. THE THIRD DRINK. Blake, I said to myself, here is your shot take it or leave it. I said “ Ok Lori... this will be number three. Off with your panties.” Lori was stunned. The expression on her face was priceless. Meanwhile Mima was laughing hysterically. For the first time tonight, Lori was speechless. I was loving it. At this point I knew Mima was toasted. Lori said, “ Hey that’s not fare, what about Mima she’s on her third one to” ... I said, “ You’re right Lori”. The whole entire game now sat in Mima’s hands. I wanted it be in here hands at this moment. Her next move would decide where the game went next. I turned toward Mima and said “ Off with your panties young lady!” in a stern voice. Mima didn’t hesitate. She stood up, placed her on her sexy hips. Then she lifted her shirt up to her tummy, exposing her fire engine red pair of panties I bought her a couple of weeks ago. Lori was silent. She was staring at Mima just as hard as I was. Mima put her hands in the waistband of her panties and dropped them to the floor. When she stood up her pussy was fully exposed. It was the pussy I had seen plenty of times in the past, but tonight it looked even more beautiful. I bent down picked up her panties and put it on my baldhead like a hat. The only thing Lori could say was “ Oh my God”. I then picked up both of their glasses. I then made a power move. I turned toward Lori, and bent down and gazed in to her eyes. I wanted to establish control. I wanted her to listen to me. I wanted her to want me. Mima was watching my every move. The sexual tension was high. I said in my sexiest voice “ When I come back I want to see your panties on the coffee table”. Lori didn’t move, nor did she say a word. I don’t think she even blinked. She was now under my spell. I could feel it. I turned my head to look at Mima. She was also caught up in the moment. I looked at her and gave her a smile and a wink. Then I headed for the kitchen.

“What the fuck am I doing?” I said to myself. I walked quickly to the kitchen. Have I lost my mother fucking mind? Here I was walking to the kitchen with two glasses in my hands and a pair of panties on my head. I started to feel like I went to far. Did I take some casual, playful flirting to the extreme? Did I leak out my perverted fantasies in front of my girlfriend and her co-worker? I loved Mima, so much. Jesus Christ, Lori must be sitting there scared to death. I was too terrified to look back.

While making the drinks in the kitchen I heard some whispering and soft mumbling. “ Good” I thought to myself. Maybe Mima was explaining to Lori, how I was only kidding. I prayed that maybe Mima would tell Lori how goofy I was. Hopefully Mima would tell Lori I did crazy, weird things like that all the time. Although I was still fearful at this point. A part of me was still very excited. I finished making the drinks. This time I made them a little stronger. I thought to myself, if things go sour, I could always blame it on the alcohol. 

I stood there at the counter trying to regain my composure. I didn’t know what was going to happen next. “ It’s now or never”. I walked back into the living room to face my fears. I was so nervous. My hands were shaking, you could hear the ice cubes rattling in the glasses. When I saw the smiles on the girl’s faces I felt a little relieved. “ Just be cool Blake, keep your composure.” I handed Mima her drink first. She had a sinful little look on her face. It was like she was trying to contain herself. It was very weird. When I turned to Lori to give her the glass, she jumped up out of her sitting position. I was a little startled at first. Our bodies were only inches apart. With one quick motion she slipped her hands underneath the big daddy t-shirt. She grabbed her panties by the waistband and slid them down to the floor. I couldn’t believe it. I stood there absolutely devastated. I was totally blown away, and I was speechless. And Lori knew it. Then to torture me even more. Lori picked up those sexy panties I had bought and placed them on my head. “Can this really be happening to me?” I said to myself. I looked down into Lori’s eyes, and she locked her eyes to mine. Time stood still as we shared this erotic moment. The blood in my veins burned with desire. Lori in her sweetest and sexiest voice said “ Do you think I could have my drink now sir.” Only when I heard Mima laughing did I come back to reality. It was when I heard Lori laughing, that I realized they had planned the whole thing. “ Very funny you guys”, I said. It was pretty funny. The girls laughed hysterically. They got me good... or did they. I don’t know who won this round. All I knew was I had two pair of panties on my head.

I sat down between the two of them feeling a bit more comfortable. “ I sorry Blake we couldn’t resist the opportunity to embarrass you a little” Mima said. “Mmmm”...said Lori after she took a sip of her drink. “ This is real strong. I think he’s trying to get us drunk Mima.” I said, “Please... trying... You guys are already drunk. Your lucky I’m a gentlemen.” Knowing Lori was sitting right next to me with no panties on was driving me nuts. I couldn’t even think straight anymore. I needed to distract my self for a while. I asked Lori to pass me the remote to the TV. She got the remote and attempted to turn on the TV. “ Come on give me that, you’re to drunk to figure it out,” I said. She was finally able to turn on the TV. Mima had cuddled up to me to my right side, like she always does when we watch TV. “ Lori put on the news channel”, Mima said. I didn’t notice or pay any attention to Lori fumbling around with the remote. The next thing I heard was “ Yeess, yeesss, that’s it suck it, lick my clit.” Oh shit!!!! Lori pressed the play button on the VCR. 

“Holy shit”, Lori said. Mima and I new those sound right. Lori was glued to what was happening on the TV. The tape was right where I left off from the other day. On the screen was a black man eating and fingering a white girls pussy. “ Hey what are you doing girl?” I said to Lori. Mima, who was drunk and started laughing again. “HEY” I said to Lori... “ Give me that remote girl, I don think you can handle this.” I reached to grab the remote from her. She moved the remote to her other hand and held it up. “ I’m a big girl, I can handle this. God I haven’t seen a porno movie in about 15 years” she said. “ Oooh come on Lori give me the remote”. The video started to get real hot. Lori gasped when the guy and the girl in the video switched positions. When she saw the guy’s huge black cock, she screamed, “ Oh my God!!!!... Look at the size of that thing. “ Last chance Lori give me the remote,” I said. “ Oh let her watch it Blake, she’s a big girl,” Mima said. “Mima have you seen this tape before?” Lori asked. It was a new tape I ordered of the web. I knew Mima hadn’t seen it yet. “ I don’t think so” Mima said. The porno industry has changed a lot in the past 15 years. Whatever porno film she had last seen, I guaranty it was nothing like the one she was about to witness. 

Mima knew how much I loved to watch porno movies. We watched them together all the time. We would watch them and fuck each other’s brains out on the couch. The black guy on the tape stood up by the bed. Then the white girl went to the edge of the bed and started sucking his cock. Mima knew that the video was driving me crazy. I felt Mima move her hand onto my thigh. She squeezed my thigh softly to get my attention. My cock ached for some relief. I looked into her precious eyes and she smiled. Then I felt her hand lightly brush my throbbing cock though my sweat pants. She started to massage my twitching cock. God it felt so good. This entire evening had been too much for me to handle. For a brief moment I forgot about Lori, and concentrated on my own needs. “Mima look at the size of that thing,” Lori said. Then to my astonishment, in soft voice Mima said “ Blake’s cock is bigger then that”... I just sat there stunned at what Mima just said. Lori didn’t say a word. Mima was in the zone I could tell by her breathing. I didn’t care anymore. I wanted some pussy bad. I slid my hand down Mima’s back until it rested on her fat ass. I looked over at Lori. She was hypnotized by the video. 

I slipped Mima’s t-shirt up to her hips I wanted to feel here bare ass. Her ass was so smooth and hot. She continued to massage my cock though my sweats. I rubbed and palmed her bottom gently. I loved her soft plump butt. The girl in the video was working the guy’s dick big time. I couldn’t help myself. I put my middle finger in the crack of Mima’s ass and worked my way down to her juicy pussy. Her cunt oozed pussy juice. My finger slipped right into her wet cunt. A soft moan escaped her lips as I started to move my finger in and out of her gooey pussy. I peaked at Lori out of the corner of my eye, she was oblivious to what Mima and I were doing. The tension in the room was thick. Mima was moaning ever so softly. It was more like lustful heavy breaths. I knew precisely how my baby wanted her pussy stroked. With her head resting on my chest I knew she was close to cumming. I maneuvered my finger to her tender little clit. When I touched her clit her entire body tremble! I don’t remember her pussy ever being this wet. Mima then slipped her right hand into my sweat pants and wrapped her hand around my thick black cock. “Mmmmm” I groaned. She wrapped her hand around the shaft of my cock and began a sweet sensual stroke’s. 




A Stormy Night In The Bronx



Lori was still locked into the video. It was so exciting to watch my baby play with my cock. I don’t think she gave a damn if Lori was watching or not. I could sense the video was starting to affect Lori. Even with my eyes closed I could feel her movement on the couch. Mima looked up at me and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. I loved her soft lips. While she was kissing me I could feel her moving her hand around my cock and balls. The next thing I knew my cock was sprung free from my sweats. Freed from it shackles, my 8-inch thick black cock and balls stood straight up in the air. Mima was on fire and so was I. She wrapped her soft hand around my thick shaft and resumed her magical stokes. She was in control now. I continued my assault on her pussy with my fingers. Her pussy juice was lathering up my hand. I closed my eyes and drifted off to never neverland. “ Lori... Lori”, I heard Mima say softly. “ Look... I told you he was bigger”, said Mima. 

The game had reached a new level. I opened my eyes just in time to capture Lori’s wide-eyed, opened mouthed expression on her face. Now it was Lori’s turn to be speechless. “ Look Lori, see how beautiful his cock is”... Lori didn’t care about the video anymore. She was getting a live show just inches from her. Lori just nodded her head. I guess Lori could not believe what was happening in front of her very eyes. Mima was in her own world. A world that existed, between her and my thick cock. Mima started to moan out loud now. She didn’t care anymore and neither did I... I think the fact that Lori was right there excited her. Lori seemed to be just a bit more relaxed with what was going on. I just stared at her while Mima rested her head on my chest and stroked my cock. I pulled my hand out of Mima’s dripping snatch and started to rub her gently on her shoulder. Lori moved her eyes, up and down continuously from my cock to my eyes. She wanted a show and I was going to give it to her. 

While Mima stroked my cock I slowly moved my hands to the back of her head. Lori’s eyes grew with the anticipation of what was to come next. I stared hard in to Lori, bulging eyes. I was so excited, my heart was pounding and my cock started to pulsate. I pushed Mima’s head toward my cock. Without hesitation she opened her mouth and accepted my cock into her warm, wet mouth. Mima took me deep into the back of her throat. ‘That’s it baby, Yeessss, Yeeess, Aghhhh” I said. Her mouth was extremely moist and wet. Some chicks give you a dry blowjob. I liked my blowjobs wet and noisy. The slurping and sucking noise Mima made when she sucked my cock was delightful. I truly loved her with all my heart.

Mima took my cock out of her mouth and started stoking it. My cock had a think shiny coat of her saliva on it. Mima worked on my cock spreading the spit up and down my shaft. Then I noticed that she was staring at Lori while she did this to me. “ Lori... look how thick his cock is.” Lori remained silent. I would have given anything to know what was going on in head at this moment. Then Mima said in a soft sexy tone of voice. “ Lori would you like to suck Blake’s cock?” My precious Mima had just offered my cock to her friend. It was the sexiest thing I have ever heard a women say in my life. I think Lori forgot how to talk. The once very talkative lawyer was now in a strange land. Like a foreigner transported and dropped of in the middle of time square, she was overwhelmed. Lori finally found the courage to speak. “I don’t know Mima, I’m a married women. I’m afraid.” I felt Lori’s word right in my heart. I believed she wanted to but was truly afraid. Mima knew Lori much better then I did. She knew Lori just needed a little persuading. Mima spoke to Lori, like a mother would talk to a young child... “Its ok Lori... don’t be afraid. What we do in this house stays in this house. No one will ever know.” Mima knew just how to play up to Lori. Mima reached over to Lori and delicately grabbed Lori’s right hand. Mima very slowly bought Lori’s hand in the direction of my black beast. It was like watching a video in slow motion. I could see Lori made the weakest attempt to pull her hand back. Mima maintained a tight grip on Lori’s hand. Then I felt Lori’s hand wrap around my hard cock. On contact she immediately started to stroke my cock. Mima looked at me and saw nothing but sheer delight. “ Mmmm. ...Mmmm... that feels so good Lori... Aaagh God.” Mima massage my balls. Lori, continued to pump my cock with her milky white hand 

Mima and Lori worked on my black cock like a team. My wildest fantasies of having two women were close at hand. I took my left are wrapped it around Lori’s shoulder. I pulled her body closer to me. She didn’t resist my touch, which gave me the comfort I was still searching for. I wanted her to feel my body heat. She rested her head on my chest. I felt like I was watching a porno movie, and I was the star. Lori didn’t miss a single stroke. She was exploring my cock with her hand. She used multiple stroking techniques. I loved my girl for allowing me this fantasy. I bent my head down and gave Mima a soft kiss on her forehead. Then I bent over and did the same to Lori. Lori looked up at me and smiled softly. I then began to slowly massage her back. Mima and I loved each other. I wanted Lori to feel our lust for each other. While massaging her back I said, “ Mima is hungry Lori. ...Feed her my cock” Lori then aimed my cock in the direction of Mima’s awaiting mouth. Mima wrapped her lips around my cock, and bathed it with her saliva once again. She went down on my cock until her lips reached Lori’s hand. Mentally the connected, and worked as they did before, like a team. I enjoyed the view from were I was sitting. I then brought my right hand back down to Mima’s ass and slipped my finger deep into her pussy. “ Aaaaagh... Mmmmm” Mima moaned. I found her clit and stroked her it hard. I felt her cunt muscles collapse around my finger. Her whole body trembled with a series of orgasms. I have fingered Mima’s pussy a thousand times before, but she never came like that before.

The last thing I wanted do was neglect Lori, I had to be very careful. I didn’t want to scare her, nor did I want to force any thing upon her. I wanted and needed her to be a willing accomplice. I started to work my hand down Lori’s back in small circular motions. At a snail's pace, my hand finally reached her think butt. Little by little I worked up her t-shirt up to her hips. Then I placed my hand on her bare ass. Her ass was soft and fleshy. I spread my fingers and palmed it like a basketball. She looked up at me when my bare hand started to work its way toward her ass cheeks. I looked deep into her eyes. Then I gave her a soft kiss on her lips. Mima stopped sucking my cock to watch Lori and I. Lori knew what I was searching for when my finger started sliding down deeper. I could feel the heat building up. I was close. Just inches away from her a pussy. A pussy that has been neglected for nearly two years.

When my finger touched her outer pussy lips, Lori’s body tensed up. She was already dripping wet. I took some of her pussy juice and massaged her pussy lips. Her pubic hairs were moist and sticky. She had a lot more hair on her pussy then Mima did. Mima watched as Lori closed her eyes and her body relaxed. I found the entrance of Lori’s moist cunt. Her pussy was on fire and was begging to be penetrated. Gently I slipped my middle finger into Lori’s drenched cunt. Lori’s pussy was so fucking tight. Her pussy muscles sucked in my finger right down to the knuckle. Lori let out a deep sigh. Mima was just blown away by Lori’s reaction. I explored Lori’s pussy like a child playing with his new toy for the first time. She looked so heavenly. The contented look on her face was priceless. 

I could feel my balls boiling. I wanted to cum so fucking bad. However I didn’t want this to end, at least, not yet. I pulled my finger out of both my girls pussies. Lori looked disappointed when I took my hand out of her thirsty cunt. I stood up and pulled my shirt off and then I took off my sweat pants and boxers. I pulled Mima to her feet and pulled her t-shirt off above her head. Mima was now totally nude. God she was beautiful. I thought to myself Lori stared at Mima’s sexy body. I then sat Mima right next to Lori. Lori sat up watching my every move. I then moved the coffee table out of the way quickly. Then I stood in front of my two horny gals and gazed at them. Mima knew what I wanted. She knew precisely what I needed. Whenever I moved the coffee table out of the way she knew I meant business. Without saying a word Mima smiled and spread her legs wide. I got down on my knees and admired her juicy looking pussy. Mima took her left leg and placed it on top of Lori’s thigh. “ Are you ready baby” I said to Mima. Lori must have thought I was about to fuck her. “ Yes Blake I’m ready,” she said. I looked at Lori and smiled. Then I slammed my thick tongue into Mima’s pussy. Mima screamed when I drove my tongue deep into her moist cunt. Her body instantly ripped into another orgasm. I worked feverishly on her cunt with my tongue. I saw her hand go to Lori’s thigh and squeeze it. I loved eating pussy. I loved to feel the soft flesh of a women’s cunt on my tongue. 

I gave Mima two more orgasms before I finally came up for air. When I looked over at Lori, she had her hand buried into her cunt. She noticed me looking at her, and suddenly stopped. i wanted to eat Lori’s pussy next. A side of me wanted Mima to help me. “ Mima baby, can you ask Lori if I could eat her pussy.” I glanced of at Lori to see her reaction. Mima sat up on the couch. On her knees she bent forward and stopped about two inches from Lori’s face. I thought she was going to kiss Lori. I could see the pure desire in my baby face. It was absolutely masterful how Mima took control. “ Lori... Blake wants to eat your pussy...Is that ok? ...”Mima said. Lori seemed unsure of what to do. Mima took her hand and gently caressed Lori’s face. “ Don’t be afraid Lori...spread your legs baby... He’s going to make you feel good”. I moved over in front of Lori’s closed legs and waited. “ Mima continued to lightly brush Lori’s face and comfort her fears. It was a thing of beauty to watch Mima seduce Lori. “ I know it’s been a long time Lori. Just relax and trust me. Blake will take good care of you sweetie”. I then put my hand on Lori’s knees and started to tenderly massage the top of her thighs. Slowly of her own free will, she spread her legs wide open. Her pussy was absolutely gorgeous. She had a thick meaty pussy. I could see her swollen cunt lips glistening with her juices. I then saw my target buried under a think patch of hair. Her clit awaited me, it was like it was calling out my name. I thought to myself how could her husband neglect this awesome looking pussy. 

Lori tried to look down between her legs to watch me. Mima held Lori’s face so that it was facing her. She wanted to bare witness to Lori’s accepting my tongue in her pussy. I made my move on Lori’s pussy. I stuck my fat tongue and placed it flat against her plump pussy. Lori’s hips bucked causing my tongue to dig inside her soul. It was out of this world. Her pussy was delicious. I licked her pussy upwards to see her face. Mima held Lori in her arms like a small infant. Lori found comfort in Mima’s arms as she experienced feelings she hadn’t felt in years. I was so proud of Mima’s sensitivity. I then began on my expedition into Lori’s body. I put her legs on my shoulders and dove into her essence. Her seasoned pussy bathed my tongue with her fluids. I tried to drink ass much of her pussy juice as I could. Lori’s legs started to tremble. I knew she was about to blow and so did Mima. “ Let it go Lori ...Let it out... sweetie... its ok ...cum baby...cummm,” Mima said. Like a shotgun her body exploded into a violent uncontrollable orgasm. “Oh my God...oh my God ... Aaaaaaghh”. Lori screamed. She lifted her ass off the couch and slammed her sweet pussy into my mouth. I held on for dear life. I have never experienced a pussy like this. Two years of pussy juice flowed into my mouth. Lori bucked wildly. I plunged my tongue deep in her unused snatch. Like a skilled artist I painted her pussy with my tongue. I made long broad strokes up and down between her pussy lips. Mima was amazed and thrilled at the same time. She also had never witnessed anything like this in her life. I removed my tongue from Lori’s, snatch to take a peek at my masterpiece. What a site! Lori’s, cunt looked contoured and twisted up. She looked ready. Ready for the next assault, my cock started to throb. My cock was reminding that he was the next batter up.

Mima was so happy with what I had just done to Lori; she jumped off the couch and kissed my pussy juice, coated face, deeply. Tasting her friend’s pussy juice on my exhausted tongue. Lori scent was everywhere on my face. Mima seemed to be very excited by the scent of another women’s pussy. Mima broke our kiss and started lapping up Lori’s left over cunt juice off my face. Like an excited little puppy she licked my face dry. It seemed to me like she couldn’t get enough. I thought to myself “ God, if she like pussy juice this much, she should try it straight from the tap.” 

Lori’s started to breath normally again, recovering from her mind-blowing orgasm. I wanted to slam my cock into her sloppy cunt. Mima knew me all to well. She knew I needed some relief. Mima put her mouth next to my ear and said, “ Fuck her Blake.” I whispered back “ Are you sure baby...are you sure she wants me to.” I wanted my girl to command me to fuck her friend. Lori was still lying on her back with her legs spread wide open. In a soft but much loader tone Mima said, “ Blake I want you to fuck Lori’s pussy with your big black cock”. Lori looked up upon hearing those words. Lori started to close her legs. Mima put her hand on Lori’s thigh and stopped her immediately. “ What’s the matter Lori, don’t be afraid... are you scared sweetie,” Mima’s words were soft and gentle. Lori remained silent for a few seconds then she nodded her head. “ Don’t be afraid sweetie, Blake will be gentle with you, wont’cha Blake.” I nodded my head and said softly,“ Lori, I need you baby... I’ll be gentle... trust me baby.” 

Lori still looked frighten. Afraid of the big black monster that sat between my legs. Mima took Lori’s hand into hers and said, “ Its ok sweetie... I’m right here for you for you. Then Mima took her left hand and started to spread Lori’s legs apart. Mima then bent her head to Lori’s cheek and gave her a soft kiss. My cock was the hardest it has ever been in my life; it was so hard it was becoming painful. Mima took my mind quickly to the next level when she placed her hand on top of Lori’s pussy mound. Like a commanding chief, she gave her orders. “ Lori... Blake is going to fuck you."

"Blake ... stick your black cock in her cunt. 

Her words ripped through my body. Lori, obediently open her legs. Mima was getting outright nasty. I have never, ever heard her say the word cunt before. “ That’s a good girl,” she said to Lori. I then brought the tip to the entrance of Lori’s pulsating pussy. I teased myself, letting the tip of my cock rest on the folds of her wet pussy. I couldn’t tell who was more excited Mima, or myself. Mima wanted to be a part of this whole experience. 

Lori’s breathing started to increase at a swift pace. Her destiny was sealed. Mima couldn’t take it anymore. She slipped her hand further into Lori’s bush and with two fingers split her pussy lips apart. “ Fuck her big daddy...fuck her sweet pussy... don’t make her wait any longer daddy ... She needs it bad”. That was all I needed to hear. I slowly pressed my black cock into Lori’s white pussy. My cock wanted to slam itself deep into her body on the first stroke. But my mind knew better. Her pussy was so tight. It was much tighter then Mima’s pussy. I watched her pussy lips stretch to the limit, then wrap around the head of my cock. I held my cock there for a few seconds to let her body adjust to my cock. Mima smiled at me. She found Lori’s clit through her hairy bush and started to massage it gently. I pushed my cock into Lori’s pussy an inch at a time. 

Her pussy started tremble when I got my cock about half way in. Her tight cunt gripped my cock like a small fist. “ Mmmmmm Lori, your pussy feels so fucking good, baby”. I said out load as a slipped it in another inch. Mima started to rub Lori’s clit more rapidly. Lori started to moan and grunt like animal. At the point, I placed my hands on her creamy thighs and with a powerful thrust, I drove my cock into her body. 

Lori screamed out my name “ ohhh... Blaaakeee!!!! . Her body lunged forward as her pussy spasmed into another crazed orgasm. My cock was buried into her sweet cunt. My deepest sexual fantasy was finally fulfilled. I started to pump in and out of Lori’s tight snatch. I was amazed at how quickly her pussy adjusted to my girth. I fucked her nice and slow. 

My cock filled every available space in her cunt. Mima watched me fuck her friends, neglected pussy. The smile on her face told me how much she was enjoying this show. Mima adjusted herself for a better view. Mima rested her head on Lori’s abdomen facing me. Her lips just an inch away from Lori’s hairy snatch. My baby wanted a front row seat to the final act. She looked so sexy with her head resting on Lori’s body. 

She watched closely as my big black cock disappear then reappeared our of Lori’s cunt. “ Oooo...Blake, let me taste it” Mima said. I pulled my cock out of Lori’s well-lubricated cunt and placed it atop of her plump pussy mound. My black cock had a thick coat of Lori’s pussy juices and my pre-cum. Mima opened her mouth just above her friend’s pussy. I lunged forward into her warm mouth. “ Agggggghhhh.” I screamed. Lori feeling that her cunt was vacant looked down between her legs to Mima mouth filled with my cock. “Mmmmmm... Mmmmmmmm” was the only sound cumming from Mima’s stuffed mouth. Lori seemed please to see that Mima was now again involved. And I think that Lori got off on the fact that her friend was tasting her essence. I gave Mima 3 good pumps before I pulled it out and then slammed it back into Lori’s hotbox. 

“ Ohh yesss”, Mmmmm... yesss... fuck me Blake... Fuck me big daddy!!!!”... I gave Lori’s pussy, around ten powerful thrusts, each time going in, balls deep. She screamed every time my cock bottomed out in her bush. Mima eyes watched, as she knew I wouldn’t leave her out. I pulled my freshly dripping cock out of Lori, and gave Mima her treat. “ Mmmmm” she groaned loudly. Lori placed her hand on the back of Mima’s head and stroked it lovingly. Mima lapped up as much pussy juice as she could. I was close to the edge. My balls started to quake.

This was it. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I slammed my cock deep into Lori’s cunt. She welcomed my cock, like a long lost old friend. I started ramming her cunt hard and fast. Determined to make her cum once more I started to gyrate my hips Lori screamed upon ever thrust. The only sound you could hear was my balls slapping hard against her meaty ass. L

ori then arched her back and started screaming, “ yess.. Yesss...Oh God!... YEEESSSS.!!!! ... I’mmmmm cumming” Agggggh.” Her body trembled and shook. That was my queue. I started to grunt and moan as I pounded her pussy in to submission. “MMMmmmm I gonna cum baby” I shouted. Then I heard Mima say, “cum in my mouth big daddy, please cum in my mouth. I pulled my cock out of Lori’s well-fucked pussy and slammed into the back of Mima’s throat. 

A thick blast of my black seed splashed deep into Mima’s throat. “ Aaaagghhh... Yessss ... that’s it baby. Blast after blast of thick hot cum escaped from my body. I grabbed Mima’s face and pumped hard. Mima couldn’t keep up with my huge load. Even though she tried. Thick goops of come fell out of the corner of her mouth and landed on Lori’s pussy running down her opened slit. 




A Stormy Night In The Bronx



Mima continued to suck my cock until it started to deflate in her mouth. Lori, and I slowly caught our breath while Mima licked my cock clean. Lori was glowing. When my cock slipped out of Mima’s, mouth there wasn’t a drop of goo on it. “Mmmm... that’s delicious”. She said. They both started giggling. There was still a puddle of cum on Lori’s pussy mound and some running down her slit. 

“ You missed some baby.” I said as I pointed to the cum on Lori’s pussy. The laughter stopped suddenly. Mima looked at the cum on Lori’s pussy. I thought to myself, is she going to do it, does she have the balls. It all happened in what seemed like slow motion. Mima looked up at me, then she turned her head to Lori. Lori smiled wickedly and spread her legs wide apart. Then Mima, looked back at me again as she stuck out her tongue and licked the puddle of cum that was on the top of Lori’s bush. “Mmmm”, she said. Lori stared wide-eyed at Mima. Mima looked up to see Lori’s reaction. Pleased with the look on Lori’s face Mima did what I hoped she would do. Mima buried her face deep in to Lori’s cunt and started to lap up my cum. Lori grabbed the back of Mima’s head and pressed into her pussy. Mima licked all around Lori’s cunt. It was so fucking beautiful. Lori was just about to have another orgasm when I snatched Mima off of her. “ Hey that’s enough you guys.” I said. Both the girls started laughing just like they did before.

What a night I thought to myself I was exhausted. We all where. I got up first and extended my hand to Mima to help her up. Then I extended my hand to Lori. When Lori got up I wrapped my hands around my two lovely white ladies and gave them both a huge hug. Mima said, “Thank you so much, Blake”. Then Lori said, “ Yes, Blake, thank you so much big daddy. You don’t know bad I need that.” It was truly a tender moment. Shit!! I should be thanking them. Once again I had to throw in the race card. I said, “ You guys don’t have to thank me. My people have been servicing white women for four hundred years. The both of them broke out laughing. I grabbed their hands and headed toward my bedroom. 

When we entered my room the both of them playfully jumped into the bed. “ I better sleep in the middle. You two hot mommas might start something without me”. I got between the both of them. Instinctively, they both cuddled up under my out stretched arms. We lied there in my bed very quietly. I started to feel myself drifting off to sleep. When I heard a whispering voice. 

“ Mima...Mima...can I ask you something? Lori said. “ Sure... what sweetie.” Then Lori said, “ Would you mind if I sucked Blake’s cock. I never sucked a black one before.” Mima responded “ Lori you don’t have to ask, go right ahead, enjoy yourself.” When I felt Lori’s lips wrap around my dick head. I knew she would also be mine forever... 



A Stormy Night With Marie



This is a true story up to a certain point. When my sister showed up at my bedroom door, I answered her question with a no. I often wonder what would have happened if I had said yes instead.

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It was the summer of my 18th. year. My sister had recently moved in back home. Marie had been living with a girlfriend, but, they had a falling out so she move back home for a while untill she found a new place. Marie was a beautiful young lady at the age of 23. She stood about 5'4" and weighed about 105 lbs. I knew from looking through the laundry that she wore a 34b bra and that her taste in panties ran the gamut from plain white cotton briefs and bikinis to lacy g-strings and thongs. Being a ass-man, I was always looking (discretely) to see if I could locate panty lines under her tight pants. I think she may have caught me looking a few times, but she never said anything to me about it. 

I was 18, not too much taller than Marie, and a skinny guy weighing about 125 dripping wet. Due to my lack of he-man physique, I never had a girlfriend, and needless to say, was still a virgin. I was a big fan of porn though, so I took out my frustrations and tension watching XXX videos and reading nudie mags. I jerked off at least once a day, and once or twice, I even had thoughts of Marie flash through my mind at the moment of orgasm.

Like I said, it was summer, our parents had left for the weekend to celebrate their anniversary, leaving me and Marie home alone. The first day passed normaly enough, I spent the day out by the pool, swimming and listening to the ball game on the radio. Marie joined me for a short time, sunning herself on the pool deck. She was wearing a 2 piece black bikini, and boy, did she look hot!! Marie started by laying down on her back. Her top was a little small, so I could see a glimpse of white where her tan lines started around her tits. The top barely covered her nipples, and showed a little of the underneath of her tits. I had sunglasses on, so I could stare a little more than normal, hoping she couldn't tell. After about 20 minutes, Marie turned on her stomach. Up untill then, I had been able to keep myself under control. My cock was half hard watching her on her back; but when she turned over, the sight of her round ass encased in her skin tight bikini was too much. I instantly became rock hard, and had to jump in the pool so she wouldn't see what she was doing to me! Marie reached behind her to unloosen her bikini top string so she could get an even tan on her back, and I could see just a glimpse of the side of her tits before she lay flat on her stomach. I couldn't take anymore, so I wrapped a towel around my waist and made my way into the house and my bedroom. Once in my room, the towel and and my trunks hit the floor and I walked to the window that overlooked the pool. My hand found its way to my cock, and I started to stroke it while watching Marie below. I was close to coming, staring at her ass, when Marie lifted herself up on her elbows, exposing her tits. The contrast of her tan skin and her white tits, capped with small pink nipples, was too much for me, and I exploded all over myself. I hit the shower to clean myself up, thinking of Marie the whole time. 

The rest of the day passed normally. We ordered a pizza and ate it watching tv and talking about what we ere going to do the rest of the summer. A thunderstorm was forecast for that night, so we made sure all the windows were closed before we went to bed, not wanting to get up in the middle of the night to do it when it started raining. 

A little past midnight, the storm hit, with lightning and loud thunder. I was watching the lightning from the comfort of my bed, when I heard a knock at my bedroom door.

"Ray, are you awake?" Marie asked.

"Yeah, just watching the lightning." I replied.

"I know the thunder used to scare you when you were little, if it still does, I can stay with stay with you for a while, till you get to sleep." Marie said.

Well, I was well past the age where a storm scared me, but I thought this might just be an way for Marie to say she was scared, but she didn't want to admit it. 

"Yes, it would help me to sleep, I guess. C'mon in."

As the flash of lightning filled the room, I could see that Marie was wearing a night shirt that came down halfway to her knees. She crossed the room and lifted the covers and got in bed with me, snuggling close. I fell asleep feeling her breath on my shoulder, her arm wrapped around my chest. I awoke about an hour later, the storm still raging outside. I had a raging hard-on, knowing my sister was in my bed wearing next to nothing, and I was about to get up and hit the bathroom to take care of it, when I realized in my sleepy haze that my sister had her hand wrapped around my cock slowly stroking it!! I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or not, but I wasn't about to wake myself up if I was! I let her stroke me, feeling her tits against my back, when I heard her let out a sigh.

" I know you are awake." Marie whispered.

I thought I was busted for sure, but then I thought wait a minute, she's doing this to you!

"What are you doing?" I asked her. "You're my sister, you shouldn't be doing this!"

"Yeah," she replied, "And you shouldn't be jerking off watching me sun by the pool either!"

Oops, I am busted I thought. 

"Look," she said. "I know you don't have a girlfriend, and I'm not seeing anyone right now, so we're both in need of some relief. So why don't we just help each other out, just for one night. It'll just be for one night, no strings."

Well, it was an offer I didn't think I could refuse, especially since she already had her hand wrapped around my cock.

"Ok, but I do have to confess, I've never done this before, I'm a virgin." I told her.

"Well, I pretty much thought so, but who better than to help you out than someone who loves you so much? Don't be afraid, I'll take care of you." Marie told me.

Marie pulled back the covers and got out of bed. I could see her in the darkness of the room, her body in front of the window. Lightning flashed outside as she slowly pulled her night shirt over her head, her long brown hair falling about her shoulders as she dropped the night shirt to the floor. I stared at her petite body, lit up by the lightning flashes. Her breasts were softly hanging free of a bra, and she wore no panties either. Marie had shaved her bikini area so there was just a strip of brown hair above her pussy. This was the first time I had ever seen a woman naked in front of me, and it was my sister!! Marie gently climbed back onto the bed and knelt by my legs.

"Lets get these off you." She said as she grabbed my boxers and lowered them down my hips.

My rock hard cock jerked up and almost hit her chin as she lowered my shorts.

"Nice, very nice." Marie whispered. 

Marie leaned up an kissed me, my first real kiss with a woman. Her tounge parted my lips and found my own tounge. Her lips were so soft, I couldn't believe what was happening. She slowly licked down my neck to my chest. Her lips found my left nipple while her fingers caressed my right nipple. The feeling was sensational as she licked first one and then the other. Marie kissed her way down my stomach, and I closed my eyes, anticipating her lips on my cock. I opened my eyes when I felt her hot breath on my dick. She looked up into my eyes as she brought her mouth down to my cock. I almost died when my dick slipped past her lips and into her mouth. It was so wet and hot, her mouth moving up and down, saliva trickling down onto my balls.

"Tell me when you're gonna cum." She said when she came up for breath.

Marie resumed her attack on my cock, her lips wrapped aroung the head and her tounge licking the sensitive underside, her hand pumping my shaft at the same time.

The feeling was getting to be too much for me; I could feel the urge to cum getting stronger.

"I'm gonna cum soon." I groaned.

Marie doubled her efforts, pumping my shaft, attacking the head of my cock with her lips and tounge. She looked up into my eyes and that did it. I exploded in her mouth, my hips pumping my dick up into her mouth. Marie swallowed every burst, a little leaking past her lips and dribbling down her chin.

Marie let my softening dick leave her mouth, licking her lips to get the reaming drops.

"That's lesson number one." She said, "Always let a girl know when you're about to cum when she has your dick in her mouth. Not all girls like the the taste like I do."

I looked down at my deflated cock and then at her.

"Are there more lessons to come?" I asked.

"Oh, the night's not over yet." Marie replied. "I think you'll be up for another lesson soon, I have a few things to teach you!"

The lightning flashed and the thunder boomed. 

I love storms!

To be continued...... 



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After School Special: Jenna's Screwed



Jenna looked at the young man, wide eyed and scared. 

Nate spoke, "Jenna, I'm gonna fuck you so hard baby."

Jenna wanted to refuse it, but she was so exhausted from the previous gang bang. Her pussy was wet, she couldn't fight it anymore. But more than that, deep down she knew she liked being a little slut to her two older brothers. They loved to fuck her, pump her cunt and squirt in it, and she liked the way she felt. Why deny it? She stood up.

"Okay, you wanna fuck me, that sounds good."

Paul shook his head, puzzled, "What?"

Jenna smiled sneakily, and whispered, "Paul, you fuck my tight little ass, Nate will give it to me in the snatch, and Brenden, my big thick brother is gonna let me blow him."

Brenden stood there, heaving, naked, ready for more. "Oh yeah baby...." he trailed off. 

Nate sauntered over, waggiling his dick in his right hand. Paul looked at his sister, and said, "I'm not hard, get me hard sis."

Jenna knelt down between Paul's spread knees. Without saying a word, she placed her little hand on his huge cock. It was limp, but she stared up at him, never losing his gaze, and stroked it softly. She wrapped her hand around it a little tighter, it jumped. She pumped her fist on it harder and harder, it was growing a little erect. She licked her lips, tilted her head, and flicked the tip with the end of her tongue. That was it for Paul, he got hard right then. She giggled, stood up, and slowly began to drop her ass onto Paul. Knowing it wouldn't fit in that very tight hole, she asked Paul to spread her ass cheeks. He obliged, and put his hands on her supple buttocks, and she slowly slid down. Still wet from earlier, lubrication wasn't an issue. Jenna hurriedly shoved her ass down on his cock. They both let out a vicious moan as his member was sucked in by her ass. 

Nate, already stiff, was ready to poke little Jenna's pussy. He got up in front of Paul, now ass fucking his own sister. He pulled her legs out, Paul adjusted himself in her asshole, and Nate rested Jenna's feet on his shoulders. He began to slide his cock into her. He pounded her heartily, and Brenden sat off in the corner, beating off watching his sister get banged. Paul lurched his hips up, getting deep into his sister. Nate responded and pushed forward hard, both of their pricks deeply engulfed her spasming sex box. It felt so good, she was soaking wet. 

The act went on for over 10 minutes more, and Jenna was quivering all over. Tits shaking, nipples hard, and pussy gripping down. Her ass was clenching and un-clenching in response to Paul's forceful fucking. He nibbled on her neck, and bit her ear lobe. He yelled, 

"'IM GONNA CUM BABY I'M GONNA CUM IN YOUR DIRTY LITTLE ASS"

Jenna grunted, and bucked backward HARD. She was on the verge of an orgasm, and could feel Nates hard prick jerking violently inside of her velvety hole. She knew he was ready to cum to. She moaned, Nate groaned and Paul muttered obscentities. Just then Brenden yelped, and a hot load of jizz sprayed onto the floor. Breathing hard, he laid back. Jenna felt it in her tummy and rolled her head back, pressing her long blonde hair into Pauls face.

"I'm cumming, I'm cuuuummmmmmmmmmiiiinnnnnnggg" she roared. 

Nate shot off, his sperm exploding. Paul rocked hard twice more, and blew his load. The cum was completely enveloping her. Her clit felt like it had deflated from all the hardcore action. Nate held himself inside of her for a second then pulled his now noodle-like dick out of her. He walked away, off to the bathroom Jenna assumed. Paul pushed her up, and slid his rigid cock out of her ass. She "ow'ed" a little. Man was she sore. She laid back, naked on the sofa. She closed her eyes, and drifted off to a very pleasant sleep.

The boys sat around, dicks in their hands. They were completely soft, but they couldn't even believe that the sex was that amazing. Paul looked lovingly down at his baby sister and slowly stroked her tummy. He slid his fingers to her pussy, and frigged her clit as she slept. Brenden sat down on the sofa near her face, and caressed it like a skilled lover. He looked at his cock, wiped his fingers on it and lovingly rubbed his finger tips all over her lips leaving traces of his now luke-warm cum. Nate smiled, as he usually did and enjoyed the spectacle. 

Jenna slowly woke up, and smiled at her two brothers treating her quite like a piece of meat. No fear now...she loved the attention. 

"Mmm...thank you so much boys."

Nate began to walk over as she spoke..

It was going to be another amazing day.



American Muslims Pt. 04



My name is Sam Harrison and I am a middle-aged, unmarried, but successful hedge fund manager and I have a very commanding personality. But I am also a serial pervert who enjoys Sadism and Masochism, for years I would pay a dominatrix to do her worst to me, but this was no longer enough. I needed more, I wanted to be controlled and have my will taken away from me. I was lost and searching for something and then I found her. 

I met her through a chat room and after weeks of talking we finally met in person. She was beautiful, exotic, foreign and middle-aged although she looked younger. She had raven black hair and dark eyes, white fair skin and a slender, but curvy body. Her name is Nazli Hossein, a divorced immigrant from Azerbaijan, she has two daughters, Ayzel 18 and Durna 21, and her ex-husband has left them and emigrated back to Azerbaijan. 

Nazli wants me to move in with her and her daughters and become a sex and domestic slave to the family. My entire income would go to her and she would give me a monthly allowance out of it. Her and her daughter would decide what sexual treats I would get and when. She would be my leader and her daughters would be her deputies. I agree and plan to move in after a few days and I am very excited. I am keeping this journal and will document what happens. 

Day One

I am very nervous and I have pulled up to the Hossein's home and I knock on the door. Nazli answers and she is polite to me and welcomes me in. I am introduced to her two daughters. Ayzel, who is the youngest, is so unbelievably beautiful she has blonde hair and hazel eyes with petite figure and curves. Durna looks like a younger version of her mother and we both sit around and have cake and coffee. 

Nazli "Now then Sam, I have a list of things for you to do. Firstly, you must surrender your car keys and your wallet and hand me your account pass codes. Secondly, you need to clean the dishes and then do the laundry. Thirdly, you must pay us $10, 000 for the pleasure of being here. Fourthly, you must clean our shoes and lastly, one of us will decide what sexual pleasure we seek from you. Let's get started."

I hand over all my personal possessions and personal information that she requested. Most of the chores are unremarkable until the laundry. Nazli comes into the laundry room and instructs me on how they want their laundry done. But while searching the basket, I stumble upon Ayzel's pink panty and Nazli pulls them out. She places them near my nose.

Nazli: "Oh yeah, you like the smell of my daughter's panty don't you? Ayzel dirty underwear, she gets very wet during the day, her pussy starts dripping. America has made her into a really horny person. Go on smell it, her fresh young pussy, which has not yet been deflowered. I really hope a big strong American man deflowers her."

She places Ayzel's dirty panty onto my face and covers my eyes and nose. The aroma of smells of a virgin is heavenly and I feel myself becoming hard. I close my eyes and get lost, lost in Ayzel's wonderland. Nazli pulls the panty off my face and orders me to open my mouth, she rolls the panty up and shove it into my mouth and orders me to shut my mouth. I resume the laundry with the panty in my mouth. 

Placing the girls' dirty clothes into the washing machine, but all I can think about is violating Ayzel's fresh pussy. I would pay her $100, 000 if she would let me pop her cherry and I would worship her for a long as I live. I remove Ayzel's panty from my mouth and place it into the washing machine and start the wash. 

A few hours later and I am cleaning the living room floor and the three girls' are sitting around talking to one another. Nazli turns to address me.

Nazli: "Forgot to tell you, we have assigned you a number, by which we will now refer to you as. Number 42 or we may just call you slave." 

The girls go back to their conversation. 

Durna: "Forgot to tell you, Michael the black man, is coming over. But I have a problem, he wants a blow job, but his cock is huge and I don't know how to handle him." She says to Nazli.

Nazli: "Oral sex is the best way for us to assert out feminity over inferior masculinity. Men act tough, but all they want is a good blow job. What you need to do is take some Ice cubes, gently rub and tease the cock. Use your finger and hit his sensitive spots- if he's circumcised than between his balls and penis is a good area to massage. If he's not, than push back the foreskin and tease. Use plenty of tongue and even lick between the legs. Only deep-throat him once you feel able too and use plenty of lubricant."

Durna: "I will, thanks."

Nazli: "Don't worry, Number 42 will be watching you and he'll make sure you are okay."

The girls continue to laugh and share dirty secrets and after a few hours, I am preparing dinner for them plus Durna's friend, who will arrive soon. Nazli comes into the kitchen and we begin a conversation. 

Nazli: "Number 42, do you have any questions about your role this evening? You are to watch Durna have sex and assist her if called upon by her. You are not to interfere of your own accord and you are not allowed to masturbate. You must remain as still as possible, and when they are done, help clean up." 

"Yes Mistress Nazli," I respond. 

Nazli: "You might find this strange parenting, but all I want is for the best for those girls. They have freedom I have never enjoyed and they are happy. Their father, my Husband, was very strict on them and imposed after school curfews on them. Both Durna and Ayzel were made to wear Hijabs in public and were routinely punished for arbitrary things."

Dinner arrived and I served everyone, before taking a seat and began eating my dinner. Michael and Durna are looking at each other in a flirtatious way and they are rubbing each other legs under the table. They are telling crude jokes and exchanging sexual innuendos, much of it, pretty graphic and nobody seems to care. But while the center of attention is on Durna and Michael, I cannot stop staring at Ayzel. Her beautiful smile, the way she plays with her hair and her innocence, fascinates me. I want her all to myself. 

The meal finishes and Durna takes Michael's hand and lead him towards her bedroom and I follow suit. I look forward to seeing Durna in action. I've take position in Durna's closet with the door open enough to see the action, but closed enough to create the illusion of privacy and make me feel like a peeping tom. The couple are laughing and kissing each other and I see tongue exchanging mouths.

I try to remain focused and composed, but it's hard and I can feel an erection growing. The happy couple are ripping each other's clothes off and soon both are naked. Durna places her hand on Michael's balls and strokes them and Michael groans. Oh it looks so good, I wish it was me. Durna gets on her knees and starts stroking Michael's penis, she rolls back the head and teases it with her tongue. Licking Michael up and down, before inserting his manhood into her mouth and deepthroats.

She is struggling, but doing very well. Loud sucking sounds only make me harder and this goes on for twenty-minutes. It is a very wet affair. Michael inserts his penis into Durna's pussy and starts fucking her and Durna screams her lungs out. The little slut is enjoying it and the smell of sex and sweat drifts towards my nose. They fuck for 30-minutes and I can smell cum. Both are finished and spends an hour talking and getting ready. They leave the room and I leave the closet and clean up after them.

After a long day the family and I settle down to bed. I sleep on a bed in the basement, but I have trouble getting to sleep. I keep thinking about Ayzel, and after a few hours of tossing and turning, I decide to get out of bed and go to her room. I enter her room quietly, I don't want anyone to hear. I look and see her lying there. The sounds of her breath and the way she tosses in bed, her sweat virgin smell and the innocence in-which she sleeps. I feel my blood rushing and for a moment, I believe I can do anything to her.

But I do nothing, except watch. I know that I want to deflower her and I will do whatever it takes. 

Day Two

The day has thus far been unremarkable. I've taken out the garbage, prepared breakfast and starting the morning chores. Nazli summons me to her room and I drop what I am doing and head there. Nazli is sitting at the edge of the bed and has a stern look on her face.

Nazli: "Have we not been good too you? Have we not given you everything?"

"Yes the Mistress has been most kind."

Nazli: "Then Why??? Why did you enter Ayzel's bedroom and stare at her all night? Did we tell you to do it? You went and sought unauthorised pleasure. For you, looking upon a young virgin even if you did nothing physically, gave you psychological pleasure. Because in your mind you have violated her. For that you must be punished!! Stretch forth your wrists."

I comply, Nazli pulls out a stick and whacks my wrists hard, she does this 10 times. She then pulls out handcuffs and places them on my wrists. I am order to bend over the bed and Nazli walks around me from behind. She starts whacking my butt with the stick. She does this until my cheeks go red.

Nazli: "I'm letting you off with an easy punishment because it's your first day. But I am attaching electronic probes onto your nipples and manhood- if you look at Nazli in an inappropriate way without authorisation- I will initiate the shocks."

The day wears on and I am in hell. I try not to look at Ayzel, but I find it too hard and while serving dinner, I accidently stare at her for too long. Nazli turns the electronic probes on and I fall to the floor in a fit of shocks. This repeats itself throughout the day and by the time it's time to settle down to bed, I am relieved. I have a wet dream about Ayzel and try my best to cover it up the next day. 

Day 3

Today, I head back to work and try to pretend everything is normal. I sit in meeting and pretend I am interested in what my colleagues are saying, but all I can think about in Ayzel and how to get her. I have made a decision to befriend her and slowly win her over, but I am unsure of how to do this and this could take some time.

Lunch time arrives, but I am not eating. Nazli has set-me a strict budget and 90% of my earnings now goes to her, which means the only way I can live is to live by her rules. She's so strict, but strong and that makes her right and from her I gain strength. For it's her that sustains me.

The working day ends and I head home to complete my tasks for Nazli. 

A week passes- Over the last week, I have been going to the office and then straight home without a nights out. Nazli has been a mixture of indifferent, abusive and kind to me. I spent last evening taking Nazli to a pre-arranged gangbang with strangers from the internet- in the woods. I was not allowed to participate, I was ordered to watch and film. 

Nazli was masterful at handling 8 messy cocks, she allowed all three of her holes to be used simultaneously. But it was then that I had an idea of how to get Ayzel. When Nazli was done enjoying herself and I was driving her home- I told Nazli of my idea of driving Ayzel home from college daily. It would protect her from the dangerous types on the streets, and to my delight, Nazli agreed. 

I am now waiting outside Ayzel's college and my heart is beating fast. The thought of being alone with her, awakens all my senses and makes me incredibly horny, but I try to remain tame. She emerges and I wave her over, she acknowledges and walks over to me. We greet one another and she gets into my car. 

"So how was your day, was it good." I ask causally. 

Ayzel: "Yes it was very good."

I instigate a friendly conversation, which seems innocent to Ayzel, I decide to play the long game and will try and uses these car trips to build a relationship. We are talking and her innocent lips move and I can see she has no idea what I plan to do to her. 

"By the way, I've bought you some chocolate, please accept it and enjoy." She looks flattered and takes the chocolate- I have given her chocolate on purpose- because I have a theory about chocolate, association and the female mind. Chocolate releases pleasure hormones in the brain and helps relax a person, women are emotionally in-touch with themselves and by the simple act of arousing pleasure through chocolate- plus the fact you have made an effort for them, will trigger an association in their mind about me. Her thoughts about me will tie in with the emotions chocolate will arouse and being young, she'll attribute positive feelings to me. I think...

From these positive feeling, we can build-up mutual trust and then she will become mine. Watching her eating the chocolate bar aroused feelings of passion in my pants, but I pretend nothing is happening. But the pleasurable journey is over as quickly as it started, we reach home. 

Couple of Hours Later- Durna is in the living room with friends from college and I am waiting on her dressed in my underwear only. I remain still and silent unless commanded to do or say anything, Durna is trying to act big in-front of her friends. They are taunting and abusing me and Durna is leading them. Her friends are all girls and they are loud and giggle insanely, when I am serving them, my nipples get squeezed and drinks are thrown at my naked upper body. 

Durna: "Number 42, get your cock out! Now!" I drop my underwear and all the girls gasp, except for Durna who laughs. "Come closer," I move closer to her and she grabs my cock and pulls it closer towards her. "My beer could always do with a little extra flavouring." She sticks my cock into her beer and starts tossing me off and within moments, I produce thick cream and the girls all start cheering and Durna starts drinking. Thirsty Slut!!

She finishes her beer , but her raunchy antics are not over. She wants a refill, but not in her glass. She wants to take the re-fill directly from the source. She grabs my penis and starts playing with it.

Durna: "My still thirsty and my breath are going to smell of cum. Fuck it." 

I will admit this, Durna playing with my cock does feel nice and I do welcome a little relief. Her hands are massaging my cock until it grows harder, and then, she opens her mouth and moves my cock towards it. Oh God, I can feel her breath on my cock and it feels as if relief is coming. She slides it in and her teeth scrap my cock as it goes in. 

She looks up at me and starts sucking, making a lot of noise as she does so. Her friends are jeering and taunting. Her wet tongue lick up and down my hardening cock and she is sucking hard and fast. I close my eyes and imagine I am in paradise. She is using her teeth and I will have bite marks, but I don't care. I feel a discharge of hot semen, it flies down Durna's throat and then more comes out. I am filling her up alright and I do not know if I can stop?

I eventually do and Durna mouth is full of cum, but like a trooper, she swallows it all down. 

Durna: "Mmmmm very good Number 42. Now, I want to have some fun. Get onto all fours and stick your butt up in the air!"

A little startled and hesitant, I get onto my arms and knees and stick my butt out. Durna leaves the room for a moment and return with a starpon and lubricant, her friends cheer loudly, she applies the lube to her strapon. The girls are chanting "Revenge" on loop, these girls are possessed. 

I feel the strapon rubbing itself against my outer cheeks and then a sudden painful insertion into my anus. Durna get all the way in and starts humping.

Durna: "Never forget, you're my bitch and I treat you as I please!"

She aggressively fucks my ass and my outer cheeks go red. It's more than painful and I end up crying and begging for leniency. She screams, shouts and yells, and I feel blood coming out of my anus and I am worried my ass will be no more after this. I close my eyes and start thinking of sweet Ayzel.

20 minutes and with my ass no more, Durna withdraws and orders me to get back to work. The rest of the day, I walk with a limp and pretend that nothing happened. 

Few Weeks Later- it's been a difficult, but rewarding few weeks. The abuse has increased both Durna and Nazli beat my daily. It use to be kicks and punches, but now its restraints, whips and sticks and a week ago I was put on a urination diet. For one day, I could only drink the girls' pee and not anything else. They would pee in a dog bowl and I would have to get onto my knees to drink it and they would also pee on my directly. But not Ayzel, she did not partake in the urination fest.

Me and Ayzel have been becoming close, she still doesn't know, what I want to do to her. I've even started rubbing her leg in the car, which she thinks is a normal thing friends do.

A few hours later- I've really fucked everything up, what I didn't tell you earlier, is me and Nazli have been having sex for the last few weeks. I had no choice, she's been demanding it and she controls me. Anyway, Nazli announced she is pregnant at breakfast today and, yes, I am the father. This complicates matters. 

But what I did next really fucked things up. I was panicking and then, while cleaning the girls' rooms, I entered Ayzel room and saw her standing there. We started talking and she told me I had to stop touching her and she now knew what it meant. She told me that I am going to marry her mother and we are going to live like a normal family. She then turned away from me and started to walk and I tried to stop her and I grabbed her.

I squeezed her tight and she begged me to stop. I closed my eyes and smelled her in and I couldn't control myself. I stuck my hand down her jeans and panties, and stuck my finger up her pussy and began fingering her. She was crying, wailing and begging me to stop. I couldn't and for five-minutes I was fingering her. I eventually withdrew my finger and noticed it was covered in blood. It then dawned on me, what I had done.

But I did not stop there. I wanted to get away from this place and I still wanted Ayzel and so I held her down. But I did not deflower her then, I forced her to her feet and marched her to the bathroom and forced her to take some extra strong knock out pills, which have been used on me in the past. When she was knocked out, I dragged her to the car and am now driving around with her in the back. 

This is bad, very bad. I am driving out of town and hope to check into a motel, so I can finish the job and I don't expect to survive this. A motel emerges and I quickly pull in, I rent out a room for the night. I move the unconscious Ayzel into the room and wait for her to come two. 

She is waking up and see me and screams. 

Ayzel: "What's going on? What are you doing? Don't hurt me!"

"Hurt you? Oh Ayzel, I could never do that. I love you and you love me. Admit it."

Ayzel: "What the fuck are you talking about? I don't love you."

"Stop it. That's not you speaking, it's Nazli and Durna who have turned you against me."

Ayzel: " I like you, but I don't love you."

I move in and start kissing Ayzel on the lips. She kisses back, which tell me that she does have feeling for me, but can't admit it. Maybe only sexual and not romantic, but I will take that. It's time to deflower her.

I slide my tongue into her mouth and try to reach her throat. I am ripping her clothes off and soon she is naked and so am I. Before me lies ultimate paradise. I slide my cock into her pussy, which is incredibly tight and almost doesn't go in. I push myself in and Ayzel is screaming her lungs out, but I get inside her. 

The room temperature saws and I am sweating like a pig, but hard penetration takes place nonetheless. I am kissing and eating young Ayzel and fucking her pussy good. The springs in the bed and violently shaking and Ayzel seems to be groaning and screaming with pleasure. 




American Muslims Pt. 04



I'm really stretching her and unlike most guys, I can last for 45 minutes. I want to use all my sperm on her, I want to run out of juice. I fuck her aggressively, I take no prisoners and I can feel cum dripping out. I am going to climax inside her, I feel it, I feel It, I feel it...ahhhhhh yes. I'm cumming, and cumming heavily. Life can't get any better than this.

Suddenly, the door is kicked open and armed men run in, I soon realise it's the police. I am thrown off Ayzel and handcuffed naked. With force I am taken away. My whole life ended on this day. And I doubt I will ever get it back. But Ayzel was worth it.



American Muslims Pt. 05



Note to Reader: Batool Naifeh, otherwise known as the Devil's Whore, is a woman of stark contradictions. Her name, Batool, which means Ascetic Virgin or someone who withdraws from worldly pleasures in pursuit of spiritualism, is reflective of her strict Kuwaiti Salafist Muslim family, whose values she still holds dear. She is not a 'rebel' and is a woman who seeks religious piety, but being a flawed person succumbs to worldly pleasures. During her adolescence, she had visions of the devil and rumours persisted of an intimate relationship between the two, something she denies, but follows her nonetheless. A beautiful girl with bronzed skin, big green eyes, white hijab, jeans, round butt and slender body, she stands out. Coming to America to further her medical studies, she finds great temptation and stumbles upon an underworld of publicly pious Muslim girls who secretly run a sex dungeon with American men. Enjoy

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The Devil's Whore, that's what they call me. I was a naïve girl when I first encountered him, I was playing in a field, when I started to hear voices whispering in my ear. At first, I couldn't understand the words were backwards and the voice was like nothing I had ever encountered. I was scared and began screaming, I thought a Jin (Spirit) was taking over my body, I couldn't move and felt paralysed. I then saw a boy emerge in the field, but I couldn't see his face, because he was so far away. He was drawing closer, but I could tell there was something unusual about him. He was humming an innocent tune, but the more he hummed, the more sinister it began to sound. 

Echoes rang around in my head, and I began to feel itching in my feet and legs, I look down and red marks appear. I look up again and the boy's face becomes clearer, but when it does, it becomes obvious he is no boy. His face is wrinkled, ugly, dirty, white and old looking, he looks up and his eyes are red and he has no eye-brows. He then speaks, "Shamota (Whore), you are going to become a slave of the flesh, imprisoned by carnal desires. The purity of your family name and your ancestors, will be destroyed on the night of your first penetration. Women are the key to lineage, they embody and reflect the men in their life, and they give birth to the next generation. They are the creators of nations, but when you open your legs, a new nation shall be born. A nation of fire, which will enflame the old nation, who's people will be eradicated by fire."

I want to speak, but am crippled by fear and I broke into a cold sweat. I also feel really cold and shudder, his voice is like none of which, I have heard before. He speaks again, "There will come a day when Arabs leave the desert and build tall towers. There will come a time when nakedness will be public, children will disobey their parents. The slave will give birth to the master. A time when mountains will move. A time when men and women will be confused for one another and that time will be the 'hour', the last hour. But I am not talking about the end times, I am talking about the end of you. Your hijab will be replaced with the mini-skirt, your medical text books with debaucheries magazines, your piety with lust and your mind with irrational desires. The appearance of the half-man, half-pig, will set you on the path to annihilation."

The ghoulish figure points to something behind me, "He is here." I feel my body and head turning, but I am not in control of myself, some external forces turned me. A sinister figure appears, he smiles, but has no teeth. I faint and wake up a while later and everything is normal. The truth is I am still not sure what happened, I am not even sure if it did happen. But rumours spread by my friends went around, and I earned the nickname, 'The Devil's whore.' I hate the name, but because of the rumours, I decided to become more devout. I was sent to the doctor, but there were no signs of epilepsy or any psychological condition. My parents put it down to my over-active imagination, but it was while I was with the doctor that I decided to become one. 

There is something else, I remember that around the same time, I went onto my father's computer and I think I stumbled upon images of naked woman, but I can't remember. Sometimes, I remember being aroused at these sexual images, but other times I think I was horrified and not aroused. Sometimes, I imagine myself touching my private parts while looking at the pictures, but I would always push the thoughts out of my head. I sometimes think the images of large penises, cream faced blondes and penetration are imprinted into my brain and that if we invent technology to look into the human mind, they will see these images in my head. I sometimes think we humans have minds, which are spiritual and extend beyond our biological brain, and they connect to other people's minds. But this worries me, because others will be able to see my dirty thoughts. 

I pray a lot, even more than five times a day, because I want to change my mind and remove these perverted thoughts. I don't want to be a slut, I want to only enjoy the fruits of erotica, once I am married to a pious Muslim man. But if I am to get there, I must, "Burn the fat from my soul," as Ernest Hemingway said. My family is a good family and I do not want to dishonor them, my father is an architect and my mother teaches in the university. Besides, I know little about sex, and what I do know comes from medical text books. 

A few years have passed and I am now ready to study in America, I have proven myself honorable through hard work at school and my religious activities. I have organised female religious study and pray sessions. I have also equipped myself against evil and temptation by studying Islamic holy texts and learning how to recite important religious verses. Some people still whisper about me being the devil's whore, but through my association with Sheikh Al-Hamadi and his foundations, I've managed to prevent the rumours from spreading further and have protected my reputation. Without this, I would be unable to go to America.

It's a long flight to New York, but as soon as I landed, I automatically felt like a fish out of water. The place terrifies me and I couldn't wait to get out of the airport and to my apartment. But my first night in New York was not good, I had a pounding headache and when I went to sleep, I heard whisperings inside my own head. I couldn't tell if it was a dream or not, but I hadn't felt this sensation since my encounter with HIM. I spend the next few days avoiding eye-contact with people and I felt incredibly alone. I realized, I was in a new place and no-one cared for me here. 

But that all changed on the day my lectures started. Sitting eating lunch and I am approached by a fellow student. She has a huge smile on her face and she walks over too me. 

Noor: "Hi, you where in my physiology class, right?" 

"Hiya, yes I was. My name is Batool and your name is?"

Noor: "My name is Noor, may I take a seat?" 

Noor looks like an Arab and has an Arabic name, but speaks with an American accent. She has light brown skin, dark hair and eyes and quite slender. She wears normal Western clothes and does not wear the headscarf or Hijab.

"Sure, please take a seat."

Noor: "Thanks," she takes a seat and places her lunch on the desk. "So Batool, where are you from?"

"I am from Kuwait, just arrived in the United States. What about you? You look Arab, but sound American?" Noor smiles and her perfect white teeth are on display.

Noor: "I was born in Iraq, but my family came to the United States when I was 2. So I was raised here."

Crap an Iraqi!! Kuwait does not have good relations with Iraq, they invaded and occupied our country in 1990. Some of my uncles were rounded and murdered by the Iraqi regime, when they took over. Since then, my family has not liked Iraqis and I grow up hating them, but Noor seems to sweet. She doesn't seem like the monster, that my family painted Iraqis to be. I wonder what her family did during the war? Noor notices a look of hesitation on my face and quickly guesses, what I must be thinking. 

Noor: "Hey, relax. My family had nothing to do with Saddam, we suffered under him too. My family fled Iraq in 1991; my father was involved in the uprising."

Silently embarrassed, "Oh no no, I wasn't thinking about the war." Crap she not only knows what I am thinking, but she is also Shia. The Salafi school, I adhere too, regards Shias to be heretics who worship idols. Also in Kuwait, we regard Arab Shia to be Iranian agents and we regularly refer to them as Safawi or Ajami. Safawi , means anti-Arab and anti-Sunni, Persian Imperialists and is named after the Safavid dynasty that ruled Iran in the 16th century. Ajami , is a slur, which means foreigner and a Persian. I better change the topic quickly before any of this slip out of my mouth.

"So what did you think of class today, I think the course is going to be difficult."

Noor: "Whoof..I think we are going to have our work cut out..but..we should study together and maybe we can help each other pass."

"Yeah, I would like that."

This feels like the start of a friendship, although I am silently suspicious of her, because we are taught that Shias are tricksters. But if this is genuine friendship, then maybe, I can bring her over to the right path. A few weeks pass, and we have started to develop a real friendship, but she has done things, which I find truly shocking. Her family are not very religious, and back in high school, she drank, smoked and dated boys. But in the few weeks that I was getting to know her, I no longer hear the whispers, and I have a feeling that we met each other for a reason. I am here to save her from the devil. 

A few months have passed and I am doing very well in my studies. Me and Noor have become so close, that we are like sisters, I've also gotten to know a few other Muslim girls at the college. Noor pulls me aside- one day.

Noor: "Hey, you know we've been studying so hard and I feel we need a little break. Some of the girls and I, are heading out to this place and I wanted to know if you would join us?"

"Sure, why not. What's this place."

Noor: "It's a surprise. But meet me around 8."

"Okay, I guess, I will see you at 8."

Something didn't seem right, but I couldn't place my finger on it. As soon as I left Noor, I felt whispering in my head again and I couldn't concentrate. I run home and try praying and when that does not work, I try to phone my Sheikh back in Kuwait. We speak and he reassures me and I calm down and the voices stop. 

A few hours pass and I am now ready to meet Noor and I am feeling calm. I leave my apartment and head towards the subway, where I meet Noor. When I arrive at the subway stop, Noor is standing there with a handsome, tall and blonde American man. Noor looks excited to see me and runs over to give me a hug and introduces me. 

Noor: "Batool this is Alex, he's at the college to. He's studying Biology and the Human anatomy, I've told him all about you."

Alex: "Batool it's a pleasure."

I am a little confused, but go along with it. We all get onto the subway to meet the others and I learn about Alex. He's doing his PhD. on cell re-generation of the heart muscles, we get through half the conversation about his research, when he drops the bomb shell. He told me, that as well as mice, he has worked on pigs hearts. I suddenly feel very uneasy and my head starts to spin. But I quickly snap out of it and try to convince myself, that I am reading too much into it. 

We arrive at the place, which looks like a deserted building from the outside, but as soon as we enter, we see a sign which reads, "All work and no play make Fatima a dull girl." I have no idea what's going on, but we enter through the door and there are an additional three doors. The doors are black and unwelcoming and I am terrified. But Noor insist, I go through the first door marked 'Mabus.' 

Opening the door, I encounter a set of stairs, which leads into a sub-terrain world, that resembles a medieval dungeon. Groans and cries come upwards and I want to run away and yet I feel compelled to enter. I take a few steps in and the door slams shut behind me. I turn back to the door and try to open it- but there is no luck. I do, the only thing I can, I head down the stairs. The stairs spirals downwards and there are a serious of quotes appears on the walls. 

One reads, "Mabus, the one who abuses themselves." Another reads, "A great civilization is not conquered from without until it has destroyed itself from within." The next one reads, "Oh Lord, my hunger knows no bound." These statements are chilling, but I feel a energy or force, physically guiding me down the stairs. 

I get to the bottom of the stairs and I am shocked by what I see, but I can't walk away. I see Muslim girls, wearing Hijabs, engaged in various sexual activities. A group of Hijabis, are sitting on a couch, but they have no pants or underwear on. They are all masturbating, some are rubbing their clits and others are using dildos as masturbation aides. They are all staring forward, in-front of them there is a glass screen and I wonder down towards the couch. I then look to see what the girls are looking at. 

Behind the screen, there is a room. Two Muslim girls wearing black Hijabs, dressed in skin tight latex outfits and high heels are beating up a white American man, who is completely naked. They are kicking him, punching him, forcing him to lick their boots. They stop torturing him from time to time, to play with his cock, when they feel kind they start sucking it. And stick needles through it, when they are not. Above the screen the words "The First Horseman" is marked. I try to resist, but I can't bring myself to turn away, in-truth, I'm a little turned on. 

The girls on the couch are screaming, crying and yelling and I can smell cum. I move away from them and I see another couch with more Muslim girls sitting on it, looking at a different screen. I move towards them and the room they are looking into has a pole and a hijabi wearing stripper is dancing of it. A group of guys are in-front of her and they are sticking money down her underwear. I keep moving and I see wall to wall orgies taking places. Every excess you can imagine. It's like a sexual Babylon or better yet the Apocalypse has happened and we are living among the doomed. 

I arrive at the last two windows, and I see, Noor dressed as a doctor with a naked patient and she appears to be sowing his penis up. Suddenly, Alex appears from behind me and he places his arms around my body.

Alex: "Guess who?"

"What is going on? Why are we here? What is this place?"

Alex: "Well, you are in the dark pleasurdome. This was set up as a space for Muslim girls, who are horny and what to explore their sexuality, in a non-judgemental place. They come here, because they desire American men, but don't know how to explore these links. Noor set this place-up and she told me you are still a virgin. Thus she brought you here and too me. She loves you and wants to help you, and thought, this was the best place. She thinks you are a sexual person, but are too afraid to explore, that's why I am here. I'm the virginity loss expert, I have helped 15 Muslim girls lose their virginities and now I am here to help you lose yours." 

I am shocked, but compelled and I start hearing laughter in my head. I give him my hand and he leads me into a room. Through the screen, I can see a group of Muslim girls taking a seat on the couch; they are going to watch me lose my virginity. 

Alex's starts kissing me. He slides his tongue into my mouth and pushes it down my throat, I start choking, but I am enjoying it. His breath smells minty, our tongue enters into a dance, his tongue is wet and my mouth is salivating. At this moment, I forget all religious teaching and can only think of lust and flesh. I feel myself transforming, I'm becoming an animal. I want him.

Licking and sucking my tongue, my eyes grow wide and I can feel my nipples growing hard. Our two bodies are pressed against one another and I can feel growth in his crotch area pressing against me. He pushes my mouth off his, looks into my eyes and then places his hand on top of my head and pushes my head downwards. I've never done this before and yet I feel like I know what to do. He stops pushing me in-front of his crotch area.

I lick my lips in anticipation, I know what is coming next. He unzips and a big cock flies out, it so huge and monstrous. Thick, wide and long, with a foreskin covering the tip. I lean forward and kiss the tip, before massaging it with my fingers. I push back the foreskin and start licking and kissing his dick, which is aggressive and drooling looking. 

I spit on his cock and rub the spit in, he closes his eyes and groans, before looking back down at me. I look up at him with my big green eyes. I then insert his cock into my mouth and start sucking him off. I even manage to deep-throat, he throat fuck me. I feel like he's going to rip my throat into two pieces and massive lumps in my throat appear. 

I suck him off for 10 minutes, before he withdraws his cock. I stand up and he pushes me into what looks like a dentist's chair. He opens my legs and pulls down my pants and panties. I feel the air breezing on my pussy, I look left and see the group of Muslim girls watching me and masturbating and they seems to be really getting into it. 

Alex: "Muslim girls, sure do love American men."

"Yes we do."

The room temperature is soaring and I break into a sweat, I can't believe a guy is looking at my pussy and seems to like what he sees. Alex bends down, he blow air onto my outer lips and then kisses my outer lips. I didn't realize it until this moment, but my outer lips are quite sensitive and very tender. Alex kisses gently once and then twice, before he break out in a fit of kisses, which send my body into an excitable mood. 

But at this moment an apparition appears, he is ghoulish looking, and not to dissimilar to the beast I saw as a child. He smiles and I smile back, "It has begun. A whore is born. Reality has turned on its head and now the final phase has started." The ghoul says. 

Alex is licking me out, his tongue has declared war on my womanhood, teasing my lips and making me moist. He slurps, swallows, bites and repeats and I feel an almighty sense of pleasure, I am in orgasm mode. I can't wait until he liberates me from the burden of virginity. Alex finished licking me off and stands upright. He has paid homage to my pussy long enough.

"Come on big boy, I have waited long enough. I want it and I want it now." I scream out at the top of my lungs. Alex opens my legs wider and smiles, he pauses for a moment, then pulls his cock towards my outer lips. There he rests them. 

The ghoul speaks, "Yes, the old you will die when he enters. Your ancestry has been violated and your family's good name has vanished. This is the apocalypse- the word apocalypse- does not mean the end of the world. It means the end of the old world and the birth or re-birth of the new. A new world, where the Arab woman enters into whoredom and you're our Trojan horse. You will lead thousands down this path and will help implant within their bellies the seeds of this new nation. Now, we have a hand full, but you will bring in thousands. Enjoy."

Alex stops smiling and shoves his meat load into my pussy, pushing past the lips, which feels painful, but I am grateful he's doing it. I see it all before me the mission I am destined to lead. Alex's screams loudly and manages to get most of his monster inside me. He leans forward and kisses me and then starts to motion his hips. Slowly, he moves in and out and then speeds up and goes faster and faster. 

I close my eyes and image myself in a garden, Alex starts pounding and I feel my pussy really open up and stretch. So this is what sex feels like, I could get use to this! Moaning, groaning and screaming to the top of his lungs, Alex is truly committed to this mission. I scream and cry and pleasure mode is fully operational. I want his cum so bad...




American Muslims Pt. 05



"Fill me up!! I want your dirty infidel seed implanted in me. I want your infidel child, I want to feel it grow inside me." I have no idea what I am saying.

Alex pounds harder and harder, the chair rocks violently and feels like it will break. Our sweaty bodies exchange fluids- but cum is yet to come. Suddenly, I feel a sense of pleasure as my body releases fluid, which rests on Alex's dick. He is pounding me so hard that you can hear my internal juices shaking violently. 

I open my eyes and stare down at my ripping apart pussy and thought it good. Alex screams even louder than before, his face is red and he looks like a man trying to get something out of himself. Suddenly, I feel his warm jizz trickling out of his cock and into my pussy. He's cumming and he likes to cum hard. He pulls his cock out of my pussy and tell me to get on my knees. 

I am on my knees, still wearing my hijab, Alex stand over me and I look up at him with my big green eyes. Hot spunk flies out of his cock and hits me in the eye, which stings and turn my eye red. But there's no time to linger, his cum is coming thick and fast. Within seconds my face disappears underneath a thick layer of white cum. I try to swallow all of it and aim not to waist a drop. 

We are both done and I clean myself off and get ready again. I leave knowing my new destiny, one of which, I am no longer afraid.



American Muslims Pt. 06



Note to Reader: The following tale is centred on the Al-Nablusi family, who are Palestinian-Americans, and it follows them on a journey through love, sex, spirituality, tradition versus modernity. The father Faris Al-Nablusi, whose family originate from Nablus in the West Bank but he was born in Haifa, is a professor of Cognitive and Neuroscience at Berkeley and has been granted tenure. His wife Samira Hamoudi, who is from Nazareth, and is a lecturer of comparative literature at Berkeley- they have three children together. Two daughters Yasmin and Lina and one son Yacoub. 

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Faris told himself that he was okay and he could handle it, but upon entering his local connivances store and heading towards the magazine stack, he suddenly felt a rush of nerves. His heart was beating so fast that he was afraid it was going to jump out of his chest, his brow was sweating excessively. Be careful, he thought, people around him might become suspicious and call the police. 

He finally reaches the magazine stack and although he doesn't want to look, he fights with himself and forces himself to scan the shelf. And there he sees it. 

Samira settle down at her desk and like Faris is quite tense, but being stronger than Faris, remains composed and calm. She is able to deal with the staff in her usual manner, she turn her computer on and scans the desk and sees it sitting there. 

Lina who is visiting her older sister Yasmin wakes up and heads out of Yasmin's apartment and heads downstairs to pick up the mail. While scanning Yasmin's box's she sees it has arrived, she quickly grabs it and runs back up to the apartment to show Yasmin. 

Faris stares at the fashion magazine and does feel a little embarrassed, he picks a copy up and goes to the check-out to purchase a copy. He then heads out to his car and once inside, removes the magazine from the bag. A woman with smooth, light olive skin with a glow and wet light brown hair stands on a beach. She is topless and using her hands is pushing her breasts together and covering them. Her black leather shorts are all the way up, but they are unzipped and you can make out fate lines of her underwear. Her high heel leather boots looks authoritative. 

Samira flips through the pages until she reaches the spread, the same model in a series of different poses and an interview to accompany it. The first page contains images of her naked in a bathtub, with the high rising bubbles obscuring her naked flesh, except for her head and shoulders and the end of her legs. The model answers question about her wardrobe and favourite food.

Yasmin rushes out and along with Lina starts to go through the magazine. Images of the model sampling bikinis and swimwear- but of particular interest- is the massive black and white poster of the model wear leather shorts, but with her back turned away from the camera. Her round butt sticks out, but her head is facing the camera and she is sniffing her finger. The phone rings and Yasmin goes to pick it up.

"Hello." A brief pause.

"Hi, how are you? I'm good, very good. Did you see it? How do I look? Do you like it? I know I am so happy with the way it turned out, I was worried it would be horrible, but they were very professional and got me looking my best." While Yasmin talks away on her phone, Lina continues to look through the magazine pictures of her sister. She has finally made it. 

Faris looks at the pictures and feels his heart sinking, how did it come to this? His beloved daughter, bright and intelligent, who had been brought up in a rational, liberal and accepting household, naked in a magazine for thousands of cretins to gawp at. This was not the American Dream, Faris had dreamed of for his daughter and yet he was responsible for creating this situation. In truth, the day Yasmin had told him, that she wanted to become a model triggered an emotional response and a longing in him. Faris had left Haifa as a young man and was happy to do so. But now, he felt, as if he had abandoned his culture and tradition by leaving and Yasmin's public nakedness was a reflection of her rootlessness. 

The seeds the gardener sows eventually grow, but when planted away from its natural soil, the plant may never grow. The earth is sacred, the soil is spiritual and the land is wise and this gives root to morality. The land remember those who have trod on it in the past and its experiences give rise to tradition, which is passed onto future gardeners, and for the gardener the land gives a sense of connection to the past and timeless wisdom, that is the basis of spirituality. Each gardener leaves a presences and this presence stands in defiance of temporal modernity and dialectical materialism. Indeed the land is a connection between the physical and the metaphysical, between the material and antimatter; it's a space where the divine and profane come together. 

Thus the land creates a space of equilibrium, but when Faris left the land is search of a new field, this equilibrium was disrupted. Tradition died and a grave in-balance ensued, the act of leaving was an exogenous moment or a moment when the cycle of life was disrupted and Yasmin's nakedness was the result of the imbalance of the new cycle in the new land. Yasmin's world is the material without the spiritual, her world sees eroticism stripped of its metaphysical forms and prizes nudity and orgasm above intellectual satisfaction. Sex is a physical act and is about instant pleasure and gratification, her world is one of hedonism and sees pleasure as the only virtue. Nakedness provides quick pleasure, so what's wrong with it?

Yasmin is gossiping very loudly, "Oh that guy. He's such an ass, I mean really. He struts around like he's got a large one, but in reality, he may as well be a eunuch. When he pulled it out, I was so disappointed and I was like, how am I gonna orgasm with that tiny thing? I don't even think he can reach very far into me. Anyways, I was a trooper and I faked it."

For Lina, her sister's sexual confidence paled in-compassion to her own inexperience, for Lina was still a virgin. Lina had a boyfriend called Max, who was the stereotype alpha male jock, but for the fact they had never slept together was the only affront to his image. Lina was no prude, but did not like the mechanical, heartless and pornographized sexuality, that Yasmin's sex life seems to represent. Lina likes Max's muscular body and masculine image, but she wants deep and meaningful sex and not to be a procreation machine that churns out babies. 

Indeed, Lina recalls an essay she wrote in creative writing class called 'deflowered', in-which she imagines a series of scenarios in-which she loses her virginity. Although told through the first person, each scenario entails a different guy and different situation, in-which Lina loses her virginity. The stories embody real women's experiences with virginity loss, which Lina picked up from friends and the internet and the essay was an attempt to embody these different experiences and women, through the prism of Lina's own body. Physically Lina is yet to be deflowered, but psychologically she has been deflowered many times. 

Samira tries to look at the positives of her daughters public lewdness, she has inherited her families good genes and by taking part in such pictures. She is defying both the Orientalist stereotype of the formless, passive and voiceless Arab woman, who is often depicted by wearing the veil in contemporary American society. And she is defying the ancient customs and precepts of Mediterranean, Middle Eastern, Asiatic and Levantine culture and asserting her individuality. This attitude of individuals don't exist, only collectives exist, is a world view more keenly felt in rural towns and villages. 

Often Western feminism misunderstands the attitudes of immigrants from the Levant, they often argue that everything from 'honor crimes' and enforced chastity of women is rooted in the Patriarchical notion of ownership. Women are property, but the trouble with this concept is that it's rooted in ancient Roman and old European culture before the arrival of Christianity. The 'civilised' Romans weren't sure if women were full human beings and quite often classed them as higher forms of cattle. It was only the arrival of religions like Christianity and Islam that these attitudes changed- because both holy books- talked extensively about women, which was unheard of at the time. 

By talking about them they were implying female humanity, which flew in the face of the cattle theory, and this gave them seats at the table. The real debate between Feminism and religion in the modern period, is should women enjoy an equal number of seats at the table and how much should their voices be heard. The attitudes of people from the rural Levant is that the individual does not exist, my children are me and I am my grandfather, we identify as family units. Thus, if my son and daughter do bad, than I have done bad and their crimes are my crimes and I share in their guilt. 

Collectivised thinking is how people who live in harsh conditions survive and it allows for order to form for people on the edge of existence. Hence why 'honor' crimes happen, people of the edge of existence cannot afford 'weak chains', and one person can disrupt the fragile order established and it's the duty of the family unit to police its own members. Individuality and human rights are really only established after long-term stability and general formed in urban and not rural settings. Yasmin was thus striking a blow for feminism and the modern Arab woman, Samira concluded. 

"Yeah, yeah. OMG, he's so hot... " Yasmin says, "Madeline had him and says he has a very messy cock. I could drool over a cock like that for hours. Speaking of which, today, I am going to the set of his new song. Yep... I am dancing in his music video and I heard that he likes to engage in orgies, after shooting his videos. Can you image? All I am saying is that if we do it, I am filming it. Okay, I gotta go, bye, bye... xxxxx" 

Yasmin hangs up and heads into the bathroom to get ready, Lina is left to pounder, is Yasmin what she will become? Perhaps she should do it with Max and see what happens? 

Yacoub strokes his beard and looks embarrassed in-front of his friend, Brother Omar, but Omar gives him a reassuring look. 

"Listen Yacoub, you are a diligent and pious brother and you are not to blame for your sister's lecherous behaviour. Yes, her pictures are designed to weaken the hearts of the faithful, spread Finta (Sedition) and promote Zina (Fornication), but her actions are the result of having no Emaan (Faith) and she know not of what she has done. But the person to blame is your father and not you. Daughters often reflect the hypocrisies of the father, your father is an empty materialist, an Atheist." 

"That's why I left home and came to join you and the Hizb (Party), I wanted to get away from the false ideology of vanity and self-destruction. I wanted to be a Muslim." Yacoub responds to a smiling Omar.

"Try not to be too harsh on your father either; he's the product of our failing culture and the assault on our Ummah (Community). There was an Oxford don, whose name I have forgotten, who once wrote a work about the Muslim world in the 1940's. He claimed Islam would present the world with its greatest challenge. You see countries like China, India and others do not challenge the hegemony of Western ideas. They accept the West is superior and try to emulate it- but Islam- present a challenge to this. Islam is true because it's the ultimate truth and being the ultimate truth means it cannot be second to anything, but the West wants the rest of the world to accept defeat and hold their ideas up as ultimate truth."

Omar pauses for a moment and takes a sip of tea and Yacoub looks at his friend enthralled. Finally, Omar restarts his lecture.

"Now the dispute within the Muslim community was how best to uphold our ultimate truth in the face of Western colonial aggression. And this Oxford Scholar said the Muslims would fall into one of two categories, Accomidationalists and Rejectionists. The Accomidationalists are worshipers of modern science and technology and they sought to attest Islam's truthfulness through the prism of western ideas and science and arguing they were in fact Islamic ideas. Rejectionalists are of course the polar opposite of this- and your father is from the accomidationalist position and this has turned him into an Atheist."

Yacoub nods and feels he is about to be imparted with some great wisdom. 

"But the trouble with both position is they are reactionary ones. Both approaches are wrong, which is why the Hizb exists. The Trouble began in 1258 when the Mongol invaders sacked Baghdad and the gates to Istihad or independent reasoning were closed. Muslims societies went into intellectual shut down and they began arguing, we don't need new ideas, everything has been solved and thus all we need to do is re-affirm the old ideas. That was the beginning of our decline and it meant the Muslim world had no real response to the shock of the West centuries later. The Hizb aims to re-open the gates to Istihad and allow Muslims to create their alternative to the West, The Accomidationalists and Rejectionists and to end the reactionaries."

Omar lets the point sink in for a moment before imparting on his last point. 

"What each Muslim must do is rediscover ideology and this begins with you questioning the relationship between the autonomous self, society and the universe and coming to an enlightened view of how it works and what governs the spaces between it. You're in the process of reawakening the faith, and once you have done so, you'll be transformed into a shaper of life rather than shaped by life and then you can give Dawa (Inviting to faith), to both your sisters."

Yasmin comes out of the dressing room and heads for the set. Dressed in high heel leather boots, netted stockings, black latex shorts and latex LAPD top with sunglasses and police hat, Yasmin's excited by todays shoot. She will have several changes in latex outfits today, including Nazi SS uniform, nurse's uniform, nun outfit and a few others. Staring in a hip-hop video is big in itself, but staring in a hip-hop and heavy metal collaboration is huge. Yasmin licks her lips and thinks of all the cocks she sucked to get here. She also knows she might be involved in a gangbang later and is prepared for it. She packed some toys, condoms and lubricant in her bag.

Yasmin walks onto set and all the guys in the cast and crew notice her and some of the performers encircle her. 

"Wow... nice." One says.

"Awesome," says another.

One of the rappers walks up to her, "Hey baby, that booty smokin, I have a big friend that would like to get stuck into that."

Yasmin smiles, she can feel the testosterone in the room and can't wait to see where all of this will lead. "Steady on guys, I am a professional and do not put out." Yasmin says in a teasing tone. "Besides, I'm not sure you guys can handle me? It takes more than talk to satisfy a girl like me."

"Woohooo, nice," the group all say. One of the heavy metal rockers walks over to Yasmin and starts checking her out by eyeing her up and down and mentally undressing her. 

"God you're gorgeous and hot! You look exotic too, where are you from?"

"My family are from Palestine, but I was born and raised here. I'm American."

One of the rappers turns around and says, "Where's that? Like Latin America?"

The heavy metal rocker interjects, "No, she means Israel. Are you Jewish?"

Yasmin feels a little uncomfortable but responds, "No, I'm Palestinian Arab from a Muslim family, but I'm an Atheist." She says nervously.

The heavy metal rock says, "Oh, I'm Jewish your are not gonna throw a rock at me or anything?"

But before Yasmin can answer this awkward question one of the rappers intercedes, "Mmmm... Arab ha? Does your family know you are here, can't you like be stoned to death for dressing like a nympho? But don't worry, I'll protect you from them, I always look after sexy girls."

Luckily, the director walks onto set and the inquisition is broken up. Everyone gets into position and Yasmin tries to regain her composure. They are just ill-informed, ignorant and confused young men, they shall not ruin the day. Besides they are kinda hot, Yasmin thinks. 

Meanwhile, Faris goes to have lunch with Samira and he is understandably irritable, this will be the first time the couple have met since Yasmin's pictures were published. Faris arrives at the restaurant and Samira is already seated, they briefly embrace, before both taking a seat. Faris ponders through the wine list and is taking his time, because he knows what will happen after he orders, there will be a big talk about Yasmin. 

The music video shoot is going very well, Yasmin looks incredibly hot and is turning everyone on. Each artists eyes the prize up, what a fine treat she'll make and she will be a reward for the groups hard work. 

"Cut, that's a wrap. Coagulations everyone, we did it." The director says.

"Wooww... fellas, now it's time to really party." One of the rappers shouts.

"We've set up a large room for you guys to relax and have a good time in." One female assistant informs the group. 

Yasmin is a little exhausted, but that's nothing a little drink and perhaps some marijuana can't fix. She might even be persuaded into taking some crack too. Yasmin is a party girl and came to do just that. Before Yasmin heads to the large room, she approaches one of the female assistants. 

"Hi, Mary is it?"

"Yes, what can I do for you Yasmin?"

"Well I am providing the group's after video shoot entertainment. A few other girls are too and I was wondering- it might be great- if someone could film the entire event? For posterity, you understand."

"I do."

Yasmin slips 50 bucks into Mary the assistant's hand, "Thanks and make sure I get a copy."

Back at the restaurant the couple have ordered and Samira turns to Faris and says, "You're late!" Faris tries to duck and dive and divert the discussion that will follow. 

"Ahhh time, what is time? Philosopher and Physicists have debated that question since time immemorial, Philosophers might contest that time is an illusion or a product of the human imagination and does not exist outside our own mind. Of course Physicists contest that time does exist but as Einstein has shown us time is relative. In the famous Hafele-Keating experiment, they took four cesium-beam atomic clocks aboard a commercial airliners, which flew twice around the world and when they finished flying around the world they compared the other clocks at the United States Naval Observatory and found they all had different times to one another- even though they were in perfect sync at the start of the experiment proving special relativity in time."

Samira looks unimpressed at Faris's attempts to avoid the issue and fixes him with a glare in the hope he will get the message. Faris does, but continues in the vain hope of diverting from the topic all together. 

"Now from theoretical Physics, we know the time is not a straight line, but is in fact a bunch of squiggly lines. So what are the squiggly lines of which time consists of? It's light, because light travels at a constant speed and we know of no element that travels faster than the speed of light. Although having said that there are some interesting studies on light slowing down and also I am a huge fan of the theory of wormholes, which are tiny pockets or holes in our universe and if we discover technology or elements that can travel through it, than time travel becomes possible."

Samira finally snaps, "Are you trying to tell me you want to travel back in time, to prevent your daughter from appearing nude in a fashion magazine?"




American Muslims Pt. 06



"Oh that's below the belt even for you! I was talking about time not our daughter. Speaking of which, this brings me to the ancients' concept of time. If you remember in December 2012 people thought the world was coming to an end, because of the end of the Mayan calendar. In fact this was based on a mistaken assumption about how Mayan culture worked, the Mayans viewed everything in-terms of cycles, everything had its own cycle. They use to create hundreds of different calendars for different things, they did not have one calendar, in-which they plotted all things. Years as we would have them, did not exist for them, now we don't know what the calendar that ended in 2012 was for?"

Samira snaps again, "Stop it. Your obviously disturbed by the magazine shoot otherwise you would not be trying to distract from the issue like this. But being you, you can't handle anything that is real and so go off into your little version of the quantum universe. You were never able to deal with anything difficult. Remember when I caught Yasmin masturbating over a pornographic magazine when she was a teenager? You refused to talk to her and instead tried to bury yourself in your work. You are afraid of what she has become!"

Faris pauses for a moment and looks sad, "The reason why the Mayan calendar ended is because their culture did not survive and they could not make more calendars. There were 100 million native people in the Americas, before the Europeans settled and 70 years after they first started settling, 98 million native people had died mostly from diseases the Europeans had brought over, in addition to combat with the Europeans. One of the main means of passing on diseases was fornication and now I fear a cultural disease has spread into our daughter's body through fornication and threatens to erode our culture too." 

Yasmin looks around the room at all the cast, crew and extra guys and girls brought in for the party. Wall to wall drugs, alcohol and fornication, the air is thick with lust and the smell of cum. Yasmin is greatly aroused and drinking heavily, when the Jewish rocker who earlier confronted her, approaches. He's intoxicated and comes to sit down next to Yasmin. 

"Hey, Yasmin. I'm sorry about confronting your earlier and I didn't mean to offend you."

"No, not all I... ," but before Yasmin can finish her sentence, he launches into a drunken sob story.

"Please call me Josh... , the truth is I've been struggling with my Jewish heritage since I was a teenager. You know despite not being religious, I am circumcised and it has caused me great emotional pain. I feel like my penis was mutilated and I also feel like I am unable to satisfy a woman." Josh starts sobbing, Yasmin does not know what to do and so hugs Josh. 

"God, you so beautiful and hot. I would love to spill my Jewish seed over a Palestinian girl." Josh says as he recovers from his crying state. Yasmin kisses Josh on the lips in the hope of shutting him up. The seductive olive skinned-Mediterranean beauty slides her pinkish-reddish tongue into Josh's mouth, which causes a sensational feeling and forces his mouth to salivate. Josh responds by pushing his tongue into Yasmin's mouth and the two tongues' enter into a sexy tango like dance. 

"Hey come on guys, I know Yasmin wants to do the group." One of the rappers shouts out. 

"She also wants to try some females first," one of the female groupies cries out. 

Yasmin and Josh stop kissing and Josh smiles, "Good idea. Yasmin should kiss a girl first." 

Two girls' immediately volunteered and Yasmin looks at both, "What's your names?"

A tallish, ebony girl with big green eyes, slender body and large breasts responds, "My name is Jenny." 

The second girl who was a blonde speaks, "My name is Megan."

"Well Jenny and Megan, I have a large appetite. I will have everyone here and still want more. I am hungry and my hunger knows no bound. Get your two sluttly asses over here right now, I am very impatient and need instant gratification." Yasmin says. 

Both Jenny and Megan run over to the couch Yasmin is sitting on. They park themselves either side of her and Yasmin closes examines each girl and licks her lips. "This is gonna be quite a show boys." 

Meanwhile, Yacoub is preparing to give a lecture to a group of new recruits to the Hizb about nationalism, the nation and womanhood. He closes his eyes and tries to imagine what Brother Omar told him. He takes a moment, drinks some water and then stands on stage and starts to deliver his address. 

"Brothers and Sisters, I come to you with a disturbing vision. A vision of our sisters, mothers, daughter and wives, who have lost sense of their own modesty and parade around naked. Their Awrah (Singl) and in some cases Awrat (Plur) exposed, and when I say, Awrah, I don't only mean their intimate or private parts of their body, but also the intimate parts of their mind too."

Yasmin move in to kiss Jenny, the guys are jeering, Yasmin is enjoying the attention and opens her mouth and makes initial contact with Jenny's lips. Jenny's mouth widens and she accepts Yasmin's wet tongue, which slides pass her own tongue and an intimate exchange of oral fluids takes place. Megan strokes Yasmin's hair and pushes it behind her ear as to prevent it from interfering with the smooching. Yasmin places her hand on Megan's leg and gently cresses, her inner thigh and squeezes her knee cap. 

One of the rappers moves over to Megan and stands in-front of her. Megan uses one hand to stroke Yasmin and places the other hand on the rappers crotch area. The Rapper pulls his belt off, unzips his pants and pulls them down. He gradually pulls his underwear down too and reveals a large manhood, which Megan strokes with one hand. Megan takes both of her hands off and grabs Yasmin's stroking hand and places it on the rappers dick. Yasmin feels a hard object on her hand, but is too preoccupied with Jenny's mouth to look and she tosses him off. 

The audience is looking attentively at Yacoub, "We as Muslims understand the importance of womanhood. The foundations of any nation is the mother, because it's the mother that gives life to the child, but more importantly than that, the mother develops a unique bond with the child. The message the mother gives to the child, the child gives to the world. If the mother is the product of corrupt philosophy and ideology, than quite often the child is too. Before a child turn into an adult, their minds are like sponges, they absorb everything around them and especially from their parents."

Yasmin swallows Jenny's lipstick and it leaves the taste of cherries in her mouth. Megan grabs the rappers cock out of Yasmin's hand and slides it into her mouth. Megan sucks hard and fast, Yasmin places her hand on Megan's back and gently rubs. Megan slurps, bites and swallows loudly and large gulps go down her throat. The smell of precum is thick in the air, which further arouses Yasmin who is addicted to the smell of pleasure. Yasmin stops kissing Jenny and turns to face Megan. 

Slowly she pulls Megan's head of the rappers cock, "Steady now, steady on. Mmmm let me get a taste of that." Yasmin says, as she move in to kiss Megan. Moments before contact with Megan's mouth opening, heavy breath of precum makes contact with Yasmin's face and the senses are alerted. "Mmmm... I will get to taste his cock on your mouth." Yasmin and Megan's lips meet, Yasmin's tongue quickly enters and exists Megan's mouth in an encouraging fashion. Megan also slides her tongue into Yasmin's mouth, where the ancient lesbian dance commences and precum and saliva exchange mouths. Yasmin's enzymes attempt to break the precum down and extract the vitamins and protein goodness. 

Yacoub is entering into his element, "Before I go any further on womanhood, let me be clear about what I mean by nation. I am not talking about Nation States or reactionary Nationalism, which is a symptom of the disease. Jordanian, Pakistani, Iraqi or Indonesian these are the products of colonial European thought. Nationalism is a disease imported from Europe, which sought to divide the Muslim community. The Muslim world caught the disease from the Ottoman Empire, when Christian communities in Ottoman territories began thinking of themselves as national communities. The Nation State landed on us, when national borders were imposed by the European at the end of the First World War."

The audience looks enthralled, "Unfortunately, many of our grandparents and parents generation bought into this idea. They wanted to be European and the Europeans wanted to divide them. Frantz Fanon argued that for the black man the ultimate destination was to become white, for many Muslims, the destination is to become western. Many have warned us of the consequences, whether it's Jalal Al-e-Ahmad 'Westoxification' book that looks at Iranian society's obsession with the West or the countless studies done by postcolonialists."

Yacoub pauses for a minute to let the point sink in, "We in the Muslim world have been unable to effectively respond to European Colonial Modernity and we have been left with third-rate economies, backward societies and repressive regimes. Even so-called purists states have been unable to withstand the onslaught. My father is an atheist, worse than that, he's believes in scientism and worships modern technology and science. Saudi Arabia is meant to be an Islamic pure state, but at their core, is the same belief as my father. They worship technology not god in Saudi Arabia, why do they destroy historic monuments and build huge shopping malls and buildings." 

Another pause, "They are wrecking tradition and this is a result of a faulty ideology, which we aim to fix. There is a superiority-inferiority complex we must do battle with." 

Yasmin swallows as much precum as she can, before resorting to crude attempts to suck on Megan's tongue, making sure she doesn't waste a drop. Jenny brushes Yasmin's hair back, then looks down at her crotch area, and slides her hand down her shorts and panties and gently rubs Yasmin's womanhood. Nothing is taboo for Yasmin, there is something mystical and mythical about a female's reproductive system, which has the womb at the centre of it. The word for mercy is derived from the word for womb in Arabic and the womb is considered sacred. Within Arabic tradition ancestry and lineage are considered very important and the female womb is the carrier of it. Allowing your pussy to get fucked in gangbangs de-sanctifies it, and is a massive fuck you to traditions and ancestry. 

Yasmin pauses kissing Megan, as Jenny's fingers intensify finger fucking her pussy. "Aaaahhh... yeah... more baby." Yasmin seems to be enjoying the aggressive attention her pussy is receiving, the guys do too and are jeering. 

Josh becomes impatient and wants oral attention, "Fuck I am hard. Yasmin, I fucking love you." Josh pulls down his pants and stands in-front of Yasmin with his throbbing cock hanging out. But the rapper too wants special oral attention from Yasmin too. They both stand in-front of her. Yasmin looks at the two contrasting dicks in-front of her, one cut and the other uncut. Yasmin knows that this means two different kinds of blow jobs are in order because both pennies have different sensitive points. But you know what they say, two cocks are better than one. 

Yasmin spits onto her finger and places it between Josh's balls and penis, where to two meet, because this is the sensitive point for circumcised men. She rubs, teases, strokes and scratches this area, while attempting to do the same with the rapper's foreskin. Both Jenny and Megan lean downwards and both take it in turns to kiss Yasmin's pussy. They compliment the kisses with a bit of wet tongue and intense licking. Yasmin's trying to remain focused on the two cocks, but struggles because of the heavy breath, air and wet tongue attention her pussy is getting. 

Yasmin spits, drools and licks both cocks. She does long and elongated drools, which she allows to dangle in the air, before allowing it to hit the two cocks. She rubs the drool in, she massages it in. She then sticks Josh's manhood into her mouth, sucks on it, spits it out and inserts the rappers dick in and continues the process. She swallows hard, huge gulps go down and Adam's apple like lump appears in her throat. 

Wall to wall orgies are breaking out all over the place. Everyone is doing everyone else, there's no control, but nobody seems to mind. Random guys line up in-front of Yasmin waiting for their turn. Throbbing cocks so hard that some of the other girls, had to suck them off, to keep them warm and hard until Yasmin was ready for them. One guy is sniffing cocaine out of a girl's ass. Some other girls are doing full on lesbian floor show with double ended dildo. Cum drifted in the air and this kept Yasmin going despite having a saw throat. 

Yacoub, "We have the means, the education and the will power to change things for the better. We must use it. We must teach self-respect, our women's bodies are sacred and beautiful, not merely biological machines of pleasure. We must bring the wandering tribe out of the desert and back into the oasis. We must return our lost sisters back to Islam. Thank you."

Yasmin stands up and allows the rapper to sit down, she then places her ass on his lap and he slides his cock into her ass. Yasmin opens her legs and allows Josh to rubs his penis on her outer lips. Both Josh and the rappers start riding her, Yasmin's ass feels like it's being ripped open and her pussy widened. "ahhhhhh... ohhhhh... yeessss... daddy." Yasmin cries out.

"Fuckkkkk... yeaaahhh... ohhhh... yeeeahhh." Screams Josh, "Fuck, I'm so fucking horny, I could fuck this hole for hours. God... it feels too good. Your pussy is so smooth and feels gentle on the cock. So warm and inviting. I could easily fall in love with a girl like you."

The rapper who is pounding Yasmin's ass turning her butt cheeks red, "Yeahhh... ooo yeah. This ass ain't to bad neither. That ass could sell sand to the Arabs. This booty has gotta come with us on tour." 

Deposits of messy white thick cream cum in filling Yasmin's gaping asshole, while her pussy is also filling up with deposits too. A line forms behind Josh, each man waits his turn for the Yasmin experience. Playing with their cocks, making sure they are sufficiently hard for the task at hand. They have a job to do and they are eager to rise to the occasion. Yasmin is sweaty, cum-infested and her body temperature is burning through the roof. Each man has her at least once.

When Yasmin jumps of the couch, she knows a tribute awaits for her. She drops to her knees and men encircle her with their dicks hanging out. She looks up at them with her big eyes and opens wide-while they jerk off. Yasmin does not know from which direction they will strike first and the suspense leaves her feeling nervous. Suddenly, a white load hits her face and then another and pretty soon they are coming in thick and fast. Cum dangles of her tits, her face has been completely transformed with thick layers of white cream, which stings her eyes and turns them red. Her hair has disappeared too. But she knows she has achieved her objective. 

A few days later

Lina, Yacoub, Samira and Faris are setting down to eat breakfast, when Faris's phone rings and he answers it. 

"Hello... Hi Alan how are you? I am fine... yes I am sitting down, why what's going on? Wait... what are you talking about? What???? When? How? Why?" 

The family are looking concerned and cannot image what news Faris is being told. Within moments Faris hangs up the phone. He has a worried look on his face and everyone knows it's serious. "Apparently a video has appeared online." 

Samira with a look of confusion on her face, "A video?" 

"The video is allegedly of Yasmin, our Yasmin, engaged in sexual intercourse with multiple guys and girls. It's all over the web and major media outlets have picked up on it, apparently, she was with a famous band or musical group."

Samira runs to the bathroom to throw up and Yacoub has rage boiling over his face. 

"Our name, our good family name is ruined." Faris says in a saddened tone. 

Yacoub snaps, "This is all your fault. You did this. Why else would she think this is suitable behaviour? She is only reflecting your permissiveness."

Faris snaps back, "How is this all my fault? Why didn't that silly cult your are in, prevent this from happening?" 

Yacoub screams, "That's it, I've had enough with this dysfunctional family. I'm out of here" He storms out of the house.

There is an awkward silence in the house and eventually Faris leaves the dining table and head to his room. Lina finishes her breakfast and heads to her room. She is curious to see the tape. A quick search online and the video appears, Lina holds her breath and then clicks play, but as the video begins and the first glimpses of Yasmin appear, Lina can feel her stomach fill up with dread. 

Somehow Lina manages to watch the whole video, but while searching for the video, she came across other edited renditions of the video, which included people adding their own special effects, music and commentary. Trolling through the comments made Lina understand that Yasmin was a brand and her sexuality was her specialisation, you consumed her. Sex was not a private intimate moment, it was a public performance and everyone was getting off on it. 

But Lina had to stop looking at this, she had work for a presentation she had to do. Her presentation on the Jewish People, Zionism and the land of Israel is due in a few days and she is already behind her work schedule. Reading relevant sections of Theodor Herzl's The Jewish State, Shlomo Sand's Invention of the Jewish People, Tom Segev's The Seventh Million among other books. She had the idea of comparing Zionist nationalism and romanitzation of the land with the emergences of Palestinian nationalism, but this business with Yasmin has made it difficult for her to concentrate on the project. 

And then it hits her, why ignore the questions that Yasmin's actions raise? She should change the subject to gender, nationalism and the female body in both Israeli and Palestinian national discourse. Also, she has a creative writing essay due in for another class, why not tackle the subject of the changing sexual boundaries in modern American culture? Lina is certainly having a brain wave. 

Meanwhile, despite some of the hateful comments, Yasmin's phone has been ringing off the hook and she is being offered money for exclusive interviews. Her ass is hot stuff and everyone wants a piece and a piece Yasmin will give them. She calls her publicised to try and work out a strategy. They have a long conversation and agree to certain TV and magazine interviews, but they also agree to turn Yasmin into a TV personality and her agent will look into her possibly staring in a reality TV show. For now on, Yasmin's image will be carefully managed. 

Samira regains her composure and heads to work, she has to deliver a lecture on Leo Tolstoy and Russian literature. Samira is not an unattractive woman, but tends to dress professionally, despite her attractive figure. A woman is her forties, but one that looks glamorous and sexy, especially today when she decides to wear a long leather skirt, high heel shoes and black top. This dress style is out of character for her and as she walks in the hall ways, students and staff look at her with amazement. So that's where Yasmin gets it from, they all think.

Samira walks into the lecture hall and starts her lecture, all the male students seems extra attentive today, "Now when dealing with Tolstoy, you have to bear in mind one thing, when reading War and Peace. War and Peace was not written as one novel. The way it worked in 19th century Russia, as it did in many other parts of the world, is that news was slower to travel. Which meant newspapers would have many spare pages to fill and they would often get artists, poets and story tellers to fill their pages. War and Peace was serialized, each week there would be a new instalment of the story, which some have argued is the reason for some of the incoherence within the single novel." 




American Muslims Pt. 06



While sitting in class, some of the guys are sketching Samira performing sex acts, she has herself become an object of fantasy. When class finishes, Samira wonders around the lecture hall after everyone has left. She finds a bundle of papers on the floor and picks It up-it appears to be some kind of comic- which one of her students has drawn in class. The comic has a title- Veni, Vidi, Vici (I came, I saw, I conquered)- and Samira turns the pages and sees that she is the subject of the comic. 

The first page of the comic was entitled an evolutionary explanation and below it is a series of drawings and subheadings. On the left hand side is a series of primates at different stages of evolutions until it reaches modern man and the above subheading reads, "The Ascent of Man," but more alarmingly, the right hand side of the page had primates evolving and both sides seem to be walking towards one another in a straight line. But when they finally met in the middle as modern humans, a female figure is one her knees and appears to be sucking the man from the left hand sides, dick. The subheading above her reads, "The descent of women," and there is a name attached to the blow job giver, Yasmin.

Yacoub bursts into the café and Brother Omar looks up at him and there is a tense stare, but then Brother Omar smiles and welcomes him over. Yacoub looks embarrassed and tries to speak, but Brother Omar interrupts him. 

"Listen Akhi (Brother), all the brothers think very highly off you. You are a rising star in the Hizb and you have a very bright future within it. I think it's time you left home for good, your family are a bad influence on you. Come with us and we'll provide for you. In-fact we have some news for you and we want you to think about it carefully. There's a girl, a girl called Abeer, she's a good pious girl and is a rising star in our female section. She's beautiful, intelligent and is a reformed individual who came from a broken home. We want you two to consider a matrimonies union, you two can help ensure that your future lines are purified and both fulfil your religious obligation towards marriage." 

Faris is trying to re-gain composure and finds himself reading, Rene Guenon's critiques of modern scientism and avocation of metaphysics. But it just doesn't speak to him, he is a materialist and seeks biological explanations for everything, besides he needs to prepare his day's lectures. 

Walking into his lecture hall pretending to be okay, "Traditionally, the brain is divided up into four parts by cognitive scientists. The Brain Stem or Reptilian Brain, as some call it, evolved over 500 million years ago. It's considered the most primitive part of the brain and is in-charge of the most basic survival functions, including breathing and bodily functions and there is some dispute about whether violent impulses emanate from here. It's called reptilian because it resembles the brains found in reptiles, it's also the oldest part of our brain. Studies show that when humans face extreme starvation, their brains starts shutting down non-vital organs for survival to preserve energy. The brain also shuts down parts of itself and leaves the Brain stem to function on its own."

Faris pauses for a moment and tries to regain strength, "Some studies suggest this is why cannibalism happens. Because the Brain stem is given free rein and parts of the brain to do with ethics and morality are shut down. The Cerebellum brain, which is at the rear of our brain, might have evolved next. It's 400 million years old and is responsible for special awareness, pose, balance and where basic memories from things learned are stored. Or the Limbic System also called the Mammalian brain, could have evolved after the reptilian brain there is some dispute. It's called the Mammalian brain, because all Mammals possess it."

Faris starts to shudder and struggles to get the words out, "This part of the brain has a rage of functions from navigational skills, memories of life experience, short and long-term memory, feeding and eating and sexual reproduction." He pauses for a minute, "Indeed much of our sexual desires and drive is located here. It's also responsible for fighting too. Which brings us to the part of the brain that makes humans unique among the species of the world. The Cerebrum, the last part of our brain to evolve, its responsible for sight, sound but also higher thinking, consciousness, ethics and morals, problem solving and everything else humans are famed for. Sometimes called the God brain."

But in the middle of his lecture which is discussing violence and the brain, while discussing the impact of religion on the civilising process that ultimately led to the reduction of violence. Faris breaks down and changes his lecture in the middle, "Who here has heard of Michael Foucault's Gentification theory? It's a theory about non-physical violence, which includes the destruction of classical architecture, culture and society for modern architecture, society and culture. Many of you will know of my daughter Yasmin, well the reasons for her public lecherous behaviour is that contemporary culture has genterfied her sexuality. Traditional sexual concepts have been replaced with modern hedonism and this act of replacing is an act of violence."

He then burst out of the room. The students look at one another unsure of what just happened. Faris locks himself in his office and ponders, where does he go now? 

A few days have passed and Lina has given her presentation, which was warmly received, her professor is impressed at the links she drew between gender, space and militarization in Israeli society and gender, space and militarization in Palestinian society. The two are in a dialectical relationship with one another and they inform each other, this is a very sophisticated piece of work. She even took on the notion of suffering as an identity and its impact of sexual space. She would bet getting full marks for this. 

But for Lina, there is a paradox in all of this. Her excellent school work is linked with her burgeoning intellect, which is formed out of her own self-discovering and growing self-awareness. But this was formed on the back of her sister's public promiscuity and her family's visible demise. Times of crisis produce beautiful works or as Stephen King once said, "Sometimes there is absolutely no difference at all between salvation and damnation." And for Lina, this was not only a perfect description of her intellectual awakening, but also emblematic of her experience of being an American and the experiences of many descends of immigrants. 

This became the theme of her essay, which also scored top marks. A few weeks had passed and Yasmin was on TV and in the magazines still- she had got her reality TV show- which is clearly formatted along the lines of other celebrity reality shows. Yacoub was never seen again by the family, he married Abeer, but felt obliged to write Lina this letter. 

Dearest Lina,

I am most joyous, and yet most saddened, as I write you this letter. It is my most profoundest regret that it has come to this, but after the debauchery I needed to get away. I often reflect upon how differently things could have turned out, and yet, I feel things could only have turned out this way. 

I am a married man now, which is an act that I regard as restoring purity to my world. My wife and I, we are moving to Cairo and I will be studying at Al-Azhar, because I wish to be closer to my deen (religion) and to be around practising Muslims. 

Religion and spirituality must be practised, nurtured and improved, faith is hard work and this life is but a temporary dwelling, which shall pass. Modern people, have lost the sense of the sacred, they expect instant results and gratification. Religion which is based on years of striving, hard-work and real effort struggles against these vanities. Some people expect to turn up at religious sites and shrines and feel instant 'spiritual connections', which is an anthemia to true religion. Connections are foster over long periods of time and take years to develop and cannot be felt just by turning up at one location. 

It is because we were raised without these connections that Yasmin did what she did. Father thinks it has something to do with leaving Haifa, but when you think about it, a piece of soil does not dictate the occurrence of this kind of behaviour. Yasmin's actions are the product of rootlessness in spirituality and higher truth and not rootlessness from being cut away from a particular piece of land. Have you ever read the history of the development of modern Atheism?

In Europe is was pioneered by Jews and later caught on among Christians, why do you think that was? Well, when the Islamic empires went into retreat from places like Spain, Judaism found itself at the thin edge of the wedge with the new catholic rulers. The inquisition sought to sniff out Jewish religious practises, which led to the destruction of temples. Mass conversation, expulsion or execution became the fate of the European Jew. Many had to hide their Jewishness, open practise of Judaism was forbidden. This meant generations of Jews were not raised or taught their religious traditions, which meant many lost their connections and the void that ensued was filled with materialism. Put simply, they were taught to practise, and that is what happened with us minus the state persecution. 

To make this clear, I am not anti-sexual. I am anti-sexual when stripped of its inner meanings and the profound spirituality. The act of procreation is a divine act and connects man, woman to the divine and its fostered in collective solidarity. Not this individualistic, materialistic and selfish form of desire, which is the lowest common denominator. I'm opposed to the commoditisation of sex, but its appearance is a sign of our time and Yasmin's actions woke me up to this fact. 

Farewell, I hope we will meet again.

Yours,

Yacoub

For Lina the departing of her brother is a tragedy and is part of a trend in the break up in her family. Nobody speaks to Yasmin anymore, whenever Lina wants to know how she is, she puts the reality show she stars in-on. Her parents have trouble talking to each other. 

Lina has been thinking about it for some time and now she is sure. It's time for her to lose her virginity. It's time to stop theorizing and intellectualizing, her family have fallen apart and she is lonely. She will visit Max in his dormitory, she's not entire sure, if she'll orgasm but that's not the important thing. Women like to make other people happy, it's part of their nature (or so she reasons), by the virtue of the fact their body is giving pleasure to other people makes them feel good. 

The night arrives, Lina knocks on Max's door and he immediately answers. He looks excited and hugs her. Lina is a little nervous, but Max pulls her in and places her in his bedroom, he leaves the room and return with some drinks. Lina takes the glass and starts drinking, when Max pulls down his pants and unveils his hard throbbing cock. "Mmm... suck me good baby."

Lina is surprised by how quickly things are moving, "Mmmm looks good," she says nervously. Lina closes her eyes and grabs Max's cock and quickly sticks it into her mouth, but no sooner, that it enters- Lina wants to spit it out again. It tastes awful, but Lina resolves to continue. 

Swallowing and trying to salivate, oral sex is not as easy as Yasmin makes it look. But Lina gets into the routine of hard sucking pretty quickly with loud slurping and gulping sounds and taking huge lumps of precum. Max's pubes smell, but Lina holds her breath, she accidently bites into max's cock leaving teeth marks. She tries to make-up for it by kissing the wound better and doing thick spits onto it. Drooling too, she allows thick pieces of drool to dangle out of her mouth until it lands onto Max's manhood. 

Lina feels very hot, her body is burning up and she is sweating profusely. When Max's cock is not in her mouth, she is using two of her fingers to massage it. Rubbing the spit in. this makes Max harder and harder. A nice wet blow job is exactly what Max wanted and is getting.

Pretty soon, Lina's tongue has made Max hard beyond his wettest dreams. Max pulls his cock out of Lina's mouth, pushes her down onto the bed and spreads her legs. He places and rests his penis on top of Lina's outer lips. Lina licks her lips with anticipation, its coming, she can sense it. The ancient mating ritual she has read and fantasised about is about to commence. Max slides his cock in gently, Lina lets out a groan and her eyes widen. 

Harder and Harder, Max pushes in. Louder and Louder Lina screams, but no one can hear her cries. Soon Max is fully inside her and she can feel her pussy is entirely open. It hurts, but Max pounds on. He really fucks Lina's pussy hard, pushing back and forth. Max is like an animal and there is no stopping him. Lina's pussy was designed to be fucked and she too is little better than an animal. 

Groans grow louder, Max closes his eyes and tilts his head back. Essential womanhood meeting essential manhood and classical gender roles are taking shape. Max tries to fick Lina in both her holes, he removes his cock from her pussy and inserts into her ass. Not something Lina every thought would happen, perhaps she should write an essay called confessions of a anal virgin. 

Max humps her anus for five minutes and then returns to her pussy and goes back and forth for a good few minutes. Eventually, he lies on top of Lina and decides to finish her off. He pounds her, "Yeah you like the hammer, don't you babe?" He starts licking her face and biting on her ear lobe. The climax is coming, Max is screaming and crying, like something big is desperate to leave him. Lina screams and then she feels it, Max has produced a load and filling her pussy up. The ritual dance between the sexes is complete. 

Lina is troubled by her first time and concludes that she needs to work on her sexuality, for sexuality requires hard work too. A few days after losing her virginity, she is sitting on the beach and writes a short poem called 'under the sun'. 

I await for you oh beloved, under the sun where we said we'd meet. Remember how you told me about life under the sun? We dreamed the impossible, but rejected the probable for what happened to our dream of freedom? We dreamed of a spiritual pilgrimage under the sun. we dreamed of fulfillment under the sun and we dreamed of re-unification under the sun. All the things you said running through my head, will I ever be free of them, yes I have lost my mind. But I'll find it again under the sun. My virginity is lost, but the sun will re-direct me to it for it's the nature of the light to show the way through the darkness. The void shall be no more, not under the sun.



American Muslims Pt. 07



"Oh Tiresias, the blind Greek prophet of Thebes, who possessed clairvoyant abilities and who turned into a woman for several years, who was condemned to Hyades with his head turned backwards. Could you not have foreseen the calamity I befell? Or were you contempt that I would join you in the state of delirium. How foolish was I, not to believe Cassandra, who tried to forewarn me of what would transpire. But Aphrodite consumed my world and I became blind to what would happen and what was happening." 

A story like this should never be told, my story must go unheard except for the whispering of the higher species of the universe. The utterance of my name conjures aerial poison, low, it's worse than that. I am a bacterium that attacks your nervous system leaving you paralyzed and hopeless, but I exist nonetheless. I am a woman of lust, but I was not always consumed by lust, once I was different. My name is Zahra Abdul Hamid, but you may know me as Cassandra the fallen and this is a story of how a Muslim-Salafist girl from Jordan became an American Porn Star. How Zahra became Cassandra. It's also a story of the many rebellious Muslim girls I met along the way. 

In the beginning

I was born in the Jordanian capital, Amman, to a Salafist family originally form Zarqa. My father is a businessman, he runs a successful car-dealership and I am his fourth daughter and I have two younger brothers. The other three daughters are married and older that I, I was expected to follow in their path too, which I was more than pleased with at the time. I was a very pious girl, untouched and clean and the Salafist message really resonated with me. Unlike other Salfists you may have encountered, we are not Wahabis like the Saudis or Egyptians. We have our own traditions here in Jordan. For many years we followed the teachings of Sheikh Nasiruddin Al-Albani, who was an Albanian-Syrian scholar expelled from Syria and made home in Jordan. 

From him I learned a distain for tradition, Al-Albani blamed blind fanaticism to old traditions to have stifled free-thought and enquiry and this led to the backwardness of Muslim civilisation. As a young Jordanian girl who felt weighed down by cultural expectations, which in many cases, were in conflict with Islamic teachings, this resonated with me. He also despised Wahabism and was open to forms of Sufism and mysticism, which set him apart from other Salafists. Salafists put a lot of emphasis on Islamic study and reaching a personal understanding, while forgoing traditional Islamic schools of thought. I became proficient in my studies of Classical Arabic, Theology, Hagiography, Jurisprudence, Levels of Grammar, Rhetoric, Logic, Philosophy and Exegesis. 

I was a-typical for most girls my age, I already had more advance knowledge of religion than most adults. These studies enabled me to study other things, my mind has always been curious. I learnt Greek philosophy, rhetoric, mythology and dramas, which later led me to French, German, British and American literature. I was also very good at mathematics, which enabled me to study at college in America years later. 

But the real change came when I started having dreams. I would find myself in the middle of a desert with no one around; suddenly an abandoned house would appear. Oddly, it looks like a farm house or cottage in the middle of the desert. There are haystacks outside, the house looks old and there is a candle on the door, which provides a glowy fiery light and is the only source of light except for the moon. I walk over to this house and grab the candle and enter the house, there is only one room, a stool, wooden table and haystack everywhere. I take a seat on the stool and a book appears on the little table. I open the book and discover it a photo album and the content shocks me. 

Pictures of Muslim girls some in hijabs, veils and other forms of coverings, and their faces are covered in thick white liquid and then I hear the door slam behind me. I turn around, but no one's there, then I hear a voice purporting to be Aphrodite. She whispers sweet nothings into my ears and suddenly I am transported to an enchanted forest, the trees have dicks and I find myself sucking on them like a greedy overweight guy. I would wake up at this point and find that I had either been touching myself or wet the bed. It was really weird, but I tried to think nothing of it. I continued through pray, studies and hard-work to go through life. 

I tuned 18 and I was sent to travel to America to study, I managed to get into Berkeley, but I couldn't decide whether I wanted to study pure Mathematics or combined in with Economics too. After reaching Berkeley and producing an interesting paper on Number Theory and possible implication for Computer Science, I decided combing with another subject was the best way to go. I began taking classes in Biology and Philosophy, but would end up Majoring in Math and Minoring in Biology. I dreamed of moving to Silicon Valley and finding my own technology company. 

But it was soon after moving to Berkeley that I encountered my first challenge to would lead me on the road to porndom. My roommate Suri Suharto (no relation to the former Indonesian President), she was an Indonesian Javanese Muslim girl, who had become a feminist and studied Gender Studies and English Literature. We would have long conversations and arguments, she was wild and out of control, not entirely rational or so I thought at the time. She was very similar to Femen activists, she even did a topless protest outside the Indonesian Embassy to protest some laws that had come into effect in Indonesia. 

On the first night, I heard her having sex with two guys in her bed, I covered my ears, but they were so loud and animalistic. She gave them a rough time, she wasn't being submissive they were. This was the first time I had encountered people having sex, but at the time I thought it had no effect on me. On the contrary, it made me more conservative for I could see how western materialism could corrupt people. My hijab grew tighter, as did my pussy, as I like to joke. It would be a while before I would learn the joy of fucking. Instead, I began shunning my old Salafism and turning to more towards hard-line anti-Superstition, legalistic and rationalised Salafism. I stopped wearing jeans and chose baggy clothing. I wanted to hide my figure, it was too sexualistic and I hated that. 

I joined the Muslim Students Association (MSA) and became a keen organizer for them at women's events. I encouraged a Turkish girl, Afro-American and white-convert to wear the full face veil, although I didn't myself. I became head of the women's section as soon as the post became available. I spent my time fighting 'corruption' and I was slowly drawn into an Islamist political movement called the Hizb, who operated on campus. My Salafism up until this point had been a-political, but the Hizb encouraged political and social action to re-instate Islam in the Muslim world and to turn Western Muslims back to Islam. They weren't Salafists, but they allowed Salafists in.

I was their bulldog, assigned to help sisters back into the deen (faith), combat feminism and take control of the Muslim Students Association, who at the time had a zero-tolerance attitude towards allowing the Hizb a platform. As head of the women's section for both organisations, I would organise seminars and workshops and produce pamphlets. I wrote an Islamic response towards western feminism, I spent weeks reading Feminist and Islamic text and produced a paper, which I circulated to Muslim female students. Surprisingly, all of this activism did not prevent me from getting top grades in my classes.

My first year of college was very productive and I was eyeing myself up for presidency of the MSA for the following year. I also met Suha, a Kurdish-American girl, who became my little project during my first year of college. Suha was struggling with her faith, she wore Hijab (headscarf), but was becoming more Americanized in her thinking. She felt constantly tempted by the fruits offered by American society. She was still a virgin, but confessed that she had exposed her private parts to guys on a number of occasions and was afraid that she was out of control. My friendship with her brought her back into line and six-months after first meeting; she was cured of these alignments. 

By the end of the year, I had been elected MSA president and I was at the top of my game. I rarely thought about sex, I didn't have time and I didn't want too. Not only was I the president of MSA, but I had many other extra-circular activities from writing columns for the student newspaper, organizing with the Hizb, producing scientific articles and do extra scientific research with professors and fighting feminism, I had little time for much else. But all of this activism would lead me to a mental breakdown and crash, which would prove to be the turning point. 

It was coming up to the end of my second year and I had been so over-worked, that I hadn't paid close attention to Suha. She was starting to go off the rails and she blamed me for her lapses, she stopped wearing hijab and started wearing tighter clothes. I was unable to confront her, because I was so caught up in my own world. She became more extreme by the day and even joined the feminists, which really stung me. Then I heard she had lost her virginity in a massive sex orgy with 4 guys and two girls. I was devastated and the shock hit me hard. I fell to the floor. My project had failed and I had failed. 

I also noticed some other Muslim girls going in a similar direction and this triggered a personal crisis for me. This personal crisis did not stop me from being re-elected the President of the MSA, but I was a scared woman. I couldn't understand why or how sex could send so many astray, I was perplexed and flabbergasted by the whole affair. I began doubting everything from my faith to my mission in life. I became so curios to know why, that I went onto the internet and started watching porn for the first time and I was shocked by it. I didn't know what to think of it at first, when I closed my eyes at night all I could see was penetration. 

I began wetting the bed and within days, I couldn't stop watching the stuff, I had become addicted. I tried to carry on with my MSA and school work, but I found it difficult to keep up appearances and when I did appear, I had to pretend I was who I was before. I would find myself sneaking of the toilets to masturbate, it was a very confusing time. I am still not sure how I came to do it, but one day, I was suffering the web and found an advertisement for webcam girls. Something triggered within me and I ended up applying for the position. I had to send nude shots of myself and was invited to interview. I got the position and then I found myself in this bizarre position of being publicly pious and privately an internet whore.

The months that followed were a cognitive dissonance for me, the contradictions between the two life-styles were confusing and I knew eventually once life-style would triumph the other. I will admit I found the wild-double life a turn-on and I noticed my sexuality really developing from it. Let me tell you about my first webcam show. 

I turned up to a studio that was set-up like a bedroom, I was greeted by the director and sent into a changing room. I would earn $400 for 4 hours work. But nobody knew this, but I was still a virgin at the time and I had no plans to lose my virginity. I dressed up in a series of outfits, which included school girl, cheerleader and nurse. There was a table on my side and out of shot that had a range of toys from double-ended dildos, vibrators and other toys. Was I worried about being recognised and exposed? No, you know why? Because no one I knew, knew what I looked like outside hijab or loose clothing. 

I began the webcam show dressed in school girl outfit, "Hello guys, its Cassandra and I am option number 1. I am new and fresh and await your company, so get dialling and show a shy virgin a good time." I made the name Cassandra up while walking into the studio and it became my stage name. I didn't have to wait long before I was inundated with phone calls. I was shocked, surprised and aroused by what guys were telling me to do. Using a water bottle I wet my panties, it was a very messy evening and surprisingly, I didn't feel any guilt while I was doing it. I was transformed into an exhibitionist, it was hypnotic and I felt like I had entered into a transcendent state like I was a Greek female prophet from Delphi, it was just so natural. 

But this did not stop me from my public piety and I justified that life was a public performance and we are all actors who wear different masks. I have many layers to me and the religious mask enables me to do good works and the other mask allows me to fulfil myself. We all need balance in order to be a psychologically healthy individual and these two traits balanced me and kept me sane. I would be speaking at Islamic conferences one minute of the day and the next minute of the day I would be inserting a double-ended dildo into my pussy and asshole for paying men on the internet. 

It took me a further 8 months before I had hit rock bottom, the contradictions and religious doubt were eating away at me. Finally, when my term as president of the MSA came to an end, I did not seek re-election. I dropped out of the Hizb too and went into mini-isolation, I wanted to lead the other life-style completely. I had suspended reason and faith and decided to live for pleasure instead. It was then that I decided to enter into the porn industry for real. 

A date was set for my first shoot and the subject of the film was risky, it was set in the Muslim world and was about US Marines raiding a building and taking us prisoner. In fact it was the first of a five part film about sexy Muslim women and I was set to be in all five. Trouble was that I was still a virgin and would in effect be losing my virginity on camera. The director managed to find another 8 disaffected Muslim girls to take cock on camera and would you guess who two of them were, Suha the Kurd and my ex-project and Suri my Indonesian roommate. Most of us who turned up for the shoot were girls who wanted to explore our sexuality and we wanted to celebrate that, despite coming from a Muslim culture. 

We wanted to educate the world that Muslim women loved sex and there were many nymphomaniacs in our ranks. The director would entitled the five-films 'How to Fuck Muslim Girls' and was intended to shock as well as arouse. So we started the first film and me and the other girls were in a mud brick house talking about how much we hated the Americans. The Marines burst in and took us all prisoner. 

I was taken to an interrogation and two marines would ask me question and I would yell at them in Arabic. When they didn't get the answers they wanted they would start slapping me across the face and hitting me. Eventually one pulled out his dick and I semi-froze because this was the first time I had seen a dick and it was a nice big American one. Really meaty and aggressive looking. He forced my mouth open and I was forced to suck, but his cock was too big for my tiny mouth and he had to force it in and down my throat. I sucked him off and he came in my mouth, I was then forced to suck the other dick. 

After sucking two cocks, they pulled me off the chair and began pounding, licking, fingering and fucking my ass and pussy. My eyes opened wide and looked like they were going to jump out of their sockets when they first penetrated me. My pussy stretched on camera and there were close up shots of my vagina opening up or being ripped open. Both men came in both holes and then pushed me onto the floor and stood over me and jizzed on my face and headscarf. I was now their whore and I swallowed all their cum, I even squeezed their cum out of my pussy and ass and dangled it off my finger and then swallowed. 

There were close ups of my ass as it overflow with cum and dripped out. We shot a number of scenes. But despite being exhausted, I was happy at what I had become. It was not long before we shot the second film, where we took our revenge, we were all dressed in hijab but with latex outfits and headscarfs and we kidnapped the marines and sexually tortured them in a BDSM film. We filmed many other films and we did them within weeks of each other. They were released within 24 hours of each other over 5 nights and caused a huge storm. We won awards for these films and it launched my porn career. 

Of course there were many costs too, I became a hated figure among the Muslims on campus and I had stopped wearing the Hijab and started wearing sexy American clothing. I even began helping other girls from a Muslim background get into the industry and I even began writing about it. I produced articles in leading adult magazines about my experiences and the girls I had encountered. 

I didn't only do Muslim girl shoots, I had a latex summer, where I made normal porno films and I also took on other personas. But the Muslim girl look resonated more with me, because it represented what I use to be and had deep symbolic meaning about the relationship between east and west. Studying in America had opened my legs as well as my mind. I did everything BDSM, gangbang, girl girl and many more things. I love this country and wanted to give back and what better way than my pussy. 

Pretty soon I had graduated from Berkeley with honors and decided to dedicate myself full-time to the industry. I became well known and found my own line of fetish Muslim girl outfits, which sold really well and I began exploring sexuality in essays and erotic fiction. I became friends with an ex-radical Muslim girl called Haifa who uses to work for the Republican Party. She was an erotic writer with some New York publications and we got together and co-authored and co-edited books about sexuality in Muslim culture. We even did a lesbian scene together on webcam while we were both dressed in a long black veil. 

I released dvd's of my work, including one dedicated to cum shots of my face, which sold out and we had to distribute more to suppliers. I was hot stuff and I came out with my on range of toys and lingerie. Every time I would conduct interviews on camera, I would wear something slutty with a hijab on my head. This was my image and I wanted to be identified by my unique look. I did fetish modelling and sold pictures of myself, I had effective founded a mini-empire based on myself and this image of the Muslim girl. Men would write to me and ask me how to get a Muslim girl they knew into bed and want to do with her. 

I grow wealthy of the proceeds of lust and had more money than I knew what to do with. I grow tired of only starring in films and decided to direct and produce them too. I made some really hard-core stuff and I explored some of the stories of Muslim girls that I would read about in letters to me. It took a few years but I became a naturalized American citizen and there seemed no end to my porn empire. I love being a porn star and there is something in the air in America that makes a girl want to become one. 

But soon I began running into financial problems and soon my returns were not matching my income and I grew into debt. It's because of this that I have decided to do this gimmick, but I wanted to write this story first so that you would appreciate me and understand where I am coming from. I've always rejected tradition from my youth until the present and know I am rejecting porn tradition. A group of ten men encircle me and they play with themselves as they prepare to jizz on my naked body (except for the hijab I wear). Behind them are another ten men and then another. In total 150 men will cum on me today. 




American Muslims Pt. 07



The first group squirt all over me and I am forced to lick myself clean, but do not have time before the next group move in. This pattern repeats itself and I am socking in cum, but I have reinstated my porn career. But remember that while I like being cum on, that I am not a dumb doll, but that I come from somewhere and I have a mind and deserve to be respected and that's why I wrote this piece. I would encourage other Muslim girls to explore themselves sexually and not be afraid. Contrary to what many think, it did not end in disaster for me and in fact I am quite liberated for it. We need to talk about Muslim female sexuality.



American Muslims Pt. 08



Note to Reader: Mary Stuart is 30-year old married high school teacher and seems to be going nowhere in life until she meets the exotic Maryam. Mary's father, James Falkner is an evangelical Christian, preacher, Calvinist theologian, Eschatologist, televangelist and prominent advisor to the Republican Party. 

Pastor Falkner appears, "Welcome dear viewers, when will it end, how will it end and what are the signs of the end? These are just some of the questions with the help of the good lord, we will attempt to answer. "

Mary knew it's wrong, she should be praying for her soul and the end times are around the corner, but there's something about Maryam, this exotic Tunisian woman with her olive skin and sexy foreign accent. Mary tried to pray, even to invite Maryam into the folk. Maryam is not religious, but would attend Bible studies classes and discuss religious issues. But it soon became clear she had an ulterior motive. Maryam wrapped her arms around Mary, held her tightly and their two bosoms became one within the embrace. 

"Mary how long are you going to deny your body what it yearns for? It's crying out for you to do it, every fibber of your being waits for it. There's nothing unnatural about your carnal desires, your body is a gift, it gives you so much pleasure for a reason. It's meant to be enjoyed, let us embrace one another in sexual union, while we are still too young to realize certain things are impossible. If two people are happy together, how can it be wrong?"

The television blaring in the background with Pastor Falkner's voice, "As good Christians you'll know the book of revelations and the four horsemen of the apocalypse. You'll know the white horse will appear first. A lamb will appear and break the seven seals and with a thundering voice one animal will tell you to look at the white horse of conquest. This horseman foretells of the rise of pestilence and terrible disease that shall plague the earth. But my fellow Christians, what grater pestilence is there but man's rebellion against God? Today's man thinks he know best, why else do we have the pestilence of gay marriage and homosexuality?"

Mary pauses for a minute and stares at the television, but Maryam places her hand onto Mary's cheek and turns it towards her face. "Do not listen for he is the breeder of intolerance, he is the real pestilence who poisons the air with his vicious lies. His lips drip with the words of interposition and nullification of the higher laws, which govern civilisation and humanity. Do not pay him any heed for such a man can only infect the mind with modern blasphemy, come into the light and leave the darkness living under his shadow entails. It time for a new faith, a faith in me, a faith in us and a faith in love."

Pastor Falkner grows in loudness, "Today's Christian soul is weighed down by the burden of sin, we offer the cure, but not all the patients want the medicine. If you do not take the medicine you'll never be saved when the finial judgment comes to pass. Do not be taken in by the antichrist, who will whisper sweet nothings into your ear, all the promises he shall make will be false. The Red Horse will appear when the second seal is broken and he'll take the peace away and the faithful will be subjected to the sword. Today's Christian is subjected to the sword like never before. Only the martyrs of our belief, who are righteous shall inherent eternal life. Oh believing men and women reject sin."

Maryam places her finger on Mary's lips and sways it around, "Kiss the apple for it's the sweetest apple on the tree. Forbidden fruit is neither here nor there, for all is permissible in the sacred garden of humanism. We humble mortals cannot survive without sustenance provided by fruit and neither can we deny ourselves the simple pleasure life affords us in the otherwise difficult world. To be a Christian or a sheep in your father's flock you have to be saved, to be the lover of a woman you only have to be yourself. Kiss my finger and signal your intent." Mary kisses Maryam's finger and a wide smile overcomes both their faces. 

Pastor Falkner, "Then the third seal is broken and it ushers in the black horse, who shall bring famine to our world, and then lastly, a pale horse shall emerge and he shall bring finial death. My fellow Christians all the signs are there, we are on the verge of the apocalypse and it's time to repent for your sins."

Mary takes Maryam's finger in her hand and says, "I confess and repent for me feelings for you," she kisses Maryam's finger. "I repent for not admiring your beauty earlier," she kisses Maryam's finger again. "I repent for not expressing my feelings for you earlier and I repent for not knowing the truth of you earlier." 

Maryam places her finger into Mary's mouth and says, "Oh sinner, who made the mistake of drowning in the heterosexual sea, let me tell you of a sacred river of feminity. Her waters are the freshest and the cleanest you will ever consume into your body, she will clean your veins, strengthen your heart and feed your brain. Her waters flow from the two mountains and produce a mighty river, which you shall take a dip in to be purified. Trust me when I say, you shall be so knee deep in water and yet so thirsty, when you enter her waters."

Mary starts licking and sucking on Maryam's finger and smiles as she does so, for she had always known that Maryam is succulent and anyone that feasts upon her shall be consumed by quite an appetite. 

In this moment of eros passion, Mary had little time to reflect on where it all came from. How did she get here? All she knew is that she was glad to be here. But we must turn the clock back 3-months and learn about how Mary and Maryam came to be lovers. Our story takes place in a large suburb town in the South. Mary's life before Maryam, was typical of a bored wife and teacher. 

Mary's dealt with her boredom through religious fervour, belief in the end times gave her a sense of purpose, a sense of meaning. For her, the absolute belief in end times was not a result of personal crisis, rather the absents of personal crisis. It was normality, the mundane, the everyday that caused her to become an end timer. She would discuss prophecies with her colleagues and friends. She was discussing it on the day her world would change forever, the day of reckoning, the day she met Maryam. 

Mary, "Yeah Emily, there's some really interesting stuff out there that confirm we are in the end times. Have you heard of Saint Malachy's Prophecy of the Popes? He lived in the middle-ages and predicted every pope that would come after him and what would occur in their life time. According to his chart, we are on the last Pope and we he goes the day of days will come."

Emily rolls her eyes, "Listen you know I believe in all of this, but come on, who cares about Popes? What about Mother Shipton? Or Merlin? Or Nostradamus?"

Mary snaps back, "Look it doesn't matter what you look at, all sources indicate that we are in the end of days. It's time we prepare our souls for the finial journey. We must understand the message of render onto Caesar, that of which is Caesar's and onto God, that of which is God's. We must be active and push this filth out of society. Anyways, I gotta go, I am supervising a new teacher today and can't be late."

Mary heads of the staff room and waits for the new teacher. Principle Michaels enters and he is accompanied by a very attractive and exotic looking woman. Mary stares at her and guess that the woman must be Latina, talk about diversifying the faculty, the Latino community is a growing minority in the town. However, they are recent arrivals and they are set to off-set the small but vibrant African-American community. The Town is predominantly White. About 55% of the Town's population are descendents of 17-18th century English settlers, indeed many can trace their direct ancestry back to towns, villages and cities in England, that's how unmixed their ancestry is. 

When the English settlers arrived they adopted religion ferociously to create a sense of community and to find familiarity in a strange and hostile place. This was frontier Town, much of the areas the Town expanded into use to be Native American territory, which meant the early settlers adopted a siege mentality towards foreignness and this informed their muscular brand of Christianity. Eventually, the Native Americans were driven from this land, many died of Small Pox and lost battles to the settlers and left. Rumour has it that the High School Mary teaches at was built on an ancient Indian burial ground. 

But this is not the history of the Town that Mary and her fellow Town contemporaries wanted to remember. Instead they liked to remember that the Town was at the forefront of defining what liberty is in America. The English that settled and founded the Town were religious puritans, who opposed Catholicism and the tyranny of the English kings, Town residence played a huge role in the revolutionary wars. This heroic past is one the Town promotes and does not look to kindly to alternative narratives. Once, local Historian James Pennell, wrote a critical history of the Town, which included allegations of genocide, ethnic cleansing and cannibalism. He shortly left the Town after publishing his book. 

Something any visitor to the Town will notice is that despite the Town's population mostly being of English descent, many streets, places and building have Germanic and old Germanic names. The school that Mary teaches at is located on Richard Strauss Street, which ends at Otto von Bismarck junction. Curious enough the local economy was traditionally made-up of small and medium size business enterprises, which the locals refer to as mittelstands, Mary herself uses this term when describing her father's Christian business he owns on the side. In should come as no surprise that 30% of the Town's residence is of German descent. But about 10% of them arrived after the Second World War and asking what they did during those years is still a sensitive question. 

Besides this, foreigners are few and far between, thus Maryam stands out quite a bit and she hasn't said anything yet. Principle Michaels starts to speak, "Everyone, this is Maryam. I expect all of you to make her feel welcome and help her fit in. Mary will help you settle in and will be supervising some of your lessons."

Maryam looks at everyone, "Hi, I am Maryam, and I am super excited to be working with you all." Mary stares blankly at Maryam as she speaks, she looks Latina, but her accent is difficult to decode. It sounds like it has very strong French influence, but mixed in with something else, making it a hybrid between French and something else. Maryam continues, "I have been in America for 4 years now, I only recently qualified as a teacher and this is my first posting."

Principle Michaels interjects, "Maryam is from Tunisia, in Africa or North Africa to be precise." Mary stares with growing confusion on her face, what the heck or where the heck is Tunisia? Does this mean she not Latina? What kind of people are Tunisians? What's their culture, ethnicity and religion? Africa was mentioned, but she's not black, she's a light olive color and speaks in this odd accent. Mary has only just met Maryam, but already she knows that Maryam is different. Is she good or evil, time shall tell. 

Mary extends her hand to Maryam, "How do you do? I'm Mary."

"Hi Mary, I guess you're the one who is shadowing me. I hope I make quite a first impression." Maryam says in almost a flirtatious and playful way. Mary can't stop looking at Maryam with amazement, she's the most beautiful creature, she's ever seen. Mary's curiosity sense are going into overdrive. 

"Well, let's get moving, we've got religious edu to get to." Marys says.

Mary takes a seat in the classroom and watches the exotic Maryam set-up, Maryam appears to be unaware of Mary's constant gaze. Mary cannot place her finger on it, there is something about Maryam. Students enter the classroom and seem blissfully unaware of the easterly wind that has brought over exotic beings onto this shore. 

Maryam begins, "Hello class my name is Miss Sadiq, and I'll be teaching you today. I do not aim to change or convert anyone from their religious beliefs, the curriculum stipulates that comparative religion must be taught. My aim is not to change your beliefs, but to better inform them. I am going to run this class, a little differently, from what you are use too. I am going to take a theme and show you how different religious have approached it. Today, we are going to look at Eschatology or End Times in different religions."

The class is unusually quiet and seem very attentive, have they also been captivity by the exotic Maryam? "Most of the world's major religions have some kind of end time belief. Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Buddhism, Hinduism, Zoroastrianism, Bahaism and others. The idea of the apocalypse or end of days, is not uniquely religious, take a look at scientific discourse. The very real effects of global warming are often described by climate scientists in apocalyptical terms. It's widely accepted in Astronomy, that our world and universe will come to an end, if you read Astronomy, you'll read about the possibility of the Sun absorbing the Earth, or a black hole eating our universe or a comet or asteroid striking the earth and ending all life as we know it."

Maryam's way with words and silver tongue send Mary into a trans like state, she cannot see or hear anyone else around her. It's like no one else is in the room. Maryam continues, "When we are not worrying about over-population and reduction in food resources, we are worrying about world wars and weapons of mass destruction, thus, even in the secular realm, the apocalypse is an everyday reality. We are obsessed by the end. In Christianity, end time belief, has its roots in 18th century European biblical literalism. There are two reasons, why this movement emerged."

Maryam pauses and Mary believes that Maryam is staring at her intensely, Mary looks around herself to see if Maryam could be looking at anyone else. But as she does so, Maryam resumes, "Firstly, Europe was undergoing the enlightenment, which saw the rise of rationalist philosophies and modern scientific thought. Religion had to compete with these two new movements and thus people began turning back to the Bible and re-read the stories as literal, the Bible was not only a spiritual or religion guide, to cut it in the modern world it had to be historically accurate and literally and empirically true in order to answer the questions of the enlightenment. Secondly, European empires were expanding throughout the world and they were encountering new cultures and religions. They needed a new kind of Christianity to cope with these challenges."

Mary feels uneasy, she doesn't like where Maryam is going with this. "It was around this time that we saw the rise of end time belief. The Book of Revelations, which is the part of the Bible that describes the end times, was traditionally never part of the Bible. It was a separate book with little direct connection to the Bible, but when Biblical Literalism took off, it was added to the Bible as another book. Its author is John or St John as he is called by Christians. End timers believe that John was describing a future event in our times or after our time. But Historians disagree."

Another brief pause, "Historians believe that St John was not talking about future times. He was passing commentary on his time. Most of the references were referring to Roman rule, for example the numerology of 666, being the mark of the beast. It's a clear reference to the Roman Emperor Nero, whose name in Hebrew carries the number value of 666. Christianity was a persecuted faith under the Roman Empire until Constantine converted to Christianity. Thus St John was trying to encourage the Christians by telling them that someday soon, the persecution will be over."

The class continues and Maryam involves the class in the discussion, her opening remarks have stimulated a debate and things get heated. But the students seem fascinated and are eager to engage. Maryam talks them through the notions of cycles in Buddhist thought and Buddhist end time thought. The class also finds remarkable parallels between Christian end time thought and Hindu end time thought. All seem captivated by Maryam, but Mary begins to worry about Maryam's subversive influence on the class. 

When the class press Maryam, they discover her Muslim Arab background and her borderline socialist and fervent feminism. The class ends, Mary gives a few complementary remarks to Maryam and the two agree to meet for coffee outside of school. However, Mary is troubled by Maryam and wonders what to do about her. She is clearly spreading false and diabolical ideas, but is she really an active agent of Lucifer or just an ill-informed stooge? She doesn't know what faith is about and was probably not raised in one. Conflicted, Mary went to visit her father for advice on what to do about Maryam. 

Pastor Falkner listens attentively to Mary's dilemma and then interjects after Mary finishes talking. "Mary my dear, this is a blessed opportunity for you. This Maryam girl, despite her religious and political beliefs, is a child of the lord, just like you and me. It's not her fault, it is how she was raised and it's the fault of Islam. Islam is a false religion and satanic in nature, but Mary my dear, she is still alive and breathing and I think she was sent here to test you. Your faith is strong and you are a good Christian solider. You must rise to the challenge and you have been given the blessed task to save her from these satanic forces. You must befriend her and love her, she must be brought into our flock."

Suddenly, it all made sense to Mary. Maryam was a poor lost soul and Mary was the lighthouse who would guide her to Christian shores. It was divine providence, she has been honored by the task of saving Maryam's soul. She must become a Christian. Meanwhile, Mary arrives home and her husband is waiting for her, they settle down together for their evening meal. There is little conversation and what little is said, seems disinterested, in truth they did not have a real marriage. Little affection and they did not feature much in each other's day, what little sex there was, felt functional and mechanical, there was no spark or passion. They were simply going through the motions of a normal married couple. 

The marriage had been lifeless for a few years now, it use to bother Mary, but now she see it as normal and does not know any different. Most of her married friends have similar marriages, romance was the stuff of Hollywood legend, real marriage was a partnership and nothing more. Marriage was meant to be endured, not romanticized, it was about your commitment to God and to produce good Christian children. 

A few days had passed, the Principles office had been swamped by concerned parents. Many were uneasy with what Maryam was teaching their children, some raise concerns about her 'foreignness' and implored the school to do something. One parent compared Maryam to the Pied Pieper of Hamelin, who would lead their children astray from the straight path. But the school managed to calm their fears and made promises about what Maryam would teach. Maryam was shocked by what was happening, but Mary consoled her. Mary suggested to Maryam, that in order to better understand the local community, she should attend her bible studies circle. Maryam thought this was an excellent idea and began attending.

But this would not prove to be an easy ride for Mary, on their first meeting, the group started discussing women and the bible. Maryam the antireligious feminist came alive during the discussion, critiquing and challenging everyone in the room, an intense debate followed. There was near-hysteria, Maryam couldn't tolerant the groups apparent narrow-mindedness and the group could not tolerant Maryam's radical feminism. Shouting ensued and Mary's was lucky no one was hurt. But it was clear that Maryam had alienated everyone. 




American Muslims Pt. 08



Over the next few days, wherever Mary went, the whole Town was gossiping about the stranger in their midst. Some would comment, "She's one of em' and them and us, don't mix. She should leave if she knows what's good for her." But Mary refused to believe that Maryam was a lost cause and decided to keep on meeting her until she had converted her. One afternoon, they met outside of work and began talking about their personal lives. 

"So, me and him have been married ever since. What about you? Do you have a husband or boyfriend? I've not seen you with anyone or heard of anyone," Mary asks Maryam. 

Maryam opens, "Well that's very interesting. I do not have a boyfriend or husband and haven't dated one in 8 years. I discovered another preference, which has prevented me from pursuing relationships with men."

Mary looks startled, "What do you mean?"

"I like women."

Mary doesn't quite get it, "I like women too." She says naively.

"No, I mean really like women. I'm a lesbian."

Mary sits up, "Lee...llllll...Lesbian?" Mary had never met a lesbian before and there were no openly queer people in the Town. All Mary knew was that homosexuality was a sin, she was perplexed and embarrassed, and storm out. 

Time had passed, but Mary was growing in curiosity, she could not forget Maryam and her lesbianess. Mary would pray harder, but could not get her out of her mind, it was like something had gone off in Mary's head. One night, she couldn't understand what lesbianism was all about and was so worked up by it that she searched for it on the internet. She stumbled across lesbian pornography and began playing videos. This shocked her, her eyes widened and she wanted to look away, but she couldn't. It was too beautiful, Mary mouth opened wide and she wondered if that is what Maryam would do. Suddenly, she felt her pussy becoming moist and she rubbed it to relieve the pressure this caused. That evening, when she rested, she kept thinking of naked Maryam.

Thinking of Maryam like this, was causing a crisis of faith, but Mary hid this. Tension within herself was boiling, but it was nothing compared to the tension in the local community. There was an outpouring or fear mongering about Maryam's position as a teacher and a petition to have her removed was gaining traction. Pastor Falkner too was becoming concerned and began spearheading efforts to remove Maryam. Principle Michaels was under a lot of pressure and decided to send Mary to talk to Maryam. This would prove fatal to Mary as a watertight Christian. 

Mary is alone with the temptress, Maryam seems unaware of the confrontation that Mary has planned. Swords shall be drawn and the battle between good and evil must not commence, at first, Mary thought Maryam was a lost soul, but now she knows better. Maryam is the living incarnation of the devil and Mary knows that only be taking Maryam on can she re-gain her faith. This is her crusade and the fate of Christendom hangs in the balance. Mary has been raised in this tradition and faith, who is Maryam to come along and force her to doubt? The implications of Maryam is that everything Mary knew to be true and was raised on was a lie. The stakes are high. 

Mary looks at Maryam, "So this is how in ends? You come into my Town and you cause strife. You poison the minds on our young, in soil pure Christian souls and force the believes to doubt that of which is wholesome and good. Your lesbian propaganda will not cut with me."

Maryam looks startled, "What's wrong? Why are you so angry? What have I done to earn your hatred? You're a good person, why are you threatening me?"

"Because you're different! And different is wrong. We have a well-machined community here and difference will only grind to a halt that machine."

Maryam looks confused, "What are you talking about?"

Mary wasn't entirely sure, but she knew the point was in there somewhere. "Stay back, I hate you." In the background the TV is on and her father comes on the screen. Mary stands face to face with Maryam, but is unsure what she is going to do. Maryam looks into Mary's eyes and immediately diagnoses the situation. 

"You're a lesbian! You have feelings for me and you are afraid of what that means. Hahhaha..all the signs were there and in your eyes, I see rage, which is born on an attempt to control lust. I've seen it in so many women."

Mary looks even more angry, "Stop it!" She screams and places her hands around Maryam's throat and squeezes. 

"Oh and you're kinky too." Maryam teases.

Mary moves and is unsure on how to proceed, but she is suddenly overcome with the urge to kiss those beautiful lips of Maryam. Without thinking Mary's lips meet Maryam's lips, Maryam kisses back and it's not long before tongues exchange mouths. Mary tries to resist and pushes Maryam off, but Maryam just grabs her and the kissing assault recommences. 

Mary feels her cheeks warming up and an intense urge overtakes her body, she is quite literally possessed by the state of lust. Never has she been so eager to unleash her passion. Maryam knew exactly want to do. Mary fights Maryam off a second time.

"Mary how long are you going to deny your body what it yearns for? It's crying out for you to do it, every fibber of your being waits for it. There's nothing unnatural about your carnal desires, your body is a gift, it gives you so much pleasure for a reason. It's meant to be enjoyed, let us embrace one another in sexual union, while we are still too young to realize certain things are impossible. If two people are happy together, how can it be wrong?"

The television blaring in the background with Pastor Falkner's voice, "As good Christians you'll know the book of revelations and the four horsemen of the apocalypse. You'll know the white horse will appear first. A lamb will appear and break the seven seals and with a thundering voice one animal will tell you to look at the white horse of conquest. This horseman foretells of the rise of pestilence and terrible disease that shall plague the earth. But my fellow Christians, what grater pestilence is there but man's rebellion against God? Today's man thinks he know best, why else do we have the pestilence of gay marriage and homosexuality?"

Mary pauses for a minute and stares at the television, but Maryam places her hand onto Mary's cheek and turns it towards her face. "Do not listen for he is the breeder of intolerance, he is the real pestilence who poisons the air with his vicious lies. His lips drip with the words of interposition and nullification of the higher laws, which govern civilisation and humanity. Do not pay him any heed for such a man can only infect the mind with modern blasphemy, come into the light and leave the darkness living under his shadow entails. It time for a new faith, a faith in me, a faith in us and a faith in love."

Pastor Falkner grows in loudness, "Today's Christian soul is weighed down by the burden of sin, we offer the cure, but not all the patients want the medicine. If you do not take the medicine you'll never be saved when the finial judgment comes to pass. Do not be taken in by the antichrist, who will whisper sweet nothings into your ear, all the promises he shall make will be false. The Red Horse will appear when the second seal is broken and he'll take the peace away and the faithful will be subjected to the sword. Today's Christian is subjected to the sword like never before. Only the martyrs of our belief, who are righteous shall inherent eternal life. Oh believing men and women reject sin."

Maryam places her finger on Mary's lips and sways it around, "Kiss the apple for it's the sweetest apple on the tree. Forbidden fruit is neither here nor there, for all is permissible in the sacred garden of humanism. We humble mortals cannot survive without sustenance provided by fruit and neither can we deny ourselves the simple pleasure life affords us in the otherwise difficult world. To be a Christian or a sheep in your father's flock you have to be saved, to be the lover of a woman you only have to be yourself. Kiss my finger and signal your intent." Mary kisses Maryam's finger and a wide smile overcomes both their faces. 

Pastor Falkner, "Then the third seal is broken and it ushers in the black horse, who shall bring famine to our world, and then lastly, a pale horse shall emerge and he shall bring finial death. My fellow Christians all the signs are there, we are on the verge of the apocalypse and it's time to repent for your sins."

Mary takes Maryam's finger in her hand and says, "I confess and repent for me feelings for you," she kisses Maryam's finger. "I repent for not admiring your beauty earlier," she kisses Maryam's finger again. "I repent for not expressing my feelings for you earlier and I repent for not knowing the truth of you earlier." 

Maryam places her finger into Mary's mouth and says, "Oh sinner, who made the mistake of drowning in the heterosexual sea, let me tell you of a sacred river of feminity. Her waters are the freshest and the cleanest you will ever consume into your body, she will clean your veins, strengthen your heart and feed your brain. Her waters flow from the two mountains and produce a mighty river, which you shall take a dip in to be purified. Trust me when I say, you shall be so knee deep in water and yet so thirsty, when you enter her waters."

Mary starts licking and sucking on Maryam's finger and smiles as she does so, for she had always known that Maryam is succulent and anyone that feasts upon her shall be consumed by quite an appetite. 

Maryam smiles and says, "Let me teach you about lesbian sex."

Maryam drops to her knees and pulls down Mary's pants and underwear. Mary's naked pussy is exposed to the air and as she looks down, warm air blow onto it, warm air which comes from Maryam. Maryam extends her tongue and starts licking the outer lips. 

Maryam does not rush and takes her time licking the outer lips, she hits a spot and works on it for some time. Thus allowing for Mary to become more aroused and a good possible squirter, you see, what men do not understand is that women take time to become correctly aroused. Other women other stand this. The secret to lesbian sex is, it's not about the winning, it about the taking part that counts and Mary is learning this philosophy from Maryam. 

Maryam gradually penetrates the inner lips and work her way to the inner sanctum, Mary wonders where Maryam gets all the saliva from? She was salivate on an industrial scale! Whatever the reason, Mary is enjoying it. Maryam suddenly pushes Mary onto the floor and pulls down her own pants and underwear. She places her vagina into Mary's face, while she faces Mary's vagina, a sixty-niner is on the cards. 

Maryam resumes licking Mary out, Mary stares at Maryam's vagina, she has never seen someone's vagina this close up. It seems weird and like someone experimenting with something new, she stick her tongue out cautiously, upon making contact she becomes excited and starts going in for more licks. Maryam introduces her finger into Mary's inner sanctum and Mary does the same. Licking and eating each other out, fingering and loving it. Every taboo is being broken. 

Vagina has a certain taste to it and Mary will never forget this taste, but its indescribable. Cum comes oozing out of Maryam, Mary takes gulps full and takes great pride in tasting her cum thoroughly. They spend 50 minutes eating and fingering each other out. 

Maryam jumps off Mary and faces her upright. Maryam jumps onto Mary and starts kissing her lips. Gently, Maryam motions her body upward and then downwards, which allows the two vaginas to rub up against one another. Two clits going face to face, duelling away, fighting for mastery. Nothing can keep to two separate. 

The rubbing sends Mary's body into a sensation, she feels her nipples becoming erect and hard. The two rub intensely, Mary pushes Maryam off her and jumps onto of her and starts to take charge of the vaginal rubbing. The two roll around, both trying to get on top of the other. Screaming, crying, shouting and groaning, both girls really want this. 

Eventually, cum starts flowing out of both vaginas and both feel the orgasmic urge with great relief. Cum runs down Mary's leg, what a dirty girl she has become. 

After this event, things could never be the same again. Maryam is different and has made Mary different too. Mary has been saved, but it's not the salvation she imagined or one that her community would accept.



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And Sister Makes Three



Jenny was more than a bit nervous. She was, in fact, scared silly.

Not that she really had reason to be scared, her husband would not hit her.

However he would have a fit when Jenny told him that her sister Mary had shown up at the front door in dire need of a place to stay for a while.

Mary and Mike did NOT get along at all. Mary tended to be catty, and Mike got sarcastic, which was unlike his normal easygoing self.

But Mary was her sister, and Jenny just couldn't turn her away.

Mike would grumble for a while, but it would all blow over. She hoped...

Mary came prancing into the living room and plopped down on the sofa. "Hey sis! When's the old fart getting home?"

Jenny sighed, Mary was always ragging on her because she had married 35 year old Mike, when she was just 18. "MIKE," She stressed his name, "Will be home soon enough. And I wish you would lay off him, He is a wonderful husband and I love him."

"Never did see what you saw in that old goat." Mary sneered. "You had a bunch of the cutest guys in high school panting over you, then you wasted yourself on Mr. Senility a week after graduation."

Jenny shook her head at her sister. Mary was just barely 19. She had been 14 when Jenny and Mike got married and moved away.

"Mike makes a good living, we have this nice house, we have 3 cars, and I always have spending money. Besides," Jenny grinned at her sister, "Mike has the experience and stamina to be a fantastic lover."

As always, any mention of Jenny and Mike having sex caused Mary to make a face. "Ugh, I don't even want to think about it!" said Mary.

Just then, Jenny heard a car pulling up in the driveway out front. She turned to the front door, feeling a cold hard lump settle in her belly.

Mary sprawled on the couch in her cutoffs and t-shirt, her bare feet up on the cushions. She was watching with considerable interest and amusement.

Mike opened the door and stepped in. He put his briefcase on the hall table and headed for the living room. He was in such a good mood that he didn't notice the look on Jenny's face as he swept her into his arms and kissed her deeply. Jenny couldn't help responding to her husband's passion. He had always been able to turn her on with a look or a kiss.

Mike came up for air and gazed into Jenny's eyes. "Guess what my love, I got another raise and a sizeable bonus! We can go to the Bahamas this summer!"

"Ummm, sweetheart?" Jenny began.

"You don't like the Bahamas? How about Tahiti? Hawaii?"

Jenny glanced to the left with her eyes.

Mike looked up and saw his least favorite sister stretched out on the couch. "Oh crap." he muttered without moving his lips in a voice only Jenny could hear. Jenny suppressed a snicker. Mike had always been able to make her laugh with his ventriloquist act.

"Hi Mary." Mike said in a normal tone of voice.

Irritated at not getting the reaction she had hoped for, Mary got sassy. "'Bout time you got home. What happened, ya get senile and forgot what street your house was on?"

"I may be senile," Mike retorted, "but I can still turn you over my knee and spank some of that sass out of you."

Mary turned to Jenny indignantly. "Are you going to let him talk to your own sister that way?" she demanded.

"Hell, I'll give you some wallops myself! What do you mean starting shit right off the bat when he gets home?" Answered Jenny. She was well and truly pissed.

Mary sat up on the couch and tucked her feet under her. "You always take his side." She pouted at her sister.

Jenny just rolled her eyes at Mike.

Mike winked at Jenny.

"Hey, get this fat broad offa me!" said a voice that seemed to come from the couch.

Mary leaped to her feet. "Who said that?"

"I did ya great fat cow," replied the voice from the couch. " I am NOT fat!" screeched Mary.

"Looks like ya are from down here when ya plant that yard wide ass on my face." replied the unseen voice.

Jenny could not hold back the laughter anymore and she slid down the doorframe to sit on the floor giggling like a kid watching cartoons.

Mary turned on Jenny furiously. "What the hell are you laughing at you, you, HYENA?"

Jenny only laughed harder. Mary glared at her. "Even the furniture is mouthing off to me!" she declared. "DO SOMETHING!"

"Will ya lissen to this broad?" came a voice seemingly from the floor lamp next to the couch.

"Yeah," said the fireplace, "she's gone around the bend thinking that inanimate objects are insulting her."

By this time, Jenny was on the floor laughing so hard she could barely breathe.

Mary glared at her sister and at Mike. Mike stood there looking innocent.

Mary went over and dropped into a recliner. "Oof! How many tons do ya weigh ya damn hippo?" came the voice from the chair.

About then, the coin dropped.

Mary uncoiled from the recliner like a tiger. "You!" She pointed at Mike, "You are the one doing all this!"

"Yup" answered Mike smugly.

Leaping across the room, Mary took a swing at Mike, trying to slap the grin off his face.

Mike shot up his hand, catching her wrist before she could hit him. A twist of the wrist, and Mary was pressed up against Mike's chest with her arm caught in an iron grip behind her. She swung with the other hand, only to have Mike imprison it behind her back also.

She glared at him from a very close distance. "Let go of me," she hissed at him.

"Not yet." was the reply.

Suddenly, Mike fastened his mouth to Mary's in a fierce kiss. After a shocked second, Mary responded to the kiss with much more heat than she would have believed possible.

Then she realized what she was doing and pulled her head back.

Mike grinned at her and suddenly Mary found herself face down across Mike's lap with one of his legs pinning hers, and her hands held tightly behind her in one of his hands.

"Oh no you don't.." was as far as she got before his hand fell stingingly across her left butt cheek.

"Let go of me you son-of-a-bitch!" she shrieked. 

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Mike's hand stung her butt through her tight cutoff shorts. Mary yelled her rage and humiliation in a wordless scream.

Then she felt ANOTHER hand slapping her ass where Mike had missed.

Her own sister was spanking her!

Mary sobbed and finally went limp and quit fighting.

Mike gave her a last pat, much softer than the spanks he had been inflicting, and he let her up.

Mary stood there with tears running down her face, rubbing her abused buttocks. Then she ran off upstairs. Jenny and Mike heard the bathroom door slam, then the shower started running.

"Sorry about that Honey," Mike said to Jenny. "We may have gone just a bit too far there. But Damnit, this is OUR house, and I won't be insulted in my own home."

"She deserved every bit of it," said Jenny loyally. "Maybe." said Mike.

Mary stood in the shower letting the water run as hot as she could stand it. She cursed in a low voice steadily and with a command of invective that surprised even her.

She wanted to stay mad, but even she had to admit that the talking furniture bit had been funny. However the spanking had hurt. A lot.

Still, she mused as she worked up a lather with the soft soap, no one had ever taken such total control over her since she had been a kid. She moved her hips in an unconscious, but distinctly sensual motion as she remembered how Mike's hands had felt on her. And she had to admit, she had been just a little turned on there towards the end when her sister had joined in the spanking... 

Mary shook herself suddenly. How DARE they treat her like that? She was an adult! Not some spoiled brat. Then she thought about why she had come to her sister's place to stay.

Her boyfriend had kicked her to the curb in the middle of the night. He had no business tossing HER over, she thought angrily. All she had done was go dancing with her friends until the clubs closed at 4 AM. 

When she had come home, her clothes and stuff had been on the front porch, and her key didn't fit the lock anymore. She had called him the next morning, but he had told her that he was through with her kid games. He wanted a woman, not a spoiled tramp who wanted to run around on him every night. She pouted again. So what if she went out without him. They weren1t married. So if she wanted to dance and make out with cute guys at the clubs, it wasn't any of his business. Mary had thought that he had another girl ready to move in, but their friends had told her that he had been faithful to her, even though she had been cheating on him. Then her ex HAD found a new girlfriend, and Mary was jealous as hell.

That she was being a hypocrite never entered her mind.

Mary and Jenny's folks had told her that she couldn't stay there anymore either. Both mom and dad had been furious with her ever since they had found the baggie of pot that she had forgotten on the coffee table after a party. They had kicked her out that night. Mary had only tried weed once, and didn't like it. But they wouldn't listen to her. 

It was all so unfair.

She decided that she had better be nicer to Mike and apologize. She recognized the unpleasant truth. She had nom place else to go.

Mike and Jenny were oblivious to Mary's musings. They were standing in the living room, hugging and kissing. Mike was 6'0" and 2051bs. Jenny was 5"7" and 120 lbs. Her red hair made a nice contrast to Mikes black hair. And her green sparkled when they looked into his brown ones. They were a good match.

Mary was a slightly shorter copy of her sister. But where Jenny's bust was a respectable 36D, Mary had 34C at best.

Mike slipped his hand up to cup his wife's left tit. "How about we go to our room for a while?" he suggested softly.

Jenny took a deep breath and shivered when Mike' s thumb brushed lightly across the thin fabric covering her nipple. "Oooh, I'd like to... But we've got to get Mary settled in a room, then we need to talk."

Mike ducked his head to lightly kiss and lick Jenny's neck just below her ear, drawing a low moan from her. "OK Sweetheart." Mike said. "But we WILL pick up this train of thought later." Sliding his hand down her belly and rubbing his fingers between her legs over her stretch pants. Jenny moaned again on a higher note and stretched up on her toes. "Damnit! If you don't quit that, I'm going to rape you right here, and we'll never get anything done."

Mike kissed her lightly and let her go upstairs. He had a few things to do while Jenny sorted things out. He trusted her judgment without reservation. Undoubtedly, this was one of the reasons his marriage was so solid and secure.

Jenny trotted up the stairs with a silly grin on her face. Damn that man, she thought. He could always make her feel like a horny schoolgirl with a caress, or a kiss, or a look, or.... She hit herself on the forehead with her palm. If she kept thinking like that, she was going to turn right around and go back downstairs and. She hit herself in the head again, and then sighed.

She knocked on the bathroom door and announced herself. "Come on in sis." said Mary.

Jenny opened the door and went into the bathroom. She hopped up to perch on the counter while her sister finished her shower.

Mary turned off the water and slid the door open, reaching for a towel. Jenny tossed her one.

"Thanks sis." mumbled Mary as she rubbed her hair with the towel.

When Mary was done with her hair and drying her body, Jenny opened the ball. "Well, you sure made a memorable impression right off the bat." she remarked casually.

Mary shot her a look, then subsided. "Yeah, I did kinda go overboard there at first didn't I?"

"Yup." said Jenny.

Mary sat on the toilet as she dried her legs and feet. "I'm sorry about that." "Don't tell me, tell Mike." said Jenny.

Mary looked up rebelliously for a moment, then looked down. "I guess I should, huh?" Mary looked up at Jenny. "He's still going to let me stay isn't he?" she asked. For the first time, Jenny saw real fear in her sister's eyes.

Jenny slipped off the counter and moved to hold her sister. "I'm sure he will. IF you apologize and start acting civilized around him."

Mary nodded against Jenny's shoulder, her tears dampening her sister's shirt. "Don't worry," Jenny soothed Mary, "Mike isn't a monster. I think you'll like him if you give him a chance."

"Really?" asked Mary in a small voice as she sniffled.

"Really," said Jenny firmly. "Now get dressed and we'll settle your stuff in one of the spare bedrooms.

Mary started putting on her clothes. From downstairs, they heard Mike call to them. "I'll be back in a few." then they heard the door close behind him.

The sisters lugged Mary's clothes and boxes of junk upstairs to the bedroom next to the one Mike and Jenny shared.

"This one should suit you just fine." Jenny said with satisfaction once Mary started unpacking.

"This is great Jen," said Mary.

"Be sure to tell Mike that." Jenny said. "I'm going down to make supper." "What are we having?" asked Mary.

"I was thinking home made tacos and burritos." Said Jenny.

"I'll be down to help as son as I get this suitcase unpacked," promised Mary. Jenny gave her a quick smile as she went out of the room. This might work after all.

Mike was at the florist a few miles away.

"I'll take a dozen long stem roses, and I need to find something unusual." he told the cute blonde clerk.

"Define unusual," she told him.

"An orchid, or something out of the ordinary." was the reply.

The clerk thought about the request, then brightened. She had just the right flower. "Follow me," she instructed. She led the way to the coolers at the back of the store. There she took a box from the top rack. She opened the box to show a delicate beauty of an orchid. 

Mike admired the subtle violet and rose pink hues of the flower. "Perfect." he announced.

"Good choice." said the clerk. She carried the boxed orchid to the counter up front. Wrapping a dozen long stem roses was routine and took only moments. The orchid, Mike decided, would do fine in the original box.

Mike paid for the flowers with cash. Then he handed the clerk a $20. "For your quick thinking and prime service." he said as he left.

The blonde clerk looked after Mike as he drove off. Then she sighed. The good ones were always taken.

Back at the house, Mike found the girls busy in the kitchen. He hid the flowers in the hall closet and went into the kitchen to collect a kiss from Jenny. She gave him a peck on the cheek, and then went back to her cooking. Mike knew better than to bother her while she was "Creating Culinary Perfection" as she called it. He didn't argue, he knew his wife was a fantastic cook.

To Mike's immense surprise, Mary came demurely up to him. "Sorry I was such a bitch earlier," she said. Then she gave him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Mike wasn't sure what was going on, but whatever it was, he liked it. 

"Dinner in a few minutes in the dining room. So scat and wash up." Jenny ordered.

"Yes Mistress, Unh, Unh," Mike said in his best "Igor the hunchback" voice, and he bent over and shuffled out of the kitchen with his arms swinging, and dragging his left foot.

He heard the girls laughing at his foolery as he went to wash his hands and face for supper. Mike made sure the ladies were seated. "Wait a second, I forgot something." Mike said. He stood up and dashed to the hall closet. Coming back into the dining room, Mike presented his wife with the dozen roses. This earned him a kiss and much appreciation. Then he turned to Mary. He went to one knee next to her chair.

Jenny watched Mike with tolerance, she was used to his whims and oddball ideas.

"Welcome home Mary," said Mike with a flourish. He opened the box and held it out to his sister.

Mary gasped as she saw the delicate flower inside. "Oh, it's beautiful!" She carefully picked it up from the protective box and held it up for her sister to see.

Jenny fetched a suitable low vase to hold the orchid. Once the flower was safely transferred, Mary threw her arms around Mike and kissed him soundly.

"That was sweet of you." Jenny whispered in Mike's ear as they resumed their places at the table. The dinner went well, with lots of happy chatter and great food. Mike helped clear the dishes afterwards.

Mary pulled her sister aside as Mike took another load in to the dishwasher. "Hey Jen, You're right, he is a pretty cool guy."

"Told you." Jenny said. Then she carried the last of the food into the kitchen to salvage what was left for leftovers. Mary gathered the remaining dishes and followed.

Later, Mary was going through the shelves of videotapes that lined a wall next to the big screen TV.

"Help yourself to whatever movies you want to watch," said Jenny. "Tomorrow, Mike will move a TV and a VCR into your bedroom."

Mary looked up. What are you going to be doing?" she asked.

"Me and Stinky over here," Jenny jerked her thumb at Mike, "Are going to take a shower."

Mary rolled her eyes.

Mike picked up Jenny and slung her over his shoulder. "Put me down you big ape!" Jenny shrieked. "Ook ook." said Mike with a maniacal grin. He bowed his legs and monkey walked up the stairs as both Jenny and Mary laughed.

Up in the bathroom, Mike sat Jenny down. As she straightened up, Mike pulled her shirt up and off over her head. Jenny co-operated by raising her arms so the shirt could slip right off. Then Mike knelt and pulled down her stretch pants and her panties.

Jenny balanced herself with a hand on Mikes shoulder as she raised her feet one at a time to step out of her bottoms. She was already barefoot.

Then it was her turn. Jenny loved this part. She unbuttoned his shirt and slid it back off his shoulders. Then she unbuckled his belt and unfastened his waistband button and fly. She lifted his feet to pull his socks off, then she pushed his pants and boxers to the floor.

She picked up his pants and emptied the pockets onto the counter where she has sat not long before. Mike was turning on the shower and adjusting the temperature.

Jenny joined him in the stall moments later. She stretched up to slide her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep unhurried kiss. Mike ran his hands over her back gently, caressing all the secret spots he had invested so much time in finding to arouse her further. Mike broke the kiss and turned Jenny around. She leaned back against him as he reached around under her arms to slowly soap and cares her belly and ribs. When he reached her tits, Jenny reached her arms up over her head and back to put her hands behind Mike's neck again. Mike cupped her full, firm breasts in his palms, letting his fingertips brush over her now hard nipples. Jenny sighed with pleasure as Mike's palms slid up and around her sensitive breasts to rub over her nipples. Mike knelt behind her, reaching up between her legs to soap her lower belly and lightly lather her pubic hair. Then he started at her feet and soaped his way up her legs to her butt, where he lingered for a long while, cleaning and squeezing her cheeks, then moving up her back. Jenny had already climaxed when he had soaped her pubic hair. Now it was her turn. Taking the soap, Jenny started at his shoulders, working way down his chest to his belly. She sank to her knees as she lathered his pubic hair and his now erect cock. She pulled back to let the shower spray rinse his cock off, then she parted her lips and took him deeply into her mouth and throat. Jenny knew that Mike loved Blowjobs, and she loved giving them to him and making him happy. As she suckled on him, Jenny washed and gently kneaded his scrotum and balls. Mike twined his fingers in her hair and groaned as he neared his own release. Sensing her husbands impending climax, Jenny leaned forward, drawing him as deep into her throat as possible, swallowing when she felt the gag reflex, and continuing to swallow as she took him deeper and further into her throat.




And Sister Makes Three



Mike twitched, and his seed spurted down her throat straight into her belly. Jenny kept swallowing until his cock had deflated a bit and she had taken every drop of his come. Then Jenny resumed washing his legs. She turned him around and washed his muscular back.

When they were drying each other off, Jenny was very contented. She never knew what had drawn Mike to her when she was a shy and awkward teenager, and she had never asked.

Mike loved her and that was more than enough.

Mike wrapped himself in his thick terry cloth robe and went to their bedroom to dress. Jenny sat down on the toilet and picked up the blow dryer. She waited until her hair was dry before she put on her silk kimono that Mike had bought for her on their trip to Japan a couple of years before.

Mike put on a t-shirt and sweat pants, then put on a comfortable pair of slippers. He went downstairs to get a snack and a beer. He poured a glass of Sangria wine for Jenny, then, after some thought; he poured a glass for Mary. Taking the wine into the living room, Mike found his sister curled up in one of the recliners watching "Who Framed Roger Rabbit1 on the big screen. "Here you go." Mike said as he handed Mary the wineglass.

Mary took a sip of the wine. Not bad at all. "Thanks." she said.

"You're welcome." the wineglass seemed to say. Mary almost dropped it.

"Oh, you..." she scolded Mike with a grin.

Mike raised his beer in a toast to her.

"So what brings you a knocking at our door?" Mike asked.

Mary looked down at her glass as she turned it round and round nervously.

"What's wrong?" Mike asked sympathetically.

Mary started talking in a low, steady voice, telling about how she had blown her chances with her boyfriend and her folks.

Mike had sat silently through most of the recitation, only making small sounds of encouragement now and then as seemed needed.

Mary looked up to see Jenny perched on the arm of Mikes chair, holding her own glass of wine. "So there it is." Mary said. "I need someplace to stay until I can get a job and a place of my

own. It is either here or the streets, and I don't even have a car to sleep in."

^

Jenny had her arm around her husband1s neck, and she rubbed his shoulder. Tellingly, she remained

silent while Mike made his decision.

"You can stay with us for now," Mike said.

"Oh thank you!" began Mary.

Mike held up a hand in warning. "There are a few rules. No parties here unless WE approve them AND the guest list. No sleep over guests unless we approve them in advance. No drugs at all. And finally, you will help with the housework. Your sister is NOT your maid." He looked up at Jenny. "Anything else Honey?" he asked.

"Yes," Jenny said. "No long distance phone calls unless we know about them so that the phone bill doesn't cause a coronary. And you can use the old Honda Civic out in the garage. It's old and ugly, but it gets nearly 50 miles per gallon, and it runs great. You will pick up paying the insurance and the gas etc. as soon as you get a job. And you have to get a job, and keep it, within a month. ANY kind of job."

Mary made a wry face. "Deal." she said. Not that she had a lot of options at this point.

"C'mon sport, let's check out your new wheels." Said Mike.

Jenny shook her head. Mike and his cars...

After showing Mary how to check the oil and the gas cap cover release, Mike gave Mary a set of keys for the car. "She's got a full tank of gas, and the oil is full." Mike said. "Take care of the old girl."

Mary sat in the drivers seat and ran her fingers across a small plate set into the dash. "Cindy" she read. "The car is named Cindy?" she asked Mike.

"Sure is." he replied with a grin. "Named her after my first girlfriend. A nice gal as long as she was treated right, and a stone bitch when she was neglected."

Mary rolled her eyes again then patted the dash. "We're going to be good friends Cindy," she said playfully.

The next morning, Mike was up early. Still half asleep, he went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. The refrigerator door was open and he could see a bare butt poking out and shifting from side to side as the owner rummaged through the shelves. Stepping up behind the enticing behind, Mike slid his finger up into the red/gold-furred pussy displayed between the parted thighs of the woman in the refrigerator. With a startled shriek, Mary stood up and spun around.

Suddenly wide-awake, Mike said the first thing that popped into his mind. "Good morning. Ya want some coffee?" Mike heard a snicker from the direction of the kitchen table.

Jenny was sitting quietly at the table and had seen her husband stumbling down into the kitchen on his daily quest for caffeine. She knew that she and Mary looked a lot alike, especially when the viewer was only half awake and had only a bare bottom poking out of shortie pajamas to go by. Mary calmed down rapidly. She was young, but hardly stupid, and she realized what had happened.

"Glad that was your finger and not your dick, or I would have considered sis over there very shortchanged." Mary quipped.

Mike blushed beet red. "Umm, Sorry about that." he stammered.

"No problem, forget about it." Mary said with a grin.

Now wide-awake, Mike sat down at the table and let Jenny bring him a cup of coffee.

"What a way to start the day." Mike said.

After Mike had left for work looking very frazzled around the edges, Mary and Jenny had a good laugh over the incident.

"The moral of the story is to wear underpants when rooting in the fridge." Said Jenny.

"Nope." said Mary. "The moral of the story is 'never offer a guy a morning snack unless you intend to deliver'."

"You're awful." laughed Jenny. "Ain't I though?" quipped Mary.

Jenny helped Mary unpack the rest of her stuff, and then they took the little Civic out shopping.

Mary proved to be a competent driver, and Jenny quit sweating the ride. The sisters wandered yard sales and flea markets like they had done years before. "I missed this," said Jenny. "Me too sis." replied Mary.

When they got back to the house, they were tired and sweaty and dusty. "I'm going to shower up." Jenny said.

"Not if I can get there first," challenged Mary. The girls raced up the stairs to the bathroom elbowing and shoving each other and having a wonderful time. "I won." declared Mary. "Nun uh, I won!" exclaimed Jenny.

Mary poked her tongue out at her sister.—$

Jenny responded by tearing off her clothes.

"Strip race!" crowed Mary as she started to strip her own clothes off. 

Jenny beat her sister into the shower by half a breath. 

"Nyah Nyah," Jenny said through the shower door.

"Oh yeah? I'm coining in too!" announced Mary, and she yanked open the shower door and stepped in with her sister.

Jenny handed Mary a bar of soap. "I won the race, so you have to scrub my back first, and then I'll scrub yours." 

"OK." replied Mary.

Jenny turned on the water and stood so that Mary could scrub her back.

Mary noticed how soft and smooth her sister's skin was. She lingered a bit longer than was needed on Jenny's back and butt. Then abruptly turned and handed the soap to Jenny. 

"Your turn." she said.

Mary could not believe it. Soaping her sisters back was turning her on. Sure, she had fooled around with another girls a couple of times before, but this was her SISTER.

She would have been even more shocked if she had known the thoughts running through Jenny's mind as she scrubbed Mary's back.

Damnit this is making me horny! She thought. Her nipples were so hard they ached, and her pussy juices were flowing freely. She turned her sister around and began soaping Mary's front. Mien she was done, she handed the soap to Mary. "Your turn again." she said.

Mary soaped her sister's body slowly, rubbing her palms across Jenny's nipples. To Mary, they felt like little pebbles against her hands.

Sliding her hands down Jenny's belly, Mary noticed her sister sliding her feet slightly further apart. Plunging her hands down to soap and scrub her sisters pubic hair, Mary saw Jenny close her eyes and tilt her head back. Taking a breath, Mary slipped her soapy fingers among the folds of her big sisters pussy. Flicking the soap rapidly across Jenny's clit sent Jenny into wave after wave of climax. Finally, Mary finished washing her sisters legs. Wordlessly, Jenny took the soap back from Mary and proceeded to soap and rub her kid sisters pussy and clit until the younger girl had also come at least once.

They rinsed off and toweled each other dry.

Neither mentioned the episode in the shower. Both knew it would be repeated, and often.

When they were dressed again, the sisters unpacked the results of their shopping trip. Clothes,

Knick-knacks, and other oddments.

Mike came home a couple of hours later. He was looking forward to relaxing and having a nice quiet evening with his wife.

He opened the door and was hit by a pair of redhead whirlwinds. Mike was kissed and hugged and dragged bodily into the living room.

"Sit right here." said Jenny. "Mary and I have some things to show you."

Mike sat in his favorite chair bemused while Mary shoved a cold bottle of beer into his hand. Then the girls disappeared. Mike heard a lot of whispering and giggling in the hallway, and then Jenny dimmed the lights, except for a directional light that shone on a spot in the middle of the room.

Jenny stepped into the light wearing a sheer green negligee that she had just bought that day. She turned around and showed Mike the whole sexy outfit. Then she stepped aside and Mary came into the light wearing a see through baby doll nightie in powder blue. Mike could clearly see Mary's pubic hair and erect nipples. When Mary left the light, Jenny came back in another skimpy outfit. The show went on for more than an hour. By the time it was over, Mike had a full erection and the girls knew it. Jenny knelt by Mike's feet and opened his pants, hauling out his pecker. She was still wearing a sheer harem style outfit. Mike caressed his wife's head as she bent her face to his groin and sucked him deep into her mouth. Mike leaned his head back and closed his eyes as he savored the sensations Jenny's mouth was giving his cock. "Don't be greedy." Mike heard Mary say. He opened his eyes and saw Mary nudge his wife from between his legs. As soon as Jenny let his cock out of her mouth, Mary swallowed it. Jenny moved over and up beside Mike's head. She stripped her top off and held her tit up to Mike's face so that he could kiss and suckle her nipple. Jenny looked down at her sister's head bobbing above her husband's crotch ands smiled. If she was going to share Mike, it was going to be with her sister.

Mary meanwhile, was trying her best to swallow Mike to the roots. He was built bigger than her boyfriend, a good 8 inches at least, but Mary had deep-throated bigger cocks.

Jenny was now kissing Mike as his hands explored her pussy and ass.

Finally, Mike pulled back his head. "Enough." he said. 

Mary let his cock slip out of her mouth with a popping sound. "What next big boy?" she asked sassily.

"Bedroom." was all Mike said.

"Goody!" said the sisters in unison. Then they looked at each other and laughed.

Mike shed his clothes on the way upstairs.

The girls were nude by the time they hit the stairs, having less to remove in the first place.

Once in the bedroom, Mike lay back on the bed and pulled Jenny up to kneel over his face. He cupped her hips in his hands and sent his tongue darting up and into his wife's red/gold furred pussy. Mike felt the bed bounce a bit as Mary joined them and promptly stuffed his cock back down her throat. Mike could easily tell when Jenny came. Her pussy clutched at his tongue like a hungry little mouth, and her juices fairly gushed.

Mike felt his come surging and had just enough control to wait until Mary had him deep in her throat before shooting off.

Mary clamped her lips around his cock tightly as soon as she felt his climax hit. She didn't want to miss a single drop.

When he was done ejaculating, Mike felt Mary's mouth leave his cock. Jenny moved off his face and let Mary move into position over Mike's talented tongue. Jenny straddled Mike's hips and lowered her pussy onto his still erect prick. She sank down until Mike's cock head hit her cervix and stretched her pussy as she settled her weight all the way down. She loved the full feeling of Mike inside her. Jenny knew Mike could last for over an hour with her on top. Mary was in for a wonderful surprise.

Mary reached down and tangled her fingers in Mike's hair as he ate her to ecstasy. Jenny had her head thrown back as she rocked back and forth atop Mike, impaled on his erection. She played with her own breasts as she twisted and flexed her hips, occasionally raising herself up and dropping down again. Her breathing grew ragged as she approached yet another climax. Mary was coming steadily, and finally had to just keel over to the side and lay there panting and twitching as she recovered from the sensory overload.

Jenny leaned forward to plant her hands on either side of Mike's head as she humped harder and faster. This new angle gave her a lot of direct clitoral contact, and her swollen nipples swung within easy reach of her husband's lips and tongue. Jenny built her way up through a series of smaller climaxes, and then she swept over the top of a massive orgasm that nearly made her pass out. She lay collapsed atop Mike, twitching with the aftershocks of her climax.

Mary pushed her off to the side, and Jenny rolled limply off Mike, exposing his erection. "Yum." said Mary as she forked her leg over Mike and settled her pussy down onto his cock. Unlike her sister, Mary didn't ease down; she just moved upright and let her weight drive him up into her. Mary's eyes bulged a bit, "Wow." she breathed. Mike was bigger than she had thought, and she hadn't expected to be this full. For a moment, she thought he was going to split her in two.

She fell forward, catching herself with her palms against Mike's chest. He winked at her and smiled. Mary smiled back, and then cautiously started moving on him. As she grew used to his length and circumference stretching her open, Mary gained confidence and was soon building herself up to the same kind of overwhelming climax that had exhausted her sister.

When Mary finally collapsed onto Mike1s chest, he let her rest there for a bit, then he rolled her off to the side. Mike turned to kneel between the sisters. "Decisions, decisions." he said.

"I think my pussy has died for the night," said Mary. She rolled over onto her stomach.

Mike winked at Jenny. She reached up and took a small bottle of corn oil from the headboard of the bed and handed it to Mike. Mary lay there face down with her eyes closed. Mike oiled his erection and trickled a little of it onto Mary's ass hole. She wriggled and made a small giggling sound. Mike moved to brace himself over Mary. Jenny squirmed around and gripped her husband's prick, guiding it into her sister's ass.

Mary woke up all the way when she felt the spongy head of Mike's cock nudging her rectum. Before she could tense up or protest, Mike had pressed forward. His cock head popped past her sphincter and the shaft of his erection was sliding deep into her bowels. "Hey, that thing won't fit back there!" Mary yelled. 

"Obviously, it does." quipped her sister. And indeed, Mike's erection was buried full length into the younger sisters backside. Mary relaxed slowly. She had been relaxed and limp when the penetration began, so there wasn't any real pain, she just felt incredibly full.

Jenny moved to where she could reach up between her sister's legs and tease her clit. As Mary began to respond to her sisters fingering and Mike's cock up her ass, he began stroking slowly and carefully in and out of the younger girl.

Mary soon was lifting her ass up and back to meet Mike's thrusts, and she could feel another warm glow stating in her belly, signaling the approach of yet another climax.

Mary's anal walls closed and pulsed around Mike's erection when she came, and her anal ring clamped tight around the base of his cock. Mike gave another few thrusts into her now incredibly tight ass hole, then he pressed himself as deep as he could go and finally let his come splash out onto the walls of her rectum. Mike held still for a long time, letting his cock go soft and slip easily out of Mary's poor stretched bunghole.

A weary group shower later, Jenny and Mary served a very late supper in the kitchen. None of them had bothered to dress.

"Not that I'm complaining mind you," Said Mike as they ate. "But what brought this little erotic adventure about?"

Mary about choked on her sandwich.

Jenny explained serenely. "I thought I would give you a little gift in advance for the trip this summer."

"Hmm," Mike said thoughtfully. He reached over to Mary and hefted her breast in his hand. "A bit scrawny, can ewe exchange her for a sleeker model?"

Mary gaped, then glared at Mike's crotch and snapped her teeth at him in mock anger.

Jenny dissolved into giggles.

Mary turned to Jenny. "Hey sis, remind me to thank you properly for not warning me when old ‘log dick' over here ambushed my poor defenseless butt hole." 

Jenny just cracked up again.

Mary turned to Mike, "Do you screw HER in the ass too?"

"Sure do." replied Mike. "As often as possible." 

Jenny nodded confirmation, still giggling too much to talk straight.

"Anything ELSE I should know about?" asked Mary.

"Well, there are the handcuffs, the vibrators, and the video cameras..." said Mike. "You got movies of you two?" Mary asked excitedly. "On the bottom shelf in the living room, below the other tapes." Jenny said.

Mary bounced up out of her chair and raced into the other room.

Mike and Jenny followed more slowly. Mary was on her knees and elbows in front of the shelves with her rump wagging up in the air as she went through the tapes on the bottom shelf. "Tempting, mighty tempting." muttered Mike at the sight.

"Go ahead." whispered Jenny in Mike's ear.

His cock already rising to the occasion, Mike walked quietly up behind Mary and knelt down. Taking her hips in his hands, he thrust his hips forward and sank to the hilt in Mary's pussy.

She pressed back against him for a second. Then, "Hey, wait a minute here..." Mike grasped Mary around the waist with both arms and stood up, still imbedded in Mary from behind. Mary squawked in outrage. She waved a tape in her hand as Mike carried her over to the recliner. He sat down with Mary in his lap. The extra penetration momentarily stopping her protests.

Jenny plucked the tape from Mary1 s hand and slid it into the VCR.

Mike picked up the remote with his free hand, (his other arm was around Mary, keeping her from squirming free.) and turned on the big screen TV and started the tape.

Mary quieted down as she saw Mike and her sister onscreen. Mike leaned back a bit and pulled Mary back against him as she watched the action on the screen. Jenny knelt with her back to the screen she had seen the tape before, hell; she was the star of the video. She busied herself licking and kissing Mary's pussy and Mike's cock where it entered Mary.

By the end of the tape, Mary was hornier than ever, and Mike and Jenny took her upstairs again in a determined effort to satisfy the younger girl.

The next morning, Mary came down to breakfast, showered and dressed smartly.

"Today I'm off to find a job," she announced.

"Good for you." Said Mike. He handed Mary a couple of $20's. "This should keep you in gasoline and lunch if you don't go overboard."

"Thanks Mike!" Mary said happily. She gave both her sister and Mike a hug and a kiss for luck before she left on her job search.

That night, Mary came home shortly after Mike did.




And Sister Makes Three



She was bulling over with excitement. "I got a job!" she squealed as soon as she came through the front door. "I start Friday!"

"Good for you!" Jenny said. "Where is the job? What'11 you be doing?"

"I'm going to work at the Sundown Club. I'm going to be a nude dancer!"

Mike almost choked on the beer he was drinking.

"Not on your life!" Mike declared.

Both sisters looked at Mike in surprise. "Why not?" asked Mary.

"Oh not about being a nude dancer, hell, I'm all for that." Mike said. "But I won't let you work at that nightclub. The girls there are forced to turn tricks and the bouncers and bartenders deal drugs." 

Mary looked frightened. "Oh." she said in a small voice.

"I will get you work as a dancer at a much classier club." said Mike. He picked up the phone and made a call.

"Come on, we'll go down to the Purple Parrot club. My buddy Mark owns the place and he says if you are half as cute as jenny, you're hired." Mary picked up her purse and handed Jenny's purse to her. They all trooped out to Mike's Caddy.

At the Purple Parrot Club, Mike ushered the girls through the door.

He paid the $5 cover charge for each of them, then he led them to a table not far from the stage.

Unlike many clubs featuring exotic dancing, The PPC (Purple Parrot Club) was reasonably well lit.

Mike flagged down a passing dancer and sent her off to find his friend Mark.

Mark soon joined them. A huge, graying ex-marine, Mark had always wanted to own a strip joint, and when he bought the PPC, he did it up right.

"Welcome to the club." Mark said. He shook Mike's hand and bent down to collect a kiss on the cheek from Jenny.

"And who is this enchantress?" Mark asked as he bowed over Mary's hand and kissed her knuckles. Mary giggled and blushed.

"This is my sister Mary." said Mike.

Mark sat down with them. "So what can I do for you?" he asked.

Mike gestured for Mary to speak up.

"Well," Mary said. "I want to be a dancer here."

"Well, then," Replied Mark. "Let's see what you've got. Go tell the DJ what you want to dance to, and tell the short blonde that I said you go up next on stage 2."

Mary nodded. "Got it." She stood up and strode off to the DJ's booth. 

"Shall we move over to the stage?" Mark asked.

The group shifted over to a table next to the secondary stage. When the current song ended, There was a pause while the dancers shifted positions. Then the DJ came over the speakers. "Now, for your enjoyment, On Stage #1, the lovely and exotic May Ling! On Stage #2, we have a newcomer, just starting tonight, give a big hand and lots of tips to FLAME! And on the center stage, our star attraction tonight, the super sexy dream girl, Suzy Nipps!"

Then the music started playing. Mike recognized the song as one of his favorites, "Black Velvet" by Alanis Morrisette.

Mary stepped out from the curtains in high heels and wearing a cape that covered her from her shoulders to her ankles, as she started to sway and move to the throbbing beat of the song, Mary's body could be seen wrapped in gauzy scarves. She brought her hands together and pushed them out the front of the cape and spread her arms. Spinning around, the scarves seemed to disappear on their own, until she was nude beneath the cape. Mary's dance concealed her body, only offering strategic glimpses and flashes until the end of the number. As the music ended, Mary let the cape fall from her shoulders and she did a vertical split. She came down onto all fours and wagged her rump at the spectators, then gathered up the bills that had been placed on the edge of the stage, then she scooped up the cape and the scarves and scampered off stage.

A few minutes later, Mary came back to the table fully dressed. He face was still flushed and her eyes sparkled. "What did you think?" She asked breathlessly.

"I done quit thinkin' a few minutes ago." Declared Mark. "You have the job. See the house mother for your schedule and the rules."

Mary bounced in her chair and clapped her hands delightedly.

"Now if I can only talk your sister into dancing..." Teased Mark.

"You have been wanting to see me naked ever since we met." laughed Jenny. "Hell yeah, do you blame me?" retorted Mark.

Mike just laughed.

"OK, one night only." Jenny said.

Jenny and Mary got up and walked over to the dancers dressing area.

"You don't mind, do you?" Mark asked Mike.

"Jenny's a big girl, she can do what she wants. Besides, I want to see this myself." Mike said.

A few minutes later, The DJ came over the loudspeakers again. "Gentlemen, for your viewing pleasure, for one night only, the lovely Flame will be joined on stage by her sister Blaze!"

Mike and Mark moved over to the side of the main stage. The music started, "A Good Run of Bad Luck," from the movie 'Maverick'.

Jenny and her sister came strutting out from the curtains wearing bandanas for tops and bottoms, and cowgirl hats. Bumping and grinding and writhing to the music, the sisters finished nude except for their high heels and brilliant smiles. The crowd in the bar applauded thunderously. The girls scooped up the clothes and the $$ and scampered backstage.

"I think I'm going to like that gal," said Mark.

Mike just sipped his beer and smiled to himself.

Mary and Jenny came over to the table dressed for the next set of dances. "This is more fun than I thought!" remarked Jenny.

She counted out the money they had taken from the bar. Almost $200. Mark reached over and took a couple of $20 bills from the pile. "The DJ always gets 10%, and the bartender gets 10%. And the house mother gets $5 per dance." and Mark picked $15 from the pile. "The rest is yours."

Mary was excited. This was the most cash she had earned in just a few minutes in her life! 

Well, legally anyhow, she admitted to herself with a grin.

"Pay attention missy." said Mark. 

Mary gave him her full attention.

"There is no touching allowed, or we could lose our license. No drugs, and only 2 drinks per night when you are on duty. If you get caught hooking or with dope, you will be fired and the cops called. Be on time, and call in if you have to be late or can't come in. You get 1 free meal per 8-hour shift, and if you want more than that, the food will be 1/2 price. Any questions?" Mary shook her head.

Mark caught the eye of a waitress. "Melinda, get me an application from the office, and spread the word, this table drinks free tonight." 

"Make it two applications please," said Jenny.

Mark glanced at her in surprise and nodded to Melinda.

The waitress left to go get the applications.

"I want to try working here part time." Jenny said. "It's fun, and a good way to earn extra spending money."

"Have fun sweetheart." said Mike.

"Welcome to the club." said Mark gravely. "Well, I have to get back to work. Mike, Why don't you hang out here for a bit, if you get bored, come back to the office."

"Will do," said Mike.

Mark heaved his bulk up out of the chair and lumbered off.

Melinda brought Mary and Jenny their applications. The girls borrowed pens from Mike and got busy filling out the forms.

The house mother showed up before they were finished. "Time for your next set ladies." She said.

Mary and Jenny left their forms on the tables and followed the house mother backstage.

The sisters were on separate stages this time, and both made decent tips. One table called for Jenny to do a table dance, but the house mother nixed the idea. "Not until you have watched a couple of the other girls do the lap dances and the table dances so you can see what you can and can't do."

So Mary and Jenny watched Mike pay for a table dance and a lap dance so they could see the differences and he could teach them what was allowed and what was not.

Finally, the house mother allowed them to lap and table dance for Mike, as she knew he was safe.

When the house mother was satisfied, she allowed Jenny and Mary to mingle and dance for the customers. At the end of the night, both girls had about $400 in their pockets, and they were tired but happy.

Mike drove home with the girls bouncing all over the front seat like kids on the way to the circus.

Once back at the house, Jenny waited until they were all inside. She grabbed her husband and told him in no uncertain terms, "You are about to be raped."

Mike stood there as the sisters undressed him, then each other. He hugged and kissed each girl when they were nude. "Kneel on the couch, bend over and cross your arms on the back." He ordered.

Mike stepped up behind Jenny and slipped into her from behind. She was sopping wet. She had been super horny from the excitement of dancing at the club, and she wanted some of her husband's cock.

Mike pounded into his wife hard and fast, hitting bottom with each stroke, until he felt her inner muscles pulse and clamp down as she came. 

He held still in her for a moment, and then withdrew from his wife, ignoring her sounds of protest, and shoved his cock into his sister. When Mary had come once, he moved back to Jenny.

This time he inserted his cock into her tight pink ass hole. Jenny was used to backdoor sex, and she relaxed her sphincter to allow smoother entry. Mike felt her anal ring sliding down his shaft like a hot, tight band as he sank to the roots in his wife's ass. Jenny put her head down on her arms and bumped her butt back at Mike as he screwed her. Mary played with herself, sliding 3 fingers in and out of her dripping pussy as she watched Mike bugger her big sister.

Mike moved faster and faster until he felt his come bursting up from his balls and spilling out into his wife's bowels.

Pulling out of her still gaping asshole, Mike moved over to Mary. "Oh hell," she moaned as Mike worked his still hard cock into her tight asshole. Mary wasn't used to the anal sex, so she had some discomfort until she figured out how to relax and enjoy what was happening. Mike screwed her for a longer time than he had Jenny, thanks to his having already come once that night.

Mary moaned and fingered her own pussy and clit as Mike plowed her ass hole until she brought herself off. At long last, Mike blew his load up into his wife's sister.

He pulled out of Mary and kissed both girls. Then he went upstairs and took a quick shower. When he was done, he filled the oversized tub with hot water and added bubble bath. He arranged candles around the bathtub and lit them. He carried the girls from the couch, one over each shoulder, to the bathroom.

He lowered them one at a time into the bathtub, then handed each of them a class of wine. 

He left the bottle in a bucket of ice and left, turning out the overhead lights to leave the sisters to enjoy the candle lit bubble bath.

Mary raised her glass to her sister in a toast. "To Mike, you're lucky to have him."

Jenny clinked her glass against Mary's. "I know." she said.

Mike was downstairs making a midnight snack for the girls when they were done bathing.

Two sweet ladies to screw, and a promotion at his job.

Life was sweet.

He cocked his head as he heard feminine laughter from upstairs.

Sweet indeed.



And Sister Makes Three



Author's note: I never intended on writing this part of the story after recording my affair with my mother in "Making Mom." (If you haven't read that episode, you might want to do so before reading this, to add to your understanding.) But I decided that since I had already admitted to the incestuous love I shared with my mother during the last years of her life, I may as well tell the rest of the story. Confession is supposed to be good for the soul.

Again, what I record is pretty much the way it happened. Obviously, I didn't take down direct quotes at the time, but this story reflects more or less what we said, shared, and experienced. Such things do, after all, tend to leave a lasting impression.

So here's the sequel. It is your decision as to whether or not you believe it. I think you will at least agree that my mother suffered tremendously during her second marriage. I am happy that I was able to eventually make up—in part—for her suffering, to add to her happiness. 

*

When I awoke the following morning, my mother was gone. I could hear her working in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. I grabbed my robe and stumbled into the kitchen, thrilled yet thoroughly embarrassed by what had taken place last night. What does one say to one's mother the morning after having had sex with her?

"Good morning, mom," I ventured. Her back was to me as she worked at the counter and I could see her stiffen when I spoke. She was already—and deliberately, I thought—fully dressed, her usual breakfast attire being nightgown and bathrobe. The bottom strands of her hair bore witness to a previous shower. For a full minute she said nothing. Then, without looking at me, she finally suggested that if I wanted to shower, I better hurry as breakfast would soon be ready. It was one way of getting me out of the room.

I padded off to the shower and soon returned to the kitchen, to be greeted by a terse request to set the table. When all had been readied, we sat in the dining room, bacon, eggs, and toast in front of us. I began eating; she had only picked up her fork, staring at her food.

"Look, mom, about last night ...," I began, and she burst into tears.

"You called me a cunt," she blubbered. "That's what those other men called me. I am not a cunt, I am your mother! How could you say such things to me? And how do we ever go back to where we were? You fucked me last night (she spat the word out). Do you realize what you did? I am your mother, not just some other woman. And what about you? Aren't you ashamed of what you did? What about your wife? How do you think she is going to react knowing her husband slept with his mother. If you want to fuck someone, you are supposed to be fucking her!"

She was now fully dissolved in tears, threw her fork on the table, and fled to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her for emphasis.

This is not how I hoped it would be. I wanted to go to her, but realized she was too upset to talk so I finished eating, cleared the table and took my time cleaning the kitchen. Then it was time to face the music.

I approached her door and knocked softly. "Mom, can we talk?" No answer. I rapped again and called her name, still with no response. Finally, I opened the door and walked to her bed. She was lying under the covers, still fully clothed, facing away from me. Obviously, this wasn't going to be easy and I did wonder what kind of questions my wife would have if my mother refused to have any contact with me in the future. I stood by her bed and cleared my throat, even though I knew she was aware of my presence.

"We need to talk .... But I don't know what to say. I am sorry if I upset you...," this as I touched her arm. She spun around in bed, her eyes filled with fire.

"Maybe you should think about what you are going to tell your wife!" and she turned away once again.

I sat on the edge of the bed and put my hand on her shoulder. "I hope that Cathy never finds out about this," I began. "But let me tell you a few things that maybe you should know. First of all, I have wanted you for as long as I can remember. I wanted to feel your breasts.... No, I wanted to feel your tits, bury my face in your pussy, and feel my cock slide slowly into you. I wanted to cum inside you, to make you mine. And I wanted you to want me to do those things. Last night was my dream come true. You will never know how much that meant to me."

She said nothing. Time to take the plunge and put all the cards on the table.

"As far as Cathy goes.... Cathy isn't exactly a sex fiend. For some reason, she never seemed to really enjoy sex. And since we had the kids, she doesn't show any interest at all. She let's me fuck her about twice a month and is basically dead meat under me. She might as well be sleeping. Anything out of the ordinary, forget it. She sucks my cock on 'special occasions' only, and then for less than a minute. Same for letting me eat her pussy. That is hardly ever allowed and as soon as I get a taste, she figures that is enough and tells me to stop. I've tried to get her to see a counselor about her lack of sex drive but she doesn't think she has a problem. If you want to know, most of the time, I just jack off instead of going through the motions with her. And when I do jack off," I paused, "I think of you. I hope that you enjoyed last night, too. I know you came, so it couldn't have been all bad. I honestly wanted it as much for you as I did for me." Another period of silence during which my mother didn't respond. "Look. If you want to throw me out, just say so. But don't just lie there and say nothing."

She finally turned to face me. All the hatred had gone from her eyes. "I'm sorry to hear about you and Cathy. I know that can't be easy for you. But .... What we did last night is not supposed to happen. I suppose I should be flattered by your desire for me, but I am your mother, not your lover. If I enjoyed last night, that was wrong. I never should have let it happen. Think about what we did. You were inside of me. I had an orgasm while you were (she paused before completing the sentence) fucking me. I was in heaven being with a man that I loved once again. But I can't love you that way. It was just so wrong. Maybe I had too much to drink, but I should never have let you even see me the way you did, never let you touch me, let alone have sex with me. Somehow, we'll just have to forget about what happened...," her voice trailed off. "I do still love you, if that's what you're worried about."

I lay on the bed beside her, sliding under the covers to be next to her and took her in my arms. "Thanks for saying that, mom. I was afraid you would never speak to me again." I kissed her on the forehead and held her cheek to mine, whispering how much I loved her over and over. She slowly put her arms around me. My cock started getting hard from our embrace which she made no move to end. I caressed her other check, then ran my fingers through her hair, finally plying my finger over her soft lips. I could feel her body tense as I slowly pressed and held my cock against her body. I lowered my lips to her eyelids, gently kissing one, then the other. When I stopped, she opened her eyes, looking deeply in mine before I kissed her on her lips, softly at first, then with increasing passion. My hand, which up to now had been holding her shoulder, slipped down to feel the side of her breast. I began to probe her lips with my tongue which at first she resisted, then opened her mouth. Her tongue met mine. My hand now massaged the fullness of her tit, the nipple already noticeably hard even under her clothing.

"Oh, Jesus," she finally responded. "We can't do this again," even though we both know what was going to happen. I began to unbutton her blouse. When I had undone her blouse, she sat up to pull it off as I removed my shirt. I reached behind her to unsnap her bra, fumbling with the hooks until she reached behind her back and with a more-practiced hand undid it for me, then let the bra fall from her wonderfully luscious tits, her half-inch nipples now fully erect, capping each dark brown areola.

"Promise me that you will never tell anyone about this," she asked as my hands now cupped and gently squeezed her breasts. "Promise me."

"No one will ever know. No one will ever need to know," I assured her before locking my lips first on her nipple, then taking as much of her tit as possible into my mouth." Both of us now knew that we were voluntarily crossing a new threshold. She held my head in both hands as I ministered to her growing need. Finally, she gently pushed me away, then began removing her remaining clothing. I stood next to the bed and followed suit, my cock at last springing free, the end already covered with my dripping pre-cum. We lay beside each other on the bed, time becoming lost in our passionate kisses. After feeling her tits again, I lowered my hand to her pussy, now becoming wet with her juices. I gently rubbed her clit, then slowly inserted a finger into her pussy, first in, then out. I kissed my way down her body, finally tonguing her pussy. This was another milestone for me; unlike last night, this time she offered no resistance. I feasted on her treasure for a minute or so, as her hands grabbed my head, pulling me into even closer contact with her, her bottom rising slightly to give me greater access to her hairy womanhood.

"Oh, God," she said. "It has been sooo long...." After granting me another moments access, she pulled me upwards to kiss me deeply again, then pushed me onto the bed and lowered her mouth to my cock, first tonguing the head, then taking me into her mouth and beginning to suck my cock as it hadn't been sucked before. I may have thought of Mom as reserved sexually, but she now showed me that this was not the first time she had pleased a man orally. I let her suck until I felt my balls beginning to boil. I wanted to cum deep inside her, not waste a load on her mouth. I shifted our positions to place her on her knees, then attacked her pussy from the rear, licking at her juices, stroking her clit with my tongue, spearing my tongue into her, all the while giving my cock a chance to recover from her oral skills. She, without hesitation, was stroking her own tits, which only added to her pleasure.

When I sensed that she was reaching her orgasm, I put her on her back and prepared to mount her. Her hands immediately returned to her tits. She was ready to fuck. I didn't have to tell her to put it in. As I lowered my body to hers, she reached for my cock, directing it to her cunt.

Then, I was in and we were one.

We both orgasmed quickly, first Mom, her body going incredibly stiff, her breath held until she began to burst over the edge, then fucking back at me as if there were no tomorrow as she came. My cum almost immediately followed hers, as I pumped my spunk into the willing body of the woman who was my mother. I don't think I had ever come so intensely as I did that time.

We lay together, simply touching each other, continuing our exploration of each others skin, hair, and lips. Finally, she said something funny about the cum that was leaking from her pussy and we both dissolved in laughter. I knew then that everything would be okay.

Since she hadn't eaten, I now made her breakfast, then we paraded through the day in bathrobes, returning several times before dark to enjoy each others pleasure. No oral these times, just slow, languorous fucking. The work we had planned to continue that day had been forgotten. Before bedtime, we did shower, had some more champagne and made love one last time. I ate her pussy until she came again and again, then she once again sucked my cock, this time until I came in her mouth, even though she didn't swallow. She said she wanted to give me what Cathy would not.

Come morning, as she lay sleeping, I raised her leg and slipped my cock into her, fucking her ever so slowly as she awakened. I whispered to her to play with her pussy which she did with just the slightest hesitation. I waited until she had cum before emptying my balls into her. After a quick shower and a quicker breakfast, she helped me gather my things for my return home. While we were working, I asked her about the comment she had made about being called a cunt by some other men and what that was all about. Her response was that it was just something that had happened once which had upset her and that it didn't matter anymore. I left it there, kissed her goodbye and began my journey home, promising to return when I could so we could continue where we had left off, giving her tits one last squeeze as I turned to walk out the door.

My future was from that time filled with as many visits as I could make to be together with my mother. To eliminate any suspicions on anyone's part, I took Cathy and the kids along from time to time when they were not in school. My perfect cover for additional, solo trips was the necessity to deal with what turned out to be massive legal entanglements with Hal's business ventures, some of which had been legal, many of which had been not. Eventually, my mother divested herself completely of the whole thing, leaving her a very wealthy woman, just compensation for having to endure Hal.

I didn't think we would ever be caught. Then the shit hit the fan.

A word about my sister before I begin. When we were younger, Jenna and I had been very close. Together—without speaking about it—we suffered along with my mother through the turmoil of my father's death, through the poverty that followed, through my mother's marriage to Hal, whom we felt accepted us only as necessary evils which came as part of the package deal. Jenna eventually developed into a beautiful young woman, very sexy in a quiet way. I am sure that there were many guys of her generation who would have loved to have gotten in her panties, if only for an evening. She had ample cleavage, an athletic yet feminine body, thick and flowing chestnut hair, captivating blue eyes, delicate hands, and an easy-going manner with everyone. If she had a fault it would be that she fairly early in her teen years became deeply religious, something which thankfully the years had gradually begun to wear away. But because of her beliefs, we had gradually drifted apart. We remained friends, but I thought little of her convictions and I don't think she was particularly enamored by mine. Our final break was occasioned by her marriage to Frank, a fundamentalist minister who was forever spouting about the need for everyone to follow in the savior's footsteps, accept the lord, etc., etc. Somehow he managed to win the hand of my sister but I never saw them expressing outward affection for one another. That part hurt, as I knew Jenna deserved better and wanted much more. I though of him as a genuine asshole and saw him as seldom as possible. That also meant I saw little of my sister. The only times I saw her let her hair down was when she was doing an overnighter at my mother's house. Her language became more colorful and she was not averse to having a drink or two. I guess she realized that as soon as she returned to her home, she would be again living in a glass house, in conformity to the standards expected as the wife of a holy-roller minister. For whatever reason, they had not had any children. And even though Frank had automatically expected Jenna to immerse herself in the Lord's work, Jenna has stood her ground and sought fulfillment in her position as assistance branch manager for a personnel consulting firm.

My sister, Jenna, who lived just twenty miles away from my mother, arrived early one Monday morning following one of my weekend visits with my mother. Although she was not supposed to come until late morning, she—for some reason—decided to show up early. When she entered the house, Mom was still out on her morning walk. Since my sister had promised to help with "spring cleaning" and felt a good place to began would be with the laundry, she went into my mother's bedroom to strip the sheets. What she found (I would later find out) were the clear stains and fresh evidence that someone had been fucking in her mother's bed. She knew from experience the smell and appearance of male ejaculate. Jenna was paralyzed at the implication. She quickly undid her work, visited the guest bedroom, to prove what she suspected: my bed had not been slept in, even though she knew I had spent the weekend and had left just hours before her arrival. Her conclusion was that I had been raping her mother, since she just "knew" her mother was incapable of engaging in sex with her son unless she had been forced.

When Mom returned from her walk, Jenna pretended she had just arrived. They enjoyed coffee and rolls together. Then Jenna announced that it was time to get to work, the first task being to strip the bed in the master bedroom. Mom blanched at the suggestion, suggesting that Jenna run a few errands for her downtown. Jenna persisted, saying she could do that later while the laundry was drying. Mom could strip her bed and she would strip mine. Mom later said she almost had a heart attack. She knew that my bed had been unslept in. How was she going to explain that away? She resorted to stating that she had washed those sheets and remade the bed after I left that morning, an excuse that even Mom knew was pretty feeble and such an act quite unlikely.

Now Jenna knew. It only remained for her to have positive proof of what I was up to. She dropped the whole laundry question, giving Mom the chance to "destroy the evidence"

while she attacked the windows.

Two weekends later, I visited my mother again. That Friday evening, after what I thought was a romantic meal in our favorite restaurant, Mom and I finally went to bed. After a leisurely period of just enjoying each other's warmth and conversation, we began to make love. I was atop my mother, pumping my cock into her warm depths when the bedroom door burst open and Jenna rushed in. She had quietly let herself in using a spare key she carried.

Jenna had caught "me" in the act. "Get off of her! Stop fucking her!" she screamed at me at the same time she grabbed the nearest object (my mother's electric alarm clock) and hurled it at my head with all the strength and hatred she could muster. I was frozen with panic at our discovery and simply stopped moving, my cock still buried in Mom. My mother screamed. I just watched the clock sailing in my direction, ducking my head only when I was about to be hit. I was partially saved by the fact that just before it hit me above the temple, the cord snapped tight, greatly diminishing the impact. But it was still lights out for me. I was out cold, but not before falling from the bed.

Now it was their time to panic when they saw my eyes wide open, with only the whites of my eyes showing. Mom sprang from bed, buck naked, and knelt at my side where she was joined by Jenna. They tried to revive me, but I was unresponsive.

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God," my mother kept repeating, gently slapping my cheeks and wringing my hand in an attempt to revive me. Jenna thought she had killed me. Mom ordered her to call 911. After the call, Jenna returned to my side where it suddenly dawned on both of them that this was a somewhat delicate situation. What would the paramedics make of finding me where I was without clothes on, my cock and pubic hair glistening from the juices of our lovemaking? What followed must have been worthy of a key-stone kops scene. Jenna ran to get washcloth and soapy water to clean me up (my mom did the washing). My mother did order Jenna to dry me off, while she quickly swiped her pussy with the washcloth. Mom grabbed jeans and a sweatshirt and, when dressed, told Jenna they would have to drag me to my bedroom. They no sooner got me there, somehow managed to put my shorts on over my still half hard cock, and messed up the covers, when the paramedics arrived, just as I was coming to. Fortunately, by this time my cock was going soft. The story was fabricated that I must have fallen out of bed and hit my head, as this is how they had found me. But even though I was now awake, the paramedics insisted I be taken in for possible head trauma as what I was saying didn't make much sense and my "vitals" weren't that good.




And Sister Makes Three



I spent the night at the hospital where I quickly recovered although with one hell of a headache. Jenna had gone home as soon as she found out I was going to live but not before insisting to my mother that I be arrested for rape. Mom finally convinced her that she wasn't going to do any such thing and that they could all talk about this later.

Jenna didn't talk to Mom for several days other than calling to ask if she was alright and—again—whether or not she was going to charge me. Mom got her to promise not to say anything to anyone until we had all had a chance to talk. A meeting was arranged for the following weekend.

When I arrived in the late afternoon, Jenna was already there and if a cold shoulder could cause frost-bite, I would have perished from the cold. We had a silent supper interrupted only with Mom's attempts to keep some sort of conversation filling in the quiet. After clearing the table, Mom announced that we were all going to take a walk to enjoy the beautiful late afternoon, then enjoy a swim. Then we could talk.

Not what Jenna had in mind, I could tell, as she was ready to skewer me now, not have to spend any more time with me than necessary before never seeing me again. Mom, however, was insistent; Jenna finally relented. The walk through the woods, the dip in the pool followed by a hot shower did us all good. At least Jenna's remarks to me were finally becoming civil, even though the icy barrier between us was still there. When we all assembled again in the living room, Mom told me to fix us all a drink, then we could talk.

We had one drink, then another, as no one knew quite how to begin. Finally, I opened the conversation by suggesting to Jenna that what she had seen didn't tell the whole story. I had not raped my mother.

"Oh, yeah, right. You were just an innocent bystander. Well, I know what a depraved, despicable asshole you are. I saw what you did. I saw you on top of her. I hope you burn in hell forever for what you did to Mom. You are nothing but a genuine, lowlife MOTHERFUCKER!"

She was screaming so loud, her face within inches of mine by the time she had finished, that I was sure the whole world would hear.

Now I was pissed. I had tried to be nice to Jenna during the evening in sympathy for what she must be going through. But enough is enough. I admit that my response was both vicious and childish.

"And you are the paragon of virtue? Aren't you the one that got kicked out of that private college for doing a little waltz down the lesbian lane? Do you still like eating pussy, you self-righteous bitch? How did that letter read again? You were being expelled for 'obscene, illicit homosexual activity with your roommate.' Which one of you was doing the other or are you more into the 69 style of doing things? If I'm a motherfucker, you are nothing but a pussy-eating, cunt-lapping, two-faced hypocritical bitch."

My response from Jenna was to have my face slapped. Hard! But I wasn't through. "Have you given up eating pussy since you married that stuffed shirt, holy-roller husband of yours? Did you even tell him you like pussy? Did you promise him you would quit when you got married? Or are you still enjoying a little on the side?"

Now it was Mom's turn to get angry, mostly at me. "Stop it!" she ordered. "This is getting us nowhere. This is not what we are here to discuss. First of all, how did you find out about your sister? That was supposed to be a secret between the two of us. I promised her I would never tell anyone. You owe her an apology, mister."

She was right. I had gone way beyond where I should have gone. "Sorry, Jenna," I mumbled. "And Mom didn't tell me about that, if that is what you are thinking. I read it in some of Mom's personal papers years ago which I guess I shouldn't have been looking at. I'm sorry I said those things."

Jenna just sat there guzzling her drink but I could tell her anger had returned.

Mom tried to get us back on track by asking me to try to tell Jenna exactly how she came to discover us in bed

"I don't care what he says," Jenna said, fixing me with a hateful look. "He raped you."

"No, Jenna, you are wrong. It wasn't like that at all," mom replied. She took another deep swallow of her drink. "I'm going to tell both you a story which I didn't think I would ever tell anyone. You need to hear this and I need to tell it. Please don't interrupt. It's not going to be easy for me to say this, but it has to be said."

She paused, took another drink, and then continued.

"I have been raped more than once, so I know what it is and isn't. Please forgive my language while I tell you what happened. I know you two might naturally think of me as some sort of prude when it comes to language, but I have been called a whore, a slut, a mother-fucker, a cocksucker, a bitch, and many things more."

Jenna gasped and started to protest, but mom grabbed her hand, and asked her again to be quiet.

"You both know that Hal wasn't a model citizen. In fact, he was a monster. He also wasn't a model husband. As he got older, and had a harder time having sex with me, he became more and more abusive. It started with his forcing me to pleasure myself in front of him using my fingers and eventually a variety of dildos and vibrators he bought. At first, he tried to masturbate so he would get hard, then cum on my pussy or sometimes my face. There were so many nights when he made me suck his cock for what seemed like hours, and even that didn't bring him off. Eventually, he gave that up when even that wasn't always working. I think that's when he got the idea of getting revenge on me since I could still have an orgasm."

"Mom," Jenna interrupted. "We don't need to hear this. This is embarrassing. I can't believe you would tell us this."

"But you will hear it," was her adamant reply. "Get us all another drink, Ben. Maybe that will help us get through this."

"Even when you kids were still at home," she continued, "he began hitting me, but never where it would show and never when you kids were around. But he first crossed even that line when he forced me to have sex with his secretary—yes, the woman you both know that worked for him for years. I guess he began by blaming me for his sexual failure and for his inability to satisfy me. After the first few years of marriage, orgasms for me were largely a thing of the past. Basically, I just let him fuck me because that is what I had to do to keep the peace."

"'Maybe you are more interested in woman?' he said one night after he had finished with me. Even thought I tried to fake interest in what he considered lovemaking, I suppose he knew the truth. 'Maybe you would rather be eating a little pussy, huh?' he asked, accompanied by the usual hard twist of the nipple, a punch in the stomach, or a finger rammed inside me. 'Well, I'm going to see that you do just that!' Another twist, another punch.

I thought he was just blowing off his usual steam until several weeks later, when suddenly he showed up with Tess, his secretary, in hand. I remember being surprised when they walked through the door. It didn't take me long to find out what the situation was. Hal, as usual, had been drinking and I could tell Tess had had a drink or two as well. And Hal was in no mood to hold a debate.

'In the bedroom,' he ordered, as he grabbed me by the arm. 'Time to give you what you really want—a pussy to munch on.'

Tess began to mutter an apology. 'Believe me, this was not my idea...,' and her voice trailed off.

'Show her your tits, sweetheart,' he ordered Tess.

'Hal, don't make us do this. Let's just forget about it and talk about this tomorrow. Pleeease, Hal.' She was begging him now.'

'Hal. What's going on?' I asked, but in my heart I knew.

'Shut up, the both of you,' he bellowed. 'You are going to suck Tess's tits and lick her pussy. Period. If you don't, she's fired as of right now, her husband finds out that I've been fucking her, so that will end her marriage, and your fucking brats get sent to a boarding school. I already have the papers drawn up. All I have to do is sign them. So in the bedroom, you fucking, worthless bitch.'

I was in shock. Not only was he admitting that he had been having an affair with Tess—something I always suspected, but couldn't do anything about—but now he was talking about ruining her marriage and taking away her job. And I was going to lose my children. At first I just sat there, frozen to the chair. Then I got up and walked like a zombie into the bedroom. They followed. Hal ordered both of us to strip. Then I serviced Tess, doing everything Hal ordered me to do. You can use your imaginations as to what he made me do, but I had to do all those things I had only read about two women doing. After I finally made her cum, Hal let her get dressed, then they left. I have no doubt he wound up screwing her somewhere before he took her home. I just lay on the bed, my mind totally numb, which in part, it still is.

Tess had always been a good friend. The next day, she called, asking if she could come by to apologize. I never wanted to see her again, but finally relented when she began begging and crying on the phone. When she arrived, we both cried our eyes out. She said she was sorry for everything that had ever happened. We held each other. I forgave her. Somehow, she wound up making love to me—I suppose in part as payback for the previous night. I don't think that had been her intention—it all started with the hugs, soft caresses, then a kiss or two and then it just happened. Later I made love to her, but this time because I wanted to. It was the first tenderness I had experienced since I don't know when.... At least we were doing it on our terms, not Hal's. She was such a caring, compassionate woman.... We remained close friends until she and her family moved away."

Mom's voice trailed off to nothing and she seemed to be for the moment in another world. She soon came back to reality, to the purpose of our meeting.

"So don't throw your sister's lesbian affair in her face," she admonished me. Then she continued with the sordid tale of what Hal had put her through.

"Parts of the first time with other men I remember well, and parts of it are just a blur. I remember that Hal called me the first time in the afternoon to tell me we had to take two prospective clients out to dinner that evening. I didn't really want to go and told him so. But he was absolutely insistent that I accompany him. So in the afternoon I showered, did the usual makeup and hair thing and was ready at seven when he returned home.

I was somewhat surprised when the two black guys we met at a restaurant—Jake and Stenny—turned out to be the prospects. They were accompanied by two black women, dressed almost like hookers which is what I think they turned out to be, posing as wives of the two guys.

I suppose I should have questioned why no real business of any kind was discussed during dinner or afterwards and that the two guys seemed more interested in me than in their 'wives.' Later, it all made sense. It turned out to be a night of heavy drinking, something you know I don't do very well. But the men kept buying, insisting I have just one more and Hal gave me one of those 'drink-it-or-else' looks, which didn't leave me many options although I tried to sip as slowly as I could. Just before we left, I excused myself to go the ladies room. When I returned to the table, the two women were gone, something which puzzled me at the time. Hal told me in no uncertain terms to finish my drink. I'll never know the answer, but it tasted a bit funny; because of what it did to me, I think it had been somehow drugged.

It had started to rain, so Hal went to get the car. When I tried to stand, I almost fell over. Jake put his arm around my waist and volunteered to steer me to the car. My legs and feet would hardly support me; if I had not had one of the men on each side of me, I wouldn't have been able even to stand. I vaguely remember reaching the car and literally collapsing into the rear seat, my head lolling left and right. Jake climbed into the back seat with me, put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him. I remember trying to push away but nothing else until he was half carrying me into our living room. The world was spinning and blurry.

It was Hal who asked if Jake would carry me into the bedroom so he could put me to bed. I insisted on walking myself, but when Jake let me go, I fell to the floor and clearly remember that I couldn't get up. Then I was sitting on the edge of the bed, this time being held in a sitting position by Stenny while Hal started to unbutton my blouse. Jake was standing by the door watching. I grabbed for my blouse to stop Hal only to get my face slapped. 'Look you fucking bitch,' he said. 'Time you paid for your part of that contract.' He gave up on the buttons and told Jake to give him a hand. The next thing I remember was Jake ripping my blouse open followed by my bra. 'This can't be happening,' was all I could think. My own husband was standing right there letting these black men do this to me.

I knew I was going to be raped by these two men.

Jake stood me on my feet and pulled off my skirt and panties with only one hand. I struggled but was helpless against the two of them. Hal was shaking me and talking as I continued to struggle, then he slapped me again, this time harder. 'Listen, you horny bitch,' he spat, 'I need this contract and you are part of the deal. Fuck these guys or your precious bastard kids wind up in that boarding school. Fucking understand, you stupid fucking cunt?' Another slap underscored his words. He had threatening sending you kids to a boarding school hours away, something in those days he had the right to do, and I could not stand the thought of being parted from you.

When I looked at Jake and Stenny, they were already undressed and both were stroking themselves. I was horrified and tried to stand, something I could not do. Stenny cock was about average size although fairly long. Jake was enormous—at least eight inches and very thick. I was paralyzed with fear, yet saw no escape. I again pleaded with Hal, but he simply turned and walked away. 'Fuck or the kids are gone,' was all he said. Somehow I knew I would have to survive this ordeal, not that I had much of a choice given my condition, then maybe I could see about getting a divorce.

'Oh, yeah, cunt,' Stenny said as he massaged my tits. 'We're going to have some real fun.' He pushed me onto my back, continuing to knead my tits until I felt his mouth lock onto one of my nipples. When I tried to push him away, he held my wrists to control my struggle. I could see Jake still beside the bed, still slowly stroking his massive cock. I was terrified at the sight of it and of the realization of what he wanted to do.

After a minute, Stenny raised his mouth to mine in an attempt to kiss me. Each time I felt his lips brush mine, I turned my head to the side. No way was I going to participate in what they were doing to me, or so I thought. Stenny sat up, viciously pinched both nipples and almost jerking me off the bed. 'Listen, you motherfucking whore. When I want a kiss, you better give me a kiss, understand.' He squeezed my nipples even harder; the pain was incredible.

He lowered his mouth to mine again. This time I didn't resist, and when I let his tongue probe my mouth, he let my nipples go. Eventually, his mouth trailed down my body until I could feel it on my pussy.

'Jesus,' I thought. 'This can't be happening to me.'

I felt Jake's weight as he knelt near my head. When I turned my gaze to him, he was directing his cock to my mouth. 'How's about a bit of cocksucking, baby?' he asked as his hands began to paw my tits.

'No, I won't do that,' I said with more courage than I felt. My response was answered by Stenny jamming three fingers into my pussy without warning. A new pain.

'You got a lot to learn, motherfucking cunt,' he responded. 'You want to keep your cunt in one piece, I think you better start sucking that nigger cock.' He rammed his thick fingers into me again.

Hopeless, and with tears running down my cheeks, I took the end of Jake's cock into my mouth. It was enormous, already covered with his pre-cum juices. I almost gagged at the thought. I slowly started bobbing my head on his cock, even though I couldn't take more than a few inches in my mouth. My jaw ached from being open so wide. Stenny had gone back to licking my pussy, his tongue making the rounds from licking my lips to spearing into me to thrumming on my clit. I suppose he thought he was turning me on, but the only thing I could think of was that I was being raped by two black guys, a rape arranged by my own husband.

I didn't know Hal was back in the room until I heard his camera clicking. He was actually taking pictures of what these two men were doing to me. Now I knew the situation was hopeless, and I just gave in to what was happening, trying not to think of anything, making my mind and body numb.

I continued to suck Jake's cock, hoping he would just cum and get it over with. I could sense Stenny moving up in the bed, his body now covering mine. He reached down to rub his hard cock between my legs, then started pumping into me. I didn't resist. There was nothing I could do.

'How do you like my nigger cock in your precious white cunt,' Stenny asked. 'Ever fuck a nigger before? C'mon, start fucking me, bitch.'

So I did. I started to fuck him. Anything to end this nightmare. I still hoped that if they would just cum, they would leave me alone. I wrapped my legs around Stenny, urging him on, while I sucked and licked Jake's cock hoping to be spared being fucked by him. But it went on and on. Jake kept ordering me to take him deeper into my mouth, calling me every obscenity he could think of. And Stenny just kept pumping away, his body now covered with sweat. I guess mine was too. Neither of them, of course, were using condoms, and I began thinking I would see if I could suck Stenny off before he came inside me. I was paralyzed by the thought that I might become pregnant. I removed my mouth from Jake and told him I wanted to suck Stenny's cock. Better that he cum in my mouth, even though the thought disgusted me.

'Oh no, baby,' Stenny said, 'I've got something else in mind for you.'

He pulled his cock out of me and ordered me to get on my hands and knees. At first, I just thought he wanted to do me doggie style. But I found out otherwise when he started smearing my rear with my juices and then sticking his finger in my ass. He kept returning his fingers to my pussy for more juice, then probing my ass with first one, then two fingers. Jake had repositioned himself on the bed beneath me, and I knew he wanted me to continue sucking him. I did it without hesitation, massaging his balls, licking up and down his cock, jacking him off, and trying to take as much of him in my mouth as possible. I even started begging him to cum in my mouth, anything so as I would not have to face getting fucked by his monster cock.

Meanwhile, I felt Stenny enter me again, getting his cock hard again for the assault on my ass. No one, not even Hal, had fucked my ass before and I knew this was going to be painful. When his cock was again hard, he started pumping into my ass. I thought I would pass out from this new pain. As the head of his cock entered me, I tried sliding my knees down do he couldn't go any deeper, something that earned me another slap on the side of my head when he figured out what I was doing. 'Get your ass up here, white bitch,' he ordered. When I hesitated, Jake grabbed me by the throat with his massive paw and began choking me. 'Better start cooperating, you cock-sucking cunt,' he ordered, 'or you won't be around to see tomorrow.' I quickly got back into position and surrendered my body to Stenny's assault. His hands were pawing my tits once again, pinching my nipples painfully. He seemed to thrive on inflicting as much hurt and humiliation as possible.




And Sister Makes Three



I could not believe how much it hurt to have Stenny in my backside. Despite his efforts to somehow lubricate me beforehand, I was pretty dry. As he continued fucking me it became easier, I think because he somehow added lubrication or was spitting on his cock to increase his enjoyment.

After several minutes—which seemed like forever—I could tell he was about to cum. At least I wouldn't get pregnant from him. He started grunting, thrusting faster and going deeper, now holding my hips to get as much leverage as possible. With a roar and the comment to 'take my black cum, you fucking bitch,' he slammed me back onto his cock and started to cum. He seemed to spurt forever.

Eventually, he collapsed on the bed beside me, telling Jake that he had to get some of this woman's tight ass. I was in a panic. No way could I take Jake's cock in my ass.'

'No, please,' I said. 'I want to have your big nigger cock in my pussy. Cum in my pussy, please.'

I was desperate, and hoped that by my using some of their language he would be flattered enough to think that I actually wanted him. I knew I might become pregnant, but I also knew that I couldn't have him do to me what Stenny had done. He was just too big. I didn't think I could survive it.

So he pushed me onto my back and mounted me. No formalities, just more sexual insults about my begging for a black cock and what a worthless cocksucker I was. Again, intense, intense pain. It hurt when he started ramming his monster into me and I think I literally passed out when he started going deep. I cannot describe just how much it hurt, far worse than having a baby. I drifted in and out of consciousness, aware only that he was still thrusting into me, that Hal was still in the room snapping pictures, that Stenny was now sucking my tits, that my ordeal hadn't yet ended. Finally, Jake went incredibly deep and shot his cum deep inside me, grunting like some sort of animal. Like Stenny, he seemed to fill me with endless spurts of his cum. I know I passed out.

Then they—and Hal—were gone. I struggled to the shower where I stood under the soothing waters forever. Finally, I was able to drift into an exhausted sleep.

I had survived. Hal, of course, never mentioned the incident except to ask sarcastically the following night if I had enjoyed myself."

Jenna had been softly crying the whole time mom related her story, her head in her hands. My mother had related the story stone-faced, expressing no emotion whatsoever. I had been holding Mom's hand, speechless at what she was saying. We all had been taking occasional drinks from our glasses to help dull the pain. When Mom fell silent, Jenna rose to hug her telling her over and over again how sorry she was. Mom finally interrupted her.

"Let me finish my story, then you will know everything—especially about Hal. There were two other times. Once with two Asian guys, maybe Japanese or Korean, once with some big cowboy type guy. This time, he told me he would show you kids the pictures of me with the black guys if I didn't cooperate. The Asians were pretty tame. They seemed to be intrigued by my boobs and by my hairy pussy, both of which they continually fondled. No oral sex or anything like that. They used a lubricant to get me wet, and when they fucked me, they both used condoms. The cowboy was pretty drunk but was almost apologetically nice. Hal ordered me to strip in front of him, play with myself, and tell him I wanted his cock. No touching from Mr. Cowboy, he just took off his clothes, stroked his cock to make it hard and then led me to the bedroom. I was already wet because Hal had made me use my fingers and a dildo, so he just laid me on my back and mounted me. He slipped in easily. No bad language other that to comment on my 'tight pussy' just before he came inside me. He passed out after he came. I slept the rest of the night locked in the guest bedroom. Hal hadn't even bothered to tell me his name. Cowboy knocked on the door in the morning, apparently wanting another go with me, but I didn't answer. I never let Hal touch me again, but he still made me pleasure myself. He had taken pictures again with the usual threats to show them around if I got out of line. Obviously, I never got pregnant and never caught some kind of disease, although I worried for months each time. End of story. And now you both know.

So your brother didn't rape me, Jenna. We sleep together because we both want to. He gives me pleasure I can't get anywhere else and we try to be careful so that no one will find out, so that no one will get hurt.

Now I want you, Ben, to tell Jenna about you and your wife. She needs to know that if she is ever going to understand our situation."

So I told Jenna basically what I had revealed to my mother about her reluctance to have even the most basic sex and how anything remotely exotic was out of the question. I don't know if it was the alcohol, the "true confessions" nature of our conversations, or the fact that I had shared intimate secrets with her, but Jenna suddenly began crying, gulped down the rest of her drink, and told us about what it was really like in her marriage.

"We don't fuck much either," she said. Jenna was clearly beyond caring about being selective in her word choice. "I guess it all started the night we were married. When we finally got to our motel and slipped between the covers, we started making love. I had wanted this for so long, but Frank had always insisted we wait until we were married. After the usual beginnings, I began planting kisses down his body until I came to his cock. I worked my way up again to his nipples, then downward. Finally, I took his cock in my mouth, something I thought any man would enjoy. The next thing I knew, my ears were ringing. Frank had really slapped me on the side of my head and now stood beside the bed in a state of total rage. 'I am only ever going to say this once, and never again,' he spat at me. 'What you were going to do is called cocksucking, one of the worst sins a woman can do. Don't EVER do that again. God gave us mouths for spreading his word and taking nourishment to stay healthy. NOT to use like some depraved animal without morals. Do you understand?' Finally, he just mounted me without any preliminaries other than mauling my tits for a minute and putting his hand on my pussy. He came in about ten seconds—about half his cum landed on my skin when he slipped out of me. I don't even think he was aware of that. Then fell asleep.

In that moment, I understood all too well that oral sex was something I could never offer him, and that he would never offer me. So basically, my marriage became one of the classic slam-bam-thank-you-mam arrangements. I always held out the hope that he would get better with practice, but that never happened.

Missionary style almost always. Doggie style is something he considers to be too animal-like. Eventually, he let me mount him, but he's not too comfortable with that—too Women's Lib, I suppose. Strangely enough, he sometimes just wants me to jack him off even though that too is questionable—spilling his seed and all that religious shit. Playing with my own tits or even hinting at frigging myself are off limits. Suppose he is afraid I will surrender to masturbation. So when I cum, I cum alone, when he is away. He is so totally inept. I don't think he had ever fucked me for more than a minute before cumming.

So that's my 'love life' in a nutshell. Do I still desire women, Ben? Guess for yourself. I don't get to do that anymore, but yes I do. At least my roommate gave me what I needed, not only what she wanted."

Jenna was now drunk as was our mother. We both gave Jenna a long hug, told her how sorry we felt, chit-chatted about a few other things, and then drifted off to bed. Jenna had much earlier called her husband to say that she would be staying the night.

To maintain some sense of propriety for my sister's sake, I let my mother take her leave first. I talked with my sister for maybe ten minutes expressing again how sorry I was for the things I has called her and for her dissatisfaction in her marriage before I suggested maybe she better got some sleep. She agreed and surprised me by sincerely hugging me when we both stood up and she whispered that she was sorry my wife didn't meet my needs either. We then parted for the night, she closing the door of the guest room behind her, I joining my mother in what had become our bedroom, quietly closing the door behind me.

My mother was already in bed, dressed in her nightgown, emotionally drained. Her voice was emotionless, yet sad when she asked me if I resented her for having slept with all those people. I quietly removed my clothing, slid in bed beside her, held her in my arms and begged her not to think of it that way. My position was that if she had enjoyed a few moments of happiness with Tess, it was far less than she had deserved. As for the men that Hal had forced on her, he had left her no options but to willingly accede to their acts. But I emphasized to her that I loved her now as much as ever, perhaps even more so for what she had suffered to save us kids.

Her relief was obvious. She held me tighter. We kissed, and our kisses became more passionate with the passing moments. I cupped her breast, slowly kneading her softness, feeling the nipple harden. I pressed my body more tightly against hers. She couldn't help but feeling my growing erection, especially when I took hold of her hips to draw her more tightly against me, against my rapidly hardening cock.

"We can't tonight," she whispered, "not with Jenna in the house." But clearly, the many drinks she had had accompanied by the emotional relief of sharing her forced sexual acts with others were having an effect.

"We can be quiet, and Jenna is probably already sleeping," was my response. She passively allowed me to slip off her nightgown.

Then I took her nipple in my mouth, my hand now journeying to enjoy the feeling of her lush growth of course pussy hair. As I gently touched her clit, her breath caught. I slowly lowered my face between her legs and began the slow process of offering her oral love. She easily relented, and, taking my head in her two hands urged me onward. I wanted to cement our love after this troubled night and I could tell she now wanted it too. I continued to minister to her clit and pussy, now gently flicking her clit with my tongue, now licking the length of her lips, now burying my tongue deep within her. When I sensed she was ready for consummating our deepened love, I again licked and sucked each breast before kissing her again with all the love I felt for her.

"Tonight, you ride me," I whispered, and was answered by mom first rolling on top of me, then bringing up her knees so as to be sitting just above my cock. I pulled her upper body downward, again taking each breast in turn in my mouth. As our tongues met in a heated open-mouthed kiss, I rocked her pussy back and forth on my now rock-hard cock.

Eventually, she broke off our kiss, and reached between our legs to guide my cock into the place which had given me birth.

"If I'm a cunt," she whispered, "I only want to be a cunt for you. Always and forever."

I held her hips and began to fuck her more deeply. It was then I saw the bedroom door slowly opening.

When the door was fully opened, Jenna paused at the doorway. Although Mom was lost by now in a world of her own, I could hear Jenna gasp when she saw her mother sitting atop me, slowly rocking back and forth, my glistening cock buried deep in her pussy, her clit being stroked by my body each time she came forward in her undulating manner as she came ever closer to her building orgasm. I continued matching my thrusts with my mother's, but my eyes met Jenna's as she stood there, her hand covering her mouth as though in disbelief, disbelief in seeing what she already knew we were doing.

She stood frozen in indecision, before silently entering the room, now dressed in her pajamas, quietly easing herself into my mother's dressing chair just inside the pool of light from the street light. It wasn't until Jenna shifted in her chair that Mom realized she was present.

"Oh, my God," she said, rising on her knees and reaching for the sheets to cover herself. My cock sprang free as I grabbed her shoulders preventing her from completing her effort to completely shift off my body.

"No," was my response. "Jenna knows now what we do. If she needs proof, let her watch. If she wants to go, she can go. But she is not going to stop us from fucking. That is our business and ours alone. Sit."

Mom glanced at Jenna, her face registering her drunken dilemma as she was torn between her sexual need to cum and her embarrassment of doing so in front of her daughter.

"Ben, we can't do this," she whispered to me. My response was to pull her forward until I could first suck one of her nipples, then take as much of her tit into my mouth as I could, massaging her other nipple with my free hand. Her breathing deepened as she bent her head backwards and her pelvis slowly lowered back onto my body. I reached for her hips and began rocking her pussy back and forth on my love-slickened cock. When she didn't resist and I could feel her body again rocking in rhythm to mine, I knew our lovemaking would be continuing, Jenna or no Jenna.

"Put it in," I whispered, then repeated it moments later. Mom glanced at Jenna before reaching behind herself, taking my slippery cock in her hand and guiding it back into her well-lubricated pussy, a soft ooohh escaping her lips. After a moment's pause, her rocking motions continued, slowly at first, then with ever-increasing speed.

"Oh, Jesus," Jenna gasped, apparently in disbelief of seeing her own mother willingly participate in our forbidden act. She had been sitting with her arms crossed the whole time, but I could see that as we continued our actions, her hands were cupping her own tits, rubbing her own nipples as she eyes fixated on my cock's in-and-out motion from Mom's now glistening cunt, glistening from our mutual secretions. Seeing another couple engaging in the sex that her marriage had forbidden must have struck her deeply.

"Can you see my cock in her pussy, Jenna?" I asked. "Are you ready to see Mom cum on my cock?" No response, but I could see that Jenna's workings of her tits was becoming more noticeable. "Sit on the bed beside us, Jenna," I suggested. "If you are going to stay, you might as well be able to see everything."

Jenna responded as though in a trance, rising from the chair and sitting on the king-sized bed, carefully keeping her distance, yet mesmerized by the actions of mother and son and brother.

By now, the alcohol, the mental and physical exhaustion of the day, the emotionally draining revelations, her sexual excitement, and perhaps her defiance, were taking their toll. Mom was slipping into another dimension. Although she glanced at Jenna on the bed, her motions of fucking were increasing, now supplemented by her fingers beginning to add to her building orgasm by frigging her clit, my cock still thrusting deep inside her. Her breathing was becoming ragged, her face becoming flush, her manipulations more desperate. I knew she was reaching the point of no return as I raised my head to again suck her nipples, first one, then the other.

"Feel her tits, Jenna," I said to my sister. "Help make her cum."

A sound like a groan came from deep inside Jenna as she stared transfixed at what was taking place before her. "Help her cum, Jenna," I whispered again.

Jenna slid close to us, then began crying as she hugged my mother. "I'm sorry, Mom. I had it all wrong. I just want you to be happy. I didn't know...," her voice trailed to a whimper. Mom's response was to hug Jenna's head to her chest, lost in her fast approaching orgasm.

"Jenna," I repeated. "Help her cum."

My sister surprised my by slowly raising her hand to her mother's heavy left tit. After feeling the weight, the softness, the warmth of the breast which had given her so much pleasure as an infant, Jenna began massaging her mother's tit with one hand while slowly lowering her mouth to take the right tit into her mouth.

I could feel my mother's body shudder at the contact. She pulled Jenna's face even more tightly to her swollen nipple, now absolutely lost in her sexual pleasure. Her breath was coming in gasps, her eyes becoming unfocused, her fingers frantically moving on her pussy.

As Jenna sucked as though she had always wanted to, my hand strayed to my sister's thigh, rubbing higher and higher until I slipped my fingers under the bottom of her boxer pajamas. She grabbed my wrist to keep my hand from progressing further, her fingernails biting into my skin. My fingers could just reach her outer pussy lips, by now wet with her own juices. She, too, was breathing harder.

She released her grip on my hand as I withdrew it from her pussy, but instead of totally ignoring her, I began running my hand up and down her thigh, nearing her pussy with each upward stroke, then shifting my hand lower each time I could feel her cunt hair. She continued to massage her mother's tits, now increasing the pace of sucking and tonguing her nearest nipple.

Mom was now experiencing the beginnings of her orgasm. I pumped into her with abandon; she met my every stroke with one of her own. Suddenly she began gasping, slammed her pussy onto my cock, grabbed Jenna's head and mashed it to her breast, and made her final strokes on her clit. Then she was cumming, an experience which sent shudders through her now frozen-in-time body. With a final spasm, she collapsed first onto my chest, then rolled onto the bed beside me.

I had yet to cum, my slippery cock now freed from the pleasures and confines of my mother's pussy.

Jenna sat on my other side, one of her hands massaging her own breast, the other near her pussy. Without planning to do so, I now placed my hand on her pajama covered cunt, then brought my mouth to hers. She resisted at first, then opened her mouth to accept my tongue as a sign of her building passion. I lifted my hand from her pussy, only to reach into her pajamas so I could feel her sex without any barrier between us. I mentally noted that like her mother, the hair covering her pussy was course, crinkly, and thick. I gently rubbed her clit and pussy lips before inserting my finger into her sopping cunt. This time, she made no effort to stop me. I began squeezing her pajama-covered tits before slowly undoing the buttons and gently pinching her nipples before lowering my mouth to one of her dark-brown, fully erect nipples. After orally teasing both myself and her with the ecstasy of that moment, I paused to remove her pajama bottoms, then quickly shifted my mouth to her pussy.

My first move was to spear my tongue as deeply as I could into her, then raised my lips to her clit. She half-heartedly grabbed my head to push me away but I continued ministering to her pussy.

"Oh, Jesus Christ. Oh, fuck," she uttered as her hips began pressing upward to my mouth. Her hands now moved to address the needs of her tits, then seconds later she began cumming. I remember being amazed at how fast it all happened. Not thirty seconds had passed since I had first tongue-fucked her, then she was in another world, her muscles rock hard as her orgasm took control.

When she finally began to relax, I spread her legs, covered her body with mine and slowly slipped my cock into her well-lubricated pussy. She slid her heels upward to allow me easier access, then wrapped her legs around my back to take me as deeply as possible. Her cunt was a tight as any I had ever experienced, the soft, inner folds caressing my cock with each stroke. I stroked for a minute, but knew I was not far from cumming, so I withdrew my cock, waited a minute, then brought it to her mouth. Our eyes locked, both of us aware of what I wanted her to do. I don't know what was going through her mind at that moment. I thought only of her husband's total rejection of her attempt to suck him off on their wedding night. Jenna paused, then brought her head closer, taking my cock into her mouth, enveloped it with her butter-soft lips, tasting both our juices, now mixed with those of our mother. I had to have been leaking copious amounts of pre-cum by this time.




And Sister Makes Three



For someone who didn't get much practice, she was a natural. Her mouth went wild on my cock, mixing deep strokes with ample tongue flicking. I let her suck me until I was again reaching the boiling point. It was time for me to do what I now so much wanted, dumping my load deep within her cunt, to claim her cunt as mine.

As I again covered her body, I paused. Without hesitation, she reached for my cock to guide it into her pussy. Both of us were lost in the moment, our breaths ragged. Mom, who by now had recovered her strength, first caressed one of Jenna's tits, then began sucking on the nipple. Jenna was entering a world of her own, repeating "fuck" and "oh fuck" over and over like her personal mantra. Then she stiffened and came for a second time. When her body was locked in her orgasm, I gave my last few strokes, then began unloading my cum as deeply as possible into my own sister's cunt. I had never cum harder or longer, perhaps inspired by the thought of who the woman beneath me was. I had just fucked my own sister. She had just fucked me.

I collapsed on Jenna's body, we rolled onto our sides. Planting gentle kisses on Jenna's nipples with my lips, I reached to the side to fondle my mother's sopping pussy. Then, overcome by everything which had transpired, I managed the strength to cover us with the blankets. Soon all three of us fell into a sleep of sexual exhaustion.

We awakened the following morning without embarrassment. Although things might have developed differently had we not been drinking the previous night, what each of us had done, we had done willingly. Breakfast followed hot showers. As I took my place at the table, Jenna bent down behind me and whispered in my ear that she thought I might have made her pregnant. I froze when I heard that. I had just assumed she was on birth control. When she saw my reaction, she burst out laughing. "Just kidding, Tiger. Actually, I can't have kids. And that is something Frank never wanted me to tell anyone. After we were married, he was always spouting off about the need to 'go forth and multiply.' It killed him to find out I was infertile. When asked when we were going to have kids, he fashioned the story that we had decided not to have children for environmental reasons—as though he gives a shit about that. So you don't have to worry about getting me knocked-up. But let's forget about him and enjoy breakfast." 

We did.

The rest of the morning was filled with the enjoyment of just being together. We reminisced on the times of our childhood, Mom filling in the many gaps my sister and I couldn't clearly remember. Lunch was at my expense at the finest restaurant in town. I had never felt closer to two women in my life. When we got home about 2, I suggested another dip in the pool which was followed by a quick shower. We all donned our bathrobes.

I gave each of them a hug and a tender kiss, announced I was going to take a nap, and asked if anyone wanted to join me. They both did.

Seeing no sense in playing coy, when we reached the bedroom, I let my robe fall to the floor. My hardened cock announced my intentions. Jenna gave it a quick squeeze and asked if I was aware that I could wear that thing out. Saying I doubted it, I removed first her robe, then our mother's. We sank onto the bed.

"We have an interesting situation, don't you think," asked Jenna.

"It sure would be interesting for the neighbors, if that's what you mean," said Mom.

"True,' replied Jenna, "but that's not exactly what I mean. There is one of him and two of us—a bit of a mismatch." Jenna was again slowly stroking my cock. "Any suggestions, anyone."

I suggested that maybe the two of them would like to find something fun to do. Mom quailed at the suggestion, turning red, something I seldom saw her do. "Ben, I don't think I could do that. With you, it is one thing. Jenna is something entirely different."

"Well, you were sort of together last night. So what's the problem?" I asked. "You said you enjoyed Tess that time. This is sort of the same thing, isn't it?"

My mother's response was logical, if not entirely persuasive. "Look, that time with Tess was a long time ago and she was another woman, not my daughter. I may have played with her boobs last night, but that was all I did. I just can't do anything with Jenna. It just wouldn't be right...." Her voice trailed off.

I knew I couldn't argue with what she was saying, but suggested we just see what developed. Moving next to my mother, I began to make love to her—gentle kisses on her eyelids and neck, licking her breasts from the base to the nipple, lavishing more kisses and more nipple play, caressing her thighs, drawing my fingers through her pubic hair and softly over her pussy lips. I had hoped Jenna would get into the act, which eventually she did. As I began kissing and nibbling my way downward to my mother's thighs, Jenna began covering her face with her whisper-soft kisses. Finally, like the preceding night, she locked on to mom's tits, a movement which brought a sigh from my mother. By this time, I was eating mom's pussy with abandon. When I came up for air and started French kissing my mother, Jenna took over where I had left off. When Mom realized who was between her legs, she froze, begging Jenna not to do that. Jenna stopped whatever she was doing (from the movement of her head, it looked like she was tongue-fucking Mom's pussy). I saw her head go higher to gently plant kisses on and around Mom's labia and clit.

That—and the fact that I was now passionately kissing Mom so she couldn't speak—eventually shattered her resistance. She was soon elevating her hips to give Jenna better access. When I freed her mouth, she began moaning, at the same time half-heartedly urging Jenna to stop. But Jenna was a pro. Although I thought I could do a pretty good job of satisfying a woman orally, Jenna had a huge advantage. She was a woman. She knew all the secret spots that I could only guess at. Mom was slowly entering Nirvana. I sat up, slowly caressed my mother's breasts and just took in the action.

The soft squishing and sucking sounds were interrupted when my mother broke the silence. "Jenna, my baby. If you are going to do that, I don't just want to be a receiver. I want to love you, too." 

Then, turning to me, she said this was somewhat embarrassing and asked if I would mind leaving. I certainly didn't want to. Seeing some lesbian action would be a new one for me, something I think every man would die for. But my mother's wishes would have to come first.

Now it was Jenna's turn to protest. Looking my mother square in the eye, she said that half of her life had been spent keeping secrets. She didn't want to do that any more and she didn't think either of us wanted to either. "I watched him fuck you last night. It was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. He ate my pussy and I know he has eaten yours. I sucked his cock. I let him fuck me while you were here. So let's just let it happen, okay. I love you so much, Mom." As Jenna, began lowering herself to Mom's pussy again, my mother surprised me by twisting around so she was facing Jenna head to foot, her mouth now inches away from Jenna's glory. Without hesitation, she raised Jenna's leg to allow for easier access and planted her mouth on her daughter's pussy. Jenna gasped at the contact, they quickly rolled on top, opening her legs wide, and herself feasting on the offering before her. I sat beside them, bug-eyed, slowly stroking my cock. After a minute, I don't think they even knew I was there.

My two lovers used lips, tongues, fingers. Mom came first, actually crying out into Jenna's cunt as she came. When her orgasm began waning, she turned her attention again to Jenna, asking for advice on what Jenna wanted her to do. Jenna told her what she was doing was perfect and she was almost there. Within a minute, Jenna's breathing was becoming ragged. Then she came. For another minute they just stayed like that. I could see very gentle finger-fucking and lots of tender genital kisses. Finally, Mom shifted positions again. She and Jenna kissed long and hard. When they turned to face me, mouths and chins were covered with each other's pussy juices.

I thought Jenna's comment, "That was fucking fantastic!" was the understatement of the afternoon.

"Oh, but look at poor Ben's cock," Jenna said in a fakey, pouty way. "It looks like it needs some pussy. And I bet his balls are just bursting. Mom, aren't you going to take care of your little boy? I think he needs your help."

Jenna could be such a card.

She pushed my head in the direction on Mom's pussy. I needed no further urging. My mouth and tongue went wild. Soon the juices were flowing from her cunt. I don't think I had ever seen her this wet. Jenna began to suck my cock. But again, it was Mom who interrupted. "I think I am a round or two ahead of you with Ben," she said. "It's your turn."

I glanced up at my sister, now busy squeezing her own tits. I eyes locked for a moment, then I pushed her down on the bed, crawled between her legs and speared her cunt with my tongue. She too was sopping wet. This was paradise. I knew I couldn't last much longer, however. What happened next, happened quickly. I quickly covered her body, she reached for my cock to direct it into her cunt.

My mother interrupted. "No. Let me." Shifting her position, she grabbed my cock, then gently stroked me before bending down to give her a better view of the target. Then she moved my cockhead to the entrance of Jenna's pussy and watched as my cock disappeared into my sister.

"Fuck me, big boy," Jenna whispered.

When I heard that, I think I lasted for another five seconds. Just before I came, I grabbed my sister's legs, tilting her even higher, entering her even more deeply. She winced as I hit her cervix, but I stayed deep. Then I filled her with my load of spunk. I can still remember thinking at that moment, that if I could get my entire body in her cunt, I would have died a happy man. As my cock began softening in her pussy, she pushed me off, took my entire cock in her mouth, and sucked me until I my erection was gone. Soon thereafter, so was I.

The frenzy of the previous evening, the emotions we had shared, the lack of any significant sleep, the session of the afternoon had worn me out. I awoke once in a darkened bedroom. A glance at the clock told me it was 10:15. I could hear movement and moaning coming from the guest room. Then I slept until dawn.

Breakfast the next morning. I was well rested. Mom and Jenna were involved in the usual morning type of chat when I made my appearance in the kitchen. "Sleep well? I asked no one in particular. Jenna answered that they had had a wonderful night. I questioned them no further. The knowing exchange of glances between the two of them was proof enough for me that "my girls" had continued to better get to know each other while I slept.

Breakfast was somewhat hurried as it was getting late. We all had obligations for the day, mine being the long drive home. After rinsing the dishes, Mom set out for an appointment in town, somewhat cryptically hoping that the three of us could get together soon.

I packed hurriedly. Then it was time to leave. But I needed to share with Jenna the thought I had been mulling since I heard the two of them in the guest room the night before. Taking Jenna in my arms and exchanging an innocent kiss, I asked her if I could speak frankly with her. She fixed me with her eyes, shrugged her shoulders, answered "Of course." Time again to take the plunge.

"Obviously, you like to enjoy a little pussy from time to time. I heard you two last night. But that isn't what I need to know. What I am interested in is if you would considering sleeping with Cathy?"

"Well, that is certainly a blunt question," she replied. "But let me answer it this way—are you fucking nuts? She's my sister. She just happens to be married to you. You didn't forget that, did you?"

"I know all of that," was my flustered response. "But I also know she doesn't seem to get off on normal sex." Jenna and I decided a second cup of coffee might be in order. We didn't speak again until we were sipping from our steaming mugs. But I sensed she had been thinking about my question. It was she who re-opened the topic.

"When you used the phrase 'sleep with,' I assume you just didn't mean share a bed, say nighty-night, and drift off to sleep. You want me to go down on her, that kind of thing, don't you. Well, look. I am bisexual—I can get off with either a man or a woman. But lesbians just don't go hitting on another female, it's not like it's some sort of fishing expedition. Somehow or other, you just sort of pick up on the vibes. I doubt seriously that Cathy has even seen another woman in the nude for the last twenty years. You are totally crazy to even ask me or to expect her to be even remotely interested."

It was then I filled Jenna in on Cathy and my experience watching porno videos. I told her that only two scenes seemed to do anything for Cathy—the black monster-cock variety and those with lesbian action, and how I could tell that the lesbian scenes were a particular turn-on for Cathy. That is when I could always count on her hand sneaking down to her pussy, her movements done surreptitiously if we were lying together. The only other time she would do that was when viewing a well-hung black guy preparing for a cream pie with a white woman. It was more obviously when each of us were sitting in separate chairs, she always grabbing a blanket before the show began.

"So I just know that there is something about seeing one woman eating another that is a turn-on for her. I think I do a fair job of going down on a girl. Mom never complains and you didn't either. But I saw how wild you two made each other yesterday. There are some things a woman knows a man never will.... Look, I just want her to be happy—to finally get something our of sex for a change. God knows it ain't going to be with me. And I can't see her doing anything with a different man—as though that would make any difference. I really think she would be willing to try it with a woman, but she sure as hell isn't going to initiate anything. Maybe all she needs is a little nudge. She doesn't repulse you or anything, does she?"

"Of course, she doesn't repulse me! I always thought she had nice little titties. But that's not the point. Sure, I could try to see how far I could get, that part is easy. But if she doesn't go for it, you know the shit will hit the fan between the two of us. She probably would never speak to me again. And you are basing this whole thing on conjecture. I don't know, Ben. Maybe you are misreading her. Maybe it's not the lesbian scenes that are getting her hot. Maybe she is just hot. I still think you are nuts."

Jenna, of course, had a point. Maybe I was totally wrong and Cathy was just plain frigid. But I continued to argue that watching lesbian action was always followed with heightened sexual desire on Cathy's part. Jenna didn't say anything for a few moments, she just sat thinking.

"One thing is for sure. If she doesn't like getting fucked by you, I don't think another guy would make a difference. I would give my left titty if Frank could do me like you did, even if it were just once. Did I tell you that when we were trying to get pregnant, he actually insisted on praying together every time before he stuck his dick in me? That really got me in the mood—not! He should have been praying for a clue instead. What a waste that guy is. But wow, a virgin pussy. You sure she has never been done by a woman? I know, stupid question. I kind of like the idea.... But how is this supposed to happen? You don't think I'm just going to call her up and suggest a bit of one-on-one action, do you?"

"Jenna," I answered, "I can't tell you how you operate this sort of thing. That is something you must have learned sometime or other. But I sort of thought that maybe the two of you could go somewhere for a weekend, share a motel room with only one bed, maybe watch a lesbian video to judge her reaction when she's with you. Somehow do whatever you have to do to test the waters. Start out innocent...go from there?"

Jenna, of course, wanted me to be more specific. I had spent some time thinking about this, so I suggested that since Cathy was enamored by Impressionist painters, and since there was an exposition in a not-so-distant major city, maybe the two of them would want to attend. Footing the bill? I suggested that Mom might be willing to help out and I would pay the rest as a gift to the two of them, an early birthday-present type of thing. As far as the motel room, we could arrange for a room with one king-size bed, claiming that when we made the reservation, that was all that was available. And for a few bucks, I was sure we could get the manager to add a video of our choice to the offerings. Nothing too wild, but definitely with lesbian activity. Jenna would already be in bed with Cathy. It would be natural for them to be in pajamas already. It would appear innocent if Jenna and Cathy were close to one another to begin with. I was sure Cathy would become horny looking at the scene. Jenna would have to take it from there. I was making it up as I went along.

Jenna just sat there thinking for a moment, then surprised me by reaching over, unzipping my pants, pulling out my cock, giving it a pretty good bite, putting it back inside, zipping me up, and then—with a wink—said she had to go and that she would be in touch. She needed some processing time.

So that ended the conversation for almost a week. Then I heard not from Jenna, but from my own wife at the supper table. She reported that Jenna had called and suggested a trip to see the exhibition. She was already taken by the idea, commented that she had told Jenna that it was probably out of our price range. I asked for more details, playing the innocent. Jenna had gone to the trouble of checking prices on everything, for a two-night stay. It wouldn't be cheap, but she said that they could share a room and not spend much on shopping. Jenna made out that she really wanted to go, since this was one of those "once-in-a-lifetime opportunities with paintings from several French museums on loan—a now or never situation. I just told Cathy we should think about it for a few days, as the exposition would run for another four weeks, but that it did sound pretty good.

In short, they went. And even though Cathy made Jenna to swear to secrecy afterwards, this is what I was later told by my loving sister. When they arrived at the hotel, Jenna just checked in as usual, never mentioning the king bed which she has reserved with my help. Cathy was a bit surprised at the lack of two beds but didn't make a big deal of it when Jenna said that was all they had left when the reservations were made. She offered to see of something else was available, but Cathy told her not to bother, she was sure it would be okay. Since the day had mostly been spent driving, the girls did a bit of window shopping, then dined, and turned in early. Jenna kept everything sweet, innocent, and straight. In the morning, they hit the exposition, had a meal at a café to save money, then went back to the room. It was still somewhat early, so Jenna suggested a drink in the bar.

They spent an hour or more sitting and chatting about this and that. One drink led to another. Cathy was slowly getting blitzed. Finally, Jenna suggested that they call it a night, as there was more to see the following day, and because she had supposedly gotten chilled on the long walk to the hotel and just couldn't get warmed up. Showers followed. Cathy first, followed by Jenna who, after her shower, ran cold water on her hands and feet—"proof" of her not being able to get warm. Finally, dressed in night attire, Jenna in her usual pj's, Cathy in a nightgown and underwear, they decided to see what was on TV. After flipping through the channels, Jenna asked about watching a movie instead. The hotel had some adult videos, something Jenna could hardly see at home because Frank would have a heart-attack if she even made such a suggestion. She also dropped strong hints that Frank was not exactly the cat's meow when it came to fulfilling a woman's needs. I had carefully—after screening a ton of porn videos—selected a video which was a two part offering. A phone call to the night manager and a $50 bill in the mail took care of the arrangements. The first was the usual porno fare followed by one which had a lesbian theme worthy of the name. The actresses were not the normal breast-enlargement bimbos, but rather two normal looking women who were just good friends who lamented about the lack of sexual excitement at home and eventually found themselves with their first lesbian encounter. A semi-Victorian production, it was a masterpiece. It actually had a plot and dialogue that made sense. Tenderness, mutual respect, and hesitant, but passionate, lovemaking were the watchwords of this video.




And Sister Makes Three



The two girls more or less panned the first video, Jenna leading the charge, this time making more direct critical remarks about her husband. At least the actresses could do a realistic job of faking an orgasm, which was more than she often could bring herself to do. Cathy took this all in, but commented little in return. Jenna had been snuggled close to Cathy during the video, claiming she just couldn't get warm, despite the hot shower she had taken. It was an innocent enough explanation, but served the purpose of getting Jenna close.

Then came the lesbian segment. Jenna offered to turn the TV off if this was offensive for Cathy, but Cathy declined, stating they might as well get their money's worth. The first sign Jenna noticed of Cathy's sexual excitement was an increase in her breathing rate and barely noticeable shifts in her body position. But when the first woman had her orgasm with the other between her legs, Cathy began shaking. Jenna was puzzled at first, then it dawned on her that Cathy was crying. She put her arm around her and asked what was the matter. Cathy's dam burst. She told Jenna how sad it was to see two women so happy when her sex life was mostly a big zero. When gently plied for more information, Cathy admitted that she hardly ever had an orgasm, somehow it just didn't happen for her. For years, she had just accepted it as her fate, but tonight it finally hurt too much.

Jenna's time had come. She had never thought it would be this easy to make an opening; she had not been sure how to begin. With the video still walking the actresses through their lesbian journey, Jenna began to fully embrace Cathy—albeit from the rear—then moved over so Cathy could lie on her back. Jenna now could fully hug her, placing her near leg over Cathy's as she did, first wiping away her tears with her fingers, then gently planting kisses on each eyelid, all the while uttering words of comfort to Cathy. For her part, Cathy returned the hug. Eventually, Jenna widened her kisses to my wife's ears, her cheeks, then her neck and throat. Cathy continued to hold on to her as though Jenna, the wife of a preacher, might be the key to her salvation. 

Finally, Jenna's kisses went lower to kiss the tops of Cathy's breasts, breasts highlighted by nipples making small tents against her nightgown. Cathy did not resist. Jenna then raised her head level with Cathy's, looked her earnestly in the eye and asked her in a whispered voice if she could make love to her.

Cathy stiffened and averted her gaze. Jenna kissed her again on her eyelids, then raised one of her hands to cup Cathy's tit. Rather than repeating the question, she rephrased her question with just a single word: "Cathy?"

Cathy reached for the hand which was now gently massaging her tit to push it aside. "We can't do this," was her response. "We just can't." But her voice lacked conviction.

"Let me try this, Cathy. We can always stop. I just want you to be happy. I promise I will never say a word to anyone. This is just you and me. I know how you must feel. I never cum with Frank either.... Let me do this for you."

Jenna's hand had been rubbing Cathy's side from hip to near her breast as she spoke, now she cupped Cathy's tit again, beginning this time to knead the nipple. When Cathy made no protest, Jenna lowered one side of the nightgown exposing her right breast. She replaced her hand with her mouth, tonguing the area around the nipple before taking it into her mouth.

After a minute of making mouth-love to one tit while she fondled the other, Jenna planted kissed anew on Cathy's face before concentrating them on her mouth. Jenna eventually tried opening Cathy's mouth with a probing tongue. With apparent hesitation, Cathy parted her lips and was soon a willing participant on a French kissing frenzy. Meanwhile, Jenna had worked her hand to Cathy's mound, her hand on top on her panties. Cathy stiffened, yet sighed at the contact and kissed her sister with more passion. It was obvious to Jenna that her companion was wet. She raised her hand to slip it inside the barrier of her Cathy's underwear. When Cathy felt another woman's touch on her bare pussy, she whimpered into Jenna's now wildly kissing lips. After lightly running her fingers over Cathy's outer pussy lips, she began to work Cathy's panties off her hips.

"Jenna, please stop. This isn't right." But she raised her hips to make it easier for her panties to be pulled down. Jenna sat up to complete the removal. When Cathy had been exposed, Jenna simply admired her pussy, mostly hidden by her lush bush. Predictably, Cathy attempted to cover her crotch with her hands.

"Please don't do that, Cathy. You are so beautiful."

And that pretty much ended the conversation for the next ten minutes. Jenna kissed each of Cathy's inner knees, then began working her way to the promised land. Although Cathy still was covering her pussy with her hands, she allowed them to be gently pushed aside when Jenna's lips reached the point where upper leg met lower torso. Jenna tongued these spots, then maneuvered her tongue directly to Cathy's pussy hole, where she slowly stroked it in, then out of her cunt, savoring Cathy's generous secretions.

Cathy had ended all resistance. Rather, she had grasped Jenna's head, apparently in an attempt to make sure it stayed at the center of her pleasure.

Jenna later told me that from that moment, they were both lost to time. Personally, she was reveling in this chance to love another woman, with the dual opportunity and challenge of making another woman cum on her tongue. Cathy just kept whimpering, the groaning as she neared orgasm, alternating between grasping her tits and placing her hands on Jenna's head to keep her eating her pussy, who, by this time, had inserted two fingers in Cathy to add to her stimulation.

At the peak of her excitement, just before she reached orgasm, Cathy asked Jenna to use three fingers. Then Cathy went wild. My wife's exact words were "Oh, Christ. Oh, fuck. Eat my pussy. Make me cum. Fuck my cunt with your fingers" (this said between clenched teeth), then finally "I'm cummingggggggg."

Cathy had never used such language when we were making love. I marveled when Jenna quoted her words, words which had brought joy and such a sense of accomplishment to my sister. But rather than resting at this point, Jenna toyed with Cathy's cunt, slowly finger fucking her, softly kissing her labia, allowing Cathy to come down from the intensity of her cum. Then, when she sensed Cathy was beginning to relax, brought her to a second, then a third orgasm, each somewhat less strong than the former.

She gave Cathy a final lick and kiss on her pussy, then crawled upwards where Cathy eagerly met Jenna's open-mouthed kiss. Cathy began weeping.

"Oh, Jesus, Jenna. That was the best I have ever had. Promise me you won't ever tell anyone. If my kids found out what I just did, I would simply die. But it was soooo good. I love you, Jenna. I didn't find out exactly how much until tonight." More kissing, as Cathy's hand now went to Jenna's pajama-clad pussy. "Can I try? I've never done this before and I'm not exactly sure what I need to do. But I want to make love to you. I want to lick your pussy like you licked mine."

Jenna kissed her, and said she would love to feel Cathy loving her. She suggested that they just rest for a few minutes, during which time Cathy ministered to Jenna's tits. Jenna was amazed how Cathy seemed to need to suck as much in her mouth as possible, all the while finger-fucking Jenna sopping pussy. Then Jenna shed the rest of her pajamas, used her top to wipe her and Cathy's pussies. Swiveling her body on the bed, Jenna suggested they do each other. Lying side by side, the next fifteen minutes were followed by everything one woman could do to another with tongue, lips, and fingers. Jenna came first while urging Cathy to "suck my pussy," then she brought off Cathy, again finger-fucking her with three fingers as she reached climax, at the urging of Cathy's cry "fuck my cunt."

Both women were spent. They fell asleep nude in each other's arms.

When Jenna awakened, Cathy was still asleep. She showered, then returned to wake up Cathy with a kiss on her tit. Cathy sat up, and headed for the shower. When she emerged, Jenna was dressed. Cathy, wrapped in a towel, was rummaging through her suitcase in search of her clothes. Jenna rose from the chair where she had been reading, turned Cathy to face her and slowly loosened the towel. Cathy began to cover herself with her hands, then, realizing the absurdity of her actions, began laughing.

"I hope I did okay last night. I mean with you. I hope it was good for you. I'm sorry I asked you to do those things and that I used that language."

"You mean when you asked me to fuck you with my fingers? Trust me, I enjoyed doing it. And you seemed to have had quite a cum. Hope you enjoyed it."

"Oh, it was sensational," Cathy replied. "You'll never know just how good it was. But I shouldn't have spoken the way I did. I feel bad about that. That wasn't really me."

As Cathy began to dress, Jenna wanted to know what language she felt bad about. Cathy took a seat on the rumpled bed and in a quiet voice said she regretted using the words "pussy" and "cunt." Those were not a normal part of her vocabulary.

"Listen, Cathy. If I am talking to a doctor, I might use the word vagina or vulva. If I am at a coffee party, I would use the word bottom. But when I am making love, the only words that fit are pussy and cunt—not that I can use them with Frank. I may have a uterus but when I am fucking, the whole of me is a cunt. It's the only word that fits. So that's where I'm coming from, pardon the pun. How about you?"

"I guess you're right. Last night, the only part of me that was alive was my (hesitation) cunt. Thank you for helping me discover that."

Jenna gave her a motherly kiss of approval, then suggested they get something to eat. They had a long day ahead of them, before a late check-out at 3 p.m. They did breakfast, grabbed a cab to the museum, and enjoyed the wing of the exposition they had reserved for that day. But after a snack at noon, Cathy shared the thoughts she had been having since they had passed through the turnstile.

"How about skipping the rest of this and heading back to the hotel? We still have three hours. To tell the truth, I've seen enough. And...I want to taste your pussy one more time."

Jenna smiled, took a last sip of her coffee, and said she had been thinking the same thing. In their hotel room, the two of them skipped the preliminaries and simply undressed. After exchanging kisses, Cathy began sucking Jenna's tits, then had her sit on the bed with her legs extending over the edge. She had a clear view of Jenna's pussy. Within seconds, Cathy was lapping like her life depended on it. Jenna just let it happen. Every few minutes, Cathy would pull her head back from Jenna's body, making a study of her now wet pussy, sometimes transfixed as she inserted her two fingers in her cunt, fucking in and out. Then it was back to licking her new-found lover. Mid-way to Jenna's building orgasm, they heard a rattle of keys, the door opened, and a cleaning lady walked in the room, pulling her cart behind her. Cathy looked up, her face covered with Jenna's juices, not knowing what to do. As the cleaner realized what she had interrupted, she froze, mumbled something, and almost tripped over her cart on the way out. For a moment, Cathy herself sat frozen. Her trance was broken by Jenna's laughter. "Boy, will she have a story to tell."

That broke the spell. Cathy too laughed, then finally returned to Jenna's pussy, only to be told that Jenna wanted to do her too. So they got in the same position they were in last night. Before beginning to ply her talents, Jenna asked Cathy if she would like her to eat her pussy and finger-fuck her cunt. Cathy said yes, only to be told by Jenna that she wanted to hear her say it.

Cathy paused, then repeated the words. "I want you to eat my pussy. I want you to finger-fuck my cunt. And I want you to do it while I fuck your cunt." Then she began to enjoy Jenna's riches again.

Following mutual orgasms and a quick wash, they hastily packed their clothing, checked out, and began the long journey home.

Jenna, of course, shared all details of their adventure with me. We never mentioned it to my mother or anyone else. Cathy seemed much more lighthearted following her adventures with my sister. The only difference I noted when we had sex was that Cathy much more receptive to my performing oral sex on her. She never relished sucking my cock and—as before—seldom did it.

But I was content. She was still a wonderful, somewhat doting mother to our kids; she was still my life's partner. And I sensed that even though she couldn't find sexual fulfillment with me, I was happy to have played some part in giving her a few brief moments of happiness, happiness which for her could apparently only be reached when having uninhibited sex with another woman.

Before I got a chance to spend time with my sister again, they had attended two other art shows, spending at least one night together each time far from town. I know their fun continued.

When next both Jenna and I spent a weekend at my mother's, the thought of any inhibition or hesitation on anyone's part evaporated. We accepted the fact that we were lovers and didn't give a flying fuck what rules the rest of the world chose to live by. Mom and Jenna met me at the door, each offering a glass of wine, each dressed in filmy nightgowns and robes. They had already made love, showered, and spent several hours lost in the enjoyment of each other's company.

I caught up on each of their lives while enjoying the wine and a light lunch, then announced I would be taking a shower to wash off the road dust. When I entered my mother's bedroom with only my towel for a wrap, the two of them were sprawled atop the bed, nightgowns carelessly, seductively pulled up to mid thigh. I got the message.

Dropping the towel, I too climbed on the bed and kissed each in turn. I wound up eating Jenna's pussy while my mother started sucking my cock. Both of her children came on schedule, Jenna hunching against my mouth, me in my mother's, even though she was never to swallow my cum. She would keep sucking my cock through my orgasm, but kept her lips somewhat loose so that my semen could escape. No doubt she did swallow some as she never would spit out what didn't ooze from her lips, but swallowing an entire load was something she seemed not to relish. In contrast, Jenna had no hesitation. From start to finish, she was more of a lip-locker, swallowing every bit of my pre-come as well as the jets of jism that her skills brought forth, usually continuing to slowly suck my cock until I was again flaccid.

That weekend, we spent hours working on various odd jobs which had been put off. But we also spent hours in the bedroom, making sure that all three of us got in our share of sucking, fucking, cumming. It is amazing how relaxing it can be when one keep's no secrets—except for the outside world.

The morning following my arrival, Mom again had several errands to run. It was then, when we were alone, that Jenna broke the bombshell about Cathy. Jenna was convinced that Cathy would be open to experimenting with a black guy. I was incredulous at the news, even though not totally surprised. Jenna reported that Cathy—far from being non-orgasmic—never failed to cum when the two of them were together. I had been right about my wife's draw that lesbian sex seemed to have on her and was thrilled that she was finally getting some sexual satisfaction. But Jenna had always been intrigued by the fact that Cathy called for three—and once all four—fingers being used on her during their lovemaking. Jenna also commented on her proclivity to watch interracial sex scenes, the bigger the black cock the more she seemed to get turned on. Conclusion: although my normal-sized cock provided stimulation enough for sister and mother, it just wasn't doing the trick for my wife. Cathy needed to be filled in order to reach orgasm. Solution: see if Cathy would be receptive to trying black, a topic Jenna was only willing to broach if it had my blessing. I was, of course, aware of the raptness with which my wife had viewed interracial sex scenes, even though she had always denied that the thought of having a roll in the hay with a well-endowed black man held any appeal for her. Now my sister was presenting me with a difficult choice. Did I really want Cathy to be fulfilled? To give my approval for her getting fucked by a black man?

On the surface, it wasn't a hard decision to make. If Cathy needed a huge cock to reach another level of happiness, that was fine with me, so long as discretion would be the watchword. The problem was how to approach the problem. It was my turn to express my incredulity at Jenna's suggestion.

"Okay. Assume it's okay with me. After all, I'm fucking you and mom, not exactly something they advocate in Sunday school. But how the hell do you propose to bring this one off? You can't exactly put an ad in the local newspaper. And what about future complications? Getting fucked by a guy once or twice is one thing. But I don't think a long-term relationship is something either she or I can handle. We might not be card-carrying Catholics or anything, but we did live in a small town. If anyone even dreamt that this sort of thing is going on, it wouldn't do much for her reputation. This isn't known as a liberally-minded area."

This time, it was Jenna who had done some advance planning. A young unmarried intern had been temporarily assigned to her office, an intern whose tenure would soon be coming to an end, following which he would return to his home base in Philadelphia, half way across the country. He was personable, good looking, well-spoken, suave, meticulously clean, and intelligent (and probably horny as hell)—and he was reported by the office guys who worked out with him to have a cock they could only dream of. The females at the office had, of course, gotten wind of his endowment. Jenna had several times been in attendance when he had joined the office staff for an after-work drink, sessions which inevitable deteriorated into bouts of sexual bantering and innuendo. The guys had never failed to get in a thinly-veiled remark about cock size, and how Gene (his name) took the trophy in that category. Even the older, respectably-married women seemed intrigued, even though they blushed each time.

Jenna had taken the liberty (read chance) to confront him in private, even though she realized she was taking a huge risk. Gene had been summoned to her office for a budget brainstorming session. As he entered the room, she quietly locked the door behind him. Taking her seat, she studied Gene for minute, then took a deep breath. Rather than beating around the bush, she took the direct approach. She asked him if he was interested in "getting a little white pussy"—her exact words. Not herself, she clarified, but someone she knew that was interested in experimenting. Gene hemmed and hawed, but finally admitted he was interested in what she had to say. She, for her part, asked him flat out about the size of his cock. He told her he was about seven and a half inches. Thick, she asked. Very, he answered. 

"Okay, sounds like we might be able to work something out—if you are telling the truth. So show me the proof."

"You want me to pull out my cock right here in your office?" Gene couldn't believe they were even having this conversation, let alone what was being asked of him.

"Look," Jenna told him. "My friend doesn't just want a black cock. She wants a big black cock. If you want to be a player, you have to show me the proof now. If you aren't interested, you can just leave, and this conversation never took place." She pulled a picture of Cathy from her purse to give Gene evidence of what was being offered.




Arizona Heat Pt. 02a



Part 2a: Kate's Story

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Arizona Heat Pt. 02a



"Now it's getting interesting!" Jenny said, as she smiled and stretched my toes back.

"At some point one of Tracy's friends dared me to kiss Allison on the lips." I said, as I squirmed with delight as Jenny found a ticklish spot on my foot. "I was kinda drunk and feeling bold, so I turned to Alison, leaned towards her and kissed her full on the lips. As I did so I lost my balance ever so slightly and leaned into her little harder than I meant to. Before I knew it she was kissing me back, much to my surprise. Time seemed to stop, and we held that kiss for about 5 seconds, although it felt like 5 minutes. We both sat back, blushing madly, as the other girls cheered and hooted. I was afraid that Allison would be terribly embarrassed and run off crying, but she just sat there blushing with the biggest grin on her face I have ever seen. The other girls made such a ruckus Tracy's mom came down and told us we had to be quiet and go to sleep."

"So that's how you got your first kiss with Allison. How sweet!" Jenny said as she massaged the instep of my right foot.

"But there's more... oh Jenny, that feels so good." I sighed. "Because we were the last ones to go to sleep, most of the best spots had already been taken so we had fit in wherever we could find space, and while I found a spot next to the pool table, Allison was at the other end of the room which bummed me out because I wanted to talk to her and tell her what really happened so she didn't get the wrong idea. Alison seemed to go to sleep very quickly though, so I thought it could wait till the morning. It was getting warm downstairs with all the body heat, so after I went to the bathroom I just crawled on top of my sleeping bag wearing big loose T-shirt and panties. I dozed off and woke up suddenly the middle of the night in almost pitch darkness."

"Someone was touching me, ever so gently on my stomach." I said, recalling that magic night. "I kept my eyes closed as I pretended to be asleep. After a few seconds I could feel a hand starting moving slowly up under my T-shirt. I felt my whole body tingle and I gasped slightly when the hand reached my right boob. It stopped suddenly when I gasped, so I mumbled and squirmed like I was dreaming, then lay still. I could hear a girl breathing really close to me, and she started breathing faster as her hand began to gently feel my boobs. I lay there for, like, 10 minutes, pretending to be asleep and getting incredibly turned on while this mysterious hand caressed and explored my body. I fought the urge to open my eyes because I didn't want to scare away whoever was touching me -- it felt so nice. Eventually the hand withdrew, and I suddenly felt soft lips on my own, giving me a kiss so delicate it was like being kissed by a soap bubble. That was my most erotic experience ever at that point in my life."

"Was it Allison?" Jenny asked excitedly, as she massaged my left calf.

"Well, I didn't know." I said. " I tried to peek, but it was so dark I couldn't tell. But secretly, I hoped it was. Everything seems normal at school the next week, and Allison gave no sign that anything was wrong or even different. But after the slumber party I felt different. I started having these strong, strange feelings whenever I was near her. I started noticing things about her that I never noticed before; the shape of her lips, the silkiness of her skin, the softness of her hair. I found myself thinking about her constantly. On Friday I noticed she seemed preoccupied and nervous. Finally at the end of the day as we were preparing to go home from school for the weekend, she nervously asked me if I would like to come to her house on Saturday to listen to records and maybe stay over, adding that she just got the new Leif Garrett album. I was of course terribly excited, and said I would be over at 5:00."

Having finished with my lower legs Jenny leaned forward on the couch and reached down, gently massaging my thighs, first with her soft hands and then with just the tips of her fingernails. My entire body started to tingle and my already wet pussy began to drip, as I felt a wet trickle make its way towards my ass crack.

"Go on." Jenny said softly.

It was getting hard to concentrate as this blonde goddess fondled my thighs while eyeing me with a hungry look. Every time she leaned forward her breasts surged hypnotically in her black lingerie. I took a deep breath to steady myself, and continued. "I rode my bike to Allison's house and we went up to her room and started listening to albums and eating cookies on her bed. After we finish the cookies Allison smiled and giggled nervously. She kept looking at me shyly then dropping her eyes to her lap. I could tell she wanted to ask me something. I had been thinking about our kiss, and the mysterious girl that had brought me such pleasure at the slumber party all week, and now that we were alone I was filled with all kinds of unfamiliar feelings and desires. Allison was biting her lower lip and blushing, which I thought was so cute. I grinned and leaned towards her, asking her what was on her mind. She wouldn't say, so I started tickling her. She suddenly blurted out that she really liked me, and that she thought I was pretty. And then she shyly asked me to kiss her again like I had done the party."

"Oh Kate, that is so sweet!" Jenny said, as she leaned forward, and gently brushed a finger against the side of my throbbing pussy as she massaged my inner thighs. With every long stroke of her hands she brushed ever closer to my slit, driving me crazy.

"Mmmm...So I did, only it lasted much, much longer this time." I said, with a dreamy smile. "Then I asked her to...Oh yes...touch me again like she had done at the...Ahhh... party. The look on her face said it all -- it was her that night! We kissed again and I let her feel me up, and that's how...Ohooo... my first ever make out session began."

"What a sweet story." Jenny said, as she stopped massaging my thigh, sat back and placed my left foot in her lap. She caressed it tenderly with her right hand while she took a sip of wine with her left, before setting the glass back on the table.  

I took a sip of wine as well, and smiled at Jenny. She smiled back and I watched as she gently raised my left foot from her lap, pulled it to her face, and tenderly took my big toe into her warm, soft mouth. I felt a jolt of electricity running through my body, every part of which felt as if it were vibrating. She then took each toe in turn, gently sucking them with her lips and teasing them with her tongue. I had never before considered toes to be an erogenous zone, but what Jenny was doing to me was turning me on so much my left hand was stroking my pussy before I even realized it. Jenny finished with my left foot and with a wicked smile she placed it high on the back of the sofa, giving her a better view of my masturbation. She then took my right foot, leaned forward till my thigh was nearly vertical and began sucking my toes while running her right hand up and down the inside of my right thigh.

Jenny's touch was driving me insane, and I vigorously thrust two fingers into my cunt again and again as my thumb massaged the swollen nub of my clit. I began to moan and whimper as a long-awaited orgasm surged within me. As I neared climax, Jenny put my right leg over her shoulder, gently kissing the back of my thigh just above the knee and brought her hands down on either side of my right thigh. When my orgasm was seconds away, she gently dug her nails into my thigh from both sides and pulled her fingers up towards my knee. The sensation of her nails moving down my thighs triggered an intense orgasm that left me trembling and breathless.

Jenny then knelt between my thighs, gently caressing my hips and abdomen while fixing me with her eyes. She found my left hand, still dripping with my cum, and raised it to her lips. She kissed my hand, then pressed her face into my wet palm and inhaled deeply before tenderly taking each finger into her mouth and sucking them clean. She returned her attention to my eyes as I wrapped my legs around her and pulled her close. I reached up and fumbled with the unfamiliar ties of her lingerie. She smiled and assisted me and soon it joined the rest of the clothing behind the couch. Jenny and I took each other's hands and intertwined our fingers as we gazed at each other, illuminated by the soft light of a dozen candles. I had never seen her so beautiful and sexy before. Her long hair was brushed and shone like dark gold. Her eyes, filled with desire gazed at me tenderly, and her skin glowed like silk.

I unlocked my fingers from hers and slid my hands up her arms to her shoulders drawing her close for a lingering and passionate kiss. I thrilled as her breasts pressed against mine and the weight of her body pushed me into the cushions. I felt warm, safe, and smothered with affection under her. It occurred to me that Jenny was really coming out of her shell. Whereas this afternoon she was timid and submissive, in the few short hours since our first encounter she seemed to have found new reservoirs of confidence. She had arranged this whole seduction on fairly short notice, and she had been very much in charge from the moment I walk through the door. It was actually an enormous turn on, as I had almost forgotten what it was like to be the seduced. It was so relaxing and sensual to lie back and just be a girl in the arms of a woman.

I sighed languidly as Jenny kissed my throat and slowly worked her way down to my breasts. My whole body was tingling to the thrill of her touch, and as she made love to my tits, she began to grind her thigh against my pussy.

"Oh God Kate, I just love your tits...Mmmmm... they're so firm and...Mmmmm... perfect!" Jenny said in between mouthfuls.

"They're all yours tonight baby!" I moaned, as I dug my fingers into her back and humped her thigh. "Suck them good! God, how I love it when you do that!"

I squirmed and moaned as I ground my pussy against Jenny's thigh, working myself up to the edge of another orgasm. Jenny seemed to sense this, and slowly began to back her thigh away from my swollen cunt as she kissed her way down my abdomen. Soon her face was between my thighs, and after throwing her hair back over her shoulder she began to lay into me with a passion. After rapidly licking up and down the length of my pussy, she sucked and nibbled my swollen lips before darting her tongue in and out of my cunt like a hummingbird at a flower. She then sucked her way to my throbbing clit and devoured it with her lips, sucking it deep into her mouth and flicking it with her tongue. I could not believe that this woman had never tasted pussy until just a few hours ago! She experimented by placing both of her index fingers deep inside me and thrashing them about in opposite directions. The sensation was exquisite, and I was soon whimpering in the throes of another climax.

"Oh fuck, Jenny! Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh fuck - yes baby, right there, right there!" I panted breathlessly. "Oh God! Oh God! Oooohhh Goooddd!"

I felt screaming orgasm bearing down on me like a freight train, when suddenly I realized that baby Max was sleeping in the nursery down the hall. I quickly grabbed a pillow from the couch and forced it over my face just in time, as Jenny's tongue found the magic spot on my clit. My field of vision exploded into bright red and orange flashes as my body bucked and thrashed with a blinding climax. I left out a piercing scream that was thankfully muffled by the pillow or I'm sure they would have heard it in Glendale. As I lay quivering and spent on the couch, Jenny crawled on top of me and gave me a big, wet Kate--flavored kiss.

"Oh my God Jenny, how did you improve so much in 12 hours?" I asked breathlessly.

"I had a good teacher." She said, smiling. "That and I've come to accept the fact... that I want you. That I want this." She whispered, as she gently stroked my hair. "I'm not saying that I'm going to leave my husband or anything crazy like that. But I want you to be... my lover - my secret lover. You have shown me a side of myself that I didn't know existed, and I want to explore it with you."

I pulled her down into a kiss before she could see my eyes tear up. That kind of vulnerable honesty makes me go all weepy. After holding her in the kiss for several moments I whispered in her ear "I was hoping you were going to say something like that Jenny. I'll be happy to share myself with you, for as long as you like."

We enjoyed another long passionate kiss before I whispered to her "Now it's your turn."

I told her to straddle me as I put my legs together beneath her, I then scooted her up a bit on the couch and told her to grab the armrest and hold on. I wriggled myself down until I was under her pussy and told her to lower herself onto me. Her sweet musky scent enveloped me, as I gently ran my tongue up and down the length of her slit, gathering sweet droplets that hung like tiny beads from her swollen labia. I reached up and wrapped my arms around her lower back and pulled her closer, seeking out with my lips the stiff little marshmallow of her wet clit. I sucked and teased it with my mouth as I felt her squirm and shake with delight. I alternated between sucking her clit and invading her pussy with my tongue until she came hard, bearing down on my face and moaning with ecstasy as her love juices splashed across my mouth.

As she recovered I began again, gently licking and kissing her puffy lips before moving up to tease and tantalize her clit. I brought my left hand up under my chin and gently slid two fingers into Jenny's wet vagina, pumping them in and out and hooking them into her G spot.

"Mmmm...Oh yes!" Jenny moaned, as she moved her hips in rhythm with my thrusts. "More Kate...Ahhhh... put in more please."

I slipped a third finger in to join the others, but still Jenny begged for more. I was concerned that I would hurt her, but I carefully slipped in my pinky, and bunched my fingers together as I drove them deeper inside her, clear up to my knuckles. Jenny arched her back and pushed down driving my hand in still further, up to my thumb. It felt painfully tight to me, but Jenny seemed lost in ecstasy. She groaned lustily and rolled her hips.

"Oh fuck Kate! Oh fuck!" Jenny cried. "More baby, give me...Mmmm... more! Your thumb baby...oh fuck yes... put it inside of me please!"

I reluctantly I drew my hand out of her far enough to slip my thumb in with my other digits, trying to make my hand a small as possible to avoid hurting her. Jenny whimpered and moaned as she bore down on my hand again and again. As she did so she moved her hips back down my body, drawing her clit away from my lips and concentrating all her passion on fucking my hand. I looked up between her thighs and saw a glorious sight of her bouncing breasts, and above them Jenny's face, locked in a grimace of ecstasy. Jenny arched her back, coming down with all her weight on my hand. As my elbow hit the couch cushion, I watched in shocked amazement as my small hand suddenly vanished within her past the wrist with a soft plopping sound. It was a breathtaking sensation to have an entire hand surrounded by the hot flesh of my lover. I couldn't even imagine taking that much inside of me, and I began to feel dizzy and faint as Jenny impaled herself repeatedly on my arm, whimpering and moaning loudly.

"Oh God! Oh God Kate! Unnnggg!" Jenny moaned as she rode up and down on my arm. "I'm gonna come...Ohhhh... hard! Make a fist for me baby! Oh God! Ahaaa... Do it for me baby!! Unnng! Oh fuck!"

I trusted she knew what she was doing, so I clenched my small fist inside of her as she vigorously thrust herself on it time and time again before she screamed in ecstasy and her entire body seemed to go into spasms. My hand felt crushed within her, held tight by her clenching muscles. After briefly going rigid, Jenny collapsed onto me like she had been shot. My face was buried in her large, soft tits, which were covered by a sheen of sweat. I could hear her heart pounding like a jackhammer, and her lungs gasping for air as her whole body trembled. I released my fist and carefully drew my hand out of her cunt, which seemed to set off another powerful orgasm within her. She whimpered loudly, and dug her fingernails into my shoulders as another round of convulsions wracked her body. I embraced her gently, rubbing a hand up and down her back.

"Are you all right Jenny?" I asked with concern. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Oh God no, sweetheart!" Jenny gasped. "That was unbelievable! Ohhh...That was fucking unbelievable!"

Only then did I become aware of screaming coming from down the hall. "Oh no," I said. "We woke up Max."

"Oh shit!" Jenny groaned. "I'll take care of it."

She tried to stand but her legs buckled and she fell to her knees by the couch.

"Are you okay Jenny?" I asked, sitting up on the couch with alarm.

"Oh, just fine." Jenny giggled, as she struggled to her feet leaning on the couch for support. "I've just been fucked legless, that's all."

She staggered towards the hall before falling to her knees and giggling just outside the nursery door. She gave up trying to stand and crawled the rest of the way on her hands and knees.

"Coming Max!" Jenny said weakly, as she opened the door and crawled in. "Mommy's here."

I cleaned myself up a bit with a towel that was on the coffee table. I realized I was trembling, so I took a sip of wine to steady my nerves as I waited for Jenny to return. I had never done anything like that before, and I was feeling a little traumatized. I held up my right hand and made a fist, regarding it with bulging eyes. I quickly drained my glass and poured another one. After a few minutes I heard the nursery door quietly shut, and turned to see Jenny walking unsteadily back to the couch. She sat down heavily and embraced me, laughing.

"Sorry about that." Jenny said sheepishly. "I should've known better than to scream like that, but when that orgasm hit me, I think I even forgot my name! Oh my God! That was so incredible!" She said as she cuddled with me and kissed my neck. "I have never done that before. I read about it in one of Tom's porno magazines."

"It-It looked incredibly intense." I said, wearing an expression of wide-eyed wonder.

"Oh, it certainly was." Jenny said softly, "I'd love to show you baby, but I think it's probably something that you should only try if you have had a baby."

I held up one of Jenny's hands and asked her to make a fist. Hers was even bigger than mine.

"Holy fuck." I gasped.

Jenny laughed softly, leaned down to my lips and kissed me softly as she stroked my hair. We then got comfortable on the couch and tenderly made love until it was well past one in the morning. Eventually our passion was sated and the candles had burned low. We held each other and rested.

"So how will this work?" Jenny asked quietly as she caressed my face.

"How will what work?" I asked, sleepily.

"Us." She said, as she toyed with a strand of my hair.

"I'll be your secret lover -- your mistress." I said as I gently kissed her bottom lip. "When our schedules allow we'll have erotic rendezvous, and make passionate love together. We can also do girl stuff together -- shopping, dancing, movies, maybe visit a day spa."

"It's going to be hard keeping you a secret." Jenny said as she nuzzled my ear.

"Then don't." I said with a sly smile. "When your husband comes back from his business trip, I'd like you to introduce us."

"Are you crazy!" Jenny said, raising herself up on an elbow and tickling me.

"Crazy like a fox." I said, giggling. "Just tell him the truth -- not the whole truth, mind you, just the edited highlights."

"Your car broke down and I gave you a ride home. True!" I said as I kissed her cheek.




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"You were feeling unwell, so I spent the afternoon with you in case you needed a ride to the hospital, but you got better. True!" I said as I kissed her nose.

"We hit it off well and enjoyed each other's...company. True!" I said as I kissed her brow.

"Don't go to mentioning the part where I drove you to a screaming orgasm by eating your pussy though -- that can be our little secret."

Jenny laughed, and looked into my eyes affectionately.

"Then tell him we exchanged phone numbers in case you needed a...babysitter for Max. Hey Jenny, do you need a babysitter for Max? True!" I said, grinning.

"You are crazy." Jenny laughed.

"Hiding in plain sight -- It's perfect, he'll never suspect a thing!" I continued. "And what's even better is that you won't have to do all those suspicious things people having affairs usually do -- sneaking out, late night phone calls, trying not to be seen together in public, remembering all the lies they have to keep straight. As far as he'll know, you'll just be spending time with your new best friend Kate."

"Kate, you have a very devious mind." Jenny said admiringly.

"I'm a girl who knows how to get what I want." I said as I put my arms around her neck and drew her down for a long, soft kiss.

"Oh, and one more thing." I said seriously. "Remember I told you that Mark said when we first started dating that I could have flings with girls?"

"Yes," Jenny replied, "I envy you - he sounds very open-minded."

"Well, there are a few conditions." I said softly. "One of them is openness and honesty. Mark and I agreed that there must be no secrets between us about things like this. What I'm trying to say is that I have to tell Mark about us. No names, no details like addresses, phone numbers or anything else that could reveal your identity. But I have to tell him that I'm having an affair. I hope you're okay with that."

"Of course, Kate." Jenny said softly. "I wouldn't do anything to hurt your relationship with Mark. I just wish Tom could be as open minded, but..."

"I know, Jenny." I said as I kissed her gently on the cheek. Your secret will be safe.

It had been a very long and eventful day for both of us. Jenny extinguished the candles then we walked hand-in-hand to the bedroom where we had slept mere hours before. We lay down and slipped under the covers kissing and cuddling as we stirred the last embers of the day's passion before falling into a deep and restful sleep.





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"Some of them were from Tracy's church group, and a few of them were eighth-graders at my school." Kate said, sighing as my fingers kneaded her right foot.

"What happened next?" I asked.

"Late that night after the movies, Tracy crept upstairs to make sure her parents were asleep, and came back downstairs with two bottles of Boone's Farm wine and a stack of plastic cups." Kate said, smiling. "We all started drinking and playing silly games, and before long about half of the girls had curled up and gone to sleep. About 7 of us, including Allison, were still up and we started playing twister--which is even more fun when everyone is a little tipsy. The game turned into a massive tickle fight, that left us all in a giggling heap. Tracy poured us all one more glass of wine and we started playing some kind of spin the bottle truth or dare game. I don't really remember the details, but I do remember that there were a lot of kissing dares. Nothing heavy, I mean, just light pecks--typical girly slumber party stuff."

"Now it's getting interesting!" I said, as I stretched her toes back.

"At some point one of Tracy's friends dared me to kiss Allison on the lips." Kate said, as she squirmed with delight as I found a ticklish spot. "I was kinda drunk and feeling bold, so I turned to Alison, leaned towards her and kissed her full on the lips. As I did so I lost my balance ever so slightly and leaned into her little harder than I meant to. Before I knew it she was kissing me back, much to my surprise. Time seemed to stop, and we held that kiss for about 5 seconds, although it felt like 5 minutes. We both sat back, blushing madly, as the other girls cheered and hooted. I was afraid that Allison would be terribly embarrassed and run off crying, but she just sat there blushing with the biggest grin on her face I have ever seen. The other girls made such a ruckus Tracy's mom came down and told us we had to be quiet and go to sleep."

"So that's how you got your first kiss with Allison. How sweet!" I said as I massaged the instep of her right foot.

"But there's more... oh Jenny, that feels so good." Kate sighed. "Because we were the last ones to go to sleep, most of the best spots had already been taken so we had fit in wherever we could find space, and while I found a spot next to the pool table, Allison was at the other end of the room which bummed me out because I wanted to talk to her and tell her what really happened so she didn't get the wrong idea. Alison seemed to go to sleep very quickly though, so I thought it could wait till the morning. It was getting warm downstairs with all the body heat, so after I went to the bathroom I just crawled on top of my sleeping bag wearing big loose T-shirt and panties. I dozed off and awoke suddenly the middle of the night in almost pitch darkness."

"Someone was touching me, ever so gently on my stomach." Kate said, with a dreamy look in her eyes. "I kept my eyes closed as I pretended to be asleep. After a few seconds I could feel a hand starting moving slowly up under my T-shirt. I felt my whole body tingle and I gasped slightly when the hand reached my right boob. It stopped suddenly when I gasped, so I mumbled and squirmed like I was dreaming, then lay still. I could hear a girl breathing really close to me, and she started breathing faster as her hand began to gently feel my boobs. I lay there for, like, 10 minutes, pretending to be asleep and getting incredibly turned on while this mysterious hand caressed and explored my body. I fought the urge to open my eyes because I didn't want to scare away whoever was touching me -- it felt so nice. Eventually the hand withdrew, and I suddenly felt soft lips on my own, giving me a kiss so delicate it was like being kissed by a soap bubble. That was my most erotic experience ever at that point in my life."

"Was it Allison?" I asked excitedly, as I moved my hands up and began massaging Kate's smooth calves.

Her story was becoming erotic, and my arousal grew as I savored the sensation of my hands on Kate's smooth legs.

"Well, I didn't know." Kate said. "It was so dark I couldn't tell. But secretly, I hoped it was. Everything seems normal at school the next week, and Allison gave no sign that anything was wrong or even different. But after the events of the weekend, I felt different. I started having these strong, strange feelings whenever I was near her. I started noticing things about her that I never noticed before; the shape of her lips, the silkiness of her skin, the softness of her hair. I found myself thinking about her constantly. On Friday I noticed she seemed preoccupied and nervous. Finally at the end of the day as we were preparing to go home from school for the weekend, she nervously asked me if I would like to come to her house on Saturday to listen to records and maybe stay over, adding that she just got the new Leif Garrett album. I was of course terribly excited, and said I would be over at 5:00."

Having finished with Kate's lower legs, I bent her knees and scooted forward a bit on the couch so that I could reach her thighs. I gently began to massage her silky thighs, first with the palms of my hands, and then ever so gently with the tips of my fingernails.

"Go on, sweetie." I said softly as I gaze lustfully into her eyes.

Kate took a deep breath to steady herself and continued. "I rode my bike to Allison's house and we went up to her room and started listening to albums and eating cookies on her bed. After we finish the cookies Allison smiled and giggled nervously. She kept looking at me shyly then dropping her eyes to her lap. I could tell she wanted to ask me something. I had been thinking about our kiss, and the mysterious hand that had brought me such pleasure at the slumber party all week, and now that we were alone I was filled with all kinds of unfamiliar feelings and desires. Allison was biting her lower lip and blushing, which I thought was so cute. I grinned and leaned towards her, asking her what was on her mind. She wouldn't say, so I started tickling her. She suddenly blurted out that she really liked me, and that she thought I was pretty. And then she shyly asked me to kiss her again like I had done the party."

"Oh Kate, that is so sweet!" I said, as I leaned forward, stroking the inside of her thighs with my hands. I ever so gently brushed the side of her pussy as I reach forward, causing her to gasp slightly. I noticed with satisfaction that her hands were absentmindedly caressing her breasts as she finished her story.

"So I did, only it lasted much, much longer this time." Kate said, with a dreamy smile. "Then I asked her to...Oh yes...touch me again like she had done at the...Ahhh... party. The look on her face said it all -- it was her hand that night! We kissed again and I let her feel me up, and that's how...Ohooo... my first ever make out session began."

"What a sweet story." I said, as I stopped massaging her thighs, sat back and placed her left foot in my lap.

I caressed her foot tenderly with my right hand while I took a sip of wine with my left, before setting the glass back on the table. I was a bit nervous about the next part of my little seduction game, because I wasn't sure if Kate would be into it. It sounded very erotic to me, and I was also encouraged by the fact that Kate smelled as if she had just taken a bath.

I smiled at Kate as she took a sip of wine. I then took her left foot, raised it to my face and gently took her big toe into my mouth sucking and teasing it with my lips and tongue. Her toes were clean, to my relief, and tasted only slightly of salt. I glanced at her face and saw an expression of surprise and arousal, so I continued with my plan, taking each toe in turn into my mouth for the same erotic treatment. Kate laid her head back and moaned with pleasure as she slid her left hand down to her pussy and began to gently rub her fingers up and down her wet slit.

After finishing with Kate's left foot, I placed it high on the back of the sofa before taking her right foot and taking each toe in turn into my mouth. As I did this I leaned forward until her right thigh was almost vertical, and then while holding her foot in my left hand I gently stroked up and down the inside of her thigh with my right. Kate began to up the tempo of her masturbation, and she began to moan and whimper as an orgasm built within her. The wet sounds of her fingers as they slid in and out of her vagina and the smell of her sex was turning me on, and I felt a familiar wetness in my panties. Just as she was starting to climax, I raised her right leg and kissed her on the back of her knee while running my fingernails up and down the sides of her thigh. Kate moaned and cried out softly as she brought herself to orgasm. As she trembled and gasped, I moved between her thighs and gently took her hand, which was still dripping with her girl-cum. I pressed my face into her palm, breathing in her scent deeply, before tenderly taking each finger into my mouth and sucking it clean, savoring her taste.

Kate then wrapped her legs around me and drew me to her. She fumbled with the unfamiliar ties of my lingerie, so I assisted her and soon it joined her clothes behind the couch. We took each other's hands and intertwined our fingers as we gazed at each other's naked form with desire. Kate, her green eyes open wide and her soft lips slightly parted, seemed mesmerized by me. She unlocked her fingers from mine and slid her hands up my arms to my shoulders, drawing me down for a lingering and passionate kiss. I moaned softly as our breasts touched, then molded into each other. Kate seem to be enjoying my newfound boldness, and she happily submitted to my seduction, whimpering softly as my hands explored and caressed her body, and softly whispering my name as I kissed her neck and gently pinched her nipples with my fingers

Kate sighed languidly as I kissed her throat and slowly worked my way down to her breasts. My whole body was tingling with anticipation, and as I made love to her tits, I slowly began to grind my thigh against her pussy.

"Oh God Kate, I just love your tits...Mmmmm... they're so firm and...Mmmmm... perfect!" I said in between mouthfuls.

"They're all yours tonight baby!" Kate moaned, as she dug her fingers into my back and humped my thigh. "Suck them good! God, how I love it when you do that!"

Kate squirmed and moaned with pleasure as another orgasm sparked to life within her. I began to kiss my way down her abdomen, pausing briefly to tease her navel. Soon I found myself in the place that I had been dreaming about for the last 3 hours -- between her pale, silky thighs and inches from her dripping pussy. I flipped my hair back out of the way, placed my tongue at the bottom of her dripping slit and ran it up gathering a tongue-full of her sweet ambrosia. Taking my time, I nibbled and sucked her puffy lips before lavishing attention on her vagina, darting my tongue in and out as if I was a hummingbird feasting on a flower. Kate whimpered and moaned her approval as she twitched and writhed in ecstasy. As her climax built I shifted my attention to her swollen clit, devouring it with my lips and flicking it rapidly with my tongue. I brought my hands together on her pussy and inserted both index fingers into her vagina, and began flicking them up and down in opposite directions, causing her to arch her back and gasp.

"Oh fuck, Jenny! Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh fuck - yes baby, right there, right there!" Kate panted breathlessly. "Oh God! Oh God! Oooohhh Goooddd!"

Kate had the presence of mind to grab a pillow from the couch to muffle her orgasmic scream, as a powerful climax shuddered through her trembling body. As Kate lay quivering, I pulled myself on top of her and gave her a deep wet kiss.

"Oh my God Jenny, how did you improve so much in 12 hours?" Kate asked breathlessly.

"I had a good teacher." I said, smiling. "That and I've come to accept the fact... that I want you. That I want this." I whispered, as I gently stroked her soft red hair. "I'm not saying that I'm going to leave my husband or anything crazy like that. But I want you to be my lover... my secret lover. You have shown me a side of myself that I didn't know existed, and I want to explore it with you."

Kate looked at me misty eyed, then pulled me down into a kiss. She whispered in my ear "I was hoping you were going to say something like that. I'll be happy to share myself with you for as long as you like."

We enjoyed another long passionate kiss before she whispered to me "Now it's your turn."

Kate told me to straddle her as she put her legs together beneath me. She then scooted me up on the couch and told me to hold on to the armrest and sit up on my knees. She then wriggled down beneath me and pulled off my panties before lowering my hips down towards her face. I gasped with pleasure as I felt her tongue explore my swollen labia. Kate wrapped her arms around my lower back pulling me closer as she licked her way to my erect and throbbing clitoris. I moaned with delight and began to rock my hips back and forth on her face as the overpowering sensation of her lips and tongue on my pussy drove me mad with desire. I rocked my hips back and held myself in that position giving me Kate access to my raging clitoris, which she quickly devoured with her lips. I moaned and whimpered with delight as she brought me to a shuddering orgasm, which Kate skillfully prolonged with subtle manipulations of my clit with her lips and tongue.

As I began to recover, Kate started again by gently licking and kissing my puffy lips. I clutched the armrest and whimpered my approval as I writhed and rolled my hips over Kate's face. She then slipped 2 fingers under her chin and into my soaking vagina, slowly penetrating me up to her knuckles before drawing back for another thrust. I desperately needed deep penetration, and I began riding her hand hard.

"Mmmm...Oh yes!" I moaned, as I moved my hips in rhythm with Kate's thrusts. "More Kate...Ahhhh... put in more please."

Kate slipped a 3rd finger into me, but I begged for more. Kate obliged and bunched all 4 fingers together. The stretching sensation in my vagina was exquisite but I longed for deeper penetration, and I begin to scoot back down her body to get a better angle on her hand. I arched my back and bore down on her hand, which suddenly slipped into me past the knuckles, as far as her thumb. I groaned lustily and rolled my hips, feeling her fingers deep inside of me.

"Oh fuck Kate! Oh fuck!" I cried. "More baby, give me...Mmmm... more! Your thumb baby...oh fuck yes... put it inside of me please!"

Kate complied and gently pushed her bunched fingers and thumb into my vagina with a twisting motion. I whimpered and moaned loudly as I bore down on her hand again and again. I slid down Kate's body until I was positioned over her elbow. Mad with lust I took a deep breath and threw myself down on Kate's hand. I grimaced with ecstasy and cried out as I felt a jolt of exquisite pain as Kate's entire hand shot into my vagina up to the wrist. I let out a long lustful moan as I sat back rocking on her hand while fondling my breasts and pinching my nipples to the point of pain. I looked down and saw Kate, a look of shock on her pale face.

"Oh God! Oh God Kate! Unnnggg!" I moaned as I rode up and down on Kate's arm. "I'm gonna come...Ohhhh... hard! Make a fist for me baby! Oh God! Ahaaa... Do it for me baby!! Unnng! Oh fuck!"

I felt an unbelievable sensation as Kate brought her fingers together into a fist within me. I impaled myself upon her arm again and again until a colossal orgasm hit me like a baseball bat to back of my skull. I let out a piercing scream as the world around me exploded into searing white light. The next thing I knew I was lying facedown on top of Kate, my face buried in her red hair, my heart pounding and my lungs gasping for air. My entire body still trembled with bliss, and I felt like my veins were filled with morphine. As I lay there floating in ecstasy I felt Kate gently pull her hand out of me, which instantly triggered another powerful orgasm. I shook and spasmed, digging my nails into Kate's shoulders as a shuddering moan escaped my lips. Kate embraced me tightly, gently rubbing a hand up and down my back.

"Are you all right Jenny?" Kate asked, a hint of panic in her voice. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Oh God no, sweetheart!" I gasped. "That was unbelievable! Ohhh...That was fucking unbelievable!"

Only then did we become aware of screaming coming from down the hall. "Oh no," Kate said. "We woke up Max."

"Oh shit!" I groaned. "I'll take care of it."

I tried to stand but my legs buckled and I fell to my knees by the couch.

"Are you sure you're okay Jenny?" Kate asked, sitting up on the couch.

"Oh, just fine." I giggled, as I struggled to my feet leaning on the couch for support. "I've just been fucked legless, that's all."

I was still giddy with post-coital bliss, and I was having trouble thinking straight let alone walking.

I staggered towards the hall before falling to my knees again in the thick shag carpet and giggling just outside the nursery door. I gave up trying to stand and crawled the rest of the way on my hands and knees.

"Coming Max!" I said weakly, as I opened the door and crawled in. "Mommy's here."

I climbed clumsily into the chair next to the crib. Max was just startled by my shriek, and after a few minutes of comforting he went back to sleep. The few minutes of rest did me good as well, and although my vagina still felt tingly and weird, my mind had cleared and I was able to walk unsteadily back to the couch where Kate was watching me with a worried expression. I sat down heavily on the couch and embraced her as I laughed.

"Sorry about that." I said sheepishly. "I should've known better than to scream like that, but when that orgasm hit me, I think I even forgot my name! Oh my God! That was so incredible!" I said as I cuddled with Kate and kissed her neck. "I have never done that before. I read about it in one of Tom's porno magazines."

"It-It looked incredibly intense." Kate said, wearing an expression of wide-eyed wonder.

"Oh, it certainly was." I said softly, "I'd love to show you baby, but I think it's probably something that you should only try if you have had a baby."

Kate held up one of my hands and asked me to make a fist.

"Holy fuck." She gasped.

I laughed softly then tenderly kissed her lips as I stroked her hair. Kate pulled me down onto the couch, where we tenderly make love until it was well past 1:00 in the morning. Eventually the candles burned low and our passion was sated for the night so we cuddled and nuzzled each other sweetly.

"So how will this work?" I asked quietly as I caressed her face.

"How will what work?" Kate asked, sleepily.

"Us." I said, as I toyed with a strand of her hair.

"I'll be your secret lover -- your mistress." Kate said as she gently kissed my bottom lip. "When our schedules allow we'll have erotic rendezvous, and make passionate love together. We can also do girl stuff together -- shopping, dancing, movies, maybe visit a day spa."

"It's going to be hard keeping you a secret." I sighed as I nuzzled her ear.

"Then don't." She said with a sly smile. "When your husband comes back from his business trip, I'd like you to introduce us."

"Are you crazy!" I said, raising myself up on an elbow and tickling her.

"Crazy like a fox." Kate said, giggling. "Just tell him the truth -- not the whole truth, mind you, just the edited highlights."

"Your car broke down and I gave you a ride home. True!" She said as she kissed my cheek.

"You were feeling unwell, so I spent the afternoon with you in case you needed a ride to the hospital, but you got better. True!" She said as she kissed my nose.




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"We hit it off well and enjoyed each other's...company. True!" She said as she kissed my brow.

"Don't go to mentioning the part where I drove you to a screaming orgasm by eating your pussy though -- that can be our little secret." Kate said with a grin.

I laughed, and looked into her eyes affectionately.

"Then tell him we exchanged phone numbers in case you needed a...babysitter for Max. Hey Jenny, do you need a babysitter for Max? True!" She said, grinning.

"You are crazy." I laughed.

"Hiding in plain sight -- It's perfect, he'll never suspect a thing!" Kate continued. "And what's even better is that you won't have to do all those suspicious things people having affairs usually do -- sneaking out, late night phone calls, trying not to be seen together in public, remembering all the lies they have to keep straight. As far as he'll know, you'll just be spending time with your new best friend Kate."

I had to admit that it was not a bad idea, but I'd have to sleep on it.

"Kate, you have a very devious mind." I said admiringly.

"I'm a girl who knows how to get what I want." She said as she put her arms around my neck and drew me down for a long, soft kiss.

"Oh, and one more thing." Kate said seriously. "Remember I told you that Mark said when we first started dating that I could have flings with girls?"

"Yes," I replied, "I envy you - he sounds very open-minded."

"Well, there are a few conditions." Kate said softly. "One of them is openness and honesty. Mark and I agreed that there must be no secrets between us about things like this. What I'm trying to say is that I have to tell Mark about us. No names, no details like addresses, phone numbers or anything else that could reveal your identity. But I have to tell him that I'm having an affair. I hope you're okay with that."

"Of course, Kate." I said softly. "I wouldn't do anything to hurt your relationship with Mark. I just wish Tom could be as open minded, but..."

"I know, Jenny." Kate said as she kissed me gently on the cheek. Your secret will be safe.

It had been a very long and eventful day for both of us, and I felt exhausted. I extinguished the candles then we walked hand-in-hand to the bedroom where we had slept together this afternoon. We lay down and slipped under the covers kissing and cuddling until we fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.





Arizona Heat Pt. 03a



Part 3a: Kate's Story

Feedback most welcome.

---*---

It was Friday, June 27, and Mark and I were out on our weekly "date night." We had completely spaced the opening night of the Blues Brothers movie last week having instead fixed a nice pasta dinner and stayed in drinking wine, watching TV and making out on the sofa. Everyone was raving about the new movie so we went to see it a week after it opened, at the Christown Mall Cinema, and we were not disappointed. It was a great, fun movie with awesome music and wonderful cameos. Had we been in aisle seats, we would have been dancing. We had originally planned on Chinese food, but after watching Aretha Franklin belt out Franklin and White's "THINK," it had to be soul food or nothing. After the movie we rode the escalator down into the mall, found a pay phone with a Yellow Pages and located a soul food restaurant just up the road on Thomas where we feasted on a delicious meal of barbecued chicken, corn bread, candied yams and potato salad.

Cheerful and stated, we drove back to Mark's house. Happily Shane and Jeff were both out, so we went onto the back porch, undressed each other and went for a romantic late night skinny dip in the pool. An erotic shower, a bottle of wine and some energetic lovemaking rounded out a perfect evening. It was almost midnight and I had no intention of going back to my house tonight, but to spare myself a lecture I played one of my oldest phone tricks on my parents. I slipped on one of Mark's T-shirts and padded out to the kitchen phone. I dialed my home number then waited for my dad to pick up the bedside phone.

"I've got it dad! It's for me! I've got it!" I said impatiently, when he picked up.

"Kate, how many times have I told you," my dad grumbled sleepily, "to tell your friends not to call so late!"

The line went dead and I hung up the phone with a satisfied smirk on my face, as I headed into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I pulled a plastic cup from the cupboard I heard keys scraping in the lock of the front door and a familiar voice. It was Jeff, and a new girl I didn't recognize. We met in the hallway as they were headed for the den.

Jeff was an imposing figure, standing at 6'5" with broad shoulders, short spiky dark hair and tattoos on his arms. He was dressed in his usual attire, black leather vest, concert T-shirt, torn jeans and black biker boots. The "bad boy" of the band, he played rhythm guitar, rode a motorcycle and had deplorable taste in women. He was also a real sweetheart once you got to know him.

His date tonight was a tall busty blonde with thin hips and long legs. She was dressed in a black Led Zeppelin T-shirt, a short, tight denim shorts and black boots. Her straight blonde hair was parted down the middle and hung down to her shoulders, and her rather long nose and full lips made me think of Janice, lead guitarist of the Electric Mayhem band on the Muppet show.

"Oh, hey Red!" Jeff said, "This is Claire. Claire, this is Kate, our bass player I was telling you about."

"Oh wow, awesome!" Claire said with the groggy enthusiasm of someone well and truly stoned. "Jeff was playing me some tapes... of your band! Yeah! You guys are really good!" She said, swaying slightly.

"Thanks!" I said. "Nice to have met you, but I was just heading to bed."

"Wait!" Claire said, grabbing my arm. "Stay up and party with us! It'll be fun!"

"Thanks, but I'm all partied out tonight." I said as I gently disentangled my arm from her. "But you two have fun. Mark and I went skinny dipping earlier, and its perfect weather for it now."

"Skinny-dipping? Really?" Claire said, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Oh yeah." I said to her. "The water feels so good against your naked skin this time of night. The pool's just out back through those sliding glass doors." I said pointing to the other end of the Den.

"Skinny dipping!" Claire squealed to Jeff, as if she had just discovered the greatest plan in the history of plans. "That sounds so awesome! Let's go!" She giggled, as she ran to the pool, leaving a trail of discarded clothing in her wake.

Jeff stood and watched Claire run off across the patio then turned to face me, a huge grin on his face as he raised his right hand and cocked it back. 

"How about that Jeff?" I said grinning smugly "I just got your date's cloths off in under a minute, using only my tongue!"

I held up my right hand to collect the high-five I so richly deserved as Jeff slapped down at my palm.

"You rock, Red!" Jeff laughed, as he blushed.

Getting Jeff, the tattooed "bad boy" of the band to blush was quite an accomplishment, and I was extremely pleased with myself as I turned to the hall and headed to Mark's room.

"Oh yeah, I just remembered something." Jeff said, as he stripped off his shirt. "Your mom called earlier and said some lady called Jenny... Swanson? Swenson? Whatever -she called about a babysitting job or something. I wrote her number on the pad by the Yellow Pages."

"Oh thanks." I said, trying to hide my excitement.

Jeff slipped through and closed the sliding glass doors as he went out to join his date in the pool.

I glanced at the notepad. It was Jenny's number all right. My heart beat a little faster as I walked back to Mark's room. He was already asleep and I crawled into bed after I placed the glass of water on the bedside table. As I lay there, tired yet unable to find sleep, I played through the events of last weekend in my head yet again.

It had been a wild emotional ride, but I was very pleased with the way things were working out. Mark, true to his word, offered no objection to me seeing Jenny, but cautioned me to be careful lest her husband discover our secret. Mark's honesty and his trust in me warmed my heart. Jenny's acceptance of her feelings for me also involved a huge investment of trust on her part. I felt incredibly special and lucky; I really did seem to have the best of both worlds.

Which was not to say that I wasn't terribly nervous. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever consider the possibility of having an affair with an older, married woman, and I really had no idea what to expect from our little fling. All of my previous lesbian relationships had been with girls my own age, and all strictly monogamous although very different in nature. My affair with Allison was the result of young love, with Yolanda it was rebound, and with Betty it was a combination of things; loneliness, flattery at her dogged attention, and a curiosity about the lesbian lifestyle. Betty, a softball player I met in the 8th grade, was the closest thing to an out and out lesbian as I had ever seen. Lean, athletic and with short dark hair, she seduced me with her boyish charms, persistent advances and her precocious sexual skills.

Betty had lived with her divorced mother in a trailer park on the proverbial "wrong side of the tracks" ever since her father, a semi-professional baseball player, had abandoned them 2 years earlier. It was a scruffy, run down place and I can still remember my shock when she first took me there after school. Her mother was an exotic dancer at a "gentleman's club" over by Grand Avenue, and she was quite open about her lesbian lifestyle at home. She often had half naked, tattooed girlfriends lounging about in the living room, smoking and drinking at all hours. Betty's relationship with her mother was strained, to say the least, and I always felt uncomfortable in their home, never knowing when a profanity laden screaming match was about to break out between them. Their house was always filthy and dark, and I remember it smelling of stale cigarettes and cheap booze. It was about as different from my own white bread, suburban, middle-class home life as I could possibly imagine, but it was the only place where Betty and I could be alone together. It wasn't so bad at night when her mother was working, and we had many fun and memorable evenings there together in her room.

Betty and I had a short and stormy relationship, lasting only about three months. Looking back, I suppose trouble was inevitable in an affair involving a domineering, budding bull-dyke and a stubborn, fiery tempered redhead. I learned a lot about lesbian sex during those months, but eventually the drama drove me away. Betty became possessive, jealous, and abusive. If she even heard a rumor of me talking to a boy at school she would subject me to an angry interrogation followed by a torrent of verbal abuse, calling me horrible names until I cried. The first time she hit me was when I refused her surprise "gift" of an ultra-short hairstyling at a salon where one of her mother's girlfriends worked. She grew enraged when I balked at having my long hair cut off, accusing me of wanting my hair long because boys liked it. She bloodied my lip when I tried to leave, and caused a huge scene in the salon. She was kicked out, while her mother's girlfriend kindly called me a cab to take me home. 

After a week of her constant pleading, I finally decided to give Betty one more chance. It was a bad decision, but at the time I was lonely, insecure and addicted to the sex. All was well for about two weeks, and we had some good times together. The last straw came when I refuse to let her pop my cherry in her bedroom with a strap on dildo she had stolen from her mother's room. Another huge fight ensued as she accused me of "saving myself for a boy." Eventually she grew violent, beating me and trying to force herself on me. After a desperate struggle I got my hands on one of her softball bats and nearly killed her with a blow to the head, which knocked her unconscious. I threw on my cloths, ran all the way home and hid under my bed, crying myself to sleep. I never spoke to her again. Her paranoia about me secretly wanting to be with boys became a self-fulfilling prophecy when I started high school, and I vowed never to get involved in a relationship with a butch lesbian again.

Awakening Jenny's bisexual side created what seemed like the perfect outlet for my sapphic proclivities. She didn't seem to have any desire to change me, instead accepting me for who I was. Nor did it seem she wanted to possess me. She had made it clear that she was devoted to her marriage, and especially to her baby, Max. I had no idea how long our little affair would last, but Jenny seemed to have a very deep reservoir of libidinal energy, curiosity and willingness to experiment. Even if her feelings for me were simply the result of bi-sexual curiosity, I could see this affair stretching on for at least a couple months before she was sated. And if she does develop real and lasting bisexual tendencies -- who knows?

I really liked her as a person, and was completely in lust with her gorgeous body. All of my previous experiences had been with girls my own age, and less sexually developed than myself. Being with an older woman whose body was in the full flower of womanhood was an amazing turn on. I liked the way she made me feel, and I like the way I seem to make her feel. I thought that I was being a careful and sensitive guide on a confusing and emotionally fraught journey to parts of Jenny's sexuality that she wasn't previously aware of. If I could just play it cool and avoid "thinking with my hair" (or "having a Red moment" as Mark often put it.), Jenny and I could both enjoy a wonderful, safe and discreet relationship that could fulfill both of our needs.

---*---

Saturday was game day for the boys, so after Mark and I showered and had breakfast I talked him into loaning me the van for the day. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do today, but I thought I should check in with the parents soon. They would be suspicious if I showed up in the morning wearing my date cloths, so I changed into some jeans, an old T-shirt and sneakers that I kept in Mark's room for such occasions.

I arrived at my parent's house just after 11:00 and went in carrying my date cloths and shoes. Mom was in the kitchen fixing lunch, while dad and Erin were in the TV room watching sports.

"You were up early this morning." My dad commented.

"The early bird gets the worms." I said, flaunting the clothes and shoes.

"Our Kate is a dedicated bargain hunter." My mom said proudly. "How you managed to get up so early to hunt for garage sales after being out all night never ceases to amaze me."

"I'd happily sleep in and shop later if it wasn't 110° by noon." I said as I headed for my room.

"Oh Kate, you had a phone call from a Jenny Swenson yesterday. I left a message at Mark's house, did you get it?" My mother asked. "Something about a babysitting job. I took her number down, it's over by the phone."

"Yeah I got the message, thanks!" I said as I headed for my room to drop off my clothes.

I came back into the kitchen, reached for the phone and dialed Jenny's number. The phone rang twice and I panicked momentarily when a man's voice answered.

"Swenson residence, can I help you?" The voice said.

"I...hello...is Jenny there?" I stuttered nervously.

"May I ask who is calling?" The voice asked.

"This is Kate...uhh... the babysitter." I said clumsily, thankful that he could not see me blushing.

"Oh, Kate! Jenny's told me all about you. I'm Tom, Jenny's husband. Hey, thanks so much for helping her out last week, I really appreciate it." Tom said.

"Oh, it was my pleasure - really!" I replied, suppressing a giggle.

I heard Jenny's voice in the background, although I couldn't make out her words.

"Well, here she is." Tom said. "I look forward to meeting you Kate."

"Kate! Hi, thanks for getting back to me so quickly." Jenny said. "Tom and I have been invited out to dinner and drinks this coming Thursday night, the night before Independence day, by a couple he knows from work. Can you look after Max from about 6 to 10:30?"

"Sure," I replied, "I can do that. Shall I come over about 5:30?"

"Hang on a sec," Jenny said, muffling the phone with her hand. "Honey, could you check on Max, I thought I heard something fall in the nursery." She said, addressing Tom.

"Kate?" She asked.

"I'm here." I said.

"I'm not working on Thursday, so why don't you come over about noon." She said softly. "If not sooner." 

"Could you come pick me up?" I asked. "Now that you mention it, I think Jeff is using the van next weekend to help a friend move."

"Sure," Jenny said. "I'll drive you home too."

I gave Jenny directions to a nearby 7-11 as I grinned thinking of how we would fill the hours before I was needed as a babysitter. 

"Sounds good," I said, softly. "Let's make it 10:00."

"Great!" Jenny said. "I can't wait to see you again! Oh, and bring a swimsuit."

---*---

The long summer days seemed to drag by, but Thursday finally came around, and I prepared myself for my rendezvous with Jenny and my babysitting night. My vanity got the better of me and I primped in front of the mirror like I was getting ready to go on a date. I wore a nice short-sleeved white cotton blouse that accentuated my cleavage, a knee-length matching skirt with white three-inch cork sandals. In a bag with my swimwear I packed a pair of jeans, a pink T-shirt and a pair of sneakers. I told my mom that I was going to swim at a friends house before going to baby-sit, and left the house a few minutes before 10:00, heading to the 7-11. 

Jenny was early, her Chevy Nova parked by the road in front of the convenience store when I arrived. I smiled. The clandestine nature of this meeting gave me a thrill, made all the spicier by the sleazy location, and the fact that I was soon going to get paid by the hour like a prostitute. I sashayed up to the passenger side door, leaned into the open window displaying my cleavage and pulled my sunglasses down to the tip of my nose.

"Hey honey, you looking for a date?" I said in a nasally New York accent.

Jenny covered her face as she blushed and burst out laughing.

"Kate! You are bad, so bad!" She laughed.

I grinned as I opened the door, placed my bag in the back seat and sat down beside her. I closed the door and turned to look at her, and was gratified to see that I wasn't the only one who had spent a little too much time in front of the mirror this morning. Jenny looked great. Her long strawberry blond hair looked freshly brushed and fell loose about her shoulders. Her hazel eyes looked beautiful and were brought out by sparing use of mascara, eyeliner and a bit of eye shadow, and her lips were a playful shade of red. She was wearing a loose fitting floral blouse, unbuttoned far enough down to reveal her ample cleavage, a short white skirt and white sandals.

We sat there gazing at each other in silence while the sexual tension rose between us. We both wanted to fall into each other's arms and kiss, but we were out in public. I slowly brought my left index finger to my lips and sensuously kissed it. Keeping my eyes locked on hers I reached my extended finger down into her lap, and pressed it against her pussy, causing her to gasp slightly. I then slowly returned the finger to my lips and sucked it erotically, never breaking eye contact. Jenny closed her eyes and sank back into the seat as her bosom heaved and a shuddering sigh escaped her lips.

"Missed me?" I whispered.

"Oh Kate, you have no idea." She said, eyeing me hungrily. "Two weeks is too long."

Jenny fumbled for the keys and started the engine. I smiled as I fastened my seat belt. It was such a turn on making her flustered like that. I could feel a familiar tingle spreading in my pussy as my libido awoke.

"You look good enough to eat, Jenny." I said, as I caressed her with my eyes.

"So do you Kate." Jenny said, as she pulled out of the parking lot and headed west.

As soon as we were straightened out on the open road, we looked at each other and smiled. As Jenny returned her eyes to the road, she reached over and took my hand and gave it a little squeeze. We drove the fifteen minutes to her house chatting about this and that, holding hands and smiling.

Jenny pulled into the carport, set the break and turned off the ignition. She smiled at me affectionately, kissed her right index finger and placed it on my skirt over my pussy. She smiled as she withdrew her finger, put it in her mouth and sucked it. I sighed and blew her a kiss, grabbed my bag from the back seat and stepped out of the car, closing the door.

"Behave yourself when we go inside." Jenny said. "My neighbor is watching Max."

"Thanks for the warning." I said with a grin, as I walked over to the carport door and stood beside her. "I was planning on... not behaving myself."

"Seriously, Kate." Jenny said as she placed her hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. "You are an innocent teenage babysitter. Just try to... stay in character until I tell you otherwise."

"Yes Mrs. Swenson." I answered brightly.

"Perfect!" Jenny said, suppressing a giggle as she opened the carport door.

I followed Jenny through the carport door and the laundry room to the den, trying with moderate success to think innocent thoughts. Sitting on the sofa in the den was a plump brunette wearing a grey ASU T-shirt and sweatpants with a young girl of about ten sitting beside her with a bored expression on her face. The brunette looked up from her game show and smiled at Jenny.

"That was quick!" She said. "Oh, you must be the new babysitter." She said, addressing me.

"Marge, this is Katie. Katie this is Marge Simmons and her daughter Anne, my neighbors." Jenny said. 

"Katie?" I thought to myself. 

I wasn't particularly fond of that name, having outgrown it many years ago, but I guess this was now the name of my new "innocent" persona.

"Hello Mrs. Simmons, nice to meet you." I said, as I shook her hand.

"Thanks again for keeping an eye on Max." Jenny said. "I hope he wasn't any trouble."

"Oh, no trouble at all. He didn't even wake up." Marge said, as she stood up and took Anne by the hand.




Arizona Heat Pt. 03a



Jenny saw Marge to the front door and thanked her again for watching Max. She closed the door and turned to me with a smile.

"You were very good, Kate." She said smiling. 

"Why thank you, Mrs. Swenson." I said, giving her my most mischievous smile. "Before you show me around the house, could I use the restroom please?"

Jenny looked perplexed for a moment, then smiled.

"Oh, I get it smarty-pants." Jenny said, laughing. "You can come out of charac..."

She stopped speaking mid-sentence, and I could tell by the sudden gleam in her eye that she and I were on the same page. Jenny suppressed a smile then took a moment to compose herself and get back into character as the prim housewife.

"Why certainly Katie, right this way." She said as she led me down the corridor and opened the guest bathroom door.

I thanked her as she held open the door for me and told her that I would be a few minutes. I wanted to give us both some time to come up with ideas and get deeper into character. I decided I was overdressed in my white blouse and skirt, and changed into the T-shirt, jeans and sneakers I brought. I decided to go without the bra, as my firm 34 C's looked great in a tight T-shirt.

So I was supposed to be the innocent teenage babysitter. That will require all my acting talents, I thought to myself. I grinned as I realized that if I was the innocent one, Jenny had to play the role of the seductress. This should be interesting -- talk about playing against type.

As I changed I tried to imagine myself how I was a month ago, before my sapphic yearnings had been awakened from their slumber, before I met Jenny. I tried to imagine myself as an innocent, naïve young teenager just out on a regular babysitting job. I took a deep breath to center myself, then Katie stepped through the door and headed to the den where Mrs. Swenson was waiting.

---*---

"Ah, There you are Katie." Mrs. Swenson said with a smile. "And don't you look pretty in that pink top."

"Thank you." I replied with a shy shrug. "You look very nice too. I like that blouse, it looks very good on you."

"Why thank you Katie, you're very sweet." She said, as she filled two glasses with white wine at the bar. 

I smiled as I looked around the den. It looks like a cozy place to spend the evening babysitting while Mrs. Swenson and her husband had a night out.

"Here Katie." She said as she handed me a glass. "I know you're too young, but what happens in this house stays in this house, if you know what I mean." She said with a wink.

"Wine!" I thought to myself, as I took a deep sip. "Mrs. Swenson is cool!" I had a feeling I was really going to enjoy babysitting for her.

"Well let's get started on the tour, shall we?" Mrs. Swenson said as she took my free hand and led me through the house showing me where everything was that I might need during the evening. When we got to the nursery she motioned for me to be quiet and we slipped in to find the baby sleeping peacefully. She quietly pointed out all the baby supplies in the closet, then put her hand on my back and ushered me out the door, slipping me a subtle caress on the small of my back that sent tingles up my spine. I thought it was a rather strangely affectionate gesture considering we had only just met, but I put it down as just a quirk of her personality. She was just one of those touchy-feely types. She led me into the kitchen and showed me a list of emergency numbers by the phone, and she showed me where the bottles of breast milk were stored in the refrigerator. 

"You mean that's all... from you?" I said, eyes wide as I looked at the stack of bottles.

"Yes, that's all fresh and home made." She smiled. "My boobs aren't usually this big." She said as she cupped them, as if weighing them with her hands. "But they're all full of milk, so I've gone up two cup sizes." She said with a sly smile as she jiggled them.

My eyes felt as if they were going to pop out of my head when she did that, and I could feel my pulse race and my breath catch. Part of me was very uncomfortable and wanted to change the subject quickly, but another part of me was fascinated and wanted to know more. The latter part won out, as my curiosity got the better of me.

"How do you get it... out?" I asked, perplexed.

Mrs. Swenson smiled as she stepped closer to me.

"Well, I have a machine called a breast pump." She said, as she reached into the dishwasher and pulled out a clear plastic disc with a nipple attachment. "This is a part of it." She said softly, as she casually pulled the left side of her blouse down exposing a stiff pink nipple the size of the end of my thumb, set in a huge areola as big as the palm of my hand.

I stared, fascinated - I had never seen a woman's nipple this close before.

"It is a sort of suction cup that fits like this." Mrs. Swenson explained, as she placed the plastic disc over her nipple. " I attach it to an electric pump with some tubing, and then it sucks the milk out of my boob and puts it in a bottle so I don't always have to breast-feed Max."

She looked into my wide eyes and smiled as she tucked her nipple back into her blouse.

"How about more wine?" She said, as she led me by the arm around to the bar.

She refilled our glasses and smiled, her hazel eyes lingering on my chest for just a moment more than I thought proper. I could hardly complain as I was having trouble tearing my own eyes away from her very ample cleavage. Mrs. Swenson certainly had an amazing figure, and I couldn't get the image of her erect nipple out of my mind.

Mrs. Swenson suddenly excused herself, saying she would be right back as she left the den and headed back into the bedroom. As she slipped by me her breasts touched my arm just above the elbow ever so slightly, sending another rush of excitement through my body. After she left I took a deep breath, feeling a tingling in my crotch and my breasts. As I looked down at myself I realized with embarrassment that my nipples were very much erect, poking at the fabric of my pink T-shirt. I took another drink of wine and try to calm myself. I had never felt this way around a woman before, and I was very confused. But there was something about Mrs. Swenson that just... fascinated me. Part of me was glad that I wouldn't be spending too much time with her and these strange feelings she elicited from me, while another part of me wished she wouldn't leave.

Before long Mrs. Swenson came back down the hall.

"I just called Tom and unfortunately he's going to be about an hour and a half late." She said. "I'm going to have a bath and change into something more comfortable."

"Why don't you have a seat." She said, as she placed a hand on my shoulder and guided me to the couch. "Relax, and watch a video for a while. I'll be back in about fifteen minutes. Just watch a video, and help yourself to the wine." She said, as she twirled a lock of her blonde hair with a finger and smiled.

"Uhh, okay." I said uncertainly, as she headed back to the bedroom.

I sat there uneasily for a minute, sipping my wine and wondering what was going on. Mrs. Swenson was acting strange, and I had the nagging feeling she was up to something. I got up and padded quietly down to the hall, listening at her bedroom door. I thought I heard the bath running, so I shrugged and headed back to the den. After having another sip of wine I decided to turn on the VHS player and watch a video as she had suggested. I glanced through the stack of cassettes on the shelf, but nothing really caught my eye. When the machine warmed up, the light indicated that there was already a cassette inside, so I hit play out of curiosity and sat back on the couch.

After a few seconds of static, the title came up reading "Beaver--ly Hills Housewives," which sounded to me like some kind of spoof or comedy, so I settled back into the couch and made myself comfortable. As a twangy bass guitar riff played, the camera followed a sports car driving through upscale neighborhoods as the credits rolled. Two attractive women with long legs and huge breasts, dressed in fine clothes and wearing lots of makeup got out of the car and went into an expensive looking house as the credits ended. There was some dialogue, but it was hard to make out as the production quality left something to be desired.

Suddenly, and for no apparent reason, the two women began to passionately kiss each other as they sat on a couch. I stared, mouth gaping, as the two women began undressing each other and started kissing each other's breasts. This soundtrack at this point was all moans and grunts, so I quickly got up and turn the volume down. Part of me wanted to just turn it off since I didn't think that I was supposed to be watching it, but I figured I had a least 10 minutes before Mrs. Swenson came back from her bath, and I was burning with curiosity. I had never seen anything like this before. On the screen they were now licking and sucking each other's breasts as they moaned with delight and squirmed on the couch. I hated to admit it to myself, but I was fascinated and fast becoming aroused.

I slowly sat back on the couch, mesmerized by what was happening on the screen. The women were now completely naked, and one of them sat with her legs spread while the other put her face right on her pussy. The camera angle changed and I gasped as it showed in great detail the woman's tongue licking back and forth over the other woman's slit. My heart was pounding and my breath was coming in quiet gasps as I watched the woman change positions so that they both could suck on each other. The tingle in my groin had grown to a ticklish ache, and as if hypnotized I began to unbutton my jeans. I then slid my hand down into my panties and touched myself. I was incredibly hot and wet, and it felt so good when I rubbed my fingers up and down my moist lips. It was just like what I did at night in my bed sometimes, only the movie was pulling me in and making me incredibly horny.

On the screen a third woman had joined the first two, and they soon were licking, kissing and sucking each other in every imaginable way. My eyes were wide and I was transfixed by what I was watching. I began thrusting my left hand up and down on my clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. The lustful pants and moans of the women could be heard loudly, and I thought about getting up and turning the sound down again until I realized that I was the one making the noise as I fingered myself towards a shuddering climax. I fell back into the couch cushions, gasping, as I was about to come hard, when suddenly I felt warm hands on my shoulders. I froze, held my breath and I'm sure my heart stopped beating for a moment.

"Oh Katie. I see you found my special video. I was wondering where I put that." Mrs. Swenson said, as her hands massaged my shoulders. "It's one of my favorites, great for releasing... tension, don't you think?"

"I -- I didn't go through your stuff!" I stammered, as I grabbed a pillow and hugged it over my lap. "It was already in the machine, honest!"

My face was burning with embarrassment, and my pussy was inflamed by an orgasm that was begging for release. I felt like I was going to explode.

"M-Maybe I should just go." I said, my voice laden with shame.

"Shhh, it's okay Katie." Mrs. Swenson said soothingly, as she sat down on the couch close beside me and put a comforting arm around my shoulder. 

She was wearing a soft blue bathrobe, tied at the waist. As she sat down I saw out of the corner of my eye that she was naked beneath it, which made my heart pound even harder.

"I'm not mad at you." She said softly. "In fact, I think it's quite sweet that we have something in common."

"What do you mean?" I said nervously. "What do we have in common?"

"Well, we both like to look at girls." Mrs. Swenson said, as she brushed a strand of my red hair from my face. "It makes you hot to see women naked, isn't that right? To see their supple breasts, their smooth skin, their soft lips. It turns you on, doesn't it? I know it does me!"

"No, I'm not... I was just... I've just never seen anything like that before!" I protested weakly, as I looked at the orgy unfolding on the television. "I'm not like that. I love my boyfriend."

"And I love my husband, sweetie." She said as she gently slid towards me. 

Her face was now inches from my own. She was beautiful, soft and smelled of Jasmine. I was paralyzed by conflicting desires, and as her red lips drew ever closer to my own I felt my mouth open and my lips part.

"But we both know..." She said softly, as her lips brushed mine.

"That we have some needs that men just can't fill..." She whispered, as she traced the outline of my lower lip with the tip of her hot tongue, and her left hand tenderly cupped my right breast. 

"However much we love them." She breathed hotly, as she gently kissed and nibbled my lower lip.

My heart was pounding furiously, I felt dizzy, and I was filled with erotic desire like I had never known before. I felt like I was watching my own seduction from the ceiling, looking down on myself as Mrs. Swenson gently laid me back on the couch. This wasn't right! It wasn't natural! Girls don't kiss girls -- these and a hundred other objections were snuffed out like a candle in a hurricane as her lips settled over mine and I experienced the softest, most erotic kiss I had ever known. Before I knew what was happening, I was kissing her back passionately and my hands were wandering through her hair and over her back. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and gently rolled it around my own. We teased and danced with our tongues as our soft lips caressed each other. I was floating in an ocean of bliss, aware of nothing but her touch, her smell and her taste.

After what seemed like a sweet eternity, Mrs. Swenson broke the kiss and sat up, gazing into my eyes with lust. She straddled my thighs, sat back and slowly began to untie the belt of her robe, watching my face intently. 

"Mrs. Swenson, what are you doing?" I gasped. "No, I can't... We shouldn't..."

My protests died in my mouth and my breathing became ragged as she slowly and sensuously parted the robe, revealing her stunning body. Her large shapely breasts swayed gently as she shrugged off her robe, her nipples erect and beckoning. My eyes were drawn down, past her narrow waist, her soft tummy and her full womanly hips, down to the soft triangle blonde hair and the warm mystery beneath it. Her pussy was dark red and swollen, and glistened with moisture. Mrs. Swenson smiled, parting her lips and running her tongue across her teeth as she held my gaze. She drew her hands sensuously over her beautiful breasts before leaning forward and offering them to me.

"Touch them, Katie. Squeeze them. I know you want to." She said softly, in a husky voice. "I can see it in your eyes."

My hands seemed to move of their own volition, grasping, caressing and fondling her beautiful, soft breasts. It was an incredible sensation, and it filled my heart with desire once again. I desperately needed release, and I instinctively started to gyrate my hips up against her. She answered by rocking herself back and forth over my groin, stoking the fire that was smoldering within me. After several minutes of this erotic fondling and grinding, she leaned forward even further and with her hand guided her right nipple to my face.

"Suck my tits, Katie." She whispered. "Suck them like a good girl. You know you want to."

I was completely under the older woman's spell. As she softly traced the outline of my mouth with the tip of her nipple, my lips parted as I took the stiff nub into my mouth, sucking it gently and tasting it with my tongue. Suddenly overcome with desire, I sucked, licked, nibbled and nuzzled her breasts as if my life depended on it, moving from one to the other. I hungrily kissed and sucked her tits until her entire chest was slick from my tongue's ministrations. All the while Mrs. Swenson was whispering words of encouragement, in between moans and whimpers of delight.

"Oh yes, Katie! Mmmm, that's it baby." She sighed, as she leaned over me. "You like tits, don't you baby? Oh yeah, right there."

I shuddered as I felt Mrs. Swenson's hand reached down into my panties and began to stroke my hot, soaking pussy. I almost came the moment her finger slid into my wetness, causing me to whimper with desire and thrust my hips.

"Oh Katie, you are so wet and ready." Mrs. Swenson sighed. "You want me to eat your pussy girl, don't you? You want me to suck that young, sweet pussy."

"Yes! Yes please!" I whimpered, my senses aflame with desire.

"Yes what, young lady?" She teased, as she sat up and drew her breasts away from my face. "Let me hear you say it."

"Please suck my pussy Mrs. Swenson!" I whimpered, begging for release. "Suck my pussy till I come!"

Satisfied, she stood up and quickly tugged my jeans and my panties off, throwing them to the floor as she knelt by the side of the couch and turned me slightly to face her. She then spread my legs and began to kiss and nibble the soft pale flesh of my inner thighs. I lay back into the cushions panting with desire as her lips kissed their way to my engorged pussy. I felt her hot breath on my nether lips and whimpered softly in anticipation.

"Please suck my pussy Mrs. Swenson!" I begged, as part of my mind wondered how in the world I had come to this.

An hour ago I was a sweet, innocent teenage girl with a boyfriend looking to earn a little pocket money, and now here I was a half naked lesbian plaything, begging an older woman to perform oral sex on me. I couldn't understand, I couldn't focus because all I wanted in the world right now was her lips on my pussy and her tongue buried deep inside me. Mrs. Swenson had an unnatural hold on me, one that I was powerless to resist. I was her plaything, and right now that's all I wanted to be.

At last, Mrs. Swenson stopped her teasing and began licking my swollen labia with soft rhythmic strokes. My hands clutched at my hair, as if I were going mad from pleasure. I moaned and whimpered breathless words of encouragement as my body shook and bucked with the waves of ecstasy that were emanating from Mrs. Swenson's skilled tongue. I watched, mesmerized, as her tongue explored and teased the pink folds of my pussy. She lapped hungrily at the entrance to my vagina, moaning in pleasure as she drank my juices. She licked and teased with delicate strokes my throbbing clit and she explored my vagina with a finger. My breathing came in ragged gasps as she stabbed her tongue deep inside me, curling it up to reach that special spot that sent my senses ablaze. I fondled my breasts and pulled my nipples as the first wave of a prolonged orgasm hit me.

"Oh God! Oh God...Yes! Yes! Yesssss!" I cried as the first peak wracked my body and white stars danced before my eyes.

Mrs. Swenson quickly shifted her attention to my throbbing clit as she pushed a finger deep into my cunt again and again. Her lips seized my engorged nub while her hot tongue swirled and flicked it until I was gasping so hard I feared I would faint. The orgasmic plateau ended with one final peak, which launched me to the stars before I came floating down back to the cushions on the couch where I lay trembling and breathless. She slowed the tempo of her tongue's caresses, now gently licking with long slow strokes up and down my slit, sucking my juices and keeping the embers of my passion hot. 

"Oh Mrs. Swenson!" I panted, as tears of joy slid from my eyes. "I've never felt... anything like that before... that was so good, so good!"

"Oh baby, we're just getting started." She said, looking up and smiling at me from between my thighs, her face and chin glistening.

After my breathing had become more regular she kissed her way up to my tummy, lifting my T-shirt with her hands. I could no more resist her than I could resist the pull of gravity, and I obediently raised my arms as she slipped the T-shirt off, leaving me naked beneath her.




Arizona Heat Pt. 03a



"Oh my, don't you just have the most adorable tits, Katie!" Mrs. Swenson said softly, as she fondled my pale, firm breasts. "I'll bet you want me to suck on them, don't you Katie? Would you like that baby?" She whispered.

"Oh yes Mrs. Swenson, please suck on my tits!" I whimpered softly, knowing that every time she made me beg I fell deeper under her spell.

"On one condition." She said with a confident smirk, knowing full well I could refuse her nothing.

"Anything!" I said, as I caressed her shoulders.

"I think it's time you tasted your first pussy, young lady." She said with a hungry smile.

My mind reeled at the thought of licking her... there. Part of me was horrified by the very idea, but I was no longer myself. Hypnotized by the pleasure the older woman had given me, I found myself nodding.

"Yes, I want to taste your pussy Mrs. Swenson." I whispered. "I want to make you come the way I did."

Mrs. Swenson smiled as she climbed back on the couch and straddled my thighs once more. I could clearly see the moisture that glistened from the lips of her pussy, and I longed to taste it. As if reading my thoughts she took my right hand and guided it to her crotch, cupping it to her pussy as she sighed with delight and closed her eyes.

"Feel what you've done to me, Katie." She sighed, as she forced my fingers into her dripping folds. "Feel hot you've made me baby!"

I was shocked by the wetness, the slipperiness and the heat of her pussy and my own started to tingle once again. Mrs. Swenson suddenly pulled my hand out from under her and brought it to her face where she caressed my fingers with her tongue and lips. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, and I almost came on the spot just from witnessing it.

"Mmmm, you are in for a treat if I do say so myself." She said softly, as she gave my hand one final lick before releasing it. "See for yourself, baby."

With that she pulled me down toward the middle of the couch, crawled up over me and gripped the armrest. She placed her knees on either side of my head and slowly began to lower herself down. Looking up I could just make out her slit, her nether lips puffy, dark and glistening. Tiny beads of moisture clung like drops of dew on her folded flesh.

"Suck me Katie." Mrs. Swenson said, in a husky voice. "Suck me and make me come. Make me come all over your pretty face baby!" She sighed, as she rocked her hips and lowered herself yet closer to my face.

An hour ago I would've been horrified at the very suggestion, but the last few minutes had transformed me and now I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in Mrs. Swenson's hot pussy. In a final act of surrender my close my eyes, stuck out my tongue and raised my face to meet her. Her aroma and taste were exquisite and hard to define -- musky, but sweet and tangy as well. My lips parted as I began to lick and suck her essence by the mouthful as my tongue parted her folds and licked deep inside her as she quivered and moaned with delight. 

Mrs. Swenson was very much in control, and I had to fight for breath as she pressed her hips down on my face and rocked them back and forth, sliding her pussy up and down on my upturned face. I tried to lick and suck where she told me to, but it was difficult to hear with her thighs pressed up against my ears. She rocked her hips back and my lips found her engorged clit, which I serviced hungrily as she pushed it down into my mouth. I flicked it as quickly as I could with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth with my lips rhythmically. She began chanting "yes" over and over again, like a mantra, as an earthshaking orgasm overwhelmed her.

"Oh God! Oh God! Ohhhh!" Mrs. Swenson whimpered loudly. "Don't stop Kate! I'm coming! I'm fucking coming!" She gasped as her body went rigid and a flood of sweet, slippery juices shot out from her cunt, splashing over my chin and neck.

Mrs. Swenson clung to the armrest, panting and shaking as the aftershocks of her climax worked their way through her. Looking up I could just see her face, flushed and disheveled with a thin strand of drool falling from her lower lip. She fell off of me into the seat back and gathered me clumsily into her arms.

"Did I do it right, Mrs. Swenson?" I asked quietly. "Did I suck your pussy good?"

"That was... very, very good Katie." She said, with a dazed look on her face. "Yeah... very good. Fuck..."

I beamed at her, happy that I had pleased her. I leaned forward and kissed her, letting her taste herself in my mouth. She kissed back hungrily, and seemed to come out of her post--coital daze as she climbed back on top of me, taking charge of our encounter once more.

Mrs. Swenson leaned forward and began making love to my breasts. My tits have always been very sensitive, and she rapidly drove me to the edge of orgasm by her ministrations upon them. As I moaned and squirmed on the brink of a powerful climax, she repositioned me so that her knees were under my lower back, my knees were over her shoulders and my body was tilted back so that only my head and shoulders were on the couch. I crossed my legs behind her neck as she once again sucked on my pussy while her hands continued to fondle my breasts as her fingers pulled and pinched my nipples. She brought me to an incredible climax in this position, but as she moves to reposition us, her knee slipped off of the sweat soaked leather cushions and we tumbled off the couch with a shriek, landing on the floor by the coffee table with a loud thud.

---*---

We landed in a heap of arms and legs, Jenny's head uncomfortably close to the coffee table.

"Are you all right Jenny!" I said, breaking character.

Jenny lay on the floor, laughing hysterically, her face red. She could only nod.

"Smooth one, Mrs. Swenson." I teased, seeing that she was unharmed.

"Oh shut up!" She laughed. "And give me a hand."

I untangled myself from her and helped her up then we both wearily climbed back on the couch and cuddled as we caught our breath. 

"Well, that was fun!" Jenny said. "I read about role-playing in one of Tom's magazines, and I thought it sounded silly. But that was... hot!"

"That was totally hot!" I said, grinning. "You were great! I wasn't sure how well you could play a seductress, but that was Oscar material."

"No, you are the one who deserves an Oscar." Jenny smirked. "You actually acted convincingly innocent."

"Oh very funny." I laughed, as I tickled her ribs.

Jenny tickled me back, and we both squirmed and giggled. 

"I can't wait to find out what happens next." I said.

"Yeah, I guess I left it as a real cliffhanger, didn't I?" Jenny said, as we both broke into a fit of giggling.

After our laughter had subsided, we lay together in a tender embrace, gazing into each other's eyes. A strand of blonde hair fell across Jenny's cheek, and as I reached to brush it aside my right hand collided with her left, which was reaching for a similar strand of red which had fallen across my face. We laughed as our fingers intertwined and we both smiled warmly at each other, falling once more into each other's eyes. A sparkle of light from the diamond in her wedding ring broke my reverie and brought me back to earth. I sighed and kissed her hand.

"What?" She said softly.

"I'm glad your car is a piece of shit." I said softly.

"Me too." Jenny whispered in reply.

We both leaned in and embraced for a long and tender kiss, this time as just Jenny and Kate.

---*----

After nearly two hours of gentle lovemaking, three baby breaks and a short catnap it was coming up on 2:00 in the afternoon and we were both feeling hungry. Jenny put a frozen pizza in the oven, letting it cook while we showered and put on our bathing suits. After lunch we decided to brave the heat and go for a swim, since it was only 102°.

We moved Max's crib to the dining room, so we could keep an eye on him through the sliding glass door. We then stepped out into the hot summer air of Jenny's backyard. The heat felt good after spending so much time in the air-conditioned house, and in the shade of the covered patio we were quite comfortable. My fair skin burn very easily, so I brought some suntan lotion, SPF 40, which I invited Jenny to apply. She did so in a manner that left my nipples hard and poking the fabric of my bikini top noticeably. I returned the favor with her lotion and achieve similar results. Giggling like schoolgirls, we jumped in the pool and splashed around having fun and enjoying the cool water. After we had exerted ourselves, we sat together on the steps in the shallow end. Jenny looked at me and ran her fingers through my wet hair.

"Have you ever thought of straightening your hair?" She asked me. "I think you would look very elegant with your hair straight." She said as she arranged my wet locks over my shoulder.

"Hmm, trying to change me already?" I said, half-teasing.

"Oh, I don't mean permanently." She said. "I was thinking for a special occasion, like if you and Mark were going out to a very fancy restaurant. I love your curly hair, but it does hide a lot of the beautiful bone structure of your face." She said, as she gently touched my cheek and ran her fingers down along my jaw line to my chin.

"You really think I look... elegant with my hair straight?" I asked, flattered.

"Yes I do." She said, lifting my chin slightly and giving me a soft kiss. "If you ever get tired of looking cute and adorable, you could always try it as a new look."

"Do you have any nosy neighbors?" I asked, my eyes scanning the cinderblock walls around the backyard.

"Not at this time of day. It's too hot." She replied. "Why do you ask?" She added with a smile.

"Hmmm...No reason." I said, as I stood up and threw my arms around her shoulders, settled into her lap and gave her a soft, lingering kiss. We made out languidly in the pool for several minutes, kissing and caressing, before returning to sit on the steps in the shallow end to catch our breath.

After a while Jenny climbed on top of an air mattress and turned over on her back to sunbathe. I swam over to a sort of love seat carved out of the side of the pool over by the deep end, half of which was in the shade of a palm tree and pulled Jenny over, keeping her floating in the sunny side.

I asked her about California and we talked about her time in San Diego back when she was a young "beach bunny" and all the trouble she used to get into. She was a popular student at her high school and played on the school volleyball team. She dated a hot blonde surfer for 2 years in high school, but broke up when she graduated and went to college at UC San Diego. She only did 2 semesters there before meeting and falling in love with Tom, then an engineering major who was about to graduate. After a whirlwind romance they were married and moved into a nice condo not far from the beach. Tom got a great job with a major aerospace company and after only a year he was promoted and transferred to Phoenix. I got the feeling that she misses San Diego, and hopes that his company will eventually transfer him back to the West Coast. We stayed in the pool for about an hour, taking frequent breaks to go inside, cool down and check on Max.

It was coming up on 3:30, so we went back in and had a very erotic shower together. We soaped and lathered each other sensuously, washed each other's hair and made out under the streaming water. We got so worked up that by the time we dried each other off both of our pussies were hot, wet and demanding attention. Although Tom was due home at 4:30, we both decided we needed one last taste of each other, so we climbed on the bed and had a quick but passionate 69.

After we had sated our lust, we wash our faces and prepared for my introduction to Tom. I changed back into the pink T-shirt, jeans and sneakers, while Jenny put on a T-shirt and a comfortable set of shorts. Max was awake and seemed to recognize me, especially when I dangled my hair in his face, which he seemed to enjoy. We took him out of the crib and played with him for a while in the den, encouraging him to scramble back and forth between us. Before long the sound of a car pulling in to the driveway could be heard. Jenny and I exchanged nervous smiles, and I took a deep breath to calm myself.

"This was your idea girl." I told myself. "You've absolutely nothing to worry about, he won't suspect a thing."

Jenny got up and handed Max to me as she walked over to the bar. She also looked a bit nervous, I noticed, and she took a deep calming breath as the carport door opened and Tom entered. I recognized him from Jenny's photos on the hallway wall. He was quite handsome, standing at 5 foot 10 with short sandy brown hair hazel eyes and a chiseled jaw. He was wearing a White short-sleeved shirt with a dark tie and dark slacks. He had a well-groomed nerdy look, like he just came from mission control at NASA.

"Hi honey." Jenny said as she gave him a hug. "I'll bet you're ready for the weekend."

"Am I ever!" He said, as he gave her a quick kiss and set his briefcase down on the bar.

His eyes turned to me and I gave him what I hoped looked like an innocent smile.

"Tom, this is Kate. Kate, Tom." Jenny said.

"Tom grinned warmly as he gently shook my hand.

"Kate, Jenny has told me all about you." Tom said. "Thanks again for helping her out of her jam, that was very good of you."

"Oh no problem. It was my pleasure, really." I said as I exchanged a sly glance with Jenny.

"Well, we should get dressed honey." Tom said to Jenny. "The Schultzes are expecting us in an hour."

"Kate, if you need anything just shout." Jenny said as she headed for the bedroom.

"Feel free to turn on the stereo or the television if you like Kate." Tom said as he followed her.

A brief moment of panic assailed me as I realized the lesbian porno was still in the VHS machine. As Tom and Jenny disappeared down the hallway, I ejected the video and not knowing what else to do with it, stuffed it in my bag. I thought I would slip it back to Jenny when I could be alone with her for a moment. After hiding the incriminating evidence, I sat on the couch and pulled Max up into my lap. My plan of hiding in plain sight had survived its first hurdle.

"I think he fell for it." I whispered to Max.

Max seemed to agree, as he gurgled and clapped his hands clumsily.

---*---

I was holding Max and reading through the TV Guide to see if there is anything worth watching tonight when Tom came in from the bedroom wearing a light blue leisure suit and smelling of Old Spice.

"Jenny was right, Max really seems to like you." Tom said. "He usually pitches a fit when we leave him with someone he doesn't know."

"He's been such a little sweetheart around me." I said. "I think we'll have good fun tonight."

"Jenny tells me you have a boyfriend and that you're both in a band." Tom said. "What kind of music do you play?"

"Oh, we mostly play cover tunes, but Mark's been writing some original material too." I said, as I teased Max with a lock of my hair. "He calls it "Surfabilly," kind of a mix of West Coast Surf and Rockabilly, although he's also writing some high-energy rock tunes as well."

"That sounds great." Tom said. "Where do you play?"

"Well, mostly high schools and youth clubs, although we've also done a few private parties." I said. "But I'm turning 19 in November, so we will be able to start playing in bars and clubs. Our biggest show yet is coming up in October at the state fair, and we are all really excited."

"You'll have to let us know what day your playing so that Jenny and I can come and watch." He said. "I'd love to come see you play at the fair."

"Ah, there you are, darling." Tom said to Jenny. "And don't you look beautiful!"

Jenny emerged from the hallway looking dazzling -- I had never seen her all dressed up before, and I was stunned. She was wearing a tight fitting black cocktail dress, tan stockings and black three-inch pumps. She was in full makeup, and she looked sexy as hell. She walked up to me with a big smile and gave me a hug, teasing me with a little squeeze on my ass that her husband couldn't see. Her perfume smelled so good it took a great effort of will to prevent myself from kissing her then and there.

Jenny said that it was best to let Max wear himself out crawling so that he would sleep soundly through the rest of the night. Jenny showed me a list of emergency numbers by the phone then she and Tom said their goodbyes and headed out the door. We had settled on $3 an hour, which was really rather generous considering I was going to spend most of the evening lounging on the couch watching TV.

The night went well, and I had a great time playing with Max. He was so adorable and sweet tempered, and wore himself out quickly by scampering about on his hands and knees. We had a little misunderstanding at feeding time, as he seemed more interested in my breasts than he was in the bottle, but with a little patience and persuasion I convinced him that the bottle wasn't so bad.

After I put Max to bed, I watched a Woody Allen movie on Channel 10 for most of the night. "Bananas," one of his earlier, funnier movies. I snacked on leftover pizza and went to check on Max during the commercial breaks -- all in all it was a very relaxing way to earn a little spending money.

Tom and Jenny returned about 10:10, both of them sounding a little tipsy. Tom tipped me generously, giving me a $20 bill. As he went to the restroom Jenny smiled and scratched my back as she asked me how the night went. As soon as she heard the bathroom door close, she leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips.

"Now, let's get you home." Jenny said with a mischievous grin, as she grabbed the keys from the bar.

She grabbed my hand and led me to the carport door, turning at the last minute and shouting down the hall, "Honey, I'm driving Kate home!"

"That's okay dear, I'll do..." Tom said before Jenny closed the door.

Jenny giggled like a naughty schoolgirl as we raced to the car and jumped in. Jenny laughed as we drove away into the night.

"So how was dinner?" I asked Jenny, as I took her hand in mine.

"Oh, dinner was fine. Rachel is a good cook, and she fixed an excellent chicken pasta dish." Jenny said. "But..." she trailed off.

"But what?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't know. I just got a really weird vibe off of both of them." Jenny said, frowning. "I got the feeling that they were both... well, checking me out. In a creepy way."

"Well you do look absolutely gorgeous tonight, you know." I said with a smile. "You have the kind of body that just turns heads, men and women."

"I don't know about that." Jenny said, blushing. "But Rachel was being very touchy--feely with me. And they kept trying to get us to drink more, and invited us to stay overnight in their guest bedroom."

"Maybe they're swingers." I said, grinning. "Looking for a foursome."

"Oh, ew!" She exclaimed. "I mean, you might be right. That would explain a lot of things." A thoughtful expression crossed her face as we drove on through the warm night.

I guided Jenny to a park not far from my house. She pulled in the darkest corner of the empty parking lot and turned off the ignition. We both quickly moved to the back seat and fell into each other's arms, sighing.

"I wish we had more time." Jenny said. "But I have to get back soon."

"Yeah, I know." I said sadly.

I looked into her eyes, her face illuminated by a distant streetlight. I smiled and caressed her cheek.

"You really do look wonderful tonight." I said softly, and leaned forward until our lips met. 

I closed my eyes as we kissed tenderly. Our passions spent, this was not foreplay but kissing for the sake of kissing. We brushed our lips together lightly, tasting and teasing each other with the tips of our tongues. We made out for about 10 minutes, and then Jenny checked her watch and made a sad face. We held each other tightly and sighed.




Arizona Heat Pt. 03b



Part 3b: Jenny's Story

"Oh Kate! Oh God! Oh God!" I whimpered as I writhed in frantic ecstasy. "Oh baby, please let me come! Please! I can't take this anymore!" I begged as my fingers clawed at my restraints and my back arched. Kate smiled as she expertly glided her tongue gently over my throbbing clit and maneuvered the twelve inch jet-black vibrator in my vagina in a way that prolonged my build-up until it became almost unbearable. The sexy redhead had me nearly senseless with bliss as I trembled and shook, my full breasts bouncing as I thrashed on the bed. My words soon dissolved into a breathless babble of ecstatic squeals and moans. At the perfect moment, Kate twisted the humming phallus ever so slightly and sucked my engorged clit just so and brought me to a rapid series of mind-blowing orgasms that left me senseless and shrieking. I fainted as the last climax took me, but soon awoke to her gentle caresses.

"There, there, baby." Kate whispered soothingly, as she unfastened the leather restraints from around my wrists and gathered my trembling and sweat soaked body into her arms. "Your bad girl always gives you what you deserve."

Kate kissed me tenderly, teasing my mouth with her lips and the tip of her tongue. I slowly began to kiss back as my senses returned. She placed one soft hand on my face, gazed at me with her beautiful emerald eyes and parted her lips to speak.

"Jenny." She whispered. "Are you going to eat that?"

"What?" I mumbled.

"Hello! Earth to Jenny!" Amy said playfully, as she sat down next to me in the break room. "Are you going to eat that cookie, or just keep staring into space with that dopey grin plastered all over your face? What's gotten into you girl?" She said with a smile. "You've been a dreamy Debby all week."

Amy was a plump and cheerful blonde dental assistant at the practice where I worked as a secretary. We had hit it off well and had become good workplace friends. She was easy to talk to, and I had confided in her about my sexual frustrations with Tom some weeks ago. She was the mother of three children and had gone through the post-natal blues before, and she had advised me to just be patient. I was sitting at the break room table at work with a soda, half eaten sandwich and a cookie in front of me. I slid the cookie to Amy, smiling.

"What's gotten into me?" I said with a grin, as I blushed. "Umm, my husband."

"I knew it!" She squealed, as she gave me a hug.

"I told you it would all work out." Amy said, as she picked up the cookie. "It was just a matter of time. No man could keep his hands off a foxy lady like you forever." She said with a wink as she headed back to work.

I smiled. That of course wasn't the whole truth, but I was getting used to living with half-truths. As I cleaned up the table and walked back to my desk I wondered how shocked Amy would have been if I had told her the other, and main, reason for my newfound cheerfulness -- I was having a passionate lesbian affair with a sexy young redheaded high school student!

Although I was very happy that Tom and I were having sex again, I thrilled at the memory of my weekend with Kate, and longed for our next meeting. I couldn't keep from thinking about her, and would often catch myself staring dreamily into space while fantasizing about kissing her soft lips, caressing her firm, pale breasts, sucking on her stiff pink nipples and most of all, tasting her young pussy. A week ago such thoughts would have shocked and disgusted me, but now they seemed as natural to me as breathing. I was desperately trying to think of an excuse to call her and arrange another rendezvous, even if it was just for a few minutes of sex in the back of my car. Yeah, I had it bad.

It was Friday, June 27th, almost a week since I met first met Kate when she rescued me from my overheated car on a scorching Arizona summer day. It was a busy day at the dental office, and time passed quickly as I checked patients in and made reminder calls when I had the time. I left the office and headed home at 5:00 stopping at a Basha's on the way to pick up groceries. Just off Grand Avenue I passed the Wonderland Adult store, a windowless building sitting in an unkempt lot next to a Kentucky Fried Chicken. The temptation to visit it had been growing daily, and I resolved to pluck up the courage next week and get something special for my next rendezvous with Kate. My fantasies have taken a turn for the kinky lately, probably because I now openly helped myself to Tom's stash of hard-core porn magazines. I was becoming curious about sex toys, and wondered if Kate was into them or would be willing to experiment.

Over the last few days I have been slowly trying to come to terms with my feelings for Kate, and what those feelings meant with regard to my sexuality. I was sure I wasn't a lesbian, because I still felt a physical attraction to men and enjoyed sex with my husband. I guessed I must be bisexual, but I didn't feel any new appreciation for the female form, apart from in pornography. I didn't find myself stealing peeks at other women, or having lustful thoughts or dreams about them. Only Kate. She filled my mind constantly, waking and dreaming. Was it possible, I wondered, for one's sexuality to be defined by an individual rather than a sex? Was I a "Kate-o-sexual," for lack of a better word? Was I... was I falling in love with her? Was this all part of some strange post-natal phase, or was this a permanent change in me? I suppose in a way what I wanted most of this strange, exciting new relationship was answers to these questions.





Arizona Heat Pt. 03b



Katie smiled as she looked around, familiarizing herself with the house.

"Here Katie." I said as I handed her a glass. "I know you're too young, but what happens in this house stays in this house, if you know what I mean." I said with a wink.

Katie smiled and thanked me, and took a sip of her wine.

"Well let's get started on the tour, shall we?" I said, as I took Katie's free hand in mine and led her through the house showing her where everything was that she might need tonight. Her hand was warm and soft, and she made no objection to my intimate gesture. When we got to the nursery and motioned for her to be quiet as we crept in. Max was sleeping peacefully, and I pointed out to Katie all of the baby supplies in the closet. After I had familiarized her with the nursery, I put a hand on her back and ushered her out into the hall, taking the opportunity to sneak a little caress on to the small of her back. I then led her into the kitchen, pointing out the list of emergency numbers by the phone, and showing her where the bottles of breast milk were kept in the refrigerator. Katie was impressed.

"You mean that's all... from you?" She said, eyes wide as she looked at the stack of bottles.

"Yes, that's all fresh and home made." I smiled. "My boobs aren't usually this big." I said as I cupped them. "But they're all full of milk, so I've gone up two cup sizes." I said with a sly smile as I gave them a little jiggle.

My little display had the desired effect, as Katie's eyes grew big as saucers

"How do you get it... out?" She asked, curiously.

I smiled as I stepped closer to her.

"Well, I have a machine called a breast pump." I said, as I reached into the dishwasher and pulled out a clear plastic disc with a nipple attachment. "This is a part of it." I said softly, as I casually pulled the left side of my blouse down exposing a stiff pink nipple the size of the end of my thumb.

Katie stared at my nipple with wide eyes and swallowed.

"It is a sort of suction cup that fits like this." I explained, as I placed the plastic disc over my nipple. " I attach it to an electric pump with some tubing, and then it sucks the milk out of my boob and puts it in a bottle so I don't always have to breast-feed Max."

I looked into Katie's wide eyes and smiled as I tucked my nipple back into my blouse. My plan seemed to be working so far. She seemed mesmerized.

"How about more wine?" I asked, as I led her by the arm around to the bar.

I refilled our glasses and smiled as I noticed Katie's nipples had become stiff, and were poking up alluringly through the pink fabric of her T-shirt. As I poured the wine I posed myself in such a way that she got an eyeful of my cleavage. I smiled with satisfaction as I saw her gaze settle on my tits out of the corner of my eye.

After taking a sip of wine I set my glass at the bar and excused myself, making sure to lightly brush my breasts against Katie's arm as I slipped by her and walked to the bedroom. I waited for a minute then went back to the den.

"I just called Tom and unfortunately he's going to be about an hour and a half late." I announced. "I'm going to have a bath and change into something more comfortable."

"Why don't you have a seat." I said, as I placed a hand on Katie's shoulder and guided her to the couch. "Relax, and watch a video for a while. I'll be back in about twenty minutes. Just watch a video, and help yourself to the wine." I said, as I twirled a lock of my blonde hair and smiled.

"Uhh, okay." Katie said uncertainly, as she got comfortable on the couch.

I headed to the bedroom with a smile on my face. She seemed a curious type, and I was sure that when she discovered the lesbian porno I had left in the video player and watched it for a few minutes, she would be good and ready for me. I went into the master bathroom and opened the taps to fill the bath, putting in a dollop of my favorite Jasmine bath oil. As the tub filled I stripped and admired myself in the mirror. Young Katie seemed to have a thing for tits, and I was particularly well endowed in that area. I ran my hands lightly over my girls, gently tweaking my nipples as I thought of what the evening had in store. Katie may have walked into my house has a sweet and innocent teenage girl, but I was determined that she would leave it as my cunt licking lesbian plaything.

I put my hair up and lowered myself into the tub for a quick soak. I had intended to give Katie a good twenty minutes to get into the video, but I was impatient and after about ten minutes in the hot tub I stepped out and dried myself off, slipping on a soft blue robe. I had to have a peek to see if Katie had taken the bait.

I quietly opened the bedroom door and crept down the hall. As I walked closer to the den, heard the sound of gentle moaning and whimpers of pleasure. I could see she found the video, as a lesbian orgy scene was unfolding on the television. The clever girl had turned the volume down on the television, but this only made the sounds of her own lust that much more obvious. As I crept up behind her I saw that her attention was fixed firmly on the screen where 3 women were having sex with each other in a variety of positions. Katie had unbuttoned her jeans and had her left hand down her panties, frantically masturbating. She was nearing a climax when I placed my hands gently on her shoulders. She instinctively froze and went rigid, as I began to gently massage her shoulders.

"Oh Katie. I see you found my special video. I was wondering where I had put that." I said, as my hands kneaded her shoulders. "It's one of my favorites, great for releasing... tension, don't you think?"

"I -- I didn't go through your stuff!" Katie stammered, as she grabbed a pillow and hugged it over her lap. "It was already in the machine, honest!"

She began to tremble, and her breath came in ragged sobs.

"M-Maybe I should just go." She said, her voice laden with shame.

"Shhh, it's okay." I said soothingly, as I snuggled up next to her on the couch, placing a comforting arm around her shoulders. "I'm not mad at you." I said softly, as I twirled one of my blonde locks with my finger. "In fact, I think it's quite sweet that we have something in common."

"What do you mean?" She said nervously. "What do we have in common?"

"Well, we both like to look at girls." I said, as I brushed a strand of her red hair from her face "It makes you hot to see women naked, isn't that right? To see their supple breasts, their smooth skin, their soft lips. It turns you on, doesn't it? I know it does me!"

"No, I'm not... I was just... it was different... I've just never seen anything like that before!" She protested weakly. "I'm not like that. I love my boyfriend."

"And I love my husband, sweetie." I said as I gently slid towards her. "But we both know..." I said softly, as I gently brushed her lips with mine.

"That we have needs that men can't fill..." I whispered, as I traced the outline of her lower lip with the tip of my hot tongue.

"However much we love them." I breathed hotly, as I kissed her lower lip tenderly.

Katie froze and trembled in my arms, like a bunny caught in the gaze of a predator. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was ragged. I took her by the shoulders and very gently laid her back on the cushions of the couch. Her breathing quickened as she looked at me with a mixture of fear and desire. I leaned towards her and gave her a delicate kiss that lingered on her lips deliciously. How I had looked forward to this moment, free at last to taste and lick her young and soft lips. Her paralysis finally broke, and I felt her lips respond to mine, timidly at first, but with growing passion and confidence. I gently slid my tongue into her mouth and broke the last vestige of resistance as her desire defeated her propriety. Her whole body came alive with lust as she clutched at me and kissed me back with surprising passion.

I was sure that this sweet young thing had never been kissed like this before, and soon she was delirious with pleasure as I kissed her throat, nibbled her ears and cupped her firm breasts through her T-shirt, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger, making her sigh and moan with desire. Her growing passion was matched by my own, as my lust grew white hot. My hands kneaded her breasts and I kissed her lips fiercely. I was intoxicated with the power I had over this young girl, and I thrilled as I watch her transformation from innocent schoolgirl to lesbian plaything - my little lesbian slut, to do with as I pleased.

Now that her passion was burning, it was time for the next step. Although she was kissing me with great passion, her hands were content to simply embrace me. It was time for me to give her the first lesson in pleasing her mistress. I broke the kiss and sat up, straddling her thighs. Watching her face intently I began to undo my robe, revealing one of my breasts.

"Mrs. Swenson, what are you doing?" Katie gasped. "No, I can't... We shouldn't..."

"How sweet," I thought to myself. "She still has little fight in her."

Katie's protests died in her mouth and her breathing became even more labored as I shrugged off the robe. My 36 DDD's swayed gently, my nipples erect and beckoning. Her eyes, big as saucers, fixed on my breasts as I sensuously ran my hands down them, cupping them as I leaned forward to offer them to her.

"Touch them, Katie. Squeeze them. I know you want to." I said in a husky voice. "I can see it in your eyes."

Katie's hands seemed to move against her will and gently explored my tits, her fingers delicately tracing the shape of my areolas and softly pinching my nipples. She grew bolder as I whispered encouragement to her and she began to caress and fondled my breasts with greater urgency. I felt her hips start to move beneath me as she began gyrating with desire.

I took my right breast, lean forward and traced the outline of Katie's lips with my stiff and puffy nipple.

"Suck my tits, Katie." I whispered. "Suck them like a good girl. You know you want to."

The young redhead was completely under my spell and obeyed me without hesitation. Her lips parted and her hot pink tongue guided my waiting nipple into her eager mouth. She licked and teased my nipple with her tongue before sucking as much of my breast into her mouth as she could fit and bathing it with her tongue.

"Oh yes, Katie! Mmmm, that's it baby." I sighed, as I leaned over her. "You like tits, don't you baby? Oh yeah, right there."

Suddenly overcome with desire, Katie sucked, licked, nibbled and nuzzled my breasts as if her life depended on it, moving from one to the other. She hungrily kissed and sucked my tits as I leaned over her face until my entire chest was slick from her tongue's efforts. All the while I was whispering words of encouragement, in between moans and whimpers of delight. Now that I had Katie suckling at my breasts like a baby, it was time for the next step in her transformation.

As I held myself above Katie with my left arm, I slid my right hand down onto her soft belly and caressed my way down into her panties causing her to shudder and moan with desire as she rolled her hips up, forcing her pussy into my hand.

"Oh Katie, you are so wet and ready." I sighed. "You want me to eat your pussy girl, don't you? You want me to suck that young, sweet pussy."

"Yes! Yes please!" Katie whimpered, as she squirmed with desire beneath me.

"Yes what, young lady?" I teased, as I sat up and drew my breasts away from her hungry lips. "Let me hear you say it."

"Please suck my pussy Mrs. Swenson!" Katie whimpered, begging for release. "Suck my pussy till I come!"

Contented with the sincerity of her pleading, I smirked as I dismounted her and quickly pulled off her jeans and soaking panties. I knelt beside the couch and turned Katie slightly sideways, opened her silky pale thighs and began to nibble and kiss the soft flesh, working my way up to her dripping pussy. Katie laid back into the cushions clutching at her hair with a wild look on her face as her breaths came in ragged gasps.

"Please suck my pussy Mrs. Swenson!" Katie begged softly.

I do love it when they beg! I was getting so turned on I knew when my turn came it was going to be awesome. I was going to come hard all over her pretty freckled face, but first I was going to show her what lesbian sex was all about. I was going to give this little teenager an orgasm that would change her life. And once she had it, she would do absolutely anything for another.

At last, I stopped my teasing and began licking her swollen labia with soft rhythmic strokes. Katie's hands clutched at her hair, as if she were going mad from pleasure. She moaned and whimpered breathless words of encouragement as her body shook and bucked with the waves of ecstasy that were emanating from my skilled and practiced tongue. Katie watched, mesmerized, as my tongue explored and teased the pink folds of her pussy. I lapped hungrily at the entrance to her vagina, moaning with pleasure as I drank her juices. Her breathing came in ragged gasps as I stabbed my tongue deep inside her, curling it up to reach that special spot that sent her senses ablaze. Katie fondled her breasts through her T-shirt and pulled her nipples as the first wave of a prolonged toe-curling orgasm hit her.

"Oh God! Oh God...Yes! Yes! Yesssss!" Katie cried, as the first peak wracked her body.

I quickly shifted my attention to her throbbing clit as I pushed a finger deep into her cunt again and again. I took her swollen nub into my lips and rapidly sucked it in and out of my mouth as my tongue flicked it gently until she was panting so rapidly I feared she would faint. I drove her off the orgasmic plateau with one final thunderous climax as I slipped another finger into her and stroked her labia with my thumb, while with my other hand I pushed with my fingers on either side of her clit and sucking it like it was a little cock. Katie's eyes rolled up into the back of her head as she went rigid and let out a long low moan. I slowed the tempo of my tongue's caresses, now gently licking with long slow strokes up and down her slit, drinking her juices and bringing her down gently.

"Oh Mrs. Swenson!" Katie panted, as tears slid from her eyes. "I've never felt... anything like that before... so good, so good!"

"Oh baby, we're just getting started." I said, looking up and smiling at her from between her thighs, my face and chin glistening.

After Katie's breathing had become more regular I kissed my way up to her tummy, lifting her T-shirt. She raised her arms and I lifted it off exposing her delectable, pert young breasts.

"Oh my, don't you just have the most adorable tits, Katie!" I said softly, as I fondled her pale, firm breasts. "I'll bet you want me to suck on them, don't you Katie? Would you like that baby?" I whispered.

"Oh yes Mrs. Swenson, please suck on my tits!" She whimpered softly.

"On one condition." I said with a confident smirk, knowing full well that the pretty young redhead was completely under my spell.

"Anything!" She said, as I caressed her shoulders.

"I think it's time you tasted your first pussy, young lady." I said with a hungry smile.

For a brief moment there was hesitation in her eyes, but as I massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples she sighed and submitted. Katie closed her eyes and nodded.

"Yes, I want to taste your pussy Mrs. Swenson." She whispered. "I want to make you come the way I did."

I smiled with satisfaction, as the last step in my seduction of this beautiful young schoolgirl was about to be consummated. I climbed back on the couch straddling her thighs once more. Katie's eyes were drawn to my pussy, which was as wet and engorged as it had ever been. I rocked my hips forward to give her a better view and took her right hand in mine. I guided her hand to my pussy and cupped it under me as I sighed with delight and close my eyes.

"Feel what you've done to me, Katie." I sighed, as I forced her fingers into my dripping folds. "Feel hot you've made me baby!"

Kate's pretty face was locked in an expression of shock and desire as I took her right hand to my lips and licked my juices from her fingers.

"Mmmm, you are in for a treat if I do say so myself." I said softly, as I gave her hand one final lick before releasing it. "See for yourself, baby."

With that I pulled Katie down toward the middle of the couch as I crawled over her and gripped the armrest. I slowly lowered my pussy to her waiting face, eager for her final act of submission.

"Suck me Katie." I said, in a husky voice. "Suck me and make me come. Make me come all over your pretty face baby!" I sighed, as I rocked my hips and lowered myself down onto face.

I sighed with delight as I felt her tongue caress my wet and swollen folds. I whimpered her name as her lips explored my pussy and she sucked my juices from my cunt with eager slurping noises. I began to Quiver and moaned with delight as young Katie went to work with a passion, wrapping her arms around my ass and pulling her face deep into my womanhood.

I instinctively started to grind my pussy into Katie's upturned face, sliding it up and down while panting words of encouragement to her. I was getting off from the physical sensation, but what really turned me on was the fact that I had turned an innocent schoolgirl into a cunt-licking lesbian slut, a plaything for my amusement. I arched my back and squeezed my nipples as I reveled in my latest conquest.

I rocked my hips backwards, forcing the stiff nub of my clit into Katie's willing mouth where she serviced it enthusiastically. I humped her face rhythmically as a powerful orgasm rolled towards me like a tidal wave. I began to chant "yes!" over and over like a mantra as the climax slammed into me.

"Oh God! Oh God! Ohhhh!" I whimpered loudly. "Don't stop Kate! I'm coming! I'm fucking coming!" I gasped as my body went rigid and a flood of sweet, slippery juices shot out from my cunt, splashing over Katie's chin and neck.

I clung to the armrest, panting and shaking as the aftershocks of my climax worked their way through me. I felt Katie slide down between my legs as the next gush of my girl-cum hit her directly in her mouth. A wave of weakness hit me, and I rolled off of her into the cushions at the back of the couch. I reached out and clumsily gathered her into my arms.

"Did I do it right, Mrs. Swenson?" Katie asked quietly, her pretty freckled face soaked with my juices. "Did I suck your pussy good?"

"That was... very, very good Katie." I said, gasping. "Yeah... very good. Fuck..."

Katie beamed at me, happy that she had pleased me. She leaned forward and kissed me, letting me taste my girl-cum in her mouth. I kissed back hungrily, and seemed to come out of my post--coital daze as I climbed back on top of her, taking charge of our encounter once more.

I leaned forward and began making love to Katie's breasts. Her tits were very sensitive, and I rapidly drove her to the edge of orgasm by my ministrations upon them. As she moaned and squirmed on the brink of a powerful climax, I repositioned her so that my knees were under her lower back, her knees were over my shoulders and her body was tilted back so that only her head and shoulders were on the couch. She crossed her legs behind my neck as I once again sucked on her pussy while my hands continued to fondle her breasts as my fingers pulled and pinched her nipples. I brought her to a powerful climax in this position, but as I moved to reposition us, my knee slipped off of the sweat soaked leather cushions and we tumbled off the couch with a shriek, landing on the floor by the coffee table with a loud thud.





Arizona Heat Pt. 03b



"Are you all right Jenny!" Kate said, breaking character.

I lay on the floor, laughing hysterically, my face red. I could only nod.

"Smooth one, Mrs. Swenson." Kate teased, seeing that I was unharmed.

"Oh shut up!" I laughed. "And give me a hand."

Kate untangled herself from me and helped me up, then we both wearily climbed back on the couch and cuddled as we caught our breath.

"Well, that was fun!" I said. "I read about role-playing in one of Tom's magazines, and I thought it sounded silly. But that was... hot!"

"That was totally hot!" Kate said, grinning. "You were great! I wasn't sure how well you could play a seductress, but that was Oscar material."

"No, you are the one who deserves an Oscar." I smirked. "You actually acted convincingly innocent."

"Oh very funny." Kate laughed, as she tickled my ribs.

I tickled her back, and we both squirmed and giggled.

"I can't wait to find out what happens next." Kate said.

"Yeah, I guess I left it as a real cliffhanger, didn't I?" I said, as we both broke into a fit of giggling.

After our laughter had subsided, we lay together in a tender embrace, gazing into each other's eyes. A strand of red hair fell across Kate's cheek, and as I reached to brush it aside my left hand collided with her right, which was reaching for a similar strand of gold which had fallen across my face. We laughed as our fingers intertwined and we both smiled warmly at each other, falling once more into each other's eyes.

I saw a wistful look pass over Kate's face as she sighed and kissed my hand.

"What?" I said softly.

"I'm glad your car is a piece of shit." She said softly.

"Me too." I whispered in reply.

We both leaned in together for a long and tender kiss.





Aunt Rachael, Our Story Part 2.



This is a true story, Please read Aunt Rachael, Our Story before reading this. Also, please feel free to write or email me if you enjoy it. I do not mind criticism as long as it is respectful. Enjoy…

After my first experience with my beautiful aunt Rachael, we distanced ourselves from each other. I do not know if it was on purpose or if it was the fact that we committed incest that put a wall between my aunt and I. We saw each other at family functions and on occasions but we pretty much acted like strangers around each other until my aunt Rachael introduced me to my cousin Tiffany, from Texas.

Tiffany is beautiful and could make your heart race wildly just by looking at her. She is stunning, to say the least. Well, one day my aunt Rachael called me to her house to meet my cousin Tiffany, I could tell that my aunt saw the attraction I had for Tiffany the moment I laid eyes on her. I wondered if she was jealous, but she did not let on one way or the other. She just smiled and walked away, leaving my cousin and me to get to know each other. We got along pretty well, but I was constantly hard just being in the presence of this stunning beauty. Imagine being related to someone like Denise Richards and you will know how I felt around Tiffany.

My cousin went to her new home, which was just around the block from my aunt’s house. I was alone with my aunt Rachael again. We were both quiet and watching TV. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a butter knife. I was very nervous, despite what we did years ago I remained shy and naïve. My aunt Rachael was lying on the couch and I was at the other end. Her feet were near me, getting closer with each passing second. I was aware of this but acted as if I did not notice. 

Next thing I knew my aunt’s bare feet were in my lap and rubbing circles on my hard cock. I looked at my aunt’s face and was startled to see she had a look of lust that was almost frightening in its intensity. I thought our short affair was over but I guessed wrong. My aunt began rubbing her pussy through her slacks. I was getting even more turned on watching this and remembering my night with her long ago.

She licked her lips and closed her eyes, rubbing her pussy with both hands, through her slacks, while she rubbed my cock through my pants with both her feet. I never found feet to be erotic before then, but when they rub you like that; it is hard not to be turned on by the beauty of them.

I was still stunned and on the verge of orgasm as my aunt continued to rub me through my pants with her sexy feet. She opened her eyes and looked at me. She stopped rubbing her pussy and my cock.

“Do you want to fuck your beautiful cousin Tiffany so much that you don’t find your aunt Rachael sexy anymore?” She asked. 

It rather woke me out of my trance I was in since meeting Tiffany earlier. “No, aunt Rachael. You are very beautiful. I’m just nervous because I have only been with one woman and that was the time we did it a few years ago.” I responded.

My aunt arched her eyebrows in surprise.

“Really?” Aunt Rachael asked, stunned.

“Yeah, I am a little nervous too.” I said.

“You just want to fuck Tiffany, don’t you?” My aunt asked.

I nodded my head.

“Do you want to fuck me again, or am I too old to compete with my niece?” My aunt Rachael asked.

I laughed.

“Aunt Rachael you define sexy. I guess it just runs in the family.” I said.

My aunt Rachael laughed and seemed to relax some. She began rubbing her tits through her blouse and started massaging my cock with her bare feet again, Sweet torture. 

I moaned and closed my eyes.

“Don’t you want to kiss aunt Rachael and touch me, baby?” My aunt asked.

I nodded my head as I continued moaning. My eyes still shut.

“Then do it.” Aunt Rachael said seductively.

She pulled her feet from my lap and I felt a relief and felt the absence of her feet at the same time. She spread her legs slightly and I leaned in with my body on top of hers. I leaned in slowly and kissed her on her full, sexy lips. I felt a spark that I did not remember years ago. An excitement washed over me that I had never known before, even the first time I was with aunt Rachael again. I had grown up some in the years between our first time and now and I understood what was taking place, unlike before when I dove in head first without knowing what I was doing.

Aunt Rachael spread her lips slightly and our tongues met again. I found it very sexy to be kissing my aunt while she was fully clothed. My erection pressed into her pussy through our clothes and I could feel her huge tits through her thin blouse. I was in heaven!

All thoughts of my cousin Tiffany vanished for the moment and I was consumed in the overwhelming beauty of my aunt Rachael. I felt her thrust her hips up toward mine indicating that she wanted to do much more then just kissing.

Our kiss turned very passionate quickly. Our tongues battled furiously as our hands roamed each other’s body. I found it sexy that my aunt seduced me and continued to do so even while fully clothed. I ripped open her blouse not caring about the buttons that flew off in the process. I grabbed her tits, massaged them, bent down, kissed, and licked them. 

Our bodies continued to grind into each other with a passion I had not known before then.

“I want you!” Aunt Rachael said as she licked and bit gently on my earlobe.

I want too consumed by passion to respond with words but I reached around, unsnapped her bra, and pulled it roughly from her. I took her nipple and sucked it into my mouth like a man dying of thirst. I alternated with the other nipple and stuffed as much of her tits in my mouth as possible. I was completely consumed by my passion for my aunt. I never felt this hunger or lust before, not even when I first met Tiffany.

My aunt unsnapped my jeans, reached inside my underwear, and rubbed my cock with her hand.

“Oh God, I need your cock!” She said to me and I kissed her before she could say more.

I fumbled with my aunt’s black slacks undoing the belt and zipper as fast as possible. I tugged on her slacks and she raised her hips to allow them to come off easily. I smiled as I noticed the purple panties she was wearing. She smiled at me in return.

“I’m wearing these for you. What do you think?” My aunt asked seductively.

“I think they need to come off!” I said as I yanked her panties off and dove for her pussy with my watering mouth.

I needed to eat her more then anything now. The world could end and I would not have stopped. I had to taste her sweet pussy again. I was not disappointed. She tasted sweet like some kind of fruit. I looked up into her face with a puzzling expression.

“I put sex juice on myself for you. I remember how much you love eating pussy so I wanted to reward you for being a good boy.” My aunt said.

Her face was flushed She put her hands on the back of my head and pulled me back to her pussy. I licked and sucked on her sweet pussy like there was no tomorrow. I needed to do it as badly as she needed me to eat her pussy. She started moaning and screaming, exciting me that much more. If she had asked me to stop, begged me, I would not. I could not control myself anymore. Lust had overwhelmed me for the first time in my life. “Ooooooooooh, I’m going to cum!!!” My aunt Rachael screamed.

I rubbed my cock against the inside of her thighs as she let loose her orgasm. She covered my face completely with her juices. I could not lick fast enough to keep up. I found it sexy to be covered in her juices.

“Let me help you.” Aunt Rachael said pulling my face up to hers. 

She licked her own juices off my face and I was turned on in a way I had never known before.

“Looks like I need to help you in more then one way.” Aunt Rachael said as she felt my hard cock against her soaking pussy.

She turned me around so I was lying down on the couch flat on my back. My erection stood up like a flagpole and it seemed as solid as well. She rubbed my cock up and down and moaned as she did this. Her face approached my penis and I faintly remember the amazing sensations the last time she did this.

I watched as my aunt’s mouth slowly descended upon my hard cock. I threw my head back and clutched at the throw pillow behind my head.

“Oh yeah!” I moaned. 

My aunt attacked my penis with a lust that could only compare to the lust I had when I ate her pussy. She sucked and jerked my cock with her hands at the same time. She played with my balls which excited me even more. She seemed hungry, determined to make me cum.

I thrust my cock in and out of her mouth, reached down, and grabbed the back of her head. I began thrusting faster and she moaned. She seemed to enjoy it. I began fucking her sweet mouth faster as I felt an intense orgasm approach.

“Oh fuck yeah!” I said as I flooded my aunt’s mouth with my cum.

I had so much cum built up over the years between the last time we did it that my aunt had trouble swallowing it all. I held her head down giving her no other choice but to swallow. I heard her swallow like someone drinking for the first time in days. My aunt seemed even more excited by me taking control of the blowjob she rubbed her tits against my legs and fingered her pussy with amazing speed until she moaned loudly with my cock still in her mouth.

We lay there spent for about an hour. My aunt rested her head on my stomach and after awhile my cock rose again like the Phoenix. She looked up into my face and smiled as she felt it pressing against her tits. She cupped her tits around my cock and began rubbing them up and down against my hard shaft. It felt damn good. “Let’s go to bed, baby!” My aunt said. She stood up and helped me up. We finished taking off our clothes the rest of the way and stood there naked. I approached her with lust in my eyes as I swept her off her feet and carried her upstairs to her room. I walked quickly to her bed and dropped her onto it and I quickly followed. My cock entered her pussy as I lay above her. We both moaned and lay still for a moment.

I then began thrusting in and out of my aunt as she gasped. I thrust furiously and she wrapped her legs around my back and her arms around my head.

“Oh yeah FUCK ME!” My aunt Rachael screamed.

My balls were hitting her ass as I thrust in and out of her faster. Her tits were flopping against my chest and I leaned down and sucked on her nipple as I fucked her. She was moaning and her pussy began convulsing around my cock, squeezing it and soaking it even more with her juices.

“I’M CUMMING!” She screamed.

Just then, I unloaded inside her. Streams of cum shot out from my cock flooding her pussy. I pulled out of her and lay back and watched as her pussylips opened and closed and I saw my cum dribble out of her. I collapsed next to her and we held each other. We were both covered in sweat and smelling like sex. 

She had just caught her breath and said, “My God that was the best ever!”

I smiled and nodded my head in agreement. 

“Wait until I fuck your hot ass again!” I whispered in her ear.

She grabbed me by the shoulders and said, “Do it! Now!”

Fortunately, we were soaked with sweat but I reached for the flavored lotion, put some on two of my fingers, and thrust them into her ass and she moaned. I then took my fingers out and replaced them with my tongue and mouth.

“Oh my God!” My aunt said, “That feels fucking great!” She said.

I continued tonguing her ass and putting more flavored lotion on my fingers and fucking her ass with them. I pulled my tongue out, reached down, and rubbed my cock. I loved seeing my aunt in the doggy-style position. It looked so damn sexy and made her look vulnerable as I put the head of my cock at her asshole. Without a word I thrust in deep and my aunt gasped and her head fell onto the bed.

“Oh, YES! Fuck my ass baby! Give it to me good. I want to feel you cum inside my ass. Yeah don’t stop baby!” She said as I fucked her ass.

The intensity of my thrusts increased with each passing moment and I reached down and rubbed her asscheecks as I fucked her. She was going crazy screaming and moaning and asking for me. I could not stop myself even if I tried. I fucked her hard and faster making her big tits flop around. I reached under her, squeezed, and pulled on her nipples, making her more excited.

She was fingering her pussy as I fucked her ass. I started slapping her asscheecks as I fucked her ass.

“Oh yeah baby that’s it slap my ass while you fuck me!” My aunt said.

“Oh, oh, Ooooooh yeah!” My aunt said as she came again.

I started cumming in her ass and pulled out stroking my cock over her tits and face and soaking her with my cum.

“Oh yeah baby! Drown me in your cum!” She said.

I rubbed my cock over her face and rubbed it over her huge tits, spreading the cum even more. She opened her mouth and I inserted my cock. She licked the remains of cum from my cock and kept sucking it until it was dry. She let it go from her mouth with a “plopping” sound. We lay there and fell asleep. When I woke up she was gone. She left me a note saying that it was the best but that we could not do it anymore for fear of being caught by her boyfriend or a family member. She also hinted in her note that I should go after my cousin Tiffany. I lay back in bed, looked at the note, and started nodding my head. Yeah, that is a good idea……..

Next up: The Seduction of My Cousin Tiffany.

Note: I was not going to write the second part of the story about my aunt but due to positive feedback from the first story I felt I owed it to all of you who might enjoy it. I hope you do enjoy it as well and feel free to email me with your thoughts. Please read my other stories and vote for them. Thank You.



Barefoot & Pregnant



I heard the police sirens just moments after I heard the squeaky screen door on my porch open. I wasn't expecting any guests at 2 am on a snowy morning so I figured it was prudent to get out my 9mm Glock and go perforate somebody. The lights of the police cars lit up my living room as I made my way in the dark to the back porch. Walking past a mirror I not only scared the shit out of myself, I also noticed that the only thing I was wearing was the Glock. 

"There's a guy who's dressed for the occasion!" I just whispered it out loud.

I heard a few things moving around on the porch and realized, for sure, that I had company. I stood there for a moment to figure out my best strategy when the doorknob turned tentatively. My right hand came up level with the center of the doorway and my left hand came up on the light switch. 

I was about to shoot someone and I realized that I really, really, needed to pee. 

First things first.

The door creaked open and a smallish figure slipped in and gently closed the door. With the intruder's back to me I figured this was the best time to make my move.

"FREEZE!" I shouted as I flipped on the lights.

"Ohmigod, don't shoot me! Please don't shoot me!"

What was this? Here I'm expecting some toughened thug and it turns out my burglar is a girl? Well, I guess criminals come in all shapes and sizes, now don't they?

"Okay, easy now, you keep facing that door and you don't get shot, understand me?" I moved a little closer to her.

"Yes, sir...I was just..."

"SHUT UP!" I screamed, mostly due to adrenaline and a little touch of fear. "Don't move and don't speak until I tell you to, you hear me?"

"Yes, sir." Her voice became smaller and, somehow, very feminine.

I pulled the knit hat from her head and revealed a tousled head of shoulder length dark brown hair. 

"Okay, very slowly now, take off the jacket and drop it behind you." 

She readily complied and then I saw her lithe form and I also saw that she was not visibly armed. I relaxed a little.

"Okay, you can turn around now. Slowly."

She turned around and we both caught our breath at about the same time. She was an angel. If you can imagine a young lady with the flawless beauty of, say Natalie Portman, but with piercing blue eyes and the most angelic face then you know who I was looking at. I could not believe that this girl was in my house, and I could not believe that she was running from the cops!

"You're naked." She actually blushed. Despite the circumstance of her being a criminal in my house at gunpoint, it was still cute.

"Uh, well, so I am. I guess I should get a robe. You walk ahead of me and go into the bedroom over there and I'll get my robe." 

She walked, almost floated, across the floor with the grace of a ballerina and into my room. 

"Better yet, that's my robe on the end of my bed. Toss it to me, gently."

She did as I asked.

"Now lay face down on the floor so I can get this thing on and be a little more presentable."

Again, there was no complaint and no resistance. She lay face down on the floor and I laid the gun down on the dresser and slipped into the robe. I tied the robe off and then got into my slippers since the floor was getting a bit cold on my feet.

"Better. Now get up and let's go sit down and figure out what to do with you."

She did as she was told and had no sooner sat down on my couch then the tears started.

"Please don't call the police! I'll go to jail for the rest of my life and they'll..."

The sobs wracked her little body and I fought the urge to comfort her: what if it was just a ploy to make me lower my guard?

"Fine, fine, I won't call the police..." she looked up with a sense of hope on her face, "...yet. But you're going to settle down and then you're going to tell me just what the hell you're doing in my house, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

I pulled a throw out of my armoir and tossed it to her.

"Cover up, it's chilly in here."

She drew the thick wool around herself and visibly relaxed.

"Thank you."

"No problem. Take off the boots and get your feet under the blanket."

She looked at me hesitantly. I realized what she must be thinking, practically naked guy with a gun and all.

"Sweetie, your muddy boots are fucking up my Persian carpet if you don't mind."

"Oh, I'm so sorry..."

While she was undoing the laces on the boots I went to my bar and poured a generous glass of my smoothest brandy and exchanged it with her for the boots. She stared at the glass in her hand as if it were poison. I opened the back door and tossed the muddy boots out on the porch with a thump.

"I, uh, thank you, uh, but I don't drink."

She made to hand the drink back to me.

I don't know why, but I felt compelled to exercise my control of her.

"Drink the damn thing and then we'll have a nice little chat or I'll call the cops right now."

Fear ran across her face and she upended the glass down her throat and then she looked at me for a moment before the alcohol started to burn. Her eyes welled up and then she hacked a little bit before settling down.

"Have you ever had brandy before?"

"No. Never."

"Well, sweetie, you just tossed down about $20 of my best sippin' brandy. I didn't mean for you to drink it all at once."

Her doe eyes looked up at me through her bangs.

"I'm sorry. Really."

Well, the brandy soon kicked in and my guest started to spill her guts. And I mean spill. She started in about her father dying some years ago and then her mother married the Assistant DA. It turns out that Mr. Assistant DA had a thing for my twenty-year-old guest, Laura, who was just finishing up her sophomore year in college. She went on to tell me of him groping at her whenever the mother wasn't around. And then earlier this evening, with the mother in Chattanooga for business, Mr. Asst. DA decided to step into the shower with Laura.

She broke down in tears at this point.

"Laura, tell me, what did you do that the cops are chasing you now?"

She stopped her crying and got very quiet.

"Laura, what did you do?"

She looked up me, every bit the angel.

"I shot him. I blew his brains out all over the bathroom."

Her head hung down and was soon buried in the blanket that covered her sobbing body.

I knew what she was facing. In our genteel Southern town she'd be lucky to get to trial. The Assistant DA was a 'pillar' of the community and the cops considered him to be one of their own. No doubt they'd shoot her on sight. If they didn't then the best she could hope for would be most of the rest of her life locked up in some hell-hole with a bunch of lesbians. The death penalty was a serious possibility, too. And Laura was smart enough to know the cards she'd been dealt.

Running was about her only option. And she wasn't very good at it.

A lot of gears started turning in my head. Options. Possibilities. Probabilities.

"Laura..." she looked up at me again, "I think I can help you."

She sniffled.

"I have a bit of money put aside and I've never liked this fucking town anyway...I know we just met and you'd probably never have looked twice at me before..."

I felt like a goddamn teenager stumbling over asking a girl for a date.

"...but I have still have my cabin in Oregon and I could take you there until this blows over."

I almost shot her as she launched herself off the couch and into my arms. She held me tight enough to give me a hard time breathing, and I'm not a small guy! After a few more tears and some brandy-slurred thanks I led her to my spare room and set her up on the day bed. She fell fast asleep and I shut off the light, unloaded and locked up the Glock, and then I hit the hay myself.

* * * * * * * * * * 

I priced the house cheap and it sold two days after I listed it. The agent was the happiest guy around to have made such an easy sale. I rented a decent sized truck and loaded up my meager things and was on the road a week after that snowy night. Laura had to stay in the back of the truck bundled up in blankets until we got into Texas where no one knew her story. Then it took five days of driving to get to the cabin outside of Coos Bay and we both slept on a mattress in the back of the truck to avoid any scrutiny from the prying eyes you always run into at motels.

The cabin needed a lot of sprucing up, but we soon had it cozy and warm. Laura settled into her room and I settled into mine. I got a job at the Indian casino fixing the slot machines and Sara became quite the homemaker. Hell, she had nothing else to do. College was out of the question. So was a job. So was just about everything. But she often reminded me that this life was better than jail.

Our little arrangement went on like that for three months and then, with spring coming into bloom, things changed for me.

I came home one Friday afternoon and found Laura in her new garden, in just shorts and a t-shirt, weeding. Her feet were covered in mud. Her hair was a mess. She was sweating in 60 degree sunshine. She was beautiful.

I pulled the pickup into the yard and she looked up and gave me a wonderful smile...and a view right down her top. She waved as I went into the house to get a shower to clean off all of the tobacco smoke of the casino. As I came out of the shower she came up to me in the bathroom and leaned up and pecked me on the cheek.

"I'll have dinner on soon, why don't you go get a brandy and I'll be out after I clean up, okay?"

"Sure, sounds like a plan."

I heard the water start up and I pictured the streams of steamy water flowing all over her body.

It had been a long time for me.

I needed that brandy and it settled the dragon in my robe for the time being. 

Laura was soon out of the shower and she came out in her white terry robe and started to work on the dinner. I came to the kitchen door to watch her cook...to watch her.

She was washing her hands from cutting up the chicken when her robe fell open and I could see she was naked underneath it. I watched as she put the boning knife away after washing it and then she put the chicken in the broiler to cook. She never bothered to close up her robe and I kept seeing glimpses of things I hadn't seen before.

My own robe fell at my feet as I walked across the kitchen to her. I gathered her into my arms from behind and held her close.

"Mmmmmm..." she purred, "I love you, too." 

Laura started to close up her robe when I pulled it back.

"What are you doing?" A little panic could be heard.

"Laura, if you're going to play the part of my wife, I want you to play every part."

She tensed up. "No, this isn't...we can't...I mean I don't feel that way about you!"

"But I feel that way about you, Laura." I nuzzled into her neck.

"I can't do this, not with you, I just can't..."

She struggled as I pinned her against the kitchen sink, my hands pulled up her robe and my hardened cock fell naked against her bare back.

"No, no, please! We can't...we're friends!"

I was not going to be denied.

"Laura, you're right," I whispered into her ear, "we don't have to do any of this. I can call the police right now and they can come take you to jail for murder. Sure, I'll got to jail for a while, too, but I'll get out in a month or two."

She said nothing as my hands moved around to hold her beautiful breasts.

"I want you, Laura, and I'm going to have you or the police will have you, it's your choice."

I tried to pull the robe from her shoulders and she just silently hung on to it. Fine, I figured, hang onto the robe.

Still pinned against the sink, I put my hands under her arms and lifted her and bent her over until she had to brace herself with both arms to stop from falling face first into the dishwater. She began to sniffle and shudder in my arms.

I squeezed against her to hold her in place and then I reached down and took her knees up in my hands and spread them. I looked down at the tight globes of her ass for the first time and thanked myself for taking advantage of the gift that broke in my back door that particular night.

I stepped closer and the head of my cock poked neatly into her freshly showered pussy.

"No, no, please! Not like this, please! You know I'm not protected! Oh, please, you can't do this!"

Her feet flailed on my back as I sawed my cock back and forth through her moistening pussy. Even though her mind said 'no', her body was responding to me and betraying her. We went on like this for a few minutes, maybe five, maybe ten, my cock plowing her pussy lips, her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears.

Her pussy felt like warm velvet on my hungry cock and her hips began to answer mine with barely perceptible thrusts. I could have buried my tool into her at anytime, but I tried to be patient, I wanted this to be something memorable.

She decided to make a struggle of it and she rose up on her arms in the sink to try to push me back from the counter. My cock, thoroughly wet with Laura's juices, popped into a new position as she arched her back and I drove it into her depths in one fluid thrust.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

She gave the one scream and then fell forward as I began to fuck her in earnest. The position we were in allowed me to run my cock all the way into her belly. It felt so wonderful to have my eager cock sheathed in her warm, supple, body. Every few thrusts I made an extra effort that rewarded me with a shudder from Laura as I touched her cervix with my cockhead.

"Please" She started to sob. I paused for a moment and then brought my hands came up her back, holding her shoulders, I pulled down and locked myself deep inside of her, the head of my throbbing cock now firmly against her cervix. 

It turned me on even more as her belly tensed with each thrust, her pussy clenching around my cock like it was milking me. I pulled my cock right back so that the tip was just inside her outer lips. I drove my cock deep inside her to her cervix and felt my balls nestle against her soft globes. Her hips began to quake. I kept pressing deeper and deeper, my cockhead now kissing her cervix with each stroke. 

I could feel the fear and panic seize Laura. She knew full well what was happening and she knew it was pointless to fight me anymore. Her surrender aroused my basic instincts and with wild excitement and anticipation I strained to make that glorious delivery of my sperm deep inside Laura's waiting belly.

I could feel the familiar pressure beginning to build up in my balls and my cock hardened even more as my long-awaited pleasure began. I withdrew to the opening of her tender pussy and, and with the spurts of cum beginning to flood her from my eager cock I thrust deep into her belly and sprayed my seed straight into her fertile womb. 

She fell limp and silent as my cock continued pumping into her wonderful body. I thought about that Assistant DA and realized that, yes, to have Laura, even a chance to have her, was worth dying for. He'd had his chance and now I had mine.

The fight gone from her, I gathered her up in my arms and carried her to my bed. I laid her down on the sheets and then I got on top of her and kissed her. I was surprised when she kissed me back and then even opened her mouth to the probings of my tongue. It occurred to me that I'd taken her before I'd ever even kissed her. This was our first kiss.

In the middle of our kissing I slipped my softened cock back into her warmth and just let it lay there as we kissed. I could feel my cock harden in her belly and I began to slowly thrust in her just a bit. Her pussy was moist with my sperm. 

"No, please," she sobbed, "no more."

She cried and her tears began to roll down her cheeks. I thruste deeply into her pussy, burying my cock into her to the balls, feeling her womb kiss the tip of my cock. She sobbed helplessly as I kept on drilling into her until I began to feel that familiar tingle in my balls and the swelling in my cock. I leaned in and kissed my lips to her mouth as I filled her belly with another shot of my potent sperm. 

* * * * * * * * *

In the days and weeks that followed Laura resigned herself to being my lover, if not being my wife. Her daily routines around the cabin were soon resumed, although her nightly routines were much different than she had ever imagined. It was only the next night after our first experience together that Laura truly became a woman. In surrendering to me fully she had allowed herself to relax and was rewarded with the joy of erotic pleasure sweeping through her body. Feeling Laura come on my cock made for a wonderful feeling for me, too.

It was early June when she started showing.

And on a snowy night this past January Laura went into labor. It was a simple birth, thank God. Laura being a wanted criminal we couldn't take her to a hospital. Our baby girl looks to be the spitting image of her mom and she has the same, beautiful blue eyes.

I did worry, for a while, that Laura would kill me for...well...raping her, but she forgave me far sooner than I deserved. Just before Christmas she said to me that it was somehow a kind of justice that a murderer should find refuge with a rapist. I was even more shocked when she kissed me right after saying that.

It is now another winter coming on and the nights are cold again. And I am blessed with the warmth of the most beautiful woman in the world to see me through to another spring.



Boo, My Grown Up Daughter



"Boo! Breakfast time, honey!"

I got up especially early this morning in order to cook a feast for my lovely daughter, Boo. She had definitely deserved it. Just as my thoughts were drifting to the marathon of love we made last night, my little Boo came prancing into the kitchen.

What a heavenly girl she was! She was about to start college but looked like she is 12. She can't get into R-rated movies without showing ID because she looks so young. She stands just over five feet tall, has golden-blond hair that reaches the small of her back, and is as cute as a button. And although her breasts are not that big, they are extremely perky and give her the perfect hour glass figure.

"Hello Gorgeous", I said as I bent over to hug. And I meant she was GORGEOUS: she was wearing one of those oversized T-shirts (a pink one) that revealed her soft cotton panties if she lifted her arms at all.

"Hello Handsome", she whispered as she jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. Goodness, was she ready to do it again already!

"I want YOU for breakfast, daddy..." was all she said before she started nibbling my ear. While quickly getting hard from the warmth of her mouth on my ear, all I could do was simply grab her by her little ass, gliding my fingers slowly across her bum.

"OOOHHH, Daddy, I love when you run your fingers over me like that!" Her voice is more high-pitched than most 12-year-olds she resembles. "You're making me wet already! Can we do what more of what we were doing last night?"

Ah, last night. Yes, the heavens smiled down upon me last night.

It started when I picked up Boo from work. She was old enough to drive but always insisted that I drive her to and from everywhere. Looking back, it must have been part of her plan to wear my down over time.

Boo hopped inside the truck. She planted her usual kiss on my cheek, but she also placed her right arm around my neck. It had been a while since I had got any action, so the touch of her soft, youthful flesh against me made my dick twitch. 

My wife left me and Boo a long time ago. Boo was a very fragile child; after my wife left us, Boo thought that I would leave her as well. I was as affectionate with Boo as I could be to give her assurance that I would never leave her for any reason.

"Daddy, can we go get ice cream tonight?" Asking for ice cream was Boo's way of letting me know that she needed to talk about something.

"Sure, Boo. Do you want to go out or do you want to get some from the grocery store and take it back home?"

"Let's get some and take it home."

So we went to the store and got her favorite ice cream. While we were in line, Boo saw a Britney Spears on the cover of a magazine and asked me what I thought about her.

"Well, she's not bad, but she's nothing compared to you." I was already in the process of trying to make her feel better than she was obviously feeling right now. If she wasn't down about something, why did she ask for ice cream?

"Daddy, you're just saying that," she said as she blushed like the young schoolgirl that she resembled too much.

But this time, I really wasn't. I always told Boo how beautiful she was, and while I always meant it, it was more of a duty to compliment my daughter in such a way. But I was looking at her now in the store, and I really meant it--no other girl could compare to my Boo.

I snapped out of this thought pattern when I paid the cashier. I was a little distracted while driving home because Boo wanted to hold my hand. All the way home, she rubbed the cute thumb of her precious hand up and down my larger hand. 

I scooped out the ice cream and made two bowls while Boo got dressed. When I put the ice cream away, I heard a noise that had broken my heart so many times before--Boo was crying. So I allowed myself into her room to see hersitting on her bed, her face already red from the crying. Without speaking, I sat down beside her and pulled her into me.

When she settled down a little, I asked her, "What's the matter, honey?"

In a few minutes she was done crying, but still whimpering a little. "I want to grow up! I am tired of being looked upon as some twelve-year-old when I'm about to enter college. I want people to start treating me like a grown up."

I was too busy worrying about my hard-on at the time to want to pull her closer. But she took the initiative herself and snuggled herself into me. Before I could say anything, she completely sobered up from crying and said, "...and I want to do grown up things, Daddy."

Before I knew it, she was kissing my neck. She started giggling and moaned a little, too. She guided me to lay on my back and began massaging my fully-erect dick. 

"Daddy, I want to make love to you. You have been so good to me over the years and it's time to pay you back." I started to object, but she placed her fingers over my lip and quieted me. She then put her other leg around me so that she now straddled me.

"Now Daddy, I'm going to do a lot of the work here, so just sit back and enjoy."

She took off her skirt to reveal her white cotton panties, and guided those off as well. She grabbed my right hand and together we unbuttoned her blouse. I felt up her upper body while she took her bra off. She then helped me out of my jeans and boxers.

Straddling me again, she took my hands and placed them on her hips. She leaned forward and we kissed each other like there was no tomorrow. I openned my mouth a little, and that was all the invitation she needed. She slid her tongue into my mouth and we french kissed like intimate lovers.

"Ooooohh, Daddy, please fuck me. FUCK ME NOW. OH, DADDY!!!" And to think, I hadn't even entered her yet, and she was already shaking from an orgasm. This brought me to the brink of cumming, but I was able to hold it down.

She took my dick and guided it into her. "Daddy, I'm still a virgin, so please be gentle." Then she thrust herself down on top of me. When the pain subsided, she had a look in her eyes that comes from the realization of a forbidden act is about to commence.

"Ooooo, Daddy, fuck me...fuck me...fuuuUUCCCCKKK!!!! OH DADDY!!!" I was hardly doing anything at this point; my baby girl Boo was bouncing up and down on me so fast that I could not keep up with her rhythm. All I could do was hold onto her hips and watch her enter a realm of ecstacy.

"OH DADDY I'M COMING DON'T STOP, DON'T STOOOPPPPPPPP!!!! AAAAAYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEA AAAAAAAA HHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

She collapsed on top of me. She was breathing but not conscious of her surroundings. I pulled her up a little so that I could suck on her nipples. I kissed all around the nipples before I began licking them.

When Boo came to, she was instantly turned on again by the attention I was giving her breasts.

"Daddy, I am yours. You can suck on my breasts any time you want. I OOHH DADDY DON'T STOP I AM GOING TO COME DADDY OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

This time, I couldn't hold myself back.

"HERE IT COMES BOO, I'M GONNA FILL YOU UP WITH MY SEED!!!" Then I exploded in her pussy right as she herself came. She was still on top of me and we held each other while we caught our breath.

We made love throughout the rest of the night. I have never met a woman who came as easily as Boo. 

So now we stand here in the kitchen, me holding her with her legs wrapped around me. 

"Well Daddy, are we gonna have more fun like last night?"

"Boo, we are gonna fuck every day for the rest of our lives." I carried her to our couch and again let her sit on top of me.

"Daddy, OOOOOHHHH, I wanted to ASK YOU OH DADDY if you wanted TO MARRY ME!!! AAAAHHHH, DADDY PLEASE MARRY ME!!!!! DDDAAAAAAAAAAA DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD YYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!"

Boo took a while to again catch her breath, while I kept nibbling her breasts.

"Boo, of course I'll marry you. You are a beautiful grown woman. I love you."

"And I love you, too, Daddy." We stayed in each other's arms for hours, kissing and fucking and moaning and grunting. 

Yes, my beautiful Boo is a grown woman, alright.



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Brotherly Love



Karen:

I've heard lots of women talk about their horny husbands and that many of these wives are not as interested in sex nearly as much as their mates. It's pretty rare when I've had a woman friend tell me that she wants more sex than what hubby is giving her. But, that's me. That's me to a tee.

I love sex. Oh, I have some vibrators and dildos and, sure, my fingers. 

Yes, I'm horny. I just never, ever forget my pussy, it's constantly on my mind, especially about what's in it or not in it, or was in it or will soon be in it.

With women like me, I'm just not sure that one man can ever quite keep us happy and satisfied. Now, Adam, my husband of sixteen years, well, he does pretty well. He's still a very sexed-up guy, though, my libido seems to be growing, I'm forty-one, and his seems to be, mmm, maybe going down a bit. I'm masturbating rather more than I used to and there have been some times when I've made a move on Adam and it fell in the dead space between us somehow.

I still look pretty good. Actually, my boobs are just about as firm as they were when I was sixteen. They're D-cup and I've also got a pretty nice ass on me, if I do say so myself. Adam says so, as well. I've not gained much in the years we've been married, I still get plenty of looks when I slip on a bikini and I have a yellow one that I sometimes have to adjust while I'm wearing it because it keeps digging into my labia and ends up hiding nothing, nothing at all.

Adam and I do like to have fun with our sex life and have done it in some public places at times. I also have done a bit of flashing when we've been out, I love the feel of being pantiless anyway. And before we were married, I would wake Adam up after we had had sex earlier and give him a blowjob mostly because I loved the taste of our sexual juices from both of us that lingered on his cock. I'd try to get myself off as well, with my fingers, so we can both sleep soundly after.

Adam:

I've toyed with the thought of getting another man for Karen, someone else for her to fuck, it really makes my cock hard to just think about it. I've never directly mentioned it though I've hinted around the edges.

Then, one night, we had been out having a fun time with a good amount to drink and were coming home in a cab, necking in the back seat when I pulled one of her boobs out of her crossover top, she was braless that night, to squeeze and pinch her nipples which she loves. It makes her so wet and horny.

I moved my hand down between her legs which she eagerly opened and ran my hand up under her skirt and began rubbing her wet pussy. Did I mention that she was also without panties that night? Ah, yes, she was.

As my finger went up inside, she let out a moan and I saw the cabbie adjust his rearview mirror to get an eyeful of Karen's very pretty boob.

It was just a long enough cab ride for me to get her to cum before we got home. Karen is a bit of an orgasmic screamer so it was all she could do to hold herself back as I got her off with two fingers in her pussy and my thumb on her clit.

I quickly paid the cabbie and as soon as we were in our bedroom, I got my pants and boxers off, put her on the bed, pushed her skirt up and got my cock shoved right up into her wet, wet pussy and fucked her hard. As I was pumping her, I reached over into the drawer of the bedside table and got out one of her vibrators, turned it on and put it in her mouth to suck.

I just leaned back thrusting my hard cock out in front of me as Karen began moving her hips in a circle around and around my cock. She loves to do this, she knows that it feels really good for us both and always results in a great cum for each.

"You really look hot sucking a cock while I'm fucking you, you know that? Would you like that sometime, for real?"

"Mmm," was all she said, she just kept sucking it and sucking it as she swirled around my cock.

"Would you really like to suck a cock and get fucked at the same time?" I asked again, making it even clearer this time.

"Mmm, maybe," she groaned as she sucked away. Well, well, I thought.

"And who would you like to do it to?"

She quits sucking, thankfully she keeps fucking me, and says, "Your brother, I think."

My brother. Hmm. Eric is my twin, we are identical though they thought we weren't soon after our birth. As a result, Eric and I used to have some fun in high school and college fucking each other's girlfriends making sure they were a bit pre-lubricated with some alcohol and we usually pulled it off.

Karen:

The next day, Adam asked me again, he wanted to know. This was all his idea. I was perfectly happy having sex with just my husband, after all, that was the idea when we got married.

But, he's gotten this idea lately that having another guy in with us would be really hot. Well, I am human and, truthfully, it does dampen my panties to think about sex with two men. Really, who wouldn't be a bit turned-on by the idea? Come on now.

There's two reasons that Eric popped into my mind. One, he's just as handsome as my husband, second, well, we've both flirted with each other at times and there have been times when Adam and I are making love that I have imagined it was his brother instead. Well, it was an innocent thought but now it was growing into a possibility.

Hmm, just how did I feel about sex with his twin brother?

Eric was divorced, just about two years now. His wife decided that her boss had lots of money and could keep her in luxury. He did, after all, own the company. It seems that he owns her now, as well. And, I always did want to see the two of them naked just to see for myself if they were truly identical in every way I could determine. Even the taste of their cocks. I know, that's pretty slutty, but, well, I guess I am a bit of a slut down deep inside. I think many of us women are. Our sleepovers as teen girls sure got raunchy.

So, he asked me, "Why Eric, why my brother?"

"Well, here's why, and it might sound weird to you but it would be like having two of you fucking me. I know, crazy but that's what popped in my head when you asked."

"Hmm, Eric. He is unattached at the moment. Oh, this is great. He's not going to believe this. Are you really serious, Eric, my brother, my twin, us both fucking you?"

Well, am I? If I did go along with his idea and let some other guy fuck me in front of him, well, it would be someone from his work or mine. Uggh, well, that's out. Maybe a neighbor. Hmm, the house on one side was a couple in their seventies and other other side was two gay guys that I can't imagine would be interested.

We do have some friends but what if they turned us down, thought we were crazy? Well, I suppose his brother could too. Although, the way we've flirted, no, no, I can't see him turning this down.

"Um, yeah, I guess I am, hon. I can't see anyone from your work or mine, friends, no, not really. Eric probably would do it, I think, if we went ahead with it."

"Eric? I guess he would. I think he'd love to get you between the sheets. Oh, yeah. And he and I share cock DNA, he'd go for you just like I have."

I couldn't help but laugh but he came back with, "Well, want me to set things up? Both of us? Eric and me?"

The tingle in my panties made me say, 'yes' and after talking about how we do this, Adam called Eric and invited him over for the next Saturday for a barbecue.

I was stretched out on the sofa as he called and talked with his brother. It had me so horny, I pulled off the shorts I was wearing along with my panties and started fingering myself as he talked with his brother.

As soon as he was off the phone, he had his pants and briefs off pushing his cock into my face so I sucked him for a few minutes, then he pushed his cock up into me as a preview of our upcoming threesome on Saturday.

Adam:

Well, at times, I never thought it would ever happen but on Saturday, my twin brother was coming over and what he didn't know at this point was that he was going to be fucking my wife. We were having him over for a cook-out and a cock-in except that he was unaware of the latter.

I hung up from talking with Eric as I was watching Karen masturbate on the sofa, her legs bowed apart, her wet fingers sliding in and out, I just had to pull out my cock as I was talking to him and walk over to Karen and push it right up into her face.

She smiled and opened her mouth as I arched forward putting it inside as she closed around it. I tried not to moan and was able to finish the conversation fairly coherently. Then, I pulled out my wet cock, knelt on the sofa between Karen's legs and shoved right up into her and fucked her until we both fell together huffing and panting.

"Wow, hon, you haven't fucked me like that in a while. Are you pumped up about your brother doing me?" she asked with a cute grin.

"Maybe I am, yeah, maybe I am," I said as I wondered just how much I was getting into this. I really wanted to see my brother fucking my wife.

Our sex the rest of the week was hot and frequent. I think we were both highly-aroused by what the upcoming weekend held. I couldn't wait to find out if Eric's fucking was any different from my own.

Karen was seeming to be pretty excited herself, she kept asking me what I thought she should wear. I suggested she wear one of her other cross-over tops and she suggested a short, denim wraparound skirt.

Then Saturday afternoon, as I was preparing the grill for cooking later, she came out to show me the outfit. The blouse was open fairly deeply and showed a lot of her cleavage. It should have, there was no bra underneath.

"Braless, huh? I know it gets me hard and Eric has the same DNA."

"What's this do to your DNA?" she asked as she turns and flips up the back of her skirt. Bare, totally bare.

"You're not giving my brother a chance, not a chance at all."

"Nope. I can't wait to compare cocks. Especially the taste," and she turns and goes back inside, once more flipping her skirt up previewing me with her lovely butt. I was hard as a rock.

Eric arrived and brought two bottles of red wine, one French, one Italian, he knows Karen loves red wine. I opened the French bottle and got the fire going.

Back inside, my brother was in the kitchen with Karen who was soon draining her glass. We all had refills and were chatting about this or that when Karen asked him, "Seeing any women these days?"

"Oh, I was seeing one but, she's just too immature. Sex was great, just couldn't take the immaturity."

Karen:

That's when I said, "Well, you need someone like me, Eric?"

"Oh, don't I wish."

"Oh, do you?"

"Well, you know what I mean."

"Sounds like maybe you've been coveting your brother's wife. Naughty man."

"Come on, Karen, what man wouldn't?"

"I don't care about 'any man,' I guess I'm wondering about my husband's brother, specifically you, Eric?"

"Of course, I think you're a hot woman, Karen, specially the way you look tonight."

"What if I told you that I picked this outfit just for you, Eric?"

"I guess I'd be, um, pretty pleased that, well, I don't want Adam to get upset, just that I find it flattering."

"Well, be flattered, then, I picked it out just for you," and I pulled the sides of my blouse open a bit further and smiled at him as I went back to making the salad.

The two men ended up out on the patio and soon, we were sitting down to hamburgers, corn-on-the-cob and a nice, fresh garden salad.

Eric's eyes did keep returning to the expanse of breast I was displaying, the blouse almost showing the edges of my nipples. I made sure that whenever he wanted anything, I leaned over for him and gave him a mostly unobstructed view.

After dinner, we refilled our wine glasses, we were into a bottle of our own now, and went into the great room. I sat across from Eric, remember, I'm pantiless, and I knew he was turned-on, how could he not be.

"I think your brother has been ogling your wife, Adam. Maybe you should speak to him about that."

Eric looked funny when I said that, but I'm sure he was relieved when Adam added, "Well, I remember when we used to screw each other's girlfriends in high school and college. That was fun, right, Eric?"

"Yeah, they never really knew. God, would they have been pissed if they'd ever known."

"Maybe not, Eric, I happen to think it might be fun," I threw out.

There it was. If he couldn't figure that out, well.... 

"I don't know if Eric is quite as experimental as he was in high school, it sounds like my wife would like to compare us, especially certain parts of us. Let's have some more wine, Eric," and he poured each of us full again.

"Now, Eric, you can't say you haven't been checking me out all evening. I'm a grown woman, I know when I'm being looked at. Here, have a better look, sweetie," and I pulled open my blouse and his eyes could have devoured me.

"You really are beautiful, Karen, you truly are."

Chapter 2

Adam:

"Well, you had all my girlfriends growing up, I had all of yours, I think we should continue the tradition, if you want, Eric."

"You really mean this? Me and Karen? And you knowing about it?"

"Actually, with me watching and having her, too. Karen's okay with it, right, hon?"

She nodded as my brother sat there, seemingly confused for a minute, then, "Well, if Karen wants it and you're okay with it, god knows I'm horny and can use a good roll in the hay," and we all laughed.

"Oh, Karen's much, much better than a roll in the hay, Eric. That, you're gonna find out. Shall we go upstairs?"

I made sure Karen went up first, then my brother. About halfway up the stairs, I nudged him and asked, "Like the view from back here," and he briefly turned from the lovely view ahead of him and rolled his eyes at me.

As soon as we were in our bedroom, Karen was naked and taking the clothes off my brother. I decided that I was not going to be the only one clothed, so I started stripping, too.

Soon, we were all naked and Karen and Eric were in each other's arms kissing as their hands roamed one another. Then she stood back and said, "Okay, this I've wanted to see for a long time. You two stand next to each other."

Eric and I both stood together, both the same height, our hair kept slightly different from the other, even our cocks looked exactly the same and both hard, very hard.

"Wow, incredible," Karen said as she took hold of our cocks. "They look and feel exactly the same."

She looked at us, smiled and knelt down and took Eric's cock in her hand and began licking it up and down the shaft, then into her mouth sucking it. Eric looked pleased and in a minute or two, my wife turned her attention to my cock with first licking it then sucking on it.

She stood up, looked at Eric, then at me, and said, "They even taste the same. I think I got some pre-cum out of both of you and I couldn't tell any difference." Now you can show me if you eat pussy the same way, and she led Eric by his cock to our bed and lay down with her legs apart and knees up.

My brother needed no urging, he was right in there between her legs lapping up and down as Karen softly moaned her approval.

Karen:

I can just never get enough of having my pussy licked and tongued. It is so wickedly wonderful, it just makes me feel so, so sexy. I wouldn't ever give up my pussy, even if you made me into a guy with two cocks. No, pussies are wonderful and can just keep going and going and going.

The first touch of Eric's tongue, knowing that I was being sexed by someone other than my husband, even more taboo than a lover from my office, say, oh, it just sent me up like a rocket.

"Oh, mmm, ooooh, Eric, nice, oh, yes, yes, oooh, right there, oh, perfect, mmm."

Adam was standing next to the bed, slowly stroking himself, watching his twin brother give me oral sex. And he was every bit as good as Adam who was wonderful between my legs.

When I first met Adam, we didn't go to bed right away, it was about two months and the first time we did, he started with giving me oral sex. I had it done to me by two other guys but when Adam did it, he gently pulled my labia open and got into my vaginal entrance and I just went crazy. The other guys had just licked my labia which was nice, really, nice, it would get me off, but getting me open and tonguing into my vagina, oh, that was a whole, new erotic new world for me.

While Eric's oral lovemaking wasn't exactly the same, they were similar. In the dark, I probably couldn't tell one from the other, they were both wonderful and Eric was getting me really up there quickly.

"Mmm, oh, Eric, your tongue, oooh, it's wonderful."

He kept after my pussy, just like Adam does, no, not exactly the same way, different enough, and the whole atmosphere of sex in the room had turned me on to an unprecedented degree. I was more sexed-up even than my first time.

"OH, Eric, mmm, OOH, OOH, oh, mm, mm, oh, wonderful, you make me feel so good, my pussy's so good, mmm," and I reached down and pulled him up over me, his hard cock now pushing between my legs, as I kissed his face over and over.

"Mmm, thank you, Eric, that was so good. Mmm, lay down, I want to fuck you good for that," and he got fully up on the bed, laid on his back as I swung over him, reaching under to guide his cock into me as I lowered down.

"Why don't you stand up on the bed over Eric and I'll suck you off, hon," I asked Adam and he wobbled up on the bed, his legs straddling his brother as he held on to me for support. I took his cock and led it into my mouth and began sucking the tip, which I know he loves.

So, I was going up and down on Eric's hard cock while I sucked Adam's virtually identical cock as he stood in front of me. Was I turned-on. My pussy just tingled and throbbed like never before. I had already decided that I wanted to do this again. This was more than a one time thing as far as I was concerned. I planned on getting fucked many times by these two guys who really do look exactly the same. Oh, this was hot.

I was so super-aroused that I cummed in record time and it wasn't long after when I jammed down onto Eric as he let out a loud groan and I felt the surge of warmth deep inside me.

"Mmm, wow, Karen, you have the best pussy. So tight. Thank you for that. Here's hubby," and I pulled up off Eric and Adam wobbled down the bed and got down on his back.

"Do me doggie, hon, so I can suck Eric," and I knelt on my hands and knees as Adam's cock slid right into me and he began fucking me. Eric was up in front of me, his cock right up to my mouth when I asked him to go ahead and sit down on the bed so I could just suck straight up and down on him.

I already had Eric's cum and my juices running out of me as my husband fucked into his brother's cum all inside my pussy.

"Boy, Eric sure left you full of cum, hon. I think he's not getting enough pussy these days."

Adam:

I've gotta say, my twin sure fucked my wife good, they really went at it. Makes me think there's been some underlying sexual tension between these two for a while. Well, I'm not the jealous type so if Karen wants both our cocks, that's fine with me. I'm sure enjoying fucking her right now.

I wish I could see better how she's sucking Eric's cock but I'm still happy back here sliding in and out of her wonderfully slick, tight pussy. Every push in I make, there's more juice dripping out of her. I figure that Eric and I can fuck her almost non-stop all night. Maybe for once, my wife will get enough cock.

I can tell she's clenching her pussy muscles the way I like her to, it just makes her feel so tight and it gets me off really in a really big way. And, indeed, it soon did. I jammed into her as my cock throbbed her full of my cum. As I stroked back and forth, she was gushing cum out of her. I was ready to change places with my brother so he could give her even more.




Brotherly Love



I pulled out and knelt there watching cum drool down between her legs. I got up and helped Eric up and got down in his place as he went behind her.

"Wow, I just pushed in your pussy, Karen, and you overflowed with cum. How about some more?" and he began fucking her again. She was softly sucking me, I suspected that her jaw was getting tired so I whispered that it was okay to just slow down and enjoy getting fucked, that all she needed to do for me is just get me hard after Eric cums in her again.

Well, Eric and I fucked her all night long. We never went to sleep and we were still fucking her when the sun rose the next morning. She was in a pool of cum and juices. During the night we changed positions several times so she wouldn't get stiff or sore but we just kept her pussy full the whole time.

How many orgasms for the three of us? We really don't know, dozens maybe. Sure seemed that way. For Eric and I, by the time morning came, we weren't getting as hard as when the evening started but we were still hard enough to penetrate Karen, though that was sure easy after a while. I think a horse could have just slid right up into her by morning.

Eric was fucking her as the sun came up. And after that, we just all collapsed in a sex-sated heap and slept until almost eleven.

Karen:

Nonstop. That's what I was fucked. And that's what I sucked. I have never had that much cock in all my life. Not even a whole weeks worth added together. And if you're wondering, no, I really couldn't tell them apart. Not their cocks, even the taste of their cum, the way they fucked me, licked me, the way they cummed, nothing.

Was I sore? Yes. Did I care? No. Did I want more? Yes. Did I get it? Yes.

Eric now comes about once a month to visit and my two 'clones' fuck me endlessly, just over and over and over.

You can ask me if it's enough. I'd have to be honest and tell you that I would love it if Eric stayed with us every weekend. I will tell you that Adam is more charged up these days now that he's sharing me with his brother. And so am I. 



Brotherly Love



This is the first part of four stories. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I have writing it! All characters are above 18. This story has incest, and is long, so be warned... 

***

My name is Daniel, and this is the story of my sister, Katrina and I. She was the first person I saw when I came home after three years. My car had stalled halfway, 400 miles away. Somehow the battery died while I was driving. So coming home later than I was expected, I didn't expect to find anyone home.

I had finished my studies and was coming back home. My parents had a nice house in a good suburb, three bedroom house with a beautiful garden my mother adored. Stacey, my older sister was still at college finishing her degree and Katy, is in her final year at school. Katy took my room when I had moved out, so it felt weird to me to be going back home to nothing.

I turn into the driveway and trying the door but finding it locked, I see my old window open, so I moved aside the curtain trying to call out to whomever was at home. I push away the netting and look inside. What I saw that day is etched in my memory forever.

Naked as the day she was born she stands facing me drying her hair. Unable to see or hear me because of the hair in front of her face and the noise of the hairdryer blasting away, she is oblivious to my trespassing. 

Standing up with her legs apart, she has a knee resting on her bed. She is beautiful, almost divine in her nakedness. Her sex is clean shaven she had no telltale bumps anywhere, with beautiful molded lips that glistened invitingly. She has those dreamy thighs that were shapely yet molded away from her so that her pussy showed every contour. She has the slightest trace of fat on her hips but all that did was to accentuate her shapely thighs. Even from this angle I can see the beginnings of her backside becoming the inviting mound of her cunt. She doesn't have big breasts but they are pert and exquisitely formed.

Her nipples are a deep shade of pinkish brown, and her tawny skin is unblemished and tautly muscular. Her body froze for a second her arm midway of brushing her shoulder length hair. I almost thought I'd been caught out, but then she turns to her side, giving me a fuller view of her body. I took my time admiring my goddess. Her pert breasts and the very sexy contours of her stomach have me mesmerized. When she switched off the hairdryer I quietly slipped away and knocked on the door. After two knocks she opens the door. She looks at me shocked at first silently studying my face. She opened the door in a slight of a silk gown that was gloriously transparent, and although it was well wrapped around her it just emphasized her femininity and I knew I had to have this beautiful creature, right then and there. 

I just stood there without reaching down for the expected kiss and hug, just too amazed at the sight of her. How she had grown in the last few years! Her baby face had been replaced by a finely chiseled portrait of a beautiful women.

She thankfully makes the next move and throws her arms round me in greeting and plasters me with a lingering kiss that burns my lips. Surely you shouldn't kiss your brother like that! Or was I imagining things? You just know when somebody kisses you that one second longer than they should that you should be translating the kiss into something more than just friendly.

Already semi hard from watching her change, I became fully erect. I try to move away from her in the hopes that she doesn't notice, but she moves in to give me another hug. I'm sure she must have felt my dick pressing up against her tummy, but she says nothing.

All I can stammer out is, 'your hair smells beautiful.' 

'Hi' she simply smiles winningly, 'welcome home'.

**

I think that everybody who reads or especially writes in the incest section some time or another experienced lust for their sibling. One theme I find consistently in these stories is that of siblings being separated for a time and when they meet again realize their feelings about each other. I read somewhere once that brothers and sisters have a deeply ingrained taboo about sexual ties with each other built into their psyche. I suppose when we separate from each other and find each other again we see each other as a sexual partner and not just a sibling. 

I think that the reasoning behind this ingrained taboo is that as brother and sister we naturally recognize each other as perfect mates, being brought up with the same ideals and nuances as well as being replicas of our parents as well. 

The last time I'd seen my sister was three years ago, before leaving to college. my impression of her then had been that of a spoilt brat that always got her way and that kept me very far away from her. There wasn't much difference in our ages she being fifteen and I seventeen at the time. Yet we were worlds apart. She was childish and in school. She was probably still playing with her Barbie dolls. And I suppose too, when it comes to it I come across as very aloof and unapproachable. So we never did speak much those first few visits I did make home, we both judged each other by the covers.

Three years later when i came to stay the little girl I'd met before had grown up very fast. She was in her final year at school and at eighteen a late bloomer.

Physically she had filled out nicely. Small but pert breasts, better rounded around her hips and butt, and shapely legs I'd not noticed before. But emotionally she was almost a different person. Still with that naughty streak but look carefully behind her smiling eyes and you'd see a flicker of insanity or crafty playfulness. I just wasn't sure which to decide on yet.

The best part of everything was that I got to sleep in the same room as her! My aunt Lydia, a royal pain in the butt had moved in while I had been gone, and now shared a room with my older sister Stacey, who being more tolerant than anyone else in the house was forced to accommodate her. My aunt having the fortune to be born before my father was under the impression that this house belonged to her. 

Katy was still using my old bunk bed, so I got the bottom bunk while she got the top. It wasn't strange in anyway sharing a room with my sister, but it was very hard not to notice her. 

Her bunk was at eye level and being summer, she usually slept in a little nightie and a pair of panties. She never bothered covering herself with a sheet or anything, so it was many a night that I woke up with an eyeful of panty clad pussy in my face.

Maybe it's just me but there is something so sinfully delicious in seeing a women sleeping half naked not aware of your hungry eyes.

I couldn't help feeling very attracted to her. As the days went on I think she must have noticed my watching her. Because even though she dressed quite liberally at the time she was more daring when our parents weren't around. She'd come home in her school uniform, a navy blue skirt and white shirt. At first, she would change into something else, but a week or so later she stayed in the shirt and took off the skirt. With the shirt just about never covering her panties she certainly gave me an eyeful every day.

The first day that happened was when I had come home tired from job hunting. I wasn't having any luck, not for lack of trying, but because of the recession. I go into the kitchen to make myself a sandwich. She's doing the dishes, still in her uniform.

'There's a bit of spaghetti bolognaise in the pot if you want some' she says. 

'Thanks.' I reply, hungrily grabbing a plate.

'Just look at how wet my clothes are getting!' she exclaims. 'Dad really needs to sort the pressure on this tap!'

She turns around showing me the front of her shirt which is only slightly wet, and her skirt which is soaked at the front.

To my surprise, right there in front of me she drops down her skirt and exposes a sweet little pair of white panties with a pink bear at the front that clings to her pussy. They fit just under and around her gorgeous little tummy and taper up as a thong between her shapely cheeks. 

Then she undoes all the buttons of the front of her shirt, shocking me into not chewing for a full twenty seconds. She's obviously not wearing a bra with the expanse of skin I can now see. She takes up the shirt slowly apart exposing even more skin and then ties the two ends up in a tight knot under her breasts so that it doesn't touch the sink. 

'Much better don't you think' she says and winks at me.

'Wow, sis! What'll mom say?' I ask, still shocked

'It's just you and me home,' she shrugs. 'Besides,' she adds, 'I'm always in my panty and shirt at home. Get used to it big bro!'

Yeah, but not with your shirt up like that, I half-heartedly complain

'Do you hate my body?' She asks with a slight quiver to her voice.

'No, no,' I reply hastily, 'I think you are very beautiful. Just... aw never mind. I love you, sis'

Her entire face brightens at that. She leaps at me, kissing me on the cheek.

'I love you too, my silly bro!' and with that, went back to the sink.

I mull over my spaghetti a long time unable to take my eyes off her tight pear shaped bottoms. When she's done with the dishes she comes over to me to chat a bit. She undoes her shirt again in front of me, while talking, saying she hates getting it wet as well, which is why she ties I up. I get a good view of the underside of both beautiful breasts as she just hooks up only the one button in line with her breasts, leaving her midriff still exposed, but her cleavage unhindered and free. 'I'm so tired today' she says sitting on the edge of the high kitchen stool. The stool is too high for her, and as she swings her legs more and more apart, she keeps riding her thong up into her lips, giving me a good idea of what her cunt would look like without those panties on.

'Whys that' I reply, barely gulping down the last of my spaghetti.

'I did so many things today but the worst was the cheerleader routine we had to practice for' she says

'I don't believe it, you a cheerleader!' I exclaim 'You are such a bookworm I would never think of you in one of those outfits.'

'Of course I am' she says smiling with a twinkle in her eye, 'what's so hard to believe?'

'Look I'll show you a move. Watch.' 

She stands on the floor legs apart, not bothering to adjust the thong which was by now taut between her lips outlining her sex perfectly; and hands on her hips, under her shirt starting to sing her school cheer. 

I can't hear a single word of it because I am too enthralled by this hot young woman in tiny panties and a bra less shirt dancing for me. I enjoy the way her muscles move fluidly with her movements. Her tear drop breasts were created just to test gravity! I wonder if the suggestive thrusts she makes with her hips are a part of her routine. Her body is lithe and supple and she easily contorts herself into the silly but sexy little twists someone imagined. She stops her cheerleader routine suddenly and stares at me.

'Well she asks. What do you think?'

Quick on my feet I reply 'wasn't that tune from that movie bring it.'

'Yes' she smiles excitedly 'I choreographed it myself.'

'Well it's very good' I reply, as I pointedly stare at her well-developed quads that sensually define her thighs. 'You're very sexy when you dance you know that?' I say appreciatively.

'Thank you' she says blushing,' noticing where my eyes are, 'and you are a very sweet brother.'

She comes over to me and kisses me. I can't be certain but I could almost swear I feel the slightest bit of her tongue on my lips as she leaves my lips. I want more and reach out for her but she's already turning her back to me and leaves the kitchen.

We spend the rest of the day quite apart. I have an indoor soccer game tonight so I leave straight after getting into some fresh clothes. When I come back later that night, she's the only one up, still in the same school shirt that she'd been wearing before, but with a blanket around her waist when she answers the door. And like the last time, she's only got one of the center buttons buttoned up leaving me a splendid view of the top of her breasts. She smiles at me and this time I get a bubbly kiss on the lips that I try to prolong but she doesn't let me. She scoots across to a single seated couch and sits down neatly crossing her legs, adjusts the blanket over her, which is very small, and just manages to cover her legs, eyes ever glued to the tv.

I sit down across her. 'What's on the box?', I ask.

'Oh, nothing much,' she replies not even looking up.

I try in vain to chat to her but she either can't hear me is too engrossed in her program. I am irritated that I can't even watch tv with her around (as I'm interested in watching her much more than the tv). She makes no move to cover herself more, or even acknowledge my eyes burning across her body.

After a while she boldly says: 'If you're getting up won't you make me a Pb and j sandwich...'

While saying this, she throws her blanket over the headrest, and in one supple movement she flings both her legs across the armrest of the couch, her shirt riding up all the way past the curve of her ass, and the light emanating from the tv showing me full well that the panties she'd been wearing before had somehow disappeared, judging by the perfect shape of her uncovered bottom and upper hip.

What audacity! Even more outrageous is that the sandwich is ready in five minutes with me immobile in front of her, still eying her unmoved legs. She munches on while laughing at some dead beat sitcom that she's just switched to. I can't really be bothered because I find myself enraptured by her. The way she chews on her sandwich, her innocent laughs, the enticing way her breasts move under her shirt, the tantalizing way she rubs her naked thighs together.

Once the sitcom stops she becomes disinterested and falls asleep, snoring gently, barely audibly. Just then the doorbell rings, and I open up to find mum home! 

I am in panic mode now, because I know mum would never approve of the display on right now. I swivel around to look at Katy, only to find her covered with her blanket, fast asleep!

Mum takes one look at her and says to me, 'Would you mind carrying her to bed? She always does that. I think I should put a tv in her room.'

Not while I'm here I think to myself, mentally rubbing my paws together. While mum leaves I approach her, glad of the situation Katy has placed herself in. I try at first to gently shake her awake but she is somehow dead to the world. Well, she asked for it! I daringly pull off the blanket which she initially resists, but I am both stronger and hornier, so I win, and pick her up with a hand under her knees and the other under her arms.

Still eyes closed she stirs, then gives me a lazy smile through tiny slitted eyes and puts her arms around my shoulders. The movement forces my hand to move from her knees right up her silky smooth thighs, enjoying the sight of her shaven mound. I move my hand now from upper thigh into her bare bottoms. She is light and I am able to enjoy every moment of this as I caress her soft smooth naked cheeks while carrying her to her room. It feels so good to hold a woman to me after so long, bathing in the ambiance of her, the smell of her perfumed hair to the whiff of strawberry jam on her breath that I can almost taste. I'm amazed that she walks around as naked as this and get away with it! Then I remembered how she turned her body ever so slightly under the blanket when mum walked in. the crafty devil! She was probably still awake! But I didn't care. She is so intoxicating that I don't want to put her down. But we reach her room and as I lay her onto her bed, my hands work of their own accord and slip upwards as I drop her onto the bed exploring her hips and bare sex, drinking in every fold of smooth shaven skin - when her eyes open and she smiles sleepily at me. I am still bent over her, my fingers just centimeters from her bare pink pussy. I look up at her, staring into her hauntingly beautiful eyes. I whisper goodnight to her and when I do this her eyes half close, she smiles again and leans toward me to kiss me goodnight. 

I chastely kiss her on her cheek, uncertain how to respond to all her complicated advances. But she leans up and kisses me again with her mouth slightly ajar searching for my mouth letting me taste her lips and sensually soft tongue. She smiles and closes her eyes which begin to drooping again and she snores gently, so I cover her with a light sheet and let her sleep.

I leave early the next day, so don't see her all through daylight. When I arrive home again she is back on 'tease me till I die duty', and answers the door in a towel that barely covers her, the ends swishing between her thighs. She leans towards me to kiss me hello. Dad is sitting on a sofa facing away from us. He turns around, greets me and goes back to watching his tv program. I pretend at first as if I am going to hug her instead of kissing her but she doesn't want that so she dives into me trying to kiss me and I grab at her for support but manage to pull the towel slightly loose from her naked breasts. More interested in kissing me she's unaware of what I'm doing, making sure she flickers her tongue on my lips, I try to kiss her back. I'm about to exploring her tongue with mine when suddenly she realizes her breasts are bare, she lets go of our embrace and the towel becomes more undone. Shocked she covers quickly, running into the bathroom. 

I just go and sit next to dad in the lounge and mull about, I sit opposite him facing the passage hence having a full view of her room. Oblivious, Dad is still glued to the tv and with his back to the passage wouldn't have seen a herd of cows creep up behind him. She has just come out of the bath and steps into her room to change. She is in the same short towel, one hand behind her with the towel held at her lower back covering her midriff but exposing her back and shoulders. Thinking back she always holds her towel like that. Whereas a normal girl would just wrap it around herself she would hold it in this manner, so that when you look at her you'd think that the towel would fall at any second it being held so precariously. And it was so damn sexy the way it flirted with her thighs being higher in the front and lower in the back. As she walks past the passage between the bath and her room she sees me looking at her, and smiles. I smile back but I don't think she sees it because she pushes her door closed. But she doesn't do a very good job of it because it is still slightly ajar. Just enough for me to see half her body from my seat in the lounge.

I can see her now rubbing body lotion on her legs. She goes higher and higher up her knees revealing her thighs and hips until she decides the towel needs to come off to do the rest of her. She turns away, dropping the towel and I can see half of a cute pink g string with red hearts go up one leg and then be adjusted into position. How I wish that door was fully open! She's not wearing a bra (she never seems to) so I can see a hint of her breasts as she moves her hands fluidly up and down her legs. Sometimes I wonder if she is just teasing me or she is that unaware of her own body. Unlike other girls who catch you staring that fraction of a second too long she never adjusts her blouse or skirt, never moves her legs back together. She always just smiles at me, apparently innocent to the hungry lust in my eyes.

The worst day of my life happened when I had to pick her up from her sleep over.

That chilly morning I pick her up from said sleep over. And sleep was probably the last thing she did, because she and her friends were still in their night shirts. Crazy. As I patiently wait for her outside, she stands out in the porch saying goodbye to her friends. I notice that the rays of the early morning sun shine through their garments and very strikingly show off the silhouettes of their bodies. But none more so than my Katy. The thin cotton night shirt ends just over her little panties the outlines of which I can see easily. Her overnight bag is slung over both shoulders, it must be heavy too because it hangs low drawing her already thin shirt tightly across her naked breasts. She is not wearing a bra, which of course seems standard with anything she wears. Even parked where I am, watching her last friendly farewells I can easily make out the contours of her thinly veiled cleavage and the swollen traces of her pinkish brown areola on her nighty. Her nipples are peaked in the biting morning chill. I'm going to have a hard time keeping myself from staring at her, I think to myself. She finally climbs in, carelessly at first because as she slides onto the leather seat her night shirt quickly rides up past her thigh and stopping just past her panties. Uncomfortably she sticks her big heavy bag on top of her legs and puts her hands under her legs to the sides, very unsuccessfully covering herself up.




Brotherly Love



'Hey I say. Get comfy, it's a long ride back in the morning traffic,' and with that I heave her bag over to the back seat and leave her even less comfortable. 

'You got rocks in there' I ask her amazed 'that's a lot of stuff for one night.'

She just smiles uncomfortably and draws her knees together. I think she almost feels my eyes burn across her naked skin, and now crams her hands under her legs. It really is a long drive back and pretty soon we begin chatting. Gradually I make full eye contact and never once stare at her legs. She relaxes after a while and talks animatedly. Her hands come out from under her legs as she uses them to enforce her conversation.

'You know', she says. 'I really feel comfortable talking to you'. She smiles at me. 

'You aren't as shallow as most guys,' she adds. Funnily enough I had not been doing any of the talking. She was.

'I suppose being my brother you don't see me in a sexual light, which is why we have such a good relationship.' she said, testing me.

'I don't think that's true' I reply.

She looks hopeful when I say this, so I press on.

'It's pretty hard not to notice that you have a fucking sexy body. I think it's more that we just respect each other as people.'

'Yeah well, I think you're kind of fucking sexy too' she replies coyly, smiling up at me and rubbing her thighs together.

'It's kinda cool having a big bro like you.' She continues after a moment. 'I get to test flight some good old fashion light flirting on you too!'

'So is that's what's been going on between us?' I reply

'Hey, we're brother and sister, but I would screw you in a heart beat, bro. you're a hunk!'

'Well, you keep up what you call light flirting and I just might rape you' I teased back.

'Mmh. I would love that' she whispers.

'So, how do you go, my darling sister, to being shy about showing me your panties, to admit wanting to fuck me?'

'Who says I'm shy about my panties?' she retorts back. 'You've seen much more than that! Need a reminder?' 

And with that she slides a little down the seat, slips off her panties and stuffs them into my top pocket!

'Keep them for good luck,' she says, grinning evilly.

I just smile and keep driving not comprehending what luck I'm supposed to get...

As I drove into our street I knew something was wrong. There were two police cars and an ambulance parked outside our house. I looked at Katy and saw my own terror reflected in her eyes. I tell Katy to wait in the car.

A police officer stopped me as I rushed in. I explained to him who I was and demanded an explanation. Aunt Lydia who was standing behind him came forward and hysterically began explaining.

Some guys had hijacked Stacey and my parents, from our own driveway. Things weren't looking too good. They had found my fathers and mothers clothes and emptied wallets a few streets away in an empty parking lot.

'Have you found Stacey,' I asked the officer while I held Katy and she cried gently into my chest. Her entire body was shaking as if she was about to explode.

'No' he said shaking his head sadly. 'Not yet.'

Aunt Lydia just ran around hysterically like a crazed headless chicken. Now I knew what the ambulance was for.

And throughout that day, all I could think about was not my parents but rather the feeling of holding Katy close to me.

I was unable to even think properly about what to do next. I felt as if out of my body watching through another's eyes. I just walked up and down around the house. Katy was worse she just seemed to withdraw into herself with a glazed over look in her eyes. She sat in the lounge the entire day, covered in a blanket, removed from the world.

Katy and I went through the motions of life as if in haze, we just let our aunt and her cohorts do everything for us. 

Which when I look at it was a mistake in the end because my aunt Lydia, presuming my parents dead had decided to make herself the sole beneficiary of my parents estate and my legal guardian. The law applies to age twenty one, which was four months away but gave her plenty of time to do damage.

She constantly harried us leaving no doubt in our minds that our inheritance was, in her own twisted sense of justice hers. Although the house was in my father's name, it was my grandfather's house, so she claimed it as hers, being my father's older sister.

What she did not know however was exactly what my father did have. She knew that he had a holiday cottage. She also somehow knew about the life insurance policies he had taken. What she didn't know however was that twenty years ago my father had bought forty percent of the shares of the tool making company he worked at, and was essentially a silent partner that contributed greatly to the company's success.

I thought about it for a long time and decided not to say anything right away, rather to get rid of my leech of an aunt first. Not knowing what to do I confront her. 

At first she was defensive justifying herself taking care of us.

'My dear my only concern is for the two of you.' She says almost mockingly in a honey coated tone.

'We can take care of ourselves' I reply irritated.

She continues in her sickly sweet treacle voice totally ignoring me. 'You poor children have been through a lot and need firm hand in raising you.'

'We both know what you are up to. Let's stop pretending and talk business.'

She was suddenly alert. 'What do you mean business?' She asked suspiciously.

'Take the house' I said. 'You have no right to it anyway but take it. You can keep dads insurance money as well.'

'Why that's hardly a right thing to be saying.' She replies a look of fake shock rippling through her features. 

'Let's not waste anymore of either of our times okay' I snarl back. 'You don't like us you never did, nor do we like you. So take what I give you and let us live our lives in peace.'

Her face becomes amazingly passive. 'I can see you don't want your only living relative around, so do as you please. Who am I to tell you what to do. I suppose you will want the title deed for the holiday college now, hey?'

'Of course I do.'

She gives me a long hard look.' I never liked you. She spits out at me. But I will get what's mine.' And she storms off.

After my conversation with Lydia things changed. She became her usual huffy self. But she became much more eager to know what we were doing and when we were going. I told her that Katy and I had decided that we would be moving out to the holiday cottage at the coast real soon .Aunt Lydia consoled herself with being the only one caring to hold out for them to come back.

At first Katy was very distant even from me. Just when we had begun 'bonding' so well too. Our relationship took a complete 180. She seemed not interested in doing anything either. Just sitting at home and watching tv all day. But as time that great healer passed, she improved in her moods, dressing better and smiling more often. She began following me around like the tail I never had, and became very attuned to my emotions and frame of mind. Of course our greatest cause to rally together was aunt Lydia. I slept now in my parents room. But sometimes we both just slept in our parents bed. There wasn't anything sexual about it, I think we just needed the comfort of each other. 

The truth was we couldn't bear living there anymore. The crime levels were one thing, but the horrors of that day just kept permeating the house and we could not take it anymore. And Lydia wasn't the best of people to live with either.

I decided to stay a little while, just to move into storage some of my parents more sentimental material wealth. But we were on our way to freedom.

It may seem perverted to some people, but the moment my parents vanished, I wanted my sister more than anything in the world. To me she was so vulnerable, so trusting and so utterly dependent on me that it just made me lust and crave for her all the more. I wanted to touch and hold her every moment I got. To make deep passionate love to her. To make her totally mine.

Couple that with not being with a woman for the past six months I doubt you would blame me too much.

The day we left Lydia was a kind of celebration for us. The six hour drive to the coast was worth it. We went out for the first time in a long time for a good supper. When we got back we were quite tired so we went up to shower and change. Being free of Lydia was so uplifting that it put us in better moods than we had been for days.

I purposely don't unpack the car when we arrive, pretending to be too tired, and just wanting bed. I had big plans for the car and its load of all our clothes. I just carry out some groceries and my laptop to the cottage. the cottage is built almost atop the shoreline, its a remote little two and a half bedroom place we would be calling home for a while. My dad had bought it a long time ago, and we had spent many happy childhood days here, although we hadn't been there for the last five years, the place was cleaned and maintained every so often.

I usually slept naked, however in company I normally sleep in my boxers. She meets me in the main bedroom with a cup of hot chocolate. She's taken off her jeans, for bed, but kept her light creamy white cotton top on, that finishes just over the crotch of her panties, which I know are still on because when she flops down at the edge of our bed and leans slightly back I can see all of her matching little thong outlining her sweet lips. I knew this was a bit of a celebration on her part, as she had been wearing long slacks or pj's to bed since the accident.

She stands up and stretches her arms, yawning. Definitely off with the bra too, because I can see her nipples poking out.

'Boy am I tired' she says. 

She walks past me to the door. I can't keep my eyes off her beautiful ass. It would jiggle slightly, then firm up as her muscles tensed up. The thong was barely a string in between her cheeks, went over her hips and then comes down in front to join up in a small patch of cloth over her vulva. She turns suddenly, seeing me watching her backside but says nothing. 

'I know you sleep naked she teases me. You don't have to wear those around me,' Pointing to my boxers. 'Aunt Lydia isn't here anymore to nag you'

'I still sleep naked when I'm alone' I reply, 'but I don't walk around naked when I've got company.'

'I don't mind.' She says mischievously.

'I know you don't mind' I reply 'but I mind. My friend down there wouldn't stay down there very long if he were exposed and looking at you dressed like that.'

She had the decency to slowly turn crimson at that.

'You've seen me plenty times in a shirt and panties' she protests.

'Yes well when you start parading naked around me then so will I.'

'Maybe I will' she says cheekily. And with that she bounds out my room yelling goodnight behind her. 

'Where you going?' I yell back, confused.

'I'm sleeping in the other room,' she replied. 'I can't be scared to sleep alone forever y'know!'

The night wasn't quite over however. Just as I was finally falling off to sleep I heard her scream from her room. I quickly ran to her room to see what had happened.

She said she'd been dreaming about 'that day'. She was visibly upset and couldn't stop shaking. I made her a cup of hot tea which she mechanically took and just nursed in her hands. I tried to get her attention elsewhere so I asked her to drink it all up.. She did it in a haze her mind in another realm altogether. After a while of trying to no avail to change the topic to something lighter to get her mind off it, I get up, to get back to my slumber.

'I...I don't think I want to sleep alone tonight' she manages to mumble out.

'I understand' I say. 'Scoot over. Don't worry I won't sleep naked I'll stay in my boxers.' 

That at least got a giggle out of her. 

'You'd better' she smiles 'or you might wake up a few parts shy.'

As sexually attracted as I am towards her I can only feel pity for her right now and doubt I could ever take advantage of her in this state. 

'Okay' I agree.

She shifts over, I tuck her in then climb in next to her. 

Unfortunately the bed isn't as big as I remember it to be and when I get in I realize that it would be impossible for us not to touch while we slept. I uncomfortably lay my body as far away from her as possible sleeping at the very edge of the bed. 

'Don't be silly' she almost yells at me. 'You can't sleep like that all night long. Scoot on more inside the bed.' 

I move more in and she moves in as well but turns on her side away from me.

'Hold me' she says simply, over her shoulder looking at me.

I comply and spoon my body around her one hand on her stomach just holding her.

We stay that way for a long while and I finally hear her breathing deeply and regularly. I can't sleep being so aroused by the sheer presence of her. The way she smelt and the heat that emanated from her body was driving me insane. 

I'm committed to respecting her and don't really want to try anything tonight when she is upset. I do have an insane craving to touch and feel her body. I do for a while caress and fondle the contours of her almost there six pack, hip and upper thigh for a while when I realize she is asleep. Sometimes during the night I thought I had grabbed at her breasts cupping them and then felt her hand move mine away back down onto her hip. But she never wavered or stirred so I dismiss it.

I awake first in the morning our bodies not as mangled as I would have liked but still quite snug. She was fast asleep with her head on my chest and arms around me holding onto me tightly. She had her right thigh slung over my leg. I was in heaven. I was also very erect. I had one arm around her with my hand under her shirt resting on the bare skin of her hip just above her exposed panties. I was happy with the level of trust she now had in me. I still wanted her still had a burning urge to seduce her and make her mine. I was rapidly falling in love with her and couldn't admit it, even to myself.

She gently opens her eyes and looks at me. 'Good morning my naughty brother' she grins at me, her seductive lips inches from mine.

'Mm,' good morning I reply lazily. 'Why naughty?' I ask, already guessing at the answer.

'You were mauling my tits all night long' she says smirking up at me.'

'And don't deny it and say you were sleeping...'

'What!' I never did a thing, I ....'

But before I could deny anything however she had swung her leg completely over me straddling my morning hard on with her scantily clad crotch. With no indication that she even felt my semi erect cock growing rapidly against her, she began tickling me.

'This is payback!' she laughed. 'Let's see how you like getting your chest mauled.'

At first I was scared and embarrassed. I didn't want my sister to know I was hard. So I kept squeezing my legs together trying to work her off my erection, which pushed her up onto my stomach. But she knew that I was ticklish on my chest and neck and began really getting into it, moving back down onto my erection again. I think that the ticklish spots on peoples body are also their erogenous zones, because my semi erect penis now became a raging hard on. She really didn't seem to notice however which really amazed me because I could actually feel the heat emanating from her cunt onto my very sensitive dick.

Fuck it, I thought. 'You'll have to do better than that I say to her,' daring her to go further, and while saying this I thrust up my full erection against her.

She takes up the dare with a twinkle in her eye and leans down to nuzzle into my neck softly biting me where she knows I can't stick it.

Her bending down into me crushes her body into mine making me almost certain I feel her moist lips rubbing against my swollen shaft.

I am now beyond just horny. I place both my hands on her bare g string clad ass cheeks and press down on them, trying somehow to ease the tension within me.

She still laughs and bites me below my ears but her lower body like mine responds to my thrusting and also grinds against me almost in relief, once, twice, three tantalizing times, our inner beasts doing what we couldn't.

And there I made a fatal mistake. When I think back I should have just continued letting her slowly grind against me, to become hornier and lost in me. But as she moves her mouth from my ear and comes nearer my chin, I find her lips with mine kissing her deeply with all the yearning that had been building up in me all this time.

At first she responds to my kiss, her tongue longingly and lovingly exploring mine. But then she opens her lidded eyes, and looking into mine, freaks out.

'Dan! What are you doing?!' She says, looking at me shocked.

Finally she acknowledges my dick lodged up against her sex, and eases off me, slipping back to her side of the bed.

'We can't do that, it's not right.' She continues. 'I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea but you're my brother and...'

I don't know at this point what to say or to do. What do you say? When I write here now I can think of half a dozen replies I could have made to that, including justifiably blaming her for teasing me, but it was impossible to articulate.

But I just wake up to leave the room.

She stops me before I walk out.

'Wait' she says. 'Sit back down. I need to tell you something.'

'Don't be embarrassed. We are only human and we all have needs. God knows so do I.'

I ignore her and walk out the room, but she corners me down the passage.

'I know how much of your own life you are sacrificing right now just to take care of me. And I know too that just like every other man you have needs. But here is the thing right'

She stopped for a few seconds, crossing her arms in front of her, gathering her thoughts before she spoke.

'You promised you would take care of me, as a brother, so that means we can't do things like that.'

'I'm sorry that I kissed you.' I reply morosely.' It just felt right. It won't happen again.'

'It's not about that.' she says. 'It felt good to me too. It's not the first time we kissed that way, I'm sure you remember.' She smiles at me tenderly.

'I love you so much. But we would destroy ourselves if we have sex.'

'How do you figure that?' I asked her.

'Hello? You are my brother.'

'That never stopped you from teasing me or kissing me.' I grumble back.

'Our babies would be deformed.' She says exasperated.

'I can't be around you anymore and trust myself.' I mutter almost to myself.

'Well,' she says breathing deeply 'what if we break up or something, I have nothing and nobody to go to, besides, beginning a relationship as soon as mum and dad have gone is not very helpful to me emotionally. I need you now, but not in that way.'

'I would never leave you in the lurch like that' I say emphatically.

'So does this mean there is hope for us later on?' I add quietly.

'of course not' she says after looking at me thoughtfully. 'You're my brother. We can't do that.'

'But don't you feel it, Katy? every time we speak to each other, and it does not even have to be even remotely sexual, there is something between us, something that lies unsaid in our conversations'

'No!' she replied with blatant fear in her eyes.

But I had felt, and I knew she did too; that she had felt that overwhelming spark between us.



Brotherly Love



I have a story to tell about an unusual situation in my family. I hope it doesn't offend or upset anyone. It seems completely natural and acceptable to me, but you be the judge.

I have a Brother named Earl, and he is three years older than I am. My name is Kathleen, but when I was a little girl everyone called me Kitty.

Earl and I were very close when we were kids. Of course, he was into boy things, and I liked to play with my dollhouse. He had a lot of friends, and I had mine too, although not as many.

Earl was still living at home, even though he was twenty-one. He had taken some classes at the community college, and he was looking for a decent job so he could be on his own.

One of Earl's constant companions was a guy named Robert. They hung out almost every day. Robert was a small, delicate young man, and very effeminate, although I did not know what that meant when I was eighteen years old.

I did know he was different, he wasn't rough-and-tumble like all the other guys. I also noticed that he seemed strangely affectionate with Earl. He would stand very close to him, and sometimes touch him in a tender way. Again, at my age, I didn't know the ramifications of his behavior.

One day while I was reading in my room, I heard Earl and Robert talking in Earl's room. Our rooms were close together, with just a small hallway between them. The door to Earl's room was missing.

It was a mystery to me then, but I later learned that Earl was caught masturbating by our Mother several times. They removed his bedroom door as a kind of punishment, and to remove his privacy. They wanted him to know that he could be caught easily. It was to break him of what they thought was his bad habit of masturbating. They might as well have tried to break him of his habit of breathing.

I overheard Robert say, "I bet you can't get that big thing in me. It gets bigger every time I see it." I was very curious to know what he was talking about, so I quietly walked down the hall to Earl's door. I peeked around the open door frame, and saw Earl sitting in his chair, and Robert sitting on Earls' bed.

Earl had his penis out, and was stroking it. It was very long and stiff, and I had never seen it like that. I had seen him getting out of the shower and so on, but it was very different now. Earl was well developed, at twenty-one he was at the peak of a mans sexual abilities.

Robert said, "Please don't waste it. Give it to me." Earl answered "I thought you just said I couldn't get it in you." Robert said, "I know it didn't work last time, but I will make sure it does now."

The head of Earl's bed was against the far wall. Robert unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and underwear down to his ankles. He got on the bed face down, and Earl climbed on the bed behind him. They were both facing the other way, so I could move out more into the doorway for a better view.

Robert reached back and spread his butt open, and Earl moved closer and put his penis up against Robert's butt-hole. He started to push, and it went in little by little. I had very little knowledge about sex at that age, but I knew that this was a very dirty and very exciting thing to do.

Robert just held still with his eyes closed, and Earl began to slide his penis in and out of him. I was transfixed. Earl went faster and faster, and suddenly he grunted and stopped. Robert made a muffled noise and lifted his butt up against Earl. I was amazed that Earl could get his very long penis all the way up Robert's behind.

Robert said, "God, Earl, your prick is so big! You just squirted jism in me!" I had never even heard the word "prick" and of course now everyone says cock. My head was spinning, and I went back to my room, and hid out of view behind my door. I was careful to not make any noise, because I did not want them to know that I had observed them.

For the rest of that summer, whenever Mom was not home, they were in Earl's room. I watched them many times from his doorway. I would wait until I knew they were on the bed together. Now they would get completely naked, and Earl would hump away on Robert with wild abandon. I started to feel a strange tingling in my pussy when I watched them.

Before winter came, Robert moved to another city. Earl's strange sex life came to an end. I could hear him masturbating in his bed at night, and that excited me.

About a year passed, and now I was masturbating in my bed too. I could hear Earl doing it in his room, and it excited me. The images of Earl fucking Robert played in my head like a movie. I would tickle my pussy, which was now hot and wet, and I would have an orgasm at about the same time as I heard Earl have his.

Earl got a full time job at a manufacturing plant. He moved out to his own apartment, and my masturbation became a solo instead of the duet it had been. By then, my fantasy was getting richer with added details. I no longer viewed the two of them from the doorway, in my mind I moved closer to the bed, right behind them. My imagination was working overtime.

My knowledge of sex had increased quite a bit by then. I had given a guy a hand job in the park one night. I stroked his cock like I had seen Earl do it, and when he came, it squirted all over me. Thick, creamy cum pumped out of his cock. I had been comparing it to Earl's cock, and it was about half the size.

Now I knew what happened when a man finished. So I knew that when I had seen Earl suddenly stop, and Robert got very excited, that Earl was squirting his cum into him. I added this to the erotic movie that played in my head when I masturbated.

I was not too interested in guys my age. I had a few dates, but nothing happened. I was constantly dreaming and fantasizing about my big Brother.

When I was nineteen, I finally realized and admitted to myself that I had an overpowering urge to have sex with my Brother. I hope this doesn't disgust you, but I couldn't help myself. I couldn't get the images out of my head of him fucking the girlish Robert in his asshole.

By that time, my fantasy had become more detailed and graphic. I imagined that I was right behind them, very close. I could see Robert's pinkish brown asshole as he spread himself for Earl. I watched as Earl put the tip of his cock up against it, and pushed. 

My vivid imagination had Robert squirming and whimpering as Earl's big cock slid up his asshole. Robert's hands would go limp at his side, and Earl's cock would disappear into the crack of his butt as it slid in and out. Earl would grunt and groan and I would visualize the streams of cum shooting into Robert's stomach. Then I would explode with my own orgasm.

From the time I was nineteen to the present, I replaced Robert in the fantasy. I took his place in Earl's bedroom, and asked Earl to fuck me. I was the one lying still with my hands spreading my butt. I was the one who felt the tip of Earl's cock touch my asshole. 

I was the one who squirmed and whimpered as he pushed it up in me. My hands went limp at my side, and I felt him slide it in and out rhythmically. I imagined the feeling of his warm cum spurting into me. That would bring me to an orgasm.

I doubt that any other girl had a richer, more erotic fantasy life.

Now to the present day, and my dark and dirty secret. I am twenty, and of course Earl is twenty-three. I had made a commitment to myself to make my fantasy come true.

At twenty, my body was pretty mature. I had nice long legs, a slender firm butt, narrow waist, and small but pretty breasts. I was much prettier than Robert was.

To illustrate just how obsessed I became, I wanted to make sure I looked OK down there. Of course, I had never actually seen my own asshole.

I got into an awkward position on my bed, on my back with my legs up in the air. I used a hand mirror to inspect my asshole. There is no hair or dark discolored skin around it. It is just a nice little pink hole. 

I explored it a little with my middle finger, and it felt good. I carefully pushed my finger in, and I visualized Earl's cock going into me. I fucked myself with my finger, wishing it was his cock. It was fascinating to watch my finger slide in and out of my asshole. I actually had an orgasm without even touching my clit.

I desperately wanted to believe that Earl would be willing to penetrate and inseminate me anally. 

I have had sex with a couple of my boyfriends, but it was always in the backseat of a car parked in a dark place. Just a quick in and out of my vagina, and a wet feeling. I wanted a lot more than that.

Earl now has his job and his own small apartment, and I visit him there often. I can't stop thinking about sex with him. I imagine myself in Robert's place, with Earl's big cock up my ass. I keep telling myself that it is wrong, and unacceptable, but I can't help it.

One late evening, after more than a few beers, we were talking about our childhood days. I steered the conversation to his friend Robert. Earl said he had no contact with him for the last two years. He did have a wistful expression on his face as he thought about Robert. I said, "He was very special to you, wasn't he? You two were very close."

Earl replied "I am not sure what you mean." Come on, I said, you know what I mean. "I watched you make love to him many times. He was more like a girl than I am!"

He was devastated. He said, "I am not gay! I have never done that with anyone since then. Robert was very intelligent, and very persuasive. He talked me into it! He goaded, coerced, and challenged me to do it. I finally gave in!"

I said I knew that, and I knew he was not into gay sex any more. But I also said, "It was very hot. It made me excited to watch you. I know you enjoyed fucking him." 

I probably should not have said it that way; he got very red in the face.

I told him about my fantasies in great and vivid detail. I made him blush. But I held back on the final version, where I had replaced Robert, until the very last.

Earl said, "So you watched us from my bedroom door?" I replied yes, a dozen times or more.

"I watched as you shoved your cock up Robert's feminine butt. I watched as you slid it in and out, and then you would cum in him."

"When I was eighteen, I didn't understand what happened when you finished. I just knew you were done, and I had to get out of there before you caught me."

"When I was older, I understood how the cum shoots out of a cock, and I knew that you were pumping your cum up Robert's ass."

"I played and re-played the scene when I masturbated, and when I reached the part where you came, I did too."

"It became an uncontrollable obsession. When I turned nineteen, it changed. I didn't plan it or intend it, but suddenly Robert was out of the picture."

Earl looked puzzled. "What do you mean? What happened/"

"All of sudden, it was me lying on the bed under you. It was me you were fucking. It was like an out-of--body experience, because I was watching myself being fucked by you."

"I could kind of move around and fly and zoom like a camera. I could get up close behind us, or I could go directly overhead. I watched in my imagination from every angle as your cock went up my asshole."

He said "My God, Kitty. I am so sorry." He had a look of shame on his face.

I said, "Don't be sorry. When I played the movie in my head after that, I had orgasms so intense I was afraid I would wake the whole house up."

"It was weird, because the woman you were on top of was definitely me, but it was me that was watching, too. She was me, but a slightly different me."

"I started to think of the person I was watching as Roberta, since I had replaced Robert. That way, I thought you would enjoy fucking me as much as you enjoyed fucking Robert."

He angrily said "I have only fucked women since then, and there have been a lot of them!"

I said I knew that too, and then I shocked him. I said, "I would like to be one of them."

He was speechless for a minute. Then he said "Kitty, we can't do that. You are my Sister!" I thought it was interesting that he used my little girl nickname. 

"Kitty, I just don't think I can do it."

I answered "Don't call me Kitty. Call me Roberta." 

That did it. I saw the look of shame disappear, and it was replaced with lust. I said, "No one will ever know but you and me."

I think I was as persuasive as Robert had been. I could see his cock making a bulge in his pants.

He said "My God, I had no idea you felt that way about me."

"Do you really want me to do it?"

I said I sure do, right here and now. I went over to where he was sitting, and I unbuckled his belt. I unzipped his pants, and he helped me pull them off. Next came his underwear, and his cock was right in my face. I took it in my hand, and started to stroke it. As I felt it grow in my hand, I said, "Robert was right. It does get bigger all the time."

I took it in my mouth, and gave him a slow blowjob for a few minutes. I could only get about half of it in my mouth, so I made a ring with my thumb and index finger, and stroked the rest of it. I had an urge to make him cum in my mouth, but I wanted it up my ass even more.

I was red hot now, finally knowing I was going to get my wish. I took all of my clothes off right in front of him. Seeing that, he took the rest of his clothes off too, and he got up and led me towards his bedroom.

We got into bed, and as I stroked his stiff cock, he played with my very wet pussy. I reminded him that we couldn't do it that way, he would have to pretend that I was Roberta. He said, "I don't need that fantasy. I know who you are!" 

I remembered what I had heard Robert say to get what he wanted that first time, so many years ago. I held his cock gently, and I said, "I bet you can't get this big thing all the way up my ass!" The challenge worked, and he replied "I bet I can!"

He had some sexual lube in the drawer by his bed, and I asked him why. He said that with a cock the size of his, it was helpful even for vaginal sex. He applied a generous amount to my asshole, and pushed his finger in to make sure. 

He slid his big, long finger in and out of my asshole, and my temperature went up higher. I was quivering with anticipation, waiting for his cock to go in me. I didn't have to wait long.

He turned me over on my stomach, and he got on top of me with his legs outside of mine. I spread my butt like I had seen Robert do so many times, and I felt his cock touch my asshole. He pushed the head in, and I flinched and gasped. 

He was surprised, and he said "Haven't you ever done this?" 

I said no; I have been waiting for you. The only cock I want in me is yours.

Knowing that, he proceeded gently. He eased it into me, and I took deep breaths as it stretched and filled me. When I finally felt his balls touch my butt, I knew it was all the way in. I had an involuntary spasm or reflex, and my asshole clenched up on his cock several times. He said, "Please do that when I start coming. "

Everything I had imagined came true. The steady, rhythmic in and out. The feeling of complete surrender. The tight ring at the entrance of my ass had been stretched, but now it just relaxed and accepted his cock. I continued to make whimpering noises as the head of his cock reached my stomach.

Even my powerful imagination could not match the feeling of his long cock sliding up my asshole. I had not expected it to reach that far up in me.

He fucked me for as long as he could, and then he shot a huge load into me. I remembered to squeeze his cock as he came, and we were both in ecstasy.

I stayed the rest of the night with him, and we did it twice more. The next morning, over coffee, we agreed to see each other often. We also agreed to only have anal sex, because we had convinced ourselves that it was OK that way.

He gave me a key to his apartment, and I would go there as often as I could without raising suspicion from my Mother. Then I had a better idea. I told my Mother that it was time for me to move out. I was in college part time, and I did have a job in an office.

She said that I didn't make enough money to afford my own place. I agreed, and I told her that I was going to move in with Earl. He had an extra bedroom, and we had agreed to share the rent. 

Mother thought it was an excellent plan. She said, "You two get along so great. I don't know of any other Brother and Sister who are so close." If she knew how close we really were, she would drop dead of a heart attack.

So now we live together, and I am very happy. I think Earl is too. When one of us gets home before the other, we wait completely naked. One evening when I came in to find Earl sitting in his chair, with his stiff cock up in the air, I had a little fun. 

Without a word, I took off all of my clothes, and just sat down on his cock. When I was all the way on down his lap, with his long cock buried in my ass, I turned to him and said, "Honey, I'm home!"

One weekend we spent Friday night through Monday morning with no clothes on. We were completely naked for the whole weekend. I lost count of how many times Earl fucked me that weekend. I walked around the apartment with cum oozing out of my asshole, and trickling down my leg.

He was exhausted on Monday morning. He could hardly get out of bed. I am surprised that he didn't need a blood transfusion.

We do not use the lube any more. He has stretched my asshole out to just the right size, and he says he prefers a little resistance when he pushes in. It takes a little longer to get it all the way in, but it does feel good. 

When I realized that he liked it that way because it reminds him of the days with Robert, I had an idea. I asked him to always call me Roberta, not Kitty, when we were alone in the apartment.

I think I am developing a new persona as Roberta for when we are alone. I even got my hair cut short, and the stylist called it a "Boy Cut." My breasts are not large, but now I try to de-emphasize them even more. I have started to wear mens shirts and jeans around the apartment.

All of the men I know, including the men in the office, must think I am a lesbian. I clearly don't have any interest in them, and my boyish look is obvious. What is funny is that I am not a masculine looking woman who likes to have sex with other women. No one would ever guess that I have taken on the look and personality of an effeminate guy who loves to be fucked in the ass.

Earl must feel like he has his Robert back, only now he is an adult who has been transformed by surgery into a woman. That is, a transsexual person who has a simulated vagina but does not use it. I love to have my clit licked to give me an orgasm, but I have no desire to take Earl's cock up that hole.

I don't know if I would have turned out to be so anally erotic if I had not been introduced to sex the way I was. My sexual preferences were fused in my personality by watching my Brother fuck his boyfriend in the ass.

I am happy to have my Brother's cock in my ass several times a week, and I don't think he misses Robert any more.



Brotherly Love



My brother and I went to visit our grandmother in Oregon.  We flew into the Portland Airport and drove 2 hours to our grandmother's town.  We arrived at the hotel and my brother ran into the hotel to check us in while I waited in the car.  He came out and we drove straight over to visit our grandmother.  

After our visit we went back to the hotel, dropped the car off in the parking lot, and walked across the street to grab a bite to eat and have a few drinks.  Neither of us was feeling any pain but luckily we were close enough to the hotel that we could walk.  We grabbed our bags from the car and went up to the room.  By this time it was very late at night.  When we walked into the room there was only a king sized bed rather than the two double beds we reserved.  We were too drunk and too tired to go back to the desk and try and change it out.  

I went and took a shower first; I cleaned up and put on a silky pair of boxer that I sleep in, not thinking I would be sharing a bed when I packed them.  I crawled into bed while my brother, John, went and took his shower.  John is six years older than me, 5' 8" dark hair, green eyes, and trim fit.  I on the other hand am 5'6", brown hair brown eyes, a little thick around the edges.  We both are pretty hairy since we come from Italian decent.  

I heard the water turn off and was just starting to dose off, when the light from the bathroom lit up the room for a few seconds, waking me back up.  John shut the light off and then I felt him slip into the bed.  With such a large bed it was no problem keeping our distance from each other.  A few hours later I opened my eyes and read 3 am on the clock's display.  The room was hot and stuffy.  I kicked off the blankets and sheets.  I looked over towards John, from the illumination of the clock I was able to see that my brother was also out of the covers, laying on his back, and sound asleep.  I also could see that he was naked and had hard-on lying across his stomach.  

We were both married, but when you see your brother naked it is like looking at yourself in a way.  I could tell by John's breathing that he was in a sound sleep.  I slowly moved towards him a little bit and I could smell the clean smell of soap on his body.  I pretended to be asleep and moved right next to him, placing my hand on his stomach.  With the back of my hand touching the top of his cock, I gently caressed his furry stomach. 

When I slowly moved my hand around his lower stomach, I felt John's body twitch as his cock leaped up off of his stomach, and then came back down tapping the back of my hand.  His furry stomach felt so nice to touch.  I moved my hand around a bit running my fingers through his thick fur.  I could feel my breathing getting faster.  I was on my side facing him and he was on his back.  

Then he rolled towards me and his arm went around my body and pulled my face into his chest.  I had to quickly move my hand down and away from his stomach.  My hand ended up down between us.  Now his cock was resting on my arm and his balls were on the back of my hand.  He must have thought I was his wife pulling me closer to him like that.  
His cock was so hot against my arm.  I could feel the blood pulsing through the veins of his cock.  My face was against his chest and the hair felt so good against my cheek.  His nipple was hard and pressed to my lips. I wanted to open my mouth and suck it so bad, turn my hand around and rub those balls but I was starting to panic and get scared.  

My cock was hard and dripping.  My silky boxers were hiked up my leg, and my cock and balls were hanging out the pant leg.  Then I felt his hand move, he started to rub my back, I let out a moan against his nipple.  Then his hand went up my back to my head and I could feel him push the back of my head into his chest, smashing my lips against his nipple.  I heard him say in a sleepy whisper "Suck my tit baby, nurse on it."  

Was he asleep and thinking that I was his wife, or did he wake up and really want his brother to start sucking his tits?  I figured two can play that game.  If he is asleep and wakes up all pissed off at me I will just feign being asleep and thinking that it was my wife's tit I was sucking.

I opened my mouth and drew in the hard nub.  I could feel the hair all around his nipple.  My tongue took over and I circled the hard tit, felt the hair all around his nipple get wet and start to swirl around my tongue. 

He started to moan and breath faster as he said, "Oh ya baby that's it suck it hard, nibble on it."  

I took my teeth and grabbed onto the back of the nub and pulled on it a bit, at the same time taking my tongue and flicking the end.  My hand turned around and I was able to massage his balls.  John was moaning and telling me how good it felt, "That's it baby bite those titties, suck them hard.  Pull on my balls, stretch them hard." 

I couldn't believe my ears MY brother likes it rough just like me, we are definitely from the same family.  I grabbed his ball sack and stretched them down towards his knees and his cock pushed hard against my stomach.  I felt him dripping his precum onto my stomach.  I stopped pulling his balls and felt the wet precum.  

I took a big drop from the end of his cock and put it on his other nipple, getting it all wet, then I moved over and licked it clean.  "You like that baby? MMMM, suck my juice off my titties."  

I just moaned and gave him a "uh huh" but not letting go of his tit. 

I felt his hand move down my back towards my ass.  "That's it baby suck my titty like you're getting milk from your mother.  Suck it hard."  

I was feeling light headed, the room was hot, and we were getting really sweaty.  His hand found the crack of my ass.  My ass was sweaty and wet as he ran his fingers up my crack, stopping on my hole and making wet circles around it.  

I started whimpering like a bitch in heat.  "You have a nice tight, juicy pussy.  Do you want your big brother to fuck you?  Would you like your brother's cock in your tight ass pussy baby?" 

I begged my brother to fuck me, "God yes, fuck me please. I want to be your pussy boy." 

John rolled me on my back, pulled my boxers off, grabbed my balls, and pulled on them. "Oh god. Yes, pull those balls hard."  

Then he grabbed both my nipples and pinched them hard.  John was now sitting on my legs pinning me down.  Our cocks were being crushed together.  John then started pulling on my nipples, stretching them out farther than I thought possible.  My back arched up, but his weight kept me pinned down.  

John liked the control over his little brother, "You like that?  You like your titties pulled, twisted, and pinched just like me?  Ya, you like it rough don't you baby brother?"

"Yes, yes pull them harder, pinch them."  I was dripping floods of precum on my stomach. 

John bent over me and licked my precum from my stomach.  His hot tongue felt so good against my skin.  Then he lifted back up to a kneeling position and towered over me, his hard cock sticking up and away from his torso.  He lifted my legs up and over his shoulders.  Bracing his hands under my ass, he leaned down and I felt his tongue on my boy pussy.  

He pushed his tongue way in my pussy, getting it all wet.  He worked my hole for about five minutes, licking up and down my crack, darting his tongue in and out of my pussy.  I couldn't stand it much more.  "Oh yes eat my pussy brother, get me ready to fuck.  I want your cock in me, I want to feel your hot cum in me." 

He got back up onto his knees, and then I felt his cockhead at my pussy entrance.  "Are you ready for your big brother to put his cock in you?  Tell me to fuck you, tell me you want my cock in your pussy?  Tell me you're a pussy boy that needs to be fucked?" 

"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck my pussy.  I am a pussy boy that needs to be fucked by his big brother's cock.  Fuck me, please fuck me."  I was almost crying I wanted my brother to fuck me so bad.

I felt him push his cock in my ass.  I quickly started to push out to ease the pain.  I was so fucking horny I didn't care how much it hurt; I wanted to feel a cock inside of me.  Between the sweat and his pussy eating earlier, his cock slipped in with just a quick shot of pain that quickly turned to pleasure.  

He was balls deep.  He leaned over me putting his face next to mine, my legs wrapped around his waist, "Does that cock feel good buried in your pussy?  You like to be fucked don't you?  Ya, that's what my baby brother needs, some big brother cock."  

Then he kissed me and his tongue fucked my mouth as his cock started to go in and out of my pussy.  Was it the taboo lust or true brotherly love?  Our bodies melted together.  Our tongues searched each other's mouths as they danced the forbidden love.  John was slowly grinding his cock into my ass, putting pressure on my prostate.  What a feeling.

John sat upright again, grabbed my legs and started to fuck me with long strokes. "Oh god!  Yes. Fuck me harder.  Make me your pussy boy, fuck me harder."  

The room was hot and our bodies were slippery with sweat.  I could feel the sweat dripping from my brother's face down onto my chest.  John took a couple more long thrust before he buried his cock all the way in my pussy.  John lifted his head up, clinched his teeth, and then I felt his cock flex a couple of times as I felt a warmth in my ass pussy.  

Feeling my brother's cock throbbing in my ass sent me over the edge.  My cock wasn't all the way hard but I started having an earth shaking orgasm.  I tightened my legs around my brother's torso as my ass muscles milked the last of his cum from his cock.  My half limp cock began to pour cum out leaving a big puddle on my stomach.  I scooped some of my cum up and put it to my mouth.  John leaned in and stuck his tongue in my mouth as we shared my cum.  

John fucked me twice more before we had to leave to go back to our homes and wives.  We can't wait to go visiting again.



Brotherly Love



I walked to the door; I had a duffel bag in hand. I had planned this day for weeks. I rung the bell and waited. Shortly a woman in her thirties opened the door. I pushed her back into the house and closed the door and locked it. She was here alone, no husband, divorced and no kids, he hadn't wanted any. For a forty-two year old woman she was still hot. She was blonde, about five feet, two inches. Her body was fine; she had just gotten back from the gym. Her tits stood out in that small tank top she was wearing. The cut-off denim shorts didn't hide much, front or back.

I pushed a ball gag into her mouth and fastened it. The look of horror in her eyes said a lot.

"I am not going to hurt you; I am going to fuck you royally though." I said.

She started crying, she knew that I would do just that. I pulled her into the living room. The room was huge; in the center of the room was a sunken area with couches from stairwell to stairwell. The two stairwells were on each end of the sunken area, it was twenty-five feet by twenty-one feet. There were pillows everywhere on the couches. I pulled her down in the center of the sunken area. I tied her hands behind her back, I pushed her face down onto a couch, I bound her right calf to her right thigh with rope. I repeated with the other leg. I pulled her long blonde hair back into a ponytail. I tied several bows into her hair forming a large knot. I tied a rope under the knot in her hair and pulled the rope to her wrist. I pull her head back and her wrist up and tied them together.

I pulled a pair of scissors from the bag. I cut the shorts away to find a thong. I cut the top off to find a bare chest. Those medium sized tit were sticking straight out with hard nipples.

She was crying.

"You just got out of the shower? Right" I ask.

She nodded yes.

I pulled the thong out of her ass; I bent and kissed her butt cheeks. I fingered her asshole as I licked both cheeks. I licked her crack up and down, brushing the tight little ring of her ass. She was moaning now. I stuck my tongue in her asshole as far as I could get it. She lifted her ass up for more.

"You like this? You little bitch" I said.

She nodded her head, she tried to look back but she couldn't. I pushed one finger into her wet pussy. She was pouring juices onto the couch. I pulled my wet finger out and jammed it hard into her ass. She cried out something I couldn't understand around the gag. I shoved that finger in and out of her asshole. I pulled it free and stuck it and two more fingers into her cunt. Getting them good and wet, I plunged them into her asshole again. She screamed hard this time. I spread her asshole wide and my fingers pounded in and out of her rectum. She was mumbling something.

Her ass lifted in the air begging for more. I reached into the bag and pulled a tube of lubricant out. I applied some to her asshole and some to my cock. I moved over her ass, I guided my cock into her asshole, she screamed again. Slowly I fucked her butt, she squirmed under me. I lowered myself onto her body, soon she couldn't move, I out weighted her by ninety pounds. I humped her ass, in and out, deeper and harder. She was bucking against me. Her moans are mixed with gasps as I slam my hips into her butt cheeks. She screams as she came, she can't move other than push against me with her ass. I pull from her ass and flipped over. Her legs spread wide. I lower my head to her pussy and suck her clit. She cries out something again. I bite her clit light, what she says I can't say. I push three fingers into her twat. She raises her ass off the bed trying to get them deeper. I add a fourth finger, they slid even deeper, her hips buck against my hand. I pull back a bit and added my thumb. I push slowly, forcibly; she doesn't know what is coming. I try to make my hand smaller, but keep pushing. She has her head back and her eyes closed. Suddenly just as my hand pops into her cunt, she screams again. I close my fist, I start pumping my arm in and out of her cunt. Again she raises her lower body into the air welcoming the fucking it is getting. As I fist-fucked her I move to bite her nipples. I bit the large nipples on her breast, she groans. My fist is driving into her just as hard as I can make it. She cums, once, twice then she levels off. I shove my head between her legs, I bite her clit, she explodes on my fist, she doesn't scream this time. She has passed out.

I pull from her cunt and untie her. I remove the gag. I go sit in a chair along the wall of the room and wait.

A few minutes later, she stirs. She sits up quickly and looks around.

"Damn it, brother, you could have called and said you were coming into town." She said.

"And where would the fun of that be, I think you enjoyed this little game." I said.

"Fuck, your fist?" She asks.

"I read about it somewhere; I wanted to try it on you." I said.

"Well, you can use it anytime. What time is it? I was supposed meet to my ex-husband for lunch." She said.

"Well after two, I don't think you will make it. You better call him and tell him I kidnapped you without knowing about your plans." I said.

Two months later, I just got off work on a Friday, tomorrow will be my fifty birthday. I had just parked in my driveway. As I was walking toward the house a van screeches to a halt in the street. Two men with guns jump out the side door and drag me into the van. Now I am starting to freak, I work in R and D for a large electronics firm. We deal with some high tech stuff. I am blindfolded, gagged and they place earmuffs on my head. I am bound hand and foot. The ride is long, many turns. Not sure where I am any more, hell I might not even be in the city anymore. After a long ride, the van stops. A bag put over my head for effect; I am dragged from the van. It is not far to the building; inside I am taken and tied to a post. I hear movement in the room, then they are back. I am moved and hung by two chains from above. One wrist each to a chain, my ankles shackled to the floor, I am spread eagle. I hear them leave; I hear the van drive away.

I think I am alone, not much I can do about it. Softly, I hear footsteps. They removed the bag. "Welcome, my slave." She said.

"This is your training session. When I am done with you, you will do whatever I say." She said.

She was using a voice distorter, but I could understand every word. "I am going to cut your clothes off." She said.

She started with the right sleeve, she cut it with scissors clear to the collar, she moved to the left side and cut it to the collar, shirt and sport coat. She cut the shirt up the front and went around behind me and pulled them free. While she is behind me she cuts the belt, then the slacks down the seam to the crotch. She reappeared in front of me; she pulled the belt out, opened my pants and pulled them down. She cut the rest of the crotch then down each inseam, she pulled the pants away. She cut my underwear off. The men had removed my shoe and socks in the van. I hung there waiting.

"I have some toys for you. I am going to put them to use now." She said.

I felt her behind me; she pushed a cold object against my buttcheeks. She spread my asscheeks and pushed this thing into my ass. I assume it was a butt plug. It vibrated. Next she put something over my balls, she turned it on. It vibrated. Then she put three rings on my cock, each of them vibrated. She put nipple clamps on me. Now I was feeling the pleasure rising. I didn't hear or feel anything from her for a long time; the vibrating had me on the edge. I am holding off for some reason.

"Are you ready to obey me?" she asks.

Where the hell did she come from? I thought she had left the room.

"Obey what" I said.

"Obey my commands; you are to be my slave." She said.

"Fuck off" I said.

I felt the whip slap across my ass. "You fucking whore" I screamed.

"Quiet, you will not speak." She said.

"Again fuck off" I said.

The hit came across my crotch this time, she was trying something else.

"Bitch" I shouted.

The whip hit my ass, then across my cock. "Whore" I shouted.

"Be a good boy and obey me"

"You two bit slut" I shouted.

This time she beat my ass for some time, it stung like hell when she quit.

"You cock sucking cunt, when I get down from here I am going to fuck your ass so hard." I screamed.

"That's it threaten the bitch who owns you." She said.

"Whore, all you own is a grave." I said.

She laughed. Then I knew, my bitch sister, this was her payback for raping her. The whip started again, I hung there smiling. When she stopped I said nothing. I heard her leave the room when the door opened and closed.

Shortly, the door opened, they lowered me to the floor. They released my feet; flipped me over and reshackled me face down. There was a strap put across my waist. I heard the two men leave as the door closed. I heard the door open and close. No one said a word. I felt someone pull the plug from my ass. When that someone started greasing my asshole, I started fighting my bounds.

"Quiet, slave, this shouldn't hurt much since you had that butt plug in." She snickered.

I felt her straddle my ass, I felt the dildo press against my asshole. She pushed it in, I didn't make a sound. I wouldn't give her the pleasure. She rode me for a longtime, hard to tell time when you're blindfolded. I even humped back a little just to piss her off. When I did she pulled out screaming, "You little prick, you figured it out and now you are pissing me off, Big brother, oh fucking shit."

"Sis, if you ever let me loose, I am going to fuck you for days on end. I will keep you as my fuck slave for a bloody year. I love you but this was a bit much, fucking me in the ass, please." I said calmly.

"Shit, you're fucking serious, fuck brother. I will do anything but please don't enslave me. I am sorry; I thought you would get a kick out of this." She begged.

"Release me now and I will only keep you for the weekend. You will do as I say every minute you are mine." I said.

She released me. I rolled over and sat up. I grabbed her and pulled into my lap.

"You fucked my ass with a dildo." I laughed at her.

She smiled, "I had other things in mind but I didn't want to hurt you."

My cock was rock hard as I removed the rings, she sat there watching. Dressed in leather, her crotch and tits bare to the world. I pulled her around and slammed her down onto my cock, "My slut sister, I need to come." I said. She rode me hard; she obviously needed to come too.

I kept her for two weeks chained in my bedroom. All we have is each other. She hates other people and won't date, so she comes to me for sex. Shit, who am I to complain? A woman that loves to fuck and suck and is willing to risk my wrath for a prank, I think I will move her in with me if she will. She is not from around here and few people know me. We could live as man and woman. No one would know the difference here, nor would they care.



Brotherly Love



When Alex lost his job and couldn't pay his rent, Abby let him crash on her couch for a while. She thought he could be a dick at times, but he was her brother, and she felt sympathetic. That is, it was better than making him move back in with their mother. They were fraternal twins, so they had grown more tired of each other than even other siblings typically do. On the other hand, they were closer than most other siblings as well.

Abby came home early from work on a Friday afternoon. Her apartment was fairly small, being designed for only one person. She wasn't surprised, per se, to walk in on Alex jerking off. Her first thought was, "Well, people do masturbate, after all." He was on the couch, watching some really grainy porn on his laptop.

For a second, she considered just walking back out before he noticed her, but then Alex said, "Oh shit, Abby." She thought he'd realized she'd come home, but something in the way he said it.... Then she realized the woman on screen was her. It was footage of her in the bathroom taking a piss.

"What the fuck are you DOING?!" Abby shouted.

"Oh shit! Abby!" Alex said again, this time frantically falling off the couch and trying to pull up his pants.

"You took video of me in fucking bathroom, you fucking perv?!" she yelled, moving toward him. She hit him with her purse and slammed the laptop lid. Then she grabbed the computer off the coffee table. "Get out!"

"M-my laptop..." he began.

"Get the fuck out of my house, Alex!"

He left, of course. Ran out, actually. He was too ashamed and embarrassed to do anything but leave.

Abby went outside and smoked a cigarette, which she almost never did anymore unless she was drinking. She was so pissed at him. But what freaked her out was that... she felt sort of... flattered. And turned on. She shuddered, and paced up and down the sidewalk, trying to shake the feeling out of her head. Yes, she was definitely a touch horny, she decided. It didn't feel as slimy as it should.

She mulled this over as she walked back into the apartment. It was totally and undeniably skeevy that Alex videoed her in the bathroom. Maybe even skeevier that he was her brother. Still, she couldn't shake the recurring thought that the temptation was just too great. Maybe she was simply too sexy to resist, but the taboo of incest prohibited Alex from sharing his true feelings with her. Shouldn't she be more grossed out? If it were anyone else, she would have called the cops by now.

Back inside, she poured herself a glass of wine, then sat down on the couch, her mind no longer quite racing... but still turning over a great many thoughts. The laptop was in front of her on the coffee table. She opened the lid and it resumed, the frozen video image still on the screen. She set the video back to the beginning and, in what must have been the oddest feeling moment of her life, hit play. Pure narcissism? She wasn't sure. Maybe she just wasn't thinking clearly. The video wasn't too long, and it was grainy. From the camera angle, it seemed like Alex must have installed the camera in the wall somewhere, low. Probably the outlet, she realized. "Sneaky fucker," she muttered to herself. He had clearly edited the video. It started with Abby stripping out of her robe and then getting into the shower. Then there was a clear break, and she watched herself get out of the shower, dry off, and then pee. He had cut the video off after she put on her robe.

The more she thought about this, the more confused she was. She had just watched a peeper video of herself... taken by her twin brother, who used it as masturbation fodder. She should, she felt, be disgusted. But she found watching the video of herself was fascinating.

Abby downed the rest of the glass of wine. She closed the video player, which revealed an entire folder of video files. She clicked into another. It was much like the one she had just watched. Even though it was just like the other, she still couldn't look away. "Something must be wrong with me," she decided. "I'm so vain and fucked up that I can't stop looking at myself naked." Worse, she was still turned on.

"Fuck it," she said to herself. Abby figured if she was so damned horny, she may as well get herself off. Also, she had an idea. After poking through the programs menu, she found the application to start the webcam, and she appeared on the screen in front of herself. She winked at her reflection, then smiled. "Hello, you sexy bitch," she said. She turned her head left, then right, examining her face in profile. She made duck lips, then scowled at herself and shook her head.

Abby unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall behind her on the couch. She pushed the cups of her pink polka-dotted bra inward, squeezing her breasts together, but then frowned. Releasing her tits, she wiggled side to side, then sighed. "Tiny tits," she muttered. She reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, then slid it off, revealing her small ("But perky!" she told herself) boobs to the webcam. She examined them on the screen. Abby decided she really liked her nipples. They were small, just the right size for her breasts. And at the moment, they were hard. She wet the tip of her right middle finger on her tongue, then traced the areola of her right breast, pinching the nipple when she completed the loop. She squeaked slightly, then laughed at herself: she'd pinched too hard. She repeated this ritual on her left nipple (pinching less hard this time). Then, feeling decidedly silly, she squeezed her boobs together again, tilted her head down, and with a very serious face said, "It's okay tiny tits. I love you anyway."

Abby stood and unclasped her slacks. She removed her pants and panties in one motion, showing the webcam, from this angle, just her thighs, hips, and what pubic hair she hadn't trimmed away, a little sliver above her labia. She sat back down, but realized that she couldn't see the good bits on screen. She reached over and pulled the laptop screen forward, tilting the camera down slightly, then propped her feet on the coffee table to either side of the computer. "Aha," she said to herself. The feeling of uneasiness had largely subsided, and Abby had mostly forgotten about Alex. She was too engrossed by her little experiment.

With both hands, Abby peeled back her outer labia, exposing her pink inner pussy lips to the camera. She dipped her middle finger into her pussy, and used it to pull some of her wetness up to her clitoris. Maybe it was the excitement of seeing herself this way. She was surprised by how wet she was, and her body caught her off guard when she touched her clit. Abby, like many women, had never really looked at her pussy. Certainly she had never really looked at it while playing with herself. "Oh god, that's hot," she said unconsciously, almost in a whisper.

Abby massaged her clit slowly, letting her body tingle while watching the movement on screen. Then, she remembered that she'd witnessed a similar scene not long ago, when she'd walked in on Alex wanking. Without thinking she asked, " Isn't this what you really wanted to see, Alex?" She moved both hands down and spread her slit as wide as she could, slightly exposing her asshole to the camera as she slid down. " Didn't you really want to see my pussy, you dirty fucking perv?" Abby couldn't believe how hot she was, but she figured it didn't matter. Fantasy was just that, after all, so what was the harm?

An idea occurred to her. "No," she said aloud. "This is what you wanted to see." With one hand she kept her lips spread, and with the other grabbed her empty wine glass from the coffee table. She held the glass beneath her slit and began to pee into it. Once again, she was bewildered by how arousing it was to watch herself. To watch herself pee, of all things! "Mmm," she moaned, filling the glass. Before she placed piss glass back on the table she said, "I should save this to throw in your fucking face, Alex."

Abby went back the business at hand: getting herself off. She returned to rubbing her clit, but quickly escalated to fingering herself, using the heel of her hand to keep friction on the clit. All the while she watched herself on screen, and she came quickly. She dried her hands on her discarded panties.

When she clicked to close the video window, a prompt appeared. "Do you want to save this file before exiting?" She hadn't realized that the camera had been recording. She moused over "No" but hesitated. She had been incredibly turned on and, despite having just masturbated, was still quite horny. She wondered how far she would go on this perverse little jaunt. She could save the file, then send it to herself, and get rid of it later if she thought better of it. This, however, is not what she did. Abby clicked "Yes" and saved the video in the same folder where Alex had saved his spycam movies. Then, she deleted all of the videos except the one she'd just made.

After tidying the living room, and emptying the wine glass and washing it, she sent Alex a text message: "Come back."

It was late when Alex returned to the apartment. Not knowing his standing with Abby, he knocked. There was no answer, so he let himself in. He had anticipated finding all of his things in a pile by the door with a note that read, "Take your stuff and get out." Instead, the apartment looked as it usually did. In fact, his laptop was exactly where he'd left it. "Abby?" he called into the apartment, but she didn't respond. Her bedroom door was closed, so he assumed she had fallen asleep.

Alex sat down in front of the laptop. It was in sleep mode, so he touched the mousepad and the screen reactivated. His video folder was open on the desktop, but only one file remained. He thought it was odd that she would delete all but one. He had noticed the empty wine glass in the drying rack, so maybe she had just been tipsy and missed it. He stood and looked around the apartment, then sat back down and double-clicked the video file. He didn't have time to wonder which file she hadn't deleted before being pleasantly surprised by what was playing on his screen.

"Oh Jesus," he said to himself, then without taking his eyes from the screen called again, "Abby?!" Still no answer. He watched slack jawed as the video progressed, his cock throbbing under his pants. It was, after all, his most perverse sexual fantasy come true. When the pre-recorded Abby asked, " Didn't you really want to see my pussy, you dirty fucking perv?" Alex said, "Yes, baby, yes." And a few moments later, when the video showed Abby pissing in the glass, Alex nearly came in his pants. "Oh god, yes," he whimpered.

When the video ended, Alex shouted, "ABBY!" No one replied, but a few moments later his phone dinged. He looked at it and saw a text from Abby. "Bedroom," was all it said. 

Abby was getting frustrated. She knew Alex had watched the video. She had planned it that way, and she knew from the sound coming from the living room (and Alex shouting) that he'd seen it. Now she was lying in bed, naked and spread eagle, and it had been nearly three minutes since she'd texted her brother, but he hadn't come in. She was about to storm into the living room and demand to know what was going on when her phone received a text from Alex. It said: "Bathroom."

Abby crossed the apartment, stopped in the doorway of the bathroom, crossed her arms, and leaned on the door frame. She smiled at Alex, who was lying naked in the bathtub. Abby cocked an eyebrow, partly in amusement and partly in surprise. They had seen each other naked before, of course, but not for many years, since they had fooled around with each other as kids "playing doctor." Abby could see that Alex had grown up in more ways than one: his fully erect penis had to be a full ten inches long and two inches in diameter. Funny she hadn't noticed that when she caught him spanking it earlier. "What are you doing in here?" she asked.

"Waiting for you," Alex replied. "Can't you see that?" He nodded to his cock.

"Yes, I can, thank you," she answered. "I mean, why didn't you come to the bedroom?"

Alex shrugged. "I didn't want to mess up your bed."

Abby scoffed, "I have had sex in my bed before, Alex."

"I..." Alex started, but paused and turned a bit red in the face.

"Spit it out," she told him. "We're both here, naked and ready to fuck. Never mind how wrong that is."

"I want you to pee on me," Alex said.

"Oh, is that all?" Abby asked. She got into the tub, squatted over his chest with her ass to his face, and started to piss.

"Oh Christ, Abby. You don't know how long I've wanted this."

"Yes I do," she cooed. "Ever since we were kids. Me too, I just hadn't realized until today." She stopped the flow, scooted back, and began to pee on his face.

"Oh shit yes," Alex gurgled through urine.

He started to stroke his cock, but Abby reached forward and slapped his hand away. "That dick belongs to me now," she informed him as she slowed to a trickle. She lowered her crotch on to his face and stretched herself forward into a 69. Abby felt Alex's tongue going to work as she took his balls in her hand and gave them a squeeze. She ran her other hand over the length of his shaft, admiring it for a moment, before she teased his head with her tongue. Abby groaned as Alex flicked his tongue over her clit, then she took his head into her mouth, and worked slowly down his shaft as far as she could get. She heard Alex moan, and felt the sound in her crotch. She bobbed her mouth up and down over the top half of his cock, working the bottom half with one hand. Alex was losing concentration as she worked his dick, so she quickly grabbed his balls and squeezed hard, pushing down to take as much of his cock as she could get.

"Oh god!" Alex groaned, and his body shuddered.

Abby pulled off of his dick, then stood and got out of the tub. She bent herself over the sink and said, "Get over here and fuck me." Alex quickly complied, jumping out of the tub and standing behind Abby. He spread her cheeks and slid his cock into her slowly. Abby groaned, "Oh fuck, Alex, I had no idea you were so big." Alex said nothing, and kept pushing in slowly until he was fully inside his sister. Her pussy was tight, and soaking wet. Alex made a few slow pushes, watching Abby in the mirror. He pressed a thumb into her asshole. When she said, "Harder, baby," he started humping in earnest. He gave her the full length of his dick on each thrust. "Harder!" she insisted, "Fuck me hard! Tell me when you're going to cum!"

Alex was really banging on her now. Without thinking, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, giving himself a better view of her tits in the mirror. "Oh shit, Abby!" he said in short order. "I'm gonna cum!"

Before he knew what was happening, Alex was back against the wall opposite the sink. Abby had pushed back from the sink, tossing him off of her. In one swift move, she pivoted and kneeled. She grabbed his cock with both hands and stroked furiously while sucking on his head. In a moment, Alex groaned, but Abby didn't need any warning: she could feel it coming... and cumming. Alex exploded into her mouth. Abby had intended to swallow, but she couldn't handle it all. She took her mouth off of his dick and swallowed what she had, but kept stroking. She felt cum splatter on her chest and shoulders, and she could feel it oozing down her chin. Abby kept stroking until Alex was fully spent, and watched his balls restrict and release with each turn. "Oh fuck me," Alex gasped.

"I just did," Abby answered. She stood and said, "Wash me off."

They showered together. Neither said anything as they soaped and rinsed each other, letting their fingers explore all the parts of themselves they'd skipped in their erotic escapade.

Later, they were lying together in Abby's bed. Alex was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. Abby was lying on her side, with one arm under her head, and one playing with Alex's chest hair. Alex sighed, then looked at Abby. She smiled. He asked, "Do you think it's wrong?" Abby cocked an eyebrow. "Incest," Alex said.

"Maybe we should call it... brotherly love. But I know what you meant. You're a little late on regrets," she told him.

"I don't regret it. But do you think it's wrong?"

"I think we're not hurting anyone, and it's nobody's business but ours. So, no. But if it is, I don't care." Alex nodded.

Then Abby reached under the sheets and grabbed his cock. "I also think you never got me off. So we have to go again." She felt his cock stiffen in her hand, and she grinned. "I'll take that as a yes."



Brotherly Love



Four years ago, I was dragged to Rennes, a sex slave, and no longer in control of my mind, my heart and everything I knew was stripped from me. By chance or insidious design, I was elevated to the position of Prince. Not the royal kind of prince but the noble kind, like a duke or earl but called a prince, running a principality. It's all dull and unimpressive so I shall avoid the deep explanation. For what it's worth, I intended to stay as prince for no more than two years. I am a year beyond that with no hope of freedom in sight.

I'm not even certain I want that freedom anymore.

I looked up as one of my pages cleared his throat and waited for me to acknowledge his presence. He was lanky, blond and rather dull in appearance with a mind to match. It often took him a few moments to understand what I wanted but I am a patient man.

"Your Grace, your brother has arrived and he is demanding to see you. He has a rather large elf with him and I was not inclined to argue that you are..." Thalizar chose precisely that moment to come barging in, his face red and his long, black hair strangely disheveled for my usually vain sibling. Clearly, he was unhappy and unhappy with me in particular.

With a bland expression, I sat back in the chair of my audience room and waited for him to speak. This room, which resembled an office like any of my other official meeting places, contained my desk, a book shelf, a wooden puzzle on the desk to occupy me when I became bored and one chair. The idea was for the visitor to speak his mind and get out while I made my decision. I dare say it worked out well. "Open your mouth and let the words fall, Brother Mine," said I.

He stormed over to my desk and planted his gloved hands flat upon the surface then leaned forward, his face so close to mine that I was breathing in his breath as he exhaled. There was a curious scent to my half-brother, which was a combination of sandalwood and pine with a hint of mint that was unique to his person and always had been. I rather liked it. "You took over the thieves' and assassin guilds here in the city?" he yelled in my face, his spittle landing on my skin.

I shrugged and leaned back. I had wondered when he would find out that I was now running both the underground guilds here in the city. It clashed with my duties as prince but it also improved my information gathering by a thousand percent. Though the business I began with Ambrose was far away in time and space, I could never break out of it entirely and so I still hired people with the appropriate skills to do various jobs for me. The assassins' and thieves' guilds were a fine source of both information and hirelings as well as a steady influx of coin from those paying the guilds to do the jobs. Some money went to the city, some went to me. It was a very lucrative association and I was fond of it, something Thalizar clearly was not. I tried explaining this to him but he threw up his hands before slamming them down, in fists, upon the desk, rattling it and its contents.

Through my magic, my empathy, I could feel his rage and it touched something deep inside me. I enjoyed the emotions of others in small amounts but I shielded myself from them for the most part. Thal, who was usually controlled and cool, could lose his temper at times, the anger leeching through my shields and filling me with it due to our closeness, both personal and physical. I could never inspire him to love me as I wished he would but these moments of hatred were just as powerful. And just as erotic.

"Random, please ensure that we have privacy, as my brother and I have much to discuss," I said to the muscular young elf behind Thalizar. 

My brother bristled and said, "He is not yours! You cannot order him around like he is a dog."

"Yes, Brother-Mine, he wears your collar but I am the prince of this city and that demands a level of respect, of which I am certain he appreciates." With a nod of my head, my eyes on the red-haired elf, I said, "Random? Please?"

The boy looked askance at Thal, who waved his hand dismissively and did not watch the boy's retreating back as he headed for the door. I loved Random like I loved living and watching him leave twisted me from within. We were soul-bound, he and I. Two hearts, two minds, one connection to bind us both through empathy and love. Thalizar's restrictions on his sexual activities meant that we could not make love as I desired but we would sometimes visit one another's dreams and make up for it.

It was enough for now.

Looking back to my brother, I said, "Now. Speak to me. What on earth is your problem with the way I am running things?"

"Because I need to visit the Guild Master for a specific job I am doing and..."

"...he is me?" I finished, a sly grin on my face.

Silence was his reply but the emotional barrage continued and I was pounded by it. "I understand that you had no intention of working for me as a hireling and for the most part, you are not. However, I do own the guild now and it answers to me and if you are doing work for the guild, well... You are doing work... for me. Of course, your compensation will be equivalent to the work your do, as long as it satisfies the goals. You have an opportunity to be paid twice.... you know." Coin was my brother's mistress and he hesitated, considered my words, before bristling once again, his cheeks flushed.

"How dare you!" he roared in my face. "The guilds are independent of their host cities for various reasons..."

"Yes, including the necessity of killing the leaders of the cities should they be offered enough coin to do so. What I did was in the name of self-preservation, Thalizar. And information, of course," I said with a gleam in my eyes. The spark of rage that gleam ignited was too much for him. I knew he was coming for me before he came. I braced myself wearing a teasing smile.

He swept the few items on the desk to the floor with his arm and reached across it to grab my shirt, popping the three top buttons. They fell to the floor and rolled away, forgotten, to be stolen later by one of the servants."You had no right!" he yelled in my face, his breath hot against my skin. "That guild had invited me to take on a leadership position when Random and I were here three years ago as a reward for our work! I had other duties then but now I return and get a job only to find out what you've done and I-I..."

"Do you truly hate me now? It was my suggestion to them that you become Guild Master back then but when you declined, I had to take other precautions. As you can understand, I am somewhat paranoid these days," I said coolly. He was holding my shirt tightly, the fabric twisted in his hands before shoving me backwards into my seat. My teeth rattled as I landed but eyes burned with need as he focused his seething gaze on my face. Unraveling my brother's mood was becoming quite fun for me and the emotional emanations were like the finest cognac; heady and powerful, leaving me dizzy with the need for more.

Braver than I imagined I could be, I smiled up his panting torso.

Thalizar came around the desk to my chair, his eyes wide. "You put forth that offer?" he demanded with arched brows.

"It was merely a suggestion but yes, mine. I thought that having you as Guild Master would be beneficial to myself and the city in general because I know you won't allow anyone to touch me in a violent manner, yourself aside, of course. The city keeps its prince and I keep my head while you make a fortune as Guild Master. Overall, a win for us all." 

The wave of emotion that washed over me from him was delicious and I opened my mind fully to it, allowing it to fill me. He pulled me up from the chair in a manner that could have resulted in a loss of his personal freedom, or even his life, had I chosen to call the guards but I was enjoying this. "You were trying to protect yourself and to do that, you manipulated me and the guild and made a mockery of what we do. You are just like every other politician out there, Veranon." 

Dangling like a doll from his hands, I shrugged. "I had the power to do what was necessary. The Master had all but dismantled the assassin's guild in fear of his own life, you see. I revived it and gave it purpose again. If that makes me a horrible person, so be it. If you want to be Guild Master, just say so." He dropped me back in my chair with a dark snort of anger.

"I didn't want to be Guild Master! I wanted to be Guild Second so that I could..."

"...live your life as you do now and reap the rewards of working for the guild in a leadership role. Curious how well our minds work together, is it not?"

Then he hauled me up again but this time, he spun me around and pinned me against the desk. I was bent over it, his hand pressing my cheek against the mahogany wood, my upper body sprawled across the top, his torso against mine. Any papers, quills or other items that had been there were now scattered across the floor. Thankfully, the inkwell was stoppered tightly so the rug was safe. He gripped me painfully by the hair at the back of my head and hissed, "Our minds do not work well together. I am nothing like you! And stop finishing my sentences and interrupting me! It's pissing me off, Veranon."

"I know..." I purred with a smile.

He hesitated for a moment in confusion. "Wait... You're doing this on purpose? You're trying to anger me?"

I squirmed a bit but only to wiggle the groove of my ass against his perfectly huge cock, which was becoming semi-erect."If you joined the guild and I own the guild then clearly I must own you. Lovely how it all works out, is it not, Brother-Mine?" I said languidly, the smile on my face teasing, mocking him.

"Fuck you..." he hissed in my ear.

"Yes... Please do..."

He pulled off his gloves, threw them aside and then peeled his tight, leather breeches to his knees. I heard him digging about in his bag and then the sound of steel against steel as he withdrew one of his small blades. "I could kill you, Veranon," he murmured against my neck, the sharp edge of the knife pressing into the skin above the main artery in my neck. My pulse quickened as fear gripped me. I knew he wouldn't do it but knowing that he could thrilled me. "I have had offers, some very nice offers, to take your life. You took over the guild, usurped a position that you could never appreciate as well as an assassin does and that gives me a very good reason to remove you, now. Imagine! The prince of the city and the Master of two guilds in one kill! You have made yourself a very expensive and appealing target, Brother-Mine," he whispered dangerously into my ear.

"Hmm... So I have. What are you going to do about it?" I asked him softly.

He chose that moment to cut me across the back of my neck, near scars from wounds that nearly ended my life years ago. The action returned me to the terrible night they were inflicted and I cried out in pain- as well as pleasure. I had learned to appreciate pain as another kind of stimulation while a captive. It was the only way I could have survived."I won't kill you," he murmured as his other hand slid around my body to grip my hard cock tightly. The fingers of his other hand dropped the knife and then moved around to my ass, plunging them deep inside my tight hole. The pressure was lovely as he manipulated my prostate, my body responding enticingly to his manipulations. "Just now, you were using this... revelation... to trick me into fucking you. If you wanted me, all you had to do was say so," hissed.

"I wanted the emotions from you, Thalizar. I wanted to feel something from you other than your usual condescending disregard for me. That and... asking doesn't always grant me what I want from you."

I felt the cool sensation of lubricant as he smeared it on his cock and inside my ass. "Did you get what you wanted, then?" He was still angry but there was an edge to his voice, a quiver of desire I sensed as well as heard.

"Yes... During your uncontrolled moments, I felt something unexpected from you. It has assured me that having you as my Guild Second is perhaps the wisest choice I have made in recent years, Brother-Mine." He leaned over, closed his teeth upon my shoulder and bit down, hard. I cried out with ecstasy as the intense pain of the bite filled my body. Blood oozed down my shoulder, along the back of my arm before dripping onto the polished wood floor.

He bit me again and jammed his huge cock deep inside my body. He was rough, brutal as his hand shoved my face against the desk, flattening my cheek and pulling at my shoulder-length red hair. I felt his pointed nails tear against my skin, raking it in long, jagged lines down my back. The pain was exquisite combined with the brutal force he used to thrust himself in and out of my body. I cried out loudly and for the benefit of my guards, I added, "YES! Fucking, YES!" Otherwise, we would have had several armed men interrupting us and that simply would not do in a moment like this.

Pleasure and searing agony danced and flirted with one another until they blurred into one powerful sensation that, even without anyone touching my cock, not even me, brought me to a fantastic orgasm. I cried out and Thalizar curled his fingers around my jaw, raising it so that his lips could reach my neck. I twisted my head around and we kissed, our tongues and lips joining in a maddening, powerful dance. With a final thrust, my half-brother released his pleasure. He remained inside me for several moments as we continued to devour one another's mouths and faces in hot kisses. Soon, his flaccid cock slid out of my body and he released me, allowing me to finally stand on unsteady feet. White fluid from my cock had landed under my desk, on my desk and coated the crotch of my silken breeches. I pulled them off and threw them in a pile into a corner of the office then tossed my shoes (also sticky) on top of them.

He stepped on his pants, pulling them the rest of the way off his body and dropped into my chair while I gathered a towel and poured water from a pitcher onto it. I cleaned off the white goo of our pleasures from my body and my ass before handing him the towel so that he could wipe himself clean. Then, with unexpected tenderness, his hands pulled me down into his naked lap where he gently scrubbed away the dried blood from my neck, back and arm. "You said you felt something unexpected from me..." he murmured softly, his voice tinged with emotion. What he would never admit to, I finally felt at last.

I nodded while his magic fingers slid across my skin and cleansed me. His lips soon replaced his hands and I sighed contentedly. "Mmm. What I discovered is that you do, in fact, love me very much, an emotion you keep hidden because it is not your way to express it. You also love Random but that is something I have long suspected. Your feelings for me, or rather the intensity of them, that was what surprised me."

He was quiet for a moment as he embraced me from behind. "You breathe not a word of this to anyone?" It was a statement posed as a question, a desperate request.

"I keep many, many secrets, Thalizar. My discovery is ours to explore between us alone. I would have it no other way. I love you as well, mon amor, and always have. I always will."

He kissed me after I said that and something, an agreement of sorts, seemed to have been made though it was not readily apparent to me at first. After this encounter, though he continued to treat me like some kind of underling despite being both his prince and Guild Master, we became much less adversarial and worked more easily together. 

But I had become a master of something else, something neither of us anticipated. Emotion is a powerful thing and when used by an empath, it can become a tool or a sex toy, manipulated by the user however he likes. Thalizar was fine with this arrangement, much to my surprise. Perhaps he could feel its effects as well through our connection. Perhaps he simply appreciated its effects on me. Whatever it was, when we dealt with one another after that night, there was a wink and a knowing smile after each insult that was meant only for me. 

Fin



Meagan and Matt



I fell in love with my brother when I was in the eighth grade. I've always loved Matt, but when I was thirteen, I fell IN love with him. 

At the time when I reached puberty, and my hormones kicked in, and all the other girls my age were going goo-goo over boys in our class, all my dreams and fantasies revolved around my brother, who is two years older than I am.

I had just started my senior year in high school, when on September 11, 2001, the World Trade Center was hit by two airliners. Matt felt he had to join up, to stand up for his country.

I was terrified when he joined the Army, because our father was killed in 1990 in Operation Desert Storm in Iraq. "Don't worry, Beanie, I'll be fine," he said, as I saw Matt off on the plane to Afghanistan, to participate in Operation Enduring Freedom.

"Beanie" was the nickname my father had hung on me, and I hated it. It was short for beanpole, because I was tall and skinny. I stood 5'7" in the sixth grade, and towered over all the boys in my class. Fortunately, I never grew any taller, but I was still skinny as a rail. My name is Meagan.

I was eight years old when our father died, and Matt was ten. Our mother was shattered and, unfortunately, she started to drink. Her drinking got worse, and by the time he was twelve, Matt took over the household responsibilities. He made sure we had food in the house, packed my lunches for school, and made sure I had clean clothes to wear.

I learned how to cook and do the laundry, so we were pretty much on our own. It fell on us to take care of our mother.

Matt and I always got along with each other. We never fought like some siblings do, and he never excluded me from anything he was doing when we were growing up. I was never treated like the "tag-a-long" kid sister.

I was the perennial late bloomer. When all the other girls in my class were growing boobs, and flaunting them, I was flat as a board. My hips looked like a boy's, and I had no ass at all.

I wore a tee shirt until I was fourteen, and then I wore a padded training bra, even though I didn't have anything to put in it. 

My period did happen at the proper time, so there wasn't anything biologically wrong with me. I was mortified the first time I asked Matt to buy tampons for me, and he was probably just as embarrassed to ask for them at the store. After that, he always made sure I had some "personal" money.

Sex was never a subject that was discussed between us. Most of whatever I learned came from other girls at school. As skinny and titless as I was, I didn't have any first-hand experience. A lot of kids at school made fun of me, and the boys all went after the girls with big boobs, so I never even went out on a date.

As my social life was non-existent, I made up for it by studying real hard. I was known as a "brainiac," a geek, a nerd. My only friend, besides Matt, was Karen Wenner, another nerdy type.

The difference between Karen and me was that she had really big boobs. And she'd let anyone play with them that wanted to. She was also the queen of blowjobs. She had stringy hair and a bad complexion, but half the guys in school had their first experience with her.

They never went out with her twice, but she didn't care, she made it up in quantity. She could tell you who had a monster cock, who had a teeny weenie, and how long each of them could last before they came.

The only physical contact we had with each other was when he would brush my hair, or I would give him a back rub after he'd put in a hard day's work. I had really long blonde hair and he liked to brush it and run his fingers through it. It felt wonderful. I did kiss him goodnight before going to bed, but it was just a sisterly peck on the lips.

I had blonde hair, and his was dark, almost black. Our Dad used to kid us that we must have come from different families. Matt was so handsome. He looked like Orlando Bloom, who was a major crush for a lot of the girls in my school.

He worked in a tire shop, changing big truck tires all day, and he'd come home exhausted. He would take off his shirt and lie face down on the floor, and I would straddle him and rub his back, digging my thumbs into his sore trapezius and deltoid muscles. 

"You have wonderful hands, Beanie," he'd say between pleasure groans.

Matt had girlfriends, but they never lasted too long. I was really jealous and I hated them all. 

The year before he joined the Army, our mother died of cirrhosis of the liver, so we were on our own. We had taken care of each other for more than five years, so there wasn't much change in our daily lives. We were sad, but kind of relieved at the same time, because she was so sick for so long. She just wasted her life away with booze.

The morning before he left, Matt brought in this big box with a red ribbon on it, and set it on the foot of my bed. The box had holes punched in it. When I opened it up, there was this beautiful little golden retriever puppy inside.

"Here's something to keep you company while I'm gone."

"Oh, Matt, she's beautiful. I'm going to call her Maggie."

I picked her up and held her to my breast. She was so soft and fuzzy. Her tail was wagging about a hundred miles an hour, and she covered my face with puppy kisses.

The day he left, I was a total mess. I put my arms around him and held him tight, and I couldn't stoop sobbing. He was leaving a huge hole in my life, and a hole in my heart. I knew he had to go, but I was still terrified.

"I'm going to miss you so much, Matt."

"I'll miss you too, Beanie." He took out his handkerchief and wiped the tears off my cheeks.

"I'll write you every day."

He turned and walked to the car that was taking him to the Army base. He waved to me out the window, and I watched until the car was completely out of sight. I scooped Maggie up and lay down on my bed and cuddled with her. I was still crying, and she licked my tears away.

I kept my promise and wrote a letter to Matt every day, telling him about school, everything I was doing, and about Maggie. He didn't write nearly as often, but I treasured each letter I got from him.

During my senior year, after I turned eighteen, strange things began happening to my body; I was actually starting to fill out! My breasts started to look like little cones, and I took the padding out of my bra.

My hips rounded out, my legs started to look shapely, and there was actual flesh on my butt cheeks. Before too long, I graduated to a B cup. I would dance around in front of the mirror and check them out. I could actually hold them in my hands. Wow, real boobs!

They stopped growing when I got to a C cup, which was just perfect for me. If I had gone to a tit store and picked some out, these are exactly what I would have chosen. I have fair skin, so my quarter-sized areolas are a pale pink, and my pink nipples stick way out. 

My breasts are round and firm, and sit high on my chest with no sag at all. They have a curvy uplift that looks really cool when I turn sideways in the mirror. They have a nice jiggle when I walk. I wished Matt had been here to watch me grow, but he would really be surprised when he got home.

I treated myself to some really sexy underwear. Lots of satin and lace, and some bras that give me lots of cleavage. I also got some foxy night wear, a teddy and a chemise that are so sheer you can see right through them. I hoped I'd have the courage to wear them in front of Matt.

I quit signing my letters, "Love, Beanie," and started signing them, "Love, Meagan." I was a beanpole no more. I loved my new body!

All of a sudden guys started noticing me; I wasn't an invisible person any more. I started hearing remarks like "nice ass" or "great rack." I really filled up my jeans, and my boobs looked great in a tee shirt.

I went out on a few dates with different guys and had a pretty good time. I really didn't know how to make out, because I'd never seriously kissed anyone before, but I got the hang of it pretty quick.

I let a couple guys feel me up through my clothes, but when they went for bare skin, I pushed their hands away. I heard insults like "cock tease" and I was called "frigid," but fuck them, I was saving myself for Matt.

A year went by since Matt left. I graduated from high school, turned nineteen, and Maggie was almost full grown. She was a beautiful dog, and she went everywhere with me. She slept on my bed, and I wasn't quite as lonely.

I also broke my hymen. Summoning up all my courage, I went to a sex shop. I was totally embarrassed when I walked in the door, and prayed that nobody I knew would see me there. I had pictured some really sleazy man would be behind the counter, but there was a really attractive woman working there.

She asked if she could help me. "I-I'm looking for a, ah, um...." I stuttered, not being able to get the word out.

"A vibrator, perhaps?" she asked, smiling at me.

"Yes, one of those."

She showed me shelf after shelf of different vibrators. They came in all kinds of sizes, shapes, and colors, from little ones that go in your asshole, to a monster black thing that looked like it would be for a horse.

I finally chose one that the clerk said was the most life-like. I had never seen a real penis before, so I took her word for it. It was pink, and it had a distinct head on it. The saleswoman said that it felt just like a real cock. It felt soft, yet rigid, covered with a material called cyberskin. She told me how to use it to excite my G-spot. I didn't know what a G-spot was, but I would find out!

I lay down on my bed, pulled my knees up, and spread my legs wide apart. I lubed up the dildo, turned on the vibrator, and started running it all around my pussy. It felt really good on my clit, much better than my fingers.

Guiding it between my swollen inner lips, I took a deep breath and shoved it in. OWW! It hurt like hell for a minute, then the pain went away. I began to move it in and out, fantasizing it was Matt's cock inside me. The longer I did it, the better it felt, and I soon experienced my first vaginal orgasm. Now I had something else to look forward to. I found that G-spot too!

I hadn't gotten a letter from Matt in weeks, and I was really starting to get worried. He was stationed way out in the desert, and there was no way to communicate with him. As the days went by, I was getting more and more frantic.

One morning, Maggie started barking and running back and forth to the front door. I opened the door, and there were two military officers in dress uniforms coming up my sidewalk.

"OH GOD NO! MATT!" I screamed. My heart dropped to my feet. Matt can't be dead. He can't be dead. I started to faint, and one of the officers caught me before I hit the ground. They brought me in the house and sat me down in a chair.

Matt wasn't dead. He had been wounded when a roadside bomb had gone off under his Humvee. His best buddy, sitting next to him, had been blown to pieces, but his body shielded Matt from the worst of the blast.

He had a broken arm, a concussion, and his body was riddled with shrapnel. He was in a hospital in Germany, where he had undergone several surgeries to take the metal out of him. If all went well, he would be sent home in about two months.

I started marking days off on the calendar. I had done a lot of work on the house since he'd been gone; fresh paint on the walls, new curtains, new carpeting, and some nice prints hanging on the walls. There was a new leather recliner for him, and new upholstery and cushions on the couch. The whole place looked bright and cheerful. I hoped he would like it.

Finally, the day arrived. I had no idea what time he was coming home; he was getting a ride from the base he was discharged from. I was a nervous wreck, so I kept myself busy in the kitchen. I baked lasagna and a chocolate cake, both of which are his favorites.

Maggie let out one of "somebody's here" barks. I threw open the door, and there he was!

"Matt, oh Matt," I cried, and ran straight into his arms. 

Tears were streaming down my face. He held me tight, and I could tell he felt something different. There were breasts pressing into his chest that I didn't have when he last saw me. He pulled away and looked me up and down. "My God, Beanie, you've grown up."

I punched him on the arm. "My name is Meagan, and every time you call me Beanie, I'm going to hit you again." I was wearing jeans and a tee shirt, and he could see that I really filled them out.

He started to laugh, and I hugged him again. He'd only been gone two years, but he looked much older, and much more mature. He had an inch-long scar on his cheek. He was wearing jeans and a tee shirt, too. I had expected to see him in his uniform, but he told me he had thrown that, and his entire duffel bag in the dumpster before leaving the base.

He came in and sat down. Maggie came racing into the room, put her paws on the couch, and dropped her favorite toy in his lap. He gave her a scratch behind the ears, and she lay down at his feet. My little "family" was complete.

I got two beers out of the fridge, and handed him one. I opened the other for myself. "You're drinking now?" he asked.

"I'm not a little girl anymore."

"Yeah, I noticed," he smiled at me. It was so good to have him home!

We had a couple more beers, and I asked him how it had been in Afghanistan. He spoke quietly for a while, talking about the heat, the dust, and the boredom, then he became quite emotional.

"It was awful, Bean--uh, Meagan. We killed people who didn't do anything to us, who had nothing to do with 9-11. They were different, they were there, and we killed them; men, women, kids." He had an entirely different attitude about the military than he did when he enlisted. Tears started running down his face when he talked about the explosion that killed Keith Peterson, his best friend since grammar school, and wounded him.

I put my arms around him and held him tight. Drawing his head to my breast, I held it there and stroked it,running my fingers through his hair, letting him cry it out. I was filled with love for him, not just sexually, but for the man himself. He wasn't a boy anymore.

It was getting late, and I went upstairs and put on my sleepwear, then joined Matt again on the couch. I had always slept in a tee shirt and boxer shorts, only now my body was different underneath it. I could see his eyes on me as I walked across the room; my braless boobs jiggled under the tee, and my nipples pushed out big dents in the fabric.

When I kissed him goodnight, my lips lingered longer than the typical sisterly kiss he was used to. He looked a little bit surprised, but he returned it in kind. I wondered if he could hear the buzzing noises or the soft moans coming from my bedroom.

The next morning, I was bustling around the kitchen, fixing breakfast. I was wearing the same things I had always worn, a tank top and cut-off shorts. Only now there was an ample amount of cleavage showing above the top. My shorts, like jeans are prone to do, had frayed a bit in the rear, and there was some bare skin visible through the threads.

I knew he was watching me, because when I looked at him, he would turn his eyes away and blush. When I bent over to put Maggie's dish on the floor, the front of my top pulled away from my body, and my tits were clearly on display, encased just over the nipple, in my sexy black lace bra. When I looked at him, he had put a napkin on his lap, but I could tell he had an erection.

I wanted to have an effect on him. I wanted so much to make love with him, but I wanted him to want me, to pursue me, to make me his.

I knew he was interested in my underwear, because I had carefully arranged my bra and thong panties on the top of the clothes hamper in the bathroom, and when I came back and looked again, they were in a different place. There was some thick, sticky fluid in the crotch of my panties. I had never seen semen before, but I knew what it was. The image of him jerking off and thinking of me, thrilled me to the core.

After dinner that night, I opened a bottle of wine, and we flopped out on the couch and listened to some music on the stereo. After drinking a couple glasses, I put my feet in Matt's lap and he started rubbing them, and we started talking.

"So, Meagan, how's your love life? Any boyfriends?"

"Nope, I've been on a few dates, but no boyfriend."

"So you're still a virgin then?"

"Hey, that's getting a little personal, isn't it?" I took one of my feet out of his lap and tickled him in the ribs with it. "Yes, I'm still a virgin. I've been saving myself for you."

He laughed when I said that, then he got kind of a faraway look on his face. He didn't realize how dead serious I was. When he moved my foot, his eyes wandered up my leg. My boxers were kind of loose in the legs, and he could see one lip of my pussy.

About two in the morning, Maggie started whining, and I heard shouting coming from Matt's room. He was thrashing around in his bed, sound asleep, hollering "No, no, God, get him off me. So much blood, so much blood." He was having a flashback dream about his time in Afghanistan.

I lay down on the bed beside him and cradled him in my arms. "It's alright, baby, it's alright, it's only a dream." He calmed down after awhile, and I lay with him, spooning him, until he drifted back into a peaceful sleep. My arm was around him and he covered my hand with his. I could feel my nipples harden, as my breasts pressed against his back. I fell asleep, and stayed in his bed until early morning when Maggie whined to go out. I wondered if he knew I was there.

I came home from the mall with several shopping bags, one of which had "Victoria's Secret" printed prominently on it.

Matt looked up at me when I came in. "So, what did you buy?"

"Oh, just some clothes." I could see him eyeing the "Victoria's Secret" bag. "And, um, a new nightie." I thought hard for a minute. "Would you like me to, ah, model it for you?"

"Sure."

It was a sheer white babydoll, with narrow straps, and some lace at the bodice and along the hem. It was REALLY sheer. I took a big gulp of air, and walked into the living room. My nipples were hard and really poked out. "Ta da," I exclaimed nervously.

His eyes got really big. "My God, Meagan, I can see right through it."

"Do you like what you see?"

"You're my sister, for Christ's sake."

"That doesn't answer the question. Do you like what you see?"

"Well, um, er yeah, but..."

"Judging from the tent in your pants, you like what you see."

His face got red, and I left him sputtering. But at least I knew he was interested. He looked at me much differently after that.

That evening, I offered to give him a backrub. I hadn't done that since he came home, and I knew how much he used to love it. He pulled his tee shirt over his head over his head, and his chest and abdomen were covered with scars from the shrapnel wounds. I wanted to kiss each one of them.

He lay down on a quilt I had spread on the carpet, and I warmed some massage oil in my hands and spread it over his back. He had put on a lot of muscle while he was in the Army. I gave him a thorough kneading, digging deep with my thumbs and fingers. He was virtually purring with pleasure.

When I finished, I turned my back to him, pulled my tee shirt over my head, and lay face down on the quilt where he had been. "My turn," I said, handing him the bottle of oil.

He was really gentle and tentative at first. "Harder, please, I'm not going to break." He really got into it, running his thumbs up and down both sides of my spine, working the muscles of my upper back. My boxers rode kind of low, down on the curve of my hips, and the upper swell of my ass cheeks rose over the top of them. He included all the flesh that was showing, and I about melted.




Meagan and Matt



He hesitated a bit when he got to my sides; I lay with my arms over my head, and the sides of my boobs were prominently in view. His hand roamed over my ribs and back down again, then he finally gave in to temptation and included those too. I was squirming, it felt so good. When I sat up to put my shirt back on, I turned just a little bit, so he got a good view of the side of one of my tits. When I kissed him goodnight, I flicked my tongue between his lips.

Massage became our nightly ritual. Both of us were hungry for another person's touch, and each time we touched, we hit a little more skin. The next time, I tugged his shorts down a few inches, and traced his back muscles down to the top of his buns.

When it was my turn, he did the same thing to me. When he was finished, and still straddling me, I suddenly rolled over on my back. There were my bare breasts, staring him right in the face. I reached over, grabbed the massage oil, and squirted it all over the front of myself.

It was obvious what I wanted him to do. He started out massaging my shoulders, my chest, then my belly, avoiding my boobs. I finally took his hands and placed them right on them. His touch was so tender, so caressing, so loving.

When his hands skimmed across my nipples, they swelled up and got so hard, I thought they would burst. I took my fingers and showed him how I liked them touched. He rolled them between his thumb and finger, pulled them gently, and pinched them, quitting just before it hurt.

My whole body was on fire. My pussy was soaked. I writhed and bucked underneath him. "Oh God, Matt, oh God, oh God, Maaatt," I shouted, as I had a crashing orgasm. I lay back, sated, gasping for breath. He bent over and gave me a quick kiss and headed off to his room. The front of his shorts stuck straight out.

I slept in the nude that night; some nights I do that because it feels really good. Sometime, in the middle of the night, Maggie whined to go out. My mind was so preoccupied by the events of the evening, I forgot to let her out before I went to bed. I thought about putting a robe on, but I didn't, and walked downstairs stark naked.

She went out and peed, and I stood out on the back porch for a while, looking at the full moon. When I walked back down the hallway, Matt was just coming out of the bathroom. He looked at me up and down with a lopsided grin on his face. He watched my boobs sway as I walked, then focused on my bald pussy.

It's kind of funny; I spent years waiting for my pubic hair to grow, and finally I had this big silky blonde bush, and then I shaved it all off. When I looked at one of Matt's "Playboy" magazines, all the models had bare pussies. I figured, if that's what guys like, I'd do mine that way. I put the hair in an envelope and saved it.

I smiled at him, then walked up and patted his arm before turning to go back in my room. Hoping he was still watching, I twitched my hips provocatively.

The next morning we walked over to the community college. I had finished my freshman year there, and Matt wanted to go to college on the GI Bill. We took Maggie on her leash, and she pranced happily along beside us. On the way back, we held hands, our fingers interlocked with each other.

That night, when I had massaged my way down to his lower back, I made no pretense about tugging his shorts down just a little lower; I pulled them all the way off and went to work on his great buns. Judging from the pleasure sounds he was making, I was doing a pretty good job. I worked my way up is legs, and when I got to the top, I could see the underside of his ball sac and the outline of the two globes that it held.

"Okay, now, roll over on your back." I held my breath when he did.

"Is everything all right?" he asked, reacting to the expression on my face.

"Yeah," I gulped, "it's just that I've never seen a penis before." It lay between his legs, resting on his balls, surrounded by a mass of curly black hair.

I rubbed the oil over his shoulders, down his chest and his belly, carefully avoiding his pubic area. When I finished with his legs, there was nothing left to do, but to get to the heart of the matter.

Squirting some oil on his cock, I took it in my hand, and watched in fascination as it grew longer and got harder and harder. To this day, I don't think there's anything more exciting than watching a man's penis become erect.

I held it, and examined it from all angles, from the top, the bottom, and the side view. It was so much better looking and more well defined than the vibrator I had. The head was darker than the rest, and when I squeezed the bottom of his shaft, it swelled even more.

I started to stroke it, watching the skin move under my hand. Slippery with oil, I fisted my hand and worked his crown, watching as it slid up through my hand. Cupping his balls with one hand, I started pumping, all the way from the top of his head to the root.

"Oh, God, Meagan, that feels so good," he moaned. "Don't stop, don't stop."

I felt his balls get tight in my hand, and his cock jerked and spasmed as he came, covering his belly with his semen. He let go another spurt that just ran out of the little hole on top, and covered my hand. Watching a man come is another huge turn-on for me. Still holding his now limp cock in my hand, I bent down and kissed him. This time I put my tongue in his mouth.

When it was my turn for a massage, I just stripped naked, pulling my boxers off along with my tee shirt. I lay face down on the floor, and when he straddled me, I could feel his soft cock dangle between my butt cheeks.

He worked his way down my back. As usual his strong hands felt wonderful on my body. Then his hands were on my ass! I had no idea that was an erogenous zone, but it certainly turned me on. He kneaded and stroked, and I was rocking from side to side in pure pleasure. That crease between my cheeks, and legs rang all my bells.

Starting at my ankles, he worked his way up my legs. When he got to my thighs, his fingers brushed against my outer lips, which were swollen with my rising heat. My pussy was soaked with my juice, and I'm sure he could smell the musk.

I rolled over on my back, and his eyes took in my whole body. His cock started to swell to about half-mast, and I'm sure my body was glowing with the pure heat that I felt.

He now knew how to fondle my breasts, and he made me come again. His hands worked their way across my tummy, and followed the curves of my hips. Skirting around my pubis, like I had done with him, he started massaging my legs.

When he got to my thighs, I spread my legs a bit to give him better access. He couldn't take his eyes off my pussy, as my engorged clit peeked out from between my lips.

Finally, his hands found my mound. He cupped my center, and gently slipped the tip of his finger into my vagina.

"Put it all the way in, as deep as you can. Use two fingers."

"But you're a virgin, won't I hurt your, uh..."

"My cherry? Don't worry about that; I broke it myself last year with a vibrator."

He looked relieved, then put two fingers inside me and moved them in and out. It felt wonderful.

"Rub my clit," I gasped.

"I know women have one, but I don't know where it is. Can you show me? Show me how you like to be touched."

I drew up my knees and spread my lips apart.

"I've never seen a woman's, um..."

"Pussy?"

"I've never seen a woman's pussy before."

"I know you've had sex."

I've only been laid once, and it was in the dark." Somehow, I thought he'd been more experienced than he was. That would just make it all the more exciting for both of us.

"Wow, Megan, that's really beautiful," he said, carefully examining all my lips and folds.

"This is my clitoris, right at the top of my vagina. Watch this," I said, and slid the hood back so the glans stood out.

As I had with my nipples, I took my fingers and showed him how I liked to be touched. He gently stroked my labia, then moved on to my clit. He rubbed across the hood, then gently started tracing circles around the head.

"Put your fingers back inside me while you do that."

The combination of being finger-fucked, while my clit was being stroked, brought me over the edge, and the orgasm thundered through my whole body. He kept on going and I came again; milky white fluid seeped out of my cunt and ran through the cheeks of my ass.

When I could breathe again, I pulled his face down to mine, and kissed him tenderly.

"I love you, Matt." There, I said it out loud. To him. I didn't know how he would react.

"I love you too, Meagan."

"I mean I'm IN love with you."

"I know. Me too."

I lay awake, in my bed, for the longest time that night. What ever were we going to do?

At our next nightly "session," we just stripped naked before we started. When I straddled Matt, my pussy was right over his great buns. I made no pretense about it, I pressed my crotch tight against his ass, and started grinding against him. My heat was rising, straining for release.

When I finished with his backside and he flipped over, his penis, in anticipation, was hard as a rock. When I knelt over him, I pressed my swollen labia against it.

I didn't use any oil on the front side of him, nor did I knead any of his muscles. I stroked him with my hands, then gently raked my nails across his chest, down his belly, and through his curly black pubic hair.

"God, I love to look at your tits like that." I was leaning forward and they hung down provocatively. He filled his hands with them, and my nipples were already swollen and sticking out.

I kept my hands moving, teasing, all around his cock, but not touching it. It was throbbing, and a drop of clear liquid emerged from the tip.

Leaning down, I took it in my hand and ran my tongue from the base to the tip. When I got to the head, I sucked it into my mouth and worked it up and down with my lips.

"Tell me what feels good; I've never done this before." Karen Wenner, the high school blowjob queen, had told me what to do, but this was my first time.

"Everything you're doing feels good. Nobody's ever done this to me before." Another first experience to share.

Gently rolling his balls in one hand, I licked, and sucked, and bobbed up and down on his cock. He started moaning and moving his hips up and down. I put my hand around his shaft and started stroking it in time with my mouth.

"Oh, God, Meagan...I'm going to cooome...AHH..."

He tried to pull my head away, but I kept it there and sucked even harder as his thick cream filled my mouth. That was my first taste of cum, and I discovered that I really liked it. I swallowed it all.

Matt drew my face up to his, and kissed me deeply. I wasn't sure he wanted to kiss me when I still had his spunk in my mouth, but he put his tongue in deep, and I'm sure he could taste himself.

When it was my turn, I didn't even bother lying on my stomach. I was too turned-on to wait that long; I wanted his mouth on my tits and in my pussy. I wanted more than that, but we were building this up, one step at a time.

He used his hands like I did, to stroke and tease with feather-soft touches--over my breasts, down my tummy, over my flaring hips, and all around my nether regions. I was purring like a kitten.

His deep brown eyes radiated both lust and love. His lips replaced his hands, as he started kissing my boobs; the undersides, the subtle curve on the tops, and the valley in between.

His mouth was tormenting me, as he went all around my nipples. Finally, when I could hardly stand it anymore, he zeroed in on my aching peaks. He sucked a nipple deep into his mouth, suckling and tonguing at the same time.

An electric jolt ran straight from my tit to my clit, and when he slipped a finger into my wet cunt, I exploded. He switched from one nipple to the other, while moving his finger in and out of me, and I came even harder.

While I was gasping for breath, his mouth moved lower and lower toward my mound. I drew up my knees and spread my legs wide apart. He continued the teasing, kissing my thigh, across my mound, and down the other side.

Finally, he got to my center. His lips nipped and nibbled my swollen outer lips. When his tongue ran up and down my slit, I was going crazy. I took my fingers and spread my lips apart, giving him access to my most tender parts. This was the first pussy he had ever gone down on, but he needed no coaching. He licked my engorged minora around both sides, then gently sucked them into his mouth. He plunged his tongue into my tunnel of love and swirled it around and around.

My clit had worked its way out of the little burrow where it usually lived, and stuck out proudly, red, ripe, and throbbing. Matt's tongue found its way under the head, and he flicked it unmercifully, before sucking the whole thing into his mouth.

I shook, I shuddered, I fisted my hands in his hair and pulled his head even tighter against me.

"Oh, God, Matt, oh God, OOOOOH!" I filled his mouth with my musky ambrosia, as I had the biggest orgasm of my life. When I finally subsided, he kissed me deeply, and it was my turn to taste myself in his mouth.

For the next several days, we abandoned our nightly massage ritual. We went to the movies, took Maggie for long walks in the park, and went driving in the country. 

We both knew where this was headed.

I wanted him desperately, but I was afraid of forcing myself on him. He told me later that he felt that, because he was my older brother, he didn't want to take advantage of me.

We spent a lot of time talking, reminiscing about our childhood, and our future educational goals. Matt wanted to be a computer programmer, and I wanted to be a nurse. We spent a lot of time talking all around what was really on our minds, and in our hearts.

Then, tired of waiting, I decided to take the bull by the horns. I put on my sheer white babydolls over a lacy thong, and walked into his room. He looked up from the book he was reading and his eyes got big. Although he had seen my body naked, there is something about the mystique of seeing through filmy gauze that is incredibly sexy.

I put my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

"Make love with me, Matt, I want you so badly."

"I want you too, Megan..." and his voice trailed off.

"I hear a 'but' in there."

"But, I'm your older brother, and I should..."

I interrupted him before he could finish.

"Do you love me, Matt?"

"With all my heart."

"And I love you. We're both adults; we love each other. Are we hurting anyone?"

"No."

"Are we doing anything that will hurt each other?"

"No."

"Will you make love with me?"

"Oh, God, yes." He swept me into his arms, and there were tears in both our eyes.

We kissed for the longest time. Funny, we had gone down on each other, but we had never really made out. We made up for that in short order.

"Meagan?"

"Yes?"

"I never did tell you how much I like that lingerie you're wearing."

"Then you're really going to like getting me out of it."

His mouth moved from mine, down my neck, across my shoulder, slipping one strap on my babydolls off. He kissed me across my chest, and down to the one breast that was exposed. When his mouth found my nipple, I pulled the other strap over my shoulder, and let slip to the floor.

I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, and we stood together, chest to chest. His hands found both cheeks of my ass, and he kneaded and massaged them. His hard cock pressed against my stomach. I pulled his shorts down and took his erection in my hand.

My blood was boiling, my bones turning to jelly. Unable to stand any longer, I pulled him down on the bed, and he hovered over me. I quivered all over as his hungry mouth devoured me. I had the first of what would be many orgasms, when he sucked my nipples.

His mouth moved down across my tummy, pausing to tongue my navel, before skimming across the top of my panties. They were soaking wet, and the tiny triangle of lace was pulled up between my lips.

I slid the thong slowly down my hips, and his lips followed the slow descent. When I kicked them off, I drew up my knees and spread my pussy open to him.

He kissed, licked, and sucked every part of my hot, wet center. When his tongue found my swollen clit, I exploded, and flooded his face with my milky white juice. He gave me a moment to recover, and brought me over the peak again.

"Now, Matt, come inside me now. I want to feel your cock in me."

When he rose over me, I took his cock in my hand and directed it to my opening. Slowly, he slid the head between my lips, and my cunt started to widen to take him in. He pushed on, slowly, gently, until his whole length was inside me.

I had waited so long for this, for him. It's hard to describe all the sensations I felt the first time I had a real cock inside me. I was so hot, so silky slippery, so tight. My vagina pulsed as the muscles spasmed around him, holding him even tighter.

He plunged in and out of me, setting up a rhythm that I matched with my hips. "Ahhh," I cried, as I had a deep vaginal orgasm, squeezing his cock with a velvet vice-like grip.

"Oh, God, Matt, fuck me Matt, fuck me hard...faster...harder."

His back suddenly arched, and his eyes rolled back in his head, and he shouted my name, as he exploded, sending wave after wave of his hot cum into the deepest part of my cunt, setting me off once again.

Spent, exhausted, we lay side by side, cuddling and stroking each other's body.

"I love you, Matt."

"I love you too, Beanie."

I punched his arm. Really hard. And we both laughed until the tears ran down our cheeks.

*******

That was ten years ago. We graduated from college and moved to another town where nobody knew our history. Maggie is twelve, and her muzzle is turning white. Every day our love grows stronger.



Brotherly Love



A true story by Evie Lyn Zasse 

My brother Adam and I have been close for as long as I can remember. Our relationship could be viewed as being extreme, but the reader will have do decide. I'm 19 and Adam in 23.

I've always had a 'thing' for my big brother. He is very good looking and has a trim, athletic body. Even in high school, I sometimes had dreams about touching him, and I would get myself all excited. I used to masturbate in my room, thinking about him. When Adam started going to college, our relationship changed drastically. 

I came home from community college one afternoon and saw Adam's car in the driveway. I let myself in the house and quietly went upstairs to surprise him. I was the one who was surprised. I saw my bedroom door open and peeked inside. I saw Adam looking through my dresser. I didn't know what to think until I saw him lift up a pair of my panties. He held them gently and lifted them to his face. It looked like he was sniffing them and letting them softly touch his lips. Just them I heard the back door open and so did Adam. He took the panties that he was holding and shoved them into his pants pocket. As he stood up to close the drawer, I backed down the hall and down the stairs. I didn't say anything, but after that I tried to arrange my underwear drawer so I'd know if Adam had been sneaking into my room again. Nothing happened for about a week. Then one evening after I finished my homework, I check my drawer and discovered a pair of my pink panties was missing. 

The following Saturday I was getting home from a date about ten o'clock when I noticed the light on in Adam's room. I let myself in and hurried upstairs. Adam's door was open slightly and I very quietly looked in. I was expecting to see Adam masturbating with my panties. When I looked in, I saw Adam standing in front of his mirror looking at himself. He was had my pink panties in his hand. He slipped his pants off and wrapped my panties around his cock. I must have made a noise because Adam turned around and saw me at the door. 

"Oh my God, Evie, I, I, I." He stammered. 

Then he sat down on his bed and covered himself with a blanket. I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. Adam looked up at me and I could see he wanted to die from embarrassment. His face was bright red. 

He lowered his head and said, "I'm so sorry."

What could I do? He looked so pitiful. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. I told him that I wouldn't say anything and I left. I went down the hall to my room, got undressed and crawled into bed. Did he have a 'thing' about my panties or anybody's panties? I must have fallen asleep, because it startled me when I heard a soft tapping on my door. 

I pulled the sheets around my body and called "Come in." It was Adam. 

"I want to apologize." He said. "I shouldn't have taken your things." 

"Why did you?" I asked. 

He stood there for a long time, his head hanging down. This was not the brother I knew. Not the brother that I had wet dreams about. He started slowly, talking softly. He said that he had met a girl at college and that they had gotten drunk one night and fooled around a little together. They kissed, and she masturbated him with her panties. But she wouldn't let him fuck her. 

Adam was embarrassed. I was confused. I put an arm around his waist and he put an arm around my shoulders. We sat there, in the dark and held each other. We didn't know it at the time, but we had taken the next step in our extreme relationship as brother and sister. 

Several weeks later I was at the mall shopping for a few things. I was missing a couple of pair of panties that I wanted to replace. As I was looking around, I thought I might get a present for Adam, to cheer him up. He had been moping around since our 'bedroom confessions.' I found a pair of sheer white nylon briefs with lace trim and right next to them was an identical pair two sizes larger. I bought both and a few other things and headed home. When I got back to my room, I carefully wrapped Adam's 'gift' and hid it under his pillow. Adam came home just before dinner and after visiting with the family for a while, he headed upstairs. I watched TV with mom and dad and then went upstairs myself. I say the light under Adam's door and tapped gently. 

"Who is it?" I heard, and when I answered, Adam opened the door and almost pulled me in. "Is this from you?" Adam asked. 

"Who else would give you that kind of present?" I said. "Now you don't have to use mine." 

Adam picked me up and twirled me around. When he put me down, he said. "They're beautiful, I love them." "And I love you." He said.

I don't think he planned it that way, but he bent down and kissed me on the lips. It started out as a brotherly kiss, but something came over me and I kissed him back. I knew it was wrong, I think Adam did too. As we broke apart, Adam had a questioning look on his face, but all those dreams and fantasies came rushing back into my mind. I put my finger on his lips, quieting his unspoken question. When I saw him smile, I replaced my finger with another kiss. A passionate kiss. It finally dawned on both of us what we were doing. We had the door open and we were sitting on the floor looking through one of his schoolbooks when the rest of the family came upstairs for the night. 

It was several days before we found time to be alone again.

"So, did your new panties work as good as mine?" I asked. 

"Yes they did, but..." Adam asked. 

"But what?" I asked.

"I, I mean, well." He stammered.

"Well what?" I asked again.

"I tried them on." He said.

"Oh I wish I could have of seen that." I said smiling.

"If you promise not to laugh, I'll show you." Adam whispered.

"Of course I won't laugh. You change and I'll be right back." I promised.

While Adam was slipping into his new undies, I went back to my room. I had been thinking about what I was going to do and as I closed my door, I made up my mind. I got undressed, brushed my hair and got out my matching panties. I slipped them on. I put on my bathrobe and went back to Adam's room. When Adam let me in, I saw he had on a bathrobe too. 

"Ready?" he asked. 

"Sure, lets see." I said. 

When Adam took off his robe, I could plainly see he was already getting an erection. 

"Is that because of the panties, or is that because of me?" I teased. 

Adam looked down at his growing hard on, and as he did, I slipped off my robe. I'll admit that I was a bit pink from excitement myself, but when I saw Adam's face, I knew it was worth it. I don't think that he had ever seen me in just my underwear, and here I was wearing just a pair of sheer panties just like the ones he was wearing. Adam's eyes got very big and his mouth hung open. I felt my nipples getting hard as Adam stared at my naked breasts. Like Adam, I have a trim, tight body. My breasts are 32b and I try to stay in shape by running and swimming. 

Adam just stood there. Well, if he wasn't going to do anything, I sure was. I wanted another kiss. I dropped my robe and stepped close to him. I put my head back and stretched up to kiss his lips. I felt Adam's tongue trying to get into my mouth. I felt his hands exploring my ass. I felt my nipples pressing into his chest. I felt his cock pressing into my tummy. When we stepped apart, we were both panting. 

"Oh Evie, what are we doing?" Adam almost cried. 

"We are kissing." I said. "And, as soon as we can find a place to be really alone, we are going to make love." 

"Yes we are." Adam said, "Yes we are." 

It took weeks to carefully arrange time to be alone and weeks longer to figure out a way to be together. We both agreed to keep things 'normal' until we could be alone and decide what to do. What we were planning was immoral and illegal. One evening, we met at the library and found a secluded park bench in the little park surrounding the entrance. 

"Do you really want to go through with this?" Adam asked. 

"Don't you?" I said. 

"Evie, I've wanted to make love to you for a long time, but you're my sister for Gods sakes." "I've watched you grow up, I've fantasized about you, I've seen you develop into a beautiful young lady," Adam admitted. "But I never dreamed that this would happen, that you would feel the same way."

"I do." I said. 

"I feel exactly the same way. I've masturbated thinking about you. I want you to be the first."

"You're still a virgin?" Adam asked. 

"Yes." I think I blushed. 

We had to wait for the end of the month. Partly because of my monthly girl problems, and partly trying to think of a good reason for both of us to be away. The answer turned out to be simpler than we thought. Adam was transferring from community college to the university and I needed to decide which school I was going to attend after I finished. We'll go together Adam told our folks. I can get settled in and Evie can check out the college with her girlfriends. I can watch out for her and get her a place to stay for a few days. Mom and dad agreed and we made plans. The following week we packed up Adam's car and left for the university, and much, much more. 

Adam had arranged for a small, off campus apartment. The first day was busy with settling in, registering for classes and tours of the university. By that evening we were both tired. We decided on sleep. We spent our first night in the same bed sleeping. But in the morning, with nothing much to do, it was a different story. 

I woke up with Adam softly massaging my back. I rolled over and out lips met. 

"Oh Evie, I love you so much." Adam whispered. 

"I love you too." I said. 

I felt Adam's hand move between us as he gently caressed my breasts. He pinched my nipples ever so softly and lowered his lips to my neck. Soon he was sucking on my nipples and I started moaning as I felt a tingling all through my young body. Adam continued licking and kissing as he slowly worked his way lower. I raised my hips to help him slips my pajama bottoms off and for the first time in my life, I was on a bed, naked with a man. Adam kissed my tummy and his fingers traced a path down between my legs. I'm afraid that by that time I was more than a little wet. When he found my clitty I shuttered with expectation. When I felt Adam shift his body lower on the bed, I knew what was coming. His tongue followed the same path that his fingers had traced a few moments before. I could feel his hot breath as he lowered his mouth on my vagina. I gripped the bed sheets as my body shuttered again and as his tongue explored, and he sucked on my clitty, I felt the first sensations of an approaching orgasm. It built up slowly. This wasn't the same as when I masturbated. This was much more intense. I squeezed my thighs together and I heard myself moaning in pleasure. The orgasm rose higher and higher, deep in my body. I felt it coming, like a runaway roller coaster. Faster and faster, higher and higher. Until...it picked me up and carried me on the crest. When it finally hit, I couldn't speak, my throat was dry. My body was shaking and my legs felt like rubber. After a few minutes I opened my eyes to see Adam smiling down at me. 

"Thank you, I've never felt anything like that before." I said, barely able to speak. 

I heard Adam say, "When you feel up to it, we'll go out and get something to eat."

It took almost an hour for me to start feeling normal again. Adam followed me into the bathroom and he helped me wash my hair in the shower. Eventually we got dressed and went out to a small breakfast café and had brunch. We drove to the university and walked around the campus for a while. Adam showed me where some of his classes would be. We met a couple of my friends from high school who were touring the college and stopped to chat. I thought it was funny that Adam didn't show any real interest in them. These two girls are very pretty. Both cheerleaders and used to having boys drool over them. Adam was polite, courteous and attentive, but didn't seem to notice that they were girls. At the time I thought it was because of our new activities and me. It was almost dark when we got back to Adam's apartment. 

As soon as the door closed behind us, Adam came up behind me, put his arms around me and gave me a hug. He pushed my hair out of the way and started kissing my neck like he had been doing earlier. I stood there, enjoying the moment. Adam unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off my shoulders. He stepped back to unhook my bra and that too slipped off. His hands cupped my breasts and he teased my nipples with his fingers, all the while still kissing my neck. I helped him pull down my jeans and panties and slowly turned around to face him. My head went back and he bent down to kiss me. When our lips met, it was as if an electric shock went through my body. A pleasant tingling that I felt all the way to my toes. I knew what was coming, and my body was more than ready. This is what I had dreamed about, fantasized about and prayed for. Adam stepped back and pulled off his shirt. I helped him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. As they fell to the follow, I could see that he was wearing the panties I had bought for him. The ones that had started our adventure. Adam's cock was straining the front of the panties as his erection grew. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I sat on the bed and reached out to touch him. I used my finger to gently trace the outline of his penis. I could see it getting bigger and it seemed to pulse with a life of it's own. Adam guided my hands, urging me to slip the panties off. I was now face to face with Adam's cock. 

I looked up and confessed, "I don't know what to do." 

Adam smiled down at me and asked, "What to do want to do?" 

I didn't answer. I knew what I wanted to do. I leaned forward and kissed the head. Before I realized it, I had the head of my brother's cock in my mouth. It felt so natural. I started to suck and I heard Adam softly moaning. But then he pulled away. Did I do something wrong? I looked up again and Adam was still smiling. 

"Not that way, not the first time." He said. 

We stretched out on the bed and Adam started kissing me again. I closed my eyes. He kissed my lips, my ears and my neck. He kissed my belly and the inside of my thighs. He kissed me everywhere. And he stopped. I opened my eyes and saw him kneeling between my legs slipping a condom over his erection. I closed my eyes again. I felt him squirt something wet around the lips of my vagina. I felt him lay on top of me, supporting himself on his hands and arms. He leaned down and we kissed again. A long, deep kiss. I felt him start to move his hips and I felt his cock on my belly. He moved again and his cock slid down towards my vagina. I raised my knees and hips and I felt his penis massaging my clitty. And then it was starting to enter me. Slowly Adam pushed again. 

"Take a deep breath." Adam said, and as I did the head of his cockhead slipped inside me. 

Now he started moving his hips in a rhythmic tempo. His cock went deeper with each small thrust. I put my arms around him and pulled him as close as I could. 

"Ready?" he whispered. 

"Oh yes." I almost pleaded, "Oh yes."

Adam pushed, harder than before, and I could feel every inch of his cock slipping into me. He pulled out a little and pushed back in. Again and again. Each stroke a little longer. I was being fucked for the first time. Fucked by my brother. Without stopping, Adam's mouth found mine and we kissed for the first time as lovers. 

With each stroke, I could feel an orgasm building. I told Adam that I was starting to get close, and he slowed down. When I started to relax, he would increase his thrusting again. He kept me on the edge, making the pleasure last. How he controlled his own orgasm I'll never know, but he did. Each time he slowed down, he would press on my clit and the cycle would start again. 

"Please let me cum." I begged. 

Adam started thrusting harder. I knew he must be close to cumming himself. And then we were there. We rode that roller coaster together. Adam collapsed next to me on the bed. We were both gasping and our hearts were racing. I remember Adam holding my face in his hands and kissing me. I felt him pull the blankets over us, and I slept. I woke up around one in the morning. I went to the bathroom and crawled back in bed next to Adam. Next to my lover, next to my brother, and slept again. 

In the morning, my friends stopped by to pick me up. Adam carried my bag out to their car and gave me a brotherly kiss on the cheek. Neither one of us would ever be the same again.



Brotherly Love



It was one of those days that I wished that I was blessed with the power of divination, of foresight. We are all blessed with the power of hindsight, of being able to look back at the past, and to recognise that moment when the decision that we made would have devastating consequences. Sometime in the future I would recognise that this was to be one of those days. Instead of ignoring the insistent clamour of my alarm clock and going back to sleep, I dragged my sorry arse out of bed and staggered into the day and my future.

What did I have to look forward to today? A job that I disliked with a passion, with a company that I hated even more, a job that had no future for advancement, and no recognition of the effort that I put into it. And do you know why I should think this? It wasn't so much that I hated the job, as jobs go it wasn't bad. It wasn't so much that I hated the company, as companies go it was reasonably successful and my fellow workers were a pleasant enough bunch. It was my boss, who just happened to be my brother, and who, in that supercilious, condescending manner that I had come to despise, never let me forget that it was his sense of familial duty that forced him to offer it to me, to save me from the wreckage of my life at the time. "You should be grateful for this job, in your state of mind at the time no-one else would have hired you." Was a common enough phrase that was inserted into our conversations on a regular basis.

Brother Henry was the smart one in the family, at least that's what I was always told. Okay, so I wasn't the genius of the family, I'll give him that much, but then, I wasn't an imbecile either. I got by at school, doing just enough to pass my subjects because I didn't see the point in making the supreme effort to get higher grades. Henry made the effort, he studied all the time and got good grades, something he made the point of pointing out to our parents. So, of course he went to university to study Business Administration so that he could take over the running of the family business when Father retired. I was sent off to work in the building industry as a tradesman. Because of the limitations and the fluctuations in the building industry, I decided that I should get into a part of the trade that I could rely on for a steady, but not spectacular income. I did courses to become a Building Inspector.

While I was studying I worked my way up to a supervisory role in the company for which I worked. The business was steady and the money was good, so I sat on my qualifications as something to fall back on if there was a down-turn in the industry.

I had an active social life, and this included an active sexual life. This came to a screeching halt when my lady de jour announced that, despite my taking precautions on top of her being on the pill, she was pregnant. I would have liked to have met the little sperm that had managed to squirm through the walls of a condom and survive the chemical intricacies of the pill, he was some amazing sperm.

Anyway, we, Robyn and I, got married and some months later I was presented with a son, Julian. Then, a respectable time later a daughter, Phoebe. Life wasn't spectacularly happy, but it was good most of the time. The exception was at family gatherings where my imperfections were trotted out, by brother of course, for the world to see. I hated them, and I hated my brother.

Life drifted on for years before I noticed something creeping into the increasing number of the disagreements that Robyn and I were having. "Why can't you be more like your brother?" 

"For fuck's sake, I don't want to be like him. I would not like to hate myself as much as I hate him."

It all came to a head when the company that I worked for went belly up due to that major financial melt-down that dragged the construction industry with it.

I had been out of work for a month and the prospects were disappearing as fast as an ice block in the desert. "Why can't you be more like Henry?" Robyn said one morning after I'd folded the newspaper employment pages. "His company isn't affected by this down-turn."

"His company might not be, but the contractors that he employs are. By using contractors rather than having his own tradesmen, he has cut his overheads down dramatically. His company is nothing more than a project management company. He wouldn't know what is involved in actually building something."

"You of course know it all, but if no-one can afford to build, this does you no good at all."

"If you think that Henry is so wonderful, then maybe you should have married him instead of me."

In hindsight that wasn't a very smart thing to say, because a week later she announced that she was leaving me to shack up with Henry, who was 'between wives' at the time. 

How is it then that I find myself working for him? Financially I had no option. With no possibility of finding another job in the foreseeable future, I took his offer of a job. Maybe he was feeling a little guilty because of Robyn and the kids, but I don't think so, guilt would presuppose that he was capable of some sort of emotion. So for the past year I have swallowed my pride and gone to work every day and carried out my duties to the best of my ability.

My job is to conduct on-site audits of the works in progress. We have a couple of large government contracts that have kept us quarantined from the GFC, and its contraction of the building industry. Now normally such contracts are looked upon as 'cash cows' and could be relied on to bolster our finances. In the past it had been a common practise for contractors to drip-price contracts with variations and extras not accounted for in the original pricing. But, with the new level of transparency in these government projects, builders cannot afford to cut costs and use materials that do not comply with the engineer's specifications. Part of my job is to take all product supply invoices and check them against specifications. Another part is to carry out on-site inspections to ensure that work carried out is within acceptable tolerances and to specifications. I get my job wrong, and Henry will lose any chance of future contracts from the government.

When I go on-site I take my Personal Assistant with me. I found that the old method used, before my time, was both time consuming and impractical. To make notes while on-site and then have to explain it all to my PA was so inefficient I was surprised that it had gone on for so long. Sasha had a quick eye for discrepancies in invoices that left me free to concentrate more on the hands-on side of things. She was also handy in that, being very easy on the eye, she was looked on by site personnel as light weight, and inconsequential eye candy. Nothing could be further from the truth, she was worth her salary just in the things that she had picked up. Apart from being easy on the eye she was a very pleasant work companion, and we are contemplating on, when we can work out how to do this without the world at large noticing, her moving in with me. Yes we are lovers and have been for the past month.

Sasha smiled at me as I walked into my office. "His holiness wishes to see you ASAP."

"Any ideas?"

"There's a new project due to start in a couple of weeks, that's possibly it."

I rested my hand on her shoulder and she placed hers on mine. "Wish me luck." She squeezed my hand. With reluctance I withdrew my hand and headed for the halls of power.

"He'll see you in a minute." Janice, his PA told me when I walked in to the outer sanctum. This was his usual practise, keeping me waiting while he did nothing but keep me waiting. I sat and waited, and waited. "Robert, come in." His seemingly disembodied head said from around the door. Again the usual practise, he was standing, I was seated, he was higher than me and therefore the superior one.

"We have a new project due to start in two weeks. Now," Here it comes, he's going to tell me that he had to come in low with his estimate due to interstate contractors wanting to move into our turf, just to keep their workforce occupied. "We have priced low on this job because we need this contract. If we can bring this in on time and within budget it could lead to more contracts from this source. This is your department, and I don't need to tell you that there is a lot riding on this. Don't let me down, is that understood."

"When have I ever let you down." A reasonable enough statement, given my track record to date.

He had this thing where he raised one eyebrow, it was his way of questioning my statement without actually coming out with it. The result was the same, it confirmed my loathing towards him. I left with as much dignity as I could muster.

"You were right, as usual." I said to Sasha as I sat behind my desk. "We have a new project and he has quoted low and wants me to bail him out."

"These just arrived." She had the plans and specs for the new project in her hand.

"Spread them out and let's see what miracles we'll have to perform this time."

"Jesus Christ." When Sasha begins a statement in this manner it doesn't bode well. "He's priced this using last year's cost schedule and hasn't inserted a price increase clause. We're behind the eight ball before we start. It can't be done, and when we fail he has the perfect scapegoat for that failure. What can we do about it?"

"I'm asking myself, why the fuck is he doing this? There has to be a reason."

"The reason would have to be financial, although I can't see why he would want the company to be devalued if he's going to sell it off. You would think that a healthy profit sheet would be more important."

"Unless . . . ." I was thinking that not even he would be that much of a bastard. "Unless he's going to pull a fiddle to cut his exposure to his upcoming divorce settlement from his soon to be ex."

"How would that work?"

"Well, if the company is showing a predicted heavy loss at the time of the settlement her share would be worth peanuts. He could sell it to a consortium that he forms in someone else's name and after the divorce goes through he buys it back for an agreed amount, making a profit into the bargain."

"But, if the company is predicted to make a loss, how is he going to make it profitable?"

"What if, the price that he has given us, based on last year's numbers, isn't the actual quote price, but the real one is a kite price." Note: Kite prices refers to the practise of 'flying kites'. That is issuing a statement with a price much higher than the real price. When there is opposition to this quoted price, it is revisited and the price is adjusted to one that is slightly higher than the break-even price, one that the market will bear, and one that still provides a respectable profit margin is released. The opponents of the original, or kite, price think that they have had a win, when in fact they have not. If you can, in some way get the company or department to accept this kite price you stand to make millions. "As the project progresses and we fall further behind the quote price he has someone to blame, me. After the settlement, he can fire me and bring someone else in who can magically turn around the company's fortunes and make a profit. In the mean time he has bought the company back."

"Do you think that he would do something like that?"

"Of course he would. He has two other ex-wives that must be costing him a fortune, add this one to the mix and he would have to turn a healthy profit just to break even. This is not something that he would be used to."

"So, if this is the case, how can we counter it, and would it be possible to turn it to our advantage?"

"I think so. Can you get me the company's balance sheets for the past year, and then get me a list of the suppliers, I want to talk with them, and while you're at it, I need costings on all of the materials on that schedule, last year's and this year's, I need to compare them."

We spent the rest of the day huddled in my office, and gradually a plan began to form. I made several phone calls and arranged several meetings for the following day. Sasha would have to hold the fort for the day.

"Rob," Sasha had a worried look on her face. "I need to talk." Now I had a worried look, whenever she needed to talk it meant that she was worried about something important.

Hours later we were seated in a restaurant with a meal in front of us. I took another mouthful of succulent steak and spoke around it. "What's bothering you?"

"When I was put in the position as your PA, I was working under instructions from Henry."

"Say no more, he asked you to keep an eye on me and make sure that somewhere down the line I made a ginormous stuff-up. He probably wanted me to get comfortable in your efficiency and accept your figures as gospel, and base what I did around them. And when I was totally accepting of your work, you were to slip in a set of false figures, and I would be blamed. He would then fire me and be able to tell Robyn that I was useless as an employee, just as I was useless as a husband."

"Something like that, how did you guess?"

"I know my brother, he's a past master at this sort of sleaze."

"So what do I do? He is after all my big boss."

"You behave as normal. Don't worry, everything is under control." I didn't know whether I could trust her with the knowledge of the results of my meetings today, not yet at least, I had one more test for her before I knew that I could fully trust her. What I hoped would happen was for her to stop reporting to Henry. I told her that, as things stood, we could, with a little creativity, squeak in under budget, but let any one thing go wrong and then we wouldn't manage it. If she reported this to Henry, then he would make sure that something went wrong, she would be ordered to sabotage my efforts. I would watch everything that she did for any sign that she was following Henry's orders and not working with me on this.

We held meetings with the guy who would site manage the project, making it clear to him that he would have to keep a tight rein on the contractors, and at the first sign of any problems, he was to contact me. I had worked with him before on projects, and was confident that he would run a tight ship.

As usual Henry held a press conference to announce the start of the new project. There was the ceremonial turning of the first sod, by our state Premier, with a gold spade, and a speech about how this project was an important part of the state's infrastructure, and predicting with confidence that it would be finished on time and within budget. "I have my best team on this project, so I don't anticipate any problems." He enthused for the cameras. Standing in the background, talking to Robyn, was the CEO of an interstate construction consortium. Interesting, very interesting.

Sasha and I partook of the celebratory cucumber sandwich and glass of cheap bubbly before returning to the office. "Well, It's all go from here." I said to her as we sat at my desk attempting to wash the taste of the cheap bubbly from our mouths. 'We have the construction time line here, what I want to do is to meet with the contractors before they come on stream, we need to clarify our position to them."

"I'll get onto them straight away." She left to call them, and arrange a meeting for tomorrow.

"What is the big secret?" She asked me. "You haven't told me anything about your meetings with the suppliers the other day."

"You will know soon enough."

"Don't you trust me?" She was concerned.

"Yes, I trust you, implicitly, but I have put a proposal to the suppliers and I'm waiting for them to get back to me with their compliance." What I haven't told her is that I am waiting to see if Henry contacts them to see what the arrangements are. If he does, then I know not to trust her. "As soon as that happens, I will tell you." If she tells Henry that I have some arrangement with the suppliers, and that she is unable to find out what it is, he will contact them directly to find out for himself, if he doesn't, she's in the clear. I'll know within a couple of days.

"Thank you all for coming in this morning." I addressed the contractors. "This project is going to be different from those that you have been involved in earlier, in that we have selected the suppliers that you will use for your materials. The reason for this is that we have given each of them a copy of the time line and the Quantity Surveyor's materials list. We have also given them a delivery requirement window so that they can ensure that all of the materials are in stock and ready for delivery at the times needed. They have also agreed to a fixed price for the materials, there will be no price increases over the construction time. These suppliers have guaranteed delivery as required, there are penalties involved in any failure to honour that guarantee. Any questions?"

"Yes, what if we have already made arrangements with other suppliers, will we be forced to change and use your recommended suppliers?"

"I think that you'll find that the suppliers that we have chosen for each of you will be the ones that you already use. We've just come to an arrangement that will benefit both you and them." That seemed to pacify them. The contracts that you have signed have time penalties built into them. We have been generous with our time windows, so if you fall behind you had better have a fucking good excuse, because you will not only hold up your phase of the project, but there will be a follow-on effect with the whole project. I need to remind you that the contract has a finish date that is set in concrete and if we don't bring it in on time it will cost us a shit load of money, and if it costs us, those costs will be passed on the the offending contractor."

I took Sasha out to dinner to celebrate the start of the new project, and, although she wasn't to know this, because I was now certain that I could trust her. After dinner I took her home and she invited me in for a nightcap. And yes we made love, several times, I surprised myself with my stamina almost as much as I surprised her. 

"Wow, what brought that on?" She asked as I withdrew from her.

"I don't know, just me feeling good about us, that's all, and the fact that I love you."

"I love you too." She kissed me. "Are you staying the night or are you going to crawl off like a thief in the night?"

"No-one can ever accuse me of being a thief."

"I take it from that, that you're staying then?"

I kissed her and held her tightly for several minutes. "Does that answer your question?"

"Mmmm, yes. Goodnight Darling."

We toured the site as soon as the site office had been set up and the tower crane bedded down. The site works were in progress, earthmoving equipment was scurrying back and forth across the site, surveyors were placing datum pegs around for each of the buildings, trucks were spreading the road base that would be compacted, and form the base for the concrete rafts on which the buildings will sit.

"Everything set up here?" I asked George the site Manager.

"Yes, we have power, we have IT cabling in place and computers set up, and we have lift-off."

"We also have a problem." I had noticed Henry standing on the far side of the site talking to a man. "We can expect problems with the unions." I pointed across the site.

"We have already spoken to the unions and assured them of 100% membership."

"I still think that I need to have a polite chat to him." Henry had left and the organizer was striding purposefully across the site. He didn't notice me as he came through the door without knocking. He was just about to launch into his demands when I cut him short. "Hamish, I might have known that you'd be here first thing."

"Robert, I didn't see you there." His voice carried with it faint traces of a north of England accent that he inherited from his father, a well known union organizer of the past.




Brotherly Love



"Would you mind stepping outside for a few minutes?" I didn't wait for his answer. "Now before you say anything, let me tell you how this site will work. I am responsible for the over-all running of this project, not Henry, so you can forget about any arrangements you have with him. If you have any problems on site, you will raise them with George in the first instance. He will sort the matter out if possible, if not he will report to me. Years ago my ex-wife asked me why I was doing all of those stupid courses, and I told her that there would be moments when they would come in handy. This happens to be one such moment. As you are aware I am a qualified Building Inspector, and my job here is to ensure that all matters relating to the specifications are adhered to. I am also a qualified Occ. Health and Safety Inspector, and as such I have to ensure that all issues concerned with OH&S are complied with. If you have any problems with any of the individual contractors on this site, you are to bring them, firstly to George's notice and, if they cannot be resolved at that level, to me. When this project is completed, if it is brought in ahead of schedule, there will be production bonuses all round, including you. If, however, there are any malicious industrial actions brought by you, or any other union organiser, you can not only kiss those bonuses good-bye, but punitive legal action will be brought against the union concerned. If you're unsure what that means, it is a claim against the union concerned to recover all lost time and, if that involves the implementation of time penalties on the contract, the cost of those as well. Do I make myself clear?" I gave him no time to answer. "We will run this site in a completely professional manner, and bring this project in ahead of schedule. As a result we'll all be happy little vegemites. Any problems, and life will become very miserable for the culprit. I look forward to working closely with you."

For once in his life Hamish was at a loss for words, for fully thirty seconds. "I didn't know that you would be running this project."

"I find that hard to believe since I saw you talking to my wonderful brother over the other side of the site. Now, you should go back to him and inform him that your hands are tied on this site." He left.

"You came in hot and strong with him, I've never seen him so meek and mild." George said.

"I believe in being up-front with guys like him. He now knows where we both stand, and there will be no surprises down the track, I hope."

"How are we going to pay bonuses?" Sasha asked as we drove from the site and headed back to the office.

"I have a rabbit up my sleeve. I'll explain when we get back to the office."

"Okay, what have you got planned?" She was sitting on my desk, her beautiful thighs enticingly close to my hand.

"You know how I went to see the suppliers the other day?" My hand had found her thigh, not that it was hiding from it. I cast a quick look around to see if anyone was interested in us, the other staff couldn't care less.

"Yes." Her thighs opened just a little.

"Well, I cut a deal with them. They were all caught out when the industry crashed and were left with a huge inventory that they couldn't shift in a hurry, and their creditors calling out for payment. So I agreed to buy all the gear that we'd need at a premium. They get rid of the stuff that they couldn't shift, and the banks off their backs, and I got it cheaper than last years prices, much cheaper." I was finding it extremely difficult to keep my mind on what I was saying.

"And here I was thinking that Henry had the brains in the family." Her eyes were closed as my fingers brushed her panties, her moist panties.

"Not a word of this to anyone. When the invoices begin to come in you'll notice that they will be for this year's prices. I want him to think that I am rapidly getting deeper into the red with no chance of saving the day. What will happen is that there will be separate accounts for this project, Henry's and ours. Ours will be kept in a safe place where he can't find them. I want to see his face when he realises that he has been shafted big time. Christ Sasha, it is getting increasingly difficult to keep my hands off you."

"I'm having a hard time stopping myself from ravishing you tight here on your desk. I think that we should give ourselves an early mark and go home to your place, it's closer than mine."

"We'd better leave separately, we don't want people talking now, do we?"

"Heaven forbid that a rumour should start concerning us." She saw the look on my face. "Oh alright, I'll go first, I'll take some files with me to make it look as if I'm taking work home with me." She grabbed a copy of the engineers specs and left.

I waited a respectable time before leaving myself. "If anyone should call looking for me, take a message and I'll contact them in the morning." I told the receptionist. "I have an appointment at . . ." I looked at my watch. "Shit, in ten minutes. Gotta scramble, see you."

I wasn't lying, I did have an appointment, one with a beautiful, sexy, and very sensual young woman called Sasha, who had just enough time to change into something that made her look even more sensual before I arrived home. I silently thanked myself for giving her a key. It was a little black see-through number that, even if I couldn't see through it, wouldn't have hidden anything, The sheer black panties were just as ineffective as a cover-up, but very effective in other ways. She chuckled to herself, in that deep throaty way that I found so sexy, as I swept her off her feet and carried her to our bed.

Minutes, or was it hours later, we paused long enough to replenish our energy stocks. "You are a wicked woman." I whispered to her after the resumption of our lovemaking. "I mean that in a positive way, You have the power to take my mind completely off the misery that has been my life to date, and to focus on what I have to do to make you happy for the next hundred years."

"In a hundred years all that we'll be able to do is to sit in our rocking chairs and think back to moments like this and wish that we had the stamina to still do it."

"Yeah, but being able to think about it will be enough to make us smile. We can be happy with our memories."

"Which dress?" She stood in the doorway as I worked on breakfast, a dress in each hand, two of the several that took up some space in my closet. I pointed the butter knife at the one in her left hand. "Okay." She slipped it on. "Do me up." I wiped my hands and pulled the zip up and she went back to the bedroom to finish dressing. Seeing her next to naked when I got home last night was a turn-on, but her appearance as she walked into the kitchen ran a close run second. It was no wonder that site personnel creamed their jeans whenever we visited a site.

"You look almost indecent, you know that, don't you?"

"For you I'm indecent, for anyone else I'm out of reach." She kissed me to reinforce that statement.

"We'd better stop this or we'll never get to work on time. I'm expecting an order to appear before our lord and master as soon as we get in."

"Why would he do that?"

"Hamish would have gone back to him yesterday and told him that I had left them no wriggle room for industrial turmoil. Henry is counting on it."

"You are going to have to sit down with me and tell me what you know about Henry and his devious methods, and I'll tell you what I know."

"While I'm in with him this morning, could you clear the decks for the rest of the morning and we'll compare notes about him."

"This morning might not be long enough."

We only just managed to get to work on time and I had no sooner sat down when the phone rang. "Guess what?"

"The man has requested my immediate presence in his office. Tell Janice that I'm on my way."

"It isn't her on the line, it's him. Please don't get angry with him."

"I'm beyond angry, don't worry, I won't deck him or yell at him. Deep breath, keep calm, deep breath, keep calm."

"Go. Get out of here and find out what he wants." I went.

Henry was waiting for me, no keeping me waiting this morning. "What the hell are you trying to pull here?"

"I am just doing the job for which you pay me, nothing more, nothing less. You have asked me to bring this job in on schedule and under budget, and I am giving it my best shot, which, considering I have my hands tied behind my back is near as damn it to impossible."

"What do you mean?"

"The contract that you negotiated is like a millstone around my neck. Because we are locked in to last year's price schedule for materials, we are between five and ten percent behind the eight ball before we even start. There have been no allowances for any holdups, no allowances for inclement weather, or industrial actions. My job here is that close to impossible that I get the feeling that you want me to fail. If I didn't know better I would say that this is your attempt to prove to Robyn that you really are better than me. She isn't having doubts, is she?" His expression confirmed it. The one thing that I have known about him for some time now, is his inability to maintain that initial good impression he makes. His bullshit wears off over time, hence the two and a half ex-wives, and the lover losing interest. Stiff shit I say, my life is suddenly looking good in comparison. I left him still thinking about what I'd said, and before he remembered what he was going to say to me.

An idea was galloping through my head as I walked back to my office. Sasha handed me a coffee as I walked past her and followed me in. "Well, how did it go?"

"First things first. The contract for this project that he has given me, I don't think that it is the real one. I think this is one that he has cobbled together to scuttle me, and when I go down he will lose it and produce the real one, the one that is priced at today's prices and has allowances for inclement weather and industrial disputes. It will also have a contract price considerably higher than that shown on this one, one big enough to cover the kick-backs that he has promised the Department Head who has approved this. He has a clause in it that allows him contingency funding to cover industrial disputes as long as he can show that he was in no way responsible for them. The contractors will of course be responsible, and he will step in and broker a settlement and come out of it as some sort of hero. Can you find me the original contract documents?"

"I can try. What has started this line of thought?"

"I remember that when he first took over this company, Father had told him that the one thing that he should ensure was to maintain the status of 'Designated Contractor' for government contracts. 'This is a license to print money' he was told, 'lose that and you'll struggle. Paying off the right people is essential, but it has to be hidden, this is your priority, the contracts will take care of themselves.' I had forgotten about that conversation until now. It seems as if my talk with Hamish yesterday may have thrown a cat amongst the pigeons, by offering him a bonus if the project came in on time I had effectively cut off his access to kickbacks from Henry."

"But how can we do anything about it without hurting the company and ourselves?"

"I don't know, I'll need to think this through. First off, if we can get a copy of that contract it will give us an idea of what we're dealing with."

"I'll get right on it." She went back to her desk and picked up the phone. While she talked she cranked up her computer, and whoever she was talking to was leading her through a menu that saw her accessing files that I had never seen before, I have never dealt with PDF files before. With a smile on her face she came back in with several sheets that she had taken from her printer, the original contract documents, signed, sealed and delivered by Henry and James Robinson, the CEO of the department that controlled Public Works. The bottom line was stratospheric compared to figures that I had been given to work with, the contingency budget was almost as big as I had been given. Someone, more than some one was getting very rich from all of this, and my decision was whether or not to try and stop it. If I was successful it would be the demise of the company. If I didn't, could I still work for Henry knowing what he was doing and costing the tax-payer? The short answer to that is 'no'. So, whatever I may do, it will almost surely mean me being out of a job yet again.

Sasha saw me deflate before her very eyes. "What is it?"

"How would you feel, being out of a job?"

"That bad huh?"

"Yes, it's that bad, it doesn't matter which way I jump, I'll end up in a pile of shit." 

"What can I do to help?"

"I need to find a way to kill off Henry's cash cow without involving the company. Any bright ideas?"

"Firstly, I don't care much what you do, if it means that you and I are without a job because of this, then I would rather be out of work with you than in work without you, so whatever you are going to do, I am in it with you. The next thing is to see if there is some way that we can find out if this is a corporate fraud or one of Henry's own personal fiddles, and I think I know how I can manage that, It will mean bringing someone in on this, someone that I know that I can trust not to spill his guts, but who, with the proper inducements, and I don't mean money, will be willing to do things that might not be legal, in fact I know that they're not."

"Who is this person?"

"My IT friend who gained me access to Henry's personal computer."

"Let's do what we have to. Once we get the information we can then make an decision as to how we react."

"You know Rob, darling Rob, I have this enormous sense of relief. As time went by I was becoming more and more depressed at having to report back to Henry on what you were doing so that he could undermine you. In the beginning I was loyal to him because he told me that he thought that you were working against him. because your wife had left you for him and you were blaming him for it. He told me that you were entirely to blame for her leaving you, but couldn't see it, and that he only gave you this job out of a sense of loyalty. I have come to realise that he has some weird concept of loyalty. I feel like the rat that left the sinking ship. I'm standing on the pier, not giving a shit about the captain of the ship but feeling some remorse for the passengers. Enough of this deep and meaningful crap, we have work to do."

"Okay, we need to get access to his banking records to see if we can establish a link between him and the Department head who makes the project decisions. I have a feeling that the money won't be going into his normal account, so we have to look for a hidden account, he may even be using Robyn to channel his funds into payments to the Departmental head, Hamish, and probably an offshore tax haven."

"If he has transferred funds electronically we could try to find a link between funds going in and out of his accounts, and deposits into the other accounts."

"Do you think that your friend can come up with that information?"

"If he can't then no-one can."

"We can't do this here, all computer traffic goes through the company's server. Our computers are hooked up to the company's network, so he could quite easily check up on what we are doing." I said. "I think that we should buy us a laptop that is separate from this network and work from home."

"When you say home, do you mean your place or mine?"

"How would you feel about it being mine?"

"How would I feel?" She came to me and put her arms around my neck and pulled my face to hers. The kiss lasted until there was a knock on my door. She took her lips away and we turned to face Janice.

"I hate to break up this tender moment, but Henry wants to see you Sasha. I tried buzzing you but you didn't answer, and now I can see why."

"What does he want, do you have any idea?" Sasha asked.

"No, but it doesn't sound good."

Sasha followed Janice to Henry's office. "What the fuck do you think that you're doing?" Henry was angry.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't come the innocent with me young lady, you are supposed to be feeding him wrong information so that he fucks up, but what are you doing? I haven't heard from you in over a week and now he's gone and screwed up my arrangement with the unions."

"What arrangement? If I'm to be effective I need to know what you are doing so that I can either steer him away from interfering or arrange for him to do something to exacerbate the situation. I'm not a mind reader, I don't know what your plans are other than to make him look bad. Give me something to work with here, or get someone else." She was going out on a limb here, but by taking the initiative she has lessened the chances of Henry replacing her, she hoped.

"I've noticed you getting a little friendly with him, what's the story there? You are fucking him, aren't you?"

"Yes. I felt that I should not repulse his advances if and when he made them, it would look strange if I did, so I'm going with the flow and getting closer to him, and winning his confidence, so that he will never suspect me when the shit hits the fan." Henry was not used to women talking like this to him and he didn't know how to handle it, if he pushed too hard she could have him up for harassment.

"I can't tell you everything that is going down. What I can tell you is that I have arranged it so that he fucks up big time on this project. I need you to keep an eye on him so that he doesn't twig to it."

"But if he fucks up, won't that affect the company?"

"No, and this is the clever bit, I have someone on stand-by ready to jump in and save the day, at the same time laying the blame for the fuck up solely at his feet. He will never worm out of having to carry the responsibility, and he'll never be able to work in this industry ever again. Then let's see his wife want to go back to him."

"So that's what this is all about? His wife is thinking of ditching you and going back to him."

"The bitch keeps telling me that she should never have left him."

"Then why doesn't she just leave?"

"I can't have that, I have ways of stopping her and she knows that. She can never leave me, but she can suffer for wanting to."

"Remind me never to get on your wrong side."

"You would do well to remember that, now get back to work and I want results."

"What did he want?" I asked her when she returned.

"If you hadn't told me what you thought he was going to do I would have said that you wouldn't believe me if I told you. You know your brother very well, and yes, he wants you to fuck up, and he has someone on stand-by to save the day and the company, and do you know why he's doing this? Knowing you I think that you've already worked that out, but let me see if you have."

"Robyn is giving him a hard time and telling him that she should never have left me and now he's jealous as hell of me and wants to crucify me so that he can hang on to her."

"Close with cigar. You did however leave out the bit about him needing her for some reason, and I think that you were also close to the mark when you suggested that he was using her to transfer funds."

"So, how can we prove it?"

"I'll talk to my mate eBola and see what he can come up with."

"eBola? Obviously a pseudonym, but how did he come up with that?"

"The 'E' part refers to electronic, and he was rather taken by the 'Plague' name given to the computer hacker in the Millennium trilogy, you know, 'The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo' etc., so he took the name of a real virus and turn it into an E virus. Thankfully he has a little better hygiene than that character."

"So, where do we start?"

"I think with Robyn. I'll get him to hack into her bank accounts and look for large unexplained payments going in and out. If he can decode the electronic account details we should be able to find the origins and destination of those transactions."




Brotherly Love



"Let's do it. Make the call, and then we go computer shopping."

An hour later we both stood and watched as 'eBola' set up our new computer and routed all internet and email traffic through his server. There was an impressive level of security including a random rolling password set up so that if Henry, or anyone he hired for the occasion, hacked our password and tried to remotely access our computer, it would shut it down and lock onto the remote computer used. We would not lose any data and eBola would be able to identify who it was that was trying to get into our system.

We called into the construction site on the way back to the office to establish our reason for being out of the office all morning.

"I don't know what you said to Hamish the other day, but I have never seen him so co-operative. We are already a day ahead of schedule, and we're still in the first week."

"I'm impressed. I noticed that all of the under floor services conduits are in place, when can we expect you begin the concrete pour?"

"Monday. We will also make a start on the external service connections to the sewer and stormwater drains and power to each of the buildings. As soon as the slab has cured and we are ready for the columns for the next level, there will be a power board in place for each building. The same applies for each level."

"Good. Now all that we have to do is to prevent Henry from interfering."

"Why would he want to interfere? It is his company after all."

"It's a long and involved story. The why doesn't concern you, just the how. Keep your eyes open at all times for little things like changes to parking restriction on surrounding roads that will catch the workers out and cost them shit loads of money. If you notice anything like that, let me know immediately so that I can take care of it."

"Will do. I'm glad that you're in charge of this site, and not some of the other Project Managers."

"If you don't mind me asking," Sasha said as we drove off-site. "But what made you think of that thing about the parking restrictions?"

"Past experience. I had a party years ago, and I didn't feel like asking him, so he got his revenge by applying to the council and getting them to whack parking restrictions in the vicinity of my place. Every guest got, not one but, several parking tickets, they were at the party for five hours and every half hour the Inspectors would do the rounds, booking them for overstaying the half hour parking restrictions."

"Ouch, that must have cost them."

"No, it cost me. Even though I was ignorant of the changes, I felt responsible, so I reimbursed them all for the fines."

"More and more I love this man." At the next red light she leaned over and kissed me. Her hand rested on my thigh, and even though she wasn't touching my cock, he was heading in her general direction. We parked in my designated space and we both concentrated on the notes that we had made, not because we needed to do anything with them, but so that I didn't have a raging boner when we walked inside. That would be too much information for the staff to handle.

"Where have you been?" Henry was waiting for our return.

"On site checking on progress and making sure that it was running on schedule."

"Did that take all morning?"

"No. I had to go home and collect a few things that I needed. Sasha came with me because it seemed pointless me going home and having to come back here to pick her up. Did I do something wrong?"

"No, but I would like to know where you are at all times."

"Henry, I am not a kid anymore, I am a responsible adult doing a responsible job. You do not need to be hanging over my shoulder all of the time."

He looked from one of us to the other. "I know why you went home. You two are fucking, aren't you?"

"If we are, and that is a big if, neither of us would think of doing it in work time, and what we do in our own time is of no business of yours."

He was getting just a little angry. "I'll trouble you to remember who it is that you are talking to. I am your boss and I demand that you treat me with the respect that that position deserves."

"Is that all? We have work to do, and we can't do it and talk to you at the same time."

Henry turned on his heels and stormed out of my office.

"I have never seen you this forceful with him, please, don't overdo it."

"I won't, the time for overdoing it will come soon enough."

"This is how I've imagined it to be." Sasha had just finished helping me cook us a meal. This would be the first time that we spent the entire night doing the husband and wife thing, and not just the making love. I have to admit that this meal was so much better than my solo efforts, or Robyn's solo efforts. She would not let me help.

After we had finished, we adjourned to my study to see what eBola had found out. He had been a busy little beaver, and the stuff that he had sent us was going to take some time to dissect and itemise for easy reading.

He had no trouble getting into Robyn's banking records, despite the supposed fool-proof encryption that the bank had in place. There had been several large amounts of undisclosed cash entering her accounts over the last eighteen months. So she and Henry had been colluding since before she had left me, another thing to punish him for. A couple of days after these funds had gone into the account, they had left, into three different accounts. "That one's Henry's private account, it's the one he used to pay me for spying on you." Sasha said.

"And I would hazard a guess that the other two belong to Hamish and James Robinson. I tell you what, these guys are doing very nicely out of this scam."

"So what are we going to do about it?" She asked.

"We wait for confirmation of the other two accounts and we take this to ICAC (Independent Commission Against Corruption) and see what they'll do about it."

"I don't think that they can do anything about it."

"Why not?" It was my turn to ask a question.

"Because the evidence that we give them has been illegally obtained."

"I would hope that they use it to carry out their own investigation."

"But as soon as they start to sniff around, Henry and his mates will probably transfer their money to Rarotonga or somewhere like that so that the local authorities can't touch them."

"So what do we do?"

Sasha looked at me with this wicked smile on her face, the one that meant that we would soon be involved in some serious love-making. "We can't do anything about it tonight, how do you suggest that we fill in our time?" Her voice was husky and her chuckle at the end of it was filled with so much sensuality that I made no attempt to fight off the inevitable. I stood up and drew her up after me. We met chest to chest, face to face and groin to groin. Her tongue enticed its way into my mouth, her nipples pressed into my chest and my cock made his hardened presence felt.

"Oh god, is it going to be like this every night?"

"You'd better believe it. Is that going to be a problem?"

"I wasn't complaining, in fact it's what I've dreamed of for ages." She reinforced this by grabbing him in a strangle hold and leading me, un-resisting, to our bed.

The morning brought with it some more information from eBola. He had traced the other two accounts, and it came as no surprise that they belonged to Hamish and James.

"We've got to go to ICAC with this. Henry is breaking the law, as are the other two, and we can't let them get away with it." Sasha said as we gathered the information together and placed it in a lockable file case. We would contact ICAC and arrange an appointment as soon as we got to work.

We arranged a lunch appointment with Rod MacPherson, an investigator from ICAC, at a 3 star (if it was lucky), out of the way Bistro. There was little likelihood of us being discovered, the ambience was atrocious, but the food made up for it. "So, what have you got for me?"

"Evidence of corruption on a massive scale, involving the company that we both work for, a government department and a Union Organiser. It involves millions of tax -payer dollars ending up in their bank accounts, some here and some, the larger 'some', off-shore."

"And you have proof of all of this?"

"Yes, but there is a slight problem with this evidence."

"And that is?"

"It was illegally obtained, only because we had no way of obtaining it legally, and without it you would have had no starting point for any investigation that you mount."

"We shall see. Show me what you have."

Sasha took the file case from her attaché case and handed it over. Rob skimmed through the first couple of pages. "Fuck. Pardon the French, but this is dynamite stuff you have here, and I'm not even going to ask you how you managed to obtain this. Leave this with me, I'll get a team onto it straight away. I'll keep you in the loop and hopefully we will be able to move forward on this in three or four weeks. In the mean time, tell no-one. Is that understood?"

"Yes, understood." We got up and left him studying the papers.

We had only been back in the office for thirty minutes when Sasha's phone rang. "Who? Okay send her in." She got up and came straight into my office. "You'll never guess who's on her way in."

"Robyn."

"How did you know? She's standing right behind me, isn't she?" She turned around. "Hi Robyn, it is Robyn, isn't it?"

"Yes it is. I would like to have a word with my husband, if that's all right with you."

"Sure, I'll leave you two to it." 

She turned to leave. "No, stay." I looked at the surprised Robyn, this would be the first time that I went against her wishes. "Sasha stays, she's as much involved in anything that we have to say as we are."

"So Henry was right, you two are lovers."

"Yes we are."

"I guess that is to be expected, after all I did leave you, and she is a very pretty girl." (Meow, she can be really catty when she wants to be.)

"What is it that you want to say to me?"

"I have this feeling that what I want to say is redundant. I was going to ask you if there was any possibility of you taking me and the kids back."

"The short answer to that is no. But this is not because I have no feelings for you, because I do, just not enough to want to live with you again. I have been led to believe that Henry has something on you that is stopping you from leaving him, so what has changed?"

"My desire to leave has become greater than my fear of him and what he has on me. As well as that I have something on him that I can use to bargain my way out of what he has."

"That something wouldn't have anything to do with the scam that he's working with a couple of guys, would it?"

"You know about this, how?"

"We sort of stumbled onto it because of the project that we have just begun, so we found someone that could get us the evidence that we need to do something about it."

"Are you going to do anything?"

Now wasn't the time to tell her that we already have. "No, you see the evidence that we have will not be admissible in court. If you must know, we got it illegally."

"You keep saying 'we', does that mean that you and, what is your name? That you and she are more than just lovers?"

I looked at Sasha and she gave me an almost imperceptible nod in response. "Yes, it does mean that, in fact Sasha is in the process of moving in with me."

"Oh. Don't get me wrong, I wish the both of you all the best. I have no right to be so disappointed that you're no longer available. I can see that you two have every right to be together, and I suppose that this digging up of evidence has brought you closer together." She stopped talking for several seconds, it was as if she was making up her mind as to what to do next. "Robert, Rob, the other reason that I came to see you was to ask your advice. I know that Henry is involved in a scam, and I have evidence of that. I will give that to you."

"But aren't you cutting off your nose to spite your face? If Henry goes down you will be left with nothing."

"No. I am about to do something illegal, and I'll probably end up in gaol for it and I want you to look after the kids, they'll like Sasha, not because she's close to their age, I think that you'll get along fine and the kids deserve better than what they have at the moment. I'm sorry, I'm rambling. But I have a favour to ask."

"What is it?"

"There's a final payment due in a week on one of your projects."

"Yes, the country hospital."

"Well, when the payments are made, there's a large sum of money deposited into my bank account. It stays there for only a few days before it is divided up and transferred to other accounts. What I planned to do was to take that money out of my account and transfer it to another, unrelated, account that I plan to open. No sooner is it deposited in that account than it is transferred into another account. Several steps later it has virtually disappeared off the face of the earth."

"How did you work this out?"

"You've forgotten that before I married you I worked in a bank, in the International Transfer section, so I know how to organise this. What I'm asking you is to give me time to arrange this before you go to whoever you have to go to."

"How soon can you get us your evidence?"

She rummaged in the large bag that she carried and took out a large bundle of papers. "Is now soon enough?"

I looked at what she had given me. They were similar account balances to those that eBola had given us, the major difference was that these were legally obtained. Robyn had every right to print off her own account balance sheets.

"These are great! They're actually the same as the ones that we already have, this just confirms it. Okay, we'' sit on this until after you've done your fiddle with the money. Let us know as soon as that happens, will you?"

"I will. About the kids?"

"If anything happens to you, I'll look after them."

"We'll look after them." Sasha said grabbing my hand.

"You were taking a chance coming here, weren't you?"

"Not really, I knew that he would be out of the office all afternoon."

"What about Janice, if she sees you here she'll tell Henry."

"No she won't. I spoke with her earlier today and told her that I wanted to speak to you about a matter that concerned you and the kids, I wasn't lying, this does concern you, and that Henry would get jealous if he saw me with you. She was fine with that. I'll see myself out."

We both looked after her as she left. It had taken a lot for her to come to us. She obviously knew about me and Sasha, I'm sure that Henry would have told her that to hurt her ambitions to come back to me.

"What do we do now? Do we ring Rod and tell him that we have legal confirmation for the illegal evidence that we provided to him, or do we sit on it until after Robyn has done her thing?" Sasha asked.

"We sit on it. I want him to suffer knowing that the way that he treated her made her angry enough to screw him big time. If we go now she'll lose everything."

"But, how will he react, he's not known for his balanced temper."

"He can't go to the police because that will expose him and his mates, can you imagine it? 'Tell me Mister Blakely, where did this money come from?'

'I can't say.'

'You can't or you won't?'

'Both.'

'So, someone steals money that had been deposited into your, what is she, girlfriend, partner, her account. Money that you won't tell us where it came from, so we could assume that it was illegal. What was it, drug money? You had a huge win at the casino? What are we to believe, Mister Blakely?'

'It's not drug money, that much I can tell you.' "Can you imagine Henry going through that? I don't think so."

What Henry did, a week later after Robyn had taken the money and run, dropping the kids off to me at work on her way out, was to chuck a huge hissy fit.

"What do you know about this?" He hurled the question at me.

"About what?" I answered quietly.

"About your fucking wife taking money belonging to me and leaving me, that's what!" He shouted, everyone heard him.

"Robyn and I can barely exchange a civil word, so what makes you think that I know what she's doing?"

"Well her kids are here, what are they doing here?"

"They asked to come and see me so she dropped them off this morning. I assumed that she was going shopping to spend your money. I don't know when she's coming to pick them up."

"Fuck, what am I going to do? I owe these guys money and if they don't get it by tomorrow there'll be hell to pay." Henry stormed out of my office, this was getting to be a habit.

"That's your problem. If you don't mind I have a project to run and work to do."

"You guys know what's happening here, don't you?"

"Yeah, Mum filled us in on everything. You know that she was hoping that you would take her back, don't you?" Jason asked.

"She mentioned something about that the last time that we spoke."

"Then she told us that you had another woman in your life and we would only be staying until she found somewhere else to live." Phoebe said. "I kinda hope that she doesn't find anything straight away, I like Sasha, you've done well for yourself there Dad."

"I think so." I looked up as Sasha arrived back from the local café loaded down with coffees and cakes for all of us.

"Okay kids, dig in before your father gets his sticky fingers on it." She handed me my coffee and made a show of denying me my favourite cake. "Has Henry finished his hissy fit yet?"

"For now at least, but I wouldn't turn my back on him, especially as you failed to mention anything of this in your last report."

"Bastard, you know damn well that my last report happened long before the shit hit the fan."

"What was this about the shit hitting the fan?" Jason asked.

"Nothing, just business talk." I told him.

"Credit me with some sense Dad, things haven't been quiet on the home front lately, and Mum hasn't helped by telling Henry that she wished that she hadn't left you. That was really pissing him off I can tell you."

"Do you mind going and sitting with Sasha, I have an important call to make."

"No I don't mind, she's great Dad, she's gorgeous and funny, and smart, and did I mention gorgeous?"

"Go!" He went.

Rod answered the phone. "Hi Rob, before you ask, we're getting there, it's a slow process, but we will get there, this is too big to let go."

"I have something for you, something that you'll like."

"Tell me more."

"We have obtained, by strictly legal methods, bank account records that confirm everything that we have provided illegally."

"And this stuff is squeaky clean?"

"So clean you could eat off it, on second thoughts, that wouldn't be a good idea, it would make the paper soggy."

"Originals or copies?"

"Originals."

"Email them to me, better still, I'll come and get them. I'll be there in ten minutes." He was good to his word, arriving exactly ten minutes later. After reading through the papers he picked up his phone and dialled a number. The message was succinct. "Come and get him."

Minutes later a squad of plain clothed police walked in and through to Henry's office. His previous hissy fit had nothing on this one. He had to be restrained and was led, yelling and screaming from the building. Within minutes we were inundated by the media. "Mister Blakely, can you tell us what the charges are that your brother is facing?"

"No, it's something to do with a corruption inquiry being carried out by ICAC, anything more than that I can't say. We are waiting for news from the courts, and until then, it's business as usual."

This appeased them for about an hour. That was how long it took for the charges to be heard. The three of them faced the ICAC hearing together. Our board got together and decided that I should be the one to face the media, after all, they couldn't afford to be involved in this scandal which was a matter that didn't directly involve them. 




Brotherly Love



I called a press conference. Sasha sat beside me as I looked at the forest of microphones in front of me. "Ladies and gentlemen, as you are aware, our CEO has been arrested and charged, along with two others, with corruption. I need to point out to you that this is a matter that involves the three of them and has nothing whatever to do with the day to day running of this company, that's my side of the business, I do not get involved in the financial side of the business apart from trying to keep to budget. Finances was Henry's forté, I left it right alone, I have enough on my plate, just making sure that the building side of the business works as it should."

"Mister Blakely, who will take over the running of this business?"

"That's for our board to decide, not me."

"But, surely, you being a member of the founding family, would be the right person for the job."

"Like I said, it's a matter for the board to decide."

"Sasha, what was your role in all of this?"

"Rob and I were the first to discover that there was something amiss in the relationship between the three men involved. We did what any normal person would under the circumstances, we went to ICAC with our evidence. This was not sufficient in itself, to warrant arrests at that time, but additional evidence has been obtained that confirmed ours, so ICAC moved quickly. That we did will raise eyebrows and questions. Why did we do it knowing that it could have a detrimental effect on our company and business. We considered that, but the over-riding principle here is that they broke the law, and that was our primary concern. That we can salvage something from this wreckage is something for us to strive to achieve, and achieve it we will."

"That wasn't the question, what was your role in this?"

"My role initially, was, acting on instructions from Henry Blakely, to keep an eye on Robert Blakely because, Henry believed, he would attempt to sabotage the company because, he said, Robert was furious that his wife had left him for Henry. As time went by I came to realise that Robert Blakely was an honourable, hard working and dedicated employee, who was doing the best that he could. It was he that first noticed that there were anomalies in the contract for the recently commenced project. While working closely together to get to the bottom of all of this, we came to realise that we were both in love."

"You have his children living with you at present, how have they taken this news?"

"Very well under the circumstances. It is early days in Robert and my relationship, but Jason and Phoebe both seem to be comfortable with it, and Robyn has accepted us being together. As to my living with him, let's just say that this is a work in progress. Last night was our first together."

"I think that is enough for now, we seem to be drifting off the path, and while it might be more interesting as a bit of salacious gossip, that isn't the point of this press conference, which was to give you information about an important corruption investigation."

We had no sooner arrived home and were sitting down to takeaway Chinese, when there was a knock on the door. It was Robyn. "Can I come in?"

"Sure, have you eaten? We're having Chinese and I'm sure that there's more than enough for you."

"That would be fine, thank you." She sat at the table with the rest of us and helped herself to a decent sized serve of food. "What I really came to see you about is, where do I start, I know that I gave you a hard time during our marriage because you frustrated me. Here was Henry, a successful businessman, running his own company, while you were drifting along in that construction job. You never seemed motivated to get ahead, while Henry was driven to succeed. Then I came to realise that for all of his wealth and success, he never seemed happy, and you, you were not wealthy in the conventional sense of the term, but you were happy most of the time, except when I was comparing you to your brother. Another thing that I noticed about the two of you was that you were never jealous of Henry's success, but Henry, especially over the past three or four months, grew more and more jealous of you."

"Henry was the smart one in the family, at least that's what I was told, but he wasn't in fact the most intelligent of the two. When we were at High School we sat IQ tests, and I rated a good ten points higher. Mother and Father knew about this but told Henry that he was the smartest, because his fragile ego would never cope with that knowledge. I was sent off to learn a trade, not because I was dumb, but because they reasoned that I would be able to make my way on my own. Henry was groomed for stardom, to take over the family company, because he had the drive to succeed in that position. And he did, for a while, but the economic downturn saw a falling off of business and construction companies having to cut back, and Henry couldn't afford for that to happen, Any more than that I can't tell you at this time because it is the subject of this ICAC investigation, and I do not want to jeopardise that process."

"If you were smarter, why didn't you take over the business instead of Henry?"

"Because I wasn't the motivated one in the family, I was quite happy with comfortable, while Henry had to have it all, the fast cars and the trophy wives, his wants were very expensive and he had to find a better income stream, which led him to this mess."

Robyn decided not to stay the night, but Jason and Phoebe both asked if they could, so we had to make up the spare beds. Robyn left to return to the hotel that she had checked into, and it all became quiet, even our lovemaking.

We woke to Phoebe cooking breakfast for us. "I know that you're having to go into work today, so I thought that I'd make it easier and cook breakfast for you. Don't worry, it'll be your turn on Saturday, I intend to sleep in," She adopted a dramatic pose, "I need my beauty sleep." 

"Hadn't you better get ready for school? We can drop you off on our way."

"Hadn't you better write me a note so I don't have to go, after all this is a highly stressful situation, the breakdown of Mother's relationship and finding out that Uncle Henry is a bad guy. I couldn't possibly concentrate on my classes."

"What's this about getting out of school?"

"Don't you start, this is and important year for you. You do want to get into Uni don't you?"

"I've been thinking about that. You seem to be doing alright for someone without a university degree."

"I don't know that I'm the best role model for you. That's for you to decide after careful consideration of a variety of factors. We will discuss this this evening, but for today, school."

"It was worth a try."

There was a sombre mood hanging over the office when we arrived. At first I thought it to be a reaction to yesterday's news, but nothing prepared me for the news that awaited us. It was Rod from ICAC who was seated at my desk, that broke it to us. "Your brother Henry has attempted to take his own life. He left a suicide note telling the world that he was not the instigator of this scam, that it was already in existence when he took over the company, and all that he did was to maintain the status quo. He said that his father had been forced into colluding with the other parties in order to increase their financial well-being. He also stated that after the first ICAC hearing he came to realise that he was being made the scapegoat in all of this. The police are suspicious of both the suicide note and the attempt to take his own life."

"Why would you suspect it?"

"Because the doctors have told us that he took just as many pills to make him very ill, but not enough to be lethal. His mental health is being assessed at this time and a report will be prepared before the next hearing. Is there anything that you can tell us about his moods over the past month or so?"

"I think that my ex would be the best placed to give you that information, after all she was living with him. She did tell us last night that he had been getting increasingly more jealous of me lately. Knowing my brother the way that I do, I wouldn't be at all surprised if, when you go through his papers, you don't find something that is his attempt to implicate me in all of this."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because, at the beginning of this current project, I cut a deal with Hamish, the union boss, that would see the project progress without being stopped by industrial action. This deal is different from the one that he had with Henry in that it guaranteed a bonus schedule that included all of the workers as well as himself, if we had no industrial action. On my side of the deal I promised that all work carried out on site would use union labour and would comply with all OH&S regulations. He accepted the deal, but Henry was angry because industrial action was a part of the contingency claim system that they had in place,"

"You were right about his trying to implicate you. Where the attempt fell apart was that we interviewed your Site Manager, George, as well as Hamish, and they both told us the same thing, that you had cut a deal with the unions and that both of them preferred to work with you than with Henry. The phrase 'Rob is a man of his word, but Henry can't be trusted' came into both their evidence. From that I gathered that whatever you have done has been both legal and in the best interests of all parties."

"Thanks for that. Now we have a board meeting to try and sort out where we go from here, so if there's nothing else, we have to get going."

"No, that's all I have right now, but I promise to keep you informed of progress, and thank you for your efforts up to now, we wouldn't be where we are without your help."

The general chatter stopped the instant that Sasha and I entered the board room. The gaze of all the members were on us as we sat down.

"Robert," Gerald Paynter, the Chairman addressed me. "What is the latest news? All we have had to go on is what has appeared in the media and you know how far they can be trusted to get it right."

"I have just been speaking to ICAC. Henry has made an attempt to take his own life." This brought shocked gasps from them all. "I can tell you that this attempt was unsuccessful. He is however, in the Psychiatric ward where his mental health is being assessed. The police are of the opinion that his suicide attempt was never meant to succeed.. As for the fallout of this corruption enquiry, this company has not been implicated in it so it's steady as she goes with current and future projects. The government is holding its own enquiry into this mess to establish if this scandal has been restricted to the one person, or is endemic to the whole contract process. We can only hope that this company is not tarred with the same brush."

"Now, the question of the day is this, who do we get to run this company until another CEO can be appointed? I am of the opinion that you would be the ideal man to take over, in the short term at least, while we assess whether you would be the right man in the long term. What are your thoughts on this?"

"I am prepared to run it for the time being. What I have to assess is the affect that this change in circumstances will have on my family, and whether I actually want the job. For the first part of that assessment I have to defer to the person who would be most affected by this change, Sasha, what do you think?" This brought another astonished look on the faces of the board members.

"Rob, I feel that I know you probably better than you know yourself, and I can tell you that I think that you will be the ideal person to run this company in the long term. I know that you don't want the responsibility of the CEO position, but I also know that you are smart enough to surround yourself with the right people who can, and will, insure that the best interests of this company are maintained. As for the second part of the question, yes, you want the job, not for personal recognition, but for the reason that you want this company to survive this mess and rise above it. This company is your life."

"No, this job is not my life, it is a part of my life, a small part, you and my family are the bigger part, but you know me, probably too well. Yes I can do the job, and yes I will surround myself with people who can lighten the burden of the job for me. Can I have some time to think this through?"

"Yes, we can give you a week to make up your mind." Gerald closed the meeting and headed off to front the media with the announcement. He must have been confident that I would accept the long term role.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming this morning. I have a couple of announcements to make. The first is that our CEO, last night, made a thankfully unsuccessful attempt to take his own life. We are waiting on a medical report, but I can say that he has been suspended while the current investigation into the corruption scandal is carried out. What his actual role in all of this is, is not clear at this point in time. The second announcement is that his brother Robert, who has been working for us over the past year as our Project Director, will step into Henry's shoes while the ramifications of this are assessed. That will be all for now."

Back in my office I turned to Sasha. "Not all that long ago it was al that I could do toget out of bed in the morning. Two things happened on that day, the first was the thought of coming in and being with you, and the second was this weird feeling that something was going to happen, a decision that I was about to make that would have devestating consequences. I thought that the devestation would be something that would affect me, and in a way it did, a positive way. It was Henry that would be devestated by my decision." 

Sasha sat on my desk, her thigh disturbingly close to my hand. "I'm glad that you did get out of bed that morning, because I, for one, am pleased with your decision making."

"You do realise the effect that your thigh is having on me, don't you?"

"I should bloody well hope so." She moved it so that my fingers were touching it. "What are you going to do about it?"

"I am going to make my first executive decision. Sasha, will you divert all calls back to the switchboard and close the blinds, and then will you bring your absolutely gorgeous body back here so that I can, we can, partake of some serious love-making."

"Yes boss, darling." That she obeyed me wasn't so much a demonstration of her subservience to me, but her desire to be loved by me.



Brotherly Love



As I lie there approaching yet another orgasm I can't help but reflect with complete disbelief that I am in this situation. I have my brother's cock in my mouth fucking my face roughly whilst his brother, my husband, is cleaning my well-fucked pussy, that has two of his brother's loads slowly oozing out, with his tongue.

As the most powerful orgasm ever begins to take control of my body I feel, at the age of 52, more alive at that moment than I ever have in my life.

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I think I had better tell you how I got into such a sexy, slutty, dirty predicament.

I am Jayne. I am, as I have already mentioned, 52. I am five foot six with long blonde hair and quite slim with a relatively toned athletic body. I work hard to combat the onslaught of age.

I am married to Dave. He is six foot and sort of thin with greying hair. Dave is 51.

About four hours ago we arrived at a very swanky hotel for Dave's parents' golden wedding anniversary. It was a plush affair; lots of champagne and high class canapés.

I always felt uncomfortable at these big family events for two main reasons. Firstly Dave's parents believe the lie that I have prevented them from having grandchildren. They believe that I have refused to get pregnant. I have always been happy to hide the truth that Dave is 'firing blanks' to save his embarrassment. The downside is that his family have never really accepted me into their family circle so I always feel like an outsider. I accept this to support my husband.

Secondly is Dave's obnoxious younger brother John. He is also six foot but he is very muscular and athletic. He is also only 30. Dave's parents thought they could not have another child after Dave and so they felt very blessed when, six months after their first child had left home, they fell pregnant again. Since then John has very much been their number one son.

John has always creeped me out. When I first started dating Dave he was fourteen and kept on staring at me whenever we visited the family nest. As he grew a little older he would start to 'accidentally' burst into whatever room I was in just at the moment I was getting changed so that he could see me in a semi-undressed state. I never told Dave as I did not want to cause a fuss and put him in a difficult position. Maybe that was mistake.

Anyway, John is the only one who knows the truth about why we have never had kids and he uses this information at every opportunity. Over the last five or six years he has obnoxiously and mercilessly made fun of Dave about it whenever they meet. He has also started to get a tiny bit physical with me. When no-one is looking he will grab my ass or my tits for a split second and whisper something crude in my ear; usually something about how he would have no problem making me pregnant.

I feel helpless in these situations. I cannot complain as it would cause a scene and no-one in the family would believe me as their golden boy can do no wrong and I am the cold bitch who refuses to give Dave children. So I suck it up and try to ignore it. 

It makes me very uncomfortable despite the slight boost to my self confidence that comes from a guy who is 22 years younger than me being interested in me sexually.

Anyway, as per the norm, I feel like an outsider at tonight's party. I try to mingle and be pleasant to the family but they barely hide their disinterest. After about thirty minutes of trying I give up and just sip champagne and munch in the delightful canapés whilst chatting to Dave.

A few minutes later I notice that John has spotted us and his making his way over. My heart sinks.

He comes behind us and forces he way in between us. He throws his arms around our backs and loudly kisses each of us on the cheek. "How's my wimpy old brother and his sexy wife?" He is obviously a little drunk but his opening gambit is nothing unusual.

"Fuck off John. It is nice to see you too." Dave laughs and kisses him back. Whilst this is happening John has lowered his hand onto my ass and is gently massaging it. He has positioned us so that our backs are to the wall and no-one can see what he is doing.

I feel sick and try to subtly move his hand with mine but I cannot without making it obvious what is happening. John keeps us there talking for almost ten minutes and he works my ass the entire time. 

Eventually he leaves us to get more booze. I feel violated and a little annoyed with myself for a couple of reasons. Firstly that I have passively let this situation develop over the years and secondly because the onslaught of sexual interest that comes out of John's mouth does in some small way make me feel slightly more sexy; especially as I get older.

I am dreading the next few hours. How am I going to get through it? I start to drink a little bit faster; that always helps.

I cheer myself up by discussing our next holiday with Dave but this only lasts half an hour or so before Dave leaves me alone to go and chat with his parents.

I go to the bar to get another champagne and I almost drop the flute as I feel my ass being grabbed again. I hear John whisper in my ear "One day I am going to fuck that sweet ass if yours. Maybe today. You are gonna cum harder than you ever have with my wimpy brother." A moment later he was gone.

Surely someone must have seen that. As I turn round it is obvious that no-one was paying any attention at all. A tiny shot of excitement runs through my body, mixed with the usual revulsion. I think it must be a combination of the drink and the very public nature of the incident.

I busy myself with some more canapés before realising that I needed to go to the toilet. I head off and enter the deserted ladies toilet. The heady scent of expensive fragrance hits me and makes me feel relaxed. 

As I head to the first cubicle the lights suddenly switch off and I hear the door lock behind me. I freeze, terrified. Then I feel two hands grip me in a vice-like grip, spin me around and force my hack against the cubicle. I know it is John; I recognise his aftershave. Before I have chance to protest he plants his lips on mine and roughly kisses me.

I am helpless. He is very strong. I try to resist by not kissing back but this does not put him off. He keeps kissing me whilst one of his hands grabs my left breast and the other grabs my pussy through my floaty silk dress.

He works both my tit and my pussy hard and fast. Despite my resistance I can feel my body responding to his touch. I feel a strong throbbing start in my panties; I am getting damp. I briefly open my mouth to let out a sexually induced sigh. It is all he needs; in an instant his tongue is deep in my mouth, playing with my tongue.

I hear someone try to get in, they knock the door and give a call. John ignores it and carries on. This makes me even wetter. I am still not responding but my body is alive with sexual excitement.

He suddenly stops kissing me so that he can lock his mouth on my right breast. He sucks hard through the shear fabric. I know he can feel that my nipples are like bullets and my pussy is sopping wet. I just hope he does not try to fuck me as I know I would be helpless to resist him and my body is so turned on that I would cum the instant he entered me.

Then he suddenly stopped and moved away. He switched on the lights and looked at me smirking. "It looks like you has a good time." With that he unlocked the door and left.

I looked at myself in the mirror and was horrified to see the obvious. There was a big dark wet patch right over my right breast where he had been sucking me. Worse than that, there was a big wet patch over my pussy. I was so wet down there that my juices had soaked through my panties and silk dress.

I did not know what to do. I could not go back to the party looking like this. I could not stay here and wait for it to dry. So I popped my head out if the door to make sure no-one was coming and then I quickly headed to mine and Dave's room.

I quickly headed inside but before I could shut the door John forced his way in and kicked the door shut behind him. I started to tell him to fuck off but he was too quick. He launched himself at me and started kissing me again. I tried resisting again. 

This time he used his hand to lift the hem of my dress. He grabbed my panties and ripped them off. As I moaned at the pain he forced his tongue into my mouth again as he slipped a finger deep inside my soaking pussy. 

My body could resist no longer. My pelvis started gyrating against his finger fucking and I started to kiss back. He was edging me towards the bed but we did not reach it before I started to cum. I was so sexually wound up. He stopped kissing me so that he could hear me moan. As the orgasm started tearing through my body he slipped a second finger in me and pounded my pussy hard and very fast.

My moans got louder as my wholes body spasmed. "Oh my God. Oh my fucking God..."

As my cumming built up to a crescendo John started speaking, "Do you like that, slut? Do you want me to fuck you?"

In that moment there was only one answer. "Oh God, yes."

It wasn't enough for John. "Yes what?"

What could I say. "Yes, fuck me now," I screamed as I came over his hand.

He threw me back onto the bed, lifted my dress and pulled his pants down. His cock was standing to attention and was big. At that moment I was desperate to have that piece of meat inside me. I spread myself wide, inviting him in.

In one swift movement he impaled me with his full length. Dave could not fill me this much. John started pounding my pussy with all of his might as I wrapped my legs around his back and bucked my body rhythm with his thrusts.

My expensive silk dress was all but ruined. It was completely soaked in my juices and both of our sweat.

I could feel another orgasm approaching as John continued relentlessly. He withdrew almost completely on every stroke and then ploughed straight back in, attacking my over-sensitive clit every time. He was a good fuck.

The orgasm started and I began screaming just as he stiffened and began shooting a huge load deep inside me. "I'll...make...you...pregnant...even...if...my...pussy...brother...can't." He thrust powerfully deep into me in between each word. At that intense moment of ecstasy I could not care less that we were unprotected and I was still fertile. I just screamed with pleasure as my whole body tingled intensely.

Once he had finished he rolled onto his back. "You had better get down there and get me ready for round two." It was demeaning but it was a clear message; I am in control here. Whilst I was a little sore there was, at that moment, nothing in the world I wanted more than to have John's thick cock back inside me.

So I went down and took it in my mouth. The salty taste of his cum and my juices was intoxicating. I had to have this in me again. I sucked and licked his head causing him to moan his loud appreciation. I cupped his balls with my hand as I sucked on his shaft. In no time at all he was ready to go again.

He pulled me up, flipped me onto all fours and then got behind me. He took a moment to gaze at my ass and pussy before taking me by surprise and forcing his full length into my ass. "Ahhhh. No not in there." I pleaded as the pain bought tears to my eyes.

He ignored my and abused my ass as hard and as fast as he could. Soon pleasure was taking over from pain and my protestations subsided. "I told you I would fuck this little ass didn't I." I could barely mutter a response as my head was spinning from the heady mixture of pain and pleasure. "I bet Dave has never fucked this ass has he?"

He was right. Dave only ever suggested it once and I said I was not keen and he respected my choice and never asked again. In my current situation I found that hard to understand. By taking control and not even asking, just taking, John had managed to turn me on way more than Dave had ever managed. "No he hasn't," I muttered.

"Ha. What a pussy. He doesn't know what he is missing. I bet you have had plenty of ass action before Dave though haven't you. You took me too easily for this to be your first time."

This talk was obviously turning him on as he was pumping me even faster. "It is not my first time." I was struggling to catch my breath to answer.

"I knew it." 

I could feel another orgasm approaching as he said, "I'm gonna cum."

He suddenly pulled out of my ass. I could feel it continue to gape and pulsate after his abuse. He flipped me over and rammed his meat into my pussy. He locked his mouth onto my right tit which had escaped from my dress and sucked painfully hard as he started to dump this second load deep inside my womb.

I came loudly (very loudly) as he was finishing up. He collapsed on me briefly. We were both exhausted but he was not finished.

He got up onto his knees and positioned his cock over my mouth and began to fuck my face.

At that moment the hotel too. Door opened and Dave walked in. " What the fuck..." He was frozen for a moment by what must have been quite a site. His wife lying spread-eagled on the bed with cum oozing out of her well-fucked pussy whilst his brother was straddling her and fucking her face. 

Dave did not stop even for a moment. He just smirked at Dave, "Hi bro. Thought you might need a little help getting your slut wife pregnant."

That was enough to break Dave out of his frozen stupor. He rushed at John ready to kill. However, John was too quick and too powerful. Just as Dave was about to land the first blow John grabbed him hard by the neck and squeezed; he still had his cock in my throat. "Don't be stupid Dave. Just accept things for what they are. I am bigger than you and I am better than you. Just ask your wife. Who is it that has made her cum harder than she ever has before? Who is it who has dumped two loads of potent seed in her womb? Who is the only person to have fucked her sweet ass since you met her? Ask her."

Dave said nothing. He just stood helpless as John squeezed his neck. "I said...ask her." He released his grip slightly so that he could ask me. It was humiliating.

John removed his cock from my throat long enough for me to say, "I am so sorry Dave but John did all of those things." I could see the tears in his eyes. I felt guilty but my whole being was still electrified and I wanted more. I went back to my sucking duties.

"Well now you are here make yourself useful," John said to Dave. He forced Dave's head down to my pussy. "Keep quiet and clean her up for me."

Dave tried to resist but could not; John was too strong and so Dave resigned himself to licking my pussy clean of John's cum whilst quietly sobbing to himself.

That brings us back to the start. What a night. I feel do slutty, so dirty but so very alive.

As I start to cum I squirt a little and fill Dave's mouth full of my juices and Dave's cum. I can hear him gag.

Then John kicks him off the bed. That must have hurt. John mounts me once more for his latest assault on my pussy.

I am in ecstasy as Dave lies in pain on the floor; a broken man watching his wife getting fucked by his younger brother.



Brotherly Love



This is a story of fiction. All characters are 18+.

Feedback and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism greatly appreciated.

*****

Beth had just recently turned 18, but even still, her mind, her level of innocence made her seem younger still. When all of her friends, just at the beginning of their sexual awakening, were making out and feeling each other, some well on their way to sex, she was still blushing at the thought of holding hands. She just had no clue. 

It was the weekend after her birthday, and since her family had been so busy the week of, and only had time for a quick get together, she allowed a little sleep over with a few of her close girlfriends. Beth and her friends, Jill and Jade, twins, spent most of the time in the pool. That was until Jill suggested a nice soak in the hot tub before they got ready for a movie and popcorn. 

Beth didn't spend a lot of time in the hot tub, for she really enjoyed the fun of a swimming pool. So it had been a long time since she relaxed in the tub, but with her friends, it was rather enjoyable as they talked with hushed voices about the cuter boys at school.

Jill, the wilder of the bunch, was talking about her latest "hook up" with Keith, the school's bad boy. Jade was in absolute awe, and Beth was blushing from her cheeks to the tops of her bathing suit. The heat of the Jacuzzi only making it worse. 

It was when she began talking about the stiffening of his penis as Jill rubbed the bulge in his lap that Beth started to feel funny. She knew the Jacuzzi was warm but this heat was different. It started in her belly and made her skin hum as she listened. She was curious and the more Jill talked the funnier she felt. Suddenly, her breath quickened and she started feeling a bit faint. So quickly, she got out of the hot tub and rushed for the cool air of the house. She could hear the girls giggling as she ran, they probably figured she was far too embarrassed or shy about what Jill was saying. But no, there was something very wrong. 

As she stumbled into the house, her bother Aaron met her in the kitchen. 

"Whoa, what's up with you, squirt?"

He always insisted on calling her squirt.. He may be 6 years older than her but that doesn't give him the right to treat her like a baby.

"I think I'm sick. My tummy is hot, my skin feels like its vibrating and I keep running out of breath.."

Aaron looked at her sideways and kind of turned this about in his head. 

"Oookay, sit down for a second and talk to me, if it seems to be an emergency I'll call mom and dad back from their dinner. Now, first what we you guys doing?"

"We were just in the hot tub Aaron. We were, um, talking.."

"Well, are you sure it's not the heat of the water, you don't go in there often. Or maybe something you ate?"

"Maybe, but I really don't think so, it's different... Like.. it's scary but somehow I know nothing is wrong.. But I don't know what it is so, well, it's still scary!"

Aaron began to chuckle until he saw the look on his little sisters face. She looked terrified.

"Okay, okay. I think I know what's wrong, but before I know for sure, I need to ask you something... You said you girls were talking, what about?"

"Well that's rude Aaron. It was a private conversation.."

"Look, if you want to know what's wrong, you need to tell me."

And she did. She told him of Jill escapade and how her body started feeling funny and how when she started having trouble breathing, she ran into the house. Most of the symptoms had stopped by now, but talking about it again, they were coming back, tenfold. Aaron could see the heaviness of her eyelids, and noticed how when she talked, things came out a bit breathier. He noticed how she didn't seem to be able to sit still, always shifting her weight from one leg to the other. It was as he began to meet her eyes again that things took a turn. On his way up to her eyes, his skimmed her chest and noticed her nubs sticking out through her top and he halted his progression. 

He had been away longer lately, with school becoming more demanding. He didn't realize how much she had grown in the 6 months he had been away. She now filled her top much more pleasantly and as he continued to skim the rest of her, he noticed how shapely she was becoming. She was no longer the gangly little sister he had remembered, she was well on her way to becoming a woman. And he had no doubt, she would be a beautiful one. He was lost in thought when he was suddenly jerked back into reality.

"AARON! Do we need to call mom?! I'm freaking out here!"

"Sorry, squirt. No, you're okay, its all perfectly normal. You just got excited."

"Excited? I've been excited before Aaron. You're talking to the girl that just got the new PS4, COD bundle.. I know what excited feels like, that was not excitement."

it was Aaron's turn to blush..

*AHEM*

"Um no, I mean... Sexually... You got sexually excited.. Turned on. Beth, you got turned on by what Jill was telling you. It's perfectly normal. You were curious, you liked the way it all sounded and your body reacted. There's nothing to worry about. You'll get used to it, trust me, if you're anything like me, it'll happen a lot."

Aaron chuckled, but blanched when he saw the shocked expression on her face. Thinking of her older brother being turned on probably wasn't the best image in the world, a little awkward. 

"It happens to you?"

He nodded. 

"But, it's so, miserable, how do I make it go away?!"

"Well, there's a few ways. Usually, it will on its own. But depending on what's going on, that could be hard and take a long time. Luckily for you though, you don't have a penis jutting out to announce it to the world. Sorry, heh. Anyway, the best ways, is to either masturbate, or find someone to help relieve the.. tension."

"Masturbate? Like have sex with yourself?! That's so naughty though!"

"It's not, Beth. I promise you that. It's Healthy and it's normal. We're all animals, and our base instincts are to survive and to mate. It happens to us all and unless we want to go screwing everyone that crosses our path when we feel that way, it's best to just get some alone time and take care of it. Plus, sometimes it can feel so amazing. But it's definitely not something to be ashamed of."

Beth took a moment to take this all in, not sure how she could even ask her next question to her own brother but too terrified to ask anyone else, especially the twins, afraid word would get around to the whole school. So she decided her brother would be best.

"Okay, well say I were going to, how would I-"

Suddenly, the sliding glass door opened and the twins came in giggling. 

"Hiiiiiii Aaron!"

They both thought Aaron was soo hot and nagged Beth about it all the time. But now, in the light of everything, with the idea of her own brother masturbating, she could see what they meant. He was tall, at 6'3", thin but still muscular, he played as quarterback for the football team at his college and he was so smart to boot. 

"Hi girls, the parents will be home soon so you should probably get into your pajamas and get settled in with a movie before they get here. I'll be in my room if you need anything."

And just like that, he was gone. Leaving Beth shocked and confused with the giggly twins to entertain.

They decided on 21 Jump Street and white cheddar popcorn. Beth's parents came home about 20 minutes into the movie and went straight to bed and shortly into the third movie, Jill and Jade had fallen asleep. 

They decided to make a big blanket fort in the living room and there Beth sat, rerunning the conversation she had with her brother in her head. She hadn't finished talking but was unsure if she should continue a conversation like that with her older brother. Is that even appropriate?! She didn't think so, but he had no one else. He already knew the situation and she was far too embarrassed to talk to anyone else about it. Before she could make up her mind, she was already on her way upstairs to talk to Aaron again.

The door was open and she could see him on his bed reading a book. After knocking on the door and opening it a bit more. 

"Hey Squirt, what's up?"

"Um, hi. I was hoping we could finish talking?"

"Oh, yea. Of course. Was there something else you needed to know?"

"Well, you were talking about.. Um, masturbation and I.. Well, I was wondering if you know tell me.. I mean, if I wanted to.. How.. How would I?"

She closed her eyes, mortified by the question. She could hear her brother let put a breath and she chanced a peak at him, hoping he didn't think she was a freak for asking. 

"So, you're telling me you've never..?"

Blushing, she shook her head.

"Well... The best way to know how to please yourself, is to get to know yourself.. That way, I mean. I would imagine the best way, would be to lie down, get comfy and just... Experiment."

"So just, lay down and.. what?! I mean how am I supposed to know what to do, where to touch?! I'm such an idiot.. How in the world am I supposed to know what to do, I mean I don't even know what's down there or what does what and.. UGH I'm just so lost! I should just go climb into a hole and stay there until I'm 50."

Chuckling, Aaron got up and got his IPad off of his desk. 

"Okay, there's this app for your phone called Tumblr, it's a blog website. But, there's a lot of people that happen to like blogging about porn and sex. There are photos, videos, all of it. Why don't you take a minute, look through some of the stuff I've reblogged and see if it gives you any ideas. I have seen masturbation gifs and videos on here before. I'll just be at my desk finishing up on this book."

She took the tablet eagerly. From what she understood, what she was looking at, was a collection of pictures and videos of things her brother found sexy. And boy, did he have great taste. There were photos of beautiful women on display, videos of men and women, photos of women being punished by men, spanking, belts even crops. It was surprisingly tantalizing to her. She was well on her way to feeling similar to she had in the hot tub, even more so. And Aaron had been right, there were plenty of images and videos of women playing with themselves. Touching their breasts, rubbing the top of their pussies, fingering their holes, using toys, even playing with their butts. It seems Aaron enjoyed seeing women play with themselves. Which seemed to make the wetness between her legs even worse. 

Aaron did the best to finish reading his book. But Beth kept making these noises. He assumed whenever she saw something she like. It was a mix between a gasp and a moan. When she wasn't doing that, she was breathing heavily, obviously excited. Aaron had been nervous giving her that. Knowing his tastes could have her running for the hills, obviously it was the opposite. And suddenly, he noticed a tightness in his lap. He was trying to ignore it all and focus on the book when he heard her make a new sound. Something a little more... Urgent.. He turned around only to see his little sister lying on his bed, hand in her panties, legs spread, head thrown back with a pleasure filled "O" on her face.

He was about to call to her. To get her to stop and move the party to her room. That's when she opened her eyes and looked to him. As their eyes met, she came undone. Her voice laced with need and desire she pleaded..

"OH AARON!"



Brotherly Love



I am an 18-year-old girl. On the curvier side. Attractive but never feeling so because of having not grown into my curves yet. Big D breasts, Yet firm and upright because of my age. Firm ass and legs. Pretty face with long brown hair and green eyes. 

I grew up in a pretty normal family. Kind of distant parents. mainly stayed together out of convenience. Never needed anything but never quite got that close family bond that a child always craves... I always knew about this half-brother somewhere in the world but he lived in another state with his mom. That was about to change! 

His mom got a new boyfriend and him and Jake didn't get along so they decided it would be good for him to get closer to my Dad. Before he moved in he had been hanging out at the house a lot. He always seemed to look at me like he knew something I didn't and I always seemed to get into some embarrassing situation with me bumping into him or dropping stuff. He never laughed but he always got this smug knowing smile on his face! 

First impressions of Jake. I am 5'7 and he is a foot taller than me. Bigger too, not fat just big. He is 23 and has sandy brown hair and the same green eyes as me but more intense. 

The day he was moving in I was already irritated from being forced to stay home and help out... or so I acted. 

We had already been working for a while when I was moving a box of dvds. I see a porn film in there called," Big breasted sluts" before I can catch the box I drop the movies all over the place. 

HEY! Jake says, as he walks over to me. What happened?

I look down and blush.

What you don't ever watch any porn? he laughs.

"NO! I'm not a pervert like you!" I yell. 

He pics up the dvd with a mischievous smile looks from it to me. Hey! she looks like you! you both have big TITS!

Before I know it he tackles me to bed and tickles me ruthlessly. Tears rolling down my face I struggle wildly. My shirt rides up my belly. He stops and rubs little circles onto my stomach. He looks down into my face and says, your face is red.

I push his chest. GET off me you freak! I get up and storm towards the door. 

Before I get to the door I feel his arm wrap around my stomach and lift me around. He throws me on the bed. I bounce a few times before I feel him straddle me.

Let me up! I say loudly. 

He says, "I don't think that is really what you want me to do. Why are your nipples hard?"

My mouth drops open. 

Hey don't be embarrassed you just have sensitive nipples. That's a good thing he says with a smirk, "If I felt your panties right now would they be damp?"

I stare up at him in horrified shock and react without thinking I slap him across the face. I see a range of emotions cross his handsome face. He gives me a cruel sardonic smile. 

"If you ever slap me again I won't be so nice about sparing your embarrassment and I will pull your panties down right now and spank your ass."

I stare up at him with wide eyes. 

"Do you understand me??" His face close to mine. 

I nod my head yes. 

"Good! Now get up and pick up my movies." as he slaps my ass lightly. 

Later that night as I lay in bed across the hall. I can't get my mind off of what happened earlier that day! My nipples are hard and between my legs is damp. 

I keep fantasizing about him really having pulled my pants down and spanking me. I have never had anyone talk to me like that! it was so exciting. I knew I wasn't going to be able to go to sleep until I relieved some of my frustrations. 

I slowly slid my fingers into my panties. I pull the blankets off of me. NOT hoping he might wake up and see what I was doing! 

Suddenly as I am really getting into it I hear loud sounds of a porn movie coming out of his open door. I slam the blankets over me hurriedly.

I hear a low chuckle as the music stops, "Good night little sister".

I jump up and slam my door. I hope he didn't see anything... or do I?

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Camping with Mom



Mom and I had planned a great 2 week vacation in the winter beauty of the backcountry in Canada.

I arrived the week before to get in some winter camping which I had missed so much in the past years. I used to camp in a tent in the snow, but this time I had towed a small camper trailer, and spent the days hiking and enjoying the winter wonder land. The cold air was invigorating and I loved it. I slept with the camper windows open, using only the sleeping bag for warmth. Mom was to fly up on Saturday and I would pick her up at the airport. I decided to leave the camper at the camp site for the airport drive since the camp site was in between the airport and our Bed and Breakfast location. I would pick it up on our way back.

I picked my Mother up at the airport and we drove back to my camp site to pick up the camper trailer. From there we would head up to the Bed and Breakfast where we would stay for the next 2 weeks. When we got to the campsite, Mom looked around and said, "I should have come up with you, this is so beautiful!" 

In front of my campsite was a large lake with an old wooden dock that had seen better days. It stretched out about 20 feet into the lake. We strolled up to the dock for a better look across the gorgeous lake. Miles of forest surrounded the lake and the trees were mostly capped with lovely white snow.

Since we were in a cove which limited the side views, Mom excitedly called out, "Let's walk out to the end of the dock and look at the lake view!" 

Walking out onto the old wooden dock, we scanned to beautiful snowy vista in front of us. Most of the lake was frozen, but spots around the shore and the dock were still unfrozen. The dock was slippery with ice in many places and I asked Mom to be careful and offered my arm to support her. 

At the end of the dock we stood taking in the view, it was truly astounding! While turning to look a different direction, Mom slipped on the ice and fell into the icy lake. She completely submerged for a second and then broke the surface gasping in the icy water. I could tell that the cold water was causing her lungs to spasm and that she could not catch her breath. 

I scrambled on my knees and reached for her, but she was just inches out of my reach. Then she went under the surface! I jumped into the water and grabbed Mom, lifting her back to the surface. Pulling Mom from the water, I rushed her to the camper trailer that was parked nearby.

The camper trailer was small and had only the one bunk. And I of course had only the one sleeping bag since I was not expecting guests! 

I spoke urgently, "Mom, we need to get out of these wet clothes and get into that sleeping bag to get warm." Mom said nothing about the predicament of only one bag and the nudity, but I guess we both were cognizant of the dire circumstances.

Stripping out of the clothes was not difficult and did not need any second thoughts as we both wanted those freezing cold wet clothes to stop touching our skin. There was a fleeting spark of eroticism as I saw my mother standing there naked, but it passed with the emergency of the situation.

We quickly slid into the sleeping bag with about as much grace as possible, being totally frozen, naked, and being a Mother and son. I immediately rolled on my side facing my mother and said, "We need to hug and share body heat" and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. Mom's arms snaked around my waist and pulled our hips close.

Both our bodies were shivering and out teeth chattering. The little bit of heat from Mom's body felt so good radiating to me, and I am sure she felt the same. I rubbed my hands up and down Mom's back trying to generate heat and move blood. I squirmed to get closer and make as much skin touch as possible. Mom's hands were doing the same lower on my back. Very quickly our bodies started to warm and the shivering and chattering teeth slowed a bit.

As the urgency of the situation began to subside, I began to think about my immediate surroundings and any way I might improve the conditions. But unfortunately I had no heater, no fire; there was no way to make heat other than to do what we were doing. 

Next as our bodies warmed and my mind could wander, I began to realize what a wonderful opportunity had been presented to me. All my life I wanted to make love to my Mother, and here I was with her naked in my arms. Never had I thought it really possible to make love to her, nor did I ever think I would even see or touch my fantasy lover naked!

Now with my mind running wild and my body was ready to catch up, and I felt a stirring in my loins. I instantly froze! What on earth was going to happen if I got hard in this position! Well, actually not if, but when! Slowly my cock got harder and harder. It of course needed to straighten up now, but my Mother's body was in the way! I could not imagine what I was going to do or say to my Mother!

I tried to pull my hips back, but there was not enough room in the sleeping bag, and also as I pulled back, my dick was going to lever upward dragging along Mom's thighs, pussy, and stomach! Mom also, I am sure felt the same problem that I did! 

Mom noticed, she whispered into my ear, "Doug why is that happening now?" 

I stammered and stuttered for a second. "I am so sorry Mom, I cannot help it! It's just that feeling your beautiful body next to me is too much for me!"

Mom looked at me strangely, and rolled her eyes, "I am your old Mother, what could you possibly be feeling right now that would cause that?"

I decided the situation called for honesty, nothing else could explain this. I replied, "Mom, yes you are my mother, but you are beautiful and I have always loved you, and I have always actually wanted you. I am so sorry, but this is like a fantasy come true to me, and I cannot help myself!"

Mom got an angry look of her face and said, "That's disgusting, that you could even think such a thing!"

Her anger solved the immediate problem; my erection slowly softened and disappeared. Now I had an angry mother in my arms and not a lot of options! 

I softly asked, "Mom, can we talk please? It is not all that strange, all men lust for their mothers at some point, mine just was permanent longing and your beauty and this predicament fueled it to the loss of my control" I then begged, "How can I help that?"

I could see her eyes soften, and she relaxed some more. We were now getting nice and warm, and no longer shivering, just holding and looking at each other. I again began to stoke her back, and Mom sighed and said, "What am I going to do with you? And what are we going to do now?"

I said, "I will get out and wring our clothes out some more, then hang them in the sun coming from the window. Then I will get back in the sleeping bag so we can keep warm till we can put our clothes back on. Then we will go to the Bed and Breakfast and enjoy our vacation, and forget this ever happened."

Mom closed her eyes and murmured, "I am not sure I can ever forget this happened." 

I replied, "I know I cannot either, and actually I don't think I want to forget."

Mom's eyes popped open with a bit of fire in them, "You don't want to forget how upset I was, or how this looks and feels?"

"How you look and how wonderful you feel! I never thought I would feel this, sorry, but that is nothing I can control!"

She rolled her eyes and said, "Now you're really being silly, go get our clothes wrung out and get back here to keep me warm."

I crawled out and stood to wring the clothes. I felt so exposed! I cannot imagine what was going through Mom's mind if she was watching me walking around naked. And it was freezing in the camper so I was not feeling too manly! The clothes actually were beginning to freeze. I was beginning to shiver again and after hanging the clothes in the sun of the window, I ran for the sleeping bag.

Climbing into the bag my mother enveloped my in her warm arms and we hugged closely. My shivering soon subsided and I started again to think things I should not. And of course my body responded! 

Again I was having that leverage problem - kind of like trying to lift my mother on a jack! My mother's eyes were drilling into me; I just smiled sheepishly and shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't know what to do with you, and what are we going to do with that?" Mom looked downward and demanded.

"Sorry Mom, but I have to let it get straight up, it is hurting!" and I shifted my hips back straining the limits of the sleeping bag. The bag was a mummy type, no room for two people. I couldn't get far enough back to total flip my hard cock up, so I ended up with it poking it between Mom's thighs. 

I couldn't ask for a better accident! I simply slid back into our tight embrace with my hard dick impaled between Moms thighs. Mom had her eyes closed now, and I think was ready to give me hell again.

"Does that feel better?" she asked, sounding perturbed. What could I say that was the right answer?

"I am sorry, that the best I could do. If I turn to the side maybe I can get it straight up." I wiggled sideways a little and all I was managing to do was slip my dick back and forth against the soft skin of her thighs. Things were getting worse, or harder, or do I meant getting better?

"Just stop and leave it there!" Mom ordered. "I am not too sure all that movement is going to solve anything, it could make things more uncomfortable for both of us."

So I just lay still and tried to think good nonsexual thoughts. Impossible, I wanted too much to stroke in and out!

"I still do not understand how you can feel this was - I am your mother, and I am an old lady."

"It is exactly because you are my mother, I love you so much and there has never been another woman for whom I felt this way! You are beautiful! And we love each other, unequivocal shared love, that is not hard to understand is it?"

Mom's eyes opened and looking at me she said, "No of course not, but thinking sexual thoughts is not right. You and I love each other and that is all. You must limit your thoughts to that."

I thought for a second and replied, "Easily said, but neither you nor I can control my mind or my body. All my life, every time I saw you I want to kiss you! I wanted to hold you. And now we're both divorced and single, both lonely and now this!"

"Well you're certainly getting your hugs in today! But that is as far as this can go mister!" And she gave a little laugh.

I buried my face into her neck and mumbled, "OK, I am sorry, I just love you too much" and started kissing her neck. I felt Mom relax a bit more and a humming from her throat as I kissed her. I was urged on and kissed her neck more and more, all of this only making me harder and harder!

"OK, you need to stop that," she said, but didn't sound like she meant it. I kept kissing.

"You think you are getting all of your wishes today don't you?" Mom asked and chuckled.

I smiled and said, "Not even close to all of them, but I am so lonely I will settle for hugs and kisses!"

Mom pulled me tighter and whispered, "I am so sorry your lonely, I love you and I want you happy, so go ahead and kiss me if you want. But understand that's as far as it goes!"

I accepted that and began kissing her chin, under her ears, along her neck, taking every advantage I could! When I bit gently on her shoulder Mom shuddered. 

"Are you feeling cold again?" I asked.

She answered, "No, that just feels so good, remember I have been alone a long time also. I also miss being held and kissed."

I simply smiled and went back to kissing my beautiful mother. Unbelievable; here I am naked, holding my naked mother in my arms and kissing her, so unreal! I easily could come on her thighs doing this!

I began to kiss my way up to Mom's lips and it was like electricity shot though me when I first kissed those lips. Mom did nothing to stop me so I continued kissing her with light soft kisses. Bu then I tried to snake my tongue into her mouth, she froze.

"What did I tell you?" She demanded, "I told you this was not going to get out of hand!"

I just looked her in the eye and sang, "A kiss is just a kiss, as time goes by" Mom broke out laughing and I resumed kissing her. 

This time when I pushed my tongue into her mouth, Mom took it and my heart soared! We gently played with each other's tongues as our breathing grew erratic. All this time my hands continued their wandering and I was on fire!

As we broke one kiss, Mom sadly said, "Doug we have to stop this, it is getting out of control" 

I replied, "I know, but you make me so happy, and I was hoping I was making you happy too!"

Mom held me tightly to her chest and said, "Yes you are making me happy, too happy, and I am afraid of where this is going."

With that we just held each other, although there was this hard thing between us that let neither of us forget what was happening!

We napped for a while and I actually lost my hard-on, at least until I woke up! When we were both awake my dick immediately rose to the occasion, and was soon lodged back between Mom's thighs.

"You are incorrigible!" she said laughing. 

I answered, "No you are just so beautiful!" with that we went back to some pretty heavy necking again with dueling tongues that drove me mad with passion! 

Mom then pushed me away and said, "Check the clothes to see if we can get going."

I slid out of the sleeping bag and unfortunately (to me anyway) the clothes were dry enough to put on, so she scrambled out to get dressed. I stared in mesmerized awe at her petite beauty. Fine lines, small but pert tits, and long firm nipples (I am sure helped by the freezing temperature!). 

I watched Mom get dressed and at one point she admonished me, "What are you gawking at? Get dressed!"

I said the absolute truth of what was on my mind, "I am staring at the love of my life, a vision of a fantasy I never expected to enjoy!"

Mom laughed really hard then and said, "Quit being so dramatic and get dressed so you can take me to our paradise! All those compliments will not get you anything you shouldn't get! So get moving mister!"

"Yeah, paradise with the woman of my dreams, of the past 30 years!" I retorted. "But the big problem is going to be the many, many dreams I will have of this afternoon's delights!" 

"Well I am certainly glad to be at least one man's dream girl. Play your cards right and you can look at me all you want for the next two weeks."

My heart soared, and I asked, "Kissing? And in my arms? Naked?" I then scooped up my panty and bra clad mother into my arms and looked deeply into her eyes for an answer.

"Put me down! I suppose, that after this afternoon, banning kisses and hugs would be rather like closing the barn door after the horses bolted, but no nudity young man!"

I was not about to argue with small victories, I said, "I love you so much" and gave Mom a long soulful French kiss that must have lasted 5 minutes! 

Again she had to push me away, "Let me dress, you animal!"

Not much was said except about the spectacular views on the 2 hour drive to or Bed and Breakfast. My mind was running a mile a minute on how to cash in on this new found intimacy between Mom and me. I even held her hand for a while across the center consol. It was like a first date! 

When we arrived we strode into the house hand in hand like lovers. The place was a large old home converted into a country Inn. We checked in and found it was a quaint little place with only three rooms for guests, and we were the only ones there. Winter was not their big season. 

As with most small bread and breakfast homes, the owners filled all the positions as receptionist/chef/housekeeper/bellman, etc. They lived on the first floor and all the guest rooms were on the third floor. I never found out what was on the second floor; storage possibly, laundry etc? But no matter, we pretty much had the floor to ourselves.

Our suite was lovely. Two bedrooms, one, having a King bed was a bit larger than the other which had a queen bed, and a shared bath between them. There was a large living area and a nice foyer leading to the back stairs descending to the outside so we could come and go without bother the owners.

We started a fun argument on who slept where, both insisting that the other take the king bed. "Your 6'4" tall," she demanded, "You need the king bed". 

"All beds are the same length, and you're my princess," I responded, "You take the King bed."

We seemed at an impasse. I had the brilliant idea to suggest, figuring she would give in and take the king. "I tell you what. Either you take it, or why don't we share the king bed, it's not like we haven't lain together intimately already! You or both of us in the King, I will not take that bed without you!"

Mom got this mischievous look in her eyes and said, "You think I will pass on that and you'll win? OK fine, we share it."

Wow, I did win!

We unpacked and went exploring around the grounds. We were sounded by the thick woods similar to what we saw at the lake. There were trails packed by snowmobile use, so we could walk for hours with ease. At a point where we stopped to admire a particular view, I put my arm around Mom's shoulder and pulled her in tightly to me.

Mom sighed, "Doug this is so perfect, I love you and I love this place!" 

I put my fingers under her chin and lifted her face to mine, "I Love you too Mom" and gave her a passionate kiss, first no tongue, then I slipped my tongue gently in between her lips and she let it enter. I tasted my Mother's mouth and lusted for her entire being! Our breathing deepened like it had in the camper. I even joked, "Want to go to the camper and get in the sleeping bag?"

Mom opened her eyes, punched might lightly in my side, and said, "You wish," but then after looking thoughtfully around the area and towards the Inn, She added, "Why use a sleeping bag with that big bed up there waiting for us?" 

My heart soared at the thought - was that an innuendo, or just the fact that we were going to sleep in the same bed and not the sleeping bag? I think Mom had intended to drive me insane with that comment; she laughed and took my hand heading us towards the inn. All I wanted was my Mom in that bed with me!!

Dinner and drinks in the sitting room seemed to take forever. Mom was happy to sit back and look at the reading material conveniently placed around the living room. I was also reading, but my mind was only on that bed! Would she sleep naked? I always sleep naked and don't even have pajamas. Would she let me hold her as we slept? Would that lead to anything? The clock slowly wound its way around to 11 pm.

"I'm bushed, I am going to bed," she suddenly blurted, "You staying up?" 

(Yeah right, not likely!) I replied, "No, I am coming too, long day and that dip in the icy water was exhausting. Why don't you use the bathroom first and get in bed and I will follow." Mom headed into the bedroom as I was left with my raging hormones and fantasies!

"Ok," Mom called out to me, "I am in bed." I was a bit disappointed that I did not get to see her undress or at least see what she was wearing, but a guy must have patience!

The bedroom was dark, and I went and showered and when I turned off the bathroom light the bedroom was black. So I did not have to worry about Mom seeing me naked and possibly asking about it. I crawled into the other side of the bed and slid up behind Mom, who had her back to me. 

I kissed her neck and she sighed, saying, "That is really nice, I could get used to that." 

I then put my arms around her and kissed some more. "Good," I said, "because I want to do this a lot more." 

Mom and I spooned like this for about 20 minutes, with me kissing and nibbling on her shoulder. I swear she was getting hot from the sounds of her breathing and the way her chest rose. Mom then turned her head to me over her shoulder and we locked in a very deep sensual French kiss for about 3-4 minutes. I was now panting! 




Camping with Mom



I was also hard as a rock again, and decided not to try to hide it this time. I pressed it into mom's ass and she did not pull away or say anything, so I kept up the constant pressure against her soft ass.

Then, breaking our kiss, Mom said, "Good night sweetheart." 

And my heart sank. "Goodnight Mom, I love you." And we slept.

In the morning I awoke with my mother at my side. Mom was lying on her back sleeping quietly. It took a while to remember how we came to be in this situation. But I was ecstatic about my sexy mother sleeping next to me! I thought back to yesterday's erotic vision of my naked mother and all the kissing and holding. 

I was instantly hard and immediately shuffled over to press it against my Mother's hip. Mom stirred a bit and I let my left arm drape across her chest, purposely letting it lay on her tits, separated only by the thin camisole. I wanted so badly to use my hand, and inside her top, but settled for the wonderful feeling of her tit against my forearm. 

I began kissing, sucking and gently nibbling on the exposed shoulder in front of my face, and Mom woke up and looked peacefully at me. I had stopped when she opened her eyes, but she whispered, "Don't stop, that is so nice." Who am I to argue! We enjoyed this for about 15 minutes and then Mom decided it was time to get moving.

As much as we enjoyed the countryside, I could not wait for night to come. I wanted to hold and kiss Mom so badly. During the day I got a few good deep kisses in, but always too brief for my satisfaction.

Finally bedtime came and we did a repeat of the night before; Mom first, then I followed. As soon as I was in bed I pulled Mom to me my chest to her back. I began kissing her shoulders and let my cock come to life against her ass. Mom said nothing, just tensed a bit, then relaxed and let me continue. I kissed her soft neck, and nibble on her shoulders. I also ran my tongue down her spine a few times which she seemed to love!

After about 20 minutes of this Mom was really breathing deeply and gave up occasional whimpers of pleasure. But I was panting with lust! I took a chance and wrapped my arms around Mom, placing my hands on her tits, outside of her pajamas. Mom tensed again, and I think sucked in a breath that I did not hear her release! 

I simply kept my hands where they were, but did not move my fingers, kept everything still. Mom eventually relaxed and resumed her deep breathing, and I stayed still for a good 10 minutes, except for my kisses and my very slight dry humping against Mom's ass.

When I could wait not more I began ever so gently moving my fingers against Mom's tits. The tactile feel was incredible; I could not wait to feel them in the flesh. Mom made no move to stop me and I felt no tension in her body, so I increased my fondling. I was so happy squeezing my Mom's soft tities! This was great! 

Mom started a quiet moaning and said, "No" a few times, but she put her hand over my left hand prodding me on with more fondling. I kissed her more fervently and pressed my hard cock into her ass even harder!

I was now anticipating that my mother was giving me the go ahead to make love to her, and my heart was racing at the thought! I pulled my left hand from under her hand, and lowered it to slip under Mom's PJ top. I just got my hand on that hot soft skin when I was stopped dead in my tracks.

"Whoa, Doug, what are you thinking here? Remember who I am, who you are. I knew I was letting this go too far!" But Mom had not put her hand on mine to pull it away. So I just started kneading that fantastic soft tit while my brain raced to stammer my way into some sort of logical reasoning!

I said, "Mom, I love you so much and I love touching you. I just want to make you happy! We have lain together naked, we have been necking, and we have been fondling like lovers for three days. This is only natural. And I want to touch you so badly, and I want you to want me to touch you, even more!"

Mom seemed to be pondering my logic while I was get my thrills on her right tit. I squeezed her tit and moved my fingertips gently to her nipple where I started softly tweaking the magic button on my longing.

Mom gasped and tilted her head back to me so I had better access to her beautiful neck. I sucked on her ear lobe and kissed down to her shoulder, all the while gently tweaking that nipple. Then I bit her shoulder and Mom quivered in my arms and groaned loudly. Mom still muttered an occasional, "No", but I was thinking that I had her now!

I fondled Mom like this for about 5 minutes and then tried to take my next liberty with this heavenly body. I put my right hand (snaked under her neck) around to play with her left nipple and moved my left hand downward. I caressed Mom's skin all the way, running little circles around her navel and along the hem of her PJ bottoms. But as soon as I slipped the fingers of my hand under the hem, all hell broke loose!

With a gasp, Mom demanded, "Ok, that's it! I thought I could trust you to behave, but you just keep pushing the limits. You just don't know when to leave well enough alone do you?" And Mom pulled my hand up and placed in on her tit, outside of her PJs.

Damn! Oh well, three steps forward and one step backward. I said, "Sorry Mom, remember you are the love of my life, beautiful as hell, and in bed with me. I am a man and some things are inevitable."

"Well all is not inevitable with me!" Mom snapped, "Let's keep it simple and enjoy what we have." 

While I was really disappointed, at least I was not tossed out of bed on my ear! 

I really didn't have too much heart to much more fondling, Even my hard cock was deflating. But I wanted to keep her interested and aroused if possible. So I continued for another 10-15 minutes then just held her as we fell asleep.

We woke the next morning to lots of tender fondling and kissing, with no mention of last night. And we spent the day like the previous day, necking on occasion and holding hands. As night fell Mom seemed pensive and I was worried that I was not going to like what was on her mind.

"Doug, I love you and I know you love me. I also know that we have been making a confused mess of our relationship over the past few days. I want to make it clear that I am not angry at you, but we need to go slow. I am, or rather we are, in a very dangerous place here." 

Mom continued, "Knowing what we are playing with here is illegal, wrong, and immoral. Give me space and give me time, but love me and hold me at the same time. Maybe things can go where I think you want them to go, maybe not. But I will not be angry at you for trying and I want you to promise not to be upset if this is as far as it ever goes."

How could I refuse! Just the fact that Mom was contemplating let me go further was exhilarating! I just pray I can break her will, overcome her staid upbringing and all that immoral crap! Game on!

"Mom, I love you so much I will do whatever it takes to make you happy, if that is what we have now, so be it. If I can make you my one and only lover, I will be the happiest man on earth. Whatever, whenever! I love you too much to do anything more or anything less!"

I couldn't wait for bedtime to continue this adventure!

That night we snuggled into the bed with no extra words, nothing said or done to bring up last night's show stopper. I immediately went to work on Mom's neck, back, and shoulder. My hands were soon cupping those coveted, but covered, tits, and I was slowly pumping my hard cock against Mom's very inviting ass. All was perfect, it seemed. 

Both of us we getting hot and starting to breathe heavy, and Mom's groans and shivers were becoming more and more frequent. Out of the Blue Mom's hand came up to grab mine, making me think I was getting stopped again, but she simply guided my hand under her top and placed it against her bare tit. I did not complain, and went on to play with the lovely nipple. Mom's moans and groans were really turning me on!

Mom whimpered and sighed, "oh, yes, I love that, oh my, oh yes." 

I nibbled on her ear lobe a bit and then in a whisper asked, "Mom, I need to suck on your nipples. I have wanted them for so long; I really need to taste your beautiful breasts!" 

Mom floored me with, "Yes, I would love that, please." I pulled Mom over onto her back and pushed one side of her PJ top up exposing her left tit. Even though I had seen her breasts a few days ago, this was something totally different. I lowered my mouth to her tit and began kissing it all over, then sucking on her very rigid nipple. 

Mom was literally writhing in pleasure from my suckling. At the same time I resumed pumping my hard cock against Mom's hip. With this visual stimulation, fondling, sucking and my humping, I was about to explode against her hip! 

"Oh God, please suck on it, yes, oh Doug!"

While sucking on the left nipple, I started pushing the other side of her PJs up to expose her right tit. Mom surprised me by lowering her arms, interrupting my pleasure, and grabbing the hem of her PJ top and pulling it over her head. There is nothing sexier than women pulling a blouse or top over her head exposing her beautiful breasts! I now had Mom's whole chest available to me, and I had great plans to love it! I immediately shifted to her right tit to give it equal time.

I continued this for a long time, lost in the extreme pleasures of my sexy mother's body. While my lips were sucking, my hand was free enough to wander across Mom's smooth soft body. I was exploring her every curve and heading for the golden curls of her pussy. Mom seemed totally absorbed and gave every indication that she was lost in erotic bliss!

I was so pleasantly surprised when I gingerly let my hand trail across Mom's covered pussy mound on my way to her thighs, and there was no adverse reaction. Mom just gave a slight gasp and moaned softly. I ran my fingers up and down her thighs and on each up stroke increased my touch time and pressure against Mom's pussy. Soon her PJ bottoms were damp and Mom's breathing was really getting heavy. I pulled my hand up and put it inside her PJs, and then I let a finger slid along her pussy lips and Mom shuddered and reached down to grab my hand. Again, to my delight, she did not pull my hand away, but pressed it harder into her hairy mound. 

Mom was uttering, "Ummm, yes, ummm, right there, ummm. please, yes."

Now I slipped my finger inside her wet pussy and began to finger fuck her slowly and gently. Mom was really coming alive with this and so I increased my depth and tempo of my finger fucking. I broke from sucking her nipple to raise my head and kiss her. 

I matched the stroking of my finger to the thrusting of my tongue into Mom's welcoming mouth. Mom was panting against my mouth and her hips were rolling with my strokes! I was so excited feeling Mom respond like this, I wanted to make her come and show her a love she never experience before!

"My God Doug," she broke the kisses and struggled to say, "I have never felt this way, I cannot control myself!"

I whispered down at her, "Don't try Mom, I love you and I only want to make you happy, and this is also making me happy and wild with desire for you!"

Mom groaned a long low sound as I recovered her mouth with mine. We resumed our tongue fucking as I curled my finger upward inside Mom's pussy and simultaneously pressed my thumb down on her hooded clit. I wanted to contact her G spot and her clit at the same time. I was well rewarded by Mom's scream into my mouth and her strong humping against my hand!

"Ahhh, ummph, ahhh, I, I, ohhhh!" Mom cried into my lips.

I stopped all of this briefly as I sat up and reached down to pull Mom's PJ bottoms off. Mom didn't resist or complain, and actually lifted her hips to assist and I knew then that I was going to fuck my sweet loving Mother, this was it! 

I immediately resumed the French kissing and finger fucking as we now lay totally naked against each other. To further my assurance that this was really it, Mom reached down and grabbed my hard dick in her hand. She squeezed it rhythmically with a very slight stroking motion.

I could take no more; I was going to explode against Mom's hip if I did not do something. I pulled back and rose onto my hands and knees over my lovely Mom's hot body. Looking down at my petite and lovely mom's soft beauty, I was overcome with lust and passion. 

I let myself down on top of her slowly while maintaining most of my weight on my elbows and knees. The feeling of her tits against my chest and my cock against her pussy mound was so intense. I kissed her hard and rotated my hips to grind my hard cock into her clit. Mom was thrusting her hips back at me and sucking on my tongue like it was her life!

After less than a minute, I rolled my hips back further and placed the head of my dick against Mom's pussy. Mom reached down and grabbed my cock sliding the head up and down against her wet pussy lips. 

Pulling from my lips she said, "Oh God, make love to me Doug, but be easy, it has been so long. Please, now, love me." 

I pushed gently until the head of my dick was inside her pussy. It was so hot and so tight! It was all I could do to not push all the way home!

Mom sighed a great sigh, "Oh my, easy, easy, wait a second, this is, this is so wrong, but it is also so good! Should we?" 

"You are thinking again, just let it go, feel it," I tried to say with calm and assurance. It was hard for both of us with the panting and lack of breath. 

It took a few minutes, but with slow pressure and slight wiggles of our hips I slipped a few inches into my Mom's pussy. I was almost where I wanted to be for decades! I was very close to my Mom's womb where I had lived 40 years ago!! I could easily explode and come right now if I did not get some control!

I stopped moving and just gently kissed Mom as we lay connected again after so long. I whispered to her, "I love you so much, I love you for giving me this and for being my mother." 

Mom opened her eyes and searched mine. We bonded in the moment on a level that seemed out of this world. I began to again press into Mom's pussy as we looked into each other's soul! 

Mom cried out, "Oh my God, I cannot believe how good this feels"

Soon my dick was all the way in and we were still looking at each other, I think we both were in awe.

I whispered, "I am home, I am where I belong Mom, I love you more than you can ever know!"

Mom simply moaned and closed her eyes, as she reached around my back and pulled me to her chest.

I kissed Mom's neck as I started to pull back and thrust into her pussy in slow easy strokes. Between her moans and groans I could hear Mom's breath exhale when my weight came down onto her. She clutched me more tightly around my shoulders and I strengthened my thrusts while keeping them slow. This was absolutely heaven! I could not believe this was happening to us!

We let nature take its course as we started to speed up the strokes. As Mom adjusted to me her moans were turning to cries as we found a nice rhythm.

Mom's pussy was squeezing tightly around my hard pistoning dick as though she was afraid I'd pull out.

Mom grunted, "Yes, oh Yes, I love you, we should not be, but yes, love me Doug." 

And love her I did. I had to slow down often to keep from coming too soon. I wanted this to last and I wanted to make sure that Mom came with me. I was concentrating on Mom's maximum pleasure, and my own control.

I pushed my toes into the footboard of the bed and raised most of my weight off of Mom's chest. Now I was getting the deepest thrusts with good pressure against Mom's clit and my chest was lightly brushing across her nipples. We were quickly becoming lustful animals. I was grunting a low throaty tone and loud, while mom was continuing her moans and cries for my love!

I could tell Mom was getting close. Her body was bucking back at me and her cries were no longer coherent. I increased the tempo and the force and then mashed my mouth down over hers in a passionate kiss. 

When I thought she was there, I took a breath and told her forcefully, "Open your eyes Mom, I want to look into your eyes."

Mom opened her eyes taking a minute to focus on mine. When she finally did, her whole body shuddered and she cried out, "Yes. Oh yes!" 

I loved her so much right now, and I grunted that to her, "I love you so much" in kind of an animal growl. 

Then the look in her eyes and the feel of mom's body in spasms under me took me over the top at the same time. We came powerfully together and it was fantastic!

I could feel every jet of my come rise through my cock and flood my Mom's womb. I even felt is slam against her cervix and suddenly add to our lubrication. The throbbing muscle spasms and the added juices just made or mutual orgasm even more mind numbing.

Mom was wailing and clutching at my back as we slammed against each other. Mom was crying something about "my baby, my baby, I love you, my baby" then just long moans of ecstasy. 

I was loudly grunting with each jet of my come as I came inside of her. "Mom, Mom, damn Mom, I love you!"

Our thrusts against each other began to slow, but the force did not. I was slamming my hips hard against Mom's hips, and pushing my dick into her clutching pussy to bottom out on each thrust. At the bottom of each thrust we would both grunt loudly.

As soon as we could get some semblance of control over our breathing again, I started deeply kissing Mom and we shuddered through our orgasms in tune with each other, as we made love to each other's mouths. So tender and yet so deep and passionate, a French kissing like this I do not think ever existed before. 

I was still slowly pumping and still producing little spurts of come, and we were both still in orgasm, but also gently and deeply kissing. I don't think either of us ever wanted this to end!

When we were both back to normal, I reluctantly pulled my softening dick out of Mom's soaked pussy. I got up and got a warm wash cloth and cleaned my Mother's dripping pussy up. I kissed the puffy swollen lips of her pussy as I tenderly wiped her clean.

Then we snuggled, kissed some more, and fell asleep. I could not have dreamed a better fantasy than what reality had just presented to me earlier!

In the morning, as soon as I woke up I was reaching for my beautiful Mom. I had my hands on her tits and was kissing her lips as she awoke. Our eyes locked as Mom remembered our love making last night, and she moaned a sexy noise and hugged me close.

We both simultaneously mentioned brushing our teeth, and laughed. We went together to the bath room and I stood behind Mom as we both brushed. I was pumping my already hard cock into her soft ass as we stood before the mirror.

As soon as we finished we were back in bed and I pulled Mom to me as we stabbed our tongues into each other's mouth and began to make love. 

Mom pulled back and asked, "Your OK with last night? You still want me?"

I kissed her lightly and said, "More than ever, I now know how wonderful the reality is compared to the fantasy, and I want you more than I ever did!"

We continued the deep kissing as our hands wandered endlessly. I was in heaven and getting so excited again with the thought of eating and fucking my sweet Mother all over again this morning.

I wasted no time moving down to suck on Mom's erect nipples and loved the gasps she made as I locked on each tit. I kissed around her breasts finding each sensitive spot, each well marked by Mom's cries and her hands pulling my head to her chest.

"Oh Doug, I love what you do to me. I could do this forever!" Mom cried out.

I answered by slipping downward to kiss her tummy and around her pussy hair. I put my hands under her thighs to lift her legs to either side of my face. Then I started to kiss and lick her soft pussy lips. 




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Mom was really coming alive and grabbed my head by the hair like she was afraid I was going to pull back. I pushed my tongue into her hot pussy and reveled in the feeling of her wet and hot pussy. I was enjoying the feel of the ridges on the inner pussy walls as my tongue fucked in and out.

Mom screamed, "Oh my god, yes, I love that. Oh my, yes, yes, aiieee!"

Mom's hips started lurching upward bashing my lips and chin. I tilted my mouth up and sucked her clit into my mouth pushing the hood back with my tongue. The feeling of that hard nub in my mouth was electric, to me and to Mom. Mom came instantly!

"Good God, I never, oh my God, oh my, I, ohhhh," Mom screamed and cried. Then her cries turned to grunts and gasps, as she seemed to be blowing air out through her puckered lips. A long wail followed.

"Aiieee!" Mom cried out.

I dropped my mouth off of Mom's clit and just licked and kissed her pussy lips and let her orgasm run its course. A sweet nectar was oozing from her pussy and I was licking it all up. 

I paused just long enough to say, "Your pussy is so delicious Mom. I love your taste and I love how you come for me," then went back to licking that succulent pussy.

Mom seemed to come forever and I enjoyed this erotic meal more than anything I ever had! 

As Mom finished coming, she pulled my head from her pussy and up to her face. She looked into my eyes and whispered in a hoarse voice, "I have never felt anything like that, I love you and love what you do for me. Can this be real and can it last?"

"It's real, and as long as you want me Mom, I am here for you," I answered, and we locked our mouths together again for more tongue fucking. 

I swiveled my hips back a bit and brought my hard dick down and back up impaling myself deep into Mom's pussy. Mom grunted into my mouth, and we began to fuck against each other.

This felt as new as it was last night, and I was still in awe of being able to finally fuck my loving Mother. We made love in a slow and more loving manner this morning. There was no urgency, we both knew this was not our last time, and we both also just wanted to enjoy each other prolonging our orgasms as long as possible. 

We made love in many positions, and we brought each other to the pinnacle multiple times and backed off each time in perfect sync with each other. We must have made love for an hour before we let ourselves go.

When we did let go, it was so incredibly powerful. It was like we built up to it in layers and they were all coming down at once. 

Mom and I were loudly coming as our bodies slammed together. I could feel every spurt of my come rebound after splashing into my mother's cervix. We both were shaking with passion as we collapsed into each other's arms. I was so excited that my dick didn't even soften after coming. I stayed hard inside Mom's tightly spasming pussy and we lay looking at each other and whispering little love thoughts.

I was even thinking about fucking Mom again, but realized we should get up and have breakfast. 

I told Mom, "As much as I'd love to keep doing this all morning, maybe we should go get breakfast."

Mom answered with a smile, "If you promise to make love to me more later on."

"Without a doubt, I will be kissing, sucking, and loving every inch of your perfect body in a few hours Mom!"

"Good, I have a lot of missed loving to make up for," She said with a sexy grin.

Breakfast was great, but it took too damn long.



Camping with Mom



Mom gets drunk while camping with son. Will they end up as lovers?

Special thanks to PennLady for her help with editing. All the mistakes within are mine alone though. If you like this story please vote and comment and send me feedback. I always love it.

Hope you enjoy this little twisted summer tale!

Sethp 2015

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Paul stuffed the last of the camping gear into the back of the little blue Volvo. He wasn't particularly looking forward to this holiday weekend anymore. It had started off as a grand multi-family adventure, with their all of their neighbors and friends going along, but life, as it will, intervened. 

There were all kinds of last minute business and family emergencies. Paul and his best friend, Richard Jones, had made plans for jet skiing, rock climbing, portable video games and all kinds of other stuff. It was supposed to be an epic last big weekend before his friend left for college. They had both just turned eighteen.

Richard's family had had to go out of town to attend to a death in the family. Their other neighbors, The Smiths, all came down with food poisoning and then Paul's dad had gotten called into work at the last second. He was the head of security at an emerging tech firm. They had been the victims of a huge electronic security breach that required his immediate presence, probably for the entire weekend. 

"Let's make the best of it, Paul," his mother said, coming out of the house with several bags of food. "It's not up for discussion."

Paul knew better than to argue with his mother. Sure, he could have just said no and walked away. He was eighteen after all, but that would have been bad. He had heard his mother that morning, nearly in tears, arguing with his father about having to go into work. 

They hadn't been getting along for what seemed to Paul years, and it was only getting worse. Paul had hoped the weekend would fix things between his parents, but now it was going to be a long weekend alone with his mother. He figured he could get some reading done and go on some hikes by himself. He sighed and got in the passenger side of the car. 

His mother started the Volvo and off they went. "I'm really sorry, Paul."

"It's okay," he said, meaning it. "I'm going to make the best of it, and you should too." 

"We already paid for the camping site. I already asked off work for these days and I really need to get away. You can still go fishing and canoeing and all that. I won't bother you at all. Okay?"

"Yeah, Mom. We'll have a great time," Paul said, looking out the window at the passing scenery. 

A few hours later they reached the camping site. They had reserved two spots right next to each other; with one big enough to park the neighbor's RV and plenty of room for several tents. It had a huge picnic table, large shade tree and was close to the rest rooms and shower facility. 

"Oh, this is nice right?" Paul's mom said happily. "And look how close to the lake we are! This will be great. Plenty of privacy in this little corner. You start setting up the tents and I'll go check in and get us some firewood." She hurried off to the ranger's office. 

Paul started unloading their equipment and setting everything up. He just about had both tents up when his mother came back. "Okay, we're good to go, I think." 

They finished setting up the camp together. When they were done it was well past lunch time and Paul's mother cooked up some hot dogs.

"Thanks again for going camping with your old mother," she said as they finished eating. 

"Oh, you're not old. Let's go rent a canoe this afternoon."

"Okay, that's a deal. I'll make us up some cheeseburgers tonight after we get back."

Paul was surprised, but he had a great time out on the lake paddling all over the place and exploring the little coves and beaches with his mom. They found one beach that was almost completely hidden from view until you were almost on it. It was there that they took a rest and some water.

"Are you doing okay, Mom?"

"Yes, I just forgot how much hard work this was," she replied before taking a big drink. 

She was still a little out of breath, even though Paul was trying to do all the work in the canoe. 

Paul worried about his mother and her health. She had gained a lot of weight in the last couple of years. The dock master even had a hard time finding a life vest big enough to fit over her round belly and her enormous breasts. She had taken it off as they took their break. Paul caught himself glancing at her massive, heaving chest and turned away. 

"You okay, dear? Your face is so red."

"Yeah," he said, getting up. "It's just a little hot. We should head back."

"You're right. Here, help me up," she said, holding up her hand for him.

Paul helped her to her feet. As he readied the canoe for the return trip to the dock, he looked over at his mother. She was having hard time with the clasps on her vest, and he couldn't help but stare as she wiggled and jiggled and grunted and mashed her breasts together; squeezing the vest over her mountainous chest. It was a mesmerizing spectacle. 

"Shit," he muttered as he turned away. For the first time in his life, he had been perving on his own mother. 

"All ready," she said a moment later. "Let's get back, I'm famished." 

They made it back to the dock in good time. Paul looked back at the western sky and saw some black clouds heading their way. Usually it was his father's job to ready the campsite for any incoming storms, but it would be up to him this time. 

When they got back to the campsite, Paul set about making sure the car windows were up, picking up anything that might blow or float away and rechecking that their tents were set up on good high ground. Satisfied, he went over to help finish setting up for dinner.

"Wow! Just last year, in fact, we would have been yelling and looking all over for you to help and now you're doing everything on your own. I didn't even notice the clouds over there till after you started putting everything up. Thank you," said his mom. 

"Oh. Well, you know. Dad's not here and I figure I have to take care of all his duties on this trip."

Paul's mother looked down at the ground for a moment before continuing her preparations. It was quick and she recovered well, but Paul could see that his talking about his father had upset her. He didn't know what to do. 

They ate in silence and afterwards, he helped clear everything away. His mother went to the car to grab a couple of bags and Paul went to work on starting the fire. 

He had it roaring in no time and was playing a game on his phone by the fire when his mom came over. She had changed into sweat pants and a white T-shirt. "My camping PJs," she said, handing him a soda from the cooler. 

"Thanks," he said, looking over at the large cup his mother was holding.

"I hope you don't mind, but we still had all that tequila and whisky and mixers in the car, and I really need to unwind."

"Of course I don't mind," Paul said, although he did, a little. His mom was prone to drinking when she was upset, usually ending up sloppy drunk and stumbling around. He figured she'd be okay here and he wasn't tired in the least, so he'd stay up playing his phone and keep an eye on her. She would probably pass out early. 

She took a big drink and then looked at him lovingly. "You're so grown up. You know I'm very proud of you." She took another big drink. She wasn't going slowly tonight. 

"Thanks, Mom. Are you okay?"

"Yes. I had so much fun today. Tomorrow, I'd like to hike up to Stone Peak together." 

"Think you can handle that?" Paul joked. 

"What? I can handle anything you've got," she replied, laughing. Then she drained her glass and made to stand up. "I guess I'll—"

"Not on your life," Paul interrupted. One of his father's responsibilities was getting fresh drinks for his wife while they were camping. Well, at least that's how it went in happier times, Paul thought. "I've got this. Remember that I'm handling all of his work on this camping trip!" 

"His? Who—oh yes!" She laughed. "He, who shall not be named! Do you—?"

"Yes, I know what you're having and I'll be right back." 

A few minutes later, Paul returned with a fresh drink for his mother and another soda for himself. "Will you be able to sleep with all that caffeine?" she asked, draining half her cup. "Oh this is good! Much better than when I made it."

"Thank you!" he said, proud of himself. "And yes, I will be able to sleep. Don't worry about me." He was even more proud of himself for making her drink twice as strong as usual. She'd be asleep soon and he wouldn't have to deal with her drunken stupor. He smiled. 

"Oh, very proud of yourself, aren't you?" she said, slightly slurring her words and draining the rest of her drink. "It's time to perform your duty, good sir," she thrust her cup in his direction. 

Paul laughed. He had forgotten that his mother and father fell into this mock-pseudo-Medieval dialogue when they were drinking. It used to be cute. He was their little page, back in the day. Now he wasn't sure what he was. "Yes indeed, my fair, uh, Queen? I'm your, um—"

"Knight! You're my handsome Knight!" she laughed hysterically. "And yes, I am the queen!" 

"Uh...yes... um...well, your handsome knight will fetch a liquid refreshment suitable for thy great beauty," he stuttered and went to get her another, stronger drink. He sucked at being a knight and he wasn't sure if he had said something wrong. His mother was quiet over there. He was embarrassed and glad that she wouldn't remember anything in the morning. 

"Here you go fair maiden," he said, kneeling down and offering her the cup as though it was a chalice. He wondered if fair maiden was an appropriate title for a queen or if that was reserved for princesses?

She laughed. "Verily, I am pleased by thy great servitude," she stumbled on her words, laughed again and took a deep drink. 

She took a little longer to finish this one and Paul enjoyed the peace and quite of the darkness and relaxing sounds of the crackling fire. Every once in a while they could hear another camper or children playing off in the distance but overall it was very quiet. 

Paul lost himself thinking about his mother while staring into the fire. He loved her and hated to see her like this: drinking herself into oblivion. It had bothered him that she was out of breath during their canoeing session earlier, and he vowed to help her start a training regimen when they got back home.

"Hey, young knight!" his mother called over to him. She was leaning way back in her chair smiling at him and holding out her cup to him. "It's time to perform your duty, good sir."

Paul popped up and smiled. "Of course, fair lady," he said, taking her cup and heading back over to the picnic table and cooler. He decided to make this the strongest one yet. 

He hadn't been paying close attention to how much alcohol he'd been putting in her drinks. He knew it had been a lot, at least double of what his father usually made for her. He brought the fresh concoction over to her, hoping this one would do the trick and knock her out. "Here we are, fair lady," he said, remaining in character. 

"Such a lovely young lord, thine are," she said. Her eyes were glassy. It was starting to get chilly out and Paul's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he realized for the first time that night that his mother wasn't wearing a bra. Her large nipples were poking out against her shirt. He glanced away quickly and retreated to his seat by the fire and back to the games on his phone. 

Paul was almost to the next level in his game when his mother's chair fell sideways, with her in it! He rushed over to his mother. She was laughing hysterically. She still had her cup in her hand. It was empty. "I can't...shit...baby...I think you better...better," she giggled. 

"I think I better help you to your tent," Paul said. 

"Yes!" She managed to say between fits of laughter.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her up to her feet. She stumbled into him, nearly knocking them both into the fire. It took all of his strength to keep them both on their feet. He was supporting nearly all of her weight. 

"Come on...we're almost there," he said helping her across the clearing to her tent. He had his arms around her. She shifted against him, stumbling over a rock and in his effort to keep her up, he grabbed one of her large breasts. Her thick nipple was poking hard against his hand. He involuntary squeezed her boob. 

His mother sighed and mumbled something into his shoulder. He was devastatingly embarrassed, and to his horror, a little turned on. His cock twitched in his pants. "Shit!" he said too loudly, hurrying his mother along. 

"Whatsit...whatsit, baby," she slurred incoherently against his shoulder, as they neared the tent. She never called him baby. In her drunken stupor she must be thinking that he was his father. Then she grasped his hand in hers holding it firmly against her breast. "I know...I know what you need."

Paul only knew that he needed to get her inside the tent and away from him. They finally reached the front of the tent and Paul, somehow, managed to get her safely inside. She sprawled out on her sleeping bag and was snoring in seconds. 

"Shit," Paul said aloud as he walked back over to the fire. "That was some crazy shit." 

He thought he heard thunder off in the distance. He knew it was going to rain, but thought they still had a pretty safe spot. He took one last walk around the campsite, making sure everything was secure and safe, and then he went into his own tent.

It was a nice summer evening, so he stripped down to his shorts and put his phone into his bag and turned off his flashlight. He lay there thinking about Judy Summers from biology class. She wasn't really his type, or to put it more realistically he probably wasn't her type. 

She was blonde, with enormous boobs and the cutest smile he had ever seen. He reached his hand into his shorts and started to stroke himself to full hardness. Oh, how he had dreamed of Judy and what he would do to her if he had the nerve to ask her out. He imagined them making out in the front seat of the family Volvo, and then crawling to the backseat, where he unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her amazing, round, young, firm tits. 

As he thought about molesting Judy's firm, young tits, they suddenly morphed into his mother's bigger, heavier ones. "Shit," he said quietly, but he never stopped stroking his cock. Those were the only tits he had ever touched and he had to admit that they were wonderfully heavy and full. He tried to imagine what that hard, amazing nipple looked like. It had felt impossibly long and thick against the palm of his hand. 

Just then a rain drop splattered on his forehead. "What the...?" Another rain drop hit his forehead and then another one, and another and another. He rolled out of the way, grabbed his flashlight and pointed it at the roof of his tent. There was a big Grand Canyon sized rip, running halfway down the seam that he hadn't noticed earlier. 

"Damn it," he cursed. Some camping master he turned out to be. Before he had a chance to figure out his next step, the deluge started. 

Sheets of rain came down and his tent rapidly filled with water. His sleeping bag was soaked within seconds. Paul, quickly grabbed his bag and his towel, ran out of his tent and sprinted over to his mother's. He fumbled with the zipper and flap but managed to make it inside. It was nice and warm and dry in here. His shorts were soaked and he peeled them off, threw them outside, and toweled himself dry. 

His mother was still passed out on her back where he had left her, snoring loudly. He turned on his flashlight and looked around for her bag of clothes. He needed something to wear but, she must have stashed it back in the Volvo. All he had were t-shirts in his bag.

"Fuck," he muttered. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!"

The tent was big enough to accommodate them both though, and his mother was sprawled out on a blanket. Her sleeping bag was unzipped on her sleeping mat off to her side, and one of her pillows was there. She always slept with two pillows. Paul figured that he could sleep under her sleeping bag and then explain things in the morning. If she got cold she would just crawl under the blanket, besides, she still had her sweatpants and t-shirt on. He took a deep breath. Everything would be okay. 

Despite the calamity, he fell asleep a short while later to the hypnotic sound of the rain, dreaming of Judy Summers. 

Sometime in the middle of the night he awoke from an amazing dream, featuring Judy, of course. He didn't know where he was at first. Everything was pitch-black and someone was snuggled up against him. It was his mother. Somehow he had worked the sleeping bag off of himself and his mother had moved over to cuddle against him in her sleep. 

He still had a raging hard on from his dream with Judy and then he noticed something truly horrifying. His mother was naked. He could feel her heavy doughy, breasts against his arm and chest, and her leg was snaked over his. She had one hand on his lower stomach, dangerously close to touching the tip of his throbbing cock. Her head was resting on his shoulder. 

He had to admit that it felt amazing to be cuddled up against a real naked woman. It was just too bad that it was his mother. 

He had to think. He had to disengage himself from her without waking her. How could he ever explain why he was snuggled against her, naked in her tent in the middle of the night? "Fuck," he muttered as he slowly pulled away, tying to disentangle from her. As he did so, her hand slid down his stomach and touched his cock. He stopped breathing and froze. 

Her breathing hadn't changed. She was still asleep, he thought. Then she did something astounding and truly terrible. She moved her hand down further and firmly grabbed his cock. "Where you...where you going, baby," she whispered, as she started to stroke his cock. "So hard for me...mmmm...country air good... doing you good, hunny-buns."

Paul was paralyzed with fear and horror. He couldn't move and he couldn't talk. He could barely breathe. His mother obviously thought she was stroking his father. They had similar builds and she had to still be drunk with as much alcohol as she had consumed just hours ago. Then, thankfully, she pulled away from him. 

Paul started to sit up so he could run away to the Volvo, but before he could move, he felt her hot breath on his cock. She had maneuvered around so that her head was in his lap. 

"Oh, no," Paul thought, frozen in place. 

"I think baby-cakes found something she likes," she said, giggling just before sucking his cock into her mouth. "Mmmm," she purred around his shaft as she bobbed her head on his cock, obscenely drooling all over it. 

"Oh... My...God!" Paul groaned a little too loudly. This was the most intense, incredible sensation he had ever felt. 

His mother pulled her mouth off of his cock. "Keep it down, honey-buns or you'll wake up Paul." Then she sucked his steel-hard, throbbing cock back into her mouth. Paul felt the tip of his cock touching the back of her throat. She was making obscene slurping noises as she bobbed her head on his shaft. It was way too much for Paul and without warning he grunted and flooded her mouth with his cum. "Oh...uh..."

His mother never even flinched. She kept the suction on his cock as he emptied his balls into her mouth. She pulled off of his cock when he was done. 

"God, baby," she laughed. "You almost drowned me! Next time...give me some warning." She still had one hand on his cock. "You're still rock hard, hunny-buns! Think you can keep going? Baby-cakes needs it." 

Paul was paralyzed on the sleeping bag. He had never had an orgasm so intense. This was nothing compared to his hand. He was trying to come to terms with the fact that he had just cum in his mother's mouth. She rolled over onto her back beside him. 




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"Come on, baby, while it's still hard," she yanked hard on his cock, forcing him to roll over onto her. He found himself on top of her with his cock head at the entrance to her pussy. "Fuck me," she hissed at him. "Love me like you used to." 

God help him, but Paul pushed his hips forward and the tip of his cock was slowly enveloped by the warm folds of his mother's pussy. This was even more amazing than her mouth. He froze there a moment realizing what he was about to do.

"I need to cum too, baby," she whined, reaching for his hips, and trying to urge him inside her. 

Paul slowly pressed forward until his cock was balls deep inside his mother. "Oh ...my... god...uh..." 

Paul had been a virgin until this point. His body knew instinctively what to do though. He thrust forward and backwards sliding his cock in and out of his mother's hot, wet pussy, building up to a strong, quick tempo.

Paul's mother lifted her legs up against his sides and pulled him against her soft, plump body, pulling his head down towards hers and kissing him hard. He was fairly inexperienced with kissing, but his mother did all the work, mashing her full lips against his and sucking his tongue into her mouth. It was another new amazing sensation and he paused a beat. 

She broke away from the kiss, breathing hard. "Don't you dare stop! Fuck me! Keep fucking me!" she demanded, and Paul obliged. 

Paul got into rhythm again, plunging his cock deep inside his mother again and again, as they sucked on each other's tongues. She had her legs locked around him now and she was grunting into his mouth with each powerful thrust. He loved being against her fat belly like this. They broke the kiss for some much needed air. She was writhing beneath him as he continued to plunge his cock into her. 

"Oh god, your baby-cakes needed this...uh...uh...I'm...uh...I'm cumming," she squealed. Her body quivered beneath him and she rolled her head back taking in a huge lungful of air. Her orgasm lasted for several minutes and Paul never stopped fucking her. 

He felt his own orgasm approaching. He knew that he couldn't cum inside his own mother. She had relaxed her legs and had only a gentle grip on his arms now. 

"That's it...uh...can you cum again? cum for me." 

With a great effort he pulled his throbbing cock out of her pussy and pressed it hard against her soft, fat belly shooting his load across it. He pumped several streams of semen onto her with some of it splattering against the underside of one of her big, fat tits. He finally stopped cumming, knowing that his mother was covered with his ejaculate. 

She giggled in the darkness and told him to find her a towel. He reached around him, finding one of her white washcloths that she never traveled without and handed it to her. She wiped herself clean, in the darkness, as he kneeled there in the tent trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened and what he would say to her. He needn't have worried, as she was snoring contentedly seconds later. 

Paul covered her up with the blanket, and, this time, he zipped up the sleeping bag, cocooning himself, inside, safe and sound. He tried to stay awake, but soon exhaustion overcame him and he was asleep too. 

He awoke with a start, looking around quickly. It was daylight, and thankfully his mother was still sleeping peacefully under her blanket. Paul quickly got up and peaked out of the tent. It was very early in the morning and no one on this side of the campgrounds was up and about yet. 

Paul grabbed his big towel, wrapped it around his waist and ran over to the car. He found his bag of clothes and toiletries and headed over to the shower facility. The rain hadn't caused much in the way of damage or flooding. In fact, the only thing ruined was his tent and the soaked contents inside. 

When Paul got back to the campsite, his mother was up stoking the fire and working on breakfast. She stopped what she was doing when he approached, looking at him in a panic and running over to him. Paul nearly choked on his own saliva and dropped his bag on the road. He broke out in a cold sweat. Why was she looking at him that way? Did she know? Her tits were flopping obscenely as she ran towards him. He looked down at the ground, quickly. 

She reached him and grasped his wrist. Paul nearly ran the other way, but as his legs tensed up her hand lifted up his chin. "Oh god, Paul," she said pulling him over to the fire. "I'm so sorry! What happened to your tent? My god, I slept right through everything! What happened?"

Paul inwardly heaved an enormous sigh of relief. He almost cried he was so relieved. She didn't know anything or she would have said something.

His mother handed him a mug of coffee. "This will warm you up," she said. She didn't know. His secret was safe.

"Thanks," Paul said, recovering and giving her a G-rated version of last night. "After we went to bed, we got a downpour. I hadn't noticed, but there was a huge gash in the top of my tent. It's a lake in there, still." He took a big sip of coffee. 

"What did you do?" she said, serving them both up a plate of the breakfast she had been working on. 

"Well I grabbed my stuff and ran into your tent. You were sleeping soundly under the blanket so I borrowed your sleeping bag and that's it."

"I'm so sorry, Paul," she said, taking a drink of her own coffee. "I guess there's no way we can repair it?"

"I can't, I'm sorry," he said, digging into their breakfast. They finished eating in silence. Paul, all the while wondering if his mother suspected anything. He felt like he had to ask something but couldn't find the right question. He was so confused. His own mother had taken his virginity last night and he couldn't share that fact with anyone else in the whole world, especially not her!

When they finished eating, they both went over to inspect the tent and see what could be salvaged. They hung his sleeping bag over a tree branch to dry and then dismantled the tent and set that aside to dry before stowing it in the car. His mother gave him a few contemplative glances as they sat down with another cup of coffee.

"Well, here's the question, honey," his mother said as they set about straightening up the campsite. "I'd still like to stay up here, at least one more night, but that would mean sharing a tent together." 

She looked at him hopefully, flashing Paul her best smile. She had her hands on her hips, causing her chest to thrust out towards him. She wasn't doing it on purpose, Paul knew, but he had to fight to not stare at her massive boobs. 

All Paul could think about was that he had been thrusting his cock between those wide hips last night and that he had cum between those white teeth, smiling at him now. His cock twitched involuntarily in his pants. He wanted to tell her that they needed to get home, but the dark side of his mind was wondering if he could get his mother drunk enough for another round tonight. She would never know. 

"Paul?" she said walking close to him and grabbing his hand. "Want to try it?'

"Yes," he said without thinking. "Let's try another night. How did you sleep?" he blurted the question out, without thinking about the consequences. 

"Okay, I think I had a bit too much to drink and I had some wild dreams. I really need to take a shower though. I'm all sticky and sweaty. I'll be back in fifteen minutes and then we'll go on that hike we were talking about." 

Paul set about putting some water and snacks in his little bag for the hike. He knew why she was sticky and she hadn't acted like she suspected anything. He took a deep breath and started to relax. 

"Hello," said a soft, high voice from behind him. 

Paul spun around. "Hello there," he said smiling. 

There was a young girl, not much older than Paul standing there holding two gallons of water. "I'm Jenny," she said. "We just pulled into the camp site next to yours."

Oh, great, Paul thought. All he needed now was neighbors. "I'm Paul," he said. 

"Camping alone?" she asked looking at his lone tent. 

"No," he said, and then paused. What was he going to say next? I'm sharing a tent with my mother? 

Jenny looked at him expectantly; waiting for his answer. 

"Uh...I'm camping with my girlfriend," he blurted. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why did he say that? How was he going to explain that to his mother? 

"Oh! I'm here with my fiancé!" she said cheerfully. "We'll have to have drinks later. It's very romantic up here, isn't it? See you." She briskly walked over to her own campsite. Paul saw that they had forgone tents in favor of a giant RV. He absently wondered what it looked like inside. 

Paul's mother came back a short while later looking refreshed. She had on khaki shorts and a tight green t-shirt that really put the accent on her large breasts. He found himself stealing glances at her bust.. Her thick, curly hair was loose and flowing over her shoulders. She caught Paul looking at her and gave him a quizzical look. He snapped his head away. 

"Are we ready?" she asked, grabbing her small day pack. 

"Yes!" Paul said, too enthusiastically.

"Okay. Let me just put my rings in the car so I don't damage them or lose them on the trail." 

They took off for Stone Peak trail. 

It was a fairly steep, winding trail and they were hard pressed to make it to the first overlook by lunch time, but they did. Paul's mother was red-faced and breathing hard when she sat down on a log beside the trail.

"I think we pushed it too much," Paul said, handing his mother some water. 

"No, I'm glad we did. I'm okay. Lord knows, I need the exercise!" she said, patting her soft belly. 

They stood there together gazing out at the beautiful valley until Paul's mother got her breath back. Then she pulled out the lunches she had made them. They ate together at the edge of the clearing. 

"Oh! Hi, there, Paul!" said a familiar voice rounding the corner. 

Paul and his mother both turned to see Jenny walking up to them with an older man following close behind her.

"Hi," Paul and his mother both called out. 

Jenny and the older man reached them and stood there holding hands, smiling at them. She looked over at Paul's mom. "I'm Jenny and this is my fiancé Larry. We're neighbors at the campsite!" 

Paul and his mom stood up. Paul was inwardly cringing at how this was going to play out, but Jenny took care of that for him. 

"You must be the girlfriend that Paul said he was camping with," she said walking over to Paul's mother. 

Paul's eyes locked on his mother's as she shook Jenny's hand. He was afraid of what she was going to say, but she played along. 

"Yes," she said pulling back. "I'm Michelle. It's so nice to meet you. Join us?"

They all exchanged pleasantries and handshakes and sat down together, enjoying the view and eating lunch. Paul was flustered and uncomfortable the entire time. When they had a moment together, as Larry and Jenny walked to the edge of the bluff, Paul's mother leaned close to him.

"What was all that about? I'm your girlfriend now?"

"Well, um,well Jenny came over while you were in the shower and she asked who I was camping with and I looked over at the one tent and..."

"God, I'm so sorry Paul! I didn't even think about that. Shit!" she giggled. 

Paul chuckled with her. "You see why I said that, right?"

"Yes."

"I didn't really think we'd see them again, you know?"

"Yeah. Okay, so I'm your girlfriend today, right?"

"You'll play along?"

"Yes, but did you notice how old Larry is? He's old enough to be her father."

"I guess couples with big age differences are the norm these days," Paul said, regretting it.

His mother laughed. "Stop it, I'm not that old." 

Before Paul had a chance to respond, Jenny and Larry came back over. "Hey, you two!" Jenny said, cheerfully. She seemed to always be in a constant state of excitement. "Let's go up to the lover's leap. It's so romantic up there. Come on." 

Paul and his mom gathered up their stuff and then followed them up the trail. Thirty minutes later they were at the lookout and it was a spectacular view. 

"I don't think I've ever been here," Paul's mother said, walking to the edge with Paul following. 

"You know the legend, right?" Jenny asked, raising her eyebrows.

"No," Paul and his mother answered in unison. 

Jenny clasped Larry's hand and pulled him tight to her side. "The legend says that if lovers kiss up here they will be together forever." Jenny looked over at Paul and Michelle frowning a little. Then she nodded, as if she had made a decision.

"That's cute," Paul's mom said, absently. 

"There's more, though!" said Jenny, giggling. 

Paul and his mother both gave Jenny their full attention. 

"The legend continues, that if two lovers come up here and consummate their love, you know?" She said giving them an intense look. "If they do that, the seed that they plant will blossom into a blessed harvest. They say it always happens. This was like an ancient fertility temple or something."

"What do you mean," Paul said, stupidly. 

"It means you two will make a baby," Jenny giggled.

Paul turned beat red.

Jenny called them both over to the edge. "You two have never been up here?"

"No," Paul and his mother both said at the same time. 

"Then you have to kiss if you want to be together forever," she said, turning towards Larry and kissing him passionately.

Paul and his mother stood there stupidly, until Jenny pulled her lips away from Larry's and poked Paul's mother in the ribs. "Come on you two," she said, "get busy!"

Paul's mother turned to him, grasping his hand. "Well, we have to play along, right," she whispered, and then pressed her lips against Paul's. Paul put his arms around her, loving the feeling of her huge breasts against his chest. He opened his mouth a little and his mother darted her tongue inside, just for an instant.

"Much better," Jenny said from behind them. 

Paul and his mother broke off their kiss, eyes locked on each other, breathing heavily. "Wow," Paul mouthed. 

His mother quickly grabbed his hand in hers and squeezed it.

"I told you there was something magical about this clearing," Jenny said, happily. "I just knew there was a reason that we met up here today." 

"I'm feeling a bit tired," Paul's mother said. "I think we'd better head back."

"Sure," Jenny said. "I think we're going to the top of the trail. See you too love birds later." They headed up the trail, leaving Paul and his mother behind. 

Michelle held her son's hand all the way down the trail. 

When they got to the campsite, she excused herself to go to the restrooms and Paul took up his phone to play a game. His mother came back a short while later. Paul stood up clumsily, dropping his phone and picking it up. "I—"

"Shh, you don't have to say anything." She went over and started making herself a drink. "I need a strong one after that though."

"Uh, Larry invited us over for burgers and beers later. I think he thinks I'm like twenty-one or something."

"Hmmm," Michelle mused, looking up from her drink preparations. "I think one beer will be okay. Don't tell anyone, especially you know who."

Paul laughed, not believing his luck. "Really?"

"Yeah." She looked over at Paul, smiling at him. "Can't have my boyfriend be a killjoy at parties."

They both laughed and then Michelle sat on her camping chair, took her hiking boots off and took a big sip of her drink. "I've got to take a load of these feet and relax for a bit."

Paul took out his phone and lost himself in one of his games. It started to get a little dark out and his mother was well into her third drink when Jenny popped in to the campsite. 

"Hey!"

"Hey," Paul and his mother said at the same time.

Jenny laughed. "You too do that all the time. You say things at the same time. I think you were destined to be together. Either way it's too late now! You kissed in the clearing." She laughed again. "Larry's got the burgers on and the beer is ice cold. Come over when you're ready." Then she left as quickly as she had appeared.

Paul was getting extremely hungry and excited to have his first beer. "Ready?" he asked his mother. 

"Yeah," she said putting her cup away. "Let me get my flip flops on and change my top."

Paul put his phone away and changed his shirt too. When his mother came out she walked right up to him, hooking her arm in his. "I'll try to be more affectionate this evening so that Jenny lets us alone and doesn't suspect anything."

"Good idea," Paul said, relishing the feeling of his mother's arm in his and her heavenly, plump body pressed against his side. "Shall we?"

"Lead the way, good sir," she said, and off they went.

Larry was busy at the grill when they got there and Jenny handed them both a cold beer. Paul took a quick sip before anyone could take it away from him again. He didn't really like the taste but that was totally, beside the point. 

Jenny pulled Michelle to the side to show her something in the camper and Paul walked over to help Larry. 

"Hey champ." Larry was pulling burgers off the grill. 

"Hey," Paul said, taking another sip of his beer. He was a real man now, drinking and hanging with other men at the grill. Life was good. 

"Let me give you a tip," Larry said.

"What's that?"

"You and Michelle should do it in the clearing. You know?"

"Yeah," Paul said, not really knowing and not really knowing what he wanted to do. He was having second thoughts about tonight in his mother's tent.

"We'll be up there. Oh, you can count on that. I'm giving Jenny a baby this weekend. You know? Michelle's really into you, but you're too uptight, man. You need to relax."

"Yah, you're right, I—" he stammered.

Larry put his hand on Paul's shoulder. "Older women want romance. Okay?"

"Uh, okay," Paul said, trying to sound manly.

Let's eat!" Larry shouted, and Michelle and Jenny emerged from the RV.

The burgers were delicious. They ate together and then Larry got their campfire rolling, and the four of them sat around drinking more beer. Paul was already feeling a bit of a buzz off of his first one. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to drink as much as his mother did. True to her word, his mother was snuggled right next to him and Paul had his arm around her. 

"So, what do you two do for work, Michelle?" Jenny asked.

Paul wondered what his mother would say to that. She put her hand on his leg and his cock twitched. 

"I'm actually between jobs. I'm going to beauty school and Paul just got hired at his uncle's tech support company. This is our last little fling before we get busy." She squeezed Paul's leg and smiled at him, then whispered in his ear. "I always wanted to go to beauty school and your uncle did offer you a job."

"Who needs another beer?" Jenny interrupted, going over to the cooler. 

"I do!" Paul and his mother said in unison, again. 

Jenny laughed. "You just did it again! You're so in tune with each other. The sex must be amazing." 

Paul nearly spit his beer out.

"It is," his mother said, giggling. Then she snuggled even closer leaning her head against his shoulder.

Jenny got them all another beer and Paul was really feeling buzzed after his third beer, he was sure his mother was feeling it too. She was practically melted against him. He loved the feeling of her against him. It was almost like having a real girlfriend. Something he'd never known. He had a raging hard on the whole time.

Jenny stood up and pulled Larry to his feet and went inside their RV. They left the door open. Paul and his mother sat there for a while.

"Where did they go?" Paul asked her.

"Probably making out," his mother said. "I need something a little stronger. Let's say goodbye and head back."

"Sure," Paul said. He stood up trying to adjust his erection as he did; hoping that his mother hadn't noticed it and glad it was dark out. They both walked over to the RV and stepped in with Paul's mother in the lead.




Camping with Mom



"Oh!" she gasped stopping suddenly, just inside. Paul stumbled against her grabbing her hips to keep his balance, his cock slammed against her large, round ass. 

"Oh!" Paul gasped too, now that he could see what had stopped his mother in her tracks. 

Larry was standing in the kitchenette with his shorts down to his ankles and Jenny was kneeling in front of him, sucking his cock for all she was worth. She had most of it in her mouth and was noisily slurping around it. 

Paul's mother backed up to get away but only succeeded in pressing her wide ass against the bulge in his pants. "Oh!" she said.

Jenny and Larry noticed them and Jenny pulled her mouth off of her lover's cock, saliva running down her chin. "It's okay. I wanted you to watch," she said. Then she opened her mouth wide and inhaled Larry's cock again, this time bobbing her head on it and making obscene noises.

If it was possible, Paul got even harder. He heard his mother whimper and then she reached a hand behind her and grabbed the Paul's crotch. 

"Mo—"

"Shh," his mother cut him off and turned her face towards his. "Kiss me."

Paul did, and his mother moaned into his mouth as they mashed their lips together. She squeezed his hardness through his pants. Paul gasped, moving his hands up from his mother's hips, across her plump belly, cupping her huge boobs and loving how big and heavy they were. 

"Yes," she moaned into his mouth, as he roughly squeezed her boobs. "You've been looking at them all day, uh..."

Paul was embarrassed. He hadn't thought his quick, little glances had been noticeable. He pulled his hands away backing up a little. Reality was setting in. This was his mother. He was not right. He turned and nearly jumped out of the RV's door. 

Larry was leaning back against the counter and Jenny had taken her mouth off of his cock again, slowly jerking him. "Michelle."

Michelle was immobile. She stared open-mouthed at the lovers in front of her. 

"Michelle," Jenny said again, continuing to stroke Larry's cock. "You need to go to him. Love him tonight, or you're going to lose him."

"I can't lose him," Michelle whimpered.

"Then go to him," Jenny said. "Suck him like this. Show him how much you love him. Tell him you love him. Then let him be a man and let him fuck you all night long."

Jenny turned her face to Larry's throbbing cock, and sucked him back into her mouth. Michelle, left them and stumbled back to the campsite, where she caught Paul taking his sleeping bag and backpack over to the Volvo. 

"What?"

"I'm sleeping in the car, mom."

"You can't. I—"

"What? Why? We—"

Michelle moved over to him, pressing herself against him and trapping him against the car door. "Because I love you. Jenny told me—she told me—I can't lose you." Then Michelle kissed him, reaching around and grabbing his ass, pulling his hardness against her. 

"Mom," Paul weakly protested, as she pulled her lips away from him. 

"Into the tent," she said, walking ahead. She stumbled and Paul reached out to steady her.

Regaining her balance, she entered the tent, turning on the electric camp light inside. Paul followed her in. He watched in wonder as she sat down, facing him, peeling off her tight blouse, unclasping her industrial strength bra and exposing her big, heavy tits. 

"Wow, you're so big. I mean...not you...uh..."

She giggled, hefting a giant boob in each hand. "I know what you mean. You mean these; they are big and you're overdressed."

Paul peeled his own shirt off and then pulled off his shorts and boxers. His mother squeezed out of her own shorts and panties. They were both sitting there, naked, breathing heavily and looking at each other. 

"Jenny told me what I needed to do," she said, crawling over to him. "Lie on your back."

Paul did. His hard cock pointing straight up at the ceiling. "Mom, you're drunk."

"No. You call me Michelle, or baby-cakes from now on. I'm your girlfriend, here and now, and I'm gonna suck that big cock of yours all the way down my throat and drink your cum. How does that sound?"

"It...it sounds—oh my god!" he stammered and gasped as she bent her head over his cock and then sucked his entire length into her mouth and throat in one glorious movement. He was in his mother's throat! "Oh my god!" he cried out again as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft. 

Michelle took her son's thick, hard cock into her throat, again and again and again. She slurped on him noisily, drooling around his shaft. She came up for air. "I need some relief too. So wet. Eat me too, yeah?"

"I don't know how," Paul mumbled, embarrassed.

"Just lick me," his mother gasped, moving her leg over him and straddling his face. Then she leaned forward, sucking his cock back into her mouth again as she pushed her sex against his face. 

Paul knew he was in a sixty-nine position. He had seen it in porno movies before, but never dreamed in a million years that his first time in this position would be with his mother. 

Her heavy, breasts were molded against his torso, and she ground her wet pussy against his face. He instantly loved the smell of her. He loved the feel of her soft, fat belly against his body. He loved the weight of her on him. He reached up to her ass, pulling her closer and he licked her.

"Yes!" his mother shrieked, pulling her mouth off of his cock. "Like that!" Then she sucked his cock into her mouth again.

Paul proceeded with gusto, loving that he was pleasing her; feeling proud; Loving the way she tasted.

"Oh yes!" she shrieked again, grinding her pussy against his face. "That's it! You're a natural!"

Paul lapped at her pussy like a man possessed, moaning against his mother's wet, hot sex with his cock buried in her throat. The two lovers ate each other for a long while, grunting and moaning against each other, pleasing each other.

Paul's mother rolled off of him. "I think—" she was breathless. "I think you could make me cum like that—uh—you had me so close."

"I was close too," Paul chimed in. 

"I know hunny-buns," she said, laying back. "I wanna cum with you inside me though. Make love to me." she spread her thick thighs wide, inviting him inside of her.

Paul crawled over and on top of her. She pulled him down towards her face, but he hesitated. "Your, um, it's on my face..."

She giggled. "I have so much to teach you. It's called pussy juice, and I love to taste myself on my man's lips and tongue. Kiss me."

Paul stiffened in pride. He was her man. All weekend, it had been about him becoming a real man, he thought. He wasn't about to disappoint his new woman. He leaned forward kissing his mother passionately as he sank his thick cock inside her. The feeling was unbelievable. 

"Oh, my fucking God, baby," she moaned as he slid his length in and out of her. "Where have you been all my life? Uh! That's it. Fuck me!"

Paul did fuck her. The tent was filled with the wet sounds of their sex and their grunting. They fucked forever it seemed. Paul was proud of how long he lasted. His mother squeezed her legs tightly around him as she came. He couldn't breathe as she squeezed the air out of him. 

"Oh Paul." she whimpered as she came down from her orgasm, at last releasing her legs. 

When he could breathe again, Paul told her that he was going to cum as well, and started to pull out of her. 

"Don't you dare!" she hissed at him. "Fill me with your seed. Cum deep inside me, baby. Inside me!" 

Paul thrust his cock inside his mother, shooting his load deep inside her, filling her with his seed at her request. This was much better than skeeting on her belly, although that was pretty hot too, he had to admit. This was better though; much, much better. 

Paul rolled off of his mother after he was spent. She moved against him pulling the blankets and comforter over them. "I love you," she said, kissing his cheek and drifting off to sleep. Paul passed out a short time later, loving the feeling of his mother's plump body against his. She really was the woman of his dreams. Forget Judy Summers. 

Paul woke up the next morning alone in the tent. He dressed quickly and went outside. His mother wasn't there. It was a little chilly this morning, so he got some jeans and a sweater out of the Volvo, grabbed his toiletries and headed over to the bathrooms. After brushing his teeth and changing his clothes, he went back to the campsite. There was still no sign of his mother. He grabbed a protein bar and some juice and sat there wondering if she was angry at him for last night. Would she still love him? 

He tried to make sense of it, but his thoughts were soon interrupted. 

"Hey Paul," Jenny said, coming over to where he was sitting. She had two cups of coffee in her hand and offered him one. 

"Thanks," he said as she sat down next to him. "Have you seen my—I mean—Michelle?"

Jenny put her hand on Paul's leg. "Yes. I saw her this morning. We talked. She needed some time to herself."

"Why? What did she say?"

"Listen. When I was finished with Larry, I came over last night and looked in the tent."

"You saw?"

"And heard. Everything."

Paul turned so red, that he felt like the skin was going to melt off of his face. "You—I—"

Jenny giggled. "It's okay, it was really hot. I could have watched you two fuck all night, but—"

Paul started to get up, but Jenny pulled him back down.

"Wait. I heard you guys. I know that Michelle's your mother."

Reality hit hard and Paul felt like a freak. He hadn't thought any of this through. He felt like he was going to burst into tears. 

Jenny scooted closer to him putting her arm around him. "You're so uptight. Relax. It's okay. I'm not judging you and I still think you two were made to be together. Michelle went up to the clearing we were at yesterday to sort things out. You need to go to her now, though; right now."

"I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say. What if she doesn't—What if—"

"She does love you. Are you scared?"

"Yes."

"Let's go up together. Come on. Finish your coffee and let's go."

Paul drained his barely warm coffee in one big swig, and let Jenny lead him up the trail to his mother. To his doom. 

They found her sitting on a log, looking out over the valley, still and lost in thought. Paul started to back away, but Jenny gripped his arm. "Come on," she whispered in his ear, pulling him along behind her as she walked over to Michelle. 

Michelle stiffened as she heard their footsteps, turning around suddenly. Her eyes were wet. "Please, go," she said, almost inaudibly. 

"No," Jenny said firmly. "Paul, sit down."

Paul did as he was told and sat down next to his mother. They both looked up at Jenny as she moved in front of them. She pulled two necklaces with some kind of Native American talisman hanging on worn leather. She leaned forward and put one over each of their heads and around their necks. Paul and his mother sat there stupidly, looking up at Jenny. The realization of what had happened this weekend had hit them both hard. They were embarrassed, confused and full of regret. 

"You two," Jenny giggled as she looked at their shocked faces. "You over think everything. You're so programmed, so uptight, so utterly clueless and hopeless. I just knew I was up here for a reason. You're under the spell of this place and you're resisting it and it's hurting your hearts; your souls; your spirits."

"I don't believe in—" Michelle started, but Jenny cut her off with a loud shush." 

"Quiet. Be quiet and listen to me. I don't care what you believe or don't believe, but there is one thing that I know. I know that you two were made for each other and despite any social stigmas or any of that shit; you two are here, now for one reason. You love each other, you made love to each other and that's that. You have two choices. You can go insane with regret and guilt and embarrassment, which will ruin your lives for ever, or you can give in to true love and be happy. That's really all there is to it." Jenny knelt down in front of them. "Kiss," she whispered. 

Michelle and Paul turned towards each other. Paul started to say something but Jenny shushed him again and put her hands on the backs of each of their heads, pushing them closer together. "You have to do this, or it will tear you apart." 

"But it's—" Paul protested.

"It never—" Michelle started. 

"Who do you think Larry is?" Jenny giggled. "I seduced him as soon as he divorced my mother and we've been together ever since. Now shut up and kiss!" 

Paul and his mother moved their lips against each other as if magnetically drawn and once their lips touched, their passion erupted.

"Yes," Jenny exclaimed as Paul and Michelle kissed, open mouthed.

They were sucking on each other's tongues in seconds and Paul placed his hands on his mother's massive boobs, kneading them roughly. She moaned in appreciation. They pulled away from each other to catch their breath.

"You have to consummate your love, here and now."

"What if someone comes up and—?" Paul started. 

"Let me worry about that," Jenny insisted. "You're overdressed." 

Whether it was uncontrolled lust or the sacred necklaces they wore, it was if they were under a spell. Paul and his mother peeled off their clothes, exposing their naked bodies to Jenny and the warm morning sun. 

Michelle went down on her hands and knees, offering her plump ass to her son. "I'm already wet and ready for you. It's like I'm on fire, and so empty. Fill me up." 

"It's the magic of this place. It's so strong," Jenny said quietly. 

Paul moved up behind his mother and hesitated. Jenny gave a frustrated sigh and moved closer and grabbed his cock firmly, pulling it against his mother's pussy. She grunted as she felt the tip of his cock against her. Jenny guided his cock where it belonged and stepped back. Paul plunged inside of Michelle. 

"Oh God, baby!" she shrieked as Paul started to fuck her. The clearing was filled with the sound of their lovemaking. 

Paul had a good firm grip on his mother's thick, fat thighs as he thrust inside her. He reached one hand around to grab one of her heavy, swinging breasts.

"Yes," she shrieked at him. "I'm almost there! Keep—yes, keep fucking me. I'm—ahhh!"

"I'm going to cum too, mom," Paul stammered as his mother convulsed on the ground in front of him, slamming her hips back against him. 

"Give it to her Paul," Jenny said. "Give her your child. Fill her with your seed."

Paul did. He shot the biggest load of his life deep inside his mother, pumping her full of his seed. His mother had collapsed forward onto her forearms, her face on the grass. 

"God, baby, I could feel it shooting. I could feel it."

Paul pulled his cock out and his mother turned to him, kissing him passionately. 

Jenny clapped from beside them. "Oh that was so hot! Paul, you're going to be a wonderful father! I'm so happy for you two!"

Paul's mouth dropped open and Jenny giggled. "The legend! Don't you listen to anything I say?"

Michelle grasped Paul's hands tightly. "I listened. It's okay. I want it and I'll teach you. You'll be great. I don't know what we'll do. I just feel. I just feel at peace. I know we'll be okay." 

"Well, my work is done here," Jenny chimed in, beaming at them. "That was so fucking hot. I'm off to find my man. I've never been so horny in my life. I'll see you two later." Then she left. 

"Let's get dressed, champ," Michelle giggled. "Back to the tent, I have something to show you."

Paul and his mother got dressed and made their way back down the trail. They could hear muffled squeals from Jenny's campsite as they passed it. "She wasn't kidding," Michelle laughed. 

When they got to the tent, Michelle zipped it up behind them. "It's nearly lunch and I'm hungry." 

Paul looked at her funny and started toward the opening of the tent. "I'll get—"

"No," she said, pulling him back and pushing him down onto the sleeping bags. "I said momma's hungry. I'm hungry for you, lover. I'm going to suck your cock and swallow my lunch. Get used to it, baby."

She yanked down Paul's shorts until his cock sprang up. "Ha, I knew you were ready," she giggled and then leaned over and sucked him deep into her mouth. "Mmmmm."

Michelle sucked her son until he flooded her mouth with semen. She swallowed every last drop and then cuddled up against him. "I love you so much, hunny-buns."

"I love you too, b...baby cakes?" Paul responded. 

"Yes," his mom giggled. "I am your baby-cakes. Just think, we've got two more nights up here together if you're game," she said rubbing her hands on his chest. 

"Yeah, I'd like that," Paul said. 

"You know my big tits are going to become gigantic when I'm pregnant," Michelle giggled. 

"I can't wait," Paul said, "What about—"

"Shhh," Michelle said, kissing Paul on the cheek. "We'll get our own place near the college, we'll be okay. Fuck him."

Paul knew in his heart that everything would be okay. Fuck Judy Summers. He had found the woman of his dreams. The lovers fell asleep together. 

They did stay at the campground for the next two nights. Paul had indeed impregnated his mother and they moved in together by the college a few weeks after they returned. Michelle went to beauty school and Paul took his uncle's job offer. They had a wonderful daughter together and Michelle's boobs grew huge with milk and they lived happily ever after. 

The end.



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Daddy's Discipline Is Love



"MEG! Get in here now!" I heard Daddy hollering from his home-office. I actually had no clue that he was home. But it definitely wasn't a good sign that he was yelling from downstairs while I was upstairs doing homework instead of leaning in the doorway to my room and talking to me. I wracked my brain as I smoothed my skirt over my ass and zipped the hooded sweatshirt over my bra, and thought carefully about what the hell Daddy could be yelling about now.

I took a second as I passed the full length mirror to check out my 18 year-old body. My tits were kinda small, fully a B-cup but I wished they were larger. My legs were long, curving into a nice full ass. My face was heart-shaped with large green eyes framed with long black eyelashes, and my very dark brown hair was naturally wavy and fell softly below my shoulder-blades. And of course my best facial feature, my mouth...soft, warm, full lips, that would probably be referred to as DSLs...Dick Sucking Lips.

I started down the stairs as Daddy came out of his office, ready to yell again. I paused as I got a look at his face. His face was hard, furious, his jaw tense, and worst of all, the fire behind his green eyes. "Oh shit," I said under my breath, still unsure what I did (or did not) do, but certain that I was not going to feel anything but regret and a burning ass when Daddy was done.

I knew that being cute wasn't a good idea, so instead I went for innocently confused, which wasn't much of a stretch. "Daddy? You, um, called, for me?" I looked up at him. Daddy stood 6'3" and had a touch of grey at his temples in his light brown hair. My Daddy was always handsome, even when he was angry. He was Australian, and moved to the U.S. where he met my mom (who was older than him) when I was just a baby. Mom got sick of being a wife and mother and ran off to Vegas, leaving me with Daddy. We may not be related, but I loved my Daddy as if we were real father and daughter.

I usually loved hearing him talk. His accent was sexy – he never lost it even though he'd lived here for most of my life. It was actually even more pronounced when he was angry...and Daddy was furious right now.

"Get your fucking ass into my office, Meg." He turned away from me and went back inside, expecting me to follow him. Self preservation told me the smart thing to do was to be a good girl, get in, deny it all, and get out; so I followed meekly.

He sat at his desk, staring at me. The anger was palpable. Daddy hadn't asked me to sit, so I stood in front of his desk, my hands clasped in front of me. I still had no clue why he was so angry. I held my tongue and looked at the top of his desk, waiting. The seconds ticked by, counted by the pendulum clock on the wall...or maybe it was the pounding of my heart in my ears. But in the silence of Daddy's office, they were both so unbelievably loud.

"I've already had a fucking day from hell at the office dealing with employee bullshit. Then I got a call about you today, young lady. You had better have a damn good explanation." Each word from Daddy's lips was tinged with arsenic...he was REALLY pissed off.

I looked up at him. "Daddy, I'm sorry, but I really don't know what you're angry about. Please, tell me?" I said this softly, trying to keep from inflaming his anger.

"Seriously? You're going to stand there and lie to my face?" 

"Daddy, could you please clue me in?" I say respectfully.

I swear daddy turned red at this point, and I could see the vein in his forehead throbbing. He shocked me when, instead of screaming, he dropped his voice very low, and said evenly, "You. Are. A. God. Damn. Fucking. SLUT." Each word was punctuated as if a sentence of its own. And I felt as if I'd been slapped at the last word. 

"Wha- what the hell are you talking about, Daddy!?" I lost my composure and fell into a chair, my skirt sliding up my thighs. At that moment, though, I realized that Daddy had found out. And since I had started denying, I had to keep denying everything.

"Your principal called. Do you still want to deny everything, Meg?"

"I...don't know why he would call..." my voice trailed off as I hid my face in my hands.

Daddy slammed his fist down on his desk, making me jump. "God DAMMIT Megan, STOP LYING!" Tears welled up in my eyes. "You were found with that boy...at school...Fucking."

I cried, tears streaming over my cheeks, as Daddy laid out the accusation. "No Daddy! We weren't fucking, I swear it!"

"Oh? You swear it? Just like you had 'no idea' why I would be livid? Just like you had 'no idea' why the school would call? You swearing to me doesn't mean a whole lot right now."

"Daddy, I promise you, we were not having sex...well...sort of anyway." My face was burning but I knew I had to be completely open with Daddy. "Not that it makes it much better, but I was sitting on the counter, sucking his dick, while he fingered me. But I didn't have sex with him." I breathed out and stared at the ink spot on his blotter on his desk.

I could feel Daddy's eyes burning into me, and even though I didn't want to, I looked up, thinking I would meet his eyes. They were, instead, focused on my skirt which had slid up further and the realization that my bare pussy was visible hit me. "Oh...fuck," I thought to myself, and reached to pull my skirt lower. 

"STOP! You like acting like a whore, so you may as well look like one here at home, too. Get up and come sit on the edge of Daddy's desk...and spread those slut legs of yours." I slowly obeyed. I was embarrassed. And the embarrassment was made worse by the fact that showing Daddy my cunt (and hearing that Aussie accent of his) was making me wet. I felt the cold wood of the desktop on my ass as I slid in front of Daddy and spread my legs.

"Wider, Meg," Daddy said as he pushed my skirt up around my hips. My face was burning almost as much as my pussy. "Mmmmm...so this is the pussy you had no problem showing off at school? Lucky boy." Daddy ran his fingers over my thigh and I couldn't help gasping softly and trembling under his touch. He caressed me again, and I closed my eyes, biting my lower lip. My eyes popped open and I cried out in surprise when the sharp *crack* landed on my inner thigh. Daddy slapped the other leg and I instinctively moved to close my legs to protect myself.

"No...keep them open, cunt. You had no problem showing that to a boy at school your slutty pussy. Now you need to be punished. If I have to tie your legs open neither of us will be happy." I whimpered, but spread my legs again.

"Very good, Meg. But you don't look enough like a slut. Take off your top and bra." Daddy stared hard at me.

"Daddy, please. I get it. I'll be good, daddy." I was begging. I just wanted to run back upstairs to my bedroom.

Instead, Daddy stood up, towering over me, and reached out, grasped the zipper and yanked it down in one move, then pushed the sweatshirt off my shoulders. He ran the back of his hand down my chest, lightly brushing against one nipple, then the other. He slid the other hand up my stomach and gently groped my right breast over the bra. "Look how hard those little nipples are, you dirty girl. Getting turned on when your Daddy touches you. Now...Meg, take off your bra." 

He stepped back and folded his arms, staring me down. With trembling hands, I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, slowly sliding the straps off my shoulders, and letting the cups fall away from my breasts. Daddy held out his hand and I gave it to him, then instinctively covered my chest with my arms. "Tsk, Tsk. No, Meg. You don't get to cover up."

Daddy grabbed his keys from his pocket and unlocked "The Drawer" in his desk. He pulled out a set of handcuffs, securing my wrists together behind my back, forcing my tits forward. He firmly pushed my legs apart and pulled a leather paddle, a riding crop, and a flogger from the drawer, setting each one on the desk top. Finally he pulled a vibrator out.

Daddy grabbed my face and forced me to look in his eyes. "Don't close your legs, slut. This is for your own good." I nodded as he picked up the flogger. Daddy trailed the strands over my stomach and thighs, tickling and teasing me. Then he cocked his arm and brought the leather strips down hard on my inner thigh. I whimpered, knowing he was just warming up...it was light and stingy, not hurting too much, but still not pleasant. He struck my tits too, popping the hard sensitive nipples and making me cry out.

"Oohhh poor baby. Does that hurt?" I knew it was rhetorical. He snapped the leather straps again, landing this time on my stomach. I shuddered and tried to shy away. He grabbed me by the hair and held me still, setting the flogger down. He picked up the riding crop and drew lines over my skin with it, making me shiver.

Daddy released me with the simple order "Don't. Move." I nodded and braced myself. He snapped the riding crop across the top of my tits and I screamed out. "OWWWWW FUCK!" He swatted the inside of my thighs, each side, then placed a well aimed strike on my pussy lips. I was sobbing, begging him to stop and trying to keep my thighs spread open but I finally broke down and snapped my legs shut

Daddy ran his hand up over my tits, pinching each nipple hard, harder, making me scream and crumple against him, then moved his hand up to my throat, squeezing gently. 

"Since you cannot keep your legs open and your cunt spread for me, my precious little slut, I guess you'll have to bend over." He pulled me off the desk and bent me over his desk, face down, hands still cuffed behind my back. I felt the cold wood against my nipples. I whimpered as daddy pushed my legs apart, knocking me slightly off balance. He ran his hands over my ass, squeezing each cheek, then spreading my ass and sliding a finger in up to the first knuckle, then pulling out.

"I'm going to take both holes, make you the whore you've been acting like," he whispered, making my cunt drip. "But not...quite...yet," he drew out the last bits of his sentence as he slipped his fingers along my wet cunt slit and deep into me. "Such a naughty little cunt, getting wet over your daddy's punishments."

Daddy picked up the vibrator and turned it on, working it into my cunt. "Hold it in there, slut. Don't fucking dare drop it." He then reached for the leather paddle, the one with holes drilled into it to reduce the air drag. I heard him heft it against his palm, a light slapping sound. I trembled, half in anticipation from the stinging that would be landing on my ass and thighs, half from the vibrator buzzing away deep inside me. 

Holding that vibrator would require me to hold my muscles tight...which also meant each strike would hurt more. Daddy slapped my ass hard, and I screamed, jerking forward on the desk, the edge cutting into my thighs. He hit me again, and again, each time in a different spot, stinging my ass, my thighs, the curve above and below my ass. I let go and screamed and begged.

"Daddy! Please, GOD, Daddy! I'm sorry! Please stop!"

"I know you're sorry baby." He struck me again. And again. And again. I screamed. My tears dropped onto the desktop, staining his blotter. I felt as if my tight ass were on fire. I was clenching my cunt and ass muscles as tight as I could to avoid dropping the vibrator.

Daddy finally dropped the paddle on the floor, and ran his fingertips over my ass, making me moan and cringe. He gently slipped the vibrator from my dripping, aching cunt, turning it off, and bringing it to my lips. "Suck your pussy from it, baby." I opened my mouth as he fucked my face slowly, gently with the toy.

While I was distracted, Daddy took the opportunity to sink his cock deep into my cunt. I moaned deeply, pushing my hips back against him. He set the vibrator off to the side, and grabbed my hips, thrusting in deeply, letting out his own moan.

"God baby, I love your pussy. You may cum whenever you feel the need!" I felt him part my ass again, slipping his finger back into that tight hole and I lost it, screaming this time in orgasmic pleasure, soaking Daddy's thick cock with my cum. 

"Oh GOD DADDY! I love you!" I breathed out in my orgasm.

"Mmmm I love you too," he grunted. I felt him stiffen against me and his cock spew his hot seed inside me, exploding in my cunt. I moaned softly as Daddy leaned on top of me, resting, catching his breath. I loved feeling his weight, his skin, his body heat, his heart, all against me. After a minute or so, he stood and uncuffed me, pulling me up and turning me around. 

His eyes had softened. He brushed my hair off my face, and kissed my forehead. Pulling me closer, he pressed his lips against mine and kissed me, not as a father, but as a lover. Something had changed between me and daddy, and while, he was still Daddy to me, I had a feeling I would be feeling his cock inside me much more from now on.

"Let's go get cleaned up, princess," he said, gently leading me upstairs to his bedroom. He turned on the water, making sure it was steaming, but not scalding. He slipped my skirt off, then quickly undressed himself. We stepped into his huge marble shower together, and the multiple showerheads sprayed down on us. I moaned quietly, the hot water stinging my ass.

"It hurts, Daddy."

"Turn your back to me, honey," he said, pulling me to him so my ass rested against his thighs. He grabbed the soap and slowly, sensually started washing both of us, his hands massaging my inner thighs, my hips, my belly, then working his way up to my breasts. He took both in his hands, playing with my nipples and rubbing the wet flesh between his fingers. I sank back against his chest, leaning my head back. He leaned down and captured my mouth with his, kissing me passionately, making love to my mouth with his tongue. I broke away and turned, leaning against the warm tiles and pulled Daddy with me. My hands stroked his skin, water coursing over both us. He was pressed tight against me, and I could feel his cock stirring. I wanted him...but not in the shower. I wanted him to make love to me in his bed.

"Daddy..." I whispered, afraid to tell him what I wanted.

"Yesss?" His voice was thick with longing.

"Daddy. I want you to make love to me. Take me to your bed." I felt daddy stiffen momentarily, and I was scared he would say no.

"Are you sure, Princess?" 

"I'm positive." I was terrified. This wasn't daddy punishing me in the heat of the moment. This was both of us agreeing that we were going to be lovers.

"Then let's finish up here." He gently shampooed my hair, then conditioned it, reminding me of the love he had for me. 

We stepped out and he grabbed the fluffy towels, the ones I remembered from being a little girl, and he dried my hair and body, and wrapped the towel around me, then wrapped another around his waist. I was trembling from head to toe, but not from being chilled. 

Daddy led me to his bed, firm, yet warm, so much like my father. I sat down on the edge and looked up at him. His fingers trembled slightly as he brushed them through my still damp hair.

"You can still change your mind, honey. I know I lost control downstairs and I'm really, really sorry about that...but you don't have to do this."

"I love you, Daddy. Please. I want you to make love to me. Unless..." I trailed off and looked down, biting my lip.

Daddy lifted my chin, staring into my eyes, a soft smile dancing on his lips. "Unless, what, my princess?"

God, I loved when Daddy called me princess. I felt my eyes watering with tears. "Unless...you don't want me...like that." I blinked and felt a tear sliding down my cheek. It was ripping at my heart just to say it. Daddy wiped the tear away and kissed me softly, holding my face and letting me feel his warm soft lips. My arms instinctively went up around his neck. 

He pulled back and gently unwound my arms. "I would love nothing more, my beautiful princess, than to be your lover." He gently undid the towel and looked at my body, taking in a sharp breath. I flushed, still shy in front of him, but didn't cover myself up.

"You're so beautiful," he gasped. He slowly laid me back on the bed, then slipped the towel off his body and slid next to me, pulling me close. He kissed me again, harder this time, his hands running over the smooth skin of my body. I opened my lips and pulled him close, tasting his tongue, feeling his muscles ripple against me. I reached down to stroke his cock, but he stopped me, gently placing a hand on mine, intertwining our fingers.

"Wait. I'm going to do this right," he said, kissing my fingers. Then my wrist. I sighed as he kissed his way down my body, hovering between my thighs, breathing softly on my skin. He moaned as he gently parted my pussy lips, and ran his tongue up my slit, and around my hardening, throbbing clit, capturing the pink bud between his lips, then licking again. He ran his tongue back down, and licked inside my cunt, tasting the sweet juices that had begun flowing. Over, and over, he traced back and forth, slipping a finger into me and gently rubbing my G-spot.

I lifted my hips, pushing into his mouth, gripping his bed-covers and moaning. I had never had anyone eat my pussy before, and I screamed as I came hard over his tongue. "Ohhhh GOD DADDY! Yessss! I'm cumming! Oh DADDY!"

He lapped up each drop from my cunt, as I tried to catch my breath. He moved up toward me, kissing each nipple, catching them between his teeth, nipping softly, then flicking them with his tongue. He came to rest next to me again, kissing me, letting me taste myself on his lips.

"You still want me to make love to you, Princess?"

"Mmmmmm, yessss, god, yes Daddy. Please?" I gasped between kisses.

He moved over me, straddling me, his cock rock hard. He leaned forward, catching my hands, and lifting them to his face, kissed both wrists before stretching them over my head and gently pinning me down. He released one for a moment, reaching down and grabbing his cock, and stroked up and down my wet pussy lips, over my clit, making me gasp. "Oh Daddy..." the love in my voice evident.

"Look at me," he commanded. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His eyes had a look of hunger and longing. "I love you, Megan." He guided himself into me as he made this proclamation. He slid slowly into me, letting me feel every inch of him. I cried out, and felt him shift inside me, hitting every sensitive spot. I wrapped my legs around my father's waist, holding him tight against me, deep inside me, and lifted my hips up against him. I don't know how long we stayed like that, both of us loving the feeling of being joined together.

Eventually, he broke the spell and started sliding in and out. He wasn't fucking me – he was making love to me. His strokes were long and controlled, making it last. I could feel the orgasm building inside me, as he kissed me. He surprised me, though, by wrapping his arms around me, and pulling me up on top of him as he sat back against the pillows.

"Ride me, honey. I want to kiss you, love you." I placed my arms on his shoulders and started moving up and down, flexing and contracting around his cock as he moaned and kissed me deeply, his free fingers now searching for my clit and my nipples, gently twisting on both as I moaned and dug my fingers into his back.

I broke away, gasping and looking into his eyes. "I'm...I'm going to cum, Daddy!"

"Me too, baby. Don't close your eyes! Keep looking at me. God, I love you, Princess." I felt him stiffen up.

"Oh...GOD!" I couldn't help it...I closed my eyes and moaned with the most intense, incredible, earth shaking orgasm I'd ever felt, driven even more by my father's groan of pleasure and his cum shooting into my pussy. He pulled my head to his face and kissed me. I was getting dizzy. I couldn't breathe, and I loved it. As the pleasure waves subsided, I rested my forehead against his. He gently rolled me off him and pulled me close, letting me snuggle with him in bed the way I used to when I needed to feel safe. 




Daddy's Discipline Is Love



I panicked for a moment when I felt him shift away and get out of bed...but he simply turned down the covers and motioned for me to slide under the covers, then he slid back next to me and held me close, as we both began to drift off into the satisfied sleep of lovers. I know I was smiling...and I'm pretty sure he was, too.

"I love you, Daddy. Thank you." I mumbled, curling into him as the little "spoon".

"I love you, Princess. I always will. You'll always be my little girl..." he trailed off, his breathing deepened. And I fell asleep with the man I have loved my whole life, holding me close.



Daddy's Little Girl



Another call at the office from the school principal, he thought. That damn girl, will she ever learn. Since the divorce she has been out of control, her mother cannot control her. That bitch spoiled her when I was around and made me the bad guy. Even now, she is doing it again.  

I am sitting here yet again in the Headmaster's office. If it isn't one thing, it is another. When Mom and dad split up, this old fucker has been on my ass for the littlest things. I swear he must get off yelling at me. Bet his damn cock gets hard when he is ripping into me about how sinful I am. I was called in because my skirt was too short and you could see my ass. OK, so I like thong underwear. The old horny fart shouldn't have been looking up girls' skirts in the first place.  As I look out the window, I see that familiar gray BMW. OH FUCK, they called him. Shit! He is going to be totally pissed. Oh well, I guess I will be grounded until I am 30.

There she sits. DAMN, I never noticed how beautiful she really is, nothing like her mother. Her mother was once a cute woman, but the years have not been kind to her. There sits my beautiful daughter with her long wavy honey blonde hair, deep green eyes, and a smile that will make you melt. What the hell am I going to do with her? 

“Hey, dad. What brings you here on this fine day?” I say with a smile.

“Don’t give me that shit young lady. You know perfectly well, why I am here. Get your stuff and get in the car. Wait there until I discuss the problem over with the principal,” he barks at me.

“Don’t you mean Headmaster?” I slip in as I exit the office.

God, I hate sitting in here. I always hated the principal’s or headmaster’s office. I sit down.

“Mr. Taylor, your daughter has been in my office 5 times in the last 2 months. I know things at home are stressed, since the divorce, but something has to be done about Kara. She has been in violation of the school rules 4 out of the 5 times. She refuses to follow the school dress code. Her skirts are much to short. Skirts must be below the knee…”

She does have great legs. Nice and firm from all those years of dance and gymnastics.

“…another thing, uhmm how do I say this, your daughter is a busty girl. Uhmmmm, she needs to wear shirts a little bigger and of course to keep them buttoned…”

Her figure has filled out in the last couple of months… “…and yet another thing, is the thong underwear. Kara CANNOT wear those here at my school. This isn’t the worst of it, Mr. Taylor.”

“There is more,” I say surprised. I know Kara has been in the office a couple times, but what can be worse then what I have been told.

“Yes, Mr. Taylor, there is.” 

I look at my shoes then at the headmaster’s face.

“Your daughter and boy were recently caught in the music room.”

“Huh? What? I don’t get it.”

“Didn’t your ex-wife inform you about this. Kara was suspended for several days for breaking a conduct rule.”

“I have to admit, sir. My ex-wife and I don’t talk. She took the divorce hard and blames me for it all.”

“ I am sorry Mr. Taylor. But your daughter…”

“Just tell me what happened.”

“Well, as you know males and females at this school are not allowed to fraternize. A couple weeks ago, your daughter and the Hawkins’ boy were in the music room. When I entered the room, your daughter and Mr. Hawkins were both naked. Kara and Mr. Hawkins were orally pleasuring each other.”

“ WHAT??????? WHAT DID YOU SAY? ARE YOU TELLING ME MY DAUGHTER WAS GIVING RYAN HAWKINS A BLOW JOB?” I was shocked; my little girl was sucking on a cock.

“Mr. Taylor, calm yourself. Yes, I am saying just that. Both were equally to blame. Both received the same punishment of 3 days suspension and a week of detention.”

What could I say? Really, what could I say? My daughter acting like a slut. Where did she learn this behavior? Her mother is nothing like this. It would take the second coming to get a blowjob for that woman. Hmmmmm, how active was Kara? How many 18-year-old boys were touching my daughter’s silky skin… tonguing her womanhood… or making her quiver when she reaches orgasm?

“Mr. Taylor, I feel that Kara needs a firm hand when it comes to this recent events. It seems like your ex-wife is unable to meet Kara’s emotional needs. I am suspending Kara for the rest of the week. And for her to reenter the school, Kara is going to be required to attend counseling to help her with the demons inside her.” Awaken from my thoughts, I agree to the arrangement. We shake hands. I leave still thinking about my daughter tasting Ryan Hawkins throbbing cock.

Damn, I hate waiting. I know I am in for it but what? He can enforce any punishment. So why am I so worried. I am 18 for God sakes. I am supposed to push the limits and have fun. Damn it all.

Dad enters the car. He doesn’t even look at me. He starts dialing his cell phone.

“Patty. This is Dave. Pick up.”

“You will never guess were I was. Nope. Not even close. I was called out of my office today by the Headmaster of Kara’s school. Why didn’t you inform me of the problems Kara was having at school?”

After a short pause, “Oh you thought you could handle it. You though you could. WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR MIND LADY? Our daughter is acting like a cheap slut. Well, I guess you wouldn’t know what a cheap slut was, would you, Patty dear? (Pause) OH YOU SHUT UP AND LISTEN. Kara is coming to stay with me until things are straightened out. You need help Patty. You need to get your shit together. YOU have to realize the problem was with the both of us not just me. I feel it will be best for all involved. (Pause) Stop crying. You knew this was going to happen. I will send for Kara’s thing tomorrow. Good bye Patty, get the help you need.”

It was unbelievable my father raising his voice. He never yelled. What ever the headmaster said sure got him angry. Then it hit me… I am not going home I am going to his apartment.

“There is no way in hell I am going to live with you. I chose to live with mom. You heard that at the hearing. I decided. The judge said it was best for me.”

“FUCK the court, the judge and your mother. NO daughter of mine is going to be a SLUT!” I am screaming… as I pulling into my apartment complex. 

“FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU!” I yell as I exit the parked car. I start running. I am not going to live with him. No, I am not.

She is out the door and driveway by the time I catch her. I grab her arm. I yank her so hard she loses her balance. I start dragging her. I stop only long enough to let her gain her balance. The walk is a short on to the apartment. I unlock the door and throw her to the floor. As she falls, her skirt rises showing off her nicely shaved snatch. ONMIGOD! My baby shaves her snatch. I start at her deeply. I look at her face, fear and innocents is what I see. She tries to stand. I push her back down. Her breasts pounce softly. Unlike her mom’s 32 A’s, Kara’s are full 38C on that petite body.

“Daddy what is wrong with you?” I ask him. He looks at me with anger. I say nothing to my daughter. I look at her body. I have never looked at her body before. She has a body that would make Aphrodite cry. I feel a twinge in my slacks. My cock is stirring. I haven’t touched a woman or looked at one in so long. I stand there. Staring at my daughter wondering… OH, GOD THAT IS WRONG!

“Daddy, are u ok? You are scaring me. Please daddy stop.”

“YOUR NOTHING BUT A SLUT!!! What have u done? I demand you tell me WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE!” I feel enraged as I grab my daughter by her blonde locks. I throw her over my knee.

“NO, DADDY NO!” She screams. 

I don’t listen. I have never punished my sweet Kara. I never laid a hand on her but she needs to be punished. I raise her skirt over her tight ass. Her sweet white flesh begging me to spank it, SWAT! She cries. I do it repeatedly.

“Tell me slut, were you sucking Ryan Hawkins’ cock in the music room? Did you let him eat your pussy, your shaved pussy?”

“YES, DADDY YES! I left Ryan eat me. I sucked him.” Tears are rolling from my eyes. The pain of his spanking rolls through my body, yet there is a pleasure to it.

I keep spanking my daughter. I watch that white flesh turn red. She starts squirming and moaning softly… is she enjoying this? 

“What else did you do with Ryan? Did you fuck him? Did he fuck your pussy… your ass?”

“Daddy, please no. Don’t make me tell you, please no.” Would he believe me, I am still a virgin. “Ryan and I only have oral sex, Daddy. I have never FUCKED a guy.” I squirm around. I feel something hard pressing against my stomach.

“I am supposed to believe that? You dress like a tramp. Get caught in the music room naked with a boy… what do you take me for?” Strangely, I believe her. I suddenly realize my cock is hard so very hard pressing against my daughter’s tight stomach. “Have there been any other boys, TELL ME!”

“No daddy, only Ryan.”

My hand strikes my daughter’s ass again. I feel a hot dampness at her crotch. IS this turning her on? “YOU LIAR!” I scream at her. “I know that you gave Sean Owens, Mike Phillips and Jayson Carson blowjobs this last July 4th at the street fair. Yes, dear girl I know I denied it. I knew you were a slut a long. Stop, trying to play innocent with me. You spread those lips and legs for any one.” I am enraged. My cock is about to explode. Fuck this bitch has sucked off four guys that I know of. FUCK she can do me.’

“On your knees bitch.” I pull her by her hair to her knees. She moans. I start to undo my trousers and then take them off. Out pops 9 inches. “SUCK IT, CUNT!”

“But…” was all I could say. There in my face was my father throbbing cock. It took every thing not to place it in my mouth. This man is my father. He grabs my hair and I take it in my mouth. It tasted so good. I start sucking up and down twirling my tongue all around his throbbing member.

Damn, I think, this is wrong. My daughter is sucking my cock like a pro. She looks up at me with desire and lust. It has been so long… it is sooooooo good.

I reach my hand up and massage my father firm hard balls. I feel him tense up. He releases. He moans loudly. His cream pours out of his cock in to my mouth. I can’t swallow it all. It tastes so good.

I have never cum this hard in my life. I thrust in Kara’s mouth. She tries to swallow it all. I pull my cock from her mouth and pull her up to me I kiss her hard and firm on the mouth. I push my tongue in her mouth. I can taste my own cum. She kisses me back. Our tongues intertwine. I break the kiss… I then, throw her on the couch. As she falls her, beautiful legs fall open exposing her moist pussy. I drop to my knees. I take a whiff of her gentle scent, and then lick her snatch. Her taste is sweet. Her clit is so big and hard. I bit gently. She moans. I start dining on her luscious clam

OHMIGOD! He is licking my pussy. His tongue is talented better then those boys. I grab his hair and try to push him deeper in me. “YES DADDY!” I moan.

I feel myself growing hard again. She taste wonderful. I want her to cum on my face. I want to drink my daughter’s juices. I place my hands on her cheeks and raise her. I want a taste of the rosebud. I lick her hole. She shivers.

“YES! GOD YES!!!!!! NO one has ever done that DADDY, MORE!!!!!!”

I lick as fast as I can. I start fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit with my thumb. MY tongue enters her hole.

I feel a STRONG wave come over me. I SCREAM! I MOAN! “YES DADDY YES!!!!!!!!!” This was the best orgasm I ever had.

“Yes honey, cum on daddy’s face. Let daddy lick your juices…” However, this wasn’t enough. I needed more of her. I needed her tight pussy. I pull off her thong…. Rip her he sheer white blouse from her body exposing her huge tits and erect nipples. MY lips attach to her nipples I start to devour her tits. I continue to finger her wet pussy. I take my cock and rub it against her slit.

“Oh daddy, let me taste my cream. Please daddy. He gives me his cream covered finger. I taste them “So yummy. Daddy, I have never had a cock in my pussy. I have always wanted yours. Yes, I have sucked other guys. It is your cock, I crave. I am on the pill, Daddy. Please Daddy fuck me. Please.”

My daughter wants me? My daughter wants to give me her virginity. I rub my cock lubing it for her tight pussy. I place my cock in her hole and thrust in feeling her hymen break. She moans. I start fucking her harder. She gyrates on my cock. 

“FUCK ME DADDY! I AM YOUR SLUT! YOUR WHORE!” I yell. I move with him. He feels so good in my pussy. I am so wet. Suddenly he flips me over. I am bent over the edge of the sofa. He rams his cock in me. There is a little pain, but it is good. I rock with him. I feel his finger teasing my ass. It feels so good. Slowly he sticks his finger in my hole. It hurts, but for Daddy, I take the pain. His finger starts going in and out faster. Suddenly there is another finger. He pumps my pussy with his cock and my ass with two fingers. I feel that urge to cum, I cum again.

Kara’s juices flow over my cock. Her pussy pulsates gripping my cock. It is almost too much to bear. Nevertheless, I manage. I keep thrusting through her orgasm. She is thrashing wildly, moaning and screaming. I remove my fingers from her ass, and my cock from her pussy. I take my well-lubed cock and tease her asshole.

“NO DADDY, PLEASE GOD NO! That will hurt.” I tell him. Fingers were one thing but his cock is another.

I pull her up to my chest and whisper in her ear. “This is your punishment. So, you’re going to have to take it.” Then I push her back down. I pushed the head of my cock in her ass.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh,” I whimpered softly. It hurt, yet there was pleasure. Inch by inch his cock enters my ass. He gripped my tits pinching nipples and pulling on them. The pain goes away. I start fucking him back. He strokes start to get quicker and harder. He takes on hand and spanks my ass. 

“I AM CUMMING!!!!!!!!” I release my second load. I am exhausted. I pull my semi hard cock from my daughter’s ass. To my surprise, she turns around and starts sucking hard cleaning off the mess. I harder up again and release the last of my cream in her hot mouth. I collapse holding my daughter tightly. “Hun, this was your punishment for being a bad girl. Daddy had to do it. You do understand do you? You are not to play with other boys, again. You will live with me until I see your are a proper young lady.”

“Yes daddy. I understand I am sorry for all the pain I caused you. I will try to be better. Promise. Daddy will my punishment always be like this.”

“No hun, we will talk about it later. Lets go to bed, dear.” I grab my daughter hand and we retire to our bedroom.



Daddy's Little Girl



Let me tell you a little story, still not sure how I let it happen, but putting it down here may help me. I am a single father, trying to raise a teenage daughter. Lately, I have noticed she is filling out, not getting fat, but developing the luscious curves of womanhood. I know that it is wrong for me to notice, but if you could only see how she dresses. Well, I am sure you are aware of the fashion trends, short, tight, revealing; teenage girls trying so hard to look sexy. I have always let her choose her own clothes, but was astounded when she quit buying panties and started buying thongs. Her explanation was that panties showed with the new jeans, you know the type that ride very low on the hips, and cling tightly.

As I say, I rarely comment on her clothes, preferring to let her express herself. However, tonight she definitely pushed the limit. She was planning to go out with her friends and came down from her room in the shortest skirt I have ever seen. Hell sitting without putting on a show would be impossible, and forget bending over. On top she had a tube top that barely covered her young breasts and a white men’s style shirt, tied at the waist and completely unbuttoned. Pair this with high heel sandals, and makeup and she looked ready to walk the streets, or take the stage at a strip club.

“Young lady, march back up to your room and put some decent clothes on now.” I couldn’t believe it when she told me no, and started towards the door. She has been growing more defiant and bratty lately, perhaps teenage rebellion (she had just turned 18). I jumped from my chair, grabbed her arm and dragged her back into the living room. Before I was even sure what I was doing, I had her laid across my knees. “I think it is time you got a spanking and remembered your place around here.” 

She wiggled trying to get off my lap, but I easily held her in place. God, I hadn’t spanked her since she was a child, but then maybe that is why she has been such a brat. I flipped her skirt up over her ass and damn if she wasn’t wearing one of those thongs. Well the spanking would work better on the bare cheeks of her ass anyway. Whap….my hand hit her right cheek turning it an instant pink. Whap….another slap creates a matching bloom on her left cheek. 

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(Ok, so I have been a brat lately. Yes, I knowingly wear clothes to tease the guys…what can I say…its fun. And I have to say, I enjoy the shocked, and pleased look on Daddy’s face when I dress sexy. But tonight I may just have overstepped the boundaries. My outfit landed me across Daddy’s lap.)

Whap…..”owww Daddy please stop, it hurt’s.” I am not sure which was worse, the spanking, and yes it hurts, or having my bare ass sticking up in front of Daddy. I begged and cried but he continued slapping my ass. God, it burned but…no I can’t say that….this is Daddy. Well, yes, it’s turning me on; I can feel the tingle…the wetness. I have never even let a guy touch me…but I touch myself….and I know it is naughty…but it feels so good. Why is my mind turning to masturbating, my ass is on fire, and he hasn’t stopped yet. I will be lucky to be able to sit in class tomorrow.

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Her little ass is bright red by now, and tears run down her cheeks. I stop spanking her, know I should just send her to her room…but, god I hate to say this….I don’t want to. I run my hand gently over the reddened flesh, soothing the hurt I tell myself. I try to ignore the tingling in my cock and balls, the fact that I am turned on by my little girl. God her ass is nice though….why did she have to wear that thong. She is whimpering but it turns to…well almost a purr. I can’t help myself as my hand strokes her ass, then her thighs. No…I can’t do this. “Get up girl….Now….and pull that skirt down.” She pulls off my lap and on her knees, smoothing her skirt.

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I get off Daddy’s lap, my ass is sore but….I am glad he didn’t notice how wet I am. Surely he wouldn’t approve….of his little girl being aroused by her punishment….hell, I don’t even understand it. He has a funny look on his face, almost as if he is in pain. I sit down on his lap and lay my head on his shoulder. I wiggle a bit, and he groans. “Daddy, I am so sorry….are you…are you ok.” He blushes a bit….I am unsure why…but wait. “Daddy, are you sure you are ok, you seem to be….well your lap feels funny. Did I hurt you?” New tears spring to my eyes and I move to jump off his lap.

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God…how do I answer that question? I pull her close, stroking her cheek. “No darling…Daddy is ok it is just…..well….” How do I tell my innocent little girl that her Daddy got a hard on spanking her? Before I can say another word, her hand is lightly stroking me through my pants. She asks me with all innocence if that is where I hurt. 

“Oh little one…it is not really that is hurts….sometimes a man …, “ I trail off. Her hand feels so good on me. I see a blush steal across her cheeks….does my baby know about men? “Darling….have you ever let a boy touch you…or touched a boy.” She seems shocked, but quietly answers no. I am shocked to hear her softly telling me that she has touched herself though. I try to clear pictures of my little girl playing with herself out of my mind…but I can’t. “Well little one…when a man gets excited….aroused….this is what happens.” I know it is a shitty explanation, and the question remains in her eyes. God, if only she would quit rubbing my cock…maybe I could think. 

She looks at me with all innocence and says she does not understand. And I know it does not excuse me…..but she asks me to show her. I undo my belt and zipper, with a little work I am able to free my cock, which is rock hard. 

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When Daddy pulled his…well you know….out of his pants….well I never realized they were so big. Okay, Daddy’s little girl has a computer, and yes she does read a lot. I slid off Daddy’s lap, kneeling before him so I could see better. 

From looking online…and hearing my girlfriends talk….I have an idea about what ….well….what men and women do. But I never imagined men were this big….how could it ever fit. I run my hand over it…amazed at how hard it is….how silky the skin feels. Oh, there is some fluid leaking from the end…I run my finger through it…grazing the head and then bring it to my lips.

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The sight of my little girl kneeling down and stroking my cock pushes me almost to the limit. But when she runs her finger through my pre-cum and licks it from her finger, well the battle was lost. “Do you like the taste, my little one? Would you like another taste? It’s okay…just…just use your tongue this time.” I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but my cock is leading me now. I feel and see my precious daughter’s tongue lick at the pre-cum oozing from my cock. The first lick is tentative, soft and slow… oh God it feels so good. I start stroking her hair as she explores further with her tongue….soft little circles around the tip of my cock. I moan deeply with pleasure….and her head jerks up, her eyes filled with concern. “Oh my precious…that feels so good….please….please lick Daddy some more.” I hesitate then add…”Lick it like a popsicle….all over.” 

Her tongue runs up the underside of my shaft and then circles around the tip again. Over and over her tongue explores and tastes every inch of my cock. Putting a gentle hand on the back of her head, running my fingers through her hair, I beg her to take it into her mouth. I look into her eyes…trying to read her thoughts…is it fear…no, but it can’t be…yes, it is….my little girl is enjoying licking and sucking Daddy’s cock. Her lips are magic, circling the head and traveling slowly down the shaft. All the time I have spent protecting her from the boys and men who would rob her of her innocence. How could I be doing this? 

I grasp her shoulders and push her away from my cock. But the sight in front of me is unexpected, instead of being upset or crying….her face is flushed with arousal. I had pulled her away abruptly and her hand was still beneath her skirt. God, how could I resist when she was sucking my cock and playing with her young pussy.

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As I was licking, sucking and generally exploring Daddy’s cock with my hot mouth, I let my hand travel to my crotch; slowly rubbing myself with my fingers, feeling the heat and wetness. God, I want…I need….but what is it that I need. Then I began to understand, this is what all those stories I read online had been trying to describe. This was the desire the women spoke of, the animal lust. 

Daddy’s cock was so big and hot in my mouth, and it tasted kind of salty. I wanted to touch every inch with my lips and tongue…wanted him to feel the same need that was consuming me. When he pushed me away…I could see the war in his eyes…I could feel it in my mind. 

I know what we are doing is wrong and so does he, but neither of us wants to stop. I watch him closely….and then see a single tear trace it’s way down his cheek. Oh no, I have disappointed him…failed him, I turn and run to my room. I can’t believe I was sucking my Daddy’s cock….I feel so ashamed and know from the look in his eye that he is ashamed of me. 

When I reach my room, I pull off the damn clothes that started this whole mess, tossing them in the corner. I curl up on the bed, my face buried in the pillow, crying.

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I feel the tear rolling down my cheek before I can stop it. My darling girl turns and runs from me. Part of me says to let her go….explain later how this got out of hand and beg her to forgive me. Another part, the part between my legs, urges me to follow her and finish what we have started. I find myself at the door to her room, telling myself I just want to make sure she is ok. I open the door quietly, and see her on the bed, naked as the day she was born. She is crying, sobbing, into her pillow. I walk to her, to comfort her, at least that is what I tell myself.

I rub her back, trying to find my voice. “Baby girl, I am so sorry! I shouldn’t have….we shouldn’t have…” I lose my voice when she turns to look at me. She looks so much like a woman, not a girl. I run my hands along her cheeks, sweeping away the tears, smoothing her hair. My hands travel without my conscious thought, down her neck, along her shoulders.

My voice tells her how wrong this is, even as my hands explore her young body. Her hands cover mine, guiding them to her young breasts, even as she agrees with me. We speak of how wrong this is, how we shouldn’t be doing this, but I still cannot stop my hands from caressing her. I stand and remove my clothing, and crawl in to bed beside her, pulling her against me feeling her warmth. Our words continue on, speaking volumes on how a father and daughter should not seek out pleasure in each other, even as I cover her body with my own.

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My words plead with him, telling Daddy this is wrong, even as his hands build a need within my body. I tell him this is wrong, even as I guide his hands to touch every private spot upon my body. I beg him to stop, as his finger enters my body, teasing me, feeling the warmth and wetness of my response to him. Such a contradiction, I press my body against his, even as my words tell him no. 

I don’t want to have sex with my Daddy, yet I need to have sex with him. The physical sensations confuse my thoughts. Oh, I can feel his cock against my pussy, his chest against mine. My hips arch upward, out of my control. My body begs him to enter me, as my words beg him to stop. But I know we are past the point of stopping somehow. 

I feel the tip of his cock press forward….slowly entering my pussy. It is so huge, and despite my wetness, I feel stretched too tight. He barely enters me, stopping just inside, as if giving me the chance to stop him. Oh, how I wish I had the strength to do so. 

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I stop just inside her. Am I giving her the chance to adjust, or giving us the chance to stop this madness? I press forward, feeling the barrier of her innocence, knowing the next thrust will strip it all away. But this has already gone to far, even as my mind protests, my hips thrust forward, tearing through her maidenhead and forever destroying the innocence. In my lust I have destroyed the child, in search of the woman. I hear her cry of pain and stop instantly. I utter words, mere words, trying to reassure her, as I give her a moment to adjust. I can feel the muscles in her body relax as the pain eases and slowly push deeper. Inch by inch I enter her, burying my cock inside her, until I am fully sheathed in the warmth and wetness. I stop again, looking into her eyes, expecting to see hate. Her confusion is evident, but the need is there too. 

I don’t know how long I remained buried and motionless inside her, before she moved her hips. That small movement, just a fraction of an inch, released me. I began with slow, short, gentle thrusts, waiting for her to respond. 

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The pain when he pressed inside me was incredible. But when he stopped moving it gradually ebbed and the hunger returned. I was afraid to move, afraid to encourage him to continue, but my hips moved of their own accord, following eons of evolution. My mind may not know anything about this act, but my body knows all. Slowly he moved deeper and deeper, filling me until I thought I would explode. And then the stillness, the slow relaxation of the flesh and muscles, as I slowly grew accustomed to the feeling.

Again the slight lift of my hips, and his movement began, slowly building the need again. I had thought the need I felt was the need to have him inside me….but then it should be fulfilled, not continuing to grow. As he started moving with faster, stronger strokes the need grew as a fire will when fuel is added. I could feel my muscles gripping him; feel the tension building in my body. What is happening….I beg him to stop, tell him I am scared. I hear him talking, know he is trying to reassure me…but how can I explain to him what I am feeling. 

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I can hardly believe how tight my little girl is, how tightly she fits around my cock. I try to go slow for her, but damn she feels so good. She is talking, but she doesn’t make sense, her words running together. Her pussy is clutching my cock, her muscles tensing all through her body. I try to calm her mind, tell her to let go, even as I feel her explode beneath me. Her pussy tightens around my cock like a velvet hammer, her body tenses and she screams in pleasure as her orgasm grips her. I want to hold back…bring her here again… but the sensation is too intense. I thrust faster and harder into her pussy, as she bucks and moans beneath me. And then…..I can’t hold off any longer, I am cumming hard. I shoot deep inside my little girl even as the tremors of her orgasm are just subsiding. Her muscles milk every last drop from my cock…and draining my body. 

I collapse against her, both of us struggling to catch our breath. I roll to my side, pull her against me and draw the blanket over our sweaty bodies. I stroke her hair and kiss her face. There will be time later to talk, time to deal with what we have done, for now I just love her.



Daddy's Little Girl



This is dedicated to someone special. I shall name no names but you know who you are. Emmie xXxXx

The air was cool, as she slipped her dress from her slender shoulders. She looked towards the window and walked over, carefully shutting it then drawing the curtains. There was no need for her neighbours to see her private life. She turned back and slowly paced towards the phone. Picking it up she dialled the ten digit number he had given her. Her breathing became slightly more laboured as she heard the phone at the other end of the line ring. Suddenly the answer machine came on. “The person you are calling is not at home, please leave a message after the tone or try again later….” Trembling, she dialled the number again. Silently she prayed that he would answer, that he wouldn’t, that he would, wouldn’t, would. Desire ran through her veins, nerves playing havoc on her mind. Suddenly, someone picked up the line at the other end.

“Hello little one,” came his voice. 

“Hello Daddy,” she answered.

“Have you been good for Daddy today little one?” he breathed.

“Yes Daddy,” she whispered, a slight tremor in her voice.

“Are you lying to Daddy, baby?” he quietly asked her. She didn’t reply. “I see. I think that someone needs to tell me exactly what a bad girl she has been. Don’t you?”

Still no reply.

“I expect you to answer me when I ask you a question baby.” His voice, quiet, yet demanding and annoyed.

“Yes Daddy” came her subdued reply.

“Good girl. Now tell me. What has my little girl done? Remember baby, don’t lie to me.”

Slowly, she takes a deep breath in……..then lets it slowly out. 

“I have been a bad girl Daddy,” she whispers. “I didn’t go straight to sleep last night.”

He doesn’t say anything, lets the silence drag out.

“I lay there, thinking of all the naughty things you make me do. And my hand started playing with my pussy. I…”

“It’s not your pussy baby. Its MINE. Don’t ever forget that.” He interrupts. 

“Yes Daddy, im sorry Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now carry on. What did my bad little girl do to my pussy?”

“I slid my fingers deep into it Daddy.” Embarrassment in her voice, at having to say words out loud.

His voice, silent.

“Then I pulled on the nipples on your titties Daddy, I was very bad, I pushed my fingers in and out of your pussy and slid my thumb over your clitty again and again until I made myself cum.” Her voice trembling, tears running down her face. Ashamed at have being so bad.

“I see.” Came his reply. “So my little girl thinks that she can play with my pussy when ever she wants does she?”

“No Daddy, I don’t Daddy. I’m sorry Daddy” hanging her head, ashamed at herself, ashamed of being caught by her Daddy.

“I think you do baby.” Quietly. “I think I shall have to punish you.”

Her eyes squeezed shut, her limbs trembling. 

“I accept your punishment Daddy.”

“Good girl. Put the phone onto speaker phone.”

She does so.

“Good girl. Now kneel on the floor. Are you kneeling little one?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Good girl. Spread your legs as wide as they can go baby. Are you doing it? You had better be….”

“I am Daddy. I promise you I am, I can’t get them any further Daddy.”

“Very good girl. Place your left arm behind you. Now cup your right hand. Now are you listening closely little one?” his voice harsh, demanding.

“Yes Daddy.” She answers.

“Now baby, I want you to take that hand, your right hand now baby, and I want you to spank my pussy, I want you to slap my pussy and my little clitty ten times. And I want you to do it hard baby. I want to hear every slap and hear every squeal of pain. And after each slap you are to count that slap and thank me for being such a good Daddy to you. Do you understand?”

Quietly, with a little whimper, she answers him. “Yes Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now begin.”

Her hand whistles down and strikes at her pussy. She gasps at the sudden contact and stinging rush. 

“One Daddy, thank you Daddy.”

Smack! Gasp!

“Two Daddy thank you Daddy.”

Smack! Whimper.

“Three Daddy, thank you Daddy.”

Smack! She whimpers more loudly this time.

“Four Daddy, thank you Daddy.”

Her clitty is throbbing within her labia. She takes and deep breath, and her hand sails down again.

Smack! 

“Five Daddy, thank you Daddy.”

Her voice shakes from the pain, and yet from something more than pain. She is aware of her clitty throbbing and hardening, her pussy juices beginning to drip down her inner thigh, and her nipples hardening.

Smack! Squeal!

“Six Daddy, thank you Daddy.”

Her breathing is becoming more laboured, she cam feel something more than just pain building inside her cunt. 

Smack! Gasp!

“Seven Daddy, thank you Daddy.”

Her pussy is beginning to pulsate, and her clitty is pushing through her labia, exposed to her harsh slaps.

Smack! Moan…..

“Eiiightt Daaadddy, thaannk yyou Daddddy” she gasps.

He speaks suddenly, “I think my little girl is beginning to enjoy her punishment.” He sounds amused. “Do not cum baby, otherwise I shall have to give you a more serious punishment, do you understand?”

“Yes Daddy.” She moans. Her hand lifts again.

Smack! Squeal!

“Ninnnne Dadddy, thhhank yyyou Dddaddy!”

“Just one more baby girl.” Comes his voice, encouraging, sympathetic.

She raises her hand. She knows that it will take only one more blow and the punishment will be over. Her pussy is slick with her juices, her clitty bruised and sore from the blows, yet eager feel more. Her hand begins its downward stroke. She feels the air flow past it as it drops towards her slick cunt.

SMACK! She cries out louder at this blow than any of the others, it was harder, more fierce and more …….desperate. Desperate for approval of her Daddy.

Shaking she counts the final slap. “Tttenn Ddddaddy. Thank you DADDY.”

His Voice sounds over the speaker phone. 

“Good girl.” 



Daddy's Little Girl



Before the story begins, I want to thank you, Theron, for helping me write this, for keeping my imagination flowing, among keeping other things flowing as well;) 

Daddy always told me to be a good girl; he said that if I were bad, bad things would happen to me. I am not talking about bad things that will get you sent to jail, I’m talking about bad things that a woman and man do together. Daddy said that all women were whores, and they were that way because they didn’t know how to control themselves. Momma, according to Daddy, was a whore, she left us, ran off with another man, and Daddy has always taking the opportunity to let me know just how much of a slut my Momma was, and how to avoid it. 

Growing up in this world made me shy, and afraid of my father. He would give me odd looks when I was a child, and would ask me everyday, after I had started to develop into a woman if I was having sex. When I would reassure him that I wasn’t, he’d look at me suspiciously but say nothing more. I’m older now, 19, and though I still live with my father, I’ve distanced myself from him. He hasn’t gotten anymore strange, but I’ve become bad, the type of woman that Daddy hates, and I don’t want to let him down.

I couldn’t help it really, I had my first sexual experience when I was 18, and from there on out, I couldn’t stop it. Sex felt so good, and I thought that maybe a little of my mother had rubbed off on me, and I felt some how closer to her. Daddy still asked if I was having sex, and I’d still tell him no, but I really didn’t think he believed me, lying has never been a specialty of mine. I would soon find out that Daddy knew everything. 

I was at the top of the stairs, about ready to come down them to have my breakfast, and go off to work, when Daddy stepped around the corner. I knew, somehow, that he had found out. His face was contorted with so much anger that I had to hold back a gasp of surprise and fear when I looked at him. He clenched his teeth as he began to speak to me, and he held something in his hand. 

“Get down those stairs right now young lady!”

I trotted quickly down them, but stopped right at the bottom, I didn’t want to come anywhere near him. I saw what he held in his hands, a pair of my panties. I have done my own laundry since I was small, and I didn’t understand why he had them. He held them at my accusingly.

“What’s this?”

I jumped back at his voice.

“Answer me!”

“A pair of panties, Daddy. Why are you going through my things?”

“Don’t question me you little harlot! What’s in them?”

“Daddy!”

I began to cry; I had sneaked out of my house last night, ha imagine that, a grown woman still sneaking out of her father’s house, and went to a boyfriend’s house of mine, where we fucked for hours, before I came home. I knew what where in those panties; I had been too tired last night to wash them when I got home. 

“Answer me child!”

“I’m not a child!” 

Daddy moved with quickness that I never knew possible, and grabbed my wrist. He twisted my arm behind me and held me close to him. He thrust the panties in my face, and screamed the question again.

“Cum, Daddy, it’s cum!” 

“What have you been doing? Have you been a bad girl?”

“No!”

“Yes you have, this isn’t your cum is it? You haven’t just been up in your room masturbating with a pair of panties on have you?”

“No, it’s not mine.”

My voice sounded defeated as I spoke, and Daddy whirled me around to face him.

“You’ve turned out just like her! Just like that slut I married, but I’ll teach you. I’ll teach you how to be good!”

“Daddy?”

He seemed far away, his eyes taken on a far off look, but his mouth came down into a sneer that made me yelp when I looked at him. He didn’t say anything to me, but dragged me back up the stairs, to his bedroom. He sat on me after he threw me on the bed, and to my surprise brought lines of rope that were tied to the bottom of the bed to my wrists. 

“Daddy? Daddy! What are you doing? Why are those on your bed?”

“I’ve been preparing.”

“For what?”

“For this. I knew my little girl was becoming a whore, and now I’ll teach you.”

“You’ll teach me what, Daddy?”

“How to stay loyal to one man, you little bitch!”

“Daddy? You realize that I’m your daughter, right?’

“You’re a whore. I was going to keep you. I was going to save you, keep you pure, unlike that tramp of a mother of yours. But you gone and fucked that up!” 

“Daddy, what are you going to do to me?”

I wasn’t concerned about his ramblings; I’d heard it all before.

“I’m going to keep you. I’m going to show you how to love one man.”

“Love how, Daddy? I love you.”

“No you don’t. If you loved me you would have stayed true to me, but you didn’t. You went off and found someone else.”

“But Daddy, I can’t have sex with you. I’m your daughter!”

“You’ll do whatever I tell you to.”

“But you just can’t! It’s not right!”

“That’s all I ever wanted. For you to love me. I was going to wait until you were a little older before I took you as mine. I figured all my teachings had some effect on you, and that you would stay mine, but that didn’t happen, and now I have to teach you the hard way.”

I couldn’t believe it, all those times that Daddy talked about loving only one man, he’d talked about himself. He had always wanted me to become his surrogate wife.

“Daddy, you can’t do this. I’m your fucking daughter for god’s sake!”

He slapped me.

“Don’t curse at me!”

I looked at him wide-eyed, as he stood, admiring his own job of securing me to the bed. He nodded as he looked at me, and a hint of a smile came to his lips. 

“I’ll be right back.” 

He left the room, and I could only wonder what the hell he was doing now. 

A few minutes later, he came back into the room. He stood and stared down at me with a strange look in his eyes. I noticed he was wearing only a pair of jeans. Looking up at him from this angle, I noticed for the first time how very well-developed his upper body was. His pecs were quite cut, as were his abs. He looked very brutish and not a little intimidating. And hot...he looked very, very hot.

He shook his head in a disgusted manner. 

"Look at you. I can tell what you’re thinking by the way you're looking at me. When did this happen? When did my little angel become a nasty, fuckin' whore?"

I got control of myself and replied. 

"Daddy, I'm not a bad girl! I'm a woman, and women are supposed to have sex."

He laughed. 

"Are they? Are they, now? Well, then, I'll be the judge of whether you really are a woman, you little bitch."

With that, he leaned over me slightly and put his large hand on the smooth, soft flesh of my thigh and began to rub it ever so lightly. Goosebumps quickly appeared, and I shivered with pleasure. He leered at my response.

"Do you like it when Daddy touches you, baby? Does it feel good?"

The way he said it made sound dirty. But I felt dirty, so maybe he was right. Maybe I am bad.

“Daddy please! Don’t do this!”

His hands tightened on my thigh, and I winced in pain. He brought his head down to mine, so close that I could smell his morning coffee on his breath. As his face came ever closer, his hand loosened its grip on my thigh, and move up. His hand touched my pussy; I hadn’t gotten dressed yet, and only wore a nightshirt that came down at mid-thigh. A whimpering sound came from me as his finger moved across my clit. His eyebrows rose up, and he did it again, making me whimper again. 

“Baby likes that doesn’t she? You like Daddy’s finger on your clit?”

His eyes darkened when I didn’t respond, and he moved his finger again, this time leaving it on my clit, which was beginning to grow hard, though I was willing it not to. I couldn’t help it, though, he was my father, the feel of his finger was good. He moved his finger softly around my clit, as his mouth came down on mine. He pressed his lips so hard on mine, that my nose was pushed into his cheek and I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t pucker, I didn’t return the kiss, and I cried out a little when I felt his tongue against my lips. 

He prodded my lips with his tongue, until he was able to separate them, and plunged his tongue into my mouth. Out of pure instinct, I began to suck on his tongue like a cock. His finger had begun to move faster and harder on my clit, and that feeling alone caused the reaction with my mouth. I felt and heard him moan into my mouth, and then he moved completely away from me and looked down with a sneer. 

"See, that didn't take long," 

He removed his finger from my clit and put it to my lips.

"Lick yourself off my finger, slut."

When I resisted, he pushed the finger into my mouth. Again, I sucked as if it were a cock. I must admit that I enjoyed it this time. I enjoyed imagining I was sucking my father's cock. I am a whore. A dirty, nasty, no-good slut. Why have I fought it for so long, I wondered?

Although he was still mad, I could tell my change in attitude was having an effect on my Daddy. He seemed to be in a trance as he watched me enjoy sucking on his finger. Absentmindedly, he began to rub his cock through the fabric of his jeans. Unable to control myself, I started watching his hand play with the huge bulge growing beneath it.

He removed his finger from my mouth, and uncontrollably my tongue came out to sweep my lower lip. Daddy took note of this, and followed my eyes to where the rested. A big smile crossed his face, as he looked into mine again.

“You like watching Daddy stroke his cock, baby girl?”

My head nodded slowly, it was as if I were entranced by the sight of his hand on his cock. 

“Would you like to see more of it? More of Daddy’s cock?”

I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t control myself, Daddy was right, I was a big slut.

“Yes Daddy.”

He undid his pants, and stepped out of them. His smile broadened as he saw my eyes go wide. His cock was big; I would have never imagined that my Daddy would be hung like this, and to think my Mother left this man, left that cock. 

He came closer to me, his cock inches from my face, and he looked down as his hand came back to stroke his cock.

“You little slut, look at you, you like your Daddy’s cock don’t you? Yes, I see it in your slutty little face!” 

His voice had simmered down, but there was still anger in his eyes, anger at me for liking this, and he took this time to show me how angry he still was. He kept stroking his cock, but he smacked it against my face. It hurt, and tears came to my eyes, even though a low moan of desire escaped my lips. He kept cock-slapping me, with a big evil grin on his face as he did so. I tried to move away, but this only seemed to cause more anger in him, and his smile turned once again into a sneer. 

"Why are you pretending that you don't want it, baby? You can pretend all you want but, before we're through here, you're gonna be begging to have me slap you with this."

With that, he took his cock and slowly traced it over my lips and cheeks. It felt so hot and firm. The fat, round head was a shade of deep red and felt both hard and soft at the same time. It leaked a trail of pre-cum on its journey around my face. I loved the way it felt.

"Ohhh, please rub your cock on my tits, Daddy. Please!"

He shifted his gaze to my breasts. My nipples were stiff and making little peaks in my nightshirt. He smiled and steered his hot rod down my neck and atop my shirt over my chest until he arrived at the hard little nub.

He pulled his fat, hard cock up against his stomach and released it suddenly. It flew down and slapped my inflamed nipple with a smacking sound, which drew a stifled groan from me. He did it again and again and again, smiling all the while.

“Ooooo…God, Daddy! That feels so good! Your cock slapping against my tit feels fucking wonderful!”

His eyes shot up to mine, and his smile faded.

“I know something else that makes little whores like you cream their panties.”

He moved his cock away from my tit, and moved it up to my lips again. He pressed the head against them, and smiled down.

“Open up that pretty whore mouth Baby!”

I did as he said, and moaned as I felt his cock slip past my lips. He kept pushing, and I began to gag as his cock reached the back of my throat. I looked up at him in alarm, tears swelling in my eyes as my face turned an alarming shade of red. 

“Hush now! You’ll get use to it!”

I whimpered as he pushed harder, shoving the head of his cock past the opening of my throat. He stopped then, and began to thrust. Even though, I thought I was going to choke to death on Daddy’s cock, I could feel my pussy pounding, and getting wetter by the second. My sex now filled the room, and caught Daddy’s attention. He moved his hand back and down to my pussy. 

"Just relax and breathe through your nose, girl." 

He said as he began to caress my pussy. I felt his finger slowly tracing up and down the length of my slit as I did as he said. I closed my eyes and relaxed. I heard him groan his approval as I started taking his cock down into my throat.

This made me hotter, and I began to shiver again. I could feel an orgasm forming deep inside of me. "My Daddy is going to make me cum," I thought. That thought made the feeling even stronger.

He began to withdraw his meat from my mouth and, as he did so, I grabbed the head of his cock with my full, wet lips and began to work them around his big, purple helmet. I looked up at him eagerly. Was I performing well enough for him?

He seemed to answer my thought by pushing a finger past my pussy lips deep into my cunt. I felt him rubbing an area at the top of my pussy. I felt something grow taut inside of myself and a feeling of pleasure seemed to flood through me out of nowhere. I'd never felt anything like it before. Soon, I was moaning loudly and starting to thrash on the bed.

"Well, you seem to have a pretty sensitive G Spot. See, Daddy does know best."

I moved my lips away from his cock and looked at him, my eyes wide with both pleasure and fear. 

“Oh Daddy, Daddy, I feel like I’m going to pee!” 

He laughed at this, and shook his head. 

“You’re not going to pee, child. That feeling will pass. You must have had some pretty dumb guys fucking you, if they’d never found your g-spot before. Is this the first time? Has Daddy at least done something to you for the first time?”

I nodded my head, the feeling hadn’t past yet, but I trusted that he knew what he was doing. 

“Yes, Daddy you are the first to do this to me, and it is wonderful! Daddy, you’re making me feel so good!”

He pushed his cock back to my mouth, and placed another finger inside my pussy. Both fingers now touching that oh-so-sensitive spot, and my body lunged from the bed. I practically screamed out in pleasure and the pressure that had made me feel as though I was going to pee left. I took the head of his cock back into my mouth. He looked down at me, both in wonder and desire. 

“Bite it!”

“What?”

“Bite my cock. Use those teeth girl!”

“I’ll hurt you Daddy!”

“Ha! It would take a lot to hurt a cock like mine. Now do as I say wench!” 

I placed my teeth down on the tip of his cock, and looked up at him for approval, my body still shook violently from the pleasure he was giving to me. He nodded his head hard, a motion for me to keep going. I bit harder, and placed my lips around my teeth, I began to suck and nibble at the same time, and his hard, though, soft flesh between my teeth made me even hotter than I already was. My hips began to buck against his fingers, and loud moans escaped my throat, as I felt that familiar burning sensation way down in my stomach rise. I was going to cum, and it was going to be the hardest orgasm I had ever experienced. Daddy, decided that it was time to set my arms free, they were pulling against the rope so hard that they were beginning to become red. I sighed when I could move my arms, and brought them to Daddy’s hips. 

I moved my mouth away from Daddy’s cock, in my passion I didn’t want to hurt him. I placed my hand, which looked so tiny around his cock, where my mouth had been. He barked at me to place my other hand on him too, and I did so. I jacked his cock off with a strength that I had never thought could come from me. My moans, turned into howls of ecstasy as he moved his finger along my g-spot. I looked up at him, I could barely keep my eyes open, but I was going to, I knew that it would make him happy.

“Oh fuck Daddy! Mmmmmm….you’re going to make me cum! My Daddy is going to make me cum!” 

My words left, and though my mouth was opened, nothing came from it. My breath caught, and my face turned that awful shade of red again. I could feel sweat beading up on my forehead as my orgasm came ever closer, trapping me within it. 

When I opened my eyes, Daddy was looking down at me like a hungry animal. I'd never seen that expression on his face before, but I loved that I was the one responsible for it.

"Mmmm, you looked like you enjoyed that quite a bit, baby. Don't stop what you're doing to my cock. You've learned a lot about cock, haven't you, slut?"

He slid his hand off of my pussy and up beneath my nightshirt and began to play with my nipples, which were harder than ever before. He pinched and tweaked them as I continued jacking his monster of a prick.

Its shaft was so thick and had fat, purple veins starting and stopping all over its length. His balls were large and hung down very far. As I fondled his cock, they seemed to move around as if they were alive. But his cock, too, seemed alive. It pulsed and jumped to a beat of its own.

My favorite part was the cockhead. It was so round and firm and dark, like an apple or a plum. I wrapped my tiny fist over it and twisted my wrist over and over again. This just made his cock jump all the more. I could tell from the sounds he was making that I was doing a good job for my Daddy.

I couldn't help but place one of my hands down on his balls, the size, the way the moved, made me want to touch them. I cupped them in one hand, while the other still worked on Daddy's cockhead, and I heard another sound of approval from him. I kneaded them in my hand, pulling, pushing, and pinching them just a little. My mouth began to water, I wanted to taste them, I wanted to feel the texture, so unlike the texture of his cock, in my mouth. 

I pulled my head up, and captured one of his balls in my mouth. I felt the short course hairs on my tongue and moaned as I sucked the soft flesh into my mouth. Daddy moaned again, which only made me work harder. I opened my mouth more and captured the other one. I sucked them both into my mouth, harder than I had his cock. I felt that jump in my hand, as I pulled my head back, stretching his balls, as far as I dared taking them without hurting him. 

"Jesus baby! You know how to use that mouth!"

I smiled, I was happy that I was doing a good job, and that Daddy was being satisfied. I popped his balls out of my mouth, and licked them, moving my tongue all the way up the shaft and moaning as I got to the tip of his cock, and tasted the sweet pre-cum that had formed around the tiny hole. 

I looked up at my Daddy and saw him tilting his head back and running his fingers through his wavy brown hair. 

"Oh god that is so fuckin' good, baby!"

I smiled and giggled. 

"Thank you, Daddy."

"I want you tell me how you got so good at being a slut. Tell me, who did you fuck the first time? I want you to tell me everything...NOW."

I balked at his request, but he quickly placed his hand on my pussy and began caressing it to coax me into telling my secrets.

I moaned before I answered, I looked straight into Daddy’s eyes.

“It was Steve.”

“Steve, the boy from down the street?”

“Yes, him.”

“How’d it happen? Come on tell me girl!” 

“I had seen him that afternoon, we’d been dating for awhile, and I was still trying to be good. I told him I had to go, and he kissed me, on the lips, and that kiss made my pussy tingle. He must have guessed how I felt, because he took my hand and placed it on his cock. I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let me. I could feel the hardness through his jeans, and it made my pussy even wetter. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “wouldn’t you like to see my cock without any clothes on it?” I nodded my head, I really did want to, and then he said, “Why don’t you come in. My parents are gone.” I couldn’t resist, my body was telling the rest of me what to do. I went inside with him, and we both quickly undressed. He asked if I’d ever given head before, and I said no. He didn’t seem bothered by it and placed his hands on my shoulders, making me go down to the floor. With his cock just inches from my mouth, I had the urge to taste it, and so I did. I brought my tongue out and I licked his cock. It tasted so good, and felt so good on my tongue. I moved my head closer and took the head between my lips, and started sucking, like it was a bottle. He pushed my head more, and more of his cock went into my mouth. He said I sucked cock like a pro, and couldn’t believe that it was really my first time. I wanted to keep sucking, but he pulled me up, said that if I kept doing it, he’d cum, and he wanted to feel my tight pussy. He laid me on the couch, and climbed on top of me. As gently as he could, he pushed his cock into me, it hurt a little, but I was so wet, that it helped with the pain. When his cock was all the way inside of me, I begged for him to fuck me. I wanted so bad to feel his cock push in and out of my pussy, I wanted him to make me cum so bad. He did so, fucking me, not too hard and not too slow, but when I began to cum I screamed out at him to fuck the hell out of me, to slam his cock into my pussy. I came so hard, so good, and with my already tight hole tightening even more on his cock, he announced that he would cum too. I didn’t want him to cum in my pussy, I was afraid of getting pregnant, so I begged for him to let me taste it. He didn’t refuse me, and moved himself up so that he was kneeling above my chest. He started to jack off, and I loved seeing his hand run the course of his cock. When he was ready to cum, he told me to open my mouth, and he emptied his load down my throat. I loved the taste of it, and thought that I was going to cum, just swallowing his salty seed...”




Daddy's Little Girl



My story was lost, I was going to tell Daddy more, other experiences that I have had, but in remembering my first time with Steve, that hot ball of fire was back, and I was going to cum again. 

My body started to convulse and Daddy's hand began to play with my clit harder and harder. I shook so hard I almost passed out, and when I finished I opened my eyes and saw Daddy stroking his long, hard cock with a glazed look in his eyes, with a hint of perspiration that made his skin shine.

"Take your clothes off, Jessi. Now." 

I quickly sat up and removed my nightshirt.

"I want to see you play with yourself, baby." 

Both of my hands shot to my soaking wet cunt, but he didn’t want that. 

"No, no. Play with your titties for me, too."

I leaned back against Daddy's bed's headboard and began kneading a breast as I inserted two fingers into my cunt. I watched as he kept fondling that long, bloated piece of meat I loved to suck on.

Watching his hand move up and down his shaft put me in a type of trance, I could feel my fingers inside my pussy, and my other playing with my tit, but seeing him jack off was what was making my blood sing with passion. 

“Oh Daddy, I love watching you stroke that big piece of meat! It makes me so hot! And it makes me hot to have you watch me play with myself.”

He didn’t respond in words, but stroked his cock a little slower, letting me watch his big cock slip through his hand, and then his large hand cover his cockhead before pushing it through his hand again. I started to pant and whimper as I watched this, and I shoved my fingers a little more into my pussy, finding the spot that Daddy’s fingers had giving me so much pleasure from. I moaned loudly, and pinched my nipple hard as my fingers rubbed against my g-spot. I could feel my juices leaking out around my hand, and my fingers worked harder. Daddy moved his cock to my lips, and barked at me.

“Spit on it girl! Get it wet!”

I pushed the insides of my cheeks together to form a good amount of saliva and then, spat on the head of Daddy’s cock. He rubbed it down his shaft, and moaned. 

“More! Get it good and wet!” 

I spit again, this time leaving more than I had before, and he seemed satisfied with it. He moved his hand quicker over his cock, and I had the fear that he would make himself cum, and not give me the pleasure of having him in my cunt. 

“Daddy? Daddy, you’re not going to make yourself cum are you? Please don’t. I wanna feel your cock in my pussy!” 

He looked down at me and smiled. 

“I’m not going to cum, child. I’m not like those boys you fucked. I can go for a long time. Do you wanna feel my cock in you baby? Do you want your Daddy’s cock in your little pussy?”

“Yes Daddy! I want to feel my Daddy fucking me!” 

Daddy moved onto the bed on his knees and grabbed my thighs, roughly pulling me to him. 

Yesterday, he was just my father but, today, I lay before him, legs spread in desire and surrender, waiting for him to fuck me. My Daddy was about to fuck me. What was, yesterday, a bizarre thought was suddenly a complete turn on. 

"Oh, yeah, fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your little girl hard, like a total slut!"

I watched him continue stroking his prick as he leaned in toward my cunt. God, I couldn't wait for him to stick that huge slab of cock inside me.

"Goddamn it, Daddy, fuck me, now, now, now." 

He looked up at me sharply, he pulled his cock up again to his belly, and leaned just a little further over, letting go of his cock, and letting it hit my swollen clit. I moaned loudly from the pleasure of it. He repeated this several times, as my body thrashed with my passion, and my moans pierced the air. 

At some point in the wonderful torture, I looked at Daddy, he had a smile of pure lust on his face, and I pleaded again for him to stick his cock in me.

“Please Daddy; let me feel your cock. Let your little girl have the pleasure of knowing what her own Daddy’s cock feels like inside her pussy! Please Daddy, please fuck me!” 

He stopped the slapping of my clit, and his hands went to my thighs again. He pulled my ass off the bed, and at the same time, drove his cock into my pussy. I screamed a sound of unadulterated pleasure, as I felt Daddy’s big cock fill my pussy. 

“Awwwww….yes! Daddy, that feels so goddamned good! Your cock feels so good in my pussy! Fuck me, fuck me hard! Show me how a slut should be fucked Daddy! Teach me!”

He looked at me with anger. 

"You want me to teach you? I'll show you how to fuck Daddy's cock, baby."

He reached down and grabbed me by the knees and slipped my legs up over his broad shoulders. This caused his cock to shift and put constant pressure on my clit. I almost screamed at the sensation!

Then he pinned both of my wrists to the bed above my head with one of his big hands and started pushing his fat cock in and out of my pussy very slowly, staring deeply into my eyes as he did. It was almost too intense.

I could feel every inch of Daddy’s cock making its way slowly in and out of my pussy. When he’d get all of his cock stuffed in my cunt, he would thrust his hips hard, and I would gasp as he pushed everything inside me up with his strength.

I kept raising my head, in the attempt to actually see his cock going inside of me, but with my arms pinned down it was of no use. I looked up at him, a pleading in my eyes.

“Can I see it Daddy?”

“Can you see what?”

“See your cock going into my pussy. I wanna watch it.”

He smiled, and lifted me up by the wrist, causing a small grunt in me since my legs were still on his shoulders. He shook, making my legs fall to the sides of him, and pulled me the rest of the way up. He let go of my hands, so that I could lean back on them, and I lowered my head and began to rock back and forth, in the same slow fashion as he had, only not with the same force, which caused a little frown to appear on my lips. But when I saw his cock coming out of my pussy, and then disappearing back into it, I smiled again. 

“Oooo…Daddy, it looks so good! I like watching my pussy engulf your cock!”

He grunted but said nothing more, as his hands found my hips and began to slam my body into him, driving his cock deeper into my cunt, and causing me to moan out in passion. 

"You like to watch it, don't you? See, that proves you're a nasty little whore. But if you're gonna be a nasty whore, Daddy's gonna make sure you're a good one."

He reached up and started pinching my stiff nipples sharply, which caused me to cry out in pain and pleasure. I'd never realized how close the two are before - pain and pleasure. But I knew now, and I loved it. 

"Oh, yes, Daddy! Hurt me! Hurt your fuckin' little slut!" 

A wicked smile crosses his face as he keeps pinching me, but that’s just not enough. 

“Slap them Daddy! Make it hurt, so bad that I wanna cry!”

He removed his hand from me and brought his fingers to my mouth. 

“Lick them!”

I brought my tongue out and lavishly licked his fingers. He raised his hand a few inches away from my erect nipples and then brought the wet flesh down onto them. I screamed both in pain and in pleasure and looked at him.

“Do it again!”

He slapped the other one, and another howl issued from me, and I begun to mumble.

“Again, again, again.”

He kept slapping my tits, and soon they become numb, I know they are bruised, and I couldn’t feel the pain anymore, but just the smacking sound of his hand against my nipples was making me hot. He kept making me lick his fingers every other time he slapped me. I looked down and saw the redness of my skin and the wetness of my saliva from his hand, and my moans became loud. He knew that I couldn’t feel the pain anymore, so he moved his hand from my breasts to my thighs. I yelped as I felt his hand slam down on the firm flesh, and looked at him with tears in my eyes, but a smile on my lips. 

Daddy lay back on the bed, looking up at me with a strange look in his eyes. 

"I want you to sit on top of Daddy now, baby girl."

I readjusted myself so I was on my knees atop him. He lowered me down on to his dick, which was standing up straight. He reached down and wiggled it as I was stuffing it up in me.

"Oooh, ooh, Daddy that feels so good." 

Once I was astride him, Daddy reached up and roughly grabbed my titties and tweaked them sharply. 

"Go on and fuck my cock, baby. You can do it. Up and down you go."

As I began to raise and lower myself on his prick, he wrapped his hands around my throat and pulled my face down close to his. He started thrusting up as he tightened his grip on my neck.

"Do you like that? Is that hard enough for you, you bad little piece of trash?"

My eyes opened wide, and I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn’t. Daddy held onto my neck to hard. I tried to bring in enough air to fill my lungs, and couldn’t to that either, but I also felt my pussy getting even wetter. I did enjoy feeling Daddy’s strong hands around my neck and his cock felt wonderful in my pussy. I nodded at him, since I couldn’t speak. He squeezed just a little harder, not hard enough for me to pass out, just hard enough for me to panic, even though, my pussy throbbed. 

He used my neck to make me move back and forth on his cock, and his other hand came up to my lips. He shoved his fingers into my mouth, pressing my neck just a little harder, and making it harder to breath as his fingers pushed in and out fucking my mouth as hard as he had fucked it with his cock. 

"Come on, bitch, fuck your Daddy's cock." 

He pushed his fingers in and out of my mouth and released the pressure on my throat, allowing me to gasp for air. Excited, I began thrusting my hips back and forth, up and down on his cock. 

"Is this what you want, Daddy? Am I doing it right?" I asked.

He kissed me hard before replying.

"You're getting the hang of it, but I have so much more to show you."

“What’s that Daddy, what else can you show me?”

My voice was filled with wonder, how much more could he possibly teach me. He took my question as though I was taunting him, and he grabbed my hips and threw me off of him. I let out a surprised yelp and hunkered down as he advanced on me. He turned me around, propping me up on my hands and knees. He smacked my ass hard as he spoke.

“There are a lot of things to teach you, you little bitch!” 

His voice was filled with so much anger that it made me whimper, but even through my fear I had to wonder exactly what it was he was going to do to me. 

I heard his voice come from behind me, and turned my head to look at him. 

"Have you ever been fucked like a nasty little bitch in heat?"

I felt him place both his hands flat on my lower back, just above my ass, and press down firmly. As he pushed down, I suddenly felt his stiff cock pressing up into my pussy. He kept pressing lower and lower. I didn't think I could fit anymore inside of me.

I was never so full of cock in my life. Truthfully, I'd never been fucked this way before. All of my boyfriends were fairly boring lies. Straight missionary, but Daddy was opening my eyes to all sorts of new things.

He lifted his hands and my body naturally bounced back up. When it did, he shoved it back down onto his prick.

“Mmmmmm….Daddy that feels so good! Oh God, I never thought your cock could go that far up my pussy!” 

“Told you.” 

Was his only reply, before grabbing my hips, and pulling me towards him. I gasped as his cock shoved even deeper into me, and my body began to shake again.

He leaned into me, and caused my arms to buck under me, and I fell on my stomach on the bed. He moved his leg over mine, and pulled them in, then did the same with the other. His cock was completely captured by my pussy. It was tight before, but with my legs clamped together it made it even tighter. Daddy let out a low moan, and pushed his cock deep inside me.

“Move that pussy girl! Come on work it around that cock.”

I started to buck my ass back against him, as he laid with most of his weight on me. 

“Not like that you silly little slut! Milk that cock!”

I had no idea what he was talking about. 

“I don’t know what you mean Daddy.”

He let out an impatient sound. 

“Tighten that pussy, and then release it, you stupid bitch. Come on do it!”

I breathed in, which caused my pussy to tighten around his cock. I had never done this before, and so I had to concentrate hard to make the muscles in my pussy work the way he wanted them to. But soon I got the hang of it, and was constricting and releasing my pussy around his cock.

“That’s a good girl. That makes Daddy happy. You like to make Daddy happy don’t you? Your tight little pussy feels so good around Daddy’s cock.” 

"Now, do that and fuck me back, baby girl. Uhhh, yeah, like that."

I was squeezing and bucking and grinding like a mad woman. I reached beneath me to play with my nipples as Daddy crammed his big dick in my tight little slit.

Suddenly, I felt something playing around with my rectum. This disturbed me at first, but it began to feel really hot.

"What is that, Daddy? What are you doing to me now?"

“I’m going to get your ass ready baby girl.”

“Get my ass ready for what?”

Fear had crept back into my voice. 

“For my cock, you silly little thing.”

“What?”

I practically screamed, and my hips quite moving. Daddy pushed his finger, up past the nail into my ass, and command.

“Don’t stop moving!” 

I began to move again, and Daddy pushed the finger a little further in. I gasped as his finger pushed in up to his lower knuckle, which only made Daddy laugh. He moved his finger in my ass, and the shock and the little amount of pain that had entered me left. His finger felt good in my ass, and I began to moan, and move my hips a little faster, but the fear was still there, and I couldn’t imagine getting his cock in that tight little hole. 

"Oooh, Daddy, don't do it. I'm too scared. I'll do anything else you want. Anything!"

He stopped pushing his finger. 

"Anything at all?"

"I swear, Daddy! Anything!"

"I want to fuck one of your slutty little friends. Can you make that happen?"

I stopped, and thought for a minute. I knew at least two of my friends that would jump at the chance to fuck my Daddy. I know only because they had told me they wanted to. 

“Yes, Daddy. I can make it happen. I know two girls that will fuck you. Just please don’t fuck my ass!” 

He pulled his finger from me, and I let out a sigh of relief. 

“Okay, then. Tomorrow I want those girls here, and ready to be fucked by me. Have you ever fucked them?”

I hadn’t, I had thought about it, but I had never had sex with another woman.

“No, Daddy I haven’t.”

“Good, then tomorrow you’ll also learn how to lick pussy.” 

He began to thrust his hips once again into my pussy, which was throbbing again with the thoughts of having Daddy with me when I licked my first cunt. Thoughts of licking a pussy excited me so much I started to feel an orgasm taking hold. God, so much has happened today, I thought. Even more will happen tomorrow. Daddy's cock was so much bigger than those of the boys I'd had sex with. I wondered if my friends had ever seen one like it before. This made me so hot. 

"Ooooh, Daddy, you're making me feel so sexy." 

He stopped. 

"We're gonna have to teach you how to talk like a real whore. A whore isn't a whore without a gutter mouth."

I turned my head, looking back at him, perplexed. 

“How should I be talking Daddy? I don’t understand.” 

He patted me on the top of the head, like a pet.

“I know. But Daddy will teach you.”

He moved his cock from me, and turned me back around on my back. He placed me back in the same position with my legs up on his shoulders and started pounding the holy hell out of me. Loud moans came from me, and I barely heard Daddy speaking.

“Let it out! Say whatever comes to mind! Come on, you wanna be a slut, you gotta talk like one! Let’s go!” 

I knew what was in my mind, but I felt embarrassed to say it. Daddy looked down at me, the sneer returning, and I blurted it out.

“Come on you stupid bastard! Fuck that cunt! Fuck it harder, you motherfucker.”

He laughed, Daddy actually laughed at my words. But he did begin to thrust harder into my pussy. 

“That’s a little better. Come on, more, talk to me slut!”

“Oh God, God, yes, yes Daddy, work that cock into my slutty little pussy! Oooo...It feels so fucking good, Daddy! Oh, I’m going to cum again. Oh Daddy I’m going to cum all over you fat fucking cock!” 

Daddy grunted and then announced that he was going to cum too. 

“Daddy, fill my pussy with your cum. I’ve never felt anyone cum in my pussy before, and I want you to do it!”

He shook my legs off of him again, and grabbed my hips, lifting my ass off the bed, as he pounded into me, and then stopped, suddenly. His face had gone red, his eyes closed tightly, and I felt it. I felt him cum inside of me, and my orgasm grew to a new height. Even though he had stopped moving, I still thrashed about, moving my hips as his seed filled me, and then he let go, and pulled out. I lay on the bed, gasping for air, and he stayed between my legs until his own breath had come back. 

He got up and put back on his pants, without saying a word. I turned and propped myself on my elbow. He looked at me as he got into the doorway. 

“Get those friends of yours.”

“I will. And Daddy…”

He turned back and looked at me.

“Thank you.”

A smile crossed his face and he walked down the hallway.

I got up and showered, then called my friend; the one I knew for sure would fuck Daddy. She answered the phone, and was glad to hear my voice.

“How you doing Jess?”

“Fine, hey, can you meet me at the coffee house? I have something to talk to you about.”

“Yeah sure.”

Irene sounded concerned, but I wasn’t going to tell her over the phone what I wanted from her. Next, I called my other friend, and she too agreed to meet me at the coffeehouse. 

I walked in a while later, and the familiar smell of roasting coffee and baked goods hit my nose. I order a café mocha and looked around for my friends. It didn’t take me long to find them, and after I had my coffee I went to their table. Irene and Daniel looked at me, both wondering why I had called them down here. 

“I have to talk to you guys, about something I did.”

Their interested flared and Irene leaned closer to me.

“What did you do?”

I gave a little smile, and looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. 

“I fucked my Daddy.”

“No you didn’t!” 

Both my friend said at the same time, and I nodded at them. 

“Oh my god! You little slut!”

Daniel said it jokingly, but I could see a hint of jealousy in her eyes. 

“Was it good? Did you feel all nasty and stuff?”

Irene still leaned into me as she talked. 

“It was wonderful. Best fuck I ever had. I did feel nasty, but that made it all the more exciting!” 

“Oh wow! I’ve wanted to fuck your Dad for so long, but he never seemed interested.”

Daniel’s eyes were still wide, but a smile had started to form as she fantasized about Daddy. 

“He’s interested.”

“What?”

They chimed in together again.

“He told me he wanted to fuck you guys. Well, not you personally, but he said he wanted to fuck some of my friends, and since you two are my best friends, I thought you’d like to be the ones that got to do it.”

“Really, you are shitting are you?”

Daniel was practically bouncing out of her seat in her excitement. 

“I’m not shitting, he wants to fuck you!”

“Well, count me in. Are you gonna be there too?”

Irene had caught on to Daniel’s excitement. 

“Of course, he’s going to fuck all of us, and he wants to see us fuck each other too.”

Both my friends looked at each other and giggled. I knew they had fucked each other before, they had asked me several times if I wanted to join, but I had always declined.




Daddy's Little Girl



“Are we finally going to get to fuck you, Jess?”

Daniel’s eyes beamed with the possibilities.

“Yes you are.”

We all started giggling and drew attention to ourselves from the handsome boy behind the counter. We ignored him and I kept talking.

“Have you guys ever gotten fucked in the ass?”

Both nodded their heads yes. 

“Well, that is the reason why I’m doing this, because I asked Daddy not to fuck me in the ass. I was too scared to do it, but I have a feeling that by the end of tomorrow we or one of us is going to get it.”

The girls looked more excited than before and Daniel spoke up again.

“So we have to wait till tomorrow?”

“Yeah. You can come over early, before he wakes up, and we can all be waiting for him.”

They nodded their heads in agreement. Good, they’re both in, and now I’ll make my Daddy really happy.

The next morning, Daniel and Irene showed up around eight. I had showered, but hadn’t bothered to dress, and the girls were clad in very skimpy outfits. We sat on the couch giggling and talking, waiting for Daddy to wake up. Our voices and laughter stirred him, and he came down the stairs. I hadn’t bothered telling him that the girls would be here, and when he saw them his eyes first bulged, and then a smile crossed his lips. 

“Morning ladies.”

“Morning!”

“If you’d just give me a minute I’ll be right with you.”

We all giggled, and Daddy went back up the stairs to shower.

Irene and Danielle looked at me and then at each other.

Danielle looked at me, her eyes wide and a smile on her face. 

"Wow, Jess, he's even hotter than I remembered!"

"Yeah, and did you see the way he looked at me?" Irene added.

I had to laugh at how excited these girls were about the prospect of fucking my father. It would've seemed silly to me a couple of days ago, but now that I'd fucked him, I kind of got caught up in the excitement myself. Irene began to speak, and I looked over at her. 

"Does he have a big dick, Jess?"

"He has the biggest one I've ever seen."

Danielle scooted closer to me and whispered in my ear. 

"I bet he'd be real turned on if he came out and saw us making out, Jessi." 

Then she began to nibble at my earlobe and neck.

Irene saw this and moved to my other side and placed her hand on my thigh and started to caress me. I'd never had any sexual contact with a girl before, but I had to admit that I liked it so far.

Danielle lifted up my night shirt and slipped her dainty hand in to massage my breast as her lips continued their journey up and down my sensitive neck. Before I knew it, Irene had taken her place between my legs and was kissing her way up to my pussy. I was a little overwhelmed by all of this sudden attention, but I decided that Daddy would probably like it, so I relaxed a decided to go with the flow.

I let out a moan as Irene’s lips found my pussy, and my hand went automatically into her long blonde hair. My hips thrust up as her tongue parted my lips, and found its way to my clit. Danielle’s mouth had moved from my neck to my now exposed breasts, and her tongue worked across the nipple. Pure ecstasy now drove me, the feel of Irene’s tongue on my pussy was almost too much, and I had to control myself before I came too quickly. 

“Oh God, Irene, if I had known that feeling a woman’s tongue on my pussy was this good, I would have let you fucked me a long time ago!” 

I heard and felt her laugh, the vibrations of her voice sent shocks of electricity through my cunt and up my body. I jolted and moaned loudly, but my eyes opened wide when I heard a clearing of a throat. 

I looked in the direction of the sound, and there was Daddy, he was freshly showered and he hadn’t bothered to put on clothes. He stood there stroking his big cock while watching my friends move their mouths along my body. 

“Hi Daddy.”

Both girls’ heads bolted up and looked at my father. They both gasped as their eyes fell on his cock, and he gave a prideful smile.

“Keep going girls. I want to see you get my little slut off before I fuck you.”

I kept my eyes on Daddy, watching his hand caress his cock while my friends set back to work. Danielle moved her lips down my belly, and Irene moved her tongue down to the opening of my pussy, so that Danielle could also taste me. The feel of both of their tongues on and in my pussy was too much. I began to cum, my loud moans of pleasure bouncing off the walls in the living room, as my body bucked up to meet the mouths of my friends. When I could take no more, I pushed at both of them, and they reluctantly moved. I smiled at Daddy, and he came closer. 

Daddy knelt in front of me, his cock standing at half mast. It was about seven inches long at the moment, topped with that fat, purple head and bobbing around in front of him as he set about taking off my shirt.

Looking deep into my eyes, he addressed the girls. 

"Hello, Irene, Danielle. What do you two think of my little girl here? Isn't she just delicious?"

He lowered his head and began tonguing my stiff little nipples as his hands kneaded the breasts they were perched upon. I leaned my head back and enjoyed the sensation. Danielle spoke to him.

"She is really hot, Mr. Neel. Irene and I have been trying to get into her pants for months now."

Irene added.

"Yeah, and you look really sexy, too, Mr. Neel,"

It was almost embarrassing how much she wanted to fuck my Daddy. Daddy gave them both a sideways glance, and smiled a little. Irene seemed a little flustered at the look and spoke up.

“Do you want us to take off our clothes too, Mr. Neel?”

Daddy looked at them all the way now while he thought about it, Irene and Danielle always dressed the same, not in the same exact outfits, but both very slutty. Irene wore a very short pleaded red skirt, it stopped just below her ass, and everyone in the room could see the small g-string red panties she wore with it. To accompany the skirt she wore a mid-drift white spaghetti stringed tank top, and under it a red bra that matched the panties. She also had on a pair of red fishnet stockings, that rested up on her thighs, and a pair of black four inch heels. Danielle was just a little more subtle than Irene. She had chosen to wear a micro-mini jean skirt with fringes around the bottom. From top to hem the skirt could have only measured about twelve inches. She wore a see-through black shirt with it that had patched stars where her nipples were, though; she still wore a laced black bra under it. Since the skirt was so short, I could also see that she wore a pair of laced boy briefs under the skirt. She wore no stockings with the outfit, but wore a pair of thigh-high spiked heeled boots. I could see that Daddy really enjoyed both of the girls outfits, and he told them to keep them on for just a while, which brought pouts to both of their lips. 

Daddy turned his attention back to me; he sat up just a little, so that his cock was now resting on my lips. I didn’t have to ask what he wanted, and took his cock into my mouth. Both girls moaned as they watched this, and without taking his eyes off of me he addressed Danielle.

“Danni, get down there and lick my girl’s pussy. I want to feel her moans on my cock.”

Danielle quickly did as she was told, and then he addressed Irene. 

“You come here. I want to feel your mouth on my cock too.” 

Irene moaned at just the thought of having Daddy’s cock in her mouth. He pulled out of mine, and went to hers. He ran his cock along her lips and addressed Danielle again.

“Rub Irene’s cunt while you’re licking Jessi’s.”

Irene moaned loudly as Danielle’s fingers went to her clit and Daddy took that time to shove his cock down her throat. I knew Irene was more experienced in sex than I was, but she had never had anyone like Daddy before. Usually the guys that we dated were still a little naïve and shy to do or ask for what they really wanted. Daddy, of course, was not like that, and he placed his cock all the way to the back of Irene’s throat making Irene give off a sound of surprise and then she began to choke. She fluttered her arms, trying to get Daddy to pull away but he only laughed and pushed more of his cock down her throat. I spoke up to give Irene some encouraging words.

“Just relax, if you relax you’ll quit choking.” 

Danielle spoke up. 

"Yeah, 'rene, breathe through your nose. Then wrap your hands around that big, fat cock and fuckin' suck on that big head. Rub that fucker all over your teeth and your face, too, baby. Suck that big ol' cock."

Daddy smiled at Danni's outburst. 

"There's a girl after my heart."

Danni smiled and answered. 

"Yeah, that and your dick!" 

She reached up and started massaging Daddy's balls with one hand while she continued to lick my clit and finger me with her other hand. Irene seemed to take Danielle's prodding to heart, because she grabbed Daddy's cock at the root with both hands and started making loud slurping noises as she seemed to just hang from his dick like it was some kind of a gymnastics pole or something. The noises she was making and Danni's mouth were causing a new orgasm to rear its head in me, and I began to moan and whimper as Daddy reached down to knead my big tits.

"That's a good girl, Irene. Do you like my cock? How 'bout you, Danni? Do you wanna take a shot at it, too?"

Danni took her mouth away from me, causing a pout to form on my lips.

“Oooooo…..yes sir! I can’t wait to get that big fucking cock down my throat!” 

Irene giggled as she pulled away, I could tell now who was the leader in this duet, Danielle was the one who had probably taught Irene all she knew. 

“I do like your cock Mr. Neel. I like the way it feels in my mouth. It’s so big!”

Danielle snorted.

“You have to talk better than that Irene. Can we switch? I wanna suck on that big piece of meat. Jessi’s just about to cum, and I know you’ll like receiving a big mouthful from her.” 

Daddy said nothing, but I could tell by the look in his face that he was really going to enjoy Danielle. He moved, letting Irene get up, but before he let the girl’s switch places he took a long look at them, and so did I. I knew my friend’s were sluts, but I had never seen them in action before and it surprised me. Danielle stood at least a good five inches taller than Irene. Daddy reached out and pulled down on Danielle’s thick, long, black hair and she shuddered. Irene had long hair too, but it was thinner and laid a little limp on her head, it was a dirty blonde color, and Danielle was always telling her to dye it. Daddy ran his hand down from Danni’s hair to her breasts. Danielle was proud of them, they fit into a 34D, and even though they were already big, she’d walk with them jutted out so people would really notice them. Irene had smaller tits, Irene was smaller all together. They weren’t bad looking breasts, small and perky, fitting into a 32B. Irene hated them; she was always comparing herself to Danni, and had thought a couple of times about getting a boob job. Daddy didn’t seem to mind that they were small, he moved his hand to her chest, and engulfed her breast in his big hand, before giving the nipple a slight pinch, which made her squeal. Both girls were beautiful, and they knew it. 

Irene moved first, going down between my legs, and got to work quickly, running her tongue the length of my pussy, before settling it on my clit, and sucking it between her teeth. Danielle, grabbed Daddy by the shoulders, which made his face come down in a scowl, but he let her direct him to the couch, and sat him next to me. I knew Daddy wouldn’t forget the forceful way in which Danni worked, and he would correct it later. She came between his legs, and began to stroke his cock before she moved her mouth to it. She didn’t take his cock, but rather, began to kiss it, little pecks, and Daddy was becoming very unhappy. She was used to being in charge of the boys we dated, Daddy was a grown man who knew what he wanted and he was not going to stand for the teasing. He grabbed a handful of her jet black hair, and whipped her head up to face him. She made no surprise sound, but smiled slightly. 

“Look you little bitch, I don’t know who the fuck you think I am, but you had better get those lips around my cock now!” 

She looked a little frightened, and glanced at me. I smiled down at her, which made the look of fright worse. As Danni kneeled to obey my father, he reached down and ripped her sheer blouse from her body. 

"You don't need this fuckin' thing."

He smiled as he looked down at her ample cleavage, and he reached down and began roughly squeezing her tits. 

"Mmmm, these are nice. I can't wait to wrap them around my cock, Danni."

She smiled and slapped his prick against her full lips. She turned her head sideways and started running her tongue up and down the full length of his member until finally reaching the top and sinking it in her mouth. She rotated her head fast as she sucked and then popped it out of her mouth and wrapped her hand around the bulbous head. 

"Mmmm, yeah, this is what I've always wanted. A fat fuckin' cock to suck! I've never had one this nice."

My orgasm was building from listening to Danielle and Daddy talk, I could tell by Irene’s moans that she too was getting very worked up by the scene between Daddy and Danni. I went over the edge, and Irene’s hand shoot in between her own legs with Danielle’s next statement.


”C’mon Mr. Neel, shove that fat fuckin’ prick down my throat like you did to Irene! I wanna choke on it! I wanna feel this wonderful cock so far down my throat that I can’t fucking breathe!” 

Daddy obliged, shoving his cock with more force than he had done with Irene down Danielle’s throat. I looked over at her, to see her throat bulged around his cock, and her eye tearing with her gagging. She regained her composure well, and she laughed with his cock down her throat. She grabbed his hips, and moved her arms with his as he fucked her mouth so hard that her whole body moved. 

I had to push Irene off of me, I couldn’t take the feel of her tongue anymore, and I looked down at her, my pussy throbbing even harder when I saw my cum on her face. Her hand still massaged her own clit, and I moved it, bringing my own fingers to her. She moaned loudly, and I spoke to her, while never taking my eyes off of Danni.

“I want to lick your pussy now Irene. I want to taste it.”

Her response was a louder moan, and I moved my hand so that she could get up and sit where I had. I came between her legs, and brought my head down. I kissed along the outside of her pussy for awhile, causing her hips to move slightly upwards with each touch of my lips. I moved my hand up to her and spread her pussy lips. I moved my tongue to her, licking from her opening all the way up to her hard clit. I moaned at the sweet but tangy taste of her pussy, and moved my tongue a little faster. I looked over and saw Daddy looking down and smiling at me.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

Daddy asked, the smile never leaving his face. 

"Mmmm mmm."

Daddy then bent over and placed his mouth on Irene's wet lips and gave her a deep, long kiss. While Danni was bobbing up and down on his meat, he started teasing Irene's little titties. She moaned into his mouth as he kissed her.

Daddy sat back up and reached down, undoing Danielle's bra. She looked up at him eagerly, pulling his cock out from between her sexy lips. As she did so, long, thick strings of saliva connected her mouth to his throbbing, veined cock. This made me lick at Irene's pussy even faster. 

Daddy said, "Okay Danni, wrap those big tits around my cock. I wanna see how good a titty fuck you are."

Danni straightened up and leaned in to my Daddy, looking into his eyes. She suggestively took her big breasts into her hands and began teasing and caressing them. 

"Ooooh, I can't wait to fuck you're long, hard cock with my big tits, Mr. Neel. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna fuck now."

I watched as Danni took Daddy’s cock between her tits, and squeezed the sides of them so they clamped down around him. She let out a low moan as she began to move her body up and down, and watch Daddy’s cock move between her tits. She bent her head down and spit on the head of Daddy’s cock, causing a big smile from him. She looked up and smiled back.

“God, Mr. Neel, your cock feels so good in between my tits! It looks real good too. I like to see your cock pushing up towards my chin.” 

I moaned from Danielle’s words, and sucked Irene’s clit harder into my mouth. Irene’s hips bucked, and her hand came down on to my head, pushing my face more into her pussy, as her hips moved up and down. I moaned again as I tasted Irene’s cum on my tongue, and moved it down a little to dip it into her hole. Irene gasped and pulled her hips back, I pushed them up again, and kept lapping at the cum leaking from her. She pushed at my head and I finally relented, coming up and smiling at her, while I wipe my chin. We both looked over at Daddy and Danielle. Danielle’s eyes had shut, and it looked like she was going to cum from just the feel of Daddy’s cock on her tits. Daddy looked over at Irene and me. 

"Okay, girls. Irene you get over to the left of me and Jess, you get on my right. Danni, baby, you just keep rubbin' those big titties on my cock."

We excitedly positioned ourselves as Daddy said to, and Daddy took his hands and put each one on our pussies. He began fingering each of us as Danielle kept fucking his cock with her gorgeous tits. He looked over at each of us and smiled. 

“How's that, ladies?"

Irene giggled and wiggled, before speaking. 

"Gosh, mmmmm, it feels really - oooooooh! - great, Sir!"

I couldn't take my eyes off of Danni. She seemed to be enjoying her tit-fucking so much! I became a little jealous because Daddy hadn't done that to me. My tits weren't as big as Danni's, but they were big enough to that, I knew.

Danni's head had dropped down and she was sucking the head of Daddy's cock really hard. She was making a lot of noise doing it, and her head was twisting back and forth rapidly. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought she was trying to unscrew it with her mouth. All the while she did that, she kept moving her breasts up and down the length of Daddy's shaft. It was quite a sight to see!

"Irene, Jessi, you girls lean down and lick at my nipples. They're very sensitive, and it'll make me really hot," 

Irene and I smiled at each other, and brought our heads down. I ran my tongue across Daddy’s nipple before moving it in a circular motion. I heard Daddy give a sound of approval, and brought my lips down, sucking hard at him, making him give an even louder sound of enjoyment. Irene had done the same, though; she had begun to bite him lightly. I smiled and kept rubbing my tongue around him, and sucking every now and again. 

I moved my eyes when I heard Danielle give a loud sound of pleasure, and saw that her hands had moved just a little from the sides of her breasts, so that her fingers could pinch her own nipples. I felt that twinge of jealousy again and lifted my head up. 

“Daddy, I wanna do that!”

He smiled, knowing from the sound of my voice that I was jealous. 

“Baby, your friend is having a lot of fun.”

“I don’t care! I wanna feel your big cock against my tits, Daddy! She’s had a long enough turn with you.”

Daddy gave off a low laugh and nodded his head. He looked down at Danielle.

“Danni! Get up, and give my girl a turn before she starts to cry.”

“But Mr. Neel, I don’t wanna, your cock feels so good on me.”

“Get up girl!”

I moved down to take Danni's place and she took mine. Tentatively, I took my breasts in my hands and wrapped them gently around Daddy's dick. I heard Danielle.

“That’s not right, Jess! You have to do it hard and fast."

I looked up at her as she grabbed her tits and started twisting at them roughly and shaking them up and down quickly as an example. As she did that, my Daddy smiled and shot his hand down to her snatch.




Daddy's Little Girl



Jim looked in the mirror and let out a sigh of disgust. What had become of his life? He remembered a day when he was partying and drinking the days away and banging a different beautiful girl every night of the week. Now he had graying hair, a dead end job, a boring wife and a daughter that hated him. He had attended college for a short time, where he met Violet, the girl of his dreams. She had been a petite size five brunette with supple size 28C breasts. She had bouncy full hair and piercing brown eyes. Her laugh was contagious and her smile could brighten a room. About a year after they had been seeing each other she became pregnant. Jim was forced to give up his college dream of law school at 19 and take on the responsibility of full time husband and dad. He always felt he had been shoved into marriage too quickly which was probably the initial cause of all the tension between him and Violet now. His wife’s figure and disposition had drastically dissipated with age and now she was a bitter somewhat dumpy reflection of the girl he had once loved. Had it not been for the fact that his wife’s family was wealthy and they had forced him to sign a prenuptial agreement he would have filed for divorce years ago.

He used to think the only thing good that had come from his relationship with Violet was his daughter, Anna. She was eighteen now and impossible. She had once prided herself in being “Daddy’s Little Girl”, now she couldn’t stand him. She stood a little taller than her mother and guessed she had a similar figure as her mother had. She often wore baggy “punk type clothing so it was hard to tell. She at jet black hair, for the moment, she dyed it often and always a different color. She had hazel eyes and a very beautiful, pale complexion. She had a nose ring and listened to hard rock, was basically unsociable and hardly ever home. He hardly knew her anymore.

He looked at his reflection. His once dark brown hair had streaks of grey and his face had acquired a few lines. He was still quite handsome and had kept his solid build by a daily run. He was tall, about 6’3” with deep green eyes you could fall into. He sighed again when his wife called him down to go to dinner. It was her 36th birthday today and they were going out to dinner. He expected later that she would want to make love like they usually did about three times a year. She wasn’t very exciting in the bedroom, never wanted to try new thing and only liked the standard missionary position. He reluctantly trudged downstairs and grabbed his coat, and then they headed to her favorite Italian restaurant.

All through dinner he stared off into space while his wife rambled on about this and that. He got so tired of her whining. He was thinking about Sheila. He had met her about a year ago in a bar he was using to escape his family. She had offered to buy him a drink and he explained apologetically that he was married. She told him she didn’t care and how devilishly handsome he was. He was flattered that this beautiful woman was interested in him. She was about a size 7, 36C and had beautiful blonde hair. She had full pouty lips and always smelled o sweet perfume. She was 25, twelve years younger than him and full of sexual fire. She had told him that first night she wanted to sleep with him and fulfill his every desire. He hadn’t had good, hard sex in so long he jumped at the chance. She liked anything and everything. Doggy style sex was her favorite but she relished anal as well. She liked to be tied up and spanked and she was always trying to come up with new things. Jim focused his attention back on his wife and frowned. He was in for another boring night. 

After their meal, they left the restaurant and headed home to their large empty house. As anticipated, his wife suggestively nibbled at his ear and began to remove his clothes. He was so unenthused he could hardly will an erection. He thought about Sheila’s hot body and lips all over his body and he started to get a little hard. As his wife lovingly stroked his penis he imagined Sheila’s hand and finally he was all ready to go. He laid on their king size bed with his wife and climbed to his usual place on top of her. He routinely thrust his penis into her. He continued his thrusting until his wife had screamed out, fully satisfied. He removed his penis, not having ejaculated and walked to the bathroom. There he masturbated to thoughts of Sheila until his penis burst in an explosion of cum. He cleaned himself off and slipped on some flannel pajama pants. He glanced over to his wife who was already snoring away. It was 12:30 AM. He shrugged to himself and headed downstairs for a shot of whiskey.

The marble tiles in the kitchen were cold on his feet and he wished that he had grabbed some socks first. He had a hand on the liquor cabinet’s knob when he heard a key in the front door. He stepped out of the kitchen to see his daughter tip toeing into the house.

“Where have you been?” he asked sternly.

She whipped around in surprise. “Shit!” She had been caught.

“I was out with friends” she tried to explain. “I had to get someone to take me home but they wouldn’t! I had to wait.”

He frowned. She had used this one before.

“Your curfew is midnight young lady!”

“Well if you would buy me a car I wouldn’t be late!” she snapped.

She had been trying for a car for months. They could afford it but he wanted her to the money herself, after all she was eighteen. She had had a car when she was seventeen but she had totaled it acting foolish and he didn’t want to reward her.

“For the last time, absolutely not!”

“God, I hate you!” she screamed and stormed upstairs and slammed her door. 

“Yeah I know!” he muttered to himself and poured a glass of whiskey. He carried the bottle to the couch and in time slipped into a deep slumber.

When he awoke the next day he winced at the sunlight coming into the room. He yawned and walked up the stair case to his bedroom. His wife was gone. She had left a note that she had gone shopping. He took a steamy shower and let the water massage the tired muscles of his back. He stepped out and lathered his face with shaving cream. After shaving with minimal bleeding he splashed on some after shave and slipped on his robe. He dialed Sheila’s number and waited for an answer.

“Hello?’

His face brightened. “Hey baby. Can I come see you? I need some of that sweet lovin’.”

She giggled playfully “Sure baby, come over.

He left the abandoned house and drove to see her. She answered the door in a smile. The sight of her naked body made his heart race and his penis come alive with excitement. He scooped her up in his arms and kissed her deeply. Her sweet lips moved from his to his neck. He felt a tingle through his body from her sensual kisses. He carried her to her bedroom and peeled off his clothes. She knelt on the floor and took his erect penis in her mouth. His eyes rolled back as she licked and sucked hungrily. He twirled his fingers into her hair and forced his penis farther into her throat. She pulled away after a moment and she licked her lips.

“Mmm. You taste so good. I love having your dick in my mouth!” She licked its tip. “You know what else I love?” she asked seductively.

“What?” he forced out.

“I love your dick in my pussy!”

He grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the floor. She crawled on the bed up all fours and stuck her perfectly rounded butt at him. He knelt behind her and slipped the head of his dick into her a little. After he made sure he was lined up he gave a hard shove and drove the length of his shaft into her. She moaned in pleasure as he jumped in and out of her. He could smell the sweet aroma of her pussy, wet with excitement as he reached around and fondled her large breasts. Her body shook with her first orgasm and she begged for more. 

“I want you to fuck me in the ass!” she howled.

He withdrew his slick penis from her and pushed lightly against the tight hole of her ass. With a slow steady push he eased into her. She screamed out in a mix of pleasure and pain he was so familiar with. He rocked his hips into her deeply. He felt the cool pink cheeks of her ass slamming against his thighs as he pounded her harder and harder. The more she screamed the harder he thrusted. In an orgasmic burst she hollered a wave of obscenities and clutched at the bed. He felt his own orgasm about to break free and he sped up his pace, letting her ass milk every drop of him. They both collapsed on the bed, sweaty and out of breath. Jim regained his composure and kissed Sheila on the forehead.

She smiled. “Do you know what I’ve been thinking?”

“What?” he asked.

“I think I would like to invite another girl to join us.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Really?”

Yeah.” She said. “I’ve been talking to this real hot girl at Deuces. She seems pretty interested.”

Deuces was the twenty-one and older club that Sheila spent most of her free time at, when she wasn’t fucking married guys.

He had always wanted two girls at the same time. “I would love that!” he replied.

“I showed her your picture and told her what a big dick you have and she was all into it, said it would be great.” 

He never thought his dick was that great but it was fairly large.

“And guess what? She is a virgin!”

He had never been with a virgin.

She laughed. “You get to pop that tight little cherry of hers!”

Excitement coursed through his veins and he eagerly accepted the offer.

“I’ll see her tonight, so I will work out all the details” she explained. 

He got dressed and drove home with his mind swimming in thought. When he got home he took another shower to rid himself of Sheila’s scent. He perched himself in front of the T.V. and watched a rerun of “Law and Order”. Anna came downstairs in a short black skirt and a red top. She had on fishnet stockings that showed her long slender legs.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“To the movies” she lied. She had recently gotten a fake I.D. and wanted to try it out at Deuces, the local hot spot.

“Midnight” he said emphatically.

She rolled her eyes and shut the door behind her.

Jim waited for his wife to go to bed and he called Sheila.

“Did you talk to her?” he asked excitedly.

“Yes, she wants to do it tomorrow.”

His wife would be at work and since it was Saturday his daughter would be out with friends.

“Sure, perfect.”

Sheila explained the details. “She is a little nervous and she wants to wear a mask, both of us girls actually.”

“Weird…but ok” he agreed.

“Well come over tomorrow about three” she instructed, “We’ll be waiting for you.”

He hung up and laid on the couch. His thoughts raced and his body shook with excitement. He wouldn’t get much sleep tonight.

The next day he kissed his wife good-bye and hurriedly ran upstairs to prepare for his fantasy date. He showered, brushed his teeth and combed his hair. He sped to her house in a daze, anticipating the event to come. He knocked at her door and waited for her to answer.

She opened the door and smiled. She had on a shiny red, Mardi Gras style mask. It was adorned with glitter and some multi colored feathers. It only covered the top half of her face and she leaned up to kiss him. She had on a matching red negligee and garter. 

“Well, are you ready?” she asked.

He didn’t say a word but followed her down the corridor to her bedroom. The room was dimly lit with burning candles placed on the dresser. He saw the other girl standing in front of the bed. She had on an identical mask and negligee, only in navy blue. She had long beautiful black hair and a slender figure. She had perky, beautiful breasts and long legs.

“I told you she was hot.” Sheila walked to the strange girl and pressed her lips to her own. They opened their mouths and kissed each other greedily. Then they proceeded to strip away each others clothing. As Jim watched in silence he felt his penis swelling more at every kiss, every touch. They motioned for him to join in. He slinked over to the girls on the bed.

“Remember, this is her first time. Give her special treatment” Sheila reminded.

Jim spread the new girl’s thigh and softly kissed the cleanly shaved skin of her virgin pussy. He slipped his tongue gently inside and licked the length of her slit. She wriggled beneath him and moaned. He sucked hard on her clit and she arched her back in pleasure. She grabbed his hair and pushed his face farther into her, rocking her hips against it. Her body was rocked by the first orgasm in her life and she let out a husky moan.

Jim turned to Sheila who was patiently awaiting her turn. He flipped her onto her back and pulled her thighs toward him. He found the wetness of her pussy and plunged his hard dick deep into her. She shrieked in pleasure as she grabbed at the head board for support. She felt the familiar tingle of an orgasm building inside her and she let it overtake her. She panted heavily as her body was bombarded with a powerful orgasm. She caught her breath and whispered to Jim.

“I think it’s time for you to pop that cherry now.”

He looked at the other girl who sat back on the bed rubbing her pussy furiously in silence.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

She nodded and lay back against the pillows. She spread her legs and her laid between them. He touched her smooth pussy with his finger tips. She was so wet, she was ready. He lined himself up with her and slowly pushed his way in until he came to the thin wall of her virginity. She felt so tight on his penis and he groaned.

“It’s time.”

With a firm push he broke through the membrane and deep into her pussy. She let out a small shriek of pain then took a deep breath as the pleasurable felling kicked in. She moaned as he gently pushed in and out of her tightness.

“Fuck me harder!” she whispered, and he sped up his pace and force.

“Harder.” She said a little louder.

He pushed with all his strength.

She wailed with another orgasm and stared deep into his eyes.

She moaned. “ Oh Daddy!”

“The familiar way she said “Daddy” snapped him back to a horrifying reality. His movements stopped instantly and he could feel his erection shrinking in fear. He pulled her mask off to see the beautiful face of his daughter, Anna. He fought the feeling to vomit and gagged.

“What is it?!” Sheila asked in confusion.

“It’s my…” he couldn’t say it.

“I’m his daughter” Anna said vindictively. 

He withdrew his dick and scrambled away from her. He looked down at his dick tainted with his daughter’s blood. He glanced to where she sat laughing spitefully. Horrified, Jim ran to the restroom in the bedroom and threw up into the toilet. 

Sheila stood by in horrified silence.

Anna slipped on the robe she had brought with her and walked to the bathroom where her father was heaving into the toilet.

“So…about that car I wanted…” she smiled, “If I don’t get it I will tell mom that you’ve been fucking this whore and now you have fucked your own baby girl!” She wiped some blood from her pussy and wiped it on his cheek. 

He sat shaking his head in shame. The little girl he used to bounce on his knee was just bouncing on his dick and he had enjoyed it. Anna left her father to think bout her ultimatum and she didn’t return home until late that night. When she came in she bounced over to her dad cheerfully and kissed his cheek.

“Hi daddy!” she said.

When his wife turned away she licked the side of his face, and then went to her room.

He turned to his wife and sighed. “Honey I think we should talk about getting Anna a car.”

To be continued…based on Reader Response.



Daddy's Little Girl



(This is my first submission to Literotica, although I am a long time reader. Questions, comments or criticism, good or bad, are welcome. I hope you will let me know whether you liked it or not.)

My daddy and I live in the northwest. My mom died when I was eight, so it has been just daddy and I for the last ten years. Daddy taught me everything that a girl going through puberty learns. He gave almost anything I asked for. I admit that I'm a spoiled princess. My daddy will do just about anything for me. 

We had always had a close relationship. I could talk to my daddy about anything. Anything, but my desire for him, that is. I don't know how to tell him without ruining our relationship. He's my best friend. Don't get me wrong, I have many friends, but my daddy is my best friend. Some people would say that I am popular, but I don't think of myself that way. I'm not your stereotypical highschool girl. I'm not a cheerleader and I don't play very many sports. I played volleyball my freshman and sophomore years. Then I joined the debate team, so I couldn't play anymore. 

I should probably introduce myself. I'm Cammy and I'm 5'7" with reddish brown hair, pretty, dark chocolate brown eyes, dsl (dick sucking lips) 137 pounds. My measurements are 36D-28-34. I don't dress like a slut, but I'm not conservative either. I like wearing mini skirts and heels, but I also like my jeans and sneakers. 

I'm not the smartest young person in school, but I don't do too badly. I have a GPA of 3.9 and I work to keep it up. I have an on/off boyfriend. We do things together, but we are not committed. I'm still a virgin, but I've sucked his cock and he's eaten my pussy. 

I have always thought my daddy was a hottie. He is 6'5" and 200 pounds. He's got dark brown hair with a hint of silver at his temples and piercing black eyes. He's only thirty-eight, but sometimes he acts much older. He is not super fit, but he's not flabby either. He has big biceps and his pecs and abs aren't bad either. Not a six pack, but not a tire either. Daddy is a private stock broker and a financial analyst, so he works from home. Daddy has an office and I'm not really allowed in there. I can go in there if he invites me, but that doesn't happen very often. He works in his office until about 6:30 when I get dinner on the table, and then after dinner he goes back to his office to work some more. I usually go to my room and do my homework or chat online with friends. Sometimes I watch television. In the summer I go out with friends or just lay around. Daddy comes in every night to tuck me in and hear all about my day. 

It all started innocently enough, a couple of months before my eighteenth birthday. It was a hot summer day near the end of August, and I was laying out by the pool, working on my suntan. Talk about a cliché, huh? 

Laying there fantasizing about my daddy, I didn't hear him come out onto the deck at first, but then he cleared his throat. "Hey, Pumpkin. What are you doing?" I could see the light dusting of dark hair that swirled across his chest and down his abs, to disappear into the waistband of his navy blue swim trunks. 

I flushed guiltily and replied, "Nothing Daddy."

For some reason, my daddy can always tell when I am lying. He must have some kind of radar, because he always knew about it. "Why are you lying to me Cammy?" my daddy says to me. 

Thinking quickly, I say, "I was just thinking how nice it would be if you would rub some suntan lotion on my back for me."

"That's fine baby, but why lie to me about it?"

"I don't want you to do it unless you want to Daddy."

"You know there is nothing you can't ask me to do baby." 

I was wearing my new bikini, and daddy hadn't seen it yet. I wasn't sure what his reaction would be. It's a white fishnet Brazilian mini with a v-back. The top was two triangles that covered most of my breasts, but still left a pretty good view of my cleavage and the sides. 

Daddy grabbed the suntan lotion off the table and sat next to me on the lounger. "Roll over baby and I'll do your back."

I rolled over and I heard daddy's breath whoosh out. 

"What the hell is that?!" he said loudly.

"It's my new bikini, Daddy." I said quietly. I wasn't quite sure yet what his reaction was. I knew that he was surprised, but was he mad? I waited to find out.

"That's not a bikini baby. It's a postage stamp. Where's the rest of it?"

I laughed and said, "No, Daddy. It's a Brazilian mini. This is the way it's made."

"There's nothing there! You have string covering your ass and it doesn't cover anything but the crack. Unless you are counting this piece at the top, and that doesn't cover much more than the string."

"I know, Daddy, but what do you think of it? Do you like it?" It was important to me that Daddy liked my new bikini. 

"Sure baby. What there is of it." Daddy was quiet after that. He didn't say anything else, but he also wasn't applying my lotion for me either. 

"Daddy, are you going to put on my lotion? I don't want my butt to get burned." I said, reminding him that my butt was exposed to the rays of the sun and the possibility of a burn on it. Daddy jerked a little bit and then picked up the bottle again. He squeezed some onto the palm of his hand, closed the lid and set it down on the deck. Before he rubbed his hands together, I said, "Daddy. Undo the string on my back. I don't want tan lines."

He made a strangled sound in his throat and I began to wonder if he was as affected by this as I was. My pussy was getting hot and wet, and my hands itched to reach into my new thong bikini bottoms and play with myself. 

Daddy worked the lotion into my back and down my legs much longer than necessary, but I didn't mind. He completely skipped my butt. When he finished my legs, he said, "There, all done."

I turned and looked over my shoulder at him. "What about my butt, Daddy? I don't want it to get burned." 

"You can get that part honey." He told me in a choked voice.

"But, Daddy, if I lean up to do it, my top will come off and you would see. Do it for me please?" I asked in a small voice.

"Ok, baby." 

He put more lotion in his hands and then hesitated with his hands above my butt. Then all of the sudden his hands were on my butt. I couldn't hold back my moan. 

"Baby, I'm sorry. Did that hurt?"

"No, Daddy, it feels good. It was just a little cold on my butt. It was really getting hot."

Daddy looked as if he was about to choke, or swallow his tongue. He continued to run the lotion into my skin long after it had been absorbed. He groaned and then seemed to come to himself. 

"Ok honey bunch, you're done. Daddy's going to go back to his office now."

He all but ran back into the house, but as he passed me, I could see his swim trunks were tented in the front. 

Oh my God, I thought to myself. My daddy is turned on by me. 

That started me thinking, and over the next few months I hugged Daddy a lot. I brushed against him every chance I got. I wore all of my most revealing clothes in front of him. I was doing everything in my power to get Daddy to touch me. I even walked out of the bathroom one day when I knew that he was in the hall, with my towel half falling off. 

Daddy did say much about it, but he turned around with a hard on and let me get my towel in place. I knew my daddy had to be horny. Daddy didn't date much, simply preferring to "raise his little girl" as he put it when I asked him once. 

Two days before my birthday, Daddy asked me what I wanted.

"I don't know, Daddy. I already have a car and a computer. Could we go out for dinner at a fancier place this year?" I asked, already thinking of what I could wear that would be suitable. 

"Sure sweetie. Where do you want to go?"

"I don't know Daddy. Vittorio's or Chez Francois's."

"Well, you'll need something nice to wear, so why don't we go shopping for something tomorrow after you get out of school. We'll get you a new wardrobe for your birthday and we'll do it up big."

"Okay Daddy. That sounds fun."

I was ecstatic. My daddy was taking me shopping and I was going out to a real restaurant for my birthday. 

School was interminable the next day. Finally the ended and I almost ran out of school to get to my car and get home. Keisha, one of my friends, stopped me near my car and asked what the rush was. I explained that my daddy was taking me shopping and out to a nice restaurant for my birthday and I wanted to get home so we could go. She just laughed and told me that I was lucky to have such a cool dad. 

I got home and yelled to dad that I would be ready to go in a few minutes. He yelled back, "Whenever you're ready."

I ran upstairs and changed into a pair of purple short shorts and a white tank top that showed off my breasts nicely. Although it was October, it was unseasonably warm. 

Since I was getting a new wardrobe, I knew that included lingerie. Right then it came to me. I either had to get my daddy in the dressing room with me, or model it for him in the store. 

It took fifteen minutes to get to the mall. When we got there we started at The Bon, and worked our way down. I stopped at a bunch of stores. Daddy was really patient too. I kept asking him things like, "Daddy is this too tight? Does this make my butt look too big?"

Finally he told me, "Honey your ass will never look too big. It's perfect."

That was what I had been waiting for. I slid a quick glance to Daddy's crotch, and he looked hard as a lead pipe. I knew then that it was time to go to the lingerie store. 

"Thank you, Daddy." I reached up to give him a slow kiss on the lips. I pressed my lips to his. They were warm and dry and it felt like heaven. Being so close to daddy, I could smell the faint musk of arousal on his skin and his cologne. For an instant before I drew back, he started to respond. We went to the register and paid for the cute little mini skirt and halter top that I got.

"Okay, where to next?" Daddy asked.

"Oh, let's just walk down the mall some more. I don't know where I want to go next." Although I did, Daddy didn't seem to pick up on the fib. Either I was getting better, or he was too aroused to notice. I was hoping it was the latter. 

We walked down the mall and I stopped in front of Victoria's Secret. "I want to go in here, Daddy." I said in a quiet voice. 

"Umm . . . Uhh . . . Okay sweetie." Daddy said. "I'll just wait for you out here."

"No, Daddy, you have to come in with me. "

"Why?"

"Because of I get the wrong size, you have to go and get the right one for me." I said in a wheedling tone. 

"The saleslady can do that for you." Daddy said.

Thinking fast, I said, "Daddy, there are a few people in there and the saleslady will be helping them. She's not going to be able to run out and get them right then and I don't want to have to get dressed and do it myself." Good thinking I thought to myself.

Daddy agreed and we went in. I strolled around the store and found a bunch of things to try on. I found a black plunging merrywidow with a matching lace thong and stockings. I picked that one out in a 34D "by accident" of course. I made sure that they had it in my size. I grabbed a lace and mesh merrywidow in white, also with matching low rise thong and white stockings. I picked out some v-string panties and a couple of matching bras. This was going to be expensive for daddy, but I knew that he would more than get his money's worth if I had my way. 

We were finally done and the total was astronomically high. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I got too much. I'll put some of it back." I told him quietly in a voice low enough that the sales lady didn't hear me call him daddy. 

"Nonsense honey. It's your birthday. You can get it all." He said. 

The sales lady looked at us in awe. "You're a lucky woman. My husband would never spend that much on me for my birthday." 

I have worn my mother's wedding ring set since I was sixteen, so I guess that's where she got the idea. It's a beautiful amethyst in the center with a diamond on each side and tiny baguettes around the amethyst in a white gold setting. Daddy started to correct her, but I cut in and said, "Yes, I am lucky. He's a wonderful man, my husband."

Daddy waited until we got out of the store to say anything more. "Why didn't you correct her?"

"Why waste the time explaining Daddy?" 

Daddy let the matter drop and we walked back down the mall to the car. When we got home, I took all of my new things up to my room and sorted and put all of it away. I took out my basic little black sheath dress that I had bought and hung it in my bathroom so that any wrinkles would hang out when I took my shower in the morning. 

Getting ready the next night, I was able to wear my new Chantal Thomass Bow-Trim lace balconet bra with matching lace v-string thong and garter belt in black and red; it didn't show with my black dress. When I went downstairs, Daddy was already dressed and waiting. He wore a black tailored double breasted suit with a blue tie. 

Daddy took one look at me and said, "You're beautiful honey." 

"Thank you, Daddy." I felt tears come to my eyes when daddy said that. He made me feel so special. 

"Shall we go?" Daddy asked. 

"Mmhmm."

Daddy took my arm and let me to the car, where he opened my door for me and helped me get seated. I fastened my seat belt as he came around the car and got in. He slid in and started the car and we were off. It only took fifteen minutes to get to Vittorio's. When we went in, daddy gave his name and they seated us right away, off in a secluded corner. 

Daddy ordered a red wine for us, since it was a special occasion. We perused our menu's and when our server came, we were ready. Daddy had Lobster and I had Alfredo. We talked while we waited. 

"I have something for you honey." Daddy said after a few minutes. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a long red box with a bow on it. He handed it to me and as I opened it he said, "Happy Birthday darling." 

It was a beautiful white gold diamond heart- lock and key bracelet. Just then our server came and said, "Oh, how beautiful. That's a wonderful thing to give your wife. Is it your anniversary?"

I jumped in and said, "Yes, it's been a year now."

Daddy shot me a look of consternation. He couldn't understand why I was letting people think we were married. I wanted to plant the idea in his head. I wanted him to think of us as a couple. I hoped it was working. Every time my wine glass got low, daddy poured more for me. By the end of the evening, I was tipsy and fast headed toward drunk.

Daddy and I were just finishing our meal, when our server came back and asked what we would like for a complimentary desert for our anniversary. Daddy and I chose Chocolate Mousse. When we were finished, daddy stood and helped me with my wrap and then wrapped my hand under his elbow and we walked to the car to drive home.

We got home and I thanked daddy for a wonderful birthday dinner. I told him that I was going to go up and get ready for bed. He said that was fine, and he would be up in a few minutes for our nightly ritual. When I got into my room, I took off my dress and hung it up. I took off my balconet bra and matching things, and laid them neatly on my bureau. Then I took out my black plunge merrywidow and put it on. 

When daddy came to my room, I was usually in bed waiting for him. He would knock once and then come in. I decided that I wouldn't be in bed when daddy got there, so that he would get the full effect of my outfit. When daddy got there and saw me, his mouth dropped open and his jaw worked like a fish gasping to breathe. He had changed into loose-fitting pajama pants and an old T-shirt. The bulge in his pants got bigger and I knew it was now or never. 

I opened my mouth and made a drunken confession that I hoped wouldn't ruin our relationship. "Daddy, I want you to make love to me."

Daddy just stood there for a minute, with a blank look on his face, and then his flushed bright red. 

"I can't make love to you honey, you're my daughter."

I reached up and put my arms around his shoulders, and brushed my breasts against his chest. "Daddy, I want you." I moaned and then pressed my lips to his. I licked the seam of his mouth and tried to slide my tongue in. He resisted for a minute and then gave in. His tongue prodded my mouth open and swept deep for his first taste of me. His tongue probed mine and I tangled my tongue with his. Daddy's fingers slid up to cup and caress my breasts. I laid my hands on his chest and started to rub. He deepened the kiss and then suddenly thrust me away. 

"No, I can't do this! You're my daughter for God's sake."

"Please Daddy." I started crying. "I want you to be the one to take my virginity. Please." I pleaded with him. I kissed him again, and his resistance seemed to melt. He groaned and pulled me close, his tongue diving desperately into my mouth. 

My hand slid down his abdomen and onto his dick. I slowly rubbed his hard, throbbing cock. "Daddy, let me suck your cock." I whispered as I slid slowly to my knees. I reached for the waistband of his pajama pants, and slid them carefully over his swollen flesh and down his legs. He stepped back and kicked them out of the way, while pulling his t-shirt over his head.

I grasped his cock in my hand and slid my fingers up and down, slowly pumping him. He moaned and I kissed the crown. I pressed light kisses up and down his shaft and when I reached the base, my tongue flickered out, faintly touching his balls. He moaned louder and shuddered. 

I ran my tongue up his shaft and took the head of his cock in my mouth, sucking on it. I took his cock all the way in my mouth, to the base. I was proud of the fact that I could get all of my daddy's 7inch cock in my mouth and into my throat. I moaned, and the vibration send shivers through him. I pulled back and sank down his cock again. He tasted good. I pulled off his dick and licked the tip. It was slightly salty with a hint of sweetness. I wanted more. 

I traced my tongue over his shaft and place open-mouthed kisses all over it. I drew figure eights under the head of his cock and flowers with my tongue. Then I leaned down and traced my name on my daddy's cock. "There Daddy. Now you're mine. My name is written on your cock." It was the first time I had ever said anything even slightly vulgar to my father. He moaned even more and grabbed me by the hair.

Daddy pulled my mouth to his cock and thrust inside. He worked his cock in and out of my mouth and throat, pumping faster and faster, until he called out to me, "Oh God baby girl. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Swallow for me honey. Swallow it all."

Daddy's cock hardened even more and I could feel his muscles tense as his cock worked his cum out. He started shooting in my mouth. As hard as I tried to swallow shot after shot of cum, some of it still leaked out the corners of my mouth and down onto my chin and the tops of my breasts. 

Daddy shakily walked to my bed and sat down, pulling me with him. I crawled up and kissed him, letting him taste his essence on my tongue. Daddy picked me up and laid me on the bed and slid down between my thighs. He licked my pussy through my thong and then slid the fabric out of the way. 

The first touch of his tongue on my bare pussy was electric. He slid his tongue into the smooth folds of my pussy lips and found my clit. Circling my clit with his tongue repeatedly. Pushing me closer to my own orgasm. Suddenly he changed his tactic and sucked my clit into his mouth, drawing on it rhythmically, creating pulses throughout my body. The throbbing grew stronger and stronger as daddy sucked. An instant later my climax hit, blinding me and making me cry out as I convulsed. "Daddyyyy . . . ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh daddyyyyy." 

Daddy prolonged my orgasm by continuing to lick and suck on my clit. I gradually stopped shuddering, and daddy reached up and took me in his arms. We lay there for a minute and then daddy said, "We can stop now honey, and you'll still be a virgin for someone else."




Daddy's Little Girl



My fingers stopped rubbing on his chest and it was hard to breathe. "No Daddy. I want you to be the one to take my virginity. I told you that."

"Alright angel." Daddy said in his sexy voice. 

He undressed me in a hurry, but he was careful not to rip my lingerie. When he finally got my thong and merrywidow off, his lips circled my nipples. He licked and sucked for a few minutes. His fingers moved to my pussy and he worked my slickness around. He thrust a finger in and out of me, then he added another, stretching me. Finally he added a third finger. He worked his fingers in me and I felt the stirring of another orgasm. Daddy built me slowly toward orgasm, and when I was finally almost there, he moved over me.

"Baby, this might hurt a little bit. Daddy will only hurt you as much as he has to." Daddy was being so gentle with me.

"It's ok Daddy. It's supposed to hurt the first time."

With that, Daddy nudged his cock into the entrance of my pussy. He started to push in slowly. I wrapped my legs around his hips and helped to pull him in. When he met my barrier, he stopped. "Don't stop Daddy. Keep going." I told him.

Daddy pulled back and pushed through my hymen quickly. I cried out, and the pain was intense, then suddenly it was gone. Daddy stopped as he bottomed out and he just stayed there, panting in my ear. "Are you okay baby?" he asked me. 

I laughed and said, "Yes Daddy. It's great."

Daddy deliberately withdrew and then sank back into me.

"Faster Daddy." I sobbed. 

He started moving faster, but it still wasn't fast enough.

"Please Daddy. Please."

Daddy moved faster and faster and then harder and harder. He was pounding into me and I loved it. I could feel my orgasm starting low in my belly. It kept growing until it finally it washed over me like a tidal wave, crashing into me, buffeting me back and forth. 

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Daddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Oh God, oh God. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

Daddy kept slamming into me, working in and out faster and harder, until I knew that my hipbones would be bruised come morning. Daddy was moaning and his breath rushed in and out in great gasps and his chest heaved. I knew he was close. He started grunting and then he yelled. I could feel him cumming inside me.

Daddy collapsed on top of me and lay there for several minutes before pushing off and falling onto his side next to me. 

"Oh baby girl. If we keep up at this pace, I'll be dead in a week."

I just laughed. "Oh Daddy. You're fairly fit and you're only thirty-eight. I think you'll be ok."

"I don't know, but if I do die like this, I can't think of a better way to go."



Daddy's Little Girl



Ever since the day she was born Ashley had always been her daddy's little girl. This isn't to say that Ashley didn't love her mother, she did, and very much so at that, but there seemed to be an almost magical connection between my daughter and me. I always seemed to make her feel safe, secure and definitely very loved. Maybe it was because I'm a police officer, but I was always seemed able to ease her fears and soothe her hurts whether physical or emotional. And I could always make her smile or laugh no matter how sad or upset she was. 

I know I spoil my daughter, but I never let her become a brat about it. I always hate having to discipline Ashley, but I didn't shirk from it either. Fortunately, Ashley is very well behaved and therefore rarely requires any type discipline or punishment for which I am very grateful. In Ashley's case, disappointing her parents and especially me was worse for her than any spanking, grounding or any other punishment she had ever been given. 

As she grew older Ashley spent as much time as she could with me. She helped me do things around our house. We'd go for rides together on my Honda 600RR motorcycle and she'd even go to work with me from time to time. Ashley really loved going to work with me not only because it was a lot of fun to hang out with her old dad and my police friends, or because she got to wear a real police t-shirt with a badge on the front and "POLICE" written in big letters on the back, she also got to stay up all night because I work the midnight shift. 

Before I knew it, Ashley hit puberty. My friends from the department would tease me that my little angel of a daughter would turn into a little diva or that I'd have to beat the boys and maybe even the girls away from her with my baton, but fortunately none of these things ever happened. Ashley had never had more than a couple of boyfriends all through high school even though she was well liked and very popular the relationships she had, had never been very serious. When I asked her about it one day during her senior year of high school, her answer was plain and simple,

"The boys at school are ok, but when I compare them to you they never even come close to measuring up. And Daddy you always told me never to settle for less then the best I could get and that's what I'm doing." 

I liked that answer but totally missed what Ashley was saying between the lines. It would become all to clear to me very soon though. 

Just after she turned 18 years old Ashley had finally stopped growing and her body had matured. Ashley had grown into what most people would call a hottie. She was 5'7" tall with an athletically slender build. She weighed about 115 pounds and long straight brown hair that came down to the small of her back, her eyes were a shade of hazel that became lighter or darken depending on her mood and what she wore. Those eyes seemed to twinkle when she was happy and smolder when she was angry. Her breasts had blossomed into a full 34 C. My mother described Ashley as having the best features from both her mother and her me. My wife Adrian is 45 years old about 5'2" and weighs about 150 pounds. Some people would say she's fat, but I like to think of her as being curvy. Even though she's petite my wife has a large frame with wide hips, and if she were to be the standard weight for her height she'd look anorexic. Adrian's hair is straight, dark brown and comes down to the middle of her back. Her breasts are a full C cup with very large nipples that always seemed to be hard. Adrian also has an infectious smile, another thing Ashley inherited from her mother along with the ability to light up a room just by walking into it. 

Myself I'm 48, 5'9" and I weigh about 160 pounds. I have light brown hair that I keep cropped close in the military style known as a high and tight. I have a slender athletic build, and workout enough to keep in shape, but not enough to be considered built. I also have hazel eyes just like Ashley's, or rather her eyes are just like mine. Ever since she was out of diapers Ashley would sleep in one of my old t-shirts and a pair of her panties. On weekends that would also be her standard lounging outfit as long as we didn't have company. I didn't notice it at the time, but when I look back on things now I realize that the t-shirts Ashley was wearing had gotten shorter and shorter exposing more and more of her midriff until they only came just below her breasts, and her panties had become skimpier and skimpier until she was wearing thongs and G-strings. The little minx was smart about how she did it too. She never wore a really short t-shirt with really skimpy panties; it was always one or the other. But, she did make sure that when she wore her skimpy panties her t-shirt was just short enough that if she reached for something, squatted or bent over for something, anyone who was looking would get a nice quick flash of her panties. I'm not sure if I was in denial or if I just put it down to her growing up and wanting to look more mature and sexy. 

I was driving Ashley to school one Friday morning about a month before her 19th birthday and I asked her, "So sweetheart, any idea what you want for your birthday this year?"

She looked at me nervously and said, "Yeah, but I don't think I'll be allowed to get it though." 

"Well, why don't you tell me and we'll see," I told her.

"Well Daddy, what I really want is a tattoo," Ashley said hopefully.

"What kind of tattoo and where do you want to have it put?" I asked skeptically.

"Well...I want one that says "Daddy's Little Girl" in a heart or something on my left shoulder blade," She said. 

"Really?" I asked obviously surprised by what she wanted.

"Yep, really," She said with a smile. 

I smiled at her and said, "I'll have to discuss it with your mom, but it's ok with me if it's ok with her."

"So much for that idea," Ashley said sourly.

"Hey, what was that for?" I asked.

"Daddy we both know how Mom feels about tattoos. She's never gonna let me get one," Ashley said.

"We'll see. She might say its ok, you never know," I said.

"Uh huh. I'll see you after school Daddy," She said, as I pulled the car to a stop in front of her school.

"Ok baby. Be good and have a nice day," I said, as I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. 

"I will Daddy. Bye!" she said as went up the walkway.

"Bye!" I called out as I pulled away. 

When I got back home I told my wife what Ashley wanted for her birthday. 

"A tattoo! You have got to be kidding!" Adrian raged.

"Nope. That's all she said she wants," I said mildly amused at my wife's reaction. Ashley and I both knew this was coming, so I decided to get it over with as soon as possible.

"You told her no right?" my wife asked hotly.

"Actually, I told her it was ok with me but that I had to discuss it with you first," I replied.

"Well at least you had that much sense. No, she's not getting some stupid tattoo that she's gonna regret 20 years from now," My wife said.

"You haven't even asked what kind of tattoo she wants, or where she wants it," I said.

"What fucking difference does that make?" Adrian asked exasperatedly. 

"Well, you're saying you don't want her to get a stupid tattoo that she'll regret when she gets older. What if that's not that case?" I said.

"Fine! What does she want then?" Adrian asked.

"She told me she wants one that says "Daddy's Little Girl" in a heart or something like that on her left shoulder blade," I said matter of factly.

"Oh great, so she couldn't wear a dress that shows some of her shoulder or back in a professional environment," Adrian replied.

"Oh please! So many people have tattoos now no one would care. At least it's something tasteful and not some cartoon character or something," I reasoned.

"Yeah, I just bet you loved it when she told you that's what she wanted," Adrian replied her voice dripping with a combination of scorn and jealousy. 

"Yes I did," I replied honestly. 

"Fine! You two can do whatever the fuck you want then!" Adrian yelled and stormed out of the room. 

"Hmmm. That was easier then I thought," I thought to myself.

I could hear Adrian packing for her annual Girl's Week trip in our bedroom. It was something Adrian and her friends have been doing for the last few years. They get together and pick a place to go for a short vacation to get away from their families for a while. I felt a little sorry for her luggage though, since she seemed to be taking her temper out on it, but better her luggage then me. I was getting real tired real quick so I decided to just crash in Ashley's room until I had to wake up and pick her up from school. 

All too soon Ashley's alarm clock was going off and I had to get up. I took a quick shower and put on some fresh clothes. Adrian left a note on the table saying she was out doing some last minute shopping before her trip tomorrow. I drove to Ashley's school to pick her up and found her waiting for me.

"Hey sweetheart," I said as she climbed in the car. 

"Hi Daddy," Ashley replied. 

"How was your day?" I asked.

"It was ok. All the usual stuff and then Rebecca Bradford got caught giving Brian Simms a blowjob in the boy's bathroom. Mr. Shanks walked in and caught them just as she was finishing Brian off."

"Oh shit!" I said.

"Yeah that was pretty much their reaction too," Ashley said and we both laughed.

"Where we going Daddy?" Ashley asked when she noticed I wasn't following one of our usual routes home. 

"You'll find out when we get there," I said teasingly. 

"Come on Daddy!" Ashley said trying to get me to tell her.

"It's a surprise for you. In fact, close your eyes," I said.

"Daddy, I'm not gonna close my eyes," Ashley said. 

"You don't close your eyes, you don't get no surprise," I rhymed for her. 

"Alright, alright," Ashley said as she closed her eyes.

"And no peeking," I admonished. 

"I won't peek I promise," She said.

A few minutes later I pulled in front of the tattoo shop where a lot of the guys from the police department went for there tattoos and stopped the car.

"Can I open my eyes yet Daddy?" Ashley asked impatiently. 

"Yep!" I said. 

Ashley's eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped. "A tattoo shop?" she turned to me in disbelief.

"Yeah, I talked to your mom about it while you were at school and she said we could do whatever we wanted. So I figured if you really wanted to get a tattoo I should take you to get it before she could change her mind," I said.

"You mean it Daddy? You're really going to let me get my tattoo?" she asked still not really believing what was going on. 

"Yes I mean it. Now lets go inside and get you your birthday present," I said.

"Ok," She cried out happily and all but jumped out of the car and ran into the shop. 

A while later, Ashley and I were back in the car and on our way home. Under her t-shirt was a bandage covering her brand new tattoo. I held her hand the whole time the tattoo artist was working on her. When it was all done, she chose a red heart about the size of a racquetball with angel's wings on each side and a banner across the middle that said "Daddy's Little Girl". I was proud of her. She never wavered in what she wanted when she saw the hundreds of tattoos she had to choose from. 

"I think it's best if we don't tell your mom right away about your tattoo. What do you think?" I asked her.

"Yeah, maybe we should kinda let her find out on her own or something," Ashley agreed. 

"I was thinking more of telling her after she gets back from her trip," I said.

"I guess so," Ashley said in a resigned tone. 

"Don't worry about it Ash, she'll get over it after she vents," I said.

"It's the venting I'm worried about," Ashley said.

I chuckled and said, "If I'm home, I'll take the fall. If not, just blame it on me and tell her to call me," I said. 

We had nice family dinner together before I went to work. Ashley and I shared somewhat guilty knowing glances and smiles with each other whenever Adrian wasn't looking. I kissed and hugged both of them before I left for work. It was a pretty quiet shift, some traffic stops, a domestic and a few house alarms to go check out and before I knew it the shift was over and I was pulling into my driveway. I changed out of my uniform and took a quick shower before I took Adrian over her friend's house. The whole group was meeting at Jessica's house and they were all going to ride to the airport in one car. I gave Adrian a kiss and a hug and wished her a good time before I drove back home. 

When I got home, Ashley was already awake and watching TV in the family room. I had to do a double take as I walked into the family room and saw Ashley lying on her stomach a few feet in front of the TV. She was idly flipping through a magazine as she watched her Saturday morning cartoons. What made me do the double take was that Ashley's t-shirt had ridden up over her hips and was completely exposing her teenaged ass that was barely covered by a skimpy thong. 

"Ah, Ash. You need to pull your shirt, down you're showing off your assets," I said lightly trying not to make too big a deal of things. 

"Oh! Sorry Daddy I didn't realize," Ashley said with an impish grin that made me wonder if she wasn't being totally honest for some reason. 

"So any plans for the weekend?" I asked trying to nonchalantly change the subject.

"No, not really. I was thinking about maybe doing some shopping or something if I can get one of my friends to give me a ride," She replied. 

"Well I'm not one of your friends, but I'll take you if you want and when we're done we can have a little barbeque and go swimming if you want to," I offered. 

"Sounds like a deal to me," She said. "And Daddy...you're my best friend," She added with a smile.

I had a grin like the Cheshire Cat when I said, "Well hurry up and get dressed then." 

Ashley got to her feet, gave me a kiss on the cheek and then ran to her bedroom to get changed, accidentally flashing her thong and ass at me a couple of times on the way. About a half an hour later, we were on our way to a couple of malls and a few other shops Ashley liked to go to. Several hours later, we were on our way home with my wallet considerably lighter and the trunk of the car practically filled with bags of various types and styles of clothes, shoes and accessories. As we were driving, we stopped at a traffic light in front of a small strip mall that had a store called, Leather, Lace & Lust. 

"Daddy? Can we go in there?" Ashley asked in that voice of hers that she knew was so hard for me to resist. 

"I don't know honey. That's not really the kind of place fathers take their daughters," I replied. 

"Pleeeeeaaaaaassse Daddy. I've always wanted to take a look in there," Ashley pleaded with me. 

"Ash...," I said in a tone that all but begged her not to this to me. 

"Please Daddy please. I'm eighteen. I'm not a kid anymore," She begged.

"Alright! Alright! But you better not tell anyone about this, especially your mother," I said warningly. 

"Yeeeeaaaa!" I won't tell a sole Daddy. I promise," Ashley cried with glee. 

The light turned green and I turned the car into the parking lot and found a parking space. We hadn't gotten more then a few steps inside the store when the clerk stopped us and asked to see Ashley's I.D. She handed him her I.D. and he looked it over. When he was satisfied he handed it back to her and let us enter the store. 

"If you need any help just let me know," The clerk said. 

I thanked him and put my arm around Ashley's waist as we walked onto the sales floor. I smirked when Ashley's eyes went wide as she took in all the items on display. Ashley seemed more then a little overwhelmed as she tried to decide what to look at first. Ashley didn't know it but I bought quite a bit of stuff from this store over the years. Ashley decided to check out their selection of toys first. The look on her face was priceless when she saw a 15 inch dildo that was about as big around as a soda can.

"Gawd that has got to hurt!" Ashley exclaimed softly. 

"It's for size queens and its something you've got to work up to," I whispered into her ear. 

"I guess so," She said, before moving down the line to the vibrators and clit stimulators.

Ashley picked up a box with a picture of a jelly scorpion that had vibrating eggs in the body and at the end of its tail. She looked confused at first and then as she read the information on the box her eyebrows slowly rose toward her hairline. 

I leaned forward again and whispered, "Double you pleasure, double your fun."

Ashley giggled softly and put the box back on the shelf and then went to look in the lingerie section. It was interesting to watch her as she browsed the sexy skimpy underwear.

"I'm going to have to get some of these," She said more to herself then me. 

"If your mom ever finds them she'll go nuts," I warned her.

Ashley sighed and moved on to the leather and BDSM section. I knew what she was thinking. Even though she was 18, Adrian still treated her like she was a little kid. Ashley looked very intrigued as she looked at the nipple clips, floggers and paddles. I checked the clock on my cell phone and saw that we'd been in the store for over an hour already.

"Are you ready to go yet Ash?" I asked.

"Yeah I guess so," Ashley said wistfully. 

We drove home, unloaded the car and started making lunch. I barbequed some chicken on the grill while Ashley made some corn on the cob and a Caesar salad. We enjoyed our lunch since it was one of our favorite meals. Ashley and I chatted about her school and her plans for life after she graduates. 

"I was thinking of studying either criminal justice or business management at the community college," Ashley said. 

"Hmmm, sounds like you're good to go," I said. 

"Yeah, I guess," Ashley replied.

"Are you ready to hit the pool?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'll go get changed," Ashley replied.

"Ok. I guess I'll just clean up here all by myself," I said in a falsely sad tone.

"Daddy! You go get changed too and we'll both clean up after we're done in the pool," Ashley offered.

"You've got a deal," I replied. 

Ashley and I both went to our respective bedrooms and changed into our swimsuits. Naturally, I was done first so I waited for Ashley on one of the lounge chairs we kept on the patio. Ashley walked onto the patio wearing a swimsuit I had never seen her wear before and my eyes popped out of my head and my jaw dropped. Ashley was wearing an electric blue very sexy, very skimpy bikini. The top half had those standard triangular cups for the breasts except that they barely seemed to cover her breasts. The bottom half was triangular in front and covered Ashley pretty well, but when she turned around to put her towel on one of the chairs I saw that that back was little more than a string around her waist and one that went between her ass cheeks. 

Ashley giggled at my reaction and asked, "You like?" 

"Yea...NO! Wha-what would your mother say if she saw you in that suit?" I sputtered. 

"Oh, she knows I have it. She helped me buy it. I had to promise her I'd only wear it for tanning, and even then only when I was alone. But after being in that store, I felt like being a little naughty and a little sexy," Ashley said.

"A little naughty? A little sexy? Wearing that suit and saying you're a little sexy is like calling a 747 a little plane!" I exclaimed. 

Ashley smiled broadly at my comment and asked, "So, do I have to change or will you let me keep this suit on?"

"Ughhh! Ashley, why do you do this to me? Yeah, I guess you can wear that suit. But don't you ever try this when your mom's home or she kill us both," I said.

"Ok Daddy. Thank you," Ashley replied. 

"You're welcome sweetie," I said.




Daddy's Little Girl Pt. 01



Edited by Michael-Leonard 

This is the story of a lady trucker and the teenaged boy she rescues. But who really rescues whom? 

*

Chapter 1

The low rumble of the engine increased in pitch, and then momentarily ceased, only to start over as the driver shifted into a higher gear. This occurred time and time again as the truck increased its speed, until it was comfortably cruising down the New Jersey Turnpike at sixty miles per hour. At four o'clock in the morning the traffic was pretty thin, just a few other trucks on the road heading south. It was still dark; probably two hours before dawn, she thought.

Gail Brown was a trucker. She had been a trucker for almost half of her life. Her Dad had been a trucker. It was he who had taught her how to drive an eighteen-wheeler. In fact, this was her truck; the tractor, that is. She worked as a long-haul trucker for an oak furniture manufacturer located in Phoenix, Arizona. Each week she would drive her Kenworth cab from her home in the desert south of Phoenix to the company warehouse, pick up a loaded trailer, and drive to the east coast distribution center located in New Jersey. She would drop the trailer at the loading dock, then drive her cab around to the other side of the terminal and attach to a trailer loaded with oak boards brought in from North Carolina. After an overnight layover, she would begin the three and a half day trip back to Arizona.

Her father had first started with the company in the fifties and had helped set the route and the logistics for the company. Gail began coming along for the ride during the summer when she turned sixteen. It was a way for her to stay close with her Dad and to put as much distance as she could between her and her abusive mother. 

She thought about that as she approached the exit for the Pennsylvania Turnpike. Her Dad had married her Mom when they were both a year out of high school. Her Dad was a big man, about six three, with dark hair and eyes. Her Mom, on the other hand, was a petite natural blonde with blue eyes. They made a very attractive couple; in fact it was their looks and the sex that went with it, that was the basis for their marriage. They had very little else in common. Dad was a go-getter; while not highly intelligent, he was very street-smart, with a sharp business mind. Her Mom had made it through life on her looks. She was to put it bluntly, a dumb blond. 

Gail Brown was a combination of the two. Unfortunately, she didn't get the best of her parents; her genes were all scrambled together. She resembled her father in looks, and had her mother's brain when it came to school work. She did, however, inherit her father's keen business and common sense. Physically she was impressive. She stood six-feet-two and weighted one hundred eighty pounds. She was broad shouldered and had thick arms, a twenty-four inch waist and slim hips, with a tight butt. Her breasts were not large, but sat high on her forty-two inch chest. She was not an ugly woman; she just looked and acted more like a man. That was what her mother resented the most. She had wanted a pretty daughter to be her girlfriend; what she got was a tomboy who could care less about boys, pretty dresses and girl talk. She wanted to be strong like her father, and she was willing to compete with the boys at all levels. They were constantly at each other's throats. 

When Gail was seventeen, just before the beginning of her senior year, she and her father came home from one of the cross-country runs to find the house all but empty. Mom had taken all her clothes and anything else that she liked and walked out. A note was left on the table basically telling them both to kiss off; she was leaving to live with her new boyfriend.

Her Dad was devastated; Gail could have cared less. She took care of him for a week, and then insisted that he go back to work, that she would be fine by herself. She would finish her senior year and graduate. They both knew that she would not be going to college, but when she announced that she wanted to be a trucker just like him, her Dad refused. At dinner that night, she explained that if she learned to drive the truck, they could cut at least a day out of each leg of the trip and that they could spend more time together at home. He saw the logic in that, so he agreed to teach her how to drive the big rig. 

She qualified to drive the truck a month later, got her operator's license and soon was taking the night shifts, allowing her Dad to sleep in the berth behind the cab. Her Dad showed her how he exercised each morning and night. He had attached two hooks to the front bumper of the cab. He would attach long rubber exercise bands and do curls, bench presses; military presses and would shadow box with his back to the truck extending each arm as if throwing punches. Gail would copy each movement until she reached her limit. Soon, they were doing the same amount of each exercise. It was clear that she was his daughter.

In fact that was her CB handle: Daddy's Little Girl. If only the truckers out there knew what she looked like, they'd have cleaned up their chatter over the radio when she was driving.

Life was good for the both of them. In fact, because they had longer periods of time being home, Dad was able to go out again. He met a recently divorced woman and began to date again. Gail had not seen her Dad this happy in years.

Then tragedy struck. One evening while they were home between runs, her Dad suffered a massive stroke and died. Gail was twenty-two years old and for all intents was an orphan. Her Dad's life insurance from the company paid for funeral expenses and left her with enough money to live on for a while if she chose to give up truck driving. The day after the funeral, however, she walked in to the company and spoke with the owner. She assured him that she could continue doing the job that her father had done. She explained that she had shared the driving duties with her father for the last four years and was more than capable of handling the job. Because of his long friendship with her father, he hired her on the spot.

"Thank you, Mr. McGuire, I won't let you down."

That was five years ago.

Chapter 2

"That little squirt is worth half a million dollars. That money should be ours and I want it. According to the trust agreement set up by your grandfather, if anything happens to that kid before he turns twenty- one, the trust is terminated and the money is yours. All we have to do is kill him, make it look like an accident, and we're half a million dollars richer."

"I don't know Dave, he's my little brother."

"Karen, who cares, you never liked him anyway. That old man screwed you by only leaving you a thousand bucks out of his estate. As the oldest child you should have gotten the money, not him. We'll kill the kid, stick his body in the car, drive him out to the desert and then put him behind the wheel and let the car drive off the road into an arroyo, and set the car on fire. The only way they will be able to identify the kid is from his dental records."

Billy had heard enough; he had to get out of there that night before his sister and that crazy boyfriend of hers could kill him. But where would he go. He had just turned eighteen; he had no money and had no proof of what he had heard. He had come here to live with his sister after his Mom had died. He didn't know why his grandfather had left all his money to him. He could only assume that his sister must have done something pretty bad to tick him off that much.

That night, after his sister was asleep, he snuck out to the kitchen with a duffle bag full of his clothes, took whatever money he had along with any money he could find in the grocery food jar and left. By four a.m. he had walked about ten miles. His goal was to get as far away as possible, stand by the on-ramp for Interstate 17 and catch a ride anywhere. As he was walking along a deserted road, he could see a small house in the middle of nowhere. On the side of the house was a large truck. Suddenly, the truck roared to life. The driver jumped out of the truck and walked back into the house.

"Here's my chance," he thought, and ran to the truck, peered in, saw the entrance into the sleeping berth and climbed in and hid himself as best he could. He held his breath as the driver got back in a few minutes later and drove off. They only drove for what seemed like about fifteen minutes or so when he felt the truck pull off the road. The driver maneuvered the truck backward until he felt a bump and a loud bang; then the driver got out of the cab again. Billy peeked through the curtain that separated the berth from the driver's compartment. They were in some sort of warehouse parking lot. He could see several trailers parked in the lot.

'He must be picking up a trailer,' Billy thought.

Suddenly, he heard the door begin to open. He was able to close the curtain just before the driver climbed back into the cab. Then, with a toot of the air horn, the truck started out of the lot and onto the road. Billy had no idea where they were headed; all he knew was that it couldn't be far enough from his sister Karen and Dave. He had enough space on the driver's side of the cab, to look around the curtain. When he saw that they were heading on to Interstate 17, he settled himself down to rest.

He must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew they were pulling off the highway and into a truck stop. The driver got out, started the diesel pump, and headed to the store. Billy looked out of the cab, and watched him as he walked away. There was something odd about his walk, Billy noticed, but he couldn't figure out what it was. He settled back into the berth, waiting for the driver to return. He heard the driver top off the tanks, replace the nozzle, and get back into the cab. With a roar, the truck started, and headed back to the Interstate. After an hour or so of driving, Billy started to panic. He had to pee. He fought down the urge, but knew that at some point he'd have to get out of the truck to take a leak. As he twisted his body, trying to get comfortable, he kicked something at the foot of the berth. It fell over with a loud bang.

"What the fuck was that?" he heard from the driver's seat. It was a low, husky voice, but was definitely a woman's voice. That's what was different about the walk he thought. Then he felt the truck pull to the side off the road and stop. He was trapped. Suddenly the curtain flew back.

"Who the fuck are you and how did you get into my truck?" she said as she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him out of the berth and into the passenger seat. He looked through the window, contemplating whether or not to try to run. They were in the middle of nowhere, there wasn't a structure to be seen anywhere.

"Please they're going to kill me; I had to run. I climbed into the cab when you got out by your house. Please don't hurt me."

"I'm not going to hurt you. Tell me your name."

"Billy, Billy Young."

"OK Billy, who is trying to kill you?"

"My sister and her boyfriend."

"Why?"

"For the money in my trust fund; I have to get away."

"Why not go to the police."

"I have no proof; it would just be my word against theirs."

"OK Billy, relax; you can ride with me as far as you want," she said after looking him over. Physically, he would impose no threat against her. He looked like he was about five-six and weighed about one hundred and thirty pounds. He seemed genuinely frightened and in need of some help.

"Is it alright if I jump out and take a piss; I really have to go badly?"

"Sure, go ahead," she said with a laugh, "I promise not to look."

With that he opened the door, jumped out and relieved himself. He climbed back into the cab and closed the door.

"Feel better?"

"Much better, thanks."

With that she pulled the truck back onto the road and they headed north towards Flagstaff.

Chapter 3

They drove in silence up to Flagstaff where they got onto Interstate 40 heading east. All the time they were driving she could feel his eyes on her, assessing her. 

"So, what do you think, can I handle this rig?"

"What, I'm sorry I wasn't listening."

"I know you've been staring at me for the last fifty miles or so."

"I'm sorry, that wasn't why I was staring."

"Then why were you staring?"

He was slow to respond.

"Well, answer me."

"I find you very attractive; sexy."

"Then you need new glasses. I'm plain, not very feminine and I'm old enough to be your... older sister."

"That's only partially true. To me you're very attractive, and you obviously are very strong which is a real turn on for me and you may be older than me but I'll bet you're at the height of your sexuality."

"Wow, you really are a silver-tongued stud aren't you? I bet you have all the girls at school wrapped around your little finger."

"Actually, I'm a virgin; I don't relate to girls very well. I've never even kissed a girl before. But I have read everything I could get my hands on about sex. So I am prepared if I ever meet the right woman."

"OK, OK; I'm sorry I asked." We're going to stop at a truck stop outside of Winslow, and get something to eat. OK with you?"

"Sounds good to me."

Once we got underway again, I found out more about Billy. He had just turned eighteen and had already graduated from high school.

"Billy, you must be really smart if you've already graduated. Did you skip a grade?"

"Actually it was two grades. I guess I'm smart; schoolwork is just too easy for me. I have to push my teachers to give me more complex stuff to read and to do. I've been accepted into the University of Arizona. I start in the fall, if I survive until then."

"Don't you worry about that, as long as you're with me no one is going to do you any harm."

We sat in silence for a few miles and then I said:

"It must have been tough on you emotionally being so much younger than the rest of the kids in your class. They must have been awfully mean to you, especially when you were younger."

"Yeah, when I was younger they used to resent the fact that my grades were always better than theirs. They were so much bigger than me that they used to push me around, take my lunch money, and even lock me in my locker."

"That's terrible, didn't your parents complain?"

"My parents were divorced when I was ten. My Mom died when I was fifteen. I moved in with my older sister, who never really gave a crap about what happened to me. I planned on staying at college as much as possible. Enough about me tell me about you."

"Well, there's not that much to tell. My Mom left home when I was seventeen, while my Dad and I were on a cross-country trip. I graduated from high school and had my Dad teach me how to drive this baby. When he died, I took over the route; and have been doing it for the last five years."

"I'm sorry about your Dad."

"Thanks, I really miss him sometimes."

"How did you get so muscular, if you don't mind my asking?"

"I grew up as a tomboy, much to my mother's dismay. I idolized my Dad. I used to watch him workout with the weights that were in the back room. When he was out on the road I'd sneak downstairs and imitate what I saw him do. As I got older, I got a lot bigger and a lot stronger. In a way, I grew up the same as you did. I was different from the other girls in my class. I was the tallest in my class and I acted more like a boy than a girl. The girls used to say nasty things about me when they thought I wasn't listening. I never had any friends. I wasn't pretty or sexy. I had one date in high school. A boy from the football and basketball teams asked me out, everything was going fine; I thought he really liked me, and then he tried to get me to take off my clothes. When I said no, he tried to force himself on me. That was a big mistake. As he began to unfasten his jeans he had to let go of my hands. I hauled off on him with all my strength. I left him there in the car, out cold. I saw him the next day in school; he was telling the guys that he got into a fight with another guy. I walked up to him, got right up in his face, and yelled: 'If you ever try that again, I'll blacken your other eye!' Soon the whole school knew I was the one that beat him up and why. After that, none of the boys wanted to go out with me, so I became a loner. 

"We're almost to Winslow; what do you want to eat?"

"I don't know, how about a bacon and egg sandwich?"

"OK, you got it."

I reached over to the CB and dialed in channel 10.

Hey, 'Short Stack,' you got your ears on? This is 'Daddy's Little Girl'. I'm about fifteen minutes out. Put on a bacon and egg on a roll and my usual."

"You got it, that all for you?"

"No, I've got a young man with me."

"It's about time; 10-4."

"Who was that," Billy asked?

"That was 'Short Stack'; he's the cook at the truck stop where we're going to have breakfast."

"Wow, that's so cool; you can place your order ahead of time."

"Yeah, it saves time especially when I get something to go if I'm behind on my run."

Fifteen minutes later we were pulling off the Interstate and into the truck stop.

"Come on, let's go eat."

Chapter 4

Billy jumped out of the truck and walked around it heading for the entrance. As he came around the front of the truck, he stopped short. There in front of him was the biggest woman he had ever seen.

Gail was dressed in a pair of jeans, a tee-shirt, a denim jacket and western boots, and her brown hair was tied in a ponytail. 

She saw the look of shock wash over his face; then she saw something else: lust. This teenager had it exceedingly bad. His hormones must really be working overtime, she thought.

"Come on let's go," she said taking him by the arm and leading him into the place.

"Hey, Gail good to see you; who's your friend?" said the waitress as they made their way to a booth in the back.

"This is Billy; he's going to be making this run with me."

"Hi Billy, nice to meet you; Gail you got your order in already?"

"What are you going to drink, Billy?"

"Milk"

"OK, one milk and one coffee."

"Wow they really know you here."

"They should, I've been stopping here at least once a week for the last seven years."

The waitress brought out my usual, steak and two egg whites, and Billy's bacon and egg on a roll. We ate, and over a second cup of coffee, we continued our conversation about high school and growing up different. I looked at the clock and announced,

"OK, break is over; let's get out of here."

I grabbed the check. I saw Billy reach into his pocket and pull out a small hand full of bills.

"Put your money away, the meal is on me."

"I can't let you pay for my meals, that's not fair."

"First of all, I'll decide what's fair. Which one of us is working and getting paid and which one of us needs to hold onto as much of his money as he can? Besides, I'm really beginning to enjoy our time together. I miss riding with someone."

It was beginning to get hot, so I took off my jacket before reaching the truck. I think I almost gave Billy a heart attack; he was staring at my chest and arms and almost walked into the side of the truck that was parked next to mine. I laughed to myself.

'This just keeps getting better and better,' I thought. 'I've never had this effect on a man before.'

It was really doing my ego good.

We climbed into the truck, started up, and pulled back onto the Interstate. 

"OK, next stop, Albuquerque, New Mexico."

Driving an eighteen-wheeler is not difficult. It takes a little practice before you can steer one handed and work a dual, 6,4 shifter and clutch without missing a shift and grinding the gears, but once you get used to it there's nothing like the feel of all that power at your control. It also doesn't hurt to have a good deal of upper body strength. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Billy staring at my arms. Every once in a while I'd flex my muscles just to give him a thrill. I don't wear a bra when I'm out on the road. I really don't need one for support; my B-cups are really firm. My nipples are only evident when I get excited or if they get cold; with the A/C on now, I was both. When he didn't think I was looking, Billy would rub his cock through his jeans. I was so tempted to reach over and help him; but I didn't want to scare him.




Daddy's Little Girl Pt. 01



The ride was uneventful; traffic was light. About five miles outside of Albuquerque, I pulled off I-40 and into a truck stop for lunch. It was about one o'clock, and we were making good time. After a trip to bathrooms, we had a quick lunch and then it was back on the road.

"Our next stop won't be for about four and a half hours. We're headed for Amarillo, Texas. Depending on traffic, we should be getting there around six o'clock. We'll have dinner there and spend the night at an all-night truck stop."

I could see the wheels turning in his head. There were two of us and only one berth; a hint of a smile crept onto his face.

Chapter 5

We pulled into the truck stop at about 6:00, parked in the back of the lot, and walked over to the restaurant entrance of the building. When the waitress brought out menus, she gave us a smile, then a wink and a nod to me. I looked over at Billy, I could tell something was bothering him, and I was pretty sure I knew what it was.

"Don't worry Billy, I told you I'm paying for the meals on this trip."

"I don't feel right about you doing that."

"First of all, I'm helping you, this is the way I can; secondly, I'm bigger than you so you have no choice."

"I could refuse to eat."

"That's up to you, but you'd be missing out on some really good food and from the looks of you, you can't afford to miss too many meals. Please Billy, let's not argue about this, just let me help you, you'll be able to pay me back someday, I'm sure of it."

We had a great chicken dinner, with baked potatoes and mixed vegetables and unsweetened iced teas.

Our conversation came easily, as if we were old friends. Soon, however, I knew it was time to get back to the truck. The sun was going down and I wanted to inspect the truck before it got dark. Once I assured myself that everything was OK, I walked over to the storage bin and pulled out my exercise bands.

"What are those," Billy asked?

"Exercise bands. My Dad taught me this a long time ago. A set of free weights would be too bulky and heavy to store on the rig; so he came up with these bands. They hook onto the truck right over here; you grab them like this and do your workout as if you were lifting weights. The greater the number of bands, the greater the resistance, it's like lifting heavier weights. Watch."

I started with my curls, three sets of twelve. I watched Billy's eyes; they were glued to my biceps, which with each curl, ballooned to the size of softballs. My arms are thick, even at rest they measure almost fourteen inches, when they're pumped up, I've measured them at sixteen and a half. Billy was really enjoying the show. I looked down and could see that he had a hard on which was impressive for such a small guy.

"You want to try?" I said, knowing that I was adding fuel to the fire.

He took the handles and managed to do one curl, before the resistance over powered him.

"Holy shit, you must be really strong."

"I've been doing it a long time; you could get stronger if you practiced."

I attached a second band and did another two sets and part of a third before I reached my limit. I disconnected one of the bands and kneeling with my back to the truck I began to do butterflies. I thought Billy's eyes would pop out of their sockets when he watched my chest expand. My shirt was stretched skin tight, giving him a great view of my tits and nipples. I forgot that I wasn't alone like I usually am when I do this; I didn't mean to give him a free show, but now that I had it was getting me excited knowing that I was turning him on. After three sets, I got up and did my military presses. When I was done, I looked over at him and said,

"OK, that's done, get a change of underwear and let's go in and grab a shower."

"What, me and you, in the shower...?"

"Not together silly, they have separate locker rooms and showers for rent."

For a couple of bucks each we had a nice hot shower and a towel. Afterwards, we walked back to the truck. The tension started to build. How were we going to sleep or even change our clothes for the night?

"Billy, we have to sleep together in the back."

"I could sleep here in the cab."

"No, you'll sleep with me. Let me go in first and get everything set up; when I'm done I'll let you know. I suggest that you remove your pants and shirt and sleep in your underwear, that's what I do."

That said, I crawled back into the berth, took off my boots, my jeans, and was about to remove my tee- shirt when I realized that I would be not be alone. I left the shirt on, opened the air vents to the berth, climbed under the blanket, and called out to Billy.

"OK Billy, take off your sneakers and outer clothes and crawl into the berth. I have my back turned."

I heard the rustling of clothes as he complied; then felt him crawl into the bed with me, and turn facing away from me.

"There, that's not so bad. Good night Billy; get a good night's sleep, we start out at sunrise."

"Good night Gail; thank you for everything."

Although this was something new for the both of us I'm sure, I soon heard Billy's breathing become slow and shallow; shortly thereafter, I too fell asleep. 

I was having a very nice dream, when I suddenly I became aware of someone else in the bed. Billy had rolled over during the night and had cuddled up to me. The desert gets cool at night and he must have gotten cold. His arm was thrown over my body, his hand resting on my tit. He must have been having an even better dream than I was, because I could feel his stiff cock between my ass cheeks. Every once in a while, he would mumble something that I couldn't understand; then he said my name clear as day. This little eighteen year-old was having an erotic dream about me... and the thought of that was turning me on. I slipped my hand down to my pussy and slowly and gently began to massage my clit. Soon I felt a small orgasm wash over me. With a sigh, I relaxed and fell back to sleep.

Chapter 6

In the morning, I awoke as I normally do, at about 5:00. The sun was just beginning to rise. Billy was still in the same position as before. He must have sensed my morning stretch because he awoke realized where his hand was and yanked it away.

"Gail, I'm so sorry, I didn't know."

"Don't worry about; I sort of enjoyed waking up that way. Go out and get dressed; I'll be out shortly."

He crawled back to the front seat, got his sneakers and clothes, and jumped out of the cab to dress. I reached over and grabbed my jeans, pulled them on, changed my tee-shirt, and pulled on my boots. I grabbed my jacket, opened the berth door, and climbed down to the ground. 

"I'm going to get myself some coffee to go, do you want anything to drink?

"Can you get me a coke?"

"No problem"

Soon I was back; we climbed into the cab, started her up and headed back onto the Interstate. We would stop for breakfast just outside of Clinton, Oklahoma. At 5:30 in the morning, there was almost no traffic, other than the occasional eighteen-wheeler. If I had been by myself, I'd have been on the CB talking with my fellow truckers; but with Billy here, I had tuned to channel 19, listening for any alerts. It was quiet in the cab, each of us buried in thought. I couldn't tell you what he was thinking about, but I was thinking about how nice it was having a young man sharing my bed, and thinking that it was about time that I lost my virginity. Around eight--thirty, we pulled off the highway and into the truck stop. There were quite a few other trucks parked, their drivers apparently having breakfast inside. 

As we entered the dinner, I spotted several truckers that I knew from being on this route for so long. 

As we were being led to our booth, one of the guys yelled over,

"Hey Gail, how you doing?"

"Fine Gus, everything is good, how about you?"

"Feeling old; maybe I'll retire next year."

"Gus, you've been retiring next year ever since I first met you back when I was riding with my Daddy."

We all laughed, and then Billy and I sat down and looked over the menu. We placed our orders and settled back into some light conversation, when a guy walked up to the table. I had seen him before. He was a little weasel, who thought he was a lady's man. 

"Hey Babe, don't ya think this boy's a little small? I say throw him back and come sit with a real man; maybe we can get to know each other a whole lot better."

"That boy as you call him is a whole lot more of a man than you'll ever be," I replied, already sliding my way out of the booth.

"Who, him?" and he pushed Billy's shoulder.

"You lay a hand on him again and I will break off your arm and beat you with it." 

At this point I was already on my feet, my fists clenched and ready to fight. He looked up at me; I had at least four inches and thirty pounds on him.

"Whoa, Darlin, I meant no harm."

"Yeah, right. Just get your ass back to your seat and let us enjoy our breakfast."

When he left, Billy whispered, "Thanks, you were awesome. I'm used to getting picked on so it doesn't really bother me that much. Would you really have fought him to protect me?"

"Absolutely."

Just then our waitress brought out our breakfast.

"Your breakfast is on the house; Joe back in the kitchen has been waiting for someone to put that loudmouth in his place for some time now. Maybe he'll show us waitresses a little more respect from now on."

"You tell Joe thank you for us."

When we finished our breakfast, we got up and left, but not before I threw down a ten for our waitress.

On the walk out to the truck, I kept watch, looking for any signs of trouble. Just before we got there, Billy put his hand on my shoulder, pulled me down and kissed me sweetly on the cheek. 

"Thank you."

He ran around the other side of the truck and climbed in. It took all my will power to keep from dragging him back into the berth and having my way with him.

Chapter 7

We headed back onto I-40. The next leg of the trip was always one of the longest and most boring. We would be heading to Joplin, Missouri, five hours away. 

After an hour of driving we reached Oklahoma City, there we switched to I-44 heading northeast. There is absolutely nothing of interest to look at on this stretch of the road. Billy and I talked about his plans for the future. He had received a full scholarship to the University of Arizona. He planned on entering their Geosciences program. I'm afraid my eyes glazed over as he described in detail what he planned on concentrating in and its importance to life on this planet. The more he talked the more I realized how intelligent he was and how dumb I was. 

"Whoa, Billy; that's sounds great, but I'm afraid it's a lot more than my little mind can comprehend. I guess I'm just a dumb truck driver."

"Don't you ever say that again. You may not have the education I've had, but I'm sure you have a lot more common sense and practical experience than I have. I'm sorry, Gail; sometimes I just get carried away. I'm really excited about going to college."

"Billy, I was just thinking that at some point you're going to have to go to the police and tell them your story; even if you have no proof. Your sister and her boy friend are bound to be watching for you to enroll at U of A; you'll need someone watching them. Maybe the police can protect you."

"I don't want to think about that right now. I'm having too much fun right now being with you. You are the most interesting person I've ever met. I really like you, a lot."

"And I like you, too. You're the sweetest and kindest person I've had the pleasure to meet."

With that we settle back into our own little worlds, the silence was not uncomfortable at all. 

Before we knew it we were seeing signs for Joplin. It was a little after one-thirty.

"Billy, I don't know about you but my stomach is growling and I could really use a pit stop as well. What do you say we pull into the next truck stop?" I knew we were about five miles from one of my favorite stops, but I wanted Billy to make the call.

"OK Gail, you're the boss. I could use a break as well." 

We pulled off the Interstate and pulled into the parking lot of a small little dinner called Alice's Restaurant. I'm sure Billy was having second thoughts as we climbed down from the cab and walked across the lot to the entrance of the small, run down building. When we walked in the door, the smell of freshly baked pies filled our nostrils. We approached the counter, we appeared to be the only patrons; it was, after all, almost two o'clock.

"What does a girl have to do to get service around here?" I shouted.

From inside the kitchen we heard a voice.

"Keep your panties on, I'll be right out." 

Then a woman dressed in overalls and a baseball cap walked out of the kitchen, she was carrying two freshly baked pies in one hand... which she almost dropped when she recognized me.

"Gail, how the hell are you, little one?"

She was one of the few women who could call me that. She stood six and a half feet tall and weighed close to three hundred pounds. It was said that at one time she was one of the strongest women in the world. That was a long time ago; now she was just huge. She came up to me, put me into a bear hug and squeezed, lifting me completely off my feet.

She put me back down. When I could finally breathe again I said,

"It's good to see you, too. How you doing?"

"I'm doing OK for an old lady."

Then she spotted Billy. After a questioning look, she smiled and stuck out her hand.

"Billy this is Alice; Alice this is Billy. Alice has been like a mother to me ever since my Dad introduced us."

"I'm pleased to meet you Billy; any friend of Gail's is a friend of mine."

Alice took Billy's hand; it looked lost as she gently shook it. I think Billy was just grateful that he got his hand back in one piece.

"What can I get for you?"

"Billy, you like meat loaf?" I asked.

He nodded his head.

"Good. We'll take two meat loaf sandwiches and two sides of mashed potatoes with gravy. Billy, you haven't lived until you've tasted her meat loaf and gravy."

We sat down at a booth while Alice went to get our food. "Alice was passing through here with the circus back in the Sixties; she was the circus 'strong man'. After the performance one evening, a man came up to her and asked her to go out with him. She fell head over heels in love with him. He was the owner of this diner. She quit the circus and stayed here with him. When he died about ten years ago, she took over running the place."

Alice came back out of the kitchen with their meals. The sandwich consisted of a long hero roll, with a slice of meatloaf about three inches thick, and gravy dripping down both sides. A huge scoop of mashed potatoes was served on the side with a pond of gravy in the center. 

"A meal fit for a king." 

"Gail, how do you stay so slim after eating all this?" Billy laughed.

Alice gave him his answer. "It's because of all the muscle she has. By working out like she does, her body burns off about twice the amount of calories that an average woman would."

"Well, if I keep eating like this, I'm not going to fit into my clothes soon." 

"Don't worry about that; Billy, I'm sure Gail will figure out how to get you to burn off what you eat."

I almost chocked on what I had in my mouth. Alice just smiled and winked and went back to the kitchen.

"Gail, this is fantastic. You may have to carry me back to the truck."

"I can handle that."

We finished up and said our goodbyes to Alice.

When we got outside the door, I scooped him off his feet and carried him out to the truck. 

"Hey, I was only kidding before,' Billy said with a laugh.

"I know, but I couldn't resist."

Chapter 8

Kirkwood, Missouri was our next and final stop for the day. We would be traveling about 270 miles in little under four and a half hours. I had a lot on my mind and the long drive would allow me time to sort it all out. Here I was, driving cross-country, with an eighteen year-old boy. A young man almost ten years younger than me, and yet I was beginning to have feelings for him. He was nothing like anyone I'd ever met before. He was sweet, kind, gentle and exceptionally smart. Naïve to the ways of the real world, his life had been centered on school. 

But who was I; a social outcast, a female trucker with no friends, just acquaintances. I was a woman in a man's body, doing a predominantly man's job, and I was doing it by choice. When I had first started out with my father, I had dreams of meeting a strong dominant man, who would sweep me off my feet; someone to be in charge. After five years on my own, making my own choices, living my life the way I wanted to, that man was no longer the man of my dreams. Now I dreamed of meeting someone who was not intimidated by my strength, but accepted it; someone who could deal with me being in charge, making decisions, giving me his opinions and not orders.

I looked over at Billy and thought, 'Could you be that type of man? I know you are aroused by my physical strength, but could you deal with me being the one in charge of our lives. You're only eighteen; could you fall in love with an older woman like me? Maybe, maybe not, but I think at the very least we could help each other experience the physical side of love. I really want to be with a man, experience the feelings of making love to someone for the first time, knowing that person is experiencing the same feelings for the first time as well. Could I seduce him? Would that be even necessary; after all he's a teenage virgin; or would he be repulsed at the thought of being with me? Maybe I should just ask him?'

All these thoughts were going through my head as we headed down the Interstate. Finally, I couldn't hold it in any more.

"Billy, could I ask you a question?

"Sure, Gail, anything."

"Billy, could you; I mean would you; I mean, ...

"Gail, just let it out."

"Billy, would you like to make love to me?"

He sat there, in silence, with a stunned look on his face. 'I blew it; he doesn't like me.'

"Gail, I don't know what to say. I've been sitting here fantasying about you for the last two days, knowing that you are a mature woman and I'm just a teenager. I never dreamed that you would actually want a little guy like me. I pictured you with a football player or a huge bodybuilder. How could I ever hope to compete with someone like that?"

"You wouldn't have to. That's not the kind of man I want. I need someone like you; someone tender and sweet; someone who could be gentle and kind."

"But, I'm a virgin. I've never done it before."

"Neither have I; we would be sharing all new feelings together."

"Gail, if you're sure; then my answer is yes, I would love to make love with you more than anything else in the world."

We sat in silence for a few miles.

"Where, Gail, in the back of the cab?"

"No, I want this to be special for the both of us. When we reach Kirkwood, there's a Quality Inn motel where I can park the truck and we can get a room for the night. There's even a fast food place next door for a quick bite to eat before we retire for the evening."

"That sounds perfect."

"Not perfect, but it will have to do."

"Gail, what about protection?"

"You're so sweet for asking, I've been on the pill since I started out driving with my father. My period was always erratic and I needed to stabilize it for the long hauls we were doing, so he got me to a doctor who prescribed the pill for me."

I think I drove just a little faster than normal after that. I was also planning just how I was going to make this special for the both of us.

We reached the town of Kirkwood at just about seven o'clock in the evening. I pulled off the Interstate and into the diesel stop. I filled both tanks and did a quick safety check of the truck, then went inside to pay. I drove about a mile up the road and parked the truck in the back parking lot of the motel. We got down from the cab, walked across the lot and into the lobby of the motel. I'm not sure what the guy at the desk was thinking when I asked for a room. He looked me up and down, then Billy, and then back to me. I gave him my credit card saying,




Daddy's Little Girl Pt. 01



"We'll be checking out early tomorrow morning, about 5:30, will the breakfast room be open?"

"Not for breakfast; but there will be coffee available by 5:00."

"OK that will do. Please charge the room to my card. We won't be making any additional charges to the room."

With a smile, he ran my card and handed me the slip and the key.

"Room 152 around the back, first floor; have a good night."

Billy surprised me replying, "We plan to."

We walked out arm in arm, laughing.

We crossed the parking lot, and walked next door to the Arby's. It wasn't gourmet food, but it was hot, tasty and the place was clean. Neither of us really wanted to linger over a big meal. We finished quickly and left, walking back to the truck.

"Get your bag and head over to the room," I said. "Grab yourself a hot shower; I want that body of yours nice and clean. I'm going to stay here and do my work out, then I'll take a shower as well."

I leaned over and gave him a kiss.

I worked out hard, with a definite purpose in mind. I wanted to have my muscles pumped to their maximum when I got out of the shower and walked into the room. I worked out for about an hour, then grabbed my bag out of the truck and walked over to room 152. I knocked on the door. After checking that it was me, Billy opened the door. He was in his boxers; he was obviously watching the television from the comfort of the bed.

"Give me about twenty minutes to shower and freshen up. I'll make sure you won't regret the waiting."

I took a quick shower; making sure that all my parts were clean. I also shaved my legs, armpits and my pussy, which I do on a regular basis. All the time I was thinking, 'I'm really going to do this.'

Then after one last look in the mirror, I opened the door and walked into the room, naked. I went directly to the television and shut it off. I turned and stood at the foot of the bed with my hands on my hips and my muscles flexed.

"Well, was it worth the wait?"

"My god, you're magnificent," Billy said, his cock already straining to be released from his shorts.

I crawled up onto the bed, like a big cat on the hunt. 

"These have got to go."

I grabbed his boxers and tugged them off his body. His cock, slapped his stomach after it was freed. Now it was my turn to be awed. His cock was beautiful; about seven inches in length and an inch and a half in diameter. The head was large and was already damp with precum. I watched as it twitched with every beat of his heart. On his practically petite body, it looked almost obscene. I was having second thoughts, could I handle something that big?

"Gail, lie down and relax."

I did as he asked; for right now at least he was the master and I was the student. He kissed me, gently at first, his hands lightly touching my face; then he moved down to my neck. I could feel his lips nibbling on my skin. I was already feeling my pussy tingle with desire for this young man. He moved over me and began to lick around my nipples, first one then the other. A low moan escaped my lips.

"Billy that's wonderful, don't stop."

I felt his teeth, ever so gently, biting my nipple. I stiffened as the warmth of a small orgasm slowly moved up my body. He paused for a few moments, and then continued down my body, until he was kneeling between my legs. He began to rub the outside of my pussy, gently at first, then increasing the pressure, carefully avoiding my clitoris. He leaned forward and began to blow on my extended clit. The pleasure was almost more than I could take.

'He's not going to... he is! Oh, you wonderful man.'

Billy began to lick, first my outer lips, then parting them slightly, he ran his tongue up my entire inner pussy. He still hadn't touched my clit, yet my pussy was leaking juices steadily at this point. He circled my clit with his tongue; now I was panting. When he sucked it into his mouth, I lost it.

"Oh god, Billy, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," I screamed!

My ass left the bed, as I grabbed the back of his head and tried to pull him into my body. I shook as spasms of joy rocketed throughout my body. I saw bright lights, and then everything went black. When I awoke, Billy was laying next to me, a look of concern on his face.

"Gail, are you all right? I was so worried when you went limp and unresponsive."

"I am so much better than all right; that was the most intense pleasure I have ever felt."

I grabbed him by the back of his head and kissed him hard, my tongue invading his mouth.

"Now it's my turn. I want to see and learn everything."

I pulled him over onto his back and began to kiss his neck and his hairless chest. I took his nipple between my lips, gently biting it. His moan of pleasure was music to my ears. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock. It was hot and hard, yet soft to the touch. Instinct made me start moving my hand up and down. I moved lower to get a better look at it. The head was turning a darker shade of red and was expanding slightly. Leaning over, I licked the top of the head, getting another moan for my efforts. I had heard of blow-jobs before, how the guys all seemed to want one. So I opened my mouth and took him in. I licked around and around the head as I slowly raised and lowered my mouth along his length.

"Gail, please, I can't hold out any longer, let me out."

I was enjoying the feeling of his cock in my mouth and the knowledge that I was giving him such intense pleasure, that instead of letting it out of my mouth, I took as much of it into my mouth as I could until I felt the head at the back of my throat. 

"I'm cumming, yes, oh my god!"

I felt him arch off the bed, his cock began to pulsate and spurt after spurt of his cum filled my mouth and went down my throat. When he finally stopped I sucked out the last of his cum and after cleaning him, I moved back up the bed, and lay next to him.

I looked into his eyes. "Did I do it right?"

"Yes, that was heavenly. Give me a couple of minutes, we'll try something new."

We held each other, his hands gently rubbing my back and over my ass. Soon I felt his cock stirring back to life. He gently, but firmly, pushed me onto my back and got between my parted legs. He began to rub his cock up and down the length of my pussy. I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensations I was feeling, my breathing and heartbeat increasing in frequency.

"This may hurt a bit," he whispered.

"I don't care, please do it now, I need you in me now."

I felt his hips elevate slightly, the head of his cock nestled at the entrance, then he slowly, but steadily, pushed his cock into me. There was no pain, just a feeling of fullness and sense of intense pleasure. 

"Are you OK?"

"MMMMMMM."

He smiled down at me and began to slowly move his hips up and down. We got into a comfortable rhythm. Soon, I could feel my next orgasm building. It hit me suddenly, with the impact of a semi at full speed and I nearly bucked him completely off me. My pussy clenched tightly to his cock, never wanting for that wonderful feeling to end. His movements increased with intensity, as if he was trying to pound me through the mattress. Then he stiffened and I felt him erupt inside of me, causing another wave of pleasure to flow throughout my body. He collapsed on top of me and I held him tightly to my chest as we slowly came back down to earth.

"Wow," was all I could say."Are you sure you never did that before?"

"I guess all that reading really sunk in. Who said book learning is a waste of time."

I held him in me as long as I could, but finally he pulled his well-worn cock out of my pussy. I felt empty, but momentarily sated. Reluctantly, I got up out of bed and walked to the bathroom. When I returned, I found Billy on his back with his eyes closed. I crawled into bed next to him, threw my arm over him and pulled him in close to me. Sometime during the night, Bill must have gotten out of bed because when I woke up at 5:00 I was on my side with him clinging to my back. It felt so right; I didn't want to get up; but knew if I didn't we'd stay like that for hours.

"Good morning, sleepyhead, time to rise and shine."

"No, not yet, come back to bed."

"No, we have a schedule to keep. We have to go."

I pulled off the sheet, grabbed him under the arms and before he knew what was happening I threw him over my shoulder and headed for the shower. We spent a half an hour in the shower, cleaning off the aftermath of the previous night's love making, only to become aroused for a quickie against the shower wall, and had to start all over again. 

We made it to the breakfast room by 6:00, grabbed a container of coffee to go and headed out to the truck. We were on our way again, headed for St Louis by 6:15.

Chapter 9

When I told Bill that we were going to be crossing the Mississippi River in less than fifteen minutes, he got all excited.

"What's it look like? It must be awesome."

"No, not really, it just looks like any other river; not really a big deal."

I remember the first trip I made with my Dad. I was just as excited as Bill was now. I had studied the mighty Mississippi in school, seen pictures showing this huge body of water, at some places close to a mile wide. I was so disappointed when we actually crossed over it. The river appeared to be less than fifty yards wide, where we crossed was in the middle of a major intersection of highways. What was more interesting was that we were just outside of Busch Stadium, the home of the Cardinals, and if we looked north we could see the Gateway Arch.

When we got there and I told him this was it; he had the same reaction that I had had when I did my first crossing. 

"That's it?"

"That's it."

I brought the rig up to speed and headed onto Interstate 70; next stop Terre Haute, Indiana. We'd be having breakfast in about three hours.

The atmosphere in the truck was different somehow. The sexual tension between us was gone. We had satisfied our immediate needs and desires, now, more than ever before, we could relax and enjoy each other's company. 

We'd traveled about an hour, commenting on the lack of scenery and the traffic, when I could tell that there was something on Bill's mind. I sat there, dreading what he was thinking, making up scenarios in my head.

"Gail, about last night..."

'Here it comes,' I thought, 'he's going to dump me before we ever really dated.'

"That was the greatest night of my life. I really, really like you a lot. I've never met anyone like you. I know you're older than me, much more mature and worldly, and you must think of me as a kid. But I'm mature beyond my years and I know I have a great future ahead of me."

All this came out in a rush. Then, "Would you consider going out with me?" 

I almost drove the truck off the side of the road. This was something I hadn't considered, not yet at any rate.

"Bill, I don't consider you a kid anymore. Last night was very special for me too. Let's take this one step at a time. Our age difference is one thing. It's the fact that we come from two completely different worlds that bothers me more. You're right, you have your whole life ahead of you and I believe you're destined to do great things. I'm a trucker; it's all I've ever known, and I love it. You also have an unsolved problem back in Arizona, which we still have to handle. I'm not saying no; but we have a lot to consider before we commit to each other."

I could tell that he was disappointed, it must have taken a lot for him to build up the courage to ask; I just knew we needed more time.

We rode in silence for the rest of the distance to Terre Haute. Each of us thinking to ourselves; Bill, I'm sure, of ways we could make it work; me thinking of all the obstacles against us.

I pulled into the truck stop, parked and looked over at Bill. He gave me that cute little smile of his and said,

"Come on, let's go eat; I'm staved."

We climbed down from the cab, and walked -- my arm over his shoulder, his around my waist -- to the diner. Over plates of steak and eggs we continued our discussion of our futures, not coming to any conclusions, but not ruling anything out either. One thing was sure however, I really wanted to have company on my return trip to Arizona.

During the walk back to the truck after breakfast, I noted that, although it was only about 9:30, it was really getting hot and humid.

"Today is going to be a bad one; we're going to be getting the three H's; hazy, hot and humid."

"I was thinking the same thing. Man, how do these people stand it out here? I can't wait to get back to the Valley."

I thought to myself, how funny that would sound to someone who lives here; back home the temperature was probably in excess of one hundred and twelve degrees; with the bright Arizona sun baking everything in sight. The thing that most people don't realize is that because it's so dry out there, even though the temperature is extremely high, as long as you stay out of the sun, the heat does not feel oppressive. 

I started up, set the air conditioning on high, and pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the Interstate; next stop Springfield, Ohio. About half way there, Bill turned completely around and crawled into the sleeping berth.

"Bill, are you feeling OK, what's wrong?"

He stuck his head back out of the curtain and with a mischievous grin said,

"Oh, nothing is wrong, I was just curious to see exactly how much room there actually is back here."

"And your determination is?" I put on a high-falutin voice.

"There's more than enough room for our needs."

I laughed and gave him a punch in the arm as he returned to his seat.

"Getting a little too sure of yourself, aren't you? I'm beginning to feel a little taken for granted."

He looked over at me with a concerned expression on his face. I let him off the hook a few moments later when I broke out in a hearty laugh.

"Gotcha."

But he did get me thinking about our final stop of the day, Somerset, Pennsylvania; and the more I thought about it, the hornier I got. That little devil, he was really getting to me.

Chapter 10

We had a light lunch in Springfield, made the required pit stop, and then headed out to on the next leg of the trip. Most of Ohio is flat, boring countryside driving. They also have a fifty-five mile per hour speed restriction on trucks, so we kept the CB tuned to channel 19 listening for other truckers' warnings of radar traps. Eventually we made our way through Ohio and crossed into West Virginia just below Wheeling. If you sneezed at this point you missed West Virginia and found yourself in Pennsylvania. We had about a hundred more miles to Somerset. I figured if the traffic held, we'd get there just after six o'clock. 

I could have looked for a motel, but the thought of making love in the back of the truck was a real turn on. 

I pulled off the Interstate and headed to my usual stopping point. We passed several motels and I could see that Bill was getting that disappointed look on his face.

"Don't worry," I said, "We're just heading to a place called the Pine Hill Grill for a bite to eat."

We parked the truck and entered an old fashioned bar and grill. The decor hadn't changed in fifty years; but the beer was served ice cold and the burgers were the best around. We each had a burger and fries, I had a beer and Bill had a coke. Bill insisted on paying.

"If you don't let me pay, I'm going to sleep in the cab."

"Suit yourself, but if you do, you're going to miss out on all of this."

With that, when I saw that no one was looking our way, I stood up, placed my hands behind my head and flexed, expanding my chest to its maximum.

I looked at the shocked expression on his face and the growing bulge in his pants, laughed, and walked out leaving him with the check.

"I'm going to get you for that," he said when he finally climbed back into the truck.

"I'm counting on it."

We turned around and headed past the entrance to the Turnpike and proceeded down to the end of the road. There were about fifteen other trucks parked in a lot off to one side of the road. They belonged to a local trucking company. I pulled our truck into the lot, did a big circle and pulled back on to the street. I backed up until I ran out of road, shut the truck down, looked over at Bill and said,

"Here's where we spend the night."

"We're OK here?"

"Sure, I always stop here for the night. No one ever comes down this road other than other truckers. Everyone assumes that our truck belongs to the company, they never hassle me."

We climbed down from the cab, opened up the outer door for the sleeper and the other air vent. "

"The night air will cool down the sleeper."

We sat on the running board, just talking and looking up at the sky as the sun slowly sank behind the mountains. Soon the stars began to appear. By nine o'clock it was pitch dark. I stood up and began to remove my boots.

"I don't know about you, but I'm going to turn in."

I peeled off my jeans and shirt and stood in front of him.

"Well, are you going to join me or what?"

I climbed into the sleeper and stored away my clothes.

Bill was right behind me, dressed only in his boxers.

"You're still over dressed."

I stripped off my panties and pushed him down onto his back as I yanked off his boxers.

I threw my leg over his body and sat up; my head just cleared the storage bins above the bunk. I pulled his arms over his head and rubbed my pussy over his erection, whispering into his ear.

"Now what were you saying before... oh yea, now I remember, it was something about getting me or giving it to me, wasn't it?"

I lifted my hips just enough to allow his cock to part my lips, then wiggled my way down his cock.

"Mmmm; I've been looking forward to this all day."

I started riding that wonderful cock of his, pulling up almost to the point of losing it, then sinking all the way back down. I leaned over and teased his lips with my tits, first one then the other. There was no doubt as to who was in charge here. When I felt his hips begin to push off the bed; I sat down hard, and squeezed him tightly with my internal muscles.

"No Bill, you can't cum yet, not before me."

When I felt his crisis had passed, I started again. The power that I had over him was intoxicating, and soon I felt a series of orgasms rip through my body.

I held him off once again. I looked down at him, his eyes imploring me to let him cum. I lifted my hips and gave him some maneuvering room. 

"OK Bill, now you can cum."

With that I felt his hips practically leap off the bed as plowed up into me again and again.

With a series of grunts and gasps, he exploded. His arms flew up around my neck and he held himself against me until he collapsed back onto the bed.

"I guess I showed you, my beautiful Amazon," he said with a chuckle.

"Bill, the night is still young."

With a little bit of an effort, I managed to maneuver myself until I could take his deflated cock into my mouth. My intent was just to clean him, but I soon felt him coming back to life. He pulled on my leg until I got the message and lifted it over his shoulder so we were in a sixty-nine position. I felt his tongue part my lips and bury itself deep within me. I'm sure he was getting a mouth full of my juices mixed with his cum. He showed no signs of letting up and soon we were both on the verge of cumming again. 

I screamed around his cock as I felt him latch onto my clit and suck for all he was worth. I ground my pussy all over his face; my hips rocked back and forth as I came. My actions set him off; I felt his cum pulse up through his cock and down my throat. Finally, when I could not stand it any longer I released his cock and fell off of him, panting for breath. 

This time he crawled around to face me. I laughed when I saw how wet his face was.




Daddy's Little Girl



"Daddy?" Ashley asked.

"Yes honey?" I said.

"Last one in the pool has to clean the grill!" She yelled as she ran across the patio and jumped into the pool with a big splash before I could even get out of my lounger. 

"Cheater!" I yelled as I ran to the pool and did a cannon ball that landed just a few feet from Ashley making sure to splash her. 

Ashley and I splashed around and swam together for about an hour or two before we got tired and decided to relax in the hot tub for a while. Ashley and I both sighed as we lowered ourselves in to the hot water. Once we got settled in the water, we started talking.

"So, what are your plans for your prom sweetheart?" I asked.

"I dunno Daddy. A couple of guys have asked me, but I might just go solo," Ashley replied.

"Why's that?" I asked, curious as to why she would want to go alone if someone had asked her to go with him.

"Well the majority of the guys think they'll get lucky because its prom, and I just don't want that," She explained.

"That's cool honey," I replied with a smile.

Ashley smiled back and we talked about a few other things for a while before we just sat back and relaxed in silence. I had my head back and my eyes closed when I heard Ashley gasp softly. I opened my eyes and turned my heard so I could look at her and noticed that she was squirming around in her seat quite a bit with her eyes were closed. 

"Are you ok sweetie?" I asked softly.

Ashley's eyes shot open as she gasped. Apparently she had forgotten I was there. "I-I'm fine Daddy. The water just feels so good. That's all," She answered between shallow breaths. 

As I watched her, I noticed Ashley's pelvis slowly lifting off her seat until it broke the surface of the water and she gasped again, only louder this time.

"Ohhh," Ashley moaned softly.

"Ashley?" I said softly. I felt like I was in some kind of trance or something. Here was my daughter in our hot tub with me, obviously using the water jets to get herself off.

"Oh God! I'm sorry Daddy it just feels so good that I can't stop," Ashley said breathlessly. 

I didn't know what to say, I just sat there slack jawed and in shock. My body seemed to have a mind of its own because I could feel my cock getting hard.

"Oh God! Oh Daddy! It's happening, I'm gonna cum!" Ashley panted.

My eyes popped out of my head for the second time today as I heard those words. My little girl was about to get off right in front of me. Me, her own father! 

"Oh Yes! O-o-o-h-h!" Ashley stuttered as her orgasm washed through her trembling body. 

I watched as Ashley's body trembled and convulsed with her pleasure only a few feet in front of me. When it was over, her body slowly sank back down into her seat and Ashley was panting softly. 

"I can't believe you just did that in front of me!" I said in a mixed tone of outrage and disgust I wasn't really sure I was feeling as I got out of the hot tub. I stalked through the house to my bedroom, fully aware that there was a large tent bulging from the front of my swim trunks. 

"Daddy I..." Ashley called to my retreating back. It broke my heart as I heard her start crying. "I-I-I'm sorry," She whispered through her tears when I was out of earshot. 





Daddy's Little Girl



The squeaking of the bed wasn't the only sound in the room. You could also hear Beth moaning and the unmistakable sound of wetness as my cock plunged into her tight young pussy. Beth moaned louder and louder but I didn't care because I was finally fucking my 18-year-old daughter, but I need to start at the beginning. 

Beth had been a cock tease since her tits began to swell while in eighth grade. The boys couldn't stay away from her and she knew why. Older boys all the way up to 18 would stare at her everywhere she went. As she continued to grow up and out, she refined how she dressed, gradually changing from the subdued dress of a eighth grader to what would easily be considered a slut or whore by the time she was a senior in high school. It seemed as her tits grew her sweaters and tops didn't. They continued to get tighter and lower cut as her breasts grew and grew until they finally stopped swelling at a D cup. Her body continued to mature also, her legs grew long and lean and because to her love of running, and her ass became tight and firm. She tanned almost daily and I was sure that she didn't have a single tan line underneath whatever tight and revealing she wore. 

Her mother and I divorced when she was just in eighth grade; maybe that explains why she changed. We had always been close and I knew that she was very upset at her mother and I for getting divorced. I moved twenty miles away, close enough for Beth to talk anytime she wanted but far enough to get away from my frigid wife. My wife had never wanted sex as much as I, she was happy once a year under the Christmas tree, not near enough for me. I wanted sex often and always. I cheated on her, she never knew, I just loved pussy and always had a fetish for big tits. That is the one thing that I could never figure out, my ex had only a small B cup rack, just barely over an A cup but Beth was truly blessed with her big firm tits. I know they are firm because I did have the joy of seeing them more then once when she sunned herself at my place by my pool. The pool I had built for my own amusement, I found it a good way to pick up women and once they were in their bathing suits their inhibitions seemed much lower and sex was easy then. Beth spent a lot of time at my house during the summer, swimming and tanning. It wasn't very often that Beth didn't stop by to swim and tan and I saw first hand how big she was growing. 

It was the summer of her senior year, she was 18 and was wearing a D cup and her tops were tight and slight. I could easily see her nipples poking through the thin material of her bikini top, and she didn't seem to care. She would bring friends by, some girls but mostly boys, or maybe I should say young men. She never admitted it but I knew that some of them were a lot older. I would find beer cans later in the evening and knew she was drinking and that they were buying the beer. I never said anything, I figured that it was better for her to drink here then somewhere else and have to drive afterwards. I also figured that I would get more attention from her by allowing her to do this, something that I was sure her mother frowned upon. Beth figured this out quickly and knew how to play me, she had a certain look and knew how to hug me, pressing her tits tight against me, to get whatever she wanted or when she pushed the envelope and knew I was mad at her. 

It was at the end of summer when I returned home earlier then normal and found the usual beer cans littering the pool deck and something else, the thing that concerned me was what I found in the ashtray. There in the ashtray laid 2 roaches and a half smoked joint. I looked around and picked up the joint, lit it and took a drag, feeling relaxed almost immediately. I was impressed that at least her male friends had good taste and bought high quality weed. I took another draw and held it in as long as possible, before letting it out slowly. I snuffed the lit tip out and placed the joint in my pocket to use again later. I walked toward the house and noticed a familiar car in the drive, my wife's brother, Jack's car I thought to myself as I walked in the back door; Beth must have had to borrow it. I heard music coming from Beth's room and walked down the hall to say hi to her. I stopped in my tracks when I heard her moaning and him commenting on her oral skills. I didn't know what to do, throw the door open, leave or stay and get some good jack off fantasy material. I quickly chose the later; after all I hadn't been laid in over three months

I stood outside the door and listened as Beth's uncle continued to talk about her oral skills. 

"Damn girl, you can sure suck a cock," He said.

"Easy girl, I don't want to cum too fast." Jack said.

Beth finally stopped sucking her uncle's cock and spoke, "Well you know what good marijuana does to me, makes me horny as hell!"

"I know baby girl, does the same thing to your mom, that's how I got to fuck her the first time." Jack said.

"And that's how you got me to suck you the first time, you know how horny I am usually and the weed just makes me want any cock, even your little one." She laughed. 

"You better watch it," he hissed, "or I will fuck your little pussy weather you want me to or not."

"Not unless you want to spend some time behind bars, it is weird enough that I suck your cock," Beth replied. 

"Fine, fine, just please let me cum on your tits," Jack begged, "That's all I want is to shoot all over those big tits of yours."

"Ok fine Uncle Jack, you can cream my tits again, but don't forget the other part of the arrangement, the money!" 

"Don't worry Beth I have it with me, the $200 you said, just let me do what I want to your tits."

"That's good Jack, now get over here and titty fuck me before Dad gets home," Beth added, "I don't want him knowing that I suck you for cash." 

"No problem, just squeeze your tits tight around my cock and I will shoot in no time." Jack said. 

Now I sure didn't want him enjoying this so I thought to myself what to do. I quietly moved back to the door and got outside quietly, I then noisily opened the door and shouted, "Beth I'm home, I'm heading out to the pool first, come out and talk to me." I then quickly moved around the corner and watched as barely a minute later Jack came rushing out and quickly drove away, thinking I hadn't seen his car. I sat in a pool chair and waited for Beth to come out and join me. Ten minutes later Beth appeared around the corner and was wearing her skimpiest bikini, carrying a towel and a beer for me. She handed me the beer and jumped in the pool, playing it cool the entire time. 

I finally spoke, "So what's this in the ashtray little girl?"

Beth swam over and shrugged her shoulders. 

"I don't mind your drinking here, but this is a little too much." I said, again pointing to the ashtray.

"Chill out Dad, it's only a little weed, you never smoked it in your younger years?" she asked, beginning to give me her ashamed look. 

I stood my ground and tried to look as displeased as I could, Beth finally got out of the pool, her nipples visible through her wet top and walked over to me. It was obvious to me that she was trying to do to me what she was doing to her uncle as she bent over deeply and showed as much cleavage as possible. She neared me and reached out for a hug, but I responded by reaching into my pocket and pulled out the unused joint.

"Maybe we should try a little now, what do you think?" I asked her, wondering if she would have the nerve to take a toke. 

Beth stood back up and rubbed her nipples against me doing so. "Well as long as you don't get freaked out by it, I guess we can share a little smoke."

I lit the joint and took a long drag then passed it to my daughter. Beth reached out and took the joint from me and took a long drag herself. We both exhaled slowly, savoring the feeling and relaxation. Beth shivered and I knew it was time to head inside. The evening was becoming chilly and Beth was in her wet bikini. I stood up and took Beth's hand and led her to the house. 

Once inside I closed and locked the door quietly, not wanting her to know. Beth walked into the living room and sat on the couch, wrapped in the towel. I sat in my favorite chair and took another toke of the joint; I was beginning to get pretty buzzed and wanted a higher high. I inhaled deeply and again offered the joint to my daughter, she reached out for it and dropped the towel from around her, her nipples were like hard as rocks, from the wetness of her suit and the coolness of the house. Beth again took a long drag from the joint before laying it down in the ashtray. 

"Well Dad I need to change before I catch cold." Beth said, feeling my stare on her tits and body. 

"Ok," I told her, "don't make me sit here by myself."

Beth got up and slowly walked back to her bedroom, I swear she grabbed at her nipples before walking into her room and closing the door. I stayed sitting for several minutes trying to rationalize what was happening. My ex-wife and daughter were both having sex with Jack. To make matters worse I now knew Beth was charging Jack to cum on her tits and I didn't know what else they had done. Finally gathering my energy I knew what I had to do, I got up and walked down the hall to my daughter's room. I stopped at the door, trying to decide if I really wanted to follow through on my fantasy. I reached my decision when I slowly pushed open the door and found Beth asleep on top of the covers, naked. The sight of her in all her glory was almost more then I could stand. Her tits were firm and unyielding, her legs tan and tone and her pussy was shaved almost bare, only a strip of neatly trimmed hair remained at the top, mohawk style. 

I moved into the room and stripped down, my 8-inch cock standing proud in front of me. I slowly walked around the room enjoying the view of my daughter from all angles. I finally got on the bed, trying not to wake her and moved behind her, my cock almost touching her. Beth moaned slightly but didn't wake. I took my hand and began to rub her pussy lips. They were framed wonderfully between her toned thighs as she slept in the prenatal position with her knees pulled up toward her chest. Beth again moaned but again didn't wake. Her pussy responded by beginning to wet and soon I was sliding my finger between her full pussy lips. Precum ozzed from my cock and I began to rub harder on my daughter's pussy, my finger coming teasingly close to her honey hole. Beth moaned again but again didn't wake so I took my attack one step further. I straightened my finger and applied a little pressure and soon my finger disappeared into her pussy. Beth was so wet that my finger moved easily and deeply into her. I continued to finger my daughter and soon I was finger fucking her quite fast and hard. My cock then took over and I moved higher on the bed and removed my finger from her wet snatch. I held my cock at her pussy and slowly slid my cock into her. I fucked her with slow strokes but soon my desire began to show and I picked up speed. 

Beth moaned and I guess the shaking of the bed woke her, "What's going on?" she asked, before realizing what was happening. 

"Easy baby, just lie there and enjoy." I said gruffly.

"Daddy??" she responded, "No you have to stop this isn't right." She protested.

"Well if your tits are good enough for your uncle then your pussy is mine." I replied.

Beth tried to pull away from me but I could tell from how her pussy tightened around my cock that she loved it. I continued to pound at her and was thrusting deeply into her. Beth finally relaxed and began to enjoy my fucking her. She moaned more and begged me to fuck her hard. I was more then ready and fucked at her with short hard strokes. It was then that her pussy contracted around my cock and I knew she was climaxing. Beth began to make guttural sounds as she came and her pussy became tighter and tighter. I continued to stroke deeply into her and finally felt my load rising, with one final thrust my cock exploded in her pussy and filled her cunt with cream. I moaned loudly in orgasm as Beth's pussy milked my cock for every drop of cum, finally spent, we broke our embrace. 

After ten minutes Beth asked, "How long have you know about Jack and I?"

Sheepishly I responded, "Just since today, I came home early and heard you sucking him. I need to have you suck me sometime, he sure seemed to enjoy himself."

"Well as long as we keep it between ourselves I guess that wont hurt anything." Beth whispered, adding, "Your cock makes him look so small and immature."

Thirty minutes later I got to experience Beth's oral skills and then I moved to fuck her doggy style, but that is where the story began.



Daddy's Little Girl



It was a cold, fall evening. David and I had been sitting around the fire place, chatting about work, our friends, and recent idiots we'd encountered. "I love your smile," he would whisper to me, gently pulling me into a warm embrace. I practically purred in delight from this contact, though he'd done it several times before. David stroked my hair and kissed my forehead, I loved how he was so gentle. My eyes slightly widened as his hand started to trail down my leg.

I shivered a little and planted soft kisses at his neck, moaning softly. "Take me, David. I want you.." I whispered, saying the first thing that came to mind. David smiled and removed his hand from my leg, cupping my chin with it. I whimpered softly at the loss of his touch, but was silenced with a soft, but dominant kiss. I moaned against him softly, rubbing my tongue against his soft, lower lip. I wanted him so badly...

But he only smiled as he pulled away from our kiss. Wrapping an arm around me, he closed his eyes. It was obvious something important was on his mind. He loved to tease me, but never this much...It made me curious, but oddly excited. "Daddy please, I'm begging.." I whimpered, then brought a neatly manicured hand to my lips. "Ooops." Was all I could murmur behind my blush.

"So I'm Daddy now, hmm? I could live with that." He chuckled, kissing at my neck gently. All I could do was nod, for my words seemed to be held back with a barier of embarrassment. "I bet you want to serve Daddy, dont you?" He whispered in my ear seductively. My eyes widened a little, silently questioning him, but I nodded. I did, I loved to serve men. And honestly, I thought he would never ask! 

"Well, Daddy will gladly fuck you honey, but first you have to prove how loyal you are to him." He said to me, a sly grin on his face. Huh! So this is what he'd been planning. I squirmed a little, and I imagine it looked like I was nervous, but it was really because my panties were getting secretly soaked. I only nodded, resting my hand on his thigh gently.

"What do I have to do, Daddy?" I asked softly, my eyes wide with emerald green innocence. David grinned, and took me into his arms, kissing me with passion, lust and excitement. I was a little nervous, but anxious to do whatever he pleased. Would I have to strip for him? Would he tie me to the bed and leave me there? I had no clue, but awaited his first command.

About an hour later, I stood by the front door of his beautiful apartment. I had never realized how huge it was until now. His walls were painted a beautiful beige, a large cherry tree in the middle. David's home had a very Zen feeling. Its hard to explain, but it was just so amazing, it felt as though it would be a crime to mess anything up inside. But anyway, back to the story.

I stood beside the front door, nervously biting at my lower lip. I was dressed in a small shirt two sizes too small, the words "Daddy's girl" written on it. Since he asked me to wear no bra or panties, my breasts were clearly visible through the thin fabric. David also supplied me with an extremely short black skirt (I refused to wear pink) that barely hid my ass. Having no underwear didnt exactly help either...But anything to serve Daddy. But where was he?

I jumped a little as I felt something wrap around my neck from behind. "Shhh...Its alright, precious." I heard David whisper in my ear, which immediately calmed me. With a click, I felt it around my neck. It was soft, almost like a dog collar. Oh wait. It WAS a dog collar. He gently attached a leash to it, which made me nervous all over again. Where were we going? Would people actually see me like this? I swallowed hard as David pulled something black over my eyes. I gasped softly as I realized what it was. Well okay, I didnt know at first and started freaking out because I thought I was blind, but I figured it out.

"Come on, Alexis. Its time to go." David said, gently tugging at my leash. I whimpered softly, but followed cautiously, trying to avoid falling flat on my face. Because my sense of sight was gone, my hearing had enhanced quickly. I could hear the gasps and whispers of women, and the cat calls and equally shocked gasps of men. Now of course, some people were disgusted and couldnt believe that I'd degrade myself to being walked on a leash like some animal. But some people - men mostly - licked their lips as they stared at me. I could practically see their cocks growing erect in their pants as they saw me walk by.

Before I knew it, things got cold. I started to complain, but was greeted with a light slap on my ass from David. "Its alright, precious. We're almost there." He whispered to me, kissing me softly. I nodded a little and shivered, happy when we came to a stop. "Stay right here, and dont go anywhere." He said to me, and I could feel his hand leave my leash. I trembled at the thought of him leaving me alone, for I had no idea where I was. But I trusted David, so I stayed silent and listened closely for any sounds of life.

Distantly, I could hear David's voice, then a few voices of other men. It frightened me, but I kept my whimpering almost silent, afraid that I would upset him again. "Do you like my slut? You can all have blowjobs from her, you know. I'm willing to let her mouth be used. She loves cock, and needs some training." David said to the man or men, I didnt know. There could've been one or one-hundred men staring at me in this cold alley. Sounds of agreeing men met my ears, and I trembled softly, feeling a droplet of my cum drip down my creamy pale leg. 

I gasped as I felt a man's erect cock at my mouth. He grabbed my hair and yanked it upward, as a silent urge to hurry. I slowly opened my mouth, and gagged a little as he shoved his length as far as it could go. He groaned and continued violently fucking my mouth, moving me onto my hands and knees. I could feel another man kneeling behind me. I moaned against the man in my mouth as the one behind me jammed two rough fingers into my cunt. If I hadn't been so wet already, it probably would've hurt, but I was so excited about the thought of David watching me I couldnt help myself!

Then I heard the words "Beautiful whore" and "Such a slut," but the phrase that caught my attention was "Can I fuck her?" My heart felt like it stopped in my chest, when really, it was going about a hundred beats a second. What would David say? He wouldnt really let someone I didnt even know fuck me...Would he?

"Yes. You can fuck my slut." 

I let out a loud cry as I felt a man's long erection shove into my wet pussy. He moaned loudly, putting his hands on my hips, while the other man pounded away at my mouth. Tensing up, the man in my mouth suddenly let out a stream of his hot, creamy cum in my mouth. He pulled out and started spraying his "love" all over my face and hair. I could feel it dripping down the blindfold. I tried to close my mouth as some hit my tongue, but I heard David growl "Open your mouth slut," and thought twice about that decision.

As soon as the man in my mouth was gone, another took his place. His cock was much bigger, and I started to choke on his erection. But he didnt care, he was having a hay-day with my wet, hot mouth. Meanwhile, the man using my cunt tensed up and sprayed his load deep into me. I squirmed a little as I felt it burning inside me. I let out a muffled scream as another man took his place behind me and slid his cock into my ass. I groaned and squirmed, tears begining to slide out from under the blindfold. It hurt so badly, and yet my cunt dripped onto the cold street. My knees bled as I was pulled back and forth from cock to cock that night. You can imagine how relieved I was when I heard David speak from a corner. "Alright. That's enough."

I sobbed into the darkness of my blindfold as they all left, cum dripping from all of my fuckholes. David gently wrapped his arms around me, rocking me softly. "Shhh..There there, its alright precious." He whispered into my ear, which brought my sobbing to a soft sniffling. "You made Daddy very happy, Alexis" He said to me, gently rubbing my back.

"I...I did, Daddy? You're not upset that I'm such a slut?" I asked between tears, tilting my head towards his voice, hoping that somehow I could see him. But I didnt, and gently nuzzled his chest with my head. 

"Yes, my little bitch-in-heat, you made me very proud. Now lets go home, hmm?" He whispered to me, and gently pulled on my collar. When we returned home, David bathed me thouroughly, talking to me about his job and his lazy friend Yancy as he did. When we finished, I cuddled up with him on his bed, each of us with a warm cup of hot cocoa in our hands. I shivered a little, looking down at my bandaged knees. David joined my gaze and smiled, kissing me softly. "So...What're you going to tell your friends?" He inquired playfully.

"I'm going to tell them I was on my hands and knees for three hours sucking and fucking. They'll understand." I joked, and returned his gentle kiss.

"David?" I asked, quietly chewing on a soft marshmallow.

"Yes Alexis?" He replied, looking at me intently, studying my face to see if something was wrong.

"Thank you...For everything." I said, looking up at him with the same innocent, trusting eyes as we'd began with. 

And of course, David only smiled and laughed. "No, thank you precious. Thank you."



Daddy's Little Girl



I walked up the stairs, headed for my office. I hadn't heard my daughter Abigail since I'd entered the house. I was tired and feeling kind of lonely. My daughter was one of bright spots in my life and days when I came home and she wasn't there to hug me after my tough days at work made me feel that way. We'd been alone since she was about 5 or 6. I'd watched her grow into a beautiful and mature 18 year old. A straight A student who spent most of her time cheering or playing piano. I worked at a job where I spent countless hours slaving away for my boss; the owner of the company. I had assumed after be coming a junior partner I would at some point become a partner and now after five years I decided it was never going to happen.

I rounded the corner at the top of the stairs feeling sorry for myself and wondering where my little girl was when I noticed the door to my home office was closed. I approached the door silently to hear soft moans, whimpers, and my daughter pleading for me to help her. I assumed the worse and barged in with my brief case raised above my head prepared to bash someone in the head with it. Instead I find that my daughter is bent over my desk, her fingers stuffed into her cunt as she watched porn on my big flat screen. I did keep my porn in my office so that my daughter wouldn't find it and now here we stood. I watched as she sank to the floor in embarrassment. I hurried over to wrap my arms around my naked daughter. 

"I'm sorry Daddy," she sobbed. 

"It's okay," I said as I waited for her to calm down. My head was spinning as I took it all in; I noticed the porn she was watching. It was one of my favorites, about fathers and daughters. I realized that my daughter was apparently having the same fantasies as I was. As she calmed down, I decided that it wasn't going to be fantasies anymore. I stood up and pulled her with me; I sat in the chair and pulled her into my lap. "Now tell me what's going on," I commanded. 

She looked very nervous and glanced up at me through her hair and eyelashes. Tears started to well up into her big green eyes but she started telling me what was going on.

"Well, I...I have been watching porn and...and..."

"And masturbating," I finished. She nodded. "And what were you fantasizing about," I asked.

She shook her head to say she wasn't going to answer. So I turned her around and placed her on my knees, "Now, I want you to sit there and watch this." I pulled my legs apart so I could see her cunt. I heard her whimper. 

"Have you ever watched this with the volume on?"

She shakily shook her head no. I could see her hands shaking slightly as she sat them on her thighs. I turned the volume up. I watched her blush from her toes up to her ears when she heard the girl on the screen beg her daddy to fuck her. I saw her pussy flood in excitement. I turned it down a little. 

"What were you doing when I walked in?"

"Playing with myself," she whispered. 

"And what were you thinking about?"

"I...I was thinking about..." she began. She stopped.

I leaned forward and placed my hands at her waist, "You were thinking about me fucking you. Weren't you?"

She whimpered, and hung her head. 

"Watch the screen," I commanded; she lifted her head to see the screen. "You were thinking about my cock slamming into your tight little fuck-hole weren't you?"

Her body flushed and her nipples beaded as she listened to me and watched the tiny blond on screen get fucked by her daddy's huge organ. He stuffed her cunt full of cock and pinned her in doggy style so she could take his forceful thrust. I leaned back in the chair and stretched my legs farther apart so she had to grasp my knees and go on tiptoe in order to maintain her balance; doing so thrust her pussy back within reach of my hands. I watched her cunt flush and flood. She looked back at me and whimpered. I could see her need, smell it and almost taste it she was so excited. I waited, and nodded. She took this as her sign and adjusted herself so she could balance and finger herself. I wiggled and she almost fell. She looked back at me.

"That wasn't what the nod was for."

She whimpered and went back to balancing on her toes her hands on my knees; I could feel her hands grip my thighs when she got more excited by what was on screen. I noticed several times this happened when a young girl would be getting fucked in the ass by her Daddy. She also seemed to like when the Dad's on screen would take control and force the little girls to take whatever they choose to give them. I reached out and begin caressing her ass and pussy area; I would let my fingers get very close to her sweet opening but wouldn't touch her. She didn't seem to notice that she tried desperately to get my fingers inside her. Finally she looked back at me with her big puppy dog eyes.

"Go ahead; ask for it like you were before I got in here." 

She shakes her head, still embarrassed.

I stroked my fingers over her soaking cunt. 

"Ohhh, Daddy please help me," she pleads and then whimpers. 

I thrust two fingers inside her shaking body, and feel her begin to quiver. I pull them out and hold them there, "Now what were you fantasizing about before I came into this room to see you fucking your brains out with your scrawny fingers," I growled at her.

"I was thinking about you fucking me," she whispers but then looks back at me, "Please Daddy I need you. I need you to make me cum."

She whimpers as I again stuff my two fingers inside her cunt, I can see that it's stretching her tight hole, and I can feel her riding my fingers working herself towards a powerful orgasm. As she got closer I stuffed my thumb into her tight and apparently virgin asshole. She gasped and began to cum. I pulled my cock out of my pants and thumped her onto the floor she gasped and continue to spasm as I pulled her head up and stuffed my hard dick into her mouth.

"SUCK SLUT." 

She immediately followed this command as I fucked her mouth stuffing my cock down her throat. Her fingers were digging into her pussy at a blinding speed. 

"Get your fingers out of your pussy," I commanded as I fucked my little girls face. She moaned as she extracted her fingers from her hungry hole. The vibrations around my cock as she did this set off the most powerful orgasm I had had in my life. 

"Swallow," I said, "Swallow little one. That's it."

As I finished cumming I noticed I was still hard and my daughter now had cum dripping down her thighs. I scooped her up and pressed her belly back into the desk, I spread her legs as wide as they would go, I could hear the movie and smell my sweetnes of my daughter as I drove my tongue inside of her. I could feel her arch up as though she was attempting to get away but I held her fast. She moan and whimpered as I worked her young body, my tongue swirled and dipped inside her and all around that sweet hole. 

When I could her in her voice she was getting close I would back off and then pick up the speed until she couldn't take it and then I finally let her explode. As she did this I stood up and shoved my cock inside her snatch and began fucking her. I could feel how tight she was as I mercilessly shoved my huge dick inside her; I could feel her stretch as she continued to spasm around me. I continued to pay no attention to her tiny body's reaction to my intrusion as I pounded into her. 

Her tight, young pussy continued to spasm 

for a full five minutes as I fucked her. I reached around and under her to grab her tender nipples. I pulled at them and could feel her getting more and more excited. Her body was very responsive, and it was driving my crazy. As I approached my release I moved one hand to her ass. I began working two fingers into her virgin asshole. She was moaning and whimpering from the stretching of such a tender spot but I continued my joint assault. 

My lust making me insane, I had wanted her for so long and now I had her pinned beneath me. With my other hand I grabbed her hair and pulled her back so I could whisper in her ear, "When I'm done with this sweet pussy of yours I'm going to fuck your ass." 

She groaned and began to cum again, the force and the sucking motion of her tight cunt set me off and I spewed my load into her. She relaxed and continued to cum as she collapsed against the desk. 

"I bet you think its over don't you?"

She nodded.

"Wrong, I said I was going to fuck that ass and I'm going to fuck that ass."

"Daddy, nooo...please."

I saw how your little pussy got excited when you saw the other girls getting fucked in theirs and I felt how you pushed back against my fingers. I'm just going to give you what you want."

She whimpered and acted like she was going to get up and leave, but I grasped her hips and pressed her hard into the desk. I freed one hand to grasp my cock and aim it at her delicate opening. She tensed as I started working my thick dick into her ass. I slapped her ass hard and while she relaxed I shoved the first two inches of my dick inside her. She whimpered and began to try and wiggle away from me, but now that I had my dick in her I could use both hands to hold her. I waited and kept telling her to calm down and it would make things easier.

When she finally did I began to fuck the two inches I had in her slowly, except that each time I slid inside her I stuffed a little more into her tight ass. She groaned, I groaned, the people on screen groaned. I worked us up to another orgasm. I reached around her and began stroking her clit. 

"Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me stuff my fingers in that tight hole? Do you like having your daddy fuck you?"

"Yes, Yes, Yes. Daddy, please? I need you."

At this whimpered plea, I stuffed two fingers inside of her and began finger fucking her while I jammed her ass full of dick. She quickly learned the rhythm and together we worked ourselves to completion. This time afterwards, I collapsed on top of her on the desk. 

"I can't wait until tonight to fuck you again, but for now let's go take a bath." 

We went into the bathroom and I ran the bath as she cleaned up a little. We climbed into the tub and soaked. I gently scrubbed her clean and massaged her. 

"Daddy," she whispered, "I don't think we should have done that. It was a bad thing and I was a bad girl for what I thought and did."

"No, you're not getting out of this. We fucked; we are going to continue to fuck. You're going to love fucking me."

She whimpered and tried to get out of the tub; I pulled her back in. I cuddled her back into my chest. 

"Relax," I said as I began to tease her breast as I massaged her upper body. 

"Daddy, no. Please?"

She was very unsure and shaky when she said this, and so I continued. I sank us down a little lower in the water and instructed her to put her feet on the side of the tub opening her up to me. I started teasing her sweet pussy. 

"Did you like when I did this to you earlier," I asked.

She nodded.

"Do you like the way I'm doing it now?"

Nod. 

"Did you like feeling me buried in your cunt and ass?"

"Daddy," she whimpered.

"Answer me!"

"Yes," she whispered.

"If you ever want to feel that again. Say it LOUDER."

She jumped a little when I yelled, "Yes Daddy, I liked feeling your big cock stuffed inside my virgin cunt and ass."

I slowed my teasing down and then stopped, so I could wash her and get us into the bedroom. We climbed out of the tub and I started kissing her, my tongue sweeping inside her mouth. I walked us into the bedroom and she was back to being nervous, and thinking we shouldn't be doing this. I still walked her to the bed and laid her down she tried to cover herself up. I lay on the bed with her, and ran my hands along her body.

"Relax, sweetie."

We kissed and I parted her thighs. I started to her slightly swollen cunt.

"I loved fucking you earlier. And it made so fucking hard seeing your lips stretched around my dick as I fucked your face and throat. And seeing how wet it made you when I just fucked you; you're going to be such a good girl for me aren't you? I love you, sweetie." I flipped her onto her stomach and pressed my hands into the small of her back. The action forced her hips to tip and present her tight cunt to me. She whimpered. I used one hand to aim my dick at her cunt. "Beg me for it." I could see her juices leaking out of her tight lips. 

"Daddy, please fuck me." 

"Such a good girl," I whispered in her ear. I began fucking her hole slowly. "You like that cunt? You like having Daddy's dick stuffed inside you?" She whimpered. I slapped her ass. "Answer me slut," I commanded.

"Yes, Daddy I love having you fuck me."

I suddenly recalled having seen a vibrator sitting in our bathroom one day and pulled out of her. "Go get your vibrator."

She did and I waited for her to return when she didn't I got up and went down to her room looking for her. She had the door locked. "Abbie, open the door."

"No, Daddy I think we're being very bad." 

I checked the handle and found it locked. I went down the hall after yelling out her, and got the key to the door. I unlocked it, and stormed into her room. She was cowering in a corner. "Get up." She whimpered and stood walking slowly over to me. She was still naked and had the vibrator clutched in her hand. As soon as she got close enough I grabbed her by the back of her head pulling on her hair I lead her to the end of her four poster bed I shoved her over the end of it. My dick was swelling as I heard her whimpers. I snatched the vibrator out of her hand, and looked at it. I turned it on to its highest setting before stuffing it in to her ass in a single thrust. She screamed and I slapped her ass. 

"Next time you'll do what I say won't you?" She nods and I stuff my cock into her tight hole. I began sawing my dick in and out of her. Her toes dangled off the edge of the bed. I grabbed the end of the vibrator and worked it in and out of her as well. Her hands gripped the blanket beneath her and she moaned softly. 

"That's it. I know you like it. Tell Daddy how much you like it. Tell Daddy how much you love being fucked by him."

She whimpers but begins to tell me how good it feels to have me fucking her cunt and ass. How she's been waiting for me to fuck her. I begin fucking her harder, causing her whole body to shake and her teeth to clack together. She moans harder. "Are you going to come little one?" 

"Yes, Daddy your little girl is going to cum all over your cock," she states.

I can feel the orgasm begin deep inside her rippling through her tiny body. She begins groaning and working herself up and down my cock as her body begins to orgasm. I feel her cunt rippling around my cock and I began spraying her with cum. I pulled the vibrator out of her ass. I tossed the vibrator on the bed and grabbed her by the back of her head; my fingers tangled in her hair and a lifted her upper body of the bed. 

"Now, Little Angel, will you do what I say?"

"Yes, Daddy," she replied.

I pulled out of her, and we crawled forward and collapsed on the bed, shortly after we drifted off to sleep.



Daddy's Little Girl



I love my Daddy and would do anything to please him. Mama left us around a year and half ago and Daddy has been my rock. I knew it couldn't be easy on him taking care of a teenage daughter who just graduated high school. But he always was there for me and I wanted to be there for him too.

Daddy found out how much I love him six months ago. I was walking back to my bedroom one night when I heard sounds coming from Daddy's room. It sounded like people doing it, but muffled. I knew it couldn't be Daddy, he hasn't dated since mom left. It wasn't because he was ugly either. Daddy is 5'10" and 195 pounds. Daddy owns a construction business so he is always well tan and in good condition. I'm proud of my Daddy.

I snuck in to see what was going on. There was my Daddy sitting on the edge of his bed stroking his cock while watching porn. I must of gasped or something because my Daddy's hands at once flew for the blanket to cover his cock and the remote control to turn off the movie. I tried hard not to laugh at the picture.

"It's okay Daddy," I giggled.

"Precious, what are you doing here? I am sorry you had to see that. It's just that sometimes Daddy's get urges."

I walked over and sat next to my Daddy on the bed. "I understand urges Daddy. I am eighteen now." I tossed the covers off him and revealed his cock. "Let me help you Daddy," I started to massage his shaft with my hand.

"Carol, no! It's not right," Daddy said but I noticed he didn't move my hand.

"I know what I'm doing Daddy," I said and started to stroke him gently. "I help some of the boys on the football team relax before the big game."

"My cheerleader daughter." Daddy smiled and relaxed his shoulders. "How do you help them relax, baby?"

"The same way I'm helping you Daddy. I stroke their cocks until they cum." My other hand slid down and started to squeeze Daddy's balls."

"Mmmmm. And where do they cum, princess."

"Most of the time in a towel. But once or twice I let them shoot on my tits."

"I had no idea you were such a naughty girl." Daddy was smiling and it made me feel warm.

"I'm not naughty Daddy. I just want to help you. Turn the movie back on Daddy. I think it would be sexy to watch it while I stroke you off. Don't you think so Daddy?

"Yes dear. It would." Daddy hit the remote control and the movie started again. Two women were writhing on a bed eating each others pussies.

"Daddy, do you find that sexy?" I asked. I was now stroking his cock a little harder. The movie was making me excited.

"Yes, baby. Two women making love is very sexy. Stroke me just like that Carol. You are making your Daddy feel so good."

I smiled. "Daddy? Would you like to watch me make love to another girl?"

"Do you baby? Have you?"

"No. But if it would make you happy, I would." I leaned over and kissed my Daddy on the lips. His mouth parted and let my tongue in. This was too much. Daddy's kiss was soft and sexy and sensual. My pussy was so wet now. I wished to have it touched, but I was here to help Daddy.

"Your kiss made me wet, Daddy." I felt a little precum on Daddy's tip and smeared it on his cock head.

"Oh baby, you're going to make your Daddy cum. Slow down."

I slowed my stroking and stopped massaging Daddy's balls.

"Carol, would you do something for Daddy."

"I already am, Daddy." I smiled.

"Would you take off your clothes."

"No Daddy," I said and let go of his cock.

"Why?"

"Because I'm not as beautiful as those women in the movie."

"Darling you are the prettiest girl I know."

"You have to say that. You're my Daddy."

"It's true pumpkin."

Daddy might have been being kind, I was 5'6" with brown hair and brown eyes. I thought my tits were too small (I was a B cup) and my ass too big. But the boys on the team always said I had "a nice rack" when I was stroking them before a game. I thought they were just being nice because I got them off. "Do you really want to see me naked, Daddy?"

"More than anything in the world, baby."

"Okay." I stood up and awkwardly took off my tee shirt, bra, jeans and panties. I sat back down next to Daddy and grabbed his cock again.

"You are so sexy, baby. Daddy's little girl has grown up."

"I will always be your little girl, Daddy. I just want to please you."

"And you are. You give a wonderful hand job. No wonder the football team was state champs."

The scene on the screen was now this blonde bouncing on some guy's cock. I was watching it and feeling my pussy getting wetter. I slipped my hand down and started to rub my slit. Daddy must've noticed because he said, "That's called cowgirl, darling."

"It looks like fun," I answered. I still was stroking Daddy's cock and rubbing my pussy.

"It is. Want to try?"
I didn't answer at first. "Daddy, I never. I mean I only gave a few of the guys hand jobs."

"That's okay. You'll be fine. Just straddle my waist and lower your pussy on my cock. I know your pussy must be wet baby and this will make it feel good. Daddy also."

I nervously removed my hand from Daddy's cock and stood over him. I started to lower myself slowly. "My god," I thought. "Daddy's going to be my first fuck. The man I love more than anyone else is going to be my first fuck." This felt right. 

I felt the tip of Daddy's cock push against my slit and slowly enter my pussy as I lowered myself on Daddy. There was a little resistance and I stopped.

"God Carol, you feel great. Don't worry, darling. It's normal for a little resistance your first time. You are making Daddy very happy baby."

I pushed down a little further and felt my pussy slide down the remainder of Daddy's cock. I was fucking Daddy! I slowly raised and lowered myself on his cock. It felt so good! "Oh Daddy! Your cock feels so good. I want to make you happy Daddy."

"You are baby. You are. I love you Carol."

"I love you Daddy." I continued to fuck Daddy, grinding my pussy against his cock. Pretty soon I felt my legs start to quiver. "Oh god, Daddy. I think I'm going to cum."

"Cum for Daddy, Carol. Cum over your Daddy's cock."

"AHHH" I shook for about a minute. Daddy was smiling up at me when I opened my eyes. "God, I do love my Daddy," I thought. I continued to rock back and forth on my Daddy's cock.

"God, pumpkin. You're going to make me cum."

"Good. I want to please you Daddy. It's not right that only I get off. I love you and I want to get you off."

"Thank you, pumpkin. You are the best daughter a Daddy could have."

I smiled and bucked harder against his cock.

"Oh shit. Shit, I'm cumming."

I felt shot after shot of my Daddy's cum land in my pussy. It felt warm and wonderful.

I collapsed on Daddy's chest, his semi hard cock still in my pussy.

"I love you Carol." Daddy brushed my hair from my eyes and kissed me gently on the forehead.

"I love you too, Daddy. I just want to make you happy."

Arms wrapped around each other we drifted off to sleep.



Daddy's Little Girl



I swear I never meant for this to happen. I'm not that kind of guy. All I did was make some comments...

A bunch of guys from work and I take a trip once a year. Usually no place fancy, just a nice hotel somewhere to relax for a weekend and let loose. The first couple years, it was just me and four or five other guys from the office. But eventually there were more married guys in this group than there were singles, and so after a few years the wives and even kids came. As far as families go, I had the second oldest in the group. I'd been married for over twenty years, had five kids, and I was one of the few original members of the group who didn't mind having the women and children around, even though I made it sound to the guys like I did. 

In fact, I even had to beg my wife to come this year. Though even my youngest had just more or less outgrown wanting to come along, I still wanted to keep this a somewhat family tradition. My wife had other plans to be with her sister on the same weekend, but we made a deal that she would show up a day after me so we could be together.

Anyway, on this latest trip, the group of friends had grown to six, which included three newcomers. One guy--the guy with the family even older than mine--had opted not to go for the first time since the tradition began, and another regular had changed jobs. It made me feel older, especially since the three new guys were now the only single men left. Even though there were only two of us now with kids, the third regular was married.

Bringing the three younger guys--who were both in their upper twenties (the rest of us ranged from me, at 46, to 32)--turned out to be great boost for the rest of us. They reminded us of our own first year, when we had been so reckless and crude and, well, fun. One day into the trip, and I'd laughed harder than I had in years. I'd also drank more, though not enough to get stupid. It was turning out to be the best trip since it all began.

But on the second night, as the six of us guys sat at the near-empty pool playing poker and taking shots, something happened that would leave a mark not just on the trip, but two lives. The hotel was small, with just a dozen stories, but it did have an indoor pool that the rest of the building surrounded. Each room had a window looking out into the parking lot or whatever was outside, while the door sat on the pool side. Typical hotel that I'm sure most people have stayed in. Because we go on this trip during the off season, and we try to book on off days, it was very empty. I only knew of about a dozen other people in the whole place other than our group.

And a few of them were swimming in the pool not twenty feet from us. One of the new guys at our table, Burt, remarked about how attractive one of them was. Over the course of three or four hands of poker and endless shots of tequila, he kept going on and on about this beauty in the pool, getting more and more descriptive about what he wanted to do with her, and what he wanted her to do to him. 

Sitting with my back to the pool, I had to turn all the way around for my own glimpse. I took a look and saw instantly what he was talking about; a petite blonde wearing a bikini with a nice little body on her. Not wanting my eyes to linger--this girl's family was spread all about in the pool with her--I only gave myself time to admire her tight little ass. Never got to confirm Burt's description of her breasts because she had her back to me through my whole glance.

Burt kept going on about this girl though, and even started calling over to her after a while, saying things like, "nice dive", while hiding his flirting by showing interest in the other people at the pool, too, asking where they were from, things like that.

In my younger days, I would've been right there with him, but I'd changed, of course. And I still hadn't heard from my wife, who was supposed to be arriving sometime soon. She was either going to have to call me or walk right up to me for the room key. I didn't really want to be leering at some young blonde when she strolled up with her bags. So, though I laughed and enjoyed hearing about it, at first I kept my mouth shut and my eyes on the table. 

But then my wife called. Said she was with Meg and Patty, the other guys' wives, and that she'd come for the key later. Apparently she'd run into the wives as they were leaving for a movie in the multiplex down the block. She didn't have time to even drop her bags off. 

Though I take all the blame for what happened, I would've been fine if my wife hadn't checked in with that phone call.

See, since I now knew my wife was busy and would be at least a couple hours, and she wouldn't be sneaking up on me, I also knew I could let loose and let my mouth run. So even though I wasn't watching the girl like the other guys, I chipped in my own filthy language, saying some things that were more alcohol than me, but enjoying it all the same. I gave some tips, shared bits of fantasies, and recalled my favorite carnal moments that I would love to live through again. Everyone else at the table joined in, and we all shared stories and laughs.

I wasn't even aware how serious Burt's flirting had become with the girl at the pool until he stood up and invited her over. I became very shy all of the sudden, because I was still sober enough to remember the things we'd all been talking about. I realized we were probably talking pretty loud, and this girl had probably heard more than we'd wanted. But the worst was when, bashfully, I got my first real, close-up look at the girl in the bikini as she came up from behind me to our table.

She didn't even bother with a towel, so when I glanced over at her, she was not only still dripping wet, but covered by nothing more than that tiny bikini, which looked even smaller up close. She didn't have a tiny body like I'd first thought when I saw her briefly from across the room, and I only say that because nowadays, tiny means you can count her ribs, which I couldn't.  But hers was a slender body with subtle hips and a fairly tight little tummy. Above, her breasts filled the bikini top perfectly, and they stood high and close together, making some deep cleavage that I had to pry my eyes from so that I could keep looking up, up...into the eyes of my very own daughter.

Hanna had gone through a lot of changes over the last year. A former fan of the goth look, not long after her 18th birthday she finally changed her long hair back to blonde, lost interest in the heavy black make-up, and took up interest in tanning her very pale skin. She was now the beauty I remembered from three or four years ago, though I certainly didn't recall her having this amazing of a body. Her goth cloths had never showed much of her form, and now, seeing her in a bikini I didn't even know she owned, gave me a good look at how much she'd filled out over the past year.

The guys who knew Hanna wouldn't have recognized her because they always knew her as the goth child who spent these trips in the hotel room with a book. And I didn't recognize her because of three reasons: one, Hanna had denied the original invitation, just like all the other kids had this year. Two, my wife never mentioned Hanna had come, or that she was staying behind instead of going along to the movies. And three, the last time I'd seen Hanna--and in fact, every day of her life---she'd had long hair. Hanna had never let her hair get shorter than a foot. But an historical haircut had apparently taken place since I left for this trip, because now it barely covered her neck.

I didn't know what to say, but fortunately my silence wasn't noticed by the others. The guys who had met Hanna before not only didn't recognize her new look, but they were impaired by three hours of hard drinking. I crossed my fingers, hoping the secret was safe, but still wondering how to handle it. I couldn't very well suddenly tell everyone this was my daughter. Not after the things they'd said. Not after the things I'd said.

The only other one who knew about this was, of course, Hanna. But she didn't react as I would've imagined. I suspected she'd heard me say those dirty things about her, but hoped she knew I was only saying them because I thought she was someone else. If there was any doubt, I relied on my expression upon seeing her face to send that message of mistaken identity.

Well, maybe it was the liquor. Maybe I had gotten myself too worked up. Maybe I'll never know. But whatever expression I did give apparently didn't get my message across, because Hanna started flirting with the guys right in front of me, even to me! She pretended as if she didn't know a one of us, even though she was acquainted with two, not to mention me. When Burt asked her to join us, she accepted and pulled up a chair, wearing nothing but that skimpy bikini and beads of water. But the real shocker was when she introduced herself as Kim.

As time passed, Hanna and I got better at pretending we were strangers. But that didn't mean things were looking up. Though she did decline alcohol on the basis of being too young, Hanna did show her naughty side when, after Burt's mouth kept running with filth, she eventually joined in, a point that culminated with this question, directed to me.

"I like your idea," she said, referring to something I'd said, apparently too loudly, before I knew Hanna was the blonde. "Watching."

She was referring to when I'd said I'd always wanted to watch a couple have sex, with their knowledge. Kind of a private sex show.

"Maybe we could arrange something," she teased, talking to both me and Burt.

This seemed to have crossed a line. For one thing, it cemented the idea that 'Kim' was indeed interested in going back to Burt's room. But it also made the married guys uncomfortable, if not jealous. Helping to break the tension, Patty had called in for the wies, saying the movie was out and that they were going to go to dinner. The married guys both took just minutes to decide they better get some food before they get sick, and they went off to meet them. The two single guys, sans Burt, went with them.

I know the guys all expected me, happily married with a family for so long, to go with them rather than accept this wild invitation. Whether it was my daughter or not, this was not something a guy was supposed to do behind his wife's back. So I went with them, leaving Burt and my daughter alone at the pool.

The restaurant the girl's were going to was just next door, so we walked. We were halfway across the parking lot when one of the forces battling inside my head finally declared itself victorious. I faked like I felt I was going to throw up, then told the guys that I'd had too much to drink, and that I was going to rest back in my room for a few and I'd catch up with them in time for dessert. I was on my way back to the hotel so fast that I didn't even get a notion of whether or not they bought it.

In truth, as hammered as I was, I felt fine and knew exactly what I was doing. I couldn't back down from my daughter's dare. Till the day I die, I will blame what I did on alcohol, but I'll always know I knew well enough to avoid this, if that was what I'd really wanted.

I was back fast, but not fast enough. Burt and Hanna were gone from the pool room. I went to Burt's room. Knocked on the door. Burt opened it. He understood immediately (except for the daughter part of course). Always the devil's advocate, I knew Burt would be excited to tempt me to the dark side for the evening and let me watch him fuck this cute stranger. It gave him a chance to show off, which he loved to do.

I looked past him, to Hanna, who was standing next to the bed, still wearing that bikini.

"Were you serious?" I asked, my mouth dry. "About wanting me to see you?"

"Only if you're serious about wanting to watch," she said with a smile.

I didn't say anything. I just swallowed hard, then stepped into the room and let the door shut and lock behind me. Just like that, my whole body was shaking and I went into a cold sweat. I felt lightheaded from the danger, but I was also as excited as I'd ever been in my life. My heart pounded.

For a moment, Hanna acted as if I wasn't even there. Like this was just a normal thing, and my presence wasn't odd enough to warrant paying attention to. Burt was talking to me, then to her, back and forth, but I couldn't tell you a thing he said. I was captivated with the sight of my sweet little girl and the knowledge of what I was about to watch her do.

She helped Burt throw the comforter and sheets off the bed so they had a big, clean white stage on which to perform. Still in her bathing suit and still drying only by air, it was evident that Hanna was getting chills, as her nipples made large lumps in her top. But she declined a towel or blanket. She said, and I quote, "I'll be getting hot enough very soon".

She looked at me after she said this. It was a knowing look, as if to communicate "You're in for a real treat, Daddy". This made me stumble a little for the support of the nearest wall. Until that moment, she'd pretended very well not to know me. To a certain point, she'd even convinced me that she was, in a matter of thinking, actually Kim tonight, and not my daughter. But that look had "Hanna" all over it, and she knew it. She wasn't going to let me forget or pretend that she was somebody else.

"Why don't you sit down?" Hanna asked me, using the same casual tone as if this were a normal thing for a dad and daughter to do. She'd used that some tone and voice when she asked me, just days ago, what we were having that night for dinner.

I found a chair facing the bed and sat down. My eyes never left Hanna. She climbed onto the bed and sat on the edge, facing me. Burt, wearing only his boxers, sat down beside her and put his arm around her, then moved in for a kiss. But Hanna dodged him and looked to me.

"Are you sure you're comfortable?" she asked me. "I mean, I don't mind if you want to jerk off while we do it. That would actually be pretty hot."

It took me a couple seconds, but I eventually gave a response. "No, um, I'm...I'm okay."

Hanna smiled and gave a little giggle. The same giggle I'd heard a thousand times, but not recently. And never inspired by something this unthinkable. She shrugged, turned to Burt, and they kissed. 

It didn't shock me as much as I thought it would to see my nearly nude daughter kiss my nearly nude co-worker. Of course, they were both in what amounted to swim suits, more or less, and they were just kissing. But soon they were really kissing. I could hear their lips smacking and sucking on each other. I could see Burt's cheek puff out as my daughter swept her tongue across it inside his mouth. I heard both of them moaning and breathing.

Burt's hand started on Hanna's knee, then to her thigh, then up to her breast. He massaged her until she moaned and put her hand on his thigh. He stopped only long enough to slip his hand under her bikini and hold her soft, wet tit directly in his palm.


They continued to make out, and soon Burt moved his hand under the top to cup her other breast, pushing the bikini up in the process. From my point of view, my daughter's right tit was in Burt's hand, and her left tit was hidden behind his forearm, but I seen enough to get blood rushing through my body. Just a few feet away, my daughter was essentially topless, and I was going to see her naked breasts at any second.

Hanna broke the kiss and turned more toward Burt. He lowered his hand, giving me that first real look. Her tits were incredible. Not as big as her mother's, but far more perfect and ripe, each topped with a fat, dark pink nipple and puffy areola.

Hanna pulled her bikini top off entirely and dropped it at my feet while instructing Burt to take off his boxers, which he did in a flash.

Burt made some joke or comment about me being the only guy he'd even shown his erection to, but all I really heard was my daughter, saying things as she stared between Burt's legs.

"Oh, that's really nice," she said, as if she were commenting on a dress someone was showing her. "It's pretty big. This is going to be fun. I love sucking cock." She directed Burt back on the edge of the bed so that I could see his profile. Then she crawled between his legs and looked over to me.

"What do you think? What should I do?"

I didn't want to speak. I didn't even want to be there. I just wanted to see.

"Come on, man," Burt teased. "Don't leave me hanging like this!"

"I think you should suck it," I said nervously.

"You're the boss," Hanna smiled, and at those words I about died in that chair. "You're the boss" was Hanna's thing to say. Whenever I'd tell her to do something, whether happy to oblige or pissed off, she'd respond with "You're the boss". She never said this to her mother. Only to me.

And then I watched my daughter dip down, open wide, and take Burt's cock into her mouth. She bobbed on him, sucking hard enough to make the occasional slurping sounds, and salivating enough to get Burt's whole length and even his balls glistening in the first minute. I was captivated by the sight of her lips rolling up and down his hard shaft, of her jaw working as she opened and closed for him. With her new short haircut, I always had a view of most of her face; my daughter's face with a big hard dick in it.

Hanna would occasionally release Burt's dick to lick him with just her tongue. When she did this she favored licking the right side of his cock because it allowed her to look past the dick and right at me. Once or twice, between the transitions from sucking to licking, she even gave me a warm smile.

When Burt's panting and groaning had reached a peak level, Hanna stopped sucking him. She took his wet cock in her hand and stroked it fast as she looked up to him even though his eyes were shut and his head was thrown back with pleasure.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked. "Huh? Do you want to fuck me now?"

"Yes," he grunted.

"No," she said, giving me another smile as she released him from her grip. "I want to suck those big balls first."

She sat back, and before she could get into position, Burt grabbed her gently and pulled her to him for an aggressive, hungry kiss. She kissed him back, and after a while even thrust her chest out. Whether he even knew this or not, I don't know, but she got what she wanted, because suddenly Burt broke the kiss and moved his lips down to her breasts and sucked and licked them all over. Hanna clearly loved it, and arched her back even more as he continued. She grabbed his head and held Burt to her chest and was soon moaning with her eyes tightly closed.

I had a hand on my erection and absent-mindedly began to rub it through my pants as I watched Hanna react to Burt's attention. I was so engrossed that I didn't even notice when she had opened her eyes and trained them on me. But when we did at last make eye contact again, I was either too turned on or too frightened to look away. Hanna just gave that smile; the smile of a daughter to her dad, but tonight, also something much, much more.

"Okay," she said, pushing Burt's head back to signal that she'd had enough. She kissed him long enough to swirl her whole tongue through his whole mouth, then said, "How about a little 69?"

She guided Burt again, who, usually the more dominant kind of guy, was becoming putty in my daughter's apparently expert hands. She laid on her back on the bed with her head hanging just of the foot so that she was facing me, though upside-down. Burt planted his feet on the floor, leaned over the foot of the bed, and laid his body over hers until he was, though I couldn't see from my position, face to face with my daughter's crotch. I saw her raise her legs, and I saw Burt slide her bikini bottoms up and off them. And then he dove back down and was instantly moaning, his sounds now muffled by Hanna's pussy as he devoured it.




Daddy's Little Girl



She, meanwhile, was already busy devouring his balls, as promised. Burt's entire sack was hidden in my daughter's mouth, and she sucked them endlessly. But one major thing about this was that now her eyes were always on me, and for minutes we watched each other in silence.

At one point Hanna let the testicles plop out of her mouth. Wet, they rolled onto her face, resting on her nose but not blocking her eyes. I couldn't see her mouth, but I heard her as clear as day.

"Come on, Daddy. Take out your big dick. Let me see you stroke it."

Her use of the word "daddy" didn't alarm me in the way you might think. I wasn't afraid of Burt overhearing and figuring out what was going on. He was too immersed in Hanna's pussy, and she hadn't said it loud enough. Even if he'd heard part of the word, logic would have made him think she had said "baby" or some other generic term of endearment.

What did stun me was that, by using Daddy and talking directly to me like that, Hanna was telling me that this was more than some taboo little adventure. She wasn't doing this in spite of me. She wasn't just getting off on being dirty in front of me. She was doing this for me, and now she wanted me to return the favor.

I've been honest thus far, and I'm still being honest when I say that I never thought of any of my daughters in a sexual way before. But apparently Hanna couldn't say the same about me. Either that, or she'd become very comfortable with the idea in a remarkably short time.

Just like Burt had begun to move only as Hanna directed him, so did I find myself under my daughter's spell. I unzipped my pants and pulled free my fat, throbbing cock for my little girl to see. She lapped at Burt's balls as she admired my member.

"Come on," she said. "Touch yourself. You know you want to. It's such a nice dick..."

I grabbed myself and began stroking. Stroking myself for my daughter.

As soon as I began, Hanna gobbled up Burt's balls, taking them into her mouth entirely until her face was planted right up his body, her nose almost reaching the crack of his ass. She must of have been tonguing him real good then, because Burt started moaning louder and faster. Hanna released him, then went for his cock again. She sucked him eagerly, his testicles, dripping with her spit, now bouncing off her nose, forehead, and between her eyes. She wasn't looking at me anymore, but I still kept jerking off.

"Oh God!" Burt said, over and over, along with plenty of other things to indicate he was on the verge of climax. And suddenly he stood up, blocking my view of Hanna, and began jerking himself off as he roared.

"Let him see!" Hanna said desperately. "Let him see!" She tapped his thigh so he would step out of my way, and step aside he did, for just as the cum started flying, I was granted a clear view of my daughter taking it in the face.

Burt didn't jerk his dick high over her, which would have left cum spraying everywhere. He kept his head as close to Hanna's lips as possible, I assume for the extra sensation of her skin against him, her tongue greeting the cum from the hole as it spewed out, but also to make sure every last drop of his seed ended up on her face and not on the bed or the floor. That mission was accomplished, because Burt's entire load poured out of him and flooded right onto Hanna's lips. She slurped at the streams as the swollen cock head fed her, but too much came too fast, and soon it was spilling down her cheeks, into her hair, and splattering her nose. When the last of his cum was oozing out, Burt wiped himself off on her forehead, leaving a long, thick, white trail across her brow.

It was at about this time that I realized I was groaning and panting and jerking off so fast I would've lost it if I hadn't backed down. I eased up, tried to calm myself, even as my daughter watched me with a wicked grin from a face covered in another man's white, hot semen.

She moaned. The same kind of moan she gave at the dinner table after tasting something good.

Ever the gentleman, Burt climbed right back into the 69 position and went down on Hanna again, evidentially to return the favor. This suspicion was supported when her moans grew in intensity ten-fold. She bucked and squirmed under him, let her mouth drop open with passion, ignoring the cum that dripped down her chin and into her mouth as she did it--until she tasted the seed on her tongue and made sure to savor it before swallowing. There was so much cum, it was dripping down her short blonde hair and onto the carpet below. But her eyes, wide with passion, stayed on me.

"Don't fucking stop," she gasped. "Right there. Just like that. Oh fuck!"

Trying to find an outlet for her pent-up enthusiasm, Hanna pressed her creamed face into Burt's balls, smearing the cum everywhere. But then she dropped her head back down, looked at me with a desperate stare, and reached out to me with one hand.

"I'm cumming!" she announced. "Oh fuck, don't stop!"

Hanna pumped her fingers, signaling that she didn't just want my hand; she needed it. As a massive orgasm crashed over her, her body shaking and shuddering and twisting, I reached forward and took her hand. She howled but kept her eyes open, right on mine.

When she began to calm down, Hanna seemed to have been wiped out. She no longer commanded the scene as she had earlier, which allowed Burt to take over. He helped her get up and turn around on the bed, kept her on her back but then moved between her and me and spread her legs. She grabbed his arms and invited him between her legs as she held them high. Now instead of my pretty daughter and her facial to look at, I could only see Burt's back, his ass, and Hanna's adorable little feet sticking out from either side of him. Having been bolted to that seat so far, I decided now was as good a time as any to get up and move around a little.

I moved to the right side of the bed, where I was awarded the incredible sight of my daughter, on her back with her legs high and wide, her big, firm tits bouncing up and down, taking every last inch of Burt's cock in her cute, closely-shaven cunt. She pounced against him and he pulled at her by her thighs, their bodies slapping together loudly and rapidly. Though Hanna's sheen may have been left over from her time in the pool, Burt had already worked up a decent sweat, and looked in way ready to slow down.

Burt growled filthy things to Hanna, and she hissed back at him, begging him to fuck her harder and deeper and faster, to give her that fat fucking cock of his, to fuck her like he meant it. Occasionally she would look over at me, and though her expression of indescribable passion remained fixed on her cum-glistening face, her eyes told me she wanted not Burt, but me.

Or maybe that was just what I wanted to believe.

I reached out and grabbed her bare foot and held it gently in my hand. I felt her warm skin, still damp, always soft. The rhythmic movement of her whole body traveled up her leg, to her foot, and then on to my arm. For that moment, I actually felt my daughter fucking. I held her as she was fucked.

Ignoring my proximity to him, Burt kept pounding my little girl for a while longer, until at last he dropped off his knees and fell over her. He still fucked her, but in the more traditional missionary style, meaning Hanna was now obscured from my view from just about every possible angle, hidden under his body. And though his pace had slowed, his thrusts grew even more powerful, and Burt's lust reached a new level. He lapped wildly at my daughter's face, cleaning off the jizz he'd shot there one long, hard lick at a time. 

Despite Burt's openness, I can't imagine he would've done this in front of me unless he was so overwhelmed by my daughter's pussy that he just couldn't help himself, which really said something about how great a fuck my little girl was. Still holding her bare foot, I stroked myself with my other hand.

Huffing and puffing, crying and gasping, Hanna and Burt went wild as they licked at each other's faces and humped their bodies together. Hanna wrapped her legs around Burt's back and held his face to hers with her hands. He licked her face until it was clean of cum, and then he kissed her, moaning into her mouth as she shrieked into his.

Her cute little foot pushed hard against my hand.

I'm not sure who tired of this position first, Hanna or Burt, but I do know Hanna regretted having to move her foot from my hand, because she trialed her toes down my forearm just before she got up to move. They switched positions, with Burt on his back and Hanna climbing on top. She mounted him and was pouncing on his cock right away, yelping each time he filled her. Her tits jiggled just as hard as the rest of her, but they were too firm to slap down against her own body; they wobbled aggressively in place. The beads of liquid all over her skin were now unmistakably perspiration, and her whole body took on a new, satisfied glow.

In this position, I couldn't really grab Hanna the way I'd taken her foot earlier. Though I could reach her leg, it wasn't actively involved in the sexual thrashing. I wanted to feel her body pulsing, and to do that I needed to be closer. With a little hesitation, I finally dared to get up on the bed.

I moved behind Hanna, on my knees, going slow so as not to disturb their rhythm. I had planned on getting only close enough to take her hand, but the closer I got, the closer I wanted to be. Before I knew it, I was between Burt's ankles and right behind my daughter, with both of my hands on her shoulders. Not satisfied, in just seconds I'd moved my hands down to just above her hips. I held her as she throttled Burt's cock with her greedy pussy, her hips bucking and grinding in a way only a young woman could.

After just a few seconds of this bliss, Hanna wanted more, and she expressed this by leaning back, arching her back and resting her head against my chest. The further back she moved, the more I moved my hands back up. In just a minute or two, Hanna wasn't even humping Burt anymore--she let him do the thrusting while moving her body in a more lateral position, laying back against me. I had to move back to accept her, and my hands slipped up, up, until they were on her sides at the same level as her breasts. Daring to take things further again, I slid my hands forward and cupped my daughter's luscious tits holding her firmly but not too tight. Her nipples were so big and hard in palms. Her flesh was so soft. I loved my wife's breasts, but feeling my young daughter's firm set almost had me cumming instantly.

To keep himself on edge, Burt had to sit up so he could keep fucking Hanna with real power and depth. I welcomed it, because when her body jerked from his thrusts, she moved and jiggled in my hands. Her head was between my neck and shoulder now, and with each penetration of Burt's cock, I heard Hanna let out a passionate gasp, each one more involved than the last. I turned my face to hers to better see her expression and hear her deep breaths, and when I did I received quite a surprise: Hanna turned to me and kissed me full on the mouth, while at the same time she reached back between us and grabbed a hold of my aching erection.

It is something no father is ever supposed to experience, having his tongue in his daughter's mouth and accepting her tongue into his, but for me it felt more than right. It felt like this is what she was here for, and what I had been waiting for all my life. All the orgasms I'd ever had couldn't amount to the intense feeling of absolute bliss I experienced as danced my tongue with my daughter's, as I tasted her, as I felt her body and her whole sexuality through her mouth. I was so overcome that my body must have forgotten to cum, because there's no reason I shouldn't have climaxed right there as hard and as passionately as ever. But I didn't, and I was so glad, because that meant it wasn't over.

And yet, to a certain extent, it was. Burt started thrusting as fast as ever and grunting louder and louder, tossing Hanna to and fro in my arms. Hanna thrust her chest against my hands, pulled my erection down until my cock head was teasing the top of her ass crack, and kissed me with impossible lust as she came with him. She screamed into my mouth as Burt poured his second load deep inside my little girl for a seemingly endless amount of time. Hanna melted against me, her body tight and slick with sweat, her short hair, still drenched from the pool, clinging to her face and mine.

Hanna cried out when Burt finally pulled out of her after having drained himself of his last drop. She hadn't wanted him to leave yet. But Burt was exhausted, apparently having gotten more than he'd bargained for with this little beauty. He collapsed on the floor beside the bed, still catching his breath and muttering "Fuck" over and over, as if he couldn't believe what had just happened.

But Hanna and I kept on kissing, and she soon twisted around so we face each other. She had me sit back, spread my legs, then got down on all fours and lowered her head to my cock. I said "No" in my head but there was no chance I'd listen. I wanted it so bad that I was cummming before she even took me in her mouth. I'd lost it when I saw Hanna's beautiful young face look at me with those hungry eyes, and I knew what she was hungry for, knew what she was going to put in her cute little mouth. Knew what she wanted to swallow and savior.

My premature release might have been the worst moment of the night, but Hanna knew because I was gasping and crying out as soon as I felt the sperm blasting up my shaft. She caught my cock head between her lips just as I started spewing, and sucked me and bobbed on me slowly but firmly as I emptied the biggest load of cum of my life into my daughter's hot little mouth. I gritted my teeth and held my breath, wanting to hear her accept me, and I did. The room was quiet except for the subtle yet incredibly sexy sounds of Hanna gulping my seed down. I must have cum for over a minute before I finally gave her my last drop.

Hanna got off me, got up to face me, and with her lips just inches from mine, she swallowed one last time, taking the last of me down, and then let out a satisfied "ahhhhh". I could still see her tongue covered with a thin, milky film of my jizz when she opened her mouth so show me the load was all gone.

"Very good, Dad," she said softly. Too softly for Burt to pick up. And then she got up and off the bed.

"I better get back to my room," she said casually. "I'll be missed."

I did miss her. After cleaning up and making a pact not to discuss what went on that evening with anybody (we also came up with a cover story), Burt and I went out to meet up with the others. Everyone was, to my horror, already back from the restaurant and now hanging out in my room, but when I went in, Hanna was nowhere to be seen. 

The other guys had guessed that Burt and I had taken up the little blonde's offer, so on that note we were kind of screwed (and the other married guys weren't too happy with me, partly of jealousy, but mostly because they just didn't think I should've been cheating). But they did cover for Burt and I when we didn't show, and had come up with their own cover story to protect us...well, mostly me, since none of the women really cared if Burt had casual sex. After all, I was the married one...with children.

Hanna showed up late that night, sneaking in long after everyone had gone off to their own rooms. She was sick all the next day, but I suspect she was faking for two reasons: one, because she didn't want to face me after what we'd done, and two, because if she remained hidden, our secret would be safe. We made it through the rest of the trip without being busted.

That was months ago. It was the first time. And as good as my daughter Hanna is, as much as I love and crave her, I wish it had been the only time, if it had to happen at all. But it wasn't an isolated incident. The second time happened just last month... 



Daddy's Little Girl



After a long battle I lost my wife and Olivia lost her mother. Olivia was almost eighteen when her mother died, leaving a large hole in her heart. I could see that she changed. She didn't want to go to school, hang out with her friends, or talk about her pain with me. We were always close, but became closer once we knew Bridgett wasn't going to be with us long. I did my best to prepare Olivia for this day, but nothing I could do would really fix the devastation this death brought to our family. I knew something had to change, and change fast or I was going to lose my little girl too. 

With Bridgett's passing six months old now, and no change in Olivia's behavior, I decided we needed to have a fresh start. We were going to move from the busy suburb of Los Angeles to a quiet town in Oregon. On Olivia's last day of school was when I broke the news to her.

"Hey Liv? Is that you?" I called from the kitchen.

"Yes Daddy, I just got home from school." 

"Come in here baby, I need to talk to you about something." 

She slowly wandered into the kitchen with her long red hair pulled back into a loose ponytail that bounced when she walked and her green eyes glowing like shining emeralds. 

"What's up Daddy? Shouldn't you be at work right now?" 

"Not today honey, I had some things I needed to take care of here. Sit down, we need to talk." 

She walked over to the kitchen table and took a seat.

"Listen babe, I've decided we need to make some changes around here. You just haven't been the same young lady since your mother passed and I'm worried about you." Olivia's eyes welled up as she listened.

"I know Daddy, I just miss her." 

"I know baby, so do I, but there is nothing we can do to bring her back so we need to accept her death and become stronger because of it." 

The tears streamed down her face, making her green eyes glow. She gently wiped the tears from her cheeks and asked with a quiver in her voice, "What's the change Daddy?" 

"Well babe, we are going to move."

"WHAT? Move? NO! I don't want to move, I want to stay here in this house. Mom would be upset if we left." Her tears were large and leaving streaks on her face from where they had washed off her make-up. 

"Your mother is gone sweetheart, and we need to make a change, staying here isn't going to help us get past all this."

I leaned over and gently put my hand on her knee. She was crying terribly hard. I knew she wasn't going to take the news well.

"Listen sweetie, I thought about this long and hard, we will be okay, just think of this as a new adventure in your life. You can take the summer to get to know the new city and meet some new friends." 

Her tears were starting to let up, I think she understood what I was trying to say and why this was the right decision. I stood up and wrapped my arms around her.

"It's going to be okay babe; I will make sure that you are happy and safe. I will always take care of you."

For the next month we spent our time packing the things we wanted to keep and selling or donating the rest. Something else also happened in that month, something was different with Liv. She seemed more lighthearted, happy, and loving. It was then I noticed she had blossomed into a vibrant young woman overnight. 

"Hey Daddy?" she hollered from across the house. 

"Ya Liv?" 

"Can you please bring me that last load of laundry from the dryer so I can get it packed?" 

"Sure, give me a minute." 

I walked into the laundry room and pulled the clothes out of the dryer. I put them on top so I could fold everything while it was fresh. That's when I noticed...These were clothes I'd never seen before, black lace thong panties, matching bras, slinky see-through nighties. I was carefully running my fingers through my daughter's lingerie. 

That's when I realized my cock stirring under my jeans. I had noticed before that my lovely daughter was growing up, how her perky breasts seemed bigger, her tight, round ass giving her the perfect hourglass shape, but it wasn't till this moment I knew she was a woman and how much that turned me on. 

I held up a pair of the panties and brought them to my face, smelling deeply in hopes that the wash hadn't totally snuffed out her intoxicating smell. That's when I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I quickly bundled the clothes up in my arms and walked towards Liv's room, trying to calm down so that she wouldn't notice how turned on I was. I met Liv halfway down the hall.

"Thanks Daddy," she said as she took the clothes out of my arms, dropping a couple bras on the floor. 

She bent down to pick them up and brushed against my aching member. I froze. Oh my God, did she do that on purpose? No, she didn't mean to, I told myself. She stood up and turned back down the hall. As she walked away I noticed she didn't have any pants on, just a long white shirt that barely covered her round ass. She walked into her room and closed the door behind her.

Liv giggled when she got into her room. She knew her dad was turned on by her lingerie and also noticed his huge member bulging in his pants. Liv tried not to touch it but she couldn't help herself and hoped that her dad didn't notice, or at least thought it was an accident. Standing at the side of her bed she neatly folded her lingerie and put it into a box, but she couldn't help to think about what had just happened. 

She desperately wanted to touch her dad's cock, to feel it, stroke it, taste it. But she knew that it was wrong to feel that way about her dad. But she just couldn't help it. Liv loved the way he smelled, his strong muscular arms, his toned body, his slightly graying hair and the way his light brown eyes lit up when he saw her. He was extremely fit for being forty, and didn't look a day over thirty. 

These thoughts were starting to get to Liv; she could feel her panties growing moist between her toned thighs. This wasn't the first time she had this reaction in response to thoughts about her father. Her favorite memory was of just after dad broke the news to her that they were moving. 

Liv came home from school early and noticed her dad's car in the driveway so she quietly snuck into the house so that he wouldn't hear her. Seeing that his bedroom door was open, but just a crack, she left her bag and shoes by the kitchen table and slowly walked down the hall to her dad's doo, looking in, she saw him sitting on the bed with his big, strong cock in his hand stroking it feverishly. 

Her eyes focused on his strong member, she could feel her young pussy getting wetter and wetter each moment. When Daddy started panting and groaning she knew he was about to explode. She wanted to go help him, but was frozen in place. Liv reached down into her shorts and gently fondled her wetness. Her pussy was very sensitive and she almost screamed out in pleasure at her own touch. Before she knew it Daddy's cock was squirting out hot sticky cum all over his stomach and chest, then he collapsed back onto the bed. Liv hurried off into the kitchen to announce that she was home. 

"Daddy, I'm home," she yelled, but got no response. 

"Daddy?" She walked towards his room again, but noticed the shower was running. Opening his bedroom door she yelled in, "Daddy, I'm home." 

"Hi honey, I'll be done in a minute," he called back from the bathroom.

Liv knew he was going to be at least ten minutes and she really needed to feel the release of her sexual frustrations. She walked into her room and closed the door, stripped off her clothes and lay across her bed with her legs open and her wet, aching pussy exposed. She began to probe her juicy cunt with her fingers, sending pleasure throughout her body. Her fingers found her clit and rubbed it. After only a few moments her body contracted with pleasure as an orgasm swept through her. She lay there motionless for a few minutes hoping that her daddy would come in and see her like this, naked, wet, and wanting more. 

Before Liv knew it, her panties were totally soaked and she was frustrated again. But she couldn't risk having daddy walk in while she touched herself... Or could she? 

I still can't get the day my daughter brushed up against me in the hall out of my head. Every day I masturbate to the thought of my young daughter sucking my cock; I just can't get her out of my head. I always leave the door open just a crack because I know she likes to watch. But if she only knew that I was thinking about her. 

Liv seems to be happy here, I've given her free rein to do as she pleases, but she tends to stay home a lot. Not that I mind, I do enjoy watching her prance around the house in her little night shirts, her tight ass cheeks peeking out from under. I decided it was time to take Liv out for a night on the town. 

"Hey Liv?" I said as I poked my head in her room.

"Yes Daddy?" she said sweetly.

"Want to go out for a night on the town?"

"Sure Daddy, can we go into Portland and have dinner?"

"Sure, that's what I was thinking anyways. Get dressed; put something nice on, we are going all out tonight. Be ready in one hour."

"Okay Daddy," she agreed with a slight giggle.

Liv knew this was going to be the night that she seduced her daddy. She just couldn't hold back any longer, she wanted to feel Daddy's cock probing the inside of her virginal cunt. Liv jumped up and started going through her closet to find her sexiest outfit. She knew that she had to wear something sexy, but not slutty because she didn't think daddy would like her to look like a slut. 

In the end she pulled out her favorite black dress; it was simple, yet seductive with a plunging neckline that showed just enough cleavage. She put on matching black lace panties, bra and garter with silk stockings and black stiletto heels. Liv had been saving this outfit for a night just like tonight. After getting dressed she touched up her hair with a few curls and freshened up her make-up. 

Thinking to herself, "Daddy isn't going to be able to keep his hands off me tonight," she giggled and gave herself one last look in the mirror. Happy with the outcome of her efforts she strolled out of her room. 

"Daddy, I'm ready." 

"Okay honey, I'm in the living room. Come get your coat, it's going to be chilly tonight."

When Liv came walking into the living room I almost died. She looked gorgeous and very grown up, much older than her eighteen years. 

With a huge smile and her emerald eyes piercing holes through me she asked, "How do I look Daddy?" As she slowly twirled around showing me her outfit, her eyes never left my stare. 

I just stared at her trying to figure what I was going to say. I finally stuttered, "You, you, you look great baby, let's go or we're going to be late for dinner."

It was about a thirty minute drive into Portland, and Daddy had a hard time keeping his eyes on the road. Maybe it had to be the fact I let my dress ride up a bit showing off the top of my stockings and garter. I smiled to myself knowing that he wanted to pull over and take me right there. 

We had dinner at an expensive restaurant on top of a big building in Portland. You could see all across the city. It was amazing. Daddy and I made small talk through most of the meal. We talked about the things we wanted to do to the house, and when I was going to start college. My heart was racing; I wanted to leave so we could go home. After a long silence Daddy asked me what I wanted to do next.

"Well Daddy, I thought we could go home and start a fire and open a bottle of wine." 

Daddy had never really been against me drinking before I was twenty-one, but I never asked to drink wine. Typically he offered me a glass while we had dinner.

"A fire and wine, huh? Don't you want to do anything else while we are in town?" 

"Not really Daddy, dinner was wonderful and I'm ready to go home and relax."

"Alright dear, let's pay the bill and get out of here."

On the way out, Daddy wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close. I loved it when he held me, I always felt safe. We talked on our way to the elevators and waited for the next car.

"Daddy, do you love me?"

"Of course I do honey, why would you ask me that?"

"Oh, I was just wondering, no reason."

"You're a silly girl," he said and kissed my forehead.

The car ride seemed to take forever. Neither one of us said much. I could tell something was on Liv's mind. I wanted to ask, but didn't think I should. She would tell me if she wanted me to know. 

"Daddy, when we get home will you start the fire? I will get a bottle of wine." 

"Sure babe."

We pulled into the driveway and walked up to the house holding hands.

"Thanks for dinner Daddy, it was really good. It was a wonderful date."

"You're very welcome my dear. Yes, it was a wonderful date, and we will have to do this again."

After we walked into the house Daddy went to start the fire and I went to get the wine. My heart was pounding, and my pussy was throbbing. I wanted to rub it right there in the kitchen, but knew that I shouldn't and I needed to save these feelings for Daddy.

When I walked into the living room Daddy was already sitting on the couch by the fire; he had kicked his shoes off and seemed to be deep in thought. 

"Whatcha thinking about Daddy?" 

"Oh, I was thinking about how lovely you look tonight and how you've grown up into a beautiful young woman."

Blushing Liv said, "Oh, thank you Daddy."

"Come sit down Liv, let's open that wine."

Liv came and sat down next to me. I opened the wine and poured us each half a glass. We both sat there quietly sipping our wine and watching the fire. Liv snuggled into my side and I wrapped my arm around her, bringing her closer against my body. I liked the way she felt snuggled into me. My cock started to stir. Liv looked up at me with her beautiful eyes and began to rub my growing member without any hesitation. I was shocked and pleased, but moved her hand away from my crotch. She looked up at me shocked and disappointed.

"Daddy, I can see you enjoy having me close to you." 

"Yes, baby I do, but you shouldn't be touching me like that."

"But why, Daddy? I want to, and you like it when I touch you, don't you?"

"Oh Olivia, I love it when you touch me like that, but I am your father and this isn't what fathers and daughters do." 

"Daddy no one here knows I'm your daughter... And who cares if they do?" 

At a total loss for words, I just sat there trying to process what my daughter had just said. Before I could even process her words she was stroking my cock again. I closed my eyes, trying not to get excited at what was happening, but there was no use. No one knew she was my daughter... Honestly I didn't care. All I knew was that I loved her and loved the way she was touching me. 

Before I put much thought into my actions I picked up my lovely daughter and laid her down on the area rug in front of the fire. I pressed my lips against hers and kissed her hard, letting her tongue dart in and out of my mouth. My hands roamed her body, touching those perky tits, feeling for her nipples to harden at my touch. 

I slid her dress up so I could see the lingerie she chose to wear this evening. I planted my knee against her young mound and pushed gently. She let out a muted moan and started to grind her wet pussy against my leg. I couldn't hold back any longer, I pulled the black dress off to expose her young body. 

"Daddy, will you make love me? I have been dreaming about the day you would take me."

My daughter's words rung in my ears, they were sweet words to hear. 

"Yes my sweet girl, I will make love to you, but not yet." I kissed her again. 

I pulled her bra off to show off those perky breasts. I used my tongue to make each nipple hard by first licking then blowing. 

"Daddy, please fuck me," she said again, with a slight bratty tone.

"I will dear, I am enjoying exploring your body." 

"But Daddy, I want you to fuck me now." The sweetness in her voice was totally gone and now she was acting like a spoiled brat.

Shocked by her tone, I got a little rough with my brat daughter.

"You want me to fuck you, huh?"

"Yes daddy, I want you to fuck me now!" she demanded.

Her tone angered me. Since she wanted me to fuck her, I decided to fuck her like a little brat slut would be fucked.

I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "If you want me to fuck you, then I'm going to fuck you like a little brat slut that you are."

Her body slightly stiffened underneath me. I don't think she knew what she was getting into when she demanded me to fuck her. I kissed her on the mouth hard; she tried to pull back, but was unable to escape my lock. I grabbed her bra and tore it off. Her eyes got big with the excitement and fear. I still had my knee placed against her mound, which had now soaked through my pants leaving a nice wet spot. I worked my way down to her panties and tore them off, exposing her dripping cunt. 

"Is this what you want my little slut daughter? Huh, is it?"

My hand found its way to her wet pussy, rubbing it roughly while her juices lubricated my fingers. I spread her pussy wide with my fingers as she bucked against my touch. 

"Yes Daddy, this is exactly what I want. I want you to fuck me," still in a bratty tone.

I slapped her pussy hard, making her yelp.

"You little slut, you will NOT talk to me like that." I slapped her pussy again with a little more force. She bucked and yelped again like she was in pain, but I knew better, her pussy gushed each time I did that. 

"Do you understand me?" 

"Yes Daddy, I understand."

"Good girl"

I unbuttoned my pants and allowed my cock to fall out, her eyes filled with excitement when she finally saw it. 

"Sit up and open your mouth my little slut daughter, I'm going to fuck your face." 

Liv sat up and parted her rosy lips, slightly sticking out her tongue. I leaned forward and pushed my now-throbbing cock deep into her little mouth. I could feel her gag slightly at the size of my cock. Holding her head I fucked her mouth, watching spit drip down her chin. 

"You wanted to me to fuck you, so I'm fucking you. Do you like me fucking your face?" 

I let go of her head so she could answer me.

"Yes Daddy, you cock is so big, I like the way it feels when you get it deep into my throat." 

I allowed her to suck my cock without my help. She feverishly lapped at the head, allowing her tongue to encircle the top and then took it deep into her throat, making herself gag. 

"That's my good girl, suck that cock. You have a natural talent for blowjobs. Prepare to suck my cock whenever I tell you, because you are my little slut daughter."

"Yes, Daddy, I will suck your cock whenever you want," she mumbled with a mouth full of cock.

I was ready to violate my daughter's tight virgin pussy. I could tell she was ready.

"Stand up baby. Go sit on the couch and keep your legs wide open so I can see your pink, dripping cunt."

"Yes Daddy." Liv got up and rushed over to the couch and opened her legs up, showing me her bright pink pussy.

"Like this Daddy?" 

"Yes honey, good girl."

I stood up, took off my pants and shirt, and walked over to my little girl with my cock in hand. Liv rubbed her pussy as I walked over to the couch.

"Oh Daddy, I can't wait to have you inside me. I want to feel your cock fill up my tight pussy."

I smiled and slapped her pussy again. 

"Do you like that? Do you like it when I slap your pussy?" 

"Yes Daddy, I do like that. I like it when you call me your slut daughter too."

"Well you are my little slut daughter." I smiled.

I was standing with my cock just inches away from her pussy; I could feel the heat of her cunt calling me to enter it. I spread her pink pussy lips with my fingers as I began to bury the head of my cock into her. 

"Oh Daddy, your cock is so big and I know it's going to hurt, but please fuck me. Please!"




Daddy's Little Girl



Daddy started behaving inappropriately with me about a year after my Mother went away. Of course I knew what he was doing was wrong but who was I to stop him? After all, he was my father and I saw that my job was to look after him and to make him happy now that Mom had gone.

I was twenty years old and attending a nearby business college. I had not matured very well and was still very immature in the way I behaved, thought and dressed. Even at my age my Dad was very strict and controlled every facet of my life and I had few friends. I had to come straight home college and was rarely allowed out. My clothes were drab and very unfashionable and I was often jibed at college for wearing out of date clothing.

Of course I was still a virgin; that goes without saying!

I really wanted to leave home but with Dad drinking more heavily I was worried about him and he insisted that I remain at home to help look after him. 

One Friday evening I came into the lounge from my bedroom and found that my Father was a little drunk and agitated.

"Come to my bedroom," he said.

I did as I was told, and followed his to the bedroom that he used to share with Mom and found that he had laid out some of Mom's clothes on the bed. I was very confused.

"Why have you laid out some of Mom's old clothes?" I asked.

"You need to understand that with your Mother gone I need someone to do some special things that Mom used to do for me before she went away," he said.

"I need you to take on some more responsibilities; to do some special things that you Mom did only for me. Do you understand?"

I didn't; and I looked at Dad with confusion.

"It's ok; don't worry; I'll show you, and I won't hurt you. But these things I need you to do must remain private between us. They need to be our very special secret; something that remains very special; something that we share with no one else. Do you understand?" he said.

I was still very confused but he was my Father and I loved him. He was so lonely since Mom had gone and I would do anything to make him happy. The thought of having a special secret that only my Father and I shared was also very appealing.

"Ok Dad," I whispered.

My father had me take a shower and after I towelled off he had me stand naked before him, slender and pale. I was very nervous about this but Dad had been insistent. 

"I'm going to show you how to do things now that only mature women know about. You may find them a little a strange and difficult to learn at first. But with practice you will become good at them and it will please me immensely," Dad said in soothing tone.

"Come and sit here in front of the dressing table and we will begin," he said.

I sat at the dressing table and looked at myself in the mirror. My face was clean, my skin clear and youthful. My straight brunette hair, still slightly damp from my bath, framed my face and cascaded down to just above my shoulders.

"Just relax and watch what I do ok?" he said sternly.

I nodded my compliance and looked down at the top of the dressing-table. Mom's cosmetics were arranged exactly as she had left them before she went away.

"I have read up on how to do this and I watched your Mother do it for all those years we were together, but I'm sure that in time you will be able to do this on your own; and do it a lot better than I will tonight," Dad said.

I was still confused and bewildered; but again I nodded my compliance and sat still on the hard wooden chair in front of the makeup mirror.

My Father took up a damp sponge and opened a bottle of foundation and applied generous amounts of the makeup to my face and neck. I sat still and inhaled the scent of the makeup and watched my face gradually become a little darker as the makeup covered my skin and concealed some small blemishes.

Then he picked up a brush and applied a lighter coloured face powder and set the foundation. He then rouged my cheeks, accenting my high cheekbones. He fussed around my eyes applying liberal amounts of eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara and then finished with another light dusting of powder and applied two coats of plum-red lipstick to my lips.

Dad then took my hands and feet into his lap and one at a time painstakingly painted all of my fingernails and toenails with plum-red nailpolish that matched the lipstick I was wearing.

"Sit here and let the makeup set and nailpolish dry," he said, "I'll get us both a drink."

He came back with a tumbler full of scotch for himself and an icy cold Coke for me. Father had been drinking a lot since Mom went away and he often smelt of scotch and cigarettes. He drank his scotch and I sipped at my Coke as the nailpolish dried; I was a little surprised when I saw the red lipstick stain I left on the neck of the bottle of Coke.

Next he brushed my hair, which I found it soothing after the ordeal of him putting on my makeup. But then he frizzed it and teased it out; styling it similar to how the girls at college wore their hair. When he finished he led me to the bed and had me sit.

"Your Mother's clothes may be a little bit big for you; but they will do for now until we can buy some nice clothes in your size," he said, looking at the clothes he had carefully laid out on the bed.

I was the same height as my Mother had been; but she had been curvy, whereas I was slim and gangly with hardly any breasts. My legs had taken on some shape when I entered adolescence and by buttocks had developed, but my body shape was still very gawky for a twenty-year-old.

"Now pay attention while I show you how to dress," he said.

"I've watched your Mother do this many times and helped her sometimes too; but as this is your first time wearing fashionable clothes you will need to pay attention."

I nodded my compliance. Although I couldn't understand for the life of me why my Father wanted to dress me like may Mother, I loved him and would do anything he wanted if it made him happy.

I knew that he had been sad and lonely since Mom went away; and if doing this helped him get over his melancholy, it was a small price for me to pay.

Dad took a pair of glossy, sheer to the waist, taupe pantyhose and rolled them up my legs and stood me up and pulled them tight around my buttocks. The nylon felt soft and slippery on my legs, not unpleasant but strange.

I forced myself to smile and sat down tentatively on the bed. The smell and taste of the makeup and the feel of the sleek nylons on my legs were unfamiliar to me but I shrugged my shoulders and let my Father continue.

He handed me a pair of peach coloured, full cut, satin panties.

"Put these on," he said; his voice had become dry and hoarse.

I slid into the panties, the silky satin of the panties created little electric shocks as they rubbed against the sheer nylons when I slid them up my legs. The feeling was not unpleasant but it was a little unnerving. The panties were so different than the cotton underpants that I had always worn.

"Ok this is going to a little difficult; but I think we can manage," Dad said, holding up a matching peach coloured satin bra.

He clipped the side panels of the bra together and pulled the shoulder straps as tight as he could and got me to hold up my hands and pulled the bra over my head and down onto my chest. The straps held the cups at the right height on my chest but even with the side-panel clasps on the smallest setting the bra was too loose around my chest.

"Don't worry; I expected this," Daddy said and rummaged around in the dresser.

He found a safety pin and had me turn around and pulled the side panels tight and pinned the back fastener with the safety pin and smoothed the satin material into place. The bra was now a snug fit but the deflated cups looked pathetic on my skinny body because I had not developed the breasts to fill them!

My Father looked at the puzzled look on my face and his face broke into a smile.

"Don't worry I've thought about this too!" he beamed.

He rummaged around in the dresser drawers again and produced a few pairs of pantyhose. He scrunched them into two balls and squeezed them into the cups of the bra.

"Perfect thirty-six C's; just like your Mom's!" he smiled, and went back to scribbling on the pad.

He reached down under the bed and pulled out a pair of Mom's shoes. They were patent leather black high-heeled pumps with four inch heels. Mom only worn them on rare occasions when she and Dad were going out to somewhere special. I frowned as my Father lifted my foot and for the first time noticed the plum red nailpolish on my toenails gleaming through the gauzy nylon of my stockings.

My Father carefully slid my foot into one of my Mother's high heels and amazingly it felt like a perfect fit! He had me slip on the other shoe and helped me to my feet. I tottered on the high heels and I had to hold onto Dad's shoulders until I got my balance.

"Not bad!" he said, kneeling at my feet and poking at the soft leather of the pumps to see how they fit on my feet.

He sat me back down on the bed and went back to the dresser and rummaged around in Mom's jewellery box and came back with a handful of glittering jewellery and arranged it on the bedspread.

He selected a simple gold ankle-chain and fastened it around my slim ankle. The gold twinkled in the light against the sheen of my nylons. Then he had me hold out my arm and he fastened two gold bracelets around my left wrist, and my Mother's elegant gold watch on my right. He put two of her gold rings on my fingers and then he reached behind me and clipped a gold chain, from which hung a blood-red stone set in gold, around my neck.

My Father had refused to let me get my ears pierced, saying that it was radical and un-Christian. But I was a little surprised to find that my Mother had clip-on earrings when Dad clipped matching drop earrings to my ears; the blood-red stones bumped against my neck when I moved.

He came back to the bed holding an ornate purple glass bottle. I recognised it as my Mother's favourite perfume that she only wore on special Occasions: 'Poison'.

"Hmmm my favourite perfume," Dad said and sprayed it liberally over my neck and chest and then he shocked me as he sprayed some on my thighs.

Dad looked at my shocked reaction and smiled.

"Your Mother used to spray some perfume there you know; when she dressed to go out to special places with me? You said that you would help and do the special things that Mom used to do for me for me, right?" he said a little petulantly.

I couldn't refuse my Father; not when he looked so sad like that. I put on my best smile.

"Of course Dad," I smiled at him, and my heart sang as he smiled back.

The smell of Mother's perfume and the taste of her lipstick bought back memories of how she used to smell and taste when she kissed me goodnight before going out with Dad to somewhere special. But this was all before she went away, and I forced myself not to become sad at the memory. Dad saw my smile fade and he lifted me to my feet and grinned.

"Come on and let me have a good look at you; come and stand in front of the full length mirror," he said excitedly, turning off the overhead lights so that the room was bathed only in subtle lamplight.

I held onto Father's hand as I tottered on the unfamiliar high heels over to the mirror. I looked in the mirror and was amazed at what I saw! My Father was beaming but I was dumbfounded.

I had been transformed from a gangly, pale, immature twenty-something into a sexy nymph. The heavy makeup, lingerie, hairstyle and heels gave me the appearance of being a more mature women; sexy and attractive. Staring at my reflection I noticed how much I looked like my Mother; especially dressed like this.

My brunette hair, now teased out, framed my heavily made-up face. My lips were full and red, my fine cheekbones defined by rouge, my dark eyes enhanced by the black mascara and eyeliner and complemented by the pink and blue eyeshadow. My plum-red lips were pouty and sensual. My necklace and earrings glittered and drew my gaze down to my skinny chest sprouting a pair of false breasts encased in the peach satin bra.

Then my eyes strayed down my smooth slender body to my hips and to the the peach satin panties. My long coltish legs shimmered in the sheer hosiery, my well defined legs ending in the shiny, black leather, high-heeled pumps; the gold chain on my ankle glimmered in the delicate light.

I lifted my hands and put them on my hips; my plum-red fingernails, gold bracelets, red gemstones and rings glimmered in the subtle light.

My Father looked at me standing there staring at myself in the mirror and bent down and eased one of my feet forward and then slightly turned the other foot outwards. He lifted my chin and then stood back and looked me up and down.

"Magnificent!" he said, and reached for his scotch and took a long pull.

I looked at myself critically; I thought I looked like one of those heavily made-up fashion models that I had saw in magazines. But then, when I thought about it, I realised I probably looked more like the trollops that plastered the pages of my Father's dirty magazines that he kept hidden away in the tool shed.

But there was no doubt about it; my resemblance to my Mother was uncanny.

Now I was really confused; for the first time in my life, I looked, felt, tasted and smelt like a grown up woman; a whore-like parody of my Mom. Although these were her clothes, she had never teased out her hair like this, or wore her makeup like this, or wore this much perfume, or wore this much jewellery. Mother was fine and elegant; not a slattern and never gaudy.

I looked at my Father questioningly and I saw the agony on his face when he saw a single, mascara-stained, tear run down my cheek. He put down his drink and led me back to the bed and sat down beside me.

"Ok; if you don't want do this special thing for me that's ok," he sighed.

"You can get undressed and clean yourself up and we'll never talk about this ever again; it never happened," he whispered and I saw a tear streak down his cheek and then he put his head in his hands.

I turned around and threw my arms around my Daddy and hugged him close; he opened his arms and pulled me close, his head resting in the crook of my neck.

"I'll do anything you want Dad," I whispered.

HE stroked my hair and held me tight, the bristles on his cheek tickling my neck. Then he lifted his head and kissed me on the lips, he hadn't done that for a long time, and then he smiled into my face and my heart soared.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too Daddy," I replied.

When we both regained our composure he led me back and sat me in front of the makeup mirror and repaired my damaged makeup. This time the hard chair felt subtly different against my skin through the silky material of my panties and pantyhose. It felt nice; sort of comforting.

He led me back to the bed; I was getting slowly better at walking in the unfamiliar high heels, and had me stand at the base of the bed while he selected the last garments for me to wear.

I had trouble buttoning up the blue satin blouse that Dad had handed to me and he had to help. He held out a navy blue skirt and had me step into it; as he pulled the skirt up I received little stimulating shocks of pleasure as the satin lining slid up my nyloned legs.

I was the same height as my Mother so the hem sat perfectly, six inches above my knees. I looked down and was surprised to see a pair of sleek hosed legs showing from below the hem of the navy blue skirt, terminating at a pair of slim ankles and feet shod in black high heels.

Dad straightened my skirt and adjusted my blouse and then he led me back to the full-length mirror and I was amazed at the difference that the skirt and blouse had made to my appearance. I still looked like a slattern with my heavy makeup, hair and gaudy accessories; but the navy skirt and satin blouse preferred a veneer of sophistication. My Father spun me on my heels and I saw that the rear of my skirt had a kick pleat that showed about six inches of the back of my nyloned thighs.

He hugged me and kissed me on the lips again. This time the kiss went on a little longer and I was beginning to feel a little unsettled, but when he looked into my eyes and beamed, I melted in his arms and gave him a quick peck back and then stepped back a little.

"What are we going to do now?" I asked.

"Let's just go and sit in the lounge with the TV turned down low and the lights off; just like I used to do with your Mother after you had gone to bed," he smiled.

"Oh sure Dad," I smiled back.

Now I realised what my Father wanted! He wanted me to dress up like Mother and sit and keep him company just like she used to before she went away. He was lonely and missed his wife! All he wanted from me was the companionship that he no longer had.

I loved my Father so much that this was the least I could do for him.

"Come on Dad; let's go sit and watch some TV!" I giggled and led the way into the lounge, tottering on my high heels.

I sat on the lounge feeling quite strange in the unfamiliar clothing. The rustle of the satin and nylon and the smell and taste of the cosmetics and perfume was actually quiet pleasant. I was starting to understand why the girls my age liked to dress like this.

He turned out all of lights, pulled the drapes, checked the doors were locked and then he came sat down close beside me sipping at a fresh glass of scotch.

"Do you want anything?" he asked.

"No thanks; I'm fine just sitting here with you," I smiled up at him.

Dad leaned down and kissed me again, a little longer this time which I again found a little unsettling, but I realised he was just showing his appreciation to me.

We sat like that in the dim glow of the TV for a long time, hey had put his arm around me and I rested my head on his shoulders. I had sometimes seen Mom and Dad sitting like this late at night. It was comforting for me to know that I was making my Father happy.

Every now and then Dad would kiss me on the lips and with his other hand he would stroke my thigh where my skirt had ridden up. I stiffened when he did this but he turned to look at me and smiled.

"It's ok; your Mother liked me to do this to her; she found it comforting," he whispered in the dark.

My Father's explanation made sense in a weird way; and besides, he was my Father and he wouldn't hurt me. He had promised me that.

I let him stroke my legs and kiss me every now and again until it was no longer a concern and concentrated on watching the TV until eventually I became sleepy.

Then he suddenly lifted himself up so that he was sitting upright on the lounge.

"You what your Mom really liked to do?" he asked.

I shook my head in response.

"When she was sleepy like you are now she liked to sit in my lap and I would cuddle her; she really liked that."

I hadn't sat in my Father's lap for quiet some time; I though I was a too old to be doing that. But if it made Daddy happy; then why not I thought?

I struggled to my feet and Daddy helped me sit down in his lap, my high heels gently tapped against his shins as he adjusted me so that my buttocks nestled in his groin.

"But you won't be able to see the TV," I said.

"It's ok; I can look around your shoulder if you lay back against me," he answered and gently eased me back so that I was leaning with my back against his chest.

I wriggled my buttocks to get comfortable; the hushed rustle of the satin lining of my skirt rubbing against the material of my panties the only sound other than Daddy's heavy breathing and dim hum of the TV.

Daddy's breathing was getting louder and laboured and I wondered if I was squashing him.

"Its fine," he said and nuzzled my neck and put his arms around me, cuddling me to him.

I settled down and got comfortable again in his lap, eventually becoming drowsy again as my Father nuzzled my neck and one of his hands returned to my thigh and stroked my nylon sheathed thigh. I made a feeble effort to remove his hand and pull the hem of my skirt down but I was quite content drifting off to sleep in the safety of my Daddy's lap, held in his warm embrace.




Daddy's Little Girl



I dozed for a while until suddenly I became fully awake and alert! I could feel something hard pressing into my buttocks! Dad's penis had become hard and was pressing against me through his trousers!

"Dad?" I whispered in the dark; wriggling my buttocks and trying to squirm free.

"Its ok; you know I won't hurt you," he whispered back as I struggled.

He held me down in his lap and I could feel his penis rubbing against my buttocks through the layers of material. My Father stroked my thighs and his other arm snaked around my waist holding me down into his lap. He was thrusting his hips and I could feel that my skirt was beginning to ride up my waist so that now his erection was rubbing against my panties through the material of his trousers.

"Dad we have to stop!" I whimpered.

"I think this is going too far!" I snivelled.

"You promised me that you would make me happy and I promised you that I wouldn't hurt you," he whispered back, still nuzzling at my neck.

"Have I hurt you? Is what I'm doing hurting you?" he asked; the tone of his voice now stricter.

"No," I answered.

"Just let me do this for little while; it makes him feel good, and your Mother liked it a lot," he said.

My Father was right; he hadn't actually hurt me; and in a way it was sort of comforting rocking back and forth in his lap. 

I relaxed, and for about fifteen minutes I was content to let my Father rub his penis against my buttocks as I swayed gently back and forth in his lap; his hips thrusting up in time with my rocking. My skirt was rucked right up around my waist now and Daddy's penis felt rock hard against my buttocks. The material of my panties hissed against the gusset of my pantyhose as his member, still trapped inside his trousers, rubbed itself in the crease of my buttocks. It was getting warm down there and my own sex organs were emitting a nice tingly feeling.

Father had moved both of his hands down to my lap and as one of them fondled my stockinged legs, the other hand crept across to the front panel of my satin panties and just rested there, his fingers gently caressing the satin material.

Then he suddenly lifted me up in his lap and one of his hands began to fumble with his flies; as I heard the ominous sound of his zipper opening I again began to struggle and whine. I was tottering with my heels resting precariously on the floor as I tried to push myself out of his lap. My Father held me around the waist firmly with his other arm.

"Now, now, now!" he said determinedly, "Stop being silly!"

"I told you I won't hurt you and I won't! But you have to trust me!" he said.

I stopped fighting and allowed him to lower me down into his lap again, determined that if he hurt me I was going to struggle for all I was worth!

But he didn't hurt me. He sat me back down in his lap and I could no longer feel his erection on my buttocks. I stopped the last of struggles and leaned back against him again.

"You won't hurt me will you Daddy? You love me don't you?" I whimpered.

"I love as much as I loved your Mother," he said and turned my head and kissed me hard on the lips.

Then I felt my Father's hands push my thighs tightly together in his lap and he started gently thrusting up and down again.

His erection was now between my thighs!

It felt hot, smooth and hard against the skin of my thighs through the silky material of my pantyhose. It didn't feel at all menacing and if anything it was soothing compared to the feeling of it jutting into the crease of my buttocks. I let my Dad probe his erection between my thighs feeling the heat of his throbbing organ through the gauzy nylon. After a while I could feel my pantyhose become a little wet where he was rubbing against them but it still felt nice and comforting.

He was raining kisses on my lipsticked lips and I felt the lipstick smear across my face as his kisses became more fervent. I found this was a little disconcerting but decided not to anger him any further. I pushed my buttocks down into his lap and wriggled my hips hoping that he would like it and that it was the sort of thing Mom might have done for him. His erection was now trapped in the Vee of my thighs rubbing against my nyloned thighs and the silken gusset of my panties.

The nice tingly feeling had returned as Daddy's erection rubbed against my crotch through the gossamer material of my underwear.

Dad was gasping and moaning between the kisses and although I somehow knew what we were doing was terribly wrong it didn't matter because it was our special secret and I was making my Daddy happy. I was doing the special things that Mom used to do for him when she was still here; the special things that made my Father happy.

Then he reached down between my legs and he took hold of his erection and slid it under the material of my panties so that only the gusset of my pantyhose prevented it from touching my naked skin.

Now I did begin to struggle again but it was a half hearted effort, and the when Dad's fingers ripped a hole in the gusset of my pantyhose the sound had a finality to it that matched my utter compliance.

I screamed into my Daddy's mouth as his penis entered me; the pain was almost unbearable.

He covered my mouth with his lips; still kissing me as he twisted my head around and gasped into my mouth.

"Hush! Hush! Hush!" he panted, "The pain will ease; I promised you I wouldn't hurt you and I know that now I have; but if you keep still it will be ok."

I forced myself to relax as his member expanded inside me, slowly working its way deeper and deeper. I found that if I concentrated and relaxed the muscles down there that it didn't hurt as much.

When he was fully inside me I felt full and stretched to the limit; his erection throbbed inside me as we both sat completely still; my muscles relaxed and to my surprise the nice tingly feeling started to return slowly replacing the pain.

I lifted myself up a little and it started to hurt again, but not as bad. I pushed down and it hurt some more but this time the tingly feeling was stronger than the pain. I leaned forward a little until my heels rested on the floor; and then I ever so slowly began to ride up and down on my Father's cock.

At first the movements were infinitesimal; but as I became more accustomed to his penis filling me up and throbbing inside me I was able to slowly increase the amount of his member that I let slide in and out of me. After a few minutes his penis was sliding easily in and out of me and Dad was thrusting in time with me as I rode up and down in his lap.

Leaning forward with my heels on the floor I couldn't turn my head to kiss him but the warm tingly feeling emanating from my crotch and the sound of by buttocks slapping against his lap as I rode him more than compensated for the pleasure of kissing him.

Dad's hands gripped my thighs so tightly that he tore my pantyhose and I felt his fingernails dig into my sensitive skin. I rode up and down on him as he groaned and gasped, my own cries of pleasure mingling with his in the gloomy lounge. His sweat and my perfume combined with the musky smell emanating from our sex organs enveloped us in a steamy miasma.

I didn't know how long I was supposed to keep doing this for my Father but he was obviously getting immense please from it and as long as the nice pleasurable feeling kept building up from crotch I was happy to keep doing it all night if I could!

Then my Father's fingers clenched my thighs in a vice like grip and he pulled me down hard into his lap. He thrust up hard and groaned and I knew that something special was happening as my heels drummed on the floor.

His penis convulsed as he released himself deep inside me; he reached around and squeezed my penis, milking me until I ejaculated and flooded the front of my silky satin panties with my own warm semen.

Tomorrow Daddy would come to watch me, his only son, play football on the hallowed ground of our town's college football field; but tonight I was Daddy's little girl!

The End 



Daddy's Little Girl



Ever since I was a little girl I've always been a fan of my Dad. Before I get into anything I'll give you a little background information. 

I am a middle child in a family of 7. 6 boys and I am the only girl. My parents split up last year after my Mum was caught cheating. My name is Jess, I have short brown hair and bright blue eyes. I'm 5 foot 5 and quite slim. I have size D breasts; it attracts a lot of guys.

Last year just before my parents split up I moved out to go to college. It's 3 hours away from home so I thought it would be best not to commute every day. I was only 17 when I moved out so my Dad was very protective of me. I promised to come home every weekend to visit, but after 4 months I decided every second weekend would be more appropriate. That soon grew annoying as well and I decided to visit once a month. My dad was lonely at home and depressed after the divorce. My Mum got custody of my younger brothers so my dad resorted to drinking. I was so busy with college I had visited in 5 months. Last month I turned 18 though and I figured I should come home to visit and that's when everything started.

I had a long trip on a bus before getting home and was quite tired. I walked through the door and my dad ran toward me and smiled. He picked me up and hugged me hard.

"Jess!! Oh look at you! You're even more beautiful then I remembered." He said still smiling. It was unusual for him to say stuff like that. 

"Oh Daddy don't be silly. How have you been? Are you ok? Dad... is that a beer? It's 2pm!" I became a little angry at him, I want him to act more sensibly.

"It's ok Jess. I'm not drunk." He stammered.

We chatted for hours and had dinner and kept chatting. I was getting tired though so I got up to do the dishes. Dad was standing behind me and put his huge hands on my hips and was swaying a little. He moved in closer and I distinctly felt his cock rub against my ass. He leant forward and started kissing me neck which gave me goose bumps. 

"Dad stop it. You're being silly. You're way to drunk" I pushed him away and retired to my bed. 

I was laying on my side just about asleep when I felt my Dad lay beside me. He put his arm over me and pulled me in tight. 

"Dad. What are you doing?" I asked sleepily.

"It's cold and I gave you most of my blankets, so I thought I could stay in here tonight." He said harmlessly.

I just nodded and tried to go to sleep. As I was laying there his hand that was on my stomach moved up below my breasts. He thumb was resting on the inner side of my right breast and his fore finger just under it. I wriggled a bit, it was uncomfortable to have my father so close. His hand moved up again and cupped my breast. I moved quickly and jumped out of bed.

"I think I'll sleep on the couch." I protested.

I was a virgin, never had a boyfriend. It was awkward to be touched so intimately. I slept on the couch and the next morning Dad acted as though he didn't remember anything. I gathered he was to drunk.

That evening dad made me a strawberry milkshake. But strangely 30 minutes later I was so tired. I felt like I was going to just pass out. I said goodnight and went to bed. I think I had been asleep for an hour before I woke up to my dad in bed next to me. He was watching me with his hand on my naked stomach. I could barely open my eyes I was so drowsy. I felt his huge hand move up onto my breasts and he fondled me softly. I tried to say no and moved but I couldn't talk or move. I realized later that I had a something in my mouth and my hands tied up. 

Dad was still squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples. It felt good, but it felt wrong. I was wriggling a bit but couldn't find the strength to move. He leant down and started kissing my neck softly then bit my earlobe.

"It's ok Jess. Daddy's here baby girl. I drugged you but it's going to be ok." He whispered.

His hand left my breasts and moved down. I realized I wasn't wearing clothes anymore. His hand explored my stomach and then went further down. I felt his cold hand moved across my pussy. He lightly rubbed it then pulled my lips apart. His finger ran up my pussy between my lips and circled my tiny bud. He wickedly smiled at me. I had horror in my eyes and I whimpered. I finalled mustered enough courage to scream out.

"No!! STOP!" I yelled. 

His hand came down quickly and slapped my face. 

"Be quiet baby or I'll have to do this the hard way." He said nastily. 

Just then his huge index finger rammed into my hole. I cringed at the unexpected forced entry. Nothing has been up there before. Not even a tampon. It hurt so much.

"Ooh baby you are so tight. Daddy's cock will love this." He said seductively.

I blinked slowly and a tear that was caught in my eyelashes ran down my cheek. I shook my head pleading with him. 

His finger went in and out, in and out. My body was reacting and his finger started to become slippery. All of a sudden my body shook and my stomach tightened. Moans came from within. When it was over I felt so dirty. I knew what just happened and it was horrible.

"Oh my baby just came on daddy's finger... how sweet." Dad whispered in my ear. 

He stood up and took off his clothes. His cock was as hard as a rock and at least 11 inches long. He leant forward again to my ear.

"Don't make a noise or else."

He pulled out the material in my mouth which I soon realized were my panties from earlier. He quickly filled my mouth with his hard cock. I gagged but he didn't pull it out. He ran the whole 11 inches down my throat fucking my face furiously. I was on the verge of vomiting but he didn't stop. I could barely breathe and I started flopping about for air. He pulled out and moved down. His lips covered mine and his tongue was lashing about inside my mouth. All of a sudden the worst pain in the world shot over me. He pushed his cock in just enough to break my hymen. He pulled out slowly and thrusted in with a great force. He buried his whole 11 inches inside me. I was crying and whimpering but too scared to move in case he'd tear me open. He pushed in and out, completely fucking my brains out. It hurt so much but he didn't care. He wasn't usually like this. He moved up a little to get in further and his cock popped out. I could feel it rubbing my clit but then he pushed it hard and it went right up into my pussy. I was shaking as it hurt so much but he was having a good time. His pace quickened and then I felt a hot liquid come flying out into me. He left it in for a while and slowly pulled it out. He stuck his messy cock into my mouth and I could taste his cum, my pussy juices and my blood. I was still crying a lot, I felt so degraded.

My dad pulled me close and cuddle me.

"I'm sorry baby girl. I love you so much."



Daddy's little girl



He unlocked the door and entered the house. It was 1:00 and he'd just come back from work and a visit to the bar. Jim was surprised he'd made it home without being stopped by the cops. He was beyond intoxicated.

Locking the door behind him he planned to enter the bed he shared with his wife, Jenny. Then he remembered she was away on a business trip. Not wanting to sleep alone tonight he planned to take a visit to his daughter's room.

Jenny and his daughter Crystal had much in common. They both had unbelievable curves though recently Crystal had outgrown her mother.

Jenny was curvy at a 32G-26-32 in. figure. With light brown eyes and long brown hair cascading down her shoulders you would think she was the vision of sexiness until you saw her daughter.

Crystal now was at 36G-26-34 in. and the goddess of his fuck dreams. she had light brown eyes but was blond. And now that her mother was away the 18 year old was his to fuck.

He quietly entered the sleeping teenager's room and was awestruck. Crystal lay there in complete nudity except for her green g-string that looked like it was flossing her cunt.

Too much temptation to resist he went over to her bed. Jim grabbed on to a breast but couldn't even fit it in his hand. While fondling the huge tit he kissed her. Not at all like a fatherly kiss. This was full on slobber mode.

He let go of the breast and used his hands to separate her lips. Then he started in search for her tongue. He licked on it sucking on to it. He let go of her mouth hearing her moans. She was awake.

"Daddy?" she asked in surprise.

"Yes its daddy Crystal." he replied fully on top of her now. Rubbing his thick 8 and a half inch erection against her g-string. He could feel her pussy juices flowing as he humped her pussy through her underwear.

" MMMMMMMMM Daddy what are you doing? we shouldn't be doing this. I'm your daughter your drunk." She argued even as she slowly met his thrusts with a grind of her sexy hips.

" Shhhhhhhhhh don't fight it baby you won't regret this." He got up and undressed so his thick fully erect cock was in plain sight.

" Daddy your so big."

"Call me Jim honey. Get your tits ready I'm going to fuck them like they've never been fucked before." 

With that he positioned himself with his dick in between her huge tits. She squeezed her breast together and moved them along his cock. " yes Jim." she replied.

He begin to thrust at her boobs fast and uncontrollably. He movement were more forceful and quick than any person she'd ever fucked. However she had been fucking boys this was a man.

She could barely keep up with his wild sex movements. Fifteen minutes of tit fucking and she could tell it wasn't enough for him. He would fuck her pussy tonight.

He took out his dick from the embrace of her tits.He took off her g-string and there was her soaking wet pussy.

" Jim fuck me Jim I'm so wet Jim." she was moaning and yelling showing her pleasure. Talking dirty to him driving him wild. Crystal was screaming things like " Daddy please fuck me. Fuck me wild and crazy. I want your cock in my cunt. Daddy drive my 18 year old pussy wild." and he would.

Roughly he inserted three fingers and fingered her pussy. removing them they came back out wet with her pussy juices. He placed them in front of her mouth and instructed her to suck them.

"Yes Jim." she replied eagerly sucking onto his fingers. Licking up her pussy juices from his fingers. " Jim I taste good." 

"Do you now? Is daddy's little slut delicious?" he replied. tempted he moved his head down to her pussy. Smelling the cunt that would be his today. He took long slow licks. Then his licks became uncontrolled a frenzy of kisses on her clit and pussy.

He ate her out enjoying her taste too much. Wildly sucking and tasting as if to eat her alive. He got and said " Now I'm going to fuck you. and I'll fuck you good better than anyone else and after this is over I'll fuck you how I want, when I want, Where I want, with whom I want, and with what I want.

Spreading her legs apart he plunged his dick deep into her pussy. As if trying to reach into her womb. He thrust over and over wildly fucking her. mmmmmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssss dadddyyyyyyyyyyyyy yes Jimmmmmmmmm fuckkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeee! she yelled loudly. she was beyond pleasure and in the throes of orgasms over and over.

30 minutes later or maybe more he felt his own coming along. He yelled his voice booming " I'm cumming. I'm going to cum in my daughter's teenage pussy. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." and many more moans and yells of pleasure.

His wild thrust shook the bed. Crystals tits bounced out of control. He grabbed on to them pinching hard. pulling at her nipples. and he came.

His seed now in her hopefully impregnating her so her could have a grandchild with even bigger tits to fuck like this.

"Daddy." she moaned after they had both been satisfied. He was laying on the bed spent. She got on top of him inserting his cock once again into her pussy. They fell asleep that way... 



Daddy's Little Girl



Any sexual involvement in this story was involved with people over 18 only. 

*

"Well that was the head master," my petite wife said as she entered the dining room with the phone in her hand and her lips pursed. Her pretty latina face looked expectantly at our daughter who sat across the table from me, a worried look on her face. My wife didn't have to say anything, but just gave her daughter that parental stare, flicking her eyes towards me to tell her to fess up to her father. I turned my head to my daughter, concerned over what had happened.

"Daddy, I was caught kissing a boy in the principle's office today," my daughter said, her face awash with shame. I was shocked. Emily was almost eighteen now, but she was still my little girl, and a no-good boy was trying to take her innocence away from her. My daughter hung her head with guilt, before looking up to me, "I'm so sorry daddy, I don't know what I was thinking I'm far too young for that." 

I couldn't sense any cynicism in her voice, and had never had a reason to mistrust her word. I took my time before saying seriously, "That was a very inappropriate thing for a young lady to be doing... but at least you can admit that you were wrong." I was relieved. I reminded myself that we had brought her up well.

After my wife joined us at the table, the topic of boys came up again, and from what my daughter was saying, it became clear to both myself and my wife that she was growing a little interest in boys, and looking at her changing body, it was understandable that boys might also be interested in her. "Emsie, you know that boys will only hurt you. They have bad minds, and after all, you are only 17!" 

She replied with a bit of frustration, "dad, I'm about to turn 18, and you know I'm not interested in boys right now. You and mom told me that I should stay away from them until after school, and that is what I am going to do!" There was that teenage attitude again.

But despite her innocent façade, my wife agreed with me that her attitude was changing, and we thought of ways which we could help her retain her respectability. Throughout her childhood, we had protected her from the whole idea of sex, but we were not so naïve as to think she knew nothing about sex. But we looked back with pride of how we kept her away from the evils of modern teenage society and the sexuality that surrounds it.

For the next week, I looked through the newspapers and visited different centres, looking for ways to help my daughter. In my profession as a landscaper, I have no use for a computer at home, so the internet could not help me in my search. This was also an important part of protecting our daughter from the evils of society. One day when I was on the job, looking through a brochure on different psychology treatments for children, three of the young builders walked past. Even though I was their superior, they gave me no respect, and hated me for constantly checking on them and giving them orders, but that's what a boss is for right?

They stopped by their cars nearby to where I was sitting, pulling out their lunch and some water. One of the surfer-looking guys asked what I was reading and I explained to him. I heard one mutter something to the other, and he suggested to just lock my daughter in the house. It was a joke and I laughed with them. 

But just as they were leaving, one of them, a sturdy, young black boy who was usually the quietest of the three, turned back to me. He was very serious when he said, "forget the jokes boss, but my uncle was having similar problems and they got great results from this clinic just out of town. Now my cousin is completing her degree in medicine and has barely even been interested in boys. It would be worth taking a visit." 

I asked him if I had a number to call, and he told me he would bring it the next day. I went home optimistic that my daughter would stay my little girl, if not in the way she looked or acted, then in her sexual experiences. 

The next day my employee forgot to bring the number (young people these days!), but the day after he had it for me. I thanked him very much, and I was so eager to get into it that I called the number and asked when I could go in and find out more. They told me I should try to come that afternoon, and to bring my daughter as well, so I made it a plan, scribbling down the address. 

I met Emsie out the front gates of her school, and she hopped in the car. I was not impressed at the clothes she was wearing, not realising it was a no-uniform day that day for charity. She had on her old daisy dukes, which did not fit her anymore. They were far too high, with a little bit of her bum poking out beneath the hem, and were also far too tight, hugging her bottom extremely closely. Her button-up blouse was a little tight, too, but not as bad. When I scolded her for her choice in clothes, she told me that neither my wife or me would take her shopping for new clothes, which was true. We detested some of the clothes worn by teenagers these days, but I made a mental note to get my wife to go shopping for some new, more appropriate clothes for our daughter. We really should have gone home for her to change, but I had booked the appointment with no time to spare, and we also had to find the place, so I drove straight to the outskirts of town.

We pulled up at the address, and I was a bit put off by the building that we found. It was a bit industrial, not very professional, and could easily have been mistaken for a block of apartments. But going inside and up to the second floor, there was a clean white door with a professional-looking plaque saying, Dr. Ray, clinical psychologist, and beneath that the name of the company, "Daddy's Little Girl".

We walked in to find a young secretary who told us to go straight through the waiting room, as Dr Ray was waiting for us. The waiting room and corridors were well done up, and I realised that in saving money on location, this small business was able to splash out on the interior decorations. Down the hall past several doors, we walked in to meet Dr Ray. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but he was a tall black man with big muscles, towering over myself and my daughter, as we were both fairly short. He wore a lab coat and was warm in his greeting. Both Emily and I were feeling a bit more comfortable when he had us sit down and exchanged a few pleasantries.

He explained in a fair amount of detail his theory of sexual tension in teenagers, and how to best relieve this without the need for the rather "sexually advanced" method of a girl and boy exploring each other. His therapy involved part psychological treatment, with discussions of feelings, and part medical treatment. The second part he explained could only be undertaken if the patient was over eighteen. Emma was eager to tell him that she turned eighteen in two days, and Dr Ray suggested we come in for the first session after then. Going back to his treatment, he got my daughter to stand up and indicated different regions where sexual tension was held, and explained that with a liquid formula developed relatively recently, this tension could be released. Here he went more serious, bringing out a device about six inches long and as thick as my finger, and told us that the only way for the liquid to be effective was to deploy it inside the vagina. I tried to remain calm as I thought of this treatment being used on my daughter, and Emma, standing next to Dr Ray had a smirk of nervous thoughts at the strange idea. 

When no verbal reaction came, he went on, saying that the deployment took some time, anywhere between half an hour to two hours depending on the amount and strength required. He let us take that in, organising a few papers before he said there was one more thing on the agenda of the initial meeting -- a discussion of clothing. 

He got my daughter to stand closer to him in the open, and looked over her clothing. She was not much taller than him when he was sitting. He got her to turn around and his eyes lingered on her bubble butt through her shorts (with a barbie batch on the right cheek, how embarrassing for me!) and her bare legs. Her skin was a golden tan colour given to her from her mother's Spanish decent. His eyes travelled up over her skinny waist and tummy, and her small breasts. Finally he smiled and looked up at her cute, innocent face, deep brown eyes, and her straight dark hair.

I expected him to tell me it was horrendous, encouraging sexual thoughts, but he surprised me again. He stated, "I understand why you are worried about your little girl's innocence, but... this type of clothing can be beneficial for a teenager to wear. By wearing such body-hugging attire, this will result in her resilience to males not being damaged, but rather strengthened. She will be more able to deter guys from her, and this is an important life lesson for any young girl. Men can be animals, especially when in the presence of such a beautiful young woman." 

I found myself nodding to his final line as Emily smiled at the doctor in mild embarrassment. So we took in his suggestion for her to wear her skimpy clothes to all her future sessions.

We left in good spirits, and were informed that the initial consultation was free. In the car, I scolded myself for not asking the costs involved for next time; if there was to be a next time.

I consulted with the wife at home, and she too was a little concerned about the medical deployment in our daughters' vagina. But when I told her of the story of the young builder's cousin, she was optimistic that our daughter should be given the same opportunity. We talked, too, to Emma, and she was willing but not too keen to undertake the treatment. But the pro's outweighed the cons and by the end of the night we had decided to book in another trip to Daddy's Little Girl therapy. I also liked the name of the clinic, it reminded me that she was MY daughter and I had responsibility for her well-being. I loved my daughter, and wanted to give her the best chance in life.

After a day out at the beach with the family and some of Emma's close friends to celebrate her 18th birthday, I felt closer to my family than ever before. We gave her an expensive gold pendant that she now wore around her neck with a photo of her two parents. We also invested some money in a five year term deposit which, when the term finished would have grown substantially and would be hers to take. But I felt we hadn't given her enough. When we got home, I rang up and booked her in for her first appointment with Dr Ray the next day. I think that could have been the best present for my girl.

The following day, I went home a little early and picked up Emma who had gotten home from school and changed clothes to the same daisy dukes, and a tight white tank top. It made her skin look even more tanned, and there was lots of skin to see. I asked her if she was comfortable in those clothes, and decided it wasn't a good idea to wear such revealing clothes. This started a minor argument, as she told me she wanted to do it right if she was going ahead with this "treatment" (she was clearly now mocking the fact that I thought she needed help). As is always the case, she won the argument, and I gave in to her point of view.

We arrived early and waited in the waiting room. There were two black men sitting in the waiting room also, who I assumed where the fathers of daughters with similar problems, but one especially looked a little young. I smiled at them knowing what they felt. 

We were called by the receptionist to go into Dr Ray's office, and found him waiting for us - again in his white lab coat. He firstly examined Emsie's clothing, smiling in approval, before he got into business. He held a clipboard and asked her different questions about her age, interests, schooling, relationships, knowledge about sex, what made her feel good and many more. I was also asked different questions, but for the most part sitting listening. Dr Ray sounded like he knew what he was doing, examining and taking notes about all the responses we gave. I noticed that there were a few security cameras in the room, and when he announced that his questions were done, I asked him about it. He explained that they were required so that we are credible for everything we do in the room, especially while making the insertions. 

The pre-consultation only took five minutes, before Dr Ray asked Emma to make her way over to a strange-looking operating chair. Its' back was slightly inclined, and there were two padded loops hanging above it on either side. I was quite interested in how this would take place, but was surprised when Dr Ray asked me to please leave the room. I asked if I could stay to observe what was happening, but he replied that most teenagers feel uncomfortable with their parents watching, and that there was a case where it resulted in serious psychological damage. Emma looked undisturbed by the fact I was leaving, obviously feeling I should not see such an insertion. I decided that yes, she was a woman now and it was definitely inappropriate for me to even consider watching.

The doctor told me that the first insertion takes some time, so I was welcomed to either stay in the waiting room, or they would call me to come pick her up. I said a quick few words to my daughter, "be calm and just remember, I wouldn't want this for you if it wasn't the best thing for you. I will be just outside the door." I left and went to sit in the waiting room. There was no way I was leaving on the first try of such a medical treatment.

As I took my seat, I noticed the same two black men sitting in the waiting room. I found a magazine and started reading it. About ten minutes passed when the receptionist called one man's name and he went down the hallway. I thought that there was another doctor treating patients, and went back to reading the magazine. About another fifteen minutes later, the man walked from the hall and straight out the door. The receptionist called the other man's name and he swaggered down the hallway. As he left, the door opened an in walked two more men, who came to sit in the waiting room. They too were black, and were about my age, but both were big muscular men. 

I flicked through all the different magazines, not realising that this part of town was so popular with black people. I had thought it was a predominantly white community. But the black men kept turning up and about 6 had gone into treatment after a bit over an hour. One man was still waiting, and sat nearby. I couldn't help but ask about why he came here.

He was about my age, and said that he was trained by Dr Ray in the insertion of the medical fluid, and it was "required as part of my job that I come here to pick up the fluid before taking it to patient's homes." He explained that Dr Ray had many people helping him with the insertions, as the business had recently grown very large.

After about an hour and forty-five minutes, I was summoned into Dr Ray's room, where my daughter smiled and gave me a hug. Dr Ray commended Emsie's patience, and said the insertion was a great success. There should be results within days, but nonetheless, you should come back for an appointment in three days time. He added, "remember that if at any time there is an urgent need for some tension release, call the clinic and we can have some fluid sent to your home."

I asked about the payment, and he said most customers bulk-bill, and the receptionist will have the payment details. It was also 15% discount for cash payments. I decided I would save the payment for another week, sick of staying in the waiting room, and while we walked to the car, noticed my baby girl walking a little funny.

At home my wife and I asked Emily what happened in the doctor's room. She explained that she had to take her clothes off while Dr Ray looked the other way, preparing the fluids. She then lay down on the chair, and Ray helped her lift her legs into the hoops. "He adjusted it because I'm smaller than most of his other patients. My legs were pushed right back and my vagina, well he said to call it a pussy, was all exposed. He then made some more adjustments and gave me something to put over my eyes. It was like goggles that were completely black. When I asked why I had to wear them he said if I didn't, I would be distracted and the treatment was likely to take four times as long. And if they were taken off at any time during the insertion, the whole session was wasted."

My wife and I listened intently as Emily gave a description of the first time something moved inside her pussy. "It felt warm and a bit weird, and it was kinda'-" 

"Speak properly, Emma, what does 'kinda' mean?"

Emma gave an annoyed glance at me before continuing, "it was a little bit painful for a while, but something was tingly and eventually I felt quite good down there. Ray said this would usually happen and the object continued moving in. This was then taken out and something slightly larger was put in. It felt really tight, and Ray was really good. He went nice and slowly. I'm sure his other patients wouldn't be as small so he took his time. Again it went in about this much," (she held her hands apart about ten centimetres), "and then he pulled it out very quickly. It was so strange, I felt empty, but then there was another object put in. It was wider again, and he said this was the actual insertion device. It took a while to go in. This device was used for the rest of the time, and Ray seemed to be very practiced in everything that he was doing. It was a very complicated procedure, and I could literally feel the tension being released. It felt reallllly good a lot of times. Then several times throughout the insertion, I could feel the fluid being injected really deep, and he said the deeper it's inserted, the more effective it is. I think it has started to help me already," my daughter smiled at me and thanked me for signing her up for it.

My wife seemed contempt with what she had heard. It was nothing too unexpected. We knew our Emsie was a small girl and it was going to be difficult. We told Emsie to go finish her homework before going to bed. Later that night I was surprised when my wife asked me if I wanted to have sex. This usually happened about once a month, but I was feeling ready, so I allowed her to make use of my mini man. 

Three days later I picked up an excited Emily from home wearing a dress that came down to the top of her thighs. It was tight all over and very revealing. Just what the doctor ordered.

We went through another five-minute consultation before I was once again kicked out of the room. I had asked if I could leave her alone but Emily had said she preferred that I was just outside. Dr Ray, or as Emily had become know to call him, Ray, smiled at that. I think he understood the innocence of the eighteen year old.

I came prepared with a book this time as I watched about ten black men go in and out of the clinic before the 90 minute insertion was complete. This time I paid the bill, amounting to far more than I had first thought. But it was worth it. In fact, I realised we may have to cut back on some of the other spending in order to continue the sessions. Dr Ray suggested that Emily come again in a few days and then twice a week on Mondays and Thursdays. He also suggested that we should start in-home insertions. They would not take as long, and would be performed by one of his trained practitioners.

After consulting with the wife, we decided we'd give it a try, as the more fluid entering our girl, the sooner she would be free of the worry of boys. So the routine started, with Mondays and Thursdays becoming the days Emily looked forward to. She said Ray made her feel so good, it felt like a burden being lifted, all her pent up stress being released. And after the clinic she would be in a state of tired bliss. I loved to see my girl happy, and that is what she was. Often she would come home from school the next day and say she still felt the fluids inside her, making myself and my wife happy with the treatment we were paying for. 




Daddy's Little Girl



On the Friday of the next week, we organised for a first in-house insertion, expecting the man to come at 8pm to deploy the fluid in our daughter. At about 8.20pm a knock brought us both to the door, finding a well-built black man standing at the door. He looked like a businessman in his suit, crinkled from a hard day's work. We invited him inside and he complemented my wife's looks. She is quite pretty and I agreed with him. 

Emily came downstairs in some old pyjamas, barely containing her little rump inside her shorts, and plenty of belly showing beneath her pink t-shirt. The practitioner became nervous, but decided he must get to business, as he was already late. He asked if there was a place for her to lie down, and we suggested her bedroom. "That would be great," he said, and followed us all into the bedroom. He then said that would be all, and asked us to leave him to it. 

"Have fun baby!" her mother said before the door closed, the last thing I saw was Emily falling back onto the bed with a big smile on her face.

We went back downstairs and waited while the insertion took place. We heard some movements going on, assuming the practitioner had begun, and after about 5 minutes, we heard Emily's voice. She was making moaning noises, which stopped and started and sometimes heard some screaming. I was tempted to go inside, but remembered that disturbing the insertion could lead to a loss of the fluid completely.

After about 40 minutes, the man re-emerged and came downstairs. He looked tired and told us the charge. We paid in cash, saving 15%, and he left. We went upstairs to find our girl sound asleep in her bed. I shagged my wife that night.

The routine continued for a couple of weeks, with two clinical insertions and the Friday home insertion. Emily seemed happier than ever. At school in the following weeks, Emily had her first lesson of history with the new teacher, replacing the one who had taken leave. Emily immediately recognised the man as one of the practitioners who had visited her house, and after class, went to talk to him. Mr Lee, as all the students called him, was nervous as she approached him, and asked her to wait until all the students had left the room. He then disclosed to Emily that as a doctor for Dr Ray, he was not allowed to teach one of his patients, saying he would get in big trouble by the school and the doctor's agency. Not knowing what to do, Emily said that he would have to quit one of his jobs then, as it was not right, and she was brought up to go by the rules.

The big, black Mr Lee was reduced to his knees, making their faces about level, as he pleaded with her not to tell, and then gave her a proposition. He offered to give her a weekly injection for free. This did not convince Emily until he reminded her of the costs her family was paying and the amount that could be saved just by keeping her cute little mouth shut. Finally she agreed and was made to promise not to tell anyone, not her parents or even Dr Ray, that the fluid deployment was taking place. Emily agreed, but only if he gave her an injection of fluid that afternoon. So the black teacher told her to meet him in his office after classes, and gave her a thorough deployment while she lay goggled on his desk.

The routine was going swimmingly, until one day I went to pick Emily up from school and saw her kissing a boy. She got in the car upset at being caught, and I scolded her. What upset my wife and I most though is that she didn't tell the boy to go away straight away and she had confessed to actually enjoying the experience.

We booked an appointment for that night and both my wife and I went with her to see the doctor. She told Dr Ray about the event. Ray talked her through it and settled me and my wife down. He suggested that if the current amount of fluid was not working, there was another option to increase the strength. He said that was through insertion into her anus. 

He paused as we were all stunned. It would not only allow more fluid to be injected at insertions, but would increase the strength of each one. The entire goal of reducing sexual desire would be achieved in less time, meaning less money spent on coming to insertions in the long term. I was unsure, but my wife seemed to think it was the only option. Perhaps driven to repel further events like the one I witnessed in the afternoon, I agreed that it was best for Emily in the long run, so we agreed. 

Dr Ray said he could give the secondary insertion a trial run that night, firstly inserting in the vagina before the additional deployment in the anus, and Emily said she thought she needed it. So my wife and I waited out in the waiting room. As it was quite late, we only saw two men come in to receive their fluid refills. 50 minutes later, our daughter emerged, walking a bit funny again, but all with a smile on her face. She looked so small next to the big doctor, who was wearing jeans and a t-shirt because it was so late. I noticed him looking at my wife a few times as we exited the clinic. Emily seemed to be very happy with the secondary insertion method, so we went ahead with a new regime of both primary and secondary insertions occurring each time. Also, we agreed to add another home insertion during the week. 

The next time the home insertion came, we were surprised to find two bulky men at the door. It made sense though, as they were each only trained at primary or secondary insertions. My wife warmly invited them into our house and I showed them both into Emma's room where she sat on her bed doing her homework, "darling, put your books away, these kind men have come to give you your insertion this late at night. Where are your manners?" With that I left them, closing the door behind me as my daughter cleared her bed. This insertion was the first of many that lasted quite late into the night, and it soon became routine for me to pay the two men on arrival and be in bed asleep before they had finished.

All visits to and from "Daddy's Little Girl" took longer than before, and as Emily became more comfortable with the treatment, I no longer needed to stay. I dropped her off, watched her walk in her skimpy clothes past the black men in the waiting room and into the insertion room, and came back to pick her up usually three hours later. Also worth taking note of was the increase in the price as we now paid for double the fluid. 

A couple of weeks later, Emily came up to her exam period at school, and decided insertions were taking too much time out of her week for study. We consulted Dr Ray about the issue, and he again had a solution. They could deploy the fluid into her vagina and anal cavity at the same time. While this would take away from the time, it would mean a little more discomfort for Emsie. My little girl looked so brave when she said she would do it. And from then on, she was able to study, and simultaneous primary and secondary insertions became standard. 

Meanwhile at school, Emily had informed Mr Lee of her new methods of intake, and the following day, Mr Lee had one of the boys from the basketball team (Mr Lee was the coach) help him as an untrained practitioner. Emily found that each time Mr Lee was to give his free-of-charge insertions, a new member of the basketball team was there to help. Also changing were the destination of the insertion, sometimes in the boys locker-room, in the classroom, and often obscure places around the school. But Emily received her two fluid deployments simultaneously, so was happy to keep her mouth shut. 

About a week later on a Wednesday night, four black men turned up on our front porch for the home insertion. They explained at the door that "Daddy's Little Girl" was expanding and required more practitioners, so they were partaking in on-job training. The two younger men volunteered their hands, saying "it will be a pleasure to deploy in your daughter." Always on home insertions, they carried a big bag that looked quite heavy, and I assumed it was all the equipment. 

On that night, my wife and I were in a bit of a fight, and started an argument about our very infrequent sex life. We were in the kitchen when one of the men appeared in the room. "I hope I'm not being nosy, but I heard what you two were arguing about." 

We could still hear the yelps of our daughter upstairs receiving her insertion, and realised that the two trainees were taking control of the situation.

"I am Dr Ray's second in command," he said, "and I don't think Dr Ray has mentioned this to you, but before we took on this business, we often looked at situations of marital sexual frustration. Even now, we occasionally provide sex therapy to couples through the use of a different type of fluid. While the one being used on your daughter at this very moment helps to lessen sexual desire, we have developed one that increases it." 

We listened to the man carefully, taking consideration for what he offered. We told him we may talk to Dr Ray about it next therapy session, which is what we did.

My petite, latina wife started on the fluid insertion in much the same way as my daughter. As my penis had done little to prepare her for the much larger insertion tools, she said it gave a completely new sensation that invigorated her sexual desire. Eventually, she too found the sessions thoroughly enjoyable, and went on a regular basis. Her progression through the stages was rapid and was soon at the same level as Emsie, with both primary and secondary insertions taking place at the same time. 

It became a nice part of the week for our family as my wife and daughter went one after the other on some afternoons and I would meet them straight after to go out to dinner. They would often compare the feelings of the fluid inside them, and I could often see the fluid dribbling down their legs at the restaurant.

The results were great, as when we arrived home, my wife went straight into bed with me. Dr Ray advised that I use oral techniques to remove as much of the liquid from the opening as I could before having sex. Our sex life was propelled upwards as I became used to licking the fluid from her pussy and asshole. Often the holes were too loose for my penis, but this wasn't an issue as I usually got off on just eating her out.

Our bills increased substantially, meaning we were spending most of my income on the insertion sessions of my two treasured ladies. I asked my petite wife what it was like one night, and she said that the insertions had become more and more rough of late, which my daughter concurred with. They agreed however that as Ray increased the power and speed of the insertions, it seemed to increase the effect, releasing sexual energy for my daughter, or fuelling it for my wife. 

Also, the practitioners were feeling different parts of her body throughout the treatment, but Emsie assure her that this was normal, they did it all the time with her and said it was required to stimulate the sexual desire so the fluid could take full effect. Emily didn't tell us that at school it was now almost a daily routine that Mr Lee and four or more ballers would provide a double deployment either at lunch, after practice, or after school.

One night when both my daughter and wife had booked home insertions for the same time, eight big, black men rocked up to my front door. They looked down at me as they walked past, getting straight up to their rooms and into business. I waited downstairs reading, and I thought I could hear footsteps between the rooms, behind the screaming of my wife and daughter. Perhaps the four interns were just comparing the two deployments. The men left with smile on their faces when I paid them $800 for their time. I had recently closed the term deposit I had set up for my daughter, needing the cash to pay for some deployments. But the fluid was worth it as I slurped lots of it up that night.

The next day I was working with the young black guy who had first recommended Dr Ray. I made sure to thank him profusely, which the young guy accepted with a big smile on his face. On our lunch break, I saw the guy on his smart phone looking at something. Suddenly his face went shocked and he started laughing. He walked away to his two mates, showing them what was on the screen, and all three were shocked and hysterical from what they saw. They seemed to be directing their laughter a bit my way, but I took no notice. 

If I had been able to see what they were seeing, I would have seen a website called "daddys little girl", a section of the website titled 'The Roberts' opened, with the latest 2 hour video playing, showing both my daughter and my wife being double banged roughly and to much enjoyment for both the men and ladies. They were then internally creamed by two groups of black men, in the same house that their daddy and husband was waiting to pay the black men for fucking the shit out of his loved ones. They flicked back to the Roberts file and noted the many, many listed videos, from "the Teacher", to "the Gardeners", to "The basketball team", and countless dates for clinical visits. As the year went on, my wife and daughter became happier and happier, and as long as it was like this, I saw no reason at all to stop their therapy. That was about to change when I would soon find that I was going to be the father, and a grandfather to two black babies.



Daddy's Little Girl



Waiting for the next time we get together is like Christmas and a birthday at the same time, anticipating the day and at times counting the hours. 

My mind for some reason always jumps to being lovingly (but with strength and planning), with one smooth movement.. being bent over the nearest piece of furniture, the couch. You press your body against me, softly caress down my back.. where soon, our words of love will be, as a lifetime reminder of Our Love. You bend down to gain access, feverishly lifting my skirt, tracing a line of desire up my the soft, sweet skin as you do so. Caressing down into the crevice of my ass, teasing a little at each hole along the way. Feeling your fingers brush over my back door instantly puts all my nerves on edge with anticipation. Exhaling a cute and sexy sigh of want, I relax the muscles of the tight brown hole as best I can.. arch my back slightly. Picking up on my less than subtle signs of yearning, you let out a chuckle "Aawe, not this time baby, Daddy has other plans". 

Intentions to tease each of my tight little holes, is soon replaced when you the wetness from my juices I have been exuding in anticipation. You can't wait, want to tease me.. but give way to your plans, as more carnal desires overwhelm. Your finger slips in, causing you to let out a greedy, hunger-driven sound of desire and delight.... and as you do this, we both have sighs of yearning and satisfaction. I am left in what feels like total contentment, finally feeling whole.. as this is always on my short list of places I want and need for you to touch. 

Searching inside for places and ways to touch, flick, tickle and caress.. until you feel me start to go weak in the knee's. You must have found something, the stimulation causing my muscles to flex onto your fingers. Gushing because of your loving manipulation of my lovely girly bits, you feel the beginnings of my cum trickle.. down your hand. Filling my need to be bent over and toyed with, you, of course have a need of your own that needs to be fulfilled, to taste the wet desire you have made. 

Kneeling down, the scent is almost overpowering.. so much desire, the sight before you so erotic. You have to.. must, taste the sex that you have made your baby girl exude.. dripping in almost a stream starting down the palm of your hand. As you withdraw yourself reluctantly from within the wet warmth, you hear a sad whimper escape from me (lol). The scent, the taste.. exquisite, of course.. you greedily lap up what you can of the stream that had started to flow down onto you. Driven further into a fevered, carnal, lustful desires.. daddy you plunge face first into your baby girls soft, sopping wet and glistening tender flesh. 

Oh.... the fragrance of our sex, the taste of my hot pussy juices.. dripping with want and satisfaction, now all over you.. coating your lips, your tongue. Your tongue strives to reach in me as far as you can. Not satisfied with the result despite your best effort.. you withdraw. Taking off your shirt as you walk around the couch and lay down. 

"My sweet, slutty baby girl, come sit on daddy's face." 

I kiss you and with a happy little smirk, roll over the back end of the couch onto you. A kiss.. so full of passion and desire.. want, we almost get lost in each other's love.... soulmate. Almost. 

"Alright Girl, get up here." 

I sit up.. licking my lips with want, I put a little pouty "but Daddy, I want to please you too.. Pleeease?" 

"Aawe... now we don't want to do anything like that, not just yet anyhow. Besides, I owe You one my precious girl.. at least one. Now climb on up here so I can get another sweet taste." 

I just have to.. I steal another kiss, as I love our kisses.. enjoy teasing inside your mouth with my tongue, as it playfully swirls around yours. I can feel an almost agonizing, yet wonderful desire build up from within me.. making my pussy start pulsing and throbbing again, drawing heavy breaths filled with love and desire. 

Happy and eager to please, I slowly begin my ascent. Doing as Daddy tells me, gives me such a thrill all on it's own.. I am getting dizzy from just that though alone. 

Climbing over your shoulders, I straddle your head.. and admire my view as I sit. As I sit there, between moments of bliss.. I watch as you with your lips pressed firmly on mine, nose resting very perfectly against my little clit.... take your time tasting, writing a novel with your tongue. Both of us drinking in the moment. I am so thankful to finally know what it feels like to be properly loved.. satisfied and happy, my bliss with the moment is also one filled with comfort. 

You are writing a masterpiece, etching the words deep inside of me... with my deep happiness, excitement and comfort.. I feel a tingle, of need. Knowing this is surely what My Daddy wants, I do my best to relax into and embrace this need. Trying the best I know how, to succeed.. finally feeling a hotness escape me. You quickly adjust your mouth's grip on my tender bits and partake from the source, as you have so patiently and eagerly waited to do. "Mmmmm" The only sound you allow to escape your mouth, as you don't dare risk ending this gift prematurely. Having so much of me in you.. a part of you, puts you over the edge with primal desire. My kinky, erotic gift drives you further in your quest to pleasure and make me gush "girl cum".



Daddy's Little Girl



In a way, thought Vincent, I think every father wished their daughter looked like mine. While a couple months past her 18th birthday, his daughter Izzie still looked like when she was fifteen and somehow she managed to grow surprising curves considering her very small frame. Until that fateful morning, Vincent had never looked at his daughter in any other way than how he always had. 

He was sitting in the kitchen and having a cup of coffee shortly after waking up, when Izzie walked down the stairs and stepped into the kitchen. Now usually, his family was pretty normal in every way with his wife being the typical mom at home, still gorgeous despite being in her mid-thirties but she looked very different from their daughter. Curvy blonde hair, long legs, shapely hips and with dark black eyes, Layla didn't resemble her daughter one bit and was a pretty reserved woman, shy and always quiet unlike the more outgoing Izzie. But that morning, when he saw his daughter coming into the light of the kitchen wearing a tiny baby tee and a skimpy pair of panties that showed at least half of her shapely, rounded ass, her father had no control over how his body reacted. Her flowing, fiery red hair was a perfect match for her sparkling green eyes. Very short, she nonetheless had nicely rounded hips and breasts large enough to fit in one's hand, and her stomach was amazingly flat.

It is with a smile that she looked at him when she realized he was there, standing there in front of him as she stretched slowly, the tiny shirt tight over the girl's breasts so that her daddy could see the bottom of his little girl's still growing breasts. "Good morning daddy. Had a good night I hope?" It was all unconsciously done of course, and Vincent smiled to her as he patted his lap for her to sit on without thinking that seeing her like this had made his morning erection worse and now his long cock was hard when Izzie smiled warmly at his demand and turned slowly to sit in her father's lap. Shifting a bit, she sat so that most of her almost bare little bottom was sticking out as she wrapped an arm around his shoulders for support. The way she was sitting now, she could feel a hardness underneath her against her bare thigh since he was only wearing a thin robe.

"Good morning sweetie. I did, actually. How about you, well rested for your day off?" Her father asked casually as he reached for his cup of coffee with his left hand, while his right hand was around his little girl's tiny waist and slowly went up her back, caressing and scratching gently at her skin. Taking a small sip, he sets the cup back on the table and smiles at Izzie as the squirmy teen shivers and unconsciously grinds down against her father's hardening cock but she was still oblivious to it for now as she almost moaned in pleasure at how he was scratching her back, her pretty eyes closing. "Mmmmmmm. That feels so good daddy." She said quietly as she snuggled against him and rested her head against his shoulder. Vincent continued stroking her back for a few minutes as she relaxed against him and shifted a couple times, not only opening the front of her daddy's robe but also causing his hard cock to slip between her soft thighs. After a moment, all the movements had wedged her small underwear between her small and firm asscheeks, so that when her daddy's hand drifted lower and began slowly roaming all over her bare ass, she blinked and was a little surprised. But before she could really react, she felt her father's fingers press deep into the warm and supple flesh of her ass, massaging and groping his daughter in a way that was very pleasurable for her, so all she could do was move in closer against him and moan softly. She was keenly aware of how her own father was rubbing at her ass like this, and it felt delicious. 

"I'm glad you like it baby, I want this to feel good for you this morning, we almost never spend any more time together recently." When he was saying that, she smiled and blushed slightly, instinctively looking down as she bit her lip at the feeling of her daddy's hand feeling her up so thoroughly and she blushes even more when she realizes that she likes the fact that her daddy seems to enjoy touching her like this so much, since she enjoyed it perhaps even more. That's also when she finally saw his cock, so long and big, poking between her thighs and maybe less than an inch from her panty-covered pussy. Her heart beating a bit faster, she bit her bottom lip as she felt her father's fingers tease between her firm ass cheeks until his hand was slightly underneath her so he could brush his fingers against her warm lips now and then. Looking up at him with a timid smile, he saw in her eyes how innocent she was. Raised far from the cities and without access to the Internet, as well as being home-schooled by her mother, Izzie was as innocent and pure as they come, with no twisted intentions or anything, simply pure innocence.

"Um, daddy, I...are you okay? Do you....well do you want me to maybe come back later?" Her voice was so very soft and he could hear her moan with almost every syllable as his hand rubbed once more all over her curvy ass before his hand disappeared between her ass cheeks and he began pushing all four fingers against Izzie's virgin little pussy, still covered by her panties. Her arm tightened around him as she closed her eyes again when her daddy's fingers began rubbing up and down her covered pink slit and her underwear quickly became soaked with his daughter's juices. "I'm okay baby, just...daddy needs you to make him feel good the way I am doing to you right now, do you think you can do that for me?" Izzie looked down at her father's thick cock with uncertainty in her eyes, but she loved him so much and trusted him to completely, that she nodded a bit and managed to smile before she made a very surprised face when her father's fingertips found her tiny clit and suddenly began rubbing it. "Oh God daddy, oh God that feels so good, don't stop! How can I...how can I help you daddy? Just...keep massaging me daddy, it feels really really good." Her voice was almost sleepy, but she clearly was still tired and the intense sensations her father was making her experience made her all the more compliant. 

Smiling at her reaction and in a way relieved that she actually enjoyed all this instead of being freaked out, it confirmed to him that she trusted him fully and it also made it harder for him to realize what he was doing, actually sexually touching his own daughter and about to go even further than that. "Daddy will keep massaging you, just come to the living room with me okay? We'll be more comfortable." Smiling softly at her, he lifted her in his arms and got up from his chair, holding her tightly against him as he arrived her to the living room right when they heard Izzie's mother exit the master bedroom upstairs a d step into the shower. A worried look appeared on Izzie's face and her bright green eyes looked into her father's for a moment as his strong arms held her close, dark brown eyes returning her loving gaze. "I'm worried mom will come downstairs and see what we're doing daddy, are you sure we...I...." She was chewing her bottom lip as he carried her to the couch and gently set her down on it before he sat down himself but then he slowly slipped off his robe, exposing his naked body to his innocent daughter as she couldn't help but stare at his long cock before he pulled her closer slowly so that his hand could reach her ass and between her legs from behind. 

Laying on her side with her head resting on his thigh, Izzie blinked and squirmed when her daddy took her hand and wrapped it around his hard cock. When her fingers were tightly around his shaft, he moved his left hand back to her bare little ass, touching and groping at it as he looked down at his little girl. "Just stroke up and down, baby. You can change the pace, and caress daddy's balls as well, it will feel very good for daddy. Is it alright baby if daddy touches you? It doesn't bother you, because I will stop right away if you prefer." 

His little girl's reaction was immediate and she shook her head quickly, letting out a soft moan as her father groped and massaged her teenage ass with renewed passion. "No daddy, it feels really good actually and I'm happy I can help you feel better. I trust you daddy and I love you, I want you to feel good." And with that, Izzie began stroking her hand up and down around her father's hard cock, feeling him up and gently playing with the head as she rubbed it tentatively, getting a soft moan out of her dad. Running her hand back down, she slowly cupped her daddy's shaved balls with her hand and delicately played with them, massaging them with little experience but with a clear desire to please him. As she began noticing his responses to what she was doing, she picked up quite fast what he liked and what let good to him. Her fingers tightened around her father's shaft and she began jerking him off faster when his experienced fingers found her virgin little cunt after he had groped her ass so hornily. Still covered by now soaked panties, Izzie's pussy was so very warm that she began to feel wetness between her legs as her father's fingers pressed against those sensitive covered lips and rubbed all over her crotch while she worked his cock with growing confidence, finding the task easier after precum began to drip from the tip of his dick. 

After a moment, Izzie's panties were obscenely wet as her father continued to rub at her pussy but what came next was a complete surprise. Vincent suddenly pulled his hand from between her ass cheeks and ran it through her hair, moving her head so that her pink mouth was an inch away from her daddy's cock. His body trembled slightly and his voice sounded so full with need that she never even thought about not doing what he asked her to do. "Open your mouth quickly sweetie, quick!" Was all he had the time to tell her. Like an obedient and innocent little girl, she opened her mouth and looked up into her daddy's eyes when he moved his hips to the side to face her and guided his wet and hard cock between her lips. The hand at the back of her head he,d her close as his hips moved forward more, his long shaft sliding into her mouth and she tasted his precum as she moaned around him. Closing his eyes and grunting loudly, Vincent began to quickly slide his cock in and out of his daughter's mouth, her tight lips and warm mouth gladly taking him as deep as she could as she became impossibly turned on at the thought that her daddy's cock was in her mouth.

But her mind suddenly went blank as her father bucked against her face and moaned loudly, his cock down her throat as he came hard, spraying thick cum directly down his little girl's throat as she fought to swallow everything she could and trying not to choke. When she finally drank all of his cum, he slid his wet cock out of her mouth and took a deep breath, looking down into her eyes. Izzie gave him the most adoring smile as she looked up at him with cum at the corners of her mouth, her crotch completely soaked. "You...you tasted really good daddy. Did I do okay, did you enjoy it at least?" She anxiously awaited his answer as she stared at him and he smiled back, nodding as he caught his breath and reached down to gently stroke her hair. "It felt amazing baby, you really learned fast how to make your daddy feel good. But now your mom is going to come down soon, so run to the first floor shower, and then go do your chores. Daddy's going to go lay down a little, alright?" 

Smiling proudly when he told her she had done great and that he obviously meant it and enjoyed what she had done to him, she slowly began to get off the couch and she rubbed her thighs together, feeling how very wet she was after all that had happened. Looking back over her shoulder at her daddy, she smiled at him before she headed to the bathroom, her shapely ass swaying slightly with her panties tightly pulled between her cheeks, giving her daddy a great view of her still developing body. When she was gone, she got up and waited for his wife to step out of the second floor bathroom to get dressed in their bedroom, then he slipped into the shower and waited for her to leave, taking a long shower and the wrapping a towel around his waist and laying down in bed for a nap.

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A couple hours later, Izzie walked up to the second floor of her house long after her mom had left for work. Having taken a long shower, the sexy little redhead had slipped on some tight gym shorts and a small t-shirt, her hair pulled up into a ponytail. At 5'2 she was a tiny little thing but she liked how her hips were round despite her small size, and she had a nice bubbly rear that was perfectly curved. Quietly, she walked to her dad's room and opened the door, peeking inside. Her father was laying on his side, sound asleep and still wearing his towel around his waist, but his curious and now slightly horny little girl could see the bottom of her father's ass and his balls, showing from under the towel. 

With the utmost care, Izzie shut the door behind her and climbed on the bed, careful not to wake her father. Chewing her bottom lip a bit nervously, she was almost about to get up and run when she remembered how good earlier had felt for the both of them and she also remembered the love in his eyes, so she smiled at her sleeping daddy and leaned in to nuzzle the top of his thigh, just below the hem of the towel. She meant to wrap an arm around him, but instead she moved her hand over his ass and she looked there, remembering how he touched her ass constantly just a short while ago. Her hand tentatively groped at her father's ass through the towel, before she slipped her hand underneath and began to touch and feel up his bare ass, and finally causing the towel to fall down and expose her daddy's soft cock.

Looking at it made her squirm and feel a bit strange as she could still feel it in her hand, and even more so in her mouth since she found herself loving how his cum tasted and how it felt to swallow it. So slowly, she reached with her right hand and gently took her dad's limp cock in her grasp and leaned in, flicking her tongue at the tip of his dick and then she proceeded to lick from his balls to the head several times, coating him with saliva as he slowly began to harden. As soon as Vincent's cock was starting to become longer and thicker, his gorgeous and innocent little girl clenched his ass as she continued to grope her daddy while she took a deep breath and then wrapped her lips around his cock, then slid them down and took his entire length into her mouth. Hearing him moan and feeling him move a bit, she almost froze but then she was too caught up in what she was doing, that she began to suck her daddy's cock rather hungrily, her head bobbing into his lap as she firmly rubbed at his ass and took him deep down her throat. She wasn't sure why she was doing this, but she was still horny from being rubbed so intimately earlier, and she really enjoyed pleasing her father, on top of the fact that she is simply curious sexually.

For anyone watching this would have been quite the sexy show as little Izzie has her rounded ass in the air while on all four in her dad's bed, his long cock down her throat as she sucks him so intensely that he finally wakes up and looks down at her, in shock to wake up to his own daughter groping him and sucking his dick like a pro. Ever so nervous and not sure of how he was going to react, Izzie sucks his cock even deeper and harder, even as he turns to sit up in the bed with her head still in his lap and then moves up on his knees while moving her head with his hand to make sure she moves so that his hard dick stays in her mouth the whole time. Now on his knees in front of his little girl on her hands and knees and with his cock deep down her throat, he leans forward and reaches for her small and tight ass with both hands, sliding his palms against her soft skim as they slip down into her shorts and then push them down slowly. Her sexy little ass comes into view as the shorts are bunched up around her thighs and her daddy wastes no time before he slides his hand between her ass cheeks, fingers finding her extremely wet as they gently spread her lips and begin feeling her up, groping at her pink pussy. 

When she felt her shorts being pushed down and she knew she had nothing underneath, Izzie became a little nervous at the thought of being so exposed to her father, her naked ass in the air and fully on display. But when she felt his fingers on her virgin little slit, and then felt fingers probe into her wet hole, she could only moan around her daddy's cock and continue to suck him so innocently, so driven to please him. This went on for several minutes as she never even paused, moving her head up and down in his lap, licking at his shaft at every occasion and sucking him hard. But then he slowly pulled out of her mouth, breathing heavily as he looked down at her, helping her to move up on her knees. Without a word, he locked his gaze with hers and smiled softly as he reached down and pulled up her shirt and she instinctively raised her arms so he could pull it off of her. Blushing deeply when she realized she was in front of her daddy, with her round breasts on full display for him, and her shorts at her knees, pink pussy lips glistening between her thighs as she stood there shyly and fully naked for him to look at, Izzie waited to see what he was going to do next.

This all felt like a dream, he thought. As he thought about what he wanted to do to her, he watched her as she finished taking the shorts off and then smiled at him, his cute little girl naked in bed with him. His eyes devoured every part of her, before he looked at her and put an arm around her shoulders, moving her in the bed so she was facing the headboard. Leaning forward, he softly whispered to her, kissing her earlobe. "Spread your thighs wide baby, and put your hands up against the headboard so you have your sexy ass pushed back for your daddy." Nodding shyly, Izzie didn't take long to comply and she spread her knees wide, holding onto the headboard with her hands far apart, cute little ass spread nicely from the position, exposing both her tight virgin holes.

The innocent teen had no idea what her daddy was going to do, but she kept looking down at the bed and waiting to see what daddy wanted to do to her. She almost moaned when she felt him slowly press himself back against her naked ass, his hard and wet cock slipping between her cheeks, rubbing teasingly against her exposed holes. Then he did something he hadn't done yet and he reached around her, grasping both of her rounded breasts in his hands as he gently kneaded them, fingers playing with her pink nipples as she couldn't help but moan and grind back against him, feeling his sack brush against her soaked pussy lips. Literally humping her as he groped and felt her breasts, her father whispered softly to her. "Baby, what do you want daddy to do? You feel so good baby, daddy's cock feels so good against you and when you touch it." While he was whispering to her so hotly, one of his hands had drifted down her flat stomach and slid between her hot thighs, first groping at her moist pussy lips and teasing at her hole before he found her clit and began rubbing it gently in slow circles. His little girl moaned and was melting under his touch as she kept pushing back against her father's cock, grinding her ass against it.

"Gosh daddy, I...it feels so good outside, I...it must feel even better inside...I love how you feel too, daddy, you feel so amazing against my butt, I really love it dad." She slowly turned her head to look back at him and look in his eyes, biting her bottom lip as she pushed backwards again, trying to cause his cock to rub between her legs." I...I want you inside, daddy. I'm so wet and I want to have it in me." Letting go of the headboard with one hand, she reaches back behind her and grasped her daddy's hard cock, guiding it between her tight ass cheeks and pushing it against her hot and wet hole, the head of her father's dick tight between her pussy lips. 




Daddy's Little Girl



Seeing the look in his loving little girl's face, how pretty and sexy she was right now and the way she kept grinding back against his cock, it was too much for Vincent. When he felt her very wet hole right against the tip of his cock, he looked down and she was so very tiny in front of him, almost half his size and so delicate, with such a tiny ass. His hand held her waist while he used the other to turn her face towards his and slowly, he pressed his mouth against hers and began kissing her deeply while his hips also moved forward and hers backwards in unison, his little girl moaning loudly into his mouth as her daddy's large and thick cock penetrated her, spreading her apart as it sank deep into her wet pussy in only a couple strokes.

Groaning in pleasure as he kissed his daughter while burying himself to the hilt into her virgin pussy, he broke the kiss only for a second as he looked into her eyes while pulling back slowly until the head of his dick was against her hole and she was almost empty, then he plunged his hard cock back into her soaking wet hole with a loud slurping noise. Izzie gasped and moaned loudly as she held her father's gaze while he penetrated her for the first time. Vincent could not help but see how tiny she was compared to him, how adorable even naked in front of him with his cock in her hot little cunt. Her daddy kissed her deeply again as she felt him pull out of her after only thrusting twice into her.

She was so vulnerable in this position, so completely offered to him. So small, so fragile, he had to have her completely and so he kissed her even more deeply as he used his left hand to guide his cock higher, pushing it against her tight and pink asshole. Feeling the wetness and the pressure caused her to twitch and she actually pushed her ass higher and more against her daddy as he kissed her so hungrily, her eyes snapping wide open as she felt all ten inches of her daddy's long and hard cock slowly but steadily sink up her ass, her tight hole stretching wide around his girth. She was almost screaming in his mouth now as his entire length buried itself up her tight little teenage ass, her own father behind her grunting loudly as finally his hips were pushed against her ass. Eyes still wide, Izzie felt her daddy pull back, the hard shaft rubbing everywhere up her ass until he was almost all the way out and then without warning, he pushed himself back deep up her tight rump and this time Izzie felt her daddy penetrate her with little resistance.

She looked into his eyes as he kept devouring her mouth, moaning loudly as her father began thrusting in and out of his little girl's ass, fucking her deeply yet at a gentle pace, and soon the initial pain was replaced by pleasure as her eyes closed again and her body relaxed, she even began pushing back against him to try and take his cock even deeper up her ass while he fondled her breasts and kissed her passionately. After a moment he pulled out and shoved his cock back into her dripping wet little cunt, the moisture helping a lot as her daddy's shaft slid in deep inside of her from behind and she moaned wildly, now actively thrusting back against him. After fucking her like that for several minutes and after she came many times around him, he pulled out and slowly laid on his back, opening his arms to her. Still with her ass on display for him, she looked back at her father seductively, fully aware of what they were doing and loving every second of it.

Taking her time, she turns around and moves to her father slowly with a soft smile on her face as as looked down at him and straddles him, never looking away even as she takes her first initiative and takes a hold of his wet cock, giving him a few strokes before she lifts a leg slightly and aims his cock where she wants it as she lowers herself onto her daddy. Vincent felt a tight wetness as the head of his hard and sensitive cock pushed against one of her holes, his sexy little girl holding on to his shoulders with her perk breasts almost in his face as she pushed back slowly, her daddy's cock pressing up into her heavenly tight ass an she moaned loudly as she took her father in her rear by herself, lowering herself more and more and feeling his long and thick shaft plunge so very deeply up her ass. Holding onto him, she began riding her daddy's cock faster than before, her ass cheeks slapping down against his thighs every time she slammed down and took him deep into her hot and tight asshole, it was hard to believe that her father's big cock could fit in her bum, she was so tiny.

After licking and sucking at his little girl's breasts for a few minutes, he slid a hand between her legs and pushed three fingers up into her soaked pussy, making her moan even louder as he crushed his lips against hers and kissed her deeply, slamming his hips upwards into her harder. The poor little girl felt her daddy's huge cock repeatedly ram deep up her ass and it was driving her insane with pleasure as she rode him wildly while he fingered her. All of a sudden he moaned and moved her off of him, forcing her to slide his cock out of her ass and she watched his every movement, eyes filled with lust and pleasure as he pushed her down on her stomach on the bed. It took less than a second and she felt her daddy straddle her ass, one hand spreading her tiny little ass cheeks to reveal that tantalizing and small hole. She felt the head of his wonderfully big and hard cock pressing tightly against her asshole and she took a deep breath as her father pushed his whole length all the way up her ass until she felt about to split in two. 

"God your ass is so tight, baby, it feels so incredibly good that I could take it all day like that, I think that every occasion I'll get from now on, daddy is going to pull down your pants and take off your panties, and after you suck your daddy's cock like a good girl, daddy is going to bend you over and put his hard cock deep in your tight ass, baby." As he said that, he was using a hand to grope and squeeze at her ass even as his fully erect cock was plunging in and out of his own daughter's rear, making her moan louder as he continued.

"I...I'd love that daddy, I....I love it when you do things to me, but it feels really good when you do...things to my bum...your...your cock feels really good up my ass daddy." And then she moaned again as he fucked his innocent little girl up the ass while straddling her, grunting loudly as he finally couldn't hold back anymore. Moaning loudly and his body trembling, he pushed himself hard against his little girl's firm ass and began spurting loads after loads of hot sticky cum deep up little Izzie's asshole, the poor abused girl reaching her orgasm at the same time and shaking heavily as she screamed out and her juices flowed out of her pussy, her tired body held down by her father's weight before he slowly rolled on his side, moving her with him so that she laid on her side as well, his cock never slipping out of her body.

Before they could even think about cleaning up, both were snuggling up against each other and falling asleep from exhaustion after Izzie's first sexual encounter, her daddy's wet and softening dick still inside of her sexy ass and she had a smile on her face when she finally dozed off. 



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Daddys' Little Girl



Ariana caught her breath in her throat in-deliberately whenever she had thoughts about him. Her daddy. Her panties would get wet at the mere hint of him, and sitting across the table from him at dinner tonight had been excruciating. All she wanted to do was to have him take her, flip her onto her back on the table,and fuck her right there--but surely his girlfriend wouldn't appreciate that!

For all intensive purposes, Ariana's step dad was completely calm and collected--above the table top, that is. She couldn't help herself tonight, and pushed her purple polka-dot socked foot between his legs, while they played the part of daddy and daughter so well above the taboo scene below.

"Ariana do you have any boys at school chasing you around?" Her step dad winked at her benignly but she knew he wanted to hear every juicy detail.

"I have a stalker? Does that count?" Ariana lied, she did have a stalker but there were boys at her locker every day between classes who wanted to soak up her bubbly personality. She could tell they wanted to suck up more than that, but she'd never tell that to her sweet daddy. She was his, anyways. She didn't want those boys. She knew it'd make him jealous to hear that they wanted her, though. Picking up her other foot, Ariana nonchalantly placed it on his lap, resting the balls of her feet on the insides of each of his thighs.

"Oh Jesus." He answered to both her statement and her actions.

The rush she got made Ariana smile incredibly brightly inside; how she loved her Daddy. Well, step daddy, anyways. Him and mom signed the adoption papers several years before mom died. Just the thought of her mom made her eyes want to tear up for her and her Daddy.

Her toes found the tip of his cock and were spinning circles on it now, her blood rushing to her face as she tried to suppress the feelings it gave her to know she made him hard. She was able to keep her heart down enough not to show too much exertion, though. She'd gotten quite good at it, actually.

Suddenly she could feel his cock twitch between her two big toes as she rolled his hard shaft in between them. She could see the slight hint of exertion on his face as girlfriend #2 finished up grabbing everyone's dinner plates, oblivious to their discreet dirtiness.

They both stared at each other until they heard her put the dishes in the sink and started doing the dishes, then Ariana's step dad bit his lip and said,

"Go to bed early tonight, baby girl--naked."

Ariana's face flushed completely now--she knew what that meant by that. He was going to come for her tonight..

Her cell phone went off, and Ariana ignored the pop-song ring as long as she could, just staring at him with an innocent little smile on her face, waiting for her Daddy to excuse her from his gaze. Nodding at her with an authoritative glare, he couldn't help but want to kiss her sweet lips for making him feel like he owned her, no matter if she knew it or not. Ariana grabbed her phone up immediately and answered the call from her friend--staring straight into his eyes with hers.

Traipsing out of the dining room, Ariana gave her daddy a sweet blush smile as she headed off to her room--her breasts bouncing in that tight t-shirt she's wearing.

"Damn that girl," He thought as he watched her perky little butt walk off in those unbearably high shorts.

"I'm going to fuck that sweet ass so hard tonight.."

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Ariana did as her daddy told her, and after finishing up her homework she put her hair in a ponytail and stripped her tight t-shirt off. She wished he was there, watching her do this and even left the light on to add to her desire. Thinking about her daddy laying in bed, stroking his cock softly for her made her unbelievably hot. She could feel a slight wetness between her small thighs making the pad of her panties cool to the touch as she walked around her room, picking out her outfit for the next day.

Unbeknownst to her--Daddy WAS watching her do this from outside of her window. He'd taken the trash out just about the time he knew she was going to be getting naked for bed, and stood there transfixed as he watched her peel off her impossibly tight outfit from her incredibly hot body and toss it onto her chair. 

Her perky little breasts poked out of her tiny white sports bra, and immediately he could feel some pre-cum drip into his boxers--feeling the cool juice on the side of his cock as he tried the best he could not to make any noise. Sweet little Ariana cupped her breasts with her hands and settled herself into her bright pink and purple sheets. Her perfect body seemed to accent every shadow and he looked on lustfully as he watched every curve of her body conform to the bed. A small grunt left his throat as he could tell she had no idea he was watching her.

Scooping up her favorite fuzz pillow, she hugged it with her sexy little arms and he couldn't help it--the animal in him began to rumble from deep within his body and he couldn't wait to sneak out of bed tonight and take her.

Reminding himself that he best go inside soon--he took the dog for a walk and was back already, peeking in on his sweet little fuck toy.

Flipping off her zebra-stripe lamp on her bedside table, Ariana grabbed her phone and began staring at the blue screen while her daddy watched her tongue lick her lips, knowing exactly what she was thinking as she busily texted her girlfriends, shifting her hips forward and backwards slowly and deliberately beneath the sheets.

"Goddamn!" His cock was unbelievably hard and ready for her, and obviously she was ready for him.

"Bed time could not come any faster," he thought as he made his inside to see his girlfriend off to bed, waiting for the very second that he could slip into Ariana's bed.

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Sharks of all kinds were gliding around her in her dreamworld as Ariana swam through a crystal blue clear ocean--the waves making her feel like she was high, as she floated up and down with the current. The massive carnivores didn't even seem to bother her as she swam through the water and looked down into it to see them.

She could breathe under the water and watched as they circled her--the sharks' enormous grey bodies gliding seamlessly through the water beneath her. A hammer head shark, grey sharks, blue sharks, they were all down there yet she was not afraid.

Then she saw directly below where she was swimming. A shark--a great white shark to be exact--was coming at her in a vertical position and all she could see was its' giant mouth coming at her in slow motion. More curiosity than anything struck her at its' ascent.

The feeling of dizziness overcame her as the waves pulled her this way and that, her entire body loving the refreshing wetness of the Caribbean blue water and the warm breeze of the tropical winds.

Her heart began to beat faster and faster until she realized the shark was upon her and she screamed out in her sleep a little bit, surprised.

"Oh!"

Ariana's consciousness took effect and she realized she'd just been dreaming, among other things. A wetness between her legs and big strong hands around her waist pulling her into him pleasantly surprised Ariana, as she opened her eyes to find the shadow of her step dad at the end of her bed, eating her tender pussy with forceful vigor.

"Daddy wants his baby girl." He said in a rough yet quiet whisper. His voice was almost on the edge of cracking the sound barrier that they knew they had.

Immediately her thighs spread for him from their resting position into their 'daddy take me' position and she sighed in enjoyment.

"Oh Daddy.."

Her step dad made a low growl and put his tongue all the way into her pussy now, blowing on her clit as his tongue caressed the insides of her now completely wet and aching pussy. Ariana couldn't believe she was finally going to get what she wanted so desperately for too long; she looked forward to their encounters, which were sporadic at best.

Arching her back, Ariana's head dug into her pillow and her arms flew up to her headboard as his tongue fucked her pussy with as much force as she could bear. Her eyes closed tight at the overwhelming sensations but soon she began using her arms to push her wetness into his face.

"Mmmmmm."

Her voice was clear yet near silent--something she'd had plenty of time to perfect. It drove him insane for her not to scream out like she should even when they were alone, but she still wasn't comfortable with being loud in fear that someone would hear and know their secret.

"I don't want them to take me away from you Daddy!"

She'd said this one day, a truly terrified look on her face. Thus, she'd had good practice at being sexy quiet since the first day she had given him the inclination as to what she wanted.

"Cum for me sweetie."

That was all she needed in order to feel her body go rigid. Her pussy was pulled into herself so tight that when his tongue hit her inner box, it opened up a flood of pleasure. Holding her breath along with her breasts so as not to make a sound, Ariana felt a release of juices flow straight from the deepest reaches of her pussy onto his soft wet tongue.

She could feel it tickle her outer clit as her Daddy started sucking on her wet little pussy--pulling out more and more of her cream as her muscles pulsed over and over around the the tip of his tongue.

Feeling his cock grow as hard as it could get, if not harder--he knew what he wanted to do with his little girl.

"Mmm daddy liked that."

Using his strong hands, he pulled her by her hips into his strong hips and thighs--stopping his cock right at the entrance of her hot wet pussy, as his arms encompassed her at the neck.

"Please Daddy," Ariana's fingers were wrapped around her long hair at one side, while her other hand was rubbing her own breasts manically. It drove him insane to know how much she wanted him right then. 

Needing nothing else, her Daddy groaned and growled very low as he slid his big, hard cock into her tiny little sex. His burly chest met with hers and he kissed her lips as he entered her. He smiled at himself when she winced--obviously she was incredibly tight for him tonight.

"It's been too long since I've fucked your sweet little pussy."

Ariana's lips cracked a smile of revelry at this, and her entire body shuddered at the contact she was having with his all too familiar hairy body.

Trying to remember the last time he'd visited her bed for fear of almost having been caught LAST time by his alibi girlfriend--he'd been overly cautious in his endeavors. It had been torture for him since then, as his girlfriend had been visiting almost every night for weeks, and now?

He slammed his cock into Ariana's accommodatingly wet pussy with pure force, making her small hips jump.

"OHH!" Her voice was slightly too loud, and he slapped her ass somewhat softly whispering,

"Hush now sweetness, I don't want anyone hearing!"

"But daddy.. Daddy, daddy..." Like a good little girl she regained her composure and whispered it as hot as he could possibly imagine while he slid in and out of her over and over. Her frail legs were wrapped around his hips as one of his fingers found her clit. He loved giving her everything she needed.

Then deciding to change position for more deep access to her sopping wet little pussy, he used his brute strength to rotate her hips around as Ariana got the message and turned with his hands onto her knees. She felt his big hand running softly down the arch of her back onto her ass where his hand cupped her cheek and then slapped it--something she was very aware was going to happen, but was still surprised by. 

A rush of adrenaline flooded her entire body and she could feel herself shake as she felt him slide back into her.

"Fuck!" His voice trembling; her daddy was obviously pleased with her and that made Ariana even more hot to know. She could feel her body release a wave of warm cream onto him.

"Daddy!" She couldn't bring any other words into her now blank thoughts.

He started stroking in and out of her slowly before he felt the need to ram her sweet little box doggy style. He could hear the slap of their skin on each other and wondered if it was too loud? No matter, he thought--Ariana's room was on a different floor of the house.

"Besides, I'm fucking my baby girl!"

After ten minutes of feeling her cream all over his cock while he molests her body with his hands--he got an idea. Having never done this before, he was slightly reluctant but the freeness of her actions with him tonight let him know she was on full out horned mood. Perfect.

"Daddy's going to fuck your ass now, baby."

Ariana's heart skipped a beat as he pulled out of her now sopping wet pussy, and her eyes opened as wide as they could when she felt the tip of his cock at the entrance of her other hole.

"Daddy no! NO daddy!" 

Still speaking just above a whisper, she kept their cover as she tried as best she could in a her muted voice to tell him she didn't want this. All she had to do was scream--and this could be over, but she didn't want it to be over, she was just scared. She wanted it more than he knew, but it still frightened her.

"You'll like it, honey. Do you want it?"

Hesitating for a half a minute, Ariana couldn't stand the thought of making her Daddy wait any longer and resigned herself to the inevitable.

"Yes Daddy. Give it to me please."

A lightning bolt of pleasure shot through his body and he got instantly edged at the thought that this was their first time trying this.

"Daddy," was all she could do or say as he slowly and deliberately took his cock in his hand and guided the tip into her virgin ass.

"Don't move, baby."

He was so ready for this--He twitched as his cock made its' way into her incredibly tight back end. He could hear her inhale deeply when he did, and could feel her ass clench around him as all her muscles tightened.

"My little slut is so damn tight!"

Torn between the feeling of uncomfortably and the burning desires she was getting from pleasing her daddy, Ariana just shut her lips tight and took it like the good girl she is. He pushed in and out of her centimeters at a time as he slowly entered her.

"Ouch, Daddy."

This just turned him on more as he slowly fucked and worked his cock into her tight ass. Her hips bounced away from him as he dug deeper and slid in and out of her slowly. After awhile, he was reassured that he'd stretched her enough and he could feel her warmness around his dick as he began to fuck her ass harder and harder with each stroke now.

He couldn't hear her breathing--she must be holding her breath, the dirty little whore. Smiling ecstatically, he pulled her by her hips until her body took all of him into her. He could hear her screaming into her pillow as her face was buried in it.

"FUCK you're tight! You're fucking hot, baby girl!"

Smiling at the compliment, Ariana had started feeling a burning desire inside of her. She began to relax as he worked her hips back and forth onto his raging cock.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He was whispering with each stroke but it was just loud enough to be heard outside the room and he paused for a second to see if anyone was around to hear them.

"DADDY!"

Ariana's voice was full of urgency and he returned to his deed with happy relief. She was his, and he was fucking the shit out of his little girl. Each time he rammed her, she squeaked--begging for more in her own childish way.

He was going to blow any second, he thought to himself as his arms were wrapped around her little body and his fingers fucked her clit. He knew she was close, too.

Pressure was so strong that when he rammed her ass once again, his shaft sprung forth cum like a fire hose. He didn't stop cumming for what seemed like an eternity, and he wondered how his little girl could hold so much of it in her tight little ass?

Then the sound he was waiting for--squished juices finding their way to the base of his cock as he slid in and out of her, extracting the most from his orgasm while he fingered her shaking body.

"Cum for your Daddy."

Ariana couldn't help but feel somewhere inside her turn at these words, and she unknowingly spread her knees apart so she could lean her head down on the pillow again. This was exhausting for his little girl.. Her body was twitching at the pleasure and the exhaustion.

"Ahhhh!"

Ariana was all out screaming in her pillow, but only he could hear her frustration. His fingers got juicy with her sweet cum and he knew he had her now. He encompassed her entire body with his--wrapping his big burly body around her tiny frame like a blanket as he extracted that sweet sweet nectar out of her hot little flower.

"That's it, baby."

He felt a rush of juices both from her pussy and from his own cock as he surprisingly pumped another flow of his own cum again successfully all over his little girls' ass.

He could feel contractions spiraling all over his dick as he pulled out and shoved into her one last time. Holding his cock in as deep as it could go indefinitely, he dumped what was left of his semen all over her now defiled ass and kept himself in there while he waited for her body to stop spasming. He loved that feeling and he loved feeling her sweaty body against his.

She lay there breathing harshly through her pillow and she turned her head to the side to get some oxygen, completely content.

His hands felt her cream leaking down her thighs and he leaned off of her and back up onto his knees, slapping her ass before sliding out completely.

"That's my good little girl."

"Thank you Daddy."

Smiling to himself, he felt the most powerful urge to want to kiss her and he lay in bed next to his sweet little Ariana who was now back on her back, panting and shaking quietly. His sweaty body lay next to hers as he tickled her nipples with his fingers softly and kissed her neck before he took his hand and guided her chin to look at him.

"Very, good girl."

She nudged him with her nose like an Eskimo kiss and he couldn't help but feel an all encompassing love for this spicy little vixen. She was, after all--his. And he loved this little creature. His possessiveness kicked in hard and he wrapped his arms around her and held her until he could hear the soft sweet sound of her breathing turn back into sleep.

Exhaling in contentment, her Daddy slipped out of Arianas' bed and slipped his pants back on--fixing himself in her bathroom mirror of crazy sex hair and sweat.

Looking around at all the intricate little things she had in her room made him smile as he did; he really did spoil his little girl! Pictures lined the sides of her mirrors having been placed in a purposefully disorderly fashion and he thought,

"Damn, she's at the age now that her friends look hot now too!"

A sly smile pulled up on his face when he remembered how there was once a time when he looked at his baby girl like just that: his baby girl, not his personal fuck toy. Reminiscing on some of the first moments when she was the one purposefully tempting him: made him love her just that much more and feeling a twitch in his pants, he took one last glance at the photos before it made him too hot to go back to his occupied bed.



Daddy's Little Girl



Kelcie was excited: she hadn't seen her father in over 8 years due to her schedule with college and work. Of course, they kept in contact, but she loved her daddy, and always wanted to spend time with him in real life, not just through texts and calls. She smiled as the all-too familiar sign showed up ahead, introducing her to his property: Gerald and Daughter Residence it read.

As she pulled into his parking lot, she feltherself get nervous as she saw him clamber out of the shed they had carrying a long wood board. For 37, he had a amazing body, and an even more amazing voice. She felt herself get a little anxious to talk to him, and she pulled her wallet off of the seat beside her, stuffed it into her pocket, and pushed open the car door. She stepped out, her fishnets keeping her legs warmer than usual for in the winter, and she stood, pushing closed her door quietly, so as to not make her father aware she was there.

She strutted up the walk, her heels clicking on the cement stairs as she climbed them, her black short skirt coming to just above her knees as she stepped up. She was a 5'9" tall young adult, her skin fair and her figure slim, a near-hourglass shape to it. She took pride in her body, and she ate healthily to keep herself looking good. She had her eyes on a special man after all, and her body suited him well, she thought, regardless of the age gap she was aware they had.

She pulled her key out of her sleek blck sweater's pocket, and pushed it into the keyhole, turning it quietly, and entered the house. She was shocked to find her father standing with his back to her, admiring the house as he so often did. He was a nice 6'2" man with nicely toned muscles, and he worked hard to keep his body fit. He also had a special girl he wanted to keep kempt for, even though they hadn't seen each other in a while.

"Daddy!" Kelcie yelled, and wrapped her arms around his neck from the back. He jumped a little at the unexpected noise and contact, his body tensing momentarily before he recognised the voice, noticed the familiar smell, and of course, the way she wrapped her arms around him like she always used to. He reached up and pulle dher arms around even more, giving her a sort of hug befor eremoveing her and turning, engulfing her in a huge, tight hug. Ithad been too long, far too long since he had seen her, and she very nearly had the breath squeezed out of her in his tight embrace.

"How are you, Princess?" he asked, ecstatic about her company. He was practically in tears, he was so happy.

She was equally happy, tears streaming down her cheeks, as well. "I'm good, missed you." she said softly into his ear as she was sucked even deeper into his embrace.

"Mm." her father softly hummed in response. They didn't need words, and he needed to think of something for them to do!

Kelcie, growing even more comfrtable in her father's embrace, nuzzled into his arm, her nose, unbeknownst to either party, was in his pit. 'I've always like the smell of his sweat, somehow.' she sighed contently, snapping her father out of his thoughts.

"Oh gosh! I should probably go shower!" he said, rubbing his head with one hand, and letting his daughter go. "I'll take you out tonight for dinner, right after my shower. You make yourself at home, sweetheart." he smiled. It was a gorgeous smile in Kelcie's opinion, and she loved it, returning it with a smile of her own.

"Of course, daddy." she said, and put her bag down. She had a few surprises in store, but she could wait.

Her father smiled. "Good girl, I'll be down soon, and then we'll head out." he called down the stairs as he climbed them one by one to the bathroom.

When her father was out of sight, Kelcie jumped into action; she wanted to have everything perfect for the night she had planned. She pulled out her supplies and set to work while her father showered.

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Gerald came down the stairs, the smell of lamb with rosemary teasing his nostrils, the lights all dimmed, or off, so it seemed. He smiled/ He had known Kelcie was going to try and cook for him, but he hadn't expected the lights to be down low. What was she up to? When he rounded the corner at te foot of the stairs, he smiled at the table: candles aglow around the kitchen room; a nice lamb dinner with rosemary with sides of green beans in garlic and mashed potatoes with gravy on them. He smiled at the set-up and sat down. He had no clue where his daughter was, but if she was still like she was before, she'd be along soon.

Just like clockwork, in she came. What he didn't expect was the large bottles in her hands; two gallon-sized bottles, that is, and it wasn't simple stuff, either, it was strong!

"Well, you can eat whenever you'd like." she said softly as she placed the bottles on the table, opened one, and poured them both generous glasses. When she finally sat down, he raised his eyebrow at her, and tilted his head toward her drink.

"I'm not gonna get drunk, you know!" she whimpered playfully, and took a few small sips. He smiled, letting out a small laugh and took a few sips of his own drink.

"Fine." he said, elongating his words. "I won't tell on you." he winked at her.

Before they knew it, the first gallon bottle was gone, adn the second bottle was more than half full; they had shared it almost evenly, too.

The real shock came, however, when his daughter returned from washing an putting away the dishes. She slipped up next to him and whispered softly into his ear, "I love you, daddy." It was so sensuous, so sweet, so sexy, her father couldn't help it, and his member jumped excitedly. Kelcie smiled, and kissed her father's neck.

"Did that turn you on, daddy?" she asked, teasingly outlining his lip with her finger.

The drinks must have already kicked in, because he couldn't think of anything else to say but, "Oh, yeah, baby." Had that really just come out of his mouth?

It appeared they were both quite heavily intoxicated, though, because Kelcie just pulled his chair out--she was surprisingly strong--and straddled his lap, kissing his lips full on with hot passion.

"No..." he murmured against her lips.

"Oh, daddy, n-no!" she said softly, moaning into his mouth, and shifting her hips, so as to grind up against his member. "D-do you want to lay d-down?" she asked, one hand flat against his chest, and the other one on his neck.

It felt so right to him, yet he knew it was wrong. He couldn't decide, and he pushed her away a little and looked her in the eyes. "Yes." he sighed, pulling her back into his lap, and kissing her roughly before letting her get off. He couldn't restrain himself, and he slapped her on the bum when she went by him. The small yelp that escaped her lips excited him even more, and he picked her up from behind and carried her to the bed, tossing her onto it and climbing over her.

"Oh, d-daddy." she moaned when he slid in just ontop of her, their bodies not even touching yet. Her eyes grew wide at his member as she felt it on her thigh through their clothes, and saw the bulge in his pants. "O-oh, D-daddy." she moaned.

He smiled. "I love it when you call me daddy." he started, his eyes soaking in her features: her plump D breasts and skinny neck leading up to a beautiful baby-soft face; a well-rounded nose; beautiful, crystal clear eyes. She was stunning. She was perfect. And he had to have her, he decided. He took her hand and kissed it before placing it gently on his cock. "Go ahead." he said, letting his head fall back a little in anticipation of the feeling.

She let a little grin play ather full, pouty lips, and she rubbed him gently through his pants, eager for more of him, but taking her time as he suckled his neck, soft moans erupting from them both.

Before either of them registered what was going on, she had her mouth to his pants, sucking on his portruding penis. He was already incredibly hard, and it was beyond noticeable at this point: if his ex-wife walked in, he would not be able to hide it.

Their moans stopped momentarily as Kelcie practically ripped off the 37 year-old's pants. He was thick: she liked that, and it was apparent when she removed his shirt, as well, and immediately began to suck on him, her tongue swirling around his cap, his moans growing in volume as he took off her shirt slowly, his hands taking their time underneath the material along her body. His fingers played lightly over her, causing her to shudder several times with both arousal and anticipation of his touches yet to come. 

She moaned out a soft, "Oh, daddy, more!" just as he pulled off her shirt and began to knead her breasts. She couldn't have stopped moaning if she had wanted to. His hands were like magick, cupping her pert breasts over and over, touching in just the right places, and tweaking her nipples with just enough pressure so as to shoot pleasure throughout not just her chest, but directly to her pussy. She could feel herself getting wet, and she began to stimulate herself, rubbing gently on her sensitive clit. God, he was good at what he did.

Before either of them even knew what they were doing, he pulled her up, and she pushed up on him, and soon, he was in her, rocking inside of her as she pushed him closer and closer to his edge, her own pussy going wild as she furiously rubbed her clit, his mouth cupping her nipples, and his tongue dancing across them like it were a feather. It wasn't rough, or slobbery. It was sensual, and just perfect, the way he worked his tongue around her sensitive skin, causing her moans to decrease as her breath grew ragged, and her eyes grew heavy with pleasure.

He could feel himself sliding in more easily, and knew she would begin to climb to her climax. He smirked at her, and whispered naughtily, "You wanna cum, babygirl?"

She nodded, a loud moan escaping her mouth, though seemingly all of her orifices, and she tightened her muscles on purpose as he shoved into her, deep and hard. He groaned, the unexpected shot of pleasure causing him to nearly scream. "Oh you bad little whore!" he whispered in her ear, and she squirmed, for it turned her on to hear her daddy say that.

She looked up at him with baby eyes that seemed to plead with him. "Am I your bad little whore, daddy?" she asked, matching his thrusts with her own.

"Yes, my pet, you are daddy's little slut!" and with that, his body shook, and Kelcie felt his hot seed fill her, deep inside her womb before suddenly, she felt it spilling out, and she came just moments after, the two of them shrieking each other's names. Kelcie collapsed ontop her father, and he put his arms around her, his dick still deep in her cunt, now deflating from his powerful orgasm, and held her.

"You were always Daddy's little girl."



Brains & Brawn



Edited by Michael-Leonard

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Prolog

It was a beautiful warm sunny day in the Valley of the Sun, just perfect for a Sunday drive with the family. Mike Stevens sat behind the wheel of his vintage Mustang convertible. Beside him, his beautiful, eight month pregnant wife Jennifer, leaned back in the bucket seat; eyes closed absorbing the warmth from the late October sun. In the back, their one year old daughter, tucked into her car seat, slept quietly as she usually did moments after beginning their drive. 

'It doesn't get any better than this,' thought Mike as he approached the intersection up ahead. A truck was in the left turn lane, waiting for the oncoming traffic to pass. The light was green and the road was clear. As Mike began to pass the truck he glanced over at Jennifer. He never saw the pickup truck that ran the light and hit the car broadside, killing him instantly. Jennifer, because of her condition, had chosen not to wear her lap belt, was thrown hard against the door and window of the car and nearly out of the vehicle. In the back, the car seat preformed its function flawlessly, protecting the baby, who began to scream.

The pickup forced the Mustang sideways, until they both ended up on the sidewalk, sandwiched between a utility pole and the traffic light pole. After the sounds of the crash, the crunching of glass and metal, the screeching of the tires, all that could be heard was the constant sound of the trucks' horn as the driver lay face first against the steering wheel. 

The trucker who had been waiting to make his turn jumped down from his truck and ran to the pickup, trying to force the drivers' door open. After a few minutes, several other drivers stopped and cautiously approach the vehicles. They looked into what was left of the Mustang, horrified at the sight. No one paid any attention to the woman holding a baby trying to calm it as she walked down the street away from the scene of the accident. The sound of a police siren and an ambulance racing to the scene could be heard in the distance as she turned from the street into her apartment complex.

Moments later EMT personnel were doing their job, assessing the situation and providing emergency aid. They could tell that the man driving the car was already dead; the pregnant woman was in extremely critical condition and probably would not survive. The police were taking care of the man in the pickup truck, who was clearly drunk and appeared to have no life threatening injuries. As they lifted the woman out of the car placing her on a stretcher, she momentarily regained consciousness.

"Please take care of my baby."

"We'll do everything we can," they assured her as they placed an oxygen mask over her face and started an IV. She slipped back into the darkness, never to wake again. The ambulance raced to the hospital, where after several hours of intensive care, it was decided that the only course of action was to free the unborn baby from the womb. Although she would never know it, Jennifer Stevens gave birth to a healthy six pound, one ounce baby boy. 

Back at the scene of the accident, the police were taking pictures of the scene and the vehicles involved, and taking statements from any eye witnesses. A criminal case was surely going to be pressed against the drunk driver. As two of the officers stood, admiring what was once a beautifully restored vehicle, one stated almost as an afterthought.

"Why would they have a car seat in the back; the baby was even born yet?"

It wasn't until the following day, during a routine search of the Stevens home, that they realized that they had another child, a baby girl, and that she was missing.

Chapter 1

Margaret O'Hara couldn't believe what she had done. She had never so much as had a parking ticket and now she had committed a felony. Margaret had gone to church that morning and prayed, asking God for a family of her own. She wanted a baby and, at thirty two years of age, felt that she would never meet a man who would give her one. She knew she wasn't the most beautiful woman in the world, but she felt that at six feet tall and one hundred thirty five pounds, even her relatively plain features would be attractive to someone. She was physically fit, had a good job as an administrator in the local hospital and everyone said she was fun to be around. She just never seemed to meet the right type of guy. 

That day she had decided to walk the several miles to and from church and had been approaching the intersection around the corner from her apartment when the accident occurred. She was the first to reach the vehicles and, although she wasn't a trained medical professional, she knew in her heart that there was nothing that could be done for either of the adults in the car. She looked in the back seat, and seeing that the little baby was safe, had reached into the car and removed her from her car seat. She didn't know why she did it, but instead of waiting at the scene, she held the baby, gently rocking her back to sleep as she walked away to the safety of her apartment. She had picked up the bag that had been thrown out of the vehicle on impact; and upon examining its contents found a couple of disposable diapers, a bottle of milk, a bottle of water, and an extra set of clothes. 

Margaret called in sick the following day. She arranged for the older woman who lived next door to baby sit for her while she shopped for all the things she would need to care for her 'new baby from God.' She told the woman that she was taking in a foster child and would probably need her to baby sit for her for several months, during the day while she worked. Margaret set up a nursery in her spare bedroom.

The next morning she went to work and found out that the parents had died from injuries sustained in the crash, but that the baby had been taken before the mother had died. She went up to the maternity ward during her lunch hour and looked through the glass at the newly born baby.

"Such a shame."

"What?"

I said, "Such a shame about the baby's parents dying like that," said the charge nurse that had come up behind her.

"I heard that the police are looking for the parents' other child. They think that someone took the child from the scene of the accident. I can't imagine who would do such a thing. I asked the detective that had stopped in to see him -- it's a boy you know -- if they were able to find any next of kin. Apparently there's no one that they can find. It seems that both parents were only children with no living relatives. Poor little guy, he's an orphan and so is his sister if they ever find her."

"What will happen to him?"

"Social services will take him, put him into the system, and hope he gets adopted. I don't think they will have any problems, he's healthy, a newborn, and there's no one to come back to challenge an adoption. I just hope they find the sister soon, who knows what kind of pervert took her."

"Yeah, me too."

"I have to get back to my office; you'll send me the paperwork for his birth certificate?"

"Don't I always?"

When she got back to her office, Margaret put together her paperwork for submitting the new births for the last several days for submission to the State Bureau of Statistics. She held the paperwork waiting for one last document, that of a baby boy named John Stevens. Later that afternoon, she received his paperwork, completed what she had to do, and sent out her paperwork. She prayed that no one would notice the additional form that was included; the one for Kathryn O'Hara, born October 24, weight eight pounds two ounces, twenty two inches, Mother -- Margaret O'Hara, Father -- Unknown.

Three weeks later she received a package in the mail; her daughter's birth certificate and social security number and various pamphlets about taking care of a new born baby and discounts for baby products.

"Well Katie; it seems that you are officially mine."

Chapter 2

In the meantime, the Department of Social Services was hard at work screening several likely candidates for the adoption of John Stevens. After an extensive background check, one couple stood out as the perfect couple for the adoption. Robert and Joan Strong were in their early thirties, both had good jobs, and the potential mother worked out of the house, therefore there would be no need for day care. They appeared to be model citizens and were extremely desirous of adopting a child. It seemed that the husband could not provide them with children because of a childhood disease that caused him to be sterile.

For once the wheels of bureaucracy turned quickly, and within two months of his birth John Stevens became John Stevens Strong. At the time of the adoption the social worker, seeing that it would serve no purpose to hide the child's ancestry from his new parents, provided them with the limited information that she had.

After a brief discussion, the parents decided that they would provide this information to their new son if he ever requested it. They agreed that they would be completely honest with him as to his adoption and who his birth parents were. 

One of Robert's pastimes was investigating his and his wife's ancestry; he had built an elaborate family tree going back some ten generations. He wanted to include their son's background as well, so he started his search into the parents' history. He was shocked to learn that John had a lost sister; they had not been given that information. So, along with the other documents that they had received, he placed an abbreviated version of John's family tree, noting that Mary Stevens, his sister, had been one year old at the time of his birth. They also included a copy of the newspaper article that had been written about the accident, noting that Mary had apparently been abducted by someone and was missing.

"I don't know why he would ever need this information or what possible use it could be to him, since in all likelihood she will never be found again, but I'll include it anyway."

Chapter 3

Years went by. Margaret decided that the apartment was just too small for her growing child. The neighbors were also a problem. Not that they were bad neighbors; on the contrary, most of them fawned over the child as if she were their own grandchild. That was the problem; most of the other tenants in the complex were senior citizens or young adults living together or alone with no kids. Margaret wanted her daughter to live in a house, in a family-oriented neighborhood with good schools, close to a park so she could play with other kids.

She found such an area in the next town over, Peoria, Arizona. It was a small, but well kept house, and best of all, in an area with a community pool nearby as well as a large park with lots of grass and a playground and a ball field. It added about twenty minutes to her commute, but it was well worth it; nothing but the best for her "Katie."

As Katie got older she grew into a pretty girl, tall for her age, everyone assumed she took after her mother. They had similar features and could be seen jogging around the park in the evenings and on the weekends. No one ever brought up the fact that there wasn't a father in the picture. Everyone just assumed that Katie was just one of countless other children that came from a single parent home. 

Katie was a real tom-boy. She loved to play sports, especially baseball. On the weekends, or when school was not in session, it was normal to see her playing alongside the neighborhood boys. She was always one of the best players and wasn't afraid to stand up for herself or her team if needed. Much to her mother's dismay, it was not uncommon for her to come home with a fat lip or a bloody nose after an altercation with a boy who thought of her as 'just a girl'.

"Katie, what am I going to do with you; you can't keep getting into fights with the neighbors, it's not lady like. Besides, one of these days you're really going to get hurt."

"Mom, don't worry about me, I can take care of myself; besides, you should see what *he* looks like," she said with a smile on her face. "I'll bet he comes to school on Monday with a black eye."

"Oh dear, please try to behave yourself; we can't afford to have you get in any trouble."

"Don't worry Mom; I only finish the fights, I never start them."

As the years passed, Katie was able to channel her competitiveness into sports; baseball, her first love, then volleyball and basketball. She was a fierce competitor and was not a good loser. In her mind, you would never achieve your goals if you accepted defeat. She always gave one hundred percent and expected nothing less from her teammates. It was this attitude that led to more than a few confrontations with her teammates; but they learned that if they followed her example they usually ended up as winners.

When Katie wasn't playing sports she was conditioning her body. By the time she was a sophomore in high school, she had convinced her mom that she needed a place to work out. Margaret got her a membership at the local gym. At the gym they showed her how to use the various pieces of circuit training equipment. Katie would complete her workout every evening, and then would walk over to the weight room and observe how the serious members of the gym would work their bodies. 

One evening she stood in the doorway admiring the chiseled body of one of off-duty instructors. After completing her set, the woman called her over.

"You've been watching me for the last couple of weeks; do you want to join me? You look to be in great shape, how tall are you?"

"I'm five feet ten."

"How much do you weigh?"

"About one hundred thirty five pounds."

"If you want to, you can work out with me. I'll show you how you can add about fifteen pounds of muscle to your body, become a lot stronger than you are now, and get more definition in your abs." 

"I don't want to disrupt your workout routine."

"You won't; if I'm not mistaken, you are a lot stronger than you realize, all you need is a little guidance and someone to push you to the next level. Besides it gets rather boring working out alone all the time. What do you say; we can start tomorrow evening."

"OK, what time do you want me to be here?"

"7:00 would be good. By the way, my name is Joan."

"I'm Katie. Thank you for letting me do this."

"Katie, don't thank me yet. You'll find me a tough task master, but I will get results, you'll see."

Katie ran home that evening and told her mother about her new workout partner and her plans for the following evening.

"Just remember that school work comes first. I want you to get a good education, that means getting into college and you'll need good grades to get in."

"I know, Mom; I'll make sure my school work is done after school or before I go to the gym. I promise."

The next evening after dinner and after completing her homework, Katie ran the mile and a half to the gym. At 7:00 sharp she met Joan in the weight room. 

"You ready?"

"I'm ready, Coach."

"Coach, I like that."

Joan put her through a series of exercises in order to determine her strength levels. She kept a notebook listing Katie's level on each and was impressed by her overall development.

"Katie, how old are you?"

"I just turned sixteen."

"Wow, you have amazing muscle development for someone so young. I don't think I reached your levels until I was a freshman in college."

Katie watched as Joan went through her arm and chest routine, noting the technique used in each exercise. As Joan finished her final set of bench presses, Katie exclaimed:

"Joan, that was amazing; you just did three sets at one hundred and seventy five pounds."

"Thanks, I've been lifting for about ten years now, not bad for an old lady of twenty-four; but I'll have you at this level by the time you graduate from high school, as long as you stick with me. Come over to the mirrors, I want to show you something."

They walked over to the mirrors and at Joan's request, Katie removed her Tee-shirt. They both stood there dressed in their gym shorts and sports bra. 

Joan said, "Watch this." 

She stood there and tightened her abs. The muscles seemed to almost pop out of her skin. Katie stared at Joan's body. It looked like she was wearing a suit of armor. She had not just a six pack, but an eight pack. 

"OK, you try."

Katie tensed her abs. Although she had virtually no body fat around her middle, her abs did not appear to be half as defined as Joan's. There was the beginning of a six pack visible, but nowhere nearly as defined. Then Joan released her abs and brought her arms up into a double bicep pose. The muscles in her arms and shoulders seem to explode into full view. Her arms appeared to be thick normally, now they looked truly awesome.

"Sixteen inch guns; your turn."

Katie struck the same pose, almost embarrassed at her lack of definition.

Sensing her discomfort, Joan said, "Don't worry, it's only your first day, give it time. It took a lot of hard work to get to my level. You'll get there and maybe beyond; it's all up to you. I just wanted to show you what I believe you are capable of. When I'm done with you, you will be stronger -- physically, and more importantly, mentally as well. Your confidence and self esteem will be evident to everyone you meet. There will be nothing that you can't do. That's it for tonight; get home and get some sleep. I'll review what we learned tonight and come up with a workout routine just for you."

"Joan, thank you so much for all that you're doing for me. But can I ask you a question?"

"You don't have to ask it. First of all, I'm doing this because I want to do it; I get the satisfaction of seeing you progress. I see a lot of me in you and I wish I had someone working with me when I was your age. Finally, I may want to do this for a living, be a personal trainer, and if I do, I'll need you to show what all our hard work can accomplish. That's why I'm doing it; there's no other hidden agenda. Besides, like I told you, it's more fun working out with someone."

Katie ran home that night, and dreamt of Joan's body and how she was going to make hers even better.

True to her word, the following day, Joan had a complete workout regimen set up for Katie. The first day was for her arms and shoulders. The exercises included push-ups, pull-ups, and chin-ups. They would move to the free weights for one- and two-arm curls, military presses and the bench press. The next day would be their legs and glutes day, starting with squats, lunges and ending on the leg press and the leg extension machines. The third day of the cycle would be for the body's core, concentrating on sit-ups, leg lifts, and crunches. On the fourth day, they would start the cycle again.

This went on for over two years. For Katie, going to the gym, working out with Joan became as normal as breathing. By the middle of her junior year, after their arms day workout, Joan asked her to come over to the mirrors. They stood side by side and tensed their abs. If you just looked at their abs you could not tell them apart; each displayed a prominent eight pack. Next was the double bicep pose, and here all the hard work that Katie had put in was even more apparent. Her shoulders were wider and thicker, and her biceps were more defined. Joan pulled a cloth tape measure from her bag and measured Katie's bicep. 

With a wry smile, Joan said, "Young grasshopper, it appears that you have caught up to and passed your instructor; seventeen and a quarter inches."

With a squeal of joy Katie reach around Joan and lifted her off the ground in bear hug and spun around.

When she finally stopped, Katie looked into Joan's eyes, and seeing something that she didn't truly understand, she put her down and turned away. 

"I'm sorry Joan, I don't ...."

"Katie, forget it, don't say anything more, I will always consider you a good friend and I understand; you're still young and you aren't ready yet, maybe you never will be. I'm OK with that. Really. I'll see you tomorrow."




Brains & Brawn



It was a very confused young woman that left the gym that night and ran home.

Chapter 4

John's life path took a different turn. As a young boy he excelled in school. He always brought home straight A's on his report card. He was popular, outgoing and funny and he was definitely not an athlete. 

Growing up, while the other boys in the neighborhood were outside playing baseball, John was content to stay indoors and watch his mother as she worked on her computer. He was always asking her questions and she never talked down to him, always giving him direct answers. He always had his head buried in books. His mother would give him classics written by Jules Verne, Mark Twain, and Robert Louis Stevenson. He was a frequent visitor to the public library, reading all the Hardy Boys novels and anything else that interested him.

At night, after supper, when his father sat in front of his computer and reviewed the financial news, they would discuss possible investment moves that his father could make. His father explained what the stock market was, what it represented, and how someone who paid attention to the current trends in the economy could accumulate wealth.

By the time he entered high school, John had accumulated over one hundred thousand dollars in his make-believe portfolio. His father would explain why the moves that he made were good or bad; why they made or lost money.

You would think that this type of behavior would make him a super nerd, a target of ridicule from all of the other students. It was because of his good looks and his sense of humor that the guys in school gave him a pass, and the girls wanted to go out with him. His mother had taught him how to dance at an early age and John never had any trouble getting a date for school dances. 

Although he was a late bloomer, John did not shy away from the opposite sex. He had the expected father and son talk about sex but never pushed himself onto any of his dates. He was always a gentleman. He was not an angel, however. 

By the time he entered his junior year of high school, he had a steady girl friend. At five-seven and one hundred thirty five pounds, with dark wavy hair, and dark eyes, John could have had his choice of almost any of the girls in his school. His girlfriend was short, blonde and had a great figure. They made a nice looking couple. Everything seemed to be going great until the beginning of his senior year. Suddenly, she began to become less interested in him, more distant. When he confronted her with his feelings she lashed out at him, telling him that she wanted a real man in her life, that he was not aggressive enough for her, that she was tired of being a virgin and she was not going to wait any longer for him to make the first move. She broke up with him.

John was heartbroken. He thought that being a gentleman, that not pressuring her to go further in their relationship, was what girls wanted in a man. Now he was confused. In addition to that, it was just not in his nature to be an aggressive type of guy.  

He retreated back into the world of books, the place in which he was most comfortable. At his graduation he took solace in the fact that he was in the top ten of his class. He had scholarship offers from several big name Ivy League schools but he decided to stay in state, accepting a full scholarship plus room and board to University of Arizona in Tucson.

The summer seemed to drag for John. He could hardly wait to begin the next phase of his life. His major was going to be in applied mathematics; his goal to get into the space program. The University of Arizona was deeply involved in, and funded by, the space programs and NASA. 

A week before he was scheduled to leave for school, his parents asked him to come to the den. As he entered he could tell that something was bothering them. His mother was the first to speak.

"John, we have something to tell you that we feel you have the right to know and are now mature enough to handle. You know we both love you very much. Oh dear, I thought I could handle this without crying but I guess I can't. Bobby, you tell him."

"John, the day you were born, your biological parents were involved in a terrible automobile accident. Your father died instantly, your mother hung on for several more hours, giving the doctors just enough time to take you from her womb before she died. Your mother and I were fortunate enough to be in position to adopt you."

"We have loved you as much as any parents can love their biological child. As far as we were concerned you were the child that we could never have."

John sat there, too stunned to speak. Everything that he had ever known about his parents had changed, or had it? They were the same parents that he had always loved, that raised him, nurtured him, that made him who he was today. They had taught him right from wrong. No, nothing had changed. He got up off his chair, and crossed the room to his parents, hugging first his mother and then his father.

"I love you both with all my heart; this changes nothing between us."

Now they all were crying tears of joy.

"Here John, I put this file together for you in case you ever got curious, or needed any information about them. There is one more thing I think you should know. You had an older sister at the time of the accident. She disappeared that day; the police believed that she was taken from the scene but have never been able to track her down."

John took the folder to his room, read it from cover to cover, including several articles from the local newspaper describing the accident and referring to the search for his missing sister. He got off the bed, closed the folder and filed it away with his other important papers.

Chapter 5

Physically Katie was a mature young woman, striking in appearance, strong willed, full of self-confidence and determination. And yet, emotionally she was still immature. Her body was sending hormones racing through her system. At times she couldn't stand it, the urges that seemed to overwhelm her, especially at night. She wanted to experiment with sex, but was afraid. Afraid to find out in which direction her urges would take her. She was sexually aroused by Joan whenever they worked out together. How could she not be, her body was perfect, she exuded sexual power. She was a mature woman; and Katie had seen the lust Joan held for her in those eyes. But it went against everything that she had been taught by her mother, by society, and what she knew her body was telling her.

The boys in school were no help to her; most of them wanted nothing to do with her. Some she had grown up with knew of her competitiveness, her aggressive behavior, and were scared of her. Others thought that the way to win her was to try to dominate her, to impose their will on her; these learned they were wrong the hard way. Finally still others believed the rumors going around school that she was a lesbian and thus avoided her like the plague. 

Near the end of her senior year she had a couple of dates, had even lost her virginity, but there was no romance involved and the experience had left her wondering if she was indeed a lesbian. The only way to find out one way or the other was to go for it. 

One evening after their workout, she surprised Joan by suggesting that they go to Joan's condo. She had made arrangements with her mom ahead of time.

"OK dear," Margaret had answered, "after all, you're a grown woman. You're almost nineteen and you've never given me any reason not to trust you. It's Friday night, call me tomorrow to let me know what your plans are. Please be careful."

"I will, Mom," Katie assured her.

When they reached her apartment Joan led the way, opened the door and let her in. Katie looked around the apartment, noting that it was clean, neat and functional.

"Why don't we shower first, the bathroom is down the hall."

Katie walked slowly towards the bathroom, while Joan moved across the living room and after searching through her rack of CD's, removed several and inserted them into her player. The room filled with the sounds of violins and cellos.

"After a hard workout, I need to relax my body and my mind."

They stood in the middle of the bathroom, facing each other. Understanding passed wordlessly between them.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I think so."

With that Joan began to slowly remove Katie's sweaty gym clothes. With each garment removed came a gentle kiss on the newly exposed skin.

"You have an amazing body, if I do say so myself. A tribute to all your hard work."

When Joan had her naked, she stepped back and, knowing that this was Katie's first time with a woman, she quickly peeled off her own clothes. Reaching into the shower, she turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. When it was just right, Joan gently guided her into the shower. The warm water had a calming effect on Katie, who was noticeably nervous. Joan poured some liquid soap into her hands and, starting from Katie's neck, began to gently lather and caress her magnificent body. Katie took the soap and returned the favor, marveling at Joan's equally impressive body, noting that it was both hard and soft at the same time. Had there been a camera hidden in the stall, the video created would have been an instant sensation. Here were two beautiful physically perfect women, water and suds dripping down their bodies, caught in a dance of showery seduction. The temperature in the bathroom was increasing and it was not caused by the water.

Joan, not wanting to overwhelm her, calmed things down a little by turning Katie around, poured a little shampoo in her hand and washing her hair. Katie sighed. When she was done, Joan rinsed out the shampoo, applied some cream rinse, and turned away from Katie who, taking the hint returned the favor. 

They rinsed out their hair, kissed, shut the water and exited the stall. Joan grabbed a big fluffy towel from the shelf and gently dried Katie's hair and body. She worshipped the body she helped create planting tiny kisses on each nipple, her well conditioned abs, her recently shaved mons and, from behind, her neck and her solid shapely butt. Katie just stood there, as if in a trance, eyes closed, absorbing the sensations that surrounded her body. Opening her eyes, she watched as Joan finished drying herself off, dropping the towel to the floor, and taking her hand and guiding her into the bedroom.

The room was completely feminine in decor, not what she would have imagined from her hard-working, demanding, Amazonian instructor. Joan pulled off the comforter, turned down the sheet and guided Katie onto the bed. As she moved over her, kissing her lips and nipping at her neck, Joan was shaking with desire for this young woman. Katie however was stiff, filled with conflicting emotions of anxiety and lust. 

"Just lay back and enjoy the sensations."

Joan slowly moved down her body, sucking on one nipple and then the other, using her tongue to circle each piece of ridged flesh. She moved lower, letting her tongue explore Katie's navel, a precursor of things to come. Joan lightly ran her tongue down the area of flesh near the pelvic bones. Katie shivered with desire, her hips arching off the bed. 'She's ready,' thought Joan as she reached under Katie's thighs, taking her cheeks into her hands and slowly licked up each side of her already moist pussy.

Katie moaned with desire. She had never felt anything like this before. Then she felt Joan's thumbs spread her open and mouth attack her clit. The double sensation of Joan's tongue swirling around it and the gentle suction on clit was too much. Her hands shot down to the back of Joan's head; as her hips began to gyrate, she screamed in ecstasy and her orgasm hit her like a run-away freight train.

"Oh God, Oh God, Yes, Yes, Yes." She stiffened, held her breath, and the world around her seemed to fade away.

The next thing she was aware of was lying on her back, feeling Joan's hand gently caressing her cheek and hearing her whisper in her ear, "welcome back."

Katie could feel Joan's body lying next to her, an arm holding her around her shoulder and she knew what would be expected from her, what would be the appropriate thing to do. Now, could she do it? She turned, kissed Joan on the lips, whispered, "Thank you, that was wonderful," and slowly moved her body over hers. Their breasts touched, she could feel Joan's extended nipples bumping into her own as she moved her body back and forth.

'I don't know what to do,' Katie thought. 'Just do what felt good before, what you would want done to you.'

She took Joan's nipple between her lips, sucked and pulled up. Joan moaned. She moved to the other one, this time biting on it, as she felt hands grip the sides of her head.

"Please, now. I can't stand it any longer," pushing Katie's head down between her legs.

With a sense of urgency, Katie used her thumbs to open Joan's lips and, without thinking, plunged her tongue into the already dripping pussy. She moved her tongue in and out, swirled it around the sides, and allowed Joan to move her head as she desired.

"Suck my clit. Bite me. I'm almost there."

Katie felt Joan's body shake. Her hips lifted off the bed and her hands had a death grip on the back of Katie's head as she tried to increase the contact between them. 

"Aaahhh, mmmm........"

Katie felt Joan relax and fall back onto the bed. She crawled up beside her and put her head on her shoulder. Joan's arm slid underneath her and held her tightly as they both fell asleep. 

They were still in that position when Katie awoke. She lay there thinking, trying to sort out the mixed emotions that she was feeling. That's when she started to cry, her body shaking slightly. She felt Joan's arm tighten around her and felt a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

"Joan, I tried, I really tried, I just can't..."

"I know, I know; don't worry, I'm a grown woman, I'll survive. I can't say I'm not disappointed, because I am. Not in you, just in the fact that in our case it didn't work out. Some people believe that love between two women is wrong, a sin against nature itself. Others believe that it's hard-wired into some of us, while others think it's a product of our environment. I'm not sure what it is, I really don't want to think about it. Someday, you'll find the person that you are destined to be with, and when you find that person, whether it's a man or a woman, you'll know. Now just hold me, please."

Katie awoke the next morning, alone in the bed; the smell of fresh coffee filled the air. Looking around for her clothes, she realized that all she had when she came here was her workout clothes. She stopped in the bathroom, the towels and their clothes were no longer there. After taking care of her morning business, she slowly walked naked into the kitchen. There was Joan, sitting naked at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of black coffee, the sounds of a washing machine coming from somewhere in the hall.

"Come sit down; you want a cup of coffee? I have our clothes in the wash, they should be done soon."

She put a cup of coffee in front of her, along with a bowl containing sweeteners of various brands and sugar, and a container of skim milk. Katie fixed her coffee, a little milk and a half of a pack of sugar, stirred it and took a sip.

"Joan, about last night, it was beautiful, but it's just not right for me. Where do we stand now, are we still friends? Can we still work out together?"

"Don't be silly, nothing has changed between us, of course we're still friends. We wouldn't be sitting here naked having a cup of coffee if we weren't friends."

"Joan, I haven't told you yet, but I received a full scholarship to the University of Arizona. They want me to play on their women's varsity softball team. It's a full ride; tuition, books and room and board, everything."

"That's wonderful, I'm so happy for you."

"I'll be moving down to Tucson at the end of August."

"That's OK, that's how it should be. I want you to keep in touch; you have my e-mail and cell number. 

You know where to find me. Whenever you are in the area and you want to work out, just let me know."

"You know I will; I owe you so much."

"You owe me nothing. One more thing, don't let me catch you letting this magnificent body of yours getting out of shape, or I'll have to put you through hell when you get home."

"OK, you have my word. Now what's the plan for today?"

"As much as I would like to see you dressed the way you are, I'll finish getting your workout clothes ready. We'll go back to the gym, work out and I'll let you go."

"Let me call my Mom; I want to let her know I'm all right and that I'll be home later."

Chapter 6

At the beginning of June, all of the area high schools held their graduation ceremonies and by the end of August all those graduates who were continuing their educations headed off to college. John and Katie were no exception. They didn't know each other, but both arrived at UA on the same day, registered, got their dorm assignments and settled in to begin the next phase of their lives.

On Wednesday classes began. As freshmen, they were assigned to certain classes which were mandatory for all first year students, English Composition and Development of Western Civilization. John's other classes included Advanced Calculus, Statistical Analysis and, to fulfill his language requirement, Spanish. Katie had chosen Accounting, Economics and Spanish, all of which would be credited towards her general requirements for graduation. She still hadn't decided what she wanted to major in.

John walked into the lecture hall early for his first Western Civ. class. The room was huge with auditorium seating for at least 250 students. He took a seat about a third of the way down and a couple of seats in from the center aisle and passed the time reading. A few minutes later, as the room began to fill, a tall good looking blonde, wearing a U of A tee-shirt and a pair of jeans, sat two seats to his left. He smiled, said hi, and returned his attention to his book. Soon after, the lecturer entered the room, turned to the large blackboard behind the podium and wrote his name and the course title. He checked his watch and began class. He explained the course, that there would be a midterm and a final, and that each student was expected to attend all lectures but that there would be no attendance taken. John let that sink in; 'college was so much different than high school,' he thought. The lecturer, who was a grad student, began with chapter one and talked for 45 minutes, writing pertinent points on the black board. John wrote them in his notebook and added points that he felt were important. Every once in a while he would glance over to the blonde, who was highlighting passages in her book with a yellow marker.

'This is SO much different than high school.'

At the end of class, everyone stood up and made their way up the stairs and out of the hall. He followed the blonde up the stairs; his eyes couldn't help but focus on her shapely ass in her tight-fitting jeans. As he turned right and walked down to the end of the corridor and up the staircase, he took a closer look at her. Her hair was cut short, her shoulders were wide and her back appeared to be much bigger than any of the girls that he knew from school. Her waist was surprisingly narrow, and he was fascinated by the way she walked. She stood perfectly erect, an air of confidence about her, as she slowly walked down the hall, like a large cat on the prowl.

All too soon, she turned into a classroom on the third floor. He looked up at the room number and smiled to himself as he realized that she was in his next class as well. She took a seat towards the back of the room and he followed her taking the seat next to her. Ten minutes later the professor, a short, very distinguished looking gentleman walked in, closed the door and began speaking in Spanish. The students started looking at one another, most not understanding a word that was said. Then, he switched to English.




Brains & Brawn



"I told you my name is Professor Sanchez, that this is first year Spanish and that I was very happy to meet you all. Spanish is one of the romance languages and I consider it one of the most beautiful."

Once again the professor gave a quick outline of the course. There would be a midterm and a final. But in addition there would be quizzes, and homework assignments that would be graded. There was also going to be an oral exam at the end of the semester. Growing up in Arizona, you come in contact with the Spanish language almost every day. John had no illusion that this was going to be easy, but he felt sure he could handle it. 

Before he realized it, the class was over and they all left the room. John's next class, English Comp, was in the next building, so he headed down the stairs and out into the hot mid-day sun. He crossed the open area and entered the other building. His class was located on the second floor. He took a seat in the back and was again pleasantly surprised when a couple of minutes later, the tall well-built blonde once again entered the room. This time seeing him, she smiled and sat down next to him.

"I have a feeling that we are going to be seeing a lot of each other this semester. My name is Katie," and she stuck out her hand.

"I'm John, nice to meet you; I think you're right."

Her hand seemed to surround his and he was surprised at the firmness of her grip.

"You from Arizona?"

"Yes," he replied, "Glendale. You?"

"Peoria; we're neighbors."

Just then, the classroom door slammed shut and the room became deathly silent. There was clicking of heels on the vinyl floor as a petite woman in her forties with dark hair and glasses marched to the front of the room. 

"My name is Ms. Barron and this is English Composition 101. If you're not supposed to be here, I suggest you leave now."

John looked over at Katie, raised his eyebrows and muttered, "Uh oh."

"Today, you are going to write a paper on what you did over the summer. I want you to give me your best work, as this paper will determine if you belong in this class or even in college for that matter." 

She handed a stack of small blue booklets to each person in the front row of seats. 

"Take one, pass the rest back. You may start when you have a booklet."

To John, it seemed like a childish exercise, but he did his best, even though English was not one of his favorite subjects. He looked over at Katie; she was still hard at work. 

"Five minutes"

That gave John just enough time to wrap up his final thoughts. He had just completed the assignment when Ms. Barron exclaimed,

"OK. Pens down. Please drop your booklet off on my desk on your way out."

When they got into the hallway John turned to Katie,

"She's going to be a tough one."

"Yeah, I knew she would be. My roommate was telling me that English Comp is the main cut course for the freshman class. They use it to weed out the students that have no business being here. I just hope I can maintain a C average."

"When's your next class?"

"Not until 2:00. How about you?"

"Mine is not until 3:00. You want to stop for a bite to eat at the Student Union?"

"Sure, let's go. We can drop our books off on the way and pick up what we need for later."

When they reached the SU, they got in line in the cafeteria. John took a slice of pizza and a soda; Katie, a salad with grilled chicken, two hard-boiled eggs, an apple and a banana, and a bottle of water. They found a table off to the side of the room and sat down. Katie looked over at his tray,

"Is that all you're having? That's not a very healthy meal."

"I really don't eat all that much. I can't believe that you can eat all that and stay as trim as you are."

"I'm starved, besides I have to eat a lot to maintain my body weight. I have a lot of muscle mass to support." Looking around, she pushed the sleeve of her shirt up her arm and flexed her bicep, holding it for just a few moments.

John's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He hadn't noticed the size of her arms while he was admiring her figure before. He had never seen a girl with arms that big before; they were much larger than his own.

"My god, you're huge! You must be awful strong."

"That I am. I'm here on an athletic scholarship."

"Football?"

"No silly; woman's softball." 

"How did you get so big, if you don't mind my asking?"

"I work out almost two hours a day, every day, and I've been doing it since I was fifteen years old."

"I was never very good at sports, I spent most of my time reading and studying. I'm here on an academic scholarship. I want to get involved in the space program."

"Oh, are you some sort of rocket scientist? I'm just teasing you. But all kidding aside, you must be really smart. Hey we make a pretty good pair; Brains and Brawn."

She laughed at her own joke and it was music to his ears. The more he talked to her, the more he became infatuated with her. There was something about her that seemed to draw him like a moth to a flame. They eased back into a casual conversation and told each other about growing up, their families, and their likes and dislikes. John couldn't believe how much they had in common.

Before they knew it, it was twenty to two. John walked Katie over to her dorm, and watched as she entered the building. He walked over to his dorm, collapsed on the bed and daydreamed about her. At a quarter to three he picked up his books for his last two classes and ran the two blocks to the building where they were held. He knew she wouldn't be there, but he looked for her anyway.

It was a little after five when he made it back to his dorm room. His roommate Eddie was there.

"So how did your first day go?"

"Not bad, how was yours?"

"Great, I only had one class today."

Eddie was here on a basketball scholarship. He was six feet nine and weighed about two hundred and fifty pounds. He had told John that he was taking the minimum number of credits that he was allowed to carry and still be considered a full-time student. He was here to make a name for himself as a basketball player; he had no intention of ever getting a degree.

"Hey John, who was that girl I saw you with at the SU? Man she looked sweet."

"She's a girl from a couple of my morning classes."

"You trying to put the moves on her or is she fair game?"

"She's just a friend for now; I just met here today."

"You better watch out, someone -- maybe me -- is gonna get her first."

"I don't think so; I think she can handle herself quite well."

"Don't say I didn't warn you. You going down for dinner?"

"Later, after the crowd thins out."

"Well, I can't wait, I'm starved. See you later, John."

It was nearly seven o'clock before John made his way to the SU for dinner. The crowd had thinned out and there were plenty of tables to choose from. As he ate he couldn't help thinking about Katie. Even though he had just met her, he knew he was already beginning to fall for her. The way she walked, smiled, laughed... everything about her made him want to know even more about her, to be with her. 

As he stared down at his empty plate, he remembered something that she had said at lunch, something about working out every day for a couple of hours. He looked at his watch. 

'I wonder if she's over at the gym right now.'

He practically ran across the campus to the gym and showed his student ID at the door. Walking around, he was amazed at the size of the place. It was so much bigger than the one at his old school. To one side, through a set of double doors, were several basketball courts, all in use. There were collapsible stands surrounding the courts and a second level of fixed seating above them. He counted eight baskets; two appeared to be in the middle of the two outer courts and were currently folded upwards towards the ceiling. As he looked a little closer he realized that he was standing under one of the baskets of the main court and at the other end of the room was the other one. The courts that were in use tonight ran width-wise across the main court which he assumed was for the varsity games.

He turned and walked out of the room. Once he was back in the vestibule, he crossed over to another set of doors which opened into a hallway. As he walked down the hall, he passed several closed doors. Inside the rooms he could see racquetball courts on one side and on the other, a well equipped workout room. He opened the door and slipped into the room. It was large, had several rows of treadmills, ellipticals and stair climbers on one side. In the middle of the room appeared to be a complete circuit of exercise equipment designed to target various muscle groups. The other side of the room contained the free weights. 

The room appeared to be nearly deserted. There were two people running on treadmills, someone in the middle of the circuit machines, and two people over on the free weights. One guy on the free weights had just finished his workout and was walking towards him; a towel around his neck, heading to the doorway leading to the locker rooms to John's left. Just as he was about to leave in disappointment he spotted her. She was just finishing up a set on the bench press. To his untrained eye, it looked like she had been lifting the detached rear axle of a railroad car. He couldn't read the numbers on the weights, but they looked heavy. She walked over to another piece of equipment, squatted down, adjusting the amount of weight on one side and then on the other. Grabbing hold of the handles which were attached to cables she began to work her shoulders and her arms. Her muscles seemed to bulge as the weights on either side of her moved up and down on the frame.

'God, she magnificent,' he thought, as he gazed at her body, his hand absent mindedly adjusting his growing erection constricted by his jeans. 

'I've got to get out of here before she sees me and thinks I'm some sort of pervert.'

He retreated out of the room and out of the gym, relieved that he hadn't been seen.

Katie finished her exercise and, looking in the mirror in front of her, flexed her biceps, a smile of satisfaction at what she had just seen, on her lips. 

'So, John seems to like strong women with muscles,' she thought. 'This could get interesting, very interesting.'

Chapter 7

They saw a lot of each other that first semester. They had at least one class together every day. They would meet for lunch, have dinner together, or arrange to meet in the library to study or do homework. They would go out socially on occasion, but neither of them considered it dating. They were just good friends, for now.

Academically, John was having no trouble at all adjusting to college life. He had aced all of his mid-terms and was well on his way to a 4.0 first semester. Katie was not having it that easy. She was passing all of her courses, but it appeared that she was destined to be, at best, an average student. She was fine with that; her primary focus at this point was the upcoming softball season. She had already met with the varsity coach and could not wait to get on the baseball field for her tryout.

One day in the early in December, they were having dinner together. The conversation centered around the upcoming finals and grade point averages. 

"Katie, you know you have to maintain at least a 2.0 GPA in order to avoid probation. If you fall below that, they can suspend you from extracurricular activities, which may include softball as well."

"What about my scholarship?"

"That too, I'm afraid."

"John, what am I going to do? I think I can eke out a B in Accounting and Economics, and a C in Western Civ, but I'm afraid of Spanish and English Comp. I need this scholarship, and I really want to play softball."

"OK, here's what we are going to do. For the next week, every spare moment we have will be used to go over Spanish and Western Civ. If we can get you up to a B in one of those two, all you'll need is a C in the other and a D in Comp. Together, we'll get you through this."

With a sequel of delight she jumped up, rushed to John's side of the table and lifted him clean out of the chair in a mind blowing, rib crunching bear hug.

"Katie put me down, I can't breathe."

Katie was in no hurry to comply, he felt wonderful in her arms. She could feel his cock twitching in his pants.

'I'm turning him on big time.' With a smile she put him back on the ground.

"I'm heading to the gym, dream about me tonight." She picked up her bag and walked out of the hall.

John, his face several shades of red darker than usual, sat back down to the applause of several students seated nearby, and waited for his erection to subside.

True to his word, John spent all of his spare time working with Katie, reviewing his notes from Western Civ and going over grammar rules and vocabulary from Spanish. Not that it was a chore. He loved every minute of it. Being in close proximity to this beautiful, overwhelming woman was almost more than he could stand. By the end of the week they were ready. Their exams were tough, but when they came out of their last one together, they each knew that they had done well. 

The following morning, John waited outside Katie's dorm. Katie's mom was picking her up early. They got a quick cup of coffee and headed over to the pre-arranged meeting place. John's mom would be picking him up later that day. When Katie spotted her mom, she waived, picked up her bag of clothes, her books and other personal items and , before running over to the car turned to John and kissed him on the cheek.

"See you in a couple of weeks."

When she got in the car, her mother having seen the kiss, asked, "Who's the young man you were with?"

"That's John; he's been my best friend at school this semester. He's helped me study; he got me through my exams. He's the best."

"He's really cute, too."

"Yeah, I know."

John, suddenly felt all alone, even though he was surrounded by hundreds of students, all trying to finish up last minute details for the semester break. It had only been several hours since he had watched Katie leave with her mother and already he missed her. 

When his mom arrived, he was ready. On the long drive back home she asked how exams were, how things were going, and had he made any friends. 

Without thinking John blurted out, "I met the most wonderful girl I've ever known. She's beautiful, fun to be with, sexy and amazingly strong."

Realizing that what he had just thought, he had said aloud -- and to his own mother -- he turned scarlet and stared straight ahead. 

'Sounds like someone's in love.' His mother just smiled and asked no more questions.

Katie made arrangements with Joan to meet her after Christmas Day at the gym. They had a great workout, during which Katie told her about the guy she had met at school.

"He's extremely smart, funny, and has Tom Cruise-like good looks, and he really likes my muscles."

"Sounds like a keeper to me. I'm happy for you Katie, truly happy. It sounds like you're in love."

"Maybe, I just may be."

They worked out hard every day for the next ten days. As she had promised, Katie had kept her body in great shape and was actually stronger now than when she had left for school.

John spent most of his time off reading and missing Katie. He did, however, meet up with a couple of friends from high school and talked their ears off about the girl he met at school.

"Come on John, who do you think you're kidding? What would a girl like that see in a guy like you?"

That night, John had an anxiety attack, what *did* Katie see in him? Could she really like a bookworm nerd like him? Was he imagining more to their friendship than there really was? The next morning he awoke fully resolved to do whatever it took to win her over.

The next semester started on January 11. They had arranged before they had left for the semester break to meet the night before at 6:00 at the SU. He sat there waiting, would she remember, would his plan work? 

He had brought a gym bag and workout clothes and he planned to ask her to help him get into shape. 

His face lit up as he saw her enter the building. She smiled that wonderful smile of hers as she glided over to his table.

"John, it's so good to see you again. I missed you," she said giving him a kiss on the cheek. She pulled out a chair and started to sit, when she spotted his gym bag. 

"What's this?"

"Katie, that's my workout stuff. I decided that I would start working out this semester. I want to get in better shape, maybe put on a little more muscle."

"That's wonderful, John. You could use a little more muscle on that body of yours. We could work out together if you don't mind joining me for late night workouts. I find that the gym is less crowded and it's easier to get a good workout after 9:00."

"I was sort of hoping that you would let me join you, I've never done anything like this before."

"It would be my pleasure; it's the least I could do to repay you for all the help you gave me last semester. By the way, I ended up with a 2.8 GPA thanks to you. But I'm warning you now, just because you're my best friend, I'm not going to go easy on you. If you're serious about this, I'm going to work that body of yours hard."

"Can we start tonight?" 

"Sure! I already worked out this afternoon, before the gym got too crowded. I'll set up a program for you just like my friend Joan had done for me. Let's have something light to eat now, then we can go over to the gym and I'll put you through some tests to see what your strength levels are. Nothing too tough tonight; after all, it's your first time."

Later, as they walked over to the gym, bits and pieces of their earlier conversation kept popping into his mind. 

'Best friend... work your body hard.... Maybe, just maybe, this could be lead to something.'

Upon entering the gym, John allowed Katie to guide him to the large fitness room. She pointed to the locker room.

"You change in there; I'll meet you at the treadmills."

John found an empty locker, changed into his shorts and tee-shirt, white socks and sneakers, and with more than a little apprehension, left the locker room. Katie had the treadmill already programmed for what she considered a short, light warm up; one mile at a pace of just under four miles per hour. 

"John, stand here, when I press this button the tread will start to move. Hold onto the handles and start to walk. The machine will slowly pick up speed until it reaches its preset pace. At that point you may feel more comfortable jogging. You can read how fast you are going and how far you've gone here; this is how much time you have left before your cool down begins. Ready?"

And she pushed the button.

She stood back and watched with amusement as John, startled by the sudden movement, latched onto the handles for dear life. When he realized that the machine was not going to throw him off, he settled down into a fast walk, which soon escalated into a slow jog. Katie watched him closely, looking for any signs of fatigue, knowing that this was the first exercise other than his daily walks on campus that John had done in a long, long time. Sure enough, around the three quarter mile mark, John began to show signs of fatigue, his mouth was wide open gulping down air and sweat was dripping down his face. Katie reached over and hit the cool down button.

"Why did you do that, I could have made it."

"John, don't worry about it. I got all the information I needed. This was a warm up exercise; you're warmed up. Come on lets go to the circuit."

As they walked to the first machine Katie wrote in her pad.

"John, this is a 'Lat Pull' machine. Sit here, reach up when I tell you and grab the bar, your hands shoulder width apart, and pull it down to your chest; let it back up until your arms are almost straight, and then repeat the exercise. This pin adjusts the amount of weight that that you will be lifting. We'll start you off with twenty pounds and see how that feels." She bent over, pulled the pin out of the weight marked one hundred, and inserted it into the one marked twenty. "OK, begin."




Daddy's Little Girl



Hindsight is twenty-twenty. Isn't that what they say? Looking back now, I can't believe that I was so blind. But what father would think, even for a second, that his precious little girl would seduce him? The thought never even crossed my mind. By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late. She had me. I've heard people say that we can never be tempted beyond what we can bear. These people have never been in my shoes. I was completely broken down by own daughter. Her masterful seduction over several months utterly destroyed my resistance. I'm no shrink, but can't imagine that there won't be any long term psychological or emotional repercussions from this.

Chloe's mother died shortly after her sixth birthday. From that time on it was just the two of us. It shouldn't be long before she leaves for college and then it will be just me. Alone. She was always a daddy's girl. We had a very close relationship. We laughed a lot and played a lot. She has always been the kind of person who lights up a room when she enters.

I wish I had recognized what she was doing early on, when I had the strength and the sense to put a stop to it. At the time, I really didn't think anything of it. I couldn't have fathomed that she was engaging in a long-term plan of seduction. But it's all becoming so clear to me now.

We used to play a game that we liked to call "ninja attack" when she was growing up. When the other person was least expecting it, we would yell, NINJA ATTACK and then leap at our prey! We'd wrestle around and laugh until our stomachs hurt. I can't count the number of times I'd be dozing off in my recliner in front of the TV only to be startled awake by those two words and seeing my little girl in mid-air flying towards me. We hadn't played in years then, several months, ago she brought the game back from the grave. She was "ninja attacking" me at least once a day.

I thought it was innocent nostalgia. I just thought she was just trying to recapture some happy memory from her youth. But as we would wrestle around, she would—every so often—let a moan. Not the normal grunts from wrestling, but pleasure moans. I didn't consciously notice at the time, but now...

She also became a lot more touchy-feely. She had always been kind of a touchy-feely gal, but her intimacy seemed to increase a lot. She would always be really close when we were talking and she was always rubbing my back, or stroking an arm. She was hugging me much more than she used to. The hugs were longer and she would press her body hard against mine. Chloe insisted that we cuddle together on the couch when we watched television. If I was sitting on my recliner she would plop herself down in my lap and lay back against my chest. She would act as if she was uncomfortable and was constantly shifting around and grinding in my lap. There was actually a few times I had to make her get up and go to the couch because the grinding was getting me hard. I was embarrassed.

Then there was an increase in the frequency of kissing. I would say that we might have kissed twice a day before it all began. I kissed her every morning when she woke up and before turning in for the evening. After we kissed, she would always say, "I love you, Daddy," in a cute, squeaky voice. She started kissing me seven or eight times a day and her voice was little slower and softer when she said, "I love you, Daddy," and she would stare deeply into my eyes.

The feature that I loved most about my late wife was her long hair. There are leg-men, breast-men, ass-men—I was a hair man. I would play with my wife's hair for hours. Nothing turned me on more than running my fingers through her hair when we were making out. Chloe had her mother's hair...only better; long, straight, silky-soft hair all the way down to her ass; shiny, shampoo-commercial hair. It was all one length, no bangs, and chestnut brown with natural highlights. It was the softest thing I have ever felt in my life.

I used to brush Chloe's hair all the time, but I started to get turned on by it, so I stopped a little over a year before the seduction started. She had asked me to start brushing her hair again, but I would always make excuses not to do it. She started playing with her hair a lot more when she was around me. She would have it up in a loose bun on top of her head and when she knew I was watching she would let down. It would fall, cascading down over her shoulders, over her breasts, down past her waist. It mesmerized me each and every time. I wanted to run my fingers through her hair with every fiber of my being, but I was too ashamed to do it because it made me rock-hard when I did.

It took every ounce of will power that I had not to run my fingers through her hair when we were cuddling together in front of the TV. She would constantly flip it and run her own fingers through it when she was on my lap. She would put her head on my chest and I could feel the softness of hair under my chin and spilling over onto my bare arms. It smelled absolutely amazing; a mixture of green apple and pear.

The frequent kisses got lengthier. She would hold her kiss just a little bit longer; just before the point when it would have gotten awkward. When I would get used to it, she would hold them for a fraction of a second longer. By the time she broke me, I would say that our "innocent" father-daughter kisses were a full three or four seconds. But the increases we so subtle, I really wasn't aware. Her lips were very full, plump, and soft.

I started to miss her whenever we weren't together. I missed the intimacy. I missed cuddling, I missed her touch; I missed her kisses, her laugh, and her smile. I began to crave our time together. We started watching a lot more movies and we even began binge-watching television series on Netflix just so we could have more daddy-daughter time. I couldn't stand being away from her even for a moment. She knew it. She had me right where she wanted me.

It's almost a blur how things escalated so quickly from this point. My hunger for physical contact at this point was colossal. The level of intimacy between us has grown so much over the past months that I couldn't keep my hands off her. It wasn't sexually charged—not consciously anyway—but just an overwhelming need to touch and be touched. It was a drug. I was addicted to the closeness and the affection. And when she sensed I was at my weakest, she struck with the speed and deadliness of a viper.

I will never forget that night for as long as I am alive. It was both the worst and most incredible night of my life. I'm horrified about what I did with my daughter, yet I still ache for her at this very moment. I'm fully aware of how wrong this whole situation is, but I am completely powerless to resist her now. I am her slave. She is my everything.

It was movie night again. It started out just as innocently as all of our movie nights. She was in her favorite pair of pajamas and she had her hair up in that loose bun on top of her head. I was in sweatpants and a t-shirt. I painted her toenails and her fingernails as we chatted about what movie we were going to watch. We selected a film and lay down on the couch together. As we were watching the movie I was softly stroking her arms. She kept pressing herself against me and I started get turned on. I was doing everything in my power to quell the erection because I knew she would feel it through my sweats. I was relieved that she got up to use the restroom and I moved over to my recliner while she was gone. I was fully aware at the moment that my own daughter was making me horny. I kept saying to myself over and over, "she your daughter you sick pig. Get a grip!"

I was leaning back in the chair silently berating myself when she came back from the bathroom. When I looked up she was running across the room toward me. She yelled, "NINJA ATTACK," and leapt in the air. She landed on top of me, hard, her legs straddling mine. She was giggling and kissing me all over my face and neck. At the same time she started grinding her pussy against my cock. She put both of her hands on my chest and leaned back. She didn't stop grinding. She looked me dead in the eyes, reached one hand up to her head, and let her hair down. As her hair flowed down all around her, as she continued to grind on my lap, I looked at her with an ungodly lust in my eyes. 

As soon as she saw that look she was on me. She put both of her hands on either side of my head and rammed her long, wet tongue down my throat. For a micro-second I realized what was happening and thought about stopping. Instead, I started running my fingers through that silky hair and kissing her more passionately than I have ever kissed a woman in my entire life. I had never been this turned on. I was completely on fire. Every single nerve in my body was heightened. I was feeling like never before. I felt everything.

I grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of her head and yanked hard. I didn't want the tongue-tango to stop but I had to pull her head back long enough so she could see the hunger in my eyes. I wanted her know. I wanted her to see the fire that was burning to the depth of my very soul. Her look reflected my own.

She reached down into my pants and grabbed hold of my granite cock before leaning forward to continue our passionate make-out session. The feel of her hair in my hands, her tongue in my mouth, and her hand around my cock was too much for me to take. I blew my load at that very moment. She switched hands and brought the semen soaked one up between our mouths. We both started licking and sucking my cum off her delicate fingers.

She let go of my rod, put her lips right up against me ear and whispered, "I want you inside me, Daddy." Then she propped herself up a bit and pulled down her pajama bottoms which were now soaking wet. No panties. Simultaneously, I reached across with both hands and tore her top from her body. No bra either. I began to fondle and kiss her perfect breasts as she lowered herself onto me. I felt the pop of her hymen. Nineteen, a physical goddess, and still a virgin...unbelievable. If there had been a point of no return, it had long since passed. I was fully inside by baby girl and I couldn't get enough.

I was a little concerned that I might hurt her since this was her first time, but I was completely lost in the moment. She was riding up and down and kissing me passionately only pausing to whisper, "Oh yesss, Daddy," in my ear. Every nerve in my body was electrified and all my senses were intensified. I could feel her, smell her, taste her, and hear her heart beating in her chest. It was something I have never experienced before. Not even with my wife. Chloe and I had become one in that moment. It felt like our souls were making love in addition to, and in unison with, our bodies. Nothing else existed. We melted into one another in perfect rhythm.

I have no idea how long we were in that position. I was completely lost in the erotic bliss and her moans of pleasure. I never wanted this moment to stop. I wanted to be inside my daughter for eternity.

After some time I sat up in the chair, lifted her up, and carried her over to the couch while remaining inside her. I laid her on her back, climbed on top of her and slowly and rhythmically trust my cock into her tight wet pussy as we made out fervently. Our bodies were a musical symphony of love, lust, and hunger. I pulled out and began to kiss her from her lips to her chin, down her neck, down to her chest pausing to kiss each breast, then down her stomach and finally to the sweet nectar between her legs. As I kissed, and sucked, and licked, her body began to vibrate. She started writhing ferociously and screaming loudly. As I felt her get close I slid myself back inside her to finish the job. We both locked eyes at the moment of her climax and the muscles in her vagina began contracting so forcefully that they pushed my cock out of her. We stared into each other's eyes for moment and then began to kiss softly and deeply.

I pulled her up to a sitting position so that I could run my fingers through her hair. We kissed, for what seemed like hours. She turned me so my back was against the back of the couch, knelt down on the floor, and spread open my legs. She took me inside her mouth and began sucking me harder than I have ever been sucked before. The softness of her hair between my fingers and draped over my thighs heightened the entire experience. When I came, she swallowed my essence and continued to suck. 

When she finally removed her mouth I got up and took her hands in mine. I stood her up, kissed her zealously, then picked her up and carried her to my bedroom. We continued to make love throughout the night. When the sun came up we took a shower together. We kissed and caressed as we washed one another. After our shower, we both ate a huge breakfast and then went back to my bedroom. We collapsed in each other's arms and slept soundly for ten hours.

I woke up to her lips pressing against mine and her silky hair caressing my cheeks. She looked into my eyes and just stared for the longest time. "We can't ever stop, Daddy," she said. 

I knew exactly what she meant. I reached up and pushed her hair behind her ear with my finger. "Chloe, I don't think we should do this ever again. I'm your father. You're my daughter." The words didn't carry any weight. She knew it. She knew she had me. Even if I wanted to stop, I knew that I couldn't. My little girl had me fully, completely, forever.



Daddy's Little Girl



I sped home through the Laguna Hills and pulled up to the gate that separated my house from the rest of the world. I reached my hand out of the car window smelled the sweet smell of jasmine, and pressed the code that opened the large iron gate to the entrance of the house I was proud was one of the largest on the street. Maybe I didn't have tennis courts like our neighbors, but I didn't need one. I had a basketball court though, and I had a pool that was featured in several architectural magazines along with the house. I was at home from work early on a Friday, fixing an afternoon snack when I heard the front door open. 

"Hi, baby. You're home from school early. I thought you were going to study with your friends at the library today like you usually do?" I said, seeing my teenage daughter walk into the kitchen. 

"I decided to do my homework at home, is that ok?" My daughter said, walking past me in an outfit that I was surprised didn't warrant a phone call home or trip to the principal's office.

"Ok baby, is everything ok?" I asked, looking at her bright pink shorts held up by a trendy white belt, half t-shirt that was practically see-through, a few dangly bracelets, and wedge sandals that made her long tan legs seem even longer than I had remembered them. An outfit that was not priced on the amount of fabric but still cost more than most teenager's whole closet of clothes. 

"Yes, Daddy." "My friends are just so boring." She replied, obviously holding something back like teenagers often do.

I knew better than to push. She was a not a child anymore, and almost finished with high school. I was lucky she wasn't as rebellious as her friends, and while she just turned eighteen last week, she was always my little girl. I met her mom about twelve years ago when her daughter was just six, and I thought to myself while I washed the dishes. The most rebellious thing she did was how she dressed, and I was lucky for that. Other girls in her class were much worse when it came to doing bad things. It seemed every generation was more at risk than the previous one, and with primetime TV shows about cooking crystal meth, and I was just happy my teenage daughter was safe and happy. Dressing sexy was just her way of getting some attention I thought. Plus times have changed and most high school girls dress that way. 

"Can I get you anything to eat baby?" I asked.

"No, that's ok, I don't want to get fat. Then no one will want to go out with me." She said. 

I wasn't sure, buy my best guess was that she was having her period. That was my go-to answer for pretty much anything that was wrong. I decided to let it go, and if she wanted to talk to me I would be there for her, but I didn't want to piss her off. 

"Ok, baby." I said.

"I'll be in my room." She said, walking upstairs and shutting her door. 

She came downstairs after the sun had gone down, and I had finished dinner and was watching TV on the couch. 

"I'm hungry." She said, opening up the fridge and grabbing some fresh strawberries. 

She sat next to me on the couch and began watching TV with me and eating strawberries out of the basket. All she had on was just a t-shirt, underwear, and fluffy slippers, and she sat down next to me and pulled my blanket off my legs and onto hers. 

"Geez," I said, tugging part of the blanket back covering up my legs and boxers. 

"Oops, sorry Daddy." She said, giggling.

When she sat down, I could tell she must have just put lotion on because she smelled as sweet as one of those lotion shops in the mall where the sales people wear little white aprons. 

"Want some?" She asked holding up a ripe strawberry, dripping with water.

"I'm ok baby." I said, and watched her bite into it, juice running out of her mouth and down her fingers.

"Do you need a napkin?" I asked, which was my way of saying. You're going to make a mess, but she didn't seem to care and just stared at the TV, and licked her fingers clean. 

"See Daddy, I don't need napkins." She said.

As usual she took control of the remote and found something more appropriate to her likes and changed the channel numerous times before settling on a dating show. After a few minutes watching teenagers go on dates and talk about what they did and didn't like about each other my daughter turned to me and said. 

"Daddy, do you think boys like me?" She said, laying her long legs across my lap, her pink painted toe-nails peeking through the end of the blanket.

"Umm, sure baby, of course, they do," I replied, covering them with the blanket. 

"Is there something you want to talk about?" I said, trying to open some sort of father-daughter dialog.

"Not really, it's kinda awkward, ya know. You're like, my dad and everything." She said.

"I see baby. Well, just think of me as a friend. You can talk to me about anything you want." I said. 

"I don't know, it's kinda personal, ya know." She said, making a face like I was kinda old and gross. The face every teenage daughter does when talking to their dad about this stuff.

"Some of the girls at school are already having sex and partying a lot." She said. 

"Oh, I see, well," I said, trying not to sound too fatherly at this moment, knowing if I wanted her to continue the wrong thing to do was to sound judgmental or unrealistic. 

"It's a normal part of growing up." I managed to say, slightly proud of listening to my inner 'right answer Rolodex' of good fatherly responses. 

"I guess so." She said. 

"Mom would freak out if I told her what I just told you." She said. 

"I freak out about other things, but I think it's important for a father and daughter to be able to communicate in a safe zone free of any judgement" I said, wondering where this wisdom was coming from. 

She changed the channel and began some romantic comedy about one-night stands. The girl in the movie was young and cute, and I didn't mind watching this cute little thing I thought to myself. In the movie, the twenty-something girl had broken up with her boyfriend and went online to meet a guy for a one-night stand. Man, I had been so horny lately, and it seemed like anything made me want to have sex, especially young girls looking for one-night stands. My wife and I have been working a lot lately, and we haven't seemed to make the time. Our daughter was often home, and things had just not clicked in a week or two, which is a long time for us. 

"Today a guy I have been talking to asked if my best friend thought he was cute and I was crushed Daddy. I really liked him and when he wanted my friend it hurt." She said, pulling me into her arms and hugging me. 

I could hear her cry and felt her sob in my arms, her breaths short and chopped by her cry. I felt so bad for her. I thought to myself how awful it is to be a teenager, and kids really can be so cruel.

"Why do you think he likes her instead of me?" "She's been sleeping with everyone at school, and she's a slut Daddy." She said.

"Hmm, that's a tough one," I said, holding my tongue, mentally searching through my new Rolodex for a good response. 

"Guys like sluts," I said, realizing I was using the opposite Rolodex, the one probably labeled, 'Things to never say out-loud to your daughter.'

"Why?" She said, hungry for information.

"Because having experience is sexy," I told her, rubbing my hand on the smooth skin of her upper thigh under the cover of the blanket.

"I guess your right dad." She said, relaxing her body and adjusting her legs slightly.

"I know I probably shouldn't be asking you this, but did you do anything with this boy?" I said.

"You mean fuck him?" "No." "But I probably should have." She said. 

"What did you guys do?" I asked, feeling my heart start to jump, knowing I had little control of what my daughter did and didn't do with boys she met.

"I don't know if I want to talk about it, daddy." She said. 

"It's up to you baby, but I think I can help you if you let me," I said.

"Well, we talked on the phone, and then he..."

"Go on.," I said.

"He drove me home from school and..."

"And?" I asked.

"...and parked the car, and we kissed."

"See that's not so bad, you can talk to me. So what was the problem exactly? I asked.

"I don't think I know how to kiss good Daddy." "What makes a girl a good kisser?" She said.

Wow, this was a hard question. I tried to think back what it was like being a teenager and learning how to kiss when suddenly something popped out of my mouth that was not completely thought through. 

"Well, have you ever practiced on your hand?" I asked.

"NO, Eww Dad!" She said.

"I think I remember maybe doing it to practice, I'm not even sure...it's been a while." I said trying to think of anything I could remember to be helpful. 

"Want don't you give it a try," I said. 

"You first." She said. 

"Ok fine," I said, holding out my palm and slowly began pressing my tongue up against it and twirling it around feeling my cock growing embarrassingly hard under her legs still resting on my lap.

"Wow." She said. "I don't know if I can do this, but I see what you mean, it looks like you know what your doing and I don't know what else to do." She continued.

"I..." She began to say and tried to open her mouth and stick out her tongue and finished. 

"I ... I can't, It's too weird." "A hand doesn't kiss back, its not real, its not going to help." "I guess I need to kiss more boys or watch more porn." She said.

Deciding not to address either of her last comments I said.

"Look kissing your hand might feel weird, because your holding it up and know its your hand, but try kissing mine and see what I mean." 

"Ew, that's gross." She said.

"It's up to you baby, but I know it will work." "If you want to be a good kisser and for boys to like you I know I can help you." I insisted.

"I know daddy, but it just seems so weird." "I mean, you're my dad and all, well, my step dad and its just kinda, strange you know." She said.

"I know baby, but I dunno, I just wanna help you, it makes me so sad to see you like this and hearing this and all." "Plus, you really shouldn't be doing any of this anyway, but I'm glad to know you aren't very experienced yet." "That's a relief," I said. 

"I've kissed boys before dad." "And done other things too, I just don't tell you." She said.

"You have?" I asked.

"Yeah, hello?" "Of course." She said.

The way she said it made me feel uncomfortable. How many guys had she kissed? Was she still a virgin? Here I thought she was innocent, and now I'm not so sure, maybe she wants just to get really good at it, like sharpen her skills or something. Oh Geez, I thought to myself. 

"Look, I'll tell you what. Kiss my hand, and I'll tell you if you're a good kisser. At least that way you will know if its something you need to work on." I said.

"You don't think that's a little weird?" She asked. 

"I guess some people could think that way if they didn't understand the context. Like if your mother walked in and you were licking my hand, but then again she always is suspicious of us." I said, trying to make light of the situation. 

"Yeah, maybe your right, she is, but I don't think a lot of daughters are out there practicing kissing with their daddies." She said.

"It's not like were doing something else," I said.

"I guess your right daddy, it's not like were fucking." She said, giving me the all too familiar 'Dad your gross' look again. 

Something about hearing her say the word "fucking" really turned me on. Something about hearing her talk about boys also was killing me. I hadn't remembered a time that I had been this horny I thought. I was extremely thankful to have a blanket covering me because my cock was hard as a rock. 

"Look, if kissing your hand scares you, then yes, maybe you need to practice a little and get over it, become more comfortable with it before you go kissing boys," I said.

"Ok fine, I'll do it, but you have to promise to tell the truth." If you think it's good or not. 

"Ok I promise, but you have to promise to tell me everything you're doing with the boys you are seeing," I said.

"That's not fair, I don't have to tell you anything if I don't want." She said.

"You're right, you don't have to, but if you want my help, then you know you can be open with me, and I will help you any way that I can. And I'm sure I know more about kissing than the boys your age." I told her. 

"You're right, Ok fine." She said. 

"Deal?" I asked.

"Ok deal." "But don't get grossed out if I tell you raunchy stuff dad."

"I won't baby girl," I said.

I held my hand up, and she moved over closer, so she was practically sitting on my lap now. I could feel her bare skin up against my leg and felt extremely wrong having a hard on while she held my hand. 

"So what do I do?" She asked.

"Well, just kiss my hand as if you were kissing your boyfriend," I said.

She pulled my hand in closer and put her lips up against my palm. I felt my cock throb in my boxers like a ticking clock. I then felt the wetness of her tongue against the palm of my hand and saw her face as she licked and twirled her tongue around until the inside of my hand was almost dripping with her saliva. I could make out glimpses of her bra inside her tiny shirt as she moved, and I watched her tongue and lips like an animal stalking its prey.

"Daddy, this doesn't feel right." She said. I began to panic thinking I had crossed the line, what were we doing? She's right, this is not good. 

"You're right," I answered immediately, about to push her legs off of my lap.

"Kissing your hand doesn't feel right, it's not even close to the real thing." She said.

I felt the feeling of relief wash through me realizing she was talking about my hand not feeling right, not any crossing of father-daughter boundaries like I had suspected.

"I have to kiss a real mouth for me to actually practice." She said.

"Your hand doesn't have a tongue or lips or anything daddy. This was a stupid idea. Now I don't want to keep my end of the deal. This isn't fair. I don't think it's a deal unless I'm actually going to be learning anything." She said.

"It's still fair baby girl. The truth is I think you are a good kisser. Even though it's just my hand, I could tell." I said. 

"How?" She asked.

"You're tongue was doing the right things instinctively, and you had the right amount of passion and heat. I guess it could have been wetter and a little sexier, but it was a really good kiss." I said.

"How about this, why don't you finish telling me what you did with this boy who made you upset and then you can decide if you want to keep the deal or not." I said.

"Ok fine, but if it grosses you out don't get mad at me." She said, giving me fair parental warning of what was to come.

"Well, lets see..." She said.

"He asked for my number at school, well first I had seen him looking at me, actually I had seen him staring at me, you know, like looking at my tits and down at my legs when he talked to me. Looking at my little shorts and stuff, and then he started passing me notes in class asking me questions." She said.

"Like asking you what?" I asked.

"He asked me if I was a virgin, and I said yes, and he then asked for my number. And sometimes instead of passing me the note he would put it in my front or back pocket himself trying to touch me a little." She said.

"Oh, ok go on." I managed to say.

"Then we started talking on the phone, and he wanted to talk about sex all the time, and sometimes I would finger myself while we were on the phone because he told me to, and he told me he was jerking off to porn while we were on the phone, and he would make me watch the same porn he was watching while we were on the phone, telling me he wanted to do all the same things to me as on the movie, and it made me horny, and then he drove me home and we kissed and he fingered me and I gave him a blowjob and let him cum in my mouth."

"I see." Were the only words I was able to utter. My cock was severely aching and hearing this stuff made my head spin. I was furious like any father would be but at the same time I felt it was better having this kind of open communication in our relationship so I could control what she was doing or about to do with the boys she was talking to.

"Now that I told you, I think its not fair that I'm learning by kissing your hand. I just told you everything, and I'm still going to be a bad kisser daddy. This is so totally not fair." She said.

"I want to practice on a real mouth." She said.

"I see," I said, not even realizing what I was answering to. I was so lost in my thoughts. All I could think about was her saying that someone came in her mouth, and she let a boy finger her. She seemed way to young for all of this to be happening, and I couldn't picture for a second my little girl getting fingered or someone cumming in her little mouth until now. And now that those thoughts were racing through my mind it was difficult to concentrate. 

"Ok great, then it's a deal." She said.

"Ok. Fine." I answered. And then asked. "What's the deal exactly?"

"You teach me how to be a good kisser using your mouth instead of your hand and I will keep telling you about the things I am doing with the boys I am talking to." She said.

"Whoah, that's not what I said, baby," I said trying to pull myself out of the quicksand.

"You're no fair daddy, and you tricked me." She said, storming off going up to her room and slamming the door hard. 

I told myself I needed to calm down and hopped in the shower to cool off. I poured some conditioner in my hand and barely even made contact with my cock, and it exploded all over the wall of the shower. I couldn't remember having an orgasm like that in a while, and as I came I was hoping it would put out the fire of thoughts that was burning a hole in my mind, but it didn't do much good, by the time I was drying myself off, my cock was standing at full attention again and my train of thoughts about my daughter never even blinked. 

I put on a bathrobe and walked up to my daughter's door and knocked. 

"Baby, can I come in?" I asked.

"No, leave me alone." She said.

"Please baby," I said.

"Not unless you agree." She said.

I stood outside her door for what seemed like an eternity feeling trapped until finally I heard the words come out of my mouth.

"Ok fine." "It's a deal," I said, and I heard her unlock her bedroom door.

"You sure?" "You're not gonna change your mind again?" She said.

"I'm sure," I said, walking into her room. A room that I was beginning to realize she was outgrowing. A room that spoke of a girl half her age, covered with pink and purple and furry stuffed animals. 

"Then prove it." She said, holding my hand and pulling me further into her room and sitting me down on her bed.

"If you want to help me, daddy, you need to teach me how to be a good kisser, and that means using your mouth to practice. Your hand isn't anything like the real thing, and I'm not going to learn anything that way." She said.

"I guess your right." I managed to say praying she didn't see my hard cock in the pajamas I put on after I had gotten out of the shower. 

"Let's pretend you just came over to study." "How do I make sure that you go home thinking I'm the best kisser in the whole world?" She asked.

"Well, I guess first we would have to be studying," I said, trying to sound as un-sarcastic as possible. 

"Ok, here's a book." She said pulling out one book for me, and one for herself. 

"Do I make the first move or wait for them?" She asked.

"Good question, always let guys make the first move but tease them, so they want to make the first move," I told her, realizing maybe I did have knowledge that was useful. 

"Like what? Give me an example?" She said.

"Ok, well, first make sure you are dressed in a cute way. Like you are now." I said, looking down at her cute oversized t-shirt, that barely covered her long legs. I could easily make out her nipples, which seemed especially hard through her practically see-through bedtime shirt. 




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"You think this is cute?" She asked.

"yes, baby," I answered. 

"Well, I don't want to be cute, that's the problem. I want to be hot. See, I knew it. Everyone just thinks I'm cute, and no one wants to fuck me." She said.

"No baby, it looks hot, it does, its just you're my daughter, I can't say those things to you," I Said.

"Ok so if I'm dressed ok, then what? How do I get him to notice me?" She asked.

"Well, I'll tell you some of what pops into my head and you see if any of them are things you would or could do, ok?" I asked. 

"First, I would make sure he can get a good look at you, like tell him to sit on your bed and you stay seated at the desk, or tell him to sit at your desk and then sit on the bed where he can see you."

"Ok. Like this?" She said pushing me to sit at the desk.

"Yes. I can see you, see this is good."

"Next, while your laying on the bed play with yourself."

"What!!?" She said.

"No, not that kind of play with yourself, just twirl a lock of hair in your fingers, touch your lips with your fingers, put your pen in your mouth, fix your dress or your top or anything your wearing. You know that kind of stuff. So it looks like your thinking about sex as much as he is kind of thing." I said.

"Oh, Ok Daddy!" She said.

"Let me try and see if it looks sexy or stupid." She said.

"Ok, baby," I said.

She put a few sticks of gum in her mouth and offered me some and then sat back down on the bed. She kept looking at her book and then pulled a string of gum into her fingers and then pulled it back into her mouth with her tongue. My cock was close to exploding in my pants, and I was scared she was going to see it. 

"Like this?" She said. 

"Yeah hun, that looks hot," I said, realizing I she was getting the hang of this pretty quickly, and I was getting the hang of being a good teacher too.

"So then what? So how do I get him next to me and start making out with me?" She asked.

"I guess you could ask him to explain something from the book, and he would have to come over or you could tell him to lock the door and sit next to you. Either one is good. The first one is what a shy girl would do, and the second one is a little sluttier." I told her.

"Ok then, lock the door and come sit next to me." She said.

I walked over to her bed holding the book in front of my robe hiding my raging hard on and sat with one leg up on her bed, realizing she was pretty quick to choose the sluttier option when the choice was presented.

"Ok so, let him make the first move right?" She asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"So do it?" She told me.

"Look before we do anything I want to make sure this is what you want. I don't want to get in trouble with your mother or the police or something, and I sure don't want to mess up your relationship with me as your daughter."

"Relax daddy, I'm not gonna tell anyone and like you said earlier it's not like we're fucking or anything, its just kissing and I'm pretty sure all daughters kiss their daddy. And I'm not going to tell the police, we are both adults anyway." She said.

"Ok," I said. Hearing a car pull up in the driveway. 

"Is... that...?" She asked.

I looked out her window and saw the unmistakable headlights of her new BMW. 

"Yup," I said.

"Oh well, we'll have to talk about this later, don't you dare tell mom." She said.

"Ok baby, I won't. Don't you tell her either." I said.

"I promise Daddy, it's our secret." She said.

For the next few days it was all I could think about, my mind was racing with all the sexual thoughts I was having for my daughter and I could barely concentrate at work. I did want to help her though, and I felt so bad that her boy trouble could bring her to tears like that. I had to do something. I also reminded myself that I needed to establish some sort of bond with her, and this was something that was important for me to do to continue to have her be open and communicative with me as her father. We kept in contact with texts over the next few days and on more than one occasion I went into the bathroom at work to relieve myself by emptying my balls of sperm in order to concentrate better and regain my focus. I hadn't ever been this horny in my life I realized and had sex with my wife a few more times than usual. One of which she noticed something and said, "Wow, that was hot. What's gotten into you?" She asked.

"Oh, nothing my love, just watching some porn," I told her.

"Well, it must be pretty good because that felt really good." She said, slipping into her high heels and walking out the front door to work. 

"See you later." She said.

"Don't forget, you promised to take our daughter to go shopping after school." She said, as she walked to her car, and I waved goodbye.

That's right, I almost forgot, I realized. I had been extremely conflicted after last week but didn't want things to be awkward, and I wanted a chance to renegotiate our deal. I did not feel comfortable helping my daughter 'become a better kisser practicing with my mouth' as she so aptly put it, but I did need to know what she was doing with the boys she met. That was not negotiable. I did not want to deal with a pregnant daughter or see our family torn apart due to teenage rebellion. Both myself and her mother had no time to raise a child, and she was still a child herself I thought. 

I picked her up from school just as she instructed me an hour or so before via text message. I saw her walking with a boy, wondering if that was the boy she was talking about, and he had that typical bad boy look going on. They walked a little further, and then he broke from her and she walked toward my car, opened the passenger door of my black Audi and got in, her tan legs and high wedge sandals sliding into the black leather seat. 

"Yay! Time to go shopping." She said.

"Oh boy," I replied, sarcastically, making that classic 'dad's about to spend some money' face. 

"This is perfect. You can help me dress to get boys." She said.

This last comment lingered with me as I drove. Did she still want my help? Had anything changed? Did she still want kissing lessons with her father?

We pulled into the parking lot, got out, and held hands as we walked through the mall, dodging the sales people in the courtyard kiosks. We approached the first store and walked in, greeted by eager teenage sales people. I saw a cute white lacy dress and asked. 

"Do you like it?"

"It's kinda short isn't daddy?" She asked, and took it from my hand and walked toward the dressing room. As per her usual shopping routine she would try on something and then walk around the store wearing it, with permission from the sales staff of course, grabbing a few additional items and go back to the dressing room to try on even more stuff. When she was walking around, holding a few new items over her arm, I saw a boy approach her. I was seated at the dressing room guarding her things when I noticed that while she was walking around, this boy walked up to her and got his phone out to get her number and pressed the numbers she gave him into his phone and walked away. 

"See its working daddy. That boy just asked for my number and said I looked cute." She said, and hugged me. She was happier than I had seen her in a long time, and I was glad. 

She tried on dress after dress and with every new outfit I became dizzy with lust. She asked me to come into the dressing room and help her unzip things and put on and take off shoes. My hands were all over her little body, and I was drunk with infatuation. Minute to minute I was helping her in and out of tiny little outfits one after the other and looking at every inch of her perfect little body. I could barely see straight, let alone think straight. The skirts were so short, and her panties were so small and I could see the outline of her pussy lips clear as day in between every skirt or dress she put on. My hands were pulling straps across her back, tugging her skirts up or down, lifting her legs to put on or take off shoes and I was beginning to feel sick with a lust so strong I wanted to bury. Her body was so young, and her skin was so smooth. I felt awful lusting after her the way I did, but it was impossible to control. 

"Dad?" She said, briefly derailing train of thought. 

"Yes? Get out of the dressing room. You know I can't try on nylons with you in here. You know girls have to take off their panties to try on nylons don't you?" She said. 

"Oh, right honey. Sorry." I said, going back to my seat outside the dressing room. 

"Daddy? Can you go get me an extra small?" She said, and held out a one-piece dress over the door of her changing room?

"Sure," I said and walked out into the abyss of racks of clothes looking for the dress. When I found it and had walked back to the dressing room, I noticed one of the sales people was helping her inside the dressing room. I knocked. 

"So this one looks really good on you." This guy said, opening the door and walking out from inside the tiny little changing closet. I wondered to myself briefly if it was normal for male employees to be inside a locked dressing room alone with cute teenage girls, maybe I needed to tell the manager, I thought. 

"Here you go honey," I said and gave her a disapproving look. 

"Daddy, he works here, and he's probably gay." She said.

"You're probably right," I replied, relaxing with her explanation that was most likely accurate. 

We walked out of that store with 5 or 6 bags of clothing and everyone in the mall seemed to be looking at her. I don't know if pheromones or things of that nature are real, but it felt like every single guy had looked at her as we walked back to the car. It didn't matter if they had girlfriends, wives or whatever if she was in their line of view, and they looked up at her, and they looked like they wanted to eat her. I thought to myself that she did look like eye candy, and I wondered what they thought when they looked at her. 

As we walked back to the car, she took the keys out of my hand and beeped the lock open and clicked the button remotely opening the trunk for me to place her bags. I shut the trunk, opened the driver's side door and got into the car in the dim light of the underground parking lot. 

"It's a good thing your windows are tinted." She said, dangling the keys in front of my eyes.

"Why?" I asked.

"So no one can see us." She said.

"See us what?" I asked, hesitantly. 

"I'm not giving you your keys until you show me how to kiss. You didn't think I forgot did you?" She asked. 

"No, I...guess I..." I said as she pulled a few pieces of sugary bubble gum out of her purse and put them in her mouth. I instantly smelled the sweet sugary aroma of the gum and she took another out and popped it into my mouth. 

"Here daddy." She said.

I looked down at her legs and saw she was wearing the black nylon stockings that she put on when kicking me out of the dressing room. 

"Did you get those at the store?" I asked. 

"Duh, of course daddy, that's why I asked you to step outside the dressing room, remember? You know girls don't wear panties when they wear stockings right? She said, repeating the information I don't think I could have forgotten if I had tried. 

"I guess I didn't think about it," I said, feeling my already hard cock pulsing in my jeans inwardly thanking the professionals of parking structure lighting for giving me the privacy that my cock deserved. 

"So make the first move, and kiss me." She said. 

"Please baby... don't you think this is..." I said struggling for the words. 

"Just help me be a better kisser, that's all, its not like were gonna have sex or I'm gonna suck you off." She said.

"Ok... ok..." I said. 

"I'm going to kiss you now. Are you ready for this? Are you sure you can handle it? You're not gonna freak out and tell your mother?" I asked. 

"Dad, boys aren't going to say that to a girl they're about to kiss. Come on, make it real." She said. 

"And no, I'm not gonna say anything, I promise." She said, looking up at me with the cutest puppy dog eyes. I imagined seeing that same puppy dog expression with her lips wrapped around my cock and my cock exploding in her mouth, and wondered what those big gleaming eyes would look like taking a load in her throat, picturing her expression contort and her face wince with sperm shooting into the back of her throat.

I leaned over and put my mouth in front of hers hoping she would change her mind. I stayed there with her lips less than an inch from mine hearing her chewing her gum, feeling her warm breath, waiting for her to back away. I pushed my face in closer, and our lips met, my upper lip above her upper lip and my bottom lip in between her lips. She pushed her tongue in my mouth and slowly began twirling it around. It was so soft, and her lips were slightly sticky with lipgloss. I pushed my tongue in her mouth and tried to control the increasing amount of force my tongue was giving her. She copied me and I could feel her tongue push harder, and I then sucked her tongue in between my lips and she again copied that sucking my tongue and showing she was eager to learn and prove herself a good kisser through each hurdle. She reached over and put the keys into the keyhole, and I started the engine. Before I could drive out of the space, she took the gum out of her mouth, held it in her fingers and pushed her lips against mine. As she kissed me, I started licking her mouth. I licked her lips, and we began kissing really heavily, my saliva coating the whole outside of her mouth and chin. The whole bottom half of her face was beginning to show a rosy color and was soaked with my saliva. 

"Wow, this is so naughty. You're such a good kisser." She said. 

"I'm so happy you're the one teaching me." She said, as I started to bury my tongue deep into the back of her throat. 

I also took the gum out of my mouth and stuck it to the paper it came from and placed it in the unused ashtray that had become a place to put loose change. She put the radio on and some pop music bumped from the speakers that seemed to have a lot of bass. I kissed her hard and was leaning over her. Her little body squirmed in the seat, and her legs were writhing back and forth. I licked her top and bottom lip one at a time, letting my tongue trace every inch of her before letting my tongue enter and explore her little mouth and then repeating the cycle from the beginning starting with her lips again and again. I was so hard and was so scared she might notice and wanted to keep this education and somewhat professional if there was such a thing, so I stopped and said. 

"Good, that's very good." 

"It is daddy? You think I'm a good kisser?" She asked. 

"Yes baby, you are, but don't forget to go slowly," I said trying to come up with something to keep this semi-legitimate if there was such a thing in this context. 

"Ok let me try." She said, pulling me on top of her and pulling my leg up in between her legs. Feeling her squirm underneath me was killing me and I could feel my knee up against her crotch as she moved her hips in circles, contorting as we kissed hard and long.

"I'm not wearing any panties." She said, and I jumped off her back into my seat. 

"Baby! You're still my daughter." I said. 

"Omg, you thought..." "I'm just pretending like what I would say to a guy Dad, geez, hello? Way to misunderstand me?" She said.

"Oh, I'm sorry baby. I just..." I said.

"You don't have to explain." She said.

"Try again." "Start over." She said. I looked down at her legs, wondering if what she said was actually true. Was she really not wearing any panties? While we kissed? Was my knee really up against her pussy? Was she wet? My mind was racing. 

Just as I was about to kiss her again, I heard a loud knock on my car window.

"Pardon me, Hey are you leaving?" A middle-aged woman asked after pressed the button to roll down the tinted glass. 

"Ah, yeah, I was just leaving." I said to the women, wondering how long she had been waiting to knock on my window, and whether or not she saw me. 

"Dad..." My daughter said.

"It's ok baby," I said, pulling out and driving off, exiting the parking structure and within a few minutes my hard-on had subsided and we were home. I was happy to see mom's BMW in the driveway, and we walked in the house. 

"Hi mom." Our little girl said. 

"Hi baby." Her mom said.

"I'm just making some dinner." She said.

"Ok mom, and then after that can I go out?" 

"I don't know, did you finish your homework and clean your room? She asked.

"I wanna go to a movie." She said. 

"With who?" I butted in.

"With the guy who got my number when we went shopping." She answered, winking at me smiling. 

"If you say so baby," I said. 

"Well if your dad is ok with it, so am I." She said.

After dinner, I was so horny and quickly took my wife to bed. We were right in the middle of fucking when I heard our daughter say. "Ok, my ride's here, see you guys later."

"Ok..." We both managed to say, slightly out of breath before I quickly pulled out and came hard all over her body.

"What's gotten into you?" My wife said, laying back on the bed satisfied. 

"You haven't fucked me like that in a while." She commented, wiping the cum from her flat stomach and her breasts. 

"Oh, I dunno, I think its because I've been going to the gym again." I said. 

"Well, whatever the reason, keep doing it." She said.



Daddy's Little Girl



Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults eighteen years of age or older. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early seventies, but by the early nineties safe sex became an absolute necessity and continues to be so today. 

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It was a beautiful Saturday morning in Tampa and I spent the morning running errands. I had one more errand on my agenda then I would be free to ride over to Clearwater Beach and spend some time on the beach checking out the hot, bikini-clad, bodies like any fifty-year old bachelor would do. In the early nineties, forty and fifty-year old women were in competition with the twenty-year olds to see how much they could stuff into a tiny bikini. Bikini tops only covered the nipples and bottoms only covered the pubic mound and were little more than a G-string.

It was a little after eleven when I pulled into the parking lot of my insurance agent who had insured my home, cars, and my life ever since my divorce twenty years earlier; it was not unusual for me to stop by for a chat and coffee. While I did need to conduct some business there I also had other things on my mind. I chose Saturdays to conduct my insurance business for two reasons; one, Tommy, my agent always took Saturdays off and two, Arlene, his forties something "office assistant", was there to run things alone. Arlene was a very attractive, Yankee transplant who had married a drunk that did not take care of her needs.

For several years I would stop by from time to time, about the same time, for coffee and some chatting, most often about her drunken husband and the fact that she was not getting "any" at home. At noon she would close the office and pull her car around back and we would spend an hour or so in the break room or one of the offices fucking.

This day, however, was very different; the office was completely changed. There were no stacks of files on the file cabinets, the reception's desk was not cluttered, and there were several potted ferns and plants located around the room. 

The door chime announced my arrival and a moment later a young woman, maybe in her early twenties, walked in from a back room, "Good morning, I'm Mica, may I help you?"

I managed to get out, "I'm Will. I just stopped by to have a cup of coffee with Arlene and to sign some papers."

"Oh yes, Arlene told me you might stop by. I have the papers right here." she said as she walked to one of the file cabinets. "Arlene asked me to tell you that she has moved away for awhile. She said you would know why."

I did know why and I wondered what took her so long to leave the drunken son-of-a-bitch. I looked Mica up and down as she looked for my file. She was cute but her style of dress was completely country bumpkin. She was fresh scrubbed and wore no make-up; her eyebrows weren't even plucked. Her auburn hair was braided and piled on top of her head. Luckily she had a pretty face and a very nice smile that showed her cute dimples. A lot of guys would pass her by without a second look, but I decided there might me a gem hidden there.

Her homemade, white, cotton blouse was long sleeved and was buttoned all the way to the neck; it did not give the slightest hint as to what might be underneath. The light blue, cotton skirt she wore was a size too big and hemmed well below the knee; her exposed lower legs were unshaven. I immediately began to wonder about her under arms too; I had gotten used to unshaven women when I was stationed in Germany in the sixties and really didn't mind it. She wore saddle oxford shoes to finish off her completely lack-of-style outfit. I have always preferred older, more mature women and it had been some time since I had been out with someone as young as thirty; I couldn't even remember one this young holding my attention since I was in high school.

She stood close beside me as she explained the purpose of each document and where I needed to sign; I could smell the scent of the dial soap she had used to bathe that morning. She left the room as I was reading and signing the papers then returned with coffee.

"Arlene said you take your coffee black." She said as she set the mug on the desk.

After signing the papers, I leaned back in my chair and sipped my coffee as Mica sorted through the papers giving me copies of each document. I complimented her about her organization of the office and how much better it looked.

"Thank you. My Daddy was a very strict disciplinarian and taught me the value of hard work and organization."

I replied, "He certainly did an excellent job. I wish I could teach that lesson to my high school students. What was his secret?"

She blushed a bit before answering, "It sometimes took a spanking to remind me of my duties."

My eyes lit up and my heart skipped a beat as an imagine of her bent over her my, . . ah, her Daddy's, knees with her dress up and her bare bottom pink from the contact of a firm hand passed through my mind; I felt a twitch in my shorts that brought my mind back to reality.

"I'm sure it was done out of love," I commented, unable to think of anything else.

She told me about the death of her mother when she was only nine and how her Daddy struggled to raise her and raise her "right". While she never mentioned it I was certain that she was "Daddy's little girl" in every sense of the word. At noon, Mica announced that she needed to close the office so she could catch the last bus home. I helped her close the office and set the alarm as I had done many times for Arlene. The difference was, this time we would not pull her car behind the office.

As we walked out the door I asked, "Why don't you let me give you a lift home so you won't have to waste your time riding the bus?"

She thought about the long ride downtown to transfer to the bus to take her home as compared to the fifteen-minute ride I offered. I assured her it would not be a problem for me and that I would enjoy getting to know more about her.

She smiled then said, "Okay, if it isn't too much trouble, but you have to let me fix you lunch." Then she added, "You remind me a lot of my Daddy; he was maybe a little taller but had the same kind eyes and gray hair."

"Ouch" she didn't have to mention my gray hair

She only lived a few miles from the office in an early, turn of the century, wooden, hurricane house with screened-in, wrap around porches set in a grove of Spanish moss, covered oak trees. The house was due for a paint job, but otherwise it was well kept; the lawn was well manicured and there was a beautiful vegetable garden at the back of the house. She had to walk a quarter of a mile to catch the bus to and from work.

When we pulled up in front she said, "Come in and have lunch with me? I have a left over peach cobbler I made last night."

Of course I did not have to think twice about the invitation; it was as if she knew exactly what my two greatest weaknesses were, pretty girls and peach cobbler. Like the office, she kept her house in the same exceptionally clean and well organized condition even though it was full of antique furniture and nick-nacks sitting about.

She led me straight through the front of the house into the kitchen where I sat at the kitchen table while she began to fix lunch. I didn't bother to ask for anything else when she poured lemonade into my glass; I was sure there was nothing stronger. She soon had leftovers warming in the oven of an old wood stove then she sat down with a glass of lemonade to talk while they warmed. 

"My Daddy was an engineer at McDill Air Force Base; he designed many of their communications systems."

After more information about her Daddy I just had to ask.

"What kinds of things did your Daddy have to spank you for doing?" I asked.

"When I was little, it was the usual things like not wanting to clean my room or playing instead of doing my homework." She admitted, and then added, "When I got older I was a bit boy crazy and my daddy did not like boys coming around the house when he was at work."

During lunch she told me more about growing up with just a father and having to find out about becoming a woman from him. She was very forth coming and didn't hesitate about mentioning her sexual education from her Daddy. 

"My first period caught us both by surprise; he immediately took me to the drug store and asked a lady working there what we needed. The next day he came home from work with his notebook full of notes on the subject and held class for me. My Daddy took everything literally, could never give you the simple answer to a question; he always gave a complete explanation, often with notes and sketches." Almost teary eyed she continued, "We had a very close and special relationship; we did "everything" together. He was a wonderful man; I miss that special relationship." 

Once lunch was over we washed the dishes together; she seemed completely at ease being close to me, even casually touching as we put up the dishes. Afterwards, Mica showed me around the old house telling me stories about what it was like growing up in it. She had moved into her Daddy's bedroom after he passed away just to feel closer to him; we ended up in the living room where she directed me to an overstuffed, well used chair. 

"Sit here; this was my Daddy's favorite chair. I often sat on his lap when he got home from work to tell him about my day," She paused then added with a smile, "and if I had been a good girl or not."

"It takes a strong character to confess doing wrong when you know you will get punished. I admire a young woman like that."

"Well, I always felt better after I was punished for doing wrong; even when I hadn't done wrong," she said with a somewhat devious smile.

I took a seat in the overstuffed chair then without a thought I patted my lap and said, "Then you must sit on my lap too."

Without hesitation she raised her arms above her head and removed several pins from her braids then ran her fingers through them; her auburn hair fell down past her shoulders. She smoothed her long skirt over her bottom as if to protect it and sat across my lap; she wiggled her bottom in my lap to get comfortable then placed her hands together in her lap.

"Is this where you got your spankings too?" I asked as I placed one hand on her waist and the other one on her hands.

She blushed a bit and nodded her head then added, "It was the last spanking I got before Daddy died a little more than two years ago. I had just turned eighteen a six months earlier."

I asked, "What could you have done at that age to deserve a spanking?"

She was quiet and solemn for several minutes then spoke softly, "An older boy from school touched me as he walked me home one afternoon. I told him, "no," but he didn't stop and I didn't do anything to make him stop."

"I can certainly understand why your Daddy was upset. Did you want him to stop?" I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders, "I wanted him to stop because I knew it was wrong, but it was a wonderful feeling that I had only felt a few times before; I liked it."

"Where did he touch you?" I asked.

"On my top." She admitted still looking down into her hands.

I moved my hand to one of her breasts and cupped it softly, "You mean like this?"

She nodded her head then added, "Then he unbuttoned my blouse and put his hand in my halter and played with my tips (a common term from old English literature for nipples)."

Mica sat passively as I unbuttoned her white, cotton blouse and moved my hand into her homemade bodice that served as her bra. She took a deep breath and shivered slightly as my fingers found her already hard tips; her bottom again wiggled in my lap. My fingers rolled her nipples as her more than ample breast filled my hand.

"Is this what you let that no-good boy do to you?" I asked as she laid her head against my shoulder. 

"Yes Daddy. I know it was wrong; I should not have given in to that feeling. That's why I deserve a spanking," She said almost on the verge of tears.

I was caught off guard by her calling me "Daddy" and I wasn't sure if she was role playing, enjoying a favorite fantasy, or reliving an actual experience. Whatever her reason, I knew that I would go along with her need to play it out. How could I have done anything less for this suffering child?

"How many licks do you think you deserve for being so brazen?" I asked.

Trembling and with tears running down her dimpled cheeks she sniffled the reply, "I guess a dozen or so, Daddy. I knew it was wrong."

I removed my hand from inside her top saying, "Then a dozen smacks on your bare bottom you shall get; you must count each one out loud."

When Mica stood up I took the opportunity to adjust my bent, but quickly hardening cock without being too noticeable. I moved to the edge of the chair to give her room to lie across my lap; she raised the back of her skirt to expose her white, cotton panty clad, young bottom then stood beside my legs. There is nothing quite as pretty as a young, firm ass in a pair of full cut, white, cotton panties; cotton absorbs moisture easily and retains the aroma longer. 

I assumed her hesitation was for me to lower her panties but I could not resist moving my hand up the backs of her smooth flanks and over the perfectly formed mounds before going to the waist band of her soft cotton garment. Like most slender women, Mica had that small open space between the tops of her thighs that you could see through and I could see the puffy lips of her vulva through the patch of light brown pubic hair. Her soul may have been preparing for her atonement but her body was obviously preparing for something else. I placed several kisses on the cool skin of her creamy white cheeks.

Once I had her panties below her cheeks it was easy to see that moisture had already matted the curly, light brown hair close to her vaginal opening as she relived a special event in her past, or had that happened because of her wiggling her bottom in my lap. My heart pounded in my ears and my breath was labored as I admired the beautiful sight so close to my face. Mica bent over and lay across my legs; my hand gently moved over the beautiful white orbs divided by a deep crevasse open just enough to see a patch of downy, soft, matted pubic hair, her legs partially restrained by the panties around her thighs.

I felt a need to tell her, "You are such a brave young woman to suffer for your sinful acts."

"Thank you, Daddy."

She sniffled several times. I brought my hand up the back of her thigh then lowered it quickly on one her cheeks. There was a sharp "smack" sound and Mica called out, "One!"; when I raised my hand to repeat the movement on her opposite cheek there was already a very pink print of my hand on the first cheek. Mica whimpered and wiggled on my lap, "Two!" I picked up the pace so as to not prolong her agony; her white cheeks jiggled and got redder each time my hand made contact. She cried and kicked her panty restrained legs as I continued spanking her.

"I won't let boys touch me there any more Daddy, I promise."

I stopped when Mica called out, "Twelve!"; for several minutes I rubbed my hand soothingly over the hot skin and red marks my hand had made on her beautiful, creamy, white cheeks. I pulled her up and back onto my lap then took my handkerchief and wiped her tears and runny nose.

I opened her blouse and bodice completely and moved my hand over the wonderfully smooth skin of her torso avoiding her nipples and breasts. After a few minutes her sniffling stopped and her fingers began to unbutton my shirt. She snuggled her face into my neck; I could feel wetness where the tears had run down her face. 

She wiggled her bare ass in my lap, but this time there was no pretense of getting more comfortable. I moved my hand up her smooth thigh to the panties restraining her legs then began pushing them further down her legs. She helped by lifting her bottom off my lap; she sat back in my lap and I slipped them down her legs and off each foot. Her body trembled from head to toe as I lifted the soft, white, cotton garment to my nose and inhaled her rich aroma. 

She hugged my neck and playfully wiggled her ass in my lap then said, "I can feel how big you are Daddy."

I squeezed her close then replied, "It's difficult for Daddy not to get big when he sees how grown up his baby girl is."

"Daddy, can I make you feel better like before?" she asked.

"Of course, but you must remember that this is our secret." I replied.

"Oh yes, Daddy; I could never tell anyone," she said giving me a big hug, "I'll get a slicker."

At first the term did not register with me then I thought back to my high school days working in a drug store. In those days condoms were not displayed on the shelves, you had to ask for them at the drug counter. The correct term for them then was "prophylactics" but most people just asked for rubbers or slickers or the more crude terms like hot rod gaskets or mud shoes.

Mica jumped up holding her skirt up to her waist so the cool air could cool her hot, pink skin and hurried to the mantle. She reached into a Prince Albert tobacco tin and came out with a "slicker" and hurried back to Daddy's chair. She took my hand and pulled me up so she could sit in the chair; she opened my pants and reached into my boxers for my completely engorged cock; with a little maneuvering she was able to get it pointed out my fly. 

I watched as she struggled to open the foil wrapped rubber without success. Finally, I took it from her hands and tore it open as she slipped her blouse and bodice off. What a beautiful sight! Her perfectly round breasts were decorated with rose pink, cone shaped areolas; her long "tips" were rock hard. Mica's slender body seemed to emphasize her small breasts making them appear larger than their "B" Cup size. Her arm pits, like her legs, were unshaven; a light patch of downy, soft hair adorned her under arms. I immediately wonder where else I might find such a soft nest. 

She examined my cock for several minutes then covered it with kisses but never put it in her mouth. Once she was satisfied with it she stretched the rubber over the swollen head then expertly rolled it down my shaft; obviously she had done it before. I took my latex encased cock into my hand and rubbed it over her smiling face then over her nipples while she held my nut sack in her hands.

Mica quickly turned around and placed her knees on the front edge of daddy's favorite chair then crossed her arms on its back. She looked over her shoulder and gave me a beautifully seductive smile. I wanted to slam my cock into her very wet, waiting pussy and feel her warmth but there was also something else I really wanted to do. I dropped to my knees facing her open red cheeks and pubic hair covered slit. Her strong musk aroma caused my cock to feel like it would split wide open. I moved my hands over the still hot skin on her creamy white cheeks before opening them wider. I kissed along the sides of her slit to her tightly puckered rear orifice then rimmed it with my tongue. I tasted her sweet nectar and tugged at her brownish, exposed, glistening, inner lips gently with my teeth. I carefully examined the remnants of the once intact, glistening membrane that had been torn asunder by someone's engorged phallus; I kissed them gently then batted them about with my tongue.

"Oh Daddy, you make me feel so good." as she wiggled her hips and pressed her sweet ass against my face.

"Mmmm Baby girl, you taste so delicious; I could just eat you up." I replied.

My tongue began attacking her small, pink clit. Mica laid her head on her arms; her upper body began to heave as she tried to provide enough oxygen to her brain, her hips ground against my face. She began to grunt and moan as she approached her pleasure peak. My tongue lapped at her clit faster as my nose pressed against her rear orifice. 




Daddy's Little Girl



She cried out, "Oh yes, Daddy!" 

I did not give her a rest; I quickly stood and pushed my rubber encased cock into her hot, wet cunt. I grasped her hips and pulled her forcefully against me; I was balls deep into the sweetest, juiciest young cunt in decades. I held her against me to allow her to adjust to my cock before beginning long, slow strokes in and out of her cunt. As I backed out, my latex encased cock glistened with her creamy juices; her glistening pink membranes seemed to grasp my cock and moved in and out with each stroke.

I picked up the pace of my strokes and began slamming against her flanks making a smacking sound as our bodies made contact. We grunted in unison as we gasped for breath. I smacked the cheeks of her ass with my hand causing them to redden again.

"Yes Daddy! I'll be a good girl!" she cried out as she pushed backward with her arms.

We were just seconds from letting go of our pent up passion. I smacked her ass again and she let go a long, sorrowful moan of pain and pleasure. My cods let go spurts of thick, white cream that filled the nipple of the rubber and began a backwash up my shaft. A loud grunt escaped my mouth as my body almost collapsed against the long slender back of the young woman whose cunt I had been pounding; I was certain my legs would give away and dump me in the floor.

My cock began to shrink in the semen filled rubber; I grasped the rim to stop it from dumping its contents into the red, swollen membrane sheath. I moved the slimy, shrunken member over Mica's sweet ass as I held the semen filled rubber in my hand looking for some place to put it down.

Mica reached back and took it from my hand, "I'll take it Daddy."

She turned around in Daddy's favorite chair holding the semen filled rubber in one hand. Her skirt fell down her legs as she took my hand and guided me to the bathroom. She flushed the rubber in the toilet then adjusted the water in the shower before removing the rest of our clothes; as she slid my shorts off she took my slimy, shrunken cock in her mouth. Once in the shower she kissed me deeply; it was not the kiss of an inexperienced young girl, but rather the kiss of a passionate woman.

"Thank you for letting me relive that wonderful experience. If you want to stay for a while we can have a wonderful, sex filled afternoon." 

We took turns lathering each other up with dial soap then rubbing our bodies together to enjoy the slippery feel. Mica loved the feeling of her body being pushed against the cool tile and being fucked from behind. She watched from her knees as I stood under the shower and the water rinsed the suds down my body; just before she took my engorged cock in her mouth she told me,

"It took the longest time before Daddy would let me "take him" in my mouth. I love the feel of a hard man in my mouth." 

And a "wonderful sex filled afternoon" it was too. Mica admitted that Arlene had told her about our Saturday afternoon trysts and that she should give me a try. I also found out that Mica did not tell her Daddy everything she was doing wrong; like when she gave blow jobs to the boys who walked her home from school. She admitted that sometimes she made up more minor misdeeds because she liked her Daddy pulling her panties down and spanking her. 

"Do you think it was terrible that my Daddy and I had that kind of relationship?"

"No, I don't think it was terrible; it may not have been the norm but you didn't have a choice about being raised by just your Daddy. My ex-wife had a "thing" for her Daddy; she used to peek in her parent's bedroom to watch her Mom and Dad have sex. She often picked lovers her Dad's age to join us for threesomes."

"Wow that sounds like fun; I want to hear more about that." 

Between having sex we swapped stories of our past experiences. She described how her Daddy had caught her "pleasuring" herself under the covers one night and made her show him exactly what she was doing. He explained that it was his duty to make sure she was not hurting herself. When he stood up from the bed to leave her room, his erect penis popped out of his pajamas. They were both surprised, but when Mica asked him questions about it, she saw how embarrassed he was; she asked to see it closer then reached out and took it in her hand.

"That was when I decided I wanted to know more about sex. I didn't have a mother so I had to ask my Daddy questions about it; I could count on him to give me the complete answers and he always became erect when I asked him questions."

They didn't have a television so at night Mica would sit on her daddy's lap and they would listen to classical music on the radio while they took turns reading from the Great Books series of classic literature. Mica hemmed several of her gowns shorter claiming she was getting taller just so her Daddy could see more of her; sometimes she would forget to be lady like and give her Daddy a quick peek as she crossed or uncrossed her legs. She checked to see if her Daddy noticed; he did.

We took a break and went to the kitchen for more lemonade and a snack; after Mica poured the lemonade I pulled her onto my lap so we could fuck in the chair while we ate and told stories. I loved the feel of her riding my bareback cock, but she quickly insisted on retrieving the last "slicker" from the Prince Albert tin her Daddy had left; I would have to go to my truck to resupply soon. Mica continued with one of her stories as she rolled the rubber down my shaft.

"One day I was wearing just my panties when I walked in on Daddy getting out of the shower; I noticed there was something different about him so I asked, 'Why isn't your penis big and rigid like it was before?' As he tried to explain, I walked over and took it in my hand." 

She laughed as she told me how her Daddy's penis grew in her hand as he tried to explain how it worked; she slowly stroked him until he stopped talking in mid-sentence and just stood there with his eyes closed, breathing deeply. She rubbed his erect penis against her smooth stomach and continued stroking him; he groaned loudly and shot spurts of hot liquid on her cool skin.

"Oh Daddy, did I hurt you?" She asked as he shrunk in her hand and the hot liquid began to cool against her skin and slowly slid down her torso.

Mica stopped talking and began riding my cock slowly. At first I thought her Daddy was probably a pervert who took advantage of his innocent daughter; later I considered that maybe Daddy was just a lonely old man who was taken advantage of by his cunning, sexually curious daughter. I came to realize, however, that neither was true; Mica and her Daddy were just two, very bright, socially awkward, unconventional people trying to cope in the conventional world.

I had no doubt that as Mica began riding my cock faster and her nipples bounced past my lips, she was actually fucking her Daddy. Long after the role playing was over she still gasped, "Yes Daddy" during her orgasms. 

"Tell me about how you gave your virginity to your Daddy."

She chuckled then began, "It was the night we finished reading Homer's, The Iliad; I wanted to know more about the rape and seduction of Helen and wanted to know more about how sex took place..."

When her Daddy tried to explain it in general terms Mica would ask her questions in a more specific personal form. "You mean you would have to tear away my hymen with your erect penis? Would that hurt me Daddy?"

Eventually Mica lifted her gown and asked Daddy for a "show and tell" lesson so she could better understand the entire concept. She recalled that just after their surprise from her first menstrual period her Daddy got a book from the library and with a hand mirror they learned the female genital parts together; her Daddy admitted that it was his first time seeing them up close. When he pointed to her hymen covered vagina with his finger she expressed her doubts.

"Daddy, I don't think a penis as big as yours could ever go there."

He tried to show her with his finger, but she was much too tight and it hurt her. She had heard enough information from the girls at school and wasn't ready to back out over some pain. After all, she enjoyed the pain from her Daddy spanking her; she even made up stories of wrong doing at times just to feel that pain again.

"If it is going to hurt Daddy, you will have to be the one to do it. I would never let anyone else do that to me; I know how much you care for me."

Mica's Daddy seemed to be concerned about others finding out about them and that they might be ridiculed in the community; she tried to assure him it would be their secret.

"Daddy, I haven't told anyone about how big you get when you pull my panties down to spank me; I have not told anyone about holding you in my hand while you ejaculated on me. I have never told anyone that we sometimes shower together or that on stormy nights we sleep together. I can keep a secret Daddy, you know I can." 

Mica made a good argument, but her Daddy wanted her to think about it more and sent her off to bed. After several hours of tossing and turning she got up and went to Daddy's room. She stood beside his bed and watched him sleep for several minutes then she dropped her gown to the floor close to her Daddy's pajama bottoms and slid under the covers with him. His back was warm against her cool breasts and tummy; her hand went to his limp phallus as she kissed his neck. As his manhood began to respond in her hand the rest of his body slowly began to wake also; he whispered her name.

"I'm here for you, Daddy," Mica whispered to him.

She wiggled her sweet ass playfully and squeezed my cock with the muscles of her cunt as if she was reliving special night.

"I watched as Daddy reached for something in the night stand then he knelt between my legs; I had never seen him so big and so rigid before. He opened a small package and placed a round latex thing over the end of his penis; I realized the object must have been one of those rubbers that the girls at school had talked about using to keep from getting pregnant. As Daddy rolled the rubber down his shaft I wondered how he could get it in such a small place as my vagina; surly it would be very painful." 

Mica began moving her hips slowly back and forth to feel my hard cock wallowing in her warm, secure nest; she rubbed the fingers of each hand over her nipples as she continued her story.

"Daddy moved closer on his knees until the tip of his penis touched against me for the first time then he took it in his hand and rubbed it up and down between my lips for several minutes; I thought I would go crazy. He pushed my legs up to my chest; I felt him pushing below my hymen. It was already somewhat painful, but I didn't say a word. He told me to count to three out loud then straighten my legs out and point my toes at the wall behind him in one quick movement. 

As soon as I said three I felt a sharp pain go through me like a hot poker; I screamed and grabbed Daddy around the neck. For several minutes neither of us moved a muscle; when I squeezed my vaginal muscles I realized Daddy was completely in me. His huge, hard penis was in me; I was no longer a virgin, I was a woman at eighteen."

She was smiling; she kissed me and hugged me tight then continued her story.

"Daddy was afraid to move, afraid he might hurt me. I wanted to feel more, but I wasn't sure what to do. I moved my hands to his hips and used them as leverage to lift my hips off the bed; I felt very sore at first, but there was another feeling. A feeling I had only felt when Daddy spanked me on my bare bottom or when I touched myself under the covers late at night." 

"The more I moved my hips the better it felt; soon Daddy was moving his hips too and I could feel his big, hard penis moving in and out of me. The faster Daddy moved the faster he grunted and moaned; the faster he grunted and moaned the more excited I became. Daddy made a very loud grunting sound that I had only heard the time I held him in my hand and he pumped loads of hot creamy liquid over my belly. I pumped my hips faster until my entire world exploded. I collapsed unable to move a muscle. Daddy was on his elbows and knees trying to catch his breath; we were soaked in sweat."

"After a few minutes Daddy got up and turned on the light; he stood beside the bed, his penis shrunken to its normal size and the rubber about to slip off under the weight of all the gooey semen it held. There was blood on the rubber and when I looked there was blood on the sheet too; every time I change the sheets I see the blood stain and remember that wonderful night. I reached up and slid the rubber off then went to the bathroom to flush it down the toilet; I wanted to check myself to see the damage. I held my hand mirror close and saw more blood; my fingers explored the damage, the once intact membrane that had protected my private place was ripped apart. It was still very tender but that healed in time."

Mica was pumping her hips like crazy; she was just minutes away from another orgasm. I quickly caught up and we grunted our way through another orgasm. When Mica stood up I looked down at my still engorged cock; this time there wasn't enough semen to even fill the nipple let alone cause a backwash. When I told her we needed to get more rubbers from the truck, she took my hand.

"Come on; let's go get them naked," and off we went to the front yard where my truck was parked. Mica admitted that she loved being outdoors nude. It wasn't long before I put a folded, beach towel on the hot hood of my IH Scout and buried my face between the long shapely, unshaven legs of a young woman a third my age. I had found a true gem. 

I never did get to Clearwater Beach that day to see all the tight, tan bodies stuffed in tiny bikinis, but Mica helped me to forget what I was missing. We continued to see each other from time to time as she worked part time at the insurance office and attended classes at the university. A single swat on her ass and she would switch from an intelligent, university woman to Daddy's little girl; we even entertained several small groups of friends who enjoyed playing their versions of Daddy's little girl.



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Daddy's Little Girl



Street lights lit the dark damp pavement of the quiet suburban street. Breathing heavily with anger, 18 year old Katie, creeped up to her house. She reached into her pocket to pull out her keys at the front door. Neighborhood dogs were barking, she knew she had to hurry inside. She slowly unlocked the front door, hoping to not wake her father and stepmother... 2 am was not the time to explain why she had left her mother's house. 

As she quietly top toed up the stairs to her room, she heard faint moaning. Jealousy surged though her body and she knew she'd have to get past it. No matter how tiny her clothes or how she pressed against him when they hugged, her daddy would never cross that line. She had seen him watching her and had hoped he give in, but nothing. Now he was fucking that whore. "I need to find a way to tell him what she's been doing." She thought. 

She crept to her room silently and set her things on her dresser, she went into the bathroom and removed her clothes. Katie was shorter than most girls, five foot even, she was slim, fit, a slight hour glass figure. D cup breasts and a baby smooth pussy. She reached in the shower and turned on the water.

She climbed under the steaming hot water, trying desperately to wash away the evening. She grabbed her vibrator knowing it was the only way she could, her thoughts drifting to her father and his lean body. Moaning loudly she came. 

She was drying off when she heard her door open,

"Katie?" Her dad asked poking his head around the door. 

"Daddy!" She said forgetting about the towel and running into his arms.

"Baby, I think you should put some clothes on." His erection already bulging against her stomach.

Before she could stop her self her hand was grazing over his crotch giving the bulge a light squeeze. She was in shock how hard he was against her palm. Instantly she felt her body heat up with arousal...

"Katie! What are you doing?" He pushed her gently away but his eyes traveled down her naked body. "You can can't touch me like that, Katie. You are my daughter."

Grabbing his hand and pressing it against her full breast, she looked at him and said "please Daddy. Just this once, I need you to comfort me."

He tried to pull his hand away but she held it firmly as she moved it down her body... Then she kneeled down in front of him and started to remove his pajama pants. His rock hard cock spring out almost hitting her in the face. She giggled quietly before kissing the tip gently. "Katie. Baby, we can't do this. It's not right. Your stepmother might wake up. "Jake said trying to pull his pants back up... 

"Daddy! Sit down! On my bed. Now." She whispered sternly. 

Jake stumbled back onto her bed. Fumbling trying to pull his pants up and will his erection to subside. He couldn't believe his sweet little girl was doing this. "She's not really a little girl anymore." He thought as his eyes traveled over her body. Her firm perky breasts moved with each breath she took her hips just slightly larger then her mother's, her ass big and plump. Katie licked her lips as she knelt down in front of her daddy. She'd been dreaming of sucking Daddy's cock since the first time she walked in on him in the shower...

She wrapped her hands firmly around the shaft stroking upwards and licking the tip..."Tell me you want me Daddy..." She said before taking Daddy's cock into her mouth. She gagged a little, as she'd never sucked such a huge cock, but kept going until he was balls deep in her mouth. She felt him quiver as she started moving slowly up and down.

"Baby girl we shouldn't do this..." Jake moaned as his daughter gave him the best blow job he'd ever experienced. He grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and arched into her mouth... She swallowed every inch of her daddy's cock and as he came in her pretty little mouth he knew he was done for. 

Wiping the sides of her mouth, she looked up and quietly asked "Daddy, are you ok?" Jake grabbed her hand and pulled her close. Kissing her soft full lips, he looked at her with a twinkle in his eye and whispered against her lips...

"Your turn." 

Throwing her up onto the bed, he moved between her legs. "Are you a virgin, Katie girl?" He asked, looking up from her tight hole. 

She blushed, "Yes, Daddy. I've been hoping you would pop my cherry. I've sucked a few dicks but saved that for you." Licking his lips, he buried his face into her folds. Smelling her sweet scent and tasting her juices. No woman he had ever had, had tasted so sweet. He knew she was his now and he would make her feel so good. Licking her gently at first, until she moaned and arched into his face. Then he inserted a finger into his daughter's virgin hole and licked hungrily at her clit. He felt her body start to twitch moments before her juices exploded into his waiting mouth. Darting his tongue into her pussy desperately wanting to taste every drop. 

"Please Daddy, I need to inside me. I need to feel you." Katie begged pulling his head up to her face and kissing him passionately. Tasting her juices on his tounge only made her want him more. 

Jake pulled back and looked at his sweet daughter, "Are you sure you want Daddy to take your virginity?" Without saying a word her hand guided the head of his, once again, hard as a rock cock into the opening running the tip against her clit. 

"Please fuck me Daddy..." She whispered in his ear as she arched herself onto him. He slowly entered her tight hole, he immediately thought he would come from the tightness but held off. Slowly he started pumping into her... Her moans making him move faster and hard. "Yes Daddy. Fuck me harder." She screamed. He kissed her hard to keep her quiet as they both exploded together... He collapsed on top of her. 

He laid there a second before rolling over and pulling her close to him. Knowing he couldn't stay long he held her tightly. 

"Thank you Daddy. That was amazing." Katie whispered as she drifted to sleep. He knew he should tell her they couldn't do that again, but he knew he would. He couldn't resist her any longer. How was he going to explain this to his wife???

To be continued...



Damned Bluegrass



"It's in the streetlights as they first flicker on," the old man said, lighting his pipe. A fragrant, bluish tail of smoke began to curl up toward the rafters. "The broadening glow, faint against the twilight but steadily growing, expanding in intensity until it forms an orangey cone. If the streets are deserted and the crickets quiet, you can hear it, the low hum that soon seems to rub the back of your head. Once you hear it, it doesn't let go."

He paused again, slowly letting a ring of smoke roll out of his mouth, upward toward the light bulb dangling on a long wire. I waited... and waited... and waited. Finally giving up hope that he would speak again, I leaned forward, "But what's that got to do with..."

"Now calm down there, I'm getting to that. You asking what's streetlights got to do with bluegrass? Right?" he asked, pausing until I nodded my head. "Well I'll tell you. Not much, not much at all."

"But..."

"Wait now, hear? I said not much, but it's got a little to do with them. Like the buzzing, that buzzing that gets you in the back of your head. Once you hear it, it doesn't let go. Well, bluegrass is like that."

"Like a buzzing streetlight?" I asked, wondering from what low rent bar my publisher scraped this knot of wood from.

"It doesn't sound like that, it's just like that. It starts up when you're young and you don't really notice it, until it grows a little. Maybe it's annoying at first, but soon you're tapping your feet and before long you find it's hard to sleep without it. Just like those streetlights."

"Wait a minute here, you telling me they got streetlights in all these backwood towns around here. Hell, they haven't even..."

"Okay, okay, you got me there," the old man said. He grabbed a shot glass, quickly downed the whiskey, then grabbed a Blue Ribbon and took a swig. "I guess I better tell you a better story."

"A better story? Just what is this?" I protested, ready to pack up my tape recorder and roll out of there. "Good thing the drinks'll go on my expense report."

"Now, now, don't you go talking expense report, you hear? I really do know the bluegrass. You know that little girl... Allison, ah Allison..."

"Krause?"

"Yeah, that's her. Well I knew her daddy, before he even got married. And I know her too. I used to eat with them almost every Sunday. Hell, she even calls me Pappy." 

I rolled my eyes in disbelief, noticing his beer glass was empty. Now was the time to get out. "Well, I think I've got..."

"Now don't you go now. I know them Mountain Boys."

"Which Mountain Boys?" I asked, wishing I had an idea what Bluegrass was about. Damn, I told them I could cover jazz, maybe some light rock, but Bluegrass? Crazy bunch of hillbillies.

"Darn now if you didn't make me forget. I know Dolly."

"Parton?" 

"I said I know Dolly."

"That's Dolly Parton?"

"Yeah, I knew her before she got all her hair."

"That's it, I'm out of here," I shouted, picking up the tape recorder. I tossed two twenties to the bartender. "Keep it," I said as he reached to the register for change. Without even picking up a receipt, I headed to the door.

"But, I mean it," the old man said, "I'm going to see Dolly tonight. She's singing at the show tonight. I'll meet her backstage."

I continued out the door. "Dolly Parton, I'm sure," I said to myself, opening my car door.

I headed back to the hotel, but couldn't get my plane reservations changed. "Damn Podunk airport, one flight a day!" I mumbled to myself as I stretched out on the bed. After dozing for a couple of hours, I woke up and groggily turned on the TV. 

There was nothing much on, so I clicked over to the movie menu and after looking through the regular movies, I took a peek at the porn selection they had. I had watched these movies before, first run hardcore stuff, except they cleaned off the cum shots. I decided order up one featuring some lesbian action so there was nothing I could miss.

I slipped off my jockeys and tee shirt and then went into the bathroom to grab a wash cloth. Returning to the bed I sat on the edge and saw the action had already started. Wincing a bit at the oversize breasts, I watched closely as the two women moved into a sixty-nine position. Between the moaning and slurping, I figured I'd better turn down the television, no need letting the neighbors know what I was watching.

As the women began to take turns coming, I teased my nipples a bit, feeling the sensation run down to my cock, which twitched with each pinch. With the exception of an occasional stroke on my cock, I concentrated on my nipples, holding myself off coming so early in the movie. I lasted through one scene, but the next scene included a redhead, a natural one from what I could tell here. Anyway, seeing the red hair above those delicious lips had me stroking myself furiously with my right hand while I circled my nipples with the fingers of my left hand.

Long before the scene ended I sprayed my come up onto my stomach, where it pooled in warm, white, glistening puddles. I watched as the red head came at the experienced mouth of her friend, and then turned off the movie. Using the washcloth I mopped myself up and then clicked over to the television.

For some reason the cable wasn't working, so I had only the local Tri-Cities news to watch. I turned up the sound a bit and then something caught my attention. As I watched I had to sit up because there, there on the screen I saw him! I saw the old man I talked to in the bar, he was right there on the screen. I turned up the sound some more and listened.

"...a special surprise for Dolly Parton, 'Old Pap' Whittington stopped by to say hello. I tell you folks, it was some surprise. Most of the performers here tonight owe everything to 'Old Pap.'"

Before I could turn off the sound, I heard Dolly Parton's voice: "Why Pappy used to change my diapers..." The sound went mute as I hit myself in the head with the remote.

My forehead smarted as I turned off TV and started thinking about dinner. The bar was about the only place with any decent food. I grabbed my keys and headed for the car. As I started it the radio immediately began playing. I tried to find another station, but only one was working. "It's gonna be a long night," I moaned to myself as the banjo's twanged loudly. "Damned Bluegrass!"



Damned Goats



It was only spring but it had been a very hot and humid day. What I really wanted to do after getting home from work was to go for a swim. But it was spring. The council rules said that the local swimming pool opened for the summer season. A heat wave during spring didn't count. Rules are rules. And bureaucrats are idiots, but the pool stayed closed.

I was sulking around the place after dinner when a friend dropped over. Marie was also hot and sticky and desirous of a nice cool dip in some water. She also had an idea.

"Why don't we cut across the park to the river and have a dip in that old swimming hole," she suggested.

"For one reason, the council have posted no swimming signs," I groused.

"That's only to force people to use the pool and the pool isn't open. They're not going to enforce the rule right now."

Marie had a point there.

"Um, what about the riff-raff that usually hang out there?" I asked.

"Both the riff and the raff are rather young. They're there after school. At this time of the evening they'll be at home watching TV."

I conceded that Marie might have the right idea. It may not be a very good idea, but in this weather it was the right one. We slipped on our bikinis and headed out.

OK, so it seemed to have turned into a very good idea. There was no-one around and the water was cool and refreshing. Marie, being Marie, had to push it a little.

"Skinny dipping?" I nearly shrieked at her. "Are you crazy? We're out in public. What if someone comes along?"

"What if they do? It's nearly dark. All they'll see is a couple of girls in the water. They won't know we're deliciously naked."

"Ha. And what if they decide to hang around?"

"We out-wait them," said Marie quite coolly. "Besides which, we'll probably spot anyone coming in the twilight and as soon as it's dark anyone who comes won't even see us."

The whole idea was absurd and how I let myself be talked into it was beyond me. We finished up swimming naked, our bikinis neatly piled on top of our dresses. Marie was correct about the twilight. It was getting dark quite quickly now and any passers-by probably wouldn't even notice us. 

That's what I thought until I thought I spotted movement on the bank near where we left our clothes. 

"Ah, Marie," I said softly, not wanting to make our presence known. "I think there's someone at our clothes."

"Get the hell away from our things," bellowed Marie, apparently not quite so worried about being caught skinny-dipping. "If I have to come over there you'll catch it."

I couldn't help but think that if a naked Marie suddenly appeared on the path yelling and cursing, she just might catch something, something along the lines of arrest for indecent exposure.

Mind you, she did get a prompt answer. There was a loud "Maaaa" from the bank and Marie burst out laughing. 

"It's just one of those feral goats that the Council is promising to round up," she said. "They're harmless. We'll just go and shoo them away."

She swam over to the bank with me close behind. Then she was clambering up the bank onto the path, clapping her hands and going, "Haaa! Haaa!" Then she was screaming and running back into the water with a bloody great, smelly, billy goat charging at her. Just to show I don't always follow Marie I led the way into the water. With some haste I might add.

"Plan B," Marie muttered. "We'll just wait until the goats go away."

We continued sporting about in the pool. As long as the goats didn't decide to join us we were quite happy. It wasn't all that long before we heard them moving off. It was also nearly full dark. 

"About time we headed homeward," I said, heading towards the bank.

I strolled over to where we'd left our clothes and they weren't there.

"Ah, Marie, I think we have a problem," I said.

She joined me looking around for our clothes. Our sandals were there but that was it.

"Those damn goats," growled Marie. "They've dragged our clothes into the bushes. We'll have to feel around and see if we can find them."

"Don't bother," I said sadly, holding up half a bikini top. "They didn't take them so much as they ate them."

There was a short interval at this point while Marie expressed her opinion of goats, Councils that didn't get rid of them and bureaucrats who closed public pools during a heatwave because that was what the rulebook said.

"Now that you've had your say," I said after her little tirade was finished, "what are we going to do?"

"Go home, of course, but I think we might wait until it's darker. We've at least got our sandals. We can cross the park walking on the grass. That way, no-one will hear us, but if anyone is on the paths we'll hear them and can hide."

"And after we've crossed the park?" I asked. "It's still two blocks to my house."

"We'll sneak down the street. If we see anyone coming we can hide behind any handy fences or bushes. We'll be right."

"We'd better be. If it looks as though we're going to be caught I'm going to throw you to them as a sacrifice while I run like the clappers."

While we were waiting for it to get darker we fished around in the nearby bushes hopefully. I found a nice long stick which I decided to keep.

"What's with the stick?" Marie wanted to know.

"Self-defence if we need it. Man or goat will cop it if they come near me. And I can use it to hit you when we get home for getting me into this mess."

Marie laughed and fished around for her own stick. We abruptly stopped looking for sticks and clothes when a stick Marie reached for wriggled away. We moved well back from the bushes after that.

Finally it was dark enough for us to venture forth and we started sneaking across the park, staying on the grass and near bushes where possible. We actually made it more than half way across before we ran into anyone.

We heard the crunching of feet on the gravel path and hastily took cover behind some bushes, peeping out to watch the couple pass. There were a few lights in the park, mainly dotted where paths happened to cross. The approaching couple passed under the one nearest us and I was promptly spitting chips.

"Isn't that Tod and Amanda," whispered Marie, nudging me.

"Yes," I said through gritted teeth.

Why was I annoyed? How about because Tod has been pressing hard to be my steady and to get me into bed. I was almost ready to accept both propositions. And here he was walking through the park at night with Saint Amanda. She makes me sick with her more virginal than you attitude. Which raises another point. Why was she wandering through the park at night with a man, let alone one who was supposedly fixing his interest on me?

If it wasn't for a little matter of goats and clothes my stick and I would be having a serious discussion with Tod and Amanda right now. As it was all I could do was hide behind the bushes and seethe.

Things rapidly got worse. The pair of them stepped off the path onto the grass and stopped. I could hear Amanda protesting mildly but Tod was over-riding her objections. They still had the light behind them and we could see them quite clearly. 

Right there in front of us Tod unzipped and brought out his package. I half expected Saint Amanda to scream and bolt, but no. She took hold of him with one hand and started stroking, not that he seemed to have all that much to stroke. I hadn't missed much by not sleeping with him, I decided.

What shocked me, apart from Amanda, of all people, acting in such a brazen manner, is what she did next. She snapped her fingers, holding out her other hand. 

"Rent money first," she cooed.

I was horrified. What a tart and hypocrite. And Tod was digging out his wallet and paying her. 

"You know I wouldn't do this if I wasn't desperate?" murmured Amanda.

"Really? And here I was thinking you might do it for free, just to put one over on Cheryl," laughed Tod.

"Well, that, too," giggled Amanda. "Gee I'm going to laugh when I see her out with you next time." 

Tod laughed and then he was pushing Amanda down onto the ground. Blast them. If they were going to have sex why didn't they move closer to the bushes where people were less likely to see them and take their clothes off? That way we might have been able to pinch their clothes.

Geez, I could just imagine that, Marie and I snaffling their clothes while they're hard at it. That gets us dressed and out of the park. A quick trip home for our own clothes and then Marie and I could take an evening constitutional, strolling through the park, with torches. I wonder what we'd find?

Not to be, alas. The lazy swine didn't take of their clothes. Tod just eased Amanda into doggy position and then knelt behind her. I could quite distinctly see his erection lining up on her. Then he was banging it in and humping away. Mr Finesse in action.

I was thinking a whole lot of nasty ways to describe the pair of them. I suspect that Marie was, too. As it was, we were stuck until they finished. Amanda was facing the way that we had to go. Somehow I don't think she was so totally wrapped up in what Tod was doing to miss seeing two naked women sneaking past.

It turned out to be a short wait. Tod was busy pumping back and forth while Amanda just crouched there, letting it happen. Geez, she wasn't even bothering to hump her ass to help him out. I'd have to tell her that a career as a call-girl was not for her. Not if she wanted a successful career, anyway.

After a few moments of hectic activity from Tod he groaned and seemed to be trying to push even deeper into Amanda and then he just sort of sagged over her. She turned and looked at him, decided he was done, and got out from under. Hitching up her panties she turned to Tod and exhorted him to get going. She didn't fancy being caught in the park with him.

Tod scrambled to his feet and the pair of them departed, Amanda just casually strolling along as though nothing had happened and Tod strutting along like a real cock-of-the-walk. A successful rooster, was Tod.

I made a mental note to buy Amanda a record for Christmas. I Can't Get No Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones seemed appropriate.

As soon as the pair of them were out of earshot Marie sounded off.

"That was Tod and Amanda," she exclaimed. "Aren't you supposed to be his girlfriend? I thought you'd been trying to decide if you wanted to sleep with him."

"Decision made," I said grumpily. "Can we change the subject?"

"Sure. Let's discuss Amanda. What a skanky hypocrite."

Now that was one subject that I was quite willing to discuss. Between us we shredded Amanda's reputation, past, present and future. Especially future. The eternal virgin was bonking other women's men for money? Revenge would be forthcoming and she had no-one to blame but herself.

While it was nice to discuss future revenge, it didn't get us clothes or safely home. For those items we had to rely on ourselves. We crossed the park with no more incidents, pausing on the edge. Two short blocks from home. That was nothing. At least, it was nothing if you had on, say, a pair of panties. We didn't.

"What say we cross and walk along the far side of the road?" I suggested. "The street lights are on the other side and we'll be in shadows. Then we can cross over at the last moment."

"Fine by me," muttered Marie. "Just be aware of where the nearest gates are. If any one comes we can nip inside and hide behind a fence. That includes cars. Fancy being spotlighted by headlights."

I shuddered. It didn't bear thinking about. There again, it did. If we thought about it, it wasn't likely to happen. We waited until the road was clear and then crossed quickly, darting into the shadows along my street. We were half was down the first block and things were looking good.

Then some idiot decided to go for a walk. This clown stepped out of a gate down near the end of the block and turned in our direction. We could see him silhouetted against the light at the corner. Fortunately we were next to a house that had a nice high front fence. We just eased open the gate and stepped in, closing the gate behind us.

We stood behind the gate, waiting for the stroller to amble past. I was amazed at how frightened Marie seemed. She was just about panting with fright. 

"Calm down," I whispered to her. "You're breathing so hard the man will hear us."

For a moment there was silence, bar the panting, then Marie spoke.

"That's not me," she said nervously. "I thought it was you."

We both turned and looked behind us and there was enough moonlight to let us see our unexpected companion. Jesus Christ, there was a frigging bear standing behind us. We both screamed and plastered ourselves against the gates, petrified, and the damn bear roared at us. 

In hindsight, I guess it was a bark. Just one, but it was deep and menacing, and the bear-dog or dog-bear, whatever it was, went back to panting at us.

We looked at him and he looked at us.

"He's not growling," Marie said softly.

"He doesn't have to be angry to eat us," I pointed out.

I eased my hand over to try and open the gate and floodlights came on. There we were, pinned against the gates in the altogether, a monster facing us, and the floodlights revealed all. 

"Who's there?" called a voice from the house. "Butch, fetch."

Now the dog was growling. He moved slightly to the side and towards the gate at the same time. With teeth like that and growling like that Marie and I backed away and we found ourselves being herded towards the house. Deciding the house was safer than the dog we moved along quite smartly.

Standing at the front door was a man, not that much older than us. Probably quite good looking if it wasn't for the evil smile on his face. He ran his lecherous eyes over us, ushering us into the house. We went.

"In answer to your question," he said, "it's a Newfoundland crossed with a Great Dane."

I have to admit, he had answered the question uppermost in my mind.

"Now, don't tell me, let me guess," he said, still smirking in an odious manner, his eyes all over me. "You're a couple of lesbians who chose my yard for a love-in?"

The lasers from my eyes should have reduced him to a pile of ash, but didn't. He did seem to get the message though.

"No? Um, you're here to distract me while a burglar sneaks in the back? And quite a distraction I find you. Not that it would work as Butch would eat the burglar. No? Then perhaps you should explain."

It would have been a lot easier to explain if he didn't keep looking at me. Marie was standing there quite coyly, one hand across her breasts and the other covering her pussy. I was damned if I was going to cower behind my hands. I just gave him a fulminating look and explained about the swimming and the goats that ate our clothes.

I have never seen such a disbelieving look in my life and my mother is an expert at delivering them.

"You're telling me that a couple of goats came up to you while you were swimming and ate your clothes. For seconds, they nibbled off your swimming costumes, and you let them?"

"Um, we were skinny-dipping," Marie put in, speaking in a nauseatingly sweet voice. "There was no-one around and it was quite safe. We just hadn't allowed for the feral goats in the area."

The swine gave Marie a charming smile before turning back to ogle me again.

"That's unfortunate, to say the least. Maybe I can help you out."

With that he turned and strolled into another room, returning after a moment with a couple of black t-shirts which he handed to us. They fitted us like sloppy dresses and I thought they were wonderful. They also finally got his eyes off me. I swear that I could feel those eyes physically touching me in some very personal places.

"Just return them when it's convenient. You can drop them in the mail box if you want."

Personally, I'd just as soon toss them over the fence while driving quickly past.

Marie was all charm and cooing, thanking him profusely. What was with her? I thanked him politely. I do have good manners, even if I did think he was a lecherous and obnoxious brute.

"I'm Steven, by the way," he said. "And you are?"

Marie fell all over herself introducing us. I just smiled and nodded.

Then Steven gave a low whistle and the monster came galloping over.

"Friends, Butch," Steven told the brute. 

The great beast promptly started snuffling all over us, practically inhaling us into his nostrils. Then he made a low wuffing sound and pushed against me, almost knocking me over.

"He likes you," said Steven. "Rub his head."

Reluctantly, I did so, and Butch was practically wriggling with joy. Oddly enough, when Marie started rubbing his head he just moved away from her, butting up against me again. Serves you right for crawling, I thought.

I suggested that I wanted to get home and Steven was promptly ushering us out the door, saying he fully understood and that he'd see us around. Marie was smarming all over him, assuring him that we'd be delighted to meet with him again. I said goodbye.

Out in the street, dressed, thank god, and home not far off.

"What a honey," breathed Marie. "I have so got to meet him again. Let me have the t-shirts. I'll wash them and return them personally. Didn't you think him a hell of a hunk?"

"Not really," I said. "A bit full of himself, I thought." 

"You're kidding yourself," laughed Marie. "He was very polite. He didn't ogle us or try to touch us and he very quickly produced the t-shirts. He could have left us standing around naked while he called your parents to come and collect us. Imagine how that would have played out."

I'd rather not imagine any such thing. I just grunted.

"Question without notice," burbled Marie. "If he's not such a hunk, why are your nipples making such pointed tents on that t-shirt?"

Oh, god, they were, too. And I'll bet the swine noticed. Now he probably thinks I'm attracted.

"Forget it," I snapped. "Right now, I'm off men."

"Off Tod, I can understand. But Steven?"

I didn't deign to answer that, just hurrying my pace, my house close to hand.

- - -

Two things happened on Saturday, neither of much note. 

First, Marie rang to tell me she'd returned the t-shirts.

"Not that it did me much good," she grumped. "Steven just thanked me politely and that was it. He didn't even invite me in. And that damned mongrel kept snuffling around my feet. I don't think the dog likes me. He followed me to the gate and practically pushed me out of it."

"Who pushed you out the gate? Steven or the dog?"

"The animal. I wouldn't sully a noble race of animals by calling that brute a dog."

I sympathized. Poor Marie. Struck out with both man and dog. I couldn't help but giggle.

Second, Tod rang, asking what I was doing.

"Oh, I've been going for walks in the park," I told him. "It's amazing what goes on there. Especially at night. By the way, I'm changing your name on my phone to Teenie-Weinie and flagging it as ignore. Say hullo to Amanda for me."

With that I hung up, leaving him spluttering his explanation. I didn't want to hear it.

That was Saturday. Sunday there was another little incident.

Just after lunch there was a loud roar at our front door. My mother opened the door out of curiosity and almost had a heart attack to find Butch sitting on the porch.

"Heavens above!" she exclaimed, "What is that thing."

I knew. Without even looking, I knew. There couldn't be two beasts in the world with a bark like that. I looked past Mum to confirm my guess.

"Um, that's Butch," I told her. "He belongs to a guy further down the road. Ah, I suppose that we should take him back."

"You don't expect me to go anywhere near that hound, do you?" protested my mother. "Look at him. He's half bear."

"Um, half Newfoundland, I believe."

"I don't want to know what the other half is," Mum assured me. "Probably an elephant. See if you can shoo him away."




Damned Goats



I ventured out onto the porch, grumbling. Butch promptly stood up and butted his head against me, nearly knocking me down. I pushed at him and was amazed to find he just moved off, heading towards our gate. I was quite happy to just stand there and see him go. 

Butch wasn't going to be in it. When I didn't follow he stopped, looking at me. He didn't start moving again until I started moving forward. Maybe he needed help with the gate, I thought, even though he'd come in easy enough.

Wrong. He just gave a little hop and he was over the gate. Standing, waiting. I sighed, threw my hands in the air and followed him out. He trotted along happily, tail wagging, and I followed him all the way home. He entered and I closed the gate behind him. I turned to go home and there was a nudge on my bottom. It seemed that gates didn't bother Butch. His was open again and he was waiting for me.

Gritting my teeth I followed him to the front door where he let out a loud bark. Moments later Steven was there. 

"Good dog," he said, rubbing Butch's head. "Very good. Gate, yard."

While I watched Butch went thundering back to the gate, slamming it, then nosed a piece of wood across to lock it. Then he spun around and went tearing off into the back yard.

"Come on in," said Steven, ushering me in.

"Why were you calling him a good dog," I protested. "He was up the street at my place. How'd he get out, anyway? I've never seen him loose on the street before. I didn't even know he existed until a few days ago."

"I called him a good dog because he did what I wanted," Steven said. "He got out because I opened the gate and sent him on an errand. He's quite smart."

"If he's so smart, how'd he end up at my place?"

"Easy. You're the errand I sent him after."

I didn't believe a word of it. The dog might be smart, but not that smart. What, he recognised my name and then asked someone for my address?

"That is. . ." I was going to say bullshit but changed it at the last moment. "Unbelievable."

"No. It's true. It was easy enough. When your friend returned the t shirts I showed them to Butch and let him sniff them. He ignored one of them but quite happily sniffed the other, which I guessed was yours. I knew he'd taken a liking to you. I let him sniff the t-shirt earlier and told him to fetch. He just tracked your scent to your house."

OK. Simple when you know how. Still, it did show the dog had some smarts. Any other dog I knew would have fetched the t-shirt, not the owner.

"Anyway, you're here now. May I help you with your dress?"

Dress? I've had men offer to help me with my coat or jacket, but dress? Before I could react Steven had a hold of the material at my hips and was starting to lift it. 

"What are you doing?" I yelped, slapping his hands away.

"Oh, sorry," he said, not sounding in the least sorry. "My impression from the other night was that you didn't mind nudism and liked to be without clothing."

"Are you crazy? Just because the Council hasn't exterminated feral goats that have a propensity to eat clothes does not mean that I'm a nudist."

"Wishful thinking on my part, I guess," Steven said, smiling. "It would have made it easier."

"Would have made what easier?" Why was I feeling suspicious? 

"Seducing you," Steven calmly said. "If we started with you naked it would go a lot faster."

"Not going to happen," I stated firmly. "Uh-uh. No way."

"Mm. Marie said you'd be reluctant. She told me about the debacle in the park regarding some people she called that bastard Tod and that bitch Amanda. Her words. Not mine. Still, you have to admit there are a couple of good things that came out of it." 

"Marie said she was only here long enough to drop off the shirts and didn't even get inside the front door. When did you find time to have this conversation? And what good things came of that total debacle?"

"Damn right she didn't get in the front door," said Steven. "I didn't fancy being sexually assaulted. It's embarrassing having to fend of a woman in lust."

I have to admit that Marie could come on hot and heavy when she saw a man she wanted. I don't think she'd have raped Steven but maybe he had been wise to keep her on the other side of the door. I'm not saying that Marie is slutty or anything like that. It's just that she does have a healthy sexual appetite.

"As for time, she stood there talking at me for at least forty five minutes, telling me all about your trials and tribulations, starting from stupid Council bureaucrats who won't open pools right up to the point where she nearly wet herself when faced with a rabid bear. She assured me I had no chance if I was thinking of getting to know you better."

Thank you, Marie. So nice to know that you have my best interests at heart, willing to help me by fending off any man you find attractive.

"As for the good things that happened, look at them all. You had an adventure and got out unscathed. You found out your wannabe boyfriend was a no-good jerk before you slept with him. Yes. She told me that. You've got the goods on a woman who has been running you down and are now in a position to slap her down. Best of all, you got to meet me. A nice guy who helped you out and didn't try to take advantage of your sticky situation."

"Didn't try to take advantage?" I huffed. "Your eyes practically ate me alive. You didn't even notice that Marie was there you were so busy ogling me."

"Not fair," laughed Steven. "I noticed Marie. It was just that she didn't interest me. You did. You still do. Also, you're not at a reasonable disadvantage today so I feel it's only fair and reasonable to molest you. You're quite at liberty to fight me off."

"Look, this is all irrelevant. I'm just not interested in you and you're going to have to accept that."

"You are interested in me and you're going to have to accept that. You've had your pride wounded because of Tod and think you can regain some of that pride by turning me down. You're also worried that I just want you for your body."

I glared at him. Of all the arrogant people. . .

"What makes you think I'm interested in you?" I said, seething quietly.

"Well for a start, you're still here arguing. If you were indifferent you'd have just brushed me off and walked away. The second clue is right here."

That miserable swine reached out and touched my nipple. OK, so maybe it was a little aroused and poking against my dress, but that didn't excuse him touching it like that. I hastily slapped his hand away. I felt like slapping him.

Who was I kidding? I wanted to slap myself. My nipples were standing proud. This arrogant male excited me. Thank god women don't have the same semaphoric reactions to lust that men do. Speaking of which, my eyes flicked down. Oh god, he had an erection. That bulge hadn't been there earlier.

And just how do you know that, miss uninterested, a little voice wanted to know?

"That has nothing to do with the matter," I protested.

"Yes, it does. It shows that you're interested, like it or not. You're just reluctant to follow through on that interest in case you find that I'm only interested in you for one thing. Might I point out that if I was only interested in one thing, Marie was around yesterday and I didn't grab for it."

OK. He had a point there. A very minor point, though. I was about to point this out to him when he cheated. A debate or argument is supposed to be verbal. You make a point. He tries to make a point. You ignore what he says and make another point. This continues until you wear him down.

You do not interrupt the debate to kiss your opponent.

I was just opening my mouth to say something that completely ignored the point he had just made when his mouth was on mine, tasting me. Things got a little confusing for me then. How do you continue a debate when you can't talk? He was stealing my best weapon. And he kept on kissing me.

Not that I was responding to his kisses. Well, OK, maybe I was a little. Alright, so I responded. I couldn't help it. He made me. I decided my best plan was to just wait him out.

So will someone please explain to me why it was that when he did finally stop kissing me I was standing there with my hand holding something it shouldn't? I'm prepared to swear that I didn't unzip him and go exploring. Steven seemed prepared to swear that I did. 

I glared at him, feeling insulted. How could he think that I'd unzip him and take hold of him? I'm just not that sort of girl. I'll admit I may not be quite a virgin, but I don't go around undoing men's trousers.

Not my fault, and I was very firm about it.

"OK," he said, and I didn't trust the way he was smiling. "Now if you'll just excuse me, I'll help you with your dress."

"I thought we'd settled the dress issue earlier," I protested, as he started hitching it up.

"Ah, no, we just deferred it. I'm sorry but you're going to have to let go for a moment and lift your arms."

Eh? Let go what? Oh my god. I was still holding his erection. How could I? I hastily snatched my hand away. The wretched swine took advantage of my distraction, making me lift my arms and he lifted my dress up over my head. Damn sun-dresses should come with belts and buttons and zips instead of just slipping over your head.

Just like that I'm standing there in bra and panties, and then he kissed me again. This time it was definitely not my fault. His erection was pressing into my tummy. I had to hold it to stop it gouging into me, you can see that.

Kissing that man was dangerous. Somehow or other my panties fell down around my ankles and my bra came undone and I'd swear that he'd had his arms around me the whole time. He stopped kissing me for a moment, tilting his head back to look at me, still holding me against him. 

This time when he started kissing me his hands were on my bottom and he was lifting me. I could feel my panties drop off one ankle and I kicked the other leg to shake them loose. Then he was holding me firmly against him and my hand was in the road. I had to let go his erection again but that was alright because it wasn't pressing against my tummy anymore.

It was, however, pressing between my legs, and while I couldn't see it I could sense it there, hovering just below my pussy. He lowered me a little and it was no longer hovering but pressing. I curled my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, holding myself up away from him. I was not going to let him settle me onto his erection. Damn it all, this was only the second time I'd met him.

He didn't try to force the issue. Can you hear my cynical laughter? He just moved his hands away from my bottom and wrapped them around my back. No pressure. No support, either. Now it was a case that the only thing stopping me from sinking onto his cock was my grip on him.

It was so totally not fair. I could feel him, pressing lightly against my pussy, and I could feel the heat inside me letting me know what my pussy thought would be a good idea. He was kissing me again, but instead of getting carried away by his kisses I was becoming more and more conscious of what was pressing against me. Dammit – I could feel the muscles in my legs weakening. I was still clinging with my arms wrapped around his neck, but that wasn't providing any support.

I could feel myself easing down onto him. His erection moved smoothly past my lips, easing its way into my passage. I was wet and my passage felt mushy, giving way to his hardness without any resistance. I just sank down, nailing myself to his cock.

I gave a small sigh of relief when I was properly settled on him. Steven also gave what sounded like a satisfied little sigh, and then he was walking along, carrying me. We passed into another room and then he was holding me tight while he leaned forward, laying me on a bed, pressing down onto and into me.

We lay like that for a few moments, Steven pinning me to the bed, his hands running over my breasts, just touching me, kissing me, and I found myself wanting to be touched. Yes, I know he had his cock in me, but I wanted those additional touches, hands stroking my breasts, his mouth on mine.

He pressed more heavily against me, following it up with a gentle relaxation that stirred his cock inside me, giving it an easy gentle movement, reminding me vividly that it was there. He pressed against me again and I found myself pressing up against him, eager for him.

Slowly but surely that gentle pressing together, followed by a slow relaxation, became more dynamic. Instead of just a gentle pressure, Steven was pulling back and driving in firmly, with me pushing up hard to take him. We kept this up, driving together and pulling apart, just making sure we didn't pull too far apart, and with a sense of urgency when we came back together. 

I was wrapped around, gasping with effort, writhing under him as he took me. His hands were wreaking havoc on my breasts, the stimulation he was causing magnifying the general excitement I was feeling. His mouth was running over my face and along my neck and shoulder blades as he tasted me, and I was clinging to him, holding him, wanting him.

That 'slowly but surely' was changing to 'fast and sure', Steven really driving into me now, knowing exactly what he was doing to me. Hard not to know, I guess, the way I was reacting. I was excited and aroused with both the arousal and the excitement increasing steadily as his erection worked his will upon me.

Then it was all too much. I was nearly crying, urging him on, ecstatic when I felt him coming harder and harder until I was just swept away, losing self in feeling, my climax rolling over me in great waves.

"Actually," said Steven a short while later, "the reason I invited you over was to ask you if you're free to have dinner with me tonight."

Asked me? Sending his dog to fetch me is asking me over? I decided to ignore the exact way in which the invitation had been framed.

"Um, dinner," I muttered. "A bit late in the day to be asking me out to dinner tonight, isn't it?"

"Possible," he said, wigwagging his hand to show that he knew it was a bit iffy. "Still, I thought better late than never."

There was a bit more to and fro but I suspect we both knew I was going to accept. Then I pointed out that I'd have to be leaving as I'd need time to get ready.

Steven had walked with me to the front gate and raised his eyebrows when he heard me swear.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"That was Tod who just drove past," I grumbled. "He'll probably be waiting at my front gate for me to get home. My parents know I've dumped him so they won't let him wait inside."

"I see. If I was a gentleman I'd walk you home and take care of the matter. Since I'm not I'll assist you in another manner."

He gave his low whistle and Butch appeared.

Steven pointed at me and said, "Escort," and Butch promptly sat at my heel.

"He'll follow you home," Steven said with a mile. "When you're safely at your door, tell him 'home' very firmly and he'll return here. If you need him to back off a little say 'back' or 'sit'. I'm sure you'll know when it's time for one of those commands. Have fun."

I headed off home, feeling a little dubious, half wishing Steven was there to run interference with Tod. Butch just quietly padded along behind me.

Tod's car was parked outside my place and I was muttering rude words to myself as I came closer. He must have been keeping one eye on the rear view mirror because he opened his door and came charging up to me.

I'm not sure what he was going to say. He barely got my name out when he screamed and fell flat on his back with a snarling muzzle just inches from his face.

I hesitated for a moment trying to remember the command. Oh, yes.

"Back," I said firmly, relieved to see Butch pull away from Tod, although he kept a very nice snarl on his face.

"Um, Tod, this is Butch. He's acting as a guard dog for me. Ah, I don't think he likes you. I suggest that you not try his patience by any sudden moves or by trying to touch me. It might be wise for you to just stay where you are until I've gone inside. Bye."

I turned and continued onto my gate and went inside, Butch at my heels. Butch also kept turning around to look at Tod and snarl. I closed my gate behind us and that was it for Tod. He was in his car and leaving. Damn it. I'd meant to tell him to give my love to Amanda.

Steven had been right. That had been fun. Vengeance is sweet. I'll swear Tod peed himself. 

"Home," I said to Butch. He gave one of his barks, turned and departed. Superdog, clearing our gate with a single bound, returning home from another successful mission.

I went in to get ready for dinner. I had a nice set of matching undies I'd been saving for an occasion. This might be a suitable time to wear them.



Damned If



Ever get the feeling you've just been stitched...?

It's an unhappy feeling especially when the person doing the stitching is your dearly beloved, your other half.

I lead a normal, easy going fairly blameless life these days. Ok - so Sven hasn't always been entirely good - but, if you pardon the vernacular, for most of the time I've been 'gooder' than most - or perhaps lucky and careful not to get caught too often. This time my protestations failed - miserably.

Maybe I ought to rewind a tad. My other half's niece had arrived to stay with us. Forget Bimbos, when you get to our age, think more like forty plus year old aging has-beens -except Sam wasn't. A has-been that is. Divorced yes, has-been no way. In fact that's really the problem. I trust the woman about as far as I can fling a grand piano. Which, with my back, is not a lot! Something was definitely not quite above board.

The object of my concern had arrived a couple of hours before, stiff and tired and manky after a rather long sojourn on the roads, through the summer holiday traffic to our neck of the woods. The travel difficulties keep most of our relatives away during the summer months - a fact not a million miles from our decision to move here in the first place - oh that and the fact we don't have any spare bedrooms. At all. Well, perhaps an air bed in the dining room - maybe - and only for the selected, a very selected few.

My other half had an appointment in town she couldn't put off, indeed had been waiting for for some time - we both got a muttered 'See you later - I'll try not to be more than two hours...' over her shoulder. She hurtled out the door, leaving us with the dog, who looked her mournful self at not getting to go for a walk as well.

Sam looked at me in a wheedling way. A way that said she knew she was going to get round me so why didn't I just give in and do what was being asked - by both her and my just departed wife. I had now had time to think about it a little and in the end thought I might as well give in gracefully - I'd never hear the end of it otherwise.

"OK Sam - you win - we'd better do it on our bed, it's firm enough and close enough to the right height as well - I'll go put the oil on to warm," and so I went to prepare.

It was all herself's fault - she will tell people that I've been learning the gentle art of massage and that for tired and stiff muscles I'm very good at getting the kinks out of the achy bits. It's just that, well, how can I put it, I've never done it to anyone else other than my dearly beloved - which is just as well as it tends to have the wrong effect on me, let alone her. It's normally a Sunday afternoon 'thing' and we keep it as a special event. Why? Because I find it very difficult to avoid things getting more than a little out of hand. We usually end up screwing like it's going out of fashion. And now I had the chance to do it on Sam. I knew it was going to cause a problem and we hadn't even begun.

I guess I ought to admit before we go any further that I've lusted after this woman for several years now. That was the other reason I didn't really want to do that - your own middle-aged niece, even if it's only by marriage, is a little too close to one's own doorstep for fooling around. I felt a little like the object of that limerick - you know 'she knew what they meant, but still went' or some such line.

I sighed inwardly and muttered grace to myself - 'for what I'm about to receive...' etc. etc. - as I put the oil on the burner to warm up. I changed into a pair of shorts and a light top - it was not a cold day and this activity usually makes me more than a little warm. While I was waiting I put the sheet my wife had so thoughtfully provided over the top of the normal covers. Jeez! She even thought of that - Hell! She 'knows' where this is going.

While I was still thinking about that fact Sam came out of our bathroom, wearing a smile--just a smile. I tried not to react as she said, 'don't want to get oil on my underwear, so I thought this might be easier if I'm like this from the start.' Let's just say that, without staring - I mean that would have been rude - I noted she was a natural blonde!

Not trusting myself to speak in anything other than a squeak I just nodded as I waved at the bed, hoping she would lie down before she noticed the erection that was already trying to escape from my damned shorts! Fortunately she got into place fairly promptly. I positioned the oil where I could reach it and still keep one hand touching her at all times - it's an important piece of continuity that some folks forget. I already had a CD of some rather nice 'New Age music to massage people by' playing gently in the background - it would just pick tracks at random till I switched it off. Deep breath and begin...

It's odd how you can forget and stop worrying about what you're doing when you carry out massage. You become involved, almost at one with your subject, working your way through a sort of pre-set routine, feeling the bumps and the knots and working them out, gently but firmly. I had started on her shoulders, which were tense, and then backed up a little before easing the tension in her neck. Heaven only knows what all the muscles are called, I don't know, I'm not into things so much that I've bothered to learn them. I know what I like and I simply try to do it to others, well, Ok, my other half so far, but it seems to work.

Sam groaned in appreciation, or perhaps it was a little moan -she seemed to be enjoying it anyway, and that was the main thing. I got to her butt and eased round the bottom of her back and then onto her left leg. She spread them further apart to give me better access. The short fur of her upside down delta winked at me - her slit slightly open confirming the gentle musky smell of her arousal at what I was doing. My penis, hard and now uncomfortable at being restrained for the last few minutes twitched to remind me of my own state. I quickly moved down her leg and away from what was rapidly becoming an object of some desire.

I worked round her foot, holding it firmly and running my thumbs up the centre of the underside, that way it doesn't tickle and spoil the illusion. Then back up the other leg, thumb following the inner median line. In the massage parlours of Southeast Asia they don't stop until they reach the very top, and I mean the very top - I chickened out and didn't brush that fur, sliding my thumb away short of its possible target and back round under her butt. Sam sighed as I failed to touch what I guessed she now wanted me touch more than all of the rest of her, but I was going to try and prolong this agony for both of us, build it until the final surrender to the inevitable was all the more powerful for both of us.

She groaned as I again moved away up the other side of her back. A scant few minutes later I again was back at her shoulders. Time to turn over. Normally I would have held a towel so as to protect my innocent eyes... Not so this time, I folded one arm close to her side and gently used the other to roll her onto her back, hands again down by her side. Sam's breasts were petite, but still beautiful, firm and proportioned just right on her slim frame. Her nipples were hard as she smiled sweetly at me.

I moved round and was just able to reach the damp face cloth I'd left folded barely within reach, covering her eyes gently with it. I kept one hand touching her cheek as I rearranged my own aching loins; at least she couldn't see me do it.

I used both hands under her eyes along her cheek bones, then on down her neck to the top of her shoulders and her chest. A little more oil needed, then round her breasts. Skirting the most sensitive areas (at this rate she'd end up screaming before long), I could see the colour of arousal spreading to her chest and lower stomach. Down lower, her legs now blatantly opened - her sex aglow - gaping, coral pink - I skirted the very edge of her fur and then down her legs again. She groaned in frustration as I once again deliberately missed out what, to her, was becoming a desperate need. I glanced at her face - her tongue was just edging through her lips as she almost panted whilst I tantalised her. Now her clit was there for all to see and I could resist her no longer.

Carefully, so as not to break the spell, or touch her anywhere else, I leaned gently over and with just the tip of my tongue flicked that juicy nubbin. If I'd thought I was going to get a spectacular result I was not disappointed. Her wild shriek as she came almost instantly was deafening as she arched off the bed gluing her nether lips to mine as I now used my tongue to full effect. Her orgasm was impressive to say the least, both in her writhing and the inarticulate moans that were now slowly coming to an end. She'd left marks on my arm where she'd grabbed it in her passion. I was glad that was what she'd clasped.

Now she, eyes till closed though the flannel had long since fallen off, was running her hand up the front of my bare leg. She stopped when she reached the moist head of my fully aroused penis now peering out of its lair down the leg of my shorts. 'Ah!' was all she said.

Then she half turned and eyes now open and looking straight into mine she used half swung her legs off the bed and, using both hands, undid my belt and took my shorts off. It bounced free and she caught it with a hand.

'Yesss' escaped her lips, just before they enveloped the end. She pulled the skin back with her hand as she licked the pre-cum off with obvious pleasure. Then 'my turn' and she pushed me back onto the bed, didn't bother with any niceties, followed me on, knelt briefly either side of my hips and then sank onto me, burying me deep inside her small shape. Her eyes closed in pleasure as she savoured my length inside her - I swear her tummy bulged I was so far up - then she clenched her muscles and started moving on me. Neither of us was either going to, or for that matter wanted to last long and we moved together to a hell of a crescendo in a matter of a very few seconds. She collapsed on my chest, my withering member still trapped inside her, but our juices pooling on me.

Our hearts raced in unison, slowly easing back to normal. She spoke first:

"Maggie warned me this might happen..."

"And?"

"Oh, I told her I was a big girl now..." she said raising her head and grinning before kissing me gently.

I truly felt very damned - but what the hell!

Fin

Sven the Elder © September 2001

Reposted April 2011

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"Long may you want to - may you want to long" - old Celtish wish. 



Damned If You Do



If I hadn't forgotten that damned folder of papers I would have never known. At times I wish I had never known, but in the end what did it matter? The disruption in all the lives that my one unexpected arrival caused could be one for the record books too.

The path I chose to follow after my discovery may have been the wrong one, but that path revealed more than just that one forgotten folder could ever have been worth.

We lived in a decent enough neighborhood. A large city has few enough of these as it is. My wife, Drew, worked for an advertising agency and I worked at a local utility. No, I'm not some up and coming hot shot manager type. I actually just fix and maintain the equipment in the plant.

Yep. I had come to work here only a few months before, having left another plant for... well, reasons I won't discuss here. Those reasons don't apply to my story. What I will say is that I left that job on very good terms (luckily) and now, looking at the way things have gone, I may have to try to get back on there, if I can.

It all started with my boss. He had been given a 'directive' to start a training program. He came to me and another guy in the department and asked us if we'd help him out. My boss, while a great guy, was not, nor ever had been, a mechanic. He had worked his way up from the operations side of things and one day found himself in charge of the maintenance department - like it or not.

My co-worker and I talked it over between us for a few days and finally decided to help him out. Had I known just how much work on the computer it was going to take I'd probably not have volunteered to be a part of this effort. 

Not only were we writing a training program, we ended up having to come up with the testing and information necessary for a full fledged apprenticeship type training plan. Not what we had bargained for. Anyway, it boiled down to my having to work at home a couple of hours a night for a few months gathering the necessary information.

Then my car broke down. Always something happening it seems. I ended up having to use the wife's car that day, and figured on using it the next day as well, so I'd put my work clothes and the folder in the back seat. 

That evening the garage called me and told me they'd have my car at home before I left for work the next morning. So without thinking about it when they delivered it, I jumped in and headed to work... forgetting the work clothes and the folder in Drew's car.

I arrived at work and after checking in I remembered what I'd done. I had to have that folder for certain, so I told my boss what had happened and then I headed right for my wife's place of work. I got there and found out that she'd called in sick. 

That surprised me. Drew was hardly ever sick and she hadn't said a word to me about not feeling well. Matter of fact, we'd had some pretty good sex the night before. That good sex was one of the reasons I'd forgotten all about the clothes and folder. I drove home, expecting to see her car parked out front, but when I got there... no car. I called her cell phone and it went to voice mail. I tried again a few minutes later and Drew answered.

"Hey Drew, what's happening? I'm home looking for my folder in your car. Where are you?" 

"Oh Matt, I'm so sick. I'm at the doctor's office right now."

"Oh honey, I'm sorry. What doctor are you at? I forgot that folder in your car last night..."

"Oh, I took that and your gym bag of work clothes out and they're in the living room on the coffee table."

"Do you want me to come over to the doctor's and drive you home honey?"

"No. I think I'll be all right. I mean, I can drive okay. It's just... well I have a slight fever and I'm achy all over. Probably just the twenty-four hour flu, but with that walking pneumonia going around I thought I'd better see the doctor just in case."

I was worried, Drew sounded like she needed me to be there for her. I knew the inflections in her voice and she sounded like she just didn't feel good at all, but she didn't want me missing time from my new job either.

I hung up after saying 'love you' and 'get betters', and then went inside to get the folder. I was thirsty so I walked straight through to the kitchen which is at the back of the house, and grabbed a soda. 

This is where all those lives and my whole world started to change right before my eyes. Over the fence by my neighbors swimming pool there were three people. The woman was naked, lying on a lounger as the two men were stripping off their clothes. 

I didn't charge right out there to ask them what the hell they were doing because I knew them. One man was a next door neighbor to the North, and the woman was the next door neighbor that owned the swimming pool. The third man was a sometimes golfing partner of mine, and we played every other weekend at a local club. He lived on the other side of the street.

The way the fence between our homes was, I could see into her yard clearly. There was even a gate there that we used often when sharing barbeques or having parties.

As I watched, the men finished getting their clothes off and moved in close to the woman. She laid back and spread her legs, teasing them.

"So, what are you guy's getting all naked for anyway? Oh, I see, you think that by my being here naked that I'm available huh? My, my, things are popping up all over here."

Their cocks were hard and sticking out like flag poles as they moved in on her. Her hands went out to stroke them and draw them ever closer.

"So, they aren't pickles in your pockets after all are they? That's good though. I'm horny as hell and in dire need of some hard cock. Two of them as a matter of fact."

"Oh yeah? Well, why doesn't your hubby take care of you then?"

It was my neighbor to the North, Hal. His graying hair was messed up as if he'd already had some 'quality time' this morning. That, or he'd not brushed it when he got up. This was not like him at all. I'd never seen him with a hair out of place. Of course, I'd never seen him naked, getting ready to fuck my other neighbor's wife either.

"Oh, all he's interested in is his work and making the almighty buck to have any time or energy for me."

"His loss is our gain. Stupid fuck though. I mean, having a hot little number like you at home and not playing with you... that's stupid."

This came from the golfing partner, Pete. He had a little paunch, and for the life of me I couldn't see what Gloria, our neighbor, saw in him at all. Now I was interested in seeing just what was developing. 

As I watched they got into their little tryst and pretty soon Gloria had Pete's cock in her obviously wet pussy, while Hal was getting a superior blowjob. I mean that too... Gloria was sucking on Hal like he was the last man with a cock on earth. Like her life depended on giving him pleasure.

For just a tiny bit I was jealous. She is a very nice looking lady and I'd be lying if I said I'd never had a stray thought about her here and there. I soon got over that though when I remembered how Jim, Gloria's husband, was a great guy and not deserving of this. 

I knew how I'd feel if I caught Drew fucking around on me, at least I thought I knew what I'd feel like, and it wasn't a good thought. I couldn't understand why Gloria would do this to Jim, and I certainly hadn't had any inkling at all that she was this way.

I'm not a voyeur type of person, and seeing people I knew fucking around on their spouses as these three were made me kind of sick inside. I quietly turned and went back through the house gathering up my folder and clothes and headed out the door.

I debated calling Drew to let her know about it, but then figured she'd be in with the doctor by now, so I decided to let it go until I got home. Hopefully the trio would be done before Drew got home and felt she had to deal with it.

This was probably my first mistake, although in the scheme of things it wasn't anything at all. Had I called Drew and warned her about the threesome going on in Gloria's backyard, she would have reacted to my news and things would have probably been totally different when I got home that night.

On my way back to work I debated what to do with this new found knowledge about my friends and neighbors. I finally decided that it was all their business and I didn't need to be involved. I was damned if I did and damned if I didn't, but I felt the damned if I didn't could be the lesser of two evils. 

I could always feign ignorance about what I'd seen. Nobody knew I was there and saw them, not even Drew for all practical purposes. I'd never have thought that my friends would cheat, let alone with others in our circle.

At work I started to wonder about Drew and me suddenly. Did she know about Gloria? They were awfully close and shared lots of things with each other. Would Drew fuck around on me? I doubted it. I truly did. We had both been faithful, as far as I knew, to each other for the entirety of our marriage.

Drew wasn't built to cheat. It wasn't in her make up, I was certain of that. I had been tempted several times in the past, but always remembered that what I had at home was far better than any temporary gratification could ever be. So I'd never cheated on Drew either.

Later that morning, I called Drew, and when she answered I could hear the intercom in the background at the doctor's office announcing someone's name.

"Are you still at the doctors?"

"Yeah. They took some tests and they're keeping me here until the results come back from the lab."

"Oh honey, are you sure you don't want me to come stay with you?"

"No Matt. You need to be at work. One of us has to bring in some money for the day. I'll be all right. If I don't feel well enough when it's time to go home I'll call you for help. Not until then though, okay honey?"

"Drew," I was worried about her. "I can be there in a half an hour or so. I think I should come."

"No Matt. I'll be okay, I promise. Besides, you can't be here that quick without driving way too fast, and then I'd worry about you being in a car wreck or something. Just stay at work and if I need a ride I'll call. It'll be a while though, so don't worry, okay?"

"Well, okay Drew. Look, I don't like not being there for you, but if you're sure that you'll be okay, or if you're not, that you'll call me, then so be it. I love you baby."

"I love you too Sweetie."

Of course, all I did for the rest of the day was worry about Drew to the extent that I got absolutely nothing done. I might as well not come into work at all. Except now I had the other breaking news to deal with. I now had information on my friends and neighbors that I really wished I didn't have.

In my worry about Drew, I had forgotten to warn her about Gloria, Pete and Hal. I figured that I'd talk to her about when I got home, if she felt up to it. That was in my thoughts when I pulled up in the driveway at home that night.

Walking in the door I heard voices in the kitchen, so I strolled on back to find Gloria and Drew talking. Drew was in a robe, and knowing her, pajamas underneath. Gloria was dressed in a bikini and had a lounging robe on.

Right away I saw I couldn't say a word about what I'd seen that morning. We made small talk, and Gloria was her normal happy self. I couldn't believe that the woman I'd seen that morning, acting like some Whore of Babylon, was sitting in my kitchen chatting like the highlight of her day was talking to Drew. 

Uncomfortable with the situation I excused myself to go hide out. Well, I told Drew and Gloria I needed to work on the 'project'. 

"Okay honey. I'm feeling a quite a bit better now, and Gloria and I will just quietly chat out here. You stay away from me though I don't want you catching what I have."

"Okay Drew. Love you. See you later Gloria."

"You know Matt, if Drew stays sick more than a day you can always come to me for comfort. I'll be more than happy to take care of you."

Gloria's lewd wink and smile offset what I knew now was a real danger. Drew was laughing even as bad as she must have been feeling being under the weather and all. I'm sure I was blushing beet red too. 

I couldn't believe Gloria had said that in front of Drew. Suddenly I almost felt a need to mention what I'd seen that morning, but looking at Gloria and the look on her face, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. 

Gloria had made such comments before, and I'd just brushed them off as friendly teasing. Drew and I had talked about it a couple of times and Drew was confident that Gloria was just 'that way' and not dangerous. Just friendly flirting was all.

If Drew only knew what I knew now, she'd probably not feel so confident. I planned to tell her later that night once Gloria was gone and we had some alone time. Of course, the best laid plans of mice and men... by the time I realized that Gloria was gone Drew had gone to bed and was sound asleep. I had missed my shot that day all the way around.

The next morning, Drew was up and gone before I got out of the shower. She'd been upset over missing work the day before, and felt good enough to go in, so she'd showered early and took off while I was showering. I heard her as she left, hollering at me to have a great day. 

I wondered who would be in my neighbor's backyard today while nobody was home. I was sure now that Gloria was nothing but a slut and it was hard telling who all she was fucking. I briefly wondered about Jim. Did he have any clue whatsoever about Gloria?

Again my day was taken up with 'the project' and worrying about what I should do with my knowledge. In the end I started up a conversation with a buddy.

"Hey, you ever know anybody who was married and cheating on their spouse? I mean, did you know when the other spouse might not have?"

"Oh man. Yeah. That was a nightmare. I knew this couple a few years back. Good people. He was fucking around on her. I saw him with his little honey one night while his wife was home tending to a sick kid. I knew that he had told her he had to work on a special job."

"Oh yeah? So...what did you do with that knowledge?"

"Well, I debated for a few days over what to do before I finally decided that in her shoes, I'd want to know if my spouse was cheating on me. I went and told her."

"Did it help?"

"HELP? HELL NO. Man, she tore me a new asshole. 'Her husband couldn't possibly cheat on her. He never had the inclination, time or opportunity.' I was possibly the biggest asshole in the world for trying to bring trouble to her doorstep. Later, he got wind of what I'd done and he was all in my face, wanting to kill me for trying break up his marriage. We had one hell of a fight and he actually kicked my ass too. I learned a lesson in all of that. NEVER EVER be the bearer of such news to any married couple. EVER."

"Oh. They blamed you for it all then?"

"Oh hell yeah. Later on she caught his worthless ass out and about with that little honey and they ended up divorced. Neither of them ever would talk to me again though. I never got an apology or nothing."

"Wow. Sorry to hear that."

"Why? You know something about some couple and need some advice?"

"Could be."

"Well, let me tell you. Leave it alone. Don't mention it, don't tell, and don't acknowledge it. Just ignore it. Nobody wants to hear from another person that the love of their life is cheating on them. Nobody. Forget whatever it is you know and leave it lay."

After that eye opening talk I decided to not mention what I knew to anyone. I would try to feel out Drew though. I felt she needed to know about her supposed friend. After all, my knowledge would or could destroy their friendship, so I wanted to be damned careful on how I approached Drew on this. The last thing I needed was for her to be angry with me.

That night Drew and I were chatting as I fixed the salad for dinner.

"So Drew, what do you and Gloria talk about?"

"Why? It's just woman stuff. You'd probably not be much interested Matt."

"Just curious I guess. You two seem to be close friends. Gloria ever talked about other men? You know..."

"Oh. Just curious. Yet specific. Matt, is there something on your mind?"

"No really. I mean... Gloria kind of caught me off guard the other day with her 'taking care of me' comment."

"Yeah, I noticed. Boy was your face red. It was cute."

"Has she ever mentioned that she... I don't know... messes around?"

"Matt, are you interested in Gloria as something more than a friend? Is there something I've missed between you two?"

"NO. I mean... no. It's just...well... the other day I saw..." The ringing of the phone caused me to stop telling Drew about what I'd seen that day. It was Gloria calling to chat with her so I ended up going up to my home office and working on the project some more.

Later Drew walked in and sat on my lap.

"So, what were you going to tell me about earlier Matt?"

"Oh it's nothing. Really. Her comments just made me feel that she was more than teasing."

"Oh honey Gloria wouldn't mean anything serious..."

"Yes she would. Drew, I know that Gloria is one of your closest friends and all but you need to know that she's not quite the person you may think she is..."

"Matt, Gloria is my best friend."

Drew's eyes were focused on mine and I could see that she was troubled suddenly with how I was acting.

"Matt, what's wrong? You have that look. You need to tell me something but you're afraid. What is it?"

My chance was here at last. Now... if I could only get it out right without upsetting Drew, I could get it all off my chest. I had been losing sleep over this whole mess since discovering them out there as I had.

"Drew... the other day while you were at the doctor's office I went to the kitchen to get a soda. While there I looked into Gloria's yard. By her swimming pool and saw her there with Hal and Pete. They were... um... naked and I heard them talking too."

I was getting flustered because Drew's face had suddenly taken on a look I didn't like. I knew this face. It was her 'disbelief' look. 

"WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY MATT?"

"Don't get upset Drew. I'm just telling you what I saw them doing, that's all. I don't think Jim is aware of it and..."

"Matt, are you jealous of Jim? Is that it? You want Gloria so since you can't have her you've come up with this story?"

"Look Drew, I didn't want to see what I saw. I never knew and I never expected to see them... like... that. It's what I saw and heard. I thought you needed to know just in case well, I know that you think the world of Gloria and all..."

"I can't believe this Matt. Gloria isn't some whore. She's my best friend. Yes, she is a bit more sexual than most women, but she has it and there's no reason for her to hide what she's got. Just because you may not like her teasing you like she does is no reason for you to go off like this. My God Matt, how could you say such terrible things about her like this?"

"Drew, it's what I saw. I'm not making it up. Hal, Pete and her had sex right out there on Gloria's lounger by the swimming pool."

"You know what? I'm going to talk to Gloria about it Matt. If she says its bullshit, then we are going to have some serious issues to talk over when I get back."

"You don't think she'll admit it to you do you? Come on Drew hear me out okay? Gloria doesn't know I saw them. She'll deny everything to you or anyone else. Just take next Wednesday off from work and not say anything to her. I think they get together every time Jim is out of town, and he's going to be gone next Wednesday. You'll see."

"Gloria? With Hal and Pete? Come on Matt, Gloria could do far better than those two old goats. You know what? Because I love you and I think... mind you... THINK you love me, I'll not say anything at all about this to Gloria for the time being. Next Wednesday though, you had better be right about your claims. If she isn't doing something wicked like that over at her place, I'll go over there and tell her all about what you've told me."




Damned if You Do; Damned if You



Damned if You Do; Damned if You Don't!

by Denham Forrest, The wanderer.

A story by The Wanderer writing as Denham Forrest. Literotica's systems would not accept the full title of this story. 

Copyright© 2009 by Denham Forrest, The Wanderer

Damned if You Do; Damned if You Don't!

Late on a summers evening, a middle-aged man is standing on his house rear patio alone; a glass of Scotch in one hand and a half smoked cigar in the other. Deep in thought he's apparently contemplating the stars.

He's been there some considerable time when a young woman, of about eighteen years old, appears around the side of the house and crosses the patio to join him. He doesn't look at the young woman, he senses who she is. Possibly out of embarrassment, he continues to stare up at the sky.

"Hi Becky, sorry about that; everyone gone now, have they?"

"Yeah almost everyone. Gran and granddad stayed for a while but they have gone home now. Mark's in the kitchen with Pearl, clearing up. Mum's up stairs crying her heart out, she's terribly upset."

"Is anyone with her; she shouldn't be alone right now!"

"Jill is; I couldn't stand to see her like that."

"It's to be expected, after twenty two years of marriage."

"How could you do it? Tonight of all nights; did you really have to do it like that, at the anniversary party, in front of the family and everyone."

"I had no choice really Becky. They all need to know about the baby sometime."

"Bastard."

"Oh come on Becky, it isn't the baby's fault. These things happen in lots of families."

"I wasn't talking about the baby I was talking about him!"

"Ah yeah, well, I'll agree with you there."

"You've never really liked him have you?"

The man nodded slightly.

"I've always known that there was something odd about your apparent friendship with him, but I've never been able to put my finger on it."

"He always has been a bastard, Becky. Look what he did when I was dating your mother."

"What did he do?"

"Oh you don't know, no one has ever told you?"

"No they haven't, should I have known?"

"I don't know, perhaps the right opportunity never came up. But your gran and grandfather knew all right."

"I suppose that's why they didn't look too surprised when you dropped the bombshell on us this evening."

"Neither were a lot of other people. It's been what you might call common knowledge with some folks for some time now. Maybe they weren't sure of the details, but they knew what was going on. I chose to bring it to a head when I had lots of people around to back me up."

"But you've known for a long time."

"Becky to my shame, I knew when your mother was still carrying you in her womb."

A shocked expression came over the young woman's face. But it very soon turned into a quizzical look.

"Oh my god! But didn't you say she was only twenty-five."

"This particular one Becky. Your father's had one mistress or another most of the time he's been married to your mother."

"Never! And mother didn't know?"

"She might have suspected kiddo. But if she did, she didn't share her suspicions to me."

The young woman went quiet for a while; churning the information the man she'd always known as uncle Bill had given her, over in her mind.

"Uncle Bill, I don't understand. If you've known all along about these mistresses you claim my father's had; why say something about this particular one now?

"Well you see Becky, this one is a little different. She is the first of your father's mistresses that has ever become pregnant, that I know about anyway. And I'm pretty sure that she's not the dumb little tart, your father thought he was taking up with!" 

"So what does that mean?"

"That this one, is not going to let your father get away easily. Having become with child, I do believe she's always been planning for the long haul. You, Mark and Jill are all grown up now, and about to fly the coop. Mark already has really, with young Pearl. I'm pretty sure that Frank had already decided months ago that it was about time he traded your mother in for a new younger model."

"Oh my god!"

"Frank's been spending fewer and fewer nights at home in the last year or so, hasn't he Becky; surely you've noticed that? I very much suspect that once the baby is born, his piece on the side will become his full time mate. She would have pressured him into moving in full time anyway."

"You know this for sure?"

"I have it on good authority Becky. I would not have torn your ... happy home apart had I not! What I did this evening was give your mother a heads up to what Frank was planning. Put her in the driving seat, so to speak. She now has the opportunity to keep her eyes on the family bank accounts and financial situation, before Frank's had a chance to move a lot of cash around."

"You think he'd leave her destitute?"

"No not really, the courts wouldn't let him get away with that. After all, he's always insisted that you mother hasn't had a job; better to control her I suspect. But he'd make sure that as much money as he can arrange will disappear from the calculations."

"I know you've always been our family ... mother's friend, but if you've known about my father's affairs in the past, why now did you suddenly choose to drop the bloody bomb on us? Why have you never said anything in the past?"

"Because being the bearer of bad tidings does not usually engage one with whom you pass those tidings too."

"You are talking in riddles Uncle Bill."

"Okay, how about the old adage "shoot the messenger who brings bad news!" does that mean anything to you young lady."

"Not really, am I dumb or something, Uncle Bill?"

"No I am, for letting your mother get away in the first place."

"Oh my god, you have feelings for mother and you think she'll hold it against you that you told everyone about my father's tart?"

"Get out Bill! Get out of my house; I never want to see you again! Does that ring any bells, Becky?"

"Oh but mother was upset, she'll get over it."

Bill looked at the young woman again.

"Okay I understand. You were the messenger and she shot you down."

"I probably deserved it in a way."

"Why, you just told me you were trying to give mother a heads up?"

"Maybe I should have done that, a very long time ago Becky?"

"Yeah well, why didn't you?"

"Sour grapes Becky."

"Uncle Bill!"

"Okay. What would have happened if I'd told your mother about Frank's shenanigans? He'd have denied everything, accused me of having a bad attack of sour grapes and Marsha would have believed him. God your father can talk the hind legs off a donkey when he's got a mind too. Jesus if it weren't for the baby he'd have denied everything today. And what's more, your mother would have most likely swallowed every word. That's why I chose a time and place when there were others present who were aware of his antics.

"I'd have been consigned to the realms of the no longer friends and I doubt I'd have ever seen your mother again. Frank would definitely have chosen to move the family as far away from this street as he could anyway."

Becky stared up at Bill's face for a long while without speaking. Then she made a decision, her uncle had mentioned something else she hadn't been aware of and then glossed over it.

"Uncle Bill, you said that at one time you and my mother dated each other!"

"We did for a while?"

"So what happened?"

"There was a little bit of unpleasantness overseas and I went out there to work on some reconstruction contracts. When I returned to the UK, your mother was married to Frank."

"You loved her didn't you?"

Bill pulled a small leather covered box from his pocket. Becky vaguely remembered seeing him absentmindedly fiddle with that box many times, when she was younger. He opened it within Becky's sight for the first time and showed her its contents.

"I was going to ask your mother to marry me when I was offered the contract. The danger money I got for working in a virtual war zone would have set us up nicely.

Bill took a deep breath.

"But I chickened out at the last minute. Several guys were killed just before I was due to fly out there and your mother said something about not being able to sleep at night because of the worry. I figured I'd pop the question when I'd safely returned home."

"And my dad beat you to it?"

"Better than beat me to the starting gate Becky, they were married and your mother was pregnant with Jill."

"You still love mother don't you, and that's why you've never married, isn't it?"

"Sometimes you can be perceptive Becky. Now it's getting rather late, I think you'd better get home to your mother; you know she needs you! If she ever needs anything that I can assist with; you can tell her I'll do whatever I can!""

Becky stretched up and kissed the man she'd always called uncle on the cheek, then turned and quietly disappeared around the side of the house.

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Several weeks were to pass before Bill saw or heard from anyone in Becky's family.

Well that's if you ignored the altercation between him and Frank in the Rose and Crown one evening. Frank came off the worse in that encounter, but when the police arrived, suddenly there were no witnesses as to what had actually happened. Frank was arrested and held overnight for being drunk and disorderly. No charges were brought over the incident.

Then Bill came home from the office one evening and as he got out of his car, he felt the sensation we've all had at onetime or another, that someone was watching him.

Looking across the street, he saw that Becky and Jill were standing in their mother's lounge watching him through the window.

Bill waved cheerily, Becky waved back with equal enthusiasm. However, Bill noted that Jill only just raised her hand a little, as if not sure whether she should acknowledge him or not.

Shrugging to himself, Bill went into his house and threw his coat and briefcase on the sofa. Then he filled a glass with ice and poured a good helping of whisky over it.

"Shit, I must find something to do with my evenings besides drink." He said out loud to the empty room.

Nearly always in the past, one of Frank and Marsha's children would have been there with anything from a flat tire on a bicycle, to some homework they needed help with. Latterly, uncle Bill had often been roped in to help keep young Mark's old wreck of a car on the road as well. Becky and Jill's cars had never been as much of a problem, because they drove them with a little more consideration of the vehicles age.

Bill had just settled himself in a chair on the rear patio and was about to light his evening cigar when the telephone rang. Placing the unlit cigar on the table he mumbled, "Shit!" and struggled to his feet again.

"Bill Mathews!" he said harshly into the mouthpiece.

"Bill. It's Marsha. I hope this isn't a bad time, but I need to apologise."

A smile came over Bill's face. Good, she's forgiven me, he thought.

"Oh Christ Marsha, there's really no need for an apology. God I knew you'd be upset and, as Frank had done a runner ... well, there weren't really anyone else you could have had a go at, was there?"

"No Bill, you don't understand. I didn't want to apologise about the night of the party. Well, I do, but that's not what I'm calling you about today!"

"Sorry Marsha, you've lost me. What else could you possibly want to apologise for?"

"Ah ... well ... you see Bill. I don't know how to tell you this, I'm so ashamed."

"Marsha, you are talking a hell of a lot, and yet saying very little."

"Well, it's Jill, Bill. There's something that I should have told you about a very long time ago..."

Bill didn't hear the rest of Marsha's words; young Jill appearing on his rear patio had taken his attention. Jill was standing there mournfully looking back at him with tears streaming down her face.

"You're forgiven Marsha," he said into the handset after some thought, "But there's going to be one hell of a penance to pay girl!"

"Penance?" Marsha's voice repeated nervously.

"Yes, we'll start with you joining my daughter and me for dinner this evening, and then see where we go from there, shall we? Oh, you'd better bring Becky along or she'll get all out of shape with her favourite uncle.

Life Goes On

This Denham Forrest, The Wanderer story, is posted on this site with the authors knowledge and consent. RG 



Damned If You Do



"Jim will be gone for two days, and it could be that they can't get together until Thursday too. I don't know, and I sure as hell don't want to be involved in that mess either. Just trust me Drew... I wouldn't lie to you."

"I hope not. You've never lied to be before, and I want to believe you Matt, but Gloria... Oh damn. That's why you were so weird the other day when she offered to... take care of you. You'd seen her that morning. Oh my God. Oh my God."

I could see that now Drew believed me, at least partially. I had a huge load off my chest and it appeared that Drew still loved me and at least was listening to my story. I just hoped that Gloria would follow through with what I figured she'd be doing on the next Wednesday or Thursday now. If not, I'd probably be on someone's hit list for sure maybe two someone's. If Jim found out, I would possibly be on three someone's hit lists.

The next few days were tense around our home. Drew and I had sex, but it was different. Drew was holding back at times while I was struggling to overcome this sudden void that had crept into our lives. Each day brought more hope that Gloria wouldn't let me down now.

On that Monday I found out from my boss that a training class I had been scheduled to take had been moved up two weeks. I had to fly out Tuesday evening and stay until Saturday. 

To say I was unhappy was a huge understatement. What with what I figured was going to happen next door this week, I felt a need to be home. Instead of being able to take a few days off I now had to fly out of town for a stupid training class. 

My boss had made it clear to me what would happen if I chose not to go too.

"Matt, I know that the change in the class is bad timing, but it's the only time this year you'll be able to attend. Matter of fact, it's the last time this year they're going to give it and you have to, HAVE to have that training to continue working in your present job."

"What are you saying Robert? I'll be fired if I don't go?"

"Look Matt, this training is the next step for your move up in this company. If you aren't there, you can't move up. I need someone who's capable and able to move up. You have the capable part down, matter of fact I'm having a hard time believing you don't want to go. I apologize for the change and the shortness of notice. That's the best I can do though."

"I know Robert. I know. It's just that some things have come up on the home front and I needed to be home on Wednesday and Thursday. Guess I'll just have to man up and do what I gotta do. Sorry."

"That's the spirit. I'll make it up to you Matt, I promise."

My news didn't seem to bother Drew at all. Matter of fact she just accepted it as part of my job. In the past we'd had huge arguments about this very thing, the sudden travel with no forewarning. Suddenly an out of town trip for the rest of the week was no problem?

I didn't feel good about it, and was expecting a fight from Drew. When that fight didn't occur I was curious as to why.

"Drew, why aren't you upset about this training class?"

"Matt, I learned some time ago that your job requires you to be out of town once in a while. I know that this trip was unexpected and the class was for two weeks from now, but it will be okay. Gloria will do what she'll do, if you're right, and I'll see it. When you get home it will be settled, one way or the other. Matter of fact I think it would be better if you weren't around if she does do what you claim you saw."

"Okay. But why not want me around Drew?"

"First of all, Gloria is my best friend. She doesn't need to know that you know about her doing something like that. She doesn't need to find out that we think she's a slut, if that's what she's doing."

"Why the fuck not? I mean, I didn't plan on watching them. Matter of fact it made me kind of ill to see it when it was going on."

"How long did you watch them Matt?"

"Not long. Just enough to know that it wasn't a first time thing. For any of them."

"Okay. I can understand why you'd be ill at seeing something like that, I think. You like Jim and Gloria and thought we were great friends. Then you see that and you're put between a rock and a hard place, so to speak. If you tell Jim, you risk your friendship. If you don't tell Jim, you risk your friendship."

"Yeah, something like that."

"Then you need to understand this. Gloria is my best friend. While you and Jim are friends, Gloria and I have bonded closely. I'm not sure how I'll handle seeing her like that, and to be honest, I don't want you to be there because your being there could set a pace to drive things to a place I don't want to go."

"What? You want to stay friends with her even if she's like that?"

"Look Matt, I know you don't understand, but we are so close. I can't leave her like that, knowing that she will wreck her marriage. I can try to talk her out of doing that and remind her that Jim is her man. Barring that, I know that she'll one day need someone to lean on when Jim finds out, and he will eventually... won't he Matt?"

Drew gave me that look. She knew that eventually I'd feel the need to tell Jim everything I'd seen that day and that Jim would probably fly off the handle at Gloria. I understood why Drew felt a need to be there for her best friend, but I didn't understand how Drew could be her best friend now, after knowing what Gloria was doing when she thought she wasn't being seen.

"Look Drew, why would you want to be friends with Gloria when you know she's like that?"

"So far Matt all I have is your word, and though you're my husband and I love you, I love Gloria too. Not the same way as I love you and if she is doing what you say you saw, it will put a huge strain on our relationship too. Still, we are close friends and friends don't dump one another... ever."

"Admirable, but there are limits to friendship Drew."

"NOT FOR ME MATTHEW."

I knew I was pressing too hard. The 'Matthew' thing was the first sign of obvious irritation by Drew in this whole mess. Drew has always considered friendship to be a sacred bond that is worked on and held dearly to. I had admired that in the past, but now it worried me. 

If Drew kept being friends with Gloria, would Gloria rub off on Drew? Could Drew get caught up in Gloria's lifestyle and end up doing something like I had seen Gloria doing with Hal and Pete that day? 

Or would Drew rub off on Gloria in a good way and cause her to re-think her lifestyle? Would Drew help Gloria to see the error of what she was doing and help her to find Jim again?

Knowing Drew, I knew that either way, I would find out. I just hoped it would be the latter instead of the former when it all settled out. Drew and I had talked about messing around on each other and we had both stated that would have the highest cost, our marriage. I hoped that Drew remembered those conversations now.

The next day I left for the training. I had misgivings, but in the end I knew that my trust in Drew was firm, and that I could only hand her the freedom to have a choice. I hoped that her seeing Gloria doing those things wouldn't be too hurtful to her, and that they'd be able to work things out. I also hoped that Drew would be helpful for Gloria instead of Gloria dragging Drew into her lifestyle.

All I knew was that I had to trust Drew to do the right thing by us. Still, there was a little voice in my head telling me to go with caution. I fretted about it all the way to the airport. Drew was driving and I could tell she was bothered by my feelings since they must have been showing.

"Look Matt, I won't do anything like those things Gloria has done, if that makes any difference to you. I love you and I can only love you. I can only make love to the person I love and that's you totally. Please Matt, don't worry about this. I'm not sure how I'll handle it all, but you don't have to worry about me. Okay?"

"Okay sweetie. I trust you. After all, we had a discussion about something along these lines a long time ago, and I know that back then you thought like I did, and extra-martial affairs were wrong. I love you Drew, I really do."

I felt somewhat better, but not totally. Temptation can bring down the most rigid and righteous person, as the bible and other written history will show. I mean, Eve was tempted into taking the apple right? Samson was brought down by Delilah. What more can I say? 

I arrived in good time and called Drew from my hotel room. She was in a good mood and we had some sweet phone sex before I hit the pillow for the night. I felt better than I had earlier, knowing that Drew did love me. 

We made plans for me to call her the next night around seven. After hanging up, I lay in bed and thought about what I'd seen that day. Gloria had a hot body on her that was for sure. I know that I had some thoughts once a long time ago about her but those thoughts had been short and not all that serious. 

It was who she'd been doing it with that really bothered me though. I figured someone like Gloria, with such a hot body and all, should have had some real studs out there not two fat, gray haired, old men. I just didn't understand that at all.

The next morning we started the training and I discovered that it was going to be harder than I had been led to believe. I was going to be doing some work after hours in order to keep up, and while not too difficult, I could see that I was going to have some late night sessions trying to figure it all out. So much for easy classroom work and lazy days.

That night I called Drew around seven. She answered on the third ring, her voice out of breath.

"Hey Matt, how's things?"

"Good. The classes are tougher than I thought they were going to be, but I'm learning what I need to know. Why are you out of breath?"

"Oh, I was on the patio enjoying the last rays of sunshine when you called. I forgot to bring the phone out with me and had to run in before you hung up."

"So, what did you see today?"

"You were so right Matt. I apologize for not believing you. Gloria not only was doing it with Hal and Pete, there were another two men there today too. I don't know who they are, but one of them was black and the other was huge. Everywhere. I mean, huge."

"FOUR men? How'd you handle seeing that Drew? I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound pious or anything, but I told you so. Damn, four men. I never knew that."

"Matt, TWO men was too much to begin with. Four is just... slutty."

"I'm sorry Drew. I know you wanted me to be wrong and Gloria to not be doing those things..."

"It's all right Matt, can you forgive me for not believing you though? After all, you are my husband and all. I should never have doubted you. NEVER."

"It's okay Drew, I forgive you."

"Oh Matt, you wouldn't have believed it. Well, maybe you would have believed it. Three of them did her together and everything. I mean... it was nasty. Real nasty. Almost like Jenna."

I was troubled now. Drew sounded worked up, like she'd gotten turned on a bit by seeing her best friend like that.

"Uh Drew, are you all right? I mean, you sound kind of jealous or something."

"What? Matthew, how dare you. I'd never do those things. While it wasn't disgusting to see, I could never do those things, and you should know that. I mean, naked people doing it has always turned me on a little bit. Knowing that I knew some of them was way far different than watching a porn film. You know how turned on I get when watching Jenna Jamison and her studs anyway."

I had to admit that Drew had always been more of a visual type of woman than most. She'd watch porn movies with me at the drop of the hat, and later she'd wear me out in bed, or wherever else we happened to be doing it at.

"So, I don't have anything to worry about then?"

"MATT, you're pushing the wrong buttons right now, and you know it."

"Sorry. I was kidding."

"I know. So was I. Oh honey, I don't know how to go about telling Gloria I saw her today either. This is going to be harder than I thought. I have to tell her I know though. I just have to. Even if it means our friendship is in danger of being lost. I can't hide this from her."

"Drew, you do what you think is best. I'll be here for you and I'll be home on Saturday too. I love you babe."

"Goodnight sweetie. I love you too. I mean that Matt, I really do love you."

"I know Drew. Just like I love you too."

That night I was thinking about Drew and Gloria and suddenly it hit me. Drew had no other true friends at all other than me and Gloria. I had been so worried about things that I had forgotten all about that. 

All the other people in the neighborhood were older to the point of being retirees. Well, almost. With the exception of Gloria and Jim, everyone was at least ten years older than us. Most had kids that were in high school. Drew and I hadn't even gotten to the point of having kids yet. Neither had Jim and Gloria.

Here I'd been worried about Drew possibly cheating on me, and she was in the middle of learning things about her only and closest friend that were not really 'good' things to know of them. I knew that I'd have to watch close and keep Drew remembering that she had me still. I'd be her rock. She was going to need one that was for sure.

The next day the classes were tougher than the day before. I struggled with some of the concepts presented and by the end of the class day I had figured out most of them and was fairly comfortable with them. I was drained though. I went out and ate, then headed to the room. After a long hot shower I called home.

Drew didn't answer the first time. Later, when it was about seven I called again. This time Drew answered promptly.

"Hey Matt. I miss you baby."

She sounded worked up. I wasn't sure whether I should be glad or worried about that.

"Love you Drew. You okay?"

"Oh baby, I'm more than okay. I'm fi-i-i-n-n-n-e."

She moaned out 'fine' and that started the hackles on the back of my neck to rise.

"Drew, are you alone right now?"

"No, I'm not baby. I'm with you."

"You're all alone in the house though, right?"

"Of course baby. I'm just practicing for when you come home."

"Practicing?"

"I've got big blue out."

'Big blue' was a fake cock we'd gotten once. It had been a gag gift I'd gotten her actually, and we'd used it a few times in our play. I knew that time to time she'd use it when I was gone out of town too.

"What are you practicing for sweetie?"

"You'll see when you get home. I'm all warmed up though. I want you naked within one minute when you walk in the door Saturday Matt. I want your hard cock poking the back of my throat while my hands pull you by your ass cheeks deeper and deeper. I want to swallow you whole baby."

I was on fire suddenly. Drew was hot to trot right at that moment and the phone sex was hot. We'd done this before too, but never had Drew been warmed up before the call and never had she started it like this.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Then after you shoot your load into my mouth and down my throat, I will suck you right back up and drag you to the couch where I'll lay you down on your back."

"Oh yeah...sounds good."

"Yeah? Well, once you're laying back I'm going to straddle your head and give you a chance to re-cip-ro-cate me. I can feel your long hot tongue licking me like you do. Oh! Oh! Uhhh!

I knew she was cumming right then. I thought that she'd come down and we'd have the rest of our talk, but I was stroking myself imagining her laying on our bed naked, working her pussy with 'big blue'.

"Oh yeah...that was good, but I want more."

Surprise number two. This had never gone two times before. This was new.

"You want more baby?"

"Oh yeah...lots more Matt. I want your tongue licking me, sticking inside me, your hard cock in my mouth while you eat me to multiple orgasm's. Once I've had enough of that I am moving off of you. I straddle your hips, your hard cock is sticking straight up. Oh...uhhhh...and I drop down on you, your cock penetrates me deep. Ohhh...uhhh..."

She was working up into another orgasm. 

"Oh baby...I'm riding your cock and your hands are on my tits. My nipples are hard and you're pinching them, tugging on them. I can feel it all the way down to my pussy. So full. Full of you. Oh...Uhhhh...OH!!! UHH!!!

I couldn't believe it. Drew was having another orgasm again and so soon too. Not only that, she was worked up as much as I'd ever heard her be on the phone. I wondered briefly why, but I was caught up in the sexual tension now. 

Drew came hard that second time and as she did, I sprayed all over my chest and stomach. I came pretty hard myself. It felt great, but nothing near as good as actual sex with my wife though.

While we both calmed down from the almost simultaneous orgasm's, I gathered my thoughts. 

"So...how are you sweetie?"

"Missing you Matt. Missing you."

"Did you have a talk with Gloria yet?"

"No. I keep thinking about what I saw and what she must have been feeling, all those cocks..."

"Drew, you don't want to try that do you? I couldn't handle that at all. You know...'

"NO. I'm just...oh I don't know... the thought of all those cocks is enticing, but I'd never cheat on you Matt... you should know that. I'm maybe a bit jealous about Gloria, but only in what she must feel when there's more than one man inside her. Not what she's going to face when Jim finds out."

"I don't understand. You want to try multiple cocks, is that it?"

"Matt, damn you... NO. It's the fantasy baby. That's all. You never have thoughts of more than one tongue on your cock, or more than one mouth on your body? More tits, more pussy, more... I don't know... everything?"

"Well, not since I've been with you baby. I mean, a long time ago maybe, but since we've been together? No."

"You do know I'm talking fantasy Matt? I don't want to try it out for real. It's just fantasy material. Like Jenna and the studs."

"Well, you're making me a tad nervous Drew... but I think I understand. It's just the timing of it all."

"Well, until the other day Matt, I'd never seen people doing it in a group grope kind of thing in real life either. Gloria looked so... I don't know... fulfilled? Maybe?"

"How fulfilled will she be when Jim finds out Drew? How 'good' will she feel then?"

"Maybe Jim knows and is into it too Matt."

"Now you're talking real fantasy Drew. You know Jim as well as I do. He's so jealous you know he'd kill someone for even thinking about doing Gloria. You can't seriously think that he'd go for that for one second do you?"

"You're right. He'd never go for that, and neither would you. That's all right though. I could never do those things either. I just can't help thinking how it would feel and everything."

"Well, you can try those things with your next husband dear. This husband don't want nothing to do with that stuff."

"I know Matt, I know. I'm sorry. I just got caught up imagining... things. That's all. How's the training going anyway? Learning everything you need to know?"

The sudden change in conversation was probably a good thing. I was thinking bad thoughts about Drew suddenly and worry was one of the last things I needed to have on my plate this week. Still, I worried.

The next morning the trainer came up to me and told me that I was ready for the test. I was surprised. 

"I thought we had another eight hours of training to go yet."

"Oh no. You're so far ahead of everyone, we talked it over and thought you'd like to get out of here early, so we think you're ready for the test. You pass, you're gone before lunch and don't have to stay the extra day."

I passed the test with flying colors and bid goodbye. I was able to catch a flight home in the early afternoon, putting me home at about four in the afternoon. The cab dropped me off and I just then realized that I hadn't called ahead to let Drew know I'd be home early.




Damned If You Do



I thought about that and wondered if maybe I was thinking deep down I'd catch her doing something bad? Did I not have the trust in my wife I once had last week? Was it all subconscious or was it a protective instinct triggering in with everything that had been going on this week?

My next thoughts were what Drew's reaction to my showing up like this would be? Would she see it as innocent mistake and be glad or would she see it as intrusive and mistrusting on my part?

Well, having read some stories online here and there, I started with the facts. I was home and there were no strange cars in the driveway. Drew was home, or at least her car was. I hadn't called, but everything had happened so quickly and surprisingly to me it couldn't be a planned thing on my part.

All I had to do was go inside and let Drew know I was home. That was all. All I had to do was go inside and say 'Honey, I'm home!' and we'd be making love on the couch in a minute. That was all.

So why was I still standing on the sidewalk in front of my home then?

I'll tell you why. I was afraid. Afraid of what I may find. Afraid of what I may not find. Suddenly, I had all these fears about my marriage, my love and my wife, where I'd never even had doubts before.

I shook off the foreboding I had and headed to the front door. Once I got there I was surprised to find it locked. That was something I'd never encountered before when getting home from a trip. Always the front door had been unlocked. Of course, I had been expected before.

Worried a bit more now, I left my briefcase and suitcase by the front door and walked around to the back. Getting to the back gate, I stepped through quietly as I could. Sneaking into my own damn back yard was a new feeling for me.

I heard noises across the way and looked to see Gloria and four men going at it. I was surprised as I had been the first time. I thought that Jim would be home, yet here Gloria was, going at it with four men at once. Stunned, I could only stare at first.

Then I noticed that the huge man that Drew had told me about was facing away from Gloria and towards our backyard. He was waving a huge cock in the air, pointing it towards something or someone I couldn't see at that moment.

"Hey baby, come on over and get some of this. There's more than enough for you here. Come on pretty momma, you've got a great body, and I love the way your pussy looks too. It looks so good with that big blue dildo going in and out of it. Bet this would feel soooo much better though."

He was talking to someone in our backyard. I was definitely worried now and decided I needed to move quickly.

I shook off the surprise and went the rest of the way into my back yard, almost at a dead run. I turned the corner just past the house and almost fell on top of my wife. Drew was naked, lying in our lounger, masturbating with big blue while watching Gloria and friends. Her legs were on either side of the lounger and spread as wide as I'd ever seen them. She was spread so her whole body was exposed to their lecherous eyes.

"MATT!"

"Drew!"

"MATTHEW? Oh MY GOD!"

I heard Drew as I moved in front of her.

"WHO THE FUCK IS HE?"

One of the men that was in Gloria's mouth had turned and was staring at me. I didn't know him at all. Matter of fact, I knew none of the men in Gloria's back yard.

"HEY, that must be the hot chick's husband. Damn. I was hoping..."

The large black man was pointing at me. He didn't finish what he had on his mind, but I had a rather good idea what he'd been hoping.

"DREW!"

Gloria was aware, finally, that something was up. Spitting out the cock that had been in her mouth and down her throat she yelled at me.

"OH MATT, NO! She wasn't doing anything Matt, really. She was just watching."

Drew looked guilty and afraid. She was trying to cover herself up but she couldn't reach her robe because it was behind her about ten feet on the patio table. Obviously she had intentionally walked that ten feet totally naked and then reclined back on the lounger to give them a show.

"WHAT the fuck is going on here?" I finally got through all the names and shouting going on to concentrate on Drew.

"It's not what you think Matt. I mean..."

"It had better NOT be what I think it is Drew. What the hell are you doing out here naked? Anyone and... and... they could see you! With THAT between your legs. You were letting them look at you... like that."

I pointed at a now cowering Gloria and four studs. Drew was crying, tears running down her face, while I was still in a bit of shock over what I'd found. I didn't know whether to be relieved or upset that my wife wasn't next door. I was upset that she was naked here in our back yard where Gloria and studs could see her though.

I could see fear in her eyes too. I must have looked mighty angry at that moment and probably scary too. I was mad, but I was also confused and hurt and a thousand other things at the same time.

"You weren't supposed to be home until tomorrow. Why did you come today? Why did you have to catch me like this? Oh God... I feel so... dirty."

"Get inside and get something on. We'll talk when you're calmer. When I'm calmer too."

I glanced back over at Gloria only to see her smiling and winking at me. She blew me a kiss as I turned away. I couldn't believe this. Not one bit. I didn't know what to think. I wondered briefly what could or would have happened had I not gotten home right at that moment too.

I went to the front door and gathered my briefcase and suitcase and took them up to our bedroom. I undressed and showered, then changed into some jeans and a Tee-shirt. I put on my boots and walked down to the kitchen to find something to drink.

Half way down the stairs I realized I needed something to drink that was a bit harder than what we would have in the kitchen, so I went into my office and broke out my bottle of Scotch. 

Two drinks in about as many seconds. I poured the third one and made it a triple shot. The alcohol didn't seem to be working real well yet, but I could feel the warmth from those first drinks beginning to spread through my body.

I sat in my desk chair and turned it to face into our backyard. Putting my feet up on the credenza I sat back and began to try to work out my feelings and all the things that bombarded me. Shock was a very real feeling to me right then. 

Suddenly I realized that Gloria and her friends were still going at it. I couldn't believe this. I thought that she must be some kind of super fuck toy or something. She was putting more into her gangbang than most porn stars do, and to top it all off, she loved what she was doing with those guys.

I turned my chair so I was facing my desk only to find Drew standing in the office doorway, staring at me. She had dressed, and her eyes were still red from crying, but the look on her face was one that I'd never seen before. I couldn't tell if she was mad, hurt, upset, unhappy, or what.

"You were watching her."

Simple statement. Only now it wasn't simple at all. I was confused and upset. Yes, I was turned on by what I saw, but I was also upset by having found Drew naked and masturbating with big blue where they could see her. 

I was also upset that Drew had been so upset with my finding her like that too. It led me to believe that she knew what she'd been doing there was wrong. It also made me wonder what else she had been doing while I was gone. This was a woman that I didn't know suddenly.

"I didn't know they were still going at it. I would have thought my coming home and all the excitement would have shut them down for the day at least."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."

"Drew, why? How could you? By doing what you were doing you were sending a message to those guys that you might be available. Are you? Were you wishing that you were over there enjoying them too?"

Her silence worried me. She wouldn't look at me, her face hidden by the way she was standing. Half turned to me in the shadows. 

"DREW. Look at me."

Her head turned slowly and then I saw her tears. She was crying. Silently and almost as still as a mirror, but crying none the less. It tore at my heart. I almost started to cry just seeing her standing there looking so lost.

"I... don't know... I don't know..."

Her shoulders shuddered and her hands went to her face. I heard her now, and it was a type of crying that she'd never done around me before. Deep heart-rending sobs that made me feel low.

"Drew... why? Can you tell me why you would strip naked and masturbate with big blue in front of them like that?"

"I... don't... I don't know Matt. They were out there and I saw them. One of the men saw me standing there and started talking to me. Like I was participating or something. I guess I was, after all I was being nothing but a vulgar, dirty peeping Tom."

"No, you were in your yard minding your own business. They were an attraction that anybody would have watched, at least for a minute or so."

"I should have turned and walked right back into the house when I saw Gloria there, like that... but I didn't."

"It's your home Drew. You shouldn't have to put up with things like that in your home."

"But Matt, I wanted to watch them. Oh God... I can't believe this. I wanted to watch my best friend act like some whore, and I was getting off on it. I wanted to do what you caught me doing. I went back into the house, got big blue and stripped off my clothes, and put on the robe. When I got back outside I left my robe on the picnic table then laid on the lounger, naked. I let them see me... naked."

Drew's voice broke and she started sobbing again. I let her cry, not getting up or taking her in my arms. I was still pissed at her for having been like that, for those creeps to see. It cut me deeply that she'd do something like that and made me wonder what would have happened had I not come home until tomorrow as originally planned? How far would this have gone?

"They made comments about me. They all thought I was beautiful, sexy, desirable. I lay down and at first I was keeping myself positioned so they really didn't see anything, but after a bit, watching them and thinking about it, I spread my legs and began to use big blue. I was so hot... so damned turned on... and then one or the other of the men who wasn't busy would look over at me and say things while I masturbated with blue."

"You know that what you were doing is so close to actually cheating that it's not funny, right Drew?"

"I didn't do anything Matt. I was in our yard alone."

"If you'd have gotten more turned on, say I didn't come home right then? What would I have found in an hour Drew? Would I have found you over there joining in? Would I have found the love of my life cheating on me with her best friend and her studs? Can't you see how far you've gone already Drew? A week ago, you'd never have allowed someone other than me to see you naked, let alone masturbating with big blue. Today you were out there naked, masturbating and you weren't hiding a damn thing to their eyes. You were listening to them. You were interacting with them Drew... I can't... I just don't know you anymore."

"Oh Matt. I love you. Please, I love you with all my heart. I'd never cheat on you, on us. Not like that. Please, you have to believe me. I couldn't help myself as far as the masturbating went. It's just so crazy..."

"You can help yourself though Drew. In the past, I haven't seen you strip down and use big blue at the video store when we're picking out a Jenna movie. I've never seen you masturbate with big blue outside. I've never, in fact, seen you naked outside before. All this change in a week... it's too much."

"But I didn't go over there. I stayed in our yard."

"What about that? Why did you stay outside naked and let them watch you like that? Why would you allow them to see you masturbate like that? Why could you do that and still think that I'd be okay with it? Drew, you were interacting with them, regardless of what you may think."

Drew looked down and I knew at that moment I'd hit a nerve.

"What?"

"I knew it was wrong Matt."

"You knew it was wrong?"

"Yes. I should never have laid out there naked and masturbated like that, I know it's wrong."

"WHY?"

Her shoulders shook at my loud voice. I was upset that she had done this, but I think I was more upset that she knew what I would react like if I had seen her doing something like that.

"Because it was them seeing me. It was my allowing them to see me. It was the fact that I was out there watching them and watching them watch me. That I didn't run inside at first like I should have. That I had thoughts about..."

Here it was. Finally she was going to admit that there was more to it all than she had said at first.

"About what Drew?'

I kept my voice calm and low. I was having a hard time doing that mind you, but I knew in order to keep her talking I had to remain calm.

"I had thoughts about doing those guys... or actually, them doing me like they were doing Gloria. I was imagining them and me while I masturbated. Okay Matt? Are you happy now?"

She got up and fled the office and I heard our bedroom door slam shut a few seconds later. I was sitting there stunned. She had been thinking about having those men after all. How close had she come to actually destroying our marriage? Was our marriage already destroyed?

I felt used. Used and also intimidated. I was intimidated by men who had no moral compass obviously, men who could gangbang a married woman and like it. Men who could try to get another married woman involved with their games.

Obviously this had struck a nerve with Drew. I questioned many things about us that not too long ago I would have taken for granted. I questioned if I was still enough for Drew. Had she hidden things from me? Was she thinking there was greener grass out there now? Did she really want what Gloria was getting?

If that was what she wanted, she also had to know that she'd be doing that without me in her life. She knew I could not and would not ever go for her having other men. Just as I knew she couldn't stand for me to be with other women either.

What a mess our lives were now. I didn't know what to think, and some of the thoughts I was having were not good at all. I could feel anger deep down, and it was beginning to grow into an uncontrollable rage. I just didn't know what I was angry at or who I was angry at either.

I was sitting there alone in the dark a few hours later when I heard our back door open and someone come inside. It was Gloria. She had dressed and while a bikini wasn't much, it at least was something more than she had worn earlier.

"Hey Matt. Drew around?"

"Upstairs. Our bedroom. I suppose you know where that is, don't you?"

"Don't be mad at her Matt. She was just watching. That's all."

"She was thinking of them though Gloria. Watching you got her thinking about them. She was thinking of them when I walked back there and caught you and her... and that."

I was surprised that I wasn't ranting and raving at her. After all, Gloria was the reason my marriage was on the edge of never at the moment. Yet, I sat there and calmly discussed things with this woman like it was no big deal.

"Baby, haven't you ever had thoughts about me? You know you have. I've seen you look at me time to time. I know you want me. It's all just a fantasy baby. That's all... a fantasy."

"I'm married and I love my wife. I don't need or want anyone else. What you were doing over there was definitely not a fantasy either. Now though, if things change like they seem to be, I may not be able to say any of that soon. In that case, I can firmly say that I'd not want to touch YOU with THOSE guy's dicks. You seem to think that I want you... that I fantasize about you... that couldn't be farther from the truth now. A few months ago, yes, I did have a stray thought or two. Now, after seeing what you truly are, I'm not only disgusted by you, I'm also afraid of you. What diseases do you have? None of those men were wearing condoms. None of them probably care what you catch either. Besides that, what about Jim?"

"It's too bad you think that way Matthew. You just missed your shot at me."

"Thank God for little favors."

"I'm going up to see Drew."

"I'd rather you just left my home. But, I won't stop you from talking to her. Just remember that what happens now will reflect on you and Drew."

"Oh, are you going to tell on me Matty? Is big brave Matty going to tell my hubby that his wife is a slut that fucks any man with a cock between his legs? What will he think when you tell him that Matty? Will he think that maybe Matty had his wife too?"

"Get out. Now."

"I don't care if you tell Jim. Tell him. See if I care. His only care is his job and the big bucks it brings him. He could care less about me, so why should I care about him?"

"That's not true Gloria, and deep down you know it. You're trying to excuse what you're doing as neglect on Jim's part, and that is flat not true."

Gloria was about out of the office when Drew showed up in the doorway.

"You need to leave Gloria. NOW."

Gloria looked shocked at Drew's command.

"Hey Drew, it's me, Gloria. Your best friend."

"GET OUT GLORIA. NOW."

"I'll call you later."

"Don't bother."

It was a Drew I'd not seen before. She looked angry and defiant. Her ordering Gloria out was a shock, not only to Gloria, but to me too. I never thought I'd see the day that something like this would or could happen.

Gloria left quietly. I could see concern on her face and maybe a bit of guilt. I was quiet too. Drew was acting differently from earlier, and it appeared that she'd decided to come down and talk to me. At least I hoped that was her plan.

Drew followed Gloria out and I heard her lock the door behind Gloria as she left. A few minutes later Drew came back into the office.

"Can we talk?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry if I said things that upset you Drew. I was just so damned shocked at finding you like you were out there."

"Matt, I love you more than life itself. You have every right to be angry with me. I was doing things that no married woman with any self respect should have been doing. I allowed strangers to see my naked body. I allowed them to see me... pleasuring myself. I've done something to us in the process. I realize now that I truly was in danger of losing you and everything I hold dear."

"Don't be too hard on yourself Drew..."

"Matt, you said it yourself and I thought about it too, where would I have been in one hour or two if you hadn't made it home when you did? I can't honestly say. I was so turned on watching them, it was like a movie only nastier and more, I don't know, sexy maybe."

"Yeah. I know what you mean about that. After all, I watched them too. More than I wanted to too. It kind of sucked me in. It was so unreal, yet so in your face at the same time."

"But you didn't strip and masturbate Matt. I... I did."

Drew hung her head down and started to cry. I got up and went over to her, taking her into my arms.

"Don't. It's all right. You didn't do anything. You just masturbated, that's all."

"Matt, you know better than that. Don't try to excuse what I did. I was thinking things like I said earlier. I really couldn't tell where fantasy left off and the reality was working on me. If you hadn't walked in right then I probably would have done something terribly stupid."

"But you didn't."

"Only because you came in and stopped me."

"Drew..."

"MATTHEW... please... let me finish."

I stood there holding her, wondering what was going on in her mind.

"Matt, I had serious thoughts about getting closer to them. I wanted to see Gloria up close, I wanted to see those men up close too. Too close. Had I gone there it would have led to my joining them. I... I would have cheated on you Matt. I see that now. Clearly, I would have cheated on you."




Damned If You Do



Heart on fire - my heart was on fire. Burning pain cutting through me as her tortured confession spilled out on my chest. I felt a surge of anger, unreasonable anger, splinter through my body as I tried my best to stay still. I almost succeeded.

Drew pulled away, fear in her eyes. She backed up three steps, hands out towards me as if to push me away, yet draw me near at the same time. Tortured fear in her eyes as her confession burned through my soul.

"Matt, I'm sorry. It's the truth though. I see it now, so clearly. I was so worked up and turned on I was allowing my self to get closer and closer to that edge. If you had been two hours later you'd have seen me, probably, more likely than not over there with them."

"Why? Drew, why tell me this? Do you want to divorce me? Do you want them that bad? I have to believe that you wouldn't have done that Drew. Please tell me that you really wouldn't have done that?"

"I... I can't Matthew. I don't know what would have happened, but I can't truthfully say I wouldn't have ended up over at Gloria's today..."

"Then - what are you saying Drew? Are we finished?"

"NO... I... I Love you Matthew, so much, yet I did what I did. I thought about what I was doing and about them. Then you found me like that. I don't understand it, but I was about to cheat on you and I have no good reason to do that. None at all."

"Drew we can work through this. We can go to counseling, anything. Please. I love you. You didn't cheat on me, on us. What you did do is bad, but not bad enough to cause me to walk away from you. I still love you Drew."

"How can you love me after seeing me like that? I allowed them to see me like that? How can you stand there and tell me you love me after all this?"

"How can I not?"

"What?"

"Drew, I love you now, I loved you yesterday, I loved you a year ago, I've loved you ever since we first met. How can I not love you now?"

"After what you saw me doing, you can love me?"

"What you were doing wasn't the best thing a husband could see his wife do in front of other men, but it wasn't the worst thing either. I mean I didn't find you over there joining in with them."

"It was just a matter of time though Matt. I know that now."

"But you didn't. I think with some help, we can work through this. Of course, I can't see you and Gloria remaining friends after this. I'd not be comfortable with that at all, but even then, who your friends are is your business. As long as your friends don't put you into situations like Gloria has."

"How can you still love me Matt? I almost cheated on you. Matter of fact the only reason I probably didn't was due to your showing up like you did."

"My mind is too messed up right now to answer that Drew. Just answer me this, do you still love me? Am I still the number one man in your heart? In your head?"

"YES. You are the only man in my heart or my head. I know that for certain."

"Then we just need to work this all out. Maybe see a doctor or counselor for a while. We'll work through this together. You and me."

I felt I had to explain my thoughts to her now.

"Seeing them and their interacting with you like they were doing drew you into their little circle. It wasn't just you, anyone could have been drawn into it at that moment in time. Later, like you, they would have felt really bad, but in the lust of the moment..."

"I'm sorry Matt. I really am."

"Let it go Drew. We need to work through this, but that isn't going to happen tonight or this week for that matter. I love you, you love me. Let's just work on that for now... okay?"

Drew ran to my open arms and I hugged her close. While holding her I felt her shaking as she cried some more.

"What now honey?"

"I came so close Matt. I almost threw it all away for a few moments of gratification. That scares me so much it isn't funny."

"Well, just so you know that you aren't the only one with these feelings. That first time I saw them, Gloria, Hal and Pete, I was tempted for a bit. I had thought a bit one time or another about her that way. That's probably why I'm so upset. I saw in your eyes what I had felt that day and it scared me."

Drew pulled back and searched my eyes. I saw some anger or jealousy for a moment, then recognition of what I said about being scared too. As tears flowed from her eyes, she smiled and pressed her lips to mine.

"I'll only ever be yours Matt... I promise you that."

"I'll only be yours too Drew. Promise."

"I know."

Dragging my little secret out had been necessary. I knew that if Drew felt it had all been her alone, and that I'd been above it all, she'd feel guilty for a long time. She didn't deserve that. I had thought that day if only for a moment, what it'd be like to be in Gloria like those guys had been. I suppose it was a natural thought process in some ways but nonetheless, I had been tempted myself.

We slept that night spooned up to each other. Drew never let go of me the whole night. Always her hand was on my body some how, some way. We didn't have sex we just cuddled and held each other close. Our marriage had been shaken to its foundations, but we slept together and touched each other all night.

I know now that our touching like we were was our inner beings re-inventing our love for each other. We were reassuring each other that we still loved each other through our touch. Our touching also helped us to remember that we were there for each other, still.

The next morning I called into work and took the day off. While they weren't exactly happy about the sudden day off on my part, I was able to let my boss know without saying too much, that a lot depended on my having the time off.

I made breakfast for Drew and myself, and as I was finishing up the eggs, she showed up at the table. 

"Morning cupcake."

"Morning. Are you still mad at me?"

"Drew, I thought we went over that last night, no I'm not mad at you. I was scared last night but now I'm just glad that you're here with me."

She ran to me putting her arms around my body tightly. Her head buried in my chest I felt hot wet tears soaking through my Tee shirt.

"Hey, what's this all about anyway?"

"I just love you so much Matt... and I almost lost you."

'You never almost lost me Drew. Upset me, yes, lost me no."

"I need to talk to someone about this. We need to talk to someone about this. This has been a biggie."

"Yeah. A real bit more of a biggie than usual, that's for sure. So, do you have any ideas on who to call?"

"We'll call someone that's for sure. Lets look someone up in the yellow pages after breakfast, okay?"

"Sounds like a plan honey. Lets eat."

This all happened a few years ago now. We've been up and down with it, but we're still together. In fact we're more careful to let each other know our thoughts now. We share pretty much everything with each other. That includes thoughts and fantasies. 

Gloria? Jim finally came home one day and caught her. He kicked her out and almost killed the three men with her. The cops came and calmed things down though. Jim never knew that we had known about it. He moved away a little while after their divorce. Gloria found out about what she'd tossed away too. Too late though.



Damned Paradise



Darkness. Everything was dark. My back was pressed against a cold, hard wall and something metal and cold was wrapped around my wrists and ankles, anchoring me to the cement-like ground. Absolute raw adrenaline and fear pulsed through my veins and my breathing came in quick, shallow intakes. I strained my ears hoping to hear voices or a noise but I couldn't get past the sound of my racing rabbit-like heartbeat in my ears. I scanned the darkness frantically, my eyes flitting from one dark spot to the next. What I assumed was perspiration, slid down the back of my neck and over my eyes, soaking my shirt and slicking my long hair to the back of my neck and on my forehead. I reached chained down arm to wipe my face when suddenly I was blinded by a bright light. I blinked rapidly to regain a sliver of my vision and squinted, holding a hand eyes shielding it from the light. As my eyes slowly regained focus I saw that I was in a white room decorated only with a chair and the metal chains that chained me that disappeared into the wall behind me. In the chair sat the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. 

She wore a skin tight strapless violet mini dress that showed the beauty of her long, smooth legs and the sinful curves she possessed. Her dainty feet were bare and her toes were painted jet black just like her smooth fingernails on her delicate hands. Her nail polish matched her hair that trailed down below her waist and arced just underneath her right eye. Her eyes. They were absolutely mesmerizing. They were a bright purple, almost lavender, with a black ring around them making them hard to look away from. She had a heart shaped face with sexy, pouty lips and a small nose that rounded at the tip. Absolutely gorgeous.

"Hello, Cain." She said in a sweet, angelic voice that had me breathless.

"How do you know my name?" I asked, or mostly rasped.

My throat and mouth were both extremely dry. It felt as if I'd eaten cotton.

"Don't speak. Just listen." She said and I obeyed but my mind was bursting with questions. One of which she answered in her next sentence.

"My name is Tara. You're dehydrated, hungry, and possibly freezing."

I hadn't realized how hungry I was until she said so. My stomach was growling viciously and it felt as if it was eating itself. I groaned softly, not wanting to show weakness. It wasn't very effective considering I was chained up, dirty, hungry, and dehydrated.

"I've arranged a 3 course meal for us to enjoy together while we talk. Unfortunately you are incredibly filthy so I've also arranged for some clothes for you to wear and the possibility of a shower for you. I'm sure you have many questions that I'll be glad to answer during our meal." She said.

I opened my mouth to speak again but only a rasp followed by a cough came out. Tara smiled. How beautiful she was when she smiled.

"Until then." She said and as if on cue I began to drift out of consciousness. The last thing I heard as my body thudded to the ground was her beautiful voice saying "Bathe him and escort him to the dining hall."

I awoke, dazed, in a dimly lit hall, seated in a chair at a table with my legs chained to the legs. My arms were free and I looked down and saw a salad sitting in front of me accompanied by a tall glass of water. My mouth watered as I tore into the food, finishing it without even tasting it. I downed the water and my body craved more and I scanned the table for a pitcher. I found the object of my quest and grabbed it, upending it in my mouth and resulting in a soaked tuxedo. Tuxedo? I didn't even own a tux. Yet here I was sitting in a black tuxedo with dress shoes on. I felt my hair and it was washed and combed neatly around my face. Thankful that whoever did it didn't cut it, I ruffled it up into my natural just-got-out-of-bed look. My hair was long and it fell down to my back. It was dirty blonde with a few black streaks through it. My eyes were clear blue, similar to an oceans' surface. I wasn't an ugly guy. I was muscular, toned, and I had a nice face. It wasn't very hard to get a date either. My looks coupled with my British accent landed me any girl I set my eyes on.

My brutal murder of the salad and the waterfall of water I'd created went unwatched as I realized that I was alone in the room. I took in the surroundings around me. The dining hall had a surprisingly small table. It was about the size for a family of 4. The walls were an off white color that coincided with the ceiling and even the floor. It was like being in the all white room again. Thinking of the white room made me think of Tara. How beautiful she was.

"Tara." I said, softly testing out my throat. It seemed fine to speak but it did ache.

"Yes, Cain?" came the sweet voice of the woman of my thoughts.

I looked around and saw her as she walked in the door. She was wearing a different dress. This dress fell about mid thigh and was made out of red silk. The straps tied around the back of her neck and the neck line plunged down to her panty line so her slim stomach and accentuated her breasts. She wore red heels and her hair was pulled up into a half up half down style with a bun. I couldn't look away.

"I was just wondering where you were." I said, sheepishly playing with my hair.

She smiled at me. God how I loved to see her smile. Now I know you think these are weird things to be saying considering this is the woman who drugged me, kidnapped me, chained me to a chair, and kept me prisoner for only God knows how long but I'm a man. She was an insanely beautiful woman and I was a one track minded single bachelor. Wanting her was natural instinct for me.

"I see." She said and she made her way to sit in the chair opposite me. She picked up her plate of salad and exchanged her plate with mine and sipped her glass of water.

Every bone in my body wanted to dive into that plate like a savage but I refrained and ate civilly, after all I was in the presence of a lady.

"How's the salad, Cain?" she asked but my mind was too distracted by the billions of questions running through my brain.

"Never mind the salad, love; I've got a few questions for you." I said, getting down to business and wiping my mouth with a napkin, which I folded neatly and placed next to my plate. I'm not sure how classy I looked with a sopping wet tuxedo on but I'm sure I looked the best I could considering the situation.

"Which I'll be glad to answer." Tara said and I smiled.

Commence interrogation.

"Where am I?"

"In my home." She responded.

"How long have I been here?"

"3 weeks."

"Does my family know where I am?"

"No."

"Did you kidnap me?"

"I guess you could say that." She said, shrugging a shoulder.

I laughed a little.

"If you wanted me to come back to your place, love, all you had to do was ask." I said smiling. Tara smiled back and sipped her water.

"I'm obviously not injured so I can only assume you've been taking good care of me. I mean aside from the chains, starvation, and dehydration. I've really no more questions about my whereabouts or well being but I've questions about you, Tara." I said, picking my fork up and placing some leafy greens into my mouth.

"Is that so? Normally people I bring back here are more concerned about themselves and their families. Why so curious about me?" she asked, setting her water down and leaning forward. Now me being a man and all, I couldn't help but glance at her chest but, granted, it was only momentarily.

"Well that's fairly simple. You're my captor who obviously is either fascinated in me or seriously sexually attracted to me." I said, confident in my answer and shocked by my Sherlock Holmes-like reasoning skills.

"What makes you say this?" she asked. Her face seemed to have a small smile on it but aside from that she had an amazing poker face.

"Well, for starters, I'm not dead or chained up in a white room, I feel somewhat safe here, I've been fed course one of a three course meal, I've been bathed, properly clothed, and treated like a human being. I don't feel like I'm in any real danger." I answered, honestly.

Tara laughed. I thought her smile was beautiful. When she laughed it was so angelic that it almost brought a tear to my eye.

"If only everyone else who was here believed they weren't in any danger." She said and just like that, a thousand questions burst into my mind.

"Everyone else?" I inquired.

"Yeah. You're not the only person here." She said.

"Where are these other people? Are they nearby?" I asked, shoving the last forkful of salad in my mouth and letting the fork clink onto the plate.

"There's a person across the hall actually." Tara said and looked into the far corner to her right and seemingly spoke to no one.

"Dean. Second course." She said and I thought to myself, I hope Dean isn't her husband or boyfriend because if they've been listening I'm in for a beating.

The man who I assumed was Dean came into the room and gathered up our plates. Dean was a rough looking man. He looked like he was a big rig driver or something but there were countless lacerations and scars all across his face and hands. His eyes looked like a man who'd been through a lot and was just looking for a way out. I have a bad habit of staring at someone as I take in their appearance. I apparently was doing this because Dean looked at me and said, in a rather rude tone of voice, "What are you looking at?" I shook my head and averted my eyes, focusing instead on the plate of steak and baked potatoes placed in front of me. I didn't speak until Dean left the room.

"Well he's just a ray of sunshine." I said and cut into my steak. Tara laughed. My goal was to keep her laughing. I loved the sound too much. I noticed she was picking at her food and I immediately felt self conscious because I was already finished with the steak and I was preparing to dive into the potato.

"Something the matter, love?" I asked, setting my utensils down and leaning away from the food. That action hurt my heart and stomach because my body was dying for me to finish that potato and devour Tara's plate as well. Instead I occupied myself with the champagne bottle that rude man Dean left for us to share. I poured myself a glass and sipped at it while I awaited her answer.

"Not very hungry. I always lose my appetite after I do it." She said and placed her fork down.

"Do it? What did you do? If you're talking about sex I get thirsty afterwards." I said, smiling sheepishly.

Tara just smiled. She looked me straight in the eyes and how gorgeous her eyes were.

"Kill someone." She said simply and to my surprise I wasn't the least bit affected.

"Who'd you kill?" I asked, shoving a piece of potato in my mouth and chewing contented.

Tara's face flushed with confusion and she cocked her head, studying my face.

"You're not shocked or scared?" she asked, genuinely mystified.

I shook my head and spooned more of the potato into my mouth.

"I'm more curious as to how you do it to be honest." I said, finishing my food and reaching around for her plate.

I ate in silence while she traced the top of her cup with a slender finger until she spoke.

"Would you like to see?" she asked and the question threw me off guard. With a mouth full of my second steak I mumbled over my food and asked her what she said.

"Would you like to see me kill someone? You said you were interested in how I do it. I could show you if you want."

I considered this offer in my mind for a second. A drop dead gorgeous woman who has grown fond of me has offered to let me see how she murders her victims in a casual offer over dinner.

"Sure. Sounds interesting but only after dessert." I said.

Now I know you're thinking that I must be losing my mind but I was never very squeamish at the sight of violent acts. I actually thought them to be cool. Though comparing this situation to just a simple violent act would be like saying Hitler's genocide towards the Jewish people is similar to a disturbed child killing a ladybug. Though those two situations are similar and all what with the killing but the child didn't declare he wanted to eliminate all the ladybugs in the world. So I pieced together this whole ordeal in my mind. I came to this conclusion: This woman offered to let me watch her murder someone in front of my eyes. Like any normal person I've always thought about murdering someone and imagining the consequences of it and just playing out a whole murder scene in my head and it always resulted in me being in jail as someone's bitch boy.

Tara watched me, in curiosity I assume, as I ate and awaited dessert while rude boy Dean set it on the table in front of me. This time he didn't bother to place Tara's plate in front of her, he politely placed both the plates of strawberry cheesecake in front of me and left, grumbling to himself. I paid this no mind as I dived into the cheesecake, thoroughly enjoying it. I almost forgot that Tara was there, I was so engrossed in the food. I looked up at her and she reached across with a napkin and wiped the side of my mouth. I grinned and said thanks. She nodded and sat back and studied me with her beautiful violet eyes.

"Something the matter?" I asked, just before taking a sip of the wine.

She looked as if she had something to say but she hesitated.

"Go on, love. I don't mind." I said, eating.

Before I could process what was happening, Tara reached across the table and struck me, hard, across my face. The food that was in my mouth flew out and across the room and the spot where she had hit me stung. I held my hand to my face and looked at her, appalled. The look on her face sent shivers through my spine. Her gorgeous features were twisted into a look of pure disgust and her mysterious eyes shone brightly with raw hatred. Her fists were clenched so tight her knuckles were white and a thin line of blood escaped from her nails digging so deep into her skin.

I was speechless and I was unsure of how to react. Right now I was terrified. One second we were having a nice chat, she offered to let me see her murder someone, I accepted, and then she hits me. I raked my brain to see if I said anything offensive to her but I was a perfect gentleman. What happened next increased the fear sevenfold.

Tara's face went completely blank and then she seemed to look at me with renewed eyes. Her face went through a series of emotions, ending on regret and horror. She rose quickly from her seat and came to me. Of course I drew back slightly considering the last time she came to touch me I was hit but now she was gentle. She touched my tomato red cheek softly and she looked confused.

"Who did this?" she said and I looked at her like she was mad.

"You did. Not but 20 seconds ago." I said, outraged but trying, and failing, to control my anger.

The look of utter confusion on her face told me that she was completely unaware of her action. That scared me. Her face went from confusion back to that twisted angry face again and she began to yell at me.

"Are you accusing me of hitting you?" she shouted, rising to her feet, fists clenched.

My jaw dropped. How do you deal with someone like this? I felt that if I said something that she would pick my fork up and stab me in the eye so I said nothing. Tara closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She opened them again and she grabbed my face. I had no idea what was going on. I wanted so badly for her to leave. Suddenly, she pressed her lips to mine and that feeling of wanting her to leave left. I wanted her to stay with me forever. She broke the kiss and a little piece inside of me doubled over and died. She looked at me, smiling, but her eyes didn't match her expression. Her eyes were angry.

"Come with me now, Cain. I'll show you how I kill someone." She said, unlocking the chains around my ankles and she left the room.

I flew from my chair to the door, slightly dazed from the kiss, and followed her across the hall into a door that was made of steel. We went in and there was one of those one-way windows that you see in Law & Order or something and she told me to stay on the side where the person couldn't see me. I obeyed, much like a dog, and she flipped a light switch and there was a man chained to a chair, much like how I just was, except his arms were chained as well. Tara looked at me and I hoped she would kiss me again but she did no such thing. She simply smiled and touched her slender finger to my lips before walking through the door leading to the man. He was a rather rough looking man, not much unlike Dean. He had scraggly hair that looked like string it was so dirty and his mud brown eyes were devoid of any emotion or maybe they were so full of emotion it was hard to pinpoint just one. It was too hard to tell. His clothes were in rags and hung off of his bone thin body and his skin was so dirty that it was hard to tell his actual skin color. When Tara entered the room he sat rim rod straight and his face went from emotionless, or emotion filled, to just naked dismay.

I hadn't realized that there was another man in the room with me until he clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

"Dead man, that's what he is." He said and he had a strong Scottish accent.

I looked at him and he was clothed much like me. He was bathed and sat in a chair with his feet propped up on a table, sipping out of a bottle of Jack Daniels. He looked comfortable. He was built like me and looked to be around my age, a ripe 23, and he had silky hazelnut brown hair that fell to his shoulders. His striking green eyes seemed friendly so I spoke to him.

"Who is that man?" I asked.

He looked up at me and smiled. He motioned for me to sit in the chair next to him. Both chairs were facing the window. Nothing had happened yet really. Tara had taken a seat in a chair at a table and there was something being obscured by her body that was shining in the light.

"Not sure, brother, but that lovely lass knows. She feels that people brought here for death shouldn't be addressed by name." he said offering the bottle to me. I took it and took a hearty swig and handed it back to him. He refused politely.

"If I have much else to drink I'll blow chunks."

I nodded and drank again.

"Milo." He said, extending a hand for me that I shook.

"Cain." I said and Milo grinned.

"Nice name, brother. Where are we from?"

"England. You?"

"Grand old Scotland. Beautiful land, England. I've been on business at one point in time. Lovely group of people."

I said thanks and we both turned our attention back to Mr. No Name and Tara. I was glad that I'd made a friend here who was just a normal guy like me. I couldn't help but compare No Name to me and Milo, both appearance wise and how he was being treated.

"You say some people are brought here to be killed. Is Mr. No Name one of them?" I asked.

" 'fraid so. He's been destined to be killed ever since Tara brought him here. The others she brings get treated like us. We get clothes, food, showers. We get full reign and get treated like royalty. Anything we want we just mention to one of the many servants, also on death row, and they have to do what we want no matter how ridiculous it is." Milo said and as he spoke he sounded almost sad.

"Does Tara choose the people like us randomly or does she bring people here purposely to be treated like us?" I couldn't help but wonder. Was I lucky or did I draw her eye?

"Not sure, brother. I do know that there are only about 5 of us, 6 now that you're here."

As he said this I couldn't help but feel special. I could've ended up just like No Name but she chose me for a reason, one I was unsure of but there was one. I began to wonder if we were supposed to sleep in the cell I woke up in or did we get rooms. I expressed this thought to Milo.

"We get rooms that are like suites in 5 star hotels. I'm not used to this yet, brother, and I've been here for almost a year and a half. Before Tara brought me here I was practically homeless. I was crashing on couches of friends and family, drinking myself crazy, promiscuous, and I had no job so I was financially supported by the person who I was staying with. When she kidnapped me in that alley it was the best thing that could ever happen to me strange as that sounds. I've just been thankful every day, for both being alive and for everything that I have now. You know?" he said and I thought to myself in a way Tara saved Milo's life. Then I thought how does she save lives when she kills people? I began to think Tara had some kind of god complex thing going on in her mind, making herself believe she has the power to choose who lives and who dies. In a way I was glad No Name was where he was because if he wasn't there was the possibility that I could've been No Name instead of Cain or Milo could've been No Name and No Name could've been the guy I was sitting talking to and drinking Jack Daniels with.




Damned Paradise



"You can room with me, brother, if you want. I don't much care for the other guys she decided to keep. They're all a bunch of right assholes except for Sean. Nice boy from Ireland. He can't be much older than 19. He's roomed up with the biggest, nastiest man here. He goes by the name of Medic because you get in a tussle with him and you're going to need one. So it's wise to keep your distance." Milo said, deciding to take the bottle from me and drank heartily.

"The show is about to end. Basically Tara goes in there, plays little mind games with them, driving them crazy, she unlocks their hands, places a knife on table near them and then she leaves. Soon after, sometimes 5 minutes sometimes within seconds, they pick the knife up and slit their throats or wrists and commit suicide. She never physically hurts anyone." Milo said, his words slightly slurring.

I thought back to when she slapped me.

"She hit me though." I said, defiantly.

Milo sighed.

"She hits us that she saves though, but only on rare occasions. It's not a re-occurring thing. She's hit me before. Right afterwards she kissed me though. I held no grudge against her. How can you? Look at the girl. Drop dead sexy. I cherish the dates we have together." Milo sounded love struck. Just like me. I didn't like the fact that my new friend felt the same way I did about Tara. It actually made me a little jealous. Then it hit me.

"Dates?" I tried my best not to sound jealous but I didn't do a good job.

Milo laughed, drunkenly.

"Tara calls one of us guys each week on Friday night to have a date with her. We never know who it is until the night of. She gets a report from the servants on who's been the best behaved and that's normally who gets the date. The servants who didn't vote for the rest of us normally gets hell from us until the next vote the following Friday." He said and instead of me calming down I got even angrier. Not only was my new friend going on dates with Tara but so were 4 other guys. I made a vow to be the best behaved to ensure a date with her every Friday. I was so engrossed in my jealous thoughts that I barely heard Milo tell me to look at Mr. No Name.

I noticed Tara was getting ready to leave and she had placed the knife next to No Name just as Milo said she would. She had just walked in the door joining us when blood splattered across the window. I felt a small chill but ultimately I wasn't really concerned. I was focused on Tara and so was Milo. We both probably looked idiotic because we both sported giant grins as she walked in. How beautiful she was.

"Milo, I see you've met Cain." She said and she came and sat on the edge of my chair. I wanted so badly to stroke her long smooth leg but I refrained. Milo on the other hand didn't. He reached across from his seat and placed a hand on her knee. I wanted to slap it off and tell him off. He winked at her and smiled.

"He's a nice guy. I want him to room with me." He said and Tara nodded her head.

"I'll have someone set up another bed in your room for him. Now since its Friday, I'm going to go collect the reports from the servants and get ready for my date. Good night boys." She stood and as Milo's hand fell from her knee I could see disappointment flush his face. That's what you get, bastard. Keep your hands off of her. I thought spitefully.

Tara left and it was just me and Milo sitting in a room with a blood spattered window.

"Such a lovely dame, Tara is. I hope I get that date but you most likely will because you're new and you haven't done anything yet. Be sure to tell me how it goes." Milo said and he stood stretching. "I on the other hand am about to hit the hay. Come with me so you know the way to the room."

I rose and followed him out of the room and down the hall towards a giant set of double doors with the word Royalty embossed in giant golden cursive letters on them. I inquired about the word choice to Milo.

"She considers us to be her treasures, her royalty. That's why we get treated the way we do." He turned me around and pointed to the other side of the hallway. There were the same kind of double doors but instead of fancy embossed script across the doors there was the word Junk scratched across it as if someone took a knife and carved into the wood. "That's where she puts the people who are brought here to be killed. If you look about halfway down the hall there's a door that says Limbo. Basically there she decides where she wants you to go." Milo said and turned to open our door. I smelled a meadow on a warm spring day and I knew something was odd. I turned to see a large stairwell that seemed to extend upwards forever.

"Do you smell flowers, Milo?" I asked, hoping I wasn't going crazy.

He laughed. "Yeah, brother, I do every time I open this door. You'll see."

We ascended the stairs and suddenly we were in a huge dome with flowers, artificial sunlight, grass, lakes, and some animals. It was like being dropped in an artificial environment. It was so hot in there that I removed my tux jacket and loosened my tie and shirt. Sweat beaded on my forehead. I hadn't even noticed that Milo had stripped down to his boxers and was swimming in a nearby pond until he splashed me and brought me back to reality. I looked at him confused.

"Is this for real?" I asked in disbelief.

Milo laughed and it was filled with a child-like glee. He swam to the edge of the pond and hoisted himself out. Here's where I went a little gay. Milo was built like Adonis. He had smooth, evenly tanned skin and I just wanted to touch his toned muscles but feeling on another man, unless you're homosexual, violates many manly codes.

"This is very real, Cain. This is one of the many simulated environments that Tara has created for us. You up for a snowball fight?" Milo said, pulling his pants back on and slinging his shirt over his shoulder.

This sounded odd to me. I mean we were in an environment with heat, snows worst enemy. My face must've conveyed my confusion because Milo grinned.

"Follow me, brother." He walked to a door that was between two waterfalls and I followed but I was unsure of where we going until he opened the door and there was a winter wonderland right before my very eyes. It was almost as if I was standing in one world looking into another. Milo laughed at my bewildered face and threw the rest of his clothes on. He reached down and shot a snowball into my gut and surprisingly it felt like actual snow, not the fake powdery stuff you get in indoor snowboarding places. I laughed and tackled him into the snow. We both got up and had a giant snowball fight. We were both soaking wet when we stopped. Milo stood up and offered his hand to help me up. I took it and we walked back through the door that led to the meadow.

"Time to show you our room." Milo said and pushed open a set of double doors located next to a koi pond. There was a big common room that we walked into. There were televisions, refrigerators, phones, video game systems and there was even a place set up for writing, drawing, and reading; my three favorite things. We walked a short hallway and entered something that looked like the end of a suburban area. It was giant circular ending with doors circling around us. We walked to the door directly across from the hallway and went in.

We walked in and there were two beds set up with a flat screen T.V, a kitchen area, two doors that I assumed led to the bathrooms, and a balcony that overlooked a vast ocean with the sun setting. It was breathtaking. Milo flopped down on the bed farthest away from the balcony and he answered my confused look with a simple, "I'm afraid of heights and I move too much in my sleep to be safe anywhere near that balcony."

I grinned and was happy that I got that bed. I sat on it and the sheets were made out of silk and were incredibly soft to the touch. Milo began to undress and threw on pajama pants that he pulled out of a drawer and laid down in his bed. He propped his head up on his elbow and looked at me, ready to talk.

"I snore so beware. If I wake you I'm sorry but I can't help it." He said, sheepishly and I waved my hand dismissively.

"I'm an insomniac so I most likely will already be awake." I said.

"Perfect." He said and pulled his hair into a ponytail. He tossed a hair tie to me and said, "You need it more than I do. You have that lion's mane."

I laughed. "Thanks."

"I honestly wonder how you keep it so long. I cut mine. It used to be a bit longer than yours. It was a bother to keep up with." He said and then shrugging his shoulders he turned and pulled his covers over his head.

"Night, brother. We'll talk more tomorrow. Enjoy your date." Those were the last words I heard from Milo that night. The next sounds I heard scared me. It sounded as if a growling bear had started a chainsaw and was on a microphone with speakers on blast. 

I couldn't help but laugh and I continued to laugh so hard that I barely heard someone knocking on the door. Milo's bear sounds continued as I opened the door and there stood a tall, pale boy who looked like he was in his late teens.

"You must be Sean." I said and he nodded.

"You're obviously Cain, the new guy. I saw the servants putting a new bed in Milo's room and I figured you were rooming with him." Sean had such a thick Irish accent I almost couldn't understand him. He had fire red hair that obscured his chocolate brown eyes from the world that he had to constantly push away to be able to see. He had a smattering of freckles all around his nose and his cheeks were rosy red. I also noted he had a metal hoop going through his right eyebrow and his left nostril. He looked like a college student.

"Mind if I come in?" he asked politely and I stood back to let him in.

He walked in and I studied his appearance. He was wearing baggy black jeans with a pair of high top black Converses and a black hoody which he removed and what I saw kind of surprised me. He was wearing a v neck black t shirt with the word Chevelle spread across it in blood red letters and his arms weren't thin and bony like how I thought he was. He was actually toned. His shirt was so tight that you could see the 4 pack that was hidden beneath it.

I perceived him to be odd but incredibly cool. He already exhibited his manners so he was a nice boy as Milo had said.

Sean sat down on my bed and looked over at Milo, grinning.

"I remember when I first came here how I hadn't slept for 3 weeks because of that bear over there. Milo's a chill guy." He said, flipping his hair out of his face with that neck jerky movement thing girls do. "So how do you like living here so far?"

"It's not bad. I mean I'm not dead so how bad can it actually be?" I said.

Sean laughed at this.

"How about that fox Tara? Smoking hot, she is. I've been on a few dates with her. Last week included. We hung out in her room. Not much talking goes on during her dates, if you know what I mean." He said, winking at me.

"So her dates are like conjugal visits?" I asked, outraged at his innuendo.

Sean's grin told me all I needed to know. I found myself both wanting the date more and becoming angry at everyone who had a date with her following this news. Sean was talking but I was so immersed in my spite filled thoughts that I didn't hear him. I asked him what he said and instead of getting offended that I wasn't paying attention he politely repeated himself.

"I asked you have you met any other people besides me, Milo, and Tara." He said, kicking off his shoes obviously deciding to stay a while. I didn't mind him as company. He was nice to be around. I could understand why Milo was fond of him.

"I met a fellow named Dean." This was apparently comical to Sean because he doubled over in laughter. He laughed so loud that Milo woke violently, mumbling to himself, and turned to see what was going on. Sean smiled apologetically at Milo but he was still laughing. Milo was fully awake now and he propped his head up lazily on his elbow.

"Hello there, Sean. Thanks for waking me up." He said, sleepily and Sean grinned.

"Sorry about that, Miles. It's just that Cain here said he met Dean." Sean managed to say while controlling his laughter.

For some reason unknown to me, at the mention of Dean's name, everyone started laughing. Milo buried his head in his pillow and let loose a howling laughter and Sean was crying in laughter, doubled over clutching his sides.

"Can someone please explain to me why Dean is a hilarious topic?" I asked, getting frustrated.

Sean managed to calm himself down and rose to stand next to me. He was about my height, if a little taller, and he placed a hand on my shoulder, almost reassuringly. He was still red from laughing.

"Dean is the only guy here who's been here the longest and he has never gone on a date with Tara. He's been here about 4 years now and not once has he ever come close to a date. Tara totes him around like a dog and he does all she asks but she's never even considered him for a date. The poor guy came here a virgin and now at his ripe age of 23 he still is. Poor guy. I'm only 19 and I lost mine when I was 12 to my 17 year old babysitter. Kirsten was her name. Lovely girl. She was a screamer." He said, wiping tears from his eyes.

Milo was grinning.

"You lost yours at 12, Sean?"

Sean nodded and Milo scoffed.

"10 for me. Your girl was 3 years my girls senior but she was experienced." He said and Sean laughed.

The two looked to me, a signal telling me to fess up.

"When I was about 8 to my best friends 15 year old sister." I said, guiltily. The poor guy never knew what happened but granted at the time I didn't know what happened either so I guess it was fair.

Sean patted my back. "Nice." He said, "Was she good-looking?"

Thinking back to it I almost threw up a bit in my mouth.

"Actually no. She was a very heavy-set girl. I had my hair longer than this when I was younger and most people thought I was a girl. She was a lesbian. When she called me to go take a bath considering I was spending the night with my mate, his name was Sean too, when I took my clothes off I think she was taken aback by my genitalia. Next thing I know she's telling me to put it in her and me being a naïve child I trusted her and I did. At the time I was like 'Is this supposed to feel good to me?' because it didn't. She apparently liked it because she told me that I was welcome to come over whenever I pleased." I said, ending my tragic tale bitterly.

Milo and Sean thought this was the funniest thing they had ever heard and they cried in laughter as Sean fell to the floor and crawled to Milo's bed to steady himself. I resented them for this. I frowned and sat on my bed, crossing my arms, not unlike a child who was throwing a tantrum would. I waited for their laughter to die down before speaking.

"I'm happy that's hilarious but that's what happened." I said, defiantly.

Sean moved over to my bed and hugged me. He was still laughing and I knew because his back would shake every so often and he would try to a hide a laugh with a cough but it wasn't working. Sean was a strong boy so when I tried to push him away he held tight.

"I'm sorry, Cain. It's just...you got ripped off. Some fat chick in a bathroom when you were 8? How could you not think that's funny?" he said and he sounded truly apologetic so I let it go. He let me out of his clutches but he was still grinning at me. He locked eyes with me for a moment and I began to feel a little awkward so I looked over at Milo who trying (and failing) to hide his laughing from me as he blurted out a quick "Sorry." Before collapsing in a fit of giggles muffled by his pillow.

"I'm sorry, Cain. I truly am." Sean said, grinning at me.

"Thank you, Sean." I said, feeling a bit better.

"Yeah. Sorry you had a fat chick!" he said and he and Milo burst into renewed laughter.

I shoved Sean onto the floor but he continued to laugh and I stood, making my way over to the dresser. I pulled out a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top and began to undress. I wanted to get away from the laughing so I went through into one of the bathrooms. They were gorgeous and composed of ceramic and tiling. As soon as the door closed behind me the laughing stopped. I dressed, throwing my tux in a hamper meant for dirty clothes, and walked back into the bedroom, slightly pissed. Milo looked up at me and Sean seemed redder than his natural skin color.

"Can I ask you something, Cain? On a serious note." Milo said and Sean glared at him, viciously.

"Don't." he said but whatever Milo wasn't supposed to say he said because Sean got up and left the room slamming the door behind him.

"Do you fancy guys?" was all Milo said and that resulted in Sean's tantrum.

I honestly didn't know how to answer that. I've explored with guys before and I guess you could say that I enjoyed it but could I say that I exclusively date guys? Well in my old life, before Tara, before Milo and all of this, no. I couldn't say that. In my new life, it was kind of like a start over. Why not try something new?

"Yeah, I guess you can say that. Why the sudden interest?" I asked, feeling a little weird at telling someone that I liked both guys and girls. I had just lain down in my bed when the door opened again and Sean came in. He closed the door behind him but he didn't move an inch further into the room and it came to me that he was just outside the door and that he didn't really leave to his room.

"Because I am." He said. He had his head down so that his face was hidden by his hair and his voice seemed almost sad.

"So you're gay, Sean?" I tried to sound as gentle as possible.

"No." he said, and shook his head violently. "I like girls. I just happen to like guys as well. That's all."

I was a bit confused. Why was he telling me this? I asked him. No answer. I repeated my question. I still got no answer. Milo got upset.

"If you don't tell him I will, Sean. Your choice, brother." He said, sternly and Sean glared at him.

"Fine." He said. He looked me dead in the eyes and said, "I'm telling you because I think you're cute. There. I said it."

I let this sink in. Sean was far from ugly but granted we did just meet. I had no idea how to react to this. Should I go fly into his arms and declare him my lover or should I promptly reject him? How confusing it is with relationships even if the other person is of the same sex. I don't think gender has to do with how difficult relationships can be. I think it's the people. Instead of diving headfirst into a relationship with Sean I decided to get to know him better but I had to make it clear that I wasn't rejecting him. I let him know this and even though his face became disappointed his eyes were hopeful. He then asked me something that was toeing the line of the boundaries I was trying to establish.

"Can I sleep in your bed tonight? Milo snores too loud and my roommate isn't exactly the nicest guy." He asked, avoiding my eyes.

I told him it would be no trouble and he left to his room to ready himself for bed. There was a loud static sound that a loudspeaker makes just before a voice starts and the room filled with the beautiful sound of Tara's voice.

"After receiving the votes and tallying them up, I've come to the conclusion that Dean has been the best well-behaved and has won himself a date tonight. Dean, meet me in the corridor at exactly 12:00 am sharp. Do not be late. Good night to the rest of you."

Milo laughed a little.

"Well looky here. Dean has finally got himself a date with Tara. I bet you he's bouncing off the walls."

Sean came back in the room in pajama pants and a t shirt and sat himself at the end of my bed. I pulled my hair up into a bun and moved over.

"Are you going to bed now, Sean?" Milo asked, his hand hovering over the light switch.




Damned Paradise



He nodded and moved up next to me. Milo hit the light and almost instantly the bear sounds started up again. Sean and I were face to face and we both started laughing, softly this time so as not to wake Milo again. I could hear Sean breathing deeply and I decided to back up a bit, thinking he was asleep. When I felt his hand touch my face and his lips press softly against mine I couldn't help but kiss back. I stopped myself and backed up.

"Look," I whispered, "I was serious about what I told you. When we get to know each other better maybe something can start up between us but until then I really want to just stay friends."

I felt his hand drop from my face and he turned so his back was to me.

"I understand." He whispered back and I felt a pang of guilt in my stomach. I really need to learn to be sensitive. So to make him feel better I leaned over to him and whispered, "Night." In his ear and kissed him softly on the cheek before turning so we were back to back and drifting off to sleep, with my mind trying to process the days contents.

I awoke not but 2 hours later to the bear sounds of Milo and the deep breathing of Sean. Damn insomnia. I thought and I lay on my back, folding my hands underneath my head. Sean stirred in his sleep. He had turned around in his sleep and he was facing me. I noticed he had taken his piercings out and he was curled up into the fetal position. He breathed softly in and out and his face was just so innocent and cute. I pressed my lips to his forehead and to my surprise he pulled my face down to his lips. He breathed my name onto my mouth and kissed me hard. I didn't know what to do. He was obviously fully awake now because he was moving all about, pressing his body closer to mine. I took control of myself before we did something we'd both regret and I pushed him away, ever so lightly.

"I shouldn't've done that. You were just so cute sleeping I couldn't help myself." I whispered and Sean laughed, softly.

"It's okay. I was dreaming about you anyway. You may have to change your sheets in the morning if that dream continues." He said and it was my turn to laugh.

"That dream could become a reality in the near future you never know." I said, touching his nose to mine.

He suddenly got serious. "Don't say that unless you mean it."

Did I mean it? Did I want to date Sean? He was very cute and nice from what I could tell but like I said I wanted to get to know him first but judging from this little night of flirting, dating him didn't seem so bad.

"I do mean it." I said, 100 percent confident. I could hear him breathe in sharply.

"So we're together now?" he asked, sounding breathless.

He was so close that I could feel his heartbeat racing 1000 times a second.

"Yeah." I said, not believing what I was saying. I just agreed to date a man. Not only was Sean a man but he was a man that I'd known for about 1 hour while living in a house with a murderer. I must be losing my mind but hey, there's a first time for everything, right?

Suddenly I felt Sean's lips on mine and his hands groping just about everywhere on me. I was way turned on but once again I had to take control.

"Milo is 6 feet away. We've only just started dating. I don't want to rush things, you know?" I said and Sean muttered a small "Okay." In response. I did however lean down and kiss him softly and whisper, "Go back to bed." He obeyed and turned his back to me once again and rested his head on my arm to sleep. I turned my body so that my stomach was on his back and I wrapped the arm that he wasn't laying on around his waist and tried to force myself to sleep. I could feel something poking my hand and I asked him what it was. I could feel his face get hot against my arm as he apologized and then I understood. I laughed softly and said it was okay.

"It's just that you're so close to me and that dream I had. I can't really control myself." He said, sounding thoroughly embarrassed. I laughed. Then I got closer to his ear.

"Just promise me that if I get one that you'll help me take care of it." I was joking around but Sean's body didn't want to agree with my joke. He bit his lip and tightly gathered up the sheets in his fist.

"Please don't joke like that. It's hard containing myself as it is." He begged. I apologized and obliged. I came to the conclusion that it would be really interesting dating Sean. I'd never dated someone who was so into me as he was. I had one more joke in me that I couldn't hold in I just had to say it and then I would show him mercy.

"Should we really talking about how hard things are for you right now?" I said and Sean lightly punched my arm, biting his lip trying to control his body.

"Caaaiiinnnn. Don't say that!" he said, struggling to hold himself in.

I laughed and apologized, promising that that was the last joke. I let him go to sleep peacefully before I started to force myself to sleep. The next time I awoke there was actual light outside. Granted there was only a sliver over the horizon but there was light meaning I'd slept longer than 2 hours. Sean somehow ended up on his stomach and I noticed Milo's snores were non-existent. I looked over to his bed and he wasn't there. I heard shower water running and I deduced that he was in the shower. I'm not exactly the greatest Sherlock Holmes. I rose as stealthily from the bed as I could without disturbing Sean and went into the other bathroom to take a shower. I was in for about an hour and when I came back into the room, Sean was seated cross legged on my bed and Milo apparently was still in the shower. He must run up the water bill like crazy. I thought to myself. I felt eyes on me and I looked at Sean. He showed no shame in staring at my chest and I laughed at this.

"Do you want to touch it?" I asked sarcastically but the way Sean came over and indeed touched my chest showed he took the offer seriously.

"Let me get dressed." I said and Sean said okay but he made no effort to leave the room. Not wanting to sound rude, I politely suggested he go take a shower and he did, clearly taking no offense. I dried and changed into jean shorts and a t shirt and left a note telling both of the guys that I'd be down in the meadow, relaxing.

I picked out a bench that was facing a waterfall into a pond with several fish swimming around in the clear glass like water. I watched it for a while until my serenity was interrupted by a loud voice booming nearby.

"Hey pretty boy. Move." Well aren't they nice? Preparing a sarcastic quip in my mind for retaliation I looked around for the owner of the insult. I finally found him and the little perfected quip I had dissipated and I kept my mouth shut. In between two trees opposite me stood a man who looked like a body builder. No, he was much bigger than a body builder. He looked as if he ate steroids for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and every so often popping one as a snack.

"You must be Medic." I said as politely as I could. I could normally take just about anyone I set my mind to but to take him I'd need about 8 of me, 6 of Milo, and about 3 Sean's to equal about half of Medic's massive size.

"Who wants to know?" he said, or more like grunted, similar to a warthog.

"Cain Bronsen, good man." I said, hoping my British charm would send this massive beast on his way.

"That's a gay name. I'm going to call you rainbow. Okay Rainbow?" he said approaching me.

My body stiffened but I kept a poker face.

"Rainbow it is then. I never liked the name Cain anyway. You've done me a favor and for that I thank you." I said, my words rushing out of my mouth.

Medic came so close that his hand was inches away from head. I prayed he wouldn't get the urge to hurt me.

"You talk funny, Rainbow. Where you from?" he snarled.

"England." I said almost in a whimper. This man was gigantic and terrifying. I didn't want to say anything to make him mad.

Medic grunted in reply and seated himself next to me. He was 7 feet tall easy just sitting. My head seemed to be about half his bicep size. Scary. Medic stared into my face studying me and I studied him. He was olive skinned, almost Greek looking, and he had jet black hair that was cropped into an army type haircut. He had small beady eyes, a prominent nose, and a square jaw. He wasn't unattractive but he wasn't all that good looking either. He was average. His muscles on the other hand were beyond average and more. He was bulging out of his clothes all over his body. It was clear that wherever he went, he was the alpha male, here included.

"You're pretty." He said after a moment.

I didn't know how to reply so I nodded my head. He frowned.

"I thought yous was from England. Ain't they got manners there? Say thank you." He said, his southern drawl becoming more obvious.

"Thank you." I said, sheepishly.

Where the hell were Milo and Sean? I didn't want to be alone with this beast any longer and I was scared if I got up to move he would tackle me. I noticed he was still looking in my face and I got a little awkward and looked away.

"You got a boyfriend?" he asked, suddenly.

I snuck a glance over to the door leading to the dorms, hoping to see Sean. No luck.

"Yeah." I said and that upset Medic. A lot.

He rose from the bench so suddenly and swiftly it was a wonder he could move so fast with all that muscle. He roared, not groaned, or moaned. No. He roared. Why a grown man roared over something as trivial as a relationship status was beyond me but here he was, roaring away. He might as well have been beating on his chest wearing nothing but a loincloth, the animal. Anyway, this act startled me and I jump back and fell off of the bench. I watched as this massive creature practically embedded his knuckles into his temples, an act that was used to stop headaches but he was pressing so hard I thought he might either invoke a headache or kill himself. Concerned, I stood and reached out for him to make sure he was okay but he pushed me. Pushed was an understatement. I felt like he swung a sack full of bricks and hit me square in the chest. He knocked the wind out of me and I crumpled to the ground, gasping for air.

"Cain!" and running footsteps was all I heard before I passed out.

I awoke lying on the ground with my head resting on someone's lap, staring straight into the sky. My eyes were out of focus so I blinked a few times and reached up to push my hair out of my face. Instant pain shot through my body and I almost passed out again from the shock.

"Don't move, Cain. When Medic hit you he bruised you terribly." Came the voice of my sweet angel Tara. My head was resting on her lap and turned my eyes to look at her. She was still in her pajamas. She was wearing a silk nightgown that clung to every inch of her curved body and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She had my head propped up in her hands and she was bent over me with a concerned look on her face. I saw Sean and Milo standing nearby out of the corner of my eye and I smiled feebly.

"Sean." I said, and the pain made me flinched which in turn caused more pain.

He came over towards me and I could see his face was wet from crying but his face was angry. I felt a bit happy that someone else cried when they were angry besides me. Such a sweet boy, Sean is. He tried to make his voice sound less shaky but it wasn't working out.

"Yeah?" he asked, trying to pass off wiping his eyes as pushing his hair out of his face. I vowed to talk to him about a haircut later.

"He only hit me because I told him I was already seeing someone." I said, laughing a bit and even that hurt. God how it hurt. My chest felt on fire. I got the reaction I wanted. Sean smiled, weakly but a smile nonetheless, and he knelt down beside me.

"Who are you seeing, Cain?" Tara asked, sweetly or at least what she perceived to be sweetly. Her tone was about as sweet as a child molester asking a child to come in and watch some cartoons.

Judging by Sean's face, and Milo's which I could only see a sliver of, it was wise of me not to say 'Sean. That's who I'm seeing.' So I decided it best to say, "You, love. Who else would I be seeing here? I'm far from gay."

Tara laughed apparently satisfied with my answer. I heard more footsteps approaching us and I got scared, thinking it would be my attacker. I strained my eyes to see, the best I could without moving. I only caught the glimpse of a white coat and everyone could obviously see except me.

"Excuse me, son, could you please move?" the person's voice was not unlike something you'd hear on a commercial advertising something.

Sean, after glancing down at me one last time, and I could see fresh tears fill his eyes, rose and went back to stand next to Milo. Commercial Guy came over and took Sean's spot. He was a funny looking guy and not funny looking like 'Hey that guy looks like he would be a riot!' but funny looking as in 'Why does he look like that? He should be a cartoon character!'.

He had a giant nose that took up most of his face and huge comical glasses that magnified his tiny brown eyes. He was sporting a terrible comb over of graying black hair. He had mocha skin and strong features. Weird looking guy he was.

"Cain this is Mana. He's a doctor. He's just going to test your breathing to see if Medic bruised your lungs or not." Tara said, softly stroking my hair.

I could see Sean out of the corner of my eye and the look on his face told me he was not happy with her doing that. Tara softly told me that I was going to have to sit up. I dreaded this idea and I groaned to express this.

"Can he not just check me as is?" I asked, exasperated.

"I can get a better pulse if you are seated upright." Mana said.

I moaned but obliged. I positioned myself to sit up when the pain seared through my body and I cried out and collapsed back on the ground, my breath arriving in short bursts while my chest burned.

"Cain I need you to sit up." Mana pushed.

I couldn't speak yet so I just shook my head and I didn't stop. No matter what that doctor said, my back was not leaving this ground again.

"Cain, please listen to Mana." Tara said, trying to lift my head off of the ground.

I moved my head from her hands and rested it on the ground, struggling to catch my breath.

"Cain." Mana said, sounding frustrated.

"He can't fucking breathe. Every time he moves he's in pain. How the fuck do you think he's going to sit up?" Sean exclaimed, outraged.

Mana and Tara's heads shot to face him, shocked. Sean turned a little red.

"Just check his pulse." he said, not looking at them.

Mana mumbled something under his breath and got out his stethoscope from his medical bag. He checked my pulse and timed it on his watch. He seemed satisfied with it and put the stethoscope away, replacing it with a breathalyzer used for testing for asthma. I knew what to do with it, considering I had the respiratory disease, and breathed as hard as I could into it when he placed it to my mouth. The little ball went a ways up but obviously not far enough.

"Do you have asthma, Cain?" Mana speculated.

I managed a small nod and Mana nodded. He placed the instrument back into his bag and pulled out two different colored inhalers. One was blue and the other green.

"Which one?" he asked, holding them out in front of me.

"Blue." I rasped.

Mana handed me the blue, returning the green one back to his bag of wonders. I grabbed for the inhaler and the pain in my chest almost drove me crazy. Mana seemed to be growing upset with me and in turn I got pissed. How could he get angry with me for being injured? I didn't do anything to the beast that hit me. He just did. I wanted nothing more than to relax in the common room with Sean and Milo with a good movie or perhaps take a nice long nap.

Sean apparently shared my anger because he snatched the inhaler from Mana.

"Thanks." he said, angrily and knelt beside me.

I had managed to catch my breath for the most part and motioned for Milo and Sean to help me up. Sean looked skeptical but he obliged. They each grabbed an arm and pulled me to my feet. The pain was immediate but I toughed it out until I was standing, where I collapsed onto Milo after taking the inhaler from Sean. I puffed from it feeling the medicine rush through my body and steady my breathing.

I sighed gratefully but the act still sent pain riveting through my chest. I managed to stand on my own and thanked Milo and Sean.

"No problem." Milo said and he almost clapped me on the back but he thought better of it and he squeezed my shoulder instead.

Tara and Mana stood and faced us. Tara seemed happy but there was no telling with her.

"I'm glad you're okay, Cain. You had me worried." she said and came over and kissed me. Sean was the closest to me so when he muttered, "Whore." under his breath I think I was the only one who heard. I laughed and immediately regretted it. My chest throbbed and I vowed to check it out when we got back to the common room. Mana seemed to be growing uncomfortable as he looked at me.

Sean was shooting him dirty looks as was Milo and myself. He simply ignored them and said, "I'm sure you know the rules of when to use that."

"Yeah." I said, coolly.

"Super. Don't hesitate to come to me when you need a refill." he said, snapping his bag closed.

"I will." I commented and Mana shot me a dirty look before turning and walking away.

Tara looked after him for a moment before looking back to me.

"Medic has been punished for his actions as will Mana. He should know better than to act this way. I had a few activities planned for today but due to your injury they shall be postponed until further notice. Get well soon." she said and walked away.

Sean, Milo, and I waited until the door closed behind before speaking.

"I see you and Medic got on well." Milo said and we all laughed.

Sean hugged me and kissed me softly and said, "Why don't we go back to the common room?"

Milo whooped and pumped his fist in the air and started towards the common room door.

"I'll lead the parade." he said, beginning to march and chant.

Sean threw my arm over his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around my waist and we began to trudge along after Milo who had begun to dance instead of walking.

When we arrived in the common room Sean helped me sit down on the couch and he positioned himself behind me so that my head was resting on his chest. He unconsciously stroked my hair and watched, smiling, as Milo danced around the room, singing loudly and badly. I laughed a bit and that brought on coughing which hurt my chest which made me bolt upright to control my breathing. The suddenness of my upright position sent searing pain through my chest but at least I had stopped coughing. I groaned softly and Sean put his arm around my shoulder, looking at me concerned.

"Are you okay?" he asked, worried.

I looked at him and nodded. Milo had stopped singing and flopped down on the couch on the other side of me.

"Take off your shirt." he said and Sean scoffed.

"Why should he?" he demanded.

Milo rolled his eyes.

"I'm not hitting on your little boy toy. I just want to see if he has a bruise." he said.

"I'm no one's boy toy." I said to Milo and then to Sean I said, "It's fine."

Sean was becoming a little too over protective but I knew it was because I was hurt but that didn't make it any less annoying. He went so far as to help me remove my shirt. Granted I needed the help because it hurt like shit but that's besides the point. 

Just as Milo predicted, I had a huge purple and black bruise in the center of my chest directly over my left lung.

"Jesus." Sean murmured, gently touching the bruise.

Milo winced a bit and got up, making his way over to one of the many mini refrigerators in the common room. He produced an ice pack and made his way back to the couch, placing it over the bruise.




Damned Truck



For years I lived an active life. Really active. Hiked, swam, rode a bicycle and a motorcycle, did some SCUBA diving, some surfing and loved going dancing with my wife and friends. My wife didn't do all the active things I did, but some.

It changed on July the fourth 2006. I was on my Harley XLCH headed home after working the graveyard shift. It was seven-twenty in the morning and I was sliding along the uncrowded freeway at about sixty-five. I was in the third lane getting ready to move into the fourth and then transition onto a different freeway. Already in the fourth lane was an eighteen-wheel truck with his blinker on saying he was transitioning too. I got a good look at the logo on the side of the truck. I let off the gas and was just about to slide over behind the truck when the outside tire on the next to back axel of the truck exploded. Pieces of tire flew all over.

Unfortunately one of those chunks of tread and steel belt slammed into my leg, knocking my Harley and I down and ripping a hole in my leg. The truck didn't even stop! He transitioned onto the other freeway and left me and my bike lying on the warm pavement. Three cars honked as they flew past me, but they didn't stop. I think I passed out because the next thing I remember was being lifted into the back of an ambulance.

When my wife got the call telling her what happened she called two of my friends to get the bike and bring it home. She called my sister and told her I'd been hurt. Then she came to the hospital. She got there an hour before I came out of surgery.

"He'll keep the leg," the surgeon told her, "but he may limp some. The muscles were badly torn and the femur was broken in three places." She found out I'd be in the hospital three weeks and off work three months. A lawyer visited me in the hospital. He was pretty sure we had a good case against the trucking company. He took the case on contingency. If we won, he got a big chunk of the settlement. If it went nowhere, he got nothing and so did I.

When I woke up she was right there. She stayed by my bed all the rest of that day and then she visited every other day. She always left when I went to physical therapy. She saw just one session and cried. After that, when they came to get me for therapy, she went home. I worked hard and instead of being off work three months I was off six weeks. I needed a cane for balance, but I was up and back to life.

The day I came home she made a great dinner and when it was about nine o'clock we went to bed. She had never peeked under the bandages at my leg. Never reached in and groped me to see if it still worked. That night when we got in bed she said she was afraid. She shut off all the lights and we groped in the dark. She found out the tire had missed my equipment. She found out my equipment worked and that I could still give her great orgasms. Over the next month we tested my range of motion and stamina, always in the dark. The best I could do was twice in twenty-four hours and as many oral orgasms as she wanted. Laura never once looked at my scarred leg. Hell, I had trouble looking at it too. The scar started an inch and a half below the crease where leg meets torso and goes all the way down to the knee. At the widest it is about eight inches wide. When I first came home the scars were still red and angry looking. Six months later they were still red but they had changed enough that I didn't think of them as angry scars anymore.

The stress of my work aggravated the injury area and made it ache almost all the time. The doctor said it was some kind of nerve damage and that short of cutting the nerve and taking all the feeling out of my leg, I could take painkillers.

I never got back on the bike. I originally bought the bike because we both loved riding together and going with friends to gatherings and camping trips. When I sold the bike Laura was pissed. She said she understood but I had trouble believing her. The longer I continued to limp and need the cane the less she wanted to go places together. She said everything was fine and she always had a reason why she didn't want to go with me. I felt she was ashamed of me.

On the days or nights I needed painkillers our sex life wasn't possible. She kept telling me it wasn't a problem. I wanted to believe her.

Some of the other things we used to love doing together changed or died too. At a dance I could manage three slow dances before my leg hurt so bad I wanted to cry, even with the painkillers. I knew Laura loved to dance so I told her to dance with any of our friends. I nursed a beer and watched. She seemed to have a good time and she checked on me between songs. I was invited to go SCUBA diving with four other couples and I knew the swim would be good for me and the leg. Laura wouldn't go. Even when the other wives told her how they stay on the boat and play while the boys dive, she refused to go. I decided the therapy was important and I went. It was good for me and the leg. I went two weeks without any painkillers.

The week of the first anniversary of the accident the company I worked for downsized a hundred employees. I was on the list. More fortunate than some, I got hired by a friend to work the phones and counter at his business. In the back of my mind I still had hopes for a settlement from the trucking company, but I knew it wasn't a guarantee. It had been a year and nothing had happened.

Laura and I had pooled our money from the day we got married. We sat together on the first and fifteenth and paid the bills, together. The first time we sat down to do the bills after I started working for Stan the room was filled with tension.

We got the bills paid, but the thousand or more we had been stashing away for the future wasn't there. We got the bills paid and put three hundred in our slush fund for the next two weeks but our investment money for the future didn't happen. When we were done with the bills she said, "This sucks. You aren't pulling your weight any more."

I've been known to have a pretty fast fuse. I retorted, "So for the ten years we've been together and I was putting in two grand a month more than you, were you pulling your weight?"

"Yeah! I do a lot more than bring home a check! Who does the laundry? Who cleans the house?"

"Are you saying that what you do here at home balances the two grand a month more that I brought home?"

"I think it does."

"So, how can I balance it out with no more money coming in? Have you seen the news? Of the hundred guys who got downsized when I did I only know of three who have jobs at all. What do you want from me? Should I do the laundry? Clean the house? How do we balance it so you feel Ok?"

"You could help out more." She nodded.

"I need to know exactly what I need to do so you feel that we're back in balance. You say I'm not pulling my weight. Tell me how."

"I'll think about it. Let's talk again on the weekend."

I came away from that conversation feeling shitty. I could understand that our lives weren't like they had been. Being downsized and working for less money, hurt. Limping hurt. Not being able to dance with Laura and having to sit and watch other men hold her when I couldn't, hurt. Going on the SCUBA trip without her hurt.

When we went to bed that night Laura wore a t-shirt and panties. I noticed and figured she must have been expecting her period to start. Our usual pattern had Laura use the bathroom first and then crawl into bed. I'd do my thing in the bathroom and join her. I'd roll to her, we'd kiss and tell each other we loved each other. Once or twice a week I'd get a signal in the kiss and the sex would begin. Over the years she had trained me well in how to please her. I was a more than willing student. Training her to please me was easier. I could touch her the way she liked to be touched, fondle her and enjoy the way her body responded. She taught me just how to slide into her for maximum effect. Just about anytime she was in the mood I could give her as much lovin as she wanted, as many orgasms. When everything else smelled like shit, at least we had that.

Our sex lives were good for my ego. The night she came to bed in T-shirt and panties I made up that her period was about to arrive and I knew she hated sex when she was having a period. I didn't say anything.

We met at the table on Saturday morning. She handed me a piece of paper. On it was a computer generated list. It was a list of what I was to do. I was to keep the cars serviced, and clean. I was to vacuum the house once a week. I was to dust the house before I vacuumed. I was to do our laundry: wash, dry, fold and hang up/put away. I was to cook diner twice a week.

I read the list. Then I asked, "And this brings us into balance?"

"I think so."

"If I do all this stuff you'll feel like we're full partners again?"

"I think so."

"Ok. I'll do the best I can. I'm new at this stuff. If you see that I need a lesson or something, so I do the jobs right, don't hesitate, tell me how to improve. Ok?"

"Sure." The meeting was over. I posted the list on the inside of my closet door and went to work. I cooked that night and Monday night. I did laundry on Friday night when I got home from work. Saturday morning I cleaned her car. Saturday evening she sat across from me in the living room and said, "This isn't working very well."

"What's wrong?"

"When I got home from work last night I wanted to get dressed and go out. You were already doing laundry. So I had to sit home and watch you do the laundry. Everything you do, you do so slowly! When I said you needed to cook twice a week I meant good food! You bar-b-qued on Saturday. You must have put two thousand calories on my plate! No, this isn't working."

"OK. Teach me. I can learn damn near anything."

"I can't teach you." Her voice was sounding frustrated and almost angry. "I'm tired and I need a break." She got up and went to the bedroom. Twenty minutes later she came back out dressed for the hunt. High heels, stockings, tight little black dress and pearls. She wore the pearls I gave her for her birthday when she turned thirty-five. Eight hundred fifty six dollars and damn they looked good on her. She picked up her purse and headed for the door.

"I guess I'm not invited." I said.

"No. I want to dance and laugh and that's hard to do while I worry about you sitting at a table all night nursing a warm beer and watching to see that I don't do anything wrong." Her keys came out of her purse and she carried them out the back door.

I sat on the couch for an hour, thinking. Was dancing and laughing really what she went out for? How much trouble were we in? Was she just frustrated that our lives had changed, the money was less and I couldn't dance? How much trouble was I in? What could I do to make things better?

She'd been gone an hour when I decided to see what she was really doing. Dancing and laughing? Something didn't feel right. I got in my truck and drove to the bars we went to sometimes. I didn't go in, just scanned the parking lots looking for her car. My fourth stop was a biker bar we'd stopped going to when I got hurt. Her car was there.

I parked as far from her car as was possible and still see it. I knew if I limped into the bar either she'd see me or one of my old friends would recognize me. After half an hour I started the truck and drove by the line of bikes. I recognized three. I decided to call those three guys the next day.

I went home. I cleaned up around the house until my leg started hurting, then I popped a painkiller and went to bed.

When I woke up at seven Laura was in bed, asleep. She was in a t-shirt and I assumed panties. She didn't even move when I got up. I found her dress on the bathroom floor along with her shoes and pantyhose. No bra or panties. I picked up the dress and it smelled of cigarettes, beer and sex. I didn't have to put it near my nose to smell the odors. I picked up the pantyhose and the crotch was ripped. They smelled like sweat, beer, sex and pee. They went in the trash. The dress went in the hamper. I put her shoes in her closet. I wondered where the pearls were.

In the kitchen I made coffee and ate a bowl of cereal. Then I realized her dress was a "dry clean only" dress. I realized it because I bought her that dress. She was still sleeping so I got the dress from the hamper and took it to the dry cleaners. In my mind I hoped I was making points with Laura, being the partner she said she wanted.

When I got back she was still asleep. I went back into the garage and looked at her car. I found three empty beer cans, a bag and wrapper from Jack-in-the-box. The inside of her car smelled like beer and cigarettes. I opened the windows and backed it out of the garage so it would air out. I tossed the trash and went back inside.

The shower was running. Half an hour later she came out of the bedroom in sweats. She wandered to the coffee and poured a cup. She drank it black. The second cup she put some creamer in. She left the empty cup beside the sink and went back to bed. She didn't say anything.

I went into the garage and used my cell phone. I called the owner of the soft tail bike I'd seen the night before. As soon as I told him who I was he said he was really busy and couldn't talk. He hung up.

I called a friend who wasn't at the bar the night before. He knew Sam, the guy who was too busy to talk. "Alan, this is Nick. I want the truth!"

"God! I knew she was stupid, but doing your friends is too much."

"Talk to me."

"Laura has been coming into "The Spoke" about once a week and dancing hot with any guy with a dick. I danced with her once, about a month ago. She grabbed my dick and offered to fuck me anywhere I wanted her."

"How come you didn't call me?"

"Sam said she was a good piece of ass and if I fucked it up for him he'd cut me. I believed him."

"Call him. I called him before I called you. Tell him you think someone told me and it wasn't you."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. What can a gimpy old guy do?" The call ended. I stayed in the garage for a while, thinking.

It was five in the afternoon when she came out of the bedroom. She saw me sitting on the couch and said, "Where's my dress?"

"I took it to the cleaners."

"I wanted to wear it tonight!"

"It smelled like beer, cigarettes, sweat and other unidentified things. I thought..."

She interrupted, "No, you didn't think. You just do whatever damn thing that pops into your brain."

"I was trying to be nice to you."

"I shouldn't be mad at you. You don't know how to do a damn thing! You don't do anything the way I need things done."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You've become a house husband. No, that's not right. You've become my wife! You do all the wifely duties and I'm the man. Problem is, you're no good at the job!! Problem is, I don't want to be the husband, I want a husband!" She turned and walked out, back to our bedroom.

A minute later I opened the door to the bedroom and she was standing with her back to me, nude. "Get out and close the door!" She yelled. I didn't move. I'd seen a bruise on the right cheek of her ass. When I didn't close the door she turned and I saw three hickies on her tits.

"New dance? One where your dance partner lowers your dress and sucks on your tits?"

She sneered and said, "Yes! And each one was applied by a different man! One that can dance all night without limping! One's that take what they want. I'll bet none of the men I was with last night have ever vacuumed or done the dishes. They are real men."

I backed out of the bedroom. In the doorway I said, "I'll contact a lawyer on Monday."

"No, you won't. You said you wanted to carry your weight around here. Ok. Here's how. You'll take care of the house, my car and the yard. We'll still pool our money and live together, only you'll be in the guest room. I don't want a divorce and you can't afford to leave. I like you cleaning and cooking and being my pussy of a wife. From now on I'll sleep with whomever I want, whenever I want and wherever I want. This is now my bedroom and I'll invite men in here to fuck me the way I want to be fucked. Now get out of here and let me get dressed. I'm going out and when I come back I won't be alone!"

I turned and walked out, all the way out. I got in my truck and drove to a park. I thought about what she said. That semi had done more than screw up my leg. It had started the process that showed me that Laura didn't love me. She loved our lifestyle. She loved that we pooled our money, when I was filling the deep end of the pool. She liked doing all the things she loved to do, but as I thought about it she never went with me to things she didn't like. She didn't even dress for me. I remembered telling her years ago that I didn't like red clothes on her. She had five red dresses in her closet bought after I said that. I remembered asking her to shave her pussy as a birthday gift to me. I think she quit shaving anything for at least a month. When I wanted to go out SCUBA diving and have her go along so it would be five couples enjoying the ocean and a weekend on a boat, she wouldn't go. She got into flowers and I dug up three large flower beds for her roses and other flowers. I don't care for flowers. I did it because she wanted it and I thought that's how a man shows a woman he loves her. He does things she likes. I even believed that women did the things their man liked, when she loved him.

When I went home an hour later her car was gone. The back door was wide open. I backed out and drove to a cheap but clean motel I knew of. I might have been the first man to ever stay there alone.

The next morning I went to work, talked to my boss and told him my sad tale. I took a vacation day. I went to the bank and withdrew every cent we had. I went to the post office and mailed a package full of money to me at my sister's address. From a pay phone I called her and told her the package was coming and I wanted her to hide it. She only lived thirty miles away so I told her I'd come by Friday night and we'd have dinner.

I had my truck serviced and used our joint credit card to pay for it. While I waited for my truck my cell phone rang. I didn't recognize the number. When I answered it was the lawyer I'd hired over a year ago. He said the trucking company had settled. They had written me a check for three million. We agreed to meet at the bank. I got my truck, drove to the bank, opened a new account in my name only and deposited my one point two million. I drove home smiling.

The inside of the house was a mess. Laura had brought more than one man home. Without touching anything I counted nine beer cans and about six condoms in her trash can. I called the cops. I started the call by saying, "I think someone broke into my house."

Half an hour later two police officers knocked on the front door. I showed them the house and the receipt from the motel where I stayed. They asked if my wife had stayed in the house. I said I didn't know.

I gave them her phone number and one of the officers called her using my phone on speaker. She must have seen the number was mine because when she answered she said, "Since you're at home, you can clean up the mess my men and I made last night. And, get some more beer in the house, they were pissed that we ran out. Oh yes, wash the sheets off my bed too. Someone shot a lot of cum on the bed."

The officer said, "This is officer McIvan from the city police. From what you've said I take it your house was not broken into. Correct?"

"No. Did my limping husband call you?"

"Yes. He found the house a mess and the back door standing open. I can see now that this is a personal matter between the two of you. Thank you." He hung up.

"Pardon my saying so, but your wife's a bitch!" I nodded my agreement. The two police officers left. 




Damned Truck



I loaded my truck with everything I wanted. I went to the market and bought three large whole trout. When I got them home I lifted the mattress ion her bed and put one between the mattress and box springs, centered under the mattress. The second one went in the blender with some olive oil and I made a paste of it. I took everything out of her chest of drawers and put it in the washer, added the fish paste and set the water temperature on hot. Ten minutes into the wash cycle I stopped the machine. The third fish got pureed the same as the second. I opened the cover to the central heating furnace and smeared the paste on the burners. I knew it would be at least three months before she'd turn the furnace on.

I called the credit card company and reported my cards stolen or lost. The woman asked when the last time I could remember using the card. I told her at the gas station. She said the card had not been used since but had been used last night to purchase beer and drinks at a bar called "The Spoke." I asked how much was put on the card. "Two hundred eighteen dollars" was her reply.

I requested new cards and to please cancel the one's we had. I had her send the new cards to my sister's address.

Just before I left the house for good I had one more thought. I went back into her bedroom and used a cloth to open the nightstand drawer. I found two boxes of condoms. One of Trojans and one of Durex. Both boxes had been opened. I carefully took out the condoms and used a needle to put a hole in every condom.

I put them all back in the boxes and closed the drawer. When I was in the truck I stuck the needle in the visor. As I drove away I smiled. When I was twenty miles out of town I called Sam. He answered and said, "Hey! I didn't recognize her when she came into the bar."

I said, "It's Ok. I understand. She's hot and loves strong men to fuck her. Call her at work and invite her to the bar tonight. Tell her you have a surprise for her. Then call every guy you know that has fucked her and have them meet you at the bar. Give her two rum and cokes and she'll fuck all of you. She'll even let you take pictures."

"You're Ok with this?" Sam asked.

"Hey! After the accident I am not the man she wants. You and all the able bodied men in town are who she wants. What can I do?"

Five minutes later my cell rang again. It was Laura. I answered, "Hi!" sounding as happy as if I had a million bucks in the bank.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Driving my truck. Why?"

"I just tried to put gas in my car and they turned down my credit card. They said you reported your cards lost or stolen."

"I did. Do you have enough cash to get gas?"

"I did have. Now, I'm almost broke. When do we get new cards?"

"Day after tomorrow. Maybe tonight you can let the real men buy your drinks and dinner?"

"It sure as hell wouldn't be my pussy-wife. You probably don't have twenty dollars in your wallet!"

"Just a second." I knew without looking, there was five hundred cash in my wallet. "I've got a couple twenties. Want me to bring them to you?"

"No. Shove them in your ass!" She ended the call.

I shut off the phone and drove the rest of the way to my sisters. I parked in her barn and closed the door as I walked out. In the house I told her all the story. I told her I'd be in touch and she promised to take care of the credit cards and the package when they arrived.

On my cell I called my boss and asked if he knew someone far away who might want a good counter man, who limps. He said he'd make a few calls and call my cell if he found someone. I apologized for walking out on him. He said it was probably a choice between walking out or life in prison for murder.

When I got back in my truck it was almost eight o'clock. I drove towards the bar. I called Sam on his phone and when he answered I said, "Is she going to meet you at the bar?"

"Yes. She yelled some stuff about you leaving the house a mess, her credit card being cancelled and her not being able to get there before ten. She's really pissed at you."

"How many men will be there?"

"It'll be a packed house. I'll bet some of the men are there already."

"Good. Thanks Sam." I hung up and kept driving. When I got to the bar I parked on the street across the street from the bar. The parking lot was full and it was barely nine o'clock.

I limped across the street and went inside. The place was always noisy and when I opened the door I was hit with more noise than usual. I went to the bar and asked Mike, the bartender if we could shut off the music for just a couple of minutes. He knew me from when I could ride and he unplugged the music. The sudden silence got everyone's attention. I put my back against the bar and said, "I know you're here for the party with Laura. I know most of you have fucked her and are looking forward to doing her again. I'm not here to stop you, I just want you to know some things." I told them that they were not the only one's she had been doing, that she did six guys the night before in our house. 

One of the men I didn't know called out, "We already know she's a slut!"

"I know you know. Here's what you don't know... some of you have done her with condoms and some men have done her bareback. She hasn't been to a doctor in months. You may be sticking your dick into a cunt full of disease. I'll never fuck her again in my life. She's too dangerous. I just wanted to warn you." I turned to the bartender and the music came back on.

He gave me a beer and said, "You want copies of the pictures?" 

"You have pictures?"

"About fifteen hours of video of her fucking anything with a dick. And the video will be on when she gets here tonight."

"Can you do me a favor? Tape over the time I've been here tonight. No evidence makes it hard to say I was even here."

He smiled and went in the back. Two minutes later he handed me a sack with five video discs in it. I gave him an address to send the last disc to, then I headed out.

Three guys followed me out. I worried I might be in for an ass kicking. I got into my truck and one of them knocked on my side window. I opened the window.

"We don't know you but the guys inside told us what she's been doing. No one should be treated the way she's treated you! If I was married and my wife did me that way she'd die."

"I don't want to go to prison. So, I'm leaving. I think she's using every dick in the county as revenge fucks. I ruined her life when the tire ripped up my leg and she somehow thinks I did it on purpose. What do you think it would be like for her to show up here tonight and get touched and handled until she rips off her dress and begs to be fucked and no one would do her?"

The three men looked at me and the biggest of the three said, "Sounds like a plan."

I started the truck and drove away.



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Dawn's Gangbang Pt. 03



Author's Note: This is a continuation from the moment Part 2 left off. It is darker than Parts 1 and 2, including the infliction of pain on a woman, with her being confused and humiliated because of her reaction. If this sort of thing makes you uncomfortable, stop reading now.

*****

Dave was standing over Dawn as she lay on the floor, having just fucked two successive groups of three guys. More like raped by two groups of three guys, but who cares? Dave was standing behind her where she couldn't see him, watching her, seeing if she was at last ready for him.

As I said before, Dave was quite brutal with women. He always looked good - more than one girl said he looked like a movie star - so he had lots of girls that wanted to hook up with him. But I knew that girls that got involved with him usually didn't stay long. I had seen what he did to girls, and so I thought it over carefully before inviting him to this little party with Dawn. But after a while I decided that I didn't give a damn. He always made the show interesting, and when he got to "work on" (as he called it) a girl, she never was the same afterward. He never did anything permanent physically, but it really messed with their minds. I was wondering what Dawn was going to be like when he was done: better, or broken?

Dawn's breathing started to slow down. It was obvious she thought her marathon session of being fucked was finally over. She was completely wrong. The next hour would be the most difficult time for her throughout the whole night. Like I said, I figured she would never be the same. She had shown me she found pleasure in things that shouldn't be fun for her, especially when we pushed her limits. Of course, we still had what the rest of us were going to do to her after our little break watching Dave "work on" her for a while.

Dave quietly got down on the floor next to her. Putting his mouth right next to her ear, he said very quietly, "Get up and come with me." Her eyes snapped onto him, but she did what she was told. When she started to follow him, he even used the same words I had earlier to lift her up a little bit. "That's a good girl."

He walked her over to the couch and laid down on it, hands behind his head, and waited to see if she would climb up on top of him. She got up off the floor and followed. Heels sounding as she walked, tits jiggling, Dawn still had a slightly unfocused look to her eyes. Every eye in the room was on her. Even though she had been fucked really hard, I was amazed that she still looked really good. Her long blonde hair was flowing out behind her. Really high heels, like the 6 inches she was wearing, always made her look good. She actually seemed to be proud of her body as she walked across the room. That was unusual. I wondered if this night had already changed her some. She looked awesome.

Dawn walked over to Dave, looking down at him laying there with his cock standing straight up for her. He did not say anything. I wondered if she would need encouraged, but no. She did exactly what she had to do, all on her own, moving to straddle him so she could ride his cock. She obviously had not looked at his hand, because if she had, I wonder if she would have been so cooperative. 

Dave didn't push her yet. He always wants to see how far a whore will go on her own. It is amazing how, even when they have been seriously fucked over like Dawn had been that night, many times, they still will cooperate in their own destruction.

Dawn started down that path, doing what she was told to do. Seeing that his cock was rigid and waiting for her, she adjusted herself so that she slid him into her cunt without even being forced. It was the first time tonight that she voluntarily took one of us inside her. Every other time, either she was passive or she was forced. Not this time.

When Dave didn't move start stroking into her after a few seconds, she slowly started to ride him, putting her hands on his chest to press herself up and down on his cock. It was obvious that, at least by now, this whore knew what she was expected to do for us. Despite her other failings, she usually was a pretty good fuck when I had used her before.

Her use of her hands provoked the first reaction by him. "Put your hands behind your head. Don't use anything but your legs to ride." She got a confused look on her face, but did what she was told. "That's right. Be a good girl and do exactly what I say, OK?" For the first time in quite a while, she made a coherent reply: "OK. I will."

"That's good. Now, listen to me. No matter what happens, you keep your hands behind your head and keep riding my cock, OK?" She answered again, "OK. I will."

The rest of us had pulled back a little to watch this show. Dave always takes his time when he "works on" a girl, so it is a good chance to catch a rest. He usually spoke very calmly to her, insisting she do as she is told, any then turning on her when he was ready. No one made a sound. We all wanted to see what Dawn would do when he made his move. I was betting, considering how cooperative she had been with me when I was calm and quiet with her, and how out of touch with reality she was right now, that she would do whatever he said. I was pretty sure that Dave was going to bring her right to the edge and then push her over.

I could see some things about her that suggested I was right. Her tits, which had settled down when she had calmed down, were slowly starting to heave again as she moved with him. Her nipples had hardened up, as if she knew something was about to happen to her. But she didn't resist. She had looked earlier like she was just might be getting used to the idea of being fucked by guys she didn't know, or maybe just that she decided that if she couldn't get away, she might as well enjoy it. After all, Dave was treating her a lot better than the rest of us had, and he has just the type of looks that she likes, so I bet she had deluded herself into thinking he was a nice guy and wasn't going to hurt her. Wrong.

"Now, tilt your head back and look at the ceiling. No matter what, keep your eyes on the ceiling until I say otherwise, OK? You won't like it at all if you move your hands or your eyes, OK?" Again the reply, "OK. I will." Maybe he just had her cowed into submission. In any case, almost immediately her head rolled straight backwards and her eyes fixed on the space above her. She also arched her back quite a ways, which made her DD rack slide up her chest a little bit more and stand out better. I still am amazed at how different she looks with her new tits, even if I wish they were bigger. She would have had an absolutely perfect body, ready for use, if her husband had just put more into her boobs. Of course, I was the one who got to play with them, so what the hell. She still looked amazingly hot.

It sure looked to me like Dawn was ready for Dave to make his move, but he has more patience than I do. He let her slowly ride him for another half a minute or more, until he knew she was settled into a rhythm. She was working him pretty good, with her back arched so that her tits were thrust right in his face, smoothly rocking her hips on him. She had fucked me the same way many times, always when she was turned on. Clearly, something had opened her up a little bit to at least enjoy the fucking, even if she was really being raped.

Once he was satisfied that she was doing exactly what he wanted, he added his favorite toy. With her eyes locked on the ceiling, she could not see what he was about to do. I was behind her, fairly close, just in case she tried to fight, but I bet she wouldn't.

I watched as his right hand slowly came out from behind his head and moved toward her left tit. In his hand was an ordinary pair of pliers that he had retrieved from his stuff a few minutes before. They were his favorite tool for "working on" a girl. He opened their jaws up with one hand so they were wider than her nipple, and then, taking great care so he would not accidentally get any of the less sensitive tit-meat further back, suddenly squeezed the pliers shut, directly on her left nipple.

The reaction was instantaneous. Dawn screamed - very loud. Her hands and arms twitched like she was going to drop them and grab his hand, but then she froze. Her eyes stayed up, and her arms didn't move. She was afraid of what would happen if she didn't do as she had been told. I realized that, with her head up in the air, eyes focused on the ceiling, she had no idea what the source of the pain was. She only knew that her nipple really hurt.

Dave always said that when he "worked on" a girl's tits with pliers, her cunt would spasm every time he did something to her. He said it was the most amazing feeling. He loved having his cock in a girl whose cunt was reacting to his pliers. I never tried it myself, but I had to admit that she did jump when he closed the jaws on her. She very well could have been squeezing his cock with her cunt.

He slowly increased the pressure on her nipple, keeping her screaming. But she didn't move again. I noticed that as she continued to ride him, even though he was holding his hand still, so that every time she came up, it pulled on her nipple. Her breathing was very hard, but she didn't stop fucking him.

After about half a minute - which seemed like a lot longer - Dave let her nipple go. That ended the screams, which trailed off to whimpers. The teeth marks in her nipple from the pliers were clear to see. He moved the tool to his left hand, then extended them toward her right tit, jaws open again.

Once more, the teeth closed on Dawn's nipple, crushing it in his grasp. She screamed again, this time a piercing scream that really showed how much it hurt her. But she didn't stop riding him or move her eyes, continuing her slow progress of sliding herself up and down his cock, even as he was hurting her.

I watched as this time, he slowly twisted the piers, doubling the intensity of her screams. I could see the look of agony on her face, as tears fell down the sides of her face. But at the same time, I noticed her nipples stayed hard and she showed signs of excitement. I concluded that my guess that Dawn was a closet pain slut was right on the money.

Dave started twitching the pliers, a little bit at a time, twisting her nipple a little further with each move. Each time he turned it, she screamed again, a short little scream of intense agony, relieved as he backed off about half the distance after a second or so. This went on for about half a minute, until her right nipple was now turned a full twist from the rest of her tit, crushed almost flat, the sides bulging out from the teeth of the pliers. From where I stood, I could see that her face was a mask of pain again.

Dave let her nipple go from the teeth of the pliers. It snapped back into place, causing a yelp of relief to come from her mouth. She shuddered and let herself relax for a moment. He lowered his arms and set the pliers down quietly where he could get them again. He wasn't done with them yet, but it was time for something different. Through all of it, she had no idea what it was he was using on her tit to cause such intense feelings.

Through it all, she stayed put. Her eyes locked on the ceiling, hands clenched behind her head, body erect, chest heaving with every breath, riding Dave's cock up and down slowly. He whispered to her, "You like the pain, don't you?" She replied very quietly, almost so low we couldn't hear her, "Please, sir. Give me more." I noticed she called him "sir". Interesting. He wasn't finished, though. "Tell me what you want." Her reply was perfect. "Please, hurt me. I want to hurt. I love being hurt like this."

I couldn't figure this one out. She wanted pain? I always thought she was a pain-slut, but now I knew for sure. I wondered what was going on here. Dave must have wondered too, because he asked. "How does it feel?" Dawn answered, "It hurts really bad, but it makes my pussy so hot. It's like electric on my clit. Please give me more." Well, if that's what she wants...

After allowing her a few seconds to compose herself, he got her moving again. "Ride harder. All the way up and all the way down." Again the reply: "Yes, sir."

Dawn slid herself up his cock, almost to the top. She paused for a second, then let herself drop. Just as she bottomed out, Dave's right hand suddenly lashed out and slapped her on the outside of her left tit, really hard. She let out a startled little yelp. Better yet, her big tit smacked into the other one, making them both bounce.

Up she went again, then dropped. Again, just as she came down, he slapped her tit, the right one this time. She let out another sound, this time almost mewling like a cat. It suddenly became clear to her that he was going to hit her every time she came down. He wasn't being gentle, either. I could see that he was making sure to get his strength into every blow. He asked her, "Do you like that?" She answered again, "Yes, sir. Please hurt me. That feels so good."

Dawn started rhythmically bouncing up and down on Dave's cock, each time coming down hard, and each time having her tit slapped from the side. The slap of her hips hitting his was drowned out by the sound of her tits being beaten. This was what he did women - he would give shots of pain to the tits of girls as he fucked them. He did it for several reasons. He said that it made their cunts milk his cock, which of course he really liked. It was also very humiliating, reinforcing that he was in complete control of her, and that she was there only to serve his needs and give him pleasure. Riding him as she was, her hands out of the way and not being able to see anything but the ceiling, she was completely defenseless, which made her feel more helpless. He took full advantage of that helpless feeling.

Dave believed in punishing girls because they were women. He really wanted to humiliate them, and he did it well. He always said that nothing was better than hurting a girl's tits. Sticking out where she could always see them, women instinctively want to protect them, and are afraid to leave them unprotected. Also, they were an unmistakable sign of her inferior status, especially for girls like Dawn, who know that they have pumped-up tits, and thus, understand that their bodies have been modified for a man's use and pleasure. Using her tits, especially really big ones like Dawn's DD's, to inflict pain on her instead of giving her pleasure, made it clear to her that she was here only for his pleasure, not hers. She was here to be used as a toy. Absolutely humiliating.

Dawn was convinced I didn't think of women like this. She didn't think I looked at them as objects. Of course I actually did use women as toys, and made an effort to humiliate them, especially her. She was such a whore for me, but it kept her coming back to me. 

Funny thing was, Dawn wanted to be humiliated. I knew that already. She had been debasing herself for me for two years. She always came hardest when she was in front of a mirror, or when I was taking pictures of her getting herself off. I really didn't think pain would do it for her too, but here she was, having orgasms from the pain and begging for more.

Despite being pretty brutally beaten on her tits, she continued to ride Dave, dropping hard onto his cock, trying to get both of them off. I could see on her face, still turned up toward the ceiling, showing a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. It was clear that she was in some way getting off on being beaten. So far as I knew, Dawn had never been beaten while being fucked, or even beaten before being fucked to soften her up. She had stopped crying and now was breathing faster, clearly having a series of orgasms. That didn't mean she wanted to be raped like this, but she wanted the feeling, almost like a drug. She both wanted this while hating what was happening to her.

Her tits kept sliding back and forth, reversing direction with every strike. Sometimes he was fast enough to hit her again before her tits stopped moving the other way, making them slam together even harder. The outer sides of both tits were already red, with darker spots of bruises starting to show. All of us were really enjoying watching her continue to cooperate by riding his cock, with this strange mix of pain and pleasure. As Dave liked to do, he decided she was ready to go to the next level.

Dropping his hand down, he stopped hitting her and grabbed the pliers again, lifting them up in front of her chest. He said, "Look down at me." Her head dropped down, allowing her to see for the first time what had been locked on her nipples. Dawn's eyes got very wide when she realized that it was pliers he was tormenting her tits with, and more importantly, she realized he was about to use them on her again. Even then, though she slowed down a bit, she didn't stop riding his cock, keeping him deep inside of her cunt.

This time, he opened the pliers up a lot further. Once he got the jaws as extended as far they would go, he extended them out toward her left tit, pliers set so he was above and beneath her. He was grasping an inch or so behind the nipple, in the firm part of her tit meat. Slowly, he closed the jaws until they were touching her skin on both sides, but not applying any pressure yet.

"Do you still like it when I hurt you?" She answered the same way as all the other times: "Yes, sir." He went on, "Does it excite you? Does it make you feel good?" By this time, the tears started coming down her face again. I was shocked at the reply. Again, "Yes, sir." Dave asked her, "Why do you want me to hurt you?" Her answer was perfect. "Because I'm a whore, sir."

With that, he started putting pressure on the handles of the pliers, crushing Dawn's left tit in its jaws. She started screaming in pain again. He grabbed her right nipple with his fingers as well, digging his nails into it and twisting it a half turn. Her screams intensified, but so did her efforts up and down his cock again.

Dave's right arm started twitching. I could see he was really trying to crush her tit. The jaws of the pliers dug into her, almost a half inch deep. He pulled hard on the handles, stretching her tit away from her chest into a painful cone. That made her wail louder, but the tone changed. I was trying to figure out why. It was obvious that the pain really increased whenever she moved up away to ride his cock. I had to give it to him - she had been on him for almost 30 minutes, and he still had control of himself.

Dawn was becoming engulfed in pain. I could see that she now understood the depths she had sunk to. Having the pliers digging into her tit had really changed how she felt. The pain was intense. It wasn't going to be permanent, but it was the conflict inside her was pushing her over the edge. She hated being like this. She was being raped, after all. But at the same time, she was so excited from the pain. I realized what the tone change was in her screams - they were back and forth between screams of pain and screams of pleasure. Every time she would go up, it was pain. Every time she came down, it was good for her. That combination was enough to confuse anyone, but was especially difficult foe Dawn.

Plus, she was humiliated by the realization that she was responsible for all of this. She still had her arms up, hands behind her head. She had just a moment before asked him to hurt her and called herself a whore. And she was still riding his cock, and deep down inside of her, she wanted his cock in him. Dawn didn't know what to do other than just keep fucking.

When after a couple minutes, Dave realized he was going to cum soon, he switched the pliers over to her right tit and crushed it the same way. Her screams became even more intense. It was obvious that she was at her limit. To be honest, I was getting a little uncomfortable. My apartment is pretty soundproof, and there is no one else in the building at night, but this was starting to go a little too far. I wondered what to do about it.




Dawn's Gangbang Pt. 03



Before it came to that, though, Dave bucked up into her cunt, giving her his load. As soon as he did, he released the pliers off her tits. She bounced high in the air, and when she came down, she collapsed onto him. She lay there and jerked around, obviously having an enormous orgasm, the pain and pleasure all coming together for her. The screams reduced again to small little kitten mewls, tapering off with a few sobs and tears.

It was really interesting looking at her. She finally moved her hands, but he said nothing. Dawn was laying on him, looking into his eyes, almost like she would to me when she was finished after she rode my cock normally. I could tell she was still confused as to what to feel. She was in great pain, but was also strangely excited by what had been done to her. I don't think she really understood anything at this point beyond this odd combination of pleasure and pain.

After a moment, Dave pushed her off him onto the floor. Falling on her back, Dawn's DD's lay out for us, and showed what he had done to her. Both nipples had teeth marks in them. The outer sides were black and blue with bruises. The spots where the pliers had dug in deep were all black, with red lines where the teeth had been. They looked painful. I idly wondered how she was going to hide this from her husband. After all, he thought those tits were his. Not really my problem, I guess.

Dave had one more thing to do to humiliate her. He swung his legs off the couch to sit up, then beckoned her over. "Crawl over here and clean me off. With your mouth." After all he had done to her, all the pain she had taken from him, she still gave him the same answer, "Yes, sir." She moved right over to him, on her hands and knees. She took him in her mouth, cleaning her juices - and all our cum - off him. He slid his hands down onto her tits and squeezed both of them hard. From her mostly full mouth we heard her cry out in pain again.

After a minute or two, he finally cuffed her on the side of the head with his hand. She sucked him one more time, then crawled away to the other side of the room, laying down on the carpet like she intended to go to sleep. I didn't think so.

We had taken a good rest. Now it was time for anyone who wanted to fuck her again. I was ready, and I noticed everyone else was too. With that, I got up out of my chair and moved toward Dawn, laying on the floor, waiting, ready to be fucked by us some more. This night was not done yet.



Dawn's Gangbang Pt. 04



Author's Note: This part continues at the moment Part 3 ended. This part brings this story to an end, but Dawn may return. There is still a lot of her story to tell.

Again, thanks to everyone who read and liked. I understand that my stories have a dark and distinct tone to them, but there is a reason for it.

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Dawn was laying on the floor, looking like she was going to go to sleep. Her tits were bruised pretty good, but the rest of her was intact. We all were interested in having one more shot at her, so her sleeping was not going to happen.

I decided that I needed her ass first. I was the first guy to ever fuck her in the ass, and I loved using it. So did she, usually. So, I rather casually got up and walked over to her, still on the floor. "Did you like that, whore?" She turned her head to look at me and asked, "What?" I noticed her eyes still had that slightly unfocused look. I asked her again, "Did you like being beaten while he fucked you?" She replied, "Yes. What do you want?" Still not a good answer. It was pretty obvious that Dawn was trying to compose herself. She didn't know what she was supposed to be feeling, whether to be in pain or in ecstasy. There really was only one thing for me to tell her: "Be a good girl and roll over so I can fuck your ass."

For a long moment, she just looked at me. She really was confused because her emotions absolutely out of control. So, I slapped her hard across the face, in the hopes of getting her attention. I was surprised that she didn't blow up. Instead, while she did let out a whimper, she didn't do anything else except roll over onto her stomach, crushing her black and blue tits under her and sticking her ass up in the air, reaching back with her hands to pull her asshole open. Amazing - it was clear she still was ready to be fucked.

I didn't wait, mostly because I didn't want to share her at first. I gave Dawn a quick shot of lube, then shoved my cock quickly into her well-stretched ass. She immediately started fucking herself against me. I wasn't sure how focused her head was, but she at least understood that there was a cock inside her, and thus, she was supposed to fuck.

Dawn was sliding back and forth on the floor on her bruised tits while I pumped in and out of her. That explained the moaning noise she was making. Since she had her hands back on her ass, I decided to have a little fun. I grabbed her wrists, leaned back, and pulled. That lifted her body up off the floor, so her tits now hung beneath her. Her feet came off the floor too, so she was teetering on her knees, while most of her weight was hanging from her shoulders. Her head came back, and suddenly I heard from her, "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

Of course, that is exactly what I did. I started really shoving my cock to her, as hard as I could. That started her screaming again, but this time it made sense. "Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!" She kept screaming the same thing, every time I put it in her. Her tits were swinging under her, slapping together. That had to hurt, but all she did was continue to beg to be fucked. I loved it.

Actually, I had seen this before. Dawn had started talking like this to me when she came back to me two years before. She really had dropped all her limitations that night, at least when it came to fucking one guy. She would do anything I wanted her to do, without question. It seemed that tonight had done the same thing again, making her drop more of her limits, this time being shared by 9 guys.

"That's a good little whore. Keep fucking me." Every stroke brought a sound deep from her lungs, almost a moan forced out of her. She threw her head back, tossing her hair up in the air. Her arms were snapped tight, holding her up for viewing and use. Her massive rack was full display for the guys on the couch. I noticed she was looking directly at Dave still sitting where he was before. It was almost like she was craving more of him. I wondered what she was thinking and what her experience with him had done to her. It certainly had changed her.

Harder and harder, she forced herself back onto my cock. Dawn was really doing most of the fucking herself, even though I was jamming her too. Her ass was really well stretched at this point, but even so, this had to hurt. I saw it as another confirmation that she was a little pain slut, even if she didn't want to admit it. She was getting off from the pain.

I could feel myself getting ready to cum, so I caught Mark's eye. We had quietly talked while Dave was "working on" her and had decided that what Dawn needed to do next tonight was pull the train, with each of us fucking her ass. I figured that would humiliate her more than anything else we could do, considering that she would be forced to fuck lots of guys with her ass, when she really only wanted me fucking her that way.

Mark got up and moved over behind me, ready to go as soon as I was done. After another minute or so, she abruptly screamed as I slammed her ass as hard as I could, while spurting another load into her. I let her wrists go without warning, which made her fall straight down onto her bruised tits. That caused another scream of pain to come out of her.

It was pretty clear that Dawn again thought she was done. Wrong again. As I backed out and sat down, Mark moved right behind her and rammed her. She immediately started screaming, "No! No! I can't take any more!" He got his hands on her shoulder blades quickly, just as she started to try to get up. That pressed her back down, right onto her DDs.

Before she could get her arms under her, I jumped over and pushed her head down onto the floor. "Listen, whore. I told you before that you are here to fuck all of us. That means you fuck us as long as we want. So hold still and take it." She shouted back at me, "Fuck you! Asshole! I hate you!" But at the same time, she stopped struggling. Again, the confusion between what she felt and what she wanted. She really didn't know what to do.

Mark started stroking into her again, hitting with his cock her pretty hard. This time, all her weight was pressing down on her tits. That had to hurt. Her eyes closed and she showed she was really in pain. But her breathing started picking up, getting deeper, like she did when she was getting turned on. Her body was betraying her.

That was always the problem with Dawn. She was smart enough that getting her to do things outside her comfort zone meant that she had to stop thinking. If she was thinking, she held herself back and wouldn't do anything fun or wild. But if she was pushed, her body started telling her that it felt so good that she would eventually let her feelings override her mind. Whenever that happened, she would do almost anything. After all, I got her to fuck another girl, didn't I? Unfortunately for her, that also meant that she was usually very humiliated when she went ahead and did what her body told her to do, because her mind would never shut completely off. Too bad for her, but fun for me.

It didn't take more than a few strokes of his cock into her ass before Dawn started reacting to Mark. Within a minute or so, I could feel her body relaxing, warming, begging her to stop thinking and start fucking. As I took my hands off her head, she started moving again, sliding back into his cock as he fucked her ass. Her mouth opened wide, while her head lay on the floor on its side, and started releasing moans of pleasure. Her body had betrayed her mind again.

Mark was really pounding her now, giving her deep thrusts into her asshole. Her reactions continued to get better, and more intense. She really started putting on a show, growing in intensity. He started breathing deeper, showing he was about to blow his load.

That triggered John to get up and get ready. We didn't want her to get any rest. This was going to be one long series of guys in Dawn's ass. The question was how much resistance she was going to give to each of us. Unless I was completely wrong, each one would be a little easier, but I didn't expect that she would totally break and give in to her use as a fucktoy.

Mark gave her a final stroke, followed by a load of cum. Sliding back on the floor, he quickly made room for John. As he forced his way into her, Dawn screamed a surprisingly loud and high-pitched scream that made it clear she still didn't want to be fucked by everyone. Too bad.

The thing was, I wanted to humiliate her. No, I didn't have the slightest respect for Dawn. After all, who wants a girl for anything serious who fucks around on her husband? If she did it once, she will do it again. That's why to me, she was a fucktoy, nothing more. All I wanted out of her was to use her body whenever and however I wanted. Because I didn't have any real interest in her, I might as well see what I could get her to do that no girl in her right mind would do - like set herself up to be gang raped like this. After all, we didn't put a finger on her at first. She stripped herself naked, even knowing there were 3 guys in the room waiting to fuck her.

John was being pretty hard on her as he fucked her ass. After all, this was his third round tonight, and none of us are sixteen any more. He slammed her really hard and deep, which could not have been comfortable for Dawn. She was letting out little shrieks each time, and I noticed that she had started crying again.

Dawn still had her heels on, which added a porn-like tone to her movements. She really was an amazing sight, down there on the floor. She still was laying directly on her DD tits. Every time John jammed her with his cock, she moved a little bit forward. She actually had slid about a foot along the floor with each guy that had been in her. Fortunately the room was plenty long enough. She had put her hands under her head so that it wasn't pressed into the floor anymore, but her head was still turned to the side. The tears had wet her face, but she wasn't looking at anything in particular.

John was really crushing her ass now. It was a wonder that she wasn't bleeding, but I guess enough lube had been used on her, and she had been so well stretched, that it wasn't a problem. Which was good, because the last thing I wanted was to damage her permanently. That probably would have created some a situation that could not be easily explained, considering she didn't let her husband fuck her in the ass. If she was injured there, the whole story probably would come out. So I made damn sure while Dave had been working on her to tell everyone not to hurt her too much. But John was pushing the limit.

Fortunately, he was almost done. Mike was up next, already in position to take over. Dawn had to know what was coming. After all, the pattern was clear by this point. So when John finished inside her and moved away, I was surprised when she raised up. I thought she was trying to struggle or get away again, not that there was the slightest chance of that happening.

Mike was on her in an instant, but she didn't try to resist. Apparently she just needed to get off her bruised tits. I didn't give a damn. Besides, now we got to watch them bounce around as they hung and bounced underneath her while she got fucked, which wasn't a bad show either!

I noticed something else interesting. Maybe this was the real reason she got off the floor. Dawn didn't have her head hung down, with her hair covering her face. Instead, she was looking straight ahead. She had her eyes locked on Dave, still sitting on the couch. There was definitely something going on there. It was apparent that he had noticed her gaze too. He had a look on his face that could have been interest or could have been amusement. I wasn't sure which.

Dawn, on the other hand, had a very intense look on her face. I could tell that she had succumbed to the feeling that was coursing through her of having so many cocks in her ass. After all, she had been a complete cock slave for the last two or three hours. I hadn't looked at the time, but she had not done anything else but service men since she arrived, without more than a minute or so break at any point. That had to be taking its toll on her somewhere. I would bet that right now, all she could feel was Mike's cock in her.

Mike too was on his third round, since he and John got to have Dawn suck them off to soften her up at the start of the show. That meant he also was needing every bit of her ass to cum in her again. He was doing a good job, though. Every shot to her was deep enough to get those same little squeals out of her that she had been making before. It even looked like she was trying to squeeze him a little bit. She definitely wasn't passive while being fucked. Clearly she was trying to get something out of it as well.

As Mike was showing signs he was about to blow his load, it was time for Will to get ready. He was a little annoyed at his poor performance before, so I was watching him closely to make sure he didn't go overboard. I was not a bit concerned when Mike backed out and Dawn asked, "Please, I just need a minute." Will didn't give a shit and neither did I. "No way, whore. You take it." With that, he wasted no more time forcing himself into her already stretched ass.

Dawn screamed pretty loud when he jammed her. She definitely didn't like him. I saw her grit her teeth and close her eyes as he started to build a rhythm. As soon as her eyes shut, Dave made a throat clearing noise. She immediately opened her eyes back up and locked them onto Dave again. I really wonder what was going on in her head with him.

After about half a minute, Dawn must have decided that she wanted rid of him, because she really started forcing herself back onto his cock, hard. I don't think that was really what he had in mind, because he grabbed her ass to try to slow her down. That really didn't work. I had to smile to myself, because even while she was being raped, she had gotten into control over Will.

I think it really pissed him off when he blew his load too fast again. Tom saw it coming and made sure he was ready to go for his turn. I really thought Will was going to hit her, but he must have decided not to. Tom just pulled him off and took his place. I made up my mind right there that this would be the last time Will was invited to a party with a girl. He couldn't control himself.

Tom did something different. He wrapped his arms around Dawn and pulled her up off her arms. He slid his hands up and squeezed her DDs, so he was holding her by them. Considering how bruised they were from Dave "working on" her, I wasn't surprised that Dawn started keening in pain again.

With her up on top of him, Dawn had to force herself up and down on his cock in her ass. That was really humiliating, to have to fuck her own ass. But she knew that she didn't have any choice, because she knew that resistance at this point would be meaningless. She was going to fuck until we were done. It was pretty obvious that she had decided she might as well enjoy it, although I had to believe that her ass was really sore by now!

Tom was always a tit man, so I wasn't surprised he was enjoying Dawn's funbags. He was really crushing them with his hands. That started the tears back up again, running down her face. I wondered what he thought about what Dave had done to her. I didn't care, because the way I saw it, I could play with them whether they were bruised or not. If it hurt her some, well, I had already seen her getting off from pain, so what the hell?

That actually was what started happening. Even though I could see that Dawn was really humiliated by it, she was having her body betray her again. She was flushed and breathing deeply, both signs she was cumming. I knew she usually had multiple orgasms from being fucked in her ass, especially if her tits were being mauled at the same time. She always denied it, because she was ashamed of her body most of the time, especially her big tits, but playing hard with her tits was a sure way to turn Dawn on.

Tears were coming down her face again, even as she started letting out a short cry every time she came down on Tom's cock. She was obviously getting off on this, even though she was also ashamed. Her mind and body were at war with each other for control, again.

Tom was also loving it. He had controlled himself well, but his time was almost up. Jim moved to get ready to take her on. Tom was really hammering her now up and down, and Dawn was doing the same for him. She was obviously building toward a massive orgasm. It broke over her just as Tom slammed her ass for the last time. Her scream of pleasure was the loudest and shrillest yet of the night. How she was still fucking like this I didn't know. There was a lot more to Dawn than she allowed to show. In a way, I hoped tonight's experience showed her that she could go a lot farther than she normally did.

Tom let go of her tits that he was using for handles and let her drop forward. This time, she caught herself on her hands before her bruised tits hit the ground. Jim slid up into position and got inside Dawn immediately. He made the 7th cock in her ass in a row without a break.

He decided he was going to take his time, it seemed. His strokes were coming much slower, if smoother and deep. Considering she had been going a lot faster, and could see what was happening here with each of us taking his turn, I bet Dawn would try to rush him along.

I was right. But when she tried to speed him up by fucking herself on his cock, Jim took steps. He reached out and got a good double handful of her long blonde hair and used it like a bridle on a horse. "Slow down, whore. You fuck like I want to. Not so fast. I intend to enjoy your ass." She replied, "Please hurry up. I hurt so much. I just want this over."

Jim didn't budge. He just kept his own slow process going, taking his time. He looked like he was having a good time. Dawn let out a little shriek every time he thrust into her and pulled her hair. Once more, the tears started up. I wondered how many tears she really had. There had been quite a lot tonight.

She was also still watching Dave. I really wonder if she was afraid of him, or if there was something else. I didn't see fear in her eyes when she looked at him, but I wasn't completely sure. He had definitely done something to really mess with her head, though.

Jim was still fucking her ass, but for all his efforts to drag it out, he was getting close to being done. Sean started getting himself ready. That left only Dave who had not used Dawn's body this round. I noticed that he leaned over to Sean and whispered something in his ear that got a nod in reply. I had no idea what he was going to do, but from the look on his face, as well as what I know about him, I had a feeling he wasn't going to go along with the rest of us.

Sure enough, after a minute or so, Jim started to fade. He didn't really have a big release, he just seemed to slow then stop. He moved away and Sean took his place.

When Jim let go of her hair, Dawn hadn't moved her head. Sean reached out and pulled her arms out from under her. She must not have expected it, because she didn't catch herself. Her face slammed down on the floor, crushing her bruised DDs under her. She let out a yelp of surprise, followed by a cry of pain and a lot of whimpering. Sean put his hands right on her shoulders, keeping her from moving and compressing her tits even more.

He also was fucking her really hard. Every stroke brought another cry. He also pushed down every time too, which couldn't have been good for her tits - except she was clearly obtaining enjoyment from the pain. Dawn really was a pain slut. That much we had proven tonight.

I also noticed that as soon as her view of him was cut off, Dave moved off the couch and had gotten over much closer to her, in a spot where she couldn't see him. I realized that he must have asked Sean to make sure she couldn't see her move. I don't really know why, but Dave can be picky about how he fucks with a woman's mind. Of course, he gets results, so he must know what he's doing.




Dawn's Gangbang Pt. 04



For the first time in a while, Dawn started to beg. I could hear her quietly, "Please, I've had enough. I can't take any more of this. I'll do anything you want, just leave my ass alone." She was sobbing now, tears pooling on the floor. Her body was still reacting to him, though, so it didn't make the most sense it could have.

Sean was having a good time, though. I could see she was squeezing his cock with her ass, which he had to like. He kept slamming her in the asshole as hard as he could, in pretty measured strokes. Dave was standing quietly on the side opposite the one her face was on, studying her with interest. I wondered what he had in mind for her. It had to be good, through.

With a pretty loud sound, Sean gave Dawn's ass his last load of cum. She shrieked as he jammed her with one final shot. He stepped away, and for a moment, there was silence.

Dave bent down next to her ear, still behind her head. He almost whispered, "Dawn, can you hear me?" She answered him the same way. "Yes, sir." Again the "sir", but only for him. I had to find out what this was all about. He went on: "Did you mean it a moment ago when you said you would do anything if we stopped using your ass?" She agreed, saying, "Yes, sir. I will do anything."

I wondered where this was going. He immediately showed me. "All right then. Will you promise to come back to me when I want you?" Personally, I figured that was not the most likely thing to happen, but it might. She signed up for it, anyway. "Yes, sir. I promise." He let her off the hook. "All right, then. Turn around and come show me how much you want me." Interesting choice of words there.

They did the trick, though. Dawn pushed herself up onto her knees and turned around, looking for him. When she turned around, I noticed that there was almost a hungry look on her face, mixed with just a little fear. Here was another sign of Dawn's mind at war with her body. Dave clearly had given her a massive dose of his pain and pleasure mix that was fighting to overwhelm her mind. Amazing.

To my surprise, when Dave stepped up to her, she slurped him right down her throat, almost like she was willingly sucking him. He actually had to pull back a little, because she was going after his cock with almost a hunger. He was the only one of us who had not forced her to take him, one way or the other, tonight. 

She also, without being told, had returned her hands to the position behind her head. That meant that she was sucking on him only with her mouth, which she sometimes had to be encouraged to do. I had first-hand experience of how good a cocksucker she was, but this action was really beyond anything she normally did. This wasn't resistance, this was real enjoyment. Who knows what made this cunt tick?

Dave was not fucking her face. He was holding almost perfectly still. Dawn was slowly picking up the pace, not to be in a hurry, but because she knew it increased his pleasure. She usually wasn't much on sucking cock, even though she was really good at it. Dawn had this screwy idea that if she didn't get direct pleasure out of it, then it was not fun. Hopefully, Dave had changed that in her too.

She was really working his cock, now. It wouldn't be another minute before he blew his load in her throat. A look at the clock made it clear that it was about time to wrap this little party up. She was going to have to be home in enough time to be able to answer her husband's phone call when he got up and do so clearly enough that he didn't think she had been out all night being fucked. If he only knew what we had done to Dawn tonight!

At that moment, Dave grabbed her hair on both sides of Dawn's head and held her against him, forcing all his cock down her throat. It made a distinct bulge in her neck, showing he was really deep inside her. Her throat was moving, making it clear to me that she was swallowing every drop of his cum. He held her there for a moment, then dropped his hands to her shoulders and shoved her back quickly, making her fall again, first on her back, then hitting her head against the floor again. She was dazed from the abrupt change and impact, her head rolling side to side, with her eyes moving around, trying to lock onto something like she was dizzy.

That left only me. I moved over to her and let my weight fall straight down on top of her. For a moment, she was trying to figure out what was happening. Then she realized, as my cock slipped into her cunt, who it was that was on top of her. Her eyes focused on my face, making me grin at her.

As I started stroking into her, I asked, "Well Dawn, did you like getting fucked like this?" She let out a weak, but still defiant, reply. "No, asshole. You had me raped. You made me a whore, fucking all your friends." The crying started again as she turned her head away from me.

I pushed myself up, putting my hands on her DDs as the point for all my weight. That move made her cry out in pain as she turned her head back toward me again. I made my point, saying, "Look at me while I am fucking you, whore." She did. I continued, "You know you wanted this. You hate your husband so much you call him 'The Ass'. I've given you more fun tonight than you know how to handle. You fucked 9 guys tonight. You stripped yourself naked for us. You have begged for pain, been beaten, pulled the train, and called yourself a whore. You came here on your own, knowing you were going to be humiliated. You like the pain. You like the humiliation. You know that's what you are: a whore."

She finally broke. No more fucking us back, no more looks of excitement. She lay there on the floor, bawling her eyes out, as I fucked her cunt for the last time tonight. Her tits were heaving up and down on her chest from me slamming my cock into her. I love that sight. After all, when a whore has massive tits like Dawn does, guys fucking her should get a good show!

With one last shove, I shot another, final load into her. I hoped she felt it dripping out of her all the way home. I climbed off the little whore, who was still laying there on my floor crying. Everyone else had been quietly dressing as I was fucking her, so when I got up, they nodded and waived, then headed for the door.

Dawn was lying there, crying, curled up in a ball on the floor. I told her, "Get out, whore. Maybe I will call you later. But you know you will come when I call." I knew she would. After all, I had plans for her still. Maybe Dave did too - I had to talk with him about that soon.

With that, I went into the next room. A few minutes later, I heard her slowly pull on her clothes and start down the stairs. I didn't hear from her for a week, but just like I knew would happen, she called me, wanting to come back for more. Stupid whore.



Deflowering the Babysitter



"We'll leave the shoes on for now, as you look so sexy in them," she said breathily, gazing at me lustfully at me as she gently parted my legs in order to move closer to me, her manicured red nails bright red against my white silk shirt as she slowly unbuttoned it and pushed the soft material aside to reveal my breasts.. 

"Mmmmm lovely!" she said as she bent her head to take the tip of one sensitive taut pink nipple in her mouth. I gasped at the sensation, never having had anyone suck on my breasts before, as it was intense. My nipples hardened fast, and tingled as her warm wet mouth suckled on me whilst her other hand pinched and tweaked my other breast. I started to pant and moan almost immediately at the intensity of it, feeling an equivalent tingling between my legs as she continued to stimulate me, and Mrs J lifted her head in surprise. 

"My goodness, your breasts are responsive!" she said, looking at me quizzically. "Have you really never done this before?" she continued as she massaged my breasts with gentle caresses. 

I probably flushed, embarrassed, as I replied "My breasts sucked? No, never, but it feels amazing Mrs J, please don't stop!" 

"I think it's time you called me Sam," she replied before continuing "I meant have you ever had sex before Julie?" 

Again I must have flushed bright red as I looked down at her hands stroking me so erotically and mumbled "No, Mrs Jones...I mean Sam, I'm afraid I'm a virgin - you'll find me very inexperienced."

She put one hand under my chin and tipped it up so that I was looking at her face and I noticed that her pupils were dark and dilated with arousal, and her cheeks and lips flushed crimson. "And you want to trust me with your virginity? And perhaps Jake too if he gets home in time? To show you how wonderful it can be this first time? Are you sure?"

Something about the way she looked at me made me trust her so I nodded. I sort of knew that she would look after me, and once she saw me decide she stood up, and pushed me back further onto the bed so that I could see myself in the large mirror directly above the bed, my long creamy legs splayed and my long auburn hair spread out over the white covers. My black lace panties and black stiletto sandals contrasted against the ivory bed linen. My white shirt lay open, exposing my breasts which fell slightly to each side. My pale pink nipples were hard and I watched myself in the mirror as I touched one of them, fascinated at the sight of myself looking so wanton and sexual. I watched as my beautiful sexual tutor lay down on her side alongside me and leant forward to kiss me. I turned my head away from the heady image of the two naked female bodies in the mirror, so that I was looking into her pretty flushed face.

Her plump red lips were soft and gentle at first as she placed them softly against mine, touching me ever so lightly, so that I could feel the warmth of her breath caressing me. I could sense her arousal and desire as her breathing was faster than normal, but as my teacher she was in control and took her time - not rushing in, but waiting for the anticipation and overwhelming urge to kiss her to build within me until finally I was unable to stop myself from eagerly opening my mouth. I was her novice willingly offering myself up to my mistress, inviting her tongue to slip inside and explore my mouth. Such an intimate act that only lovers ever get to do. She felt soft and wet, and although I could sense her passion, there was none of the furious and immature thrusting of my teenage boyfriends. 

I began to relax as the kiss deepened and continued. She pulled me hungrily towards her so that we lay facing each other kissing passionately. I loved the feel of her soft plump lips against mine while her rigid tongue probed the inside of my mouth. I sucked at it tentatively, which caused her to push it harder against mine, feeling her passion increase as our soft curvaceous bodies pressed against each other. Her larger, heavier breasts pushed against mine and her naked thigh pushed up against my sex to stimulate it as her fingers massaged my arse. I moved my hand between us to caress one of her huge rounded breasts, far bigger than my own more modest ones, and ran my fingers across the raised ridges dimples on her nipple, loving the feel of another female body. It was turning me on so much feeling her soft female curves, her allowing me to stroke and caress and explore. I rolled the hardened peak of her teat in my fingers, which made her groan into my mouth and push her pussy hard against my thigh so that I could feel the soft hair of her mound grinding against me.

"What a sweet little peachy arse you have" she murmured in my ear, finally breaking off the kiss to push a strand of long red hair back off my face and trail her fingers over my lips. 

"So young and firm and ripe - ready to be plucked!" and she gave me a naughty sexy smile, and pinched me firmly on one cheek. The pinch hurt but felt strangely good when followed by more caressing. I moaned gently in appreciation of the sensation of pleasure and pain combined, and she gave me a curious look before pinching me even harder again and watching my reaction. I was unable to help moaning once again at the even stronger sensations flooding my pussy when she did it and she smiled.

"Interesting Julie, it appears you have a penchant for a little bit of pain with your pleasure," she commented, before adding, "Still, first lessons first, my sexy young girl. I already can feel your juices on my thigh, and while I didn't want to rush you, you are just so juicy already that I think you are ready for your first real lesson, before I teach you how to please the teacher!"

And with a wink she rolled me back onto my back, gave a couple of gentle sucks on my hardened nipples and positioned herself between my thighs. Pushing the thin black lace of my panties aside she told me again how wet I was. 

"You smell so good Julie, I'm going to love eating your sweet virgin pussy, swallowing your hot creamy cunny juice and making you cum all over my face. You've no idea how many times I thought about doing this to you after class this past year. Now you're no longer my pupil I can finally make fantasy become reality." 

Her dirty sexual confession, and realisation that she too had had a crush on me, her 18 year old pupil this past year, made my pussy contract with lust, and I felt a rush of dampness between my thighs. I have to confess, that not knowing what was to happen, my inexperienced self was a bit frightened and embarrassed when I saw her rouged open lips move towards my sex, but then I gasped in pleasure as I felt her hot eager mouth touch my outer lips. The thought of her tongue licking me down there in my most private place made me groan with lust and I was not disappointed as she soon started lapping and licking me, pushing my labia apart to reach the juicy pink folds within. 

I watched in the mirror above me as her blonde hair fell over my stomach and thighs, and placed my hands on my engorged nipples so that I could watch as I pulled and tweaked them, while my blonde mistress performed lesbian acts on me, her head moving between my thighs as she drove me to greater heights of ecstasy. Watching this sight in the mirror was highly erotic and I quivered with excitement as her tongue ran up and down me from front to back, lapping and sucking at me. I felt her tongue thrust up inside my so that her face was pushed hard up against me, stimulating me hard as she slurped and sucked my juices up.

She raised her head to look at me as I felt her fingers probing me and pushing inside me. She was pushing into me faster and harder now, and I was panting and moaning as I watched her hand thrusting against me in the mirror. Her mouth was shiny and wet with my cunny juices, and she slid up beside me, sensing I was near and prolonging my pleasure. 

"Want to taste yourself Julie? "she asked me. Her face was inches away from mine and I could smell the musky aroma of my own sexual arousal on her. I leant forward and lapped at her lips, tasting the salty sweetness.

"Lick it off me baby girl, taste your juicy cunt," she ordered me, as I continued to lick her face and swallow the copious liquid which I had covered her with. 

She moaned and kissed me hard and passionately, before pulling back and looking at me hungrily. I am so in need of you Julie, but first my little virgin I am going to make you cum."

"Tight little virgin pussy - willing and wet and eager for us," she cooed. 

"Poor little pussy needs to cum now," she continued as she bent down again and latching on to me with her mouth and sucked on me with abandon. 

I threw my head back in ecstasy and cried out at the intensity of the pleasure I was feeling. Unable to help myself I began to shudder as waves of pleasure came over me. " Mmmm! cum for me now little virgin cunt!" was the last thing I heard her say before I shut my eyes and forgot everything except the waves of orgasm that overwhelmed me from her ravenous insatiable mouth. I felt juices shoot out of my cunt over her face and the sheets, but was too far gone to care about being embarrassed by then as the pleasure inside me went on and on, longer than I had ever known before on my own. 

Afterwards as I lay there panting Mrs J moved up onto the bed on her side next to me and she sensuously ran her hands through my long red hair while I recovered.

"Now I am going to teach you how to pleasure a woman properly, unlike those pimply schoolboys. Is that OK?"

Unable to speak I just nodded and said "Yes Mrs Jones." 

"I've told you! I am Sam now we know each other so much better. I think you should explore a bit yourself now we've eased a bit of tension." And with that she lay back on the pillows and parted her legs so that I could see her naked pussy below her triangle of trimmed dark hair. The outer lips were already glistening wet with arousal. "Go on, taste me baby girl," she said. "Taste the delicious taste of another girl's sweet dripping cunny!" 

I moved towards her, drawn both by the excitement of tasting her juices and giving her pleasure, tentatively stooping down to lick at her private parts. I ran my hands over her narrow waist and well rounded hips, enjoying the feel of her softness as I looked at her thick dark pubic hair, trimmed into its neat triangle. Her outer lips were already swollen, sticky and damp from her own creamy juice, and poking out of them was the tantalising sight of the hidden treasure within the rosy pink inner lips. I stuck my tongue out and pushed it into her gash, opening her up as I tasted her musky, salty sweetness, the smell of her female arousal turning me on once again. She moaned again and told me not to be too gentle as I started to suck and lap at her, trying to emulate what she had done to me. She groaned in frustration and thrust her pussy up into my face wanting more. Then she suddenly pushed me away and, putting her hand between her legs to part her outer lips she pointed to a raised nodule and started to rub it. I watched it swell and grow as she did so, my face just inches away breathing in the heady aroma of her cunt. 

"You know what that is?" She asked as her breath quickened. I shook my head and she said, "That's what they call your clitoris. Clitty or clit for short, and that is the key to some of the best orgasms you will ever have or give to another woman." I had read about this in my mother's books but had never realised where it was exactly. So with interest I watched my teacher pleasure herself, keen to learn from her. I watched her fingers rubbing the raised nodule faster and faster, and I could see the way it had swollen and grown hard under her touch, as indeed her outer lips had done so also, becoming darker as the blood flow increased under the stimulation. By now she was furiously pushing her hand against it, panting and glistening with sweat as she sought sensual relief.

"Let me try please?" I said, having a good idea of what she needed me to do now, and I was eager to be her pupil and learn from her. So placing my hand on top of hers I felt her tempo and moved my hand in time with hers, until we were both slippery and slick with the juices gushing out of her. She started to gasp and thrash about underneath picking up the tempo even more, until she pulled her hand away and cried out.

"Rub my cunt baby girl, rub it hard. Mummy needs to cum!"

Eager to please my older teacher I carried on rubbing her clit as hard as I could. Any concerns I had about hurting her were put aside by her moans of pleasure and constant encouragement "Yes, like that, harder baby, harder!"

Encouraged I thrust the fingers of my other hand up into her vagina, pushing hard against the upper wall as my mother's books had instructed. I was not disappointed as she gave a huge cry. "Fuck Yes! Cumming now!" and arched her back as she spasmed in ecstasy and fell back against the sheets, her copious juices shooting out across my hand and flooding the bed. 

Sated she fell back against the pillows, panting and shaking. 

Just at that moment the phone rang. Picking it up from the bedside table Mrs Jones answered in a somewhat breathless voice. "Hi! Yes she's here at the moment. I've just been running through some of the basics," she went on with a wink at me. "Ok. See you in half an hour."

Switching off the phone and turning to look at me she raised an eyebrow as she asked," Jake's coming home in an hour. We could continue your education together if you like. Would you like me to call your parents and tell them you're staying for dinner?" 

Lesson Two - Threesomes... I am seduced by my parent's friends, my education continues and I lose my virginity

Entering the shower together Mrs J started to soap my body all over. Her slippery hands massaged my breasts from behind as I felt her larger heavier teats push against me. Her hands slid down between my legs to rub m there too and I felt another rush of lust begin again as my pussy throbbed expectantly. Noticing my involuntary gasp and quiver of anticipation Mrs J put down the shower bottle and continued to rub me from behind. Soap and water mixed with my oily cunt slime on the floor of the shower and I pushed my hands against the wall of the shower to steady myself as I felt the rush of another orgasm begin. I felt a hand prise my buttocks apart and the tip of an inquisitive slippery finger slid inside my back hole. To my surprise it felt good and I groaned as it started to slide in and out of my arse, slippery with soap and pussy secretions, whilst the gorgeous ecstasy of the clit stimulation continued. Suddenly though Mrs J stopped and left me hanging - gasping for more, on the edge of an orgasm. 

"We'll be late for Jake... more later!" she promised with a wink. Frustrated, I was desperate for release, but I did as the older woman told me and exited the shower and dried off, putting my clothes back on, scrunching up my still damp knickers and putting them in my bag. I would have to go without for now.

Downstairs in the lounge I perched nervously on the sofa sipping on another glass of punch, my legs tightly together and my pussy still throbbing from the teasing it had been given in the shower. I longed to touch it but was not sure when Mr and Mrs J would be coming back. I had said a brief hello in the kitchen before being ushered into the lounge with my drink and a meaningful glance from Mrs J. 

Shortly the door opened and they both came in. Mrs J started by telling Mr J that we had already covered quite a few of the basic babysitting duties, but then, sitting down next to me on the sofa she said that we had also discovered some extra duties that I had found pleasurable "Isn't that right Julie" she asked? 

Mr Jones was dressed in a smart light grey suit, and his dark hair was spiked up with gel. His handsome tanned face seemed amused and expectant as he waited for my answer. My pussy throbbed even more at the thought of this sexy older couple continuing my "education" together.

"Yes I think so Mrs J...I mean Sam," I replied, looking nervously from one to another. Putting one hand on my thigh and the other around my waist Mrs J told me not to be worried and just to tell Jake what I had told her earlier, about the urges, and the boys of my age not being attractive to me...

"Uh, well you see," I explained in brief the urges to Mr J, blushing bright red as I did so.

"And so we thought we'd do a little experimenting of our own while we were waiting for you," his wife continued. And we made an interesting discovery." She added.

"Which was?" prompted Mr J, as he continued to smile at me encouragingly.

"Well not only has Julie her got an unusually strong sex drive, but she is also still a virgin. And she has asked if I would help with her sexual education in addition to her babysitting duties." 

"Hmmm, a lot of girls your age claim to be virgins and aren't. How do we know you are telling the truth? We wouldn't want a liar looking after our kids." His sexy blue eyes watched me while he waited for an answer. I shrugged, unsure what to say, " I am honestly!" was all I could manage. 

"Then you won't mind if I check," said Mr J. "Lie back on the sofa and part your legs for me please." I did as he asked, and as I did so Sam knelt down beside me and pushed my t shirt up so that she could caress my breasts and stimulate my nipples while her husband came over and knelt in front of my parted legs and pushed my skirt up to reveal my pussy and it's soft downy red hairs. Pushing my legs further apart so that my outer lips opened he proceeded to part them still further and pushed two fingers gently inside my slippery cunt, already damp with arousal and anticipation. 

"I could feel him pushing hard against me and felt a slight discomfort," before he withdrew and proclaimed "You are right Sam, she's still intact."

"We'll take this slow," he said "to minimise the pain. Why don't you two girls undress each other and relax on the sofa while I sit over here and watch you for now," and he sat down in the armchair opposite sipping on a glass of bourbon and ice. 

I unbuttoned my blouse again and took it off to reveal my small pert breasts while Mrs Jones unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out of it, still pantie-less, wearing just my black high heeled sandals. 

"Leave those on," said Jake as he watched his wife remove her sundress and lay down on the sofa, naked, motioning for me to join her. I lay next to her so that our entire bodies were touching and she began to kiss me while rubbing her fingers up and down my back to the curves of my arse. She was obviously excited and kept looking over to her husband as she rubbed her curvaceous brown body against me, parting my thighs with her legs so that her thigh pressed up hard against my damp pussy.

I had my back to Jack and so couldn't see what he was doing but I got the feeling that Mrs J was watching him for his reaction and advice. I felt her hand run down my arse, parting my cheeks so that I was exposed to him, and her finger teased my anal hole just as she had done in the shower earlier. I felt that this was naughty and that I shouldn't be letting her do that to me, but like in the shower it made me feel even more wet and aroused. 

Suddenly Mrs J rolled me onto my back and slid between my legs and I felt two strong arms grip my ankles from behind to open my cunny right up for her. She pressed her face to my swollen lips and began to suck and lick me just as she did in the bedroom. I felt myself trying to push my cunt up into her face to increase the pressure as suddenly my legs were released and I saw Jake move around behind his wife and undress while watching me writhing in pleasure under his wife's hungry mouth. Removing his shirt and tie slowly, he slid his trousers and pants down and I caught my first glimpse of his lean toned body, his massive cock rising out of a thick tangle of dark hair, it was bigger even than I had imagined. He stroked it up and down as he watched me, and knelt on the sofa behind his wife's raised arse.




Deflowering the Babysitter



Then I felt her mouth thrust hard up against me, which made me cry out with pleasure. Looking up I saw Mr Jones positioned behind his wife's round peachy bottom thrusting in and out of her as she pleasured me. I started to lose control at the thought of how erotic I was finding this threesome with Mr and Mrs Jones, my parent's best friends. I could feel the vibrations of her moaning into my pussy as he pushed in and out, in and out. Each thrust brought me increased stimulation and I soon began to pant heavily as I felt the rush of the first orgasm start to hit me. 

Mrs J was moaning into my hot wet cunt as her husband pleasured her from behind and I could sense that she too was about to cum. Throwing back my head I cried out as it hit me and with a final suck she too lifted her head and cried out "Fuck me hard Daddy, make Mummy cum!" Sated and panting my eyes met Mr J's as he increased his systematic tempo, driving into his wife from behind while looking at me hungrily over the back of her head, my breasts pushed out of the bra and my long red hair messed up on the sofa cushions behind me. 

"Yes, now! Harder, harder, fuck me, fuck me," Mrs J kept shouting at him as his pounding increased until she too cried out "Fuck yes...I can't stop!" as her own orgasm consumed her there on all fours between my thighs. 

Mr Jones pulled out of his wife, his cock was still hard and swollen looking and as she moved to sit on the sofa beside me he knelt up next to me on the other side. 

"So now Mummy's happy, is our little girl ready to pleasure Daddy?" he asked me as Mrs Jones started sucking on a nipple and rubbing my cunt. We're going to get you so wet you won't even notice it happening he said as he reached for a bottle and poured a liquid into his hands and began to massage it into his massive cock and balls. 

"And now a treat for our baby girl! Daddy's got a lolly for you to suck. His cock was covered in a shiny red sticky liquid. Mummy, get out your lipstick for me will you?" They were obviously used to playing "Mummy's and Daddy's from the flirtatious way they talked to each other and I was happy to play along and be their little girl if that was what they wanted.

Knowing what he wanted I felt Mrs J move and reach inside her back beside the sofa. Turning my face towards her she kissed me on the lips before gently outlining my lips with the bright red lipstick. 

"Mmmmm! Daddy wants to see his baby girl lick his lollipop nice and clean, with her slutty red lips." I turned my head to face his swollen penis, still stiff and unsatisfied, and tentatively stuck my tongue out to lap at the sticky red juice, it tasted sweet and sugary, like strawberry ice cream sauce. And I love strawberry ice cream sauce! I started to lap enthusiastically at his cock, running my tongue up and down it as I swallowed the delicious pink juices. Mr J groaned as I continued to lap and suck.

"Oh yes, just like that little girl, suck it all off for Daddy! Mummy come over here and help her!" 

Mrs J moved next to me and we both took turns to like the sticky sweet sauce off his cock, balls and between his arse cheeks where some globules had dripped. I could feel him swelling and growing against my mouth as I moved down to take his balls into my mouth, sucking off the sticky sweetness which coated them. He groaned again and I felt his hands on the back of my head. 

"And now the whole lolly - put it in your mouth for Daddy?" And he moved my lips to the tip where I could see a small white pearl of liquid glistening. 

"Open wide for Daddy," he said as he pushed the bulbous end against my lips. I opened my lips as instructed, a dutiful and eager pupil, as instructed to do and felt him slide inside my mouth, a sharp salty taste contrasting with the sweet fruity syrup. Like sweet and sour sauce. 

He was big and my mouth was full, I had to breathe through my nose so as not to gag, but I was keen to please my "Daddy" and "Mummy", and even though I had tears in my eyes I opened my mouth as wide as I can as he started to move my head up and down along his shaft until I got the rhythm and continued at the same pace . As I moved my mouth up and down him I lapped at him with my tongue. I could feel his cock throbbing against me as he pushed further and further inside me, and tasted a sharp salty liquid just as suddenly with a groan he pulled out and sat back panting. 

"Not yet little girl, tonight Mummy and Daddy want to deflower you." 

"Go and sit on Mummy's lap while I get my camera ready," the master of house ordered. So I moved to the other end of the sofa and sat on Mrs J's lap. She put her arms around me and started kissing me deeply and passionately. Her hands roved over my naked breasts pulling and tweaking my nipples which sent those familiar sparks straight into Pussy Central! I was feeling so horny and aroused that it was only slowly that I became aware of a clicking sound. Mr J had returned into the room and was sitting in the armchair opposite us, naked with his massive cock sticking up in the air as he snapped pictures of the two of us making out on the sofa.

"That's it Mummy, fondle our little girl's breasts, pull on her nipples," he instructed as I felt her hands tweak my tits, the pain making my pussy tingle and throb.

"Oh yes, they are so hard and pert. Suck on them darling," he ordered "Mummy".

I groaned as I felt her bend to do his bidding. I felt her hot wet mouth suck and nip on me, and my pussy throbbed and ached even more. Moving to the end of the sofa he perched there with the camera as he watched his wife lapping at my breasts my legs open towards him, exposing my pink naked pussy purse to his lens - not caring, in fact turned on by, him taking pictures of me. 

"Part those milky white thighs for Daddy, there's a good girl," he ordered, and helpless to resist I did, imagining what my juicy pink lips must look like though his lens.

"Mmmm! Good shot!" he said, snapping away with the camera.

"Mummy, you've made our little girl so red, swollen and wet," he confirmed as I heard the camera click again. "Why don't you rub her with your lovely red manicured nails, that'd make for a really great shot." 

I felt her hand move down between my thighs, while the other pushed one leg to open me up still further. 

"Oh yes baby, your long red nails rubbing her tight virgin pussy...that's so hot," he said, the camera clicks increasing as he watched Mummy pleasure me. The throbbing between my legs was becoming stronger and stronger, I groaned and my head rolled back as I totally succumbed to the erotic experience I was being given.

"My two sexy girls are making Daddy so hard," Mr J said as he put the camera down, and he began to stroke himself while he watched me being pleasured by his wife, her mouth moving up from my breasts to kiss me again, as her fingers continued to slide up and down my open crack. Glancing over at him I was amazed how massive his cock was, perhaps 8 or 9 inches. It was red and purple, swollen and engorged with blood and I wondered how much it would hurt when he put it inside me. I felt drugged and delirious with desire though, and was also hoping that it wouldn't be long as I longed for relief.

"Now push a finger inside," he commanded "and tell Daddy how she feels,"

I felt a finger slide up inside me, easily as I was well juicy.

"She's tight and sopping wet, but so excited it's slipping in easily," she confirmed for him.

"Try two now," he urged, and I felt another finger inserted into me as I watched him looking at me while rubbing his huge cock. I couldn't imagine all of it fitting inside me. 

"Now three and how's she feel now?" 

I felt my pussy stretched as Mrs J obeyed her husband, but it still didn't hurt and I enjoyed the sensations.

"I can feel her tight young pussy gripping them, but she'll yield easily as she's so aroused," she confirmed.

"Then move her so she's sitting with her back to you and hold her legs apart for me," he commanded. 

"It's time for Daddy to enter you little girl" he added as he moved down and knelt on the floor in front of both of us. Mrs J manoeuvred me so that I had my back to her and I felt her hands pull my thighs apart and her legs hooked around my legs to keep them that way. I was now sitting on top of his wife; my dripping pussy spread wide open for him as I waited for Daddy's enormous cock to take my virginity. My legs were locked firmly in position as Mummy's hands moved back up to continue to tweak and tease my breasts and nipples, sending waves of pleasure straight down into my pussy.

He grabbed his camera again and started to snap at the highly erotic picture of us both there on the sofa - blonde headed older woman, holding her teenage pupil wide open for him, and preparing her for what was to come - one hand massaging her breasts while the other felt her open dripping cunt. 

"Slide down a bit Mummy so that I can see both your pussies at the same time." Daddy ordered and I felt her move under me as she obeyed.

"That's it! Perfect shot..." he said as he snapped.

"God yes! One wet hot experienced pussy, under the juicy young pussy in training. Both waiting for Daddy to come and satisfy them." 

The thought of what was about to happen combined with the fingers massaging and stimulating me were too much and I shuddered as a small orgasm overwhelmed me. I felt juice gushing out of me as I came.

"Oh yes, she's so ready for you Daddy," his wife confirmed, as she felt me contract and my juices spray down over her hand and pussy. "Her clit is rock hard."

Putting down the camera he moved across to us and, bending down to kiss first his wife and then me gently on the lips, he knelt between both our legs and pushed his massive cock inside her a few times. She moaned happily behind me and I felt her legs open a bit further.

"You ok to wait darling?" he asked her, and I felt her nod as he withdrew and planted the tip of his cock against my tender entrance. 

"Then time for Daddy to take this little girl's virginity. Relax baby girl. This is just the beginning," he said, smiling reassuringly as I felt the pressure of him pressing against my cunt, no pain, just a tight feeling as I felt him slipping into me and opening me up gradually. I felt the tip of his cock pushing against my cunny and slip a little bit inside. I groaned as I felt myself stretched open, a slight twinge but not painful yet. He rested there a little to allow me to get used to the feeling. It felt good. 

I sighed with pleasure as I felt Mrs J's fingers continue to rub me, the two sensations incredible, my clit on fire as my pussy was gradually stretched wider and wider. 

"Oh yes, such a tight wet virgin cunt - new and unexplored...dying for it - so sopping wet and juicy"he moaned as he pushed what felt like an enormous rock hard rod slowly further inside me. I felt stretched but the fingers rubbing on my clit were making me so horny that I wouldn't care if he was twice as big. I could tell from a muscle going in his neck that it was taking all his effort to go this slow.

"God help me...it's so hard to hold back, my two horny girls under me and the feel of this tight new pussy around me," he spoke in a controlled voice, "I don't know how much longer I can hold on baby!" he said and I wasn't sure if he was speaking to his wife or me.

Mrs J increased her tempo and pressure on my clit and I began to writhe and moan my orgasm building. I felt myself start to shudder and pant with excitement and lust as my body prepared itself for sexual release. I moaned loudly, and he stopped and looked at his wife as she rubbed me harder and harder.

"She's ready now," she said and I felt him stiffen and groan with relief, as he suddenly thrust hard into me. The blinding pain was sudden and I cried out but it mixed with the orgasm that was about to consume me as I started to convulse as Mrs J's fingers did their work on my clit.

"Take my cock little girl," he cried out as I felt him thrust hard against me and there was a sharp pain which made me cry out. Mrs J started pulling on my nipples to increase my arousal once again and then I just felt him sliding in and out of me and a burning, throbbing sensation between my legs which got stronger and stronger each time he entered me. He thrust in and out of me while his wife underneath stimulated me to the biggest orgasm I had ever had - holding me steady for him as I came and thrashed about on her lap as spasm after spasm hit me. He pummelled his huge cock into me again and again as I continued to cum and writhe under him, my cunt juices spraying out across them both as they were forced out of me. 

"Ah, Ah, Ah," I moaned as the orgasm just went on and on and on, until I finally felt him pull out and thrust back into his wife's pussy underneath me. 

"Fuck yes!" she cried out as he rammed into her maybe ten times, each time harder than the last it seemed from the way she moved under me. 

"Yes Daddy, Mummy's gong to cum. Fuck me hard babe!"

"Here it comes babe - take it all ...oh fuuuuuck! "he cried out as with one more enormous thrust he shot his seed into her. I felt them both stiffen and spasm as they came together, in tune with one another, one on top of me and one underneath my sated body. 

Then Mr J collapsed on top of both of us as he'd emptied himself into his wife, and I lay there panting - an 18 year old naked babysitter, sandwiched between this sexy married couple, having just lost my virginity and been given my second lesson of the day. I had been thoroughly deflowered.

So that's it for now diary...until more erotic lessons come my way! I can't wait!



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Dirty Old Man



Carry finished drying off after her shower, wrapped the towel around her, and went into Lacy's room. Kicking the door shut behind her, she tossed the towel onto a chair and picked up a sheer pale blue thong off the bed. As she stepped into it the door opened.

"I'll be ready in about 10 minutes Lacy," she said.

As she straightened up and pulled the thong over her hips she saw Jim, Lacy's Dad, standing in the open door. She froze for a minute while he stood there looking at her nearly naked body before she reached for the towel to cover up with.

"I thought you were still in the shower," Jim said. "I was looking for Lacy."

"Oh, she's outside waiting for me."

He didn't say anything else, just turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Carry shrugged it off. It wasn't the first time he'd walked in on her and seen her naked or nearly so. She finished dressing and went outside to find Lacy.

After dinner that night everyone watched movies in the living room. A couple of times Carry noticed that Jim was staring at her. She realized he could see up her short nightshirt. She spread her legs a bit so he could get a better look at the pale blue thong that barely hid her pussy. She nearly laughed out loud when he groaned and shifted in his chair. When Lacy and Carry got up to go to bed they kissed Glenda, Lacy's Mom, on the cheek goodnight and then Jim. Jim hugged Lacy and then Carry, sliding his hand across her ample tits. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered goodnight.

Lacy and Carry lay in bed talking as usual before going to sleep. The topic was always boys. 

"He kissed me and tried to put his hand up my shirt but I made him stop," Lacy whispered.

"Damn Lacy. Don't be so stuck up. You shouldn't keep telling him no. He isn't going to keep taking you out if you keep making him stop."

"Why? Did you let Casey do that to you?"

"Oh grow up. We're 18, too old to be virgins."

Lacy sat up in the bed and looked down at Carry. "You aren't!?" she almost yelled.

"Nope. And I let Casey do whatever he wants. Now if I could get Brady to want me I'd be happy."

"Tell me about it. Tell me everything; I want every tiny detail," Lacy whispered as she lay back down.

They rolled over facing each other and Carry told her every detail she wanted to know. The whole time she was thinking of Jim's hand on her tit and how that simple touch had sent chills up her spine.

The next day they left the house early and got back around 9:30 p.m. When they got home Glenda was leaving. Her Mom had an emergency and she'd be home late afternoon the next day. Jim was watching tv in the living room. He didn't say anything, just watched Carry when they walked through the room.

Lacy showered in her parents' room while Carry used the hall bath. After showering Carry stood in the bedroom smoothing body lotion over her still damp skin hoping that Jim would come back in and was disappointed when he didn't. Sometime later the girls were just getting into bed when Jim knocked on the door.

"What Daddy?" Lacy said through the closed door.

"I'm going to bed girls. See you tomorrow."

"Goodnight Dad."

"Sweet dreams Jim."

Lying in bed Carry couldn't sleep. She was thinking about Jim, about all the times he'd walked in on her and wondered how accidental it really was. She got up and went into the kitchen. She quietly poured a soda and added ice then went through the sliding glass door onto the porch. She left the door open behind her and stood there looking out at the fields. All she could think about was how Jim had looked at her and how he had touched her. Her pussy was getting wet thinking about it and wondering what it would be like to fuck him.

She didn't hear him come up behind her and she jumped when his arms encircled her. Quickly she relaxed and leaned against him. After a few minutes of silence Jim said, "I heard you and Lacy talking last night."

"Oh. Um, what exactly did you hear?"

"That you aren't a virgin anymore."

"Well, I'm not but I didn't mean for anyone else to hear us talking."

"I heard you telling how much you like the way it feels when those boys touch your bare skin."

Slowly his hands moved down to the bottom of her sleep shirt and then onto her thighs. Gradually he slid his hands up again, under the shirt. His thumb stroked across her pussy making her sigh. She knew it wasn't right for so many reasons. Lacy was her best friend, Jim was 45 yrs old and she was only 18, and Jim was married. She should've made him stop, but it felt too good.

"Oh god," Carry moaned.

"I heard you say that you love the way it feels when they rub your tits."

His hands continued upward, gliding over her stomach to caress her firm tits. Her body trembled under his hands. He leaned down and kissed her neck and ear. 

"I heard you talking about how much you love to feel a dick slide into your wet pussy."

She couldn't help herself. She turned in his arms and kissed him then. At that point there was no going back. That kiss said she wanted him too.

Carry pushed against him and Jim grabbed her ass, lifting her off her feet. Her legs wrapped around him as they kissed again. His fingers dug into her skin he held her so tightly and she could feel his hard dick between her legs. 

"Jim," she whispered.

"Don't tell me to stop. I don't think I can."

"Not on the porch," Carry said.

"You are a very dirty girl," he whispered as he set her back on her feet. She walked into the living room and heard the glass door slide shut behind her when he followed. She led the way down the hall to his room, holding her breath when they passed Lacy's room.

It was dark in his room, but the moonlight coming through the window was enough to be able to see each other. Jim stood near the bed and Carry was backed up against the closed door. She took her shirt off, leaving just her thong on. With a groan he reached for her. His hands fisted in her long blonde hair and he tipped her head back. With a fierceness she'd never known with younger guys he kissed her. One hand glided down her body and eased under the edge of her thong to find her slippery pussy. His fingers plunged inside. She was pinned against the bedroom door, held by his aggressive hands. He fingered her until she was weak in the knees and then picked her up. Putting her down on the bed, Jim stood in front of her. Trembling hands reached for his shorts, the button coming undone easily before the zipper slid down. His cock was short and thick, barely contained in his open shorts. She grabbed his hips to pull him forward so she could get her lips around his throbbing dick.

Holding his dick she eased his shorts open more and let them fall from his thin body to the floor. Looking up at him she began to suck his cock. She stroked and sucked steadily, hearing him moan. His hands were on the back of her head, holding her to him as he pushed his dick further into her eager mouth. Carry knew he would come soon and wanted to taste it. When his come hit the back of her throat she swallowed it all and stroked his dick to get every drop. She leaned back then and he pulled the thong down and off before getting on the bed.

Immediately his rough calloused hands were on her tits. He squeezed and massaged and sucked while moving his body over hers. Soon his still hard cock was rubbing against her wet hole.

"Do you let the boys do this to you?" he said and thrust inside.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as he fucked her, stretching her tight cunt with his thick cock. She wrapped her long legs around him trying to pull him in deeper. In minutes she cried out his name when she came. 

"Shhhh. Don't wake Lacy up."

"Oh god Jim. Don't stop. Oh. Oh, please." Carry begged.

He grabbed her shoulders and rolled them both over. She sat up on him and started to move, feeling his cock deep inside. He rubbed her large tits and she found her rhythm. She rode his dick, making herself come again and again. She slammed down, taking his cock as far as she could into her cunt with each thrust until his come filled her. She stayed astride him a moment then slowly rolled off letting his dick slip from her used pussy.

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the air. 

"Oh god," Jim moaned after a few minutes.

"Jim, are you okay?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Hmmm, yeah."

Carry rolled over onto her stomach and fell sleep listening to the wind outside. Later she awoke when his hand rub across her ass. He was over her, a knee pushing her legs apart. A moan escaped her lips as his finger stroked her pussy once before sliding inside. She spread her legs and lifted her hips higher, moving up onto all fours. Both hands moved to her hips to hold her when his hard cock push against her cunt slightly before plunging inside.

"Oh Yes!" she cried out as he slammed in and out of her pussy. She pushed back against him with each thrust wanting more. He grabbed her long hair and pulled her head back as he pummeled her cunt. Carry tried not to cry out as he got rougher and rougher. The mix of pain and pleasure were thrilling. 

"Do the boys do this to you? Do they make you come?" he growled.

"Does Glenda let you fuck her like this? Does she take it when you get rough? Does it make her come?"

He didn't answer but leaned forward and bit her shoulder then kissed it to soothe the sting. He pulled her hair harder, forcing her head back, and bit her neck. He sucked it, kissed the soreness away while he kept pounding into her from behind. Her pussy was aching from the roughness and from being fucked so much by a thick cock in one night. The ache didn't matter though, she pushed back against him, eager for all of it.

"Do you like it rough little girl?" he said in her ear.

"Don't stop. Make me come."

With that he fucked her so hard she fell forward on her elbows. He pulled back and then rammed into her slick pussy over and over until her body shook with orgasm. Suddenly his cock slipped from her abused cunt and his hot come spurt across her ass. She groaned and collapsed when he released her hair.

"Did I hurt you?" he said quietly.

"I'm alright."

He lay down beside her and pulled her curled body close to him. He kissed and stroked her head until she stopped trembling. After a few minutes he got up and left the room. When he came back she was sitting up.

"Where did you go?"

"To check on Lacy. You should go back to her bed."

"I'm going to take a shower first." She got off the bed and picked the clothes up off the floor.

Taking her arm he turned her to face him.

"You have a few choices to make now. You can keep your mouth shut and this never happened. You can tell someone but I'll deny it. You can keep your mouth shut and we can do this again. It is all up to you Carry."

"You're a dirty old man Jim. Glenda not put out often enough or just not like your style?"

He laughed. "Glenda doesn't fuck like an 18 year old girl anymore."

"I can keep my mouth shut if you can. As for it happening again, I don't know. We may never have a chance."

By the time her shower was finished it was sunrise so she stayed up. When Lacy and Jim came into the living room a little later he acted like he always did towards her. Lacy never knew and neither did Glenda. But every time she stayed the night after that Jim was watching. He'd walk in on her shower or while she was changing clothes. She stopped wearing panties at his request so he could get to her pussy easier. Over the next few years they managed to find many times to be alone and he'd fuck Carry until her cunt ached. She never tired of his dick.



Dirty Old Man



Today I turned 50. I am officially half a century old, I've been a widow for nearly twenty years widow, owner of the largest product custom making corporation in the United States as a high ranking competitor in the world, a father of twin boys, grandfather to a set of triplets and another set of twins. Me being a widow is the only downer I suppose.

Sorry, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Duke Crain. Again, I am 50 years old, with the body of a 30 year old athletic fighter. I am 6'3", weighing at 225 pounds, big hands and feet, big lips, packing width more than length in my pants, which mirrors my way of business. My sons are throwing me this birthday party because they said I'm 50.

So inside this hotel banquet hall I'm sitting and being congratulated by people I don't know, people I never met, some family members whom I haven't talked to in years, and business associates. I told my sons not to do this. That I wanted to spend the day with them playing dominoes, shooting the breeze, visit their mother's grave, and to have a few words from each other said for her. But no, they want to be good sons and throw a party. I feel stressed out here.

"Dad, come and mingle. It's your party after all." One of my sons nags.

"I'm coming Count." So you can imagine what my other son is called.

"I see you got him out of his chair." My other son jokes.

"Funny Don." It was my late wife's idea to name them this way. Duke and Duchess with their sons Count and Don. I'm proud of my boys because they carved out their lives the way they should. Hard-work and brains is the motto of our family.

"Dad, I'd like you to meet Ms. Romble. She is a writer and journalist." Count introduces

"Pleased to meet you Ms. Romble." He shakes her hand. Strong grip she has. "Been enjoying the party my sons are throwing?" I ask.

"Pleased to meet you too Mr. Cain. And yes, I am enjoying the party." Ms. Romble answers.

Duke takes in Ms. Romble's figure. She comes up to just above his abs, her body is defining with curves. He calculates that her weight has to be within the 200 range. It's been a while since he has laid eyes upon such heavily beauty.

"What is your current project?" I ask with lustful intrigue.

"As of now I've been trying my hand at autobiographies." She answers.

"Dip into everything eh?"

"Something like that." She gives a small giggle and I make a note of the dimple in her cheek and the cute double chin. Her deep, ebony skin is exquisite.

Duke and Ms. Romble continue their conversation until Count has to interrupt and have his father meet and greet the other guests. The ceremony goes on and mostly Duke spends his time with his boys and grandchildren while taking peeks and glances at Ms. Romble. For a man at age 50 his penis is nowhere near flaccid for a man at his milestone. Already he has several scenarios involving the young, pretty, and hefty writer. She has to be at most half his age, but he believes more along the lines of 30 to 33.

Yes, Duke is ready to make his presence well known into Ms. Romble. The party didn't wind down until about three hours in. There was dancing, and of course he couldn't turn down his granddaughters' invitations to dance. Family comes first to Duke and his late wife did much to instill that into him. That, and her unbelievable sexcapades.

Duke and Duchess first met around the tender age of 10. Duke was always a boy more bigly than the average, but he kept to himself. Duchess was and remained the chubby girl everyone saw as nice and easy to use. Duke met Duchess in a park where she was being bullied. He ran over to help and had to fight off two older boys. He lost, but he did the right thing and walked her home. Duchess kissed him on the lips without reserve, his first. Since then he was hooked. They never officially dated until high-school. Before that, Duchess would use him to experiment things she heard from the other girls. Duke just agreed, but at the same time a different Duke was awakening.

Duke realized just how much he enjoyed the carnality of attraction and attaining. When he entered junior high he dedicated himself to shaping his body. He didn't care so much for strength rather than functionality, flexibility, and fitness. He played sports only to help with keeping his focus on working out. Duchess still had her practice dummy, so to speak, but she knew Duke would be hers regardless how many girls he went out with.

Duke and Duchess became an item freshman year and were practically inseparable from then on. Same for college and everything in-between. Their parents tried to break them up and Duke and Duchess did so to appease them, still, no matter who they tried giving a chance Duchess ended up in Duke's bed, sometimes with his penis in her mouth, or vice verse.

When Duchess died, due to cancer, Duke spent his days with his boys more rather than at his company. Many a times the board wanted to fire him due to neglecting of duties; but their threats, whether real or not, didn't faze him. Duke is still human and a man nonetheless. Every once in a while he had to get rid of the built up tension because the thoughts of his late wife were not dissipating. He doesn't pay for sex because he works his body and mind, and for far too long and too much for that.

Chasing women has never been his thing either, but he puts himself on display in order for the female to come to him. Yes, he whores himself out, but in a classy way. Through the years he had maybe three serious relationships, one leading to him becoming engaged. That didn't end well because the woman didn't want to sign a pre-nup.

"Mr. Cain, how would you describe yourself?" Ms. Romble asks breaking into his thoughts.

"A man with needs and wants." I answer.

"Isn't that everyone?" Ms. Romble rebuts.

"I wouldn't know. Basically if you aren't my grandchildren I don't too much want to hear about your complaints. This for an article Ms. Romble?" I ask suspiciously.

"Maybe. My job allows me to meet interesting people. I try to get words and quotes from them because it's a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine." She admits.

"And I'm your current target eh?" I say with slight joy.

"Something like that. So tell me, what are your needs and wants?"

"My needs are peace. My wants are sixty seconds."

"Sixty seconds?"

"Yes, sixty seconds."

"What is sixty seconds, besides a minute?"

"Ms. Romble..."

"Edith." She corrects.

"Edith, I want to cum for sixty seconds straight." Edith can't believe what Duke said. She had to lean back a bit because the air between them seemed to have been halved with that statement. Duke stares into Edith's eyes without flinching. He dares her to make the first move. Edith wants to, but there is such a thing as decorum.

"Ms. Edith, today I turned 50. I'm set in my ways and just starting my golden years. You still have youthful exuberance within you while mine is gone, and replaced with an experience that keeps me to stay aware of my age and to remain vigilant of my health. I am blessed that I have the insight to remain sharp to keep what body I have and a mind that is still willing to learn new things. So, on that note, here is my number. I have grandkids to attend to tonight and sons to show up once again. Call if you have the need to do so." I proposition.

Edith truly saw Duke for what he is: strong and perverse. She couldn't believe that his wife was able to keep him in check. He keeps all that he is within himself and unleashes it unto the unsuspecting woman who dares to cross his path. It's not anger, or despair, just lust. He was reined in way too early, and Edith wonders if that was a good thing.

After the party, Duke said his goodbyes and wished his grand kids good night. His sons hug him at the same time and drive off to take their children home with their wives. Duke didn't really get along with his sons' wives because he saw the man-trap they set for them. His sons fell for it on purpose, but they are protected just in case they try to pull something. His sons are nice men and can trust people. Duke raised them to be because he didn't want them being him.

Duke arrives at his home and breathes in deeply. The same house he shared with Duchess. Memories never cease in this humble abode and he likes it that way. The thoughts of her using him as a lab rat, when she discovered denial torture, were some of the most fun days he had. Her techniques and skills were exemplary and he didn't complain until she finally made him cum. She worked her experiment so well she knew how to make him release certain ways. Depending on her mood she would make it runoff or shoot in the air.

"She tried so hard to please us at the same time. Oh my Duchess, never forgotten you will be." At that moment his cell phone rings. "Hello?" I answer.

"I have a need to be met." A voice says with craving.

"Edith? Oh, hey, how you doing?" I play.

"Don't play games. I have a..."

"A need to be met. I know. Well, is there a particular way, or should I go by instinct on how it should be done?" I list.

"I want to be challenged." Edith decrees.

"You will lose. Not being cocky or arrogant, it just the way things are to going to happen. Are you prepared to lose?" I warn.

"Shall see if that aged body of yours can keep up." Edith disputes.

"963 Kings Corner. I'm pretty sure you can figure out the rest." Duke hangs up and goes take a shower. Afterwards he checks himself in a full length mirror. He looks at the scratches, scrapes, and scars he received from those many times he disobeyed Duchess on purpose to make her angry with him. Even now, he feels her sexy, chunky presence behind him; looking him over and touching him with a softness of paws. His penis rises, all six inches long and seven around. Women could barely deep throat him.

"Duchess, what would you have me do?" Duke says out loud. He goes and puts on some elastic boxer underwear and a t-shirt. He walks down stairs and fixes a smoothie made of orange, strawberry, and banana. He drinks it down slowly enjoying its taste. Duchess made him into a healthy husband for her own benefit really, but Duke didn't complain. He knew how to push her buttons and make her his begging kitty cat. The door bell rings and he walks with his drink in hand. He opens the door and sees Edith in a night gown. It's black and silky.

"Came ready it seems. Please enter." Duke extends his arm showing her the way in. Edith steps through the threshold and looks at the quaint homestead. She expected more; considering the time that has gone by since his wife's death. She can tell he carries, even now, a strong, burning torch for his passed away wife.

Duke comes up from behind and gropes her ass. Edith jumps a little at his inhuman, strong grip. He looks down at her and has only a slight smile on his face as if approving her shape, and size, for this ordeal. Duke feels her grasp on his shaft. He can practically taste her need to worship his member. He pulls away, and turns her around.

"What's the first challenge?" She asks with confidence.

"Cute. The challenge has already begun. Sit down." Edith sits on his couch. Duke spreads her legs with his own still standing. He takes a gulp from his smoothie without taking his eyes off hers. Edith's lower regions quiver. Duke reaches down and finds her button with ease. He twirls his index fingertip over her clit. Edith breathes sharply. She tries not to laugh.

Duke goes to one knee and jams his thick thumb inside her wet pussy. She raises herself a little on her hands and throws her head back. Her lower body shakes violently. Duke takes another small sip of his smoothie.

Edith takes her breasts out and begins pinching her nipples. Duke watches the reactive motions of pleasure pushing Edith into delirium. He pours some smoothie on her right titty and slurps up the thick liquid and taking care to give attention to her areola. He still hasn't relinquished his fingers and his pace slowly increases speed. Edith finally cums and tries to settle into the orgasm but Duke grabs her right leg and turns her over. Still holding his glass of smoothie he takes another sip.

Edith props herself on her hands but Duke slaps her bottom in disagreement.

"What's wrong?" She asks with lewd fear.

"Ass up, face down." He takes another sip without looking away. Edith does as she is told. Duke pours the liquid on the crack of her butt. The cold shock makes her whimper in excitement. Duke watches the substance make its way to her pussy. Watching the smoothie mesmerizes him on how it finds its way to Edith's juice box.

Duke starts by only using his tongue and washes her anus. He tastes the fruit and her sex secretions all molded into one. He swallows the combination without regard and moves to her vagina. The liquid has dripped onto his couch, but there's still remnants on her wet hole. He laps it up out and inside.

Edith bucks back into his face. "Yes, that feels good. I'm almost there!" Duke doesn't deal in almost. He pinches her clitoris and sends Edith over her steep edge. Edith convulses but in mid-orgasm Duke shoves his grown-manhood inside.

"Oh My Fucking God!" Edith enunciates loudly.

"Take it well, because I plan to." Duke grabs and pulls her hair. He doesn't allow a reprieve in between his strokes. He searches for her spot as he digs deep within her regions. "Where is it? Don't make go deeper. I will find it; one way or another." Duke mandates. He continues his assault.

Edith with her neck pulled back to its limit and still receiving the fucking of her life. She chokes on her screams and grunts. She whimpers on the verge of crying, inwardly pleading to make this experience last forever. Edith has had her share of young to older lovers, but Duke shows them up with ease. A monster she realizes.

Duke increases his speed by bending his upper-body downward and rotates his hips with more grinding action. He finds the elusive g-spot and tags it with each entry. Edith manages deep, resonant moans which each thrust.

"Oh god, I'm creaming!" And cream she does. Duke looks at his dick and sees the thick, vanilla coating all over his penis. He takes his weapon out and watches droplets fall off his tip.

"Come and see what you have done." Duke commands. Edith turns around and eyeballs her mess. She is hungry for a taste. Duke adds some smoothie and Edith immediately tastes her treat. She uses no hands and Duke guides her throat to his hilt. Edith gags slightly and comes off. She practically cleaned him in one full motion. The remainder lingers waiting to be devoured.

She looks up to Duke and he takes another gulp without looking away. She grabs his stick and begins her sucking. Back and forth she goes and Duke breathes through the pleasure. Soon, very soon, he will shoot in her mouth.

With a gritted teeth grunt he releases. Edith is surprised by the sheer volume of his sperm. His member flexes with a wave like motion. Edith finally takes her mouth off and she breathes. Partly she swallowed, some just happened to fall down her throat, and all the rest came out the sides of her mouth. Duke is still drinking his smoothie and finally finishes it off. He licks his lips and exhales with satisfaction.

"You lose." I say with barely any emotion.

"What?" She asks dumbfounded.

"Look at my penis." I direct.

Edith sees his dick. It's still at attention without any signs of flaccidity. Duke bounces it up and down, taunting her because of her futile effort.

"What are you going to do now? The guy is still ready. Needs have not been met." I declare.

"I'll show you, old fool." Edith says with faulty brashness.

"That's Mr. Dirty Old Fool to you." I appreciate. Duke takes her in missionary, and Edith not knowing the long haul and burden she must bare in order to satisfy whom only his late wife could.



Dirty Old Man & Alice



Alice was bored. At eighteen she was old enough to be on her own but she still lived at home and with both of her parents working 50+ hours a week she was bored out of her skull most of the time and she wasn't allowed to have friends over when they weren't home. She'd already done her chores, finished a book, and surfed the net and it was only 11:00 a.m. Usually she could spend all day looking up porn, one of her favorite things to do but recently her Mom had found a few pictures she'd downloaded and forgot to delete. She'd blamed it on Alice's Dad and when they'd argued Alice had been forced to admit it was her. Her punishment was child level restrictions on their account which basically meant she could check her email and that was it. Now she was sitting on the front porch catching what little breeze she could and she noticed her neighbor, Mr. Burns, out in his garden. He was an older man, older than her father but other than the deep lines across his forehead and creasing his mouth like deep parenthesis' he didn't look bad. She'd always thought of him as a bit sexy with his thick head of salt & pepper hair and his body was pretty toned from all the yard work he did in his garden. He was a bit of a mystery in the neighborhood. He was friendly but kept to himself. He lived alone and rarely had visitors. Alice had heard her parents friends whispering that they wondered if he was gay since he never seemed to have girlfriends. He did have a couple of nieces that visited from college every few months or so. Alice had met one of them getting the mail one day and she'd told her that she was going to the University upstate and stayed with her uncle when she couldn't fly home. The other girl came at different times but had told a friend of Alice's Mom almost the same story about her situation. Alice had become increasingly curious about Mr. Burns over the summer. She could swear that she'd caught him watching her a few times and once when she was laying out in the backyard, topless she'd heard some rustling on his side of the shared hedge and had been convinced he'd been over there, although she didn't see or hear anything else when she'd walked closer to check. 

Now, she watched as he shoveled mulch from a wheelbarrow into a flower bed and faced with another monotonous day stretching before her she impulsively stood and walked across the yard. As she approached Mr. Burns straightened and wiped his brow. "Hello Alice," his voice was deep and throaty.

"Hi, Mr. Burns... I was just wondering if you wanted any help? " 

"Oh, surely you have other things you'd rather be doing on a nice summer day"

"Not really," Alice replied. "I'm not allowed to have friends over, I'm grounded, and I can't get a job until I get my permanent license in the Fall."

"But you're more than old enough to drive aren't you Alice?" 

"I am but Mom & Dad are strict and didn't want me to get my license until I was out of high school. Now they're putting off letting me get it until Fall. It's a long story."

"Well, if you want to, you can weed that bed over there, while I get some more mulch. I suppose some help would be nice." With that, Mr. Burns winked at her and grabbed the wheelbarrow, heading off to the backyard where he had a large pile of mulch next to an enormous workshop.

Alice bent over and began pulling the few weeds that had come up around a grouping of flowers. Mr. Burns really was in good shape for an old guy and she let her mind drift to some of the websites she'd found with older men spanking younger girls. She'd always found them appealing and none of the men on those websites were nearly as good looking as Mr. Burns.

Suddenly she was dying to know if he really was gay or if she was right that she'd caught him looking at her with more than passing interest.

She glanced down at herself, suddenly conscious of how she was dressed. Cut-off denim shorts, not too short but they were from low-rise jeans so they only came up to just below her belly button. Her t-shirt was a little baggy but it was thin and she could see the outline of her black bra beneath the faded pink fabric. Feigning more heat than she felt, Alice quickly tied her t-shirt up just under her bra so her smooth stomach and waist showed. Mr. Burns would come from behind so she bent down on her knees and leaned far into the bed so all he would see when he rounded the corner was her ass high in the air, shorts stretched tight. 

It took about an hour to finish weeding and mulching the remaining flower beds. Alice took every opportunity to show off her body. Her breasts weren't huge but they were a nice round 34C with nipples that pointed up and were nice and long when she got horny. Her legs were long for her only 5'5" frame, making her look a bit taller than she really was. Her blond shoulder length hair was tied up in a ponytail on top of her head and luckily she'd taken the time to put on a little make-up this morning although some of it she'd sweated off. 

When the last bit of mulch was patted down, Mr. Burns stepped back in satisfaction and thanked her for a job well done. "You can come over and help me out, anytime," he said, smiling. And then he winked again. Alice was still unsure if he was just being nice to someone he perceived as a kid or if he was looking at her as the horny teen that she felt like. 

"Thirsty?" Mr. Burns asked as he laid down his rake.

Alice nodded and followed as he waved her to follow him toward a door on the side of his house.

His kitchen was clean and modern with sleek lines and not a lot of clutter unlike their kitchen at home. Through a doorway she could see a great room with a black dining table and gray couch & chairs in front of a large screen t.v. 

Mr. Burns pulled out a pitcher of iced tea and a bottle of wine. He poured the tea in a tall slim glass and set it in front of her and then a glass of wine for himself.

"I always reward my gardening efforts with a glass of wine," he chuckled. "And then I tend to finish the bottle before the evening is through. Nice to have some company for a change."

They chatted for awhile. 

Alice told him about her parents jobs & hectic schedules, a bit about school and some of her friends and he told her that he'd been married and divorced once but didn't have a lot of family and enjoyed his simple life of gardening. He did a bit of freelance writing from time to time but he'd received a modest inheritance years ago and was pretty comfortable, as he put it.

"So, why are you grounded," he asked after a bit. 

Alice started to lie then became too intrigued with where the subject matter could take them.

"Well, my parents caught me looking up porn" Alice blushed as she said it, "and they restricted my internet."

Mr. Burns looked surprised for just an instant and then he broke out in a hearty laugh.

"How old are you , Alice?"

"I just turned eighteen. I finished high school this year but I'm still debating college."

"And you don't have your own computer?"

"No, Mom & Dad have laptops they take to work and then we all share the main computer."

"And why don't you work and have your own money by now?"

"My parents thought I was too wild to have my license during high school and they won't let me commit to a job until I can drive myself there and back without them needing to pick me up." "They're busy," she stated as an afterthought.

"I'm sure they are," Mr. Burns said quietly and then seemed lost in thought for a moment.

"Come here, Alice," he said, rising and walking out into the great room.

Alice hesitated for only a moment before following him through the carpeted great room and into a hardwood hallway. At the end of the hall Mr. Burns opened a door and disappeared inside. 

Alice's heart was pounding as she envisioned his bedroom, was she really ready for this, but then was disappointed when she walked in to his home office. He had a large desk with tons of equipment on shelves all around it, a comfy padded leather desk chair, and a matching loveseat completed the furnishings. Bookshelves lined one wall and were stuffed full of all kinds of books and interesting little objects and boxes. 

Mr. Burns was leaning over a small cabinet next to his desk and when he straightened back up he was holding a small, slim, laptop.

"This is wi-fi compatible," he said handing her the computer. "If I loan it to you can you keep it from your parents?"

Alice was flabbergasted. "Of course," she gushed, "thank you so much. Are you sure you don't need it?"

"Not at all, I use it when I travel and I don't have any trips planned soon."

"Wow, Mr. Burns, how can I ever thank you?"

"Oh, we'll think of a way. But, right now, Alice, I really need a shower and you probably do too."

Alice knew he was giving her an easy way out and she could leave right now, with a computer to boot but after all the wondering and build-up she was sopping wet and horny as hell and she needed to know if there was any chance of anything happening.

"Well, I could thank you by staying here and showering with you," she said softly.

"Unless I've been totally mistaken that you might want that," she added quickly, "in which case I'm so embarrassed and I'll just leave."

Mr. Burns settled back in his desk chair while Alice stood awkwardly in the doorway.

"I'd love nothing more than to shower with you Alice, but you would have to go into it knowing that there's more to it than that."

Alice was puzzled and knit her brows together.

"What do you mean?" she asked nervously.

"What I mean is that I find you amazingly sexy but I'm into what is referred to as an alternative lifestyle.

You see Alice, I am only interested in relationships with passive women. When it comes to sex, I need to be in control and I don't want to scare you away but I'm not convinced that you are ready to handle what I would want to do with you."

Alice was shocked. She'd been envisioning letting Mr. Burns, the nice old man, fuck her as if she was doing him a favor and here he was ready to turn her down because she was young and inexperienced.

She didn't know what to say and she knew she was blushing furiously.

"Are you a virgin, Alice?"

"No," Alice shook her head.

"Tell me about you sexual experiences, then."

"I lost my virginity to a boyfriend. We broke up a couple of months ago."

"And, how many different boys have you been with?"

"Two," Alice answered quietly.

"And, who was the second?"

"My next boyfriend," Alice answered. "We dated right after I broke up with Brad and then he broke up with me a couple of weeks ago."

"Okay," Mr. Burns seemed to think about this. "Tell me, Alice, what is the wildest thing sexually that you've done?"

Alice thought about it for a moment. She was surprisingly calm having this conversation now that her heart had settled back into a normal pattern.

"Well, I guess it was the time Rob and I, that was the second boyfriend, were having sex in his parents pool and they came outside."

"So, you got caught..."

"No, not really. It was dark and we were doing it with him behind me. His parents knew we were in the pool but they only came out to sit at a table closer to the house. So, Rob just slowed down but never pulled out, I guess to them it just looked like he was hugging me from behind. They started talking to us about their night and he kept fucking me really slowly."

"Okay, that's not bad." Mr. Burns nodded.

"Alice, what would you do if I told you to take your shirt off."

Now Alice's heart was beating hard again. She could believe she was saying it, even as she did...

"I would take it off."

Mr. Burns seemed to study her for a minute.

"Put the computer on the desk, Alice, and then take your shirt off."

Alice moved robotically to the desk and laid the computer down, then she stepped back to where she'd been standing by the door.

She pulled off her shirt in one quick movement and dropped it at her feet.

"Now your shorts." 

Alice pushed her shorts down and stepped out of them.

Her underwear were boycut hip-huggers and were visibly wet at the crotch.

"Bra" Mr. Burns stated simply as he settle back in his chair and unzipped his own twill shorts.

Alice slipped her bra off and watched as he freed his cock. It was on the bigger side of average from what she'd seen on the internet. A bit longer than normal and quite a but thicker than normal. Mr. Burns seemed totally at ease as he casually stroked his cock.

"Take your underwear off but don't drop them."

Alice slipped off her underwear.

"Put the crotch to your nose and smell them."

Alice colored once again but felt an electric surge go straight to her nipples and clit at being ordered to do something so dirty.

She did it and was amazed that it didn't disgust her.

"Now, put your tongue out, Alice, and taste yourself on your underpants."

Alice felt outside of her body as she felt her tongue rasping across the damp crotch of her underwear and Mr. Burns seemed to be stroking himself even more quickly.

"You can drop the underwear now, Alice, and use your hands to touch your tits."

Alice did this immediately, caressing and pinching her own nipples was something she loved doing.

"Good girl... pinch them hard" he encouraged as he watched her play with her nipples. 

"Now, touch your pussy."

Alice put one hand between her legs. Her outer lips were thick and she slid one finger between them, rubbing against her clit.

"Very nice, Alice, you've been very obedient."

"Come here and stand in front of me," he demanded.

Alice moved in front of him and straddled his knees as he indicated.

"Put your hands behind your head and entwine your fingers."

Alice did and glanced down at the effect. Her already pert breasts were even higher and her nipples were rock hard. With her legs straddling the chair and Mr. Burns' legs her pussy was wide open.

"Now, you must keep your arms and hands in that position, Alice, or I will have to punish you."

Alice trembled but nodded.

She groaned aloud as Mr. Burns finally cupped her breasts with his large, rough hands. His callused skin on her nipples was like nothing she had ever felt before and even when he pinched her nipples roughly and pulled them out from her body she could only groan in pleasure.

"It hurts a little, doesn't it," he asked her, "but it feels good too?"

Alice nodded and groaned a yes.

His hand roamed her tits for a minute longer and then dropped down her sides and back, caressing their way down to her nicely rounded ass. 

He grabbed her ass firmly, squeezing and massaging.

Alice's arms and legs were getting tired but the pleasure she was feeling too precedence over the discomfort.

Finally, Alice felt his thick fingers find her pussy, rubbing her juices around, sliding back and forth across her engorged clit. With one hand in front of her, rubbing her clit, he brought his other hand in from behind until his fingers were pinching against her clit, from front to back. Alice moaned aloud and dropped her hand to Mr. Burns' head to brace herself. 

"Hand back up!" Mr. Burns ordered sharply and gave her clit a quick hard pinch that brought tears to her eyes.

Alice's hands flew back up to her head and Mr. Burns continued his assault on her pussy. One thick finger still played over her clit and the other found her tight hole. She gasped as he entered her and before she'd acclimated to the feel he shoved a second finger in with the first. 

Minutes flew by as Mr. Burns pumped first two and then three fingers in and out of her increasingly sore pussy. He added an assault on her nipples as his mouth found first one, then the other, sucking them hard into his mouth and then biting them gently with his teeth. 

After a minute or two of this his left hand withdrew from between her legs and he pulled her down onto his lap, his cock straining against her sopping pussy.

"Bring your arms down and brace yourself on the arms of the chair."

He guided her hands to the arms of his desk chair so she could support herself and then he pushed her up and guided her cunt so that it was poised over his cock.

His arms went through hers and up around her back to brace her shoulders and then with once quick movement he jerked her down so that she was instantly fully impaled on his cock.

Alice screamed out and he chuckled and began pumping slowly in and out of her.

"God, Alice, you are so tight," he murmured. "I can't wait to explore every inch of you."

Alice was on the verge of coming now and was rocking happily on his cock with no prompting from him.

He took this opportunity to grab her bouncing tits and roll and pinch her nipples roughly while she squirmed. 

Suddenly, he stopped her, pulling her close against him. 

"Did you come yet?" he asked her breathing heavily.

"Not yet," she almost cried. "I was so close!"

"Me too, darlin, but we have one more thing to take care of before either of us can come."

"What?" she asked innocently.

"Your punishment," he answered blandly. 

She looked confused.

"You let your arms drop earlier, without permission. Have you even been spanked, Alice?"

Alice felt a little trill of fear, but also excitement. 

"Not since I was a little girl," she answered. 

"You're still a little girl," Mr. Burns chuckled. "My little girl."

"I want you to bend over the back of the loveseat over there."

The loveseat was about waist high and as Alice bent over it she realized it was the perfect height for her ass to be fully exposed and perfectly positioned for him to spank her as he stood beside her or for that matter to fuck her from behind. It also faced a large bay window that overlooked the backyard. Until now the curtains had been closed but Mr. Burns suddenly swept them open. His yard overlooked a small stream and then across the stream was a small park where some of the locals walked their dogs and sat and chatted at the rustic picnic tables. There was nobody there right now but Alice still felt fully exposed.

"Don't worry," Mr. Burns chuckled. "Nobody can see in during the day even if the curtains are open, now at night, that's a different story."

Moving to the side of her he asked if she was ready.

She nodded, biting her lip.

"It's not that bad, Alice, in fact I suspect you'll end up liking it. We'll start with 20 and just by my hand. You have to count every one though and you mustn't try to cover your ass with your hands or anything like that or we start over."

The first three hits weren't too bad but as the stinging sensation built Alice began to tear up. She also realized that the pain was not turning her off at all, in fact her clit was getting just enough stimulus with every hit to bring her even closer to her delayed orgasm.

At twenty Mr. Burns seemed to stand back and admire her reddened ass.

Then he moved in behind her and laid his cock against the crack of her ass as his hands patted and rubbed the sore flesh of her backside.

His cock slipped into the wet cleft of her pussy lips but he made no move to enter her, instead letting his cock rub up and down the slippery wetness, just hitting her clit enough to drive her crazy but not to satisfy her. 

As she groaned and writhed beneath him he used both hands to separate her ass cheeks. Her virgin asshole was a tight pink pucker, glossy with juices that had been dripping down from her pussy. 

"Did your boyfriends ever lick your pussy, Alice" he asked as he dropped to his knees behind her.

"Not really," she answered in a muffled voice. "Rob tried to once or twice but he didn't like to and he usually just ended up using his fingers instead."

"What a shame." Mr. Burns answered.

He used his tongue to lick slowly from her clit all the way to her asshole, holding her fleshy lips back with his fingers. Again, he licked over her clit and moved slowly back but this time as he got to her pussy he worked his tongue in as deep as it would go and wiggled it steadily back and forth. Alice had never felt anything like this and she squealed aloud.




Dr. Parker



Just a few more chapters to go.

Thanks for reading. 

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Jill woke up, confused by the sounds she was hearing. Searching through her foggy mind, she realized it was the sounds of waves crashing on a beach. This confused her further. While she lived in San Francisco, she was nowhere near the ocean. She felt a warm breeze, light and fragrant

She raised up, holding the covers to her chest, it had registered she was naked. She heard a small sigh, and realized she wasn't alone in the bed. Looking over, she saw a well muscled, broad back and tousled blond hair, so fine it looked platinum. She let out a small squeak, and the man turned.

Mike Hogue!

She felt a few seconds of pure terror.

He grinned at her.

"Morning, sunshine. Sleep well?"

She leaped off the bed, wrapping the sheet around her.

"What happened? Where are we? What have you done?"

He was naked also, and her eyes involuntarily went to his crotch. He was sporting his morning wood, and it was impressive.

"I guess Mrs. Madison wasn't kidding." flitted through her brain.

"Done? We haven't done anything, you went right to sleep when we arrived. Breakfast?"

He got up, his morning erection noticeable, even though she tried not to look.

"Come on Jilly, you need a shower."

He reached out for her and she shrank back against the wall. A frown creased his face.

"Come on, don't be difficult. I do not like difficult people."

"Help!" she screamed, trying to run. He easily caught her arm and held her up against the wall.

"Jilly, I'm trying to make this pleasant. If you insist, I can make it very unpleasant. Now when I release you, I want you to walk into the bathroom and shower. Hurry up, breakfast will be served soon."

He let her go and she tried to run. When he caught her she tried to scratch his face. His demeanor changed instantly. He picked her up and threw her on the bed, ripping the sheet off her. He jumped on top of her, his six foot six frame bearing down on her five foot five. He had her on her stomach, straddling her. She felt his erection nestling between her legs.

He grabbed her arms and pinned them on her back. Leaning down he whispered "I wish you hadn't been difficult. What you're about to get is just the tip of the iceberg if you persist."

The next thing she knew his large hand crashed down on her bare ass. He spanked her ten times while she squealed and screamed. Slow measured strokes, delivered while he talked.

"When I let you loose, you WILL go into the bathroom and shower. If you don't, we repeat the whole exercise, only it'll be twenty instead of then. Resist after that, and I'll use a ping pong paddle. Do you understand?"

He had let go of her hands and had grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. She snuffled and hiccuped for a few seconds. He tugged her hair forcing her head back even farther.

"Do you understand? Answer me girl!"

"Yes...I understand."

Mike patted her butt gently.

"Good. When we're done showering, I'll rub some lotion on, it'll make you feel better."

He got off the bed and held the bathroom door open. She lay there until she saw him frown, then jumped up hurriedly. The bathroom was huge. The shower could easily hold four people and not get crowded. It had six overhead sprays as well as six horizontal.

Mike had turned on two overheads, at opposite ends. He climbed in and looked back. She hesitantly got under the spray.

"That wasn't so bad, was it? I hope I got what you needed."

She checked the caddy. It was filled with the body washes, gels, shampoos and conditioners she liked. it looked a great deal like her caddy at home.

He ignored her, cleaning himself with his back to her. She showered with her back to the wall, watching his every move.

"Come over here, Jilly. Wash my back for me, please? I'll return the favor."

He soaped up his cloth and handed it to her, turning his back. She looked at the cloth for a moment before slowly rubbing it across his back, lightly. He sighed with contentment before turning around and soaping up her cloth. When he told her to turn she submitted slowly, almost trance like. He gently washed her from the top of her shoulders to the bottom of her back. He patted her bottom gently and handed her the cloth.

"There, all done. That wasn't so bad, was it? Your hairdryer is on the counter. When you're all put together meet us on the veranda. It's very nice out this morning."

He paused at the door, looking back.

"I'll lay what you will be wearing today on the bed. Make sure that is ALL you have on when you join us. Don't disappoint me, Jilly. I don't handle disappointment well."

She held the hairdryer in her hands. It was the same model she had at home, and all off the perfumes, makeup, and deodorants were her favorites.

She tried to understand what was going on. The last thing she remembered was saying good night to her assistant and walking to her car.

Jill stayed in the bathroom as long as she could. When she finally came out all she found on the bed was a tiny thong. She was dining with people dressed like this? No way!

She walked to the land side of what was apparently a house and opened the door, a vague thought of wrapping a sheet around her and running down the street looking for help. There was no street, no neighbors, just jungle crowding up to the edge of the well manicured lawn. Where the hell was she? Hearing a noise she turned quickly.

There was an Hispanic woman slightly smaller than her standing there. All she had on was a thong similar to hers.

"Come" she said, "breakfast is being served, and Mike is getting impatient. You can relax, no one will hurt you if you just listen to what he says."

She gently took her hand and led her back through the house to the veranda. She balked at the door but the woman tugged her hand, forcing her out.

There was a table covered with a large umbrella. Mike sat at the table, along with a tall blonde woman, also dressed in a thong. She knew who she was. Edie Montrose, his personal assistant. That would make the Hispanic woman Chantal, their secretary. She couldn't remember her last name.

Mike stood as she reached the table, pulling back a chair and seating her, then Chantal.

"Thank you for joining us. This is Edie and Chantal. They were nice enough to join us on this little vacation. Juice? It's just been squeezed."

She soon had a glass of juice and a cup of coffee in front her. The coffee smelled rich, delicious. She splashed a bit of fresh cream into a cup, took a sip, and for the first time since she rose, smiled. Mike smiled back.

"It's locally grown. If you like, I'll have some delivered to your office once a month. It's most addictive."

She almost relaxed, looking out over the beach to the bluest water she had ever seen. The sand was so white it looked like refined sugar. Chantal was chattering away almost child like while Edie and Mike smiled at her. The professional in her wondered what their dynamic was. She realized Mike was talking to her.

"It's beautiful here, isn't it? I thought you would like it. A few days in the sun, without distractions, will do you a lot of good."

"A few days? You can't just kidnap me like this! I have responsibilities, inquires will be made."

"Jilly, Jilly" he said with reproach in his voice, "don't worry yourself. I took care of it. Your assistant got an email from you Friday night. You've gone out of country to help a patient in crisis. You had her reschedule your other patients for the week, and gave her the the week off with pay. She was really happy. Nobody will be looking for you before next Monday. You have nine days to relax, catch some sun, eat some really great food, maybe have a drink or two."

Nine days!

"You can't do that! You can't just kidnap people and get away with it. When I get back I'll file charges. You're in a lot of trouble."

His smile sent a shiver down her back.

"Yes I can. I'm your patient. I got a team of people going through your office and home computers. When they get done I'll have a paper trail in place that will pass even the closest inspection.

You've been treating me for weeks for depression. Payments have been made, appointments are documented. There's even a profile of me in your notes. Plus all the stuff you were gathering on me is in another file. If you're investigated, conflict of interest will raise its' ugly head. How can you treat someone and gather information for someone else at the same time? You just got off probation, how long would you be able to practice if that came out?"

He paused, letting her take it in. Then he grinned.

"So you see, no one is going to report you missing. You're going to come back with a nice tan, without bruises or contusions. Photos will appear on your Facebook page showing us all together, laughing, smiling, having a hell of a time. All your friends will be so jealous you got to go to such an exotic location just to treat a patient in need."

Tears started rolling down her cheeks.

"Why are you doing this?"

For the first time his eyes grew cold. He seemed to get bigger if that were possible and she felt the power coming off him in waves. She shrank back into her chair.

"I didn't snoop into your life, work up a profile for someone else. How does it feel when someone messes about in your life? You and I are going to have several long talks over the next few days. I advise you to never lie to me. You wouldn't like my reaction. Remember, according to you I don't have much of a moral compass."

Just like that he was smiling again.

"But that will be a few days in the future. For now, Let's just relax."

Chantal and Edie chatted about things they were going to do today, including calling her Jilly as often as possible. In her memory, no one had ever called her Jilly before.

She started when Chantal reached over and rubbed her arm, before slipping a finger casually over her breast. Up until then Jill had forgotten she was practically naked. 

"You're so pale, Jilly. We'll have to be careful. don't want you to get burned."

"You're right" chimed in Edie, "we'll have to keep you lotioned up, especially after we swim. You'll love the water, it's so warm."

Mike had excused himself to make a call. Business, he said. As soon as he would out of sight, she started begging.

"Please, please help me escape. I can get you away from him, protect you, free you from whatever hold he has on you."

They looked at her, shocked, before they both burst out laughing.

Edie hugged Chantal and gave her a kiss.

"Listen to her, baby. She thinks we're unhappy."

She turned back to Jill.

"Listen, Jilly. Mike was the best thing that ever happened to me. He took a broken down, desperate, out of shape, middle aged woman and transformed me into what I am now. How old do I look? Never mind, I'm forty six. I have a great job, travel the world, make damn good money. I have a life I never dreamed I would have, and I owe it to Mike. Chantal started out a bit rougher, but she's very happy now."

She fixed a level gaze onto her.

"Let me be clear. We would do anything, absolutely anything he tells us to do. If I think you're a threat to him, you'd disappear. Understand, we would literally kill you for him."

"Now relax. He means you no harm, if you give him what he wants, and tell him what he wants to know."

She rang a little bell, and three natives appeared to clear the breakfast dishes. Two women, very attractive, and a young man, quite handsome. All wore a knee length garment and the women were topless. It reminded Jill she was almost naked in front of strangers, and she put her arms across her breasts. Edie noticed.

"Jilly! Arms down. All women on this island go topless, it's their style of dress. You're being rude!"

Jill hesitantly dropped her arms.

Edie smiled.

"good girl. Now, lets gather our stuff and spend an hour or two on the beach, before it gets too hot."

The went down to the beach, where a portable gazebo was set up, complete with a cooler for drinks and snacks. Edie and Chantal laid out three huge, over sized towels.

Chantal fetched a bottle of lotion from the gazebo and rubbed it all over Edie. It looked like a gesture of love to Jill. Edie returned the favor, once nipping her bottom lightly and laughing at her squeal.

They looked over at Jill, seated in the gazebo.

"Come on Jilly, come out and play."

She was about to refuse when she saw the seriousness on their faces. Soon she was on her own towel.

"You need lotion, Jilly, the sun is really potent this time of day. And you're overdressed. You don't want a tan line, do you?"

For the first time it registered on her both women were totally nude. She instinctively looked at their sex, noting the smoothness, then looked down, noticing for the first time she was also hairless. When had that happened?

Chantal giggled as she tugged one side of her thong while Edie pulled the other. Soon even that tiny wisp of cloth was gone.

"Do you like it?" asked Edie as she casually brushed over her shaven mound. She felt a jolt of electricity course through her. Edie noticed and smiled.

"You should thank us, we helped you do it last night when we got here. It'll really look good tanned."

Her mouth hung open as Chantal laughed.

She lay, passive, as the women gently rubbed lotion into her skin. It was almost a massage, and she was feeling really relaxed when Chantal started rubbing lotion into her breasts.

"I'll do th...." was all she got out before Edie put her fingers to her lips. Distracted, she tasted coconut oil.

"It's our pleasure. Try to lie still."

Soon both nipples were achingly hard as Chantal rubbed and tweaked them. She almost had an orgasm when she bent down and nipped them both, swirling her tongue over them while she held on with her teeth. Jill was breathing erratically when she let go.

Edie had her turn onto her tummy.

"My turn" she said to Chantal.

She started at her feet, rubbing, massaging slowly up her legs. Jill was trembling by the time she was at the top of her thighs. She skipped her ass and went to work on the small of her back, working upwards until she was at the base of her neck. She reached down and swirled her tongue over the sensitive skin beneath her hairline, going over to nip her ear, laughing when she jumped.

"You didn't get it all" said Chantal.

Edie looked down at Jills' firm ass and grinned.

"I didn't forget, I was just saving the best until last."

Soon Jill felt the cool lotion spread over her ass, some trickling down into the crack. Edie kneaded and rolled, slipping a hand down now and then. Once Jill felt it brush her anus and tightened up, getting a small smack.

"Relax!" Edie ordered. "and spread your legs a little, you really don't want that little honey pot burned, do you?"

She widened a tiny bit, but Chantal grabbed a leg and pulled her wider.

She felt the oil trickle into her slit. It felt delightful, so sensual. Soon Edie was massaging her inner thighs, brushing back up now and then.

When her hand massaged the oil into her lips, she let out a small sigh. The fingers were light, feathery, hitting just the right spots. Jill couldn't help moving her hips a bit. When Edie slipped a finger inside and strummed her clit for a second, she nearly exploded. Before she could recover, Chantal had wedged her hand under Jill, grabbing a nipple and rolling it hard, tugging forward every few seconds. 

In surprise and excitement she arched her body upwards, and Edie plunged three fingers inside her, working rapidly.

Jill was trying to tell them to stop, but all she seemed capable of doing was grunting. When Edie slipped out and pinched her clit hard, she experienced one of the biggest orgasms she could remember. She made sounds, starting out as a moan and ending up as a full shriek, her hips moving, desperately trying to get the fingers back. Edie immediately slipped back in, massaging her through an orgasm that lasted for minutes. Finally she let out a gasp and flopped down.

She collapsed, mortified. Both women kissed her on the cheek and thanked her.

"Now maybe you can relax" said Edie, as they lay down beside her in companionable silence. They lay for an hour, turning every fifteen minutes, before Edie and Chantal dragged her into the water, splashing and playing. Chantal brought snorkels, and soon they were watching the undersea denizens conduct their lives.

By now too hot to lay in the sun, the women retreated to the gazebo, enjoying the breeze the overhead fans were producing. They reapplied lotion, even indirect sun could cause a burn. There was nothing overtly sexual this time, just three girls helping each other out. Jill lay back on a chaise and was instantly asleep.

They let her sleep two hours before waking her and taking her back to the house.

"Time to clean up. Mike will be back shortly, and we need to greet him."

They showered together in the big bath, washing the residue of the sea and sun from their bodies.

Edie was slightly red, but not uncomfortable. They gave her a fresh thong that matched theirs.

"Aren't we going to dress?"

They laughed before Chantal explained.

"When we're here, this is how we dress, unless we're going out. It's completely private, the only way here is by helicopter or boat. Besides, it pleases Mike."

"Is that the most important thing in your life? Pleasing Mike?"

Without hesitation they answered in unison.

"Yes!"

Edie patted her hand.

"You'll understand by the end of the week, dear."

Jill had her dander up.

"I hope he's not trying to convert me! It won't work. I'm a strong woman, a professional with an independent mind. No one could force servitude on me. I refuse to let it happen!"

"Mike would never force you to do anything, especially submission to him. If you even have a thought like that, put it out of your mind."

"But, if you do decide to, you would have to ask him. Until then he wouldn't even consider it."

Edie finished her little speech just as they heard a helicopter approaching. She watched it land on a manicured patch of ground and saw Mike jump out. For a second she admired him. Damn, he was impressive. Then she shook herself, remembering her circumstances.

He strode across the lawn, his crisp white linen suit and broad hat made him looked colonial. He should have been born two hundred years ago, she thought. What would he have been? Businessman, explorer, bandit, pirate? Probably all four at different times.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice Chantal and Edie slip to the floor, sitting back on their heels, arms down, back arched. When she finally noticed, it struck her they were waiting to be inspected. 

"He'll never get me to do that" went through her mind as he opened the door.

He paused just inside the door, noticing his women. Then he looked at Jill, perched on a bar stool.

He patted each woman in turn on the head and pulled them up for a very deep kiss. They responded, molding themselves to him. When they stepped back she couldn't help but notice their hard nipples and the bulge in his pants.

He walked over and surprised Jill with a kiss on the cheek.

"How was your day, girls? Did you get Jilly to finally relax?"

Chantal giggled.

"I think so. We massaged some of the tenseness out of her, at least for a moment. She had a nice nap afterwards. Then we played in the ocean."

Jill felt her face flame red, remembering. Would they tell him? Probably.

"I appear to be overdressed. Excuse me for a moment, ladies."

She expected him to be in shorts, but he came back totally naked, his massive tool at half staff.

"Jilly isn't the only one that needs a little stress relief. My negotiations today didn't go as well as I would have liked. They'll eventually come around, it's too much money for them not to. I just wish they would shorten the process a bit."




Dr. Parker



Edie began massaging his shoulders. He sighed with pleasure.

"Was the king being difficult?"

"No, Edie, he was totally on board. It's his counselors who aren't agreeable. They're afraid it will lessen their power base. And they're right, it does. I just need them to look long term."

Jill had no idea what they were talking about. She wasn't really concentrating on the conversation. Chantal had slipped off her thong and climbed into his lap, kissing his neck and chest while she wriggled around on his by now erect cock.

"Can I help relieve some stress too?" She giggled.

He responded by lifting her up and around until she was facing Jill, then sliding her down on his shaft. She gasped and grunted until she was fully seated, then she groaned, rotating her hips. Soon she was sliding up and down, slowly. Edie had pulled his head around and engaged him in a deep kiss. Despite the circumstances, Jill felt her arousal building.

Chantal started speeding up, and Mike abandoned the kiss, grabbing Chantals' hips and pushing her deeper, faster. She gave a little shriek that turned into a moan as Edie came round the couch and started kissing her, trailing down her neck to her breasts, teasing and biting her nipples, quite hard at times, being rewarded with more little shrieks. 

Chantal reached for and sought Edies' pussy. stroking and fondling. Jill felt faint.

Suddenly Chantal stiffened, letting out a howl as she orgasmed. She stopped moving, and Mike cuddled her for a bit. Then she sighed and slipped out of his lap, exposing his cock, gleaming with her juices. Edie immediately took her place.

Soon she was bouncing with abandon, moaning. Chantal lay beside her, reaching up to fondle her nipples occasionally. After what seemed like an eternity, Mike grabbed her hips and pulled down savagely, emptying himself. Edie lay back against him for a second, breathing deeply.

When she finally slipped off him Chantal was on her knees immediately, swallowing his still mostly erect cock all the way to the base. Jill was impressed. How could she do that?

Amazingly to her, he never lost his erection.

He stood, picked Chantal up like she was a child, and strode towards the bedroom, Edie following.

"Excuse us Jilly, we may be a little bit."

She sat there stunned. As Edie went past, she whispered in her ear. 

"Second bedroom, right hand dresser drawer, third down. It might help."

And then she was gone. Jill got a glass of wine, and sat listening to the sounds of passion. After the second glass she walked to the bedroom door. Chantal was on her hands and knees, grunting as Mike slammed her from behind. Edie was on her back, holding her face to her crotch.

She went past, into the second bedroom. Curiosity got the better of her, and she checked the drawer. Eggs, vibrators, dildos, beads, almost every toy imaginable. There was even a strapon harness. They were all new, still boxed.

It may have been the charged atmosphere, the wine, the situation, or the warm ocean breezes, but soon she was on the bed, a six inch vibrator humming on high as she plunged it in and out. She was so lost in the sensations she failed to notice Chantal enter the room. When she felt the small hands rub her breasts, her eyes popped open and she stopped.

"Don't stop, honey, you were almost there. You look like you need the relief. I'll help make it more enjoyable, it you will let me."

Her hand reached down and covered the one holding the vibrator, pushing gently. Soon Jill surrendered to the feeling. Chantal removed her hand, bent over, and smothered her breasts with kisses and nips. Her hand reached down again, finding her clit, rubbing furiously.

Deciding to help her along even more, she took her hand off herself and did the same thing to Jill, stroking her clit, lightly at first, then going faster, harder. Two minutes later Jill felt the massive surge coming, and she orgasmed so hard she almost passed out. When she gathered her senses, she found Chantal working the vibrator, plunging it in as deep as she could, rapidly.

"You didn't think one would be enough, did you?"

By then there was another orgasm building, so she surrendered. Chantal didn't let her up until she had three. When she finally stopped, she lay gasping, soaked in sweat.

For the first time she noticed Mike and Edie. How long had they been here, she wondered? She tried to cover herself, but Mike held the sheets.

"Well, don't you look relaxed. These sheets need to be changed, and we all need a shower. Come on, a long, cool shower will do us a lot of good."

He strode to the master bath, Chantal and Edie tugging Jill along behind him. The shower did indeed fit four, if you didn't mind rubbing body parts occasionally. He had all the heads on, and the water felt like a massage. Mike was careful not to touch her, keeping the girls between them.

She washed the backs of both Edie and Chantal, and they practically bathed her. Mike watched with a grin. She looked down, and he was semi hard again. Was he a machine?

The girls ran him out, saying they had to do a little more grooming. Jill should have been shocked, but when they produced razors and lathered each other up, shaving each other carefully, it seemed natural.

"Your turn, Jilly. Mike likes us smooth."

She started to protest, then shrugged her shoulders. She did most of it herself, but let Chantal help her in a few difficult spots. Jill dried her hair and pulled it back into a high ponytail, a style she hadn't worn since college. Chantal went on about how much younger she looked. She actually glowed when Mike praised her.

She was surprised how hungry she was. The dinner of grilled fish, fresh local fruit, and a salad, was excellent. It barely registered that the servers were topless like her, or that he was talking to them in their native tongue.

Soon they were talking business, and her mind wandered. Suddenly she noticed the silence, and that they were all staring at her.

"I'm sorry, Jilly. This is a kind of working vacation for us. It was rude of us to exclude you. Maybe you can help. I'm having a hard time with two members of the local government. If I give you my notes, think you can profile them, give me some insight? Of course you'll get paid, your usual fee, plus a bonus if it actually helps us seal the deal."

He explained the situation.

"We're in the Pacific, in a country composed of nine islands. Up until last century, each island was a separate entity, with their own hierarchy and ruling factions. The ruler of the biggest consolidated them into one country through negotiations, war, and intrigue. Now they have a parlimentary style government. The families of the smaller islands form part of the government, sort of like the House of Lords in England. There are only eighteen members, two from each island, but they're incredible powerful, owning almost seventy of the the islands. The king is trying to give more ownership and rights to the people. He's wildly popular because of this, and they resent it. He's already started selling parcels of his island to private individuals."

Mike pointed to an elaborate tattoo on his left forearm.

"This is a tribal tattoo. It identifies which island I belong to, and indicates I'm part of the royal family. I'm actually a citizen. Because of this I'm bound to the king. Technically I'm his foreign advisor. And I take the job seriously. You've profiled me, so you know except for Martin, I had no family until I came here on business. Is this in your file? No? Let's leave it that way."

Chantal and Edie urged her to help.

"We'll all be in the capitol most of the day. It would give you something to pass the time."

She thought about it. If she did it they might leave her alone.

"All right, but I don't have my glasses with me, unless you pa....."

She stopped talking when Mike lay her glasses on the table. It didn't surprise her.

They talked, had another glass of wine, watched a little television, mostly financial news, but they did watch a nice movie in between. At eleven Mike sat up, yawning. He gave both women a nice kiss.

"Time for bed. Come along, Jilly."

"What?"

"Time for bed. You woke up with me this morning, so it's not a big deal. I should have told you, for the next few days, we'll be sleeping together. And that's all it will be, unless you ask me nicely. Now come along, don't be difficult. We don't want to repeat this morning, do we."

Suddenly she flared.

"Hell no! You're not God, you can't order me around like this. I choose who I sleep with. If you..."

She would never have believed such a huge man could move so fast. Soon she was draped over his lap, ass up. Chantal was sitting on her legs, and Edie had her by the hair. Mike was rubbing her ass lightly.

"Jilly, Jilly, I thought we were on the way to being friends. Guess not. Edie, Chantal, how many?"

Chantal: "Twenty!"

Edie disagreed. "Ten. But with the strap. Time to get the bitch's attention."

Jill was wriggling furiously.

"Good suggestion girls. I think a combination of both."

He had Edie lean in and whispered to her. Jill still had her head down, so she didn't see the predatory smile on her face. She went to her bedroom, coming back with the items he requested. She pulled her head up, showing her the eighteen inch long, two inch wide leather strap.

"This is your own fault, bitch! He tried to be good to you, and you insult him. It's gonna hurt, and I'm gonna laugh."

"Edie!" said Mike sharply. She instantly dropped her head and apologized.

He was still rubbing her ass.

"I'm sorry, Jilly. Edie is training to be a Dom. She practices on Chantal, and a little sissy she has at home. He used to be her husband. Now she has long hair, the cutest set of lips you ever saw, a 32C rack, and a silver sleeve to keep her clit in control. I haven't had her yet, even though since Edie belongs to me he does too. But she'll offer her to me soon, and it isn't like I've never fucked a little dick girl before, now is it?"

"But Edie is right about one thing, if you're going to act like a bitch, I'm going to treat you like a bitch. Edie."

She felt something go round her neck. She tried to fight it, knowing it was a collar. 

"Lie still, you're not helping yourself here." Edie attached a leash, jerked it so Jill knew what it was, and dropped it by the couch.

In the end, Mike gave her six swats with his hand, three on each cheek. Chantal gave her four, and then Edie used the strap five times.

Jill was crying with the spankings, but when the strap hit she almost went beserk, jumping and screaming. When it was over she just lay there, snuffling, flinching every time he rubbed her bottom.

Edie got a cloth and wiped her face, stroking her hair with the other hand.

Chantal was whispering to her.

"Why did you make us do that? We really like you, but if you keep pushing him he's going to dump you back in your apartment and let you explain to the Manetti brothers where you've been. Please, please don't make him do that."

At the mention of the Manetti brothers, she paled. They were her contact with their mysterious boss.

Mike stood, dumping Jill in the floor. He yanked on her leash. 

"If you promise to behave, I'll let you walk. The least bit of defiance and I'll make you crawl into the bedroom like the bitch you've been behaving as. Tell the girls goodnight, and thank them for the day. I think right up until the end it was pleasant for you, and what happened just now was none of their doing."

She wished them goodnight and thanked them for the day. They both hugged and kissed her, before retiring.

She followed submissively into the bedroom. He led her straight through into the bathroom.

"If you need to go, go now. You won't have another chance until morning."

She was about to burst from the wine. When it became obvious he wasn't leaving, she sat, letting it flow while he held her leash, leaned up against the counter. After she washed her hands, he led her back into the bedroom.

He threw two pillows down on the hardwood floor.

"If you act like a bitch, you sleep on the floor like a bitch. I've set an alarm for three hours from now. If you think you can behave then, you can get into bed. Good night."

He locked her leash on the headboard. flipped the light off and got into bed.

She stood quivering.

Damn him! Arrogant bastard! She was about to rip the covers off the bed when common sense prevailed. Did she really want to piss him off again so soon? She knew it would lead to more pain and humiliation.

Sighing, she arranged the pillows as best she could, having to almost curl up to keep her off the hardwood floors. Mike grinned into the darkness, listening to her settle down.

It was a miserable three hours. The floor was like a rock, and some part of her anatomy was always in contact with it. Then it got cold. With no cover she lay there shivering. When the alarm beeped, she fought her pride for all of fifteen seconds before slipping under the covers. Despite herself, she curled up to his back for heat. Mike grinned in the darkness before drifting back off to sleep.

She woke, feeling warm and relaxed. He had turned over sometime in the night, and she was spooned to him, one massive arm over her, his hand cupping her breast. She could feel his erection against her bottom. One wiggle, and he would be inside her. Despite her fear she got aroused. She fought for control, lying as still as possible.

Jill felt him come awake, stretching, which shoved him more firmly between her cheeks.

He tweaked her nipple. It sprang instantly erect as she jumped and tried to move away. It proved impossible in his grip.

"Good, you're awake. Sleep well?"

She tried to form an answer when he gave a quiet laugh and slipped out of bed. She heard him showering. She got up to answer the call of nature when the leash rattled and she knew she couldn't leave the bedroom.

Jill was practically dancing with need when he came out, going to the closet to pick out his clothes.

He ignored her until she spoke.

"Please Mike, may I go to the bathroom?"

He eyed her, considering.

"Think you can behave yourself this morning?"

She was holding her legs together by now.

"I swear it. Please Mike, please!"

He walked over slowly and unlocked the leash from the bedpost. Handing it to her, he gave her instructions.

"When you come out on the veranda for breakfast, hand me the leash and kneel beside me. Any deviation, and you go back to the bed. I'll let you loose when I get home tonight. Understand?"

A smile played over Edie's face when she came out. There had been no thong on the bed, so she was naked. Without a word she handed Mike the leash and sank down on the towel laid out beside his chair. He stroked her cheek for a minute before unlocking the leash but keeping the collar on.

He pointed at a native girl standing behind Chantal.

"This is Lisa. Not her real name, but you probably couldn't pronounce it. She will set you up in the office, give you the information you need, help with a laptop. Then she'll leave you alone until ten. Follow her directions to the letter, if you don't, she'll tell me."

He stood, then reached down to kiss her cheek.

"Have a pleasant day."

Lisa served her breakfast as the helicopter departed. Then she took her to his home office. Lisa had the laptop booted and ready. She pointed to a stack of files.

"Read. These are too sensitive to be anywhere near the internet. People would die if they became public. Begin."

She closed the door and Jill sighed. Soon she was engrossed, making notes, cross referencing facts, looking up public information on the internet.

There was a knock on the door promptly at ten. Lisa stepped in with a glass of juice and some fruit.

To her surprise she produced a key and took her collar off. Jill instinctively rubbed her neck. It was padded and wasn't really uncomfortable, it was just...foreign.

She tried to thank her.

"Not necessary," she said. "Mike's orders. You're to spend an hour on the beach to collect your thoughts and get some sun. Then we eat lunch, the collar goes back on, and you go back to work. Again, Mike's orders. Please don't make a fuss, I'll have to tell him if you do."

Jill brushed away a tear and followed her to the beach. Lisa dropped her wrap. She was naked under it, her dark bronze skin gleaming. She held up the bottle of oil. They covered each other, making sure nothing was missed. They did the same hour as yesterday. When they got back to the house Lisa dragged her into the shower to get rid of the sand and oil. Jill idly thought she could get addicted to this.

After they dried, Lisa surprised her by giving her a native wrap, showing her how to fold it.

"Mike said if you were good to let you wear it. He also wanted me to show you this."

She opened a black velvet box. Inside was a triple row of pearls, joined in the middle by the largest pearl she had ever seen. They were a dusky, dusky tan, almost translucent, glowing. She reached out to touch them, but Lisa snapped the box shut.

"No no. This is yours, the price is you have to ask him for it, with all that means. If you don't ask by midnight tomorrow, they go to someone else. Now, back to work. I'll check on you at four."

As distracted as she was, she still managed to finally concentrate, and was surprised when Lisa knocked. It was four thirty, she let her go another half hour when she saw how immersed she was.

"Come on, Mike and the girls will be here in a few minutes, It's only polite we greet them."

She laughed as Jill stood and tried to put her wrap on. She was going to keep it on, but it seemed so constricting she slipped out of it and draped it over a chair.

"Here, like this, remember?" said Lisa as she gave her a quick tuck and tug.

She had Jill loosen her hair, and wove a wreath of fragrant flowers into it. She opened another box, tiny this time, and took out a pair of pearl earrings, the match to the necklace.

"Mike said to give you these if you were good. Thank you for letting me serve you today."

They held hands as the helicopter landed.

Mike and the girls got out. Edie and Chantal were unwrapping their skirts as they walked, handing them to Lisa after hugging her and having a whispered conversation.

"About me, I bet" Jill thought as she watched them. 

Mike smiled at her dress, touching the flowers in her hair and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"You've gone native. A good look on you."

Chantal and Edie agreed.

They had a quiet glass of wine, unwinding after their day. Jill, trained to spot the markers, noted their tenseness.

"I take it things did not go well today?"

Mike started, then smiled.

"Is it that obvious? Yes, the talks have stalled. Lord Mateaou continues to be uncooperative. Have your studies garnered any useful information?"

"Maybe. If you've a minute, I need to show you something."

They followed her to the home office. She took her time bringing up the exact image she was looking for.

"Your Lord Mateaou is a traditionalist. He believes the country should be dissolved and the islands should be autonomous again. Of, course, the old warlike feelings only linger in some great grandfathers, and his delusions of being an autocratic overlord are far from accurate."

"The islands are so interwoven through commerce and marriages autonomy is almost impossible. He refuses to believe that. Here! This is what I wanted you to see. Look at his left wrist. That's a new tattoo. Know what it means?"

It was a picture of the man in traditional island dress, his tattoos plainly showing. Mike frowned.

"I think I do, but share your theories with the others."

"This mark right here" she enlarged the image, "means he is going to war. Soon."





Dr. Parker



Mike nodded agreement, and excused himself to use the phone.

His call went to the King first, and the captain of his bodyguards, a former SAS with a good reputation.

"Keep him safe, Major."

"Will do. Watch your back, mate. Next to the King, you are the embodiment of almost everything he hates. A rich foreigner, trying to exploit his country. It doesn't matter that you're a citizen now, or that you're adopted into the royal family."

Mike acknowledged his warning. He had a quick conversation with Lisa, and she started making calls. Soon five natives and one white descended on the compound, armed to the teeth. They quickly faded into the jungle, watching. Another team would relieve them in the morning. Mike returned to the office.

"There's more", said Jill, "look here."

She pointed to a small man who seemed to always hover near the aspiring warlord.

"Lord Mano, his cohort and right hand man. He's the other one I wanted you to check on."

"He's also his lover" said Jill. "Watch."

She pulled up a video of a speech Lord Mateaou had made, urging autonomy. After the speech he was whisked into a Mercedes with blacked out windows. She froze it on a frame just before the door closed. You could see Lord Manu reaching up for what was obviously a kiss. Mike roared with laughter.

"You are amazing! I missed that completely. This will change everything."

"How?" she couldn't help but ask.

"These islands are unusual in their view of homosexuality, especially where men are concerned. They don't really care, in fact they view them as special. They also think they're unstable emotionally. If word of this gets out it would destroy both political careers. I can use this."

He rushed out, and spent the next two hours on the phone. They dined without him.

Chantal and Edie treated her like a queen.

"You clever girl! I never got a gay vibe off either of them. In fact, every time Lord Mateaou looked at me I felt like taking a bath. Do you think he's bisexual?"

Jill paused, considering.

"No, but I do think he's a bit of a sadist. I think he may resent genetic women, especially the attractive ones. Might want to have Mike check on that too. He could find a skeleton or two."

Mike rejoined them later, and the talk was all political. He took every suggestion she made under consideration. She glowed under his praise, and was stunned when he showed her a copy of a wire transfer of fifty thousand dollars credited to her bank account.

"Thank you so much, but that's too much."

He just grinned.

"It's not enough. Take it with my thanks, and that of the king. It was his money. He looks forward to meeting you. There will be a small reception Saturday night, you are commanded to be there."

It was hard to digest the information, or what she had gotten into. She hoped it didn't end badly for her.

An hour later, when Mike announced it was bedtime, she followed him into the bedroom without hesitation. Instead of stopping, he walked her out onto the private patio.

"Truth time Jilly. I found out about you when someone was following me during a visit to my friend in Atlanta. He's a lot more security conscious than I am, his people spotted the tail first. When we split up and they stayed with me, we wondered why. The next day we 'invited' the guy following us to have a chat. He was a bit uncooperative at first, but in the end he was a big help."

"I asked the investigative service he worked for why they were watching me, they too were uncooperative, at first. Finally they admitted who they contracted with. We followed the trail all the way back home, and directly to you. I'm going to ask you politely Jilly, once. Who do you work for? And more importantly, why are they interested in me? Think carefully before you answer, I have my own sources. If I catch you lying, even by omission, bad things could happen."

He handed her a file, asked her to open it.

It was her life. Her education, her failed marriage, her children, her troubles with the law and her profession, all there.

"Your daughter is very attractive, a little clone of you. Fifteen right? Very smart. And your son, sixteen, a basketball prodigy. And your ex, a very successful surgeon. You had it all, Jilly, too bad you threw it away."

"Let me remind you, bad things can happen to good people. It would be awful if anything happened to them. If your husband were to lose the use of one of his hands, it would end his career. Your son loves pickup basketball at the local park, it would be awful if he were to get injured, lose his shot at that scholarship that seems to be a certainty. And your daughter, a beautiful girl is a temptation many can't resist."

She had progressively gotten paler as he talked. He gently took her hand.

"I would never do anything to harm your family. They have nothing to do with what you're into. The Manetti brothers and their boss, now that's a different story. Do you realize how much danger they could be in if they decide you're not being diligent in your quest for information on me? You've gotten yourself into something way past your control, I can't help thinking it will all end badly."

He paused to give her time to reflect.

"So, to save you and your family, why don't you just ask me what you want to know? I won't tell you everything, but enough to keep them happy. In return, I need to know everything you do about the man asking the questions."

It came out in a rush.

"I don't know his name. I don't even know what he looks like. I do know he speaks with a pronounced southern accent, so I suspect he is someone from your past. And he hates you with a passion. As far as what he wants, it's everything. Your net worth, what you're working on now, who's closest to you. Everything. He knows a lot about your former lover Shanna, even that she isn't genetically female. I got the impression he found that very amusing, judging by what the Manettis told me. Something about liking guys after all. And they have a nickname for him, Stumpy. Mean anything to you? And they won't dare to call him that in front of him, they're scared to death of him. If he's not organized crime, he has a close relationship. That's all I know."

She started sobbing, and he put her on his lap, cuddling and soothing her.

"Thank you Jilly. I know that you're scared. By now they may know you're with me. When you get back, you need to tell them everything I asked you. You've been compromised, so they'll probably drop you. I'll have people watching for awhile, just to make sure your family is safe. I promise you. And you can also tell them that I'm going to go looking for him now. Tell the Manetti brothers I expect to have a small chat with them shortly."

He held her until she nodded off, them took her to bed. She woke up spooned to him, holding tight.

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She woke up the next morning, disoriented. Then she realized she was alone in bed. Why hadn't he gotten her up? She rose, showered, did her hair and applied a little makeup.

"I just want to look nice." she told herself as she looked into the mirror.

They had just finished breakfast, but dawdled over coffee as she ate. Mike was off to the capitol to help the king and the loyal members of his government to assess the new information and decide how to proceed. Edie and Chantal were motoring over the local village with Lisa while she shopped for fresh food, to break up the monotony of the day.

"Come with, Jilly" said Edie, "Mike has some things he wants you to look at, but nothing that can't wait until this afternoon."

"It's a really pretty place" chimed in Chantal, "and they have some very nice shops."

She agreed, hesitant for some reason to leave the compound. Mike urged her to go.

"Get out and see the sights. With just us to look at for the last four days, you must be dying to see other people. It'll do you good, let you get a feel for the people."

"Besides" he added, "you need a dress for the reception next Friday. Formal, as least as formal as it gets around here."

An hour later they were in a large launch, speeding through the breakers. There were three guards with them, all native, two male and a woman.

"Better to be on the safe side" said Edie. "They're all highly trained, members of the elite troops the King is so proud of. They all speak English, if you have a question. But please don't distract them, let them do their job."

The town was small, less than two thousand people, but it was a bustling market place. There was one small American style store, the rest of the commerce was done in a sprawling outdoor mall, divided into sections, each with a theme.

Lisa took them through the food vendors first, picking out fresh fish that was immediately packed int large coolers they had brought. Next she bought most of a small pig, and four chickens that were still alive. By the time they were done shopping they were dressed and packed.

Jill didn't recognize most of the vegetables, but Lisa picked the best of the lot, bargaining fiercely, a local tradition.

The necessaries out of the way, they got down to some serious shopping.

Jill was admiring a strand of pearls, thinking how good they would look on her daughter, when it occurred to her she had no money. Edie recognized her distress. She laughed.

"Buy anything you like, baby. It all goes straight onto Mikes' account, and he can afford it. If you have to pay him back, remember you just earned fifty grand."

"She stood for a minute, then smiled. She took the pearls, then found some loose ones the same color as her earrings. She bought the lot, whispering to Lisa, who giggled. They had the necklace placed on the launch, but took the loose pearls to another vendor, specializing in ribbons and laces. A selection was made, and they carried it and the pearls along.

Next they stopped at a shoe shop, where she was custom fitted with a pair of sandals. They had a three inch wedge, and the top was an intricate weave in gleaming white. It was open toed, and the weave went past the ankle. A very elegant example of shoewear, and light as a feather. She ordered two more pair, wishing she could pick some up for her daughter.

They stopped for lunch, and she tasted the potent coconut liqeur the islands exported. It burned and she choked. She switched over to tea.

They ate a rice dish that was delicious, in the custom of the country, with their hands.

"Right hand only" whispered Chantal. "It would be an insult if you used your left.

She wasn't as adept as the others in rolling the sticky rice into small balls before dipping it in one of the many sauces, and a few fell onto her chest. When she raised the napkin to wipe them off, she remembered she was topless, as were all females in the town.

It hadn't really bothered her when she saw the rest topless, so she rolled her wrap down to her waist as Lisa had taught her. They all had their hair wrapped in bright scarves in defense of the wind from the launch, and they left them in. No one paid much attention except for a few Europeans, Frenchmen there on a service contract. One of them made a rude comment, and Jill, who was fluent, whirled around and slapped his jaw hard, chewing him out in his language. They fled the scene, the laughter of the women ringing in their ears.

They went into a stall of a cloth vendor, and she was amazed at the vibrant colors.

"Pick something, Jill. Remember, you have a formal dinner to attend."

After what seemed hours, she picked a bolt of muted orange. The women applauded her choice, saying it set off her hair and skin tone nicely. The next trip was to a tailor shop, where she was measured from neck to toe. For some reason it didn't bother her when the wizened little man measured her bare breasts, or deftly dropped her wrap to measure her hips and inseam.

Lisa had a whispered conference with an assistant, and left the pearls and ribbon with her.

Finally shopped out, they headed home, where they immediately shed their clothes for an hour on the beach. The intimate touches while they applied lotion aroused her a bit, and Chantal teased a breast, tweaking a nipple into hardness before leaving her alone.

They showered, did their hair with flowers, and had a cocktail while they waited on Mike to return.

No one was more surprised than Jill when she slipped to the floor beside Chantal and Edie, just before Mike entered.

He stopped, savoring the view. He pulled Edie to her feet and gave her a nice kiss, massaging her bottom. He did the same to Chantal, then held his hand out to Jill. 

He pulled her completely off her feel, giving her a deep kiss. Her legs naturally wrapped around his waist.

He broke the kiss and looked down, a smile playing round his lips.

"Good afternoon, Jill. Did you have a pleasant day?"

"Yes, very nice. And I have something I want to ask you, but it will wait until bedtime."

Edie and Chantal smiled knowingly.

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They were in a deep discussion about politics, when Jill yawned, loudly. They all looked up.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a little tired tonight. Are we going to be up much longer?"

They all grinned.

"No, Jilly, I think we're done here. Time for bed."

He led her to the bedroom, stroking one body part or another. He lay her gently n the bed. She closed her eyes, expecting a kiss. After a few seconds she opened them to find herself alone. She could hear the shower running. She smiled, and slipped into the bathroom.

"May I join you?"

He grinned and opened the door. 

They washed each others back, and he surprised her by shampooing her hair, making it as much a scalp massage as a wash. He rubbed the scented soap, across her shoulders, drifting down to her breasts, rubbing her nipples with a feathery touch. She sighed and leaned against him, feeling his massive tool rubbing across her lower back. Just as she started to reach for him, he got out.

"See you in bed" he said softly, slipping out the door.

She finished, taking a little time to rub her swollen lips and enlarged clit, thinking about what she wanted.

She dried her hair, applied lotions and scents to her body, before she came into the bedroom and slipped beneath the covers.

He kissed her lightly before he pulled back slightly.

"There was something you wanted to ask me?"

She sighed. He was actually going to make her ask him.

"Yes, Mike, there is. Can I sleep on the left side tonight?"

His eyes got wide, then he gave her a small grin.

"Of course, Jilly."

He threw the covers back and got in on the right side. She got in, snuggled to him. Soon she was tossing, wriggling, like she couldn't get comfortable. Mike finally said something.

"Can't get comfortable?"

"No" she said. "I prefer the middle, I think."

With that, she crawled on top of him.

"You don't mind, do you?"

Before he could answer she covered his mouth with a kiss. He responded, soon rubbing her body gently. She could feel his erection growing. She broke off, sliding into a position beside him, grabbing his cock and stroking it slowly.

"Are you sure about this? You don't have too, you know."

She kept stroking him.

"I think I've learned enough about you to know you wouldn't hurt me. I'm asking Mike, just take it easy, please."

He didn't respond, but slipped down and gently sucked her breasts, swirling his tongue over her nipples until they ached with hardness. After what seemed like hours, he eased down her body until he was kissing the area just below her navel. She tried to stay still, but couldn't help it, and she started moving. It had been nine months since she had had a lover, and a lot of pent up need surfaced.

"Please" she said, pushing his head lower. He grinned into her skin, but obeyed, until his lips were gently lapping her outer lips before progressing inwards. Suddenly he plunged his tongue inside her as deeply as it would go. She gave a little squeal. "His tongue must be as long as his cock!" flashed through her mind before coherent thought left her body and she surrendered to the sensations he was causing.

He was frustratingly slow, driving her need higher and higher. We he locked his lips round her clit, getting faster and faster, she arched up off the bed.

All the sexual tension of the last few days had her on edge already. Her climax exploded out of her as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

In another bedroom, Edie was stroking Chantals' hair as she sucked on her nipple. Chantal raised up, her white teeth gleaming in the muted light, and giggled.

"Sounds like somebody else is having a good night."

Edie nodded as she pulled her back to her breasts.

"Yes it does, honey, it does indeed."

Mike raised up, moving up her body until his mouth found hers. She tasted herself, and decided she liked it. She felt him pressed against her, opened her legs wider and tried to slip him in.

He towered over her, supported on his arms, and moved slowly, not entering, sliding up and down her well lubed slit.

"Be gentle" she said, "but make me take it all."

He slid in, listening as she groaned in pleasure. Sliding almost out, he paused, before sliding another inch into her. At seven inches she felt full, at eight stretched. At nine, he was touching places no one ever had. When she felt his pubic bone touch her, she was almost comatose, washed in feelings of pleasure and pain. As his strokes became faster, she started babbling, screaming through her second, then third climaxes. He continued to pound.

"Is he a machine? I don't think I can take much more" flashed through her head. Suddenly he pulled out, flipped her easily over and onto her knees, and entered again. She passed out on her sixth orgasm, to wake later as he gave one more mighty lunge. She came again, feeling him pulse and spray inside her. She lay exhausted, lapsing into sleep in seconds.

Mike, still wired, slipped out of bed and went to Edie and Chantal, enjoying another romp before returning to his bed, spooning to her.

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Jill woke to the feeling of her nipple being sucked gently. Smiling, she reached to cradle his head, when she felt long hair. She looked down to see a mass of dusky red curls. Chantal. She flinched, ans she looked up, smiling.

"Good, you're finally awake" she said, before swirling her tongue over her nipple once more before getting up.

"Breakfast is being served. Grab a quick shower and meet us on the patio. Do you want me to wash your back?"

Jill declined, so she went back outside. She rushed through a shower, pulling her hair back into a ponytail.

She noticed it on the bathroom counter. The pearl choker. Without hesitation she put it on, enjoying the way it matched her tanned throat.

Chantal and Edie actually applauded when she came out, and Mike put her on his lap, nuzzling her hair. The girls came around and gave her a full kiss. She didn't hesitate to return it.

"You're one of us now" whispered Chantal. "You'll never be alone again. If you need us, we're a phone call away. Any time, do you understand?"

She nodded, with tears in her eyes. All her life, she had been alone, except for her marriage, never having a support system before.

Deep down, she knew she had been manipulated, coerced, even drugged. Her training and intellect made her see it. But in the end, no harm had come to her, and she actually enjoyed the attention.

Mike gave them all a big kiss, taking extra time with Jill, before leaving for the capitol.

Jill looked at the girls and grinned.

"Beach time!"

They laughed, lounged, swan in the ocean. She consumed most of a bottle of wine, lying back with her hand over her eyes, enjoying the feel of the sun on her body, when she felt a hand trail across her stomach, while another from the other side rubbed her cheeks, before trailing to her breasts. She just lay there, allowing it to happen.




Dr. Parker



Soon her breasts were being massaged, and an oily finger traced her outer lips. She sighed, then wriggled, clutching the hand to her breast, pushing into it.

Soon all three towels were put together, and for an hour she learned all about the joys of same gender sex, both giving and receiving. Later they lay, twined together, idly kissing.

"Did you enjoy it?" asked Edie, always the leader.

"Yes, it was what I fantasized about and more. Too bad it has to stay here."

Chantal raised up, propped on an elbow.

"Why would it have to stay here? We all live in the same city. There's nothing wrong with friends stopping by occasionally for a visit, or a girls night out, is there?"

Jill thought for a bit, before smiling.

"it's nice to have friends" she said, giving them both a small kiss.

That night, they all slept together, using every combination they could come up with to pleasure each other. Mike actually looked tired when they were done. He still responded immediately the next morning, when she woke with just him in the bed. She slid down his body, trailing kisses, playing with his almost erect cock. Never a fan of oral, she just had to see how he tasted, and if she could get more than the head in her mouth.

He tasted like sex, and she got at least four inches into her mouth before she felt discomfort. She had watched both Chantal and Edie take take him with ease, all the way to the base, and marveled. Must be the result of lots of practice.

He responded, gripping her hair, guiding her, enjoying it for a few minutes, before pulling her up and giving her a very satisfying session.

They showered together and met the girls for breakfast. They talked, and could see she was a little down.

"You're not having regrets, are you?" Mike asked, gently.

"No, no, it's not that. I was supposed to pick my daughter up in the morning. My son had a basketball camp he wanted to attend, and it was going to be a girls only weekend. My ex was even going to give me an extra day. She's never going to forgive me. Can I call her?"

Mike was moved. He held her hand, and told her he'd see what could be done. As soon as he left for the capitol, he was on the phone to the king.

That night he told Jill he had arranged for her to speak to her daughter in the morning. They spent another passionate night. She had a surprise for him.

She came to bed wearing her choker, and a thong made of a black satin ribbon around her waist, a string of matching pearls disappearing into her ass and centering her pubis in the front. He was very appreciativ

The next morning he was up before her, leaving a note to put on what was provided and join them for breakfast. He also asked her to put her hair up into a ponytail.

Curious, she went into the bathroom.

A full, though daring bikini, and a matching native wrap. It was the first time her breasts had been covered in almost a week. She found it uncomfortable.

Wondering why, she came out to the patio. Chantal and Edie were both attired the same, although Chantal kept tugging at her top.

"Chantal, stop squirming. You can take it off later, I promise, now be a good girl, or I'll have to spank you" said Edie, enjoying her discomfort.

Chantal giggled, and stuck her bottom out. Edie gave her a pretty good swat, and it made her wiggle and ask for more.

"Later, baby, I promise."

Jill was idly wondering what it would feel like to have her bare bottom swatted by a beautiful woman when she heard the helicopter.

Mike was reading a newspaper. He looked at Jill.

"Jilly, will you meet the copter and escort our new guest out here?"

The request struck her odd, but she obeyed, knowing he never did things without a reason. Edie and Chantal went with her, but stopped short of the pad.

The doors swung open and Jill advanced, idly wondering who it was.

..............................................

Katrina Parker, aka Kat, stepped out, obviously bewildered. Her face lit up when she saw her mother.

"Mom!" she screamed, running to her and almost knocking her down.

They hugged while Kat jumped with joy and the copter receded into the horizon.

"How did you get here?" she finally asked, as she caught her breath.

"You sent for me, remember? Or rather, your patient did. He said it was out of gratitude for the help you had given him. I was met and escorted all the way. Gee Mom, you'd think I was royalty. And first class is awesome, but not as much as the private jet we took later. Your patient must be richer than God."

Jill was stunned, and looked up. Mike was there with the girls, grinning like mad. She took Kat by the hand, and made the introductions.

"Kat, this is Edie and Chantal." The girls shook her hand, then hugged her in welcome.

"And this is Mike Hogue, our host."

Kat was awestruck. She remembered seeing him on television when she was small. He looked a lot bigger in person.

She reached out to shake, and Mike pulled her hand to his lips, kissing it gently.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Katrina. I'm quite fond of your mother for the help she has given me. When she told me you two had planned a girls' weekend, I felt like a heel for messing it up, so I fixed it. Sometimes it's nice to have a little money."

He had said it with all the charm his Southern background could muster, and she was instantly smitten. She blushed and stumbled through an answer.

"Well then, now that we know each other, let's have breakfast."

Jill noticed that Lisa and the other girls had rolled their wraps up. Kat was impressed with the house and surroundings. Edie and Chantal were telling her about the beach, the local village, snorkeling, even horseback riding, if she wanted it. It was about to overload her.

Mike sat and smiled, listening to the chatter. He had a weakness for children.

He stood.

Kat, it was good to meet you, but I have to work now. I'll be gone most of the day. I'm sure your mom and the girls will keep you entertained."

He stood, and they all stood with him. He kissed Edie and Chantal on the cheek. Jill surprised them all by giving him a kiss on the lips.

He strode off to a waiting boat, waved, and sped off.

Chantal and Edie showed Kat to her room, an enormous space with two queen size beds.

"You'll have to share with Mom, all right?"

Jill looked at them and Chantal winked.

Kat was thrilled.

"Now, if you want, we can go down to the beach."

Kat wasted no time in getting into the bikini she had brought. While she changed, they had a hushed conversation.

"There are no men around today, only women. Mike said you might feel more comfortable. And don't worry, we act like adults when we're not alone."

They went down to the beach, after Jill made sure Kat was covered with tanning oil. She immediately jumped in, and they all played for about an hour.

Going back to the gazebo, they reapplied lotion, got some cold drinks from the cooler, and lay down to work on their tans.

Jill wiggled back and forth, before she sat upright.

"This is ridiculous!" she said, looking at Kat.

"Honey we're here alone. There are no men around, none even on the island. I've been tanning topless. do you mind?"

Kat sat opened mouthed. Despite her penchant for thrill seeking, she always thought she was a little repressed. She nodded no, and soon her mother and her friends were topless. She was surrounded by tanned breasts, and she became a little jealous.

"Uh, Mom, since we're here alone, can I take my top off too?"

Jill grinned, glad she wasn't offended.

"Sure honey, just make sure you use plenty of lotion, wouldn't do to get burned there your first day, would it?"

Kat giggled, and self consciously lotioned her breasts, getting embarrassed when her nipples hardened.

They assured her it was just natural, and soon all thoughts of embarrassment were gone.

Regretfully, after an hour, they redonned their tops and went back up to the house. Lisa gave Kat a native wrap in bright blue, and taught her how to wrap and tuck, making her practice until she could do it on her own. Just before Mike returned, Lisa wove flowers into her hair to match her mother.

They were all waiting for him when the boat landed.

He looked up, admiring the group, before going to greet them. They all gave him a kiss on the cheek. When he got to Kat he praised her, saying she looked like a little native.

She surprised everyone by pulling Mike down,and reaching up on her toes, to kiss his cheek.

"Thank you sir, for bringing me out. I'm sure Mom appreciates it too."

Mike actually colored a bit, before bursting into a grin and lifting Kat off her feet, twirling her until she laughed. He sat her down gently, and asked for a moment alone with her mom.

"Jill, I hope you don't think I have any designs on your daughter. I would never..."

She put her hand to his lips.

"Shhh. I know that. Remember, I profiled you. If you have a weakness, it's fondness of children. I know she's quite safe around you, and that Edie and Chantal will behave. In fact, both seem quite struck with her. Now, let's have dinner."

They ate, talked on safe subjects, drew Kat out to talk about herself. Even Jill learned a few things about her daughter. She was surprised to find there were a few boys interested in her.

Mike took her hand.

"Kat, you seem like a fine young woman. My upbringing was a little unorthodox, but one thing I learned early was the effects of peer pressure. I'm not so far removed that I don't remember how teenage boys are. Be careful, Kat, if you do anything, do it because you want to, not because you think you have too. Understand?"

She flushed a little and nodded her head.

"Good" he said. Now, who wants their ass kicked in video games?"

They trooped into the living room, where a state of the art gaming system had been hooked up to the sixty inch television. For the next ninety minutes they all played. Mike with the intensity he applied to all things. Kat was the best of the bunch, and beat him a few times, before the girls started ganging up on him, eliminating him early every time. He finally gave up, and sat and watched smiling, as they went at it. Kat started nodding, and Jill told her to go to bed, her body was still adjusting to the new time zone.

She sat while she showered and got ready for bed, brushing her hair like she did when she was a child before tucking her in. She was asleep within minutes.

Jill went back to the living room, jumped into his lap, and gave him a passionate kiss. 

"For a dangerous man with no moral compass, you're a sweetie pie."

Mike laughed.

"Jilly, I've been called many things, but never that."

He kissed them all, and told them he'd like to sleep alone tonight. They were all a bit disappointed, but respected his wishes.

The next morning he told them he wasn't working, and that he needed to go to the village.

"You're all coming. Kat, I don't know if your mom told you, but tonight, she has to attend a social function, at the command of the king of this country. He has extended an invitation to you, when he found out you were coming."

He stopped, smiling at her amazed look.

"Know what that means? It means you have to go shopping! You need a dress, shoes, jewelry, the works. So take a few minutes, get ready, and let's go!"

The girls scrambled, and in record time were in the boat, urging him to hurry.

Jill talked to her on the way, preparing her.

"Honey, you have to remember, we're in a foreign country, with different customs. It's legal and accepted here for women to appear topless, it's been a way of life for centuries. So please try not to stare, it's rude, and these are a very polite people."

Mike had chosen to wear the typical native dress, a male version of the wrap. Jill was surprised to see him barefoot. with some sort of native bracelets on his wrists, and a matching necklace. She was also impressed with the deference he was accorded, even though they called him by his native name and seemed genuinely friendly.

Lisa had come in a different boat, to shop. She had rolled her top down, sighing as her breasts were bared. Americans were a strange race, she mused. They loved seeing naked women, but were uncomfortable when faced with more than one set of breasts in a social setting. She had slept with a few, and found them mostly selfish, with very limited skills.

She remembered her first encounter with Mike, when he first bought the house. He was definitely the exception to the rule. Kind, open, admiring her body and sexuality without being rude. He was a native born in the wrong skin, in her opinion.

When they got to the crowded market, Kat instinctively grabbed Mikes' hand for reassurance. Jill smiled at the sight and said nothing. Soon, though, she got comfortable, and would dart this way and that, exclaiming over the selections. They took her to the shoe maker, where she got three pair of sandals, in one, two, and three inch heels. She insisted on wearing the low ones the rest of the morning.

They had taken her to the dressmaker first thing. Mike had already ordered a dress suitable for the function, in several different colors. He bought them all, and the tailor measured her for alterations, promising the one she picked would be ready before they left, and the rest would be delivered the next day.

She picked up two more native wraps, some jewelery, and after asking, small gifts for her closest friends and her brother. It pleased Mike that she was thinking of others.

Jill and Kat had no idea what they spent that day, because he had it all billed to him, and never discussed it.

They went back to the house and rested for two hours.

Kat wasn't really surprised when she woke from her nap to see her mom and her friends walking around the house topless. 

"Mike must not be here" she thought,as she donned a wrap and walked into the living room as bare breasted as the rest.

The women stopped talking and smiled. She was just about to greet them when Mike walked into the room. She let out a little shriek and fled to her bedroom. Jill followed her.

"Kat, honey, it's all right. He was in a room full of breasts, you were just part of the crowd. Mike means you no harm and doesn't think ill of you. Now, I think you'd be more comfortable if you'd put your bikini top on. Join us when you're ready."

She collected her thoughts, donned her top, brushed her hair, and went back into the living room. Mike tried to apologize, but she stopped him.

"It's all right. I keep forgetting I'm just a girl. Don't worry, I'll grow up someday."

He grinned and kissed her cheek, then disappeared into his room. The women spent the next few hours getting ready. Edie and Chantal told them not to worry about their hair, they would fix it after they arrived. Helicopters play havoc with hair.

They arrived, circling the city before setting down. The largest in the country, it was still less than a hundred thousand people.

The waiting limo whisked them to the palace. Security was pretty tight, but the crowd was in a festive mood. Legislation had been signed that day moving the country closer to democracy. And though Kat didn't realize it, her mother was instrumental in getting it done.

They met and mingled with dignitaries from many countries, there were twenty embassies, with more countries begging to establish ties with the country.

Kat and her mom were amazed by it all. The king was abut five nine, and wore a tuxedo top over his native wrap. He thanked Jill profusely enough to embarrass her, and introduced Kat to his son by his second wife. They were the same age, and he was to escort her at dinner and the dance that followed.

He was slightly shorter, with a lean, muscled body and liquid brown eyes. One of her favorite pictures from the time set on her nightstand for years. After all, how many fifteen year old girls can say they dined and danced with a real live prince?

Jill danced with the Japanese, French, and Dutch ambassadors, and several prominent businessmen. She got one dance with Mike.

"I won't share your bed anymore, will I?"

He smiled sadly.

"Probably not, not with your daughter near. She's a pretty sharp girl, and I'm sure she is guessing how personal our sessions were. I hope despite how it started out you had a good time, maybe learned a little about yourself."

He stepped back so she could see his face.

"And Jilly, I really would like to see you sometime on a professional level. I have issues from the past I can't let go of. Maybe you can help clarify some thoughts so I can move on."

She knew he was talking about his ex, Shanna Jones.

"It's been almost two years and he still loves her. It's written all over his face. Maybe there's hope for them yet."

Every one she had interviewed talked of his time with Shanna as being the happiest in his life. And she knew, despite his flaws, he was a decent man who deserved whatever happiness he could get.

The next day he and Chantal were gone. Kat hugged him hard, thanking him for the experience of a lifetime.

"It's not over yet. Your mom has made arrangements for you two to stay two more days. Edie wants to stay as well, so she can be your guide."

Jill cried as she hugged him, thanking him for the gift.

So they spent two more days on the island. The prince and a dozen of his friends, both sexes, joined them them the last afternoon and evening. Lights were strung on the beach, bonfires were built, music was provided.

The girls were all local, and wore thong bottoms, donning wraps as the night progressed. Jill wasn't surprised to see the prince and Kat slow dancing, swaying gently to the music. What did surprise her was to see her without her bikini top. Then she realized she and Edie were still topless. They got some appreciative glances from the boys, but they weren't disrespectful. 

At one in the morning they stopped the party, ushering the prince and his friends to the large launch they had arrived in. No one seemed to notice when Kat pulled him behind some palms. They were both flushed and smiling when they returned three minutes later.

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Kat returned to school with quite a story. Her friends were disbelieving at first, but when she showed them photos and video clips they were awed. It was icing on the cake after soccer practice when they hit the showers, and Kat showed off her out of season tan, with no lines at all.

Jill went back to her practice a changed woman. She gave a full report of what happened, and her employer sent her a nice severance check. She was nervous for about three months, until a man in a suit stopped her in the street.

"Mike says hello, and to tell you you can relax. It's over, you'll never be bothered again."

She smiled, relaxed for the first time since leaving the island. As she walked back to her office from lunch, she idly rubbed the back of her neck. The tattoo was tiny, almost invisible in her hairline.

Edie and Chantal had showed her theirs. Five days later she sent Mike an email with a photo. All you could see was the back of her neck, her hair pulled up.

"Mine" it said,in tiny letters.

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You know, these things post a lot faster if you remember to push the 'submit' button. I wondered for four days why it hadn't shown up until I checked and saw I hadn't sent it. Sorry.

As always, thanks for reading, comment if you want, vote if you think it's worth it.

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Earthquake and Aftershock



"God damnit" I swore to out loud, driving way faster than I should have been this late at night. "What am I going to do now?" I thought to myself.

A few hours ago I had come home from the gym earlier than usual and seen my now soon to be ex-boyfriend with some random slut I'd never seen before. I was about to walk up to them before I saw him grab her ass and start making out with her. Chris, my boyfriend, and I hadn't had a chance to have sex in the past week and today I came home early to surprise him with a nice fuck.

"Well that's all out of the question now" I said to myself, biting my lip. I was still really horny. After all, I was an 18 year old woman in her first year of college. Chris and I tried to have sex as often as we could. Now I'd be frustrated for the rest of the night.

"I guess I'll go crash at Dad's" I thought, mulling over any other possibilities I had. I loved my Dad but I didn't really want to explain everything that had happened, especially considering how long it took to convince him to let me move in together with my boyfriend.

"I guess it can't be helped." I said as I took the next exit towards my Dad's house.

I pulled up to the house to see it completely dark. I looked at the clock and saw that it was already 12AM. "Woah, I guess I spent a longer time driving around than I thought I had."

I walked up to the front door and knocked hard, knowing my father often worked in the mornings and could already be asleep.

A few minutes passed before I went to knock again. I brought my hand to the door and just as I hit it again the door swung open. My father stood in the doorway in nothing but his boxers and a tight T-shirt.

"Daddy!" I exclaimed. "I missed you!" I said as I went to hug him. As I pulled close to him I felt his hard chest and body, toned from years of being working out, press against me. My dad was always kind of a work out freak. He ran and lifted weights several times a week to keep in shape, even though he was now already 40.

"Kim?" he asked, obviously just woken up from a deep sleep, "What are you doing here?"

"Actually, Daddy, I need a place to stay for the night. I'll tell you about it in a sec' but can you let me in? I'm cold out here." I hadn't noticed but I still only had on my yoga shorts and tank top from the gym. The tight fabric clung to my tight ass and my nipples began to harden from the cold nighttime air.

"Sure, baby. Come on in. Now tell me, what's wrong?" He asked lovingly. My father had always been very understanding and, while it sometimes made him a bit too overprotective of me, he always tried to take care of me.

"Well," I began as I stepped past him into the house, momentarily feeling like there were eyes on my scantily clad ass. I shook it off, knowing there was no reason for my Dad to stare and continued my story: "I was coming back from the gym earlier tonight -that's the reason I'm in these workout clothes- and I saw Chris groping and kissing some skank right outside our apartment. I'm so fucking pissed but I didn't know what else to do!" at this point I started to ramble a bit emotionally, "There was no way I was staying there and I didn't feel like confronting him right there. I just felt betrayed, so I drove around for a few hours and came here. I'm sorry for waking yo-" I tried to finish tears streaming down my face, before my father pulled me close to him. 

"Shh, baby. It's okay, Kim. That kid is an asshole. I hoped he wouldn't be like that but it's fine now. You don't need him. And don't worry about waking me, I don't even have work tomorrow." He said as he put his arms around me and held me close.

I always felt very safe being hugged by my Dad. He meant the world to me and I always knew he'd protect me if I ever needed it. "Thanks, Daddy. I love you!" I said, cheering up as I held my father tightly. For a second I thought I felt an unknown hardness but before I felt any more he pushed me away.

"I love you too, Kimmy. Now go get washed up. I'm sure you're tired from the gym. You can probably find some clothes you left here in your room. I haven't done laundry yet so I don't have any clean towels but I'll go do that now while you're in the shower." My father said, offering to help. He was treating me like a teenager again, but I didn't mind. I guess I'd always be his little princess.

"Okay, Daddy. I'll go clean up. I still feel kinda' icky from my workout."

As he walked away towards the laundry room I wandered back to my childhood room to see if there was anything I could wear. It was exactly how I'd left it, and I remembered everything that was in there. I realized now I'd taken pretty much everything that fit with me to college, but I did see my old silken robe that I'd used so often as a younger teenager.

"This will have to do for now," I said to myself as I pulled it off the hook on the back of my door and headed to the bathroom.

I closed the door, hung my robe on the towel rack and turned on the water, feeling it with my hand and making sure it was hot. "Man, I really need this," I thought to myself as I began undressing. As I slipped off my tank top and bra I caught my reflection in the mirror. I had perky D cup breasts that I was pretty proud of. I had a hot, lithe body from working out so often. My tight yoga shorts hugged my curvy frame as I admired my tight body in the full length mirror. I moaned lightly as I rubbed my firm tits; I was still very horny from lack of relief.

I snapped out of it as I realized that there wasn't actually a lock in this bathroom. I didn't want my dad to see if he came to bring me a towel or something, so I decided it'd be better to put that off for later.

I slowly pulled down my yoga shorts and panties over my wide, child-bearing hips and admired my body one last time before I went to get into the shower. I stepped in and began to wash myself up, cleaning away the dirt and grime of my workout and the rest of the day. I soaped up my breasts and kneaded them as I washed the bubbles away. I bent over to shampoo my hair, unintentionally pressing my ass and tight holes against frosted glass door.

Just as I did this the door opened and my Dad, who I assumed just came in to place the laundry on the cabinet, walked in to quite a view.

"Oh jesus, sorry Kim!" he said as I jumped form surprise and turned around, getting shampoo in my eyes in the process. I realized he had just seen a prefect view of my tight ass and pussy through the shower door.

I tried to cover up with the rest of the door, the soap in my eyes no making me not realizing that the fogged glass displayed my tits perfectly as they pressed firmly into it.

"Daddy, what are you doing?" I said, very embarrassed as I wiped my eyes and saw him stare at my chest for half a second before turning away.

"Sorry baby, I just tried to sneak in here and put the clean towel down so I could be on my way to bed. I didn't mean to intrude," he said, very flustered, now completely turned around and obviously avoiding talking about seeing me naked.

"It's fine Daddy, just get out! I'm still washing my hair! Leave the towel on the cabinet." I said, bright red with embarrassment.

"Okay, princess. Sorry about that. Goodnight" He said, closing the door.

"Oh god, I hope he didn't see too much." I thought to myself. Surprisingly, however, the thought of my father seeing my in the shower sent a bolt of excitement throughout my body. I was getting a little wet.

"Ugh, I'm so fucking horny." I muttered to myself as grabbed the towel I began to dry. "I'll have a little me time in the bedroom after I dry off." I thought again, very desperate for some relief.

I stepped out of the shower onto the cold tile floor and began to put on and tie my silk robe around my body. It was pretty thin at this point in time after years of use and was almost see-through. I looked at myself in the mirror as I tied the waistband. I could clearly see my hard nipples through the fabric and the bottom of the robe barely came down to under my ass cheeks.

"Well, this is kind of indecent but I guess I'm just going to go to sleep, I can throw my clothes in the laundry so they are ready for tomorrow." I reasoned.

With that, it was time to head to my room. Just as I looked away from the mirror, I noticed the cabinet next to me started to shake. It was a large shelf usually filled with toiletries and towels, and it was pretty heavy.

Just as I began to wonder what was happening , my question was answered. Soon the mirror on the wall started to shake too, and the rest of the room followed after. The entire bathroom began to violently shake as what felt like the floor began to come out from under me. It was an earthquake!

As I struggled to keep my balance by grabbing onto the shelf, I slipped on the tile and was flung back into the wide tub. I screamed incredibly loudly as I tried to grab on the shelf, causing it to tip over while the earth shook below the house. The cabinet came crashing down over the tub. Thankfully the sides of the tub stopped it from falling on my body, but it left me trapped while the ground shook. I heard crashes as the earthquake continued, sounding like it was causing quite a lot of damage inside the house. It wasn't shaking quite enough to break the house or anything, but it was definitely toppling over a lot of things in the rest of the house from what I could hear.

After a minute or so the shaking began to settle down, eventually coming to a stop. It was then I realized my less than convenient situation. I was trapped in the tub by a giant cabinet, certainly something too heavy for me to lift from this position. I didn't feel any pain so I figured I wasn't hurt, but I was shaken up and definitely scared.

As I sized up the situation I eventually heard the door to the bathroom slam open. I heard my father's voice: "Kim, you in here? Are you okay, baby?" he said, obviously very worried.

"Yes Daddy, I'm in here! I'm stuck in the tub behind this shelf but I'm okay. I don't think I'm hurt at all. I just fell into the tub when the earthquake started!" I said, being eased by the safety of my dad being there to help.

"Okay, princess. I'm gonna' lift this up so you can get out of there and we can fix this up!" He said, nearing the tub. "Be careful while I push this aside."

He grabbed the corner of the shelf and lifted it enough to push it over on. He released it off of the tub onto the ground and its side, so it wouldn't tip over again.

"Hey baby," he said, smiling and noticeably relieved. "Let me help you up." He stretched out his arm.

"Thanks, Daddy. I thought I was in trouble!" I said, grabbing his arm and attempting to lift myself up. I was still shaken up from the ordeal but I managed to start to get to my feet, my knees slightly weak. At this point I looked up at my dad and saw a large bulge in his boxers. He was clearly taring at my chest as he continued to help me. I realized that the earthquake and fall had untied my robe, and my robe was revealing both of my tits and my hard nipples. My father's cock was hard from seeing my body pressed up against the glass and I was unintentionally flaunting my perky breasts right in front of him.

I blushed as I stepped out of the tub again, but this time before I could even begin to start tying the straps again the ground started to shake again, this time more violently.

"What's happening, Daddy?" I said frantically, this time scared at the increased shaking.

"It's probably an aftershock," he tried to begin before the ground shook even more. He was still helping me up, and this time the ground shaking caused him to slip on the water that had gotten on the floor from the tub. We both tumbled backwards, him falling on his back and me onto his chest, facing him.

The ground once again seemed to stabilize, giving us a momentary breather before realizing the situation. I was naked, save for a skimpy silk robe, straddling my father's lap. My tits were in plain view, practically pushed into his face. As I tried to cover up, the robe rode up more onto my ass, completely revealing my wide hips and wet, puffy pussy.

"Baby, you need to get up," he announced, as I tried to stand up.

I tried to get up from the awkward position, but the confined space and wet tub caused me to slip again and fall into his chest, my nipples pressing hard into his body. "I'm trying, Daddy. The tub is in such a weird position that I can't get out!" I exclaimed.

"No, baby, you need to try again. You need to get up right now!" He said, way more concerned this time.

"Why, what's wrong?" I tried to ask as the ground for the third time began to shake, this time way less hard. It was at this point I realized what my father was trying to warn me of. I felt a large hardness press into my hip and looked down. My father's penis had started to poke out through his boxers and into my naked lower body. As we began to shake more, its full size popped out, firmly sticking into me, just above my pussy. I couldn't help but notice my father's cock was gigantic. It was easily the biggest I'd seen, and I instinctively licked my lips.

I looked up at my father who was starting blatantly at my breasts As I bobbed up and down under the force of the earthquake, my tits bounced up and down again right in front of his face. He was mesmerized, and as he continued to watch my tits move he cock got harder and harder.

My naked lower half ground hardly into his crotch, my ass trapping his cock as it pressed into my sex. As the ground rumbled, our bodies pressed against each other until slowly but surely his cock started to press on the lips of my pussy.

"Oh lord. I'm sorry, Kim!" he said as he snapped out of the spell he was under. He still watched my breasts jostle up and down but he was aware of the situation. Our bodies moved together as the aftershock raged. His enormous cock ground hard into my pussy, and by this point I was sopping wet.

The shaking increased and, this time, my dad's hard cock pounded into the entrance of my tight pussy. "Oh, god, Daddy!" I screamed as I was impaled on his gigantic member. I felt like I was being split in half as his cock further entered my womb. Finally, his cock bottomed out deep in my pussy as I attempted to adjust to his size. His entire cock filled me to the brim, stretching and filling me like I'd never been filled before.

"Oh, fuck, princess. I'm sorry, but you're so god damn tight!" He said as the earthquake began to bounce me up and down on his thick member. At this point I was so horny I didn't care anymore. I started to match the movements of the earthquake and fuck my Dad's cock for all it was worth.

"Kimmy?" he questioned as I rode my father's cock, "what are you doing?"

"Oh god!" I moaned as his cock once again pounded my tight pussy. "I'm fucking you, Daddy! I'm so fucking horny. I need you to fuck me right now." I said as I pressed my mouth hard into his.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Fill your slutty daughter's pussy with your huge cock!" I screamed as he broke the kiss.

"Baby!" he grunted as he started to match my movements. He took my dark areola into his mouth and cupped my other breast as he fucked me. I moaned as he gently gnawed on my hard nipples. "Oh, fuck me Daddy!" I repeated, "Fuck your daughter's tight little cunt!"

As I continued to buck against him I felt my orgasm start to come up over me. "I'm about to cum, Daddy! Make your sweet little princess cum on your hard cock!" I screamed as I pressed both my tits hard into his chest and kissed him again. Our tongues swirled in each other's mouths as we shared a passionate kiss as father and daughter.

He grabbed my tight ass and pounded into me farther than he had before, both of us nearing our edge. Right as I realized that the room was no longer shaking I began to climax on my father's cock. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" I screamed into my daddy's chest as I orgasmed harder than I could ever remember.

My pussy contracted on my father's hard cock, tightening like a vise on his enormous shaft. "Jesus, you're so fucking tight, baby. I'm gonna cum!" he said in grunts as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm.

"I'm on the pill, Daddy! Cum in your daughter's tight pussy! Fill up your baby's womb with your hot cum!" I said as I felt my father tense up.

"I'm cumming now, princess. Milk your daddy's cock!" He said as he squeezed my shapely ass and ran his hands over my womanly hips.

As he said that I felt his cock explode deep in my tight cunt, splashing against the walls of my womb. He continued to fill up my sopping pussy with the most cum I've ever felt, emptying his balls in his daughter's fertile womb.

I collapsed on his chest as my orgasm subsided and his balls finished filling me up completely with his hot load. "Oh god, Daddy. That was amazing!" I said, finally relieved of my sexual frustration.

As I said this the realization of his actions kicked in. "Holy shit I just fucked my own daughter. I unloaded my balls into my baby's tight pussy! I'm a horrible father!" he said, now completely guilt ridden.

"It's okay, Daddy!" I said as I pressed my breasts against his chest and ground my pussy onto his cock. "I wanted this really bad, and you completely fucked my brains out. I love you!" I exclaimed as I pressed my lips against his. We locked eyes as our lips touched, him finally relenting.

"Okay, baby. I just didn't want to take advantage of you. I love you too, princess." He said as he smiled at me, and looked down at my body with lust still in his eyes.

"I guess this earthquake was good fortune, Daddy!" I said as I began to look around. At this point my father realized everything had stopped shaking and that the earthquake was finally over. "I guess so, sweetie!" He said, this time lifting me off of his cock.

With this I was finally able to stand up and survey what had happened. As I got up my robe completely slid off to the floor, revealing the entirety of my curvy, tight body.

"Jesus," my father said, as he stood up. I turned around, thinking he was talking about the damages that had happened to the bathroom when I noticed he was looking at me.

"Do you see anything you like, Daddy?" I asked shyly, blushing and looking away.

"I see my daughter's tight little ass just waiting to be fucked" he said, now in command as he grabbed my waist and pulled me to him. I felt safe in my daddy's arms as he squeezed my ass.

I jumped onto him and placed my arms around his neck as he picked me up by my round ass and set me on his re-hardening cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pushed into my pussy, kissing him in the process.

"So, Daddy," I began, lowering myself further onto his enormous manhood, "I was thinking that after we clean this up I could move back in with you, like old times!" I said sweetly, biting my lip and pushing my breasts out into his chest.

"Sure thing, baby. Anything for my Kim" he said, bottoming out into my pussy and making me yelp out in pleasure. "But we'll leave the cleaning for later," He said as he pushed me against the wall and cupped my perky tits, pressing his lips against mine. He kissed me again, as a father making love to his sexy little slut of a daughter.



Earthquake Girl



Kelly opened her eyes to the gray foam ceiling tiles of a college dorm room. Her head lulled to the side. There was her boyfriend lying naked next to her, ripped chest heaving, his limp penis still deflating into the neon green condom.

I'm really sleeping with a football player, she thought. How cliché.

Kelly elbowed herself up to a seated position, making a cushion of pillows for her back. With one hand she pulled her blonde hair behind her shoulder. She pulled the blanket of the twin size bed up to her waist below her naked breasts and settled into her makeshift nest. And now we wait for the football star to recover.

"Oh, god, Kell. God that was good."

"Mmm," she replied. He got up to clean up, kissing her briefly on his way to the bathroom he shared with two other suitemates. She briefly considered pleasuring herself while he was in there, but decided to wait until she got back to her apartment.

He returned and pulled on a pair of boxer-briefs. He really is good looking. Shame about the sex though. And she did like him, really. It wasn't like he was a dunce. He's a bio major, she reasoned, and funny too.

"Babe, I gotta study for this exam," he said, flopping down next to her on the tiny bed.

"I know, and then you have practice. I think I might head out to the open mic at the Commons tonight, to kill time." It was Friday, a day on which she had no classes. Three-day weekends for a whole semester. What more could a college senior want?

She grabbed her t-shirt from the desk next to the bed and pulled it snugly over her ample breasts. "Wait a minute, come here," he said, playfully smushing his face into her chest, munching her nipple through her shirt. "Nom, nom, nom, I want some of these!"

She pushed him away, laughingly. "You just had some. Now you need to study," she leaned over to kiss him. "And so I depart!" She hastily pulled on her jeans and slip-on shoes. "I'll call you later." They kissed. "Bye."

She was glad for the cool late-morning air outside the dorm. Boys' dorms are gross. Briefly she rummaged in her backpack for a large hair clip. She gathered up her hair loosely and clipped it into place. She set out on the 15 minutes walk to her shared campus apartment.

Climbing the stairs to her unit, she scanned the parking lot for her roommate's car. Looks like Chloe isn't home. The thought of what she would do with the empty apartment sent a low level current of arousal through her body. Once inside apartment 3-A she closed and locked the door, tossing her backpack on the couch. Out of habit she plugged in the white Christmas lights she always kept taped to the walls of her room and closed the door. Kicking off her shoes and jeans, she flopped herself onto her college insignia bedspread. She hadn't worn a bra to her boyfriend's dorm this morning, and her too-small t-shirt had chafed her nipples pleasurably on the walk home. Her hand moved to them now, touching one nipple, then the other over her shirt. Then, her favorite part, she lifted her t-shirt slowly upwards, holding it tight on her nipples. One after the other her breasts popped from under the fabric. She used both hands to cup and tease her breasts, thinking of her boyfriend, oh if only. The fingers of one hand moved down her body, slipping into her panties. She stayed like that for a while, rubbing her clit with one hand, pinching a nipple with the other. Then she flipped over onto her stomach on the bed so that she could lightly drag the bedspread over both nipples. She arched her back, lifting her ass to bring both hands under her clit. She imagined some unknown male figure taking her like this, spreading her ass cheeks to force himself into her from behind. Her body straightened as she moaned into her pillow. She humped her clit against her fingers as she came. After the first orgasm, she rolled onto her back, thinking of the shadowy man hovering over her, he stroking his cock in her face. Her fingers worked furiously, rubbing her clit up and down, up and down, while the shadow man worked his huge cock. She imagined his thumb rubbing over the huge head of his cock before shooting hot cum onto her face, her neck, her tits. She came again, arching her back and pressing evenly on the throbbing between her legs.

Now that's more like it, Kelly thought to herself, having thrown on a pair of sweat pants and a college sweatshirt. She heard her roommate Chloe coming in the front door as she exited her bedroom. "Hey Chloe, how was class?" she called.

"Hey girl, yeah, it was alright. I have to run back out though, I'm meeting a prof for lunch." Chloe threw her backpack through the open door of her own bedroom. "Just wanted to drop this stuff off."

"Are you going to open mic tonight?" Absent her boyfriend for the evening, Kelly imagined herself sitting alone at a table in the Commons, listening to some weed-head freshman reading shit poetry about one love. "Come with me?"

"Oh, Kel, I dunno. I think there's a Greek party off campus."

"Oh, ok." Kelly wanted nothing to do with the fraternity scene. She could barely bring herself to date her current boyfriend, as popular as he was. She wondered briefly if he actually had an exam to study for, or if it was an excuse to go out and party. She had persuaded him to exchange parties for trail hiking and indie rock concerts frequently enough.

"But have fun though, ok? I'll be in late," Chloe said, applying some Chapstick she had produced from her pocket.

"Ok, see you." Chloe blew her a glossy kiss as the front door closed behind her.

Kelly sat on the living room couch. She worked on building up a mood of quiet, satisfying contemplation to combat the imminent reality of being bored for the rest of the afternoon. All this produced though was the seeping knowledge that she would have to break up with her boyfriend soon. We're not compatible, and I'm not having fun anymore. She was sure he would take it well. He had football, and good looks, and Greek parties to attend. Her legs moved to occupy the length of the couch, she gathered up a squishy pillow under her and dozed until evening.

***

She was half way to the Commons when she realized that she had forgotten to put on underwear.

What the fuck? She stopped dead in her tracks, heels dragging a little on the sidewalk. She mentally searched herself, down in her tight jeans. No panties. Just her naked muff, clean from her recent shower. How the hell did I do that? After her nap she grabbed some dinner from the fridge, showered, and dressed for the evening, a simple black halter-top, jeans and heels. And no panties.

Do I go back? She turned around, considering. No, I'm almost there. Commando it is. She resumed her steady pace towards the commons. The sidewalk was well-lit on campus, but she knew better than to loiter alone anywhere at night. Better safe than sorry. The motion of her jeans against her pubic hair was slightly irritating, but she put it to the back of her mind.

The Commons was unusually packed with people. She joined the line to enter the campus café. Inside the lights had been adjusted low. Fifteen round tables were full nearest the stage. Kelly took her place standing near the back next to an emergency exit door. College kids chatted loudly, waiting for the first performer to take the stage.

A young woman in black, who Kelly recognized from the Pink Triangle Society posters, took the stage. Speaking into the microphone, she thanked the audience for coming and suggested that they all donate as they could to the campus activities fund in order to continue monthly open mic nights. She introduced the first act, bowed prettily, and left the stage. Kelly liked the look of her, thought she was beautiful, in a friendly way. Sexy.

The first act was an obviously nervous sophomore girl. She read a poem about marine biology featuring two blue whales in love. It was called "Sensual Cetaceans." Kelly paid polite attention to the first two acts, applauding dutifully with the rest of the audience. The third act was a skit by two freshmen depicting Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet as stoners. Kelly let her mind and her gaze wander from the stage. Some of the crowd laughed weakly, but most stared dully at the stage. Her eyes swept the corners of the room.

Her gaze was met, directly, sternly, by a man seated alone at a table on the edge of the stage. None of the other students seemed to notice that his back was almost turned towards the stage. He was seated with an uninterrupted view of the back of the room. Of where Kelly was standing.

Kelly flicked her eyes away from his steady gaze, then looked back to check if he indeed was watching her. He was. During the applause at the end of the skit, he rose, his table quickly filled by other young people. Kelly watched as the most attractive man she had ever seen walked through the crowd, directly towards her. His dark hazel eyes roamed her face as he made his way towards the back of the room. Kelly caught her breath when she saw the tightness of his black t-shirt reveal hints of his washboard abdomen, and faded black leather pants that left little to be imagined in the bulge. His black boots brought him steadily towards her.

Well, she thought bravely, I'm all for meeting new people. There was no question in her mind that he meant for them to meet, but what other intentions did this mysterious man have? He was close now. He squeezed in between two students, back against the wall, right next to her. His gaze now was on the stage, the first time it had not been on her face since Kelly had first noticed him. Kelly also pretended to watch the stage, which was occupied by a guitarist and a drummer. The band was actually decent. The crowd was into it, rocking their heads and shoulders with the beat. The man was close enough that she could feel the heat from his body. Some of the crowd around them began to dance. Getting up off of the wall, they paired off or just jumped in place. The band was rocking.

Suddenly the man in black turned to her, placed his hands on her hips, drew her away from the wall and she was rocking in time with the music, wrapping her arms around his neck. His dark eyes locked on hers as he pulled her hips close. She could smell his scent, faintly licorice sharp and coffee strong. She moved with him, tossing her blond hair and bringing her face close next to his ear.

"I'm Kelly," she said as they danced tightly. She felt both of his hands, one above the other on her back, like a lover. He turned his head and she could feel his lips just brush her temple.

"I'm Thaddeus." His hands pressed her body against his leather pants, and there was no hiding his excitement. Kelly could barely believe herself as she dropped her hand to his obviously erect cock and stroked it, squeezing the back of his neck simultaneously. He gritted his teeth and rolled his head back as the band played. Abruptly he grabbed her hand away from his giant leather-clad member and walked through the crowd to the emergency back door. Pulled by the hand, she breathlessly followed him.

The black door closed behind them. Thaddeus kissed her mouth savagely, his tongue penetrating her wetness. She returned the kiss with urgency. His hands gently pushed her away, turning her to face the painted steel door. As he slowly moved her so that her head and breasts pressed against the door Kelly reached around to grasp his hard cock. He growled with pleasure, holding her there against the door. Then his hand was in her jeans, finding a growing wetness instead of panties. She felt his cock flex in her hand, his breathing quick in her ear as he stroked her clit. His other hand was in her hair, pushing it, pressing her face to the edge of pain against the door. This only heightened her need, and she tried in vain to stifle her moan of pleasure. He moved his hand from her hair to her rock hard nipple. He pressed her hard against the door, simultaneously pinching her nipple and slipping a finger into her pussy. She contracted hard around his finger, cumming. To her, the earth seemed to shake.

Literally.

The door and brick walls of the commons were quaking, vibrating against Kelly as she came. Thaddeus removed his hands from her, eyes opening with something like panic. Kelly turned, dropping to her knees on the moving pavement. She quickly found the zipper to Thaddeus' leather pants. Despite himself she could see that he was still as hard and throbbing as ever. Quickly she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, which was almost too large to take into her mouth. Two roof tiles crashed down around them. Thaddeus placed his hand against the wall, unable to stop himself, pumped twice in Kelly's softness, and came into her mouth. Kelly tasted him sweet, and swallowed his goodness. The shaking of the ground faded away until it was only Thaddeus, trembling with ecstasy.

***

The next day the school paper as well as local and even national news outlets ran the story of the earthquake whose epicenter geologists had placed at a university campus 300 miles from the nearest fault line. It had been a 4.5 on the Richter scale. No one was harmed thankfully, though the aftershocks had been felt two states away. Some structural damage to two campus buildings was reported.

Kelly was less concerned with the earthquake than she was with her boyfriend. I just cheated on him! Thaddeus had held her close against him as they walked away from the Commons. The crowd inside had spilled out, and everyone was talking about the earthquake, what had caused it, was it a bomb or some other kind of explosion? Kelly had her own theories, which she kept to herself. Don't be crazy, she thought.

Thaddeus suggested that they go get some pizza and talk. Kelly was relieved that he seemed genuinely interested in her and wanted more than a back-alley cum-fest. He drove her to the local pizza place. Although it was still early on a Friday night, the place was closed. They could see the owner inside, picking broken dishes up off of the floor.

"I guess it was worse than we thought," Thaddeus said. He drove her back home. They talked on the way. Thaddeus was a grad student, pursuing a master's in archaeology. Kelly wasn't surprised that she had never seen him before. In a school of 30,000 students, you might never see the same person twice. Thaddeus was well-read, and quite shy, considering what they already knew about each other. At her apartment, he ran around to open her car door with a flourish. She laughed.

"Let me give you my number." She pulled out her cell phone.

He moved in close to her. "Why don't I just come by tomorrow night? Seven sound good?" She replaced her phone in her pocket. In the dome light of her front door, she could compare him to a cross between Charlie Chaplain, Johnny Depp in Benny and Joon, and Jack White of the White Stripes.

"Um, ok, that would be good," she met his gaze, intense and he moved in to kiss her passionately. His tongue was unforgiving, breaking the barrier of her teeth and relentlessly seeking her own. She gasped with pleasure and surprise as she felt him pinch her right nipple between his thumb and index finger. He broke the kiss.

"Good night. Good night, Kelly. You are so beautiful, do you know that? I can't wait until tomorrow." He touched her hair, bringing his lips tenderly to her cheek. He watched her go inside, then turned and left.

As if in a dream, Kelly undressed. She cleaned herself where she hadn't worn panties, feeling completely horny once again. Before bed she checked her phone. There was a text message from Chloe. Was Kelly OK, and at the Greek party she ran into a bedroom during the quake and saw Kelly's boyfriend fucking another girl, some cheerleader. Well, that's fair I suppose. She sent her now ex-boyfriend a text message: We're done.

***

That night she dreamed she was naked, swimming in a vast sea. She swam and swam until she thought her arms might give out. Then the sea became milky white, and buoyant. She floated easily on her back. In her dream she looked down the length of her body. Her breasts were poking through the surface of the thick white sea. She suddenly felt intense arousal. She realized that the sea had been produced by a gigantic cock, at least as large as a stadium. A steady stream of semen surged from the resplendent cock, covering her. Her orgasm in the night was silent.

Chloe had hot coffee prepared the next morning. "Good morning, lady! You want some breakfast? I got in a few hours ago. I was gonna make some eggs."

She's gauging me to see if I'm going to go off about him. "I got your message. Don't worry about me Chloe, it was over with him anyway. In fact," she managed to look slyly at her roommate despite the early hour, "I was a little bad myself last night."

Chloe set down her coffee. "You slut! Do tell!" Kelly poured herself some coffee and joined her friend, explaining the events of the previous night in great detail, as best friends are wont to do. By the time she had finished, Chloe looked concerned. "Kelly, you met this guy, all you really know about him is his name and what he's studying, and you showed him where you live? Not to mention, uh, hello—you sucked him off without speaking so much as five words to the guy!"

Yeah, it was the best I've ever had and we didn't even do it. "Don't worry Chloe. Sure, he was...intense. But the way he knew my body, knew what I would like, and held me after the earthquake. I've never felt anything like that." She didn't mention that by some freakish coincidence she had forgotten to put on panties before the sudden sexual tryst.

Chloe smiled as she headed towards the kitchen. "Well alright, and I'm guessing you want me outta here by seven tonight so you and mystery man can get it on!"

"Shut up! I mean, if that's ok, Chloe—I'm really into this guy. Gimmie a pack of those pop tarts?" Kelly went to the couch and flicked on the tv. Chloe tossed her the tarts and joined her on the couch. The anchor on CNN Headline News was talking about the earthquake.

"Oh my god, yeah, did you feel the aftershock last night?" Chloe asked.

Aftershock? Kelly thought about her erotic dream, about swimming in all that cum, and cumming herself. "Uh, no, I must have slept right through it."

The news anchor went on: ...registered a 4.5 on the Richter scale. Emergency Rescue Crews mobilized across the state. Authorities report that there is no record of any previous earthquake of this magnitude in the history of the state. Governor Francis Richardson issued a statement early this morning commending state and local agencies for their quick response to several minor fires resulting from the quake. Nationally, geologists are theorizing on possible causes of the quake...

"I think I'm going to go shopping, get some stuff for dinner." Kelly rose from the couch. "I'm taking the bus, so...I might not see you."

"Don't worry girl, mystery man is free to come her and fuck you. I won't stand in your way. I'm going out for Indian food with my psych prof anyway."

Kelly whipped her head around towards Chloe. "Uh, your psych prof is taking you to dinner? Are you crazy?" The girls talked on that subject for another hour, Kelly finally telling Chloe to take it easy, he was a married man. Then Kelly caught the next bus into town. She shopped for fresh greens for a salad, picked out the makings for sushi, then thought better of it and packed two frozen pizzas into her basket.

We meant to get pizza last night anyway, she reasoned as she made her way towards the check-out counters. The televisions between every two registers played the same channel, Local News7. From where she stood in line she could just read the scrolling headline, "Mystery Quake Stumps Scientists." Wow, this is a big deal. Images from the night before scrolled through Kelly's mind like a banner. Thaddeus, lewdly staring at her from across the room. Thaddeus, those strong hands on the dance floor. Thaddeus, in her mouth while it seemed the world came down around them both. Thaddeus, holding her tight as they walked from the alley as if from the scene of a crime. But that was silly. We couldn't have had anything to do with that earthquake. People don't cause earthquakes. But hadn't she heard of intense psychological energy causing things to happen? The dollar tabloids her mom used to read always ran headlines like, "Child Moves Car with Mind," and "Ex-husband Causes Wife to Spontaneously Combust." What if something like that was happening between her and Thaddeus?




Earthquake Girl



"Next!" her cashier repeated. She had been holding up the line. Hurriedly she placed the pizzas on the conveyor belt, paid, and left. The bus route home was much farther than the one to town. By the time Kelly arrived, she barely had enough time to throw the pizzas in the over, shower up, and put on her sexiest red dress before a knock came at the door.

She opened it. Thaddeus had arrived in the seven o'clock dusk, shadow accentuating his features, making him look absolutely delectable. Wearing the same leather pants and a fresh black shirt, he smiled warmly at her. "Hi, Thaddeus. Come in." As he entered, Thaddeus brought from behind his back a bouquet of roses, all black, dead, and dried. He handed it to her. Kelly looked from the black bouquet to his quite serious face. Part of her felt like laughing. The other part felt awe at his masterful manipulation of her spirit. She searched herself for a reaction that was true.

She looked into his eyes. "I love these," she said. He leaned toward her, politely, softly, kissed her lips. Where was the beast of desire that had shoved her against the steel door just the night before? "Did you...dry these?"

"Yes, I bought them today," he picked up a slice of pizza from the table. He looked up at her with shy embarrassment. "I had to microwave them."

"Thank you, Thaddeus. She placed the roses on the table and joined him, grabbing a slice herself. As they ate they talked about the usual obligatory background topics: where are you from, what was your childhood like, what are you up to? They laughed about how bad the open mic night acts were. They talked about the earthquake.

"I don't know," Kelly wiped a bit of pizza sauce from the side of her mouth. "Did you feel anything before the quake started? Like, did you know it was coming in some weird way?"

Thaddeus raised his eyebrows. "Did I feel anything? Kelly, I had my hand down your pants, I practically came in my pants humping you against that door. Yeah, I'd say I felt something!"

Kelly placed her crust in the box. Under the table, she found legs with her feet. Let's get this party started.

A shadow passed over Thaddeus' face. His features darkened, making his eyes stand out with a sudden intensity. "Seriously though, when I saw you across the room I knew I had to have you. I had to...take you." She stroked over his leather pants up to his calf. The leather felt wonderful on her bare feet. "And yes, I did feel something before the earthquake. Like the world was about to fall down around us. And I didn't care." Before she knew what was happening he was up out of his seat, standing next to her. His hand dipped under the fabric of her scoop-neck dress, snaking her soft nipple between the crook of his index and middle fingers. She gasped and threw her head backward, her bare toes curling involuntarily. He bent to whisper in her ear as he gently squeezed her nipple. "Put your hands behind the chair, beautiful." She complied willingly. "That's very good." Thaddeus moved himself behind her chair, pressing his hips forward to pin her arms. He used the fingers of both hands to lightly stroke down both sides of her neck, massaging her collarbone, descending slowly down the tops of her breasts, stretching the neck of her dress down and down, until the dress popped over her nipples and her naked breasts spilled out into his waiting palms. She moaned and panted as he teased her nipples. Rockets of pleasure were firing from the very tips of her nipples down to her rapidly engorging clit. As soon as he had started touching her, he stopped.

Kelly looked helplessly up at him, standing next to her. His manhood bulged enticingly exactly at her eye level. She reached for him there, but her hand was intercepted by his. "Where is your bedroom?" He turned his hand to help her rise from her chair. "Bring the flowers," he commanded. Breasts still exposed over the neck of her dress, she picked up the bundle of black roses and led him to her bedroom. He smacked her ass with an open palm as she walked in front of him.

Soft light from her Christmas lights illuminated the small room. Thaddeus took the bundle from her hands, and slowly pulling off the binding string, scattered the dry roses over her bed. He looked at her appraisingly. "That dress is becoming. But I prefer you in the clothes you wore last night."

Kelly looked at her jeans and halter at the top of the laundry basket in the corner. "They're not clean," she said. Every cell in her body felt aflame at what this dark Adonis might have planned. He picked her jeans out of the basket, bringing the crotch to his face. Thaddeus sniffed the still-moist crotch deeply, then tongued and sucked the spot ravenously. Pins and needles raced through her body as she watched him taste her from the night before.

He handed her the jeans. "Wear these," he said, "and nothing else." Kelly stripped immediately, making to spread her legs wide for his benefit. Thaddeus was using his strong hand to pleasure the beast within the leather cage of his pants. Kelly pulled the jeans on over her bare ass, and she could feel the warm phantom of his tongue just an inch below her pussy. Thaddeus removed his own shirt to reveal tight abs and arms wired with muscle. They embraced, her naked tits pressing against his chest. She moaned as he licked her ear lobe, neck, and breasts. His hands were on her jeaned ass, pulling her onto his still sheathed cock. Kelly playfully pushed one hand on his chest, moving him away.

"What do you want me to do now?" she asked breathily.

"I want you to lie on the bed, facedown, with your hands behind your back." He produced from his pocket a black silk ribbon. "I want to tie you up. Is that ok?" His face softened with the question.

"Yes," was her reply. Kelly showily got on her hands and knees on the bed, making sure to stick out her ass for him. Then she rolled her chest down towards the bed, leaving her ass just elevated off of the bed. Her face in a pillow, she put her hands behind her bare, curving back. The dried rosebuds sent shards of pleasure/pain into her body. Sharp edges of black petals stimulated her cherry-hard nipples, and the arch of her back put tension on her clit that made her drip wet inside her jeans. She groaned in pleasure and expectation. Climbing onto the bed behind her, Thaddeus quickly executed a tight knot around her wrists with the silk band. Settling himself behind her and between her legs, he sighed with pleasure at the sight of her. Kelly felt his hands at the waist of her jeans, and she cried out as he suddenly ripped them down to her mid-thighs. Now her dripping pussy was completely exposed to him, throbbing. Thank god, she thought when his fingers reached in and found her clitoris. He stroked her from behind, and although she moaned and begged, he did not allow her to cum. Instead he slipped one wet finger, then two into her welcoming pussy. He thrust with his fingers, widening the passage for the main act.

Kelly felt out of her mind with excitement. She heard herself calling out to him, "please let me cum. Please!" His fingers were finding that tender spot within her hot wetness. She made her pussy tight on his finger to show him she was ready. She heard the sound of leather on skin and knew he was about to enter her. He groaned as he rolled the condom tight over his shaft. She widened her knees as much as the jeans would allow, lifting her chest slightly from the bed. When his cock slid into her, her tits slapped back down on the hard dried roses. Instantly she started to cum. She buried her face in her pillow, and he heard the muffled screams, "Yes! Yes!" He felt her cunt contract hard around his shaft. He withdrew his cock so that just the head was in her, receiving the full force of her cumming. The tightness of it sent him, and he ripped off the condom as he came, aiming it at her back, her ass. She continued to moan as she felt his cum on her. Wildly she thought, the stuff dreams are made of.

The Christmas lights fell halfway off of the wall, as they sometimes did when the tape needed to be replaced. They fell the rest of the way. Kelly realized that something was happening. She flipped over onto her back, smearing cum on her bedspread. Thaddeus undid the silk knot, freeing her. She scrambled up to him, and they held each other on their knees on the bed as the walls shook. A great rumble arose. The window to her bedroom shattered, and Kelly screamed. Thaddeus wrapped both his arms around her as a shield. Kelly heard the tv fall off of the table and break in the living room. They waited. Finally the rumbling subsided into a faint groan. Among the broken glass and black rose petals, Thaddeus gazed into Kelly's eyes. They kissed. It was the deepest, most loving, transporting kiss she would ever know. And she knew it would be their last.

***

The global community of geologists would never be able to fully explain the earthquakes that year. It was agreed that the first major quake was nothing compared to the one that followed the next day. The second quake caused extensive structural damage, widespread fires and serious water main breakage, though miraculously there were no deaths. It registered an 8.1 on the Richter scale, one of the strongest earthquakes in North American history. Geology students at Kelly's university would study the case long after she had graduated.

Kelly and Thaddeus kept in touch as months turned to years, though always from long distances. His colleagues privately called Thaddeus "reverse rabbit's foot," for it always seemed that when Thaddeus was on a dig, one of those nights there would be minor tremors in the earth, causing dust and debris to layer the excavation site. Just like the aftershock of an earthquake. Kelly relished the nights when Thaddeus would call, telling her to put her panties in her mouth, or touch her toes in front of a full-length mirror. She sought out and found a small house surrounded by miles of Arizona desert. Summers there were filled with simple ecstasy, though neighboring townsfolk often complained of sudden dust storms emanating from the direction of the house, as if some giant had kicked sand towards the towns. The townsfolk whispered often in the corners of public places of the witch woman who hung dead dried roses from the porch and could make the very earth quake.



Enslaved



I stood outside the doorway, preparing myself to enter. I wasn't... well, I wasn't entirely ready to face him, to tell the truth.

You see, Dr. Matthews was my thesis advisor. I was taking my PhD in advanced psychology, and my work aligned perfectly with his. My acceptance to the program had been nothing but the best news of my life, and the first year I worked with him had been a joy. But... well, things changed over this past week. You see, in all the time we'd been together, I guess he had... I dunno, he thought I was coming on to him or something. Last week, in one of our sessions, he had tried to kiss me. I rebuffed him, and I left his office in a panic.

We hadn't talked since, but we both knew we had to. The thing is- well, it's not like he's a bad guy. He's handsome, he's funny, he's smart, but- well, he's almost twice my age, and he's married! I don't do that sort of thing, I'm not that sort of girl. His voicemail was just a terse "Kate, we need to talk. Today. 3 PM." And so that's how I found myself here, in front of his office, steeling myself to go in. Finally, taking a deep breath, I knocked.

"Come in." he said, his low voice echoing beneath the door. I entered, and the moment he saw me I saw his jaw tighten. Clearly he was as embarrassed as I was.

"Ah, Kate." He said, taking off his glasses. "Please, sit down."

"Thank you." I said cordially, cool but polite. I sat down in the high-back leather chair, unconsciously smoothing my skirt as I did so.

"Look, Kate, I..." he said. He put his hands on his face, rubbing it. "I'll get to the point. I was wrong. You're not to blame here. I was completely, utterly in the wrong for what I did. I should not have assumed you felt the way I did, and I should never, ever have been as forward as I was or initiated any sort of romantic contact between us."

"I..." I said. He held up his hand.

"Please, let me finish." He said. "You don't have to say anything, if you don't want to. And if you'd like to change advisors, I'd understand. However, I want to put this past us, and I'd like to continue working together. Your work really is amazing, and I'm not just saying that. Do you think we can put this incident behind us and get back to work, in a professional setting, and do the amazing work we know we can do?"

"I..." I said. I smiled with relief, the first time this whole week. I was grateful how he had approached it, how sympathetic he was. "Thank you. And yes, I'm ready to get back to work if you are."

"Fantastic!" he said. "I was actually just working on something before you came in that I'd like your opinion on."

"Be happy to lend it. What were you working on?" I said. He swiveled his monitor around so I could see it.

"Well... that's the thing. I'm not sure, exactly." He said. "It's a new type of image-based mind therapy from a colleague of mine at the University of Rotterdam. It's supposed to elicit strong feelings and thoughts in the viewer if it's calibrated to the specific viewer, but I'm not feeling anything. Do you have any experience in this?"

"Dr. Von Helfing's experiments?" I said. I furrowed my brow. "A little. It was promising, but there was something about it being too specialized to have any useful therapeutic purpose. I do remember the basic way the images were supposed to work, however."

"Can you take a look at this one and see if maybe you can retool it a bit?" he said. "I'd love for it to work before I bring it to a departmental meeting."

"Sure, I'd be happy to." I said. The monitor was a little far away, so I stood up and leaned over the desk to get a closer look. I was grateful to see that Dr. Matthews didn't even look down my shirt- he was definitely taking this professionalism really seriously. I put my attention towards the image on the screen. It was your standard Von Helfing mind therapy image, but there was definitely something off about it.

"Hmm, there's definitely something weird about this." I said, furrowing my brow again. It had a very strange property I had never noticed before in a Von Helfing, some kind of shimmering, undulating glow to it. It made it very hard to see what the problem was.

"What is it?" Dr. Matthews said.

"I... hrm, I..." I said. I shook my head. It was like grasping at straws, looking at this image. It seemed to shimmer, blink, warp in and out. I could've sworn that it was somehow growing bigger, escaping the computer screen and taking over my vision. Still, it was very pleasant to look at. You could have put it in an art installation, the way it shimmered and moved, organically spiraling before my very eyes.

"Kate? Are you alright?" he said, looking over at me. I shook my head.

"I... uh... mmhmm..." I said. The image was rapidly all I could see, all I wanted to see. How could anything be so beautiful, so wonderful, so all-encompassing? I had never seen anything like it, not in any museum, not in any painting. Somebody should really tell Von Helfing that he had missed his true calling, that he was an artist and not a scientist.

"You seem a little distracted." He said. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that his eyes were now bolted on my breasts, staring straight down my cleavage. There was a small corner of my mind that knew I should be bothered by this, but the image was too important. It was so complex, so wonderful, I couldn't tear my eyes away from it.

"I... uh... yes..." I said, watching the shapes unfold and coalesce in front of me. It was a happy, peaceful feeling; I felt like I was sinking into a warm, relaxing bath, my thoughts submerged below the surface. It felt like I had been watching the screen forever, it felt like nothing else existed.

"Have you figured out the problem yet, Katie?" Dr. Matthews said. He got up, moving around to my side of the desk. He placed his hand on the small of my back, though I felt the pressure only dimly as I continued to look at the computer screen.

"Nuh... no..." I said, barely managing to get the words out as I shook my head.

"Oh Katie, darling, that's alright. I'll tell you." He said. "That's a real Von Helfing, alright. The problem, however, is that it wasn't calibrated for me, my love. It was calibrated for you."

"Muh...me...?" I said. I struggled to comprehend his words through the thick fog that had come down upon me.

"Yes, my dear." He said. His hand slid down slowly, deliberately, to cup my bottom. "You rebuffed my advances last week, as I imagined you might. But that wouldn't do- I just had to have you. So I spent the rest of the week programming this delightful little image for you."

I tried to reply, but it was so much effort; I couldn't. I realized, dimly through the fog of my brain, that he was hypnotizing me; he was using those beautiful, wonderful shapes to alter my brain, to change my very thoughts and feelings. A small part of me said it was wrong, that I should go, that this wasn't right, that he shouldn't be firmly cupping my bottom, but I didn't care; all I wanted to do was watch the shapes, watch them go around and around.

"You see, you're very beautiful, Katie." He said, rubbing me, almost nonchalantly. "That firm, tight ass, those long, shapely legs... I want them wrapped around me. And that's what this program is designed to do. Turn you into my obedient, hapless little slut. Don't you want that?"

I nodded before catching myself- did I want that? I was so confused. On the one hand I knew this was wrong, so wrong, but I wanted it so badly- the shapes, the shimmering shapes were telling me that it was ok, that it was right, and somehow I knew they were telling me a truth, an indelible truth that I could not deny. Time seemed to melt away as I stared at those shapes, and the minutes stretched into hours, stretched into eons as I stared at the squares. Somewhere, faintly, I heard a small ding come from the computer.

"Ah, the program has run its course." Dr. Matthews said. "Wonderful. How are you feeling, Katie?"

"I... don't... know..." I said. It was so hard to think. The words jumbled in my head, bouncing around, but there was something else now: the squares, those images, not leaving me, never leaving me, soothing voices that told me everything was ok, everything was right.

"You're feeling good, I suspect." Dr. Matthews said. "You're feeling very good, aren't you?"

"Yes... good..." I said thickly. And all of a sudden, I realized he was right. I felt really good; I loved those squares, loved the voices.

"You're a wonderful test subject, Katie." He said. "It worked even without the second set of images. I'd have thought I'd have to use them, you know."

"Now, let's begin." He said. "Be a good girl and take off your panties, won't you?"

I did so, obeying his command. It seemed... right, somehow , to do so, and I had no reason to complain. Slowly, thickly, as in a dream, I slid my panties to the floor, still bent over the desk, exposing my naked sex to him. His hands ran along my butt, sliding slower and slower to my sex.

"Let's see just how well Von Helfing's little program worked, hmm?" Dr. Matthews said. "Katie, begin to finger yourself."

It felt like my body obeyed even before my mind had a chance to process the command. I slid my hand beneath my skirt, and began to thrust my fingers in and out of my pussy mechanically.

"Hmm, no, that won't do at all." Dr. Matthews said. "It seems the programming has been overlaid too strongly. Katie, can you hear me? Can you understand me?"

"Yes." I said, dully, robotically, as I continued to finger myself. It seemed as though it was someone else fingering me; the fog had settled down on me so thick that I was almost removed from myself. I continued to thrust my fingers in and out of my pussy as I was told.

"Very good." Dr. Matthews said. "Katie, my sweet, listen to me carefully. When I snap my fingers, you're going to become incredibly aroused. You'll revert to your old personality, but you'll follow all my commands unquestioningly and find nothing strange about this situation. Do you understand?"

"I understand." I said thickly, my fingers still thrusting in and out.

"Wonderful." He said. And then he snapped his fingers and... the fog lifted. Oh GOD, but did it lift. I gasped as the snap reverberated through the air. It seemed to leave his fingers and go straight into me, an electric shock straight to my pussy. I had never felt this wave of arousal before. It was incredible, intense, above and beyond anything I had ever experienced before. 

"Unnh!" I said, the force of the new feelings, the new sensations hitting me with a force I was unprepared for. Dr. Matthews laughed behind me.

"That worked better than I thought." He said. "How are you feeling now, my dear?"

"ogod..." I said. Before, I had been fingering myself only because he had told me to. Now, though... I couldn't even describe it. It was like my pussy had lit up, jolts of electricity firing through it. I wasn't just going in and out now- I was exploring, sliding, making myself feel good, rubbing my fingers on my slit, inside my pussy, and snaking out again to hit my clit.

"Sounds like you're enjoying yourself, Katie, dear." He said, chuckling.

"Mmm... yes..." I said, furiously fingering myself as I bent over my desk. With the return of my personality came that little voice in my head- that something was off about this whole situation. I didn't care, though- it was pushed down by my lust, by the raw, unadulterated arousal flowing through my body.

"That's good." He said. "That's very good, Katie. But you know what you're forgetting?"

"Uh... what?" I said. I wish he'd stop talking. He was distracting me from my clit, from my wonderful, beautiful clit that was thrumming and humming and sending me waves of crashing pleasure like I had not ever known before.

"You're forgetting how good it makes you feel when you please other people, too!" he said. "You know how much you love to suck my dick."

"Oh, right!" I said. I turned around from the table, and there his hard, pulsating cock was, right in front of me. How could I have been so stupid? I loved sucking his cock. It must have been the fingering, how aroused I was.

"Kneel and suck my cock, Kate." He said, wagging his cock at me playfully. I knelt in front of him, and I grabbed his cock in my hands.

"Isn't it the biggest cock you've ever seen, Katie?" he said.

It was. I started to run one hand along it, the other hand still deeply buried in my pussy, and I marveled at just how big it really was. I don't think I'd ever seen a cock that big before, actually. I started run my hands up and down his shaft, kissing the tip slowly, luxuriously, every now and then. I heard him groan, and I smiled. I loved it when he groaned, and his pleasure sent another wave of my own deep into my eager, anxious body.

I looked up at him with a wicked grin, and started to slide my mouth over his cock, slowly, teasingly, never breaking eye contact with him. He moaned again in ecstasy as my mouth started to slide down onto his cock. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to take his whole cock into my mouth, but I was able to do it, and he seemed to love it as his entire shaft slid deeply into my mouth. His eyes shut as he groaned, a deep sound coming from deep within him. His head started to move rhythmically, side by side, as his breath started coming faster and faster.

"Oh god, yes, Katie..." he said, whispering it gently as I cupped his balls, rubbing them gently as I took his cock in and out of my mouth. He groaned again as I rubbed his balls gently while his cock disappeared into my mouth over and over again; he thrust his head back and began to buck towards me instinctively, curling his fingers in my short blonde hair. And oh god, was it making me hot.

I loved his cock thrusting deep into my mouth. Every thrust of his mouth sent another jolt of shock down to my pussy, where my fingers were flitting in and out furiously in my wet, dripping pussy. I rubbed my clit furiously, spurred onward by his thrusting in and out of my mouth, and I realized I wasn't going to last much longer. The pleasure was intense, too intense, threatening to overwhelm me at any moment. I could feel him reaching the brink as well, his thrusts becoming more and more manic, his hips bucking wildly into my mouth, plunging his cock deeper and deeper down my throat.

"Katie, listen to me carefully." He said. "When I come, you're going to come at the same time. You're going to swallow all my come like the greedy cocksucking slut you are. Do you understand?"

I could not reply, but instead continued pumping his cock in and out of my mouth with renewed vigor. It was then that I felt it- I felt that tensing in his hips that signaled that he was about to come. And he did- with a grunt, he came in my mouth, his warm seed shooting into my mouth. I swallowed it hungrily, greedy, desperate for all of it- and then my own orgasm came.

It wracked me like a tidal wave. I had never, ever felt an orgasm like that before, an intensity that refused to let up. It was irresistible, and I could do nothing but let it happen and struggle to keep Dr. Matthews cock in my mouth, eagerly swallowing the rest of him as my orgasm continued to hit me in wave upon endless wave of sensation. My world almost melted away for a moment, and nothing existed except him, his cock, and my own uncontrollable pleasure.

I don't know how long my orgasm lasted, deep in the throes of pleasure as I was, but for a moment I forgot everything existed, all of it gone. As I came back to reality, however, I realized, dreamily, that I was still kneeling in front of Dr. Matthews. He had my hair in his hands, and he was stroking my head gently, like a pet.

"That's a good girl, Katie." He said sweetly, rubbing my head. I beamed up at him happily. "You're a wonderful test subject, and you're an amazing cock sucker."

"Thanks!" I said. "It's easy when you love doing it."

"It sure is." He said, and he laughed. But then my mind wandered for a moment, and I realized that I had never enjoyed sucking cock before. In fact, I had always refused to swallow, every time. I thought it was disgusting. I wonder why I had thought that?

"That's weird, though." I said, furrowing my brow.

"What's weird?" he said. "Oh, get up and lean over the desk, would you? I liked that view of your tits."

"Oh, sure." I said. I got up quickly, bending over the desk and pressing my breasts together. "It's just..."

"Just what, dear?" he said. He moved over to the computer, turning the computer screen back to him. I heard him fiddling with some keys, every now and then glancing down my shirt. I jiggled my tits for him when he did, smiling when he couldn't take his eyes off them.

"I don't remember liking that before, and something feels... off." I said. "I can't explain it, it's like... I dunno. Like a dream."

"How so?" he said. 

"Well, I remember coming in and..." I said. I stopped. I remembered the shapes, the images. He had... he had done something! Something that made me want this. The realization hit me like a thunderbolt.

"It... you did something." I said. He nodded. He turned the computer screen back to me, and I saw the shapes again.

"No, don't- oh, no... nuh.... No...." I said, helpless, looking at the squares and shapes again. I had forgotten what I was saying, staring at the shapes.

"I thought that might happen." Dr. Matthews said, moving back behind me. I could feel his rapidly re-hardening cock pressed against my thigh, but I didn't care- those shapes, those wonderful shapes were back. "The decoupling of the original programming combined with the sudden orgasm shook the core reprogramming technique. No matter, this will be permanent."

"Uh... perma...nent..." I said, looking at the screen. Dr. Matthews positioned himself behind me, his cock pressed against the entrance to my sex.

"Yes, combining the sexual component with the programmatic component should fix things." He said. "Katie, darling, listen to me. You need my cock. You want my cock. You want it desperately inside you. You would do anything for it.

"I... yes." I said. And all of a sudden, a deep longing filled me- oh god, but I needed it! That big, hard cock at my thighs was wiping away all of my thoughts, all of my feelings. There screamed still a little voice in my head that said this wasn't right, but I swept it away; all I wanted was his cock, was that big, rock-hard cock filling me completely. I bucked at him, whimpering, trying to get it in me, but he held me firm. I never took my eyes off the shapes.

"Now now, Katie. You'll get fucked, don't worry." He said. "All you have to do is repeat after me, alright?"

"y...yes..." I said. I would do anything for that cock.

"I love Dr. Matthews." He said. "Unquestioningly. He is my master, and I will do anything for him."

"I..." I said, hesitating. I wanted that cock so bad, but something felt wrong about this. "I love..."

He pushed his cock a little deeper, so just the tip was entering my pussy. I gasped. Then he stopped. I needed that, needed more of that

"Oh god, please..." I whimpered.

"Say it, Katie." He said firmly.

"I... I love Dr. Matthews." I said. "Unquestioningly. He is my master, and I will do anything for him."

"Good girl." He said. He rewarded me with a little more of his cock, pushing in a little deeper. I gasped, my arms trembling, almost giving way.

"I am a slave." Dr. Matthews said. "I am my master's sex slave, and I will do anything for him. I have no thoughts of my own, no will of my own. I will obey him forever.

"I..." I said, hesitating again. A small part of me was screaming that this was wrong, not to do this, that this was a cliff I could never return from, never come back from. But that cock... oh god, I needed it so badly, needed it deep inside me, filling me. He again said nothing, simply pushing deeper into me, and I broke, whatever vestiges of resistance I had disappearing. I jumped over the cliff.




Enslaved



"I am a slave." I said. "I am my master's sex slave, and I will do anything for him. I have no thoughts of my own, no will of my own. I will obey him forever."

"Good slave." Dr. Matthews said, and at that moment everything changed. I felt myself wash away, replaced with a new core: I knew, without a doubt, I was his. His forever. My master owned me, owned me completely, and would forever more.

"Very good." He said. He began to thrust, and his hips bucked against mine rhythmically, slowly, almost detached. "Now your programming is complete. What are you?"

"I'm your slave, Master." I said happily. "Yours forever. I live to serve."

"Good slave." He said. "That programming worked very well, indeed. It pleases me to fuck you from behind."

"Oh, good, Master!" I squealed in delight. I loved pleasing my master so much. I didn't even remember why I felt any differently, before. This was much better. I didn't even feel that lust for cock like I did- I lusted after something different now. I lusted after his pleasure. I loved when Master's cock entered me because he loved when his cock entered me.

"Now that you're my sex slave, Katie, I was thinking of adding more girls to the harem." He said idly, thrusting into me. "That friend of yours, Andrea, I think should be our next. What do you think?"

"Oh yes, master."I said, happily bucking my ass against him. "She's very hot. She would make an excellent slave."

"I agree." He said. He slid out of me. "Has anyone ever fucked you in the ass, before?"

"No, Master." I said.

"I'm going to." He said. "Prepare your ass for me, will you?"

"Oh yes, Master. Of course!" I said happily, spreading my asshole for him. As his cock pressed on it and slid in, I realized how good it felt to please my master, how good it felt to have my master do whatever he wanted with me. As my master pressed his cock into my virgin asshole, I gasped with delight for him as he groaned, the tightness of my ass good on his cock. I was so happy that Master was going to enslave Andrea like he enslaved me. It was the best feeling in the world, and I was so glad I had a virgin asshole to please my master as he pumped in and out of me, excited for the days to come together... 



Eric's Revenge



*Hello readers, this is my first attempt at erotic literature, so cut me a little slack but also give me a lot of feedback. It will start off a little slow, I would like for you to first get a feel of the characters.. but there will definitely be more to come.* 

Adalynn paced back and forth nervously. Her long, curly brown hair was up in a messy ponytail. Even with it up, her hair still went down past her shoulders. She played with her new engagement ring. It was beautiful; white gold with a small heart cut diamond in it, just like she always wanted. Brandi, her mother, insisted that she ask for something more elaborate and beautiful, but all Adalynn really cared about was the man who decided to give her a ring in the first place. 

"Mother, things are out of control around here.. I'm afraid that Joshua will be hurt, or worse." Adalynn explained to Brandi, already knowing what to expect as a response.

"Addi, you decided that he was the man you wanted to be with. You chose him, knowing that he worked in a job he could very well be killed because of. This is your problem honey, not mine." Brandi sighed as she got up to leave the house. "I do love you, but I cannot help you."

"Thank you mother, always so kind..." Adalynn mumbled as Brandi left her alone in the two story house they shared. 

Adalynn sat down on the couch, biting her lip, wondering what Joshua was doing.

***************

"Are you ready to answer our questions yet?" Joshua calmly smiled as he sat in a chair in front of his prey. A man in his early forties was chained to the ceiling, wearing only a black hood over his head. He was dripping wet. The last forty-five minutes had felt like years to him.

"I.. I can't.." The man choked out, hardly able to feel his arms or legs, "Please... you must understand.."

"No, no.." Joshua calmly sighed as he stood up, wires in each of his hands, "I understand, but unfortunately, I cannot stop until you give us a name." then in a half of a second, Joshua struck the man with both wires on each side of his stomach. His scream almost made Joshua feel bad. 

"J, get over here." Joshua heard in his ear from the small device in it. He left the room, turning off the lights and leaving the screaming man in utter darkness as he closed and locked the door.

"What's up Harry?" Joshua frowned as he saw the look on his coworker's face. 

"We were able to decode some of the letters.. not all of it though, it has been confirmed that four of our team members' identities have in fact been compromised. He leaked it out... Now the strange thing is that the rat," Harry pointed to the room with the man in it, "was asked to steal four files, but the buyer only wanted one..." 

"Do we know which one?" Joshua cocked his head to the side as he crossed his arms.

"Not yet, we're working on it. You, Kyle Ryder, James Gibbons, and Fred McDan should go home though until we can figure out who the buyer really wanted."

"Not yet, Addi isn't expecting me home anytime soon anyway, plus I can't have her worried that someone is going to try to kill me."

"If someone wants to hurt you Josh, they won't go to you first.. They'll find her."

"I know that, but I know Addi, she's tough. I taught her well. I'll leave in about an hour or so anyway, I have a shit-load of paperwork.."

***************

Adalynn went upstairs to take a shower, knowing she couldn't call her fiance until later that evening. She stripped out of her jeans, button up shirt, black lace bra and panties, then quietly stepped into the shower. In the background, Moonlight Sonata was playing on repeat from her phone and speakers.

The water was hot, steaming, as she let it run down her body. Without a word, she looked down at herself; the sight was beautiful. She always thought her caramel colored skin looked it's best when she was wet. Her perky 32DD breasts were dripping wet, her little dark nipples standing erect. She slid her hands over them and then let them trail down her stomach to her mound.

Slowly she rubbed her clit, not really knowing how to pleasure herself fully. At nineteen, she had never so much as thought about touching herself before. Her religious upbringing made sure of it. 

When she first met Joshua, he tried to assure her that masturbation was a normal thing to do, not a sin, or disgusting thing. Adalynn still refused, but as they grew closer and closer, she started to realize how wet he made her when they were close together. He would purr into her neck, or nibble on her earlobe and she noticed how easily her body responded to his tender touch.

She thought of these nearly intimate moments with Joshua as she tried to work her own body. She rubbed her clit and jumped a little from the odd, pleasurable, yet intense feelings. 

It was then that she realized Moonlight Sonata was not longer playing. "Hmm.." She thought as she stepped out from the shower, moving the curtain away. She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her body as she walked into her room.

"Hello?" She called out, "Mom, are you here?

No response.

"Seriously?" She sighed as she went to her nightstand to grab her phone. It wasn't there.

Adalynn looked around nervously, "Josh? This isn't funny.. Where are you?" She walked nervously to her door. She could hear voices downstairs, very faintly.

"No, the mom isn't here." One man said.

"Good, then snatching her will be easy, you sent Vic upstairs? Sounds like the shower is on." Another voice laughed.

"Yeah, he is up there now."

Adalynn gasped as she quietly closed and locked her door, hoping that 'Vic' was in another room with her phone. She ran to her bed and went under it, looking for a shoe box that Joshua had given her a few months after they were engaged. 

"For your protection. There is a pistol, cash, and a phone that you can use that will call me immediately if you press any button." he told her.

"This seems a little extreme. I only just got my licence to own a gun.." she complained when he handed her the box.

"Trust me, if someone is trying to take you, or hurt you, it won't seem so extreme."

Adalynn grabbed the box and opened it. She pulled out the silver gun and set it in her lap, then she grabbed the phone and pressed the call button. She heard a laugh behind her, in the seconds it took to grab the gun, Victor already had her hair in his hands.

***************

Josh was packing up his bag and almost to the car when he heard his emergency cell phone ring. "Fuck." He mumbled, hoping that someone broke into their house and was trying to steal the phone, hoping that it wan't his precious Addi in danger. 

He answered it and heard a shrill, "Ahh! Let me go!" Adalynn screamed. Josh closed his eyes and listened, trying to figure out what was wrong. "Shut up you little bitch, here, this should make you docile.." a foreign male voice chuckled from the other line. Josh visibly shook with anger.

CRACK.

He slapped her, and Josh knew he hit her face because Addi stopped screaming. Josh could hear someone pick up the phone, "Hello." the voice taunted. "Adalynn can't get to the phone right now, would you like to leave a message?" 

"Who are you? What are you doing to my fiance? You let her go right now! I'll hunt you down!" Josh yelled into his phone.

"My name is Victor, and I am going to kidnap your tight little girlfriend here. Then, I'm going to sell her as a sex slave to someone who will surely ruin her, and in turn, ruin you. How does that sound?"

"Fuck you!" Josh got in his car and sped off down the freeway, hoping that he could get to his house in less than the usual thirty minutes, "You let her go! She's innocent!"

"Exactly Mr. Xavier. I'm curious to see just how innocent her cute little mind and body are, and then I will have the extreme pleasure of taking all that innocence away. Destroying her hopes and dreams. This is your fault Joshua. You killed someone very close to my best friend."

"This won't bring him back!"

"Nope, but it will make my best friend feel much, much better."

The line went dead and Josh threw the phone in the backseat as he sped home. He called Harry from his normal cell phone, "Harry?"

"Yes?" Harry responded.

"It's me, the buyer wanted my file. It's personal." Josh tried to explain as he swerved in and out of traffic, his house just a few miles away.

"How personal?" Harry sighed, searching for who the buyer could be.

"Someone took Adalynn."

**Okay, I know it isn't much, I'm already working on chapter two, so leave comments or email me if you like it, or dislike it. Expect part 2 to be much more erotic..** 



Even Steven



Some may remember this, as I posted it previously as an illustrated story. I took down the illustrated version, so I thought I'd put up the text version again. The illustrated version is available ( and a future story is going to have an illustrated version as well, though it won't be posted to Lit ) so just ask if you'd like to have me email it to you.

Thanks to everyone who read, voted, and commented on the original.

****

Andrea stepped down off the bus, feeling self-conscious. She shifted her daybag to the other hand, and hurried away from the stop, positive that everyone on the bus knew exactly what she was doing.

The feeling was silly, but it hadn't stopped her from worrying through the entire ride across town. In a block or two, she would be safely inside, and she could forget all about it.

Andrea turned her thoughts to the weekend. She didn't have much in the bag — just one change of clothes, and a few other, more important things. If things worked out as planned, she wouldn't be dressed very often anyway. That's where the lube, her vibrator, and everything else in the bag would come into play.

Between work and class, she and Steven had barely seen each other for the last month. Andrea had to work long hours to pay for her apartment, now that her roommate had moved out. She really needed another roommate, or to convince Steven that they should move in together.

Regardless, Andrea's fingers and her vibe weren't cutting it any more. She needed him badly, and now that their schedules had finally worked out, they had a whole weekend together — a long weekend.

Andrea had managed to convince one of her friends at work to take her shift, giving her Friday off as well. That provided the opportunity to surprise Steven today, adding one more day of fucking until neither of them could think straight.

Andrea was already wet thinking about it, and her panties would have been soaked, if she was wearing any.

Her heart nearly stopped when she walked around the corner and saw Kyle getting out of his car. No. You were supposed to be gone already, she thought with frustration. Her boyfriend's roommate should have left yesterday for a job.

Kyle noticed her and nodded as she approached. "Hey, Andrea."

Andrea tried to keep the irritation out of her voice when she said, "I thought you had a job this weekend."

"Permit hang-up, so we can't start until Monday." He held up a hand and said, "Don't worry. Steven said that you were coming over, so I'm crashing at a friend's place for the weekend. Thought you had to work today, and were coming over tomorrow."

Relieved, Andrea said, "I got today off, so I was coming to surprise him."

"I just need to grab a movie, and I'll get out of your hair."

Andrea's cheeks warmed a little when she caught Kyle's eyes darting away from her nipples pressing against her blouse. She followed him to the door of the apartment, hoping that he would keep his word and leave quickly. She was absolutely in heat from lack of sex.

Kyle grabbed the doorknob, and made a surprised face when he found it locked. He shrugged, retrieved his key, and unlocked the door.

Both he and Andrea froze in place as the door opened to reveal clothing scattered everywhere around the front room. In the center of it all, a redheaded woman on her knees was sucking Steven's cock.

Kyle quickly shut the door, but the damage was already done. Andrea spun and walked away, her eyes filling with tears. She barely registered Kyle muttering, "Fuck — dude," as he turned to follow her.

"Hey, hang on," Kyle called out as he hurried to catch up. "Sorry," he said as he reached her. "Do you need a ride home?"

The next bus wouldn't come around for some time, and the last thing Andrea wanted to do was sit at the bus stop — probably bawling the whole time — until it did. She took a deep breath and nodded.

"C'mon," he said, and gestured toward his car.

Andrea sat silent in the passenger seat of his car, too hurt and stunned to even come to grips with the truth yet. She hugged her bag against her and fought back tears.

Kyle glanced over every so often as he drove, and finally said, "I promise you — I had no idea. I can't believe he..." After a sigh, he added, "Steven's an idiot. You were the best thing that ever happened to him."

"Thank you," Andrea responded in a soft voice. She actually felt a tiny fraction better when she heard the sincerity in his words. He sounded almost as if he was as upset with Steven as her.

The rest of the ride was silent. Kyle had said what he needed to say, and the chaos of emotions surging through Andrea kept her from speaking. She managed a thanks for the ride when he pulled up in front of her apartment, and then went directly to the bedroom.

Once safely home, the bottled up emotions within Andrea boiled over into a torrent of anger and tearful sobbing.

****

Andrea's depression had burned away in the heat of her anger by the next morning — an emotion made all the stronger because she'd awakened from a sex dream, reminding her of what had happened, and her own needs.

She got on the bus with her bag again, but it was empty this time. She needed something to carry home the things that she'd left at the cheating prick's apartment.

When she turned the last corner, she didn't see Steven's car at the apartment. He also hadn't answered when she called his cell.

Fucking coward, she thought as she dug out her keys from her purse. She decided to find all of her things, throw her copy of his apartment key on his bed, and never speak to him again. He wasn't even worth screaming at.

Andrea unlocked the door, her stomach going sour when doing it reminded her of not only of what she'd seen yesterday, but how much time and love she'd devoted to Steven.

When the door opened, she was surprised to see Kyle, because she hadn't noticed his car when she walked up. The look on his face said that he was just as surprised to see her.

Kyle was bare-chested — completely bare-chested. Andrea was a little surprised to discover that he shaved his chest, and even more surprised by the tingle it caused between her legs. She'd never really paid much attention to him, because she was dating Steven, but now, it was hard not to notice his muscled chest, and his rugged, handsome face.

Andrea realized that she was staring when his eyebrows twitched upward.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were home," Andrea said with a wince as she put her keys away. "I just came to get my stuff."

"Go ahead. Let me know if you need any help finding something. I might know where he stashed it."

Andrea could hear irritation in Kyle's voice, but she could also tell by where it sounded the strongest that he was mad at Steven, not at her. "Thanks," she said with a smile.

"No problem," Kyle responded, and then turned back to the television.

Andrea's eyes wandered to him one more time as she walked toward the bathroom. Despite the hurt of Steven's betrayal, she still had a well of need inside her from the long dry spell, and the sight of Kyle with his shirt off was tapping into that.

A little shiver shook her as she crossed the threshold into the bathroom to retrieve her things there. Once again, she glanced at Kyle when she left the bathroom for Steven's bedroom. This time, he looked her way as well, and their eyes locked for a moment. Andrea's cheeks warmed, and she averted her eyes — but not before smiling at him again.

Andrea gathered up what few things of hers were in the bedroom, and then went on a hunt. It didn't take her long to find the pair of panties that Steven had kept after the first time that they had sex. She stuffed the panties into her bag, relieving him of his trophy.

The more she thought about it, the madder Andrea got. She doubted that she was going to be able to avoid confronting Steven, regardless of her thoughts when she arrived to find him gone. She zipped up her bag, and walked back into the front room with a thousand biting comments flitting through her head.

Kyle looked over from the television and asked, "Find everything?"

Andrea nodded, and then relaxed her jaw, because her teeth were clenched in anger.

"You okay?"

"Just... You know..."

"Yeah," Kyle said with a sympathetic shrug. "Pissed off, hurt, frustrated..."

"Very frustrated," Andrea said before she could think about it. Looking at him made that particular emotion quite acute. Despite everything that had happened the day before, she'd still awakened wet and aroused from a hot dream. Now that she considered it, the mystery man who had fucked her so well as she slept reminded her of Kyle.

"You want to wait around until the next bus? I could give you a ride."

Andrea's first thought when he said that was, I'd love to ride you right now. 

She was a little shocked by just how much her sexual needs were taking control of her. Her body was positively screaming at her that there was a half-naked, attractive man sitting right in front of her who would probably be more than willing to help her out.

Andrea walked in behind the couch and said, "You're too sweet."

"It's no problem. Besides, we're sort of in the same boat."

"What do you mean?"

"I went out with that girl he was with a couple of times recently."

Andrea laid her hand on his shoulder. "Oh my god — I'm sorry."

"It's no big deal. Wasn't like it was anything serious, but it still pisses me off."

Andrea unconsciously stroked her fingers over his shoulder. She only realized what she was doing when his shoulder quivered, and she felt a chilly pinch from her nipples stiffening. He was wearing Curve cologne — her favorite. Andrea's fingers slipped over toward his neck, her eyes dropping to his bare, muscular chest.

He closed his eyes for a moment, and drew in a deep breath. "Do you use some kind of lavender lotion?"

She smiled, and nodded. "You're wearing Curve, aren't you?"

"Yeah," he replied, his eyes looking deep into hers.

Andrea surrendered to her need, and the intoxicating scent of his cologne. "It drives me crazy," she said as she moved in behind him and let her hands slide down his chest.

Andrea leaned over him as, delighting in the feeling of his hot skin beneath her fingers. She'd asked Steven to shave for her several times after he persuaded her to go completely bare, but he had always made excuses. She could see the bulge in Kyle's jeans, and wondered how she'd possibly ignored it before.

Kyle smiled up at her, his muscles tightening. "How crazy?"

Andrea's voice dropped into a sultry whisper when she answered, "This crazy," and leaned down to kiss him.

For some reason, the light stubble on his chin excited her just as much as his bare chest. Her right hand stroked over his chin, while her left continued to explore his body. The kiss quickly grew impassioned, her tongue twining with his.

Kyle's fingers wrapped around Andrea's wrist, pulling her down to him. At the same time, he curled an arm around her to run his fingers through her hair, twining the digits into her blonde tresses.

Andrea was a little taken aback, at first. Since her first experimentations, she'd always been sexually aggressive. It was rare when she didn't drive any sexual encounter, and Kyle switching up the roles on her caused her heart to skip a beat. His arms held her as surely as iron bars, though she had no desire whatsoever to escape.

He pulled away from the kiss with a deep groan, and let the hand on the back of her head drop down to the back of the couch. He maintained his grip on her wrist, and used it to swing her around the couch.

Andrea gasped, sensing his need for her in the strength of his grip, and the hunger in his eyes. As she walked around to the front of the couch, he let go, but only long enough to grab her other wrist and pull her to him once she was within reach.

Andrea sat down hard, a little off-balance from both his unexpected tug and the sheer animal attraction of him. For the first time in her life, Andrea felt like the prey, not the hunter.

She quickly discovered that she liked it.

Kyle kissed her hard, lifting the tail of her candy-striped tank up to expose her belly to his hand. He pulled her back against him as they kissed, his fingers tracing along her tummy and the top of her skirt, giving her chills. His other hand slipped around to join the first, and suddenly tugged her top up over her breasts.

"Oh yeah," he quietly growled, and cupped the firm globes in his hands.

Andrea gasped as he squeezed her breasts, and rubbed the stiff, pink tips. He leaned in to suck the near one, and Andrea shuddered from the touch — far too long denied.

Kyle released her nipple with a hard slurp, and then turned her face to him as he lifted his head. While his lips pressed hard against hers, he tugged her skirt up to reveal her blue trimmed panties. Andrea whimpered as he pinched her nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

Andrea moaned into the kiss, and then sucked in a stuttering breath as his fingers pressed against the damp spot on her panties. That touch didn't last long, as he almost immediately jerked the cotton aside to expose her wet pussy to his fingers.

Kyle looked down as he parted her nether lips, and then dipped his middle finger deep into her saturated canal. "Damn, you're wet," he said as he wriggled his finger inside her.

"Oh, that feels good," Andrea sighed. "Don't stop."

Kyle offered her a crooked grin, and then really went to work. Andrea's breathing soon turned to pants as his fingers danced over her folds. The digits seemed to know how to touch her, just as well as her own. He found her every sensitive spot with just the right pressure, quickly building a hot tingle behind her mound.

Andrea reached over to feel his cock through his jeans, and licked her lips as she got a sense of him through the denim. From the very first touch, she knew he was big, and that only heightened the excitement of his talented fingers making her quiver.

As his fingers moved faster and Andrea's passions mounted, she fumbled with his belt, trying to unhook the buckle. Her awkward attempts were made even more difficult when he started paying more attention to her clit, causing her to writhe in his grasp. She'd never had a man finger her pussy for this long before — let alone so well.

Andrea managed to pop open his belt buckle just as Kyle centered two fingers over her hood and rubbed them back and forth, rolling her swollen clit beneath. Jolts of pleasure shot up her spine, causing Andrea's fingers to dig into the couch cushions and curl around his leather belt — squeezing it tight in her grip.

Right as the first little itch of climax crept up on her, Kyle's fingers slipped down to wriggle between her folds. Andrea whimpered in protest and grabbed his wrist, trying to force his fingers back to her clit.

Kyle easily resisted her attempt to regain control, and pinched her nipple in response. "Oh, that's a beautiful pussy," he whispered in her ear, and then planted several kisses on her neck.

"Please make me come," Andrea whimpered. "It feels so good, but I need to come so bad."

"You want me to make your pussy come?"

"Make my pussy come. Rub my clitty — please."

Kyle growled as his fingers glided back to her hood. A sharp sigh escaped Andrea when his finger slipped beneath the protective sheathe to rub her juices directly into her swollen bud.

The itch behind Andrea's mound returned almost instantly when Kyle started rubbing her clit with fast side-to-side strokes again. She was so wet that she could hear the squishy sounds of her folds sliding over each other, and feel drops of her juices spattering against her thighs. Warbling, pained-sounding cries bubbled from her lips as she ascended toward a peak.

"Do it. Come for me," Kyle demanded in a low, quiet voice, his lips right next to her ear.

Andrea cried out as she reached the cusp of oblivion. "Oh! Oh! Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes..." Her throat tightened, choking off her words into a sharp, coughing sound, and then she came.

A series of long, loud whimpers followed Andrea's scream of release, and her hair whipped as her head lashed back and forth from the ecstasy shooting through her. Her fingers curled so tightly that she bunched up the stiff couch cushions between them. She growled when Kyle thrust two fingers deep inside her and kept rubbing her clit with his thumb.

Andrea's hips bucked, trying to get more of his fingers inside her, and pressing her clit harder against his thumb. Her face flushed red hot, matching the feeling of hot tightness between her legs. She kept coming, releasing the pent up need that had built inside her for the last month.

The orgasmic thrashings of Andrea's body slowed as her climax played out. She continued to twitch for a short while afterward — her pussy walls clamping down tight on Kyle's buried fingers. She moaned in protest when the digits slipped from her with an audible slurping sound.

Andrea looked over at him as he sucked his fingers clean. "My god," she groaned. "That was... Oh — that was fucking incredible."

"Thought you liked it," Kyle responded with a little chuckle, and then kissed her still-hot forehead.

"Nobody has ever made me come with his fingers before," Andrea told him, her voice soft and languid from the warm glow of satisfaction filling her from head to toe.

Kyle adjusted his swollen erection, causing a final, sharp jolt of bliss to ripple through Andrea's pussy. She reached for the button of his jeans, anxious for more.

Kyle popped open the button and pulled down the zipper, revealing the outline of his cock beneath the burgundy-striped boxers. He lifted his ass just enough to pull down his pants, letting his cock spring free.

"Oh my," Andrea breathed when she saw him. He was an inch or so longer than Steven, and thicker as well. What really drew her attention was that his shaving hadn't stopped at his chest. Only a thin trail of hair on his stomach pointed down to his smooth-shaven cock.

Andrea immediately cupped his balls in her hand, loving the feeling of the smooth orbs. This was something else she'd unsuccessfully tried to talk Steven into. She loved the way a man quivered when she licked and sucked his balls, but hated the kinky hairs tickling her and getting caught in her teeth.

Andrea sat up with the intention of leaning over his lap to take him in her mouth, but Kyle levered up from the couch to stand at the same time. He pulled his jeans down to almost his knees, and then grabbed her wrist.

"Oh!" Andrea exclaimed as he pulled her from the couch, guiding her to her knees. She dropped her panties before she knelt down, as the cotton was uncomfortably digging into her from being pulled aside. She tilted her head and leaned in to caress his dangling orbs with a broad swipe of her tongue.

"Oh yeah," Kyle groaned from her ministrations. He put one hand on her shoulder, and twined the fingers of the other into her blonde locks.

Andrea lapped his tightening sack, and his cock bumped against her forehead as it twitched. She traced the creases with flickering touches of her tongue tip, and then looked up at him to say, "I love it all smooth."

Kyle moaned as she maintained eye contact, while running her tongue up his shaft. She ended the teasing lick with a flicker of her tongue over the swollen head.

Andrea returned to his balls, and sucked the right one between her lips. She simply caressed it at first, but then sucked a little harder. Kyle's fingers tightened in her hair, and she let him slip free, but only to take his other orb in her mouth.

Kyle groaned and breathed heavily as she continued her loving labor on his balls. Without warning, he slipped his hands under her arms.




Even Steven



Andrea licked his throbbing shaft as she stood, and then followed the strong guidance of his hands back to the couch. She started to sit, but he grabbed her hip to stop her, and then pushed on her leg. Kyle silently guided her to her knees, his cock twitching in anticipation in front of her, and then tugged on the back of her head until she was on her hands and knees.

Kyle took his cock in hand and moved in front of her, pressing it against her lips. Andrea eagerly opened wide to admit him, and moaned around his cock as it slipped into her mouth.

Kyle growled as he gathered her hair into a handle. He then leaned over her, lay his hand on her upraised ass, and fucked her mouth.

Andrea groaned as his thick cock stretched her lips, pumping in and out of her mouth. He kept his strokes short and slow, watching her lips slide over him, coating his cock in her saliva.

Andrea felt tense excitement — tinged with just a bit of apprehension — as his cock slid into her mouth. He was taking her, something she'd never experienced before. The dull pain of his hand tugging at the roots of her hair only seemed to fan the flames of her desire higher.

"Ah," Kyle sighed, and then squeezed her tight ass before standing up straight again. He pulled out of her mouth long enough to step out of his pants, and then pushed against her lips again. His cock pumped faster, and Andrea coughed around him as he hit the back of her tongue, gagging her.

Andrea curled her fingers around the base of his shaft in an attempt to keep him out of her throat. Kyle's other hand fisted into her hair, holding her still as he fucked her face. His hips moved ever faster, matching the pace of his breathing. Grunts and groans began to escape him, and Andrea knew that he was getting close.

If he noticed the occasional scrape of her teeth over his hard flesh, he didn't show any sign of it. Andrea could taste the pre-cum dribbling from him, filling her mouth with flavor.

Kyle's hips fell out of rhythm, the pumps of his cock into her mouth growing erratic. He growled, and then stiffened with a loud, deep cry, pulling Andrea's hair even harder. Andrea's eyes popped open when his cock erupted with hard spurts of cum.

Andrea moaned as he filled her mouth. She sucked him with short strokes of her lips, milking him of his viscous cream. Andrea swallowed without releasing him, feeling his cum slip down her throat to settle warmly in her belly.

Kyle tugged her mouth off his cock with a grunt, and Andrea licked her lips as she watched a final ooze bubble up from him, to dribble down the swollen purple head of his cock. He leaned against the couch to support his trembling legs a moment later.

Andrea sat back on her knees, watching him twitch and pant for breath. One hand slipped between her legs to tease her need as he settled down from erupting in her mouth.

Kyle smiled and watched her playing with her pussy, prompting her to break out into a coquettish grin. Andrea reclined on the couch, resting her head on arm, and spread her legs wide. She then parted her nether lips, giving him a good look at the wet, pink center.

As Andrea sucked her fingers to wet them, Kyle sat down on the couch to watch her masturbate for him.

"You came a lot," Andrea said as her fingers probed into her tight canal.

"You want me to eat that pussy?"

"Oh, god — yes." Andrea replied as she grabbed her knee to pull it up next to her face. She held it in place by curling her hand around her foot as Kyle leaned over her.

Kyle took a deep breath of her arousal, drinking in the sight of her, and then dived into her pussy.

Andrea's eyes closed tight as he spread her pussy lips and stabbed his tongue inside her. He absolutely devoured her, his tongue licking, probing, and flicking over her in a rapid caress. He suckled her folds, drawing them between his lips to tease them with his tongue.

Andrea's hands move to the back of his head, but he didn't let her take control. He teased and tantalized her, only giving her clit just enough attention to keep her slowly building toward an explosion. No matter how hard she pulled his face toward her, or lifted her hips toward his mouth, he stayed in control.

After what felt like hours, Andrea was on the edge. Her body thrummed with energy from the hot pressure of an impending orgasm. The tingling buzz in her clit had her panting — nearly hyperventilating. Just as she was about to tumble over the edge, Kyle pulled back with his lips closed around her hood, and let her needy flesh pop free of his lips.

"Oh no — don't stop," Andrea begged, her pussy afire.

Kyle breathed deeply of her scent and held her legs wide apart. When she tried to push past the final barrier between her and orgasm with her fingers, he stopped her from reaching her pussy by grabbing her wrist.

Andrea whimpered and pouted, but Kyle allowed only the warm kiss of his breath to stimulate her. Her fires cooled — at least enough to keep her from feeling as though she would burst if she didn't come now.

Then, his tongue assaulted her again.

Over and over again, he brought her to the brink of oblivion, only to deny her the release that she so desperately needed. Andrea's throat grew dry and hoarse from crying out, and her wetness ran in streams down her buttocks from her quivering pussy. Her vision dimmed as she ascended toward a peak again, expecting to be denied once more.

At long last, he let her come.

Andrea let out a long, ear-piercing shriek, one leg snapping down the floor to support her body as her back arched up from the couch. Her scream trailed off as she ran out of air, but she barely noticed the lack of oxygen for the ecstasy coursing through her. His rapidly moving tongue held her suspended — breathless and with her muscles as tight as a bowstring.

A noisy gasp drew air back into her starved lungs, and her ass fell to the couch once more. Her orgasm was far from done with her, however — and Kyle wasn't finished either. His tongue continued to dance over her, drawing sharp yelps from her as fast as she could suck in enough breath to voice them.

Her body shook as if from an inner quake, completely beyond her control. The entire world around her shrank to her tingling pussy, her tightly clenched womb, and the electric jolts of ecstasy shooting to every inch of her from them.

Even when Kyle sat up to clean her juices from his face, Andrea kept coming. Even the slightest swirl of air or twitch of her pussy lips caused another wave to pass through her. She could barely breathe, and she felt as if someone had lit a fire inside her.

Andrea went limp, her orgasm finally releasing her. Still gasping for breath, she forced her eyelids to flutter open, and found Kyle watching her, squeezing his half-hard cock.

"D-drink. Oh god," she stammered, still quivering from the aftereffects of her climax.

She didn't even realize that he'd left until he was standing next to the couch, holding a bottle of water near her. With his help, she managed to sit up, and then drink.

"That was good," Kyle said, still standing over her. "Never had anyone take it as long as you."

"I thought I was going to die," Andrea breathed, "but oh my god."

"Fuck, you are hot when you come. I love the way you scream." Kyle's fully erect cock danced before her eyes.

Despite still not having fully recovered her wits, the sight of his cock — hard and ready — left her feeling a void deep inside her. "I want you. I want your cock."

"Hand and knees," he growled, and then took the water from her to sit it down on the end table.

A final shiver from her previous orgasm shook Andrea as she moved to obey. Kyle wasted no time, moving in behind her as she rested her arms on the arm of the couch. One of his hands gripped her waist, while the other guided him inside her. His cock sank into her soaked pussy — balls deep with the first hard thrust.

Andrea groaned as his big cock stretched her, pushing through her resistance to knock at the entrance of her womb. The tip settled inside her for only a fraction of a second, and then slipped back out with hot friction, until the rim of his cockhead popped free of her canal. Then, he thrust again.

Kyle's fingers dug into Andrea's waist as he took her, hard and fast. He pulled back on her hips with each thrust, causing their bodies to collide with resounding smacks. His balls slapped against her with every stroke, the smooth orbs sending shocks through her clit.

"God, that pussy feels good," Kyle groaned as he fucked her.

"Oh, your cock's so good. Fuck me," Andrea begged in return.

One of Kyle's hands slipped from her waist, down to the juices dripping from around his fast-thrusting cock. Once it was slick, he answered Andrea's unspoken question by pressing his thumb into the puckered iris of her ass.

Andrea yelped in surprise and instinctively lurched her hips, but his strong hands held her in place. His thumb only penetrated to the first knuckle, but after the shock passed, Andrea discovered that it felt much bigger — deeper. It was the first time anyone had ever touched her ass, and Andrea now wondered why she had always stopped anyone who tried. If she had known how good it was going to feel, she would have begged for it.

Her arousal surged as his thumb stretched her ass and his cock pounded deep into her pussy. Andrea bent her arms to rest her head on them, the slight change in angle causing his cock to hit all sorts of new pleasure points, driving her even higher up her mountain of pleasure. Behind her, Kyle kept up his quick, powerful thrusts, grunting from a combination of effort and pleasure.

Andrea slipped one hand beneath her as the pressure of another orgasm swelled inside her. She could feel his slick shaft brushing her fingers as she rubbed her clit, and her erratically bouncing breasts caused her nipples to brush against the arm of the couch. She felt as if every inch of her was being stimulated at the same time — her mind a fog of perfect bliss.

"Faster. Harder. Take me," Andrea demanded as she neared the edge. A hot tightness deep inside her joined the electric buzz beneath her mound. She knew that she was going to come soon — come hard.

"Oh — hell yeah," Kyle exclaimed, increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts a little. "You are so fucking tight and wet."

"Fuck meee!" Andrea cried out, the word trailing off into a quavering squeal. "Ah! Ah! I... I'm gonna... Oh god! Gonna co..." A scream burst from her throat as Kyle suddenly pushed his thumb in deeper, driving her over the edge into orgasm.

"Oh yeah. You coming for me?" Kyle grunted.

"Oh god yes!" Andrea screamed. "C-c-coming!"

Kyle groaned from her walls squeezing tight around him, but pushed through the resistance to keep thrusting. Andrea continued to scream in ecstasy, her cries spiking in volume and pitch every time he drove his cock deep inside her.

Andrea was still coming when he buried his cock in her depths with the hardest thrust yet. His thumb popped free of her ass, causing her to yelp from the jolt of rapture it sent coursing through her. A second later, she moaned when his cock pulled free of her as well.

Kyle sat down, and then spun so that his legs were dangling over the edge of the couch. He grabbed Andrea's hips, and pulled the trembling woman toward him. His strong hands manipulated her like a puppet, pulling one of her legs to the other side of him as he slid his ass to the edge of the couch. She ended up sitting on his lap with his hard, slick cock nestled in the cleft of her ass.

Andrea gasped as he grabbed her waist and pulled her to lean back against him. As soon as she braced her hands on the couch behind her, Kyle lifted her ass and popped his cock back in front of her. He guided it back inside her, and then pulled his hand back through to grasp her hips. Andrea cried out as he pulled her down hard on his cock.

Even though she was on top, he was still in control. Kyle thrust up into her, using his powerful legs and abdominal muscles to drive his cock home. Though still twitching from her previous orgasm, Andrea could feel another building inside her with astonishing speed.

Andrea planted her feet beneath her, raising her hips to give him an even better angle to enter her. Her movements coordinated perfectly with his as she bounced her ass off him, taking him deeper inside her.

In less than a minute, Andrea was on the brink again. Her face burned as a knot of restrained energy coiled ever tighter in her depths. "Oh — fuck! Gonna... Gonna come again!"

"Do it. About to come," Kyle growled.

Andrea didn't know what summoned up the thought, but she instantly thought of Steven's relentless requests to come on her face. She'd never let him do it, but wanted it from Kyle now. "I want you to come on my face," she cried out.

"Fuck yeah," Kyle said in a tight, strained voice.

"Oh! Fuck! I'm coming!" Andrea screamed, and then tumbled over the edge into orgasmic bliss.

Kyle grunted with every movement of his hips as Andrea came atop him, obviously on the brink as well. Nevertheless, Andrea squealed in surprise when he pushed her off his cock. She caught her balance by putting her feet on the floor, and then slipped down onto her knees when Kyle wriggled out from under her. He took his glistening cock in hand and started to stroke it.

Still in the throes of her own orgasm, Andrea managed to gasp out, "Come for me. Come on my face." She licked the pussy-slick helmet of his cock, and caressed her folds to keep her climax going.

Kyle let out a groan that lasted for a dozen fast pumps of his hand over his cock, and then erupted into a growling scream as he sprayed her face with cum.

The first spurt filled her mouth with flavor, decorated her upper lip, and closed her left eye — reaching all the way to her hair. The next spattered her lips and chin. A final stream ran over her tongue and down her face, to hang suspended from her chin.

"Oh yeah," Andrea moaned as he panted above her. She tickled the tip of his cum-oozing cock with her tongue, getting another taste of his cream as a reward.

Kyle sat down hard on the couch and muttered, "Fuck, you are sexy."

Andrea wiped the cum out of her eye and sat down next to the couch. She rested her head on his leg and said, "God, I needed that."

Kyle stroked her cheek and let out a sigh. "Me too. It's been a while."

Andrea climbed back up on the couch, and he wrapped his arms around her. She cuddled up against him with a content sigh, pulling his cum to her lips and reveling in the tender embrace — such a wonderful contrast to how he'd taken her, opening her eyes to her submissive side.

Steven had never really cuddled with her afterwards, and she was starting to believe that catching him getting a blowjob from some slut was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

As if summoned by her thoughts, the door opened and she turned to see Steven standing in the doorway with the redhead, his jaw dropping toward the floor. He glared at both of them, and Andrea knew that he couldn't possibly miss her cum-covered face. She took advantage of the moment, and pulled another dollop of Kyle's cream from her chin to her lips.

Steven slammed the door shut a second later.

Andrea and Kyle both shared a laugh at the unexpected, but ironic intrusion.

"I guess we're even, Steven," she said to the closed door.

Kyle looked into her eyes and stroked his fingers over her cheek, apparently unbothered by getting his cum all over them. "I think I came out ahead, actually."

Andrea moaned and cuddled up close to him. "Me too."

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Even Steven



Even Steven

My mother got sick on her Asian Simmered Halibut with Rice Wine in May, 2002. Because of that, Bradley and I didn't have sex that Friday night. We didn't get it on until a Saturday night in June, 2012, ten years after college and five years into my marriage. When that Saturday night finally came I think I was certain I was going to do it, but if there was any smidgen of doubt left in me then it had to be the wedding that pushed me those last few inches.

You know about women and weddings? They made a whole movie about it a few years ago: The Wedding Crashers, in which Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson spend the first twenty minutes of the movie harvesting the low-hanging fruit of bridesmaids intoxicated into a bleary frenzy of romance-ignited lust by participation in their BFF's big day.

I heard from Bradley when he posted a greeting on my Facebook. I could have replied there or on his Facebook, but in the ten years since we graduated from college we'd stayed in touch sporadically, so I had an e-mail address for him. He, I presumed, still had my e-mail address, and that lead to my first dilemma: had he gotten in touch through my Facebook because he no longer had my address? Or did he have the address, but approached in a public way to see through what channel I would respond?

If I had to mount a defense of my behavior in this episode I couldn't. First, I took the private, e-mail option. Second, I'm the one who brought it up. I really should have made him mention it first.

Hey Brad!I haven't heard from you in forever! How are you? Haven't seen you since graduation. Well, yeah, you had to fly home the day before, so I guess I really haven't seen you since that night.

There was more to my message, but that's really all that had to be said.

Anny!Sorry so long. I almost made it up for your and Steven's wedding. Thanks for the invite. But in the end just couldn't make it. Speaking of which --- little sis is swapping vows and wedding rings (world's smallest handcuffs! yuk-yuk!) on Saturday. Wanna hook up?BradPS --- Yeah, that night.

Bradley isn't married, and at this point it appears apparent he likely never will be. The use of the term 'hook up' was a bit of overkill. Just the sighing 'Yeah, that night' in the PS would have been enough.

B -DON'T. I've never spelled my name that way except for one week freshman year when I just had to prove I knew a better way to spell Annie than my folks or the rest of the world ever thought of.APS: Yeah I do (I think).

Well, I had to be a little coy. Right?

AC'mon to the wedding.B

B -Love to but my invitation must have gotten, you know, lost in the mail.A

AIt's just a small affair out at the Shrine. A few family and friends. I get to bring someone, so that someone can be you. OK?B

B -Okay. Steven's out of town. I could use something to do.A

That was the last crucial piece of information we needed to establish. The fact that all these messages flew back and forth inside of an hour is just more evidence for the prosecution. So, Bradley came up for his sister's wedding. She'd gone to UAS also, and she'd ended up staying.

We had a long run of sunny weather in Juneau that late May and first half of June in 2012, when Bradley's little sister got married. For nineteen days the sky was almost cloudless. I'm glad of that. If you haven't figured it out yet, this story is heading toward some sort of personal calamity. Juneau, Alaska is probably the best place in the world for personal calamities. It's cloudy and rainy all the time: the perfect setting for interior crises. As bad as Sweden. Worse, really. Ingmar Bergman's film oeuvre notwithstanding, Alaska has a suicide rate half again as high as Sweden. But the sun shone high and bright and long - over eighteen hours near the Summer Solstice - through all this. It's like it all happened on a stage: nowhere to hide, no mealy-mouthed excuses about how depressed the weather made me feel. It was all as brightly lit as an operating room.

So, the wedding was a wedding. Better than that, really. The setting, especially on a sunny day, is magnificent: The Shrine of St. Therese. A small stone chapel sits on a tiny isle four hundred feet from the coast. Before the chapel could be built a causeway, constructed by hand, had to be established from the beach to the island. Then the chapel was built among stately firs. The ceremony was lovely and moving and, sitting in the chilly chapel, I found myself hoping that Bradley's sister or her guy didn't have any unfinished business waiting to cut a swath of mayhem through their lives at some future date.

The unfinished business. I mentioned the wedding at the beginning, but I also mentioned my mother getting sick. The wedding happened in this story's present: the late spring of 2012, but my mother getting sick happened ten years before, and that's what led to the unfinished business.

It was Friday, a couple days before graduation. I'd known Bradley since freshman orientation. We were close. We argued at times, which is how we knew that if we wanted to get closer it might work. There was enough tension between us to get a relationship rolling, and from there it would eventually either come together or fly apart. But, as much as we were able to hone our flirting techniques on each other for use on third parties, we never took the step.

I grew up in a house just a mile and a half from the University of Alaska Southeast along Fritz Cove Road. I could walk or bike to campus, even in the rain. There's no more affordable education than the Alaska university system on in-state tuition and living and eating at home. I graduated with all my permanent fund money still in my T. Rowe Price account, although I had to dip into it some for graduate school. Bradley and some other friends were frequent visitors at our house.

Just Bradley was over that Friday. My mother and father said good night and left for dinner and then a play at Perseverance Theater. Bradley and I talked about going out for a movie, but nothing struck our fancy. We took a walk down to the stony, placid shore of Auke Bay. It was the first week in May in that year of 2002. The just-after-sunset, dusky light, and a few small orange and pink clouds were perfect to give you that feeling of being totally settled and satisfied while at the same time aching with the knowledge that it was the perfect time for something significant to happen.

Then we made our way back to the house, an arm around the other's waist. Once inside we were kissing. I don't know who started it. I guess we both did. But there wasn't anything hesitant about it. We were too old for over-the-shirt, then under-the-shirt-over-the-bra, then push-the-bra-up, then unhook-the-bra. No, we pretty much went at it and got naked without much ado. Then we had a moment of, you know, just laying out the conditions. Yours truly led the way.

"What are we doing?" I asked.

"Duh."

"Yeah, I know. But we graduate in a couple days." Bradley was from Portland and would be returning there. In fact, he had to leave for family reasons the next day, the day before graduation.

"What would you like us to be doing?" Bradley asked. He was leaning toward me, placing little kisses on the side of my neck.

I thought I knew what we both wanted in that particular moment. I knew what I wanted. It wasn't my first time. Sex was still enough of a novelty for me, though, that anticipation of the pleasure and intimacy made me delirious. I was a young woman (and at this point in my life I'm amazed to think of myself as ever having been that young) who had been raised in a (relatively) proper household. So, burbling under everything - as I got ready to do it with someone I had no likelihood of ever having even the illusion of a romantically committed and loving relationship with - my mind hummed an almost imperceptible, troubling dissonance composed of the words 'slut' and 'skank.' I was a college-educated woman, though, so I was able to conjure a mental boot and stamp that nonsense into submission. I was sure Bradley wasn't just knocking off a piece, that he was sincere. Yeah, it could be with Bradley: a tender embrace before parting and a sweet remembrance to take with us, with someone who had been dear to me for a long time and could perhaps have been much more. I was fine with that.

"I want us to do something we'll remember for a long time when we're far apart," I said. He was sitting back now and looking at me, and as I spoke I kept my eyes on Bradley's, alert for whatever they might unintentionally tell me.

"I'm good with that too, Annie," Bradley said, and his eyes were in perfect agreement with his words.

We were on the couch, Bradley sitting back and I facing him from the side. With the compact signed and sealed, I moved to face him and swung a leg over his lap. He was half into me (or I was half onto him, however you care to look at it; but I'm sure we both looked at my vagina as being half full rather than half empty), and Bradley's mouth had just started on my breasts when the garage door opener clanked on.

I thanked my lucky stars I didn't have to pee. I would have let loose. Wouldn't that have been a sweet memory to carry into our futures?

I don't think we would have had enough time except that mom had to stop in the garage and hurl halibut chunks all over the lawn mower. So by the time mom and dad came through the door from the garage Bradley was out of the downstairs bath, and I was out of my room and down the stairs, dressed again. There wasn't really a need for panic. We could have just gathered our clothes and gone to my room and finished. I mean, I was graduating college, not in high school. Mom, and even dad, would have respected our right to be adults, because we were. I guess it was the rude shock of the moment that made us instinctively react like guilty adolescents.

Mom and dad ate dinner at one of Juneau's oriental restaurants. Juneau's a small town so I'd feel more comfortable not naming which, but it's the one that puts a boatload of MSG into everything. Dad had been driving from the restaurant to the theater, and it took mom a minute to convince him she was serious that they had to turn around and go home right now. She'd had the Asian Simmered Halibut with Rice Wine, and the joke our family carried forward from the event was that she must have misunderstood and thought it was catch and release.

The mini-crisis had Bradley on his way a short time later, after a few kisses that were more than pecks on the lips but that really weren't sure what they should be beyond that. That's the last time we saw each other before he picked me up to attend his sister's wedding ten years later.

Back in 2012, the guest list for the reception was much more extensive than for the ceremony. We stayed long enough to eat and watch the major events like the cake cutting, and first dance, and for Bradley to dance with his sister. Then we made our exit without anyone noticing.

So, you must be thinking, 'Great! More sex again so soon. And this time I think they're going to make it to the money shot.' But I have to take one more detour before we get there. If you've been an attentive reader then you've probably said to yourself, 'Back when they were doing the e-mails didn't Bradley mention something about not being able to attend Annie's wedding? So where's this hubby? What was his name? Steven?'

Almost there.

I went up to the University of Alaska campus in Anchorage for my Education Masters, and was there for three years. I enjoyed the program, and spending time on a larger campus and in a more cosmopolitan city. My big find there, though, was Ginny, a short, slight redhead with a spray of freckles and a bit of a potty mouth, but also someone who became a fast, tight, and trusted friend. She's never let me down. You'll meet Ginny further along in the story. When I got back to Juneau it was a year and a half before I landed my first teaching job with the district. It was a fill-in for a teacher who had to leave after the first trimester, but then I got my own full-time job the following year, and I've been teaching in the district ever since. I met Steven shortly after returning to Juneau. He was new to Southeast Alaska, transferred here by Hecla Mining to work at its Greens Creek Mine on Admiralty Island. We married two years and eleven days after we met.

Hecla has another mine, The Lucky Friday Mine in Idaho that was closed for most of 2012 for reclamation work. They wanted Steven down there to work on the management team for a part of the project. So he was gone for May, June, and July.

Also, if you're on the ball you've probably wondered, 'So this woman must be what? About thirty-two or so? No kids?' It's a fair question and one I try to avoid addressing, but I guess you have a right to know since you're reading this. Our first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage just short of viability. I grieved for a long time, and I suffered, and the result was I decided I never wanted to risk that hurt again. Is that selfish? Steven supported me totally; so, I got tied, and he got snipped. We've discussed perhaps having a discussion someday about adoption.

Anyway, all of that is why Bradley and I pulled into the driveway beside an entirely empty house. No husband or kids to shake a finger at us.

What do I want to tell you about that night? We put paid to the account we'd opened ten years before. We got that done, for what it's worth. I really wanted to do it out on the couch, but after I'd poured some wine I had to use the bathroom. I used the bath in the master bedroom, and after I'd shut off the lights and the fan, opened the door, and stepped into the bedroom there was Bradley on the bed, on his back and up on his elbows, legs half over the side. You'd think he could have figured out I'd not want to do it in my marital bed. But there he was. The wedding really did its job. It revved my engine. I'd known I was going to do it from the moment I'd written 'Hey Brad!', but the wedding added some sort of sweetness, made me feel a bit more urgency, and informed me that perhaps I didn't need to split hairs quite so much about where to do it.

My dress was already back in the closet and my heels were in the entry hall. Exiting the bathroom, I had on just my bra, panties, and a full slip, and all of that was soon on the floor. Bradley opened his pants and fitted on a condom. While he did that, I went to the window and drew closed the wide-open drapes. I came back to Bradley's feet, grabbed a double handful of waistband and pulled his slacks and boxers down and off.

You remember how we almost did it ten years before? Me on top? Well, after Steven and I were into our relationship and sex became an all-the-time part of my life I found I like it on top. Steven calls it Annie's Sexual Weirdness #1. From behind - it goes by the dreadful name 'doggie' - is good for me, too. Missionary is at the bottom (no pun intended) of my list, but it's okay when I'm feeling a little sub or, more often, when I want to be accommodating. Steven is easy to please but tends to like being on top, so I often enjoy surrendering.

But that explains why I climbed onto Bradley without preamble and without pausing to solicit any second opinions. I knew I wanted to do it, but I also knew I didn't want to do it face-to-face. Had we done it face-to-face the position would be called 'cowgirl.' Facing the other way is called 'reverse cowgirl', and I rather like either appellation and the mental image they conjure. Yee-Haw! and Yippy-I-A! One of these days I'm going to get a Stetson hat to wave around while I do it.

Let's see. What boxes do I have to check off?

It took a while.

Can't say I had anything in particular on my mind.

Yes, I enjoyed the physical sensations.

And, yeah, I came. Doing it my favorite way, and not having to look at someone-who-wasn't-Steven while I did it, got me eighty percent of the way. And from there I just needed to attend to myself with some determined rubbing and a bit of flicking, and I was over the top. It was the coldest, shallowest, most pathetically utilitarian orgasm I've ever experienced. It did nothing for me. While Steven was gone I got much better orgasms out of my magic wand.

While I waited for Bradley to finish, I returned to the state of rationality one reassumes after an orgasm, even a crappy one. My refocused mind told me how much I didn't want to be sitting where I was sitting. Being done, I suppose I could have just gotten off but, hey, fair is fair. After Bradley finally finished, with a crescendo of sound and hands tightly clasping my hips, I lifted myself off, hoping I wasn't recoiling too quickly or obviously. I spent a few minutes in the bathroom, and then visited the walk-in to slip my dress back on. When I emerged he was pulling up his slacks.

I took him by the hand, "Let's go drink our wine," and I led him down the hall. Bradley didn't exactly put a funnel in his mouth, but his wine was gone in a few large but well-controlled gulps. After very little, very awkward, very halting attempts at conversation we were at the door.

"Coming by tomorrow?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Got a flight at three in the afternoon. There's a day-after bridal brunch for the newly-weds, and then we're putting them on a plane at one. I'll just stay at the airport."

I hope I hid my relief well enough. Then we were hugging and smooching cheeks.

"Bye, love," Bradley said. "Good to see you. Thanks."

"Thanks?" I said. "Get the fuck outta here with 'thanks.' Take care. Stay in touch." Of course, I knew he wouldn't. Then he turned, descended the steps, and walked to his rent-a-car in the lovely, pre-Solstice, midnight light.

I leaned back against the shut door and closed my eyes. As I slugged down the last of my wine the troubling sotto voce undercurrent from ten years before started in my mind again with 'slut' and 'skank', but I was a much older and more worldly woman by then, so it was able to add variations to the theme like 'floosy', 'slag', 'ho', 'trollop'...Shut up! I used that mental boot again to stamp out the fire. It was funny. I knew that I could stamp it out only because we'd done it here, in my house. I also knew that if Steven had been home, and, if Bradley and I were to do this we'd have had to stop at the Super 8 Motel on the way from the reception, then that undercurrent would have swelled into a deafening Hallelujah Chorus. A weird distinction and, I'm sure, one with no validity whatsoever.

It really would have been okay, even wonderful and a pleasant memory, ten years ago. Now it was just cheap humping.

As I leaned against the door the words came unbidden, murmured, "Holy fucking God."





Even Steven



We don't have secrets, so when we were settled with hot drinks and the scones and she asked, "So, what's new with you?" I hesitated only a moment before I replied, "Well, I did it."

"Did what?" Ginny asked, giggling, perhaps expecting some cute story about what I was currently wasting my summer vacation doing.

"It," I answered. "Last night."

She looked at me, her smile fading. "You mean...it?"

I nodded.

Her smile was now gone and her shoulders had sagged. "With who?"

"With whom," I corrected.

"Fuck that. With who?"

"You don't know him," I answered. She looked surprised, mostly, and like a hundred questions had just formed behind her forehead. But there was no mistaking that part of her look had a big dollop of disappointment to it. I told her the story I've just told you. I'd never had reason to mention Bradley to her, so the whole package was quite a bombshell.

When I was finished she sat for a while, her gaze wandering over the table top, sipping coffee from time to time. Finally she asked, "So what's next?"

"With?"

"You and Bradley. You and Steven."

I couldn't help but smile a little. "There's no next with Bradley. He'll be off to the airport in a little while and back in Portland by this evening. I'm as certain as I can be that I'll never hear from him again. I think he was as relieved to get out the door last night as I was to close it behind him."

She considered that. "So how was it?" I wasn't sure what I heard in her question. Was she just asking? Or was it, 'Was one roll in the sack with a strange cock good enough to maybe completely fuck your marriage for?'

"It was okay," I replied. We were always honest with each other, but I knew I wasn't going to tell her about either the existence or the nature of that austere orgasm. "It wasn't what it would have been ten years ago. I can't imagine why I couldn't figure out before we did it that it wouldn't be."

The look Ginny regarded me with was full of sympathy. I was relieved to see the look didn't have any component of, 'Well, I'm glad to see you finally figured that out, blockhead.'

She said, "So, I guess that answers any questions about whether you missed a fork in the road ten years ago?"

"No, Ginny, it's not like that," I answered. "I know if I could go back to that fork I wouldn't, even if I knew I could still have with Bradley what I have now. Besides, what Bradley and I almost did back then, well, we understood it wasn't going to be the start of anything. I love the life I'm living and I love it with Steven. I guess I just thought..." Shit! How to make this not sound like the most fucked up bit of reasoning in the history of humankind?..."that we were going to finish what we started, put the scales of the universe back in balance. Something. I guess." I lost it. For a moment I wasn't sure if I was going to laugh or cry. When the sounds finally emerged they could have been either, but only for a moment. Then I started to chuckle, picked up steam, and soon I was in the grip of hysterical laughter. Ginny seemed surprised, but in a moment she was right there with me.

When we'd finally settled down I said, "Just get a Sharpie and write Stupid across my forehead." She began to rise. I grabbed her arm. "No! No, that's not necessary! Stop!"

"You sure?" she asked.

"Yeah. I just have to figure out how I'm going to handle this with Steven."

As if a switch had been thrown, Ginny's still-bubbling chuckles were gone and her face was as hard as I've ever seen it.

"Fuck that, Annie! Just fuck that! You're not going to handle it with Steven. You're never going to breathe a word of this to him," she said with an intensity and passion I'd never heard her manifest.

"I don't know, Ginny. I mean, not right away maybe, but someday I think I...."

"You know my mother? My mother?" Ginny cut me off, and her voice had lost none of its stridency. Yes, I'd met her mother several times. Sweet lady. Ginny had a brother three years behind her, and almost as soon as he was off to college Ginny's mother and father had divorced, right out of the blue. Ginny didn't wait for me to acknowledge any of that.

"I never knew this until after the divorce," Ginny said. "My mom made....a mistake, back when I was about eight or nine. Some guy at work. It was once. It meant absolutely nothing. She was torn up about it and had no idea how it could have happened. Well, she just had to 'fess up. Annie, I had a great childhood with parents who were solid and loved me like the dickens, and were in love with each other. And, you know, they were. They really were. I think they really were, even after. But when mom told me about this she told me that dad never got past it. When she told him the light in his eyes just died. They stayed together until my brother was out of the house. I don't know how they did it, but I never suspected a thing. They faked it that good for years. There were no arguments or name calling or slammed doors or snide comments or bitterness. Nothing. I think they even still had sex sometimes. Then they were done. And, you know, I think they could still get back together and spend the rest of their lives loving each other. If dad could just get over it. But I don't think he ever will. I wish he could, but I don't blame him, because that's the thing, Annie: you just never know how someone will take something like that. Some people can take it. Some people can't." She had a hand on one of my shoulders and her grip was tight as she shook me a little. "Annie, you don't ever, ever want to have to find out which of those people Steven is. If you love Steven and your marriage then you just put this the fuck behind you and forget it."

She ended, and we were silent. I'd known Ginny's parents had divorced some years before. Once I'd asked why, but Ginny was so evasive in addressing the question and so quick to change the subject that I realized it was a sensitive issue she couldn't find the strength to address even with me. I backed off and haven't gone there since, and now I knew just how deeply the event had hurt her, and the continuing pain she feels from watching her parents live their lonely, separate lives.

Both our eyes were full of tears that never fell. She gave my shoulder another shake. Finally, I nodded my head. "Yeah, Ginny. Okay. I get it. I get it."

She looked at me a while longer and then said, "I gotta go take a piss." In all the years I'd know her I'd never heard her use the word 'piss' instead of 'pee.'

I didn't notice until she returned, but she'd gone to use the bathroom in the master bedroom. Morbid curiosity? When she emerged from the hall she stood in the living room looking at the couch and coffee table.

"You slept out here last night?" she asked. It was obvious. I'd put the wine glasses in the dishwasher after Bradley had left, but the empty from the wine I'd killed, sucking right from the bottle, was on the coffee table. The quilt that usually adorned the back of the couch was on the cushions and had obviously been used as a cover.

"Yeah," I acknowledged.

"Come with me," she ordered. She led the way down the hall. In the bedroom she pointed at the bed. The sheets, pillows, and blankets were as we'd left them. Then she was talking to me. "With women it's things: touchstones, physical objects. I don't know if I got that from Oprah or Dr. Phil or Dear Prudence or where the fuck. But it's true. You sell that bed, Annie. If you're ever gonna blab this to Steven it'll be because you can't stand to see that bed or sleep in it one more time. Get it out of this house. You told me Steven doesn't like it anyway."

That was true. My parents had bought us the bedroom set for a wedding present. They hadn't told us to go pick out something we liked, they'd just bought the set and had it delivered. We could handle that the pieces were ugly, but the bed had what they call Sleigh head and foot boards. Mom had been the instigator, and it didn't take a degree from Swami U. to figure out that I was conceived in the sleigh bed they still had (At least, I don't think it very likely I was conceived on the living room coffee table or with mom bent over the kitchen counter, but you never know, do you?), and she wanted whatever grandchildren might come along to be conceived in the same sort of bed. There was no place to set anything on the headboard, not a glass of water or a lamp. And the bed was short. Steven is six feet tall, and he doesn't scrunch up as much when sleeping as a lot of people. So his feet were always pushing against the footboard. We'd talked about getting something more attractive and comfortable.

"Well, do you think...," I began.

"Just shut up and do it," Ginny said. Then she was marching back down the hall. Her movement was so sudden I didn't for a moment realize she was gone. I caught up with her in the living room. She was opening the door to leave.

"You going so soon?" I asked.

With the door open, and her halfway out, she turned back to me. "I'm pissed at you, Annie. I mean, I'm so pissed at you I can't see straight." I had no idea what to say. Then she closed her eyes, and a few tears that had been ready to fall were squeezed out. She rubbed a hand on her forehead. "But I'll get over it." She was silent briefly and then said, "Do you think you're a bad person?"

The question surprised me. I was torn in answering. After spending so much time being told what to tell my husband and what to do with my bed I thought it might be time to stand up for myself a little. But that troubling chorus was still humming. "No. No, I don't think so," I answered. "But, yeah, the word 'slut' has been..."

"No, Annie, don't do that to yourself. That's just another road that ends at flapping your mouth with Steven. You're right, Annie. You're not a bad person. You're like my mother: a good person who made a mistake. Don't let a mistake fuck over the rest of your life." Her face finally softened. She giggled grimly and shook her head. "Miss Fuckin' Hot Pants. I'll call you later." Then she was gone, out into that unforgiving and all-revealing sunlight.





Even Steven



Steven had moved over to sit behind me on the bed. His arms were around me, one hand stroking my right breast. He was nuzzling the back of my neck.

"My God! Steven, thank you," I said. "Why?" It was the best I could do with the question.

"I don't know. Our fifth anniversary is close," he said.

"In case you don't know, the fifth is the wood anniversary, I think, or maybe it's copper," I said. "These don't look like they're made of wood or copper. You don't get to diamonds until, well, maybe it's the sixtieth."

I felt him shrug. "I just saw them and wanted you to have them. Maybe it's a look ahead. I really want to be with you when that sixtieth anniversary rolls around. I love you, Annie. I couldn't live without you." He squeezed me and said, "Hey, I want to see them on you."

I disengaged, rose, and went to the bathroom. It took me a little fumbling to get the earrings in since I was mostly looking at my face in the mirror, trying to read the emotion there. It looked like apprehension. Then they were on. I peeled off my thong, dropped it in the hamper, shut off the light, and moved to the bed. I rolled on, onto my back at the middle. We almost always do it with the lights on to accommodate my imaginary voyeurs. I'd made good use of the clipping scissors and a razor earlier to make sure my pubes were in an alluring configuration. I crooked a knee to make sure Steven had a clear view to the goods.

Steven slid over. Then he was above, looking down at my face, the earrings, my eyes.

"God, I love you so much, Annie," Steven said, and I thought, Don't tell me. Please, please just keep it to yourself. But I knew he would. Why else bother with the earrings?

Steven was ready to go. That or a zucchini had suddenly materialized between us. He reached around and began to pull me up, encouraging me to get into whatever female superior position might suit me. I shook my head. "This is good," I said.

Steven looked at me skeptically. "You sure, Annie? On the bottom? Miss Ride 'Em Cowgirl?"

"Yeah, help yourself," I said. "Dinner's served."

I expected him to roll onto me, but he didn't. He still seemed hesitant. Then he said, "You know, I was thinking while I was away that we should just get that kitchen remodel done. You really deserve the kitchen you want."

"Okay," I said, "we can talk about it."

"Screw talking about it," he answered, "we'll just do it."

"Okay," I said, thinking, Five more minutes and he'll be offering the Taj Mahal.

Steven had made his offerings. I made mine. On my back, naked save for the down payment on a new BMW dangling from my ears, I subserviently spread my legs: atonement and a hope of finding some sort of absolution. Steven moved on top of me and pushed in. Before we really started to rock and roll Steven said, "Oh, shit, Annie. Sorry. You said you had something I really needed to know?"

I wrapped my legs around his middle and put my hands on his ass cheeks, encouraging him to go deeper. "Yeah, you really need to know I'm horny as a toad and need some hard dick. Now." Then we were at it.

So, Bradley is back in Portland, and she - whoever she is - is down in Idaho. I guess we're going to keep our secrets to ourselves. I'm fine with that.

We're...well, you know.





Even Steven



Steven was a short and buff type nigga who only stood at 5'9, but he proudly weighed in at around 275 pounds, which made for a thick "gorilla chest", V shaped back, phat ghetto booty and thick valve muscles. He wore his hair in a close buzzcut, but you couldn't see it due to his bright orange skullcap that was part of his super thick jumpsuit. As a tow truck driver, Stevens's uniform was all about visibility. So as he walked through the grocery store, his bright uniform caught everyone's eye...including Bridgette Deshanon.

Bridgette was a 31 year old school teacher whose life went perfectly as planned...until a haulking black home invader brutally raped her in her own home. This dude really gave it to her, too...he forced her to deepthroat every inch of his colossal THIRTEEN inch dick, assfucked her while holding her face into a toilet, he bit and smacked her titties til they turned black and blue and to top it all off - he forced her to kneel at his feet and choke herself out as he nutted all over her face.

"Fuckin' bitch," he spit on her face, before finally leaving.

Now while the ordeal was terrifying (at the time) Bridgette wasn't the type to hold grudges. As a matter of fact, sometimes when she seen a huge black man, she'd feel a quick zip of lust as she remembered squirting all over her rapist huge black dick.

"Do I know you?" Steven boomed in his deep voice, as Bridgette suddenly found herself staring at him- imagining how it would feel to choke on the huge bulge in his jumpsuit.

"Have you ever been raped by a woman?" Bridgette asked.

"N - no, can't say that I have...why?"

"Well I've been raped by a man," Bridgette felt the anger well up inside of her. "A black man."

"I'm so sorry," Steven shook his head.

"What's your name?" Bridgette forged ahead.

"Steven."

"Well, will you let me get even...Steven?"

"What do you mean?"

"Follow me," Bridgette dropped her groceries and switched her ass as she walked out to her car. Steven quickly licked his lips and stayed on her ass like a wolf following a baby sheep. When they reached the car, Bridgette leaned in as if she was going to kiss him...until she smacked the living shit out of him.

"Hey," Steven rose. up in his seat. "Whachu do that for?"

"I'm going to give it to you ruff just like that FUCKING NIGGER did me."

"I'll tell you what," Steven caught her by the throat and slammed her head against the window. "If you can do it - ptuhhhhh," he haulked into her face, "SO CAN I...BITCH!!"

Bridgette wildly leaned down to tear out his huge black dick and swallowed him down to his fucking balls, causing him to throw his head back and roll his eyes deep into the back of his skull.

"O fuck yes," he softly licked his lips, as he listened to the lil bitch gag and choke on his monstrous black dick. "Awwwfooouggccckkk ...unnnnnn."

"Gooragggggg," Bridgette felt the contents of her stomach boil up her throat, down his dick and down where it pooled over his balls and between his asscrack.

"You nasty lil bitch," he laughed...initially. But when Bridgette gathered a handful of the slop and mashed it into his face, he quickly changed his tone.

"What da fuck?" the man roared in his deep voice, as he felt puke run down his handsome face. "I should beat the living shit out of you right now."

Bridgette gave him a long, daring look as she waited to see what came next. Then, out of nowhere, she hefted up his shirt and locked her teeth over his left nipple.

"Ahhhh...let up bitch," he curled his hands in her hair and yanked so hard that he lifted his own body off the seat...She just wouldn't let go.

"Fuckin' bitch," he back handed her. "Lemme up."

"Aww, the poor baby can't take it," Bridgette said in a whiny voice. "Look at you bitching up on me."

"FUCK YOU!!"

"I had to take it when that FUCKING NIGGER was raping me...so if you can't handle it, GET OUT!!"

"Nah, baby," Steven licked his lips and shook his head. "You gon take me somewhere so we can finish dis shit."

"My house - my rules," she flicked a finger over his dick.

"I already told you...if you can do it - I can do it."

IN BRIDGETTE'S BASEMENT...

"Gotdayummm," Steven screamed. Bridgette had him kneeling in this contraption that closed over his neck and held both hands high in the air. She then locked ten clothespins over EACH nipple, before slamming his dick into a vacumn type hose with hundreds of wet suction cups and a fluttering mechanical tongue. 

With his head locked down and ass sticking high in the air, Bridgette knelt behind him and French kissed him up the shitter. Loud slurps echoed throughout the room as Bridgette feasted on my niggas ass, making sure to run her nails up and down his spine. It felt so good with the machine on his dick and tongue up his ass that Steven felt tears stream from his eyes. But what really took his breath away was when the bitch plowed a THIRTEEN INCH dildo up his ass.

"Nnnhhh," his lips formed into an 'O, while Bridgette viciously kicked him in the stomach.

"At least I had the decency to lick you out...my rapist didn't even do that," Bridgette continued to talk shit."

"Ack ack," he coughed, as Bridgette began to beat him with a belt like a slavemaster from a History channel special.

THWACK...THWACK...THWACK.

She abruptly dropped the belt and squatted over his head totake a piss, while she bent down to lick his asshole again. While she did this she took the time to roll his nuts between her hands, each roll haharder than the last.

"Please don't do that," Steven softly licked his lips, as the vacumn hose started to vibrate and the suction cups fishtailed in reverse. "O goddamn...unn...ahhh...ahhhh. Fuck yee-ah"

The huge man rattled his restraints as he profusely nutted into the mechanical suction hose. When he ffinally collapsed from exhaustion, Bridgette hit a release valve (detaching the hose) and raced to the front. 

"Open your fucking mouth boi," she lifted his chin up by the nails, forcing him to to drink his own cum. She then yanked the dildo (covered in ass slime) and held it before his face.

"I'll NEVER be able to get it," Steven looked her deep in the eye. "Please don't do this to me."

THWACK she smacked the livinliving shit out of him. She then held the back of his head and unremorselessly SHOVED NINE INCHES of the plastic

dildo down his throat. His eyes bulged out of his head and snot ricocheted from her hand and back ovet his handsome face.

"C'mon," Bridgette said in a mock 'black boy' accent. "Swallow dat shit deeyown, beeyotch."She pushed...and pushed...and pushed...until his nose was flattened into her hand. That obviously meant he was now deepthroating a THIRTEEN INCH DILDO.

"Ooarrrrfff," he wretched, heaved, coughed and choked as she clamped a lock to hold it down his throat.

"Here...I'll even set a timer...the average person can struggle for three minutes or so. Since youre such a big boy, I'll give you three and a half...but I'll still suck dat ass in the meantime."

She quickly reattached the suction cup over his dick and buried her face up his ass, so that as he shivered and shaked from the lack of oxygen, he also had to contend with her tongue up his ass. His chest heaved uncontrollably as he nutted again, and just as the sexy nigga felt his world go dark, she removed the clamp and kicked him hard in the stomach.

When he woke up, he was laying naked in a ditch...just the way he did her ten years earlier. She didn't press charges. She just kept her word.

"I'll get even...Steven."



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Family Ties



The morning sun just rose over the mountains of western North Carolina. The two-story, four bedroom house was still mostly quiet. There was a light sound of feet walking down the stairs. 

Helen paused at the bottom of the stairs. She carefully sat the two suitcases on the hardwood floor. 

"Y'all hurry up and get down here!" she yelled, toward the second floor. "We are going to be late." Helen pulled her long, wavy auburn hair behind her and quickly secured it with a hair-tie. While she waited for her three kids to appear, Helen leaned her 5'8", 150 pound frame against the railing.

She crossed her long, tan legs at the ankles. She had her heel on one foot raised just enough that the one sandal was dangling. She checked her outfit once more, just to make sure it was suitable for the flight. The black and lime green running shorts barely covered her toned ass. An ass she worked hard six days a week to maintain. In direct light, the lime green bra peered through the thin white tank-tank.

Helen looked up as the first child appeared at the top of the stairs. Joshua, or Josh, as everyone called him was Helen's baby boy. That very morning, her baby boy turned into a man of 18 years of age.

Josh quickly skipped every other step on his way down to join his mother. He paused to kiss Helen on the cheek, as he does every morning when she greets him and every night before he goes to bed. "Good morning, Mom," he said, as he acknowledged his mothers smile. At 6'1" tall and 180 pounds with with short brown hair, Josh was physically fit and muscular as any high school athlete would be. 

Helen seemed to look at Josh differently as he now entered adulthood. His perfectly tanned skin stretched over this hardened muscles. He was no longer her baby boy. He was now a legal adult. He was a man, according to society. Although, Helen still wanted to look at him as her baby.

Stephanie jogged down the steps to meet her mother. She received a hard stare from Helen. The same stare she had seen many times before. Stephanie waited for her mother to send her back to her room to change clothes, but instead Helen smiled and touched her daughter's shoulder as she walked around her.

The white shorts didn't cover much of the 22 year-old God given asset. Stephanie wasn't as tall has her mother, but her 5'4" frame was packed with sexy. Stephanie didn't have to work as hard as her mother does to maintain her sexy physique. She had the body most women twice her age would have killed to have. Even women her own age spend hours in the gym and can't achieve what Stephanie has naturally. Her light blonde hair curled half way down her back. Even though she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts still held firm high on her chest. Her 36C's were staring straight at Josh as they began taking their luggage to the car.

"I can't believe mom is letting you leave the house like that,"Josh said. 

"I can't believe you're looking at me like that," Stephanie replied.

"What?" Josh asked. "It's obvious you're not wearing a bra. I,--no scratch that, anyone can see that."

Matthew, the oldest son and middle child at the age of 20, finally joined his brother and sister at the rear of the family's SUV. He quickly loaded his four suitcases into the back of the car as he watched has his older sister struggled to lift her heavy luggage. "What in the Hell do you have in there?" he asked.

"Just the basics," Stephanie replied. "Bikinis, more bikinis and condoms."

Stephanie and her two younger brother's always shared their sarcasm with each other. It was always innocent, fun joking until recently when more and more of the jokes were sexual. They were always careful not to say anything too risque in front of their mother for fear they would get into trouble. Even though the three of them were adults, they still lived in their mother's house and had to follow her rules. Sex was a subject never discussed openly when Helen was present.

The plane landed in the Bahamas without any problems. Helen and her children quickly got their luggage and then found a taxi to take them to their vacation rental. Helen booked two bungalow's a mere 40 yards from the ocean. One was for her and Stephanie and the other was for her two boys. The staff helped the family to their home away from home for the next seven days. It was supposed to be seven days of sun, fun and much needed relaxation. 

"What happens out of the country, stays out of the country," Stephanie chirped, as she leaned against Josh's left arm. She leaned into her brother, making sure his arm was firm against her chest between her perky breasts. 

"That's Vegas, Dear," Helen replied, as she walked toward her bungalow.

Josh jumped and let out a small squeal as Stephanie grabbed a handful of his ass. He was glad to get away from her at that point. The feeling of her breasts rubbing against his arm started to awaken his piece in his shorts. Josh quickly went to his bungalow to meet his brother. He looked back at his sister and saw her laughing as he closed the door.

A few hours later, about an hour before sun set, Josh and Matthew decided to take a walk down the beach to scope out some women. They figured since they were only going to be on the island for a week, they might as well try to sleep with as many woman as possible.

After about a half mile, a woman headed straight toward them. She wore nothing except a white thong. The boys tried hard not to stare, but couldn't help but notice how freely the stranger was showing her body to anyone in eyesight. Then another woman wearing just shorts slowly walked past them. And then they noticed an older couple relaxing on beach towels wearing nothing except sunglasses and a smile.

"Bro," Matthew said. "This is a nude beach," he continued, with excitement in his voice.

Josh didn't reply. He was just trying his best to keep his penis from poking a hole in his shorts. He did everything he could, but it was no use. By the time they passed a group of topless women playing in the small waves, Josh had a full erection. He thought about jumping in the ocean to hide it or maybe the water would be cold enough to make it go away. But before he could decide what to do, he heard a voice from behind.

Josh turned toward the familiar voice. Matthew opened his arms and allowed his sister to hug him. Josh looked as Stephanie's bare chest pressed against Matthews bare chest. Josh reluctantly allowed Stephanie to hug him too. She pushed her pelvis into Josh's crotch, rubbing herself against his already throbbing erection. He thought it was nice that his erection was finally hidden, but it was strange that his topless sister was the one hiding it. Stephanie held onto Josh a little longer than she did Matthew.

After a few moments, Stephanie gave Josh a quick peck on the cheek and then let go of him. "What are you guys doing out here?" she asked. "You do know this is a clothing optional beach, right?"

"We sorta figured that out a few minutes ago," Matthew said. He didn't seem as bothered as his brother did that they were standing there chatting with their mostly naked sister. Matthew was always the one that never acted as if anything surprised him.

Josh placed his hands in front of crotch, debating whether to just cover his erection or to actually cup it in his hands. Either way, he felt perverted just being there, in front of his topless sister trying to hide an erection she made worse by pushing against it. There was only one way he was going to get rid of the hard-on and he'd have to do that back in the bungalow. And he needed to do it fast.

The three of them began walking back toward their bungalow's. Stephanie was in the middle of her brothers. Matthew allowed his arms to swing freely as if he didn't care about the bulge in his shorts. Josh still tried to hide his bulge, but every step made it more difficult.

"How can you be okay with this?" Josh asked, Stephanie. "Being okay naked in front of us like this?"

"Well," Stephanie began to explain. "Chris, my ex-fiance used to bring me to places like this. And after time, I got used to being naked. In fact, I love being naked." Stephanie grabbed each of her brother's hands, interlocking her fingers with theirs. "You should try it."

Matthew halted in his steps. "Try what, being naked?" He looked around and pointed. "Out here with all of these people?" It was the first time Matthew hesitated at a suggestion from a girl. It could have been the first time he was asked to be naked in front of strangers or it could have just been because his sister suggested it. "No way!"

Josh felt his sister's eyes lay heavily upon him. He didn't want to look at her. Josh always had a soft spot for Stephanie. Josh wasn't sure if it developed when he was younger or it if he felt as if it was his duty to do for her because he was her brother. He though it was a little bit of both, plus the fact that her ex-fiance, Chris, had ruined their engagement when he cheated on her with another woman.

"Umm," Josh mumbled. "I don't know about that, Sis."

"Aww, come on," Stephanie said. "We can already see you're hard. What difference is it going to make if that hard thing bounces when you walk or if it stays cramped in those shorts.?" 

Josh played her off and continued walking. He would have been happy to get some relief in his shorts, but wasn't sure if that was the time and place to do it. 

Stephanie untied her bikini top from around her waist and put it on correctly as the three of them approached their bungalows. She knew if her mother saw her walking topless with her two brothers, she'd never hear the end of it. And no telling what else Helen would say or do to a situation like that. "Josh," Stephanie said, after Matthew entered their bungalow first. Stephanie met Josh. She looked around to make sure no one was watching or listening. Stephanie stepped in close to her brother. Placing her breasts against Josh's chest, Stephanie smiled. "Let's take a walk later. Just me and you."

"Okay," Josh quickly replied. He swallowed the lump in his throat. "What's up?"

"Apparently you are," Stephanie said. She looked around again. Satisfied no one was watching, she slid her hand down Josh's shorts. Josh didn't fight her. He liked it, but felt ashamed at the same time. He knew what she was doing was wrong, but it wasn't like he was a little boy. He could stop her if he wanted. "Since today is your birthday, I want to give you something special, little brother," Stephanie said, as she rolled the head of Josh's penis between her finger tips. Josh didn't think it was possible, but he grew harder. He wanted to speak, he cracked his lips, but remained silent. "Meet me out here in an hour," Stephanie said. "And I'll take care of this for you," she said, as she squeezed him harder.

An hour later, Stephanie told her mother that she was going out and would be back later. As Stephanie exited the bungalow, Matthew was leaving next door. He greeted his sister with a wave and then continued down the beach. Stephanie waited around the corner to wait and see if her baby brother would show.

Josh appeared on the porch and waved Stephanie over. "Matthew said he was going to be gone for a couple of hours," Josh said. "We can take that walk now."

Stephanie playfully pushed Josh back into the room. "There's no need to find a hiding place when we have this place to ourselves," Stephanie said. 

"What exactly do you have in mind?" Josh asked. He hadn't forgot about his sister fondling him. A matter of fact, it's the only thing he thought about for the previous hour. As he thought about the touch of her fingertips rubbing the head of his penis, he began to grow. 

Stephanie stared at her little brother's crotch and said, "Apparently, I'm thinking about the same thing you are." She pointed a finger at his growing erection. "Take off your shorts."

"Sis, this is weird," Josh said, scared of getting caught. "Someone could walk in any minute. I'm not sure if this is a good idea."

Stephanie stepped to her brother. "That's the part that makes it exciting," she said. She reached up and kissed him on the lips. She paused to see if Josh would resist or kiss back. He did neither. She pulled back slightly and then tried again. That time, Josh parted his lips and allowed his sister to slide her tongue into his mouth. It felt way too good for him to hesitate again. Josh pushed Stephanie's tongue back into her mouth with his tongue. 

He grabbed his sister by the hips and pulled her tight to his body. They exhaled a simultaneous sigh of satisfaction. Josh pulled away from Stephanie. He glared into her beautiful blue eyes and then smiled. "I can't believe this is happening," he said. 

"You can't believe what?" Stephanie asked. "What do you want to happen, little brother?" She playfully asked. "Do you want to kiss me on these lips more, or do you want to kiss me on these lips?" Stephanie teased, as she placed her fingers over her crotch.

"I've never done that," Josh replied.

Stephanie smiled. "It's easy. Just write the alphabet with your tongue." Stephanie peeled off her shirt, exposing her bare, sun-kissed tits. "First, kiss me here," she said, using her index finger to rub the tip of her nipple. 

Josh obeyed and bent down. He took his sister's hard nipple into his mouth. He gently sucked on her titties as he squeezed her ass. Stephanie arched her back, pushing her tits farther into her brother's face. 

Stephanie slipped off her thong and laid back on the bed. "It's time to write out that alphabet, little brother," she said. Josh knelled on the floor. He took a moment to look, rather, idolize his sister's pussy. It was first time he had ever seen one in person. Stephanie spread her legs farther apart, motioning for Josh to continue. 

Josh slowly stuck out his tongue as far as it would go and made one long continuous lick from bottom to top and then back down again. And then he paused. He licked his lips, savoring his sister's flavor. He liked the way she tasted. 

Stephanie gently pushed her bother's head back in between her legs. She pushed her pelvis against Josh's face as he pushed her pussy open and dove his tongue deep inside her. He flicked his tongue up and down, side to side. He deeply kissed his sister's pussy as she moaned. 

"Go up, just a little," Stephanie instructed. "There—right there." 

Josh found the hardened clit and began massaging it with his tongue. As his sister started moving, he licked faster. He knew he was about to bring his sister to orgasm. And he loved it. Stephanie arched her back into the air. She used her legs to pull her brother tighter. Josh curled his tongue into the shape of a straw and began sucking her juice straight from her fruit. 

"Holy fuck, Josh, that was perfect," Stephanie said, as she collapsed back onto the bed. Josh didn't stop. He continue slurping every drop of his sister. He wanted, he needed more of her. "Your turn," Stephanie said, as she tried to pull away. Josh grabbed her thighs and pulled her back to him. Stephanie quickly obliged when she felt the surge once again. She grabbed a handful of her brother's hair as she kept one leg resting on his back. She moaned deeply as her brother brought her to another orgasm. 

Stephanie tugged at Josh's shorts until his hard cock bounce out. It nearly hit her in the face. "That is one big cock," Stephanie said. "I guess it's about ten inches, but anyway, it's the biggest I've ever had, little brother." Stephanie felt her brother's cock thump in her hand as she said, little brother. "Do you like when I call you that?" she asked. "Little Brother?" She smiled when Josh's hard cock thumped again.

Stephanie took a firm grasp on her brother and slowly rolled her tongue around the head of his cock. His skin was smooth. There were only slight hints of veins, but none bulging. His cock had a small upward curve. The right sort of curve that hit the g-spot with no problems. She took the head in her mouth as she continued rolling her tongue around the tip. Josh stared down into her blue eyes. Stephanie began taking more and more of her brother into her mouth until more than half of him had disappeared. Josh rolled his head back in ecstasy. His sister moved back and forth, clamping down with her lips. She'd pull back to the tip, and then take his hard cock back in her mouth again. She used her right hand, in a twisting motion as she sucked harder and faster. She began to moan as he did. Josh's moans grew deeper and he tried pushing deeper into her mouth just as she stopped and pulled away.

"You were about to cum, weren't you?" Stephanie asked, a little annoyed. 

"Yeah," Josh whispered, with a raspy voice.

"The polite thing to do is tell a girl when you are about to blow a load down her throat."

Josh stepped back, embarrassed and apologetic. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"It's okay, little brother. Have you never had a blow job before? Has girl never sucked your cock?" Stephanie waited for an answer. As she looked at Josh, she realized maybe she had been a little harsh on him. "Okay, look. You don't have to answer, but you're a virgin, aren't you?" Josh sort of looked at the floor. "I'm sorry," Stephanie apologized. "It's okay, little brother. We're about to change that, because you are about to get laid." Stephanie sat on the bed. "Come here. Come fuck your sister."

Josh climbed on the bed with Stephanie. She laid on her back and open her legs, inviting her brother inside her. "We don't have any condoms, so I'm trusting you to pull out," she said.

"No problem, sis."

Stephanie used two fingers and parted her pussy lips. Her brother slowly slid ten inches of hard cock in her. "Mmmmm," Stephanie moaned, deeply. Josh exhaled a sigh of pleasure at the same moment he felt his sister's pussy accept all of him. "Slowly pull back and forth," Stephanie instructed Josh. She pulled the cover over them, so she could keep her brother close to her. 

After a few moments, Josh found a rhythm. Not fast, not slow, but steady and satisfying. It took only a few minutes before he gave his sister her third orgasm of the night. With his hands planted firmly on the bed, Josh held himself up as he kept driving all of his cock deep inside his sister. Stephanie wrapped her legs around his back, attempting to keep Josh from going so deep. It was just enough pain, mixed with just enough pleasure, to keep her with satisfying orgasms. 

Josh began moving his hips faster. Stephanie helped guide him a small circular motion as he continued ramming all of himself inside her. Her loud moans turned into deep screams as her brother began fucking her harder than she had ever been. Sweat dripped from Josh's forehead as he worked harder to make his sister cum. He wanted her small trembles to turn into full body shaking. He realized, there was nothing more in the world that he wanted to do than to make his sister the happiest woman on the planet. He wanted to fulfill her sexual appetite. 

The door to the bungalow opened. "Josh," Helen called out. She turned the corner to see her son panting and covered in sweat.

Josh pulled the blanket up high, shielding Stephanie. "Mom!" he yelled. He stared at his frozen mother. 

"Oh my God, Josh, I am so sorry," his mother said, as she backed around the corner. 

A wave of fear rushed over Josh and Stephanie. They were not only busted, but they were busted by their own mother. Josh glanced at Stephanie, who was still under him. He was still inside her. He was on the edge of an orgasm himself when the door opened. 

"Have you seen your sister?" Helen asked, near the door. "She said she would be back in about an hour, but she's not back."

Josh couldn't believe his mother wanted to have a conversation with him as he lay balls deep in her daughter, his sister. Stephanie covered her mouth with a hand, holding back laughter. Josh was still in shock. So much so, that he couldn't speak. His sister saw humor in the situation and began slowly moving her hips. Josh tried to fight her, but there wasn't much he could do except jump up out of bed. Where he was, he kept his sister hidden. The fact that he was close to orgasm before his mother entered and the thrill of excitement, Josh felt the surge building below.




Family Ties



"No, Mom, I haven't seen her," Josh yelled. "Could you please go now?" He was becoming more furious than he was embarrassed.

"Of course, yes," Helen said. "I'm sorry. And I'm sorry to you to, young lady," Helen added before leaving.

"What the fuck was that?" Josh cried out, after his mother left. Stephanie let out a roar of laughter. "I'm serious. We were just caught." Josh sat up on his knees. "My mother just caught me fucking my sister," he thought aloud.

"She didn't catch you fucking your sister," Stephanie said. "She caught you fucking some young lady." Stephanie said, while laughing. "You need to finish, or you're going to get blue balls and what I hear, that shit hurts."

Josh couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Are you serious? You want to continue?"

"Yes, little brother, I do."

Josh took a moment to regain his composure and then leaned down to his sister. He slid back in her, hard. The sudden slam inside her, ceased the laughing. "You think that shit is funny," Josh said, "See how funny this is."

Josh angled up on one knee and lifted Stephanie's left leg in the air. He pushed himself as deep inside his sister as he could. Stephanie bit her bottom lip. She knew what was about to happen. Her brother was going to fuck her as hard has he could until he came. She just hoped it wouldn't take long. That was a lot of cock she couldn't handle for very long.

After about five minutes of ball slamming fucking, Josh announced, "I'm about to cum. What should I do?"

"Just pull it out and spray it," Stephanie said. "Spray your hot cum all over my stomach and tits."

Josh did as his sister told him. He pulled out of her and gave two or three strokes before his juices shot across her stomach. The second wave shot all the way up, barely missing her face before landing in her hair. The rest of his cum sprayed between her tits and on her stomach.

"Holy shit, Josh," Stephanie said. "That was a lot of cum and you even got the shit in my hair."

"I didn't know it was going to do that. It never shoots out like that when I jack off."

Stephanie used Josh's shirt and cleaned herself. As she stood, her knees weakened. "Damn, little brother, you fucked me good." Then the chuckles reappeared. "You should have seen the look on your face when mom walked in." Stephanie walked toward the bathroom. "Priceless, man. Fucking priceless."

Josh and Stephanie quickly showered together. Stephanie needed to get back to Helen before she came back again. They had no idea where Matthew went or when he would be back. Stephanie needed to get out of there before they were actually caught.

"Can I ask you something, Sis," Josh asked, apprehensively. 

"Sure," Stephanie replied. "Anything you want."

"Have you ever done that with Matthew?"

"What? Fuck Matthew?" Stephanie asked, in return. "No, Josh. Matthew and I don't have the same relationship that you and I do." Stephanie hurried getting dressed. She opened the door and then turned to Josh. "Good night, little brother. I love you." She kissed Josh on the lips and then hurried across the beach to her own bungalow.

Josh lay in the bed thinking about Stephanie. He thought about how that was the weirdest thing that ever happened in his life. He knew it was wrong. He knew incest was wrong. He also knew that any man in the world that would turn down his sister was a damn idiot. He lay there thinking about the previous hour or so when the door opened. In some weird way, he wished it was his sister coming back. But, it wasn't.

"Hey, Josh," Matthew said, as he walked in. "Don't tell me you sat there doing nothing all night."

Josh wasn't about to kiss and tell. Especially tell Matthew, or anyone for that matter who it was that he was kissing. "Where have you been?"

"I met this girl online and I just went and met her in person," Matthew said. "Plus, we just screwed for like an hour." Matthew started packing his clothes. "See. Josh, that's why you need to get out of this room. You need to go get laid.

Josh thought to himself, "If he only knew." Then he quickly wiped the smile from his face. He turned his attention back to his brother. "What are you doing? Why are you packing your stuff?"

"I'm not going back to North Carolina, little brother. I'm staying here," Matthew said. "This chick I met is wonderful, man, She's perfect. I already have a job lined up and everything."

"Whoah! What?" Josh exclaimed. "Mom is not going to let you just stay here. She's going to have a fucking fit."

"That's the best part, bro," Matthew said. "There is nothing she can do. I am twenty years old now. I packed all of my clothes and my personal stuff." Matthew paused at the door. "Tell mom I'll be by tomorrow to explain it all to her. Take care little bro."

Stephanie eased open the door. She tried to remain quiet, just in case Helen was asleep. She pushed the door shut and turned around. Helen sat in the chair, reading a book.

"You will not believe what I saw tonight," Helen said. 

"I can believe it, because I saw it too," Stephanie thought to herself. "What are you talking about?" is what she asked.

"Your brother having sex," Helen said, still surprised.

"Matthew has been having sex for years," Stephanie said, playing it off. "That's nothing new."

"Not Matthew, your little brother." Stephanie smiled, not at the idea of Josh having sex, but at the thought of Josh being aroused when she called him, little brother. "It's not funny, Stephanie," Helen said, interrupting her daughters thoughts.

"Well, mom, he is eighteen now," Stephanie said. "Eighteen year old's have sex. It's what they do. Like horny little rabbits." Stephanie laughed at her own joke.

"I know, Stephanie. But we have only been here less than one day. How well could he know this girl?"

"Maybe he knows her better than you think," Stephanie said.

"Do you know her," Helen asked.

Stephanie was saved from answering her mother when the door opened. Josh rushed inside. "Matthew said, he was staying here and he wasn't coming home at the end of the vacation," Josh announced.

"I know," Helen replied. "He and I already talked about it."

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The next morning, Josh was awaken by banging on the door. Startled, he jumped out of bed. He swung open the door to see Stephanie standing there with her luggage. She pushed past him and said, "I'm moving in." Josh smiled at the idea. Then Helen pushed past him too, with all of her luggage.

"What's going on?" Josh asked.

"Since Matthew moved out, I talked to the rental agency and they gave me a partial refund for one bungalow," Helen said. "I figured, well, it was actually Stephanie's idea, the three of us could just share one room. I hope you don't have a problem with that, Josh."

Josh couldn't answer before his mother claimed the other bed in the room. He watched as she unpacked her clothes and neatly put them in the drawers. I liked the first part of the plan much better, when just Stephanie was moving in.

"Stephanie and I can sleep here and you can still have your bed," Helen said. "There shouldn't be any problems. Just as long as you can get used to seeing your sister half naked, we'll get along just fine." "Half naked?" Josh thought quietly.

"Do y'all want to go down to the beach today," Stephanie asked. "We still have six days left here and I don't want to spend the entire time in bed," she eyed Josh, "Umm, I mean in this bungalow."

I didn't know if Stephanie was trying to get us caught or if the excitement of my mother being present turned her on, or if she was just trying to scare the hell out of me. As we walked down the beach, toward the ocean, my mother led the way. Stephanie began grabbing my ass as we walked. Then I had to fight her from grabbing my dick, which she successfully had a firm grip on once. 

"Here, let's set up here," Helen said. "This looks like a nice, private and peaceful area." Helen sat down her bag and then peeled off her shirt. It was the first time Josh had really taken notice of his mother's body. For a forty four year old woman, she still had a tight figure. Her filled out the skimpy bikini top. Her firm ass was a model for the bikini bottom. She visited the tanning bed a few times before we left home so she would at least look like she belonged in the sun.

Josh caught Stephanie out the corner of his. She stared at her brother as he stared at their mother. Stephanie knew right away that Josh was eying their mother's sexy body.

"Josh, would you be a dear and rub some of this lotion on my back?" Helen asked, without expecting him to refuse. Josh squirted a heavy amount of the oil into his hand and then began rubbing it onto his mother's back. He quickly finished when he found himself being aroused.

Stephanie dropped her shorts and then pulled off her t-shirt. "Race ya to the water, Josh!" Stephanie started running before Josh had a chance to react. He figured he had better do something before his mother saw the chubby forming in his shorts.

A few seconds later, Josh joined his sister in chest deep water. The waves were small enough that they could maintain their balance in the shallow water. Josh and Stephanie glanced at each other and the glanced toward the shore. Helen lay on her stomach, facing away from the ocean. Josh reached through the water until her found Stephanie's hand and then pulled her tight.

"What are you doing?" Stephanie asked, alarmed. "She's right there. She can see us."

Josh planted a kiss on his sister's lips. After a brief moment, he pulled away. "She's not even looking this way. Besides, I thought you like the idea of getting caught."

"Okay then," Stephanie said, flashing a teasing smile. "Lets play then. Give me your shorts."

Josh immediately regretted what he said. Then he had second thoughts. "Give me your top," he said.

Stephanie quickly untied her top and went one step further and slid off her bikini bottoms too. "Here, you can have both of them." She handed out to her brother's

Josh quickly snatched her bathing suit before their mother saw. He pulled off his shorts, but held onto them. He smiled at his sister and then ducked under the water. He swam around Stephanie, groping her. Josh ran his fingers between her legs and then up her back before reaching around and squeezing her tits. Stephanie felt blindly through the water until she grabbed his hard cock. Josh let go of her and resurfaced. But, Stephanie didn't let go. 

She started stroking her brother, getting him harder. They stayed as far apart as they could, but remained in arms length. They tried to be cautious just in case Helen would look their way. Before they realized it, they ignored the shore and were chest to chest. Josh was as hard as he was ever going to be. Stephanie wrapped her legs around her brother's waist and then hoisted herself on him. 

Josh slipped inside Stephanie. Josh maintained their balance as Stephanie began moving up and down on her brother's ten inch cock. In a matter of minutes, the entire world faded and they didn't care who saw them. They weren't stopping until they were both finished.

The excitement of being in the open water and their mother than fifty yards, Josh announced his climax in just ten minutes. Stephanie climbed off her brother and stroked him until he finished spurting his cum into the Atlantic Ocean. They were about to kiss when they heard their mother. The siblings quickly pulled apart and looked toward the shore. Helen was waving for them to join her.

Stephanie and Josh looked around for their clothes, but realized in the heat of the moment, the bathing suits slipped away.

"What in the hell do we do now?" Josh asked.

"We just walk on shore," Stephanie said, laughing. She left Josh alone as she swam toward shore.

Helen was boggled when her children walked across the beach completely naked. She was speechless. She couldn't help but notice how her children had developed into fully grown, attractive adults. Stephanie walked toward her mother as if she didn't have a care in the world. Josh tried his best at hiding his penis from his mother. But, Helen still got a few glimpses of her son's half erect penis. Helen remained silent as Stephanie took a seat on a towel. Josh joined them, but sat facing away from his mother.

Helen finally spoke. "Do I want to know what happen to y'alls clothes? Or is that something we shouldn't talk about?"

Oh, mom," Stephanie quickly replied "It's only bodies in their natural form."

"Whatever the fuck that means," Helen said. "Turn around here, Josh, so I can talk to you."

Josh slowly turned around and folded the towel so it would cover his crotch. He kept his focused everywhere except at his mother or his sister. Not starring at either of their beautiful tits made it especially difficult. 

"Would you feel better if I took off my clothes too?" Helen asked. She was just as surprised she said that as her children were.

"That would be awesome, mom," Stephanie said. "Then I can finally be naked around the house."

"If that's what you really want, then fine." Helen untied her top and let it fall to her lap. She placed it to the side and then slid off her bottom piece. She repositioned herself so her legs were straight out in front of her. Her feet were between her children. "Oh my God, I feel so free. The ocean breeze feels wonderful on my bare skin."

Josh and Stephanie looked at each other as if their mother was going insane. Stephanie blurted out laughing. Josh only laughed because his sister laughed.

"What's so funny?" Helen asked.

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with our mother?" Stephanie jokingly asked. "You're acting crazy."

"What? Helen said, puzzled. "I want to see what you're always raving about. Being naked is so great, you'd say. Well, Stephanie, it is great. So for now on, clothing is optional."

Josh still tried not to get caught staring at his mother or sister's beautiful bodies. He did steal a few glances, and apparently it was a few too many.

"It's okay, Josh baby," Helen said. "That's perfectly normal for a boy your age." Helen nodded down toward Josh's lap. "I didn't realize it was that big, but that's okay. We'll just get used to it, that's all."

************

Later that night, Josh sat in the corner, trying to hide is raging hard-on that he had since his mother stripped naked. He believed seven hours was the longest he had ever had an erection. He was doing everything in his power not to touch it as his sister and mother sat there in the same room watching television. He contemplated going to the bathroom and jerking off, but they would know if he did. Plus, in order to get to the bathroom, he'd have to walk past them. He had never been more horny in his life. He felt like just a few tugs on his dick and he could release the pressure.

Helen sat on the bed she claimed. She was stretched on top of the blanket. Her fully bare body for the world to see. Well, actually the only one who was looking was her son. A few times Helen caught her son staring a little too long. At first, she felt a little uncomfortable, but quickly got used to it; mainly by the fact she could see his full erection. A couple times, she couldn't tell who was looking at who first. She admitted to herself that her son did have a monster cock and she could just imagine what the girl from the night before had felt when he was pounding her. 

Stephanie laid on the opposite bed, her brother's bed, on top of the blanket too. However, she laid spread eagle, not trying to hide anything. Just was letting it all hang out for her brother to see. She secretly hoped he would even drool over it. When they had returned from the beach, she took a shower and gave herself a fresh shave. Everything was smooth as silk. She hoped her mother would fall asleep soon so she wouldn't have to move to the other bed.

Less than an hour later, Stephanie quietly got up, turned off the light and turned down the volume on the television. She peeled back the blanket and got back into bed. She motioned for her brother to join her. At first, Josh silently protested, but after Stephanie motioned that she would suck his cock, he quickly climbed into bed with her. His sister put a finger across her lips, signaling for him to be quiet so they wouldn't wake their mother in the opposite bed.

Josh laid down, under the blanket and got comfortable. He placed his hands above his head and studied his mother for movements as his sister slid down the bed. The moment his throbbing cock met Stephanie's warm mouth, he almost lost it. His sister slowly sucked him for a few minutes before she came out from under the blanket.

Stephanie peered at her mother, making sure she hadn't awaken. She knew Josh hadn't been paying attention. Stephanie laid on her side, facing her mother. She poked out her ass, inviting her brother to get in behind her. "Don't go fast and don't go deep," Stephanie whispered.

Josh spread apart his sister's perfect ass and slid his cock inside her. He put half of himself in her and then back out. He went in half way again. Josh leaned to his sister's ear, "Is that good?" Stephanie bit her lip and nodded.

Fortunately for the siblings, the mattress was firm and it was quite. Josh rocked his hips back and forth as he kept a firm grip on Stephanie's tit. He slid is other arm under her head and pulled her close to him. His chest was pressed firmly against her back. He didn't want to go anywhere, ever. 

Brother and sister lay there under the glow from the television, lost in each other. They had completely relaxed and were becoming one constant surge of electrical orgasms. They were so lost into each other that they didn't realize Helen had awoke.

At first Helen was shocked and mortified, but just as she began to speak, she heard her daughter whisper, "I love you." Helen bit her tongue. Helen knew what they were doing was incest. It was immoral and illegal back in the states. Then she thought to herself, who was she to stop two consenting adults from enjoying each other. Helen remained motionless on the bed as she watched her son and her daughter get lost in passion.

At one point, they must have got hot because Stephanie threw off the blanket. Helen laid there watching two beautiful bodies make love to each other. It had gotten hot for Helen too. She had slid her right hand between her legs. She used her index finger and slowly massaged her own clit as she watched Josh fill Stephanie with his huge cock. After a short moment, Helen found herself on the brink of an orgasm. She had past the point of stopping. She felt so guilty, but at the same time, she was so horny. Helen quickly climaxed and then she immediately climaxed again.

Helen froze and shut her eyes when she heard Josh mumble something. Helen peaked through one eye as she watched her daughter roll over, slid down the bed and take Josh's cock in her mouth. Helen watched in disbelief as Josh gripped the sheets. Stephanie had sucked off her brother. Not only did she allow Josh to blow in her mouth, she swallowed all of his juice. Helen watched as Josh's body fell limp. He looked down at Stephanie, smiled and lipped, "Thank you." Helen smiled too.

While Stephanie was in the bathroom, Helen acted as if she had just woke up. Josh laid in the other bed, pretending to be sleeping. Helen made sure Stephanie noticed her as she came from the bathroom. Helen slid over, giving her daughter room in the bed.

************

"It's so great to be home," Helen said, as she dropped her luggage near the front door.

"Yeah," Stephanie and Josh grumbled at the same time.

Helen knew they really didn't want to come home. Her children didn't want to end the fun they were having. She knew that she'd miss Matthew, but he was a grown man and could make his own choices. When Helen promised that they would come see him on holidays, Josh and Stephanie were especially excited. Helen thought that because they were back in North Carolina, her kids thought they had to stop their escapade. She would at least try to help them. 




Family Ties



"Leave your things by the door and follow me," Helen instructed. The siblings looked at each other and then followed their mother's orders. Helen opened the glass patio door and then continued out to the pool. She stopped at the edge of the water. Helen shimmied off her shorts and then her underwear. She peeled off her shirt and quickly unsnapped her bra. "Just because we're home, doesn't mean we have to wear clothes." Helen dove into the pool.

Helen motioned for her children to follow. Stephanie and Josh ripped off their clothes and then jumped into the pool. They swam a few laps, allowing the cool water to rush over their bare skin. They kept eye contact as they swam past each other. 

"What did you think of the vacation," Helen asked, as she sat on the edge of the pool. She let her feet dangle in water as she got her children's attention. "Did you enjoy the Bahama's?"

"Yeah, it was fun," Stephanie answered.

"What was your favorite part, Josh?" Helen asked. Josh shrugged his shoulders as if he wasn't sure how to answer that. "Well, let me ask you this, Josh. Do you love your sister?"

"Of course," Josh answered, as if it was a ridiculous question.

"No, I mean, do you really love her?" Helen pressed. The siblings felt they knew where their mother was going. "I know what was going on and--"

"Oh my God, mom!" Stephanie interrupted. "What do you mean, you know what's going on?" Stephanie locked her eyes onto Josh, whom was about to swim away.

"Josh, wait," Helen said. "Since the first night we all slept in the same bungalow. I woke up and saw the two of you." Helen put up a hand to silence her daughter. "The two of you are grown adults. You can make your own decisions. I just ask that you be careful, that's all."

"Whoa! Wait," Josh said. "You mean to tell me, that you are okay if I fuck my sister?"

Helen didn't speak, she just nodded.

"And I can suck my brother's cock when ever I want?" Stephanie asked.

"Alright now," Helen said. "That's a little too much information."

"So, if we make out in front of you. Right here and right now, you won't say anything," Stephanie asked. 

"No," Helen said. "Turn your lives into a twenty four hour a day fuck-fest. I don't care. Just don't get pregnant."

Later that night, Helen went to bed early. Stephanie sat in a chair facing her brother, who was lying on the sofa. They glared at each others naked bodies. They couldn't believe that their mother was okay with them dating each other and okay with them having sex. 

"I can't believe it, can you?" Josh said.

"It is kind of weird though," Stephanie said. "However, since she knows, we don't have to hide it any more. We can just fuck anywhere, anytime."

"Like right now?"

Stephanie smiled at her brother's idea. She crawled over to where her brother laid. She sat up on her knees and took Josh's cock in her hand. Stephanie slowly stroked her brother's cock in the family's living room. 

"I can't believe we are going to do this right here," Josh said. He moved one of his legs to allow his sister full access to his hard-on. 

After Stephanie got Josh fully hard, she eased up to wear he laid his head. She straddled his face and said, "Suck out my juices, little brother." Josh open his mouth and wrapped his lips around his sister's pussy and began sucking her whole pussy. He slipped his tongue inside of her just as she had an orgasm. He moaned in excitement as he began swallowing Stephanie's juices. Stephanie rode her brother's face has she came twice more.

Josh got situated on the sofa so he could eat his sister's pussy until she had enough. If she wanted him there all night, he would be. He began writing the alphabet with his tongue. Before he got to F, she had dripped cum in his mouth again.

Stephanie got up and pulled Josh by the hand. "Take me and fuck me in your bed," she demanded. Josh followed his sister up the stairs. 

At the top of the steps, Helen emerged from the bathroom. "Are you two going to bed now, as in sleep or do I need earplugs?" Helen said, laughing.

"You might need earplugs," Josh joked.

"Unless you want to join us," Stephanie said. Helen and Josh looked at Stephanie puzzled. "I'm serious," Stephanie continued. "You don't have to do anything you don't want. You can just watch if you want."

"Are you okay with this, Josh," Helen asked. Josh almost came at the thought of it.

Helen followed her children into Josh's bedroom. She took a seat on the corner of the bed as she watched Stephanie get comfortable on the bed. Helen gazed at her son's cock as it bounced up and down when he walked. 

"Come eat your sister's pussy some more, little brother," Stephanie said.

Josh got down on his knees and without hesitation, buried his face in between his sister's legs. At first, he was gentle and slow. Then as Stephanie started squirming, Josh began to lick his sister's pussy more vigorously. Before he knew it, he was eating her like a wild animal that hadn't had a meal in a week. 

Stephanie's cries of ecstasy and Josh's moan's and slurps made Helen extremely aroused. She slid back a little bit on the bed and began slowly messaging her clit. Before long, Helen had two fingers buried deep inside herself. She came at the same time as her daughter.

Stephanie sat up and pushed Josh's head away and into their mother's pussy. Josh never hesitated. He went straight in and began sucking his mother's juices from her fruit. She tasted different than his sister, but Josh still liked it. Stephanie traced her mother's curves with a fingertip until she got to Helen's tits. Stephanie traced her mother's nipples with her tongue. She playfully bit her nipples, causing pleasurable pain. 

"Bring us that cock, little brother," Stephanie said. "Bring it up here to us." Stephanie grabbed her brother's hard cock and kissed the tip of it. Then she placed it front of her mother and she kissed it too. Stephanie and Helen slowly kissed and licked Josh's cock. "Have you ever had one so hard, mom?"

"I can't say that I have," Helen replied. Helen took her son's cock deep in her mouth. She took all of her son's cock. Helen then slowly backed it out of her mouth. "That dear, is how you deep throat."

Stephanie laughed at her mother's joke and then took her brother in her mouth. She started sucking wildly. Twisting and pulling with both hands, all the while slurping and sucking the hardest cock she ever had.

"I want you to fuck mom first," Stephanie said. She motioned for Helen to get up on her knees. She held her brothers cock and guided him into her mother's wet pussy. Stephanie rubbed her mother and her brother as Josh eased inside his mother.

"Oh my God, it's fucking huge," Helen cried. "But, dear baby boy, don't stop." Helen released a deep, long growl as her son went deep inside her. "Oh yes, baby, fuck mommy!" Helen began moving in rhythm with her son. "Fuck mommy, baby, fuck mommy."

It was too much for Josh to handle. He was horny before it all started. He had been wanting his sister since they were done fucking last time. Then his mother wanted fucked too. Josh knew he was about to explode any second. "I'm about to cum," he announced.

"You can cum in mommy," Helen said.

"Are you sure?" Josh asked.

"I'm positive, baby." Helen said. "Give me your cum. Josh's muscled tightened as he released the first wave of juice. "Yes baby," Helen moaned. "Fill your mother's pussy with cum!"

************

As the next few weeks went by, the siblings took their mother's advice and turned their relationship into a twenty four hour a day fuck fest. The only times they weren't fucking is when they were sleeping and eating. Then again, sometimes they even brought fruit and cool whip into the action. They had sex in probably every square foot of the house, inside and out. 

Helen would join them sometimes. The only rule they had was that the siblings had to be involved, so there was never any one on one alone time between Helen and one of her children. Although, sometimes Stephanie would just watch her brother fuck their mother senseless without actually taking part. 

Sometimes, Josh and Stephanie would take weekend getaways just so they could get out of their town and play husband and wife like a normal couple. When they did venture into public together in their hometown, they had to be careful to not let anyone see them showing too much affection. One time, all three of them ventured to Myrtle Beach and pretended to be a threesome couple. Stephanie and Josh were married and Helen pretended to be their girlfriend. It made for some weird looks from strangers when they took turns kissing each other. 

As weeks turned into months and months turned into years, Stephanie and Josh realized they no longer cared what people thought. They bought wedding rings and although they couldn't legally marry, they wore the rings and introduced each other as husband and wife. If necessary, Helen would play the part of Stephanie's mother.

The three of them eventually moved out of North Carolina and currently reside in Southern California where they only wear clothes if venturing into town. They visit Matthew twice a year, where Josh and Stephanie can frolic nude on the beach, hand in hand and sneak away to have sex in the ocean.



Family Ties: A Cut Above



The sun slowly peered through the windows as the curtains softly rustled from the morning breeze blowing softly from the outside. Barbara laid beside me, her sweet naked form resting up against mine.

Barbara's soft, sweet, golden tan, slightly pudgy 5'9" 160 pound, 38DD-28-38 body was pressed up against my 5'11" muscular 175 pound body as she had her back to me and I had my arms wrapped around her body one had resting on her stomach and the other covering her newly shaven pussy.

As I laid there holding her, I reflected on the previous night, thinking about how stunning and ravishing she looked in her short black mini skirt and sexy top which revealed an ample amount of cleavage.

I also recalled how her hot body wriggled to the pumping volume of the music on the dance floor and that it beckoned to me as she bumped and grinded to the music and rubbed her hot body against mine as we moved together as one to the pulsating rhythms. 

Finally, I relived how her hot wet pussy gripped the sides of my cock as she rode me cowgirl style and that how when we were fucking missionary style, that her long luscious legs wrapped around me and pulled me in as her body moved under mine. 

As I reflected on all this things, I wondered how such a sweet and shy person on the outside could be such a sex crazed insatiable nymphomaniac on the inside and I thanked my lucky stars that she was my lover.

Barbara stirred softly as she turned towards me and rubbed her soft sweet body next to mine. I figured she was about to wake up and I softly kissed on the lips and said "Good morning love," to which she softly replied "Good morning darling." 

Barbara stirred some more and then opened her eyes and as I was lying on my back, she crawled on top of me so that her soft warm body was on top of mine. Her supple breasts were pressed against my bare chest and she had positioned herself so that her pussy had taken in my rock hard pulsating 8 inch cock.

"Mmmmm good morning you handsome devil you," Barbara purred like a contented kitten as she slowly began pumping my cock and planted a big long wet deep French kiss on me 

"You sure know how to make a woman feel alive," Barbara added. "This has been the best damned birthday I have had in a long time."

"I am glad I could make it special for you," I replied 

"Oh baby, you have done more than make it special," Barbara purred with delight. "You have made a self conscious middle aged woman feel sexy again and are the best damned nephew a woman could ever hope to have. Now it is my turn to thank you properly or last night so just lie back and let Aunt Barbara work her magic on you."

Barbara rode me slowly at first and then she built up speed. I just laid back and did what she said, enjoyed the ride.

Next Barbara pulled me up so that now I was up right and our bodies were pressed together. "Nurse me baby," she crooned lustfully as she held my head to her chest so I sucked on her tits as we continued to fuck.

I could feel her pussy grip the sides of my cock and milk it like 1000's of tiny velvety finger and I knew it wouldn't be long until I spewed my load forth. At the same time, I could feel Barbara's pussy quake and contract and knew that she was on the verge of coming as well.

It wouldn't be long until we would both cum in unison. I felt Barbara's juices begin to trickle over my cock then suddenly they were released like a mighty river as they covered my tool. This sent a signal to my brain telling my cock to release its load and I spunked my hot manhood deep into Barbara's pussy.

Barbara dismounted me and began licking the mixture of our juices from my cock. She would then spend the next 30 minutes sucking on my cock like a vacuum cleaner. 

During this time also she tit fucked me, wrapping those massive soft mams around my cock until I sprayed my load onto her buxom beauties and which afterwards she licked them clean with her tongue and what she couldn't get with her tongue she rubbed into her skin like some kind of lotion.

After our passionate morning sex session we showered got dressed and packed up the truck for a day at the river. We pulled our boat to our favorite spot where we spent most of the day just laying out, tanning, snacking on fried chicken and chips and drinking beer. Of course, we enjoyed good hot unbridled sex in the hot sun.

Well as you can probably tell, Barbara and I are much more than just simple lovers, we are related as well. If you didn't catch it in the story, she happens to be my aunt, my mother's sister. So how did I come to be shagging my very own blood relative, well venture with me as we turn back the clock to the beginning and watch as the story unfolds.

Looking back on it, it is not completely beyond reason that Aunt Barbara and I would become lovers, because we had always been close and shared a bond deeper than most could even understand. 

Aunt Barbara was somewhat older than me, in fact she was ten years my senior, born when my mother was in her last year of college and had just given birth to my older sister Sharon.

As most families do that are from a small town or who live out in the county, we all lived near each other. Mom's mother was married early and had had all of her first three children by the time she was 18. Aunt Barbara was unplanned and was born when my grand mother had just turned 40.

I came along ten years later after and Barbara took to me right off. She didn't get along too well with my sister Sharon seeing that Barbara was more of a tomb boy and Sharon was more of the Princess type.

When I was old enough to walk and talk, I took to Barbara right off and preferred to play with her. She considered me more of a little brother and playmate than a nephew and we shared secrets together that we would never share with any other.

As Barbara matured and came through puberty she blossomed early and was what you would consider "country." More sophisticated people would refer to her as a "redneck" or even somewhat trashy but it didn't bother me. For some reason I had always been attracted to that kind of girl so I guess unconsciously that made the attraction for Barbara even stronger.

Barbara had also had a history of struggling with her weight but by the time she was in her twenties she gave up fighting and gave into "the inevitable" as she put it and decided to be happy with who she was. As a result Barbara leveled out at around 155-160 pounds which for her bone structure was about 20-25 pounds over weight

Even Though she was overweight she carried it well and fluctuated in clothing sizes between about a 14-16 ladies clothes Her attractiveness in the face and her bubbly personality more than made up for her weight and soon she could have any man she wanted and did.

Barbara soon became known as the town tramp and by the time she was twenty five she decided she was having too much fun partying and too many responsibilities as a hairdresser to be tied down with kids so she decided to have her tubes tied.

By the time I began really noticing and taking an interest girls (by age 16) I had already developed a massive crush on Barbara who was now in her mid 20's, and she knew about my crush on her and found it flattering. However, instead of patronizing me and making light of it, she actually encouraged it and the times when she would be alone with me she would go out of her way to dress skimpy.

Her crush for me would take deeper roots because by this time, I had fully developed to my mature masculine form and now Barbara found me very attractive and sexually appealing but since I was still underage and for fear of my mom finding out, she tried to keep it toned down, at least while in public. 

Eventually, I would graduate from High school go off to college where I would study Business and accounting and after I received my MBA. Although I was several hundred miles away, the seeds of our lust would be taking root and Barbara would take ever step to keep them fertile.

In college she would write me and sometimes the letters would be saucy and risqué but never anything outright sexual although one could infer it.. She would also sometimes include pictures of her in skimpy outfits and lingerie. My roommate asked who it was in the photos and I told him she was a friend of the family to which he replied "Damn I wish I had a friend like that."

Meanwhile Mom and Dad had moved off with Grandmother to live closer to mom's bother Stanley. After graduation, I moved back home to take over Dad's old auto parts store and Barbara had taken over her mother's hair styling salon called "A Cut Above." 

When I arrived back home I called Barbara and told her I would like to come over and see her. "Sounds good sweetie," she said anxious to see me. 

I also told her that my hair had been looking pretty scraggily and wondered if she could do something with it. Barbara suggested that I come that Saturday afternoon after I closed up shop and she would give me "the special spa treatment " she referred to it as she had a devious giggle.

Saturday came and after closing locking up the shop at around 12:30 or so, I arrived at her house in the country a little before one in the afternoon. Barbara's hair salon was located adjacent to her house. In fact, it was a 900 square foot white wooden building which had been built on to the existing 3 bedroom 1,350 square foot white wood frame house and was separated from the house by a five foot closed in breezeway .

As I pulled up in my white auto parts pickup I saw Barbara's pickup sitting outside. As I was waiting to turn in to her gravel driveway, I saw a hot little blonde number wearing a black tank top and a white short skirt. She got into a red convertible mustang and drove by me and as she did she looked at me and gave me an approving smile and a wink 

I went to the front door rang the bell. As the door opened I there stood Barbara looking like she had just woken up and threw something on but still she looked more ravishing than I had remembered. 

Barbara's golden blonde hair which hadn't been combed came down to her shoulders and was full, and naturally curly(wavy). You could almost say Barbara had what was referred to in the late 1980's as "big hair." 

The outfit she was wearing if you could call it that was blatantly revealing and would definitely be considered trashy. The only thing she was wearing was a see through black mesh robe with fake fur on the bottom that came to just below her hips and looked as if it had been fastened by only one small button at her bust line.

From the looks of Barbara, it looked like she had just gotten out off bed and rushed to throw something on but it didn't matter to me how she was dressed. To be perfectly honest I kind of liked seeing her this way since it gave me an excuse to see her body.

"Dave sweetie," Barbara said in an energetic squeal as she hugged my neck and pulled me close to her as she planted a kiss on me. However, this was no ordinary "auntly" kiss, this was a hot steamy sensual kiss on the lips as she would rub her hot body against mine. 

The kiss that lasted for a good 30 or more seconds. As we kissed, Barbara removed any doubt about her feelings towards me. Her tongue began to probe my mouth and her hands found their way to my anatomy, one resting on the back of my butt and the other finding its way to the front of my tight jeans where she began running her hand over my crotch.

In response, my hands found their way to her waist and with her help slipped underneath her outfit and this is when I found out she wasn't wearing any panties and felt her newly shaven pussy.

"It's so good to see you.," Barbara said as she broke the kiss. "Come in, come in" she said taking me by the hand leading me to the couch as closed and locked the door behind her.

"Have a seat sweetie," Barbara said as she went to the kitchen. "Can I get you anything, some lemonade, coke, juice, milk or something."

"A coke would be great , thanks," I replied. 

Barbara came in with a cup of coffee for her and a glass of coke with the can she had poured it from for me and sat down on the couch right beside me with her legs up where I could easily get a glimpse of her pink pussy.

"So Dave honey, how was college life," Barbara said as she lit up a cigarette and took a long puff then handed it to me.

I took a puff and then told her college life was fun but I was glad to be back home.

"Did ya miss you ole aunt Barbara," she said with a naughty grin. "I bet ya forgot all about her while you were having fun chasing those cute little college girls around and scoring some nookie."

That was one thing I could say for Aunt Barbara, she didn't mix words. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind and had a reputation for having a trashy mouth. However, underneath that rough exterior was a true heart of gold, love and compassion.

"Actually I did miss ya Barbara," I said with a sigh. "It's true that there were a lot of hot little college chicks there and to be honest yeah I did score some nookie with them but that was mostly with one night stands."

"Hey nuttin wrong with that hun, Barbara proudly said. "You are talking to the queen of one night stands right here. Sometimes they are the best. At least you ain't gotta put up with their shit."

"Yeah tell me about it," I replied. "Most of the college chicks I came into contact with were uppity spoiled little rich girls who were so full of themselves that they wouldn't know a good man if he was dropped in their lap. To be honest with you, I rather spend time with a good ole down home backwoods country gal like yourself than those kind of girls I met in college."

"You really mean it," Barbara perked up with a smile. "You rather spend time with your ole aunt Barbara than some young college chick?"

"Hell yeah," I replied. "At least with you I know I am going to have a fun time and its not going to be gimmie, gimme, gimmie all the time or pouting when you don't get your way."

"Damned straight," Barbara said with a triumphant smile. "I may just be some simple back woods redneck gal, and may not be as rich as some of them preppy city girls but I have worked my fucking ass off to get what I have and I am damn fucking proud of it"

"And I am proud of you too," I added smiling at Barbara, and with that we hugged.

"So you about ready for that special spa treatment I promised ya sweetie," Barbara said changing the topic trying not to let me see her wipe here eyes.

"Yeah that would be great," I replied.

"Well come on hun, take my hand and follow me." 

Barbara led me from her house through the breezeway and into her salon. She then told me to have a seat at the sink while she slipped out of her outfit and put on her black plastic cosmetologist robe. However, instead of fastening it she just left it open so I could see her sweet naked body. 

"Lean back sweetie and let me wash your hair," Barbara said as she turned on the water. "Let me know if it gets too hot for ya."

Barbara washed my hair and as she did, she positioned herself in such a way that her sumptuous breasts hung over my mouth and even pressed against my lips. I wasn't exactly sure but I figured she wanted me to touch them in some way so I boldly put my lips of her nipples and softly kissed them.

To my surprise and pleasure Barbara didn't object and allowed me to suck on them and run my tongue around them while she washed and rinsed my hair and then sat me up and led me over to the chair where she would cut my hair.

"So how do ya want it sweetie," Barbara said with a smile.

"Just trim it up all around and make it not look so scruffy," I replied

Very well, Barbara said "Would you like me to use the clippers or shears," Barbara said and before I could answer she added with a naughty grin "The shears allow me to get much more up close and personal."

I didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out and I told her to use the shears.

"Mmmmmmm I was hoping you would say that" and she began to cut my hair.

Barbara would spend the next 15 minutes trimming my hair and she strategically positioned herself so I could feel her warm body next to mine. I deliberately put my hands down to the side of the chair and as she placed herself next to me I would stroke her leg, her butt and sometimes her pussy.

"Come sweetie, let me take you to the back for the spa treatment," Barbara said with a naughty grin. "Aunt Barbara is going to give you a massage you soon wont forget."

Barbara told me to strip then to lie down on the table on my stomach and she disrobed and crawled on the table and put her legs apart so that her pussy was resting against the small of my back.

Taking some coconut scented lotion she rubbed it on my back and it began to tingle like it had menthol in it. Barbara massaged my back and shoulder and around my neck and as she did she would lie on top of me and begin to nibble around my ears and whisper naughty sayings to me.

She moved her way down my back and then turned around and massaged my legs. I had never had a massage before but Barbara made it feel relaxing and stimulating at the same time. It was relaxing in the fact that my stress was going away yet it was stimulating in the fact that I was getting a serious hard-on.

After Barbara had finished rubbing my back side she told me to turn over and I did. Barbara would then lie on top of me and we embraced as we kissed. All pretense had gone out of the window and it was clear what her intensions were. 

As we kissed our bodies moved together and our limbs would intertwine. Her pussy would grind up against my cock and she took her hand and positioned my tool so it slipped inside her pussy. She then raised up and began fucking me cowgirl style.

"Oh god yes Dave honey," Barbara purred "you don't know how long I have fantasized about this moment. It feels even better than I could ever imagine."

I must say, Barbara's pussy felt better than I could have ever imagined. Many a night I had wanked myself silly to Barbara's pictures and longed for the time I would graduate and get to fuck her.

Barbara rode me long slow and intense and I put my hands on her hips to guide her motions. I could feel her pussy quiver and her juices trickle over my cock. That signaled my brain to tell my cock to swell with cum and spunk its load.

"Oh yes Barbara I'm cumming," I panted as I fought to hold it back.

"Gimme all of you baby," Barbara purred with delight. I wanna feel you hot manhood deep inside me."

I shot my monster load deep inside Barbara's pussy and she crooned with delight as my hot jism went deep into her womanhood.

"Lets continue this in my room sweetie," Barbara said taking me by the hand and led me into the house naked and back to her room.

She led me to the bathroom where we showered together an as we did we cleaned each other's private parts. We then dried off and Barbara led me to her king sized water bed. 

Lying on her back she invited me to have my way with her as she said "I am your private little slut to do with as you please."

I laid on top of Barbara and began to kiss my way all over her body. I ran my tongue around her nipples and up and down her cleavage. I kissed my way down her torso until I reached her pussy. I then nibbled and bit the inside of her thighs as I would give her a half-dollar sized cherry red hickey.

I would then dive into her eagerly awaiting pussy and I used my tongue like a little cock. Barbara would take my head and hold it there as she grabbed my hair and bucked her hips up to fuck my face.

Within a matter of minutes I would have her cumming flooding my face with her sweet nectar but she would beg for more and would want to get into hot and heavy 69 session with her on top as she would suck my cock.

I had had many a blow job by a drunken college girl but I was yet to get one of them to swallow. Barbara would suck on my cock until I exploded and then she drank down all my cum, not missing a drop.




Family Ties: A Cut Above



She would then mount me again and ride me cowgirl style but this time she would pull me up so that now we were embraced and rocking back and forth as we kissed. It was all I could do to keep from cumming I was so hot and horny and I spunked my load deep inside of her.

Barbara then turned over and let me lie on top of her. We took about a 15 minute break just kissing and caressing as our bodies rubbed together. This would allow me to regain my stamina and within a matter of minutes I was hard and ready to go again.

I slipped my cock inside Barbara's pussy and she wrapped her long luscious legs around my body. We fucked in this position as our souls became one. The world around us just faded away and soon we were aware of nothing but each other. The only sound was the sound of our heartbeats beating in unison.

Barbara and I fucked like a well oiled machine. I could feel her sugar walls grip the sides of my cock like 1000's of tiny satiny silk fingers stroking it. I knew it wouldn't be long until either of us would cum again. 

Deep inside I could feel my cock swell with cum and I could feel Barbara's pussy quiver and her juices begin to trickle over my cock. When I could hold back no longer I let go of my monster load deep inside Barbara's pussy. She responded by flooding my cock with her sweet sticky cream. 

We held each other as we came own from or orgasmic high and Barbara turned me over and began to lick the mixture of our juices from my cock and sucked on my cock until I was hard again. 

Taking my cock between her breasts Barbara would tit fuck me until I spunked my load all over her face chest lips and hair She would then massage it into her skin like a cream and licked it from her lips.

By now it was almost 4:30 P.M. and we were both famished so we showered dressed and went out for an early dinner at the new Italian restaurant that had just opened. After dinner we went for some drinks and dancing until 10ish and then came home where we would make hot sweet monkey love until the wee hours of the morning.

Barbara and I would spend all weekend making love and on Sunday her friend Nancy that I had seen leave when I came up dropped by and joined us for the rest of the night. She and Barbara would treat me to a hot lesbo show and then would get me down for a hot torrid 3-some.

Over time Barbara and I would grow more and more in love and on her birthday I would take her out for a night on the town and a hot sex session at home, which is where this story begins.

Never in my wildest dreams would I ever imagine being Barbara's lover but now I can't see myself being anything other but that. Since then, Nancy has become a regular part of our love nest and on weekends she and Barbara go at each other then turn their attention to me. I guess some guys are lucky and I thank my stars above that I am one of those lucky guys.



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First Time With Another Woman



She looked up at me and smiled “told you there was nothing up with you, did you like that?”

“God, it was fantastic, had much practice?” I quipped.

“A little” she replied laughing.

She got up and lay beside me, she kissed me on the lips, I could taste myself.

“What about you?” I asked.

“Don’t worry, I can do it myself”

“Can I watch you?” I asked

“You sure?”

“Positive” I replied.

I wanted to return some of the pleasure she had given me, but was too afraid to make a move; I was unsure what to do.

She kissed me deeply again, then lay back and started to stroke herself, one hand on her breasts the other between her legs. I raised myself up to watch, our bodies touched. 

I was desperate to touch her; I leaned over and stroke her skin, gently moving my fingers over her erect nipple. She grasped my hand.

“You don’t have to” she insisted.

“I want to” I replied truthfully.

She released my hand slid it down between us and squeezed it between my thighs. I opened my legs a little, her pinkie was resting against my pussy, not moving, I closed my legs, trapping her hand. I leant in to kiss her breasts, she groaned and closed her eyes. I was pleased with the reaction, so repeated it with a little more confidence. I thought if in doubt, I should try to start where she did with me. A soft kiss on the lips then lots of lingering wet kisses against the side of her face and neck. I carried on squeezing her nipple with my fingers, occasionally releasing it to stroke her breast and waft my hand down the side of her body. I was still a little unsure, but she seemed to be enjoying it, I touched her in the places I like to be touched. I kissed her breast and flicked my tongue against her nipple, her body twitched at my touch. I noticed her hand quicken against her pussy, she looked really on the edge. I sucked her nipple harder and moved my hand down over her stomach. I wasn’t sure exactly what to do, but I really wanted to help her cum. I stroked the back of her hand and the inside of her thighs. She moved her hand from her pussy and placed it on the back of mine. I lifted my mouth from her nipple to look into her face. Her eyes were open, staring into mine, all she said was.

“Please”.

I moved my hand onto her pussy, it felt lovely and soft, I was comfortable with the situation and wanted to please her. I inserted a finger and pressed up, just where I like to be touched. 

She closed her eyes and shuddered to an orgasm. I pressed against her until she relaxed, then started to remove my hand. She grabbed it and pushed it back quite firmly, I didn’t mind, it’s just that, I had only managed one orgasm at a time and that was difficult enough so assumed, everyone else was the same. I slid my finger up to touch her clit, she came again straight away. I was enjoying the control, it was very erotic. I opened my legs slightly and pushed my pussy against her hand, lifted my hand to my mouth and wet the tips of my fingers and placed them back against her clit. She came a further three times before grasping my hand to move it away.

“I’m too sensitive” she gasped “please stop, you have a lovely touch, it was fantastic, thanks” she was still breathing heavily.

I was very flattered and pleased, also the touch of her hand had excited me again I pushed against her. Sensing my arousal she sat up and pushed me back on the bed.

“Let me watch you, show me what you do” she asked.

I opened my legs and reached down with both hands, I stroked my clit with two fingers of my left hand and inserted the first two fingers of my right hand inside me. I used my third finger of the right hand to stroke the sensitive spot above my anus. Before this evening, this would have been intensely embarrassing to me; I had never even discussed this with my closest friends. I had found that covering all these sensitive spots at once usually got me off. I touched myself like this for many minutes, right on the edge but not quite there, it was torture. 

“Can you not come?” she whispered softly into my ear.

I shook my head. She moved away briefly, leaning over to her bedside cabinet pulling something from the drawer. She leaned back towards me; in her hand she had a small 4” vibrator. She looked at me and smiled. “I never leave home without it,” she told me.

She twisted it to start it, reached down and placed at the entrance to my sex. I moved my hand away and allowed her to push it into me. It was very powerful; I had never experienced anything like this before. She let go and put my hand against it, she wanted to watch me do it. 

I held it between my thumb and forefinger of my right hand, the base of my thumb rested against my clit making my hand vibrate against my most sensitive place. I gripped her leg with my left hand, squeezing it tightly as I exploded into the strongest orgasm I had experienced during my short sex life. I held the toy there and came again before the previous sensations had subsided. Another first for me.

I was completely spent; Helen pulled the vibrator out, switched it off and placed it on the cabinet. She kissed me on the lips and pulled the covers over me. I don’t think she got in with me; I must have drifted off to sleep straight away.

I awoke the following morning, stretched lazily. I sat up in bed and looked around, I appeared to be alone, the balcony doors were open but the curtains closed. It began to dawn on me what I had done, what if we had been seen or heard. 

If anyone else had been there they would have seen me flush with embarrassment at the thought. On the bedside cabinet there was a note with my name on it resting on a small red box. I picked up the note and opened it.

“Anne, thank you for a wonderful night, it will be our secret, you will always be very special to me. Love and kisses Helen,

P.s left you a little something”.

I opened the box, inside was the little vibrator and another note.

“Never leave home without it!

Love H xxx



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He entered the room with me by His side, kneeling, head by His thigh. He patted my head lightly and turned on the lights.

"This is our playroom, although, as I told you before, I still want to have normal sex with you." He said, looking around the room. "Shall we get started?"

I nodded yes.

"No, kitten, this is not how you answer your Master correctly, try again." He said, sternly.

"Yes, Master." I whispered.

"Good, now, I want you to go over there to that sling and open your legs, grab your ankles and wait for me to give you more instructions." He pointed towards the right corner of the room.

The room was filled with gadgets I had never seen before, some of them I knew were dildos, but some I had no idea what their functions were.

I crawled slowly to the sling and got up. Bending over I grabbed my ankles as I opened my legs. I waited for my next instructions.

"Wider." He kicked my left leg so that I opened myself wider.

I felt very vulnerable to Him, my heart was pounding and I was starting to sweat. He traced His finger along the inner of my thighs and kissed my pussy once.

"I glad you're nice and smooth as always." He tapped on my pussy and spread my ass cheeks. "You know I've always loved your body so much. You may now kneel on the floor."

I slowly straightened my back, turned around, and kneeled on the floor. "Now, you know what to do." He smiled lightly at me. I reached my hands towards His jeans and before my fingers touched His belt, He slapped them away. "No, pet, not like this. You have to ask nicely for my permission first." He growled.

I've never seen this side of Brad before. Yes, He was dominant and controlling, but He never hit me before. I stared at Him, confused, then remembered that we were roleplaying.

"Master, may I please, Sir?" I looked down onto the ground.

"May you please what, pet?" He lifted my head up so we were staring into each other's eyes.

"May I..." I tried to look away, but He held His gaze. "Please, may I suck on Master?"

"Suck on what, my finger?" He shoved His left index finger into my mouth and I sucked. He pulled it out.

"Master, please." I felt myself blushing. He knew what I wanted to do, He told me to do it. But He wants me to be embarrassed and tell Him. He wants to tease me like He did before. "Please may I have Master's cock?"

"Good girl. Yes you may." He rewarded me with a pat on the head.

It felt really strange. It felt like I was a little girl, His little girl. To be rewarded with a pat on the head by an adult man, I've never tried it before, but somehow, His hand felt warmer than usual. Somehow, my heart skipped a beat when He touched me. I reached for His belt and slipped it out, folding it neatly and unsure of what to do with it, I looked up to Him.

"Give it to me, little one." He held His hand out. I placed the belt into His hand.

"Uh uh." He tutted me. "This is not how you treat your Master. Give me more respect." I thought about it for a second. I bowed my head low to look at His feet and gave Him the belt with two hands like I would if I gave someone a present. "Thank you." He said. "Continue."

I slid off His button and slowly unzipped. His boxers was tenting out. I grabbed onto the sides of His jeans and pulled them down. He stepped out and I folded them, placing them by the wall. I could feel myself wetting as I pulled on His boxers and freed His hard, long cock.

"Kiss me first." He ordered. I stood up and gave Him a gentle kiss on the neck as I wasn't tall enough. He smiled and kissed me on the forehead. Our bodies grazed against each other and His cock came in contact with my pussy. "Dirty girl, getting so excited already? Wait till I show you what I have in mind."

I dropped down to my knees again and licked the tip of His cock. Slowly, I kissed the head and took it in my mouth. He intertwined His fingers with my hair and shoved me forward. I tried to relax my throat as much as I could so that I could contain Master's cock. He yanked my hair so that His cock nearly came out of my mouth, then He forced it back in nearly to the hilt. I felt my gag reflex kick in and I coughed. Master took His cock out and petted me on the head.

"I know you don't like blow jobs, little one, but I do, and I want to make you like them as well. I want to make them pleasurable for you. But don't forget, your first priority is my pleasure, you are to get pleasure from my pleasure as a bonus." He spoke softly to comfort me.

"Yes, Sir." I thanked Him silently.

"We will work on those blow jobs later, they are not your first needs. I know that you tend to cum very easily and you don't know to hold them in." He led me to a wall with chains and took out a black dildo. "Mm, nice and wet. You're a dirty slut, aren't you? Huh? Tell me, are you?" He teased.

"Sir, I am a dirty slut, I am your dirty slut." I said quietly.

He frowned at me and laughed "Couldn't hear you, stop mouthing and say it properly."

"I am your dirty slut, Sir, I belong to you." I said louder.

"Good. You are." He teased my pussy with the tip of the dildo. "Beg me. Beg me for what you want."

"Master, please, please let kitten have the dildo in her pussy, Sir." I pleaded. I needed Him to fuck me. I felt the fire burning. 

"A dildo?" He laughed. "No, kitten, this is a vibrator." He thrusted into my pussy hard, I yelped. He turned on the vibrator. "You are not allowed to cum unless I tell you, and you are to beg for it before. If you cum without my permission, trust me, I will make you regret it."

"Yes Sir." I quivered. He took it out and held it to my clit. I tried to hold in by thinking of something else. Anything else. Anything other than the sensation in my pussy. My thighs were shaking and the juices were flowing freely. I bit onto my bottom lip as I felt dizzy from the pleasure. Master licked my right nipple and at that moment, I exploded. I arched my back and moaned and screamed. I had a forbidden orgasm.

Master held me until I was completely still. After the intense orgasm, I started to cry. I started to cry because I had disappointed Him.



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Fucking Buddies



I licked a nab of bitter chocolate off my finger and felt dimples appear as I grinned tipsily to myself, a brilliant day had turned into a raucous and energetic night. 

One of my favourite friends was visiting and we'd spent the afternoon catching up in the sunshine in a pub garden that was so pretty it felt wrong to call it a beer garden. She's been living abroad and it was so overwhelming to see each other again that we'd been spontaneously hugged and grabbing each other when we spoke. Even when the excitement calmed some the warmth stayed, playfully tickling each other with bits of grass and idly stoking the others wrist keeping contact as we rushed through stories and giggled helplessly at each others adventures. We burnished nicely that afternoon as we lolled arms thrown over our heads to save us from squinting, moving restlessly to catch breezes through slits in our light skirts, avoiding tan lines, shifting straps down our shoulders, moving to catch rays down another shadow, another angle. We nodded to each other to point out nice looking lads passing by, but I was content enough to let my gaze rest back on her, taking in the fact she was back. More tanned than me from her travels, I realised my sun-induced frown was relaxed because my eyes were half closed and absorbing lower down her body. She had her shirt shucked up high on her ribs, and the light was diffusing a beautiful pattern of blond down on her small tummy, and my eyes had been tracing the shade of the soft dip between her belly and hip bones and my fingers were tingling. I caught her eye, then sat up and looked away. She pinged my thigh with a finger and instructed "Rosie, get me another drink if you're going".

Charlie and I had known each other going on 7 years, I had met her as she had been the school romance of my first ever boyfriend, and had gone out with us her first Easter back from uni. We'd had a messy, fun, fucked up social circle but somehow what had been drunken bonding over indie music and stoned visits to her student lifestyle had endured. 

Charlie is attractive, slightly tall, slender, but geeky body language like a marionette doll, an unusual face, beautiful rather than pretty, polish nose, with soulful thick lashed brown eyes. The pleasure of looking at her wasn't what brought me short, then. We had slept together once, as teenagers, after getting very turned on watching lesbian porn for it's novelty. It had been pleasant, but decidedly inexperienced. But she had had a supposedly open relationship at uni at the time, and as it upset him it didn't get repeated. I had never nursed an infatuation for her, I loved them together with their hippy arty ways and it wouldn't have occurred to me to be a threat to that. Charlie had originally gone travelling with him but they'd burnt out on each other while she made a career teaching English and he worked minimum hours and continued down the experimental drug-taking path that she had bored of the thrill of. 

The surprise for me now then, was rather the desire for her, not abstract comfortable appreciation, but the bold image and confident moves playing through my head. I had felt she would catch the fire in my eyes, so had gone for the cranberry and vodka for me, and shandy for her, but with visions playing even more vividly in my head as I entered the contrasted dim inside of the pub.

Charlies return was an occasion to catch up with the boys, now in other relationships, settled, and often tierd from work and unavailable. Our first boyfriend was now with a woman who organised him, and was happy letting him know what she wanted, which had been completely inexplicable when it happened, but somehow I told myself it freed Lee to be happier than he had ever been before, and he deserved to have someone choose just him. Lee is a big blond bear of a man, getting finer with age, more defined in the face, more ruddy and stubbly, less soft round of cheek and cute. Our other mate was Ralf, a lanky intelligent bastard, with a face as long and thin as him, and the most attractive wry smile. Charlie had briefly dated him after meeting him at a music festival before she went to uni, but his reticence and need for privacy never managed to mellow with her demanding high-maintenance dramatics. 

I had loved Ralf for Ralf, as there is no other way to take him, and took much time to get to know, but we had never committed to anything that would be acknowledged in the light of sobriety, and before I realised the chance had passed he had started dating a pip-squeak of a girl who hung onto him for 3 years at this point. 

Charlie and I had a girly early evening. I'm a hairdresser and straightened her hair while she giggled about our grooming each other and in return chose my outfit. We changed in front of each other as natural as the human body. I feel I can look terribly plain, but Charlie had chosen a simple top and skirt that revealed by creamy expanse of cleavage and tiny waist, and I loved the way I looked as I fastened the strap of my sandals and stood up in front of the mirror and swished my skirt dipping in a little boogie. She came up behind me and hugged me, smoothing her hands over my hips, then holding my gaze in the mirror and kissing my neck briefly as she let her hands link together briefly patting against my pubic mound before smiling and stepping back. I turned round and kissed her then. We didn't need to say anything, but it was too long to be just affection.

Ready, we headed for Ralfs house. We arrived to find him and Lee getting food ready together, and objecting to our accusations that they were meant for each other, pointing at their beers as making it manly. We settled at the table with wine, later the evening disintegrated into card games and enthusiastic interruptions as we talked nonsense. Ralf dug out an old mix tape we had all sat and made together back in the day. As we quietened down to listen he decided to tell us his girlfriends absence from the evening was actually a permanent event. He left it at it hadn't been working, and although he wanted marriage realised it wasn't her he wanted it with. We drank to being flawed and ridiculous and not minding life being like that, so we can live with ourselves. I felt sad for him.

He hid his face in my shoulder for a bit after this revelation, before Lee got him dancing in the middle of the living room. Charlie was being gauche and graceful altogether with wine glass in hand with Ralfs hand linked in hers. Lee is terribly unsubtle when he's trying to pull, and some songs in I recognised him directing his dancing at me as I stomped and shouted to the song, and leapt around like a loon. I was incredibly put out that he would dare as just before he was chased and snared by his girlfriend, he had said we should have never split up and asked if we could get back together. So it hurt. It was my loss that I hesitated at that time. I said when I drunkenly stopped the reunion kissing with Lee that it was for the sake of our friendship, but truth be known it was when myself and Ralf were doing our bizarre dating and dancing round each other and I had been truly torn. Obviously I had ended up with neither, and I suspect they had discussed me with each other, which is fair enough. 

Ralf I never had any claim over, but Lee I have had to swallow my jealousy, and I resented him with no gesture of meaning doing something to reignite that within me every year or so, and since then it burnt away any illusions I had about him. The lust remained still, powerful even though my disillusion with him, and now in Ralfs living room I turned a bit cruel, dancing in the sitting room, challenging him to come closer, my mouth remaining out of reach. If he will want to use me for ego I will enjoy the same power.

I turned back to the table, and dipped my finger in the chocolate sauce that had been with the pear and strawberry desert. I sucked my finger and smiled to myself. Lee swang me round hands firm on my waist, deliberately taking my finger and placing it in his own mouth. I always thought such seduction was contrived but his mouth made my digit throb feeling it was part of him. He placed me up against him and we travelled back into the room against each other. Charlie and Ralf had been watching this and Ralf began unbuttoning his shirt until there was just one button in the centre, and he looked like a debauched scally lad in a club, thin but rippling, and horny. 

Lee caressed the undersides of my swelling breasts and I felt Charlie take my wrists and hold them above my head as she glanced her hard nipples against my back. I could feel her moving and knew she was pressing her backside into Ralfs hard on. I closed my eyes as Lee kissed me, first playfully then harder, both of our mouths tense, pulling at each others lips, sucking on the lower, a little bite, then a soft kiss to the upper, then soft mouths, then tounges sliding against nerve endings. I'd forgotten how wet a kisser he could be, but it worked with him, my arms were down wrapped around his neck now, pulling him closer, then against his face, to look at his gorgeous face for a moment, before meeting each other again. 

He moved to kiss my neck as I pushed him t-shirt up his back and gloried in his body. Charlie had been turned back to back to me when she leased my arms, we were back to back braced in passion, and I ran one hand behind me, felt her smooth thigh, her trousers were off. Things blurred as I undid Lee's trousers, I felt Lees mouth leave my neck and meet someone elses mouth over my shoulder, his stubble drawing gasps from me. I love my neck being kissed, it drives me wild. 

Hands behind me started pulling my top up, I was guided to Ralf who whipped it over my head and lowered himself to my breasts, I looked at the top of his head, his skull moving worshipfully to a nub popped out of the top of my bra. Charlie kissed me then as Ralf got on his knees before me and Lee finished undressing, I undid her bra, lifting a small breast with rock-hard centre pressed into my palm. Ralf had undone my skirt and it was puddled round my feet as he teased his hands across my bum crack, my legs pressed together by my half down knickers, Charlie clasped my plump front lips through the fabric while Lee stood behind me and pulled down the sides, the pressure was wonderful and my knees started to buckle some. I knelt down and pushed Ralf down in front of me, shucking his trousers down and kissing him then taking his penis in my mouth. It was steady and the skin was tender and he tasted wonderful and of man, Charlie joined my mouth and then smoothed a condom over it. 

My senses were overwhelmed as she put her pussy to his dick, I nuzzled and licked them at their join and felt her first shiver as I pulled at her labia with my mouth. Lee had been holding my breasts in his hands and rubbing himself against me as he watched and now I felt his cock demanding at my swollen cunt, I was clenching tight in excitement but so lubed I almost came as he pressed in. I cried out a little and he heard and stopped right in me, I felt full as fuck and arched harder against him and bent back to kiss him. 

He lifted me so we were over Ralfs legs and I was pressed against Charlies back. I reached to rubbed her all over, her flanks, her tits, and front and centre, her clit was so slippery it moved from under my fingers within its hood. I know she doesn't like hard, or frantic on her clit, it's too sensitive and it hurts her, I found a pressure slapping the front of her monis lightly and tugged on her pubic hair a little then got a rhythm grasping her thighs with the thumb of each hand stoking the sides of her little clit down and down and down, lips peeled open for Ralf to watch. 

Lee was kissing my neck and thrusting joyfully as I lost all meaning in myself and tensed into Charlies shoulder holding Ralfs gaze through sex-addled eyes and cumming like a bucking animal around Lees thick shaft. I was spent and sensitive and felt delightfully whorish as I rested my eyes and curled up tight, forehead leant between Charlies humping shoulder blades and vibrated my already shaking finger just against the top skin surface of her clit and held her boobs together in the other hand feeling Ralf pinch the nipples I had balconied over the top of my hand as they came too, and Lee slapped and held my butt cheeks apart making vicious hand prints and grunted at his own end.

These are my friends. These are my favourite people in the whole world. 



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Gangbang: Train Full of Dicks



I stared at my exposed tit, and felt a rush of nerves get me.

As I contemplated making a run for the exit, the guys around me circled around what little space we had in the train.

I grabbed the broken piece of my red dress and pulled it back up trying to cover up my right tit, but the guy sitting next to me was keeping me by playing with my nipple.

"Um...listen..." I said as I looked for words to say to him with a devilish grin on my face.

"Will, My name is Will, sweet sexy foxy baby," he said to me as he looked into my eyes flirting with me. His black, dark skin shined a bit from the one strong light bulb right above us. He kept his other hand on my lap, as he smiled at me.

I looked at him, and wondered if what everyone said about Black guys having horse sized cocks was even remotely possible.

"Yeah...Will, I'm going to need to cover that up," I said to him as I slapped his hand away and covered up my exposed tit.

I got up, looked around me and saw how these gang of thugs seemed to try and intimidate me. To try and make me fear a total rape scene, since we were all alone in the train. 

I actually kind of liked it. The thought of being forcefully fucked made me a bit hot. For some reason, I loved the idea of being forced fucked. I don't know why, but it just turns me on for some reason. I still stared at the exit to the next train cart.

"I should head into the next cart..." I trailed off as I spoke and slowly walked for the exit.

"Nah...don't do that," Will said to me.

"No...I should, it's a little...crowded in here," I said back as i slowly made my way through these strong bodies.

As I walked the began to follow me, I could feel their presence behind me...as if I was being hunted like some piece of meat. I got a bit nervous and started to run, and had to let go of my ripped top...leaving my tit exposed again.

As I ran, my fake DD tits bounced like crazy, and my exposed tit moved up and down as my arm slapped at it as I ran for the exit to the next cart.

I could feel them all running behind me, as I could see the exit in front of me, I was about to make it through the exit into the next train cart.

Of course, as I did so...I began to wonder what would happen if I did make it. I mean, I'm really a guy...but I'm really the size of an actual woman, so I didn't have the strength to hold the cart door. Not to mention the fact that I had already taken 4 different cocks in less than half an hour, I was too exhausted to even try and do such a thing.

I still ran.

As I was about to make it to the exit, I felt a strong pair of hands grab me from behind and pull me back. I was picked up and held up in the air and slammed onto the wall of the train.

I guess it was more than obvious that I liked to be handled rough, because it seemed as if everyone treated me like so.

I was several inches high from the floor of the train, and I could see the group of guys surround me as the biggest of the group kept me held up. They were mostly black men in the group, about 2 were Latino and one looked white.

I squirmed a bit, trying to see if this enormous black man holding me still like a rock would budge. But, it was no use.

"Listen, I don't know what you guys think your doing...but it's wrong," I pleaded.

Will, who seemed to be the leader of the group, walked towards me. He tapped the big gorilla holding me up, and as if following orders he set me down on the seat beneath me.

"We're just playing around sweet honey," he said to me...still being flirtatious with his choice of words. I could tell from his voice, his eyes, that he wanted to fuck me.

"What do you want from me? Money?" I asked stupidly knowing it wasn't money they were after. My long blond hair was a bit messy, as it went down my face cover the sides of my face. My right tit was still exposed as well, as my legs were a bit crossed with one of my shoes off.

"No...not money," Will said as he stood right in front of me. 

"Something...more..." he trailed off as he stared at my large fake tits.

"Something...more...?" I repeated as my green eyes looked down at his bulging member poking from his blue baggy jeans.

Will got close to me, while still standing above me with my legs between his.

He bent over and said to me with a grin, "How 'bout a kiss?"

My eyes lit up, wondering if that was really what he wanted. Wondering if he really thought I was that slutty a bitch to just kiss a stranger I had just met on the train.

"A kiss? Only a kiss?" I said to him a bit thrown off still.

"Yeah." he said as he looked into my green eyes, playing with my exposed tit's nipple.

"I dunno," I said as I looked around a bit nervously. My eyes wandered a bit, as I could see a few of the guys watching on with their hands down their pants.

"Or...I could probably make you give me something more," Will said to me pointing out his gang. Pointing out he could probably rape me with his gang if he wanted to do so.

I quickly felt the same sense of fear I had when Ben, Barry's father, came on to me. Fear that while fucking me, he would discover my...surprise.

Will kept his face close to mine, with a grin.

I looked at him, with my huge thick devil red lips watering a bit, and thought to myself it might be enough to get out of this jam. 

I simply thought to myself, "What the fuck, why not?"

I jumped at him, now standing, and grabbed hold of his face and kissed him deeply. 

He closed his eyes, and grabbed my exposed tit as his other hand went down my back and down to my enormous ass. As his hand went down to my ass, he pushed by back into it and I could feel him poking my stomach. 

My hands were wrapped around his lower body, as one hand crept near his crotch. Our heads turned as our tongues and saliva met. Will's hand went down my ass and down to my leg, as he forcefully picked it up and wrapped my long leg around his ass as he thrust himself upon me. 

"Unnng..." I quietly moaned as I could feel his hardening cock poke my stomach, and it felt huge.

His gang really were left jaw dropped by what had just happened, as I pulled away. I had his saliva dripping down my mouth with now both tits exposed. I was a bit dizzy from the strong kiss I had just experienced, looking down trying to control myself.

"There, you got the kiss you wanted...now let me get outta here," I said to Will, refusing to make eye contact with him.

"No...you got the kiss you wanted," he said to me.

I looked at him puzzled.

Will then undid his belt, and his baggy jeans dropped to the floor exposing his enormously huge cock. His cock was long, thick, throbbing with pre-cum and was like a black piece of meat. His cock was fucking huge. 

My mouth watered as I stared at it. It was obvious with my gaze that I wanted that monster deep inside of me.

"I wanted, AND still want another kind of kiss...Erica," he said to me as he jerked his huge cock around.

I was so fucking horny right now, but was too afraid to go along with it. Afraid that they would get angry once they found out my secret.

"I...I...I'm sorry," I looked down as I tried making my way out. 

"I can't do this, I better get out of here," I pleaded.

Will grabbed my arm and pulled me back, right on top of his cock.

"Oh...FUCK," I yelled as I had his cock slap on my thigh.

"What are you afraid of? We know you want it, it's so fucking obvious you want this shit," he said to me. "So, what's the problem baby?"

I looked down, and suddenly found myself confessing to a gang of horny cocks all alone on a train.

"I'm...I'm not really a woman," I said scared.

Will looked at me and said, "what?!"

"I'm sorry...I never meant to lead you on...or lead on any of you guys...it's just been a very long day and I think it's best if I just..." as I tried to finish I was picked up and slammed hard against to wall of the train again.

"Ahh..." I yelled as I could feel the sting on my back. The big black man had once again thrown me and held me up on the wall. This time he held my wrists still on the wall as Will got in front of me.

"So...you ain't a real woman?" Will asked me.

"No..." I looked down ashamed.

Will pulled up my red dress and exposed my black lace thong. There was a small bulge that everyone of those 7 guys there easily noticed. Will pulled the thong to the side and my cock was exposed as my legs were crossed very fem-like.

Will looked at my cock, and looked me in the eyes.

"Hey, Tiny," Will called to one of his guys. 

"Come show Erica what we do to his...her...it's kind around here."

One of the guys stepped up, bent down on his knees...grabbed my cock...and began to suck it.

"Ooooohhhhhhhh..." I began to moan as Tiny sucked my cock. All the rest began to take off their clothes.

"MmmmmmNnnnn..." I continued to moan as I kept my eyes closed and thrust a bit into Tiny's mouth. 

The big guy let go of my hands, and I reached down and began to force Tiny's head onto my cock. I started to pound into his mouth, and moaned with pleasure.

"MMnnnnnnn, God no wonder they call you Tiny...you've got such a tight and tiny mouth..," I said as I fucked his mouth with my tits exposed and my red dress hiked up.

As I was about to climax, I was pulled away into the crowd of naked horny guys in the train. My head was forced down, and I got on my knees. I had all different sized cocks pointing at my face.

I was in Gangbang heaven.

I started to suck on one cock, licking the tip...then sucking down on it whole. I kept both my hands busy by jerking off a pair of cocks. I had my head shoved into cocksucking...as I pulled away, another pair of hands pulled me towards another cock. I began to thrust hard into the cock, determined to make him shoot a cum load early. 

I got my wish as he exploded into my face. Once I had finished off one cock, another was literally shoved into my mouth.

I continued to jerk off a pair of cocks, but the rest grew impatient and got closer to me as they all stood high above me. I could feel some cock being slapped on the back of my head, as well has 2 dicks using my shoulder as a jerking helper.

"Shit, this bitch knows how to suck cock," said one man as he kept his hand on my head with my mouth moving up and down his shaft.

"Tell me about it, tight thick lips too...it's like having that sexy bitch Angelina Jolie suck your cock."

I loved the comments, especially the comment about how my lips looked like Angelina Jolie's, all of which made me throb down even harder on the cock in my mouth. Cum escaped my mouth, and began to spew everywhere as I slammed my throat hard onto a dick.

I continued to shove cock into my mouth, as I felt another dick explode in my mouth, this time he held my skull hard and I could barely breath as I was being choked by his cum load dripping into my throat. My face turned red as I closed my eyes, with his strong hands keeping my entire throat wrapped around his cock, and I really couldn't breathe.

As he pulled out, I began to cough hard and spill cum out of my mouth. My cheeks turned red from the hard face fucking I was receiving.

"Holy fucking shit...God, this is a lot of cum," I yelled as I coughed cum out my mouth.

I felt another guy moan in extacy as I felt a cum load hit the top of my head. 

I was then pulled forcefully onto another cock, but I could feel another guy get jealous of the attention I was giving his friend beside him. 

I felt my hair get pulled and a second cock got shoved into my mouth. I was now sucking down on 2 cocks at once, as I jerked off 2 other cocks, with another cock using my long blonde hair wrapped around his hand as he jerked off, with 2 others slapping my cum covered back. 

All of a sudden, I could feel another guy grow impatient and feel his huge hands grab my head and shove his cock into my already full mouth.

I now had 3 cocks going in and out of my outstretched mouth. I was starting to choke and cough on the cocks as I could feel it was too much for me to handle. I pulled out, and felt the cum hit my face hard. I closed my eyes as a ton of cum hit me, and left my entire face cum covered. 

"Shit...you guys really have a lot of cum stored up," I said as I tried wiping my eyes clean. 

"Fuck...this is crazy shit," I said as I gurgled through the cum in my mouth.

I was then picked up and face to face with Will. He came close to me, and kissed me. I was amazed he even did, considering the amount of cum I had on my face and in my mouth. I could feel his tongue move around my mouth as he grabbed my ass and squeezed. I could feel the cum from my mouth transfer over to his mouth, as he lips were sticky and wet from the still fresh cum I had hit me in the face and mouth.

"Shit...you have a huge ass. I mean, your so slim, and that ass of your is fucking huge," Will said to me as he kissed me. 

I smiled and said, "Yeah...you wanna try it out for a ride?" I said to him biting my lower lip as I stroked his enormous cock.

He smiled, turned me around very strongly, forcefully bent me over and pulled off my thong. As I was bent over, I had 2 cocks shoved into my mouth as Will slapped my ass with his cock.

"Mmmmnnnnhhhhhh," I moaned as Will shoved into my ass. He started off slowly, and then he grabbed my hiked up red dress on my sides for support as he began to build speed. I had 2 dicks shoved into my mouth as Will began to pound my ass hard.

"AAhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Fucking shit..." I screamed as I pulled the cocks out of my mouth and bit my lip in pleasure.

"Fucking slutty white bitch, I know you like this shit," Will yelled at me as he began to fuck me harder and harder.

"Pull my hair," I yelled at Will. 

As the other guys sat down and enjoyed the fucking show going on, they all jerked off while watching me get fucked.

Will pulled my long blond hair and began to fuck me so hard, my legs got weak and my back gave way as I collapsed on the floor.

"SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!" was the sound being made as my cum drenched covered ass was being slammed hard, as I was left on the floor with my ass still in the air. I fell to the floor completely, and screamed as I felt Will fuck my ass even harder as he built up momentum.

"Oh shit, fucking shit...oh...you fucking slut...fuck Erica," Will yelled as he began to shake and I could feel the stream of cum enter my ass as I jerked the pair of cocks in front of me as I smiled enjoying this very much. The two guys entered my mouth, and shot their load as I swallowed what I could handle.

Will then pulled out, with the pair of cocks pulling away as well, and I was picked up off the ground by the big black guy that had held me down before. 

He picked me, and held me missionary style as our eyes met I grabbed his bald head and smiled as I knew what I was about to get.

"Hold on," he whispered in my ear. 

I looked up, and saw the hand rail for standing passengers. I had my back against the window and I reached up, as he held me up high, and held onto the hand rail with my long legs spread out open for the fucking. He supported me as I held on to the hand rail with both hands.

"Fuck me..." I said to him as I looked down at his cock.

"Oh, your gonna get a pounding, slutty fucking whore," as he held the small of my back with one hand...he slowly got his cock past my dick...and sneaked it into my tight wet asshole.

"OOoohhhhhh...shit..." I shivered and blurted as I closed my eyes and felt his enormous manhood creep into my ass. 

He looked into my eyes with intensity. 

I still held on to the hand rail, as I was being held up in the air with my legs spread wide open with this ape of a man pounding his meat into my ass. He kept his hands on my wide hips as he thrust in and out of me, with me still holding on tightly to the hand rail.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck...yeah..." I moaned as he gained speed. 

"Fuck me harder, you fucking motherfuker! Harder! Fuck! Shit, that's right...right there...fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I moaned as he thrust into me harder.

My balls began to slap up on his throbbing cock as he went in and out of me, and he groaned.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, fucking shit..." he shot his load as I still held on tightly to the hand rail, and felt his hands hold tightly to my wide hips.

He laid his bald head on my chest, as I licked the beads of sweat from his head. He looked up at me and smiled.

He then pulled out, and I was left holding myself up on the hand rail, spreading open like a gymnast.

"Who wants to split this pie?" I teased as I waited for someone to get up and fuck me.

Two guys got up and one got behind me on top of the train seats and the other in front of me where the big guy was before. 

While still holding on to the hand rail like some swing set, they both entered my ass.

"Fucking shit, oh shit, oh shit..." I moaned as they both went into my ass at once. I could feel both cocks slide into my huge wet sticky ass...the gooey cum made it easier...and very enjoyable.

"Oh God...that feels so good...so fucking good," I moaned as I began to get fucked harder.

The guy in front of me held on to my back, as the guy behind me grabbed hold of my hips as I continued to hold on to the hand rail.

I let go of the hand rail and grasped for a holding on the shoulders of the guy fucking me from in front. 

I hugged him as he and his buddy slid in and out of me. I began to climax, and I held on tighter to him, keeping my legs completely wide open as he held me tightly and fucked me with his friend grabbing hold of my huge ass cheeks as he pounded into it with everyone watching the gangbang take place.

The entire train was quiet, and all that could be heard was our moaning.

"Fuck...oh Fuck...Oh fucking shit, you fucking motherfucking monsters dicks," I moaned as I was being pounded by these cocks. 

I held on tighter as I felt the guy behind me vibrate and moan as he came. He grabbed my shoulders as he laid his head on my back. His friend then held my head and came into my ass.

"Fucking shit...I can feel you shooting inside of me," I laughed.

I could feel both of them explode into me, with the cum dripping out of my enormous ass.

They both then set me down on my bare feet, as my shoes got lost sometime before my ass fucking.

I stood there, with all of them watching me stand there in my cum filled slutty way. I then slipped down my red dress and kicked it to the side. 

I was now standing there, in front of 7 naked men in an empty train, with my fake tits exposed and my dick hanging out. My curves were almost cartoony in how incredibly sexy I looked.

I loved this...the attention, the sexiness I felt, the cum all over my body.

I did a little dance, turned around and bent over. I used the Hand pole in the train to turn and get on top of one of the men.

I got on top of him, as he entered my ass and I began to slam down on him.

"Fuck...your a big one," I moaned as my body slammed up and down with my hair wildly going everywhere.

I wish I could tell you his name...but honestly, I didn't know it. The only names I had gotten was Will's and Tiny's...making me such a fucking slut because here I was getting fucked by total strangers.

As I had my feet up on the seat with my J-Lo ass riding this stranger, surrounded by even more strangers, I began to slam even harder. My balls began to hurt a bit from the hard slamming...but I continued.

"AAhhhhhhhhh, shit...that's right...keep quiet...I like the feeling of being fucked by zombies," I screamed as I rode him hard.

I closed my eyes, and held on to the back of his neck as he simply sat there fucking my while I did all the work. 

He then began to thrust into me a bit, and eventually he came.

"Fucking shit...that was great," I moaned as he pulled out of my cum covered ass.

I unsaddled, and fell over to the empty seats. I sat there, and stared at these men...and I began to jerk off.




Gangbang: Train Full of Dicks



"You like this...don't you?" I teased as I masturbated and fingered my ass at once.

My hair was still straight down, but it covered most of my face now as I began to jerk off intensely.

"MMnnnn...you like seeing me jerk off, huh?" I said as I continued. 

One man groaned and popped off a hot shot, which actually managed to come my way and land on my lap.

I laughed and enjoyed.

"OOhhhhhhhh..." I moaned as I kept jerking.

All of a sudden, the door to the train opened up and a man in a blue conductor suit and hat appeared. 

"I put the train in auto stop mode...I thought I heard..." he said as he looked upon the scene with clothes everywhere, and a gang of naked men to one side with me on the other holding my dick in my hands.

I was a bit shocked to see him.

"I...what the fuck is going on here...?" he asked as some of the guys got up and rushed him.

They held him tightly, and brought him to me.

"What the fuck...that's a fucking shemale..." he yelled.

I stayed in my seat and spread my legs wide open...the guys holding him pulled down his pants as he stood in front of me.

"Do your thing, man...fuck her..." they said as his dick was left hanging out.

"No way...I'm not into that shit...I like girls!" he yelled out.

The other guys looked at each other like he was crazy, making me feel so incredibly sexy...knowing that they all thought this conductor was crazy for not wanting a piece of my ass.

"Man...look at those tits..." they pointed out. "They're fucking perfect...!"

I then turned around and showed off my enormous ass. 

"And that ass...man, that ass is bigger than J-Lo's!" as the they all pointed out with he conductor beginning to sweat as he stared at me.

I sat back down, and spread open my legs again...as I saw his cock get stiff. 

One of the guys picked his blue hat off, and tossed it my way. I grabbed hold of it, and put on the conductor hat.

"Come fuck me..." I said with the conductor hat lowered on my head with my blond hair sticking out of it.

The conductor's mouth opened wide, as he dove onto me, kissing my neck as he began to thurst into me. He began to fuck me like some horny little monkey, and I was surprised by how hard he was fucking me.

I closed my eyes as he literally split my ass wider with his cock. The rest of the guys whistled and clapped, while others climbed on top of me and as the conductor fucked me missionary style on the seat...I had one guy get on my chest and start tit fucking me while another got his ass in my face as the guy tit fucking me sucked him off.

I held the hat down tightly as I was eating some ass, while I could feel my hands being led to some cock for jerking off.

"Oh fucking shit...I am such a fucking whore," I moaned as I felt the cum hit my body.

As I felt my mind spin with all the cum entering me, the guy's ass I was eating out turned around and had his dick face me.

"You want this...don't you..." he teased as he slapped my face with his huge cock. 

I had on the conductor's hat while being fucked at the same time, while giving a tit fuck and jerking off a pair of cocks while he shoved his dick into my mouth. The back of my head hit the window as he began to pound into my mouth.

"MMmmmppggghhhh..." I said with his cock muffing my voice.

"Ahhhh...Fuck!!!!!...Shit..." I heard the conductor as he pounded hard with his cumshot hitting my dick. He pulled out as he held on tightly to my wide hips.

The guy tit fucking me shot his load all over my chest, while the guy fucking my mouth shot another load right in my face.

"Shit...! God...I'm soaked..." I said as they got off of me.

I still had on my cute blue hat, that I had borrowed from the conductor. Will got up and got behind me, forcing me to the ground in a doggystyle position, while another hard dick got in front of me and began to get a cock sucking from me.

"SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!" was the sound being heard again as Will slammed into my ass while shoving my skull into another cock while in doggy style.

All the other guys sat back down and stroked themselves as they watched me become a human dick cuff.

"AAhhhhhh...Fucking motherfucking fucking Goddamn shit!!" I screamed as I gasped for air after getting my mouth away from the cum splattering cock. 

I closed my eyes and yelled as I felt Will slam into my ass feeling his balls slap my sack, it was a good type of pain really. My cute hat still held on, making it look like I was the conductor slut getting fucked by the passengers, which was kinda true either way.

"Fucking shit...You fucking whore...fucking cumslut, taking a gang of fucking strangers...fuck!" Will yelled as he slammed into my ass, pulling my hair while holding my left shoulder, and then let off a cumload. 

The guy face fucking me let off a cumshot that hit me in the eyes...snowblinding me and stinging like fucking hell.

"Fucking shit...goddamn it...you fucking blinded me..." I yelled as they both got up with me on the ground covered in cum.

Everyone was exhausted from fucking me...I let everyone do what they wanted with me...and they were all exhausted. 

I laid there on the floor, covered completely in cum, and lowered the hat to cover my eyes. My eyes still covered by cum...even after I had cleaned them away. I stayed on the ground naked, as the guys all looked for their clothes and got dressed.

The conductor got dressed, and after placing his sack in my mouth, got back his cute little conductor hat and went back to do his job. 

I still laid on the floor...exhausted from the immense amount of fucking my body had received.

The train made a stop, and the guys exited.

Will looked at me, kneeled down and said, "Shit...your such a sexy slut, Erica. I gotta say...I enjoyed this. I hope we run into each other again sometime..." he said to me as I laid naked on the ground covered in cum.

I smiled, "Yeah...me too. I liked it too..." I said to him.

Will then surprised me by closing in and kissing me very deeply and passionately, holding my face tightly as he kissed me. His tongue moved around my mouth, as he could taste the cum loads of the other men in my mouth. As he pulled away, our mouths shared a long, sticky cum line that led from his mouth to mine. 

I smiled and slurped it back into my mouth, licking it all up from my luscious thick lips.

He got up, said good bye and went out the train stop. As he exited, an old man entered. He had to be around his late 50's to early 60's really, but was still a very handsome man.

He entered, and saw me on the ground naked in puddles of cum. 

I looked up at him, and he adjusted his glasses and sat down with a smile. The train doors closed, and I rose up to get dressed. 

I kept my legs crossed, hiding my dick, and asked the old man, "Can you hand me my thong...it's right beside you on the seats."

He smiled and said, "of course young lady", as he passed it to me. 

I quickly slid into my thong, while still hiding my cock, and rose back up. I then picked up my red dress from the seats behind me and slid into them, while still leaving my ass and tits exposed. I could see the old man staring at me, licking his lips and adjusting his glasses as he also adjusted his crotch a number of times.

I passed by the old man, with my huge tits and enormous ass bouncing by him. The old man took a whack and slapped my ass nice and hard, to which I was a bit surprised...but I enjoyed as I turned and smiled. 

I got my shoes and turned to him with an idea. 

"Can you help me get these on, they're a killer to balance on," I said in the most cute way.

He quickly nodded, "of course, I'd love to."

I stood in front of him, with my tits exposed infront of him I held onto his shoulders as I picked up my feet and he slid my shoes on. When I had on each pair, I smiled at him and he reached put to me and grabbed my tits. 

I laughed a bit, and I saw he had a bulge in his pants. 

He caught me looking, and quickly reached down and tapped it. I did the rest by unzipping hit for him, and to my surprise he was fucking big. I felt my horny feeling rise again, and I jumped on him. I hiked up my red dress a bit, pulled my thong to the side to make way to my tight wet hole and I grabbed his cock and guided it into my ass as I slammed my ass onto his cock.

"Oh...fucking shit, Grandpa...your really packing heat aren't you..." I moaned as I fucked him hard. 

I gained speed as I jumped up and down harder and harder.

I moaned loudly as I looked down while slamming on his cock, he kept his head on my chest licking my tits. I slammed harder, and could feel his cock get deep into my ass.

"Ah," he moaned as he shot his load into me, while he grabbed a hold of my shoulders and rocked in and out of my ass as the train stopped.

I got off of him, lowered my dress and picked up my top...and I smiled at him.

"This is my stop...see ya," I said as I exited with him smiling at me.

I left the train station, and made sure the tape held up this time on my top.

My hair was a mess, as i had cum in my hair as well as the rest of my body. The cum stains were on my arms, my lips, my cheeks, my legs, my tits, my stomach, my back, my ass...everywhere.

Everyone I passed noticed as well, and knew automatically that I had hit some cock train very hard. 

I was such a fucking slut, and I knew it...and I loved it.

I quickly walked home, with the cum loads dripping down my long, toned legs. There was cum dripping down my ass cheeks, through my thong and trickled down my hamstrings and dropped to the ground as I walked home. 

As I passed familiar areas, nobody seemed to notice it was really me...and they would whistle or stare as I passed. The cum was drying up on my face, and beginning to glare from the lowering sun.

Once I made it to my house, I quickly grabbed under the plant to the left for the spare key. I unlocked the door, knowing I had nothing to fear since the house would be empty for the entire week. I put the spare key back under the plant and entered my home.

I took off my shoes and tossed them into the living room and ran upstairs to the bathroom. Entering the bathroom, I turned on the lights and was in awe of the amount of cum that was literally lying still on my face. I stared in the mirror and the cum stains were all over my body, with the hardening stains all over my large round ass and thick long legs. I cleaned off what cum I had on my face, but I was too tired to care about cleaning my body. After cleaning my face off, I walked down the hallway and decided to lay down in my sister's bedroom...thinking I could sleep this off, and lay down in a very comfortable bed. My Older sister (20 years old) had decided, at the very last moment, to go on some stupid road trip with her friends. Lucky me, my mother had to go to California to visit a sick friend. 

I had nothing to worry about really, since my dad had gotten divorced with my mother a year ago...he didn't come around to visit ever. 

I threw myself on top of her bed, and hugged the pillows as I laid on my stomach. I then, all of a sudden, let out a long burp. 

"Wow..." I whispered to myself. I had no idea cum could cause someone to belch. You learn something new everyday.

I closed my eyes, still thinking about all the cock I had taken throughout the day. I quickly fell asleep, my fatigue had caught up with me finally.

As I slept, the hours passed. I quietly snored, sleeping peacefully in my sister's pink colored, teddy bear filled room. 

While I sleeping, the front door to my house opened. It quietly crept wide open, with two long shadows being cast into the empty living room.

My father, Perry Raines, stumbled as he entered the house with his brother, my uncle...Lenny Raines. 

They were both drunk off their asses, probably even high on drugs. It appeared that my dad sometimes got like this, without my knowledge, and would use the spare key to sneak into the house whenever he wanted some action...only, not from who we all would assume.

Deep down, though, I think he'd sometimes forget he was even divorced and didn't live here anymore. But, he seemed to have something planned tonight.

My dad and uncle, drunkenly so, went upstairs. They stumbled and fell a few times as they drunkenly groggily walked up each step.

"You think Sarah is here?" ask my uncle about my sister to my even more drunk and doped up dad.

"Yeah...she's here, I mean...why wouldn't she be..." he responded. "I mean...she knows the deal...she's daddy's little girl...heh," he chuckled away with a long thick liquor bottle in hand.

They slowly crept into the hallway and my uncle opened my bedroom door. He studied my empty bed, processing the fact that I was not laying in it.

He yelled happily to my father, "The boy ain't here...!"

"Good...that's real good," my dad yelled back.

They both turned, and stared like hungry beasts at my sister's closed bedroom door. 

I slightly turned over with my thonged ass pointing up and my face in the pillow. I smiled, quietly dreaming of Ken. 

The bedroom door crept open, and my father smiled looking down at the bed seeing a dark body laying in bed. He saw the long straight blond hair, the red dress and the black lace thong...and he immediately thought to himself: Sarah is in bed, dreaming of getting more of daddy's dick.

I laid there, with both my father and uncle staring down on me, thinking it was my sister they were about to...have fun with.

My dad turned his head back, chugged the huge liquor filled bottle. He pulled away from it, passing it to my uncle. He undid his belt buckle, tossed his boots to the side and pulled off his shirt. He slid his pants down, exposing a large bulging shaven cock. He licked his palm, and began to stroke as he walked towards the bed.

"MMnnmm...c'mon honey...time to give daddy and uncle Lenny some sweet candy," my dad said as he drunkenly stumbled into bed with me, grabbing a good part of my large ass. 

My uncle pulled off his shirt, and quickly pulled off his pants while kicking his shoes into the corner.

As I laid there sleeping, my dad curiously turned his head a bit puzzled.

"Hey...Lenny, does her ass look bigger to you?" he asked.

My uncle glared, trying to make out what he was seeing with his blurring vision.

"Um...I dunno...I mean, maybe it grew since last time we fucked her...although it was only like two weeks ago...but kids, they grow fast," he said as he sipped more liquor.

"Yeah...it is bigger. A lot bigger, like J-Lo big...maybe bigger..." he said as he rubbed my ass spanking it a bit as well. He started licking it as well a bit.

"Yeah...but she's still trim like model...so, it's a good thing. More cushin' for the pushin'...that's what I say," my uncle joked as he gulped another taste from the bottle of liquor.

I still laid sleeping.

"Hmmm...she's still sleeping..." my dad said.

"Yeah...lets wake her up...with some good ol cock loving..." my uncle said as he placed the liquor bottle on the night table beside me, stroking his cock as he got closer to my face.

My father smiled, and as he pulled up my red dress up above my ass. He slapped my enormous ass, and pushed my legs together as he got on top of my legs, slapping my ass with his hardening cock.

I opened my eyes, groggy from the sleep and slowly turned around and saw my dad looking at me with a grin as he taunted my ass.

I was in total shock. 

"Dad!?" I yelled in my normal voice as I was in shock. Thinking back, I'm a bit surprised they didn't notice...but they were too drunk and high to have noticed any ways.

I looked up and saw my uncle Lenny's long thick hairy cock moving around in front of my face. He had his hand on my head, as he was guiding my head towards his stiffening cock, about to fuck my mouth.

I yelled, "Dad!? Uncle Lenny?!? What are you doing?!" I said in my fem, slutty voice this time.

"Shes up, now the party begins..." my dad said as Lenny laughed a bit.

I had gone to sleep, exhausted by all the cock I had taken throughout the entire day...and now I had woken up into something very...very insane. 

I mean, yeah...I was beginning my new cross dresser career with huge stars. 

I enjoyed feeling sexy, having attention drawn to me, and really being a slutty cum fucking whore.

I get fucked by my friends, and swallow and get splattered by their cum shots. Then I get fucked by my friends's dad, and get hit with even more cum as well as being used as a jerk off doll for a group of kids watching me get fucked.

Then, trying to make it home, I run into a horny gang of sexual freaks and get fucked like a slutty whore by a train full of strangers and the train conductor...and then I hop on some senior citizen with a rod for a cock and get fucked after I had just met him.

Yes, I had done a lot in a mere few hours...but this? 

This might be too much...this might be beyond too much...to get double fucked by my drunk, drugged up dad and uncle...

If I pushed them away, they might notice I was not my sister, and get caught in my cross dressing act by them. I could fuck them...and still get caught. Then, I'd probably get something a lot worse.

I was stuck in a very bizarre and insane situation...but I was starting to get horny again.

Would I let them fuck me...? Would I let my own father and uncle double fuck me in my sister's bed?



Granny



I was still in the process of looking for a summer job when word reached my parents that mom's mom, in other words, "Granny" had fallen and hurt her back. I'd finished high school, and though I'd earned a partial scholarship from having played football, it still wasn't near enough to allow me to attend even one of the local universities. My folks were in no financial condition to help much either, so my going was going to entirely depend on me earning and saving up enough money to do so.

When mom suggested to Granny that I should come up there and help her out for a few weeks, I was all for it. I always enjoyed visiting Granny, mainly because she was about the only person that didn't treat me like I was still a kid. If anything, it was almost the opposite, sometimes she forgot in many ways, I still was one.

And the other thing was, I had a very hard time thinking of her as "Granny," even though all my cousin's called her by that name. For me, it was a kind of a compromise, I called her Gran, which she accepted as being that perhaps. Though I was also the only one of her grandkids who did and got away with it. To everyone else it was simply "Granny".

And I think that was the other reason I couldn't call her that either. She just didn't look like any "Granny" I'd ever known or seen. Sure...she wasn't some young glamour model or anything like that. And yes, she had a few streaks of grey in her shoulder length dark hair. But she was still damn attractive. To be perfectly honest and candid about it, in many ways, she looked younger than my mother did. Maybe it was the fact she still somehow managed to run a small little ranch all by herself that did it. Plenty of exercise for one thing, so she was never one to sit around. She had a few horses which all needed caring for, had a few chickens she raised, though mostly for the eggs and once in a while for butchering for herself. She grew a bit of corn, some hay and alfalfa, but mostly all for her own use, and for feeding the horses she kept there. Still, all in all for a single woman now working it alone, it was a lot of work. 

My grandfather had died three years previous, and everyone automatically assumed "Granny" would end up selling the place. I was the only one who wasn't when she didn't. Deciding to work it all by herself, until she simply couldn't do it anymore. Which at the moment, didn't look like it would be anytime soon. The fact she had hurt her back was of concern however. Without help, she couldn't hope to take care of the place. And knowing her, back or no back, she'd do whatever it took to feed and water the animals, even if it killed her. So, needless to say, I was more than anxious to go up and stay with her at the ranch for a while, or for however long I was needed. It would give me a chance to get away from my parents who'd begun pressuring me to take "any job" as they saw it, though to me at the time, just taking a job to have a job wasn't the way to live either. But working for Granny, even if I wouldn't get paid for doing it, was the best job I could think of doing at the time.

Though the bus ride itself was long and boring, I had used the time to catch up on some much needed sleep. Before I knew it, the bus was pulling over, and as I looked up and out the window, I could see Gran waiting for me in her pickup at the top of the mile long dirt road leading back to the ranch. Grabbing my duffle bag, I half flew out of the bus and into her truck. The smile on her face told me she was just as excited to see me as I was in seeing her. 

"Give your ole' Gran a kiss," she told me. And I did. Kissing Gran wasn't a hardship either. And as far back as I can remember, we'd always kissed on the lips, never just the cheek. And even kissing her on the lips wasn't one of those pucker up and smooch-noise kind of kisses either. She kissed. Which was something that always made me wonder what she might have been like when she was my age. Gran had soft sensual lips, and when she pressed them against yours, you knew you'd just been kissed by somebody that knew what the fuck they were doing. Which again...made me wonder about a whole bunch of other things too.

Gran was also wearing what she usually always typically wore. At nearly sixty, if she wasn't already, though she'd never say, she wore a pair of Jeans and still looked damn good in them. In addition to that, she wore a man's shirt, though usually with the shirttail tied in a knot just beneath her breasts. And these too looked a hell of a lot better than on any other woman her age I'd ever seen. She wasn't overly large breasted, though they were certainly on the low end of that scale. And with one or two more buttons usually undone than most might think appropriate, especially for someone her age, she had great looking tits. I never failed to appreciate seeing the gentle swale of her breasts, those soft twin slopes that just sort of dove down inside her blouse. And though whatever bra she was wearing probably provided them with some much needed support, I had admittedly fantasized about Gran's tits even more than Julie Ann Mobley's, and she had the biggest set of tits in school!

"How's your folks?" she asked as she turned the pickup around and began heading back towards the ranch.

"Oh you know...same ole' same ole'," I told her.

"Still bugging you about delivering pizza or some such?" she asked.

I laughed, "Yep. Can't understand why they can't accept the fact I don't want to do that, even if I'm trying to earn and save some money to try and finish school. Applied for a few minor construction jobs, but so far...no luck." Gran smiled at that.

"Well, you're certainly strong enough, remind me a lot of your grandfather," she said. Granddad was indeed a strong bulky man, though he'd been working farms and ranches for years. He'd probably still be doing that too if a drunk driver hadn't plowed right into the front of his car on his way back from the city after picking up a few needed supplies. And that too had been hard on Gran, losing him, and now living off by herself on the ranch ever since. I couldn't even begin to try and imagine what that might be like.

The main lodge as Gran called it was big enough for the Walton Family. Which is why she had most if not all of the top floor pretty much closed up. She'd even moved her own bedroom back downstairs where it fed out onto the back porch where she very often slept during the summer time when it was so hot. The patio connected from there to the kitchen, and then on around to the other side of the house, sort of making it into a horseshoe where that same patio extended and connected on to some other downstairs rooms, which is where I would be sleeping. Basically, our rooms faced one another, separated and connected by that comfy patio which is where we basically spent most of our free time.

Directly out back from there was the pond. It was a naturally fed fairly good sized pond with several species of fish in it. Gran swam in it during the summer time almost daily. And during the winter, as kids, I remember drilling holes in the ice and fishing it right alongside my grandfather. With plenty of tall fur pines, asps and several other spruce trees about, it was about as rustic a place as you'd ever want to see, and I could understand why Gran wasn't ready to give it up. It was truly beautiful.

We'd enjoyed a nice simple dinner together, and were now sitting out on the back porch watching the sun go down. Gran had opened us a couple of beers, handing me one without even question. Though like I said before, she sometimes treated me more like I was a fully grown man rather than just coming into it. Though I did happen to like beer, something my own parents would never have allowed me to have at home.

I had noticed during the course of the evening that Gran did walk about a bit stiffly. It was obvious her back was hurting as she tended to favor herself. Something I wasn't at all used to seeing. And as such, I did most of the carrying of anything and everything there was to carry, rather than letting her do it, though most often she'd start out doing so without asking me to help, or even expecting me to. I knew then I'd have to keep a constant eye on her and do things for her before she did something to even more permanently injure herself.

I noticed as we sat there watching the sun just then disappearing that she was rubbing the back of her neck with her hand. "You know Gran, I've got some really good ointment with me, used it all the time when I was playing ball for all those aches and pains you get. How'd you like me to rub some of that into your back and shoulders for you?" I asked.

"Would you? Oh my Peter, that would feel heavenly I'm sure!" she said "Can't believe how sore this can get trying to hold my back and neck straight all of the time. The doctor told me he was half tempted to put me in a neck brace as it was, if I wasn't careful. So I've been trying to be, but it's still pretty damn sore!"

"No problem, happy to do it," I told her, and then raced back to my room for the ointment. Seeing no point in turning the light on, there was just enough light left that I could still see by, I emptied out the contents of my bag on the bed, spotting the ointment and picking it up. As I did, I glanced out the window of my room back across the patio to where Gran was still sitting. What I saw surprised me a little. She had undone the little knot in the front of her shirt. Taking off her blouse, she now sat there for a moment in nothing more than a white bra and her jeans. As I thought about it, it made perfect sense that she might. I mean after all, I was going to need to rub her back for her anyway, and the shirt would have been a real nuisance trying to do that with it on. But it was then that I watched her suddenly reach back behind herself, though not without wincing a little in order to do so, and unclasp her bra. I stood there, watching as it fell away. I watched then as she turned, hanging up the discarded garment on the back of the chair. Even at this distance I could see the fullness of her breasts, each capped by a rather large dark colored nipple. As she turned back around, she re-gathered up the shirt she'd been wearing and placed it over her chest, covering her boobs, holding it in place at her sides with her arms and sat waiting for me. I went through the side door straight out onto the patio rather than going back through the house the way I had come, now that the door was unlocked from the inside.

"Found it!" I said holding it up, though I now felt silly in doing so. Gran smiled still waiting for me.

"Thought this might make it easier for you," she said simply without an ounce of embarrassment in her tone of voice.

I put a dab of cream in my hands and immediately began applying that to Gran's neck and shoulders, slowly working my way down her back, though I was careful and easy in doing so, not wanting to further irritate or hurt her when I rubbed in the cream.

"That feels good," she told me as I continued rubbing it in, but now with the way she was sitting, I couldn't get to all of her back either. 

"Um...can you move over to the lounge chair or something so that I can finish putting this on?" I asked.

Gran nodded, and then stood, but it was obviously painful, especially as she tried doing so without using her own arms for support. Automatically, she reached out for my help as I stood there in front of her, and as she did, the blouse she'd been holding against herself came away, falling to the ground. Neither one of us reacted to it however, though my eyes were certainly and suddenly drawn towards her bare breasts, though it certainly hadn't been my intent. But neither did she suddenly make some awkward or embarrassed issue out of it either by trying to cover herself. Half laughing, after accepting my help as I placed my arm around her, accidentally brushing it against one, she looked up into my face. 

"Guess by now you've probably seen more than your fair share of tits now anyway, so seeing this old ladies ain't exactly gonna upset you none now will it?"

There were a few things about that particular statement. Number one, I hadn't seen my fair share of women's tits yet. And most of those had only come from a few magazines. I was in fact about the only guy in school who probably hadn't seen Julie Ann Mobley's. And the only real pair of tits, not counting my own mothers that I'd once seen quite by accident, was my best friend's girl friends tits, which I'd gotten to see, only cause he'd dared her to show them to me...which she did. And that in a nutshell was the sole history of my bare tit observations.

But the reality here was...Gran had a nice looking pair of boobs!

I spent what was probably an inordinate amount of time softly rubbing the cream into her neck, shoulders and back. As I gingerly worked my hands up and down along her side, I got just a hint of the much softer flesh of her breasts, though she lay with her arms beneath herself effectively blocking me from doing anything more. She didn't seem to mind it however each time the tips of my fingers pressed into them, though I didn't allow them to linger any longer than a moment.

"Thank you," she said suddenly, alerting me to the fact that my back rub was over. I sat back as she did, though realizing as she did so she was waiting for my help. I took her hand in mine helping her to sit up, her own arms extended, giving me another lingering glance at her heavy breasts, though she soon stood. Even then, she didn't make any real effort to cover herself save for asking me to retrieve her blouse for her, which I did. "Well Peter, we have an early day ahead of us tomorrow," she told me. "So best we get some sleep." She had put her blouse back on, but had left it completely open. By now I was sitting down in one of the patio chairs again, and she leaned over giving me another one of her patented kisses on the lips. As she did, I kept my eyes open, saw her magnificent breasts swinging freely away from her ribcage, then back again as we finished the all too brief kiss. Gran then turned and headed over towards her bedroom.  I sat only long enough to recover the slight dizziness I was now experiencing, and then stood, hard on and all, and walked in the opposite direction into my room.

I stood in my darkened bedroom looking out the window across the way. I was wide awake, though I figured morning would indeed come very early. It had always helped when I'd jerked myself off prior to going to sleep, and decided to do so now, especially with the bare-titty images I now held inside my head. Stripping off all my clothing I again walked back towards the window, well aware I couldn't be seen as I stood in the darkness stroking myself. It was while doing this that I saw the faintest of lights suddenly come on across the way in Gran's room. It was far too dim to see anything of course, especially at this distance, but I also knew from looking earlier that her window was open. Gran loved the sensation of fresh air coming into her room, and having realized that earlier, I knew then it would give me a clear look into her room if I was gutty enough to cross the short patio in order to peek in.

Why I was even thinking of doing such a thing I didn't know. What I thought I even expected to see didn't really cross my mind, though it was honestly my hope that I might again get another last quick peek at Gran's breasts, this time preferably in the light where I could see them more clearly than I had in the rapidly diminishing light outdoors.

Slipping out of my door, I quickly made a mad dash across the patio area reaching the far side of the courtyard in seconds. No one but Gran was there to see me, and only if she'd come to her window to purposely look out. So my being nude didn't really matter, though the feel of being so outside, and with the purpose I had in mind in doing so, leaving me with a very randy arousal.

I easily made the side of her window, though I stood taking a few moments to catch my breath. My heart likewise beating a thousand miles an hour, or so it seemed. Once I had calmed somewhat, only then did I dare to peek in around the side of the window into her room. As I'd imagined she was doing, she was. She was reading. Though what I hadn't imagined was the fact she was naked, lying on top of her bed while doing so. And though she was facing my way, the book was pulled up actually resting upon her upper chest, her full breasts fully exposed, though likewise supporting her book as she held it. But what had really caught my eye of course, though I quickly stepped back once again needing to catch my breath, was the quick sudden, surprised realization I had seen her very exposed pussy. Gran's dark, though obviously well trimmed thatch of pubic hair had drawn my eyes to it like beacon. I had at first glanced there, seeing it, then upwards towards her breast and the book, ensuring in that two second exposure that she wasn't then sitting in such a way that she'd have seen me. The danger however was, she could suddenly decide to lower the book, and then perhaps might. Or she might in turning the page, likewise look up and perhaps spot me then, though I was equally just as confident I would have moved prior to that at the first inclination she was about to. 

I decided to risk yet another peek, doing so, looking at her again, pleased to see she hadn't moved, nothing had changed. I gave myself three seconds this time to look at her, taking longer to admire that dark patch between her legs as well as those wonderfully full mature breasts before ducking back away from the window. As I did, I only then realized I had taken my extremely hard prick in hand and was even then fondling myself. When I looked it again, it was just in time to see Gran turn the page in the book she was reading. She managed to do so without either raising, lowering, or adjusting her position in anyway. This at least gave me some measure of security in knowing she most likely wouldn't look up in my direction when the time came for her to do so again. But it was what happened now that surprised me the most. Gran suddenly bent her legs at the knee, though she kept the book in place on her chest, continuing to read it. The next thing I knew, which shocked me to some degree, was the sudden emergence of her hand down between her legs. I thought at first she was merely about to scratch one of those sudden itches we all get. But it quickly became evident that wasn't the case. Instead, I watched as Gran slow stroked her slit, now fully revealed to me as she sat there legs bent, and now widening far more openly than they had been even a moment ago.

"Holy shit! She's....she's...masturbating!" I thought to myself.

Only then did I think to look at the title of the book she was reading, realizing as I did it was some sort of sexy mystery novel. Whatever Gran was reading about was obviously exciting to her as I stood there watching her fingers begin to probe even deeper inside herself than they had been. Likewise, though I repeatedly ducked back and forth behind the window every few moments or so, I continued to stroke myself, enjoying the feel of the out of doors lewdness that was adding to my own level of arousal as I watched my own Gran touching herself.

I leaned back around, but this time as I did, I saw Gran lower the book, rolling off to one side as she did, setting it down on the nightstand beside the bed. Though her hand remained between her legs. I ducked back as quickly as I had when first peeking in, giving it a moment before daring to look inside again, though I nearly gave up doing that, wondering if it might be too dangerous at this point to continue doing so. But curiosity, lust, and arousal talked me into at least one last peek. This time when I looked, her head was well down within the pillows, as Gran lay flat on her back. She'd have had to sit up in order to see me, so with her in this new obvious position, I knew without any doubt whatsoever that she couldn't. With one hand still buried between her legs, the obvious movements telling me what she was doing to herself, her freehand had now captured one of her own breasts which she appeared to be teasing and caressing as she lay there. I watched her fingers tweak one of her very firm, hard aroused nipples, pulling on it. I watched as she would at times pinch it, holding it between her fingers and then literally pull on it, lifting it, as well as the heaviness of her breast up and away from her chest. When she did this, she would at times actually slap her cunt with her other hand, though she would likewise sometimes hold the obvious hard knot of her clit between her fingers, and pinch it simultaneously, along with her nipple.




Granny



With her window completely open, I could hear Gran's occasional moan, and even more so when she began to pant. A reminder to me to remain as quiet as possible if I could hear her so clearly as she lay there playing with herself. She now worked her clit furiously, though she continued to roll the nipple of her right breast with her free hand, obviously adding to the pleasured sensations. My cock now was on the verge of its own release, my hand likewise pumping it almost as furiously, the liquid drool of my precum heightening my own sensitivity. I stopped however, as though frozen in motion, which in a way I was as Gran suddenly cried out, evidence she had reached the peak of her orgasmic bliss. But what she then did in doing so, was suddenly jerk upwards, bad back and all. Her head came up off the pillow faster than I had thought possible, causing me to jerk myself back out from in front of the window as she did.

"Fuck!" I said to myself, now wondering if she had been able to see me, had seen me! Though reason told me her eyes had been closed as she came, thus the likelihood of that being remote. Even so, I dared not look back into the window again. The image of Gran now curiously looking out, wondering if she had in fact seen movement of some sort, sitting there in the expectation of perhaps seeing something more once again. I quietly made my way around the back side of the patio, keeping within the shadowed darkness, careful so as to not do anything stupid like trip over anything. Looking back towards her bedroom, I then saw that the light in her room had been turned off, causing me further worry. But there was no hope for it now. I was half way back to my own room, though I stood for several minutes longer trying to ascertain if she might now be standing in her own window looking out. When another light came on inside the house behind me, I actually jumped. It took a moment however to realize Gran had only then turned the hallway light on, leading back into the kitchen. Knowing if I continued to stand where I was, and if that was indeed where Gran was heading to, she would soon catch me standing outside the kitchen area itself. I then made a beeline back to my own room, reaching it in seconds, slipping quickly back inside. I now stood in my own darkness looking out as the kitchen light came on, though it was actually the light from the refrigerator as she opened it. I watched as Gran removed a pitcher of freshly made orange juice, pouring herself a glass before placing it back inside the fridge. She was still naked, and seeing her as she stood there, once again reminded me of my own unfinished business. Unfortunately however, she soon closed the door, the light once again going off, and then seconds later the light in the hallway also being turned off as she no doubt headed back to her room.

With a cock full of cum still needing to be released, I stepped into my own private bathroom, closing the door behind me before turning on the light. I then stood over the toilet bowl, seconds later watching streamer after streamer squirt from the head of my prick splashing into the water below me where it curdled in little cum balls floating below before flushing it away. As strange as it sounded, I'd have much rather climaxed outside, squirting off into the blackness of the night as it were, imagining other things rather than the white porcelain bowl I had stood looking into as I came.

With five in the morning coming early, I made my way back into the bedroom, once again having turned off the light before opening the door, and then into bed.

Like I said...morning came far earlier than I would have liked.

**

I woke to the sound of Gran calling in to me. She stood just outside my likewise open window. "Time to wake up Peter!" she called. "Breakfast is on...and we've a day ahead of us!" With that, I sat up, watching her heading back across the patio back into the kitchen area without waiting to see if she'd heard me. But I remembered as I ran into the bathroom to pee, Gran only gave you one notice that breakfast was on. If you missed it...the next meal wasn't until dinner time, no if ands or buts.

I quickly slipped into a pair of cut off jeans, tossed on a tank top and headed across the court into the kitchen. I walked up behind Gran, giving her a morning kiss on the neck even as she just then finished scooping up three good-sized eggs, over easy, just the way I liked them. I sat down taking my seat as she piled the eggs onto my plate right beside a thickly sliced piece of ham steak. There was a tall glass of orange juice, coffee and toast already poured as I began to eat, though I noticed she hadn't made a place setting for herself.

"Aren't you eating?" I asked as I shoveled in a nice mouthful of toast smeared eggs. She grinned.

"Already did...been up for an hour already, thought I'd let you sleep in today, give you a chance to adjust," she told me. It was just then five o'clock.  "Soon as you're finished, I'll have you feed and water the horses while I gather up fresh eggs for the market, and feed the chickens while I'm at it. Later...I need to drive into town, pick up some new wire for the fences need mending."

"Want me to do that for you?" I asked, once again reminded of her back.

"No. Thanks anyway. I'll need you to bring back some fresh bales of hay from the barn while I'm gone, then after I get back, we'll get that section of fence mended so we can move the horses into the new pasture. With luck, we'll be able to finish all that long before suppertime. So...eat up, clear your own dishes, and wash them," she told me with an added smile. "Then meet me outside next to the hen house."

I wolfed everything down, though I was famished. Thirty minutes later I was standing beside her as she handed me a basket full of eggs. The sun was just then coming up. "Gonna be another hot one too," she reminded me as we stood there looking at it, as it just then crested the horizon. "Let's see to the horses," she told me then. "And then after that, I'll have you haul back some of that fresh hay while I head into town."

"You sure you don't want me to get that wire for you?" I asked once again, thinking about her back, though I also took a moment to think about other things too as she again stood there in front of me with that same old familiar looking men's shirt tied in a knot just beneath her breasts.

"No, don't worry about it. Jim will toss it into the back of the pickup for me, and you can take it out when I come back."  

As Gran headed off into town a short while after that, I started up the old tractor, attached the hay cart to it, and then headed off towards the old barn. As kids, my cousins and I had always called it that, which it really wasn't. What it was...was a three-sided very large tinned building that was now kept from collapsing entirely by the additional support of old useless hay bales as walls. One end was entirely open, always had been. That was where all the newer, fresher bales of hay were stored. In the back, as kids, we had made a small maze out of the old stuff and played there as kids whenever we'd come for a visit. Gran and Gramps had left it for us to play in, and never got around to doing otherwise even long after we'd all grown up. I smiled as I jumped down off the tractor, making my way back into the furthest end, switching on the one and only light bulb that even existed. Wondering as I did if it had even once been changed out. It still looked like the same one that had been there for years. I likewise smiled remembering, we'd used this hay maze for a lot more than just climbing around and through in. I remembered playing doctor in here, the same as most kids did early on perhaps, and getting caught by Gran doing it, though she never made a big deal of it either. Something that I, along with my two somewhat older and should have known better than to do female cousins, were forever and always grateful for, in not telling on us.

But it wasn't the ONLY memory I had of being back here either. And I stood there wondering, though I decided to see to the hay first before coming back and putting the tractor away. After I had finished my only real chore before Gran returned and we got to work on mending the fences. I returned with the sun well up now just before noon. I wasn't entirely sure where it was. And though things seemed vaguely familiar, it had been a few years, so it took me a while of searching. But sure enough, I found it. My very secret stash. But more importantly, a particular photo, one I had treasured for years, yet felt guilty even now, about having stolen it so long ago.

I had cut out a small section of hay, and then hollowed out an even wider section behind that. Effectively creating a safe place to stash things secretly, able to replace the cut out section of hay and have it look totally undisturbed. Not too surprisingly, though I had forgotten, I first retrieved a couple of dog-eared weather worn Sears and Roebuck catalogs. I laughed out loud as I stood there holding them in my hand. As a kid, I had spent many hours thumbing through them. I had spent several hours looking at all the women in their Sears and Roebuck underwear, complete with pointed bras and Granny style panties.  Though thinking back, I had never in fact seen either my mother, or Gran ever wearing such. Amazing what as kids we could look at and still get excited over, which back then I had. But it wasn't that which had eventually fueled the fires of my fantasies. But something else entirely. And even this I had secreted away again, being even more careful in doing so, should this carefully carved out section of hay ever be discovered. I had additionally built another false wall. Now pulling that out, where I soon revealed the one true treasure I had kept there.

To my delight and surprise, it was as nearly pristine as the day I had found it, and then admittedly stolen it.  It was a picture of Gran, back when she was a few years older perhaps than I was now. But what was amazing about it, was that she was nude, sitting on a beach somewhere. The fact someone had taken it of her, and that she'd let them was interesting enough, though I never knew who, and couldn't imagine my grandfather ever doing so. So most likely, it had been another guy that Gran had once known prior to him. And though she was nude, entirely so, it wasn't really lewd either, though even now I considered it extremely sexy. 

Gran sat somewhere on some beach, her legs folded beneath herself as she sat on them, bent just enough that you couldn't see anything between her legs. Though it was of course very obvious she was indeed entirely nude. Her breasts however, certainly firmer back then than they were now, were fully revealed. She sat in a typical glamour pose of the times, one arm reaching around behind her head with it somewhat tilted back, eyes closed as though she were dreaming about something...or someone.  Her other hand carefully positioned across her lap, down between her legs, a further guard against revealing anything perhaps, though to me, it even more now, than then, looked as though she could have been touching herself, and for all I knew, maybe had been!

The number of times I had spent inside here, thankfully alone masturbating to Gran's picture had been the highlight of those prepubescent years. I remembered the day I had accidentally run across the photo. I had been playing tiddly-winks with some old bottle caps in Gran's bedroom. One of them had rolled beneath her bed. I had gone underneath it in order to retrieve it, which is when I spotted a worn crumpled brown envelope stuck between the springs and the mattress. Curious, I managed to snake it out. When I opened it, I found nothing more than a bunch of old letters, none of which I read, nor had any desire to. But what I did find, was this single old black and white photo of Gran inside. The same one I now stood looking at. I had tucked it inside my shirt, replaced the envelope, and then made a beeline to the barn where I was standing now. Gran had been my first nude woman I had ever seen, and I stood there remembering it as though it were yesterday.

"Always wondered where the hell that disappeared to," Gran said, causing me to jump three feet out of my skin when she did. "Should have known it was you," she said actually grinning at me. "Though I honestly don't think you'd have told me had I asked you," she finished as she walked over taking the photo from my hand looking at it as she stood next to me. I could feel the heat in my face as it reddened from embarrassment. Even after all this time, I felt guilty as hell, half expecting her to turn me over her knee, almost wishing she would for as bad and as stupid as I now felt.

"Wasn't half bad back then," she said somewhat amusingly all the while looking at herself.

"Hell Gran, you're not bad looking now either," I said trying to make it sound like some sort of an apology, which I now included. "And sorry...I never meant to steal it from you, only ah...well, sort of borrow it. But when I went to put it back, the envelope it had been in, was gone."

"Yeah, I know," she laughed. "Believe it or not, I was actually going to show the photo to your mother, told her the story behind it, and she wanted to see it. But when I went to get it, that's when I discovered it was gone. The letters that were there were from an old boyfriend of mine. Decided your grandfather wouldn't be too keen on me having kept those either, so I burned them all. But always did wonder whatever happened to that damn photo he took of me. Guess now...I finally know!"

We both now stood looking at it together, which was weirdly erotic. 

"So...was I your first?" she asked. Her comment confused me for a moment.

"First?"

"Yeah, first woman you ever jerked off to?"

Now I really was blushing, but answered her truthfully even so. "Yeah Gran...you were." She laughed at that knowingly. I then handed the photo back to her.

"Nah, you keep it," she told me. "Unless you still prefer jacking off to the girls in Sears and Roebucks, though sorry to say, you can't get those anymore," she teased me further, making me blush even more now than I had been.

"Was she implying anything?" I actually wondered. "Had she seen me the night before? Or suspected it?" Her comment had totally thrown me, though she walked away without elaborating any further.

"Come on Peter, we've still got fences to mend. You can look at that later..." she laughed without turning to look at my reaction.

**

By the time we'd finished mending the fence and had moved all the horses into the new pasture, I was sweating to death. It was hotter than blazes, which at this time of day, it always had been.

"Too damn hot to do anything more today," she said wiping her own brow. "So let's call it. Matter of fact, why don't you go ahead and go down to the pond, have a nice cooling swim. Gonna take a short nap myself, and then start on dinner. I'll come get you before then," she told me.

That in fact sounded wonderful. Something else I'd enjoyed doing over the course of the years, though now a lot had changed since I'd seen it back then. Gran had insisted on planting several trees around this side of it, which I was now thankful she'd done. It had given it a bit more privacy for one, since we always just went skinny dipping whenever we'd gone swimming in it, mom included, though I'd always been told to look the other way when she went in or came out. Now the trees were tall, thick and even offered a bit of shade this side of the pond. I followed the well-worn trail down to it, and just like before, soon stripped off my clothing placing them upon the rocks well out of the way, and then dove in. The water wasn't cold by any means, but cool enough to feel good, especially with the heat of the day. I swam for quite some time, refreshed and relaxed before getting out, returning to my pile of clothing, along with the black and white photo of Gran that I still had, which I'd carefully wrapped inside the folds of my shirt for protection.

I sat there looking at it. Remembering. But it wasn't just the memories of what I used to do in the barn that I recalled. But the image of Gran the night before. The fact she was still very much a woman, regardless of her age, though even that seemed ridicules a point to consider. Obviously she still had sexual desires, thoughts, urges. Though I was somewhat saddened to realize, her only form of release was that...simply put, taking care of herself as she certainly hadn't gone looking, nor ever would most likely, for anyone else. But it was still without a doubt, one of the most erotic things I had ever seen or witnessed. And I felt my prick once again hardening as I closed my eyes, thinking back how she had looked through her window as I'd stood there watching her, playing with myself. I began doing so again, feeling the hardness of my cock as it filled my hand, stroking it. I then turned, sitting down on the rock, likewise holding the photo, looking at Gran, the Gran then...the same Gran now, equally as attractive to me, if not even more so. I looked up back towards the trees, towards the house. I saw movement, though I quickly looked down, wondering at first if I had. And if I had, "was Gran now sitting there watching me jerking off?" At first I was embarrassed by the possibility that she was. Though I made no effort to stop doing so, a sudden additional curious thought running through my mind. "What if she had been? Was she still?"

If anything, I continued, still stroking my cock as I sat there, pretending to hold my head back in pleasured sensations, though my eyes now were slits as I tried to peer over towards the tree line, wondering if what I'd seen was nothing more than my own silly imagination. And then...I saw movement again. There...behind the tree. I continued, now looking down at myself, my hard stiff throbbing cock, which I sat stroking even more delightedly, now knowing I was indeed being watched. Once again I used the ploy of pleasured stroking to position my head as though I wasn't looking, though I was. Sure enough, I couldn't see what Gran was actually doing below as the way she stood behind the tree itself prevented it, but I did clearly see, she had in fact undone the shirt she'd been wearing. It was again open, her hand obviously placed upon her breast as she too stood there fondling herself. And by that, I could only then assume what else it might have been that she was doing.

The thought of actually being watched as I sat there aroused me even more. That Gran was pleasuring herself, watching me, as I had stood doing the night before while watching her, put an interesting twist on it. I continued jacking my cock, now doing so with bolder, quicker strokes, feeling the intensity of my pleasure increasing as I brought myself closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. I took one quick last look upwards in her direction, though keeping it brief, pretending otherwise. Sure enough, she was still there, still watching, her hand still somewhere on her breast, the other down between her legs, though this I couldn't see as clearly. I felt the release of my spunk now racing up my shaft. I stood, turning somewhat to the side so she could see it as I came even more clearly. I wanted her to see the intensity of my orgasm, somehow share with her the pleasure of it, the pleasure even then she was giving me, though unknowingly as I did so. I felt the first surge of my prick, watched as the enormous explosion flew from the tip of my cock. The jettison of my spunk arching up high into the air, and then another and another as I stood, weak-kneed, pumping my prick until I had expelled all there was to expel. Only then did I again turn, sitting down on my rock. I looked up, though careful not to make it too obvious. She was gone.




Granny



I soon dressed and began making my way back up the trail towards the house. Gran was sitting out on the patio in the shade. She had made fresh tea, a second empty glass sitting on the table, which she now filled from the nearby pitcher as I approached.

"Was just about to come down and get you," she said, handing it to me as I sat down, sipping from it. "Enjoy your swim?"

"Very much...just like old times," I told her. I saw a brief knowing smile cross her face as I spoke.

"Can only imagine," she then laughed. I had placed her photo inside my shirt, once again taking it out. I placed it face up on the table.

"Seriously Gran, you can have it back if you want it. I actually prefer the way you look now," I told her boldly, though it wasn't my intent on giving anything away. I was just making an honest simple statement, though she looked at me, and then glanced down at the photo.

"So what you're telling me then, is you like the way these old tits of mine look now as opposed to the way they used to look?" She said teasingly, which I knew she meant as a joke, not being too serious about it, or really expecting an answer. Though I gave her one.

"Yes...I do," I said looking at her. "I think...your breasts are even more beautiful now, than they were back then."  She laughed at that, nervously.

"Now how is it you know that?" she asked. "It's not like you could really see much of anything like that last night. It was sort of dark you know," she said, though this time it was Gran's face that had reddened considerably, not mine. "And besides, why on earth would this old gal's tits be of any fascination to you anyway...not to mention the fact of me being your grandmother."

"I don't know...maybe because I've never thought of you that way Gran," I said once again honestly. "Never have. Especially when I used to sit there looking at you...you know..."

"Yeah...jerking off," she laughed teasing me, though I knew then she was also doing so while trying to cover up her own nervousness, especially as she'd been sitting there watching me actually doing it only a short time ago now.

"Yeah...which I was doing just now, at the lake, looking at you, but not at this, not really, but more like...last night," I suddenly found myself confessing to her. I saw the look in her eyes, the sudden realization and confirmation of whatever suspicions she might have had. 

"So you were there...standing outside my window last night," she said her eyes wide. "I thought I saw something, heard something, but wasn't sure."

"Not going to lie to you Gran, I was. I don't want you to be angry with me either," I then added. "I enjoyed it, I enjoyed watching you, more than anything else I have ever seen or done. Like I said, seeing you now...the way you look now, not this..."I said once again taking the photo in hand. "Is more attractive, more erotic to me than you were back then."

"You shouldn't be saying that, thinking that..." she said softly. "It's not right, it's ah...well, you shouldn't," she left off saying.

There was a moment of silence, an awkward pause. "Let me see you," I asked. "Let me see you now, in the light."

"Peter, you can't be serious. Why would you want to?"

"Because I do...because I do think you're attractive Gran, and because I love you...that's why."

"Well I love you too, but it doesn't mean its right that we should even be considering such notions."

"Have you?"

Her look told me she had. Obviously she had been, and she now knew I knew she had been as well. "You saw me...down by the lake didn't you?"

Now it was my turn to grin. "I'd say, that sort of make us even," I stated. That made her laugh. 

"I guess, in a way it does. Can't exactly be mad or upset with you for doing that when I turned right around and did the same thing myself now could I?"

"Nope, figure not. But it still doesn't change what I said either, or what I asked earlier either, which you still haven't answered. I'd like to see you...right here, right now."

"Oh you would huh?"

"Yes I would. And I don't mind telling you Gran, I'm getting aroused again, just thinking about it." 

In fact, I was, and I made no pretense about slipping my hand down inside my shorts, readjusting myself as my arousal grew, though I did use the table to help conceal my actions below it, though above it, Gran knew damn well what I was doing. Her eyes told me that, though she said nothing for a moment, just watching me.

"You're serious...you really are...getting aroused...again?"

"I am...yes. And I would love, if nothing else, to just sit here, look at you, and pleasure myself again while you watched. Even if you wouldn't let me do anything else, I would at least love to do that. See you now, the way you are now, and at least enjoy you that way."

I was shocked to see by the expression on her face that she was actually considering it.

"You wouldn't ask me to do anything else? Because I don't think we should...or that I could," she told me. "But I guess..." she then said speaking to herself more than me. "Just masturbating while looking at me isn't all that bad, not like you haven't already."

"Or that you haven't," I then said reminding her of her own guilty pleasure. Gran didn't respond verbally to that, though I sat watching her hands as they slowly came up to her blouse. She began untying the knot holding the front of her shirt together.

"Nothing else...promise?"

"Promise Gran...nothing else, right now." I said, though I caught a concerned worried expression on her face in having said that.

"I mean it Peter...we can't let this go any farther than this," though I sat watching as Gran now pulled the shirt completely away from herself, her bare breasts fully exposed to me now, looking even more beautiful in the full daylight than they had the night before. And even more alluring to me now...than they had appeared in the photo so many years before.  Even more wonderfully however, she now cupped them within her hands.  "You sure you really want to see them? They're not too saggy? Too baggy? Too big?"

"For starters...yes, and they're not any of those Gran. I mean it, I think they're very beautiful. Now...show me. Stand up, take off your shorts and show me the rest of you too!"

It was obvious this was turning her on, but it was certainly turning me on too. Gran stood, her teardrop shaped tits now a feast before my eyes, even more so than the quick half glances I had enjoyed already. Her dark tan nipples crinkled, swollen in desire, nipples hard extended as she stood. I watched as Gran undid the button on her jeans, then pulling down on the zipper allowing them to slide easily down her legs. I wasn't at all surprised to discover she hadn't been wearing any panties as her neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair suddenly appeared. As it did, Gran finally did place her hand over it modestly, though I knew without any doubt, she had also done it as a tease.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this, or that you're actually enjoying it!" she told me. To prove to her that I was, I then stood, likewise removing my jeans, my erection suddenly springing free, snapping up at attention. It bounced up and down briefly, Gran's eyes following the movement, now devouring me up close and personal as I stood fisting my cock, pointing it towards her.

"God Gran, you look so fucking good!"

She smiled, though reminding me. "Just remember what I told you Peter...we can't do anything else but this, and this is bad enough as it is!"

"Pull your chair around and sit in front of me," I told her. Gran did, now sitting down facing me directly. I continued to slow-stroke my cock, squeezing the head, forcing out a nice thick droplet of precum which I began encircling the head of my hard swollen cock with. Gran's eyes widened in obvious delight, watching me. Her own hand now slithering down between her legs, she spread them, teasing her equally juicy looking split.

"You like?"

"Wider," I told her. "Let me see that juicy pussy of yours Gran, open it wider for me."

Her face was flushed in arousal, even more so as she inserted her fingers, withdrawing a moment later a clingy stringer of female cum cream. Fascinated, I watched as she now wrapped it around her finger, applying it back against her hard little knot, teasing her clit the same way I was now teasing the head of my prick.

"Give me some," I told her, not really asking.

"Peter!"

"Please Gran, just place a little of it on the head of my dick for me." She thought about it briefly, and then I smiled as she inserted her fingers, once again withdrawing a nice looking dollop of her own juices. Gran leaned forward, she didn't really even touch my cock herself, letting the smear of cream fall from her finger tip as it oozed over the ballooned helmet of my shaft. She sat back in her chair, taking a bit more, and then applied it to her wondrously hard nips. 

I sat, now adding her juice to my own, sliding it up and down my shaft until it glistened wetly, slippery with her female spunk, the sensation further heightening my lust and arousal as I again produced another thick drooling drop of my own lubricated cream. Without asking, thinking about it, Gran once again leaned forward, swiping it off the side of my cock as it ran down with her finger.

"Sorry...couldn't help myself," she grinned wickedly, and then even more wickedly, she slipped her finger inside her mouth, tasting it.

"Hmm, fuck Gran, I want to taste you too. But I'd rather place my tongue right there between your legs while I do it."

She thought about that for maybe a millisecond. "No Peter...you know I can't let you do that. We shouldn't even be doing this, this is bad enough, but I couldn't allow...let myself to take it that far. This is as far as it can go."

Her tone was serious, though I had heard her wavering, so I didn't pursue it. "Ok, but at least feed me some of you then, so I can taste your sweetness that way."

That request seemed to mollify her to some extent, and I was pleased when her fingers once again delved down between her legs, watching them as they dipped inside, then two-fingered pussy poi being offered up to me as I leaned over mouthing her two fingers sucking it off.

"Oh fuck Gran...you really do taste so damn sweet!"

She smiled sitting back in her chair, draping one leg over the armrest as she did, her hand once again lazily twiddling her split, the other slow rolling and pinching one of her nipples, she moaned pleasurably looking towards me as I sat stroking my cock a bit harder now.

"Show me...show me how you make yourself cum Gran," I asked her in a lusty, throaty tone of voice. "I want to see your face, watch you as you do."

"Oh you do...do you? And are you going to cum for me too Peter? Are you going to stroke that nice hard cock off for your Gran so I can see what sort of a man you've grown into?"

Just hearing her talk to me like that nearly had me there. "You want to see my nice hard prick squirt huh Gran?" I teased back stroking it a bit harder, a bit firmer...though if I continued, it wouldn't take long before I was. But doing so, she too began playing with herself more urgently, even taking a moment to hand slap her clit directly, patting it wildly, and then pinching her clit between two fingers holding it there, now using her other hand to tap her clit with.

"Yes!" she said simply through glassy looking eyes. "Yes Peter yes! I want to see you cum, see you squirt!"

I could tell she was hovering on the edge herself, so when the first warning tingle of my inevitable explosion began, I let it continue. Seconds later I felt the first surge of my spunk begin to skyrocket through the length of my shaft. "Here...it...cums!" I cried out, looking over towards her, her eyes now glued on my cock as the first streamer of white sticky spunk leapt from the head of my prick. 

In a way, it was like watching it in slow motion. That first streamer of cream arching into the air, watching as it soared the short distance between us, landing against the upper portion of her thigh, surprising us both. Gran followed the splash of my cream against her, grinning...and then looking up to watch the approach of another, and another as they too traveled through space and time, another just reaching, landing on her breast. Gran's cunt exploded then as well, a fine liquid little squirt emerging from her own pussy, which surprised me as Gran now hard-patted herself briefly, held...and then sprayed a bit more. It was my turn to sit in wonder, watching her do this, seeing her pussy pulsate, squirt, and then pulsate again with another long precious pussy squirt.

We were both spent, exhausted, but highly exhilarated too, though as the arousal finally softened, I could see by the expression in Gran's face she was also suddenly feeling guilty about what we'd just done and enjoyed together.

"I guess I really should start dinner," she said standing and quickly slipping back into her shorts, though as she put her shirt back on, I was pleased to see her not button it up, though she did again tie a quick knot with the shirttail between her breasts. "After I shower..." she added, "Which you should do too."

"Is that, an invitation?" I half hoped, watching her as she crossed the patio back over towards her room. She looked back over her shoulder at me, though she grinned as she did so.

"You wish."

**

By the time I had gotten out of the shower and made my way back into the kitchen, Gran had started dinner. She had changed clothes too of course, now wearing a lightweight cotton summer dress. It was something I had never seen her in before, and though it looked sexy and comfortable on her, it didn't reveal anything. I wondered briefly if she had done that on purpose, still struggling with what she'd allowed herself to do...us to do, such a short time ago.

We didn't exactly eat in silence, we talked, even joked and laughed. But she made sure that any reference of anything of a sexual nature was headed off long before it began. We had gone out to the patio to watch the sun go down, something that was quickly becoming my favorite time of the day.

"You up for a little heavy lifting tomorrow?" she asked.

"Sure Gran, what do you have in mind?"

She settled back in her chair, sipping her wine, though she was careful not to display any more of her legs than necessary as she pulled them up into her chair, sitting on them.

"I'd like to drive up to Red Cliffs tomorrow, pick up some more of that red rock for the garden area."

I had noticed after my arrival that Gran had about half of her flower garden so decorated, large red rock boulders as we called them surrounding it along with the walk way leading up to the house.

"I'll even pack us a picnic lunch to eat while we're there," she added. "Not sure how much help I'll be able to give you," she added apologetically, "but I will make us a nice delicious lunch to eat while we're there." She took another sip of her wine, looking over towards me. "So what would you like to eat?" she asked innocently. Though her comment was just too good to pass up as I answered. By the look on her face, I could see she'd already regretted asking the question by the look on mine.

"You!" I said with a smile behind it.

At least she did smile at that, "Peter...you really are incorrigible, you know that?"

"Only when I'm around you," I said softly meaning it. Though she let it go without commenting. We sat once again in silence for a while, listening to the sounds of the night until we'd polished off the bottle of wine.

"Well, I know it's early for you, but it's late for me. And as it's an hour's drive up to the cliffs, I'd like to get to bed and up early, especially if I'm going to make us a nice lunch before we go. I'll come get you about five," she grinned, letting me know that was as late as it appeared I'd be sleeping in around here.

Gran stood and leaned over giving me a quick brief kiss on the forehead rather than on the lips as she usually did. A sure sign to me that she was trying very hard to put a little distance between us. Something that worried me a little, though I figured there was just cause in her struggling with it.

"Good night Peter," she told me, and then turned and headed off towards her bedroom.

**

I lay in the darkness of my room for the better part of an hour trying to go to sleep. But couldn't. It was still way too early for me yet, and I hadn't as yet gotten used to the early to bed, early to rise my Gran had been doing for years. I sat up in bed looking out the window across the way, but the light was off in her room. No doubt she was sound asleep. But it was a moment or two later that I saw something I was totally unfamiliar with. I saw the red glow of a cigarette cherry flaring. I stared, and then saw Gran as she slowly walked down the path towards the lake. The light of the full moon revealing the fact she was wearing a white top of some sort, no doubt a man's tee shirt as some sort of night shirt. Once again, I saw the little spark of light as she took a drag on her smoke. Another oddity. Gran had been after my own mother for years to give up the habit, though she hadn't. And in all that time, I had never once seen my grandmother smoke, but it was now obvious to me that she did, at least on occasion. But it wasn't even that so much as seeing her as she made her way down to the pond that intrigued me. I soon slipped out of bed, out of the room, and quietly began to follow her.

I was thankful for the full moon as it allowed me to see well enough as I walked down the path. Careful so as not to step on anything that would alert her to my presence. By the time I had reached the trees, she had walked through them. I stood within the safety of them looking out down towards the pond. Gran stood looking out over the calmness, only the occasional sound of a fish jumping could be heard. There was no breeze of any kind, so even the trees stood peaceful, unmoving in the night.

With the reflection of the moon on the pond, and then on her, especially in the white tee shirt, she reminded me in a way of a Greek statue, majestic in its simple elegance as she stood there. I saw again a quick brief flare of light, and then she knelt down stubbing out her cigarette and buried it. As she did, I saw clearly the twin cheeks of her own full moon as she knelt down before standing up once again. Already I could feel myself stiffening, and quietly walked out of the trees towards her, not sure what I was going to say, or do when I came up to her. But I knew right there and then I was going to kiss her.

So engrossed in her own thoughts, she didn't hear me until I was standing directly behind her, though even then, she turned only half expectantly, somewhat surprised to see me standing there.

"Peter?"

It was the only word I let her speak. In the next instant I had drawn her towards me, my mouth coming fiercely down upon hers, kissing her deeply. For a millisecond of time, she attempted to pull back, her hands coming up defensively, braced against my chest as though she were about to push me off and away from her. But the kiss held, and as it did, she just seemed to sort of melt into me. I felt her hands, arms relax, and then suddenly they were around my neck, her hands in my hair as we continued the kiss.  I allowed my hands to then travel down Gran's back until they were cupping the twin cheeks of her ass. I lifted her up easily, though it broke the kiss when I did so, settling her legs about my waist almost automatically.

"Peter...I told you, we...we can't. We just can't!"

I could feel her soft tuft of fur pressing against the thin material of my shorts. My erection once again hard, stiff now pressing back against her. The only obstacle separating the two of us, though I continued holding her in place, now moving against her softly, rhythmically.




Granny



"I would never hurt you, never leave you...never do anything that you wouldn't want to do," I whispered softly to her, still grinding myself against her, and feeling her begin to grind back against me.

"I know...it's just that..."

"What?" I pressed kissing her neck, stabbing at her gingerly, though again the now tented material of my underwear kept me from entering her, though to some extent I was. I could feel her moisture already seeping through, the heat of her bathing my cock even as the tip pressed against the satiny folds of her sweet lips.

"How would we ever explain it?" she finally managed, her voice quivering, her obvious arousal now taking over.

"No reason for us too," I continued to whisper back to her. "It just is."

It was then that she released one of her hands from about my neck. Somewhat awkwardly, I felt her reaching down, fumbling between us. In the next instant she had freed my prick from the confines of my shorts, the waistband of which she had now pulled down beneath my hard firm balls.  I felt her slide up, and then down. As she did, I felt her wet sweet passage suddenly envelope my prick. I felt her warm wet glove completely devour me, my cock sliding up deeply inside her. She once again shuddered with the sudden thrill and intrusion of it, though I merely held her there in place, unmoving as we both stood growing accustomed to the unexpected joining.

After a moment or two of this, I fucked. And she fucked back. I slid inside her again, felt her coming down on me after lifting herself up, nearly ramming herself against me as she did.

"Oh Peter, fuck me! Fuck me baby fuck me!" she cried out suddenly.

I was strong, but I was rapidly growing weak in the knees. Though I still held her, I lifted her up and off of my cock reluctantly, though I now cradled her instead within my arms, turning as I now carried her back up the path towards the house.

"I'm going to do that...and a lot more," I told her as I slowly and carefully carried her back. I had no intention of taking her back inside the house. The sensuality of being with her outside was something I think we both wanted, needed. I finally put her down as we reached the patio. Quickly taking off one of the lounge chairs cushions, which I then tossed onto the grass beside it.

"Lay down," I grinned, watching her with lust hungry eyes as she did so.

I think she expected me to simply slide back into her. She had spread her legs, invitingly, no doubt waiting for me to do just that. And though I did join her there on the cushion, I had purposely positioned myself considerably further down. "Peter? Oh my God! Peter!" I allowed the tip of my tongue to gently snake out, caressing the exposed split between her legs, her hard little nubbin of flesh, as I lightly, softly tickled it. "Oh Peter...even your grandfather..."

"What? Didn't eat you? Lick you? Taste you?" I said doing so between each sentence.

"Oh fuck! No! No! He...didn't!" she mewled as my tongue danced on the surface of her clit, swirling about in tantalizing little passes, sometimes allowing myself to gingerly suck it, drawing it up between my lips, holding it there. I felt Gran's hands come down to my head, holding it in place, her deep throated moan unlike any I had ever heard before. "Oh my God! Peter! Peter! PETER!" she screamed.

I reached up, pinning her hard firm nipples within my hands, now pulling on each, lifting them up and away from her breasts, still continuing to suckle her clit, nursing it as though nursing upon her breast. She drove herself against me, the soft fur of her cunt tickling my nose, the aroma of her split intoxicating, the fluids of her desire already beginning to pool upon the floor of my tongue.

"Let it go Gran," I urged her, still lapping, still tickling, still sucking. "Let it go Gran," I said again, feeling her tense, feeling her begin to stiffen beneath me. I felt her ass come up off the cushion, bad back and all as she arched upwards, whatever pain there might once have been, swept away in the beginning ecstasy of her pleasure. 

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Pinch them Peter! Pinch them, pull on them...make me cum!"

I was doing so, though my attention was certainly more focused on her cunt, her clit hard swollen now full within my mouth. I soon felt the liquid, joyous release of her climax begin, the damn suddenly bursting, though I was now aware that it might, ready for it when it came, as she did. Once again Gran's earsplitting scream filled the silence of the night, the hard felt explosion of her pleasure now bathing me. I swallowed her, gulping, half drowning as I did so, but continued doing so until at last, and finally she collapsed beneath me, exhausted, spent, though her chest continued to heave in great up and down motion as she fought for her breath.

I continued to lay there, still ever so lightly licking at her, cleaning her up. Savoring her fragrance, her taste, her rich creamy nectar. After what seemed like an eternity to us both, she finally reached down, pushing me away. Without a word, she sat up, smiling, only then speaking.

"Your turn."

It had been a long, long time since I had felt a woman's lips on my cock. I'd almost forgotten what the sensation even felt like. But even more delightfully, there was no hesitation on her part whatsoever either, and she artfully began playing with my cock, holding it within her strong small hands as she continued licking it. I felt the press of her tongue running up one side and then down the other of my shaft. She would pause long enough to mouth the tip, sucking it, fucking the tiny cum-split with her tongue, then again flicking it, while she slowly, teasingly pumped it up and down. My moans now matched hers in their intensity. I sat up slightly, needing to watch her, resting the weight of myself on my elbows. Gran seemed to enjoy the show she was putting on for me, looking up, gazing into my eyes as she licked, sucked, and even nibbled on the head of my prick.

"I love the feel of you...the taste of you," she told me wantonly. "It's been...so long, too fucking long," she purred once again slavering my member, spitting on it decadently. Even that was erotic, heightening the sensations of what she was doing to me.  She spit again, I saw the stringy drool of her now very wet, sloppy sucking as she lifted herself away from my prick. Her twin breasts now acting as a magnet for some of it, clinging to her, dripping down between her breasts provocatively, and then watching as it slowly ran down, once again dripping onto my cock where she attacked it, sucking me again, spitting again, then jerking me wildly as the liquefied sensation of her sucking caress soon had me spinning up and over the edge.

"Oh Gran! Gran!" It was all I could manage. She felt it the exact moment I did. The sudden surge, the release, the incredible eruption as her mouth once again consumed me fully. I felt my sperm tearing through my shaft, as she sucked it, sucking it down, draining me dry. Her hand milking, pumping me until every last trace of my spending had been consumed by her.

We both just simply drifted off after that. Gran collapsing down beside me in the crook of my arm, our breaths gradually coming together, slowing...and then blackness.

**

When I woke, it was to the feel of the morning sun just then reaching my face, along with the even warmer sensation of Gran's cunt slipping up and down over my once again hard firm erection.

"Was wondering when you'd wake up," she told me grinning. She looked beautiful, sitting there upon me, her soft breasts gently swaying to and fro as she slow-fucked me, sitting there on my shaft. It felt incredibly strange, wonderful, all encompassing however to awaken like this. I reached up, morning pussy breath and all, kissing her, as she kissed me back, our gentle morning fuck continuing, as we did so.

It was lazy, it was slow...it was perfect. Without the frantic, passionate, and even heated excitements we had experienced the night before, this was in many ways, far more enjoyable. Fucking Gran as the sun finally rose, the highlight of sunlight in her hair, casting shadows over her breasts, her arms and legs as she sat coupling with me was like fucking an angel that had come down from the heavens just for me. Only when we both seemed to feel the sensation of urgency increase did we likewise intensify the coupling. Gran now, driving herself hard down onto me. And me...thrusting upwards, meeting her somewhere in the middle. The sounds of her wetness along with my own, adding to the erotic playfulness of the mornings silence. Even the trees seemed to sway with the tempo of our movements, at times applauding the performance with a gentle shake of leaves, whispered sighs of contentment and appreciation for what they were seeing.

Unlike before, I didn't scream out, nor did she. We just sensed, felt and enjoyed the spurting release of my prick so deep inside her, feeling it as it bathed the opening of her womb, even as she flooded my shaft, sprinkling it with her own nectar, which soon made its way out of her cunt, dripping, running down my shaft and likewise coating my balls.

"We overslept," she said giggling. "Naughty boy," and then stood extricating herself from me, though she found no embarrassment in the decadent appearance of our mingled pleasure as it ran hotly down the inside of her thighs. "Time to shower...dress, and go see about some rocks," she told me. Once again I lay there watching her head towards her bedroom, she looked back, pausing briefly. "Well? You coming? Or not?"

This time, I followed her.

**

We arrived at the cliffs mid-morning. It was already getting warm, but the slightly higher altitude still felt cooler as Gran began picking out rocks for me to lug back to the pickup and toss in. After well over an hour, she had probably more than enough to finish the landscaping she'd begun. By now the sun was well up, though the cool sandstone cliffs felt good against the skin when sitting on. Much to my delight and surprise, Gran shucked off her clothing, now standing naked before me. I quickly followed suit, hoping as I did so, she had something else in mind now as well.  But I did realize one thing, if we got too rambunctious on the rocks, it would play hell with my knees, not to mention my ass, grinding away at it like sandpaper, even though Gran had brought along a blanket for us to sit on and enjoy our lunch together when it was time for that.

At the moment however, I could have put up with a little less flesh on my ass too. Just seeing her, all wonderfully naked, the bright sunshine above as she stood there in front of me watching my cock harden. Which wasn't all that difficult a feat, especially with her standing there touching herself the way that she was.

"You ah...have anything particular in mind you'd like to be doing?" I asked.

"You might could say that," she said now stepping over me, straddling me as she stood there.  "What I'd like...is for you to let me do all the work. I don't want you to even move, especially if you'd like to spare grinding away your ass," she giggled. In the next instant, Gran had lowered herself over me. I watched as she straddled me, though taking all the weight of herself on her haunches as she did so. The only contact between us, coming when she actually placed the opening of her cunt directly on top of the hard swollen head of my shaft. Even then, she just sort of rubbed herself against it without putting it in.

"Holy shit!" I told her, not only amazed at how delightful it felt, but honestly at her strength and stamina as she knelt there the way that she was.

"Feels good doesn't it?" she said smiling. "And kinda naughty too. Especially out here."

She certainly had that right. Watching as she slowly began to engulf me, only then easing herself more fully down onto my prick, though even then she didn't fully collapse herself upon me. Lifting up, I watched my cock reemerge from her depths, already seeing the white frothy mixture of her arousal beginning to cling to my prick as she rose up, and then slowly pushed herself down onto it once again.

It was at that point we both heard a small tumble of rock just up from where we were and to the side of us. Looking over simultaneously, we saw two heads suddenly duck down behind the cliff ledge up above us.

Gran actually laughed. "I think...we have an audience," she told me.

"I think you're right...we do," I smiled back, hoping to hell she wouldn't quit doing whatever the fuck it was she was doing at the moment. It felt too damn good.

"You mind?"

"Not if you don't," I told her. "And besides, it's sort of hot knowing we're being watched."

"Yes...it is," she added, and then began fucking me a bit faster now, though again, the only body parts that were touching at all was my cock and her cunt.

As good as it felt...and it did, even Gran couldn't keep this up forever. Eventually her strength and knees began to give out. "How'd you like a little old fashioned doggy style?" I asked.

"Hmm, that sounds nice, been a while even for that," she told me finally standing up, then adding, "We still have an audience?"

I looked up towards the rocks, "Yep...still there, maybe we should wave." I suggested, which she laughed at.

"Wait until you're in me again, fucking me from behind...then we will."

"You're wicked."

"You're naughty."

"Yes I am," I retorted.

"Fucking your Granny,"

"Yeah...fucking my Granny. Something I intend on doing every day of my life."

She looked at me, her eyes suddenly watering. "You really mean that don't you?"

"Yeah...I do," I said just as seriously, then reminding her. "Maybe we'd better fuck before our audience gets all nervous and leaves." She smiled at that, positioning herself facing towards them, using a small shelf of rocks to lean over, though ensuring they would have a more than perfect view of us from above.

"Wait until I tell you, then on the count of three, we turn and wave," she laughed.

I stood behind her, easing myself in, though there was no reason for doing so. Gran was sloppy and deliciously wet already. I shoved in an out of her a half a dozen times or so. "Ready?" I nodded my head, still grunting. "One...Two...THREE!"

As one, we both looked up and waved, catching our voyeuristic audience up above by surprise. After a moment, they waved back, even standing. It was a young man and a woman, likewise just as naked as we were.

"Must be a favorite place to...cum," Gran said emphasizing the real word she'd intended to use. I laughed at that, agreeing with her. 

"Sure as hell is for me!" As I continued to fuck her, though we both now looked up seeing the other couple now in the same position we were, fucking as well.

"Maybe they should change the name of this place from red rocks, to getting rocks off or something," I suggested.

"Yeah, maybe they should, now shut up and fuck me," Gran demanded. "Fuck me hard Peter, fuck me really...really...hard!"

I could only imagine what we must have looked like from up above. Though the show they were putting on looked just as wickedly erotic as I'm sure we did. Gran's somewhat larger breasts gyrating wildly below her as I now slammed in and out of her sloppy wet cunt furiously. Even the sound of our coupling could be heard, the slap of her cheeks as I drove into her.  Though I knew only I could hear the wet slippery deliciousness of her cunt as it continued to boil out thick creamy pussy lava as I continued fucking into it.

I felt Gran reach down between her legs, sometimes frigging herself, sometimes cupping or holding onto my balls. "I want to feel you squirt on my back...my ass," she told me breathlessly. "I want to feel your hot wet cum pouring all over me!"

She knew I was nearly there already, but just hearing her say that took me right over the edge. I pulled out, just in time, the first spurt already leaving the tip of my cock as I simply held it, watching it shoot, watching it spray. Gran's hand still down between her own legs working herself, streamers of my spunk splashing against her, now triggering her own release as she spread her legs even further apart. As she did, I sat stroking my cock, still trying to coax out the last remaining drops of cum juice from it as she began pouring out her own climax. It was weirdly erotic, in a way like watching a horse pee, though she wasn't. But the gush this time was even more than I'd seen her produce before. The red rock we were standing on absorbing it, darkening as Gran continued to pour out her climax onto it.

I looked up, wiping my finished prick back and forth across the twin cheeks of Gran's ass. Our audience was gone, obviously they had enjoyed their own explosive orgasmic bliss long before we had.  "Ah...they missed the final show," I mused sadly.

"Somehow, I don't think they minded," Gran laughed. "I certainly didn't."

We soon moved back to our blanket, still naked and opened a couple of ice cold beers from the cooler and began making lunch.

"What you said earlier? Gran asked.

"About what?"

Gran frowned, knowing full well I knew what she was asking about. "About you wanting to fuck me every day of your life?"

"I meant it when I said it," I told her. "I can't imagine being with anyone else except for you."

She lowered her voice, her eyes, softening her tone. "Peter...I don't know how long, how much time..."

I cut her off. "Neither one of us does Gran. Something could happen a year from now, a month from now. Hell...something could happen three days from now for all we know. Would you want to waste whatever precious time we do have thinking about that? Because I don't! All I care about is you...us, and now. Not down the road to then. Let's cross that long road when we come to it. Ok?"

She nodded her head. "Ok, but we still have your parents, my daughter to deal with," she said once again seriously.

"I've already thought about that," I told her then. "You said you were looking for someone to help you run the place. Well as far as I'm concerned, you already found him. Even mom and dad couldn't get too terribly upset by that when I tell them I've decided to stay here with you and do just that. You know mom...she'll be delighted that someone she trusts will be out here with you.  And even dad will warm up to the idea eventually...knowing mom. Working here...with you, being with you is the best thing that could, or probably ever will happen to me. So...what do you say Gran?  Partners?"

"Better than that," she smiled back. "Lovers...maybe secret ones...but lovers."

"Deal then?"

"Deal. Now...get your ass over here and fuck me again."

"Yes mam!" I grinned happily. "Yes...mam!" 



Granny and Her Upskirt Stalker



The following is about a very sexy, dominant older woman sexually controlling a reluctant, submissive19-year-old man. It has scenes of forced cunnilingus, analingus, enforced cum eating and panty worship.

*****

Nicole noticed him right away, of course. Observation was at the core of what she did for many years.

Nicole Barrows was retired from running a security company, had been for a few years now, enjoying the life of a divorced, 69-year-old woman blessed with the money to do so. Which meant hiring the best personal trainers to work her amazingly well-preserved body into the shape that seemed to be hypnotizing the young man.

She'd come to her local grocery store, an upscale place where young yoga moms would shop and the price was beyond reasonable, charging too much for high-end goods. But Nicole loved shopping there, it suited her high-end life.

Her notice of him came quickly, as she strolled down one aisle and then the next, a basket hanging from her arm. It was a warm day, and she was fresh from tennis, still sporting her tennis whites of short skirt that revealed her firm, muscular and very shapely legs, tanned from the sun, long, sweeping thighs with only the slightest of sagging flesh, calves diamond-shaped and rippling above her short white socks and sneakers.

Her legs were, she knew, her best asset. And the young man following her, a goofy-looking sort of she would guess to be no more than 19, perhaps 18. He was tall and lanky and wearing glasses - and had a spy camera attached to one toe of his dorky sandals. 

She knew spy cams, they were part and parcel of her former trade. And now, she smiled to herself knowing what great lengths this young man was going to to get shots of her crotch.

She knew about the world of upskirt photography; it had made the news in her little town recently when one older, perverted man with a record, had been caught doing what this young man was doing now. Police were called, he was arrested, the case made very public and leading to a new town law that forbade such things, punishable by fine and possible imprisonment, not to mention humiliation.

She stood by the pasta shelves, pretending to reach high up for a particularly brand, stretching to her full 5-8 height. Her long silvery hair was tucked into a youthful ponytail under her white cap. She noticed him sidling up to her, pretending to look awkwardly extending the foot with the camera on it to get shots up the length of her muscular legs, into her crotch covered by a tiny white cotton thong panty.

Smiling to herself, she moved over to the chicken cooler, bending to look inside, feeling her little skirt ride up the backs of her taut hamstrings, giving the young man a show and unfettered access to take photos or videos, whatever he was doing. She sensed him behind her now, looking over her back, or pretending to. She looked down between her slightly spread feet and saw his, the one with the camera.

She continued the ruse of pretention, walking slowly to various areas of the store, allowing the goofy lad to follow, film, continue his surreptitious taping. She couldn't help thinking this sort of person would have never made a good employee, he was far too obvious.

She could have confronted him any time, of course, busted him, alerted store officials to call the police, or just chided him, making him erase the evidence in his camera, and send him on his way, chastened.

But she had a far tastier lesson in mind, smiling to herself thinking about it as she made her way to the check-out line with, of course, the young man coming behind her, that foot extended as she stood to wait her turn.

The faintest of moans escaped his lips as she purposely stood on spread feet, then boldly reaching behind her to scratch the back of one thigh, lifting the short white skirt to do it. The entirety of her left thigh came into view and she flexed it, feeling the muscular hamstring tighten and flex and a moan come from behind her.

"Sorry, what?" she said, turning around to smile at the nervous young man in the ill-fitting glasses that her pushed up his nose. "Did you say something to me?"

"Uh, no, no, just clearing..my throat," he said, faking a cough that he covered with his hand.

She looked down sidelong at his feet as she pushed her few purchases onto the conveyor belt.

"Those are rather interesting looking sandals," she smiled. "Is that what you young people are wearing these days? My grandchildren, they're about your age, which is..."

She waited for the answer. He stammered, "Uh, 19...well, in a couple of months."

"Yes, 19, about their age," she laughed. "Young people and their clothing, I just don't know. Me, I just prefer sneakers on hot days like this, like these beat-up tennis shoes. They're nasty, you know, old and sweaty and not very pleasant smelling, I really need to get a new pair."

He smiled weakly, now tucking the camera-carrying foot behind the other, not wanting to arouse suspicion. He'd carefully masked it to blend into the leather of the sandal, of course; this wasn't the first time he'd done it, taking great pains to ensure his secrecy and in the past year or so, had scored an amazing amount of footage to later pleasure himself to in the bedroom of his parents' home.

"I would imagine those sandals aren't very comfortable for walking," she said, looking down at his feet, making him more nervous than ever.

"Uh, they're OK...I don't live far, a couple blocks," he said, his voice gone squeaky, his throat dry as he looked down with her, his eyes gazing at her amazing old legs.

He loved old legs. Most of his stolen footage was of the upskirt variety of women like this, 50s, 60s and sometimes 70s, well-built older women, grannies, with incredible legs. And never had he seen legs like this woman's. This would be the crown jewel in his sordid package of private videos.

She made her purchases, paid the gruff clerk, and walked out, bidding the nervous young man goodbye. And she waited, in her car, watching. Sure enough, he came out moments later with a bag in hand and walked through the lot to the street, toward home, she suspected.

She waited until he'd gotten almost to the street before she pulled up next to him, rolling down the window of her Lexus SUV, black, with tinted windows. He looked surprised and anxious when he saw her.

"Did you get some good shots, young man?" she said pointedly.

"What?" he said, quite nervous now. "Shots...what...shots?"

She laughed a dark laugh, the corners of her mouth and eyes flexing into gentle, sexy wrinkles as she did.

"Son, I wasn't born yesterday," she said with a sigh. "I know what you were doing. Your sandal with the camera? Clumsy at best. I'm amazed you haven't been caught already."

"I..I...I..." he stammered.

"Name," she said, the smile melting into a stern look.

"What?"

"Name, boy, your name," she said with a snarl. "First. And last."

"I..." he stammered again.

She picked up her cell, not looking at it.

"We can do this the easy way," she said, "or the hard way. Which will involve calling the police. Now. Name. First and last."

He blinked, totally frightened now, fidgeting on his feet. She felt her pussy moisten. She so loved being in charge, particularly of nervous young men.

"Matty...Matty Lincoln," he said softly. "Please...please, ma'am, please..."

"Mrs. Barrows," she said.

"Mrs. Barrows, please!" he said, begging. "Please don't, I'm so sorry, I..."

"You do this often, I imagine," she said in scolding tone. "Get in."

He hesitated. She keyed the phone, cocking her head at him. He gulped, walking to the other side of the car, getting in. It was hot. She hadn't turned on the AC. He watched those incredible thighs flex as she pressed the gas pedal, wheeling the SUV to a parking spot in the store lot, away from others. She shut the engine off, and he felt the stifling humid air surround him, touched by the scent of her, sweaty and ripe.

And making his dick rock hard.

"You jerk off to the footage, don't you," she said pointedly, turning to face him, spreading her legs slightly. "You shoot up the skirts or shorts of women and you jerk off to it."

"Yes," he moaned, no need to hide it anymore and in fact relishing her up-front candor in discussing it.

She smiled. She turned more, lifting her right leg up, opening both. Her thong flashed into view, and springing out on the sides her thick profusion of sweaty pussy hair. His eyes bulged, staring, confused by but reveling in what appeared to be her permission to look.

"Do it," she said.

"What?"

"Do it," she continued. "Jerk off. This is what you like, isn't it, looking up the skirts, at the legs and crotches of women? And is it just older women? Answer me boy, is it?"

"YES!" he cried out. 

"That's somewhat flattering, I guess," she laughed. "Oh, give me your sandal. Now."

He nervously slipped it off, handing it to her. She looked at it, smiling.

"Turn it on," she said. "Go on, I know what's in your pocket, now turn it on."

He gulped and obeyed. She put the sandal on the dash, angling the camera toward him.

"Jerk off, boy," she said, spreading her legs wider, pulling aside her thong, exposing her soggy bush to him, a beautiful, dewy bouquet of silvery hair, dark lips moistening behind it. "Take your cock out. Now."

He looked at her, transfixed, then her big, wet pussy and obeyed. He unsnapped his dorky shorts, sliding them down his pale, skinny thighs, with his underwear and out sprang a smallish cock, about five inches long, on the thin side. She laughed.

"No wonder you live by upskirt video!" she roared. "That's pathetic. Now pull it. Do it, Matty. Jerk. That. Cock."

He blinked in disbelief as she fingered her pussy, watching him stroke his prick. 

"Have you ever seen such a hairy pussy, Matty, hmm, have you?" she smiled, eyes heavy lidded as her fingers flew in her gash, squishing sounds filling the air, along with the musky ripeness of her scent.

"No," he groaned with a throaty growl, feeling himself get closer and wondering where he'd shoot his load.

"Have you ever...even seen ANY pussy, Matty?" she snarled, fingers flying harder and deeper, three gouging her wet cunt, glistening and thick with her fluids.

"No...God, no..." he moaned, feeling his balls throb.

Suddenly, his world erupted in a blistering sensation of smell, sight and taste. She'd torn her soaking fingers from her cunt and rammed them into his face, holding his hair with her other hand as she wiped her gel on his mouth, up his nose, and then in his lips.

"Taste me, bitch," she barked, licking his cheeks clean of her fluid. "Smell me..."

He groaned, jerking harder, inhaling her scent, a ripe, sweaty aroma, tasting her juices, sucking her fingers madly as she fucked his mouth with them.

"Oh...GOD!!" he yelled around her plunging fingers.

She yanked them out and now strapped them around the base of his tiny cock, squeezing brutally hard. He looked down at the tanned, freckled hand, the strong fingers crushing his orgasm to nothing. A tiny white blob of cum welled in his desperate dick head as he thrust off the seat, anxious for release. She would give him none.

"I didn't tell you to cum, did I?" she growled, kissing him deeply and wetly, savoring her own scent and flavor, her clenched thighs quivering against her clit. "You don't cum until I do, and even then, maybe I won't let you..."

She looked down at his cock going purple in her strangle hold, the veins in her neck bulging from the effort of squeezing it, the tanned, sinewy forearm flexing. He let out a low growl, fearful and longing. She finally let go, dipping her head to his cock and slowly, very slowly, lapping the single gob of cum from it. She lifted up, extending her tongue where the gob lay in a pearly round.

He didn't resist, couldn't resist as she thrust it into his mouth to be sucked clean. He blanched but swallowed. She sat back, laughing, spreading her meaty thighs wide, putting the right foot up on his seat and then at the back of his head, pulling him over the console awkwardly until his face was inches from that very hairy, very sweaty, and wonderfully smelly cunt.

"Eat me," she said simply. "You never have, I know, but just stick out your tongue. I'll do the rest."

The taste was metallic, salty, his tongue lancing the furry folds of her lips, thrusting into her silky, slimy hole. She let out a long, sibilant hiss as she felt it enter him, and now cupped the back of his head in her hands, grinding her clit against his nose. His eyes darted side to side as he watched those tanned, rugged thighs slowly fold around him, capturing him around the neck and ears, squeezing. The power was amazing as he felt her socked feet lock behind him and the thick tension of her muscular inner thighs crush his skull.

He moaned in pain, and pleasure, as she used his face, punishing him in her thighs, squeezing harder and harder, grinding her hairy pussy to his lips, her clit to his nose, pressing so hard he thought she'd break it. His eyes watered from the pain, and overpowering, cheesy ripe sweaty scent of her cunt, as it completely covered his face, sealing his mouth at the drippy hole.

She grunted, pumping and thrusting, powering her quim against his trapped face. The fluid shot from her cunt, thick and creamy, filling his mouth as her powerful thighs quivered around his head from the squeezing effort of her orgasm. He looked up as best he could, unable to move any part of his scissored head other than his eyes, and he saw her face, biting her upper lip as she came, eyes closed. She had her head tucked toward her chest, her neck meat pressed down, beautiful folds of silky, tanned flesh, an exquisite ripple of wrinkles that he thought looked incredible beautiful.

"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" she screamed, punctuating her orgasm with her shouts and matching jolts of her locked legs, bending her feet up and slamming them out straight, pulsating ripples of power crashing through her muscular old thighs and into his skull.

He felt himself go dizzy as she finished off on her face, now locking her legs out fully, squeezing, thighs trembling, his face soaked with her in a thick bubbling blanket of woman cream. His hands pulled at the thighs for release and he fought for air. Just before passing out, she released him, legs springing open. Matty flopped back in his seat, gasping for air, his face completely soaked with her.

She relaxed against the door, a pensive, dreamy smile on her pretty face. She looked at him, his cock stabbing into the air, unsatisfied. Looking down between her spread thighs, she looked back at him. She lifted her legs up, holding them under the knees. His eyes focused on the dark cleft of her ass, a furry ring around her rectum, thickly plugged with her orgasm.

"You've made a mess," she snarled. "Lick it up. Lick my cum out of my asshole. Now."

He dove to his task, moaning, fitting his mouth to her pucker, spearing it with his tongue, ignoring the salty, rank taste and scent, sucking her cum from it, drawing it into his mouth to savor it and swallow it down. He heard her laughter building from a chuckle to a throaty roar as he feasted on her orgasmic slime covering her hairy asshole.

"Oh, God, you young ones, you will do ANYTHING, won't you!" she laughed, shaking his face away and pushing him back into his seat. "ANYTHING! You're so cute in a really pathetic way, all of you. Especially you."

She looked at the sandal on the dash as she said it. He blushed deeply, head bowed. Looking at his dripping cock, small, hard, ready.

"So pathetic," she sighed, slipping out of her thong and showing it to him, the crotch panel wet and slightly yellow. "Pathetic."

She grabbed his head with one hand, ramming the filthy fabric to his face with the other, grinding it into his nose and mouth, transferring the foul scent to him. Then with a dark smile, she dropped that hand to his cock, bunching up the panty around it and rapidly stroking.

"This what you want, boy, you wanna cum, you wanna cum in what you were just taking videos of, my disgusting, piss-scented panty, is that it, that what you want?" she said through clenched teeth, his mouth next to his ear as he looked down at that muscular forearm and pumping hand.

"Yes, yes, YES!!" he screamed.

He came in the panty she bunched around his cock, his balls pumping out the biggest load of his young life, a seemingly endless stream of cum that completely soaked the foul-smelling fabric. She continued to pump him, milking him dry. He twitched and fidgeted under her hand job, the good feeling long gone, that super-sensitiveness now taking over as she continued to stroke his spent dick.

"That doesn't feel so good, does it, Matty?" she teased, dropping the soaking wet panty on his legs and using her bare hand to stroke him up and down, cupping her strong fingers around the head, pulsating them on him, making his entire body tremble and low groans of agony escape his lips. "No, it never does, it never does when I milk them after I make them cum. Take it, bitch!"

She grabbed the base of his cock in her hand, squeezing it to keep it semi-hard, and now used the other to work the tip, her old fingers dancing up and down it, making him bellow in pain. Laughing, she now cruised the soaking wet palm of that hand around the head in fast circles, the flesh tickling the sensitive underside brutally hard, his body consumed by the tickling sensation.

"More baby, I want more, I want more of your hot, disgusting cum, I wanna milk your balls DRY!!" she screamed, biting his ear.

Impossibly, he stayed hard under her hand that she now strapped to his cock, using his cum for lubrication, masturbating him furiously, his moans and the squishy sounds of her hand job filling the confined space. She glared at him, eyes wide open, a maniacal smile on her face as she worked his young cock.

"Gimme that cum, boy, gimme that cum," she barked.

Amazingly, just five minutes after giving up the load of his life, he gave up another, and she quickly grabbed the cum-soaked panty on his legs and jerked him off into it, her strokes slowing as he filled it again, her mouth open in a wide smile as she worked his nuts dry.

And once again, she continued to stroke him, using that palm again to cruelly circle his ticklish cock head to an excruciating degree, making him push back into his seat to escape her punishing hand.

"One more...one more...one more..." she laughed, keeping him hard, stroking him.

He was in another world now, head back on the seat, lolling side to side as her cum-soaked hand worked his cock up and down, holding it stiff with the other. His balls ached horribly, empty and useless, but she wouldn't stop, laughing as she jerked him, her fingers and hand completely coated with cum, a thick blanket of white.

"It's there, boy, it's there, you young ones are so predictable, dumb and full of cum," she hissed, jerking faster and harder, his dick red under her mad stroking.

It took awhile longer and was a much smaller load, an oozing, really, as his balls trembled and gave up whatever they had left. It dribbled out over her pumping hand and she cooed as she watched it mix with the old cum already there, her whole hand now covered with his spunk. She stopped, mercifully, and grabbed the soaking wet panty to wipe it all up.

"I never want you to forget this, Matty," she said with a smile, lifting the panty to his mouth and stuffing it inside, the boy too weak to stop her, feeling his three loads coat his cheeks and slither down his throat, the smell a mix of her piss, pussy scent and his seed. "This will help. Leave it in your mouth until you get home. I WILL be following you to watch."

She straightened herself out as he did, slipping up his shorts over his raw cock, wincing at the sensation of his underwear on the sensitive flesh. He turned to look at her; she was completely composed now, the picture of elegance once again, her smile warm and inviting. She pointed to the door but not before grabbing his sandal and tearing off the camera and dropping it into her purse.




Granny and Her Upskirt Stalker



"You won't have the pleasure of masturbating to this footage, boy, sorry about that," she laughed.

She leaned over to kiss his cheeks that bulged with her cum-soaked thong.

"But," she cooed, opening the door and pushing him out, "reality is so much better, isn't it? See ya around the store, boy."



Granny Comes to Town



This is an erotic episode from a much longer story that I am working on. It stands alone, so I am posting it here for your pleasure - I hope. 

***

I was working as an estate agent then. It was my friend's business. I hadn't been able to get a job since university and as my friend Alan said, I was a good chatup merchant so selling houses should be a doddle. It was too, and I enjoyed the work especially with the fringe benefits from hot little stay at home mums. 

I spent my days measuring up houses, conducting viewings. I got to know the local market quite well and as my willingness to help out in other areas became known, business boomed. By helping out in other areas of course I mean screwing the yummy mummies while their husbands tried to get into the knickers of some teenage bimbo at work. They were usually very grateful. I was often the only relief from kids and hubbies drunken fumbles on a Saturday night. 

Slowly my reputation grew as grateful mums told their friends and I started getting calls to sell houses that somehow never turned into actual commissions. I would be met by the lady of the house in some skimpy little number, offered coffee or a drink and then shown around the house. We always seemed to end up in the master bedroom, where she would have briefly disappeared while I measured up another room. Walking in, I would inevitably find her reclining in not very much across the king size. It's very difficult to turn down that sort of offer, even if you want to and usually I didn't want to. Why should I? I was 22, with no commitments and a queue of hot women ready to drop their knickers at every opportunity. 

It really started getting interesting when I was about 23, almost 35 years ago now. I was sitting as usual on a Friday night in the bar of the Royal Hotel when I spotted her. She was blonde, not natural but done well, smart sexy clothes without going over the top, very good legs, expensive shoes. She looked about 40. She was sitting with a much younger bloke, probably only about 20. At first I had him clocked as a toy boy, but then I realised from the miserable face and attitude he had to be a son. 

The place was crowded with the usual mixture of teenagers on their way somewhere else, lost tourists, and the regulars with nowhere else to go. Suddenly a place opened up at her table as a couple of tourists left. I grabbed my drink and made the most of the chance. 

"Anyone sitting here?" I asked. 

She shook her head while Sonny Jim glowered at me. I expect he was used to men locking onto her. Close to, she was older than she at first appeared, perhaps 45. What usually gives a women's age away are her hands and neck. Her neck was very nuzzle worthy - smooth and tanned, sliding down to a very nice bit of cleavage. Her hands were the give away -- slightly wrinkled compared to the rest of her, but with immaculate nails. All in all though a very nice package, certainly worth putting in a bit of effort on my part.

She saw me looking at her hands and spread them appreciatively. 

"I own a beauty salon," she said "and I had my nails done before we came away. A women's hands always age first and I like to look after mine."

"Aha" I thought, "this one is vain" Always a good sign that. Women who are vain are more likely to believe you when you tell them nice things about their appearance and that way they start to believe you about everything else later. This looked promising; perhaps it wouldn't be a dry weekend after all. 

"You said 'came away'. Are you on holiday then?"

"No, unfortunately, we are here for a funeral" 

"Dammit," I thought. "Not much chance here then. Still -- persevere."

"A close relative?" I inquired, trying to sound solicitous and not too smarmy. 

"Oh no -- my great-uncle. But Joe and I are, well were, his only relatives." 

"So have you much to do with the estate? I know that can be a real bind." 

"Well we have to sell his house and he had a business."

I perked up at that. Not only an attractive blonde, but also the chance of making a few bob in commissions. I pulled out a business card and handed it to her.

"I might be able to help you there," I said, trying not to sound too eager -- times are hard for us estate agents. "Why don't you give me a call tomorrow morning." I took back the card and wrote my mobile number on it. "Use that number -- anytime in fact."

I pointed to my name on the card "I'm Freeman Jones." 

"So who are Carter and Carter?" she said. 

"They have long gone. A friend of mine owns the business and I'm helping him out. Carter and Carter is an old business so it seemed best to keep the name in a small town like this."

Little Master Sunshine was still glowering at me, but I don't think it was anything I had said. He just looked a miserable sod, so I ignored him.

"Who was your uncle?" I inquired. "This is a small town, I know most businesses."

"He was called Henderson," she replied, "Allen Henderson."

God, I almost came on the spot. Henderson Engineering had been a big employer before the war, but had gradually declined. The prize though was the site -- almost 3 acres of prime land just off the High Street and another 5 acres or so on the edge of town.  

She must have seen my face, because she smiled slightly. 

"Did you know him?" 

"I knew of him," I said. "Henderson Engineering was an important business here for years. I think you will do very well with those sites."

"Oh good," she said. "I didn't really know where to start" 

"Can I buy you and your son a drink?" I asked. I didn't think the miserable faced tyke deserved one, but if it kept his mum happy.

"Joe isn't my son," she simpered, "he's my grandson."

"I can't believe that," I said, which was partly true, but merely made me up my estimate of her age. She must be at least 50. It didn't stop me wondering if I would get to fuck her tonight. 

"Do you want a drink, Joe?" I said, on my smoothest behaviour. 

"Nah," he grunted. "I think I'll try the club in the back, if that's OK, Gran?"

She ruffled his hair. "That's fine Joe, just take care and please don't get too drunk." She laughed. "I suppose that's probably too much to expect of someone your age. I was a bit of a hellion when I was your age, and so was your mum; that's why I'm a granny now."

He stood up and slouched off towards the rear of the bar, where the club entrance was. I expected his chances of getting laid to be 50:50. The local girls always jumped a new face in town, but he was so bloody surly. Maybe when some young Tracy had his cock in her mouth it wouldn't matter so much.

I turned to Granny. "What about you?" I asked solicitously.

"I thought he'd never get off his arse," she muttered, and then to me "I'll have a large gin and tonic please."

I obediently trotted off to the bar and was rapidly back with her G&T and another Scotch for me. Maybe it wouldn't be a dry night after all. Sitting down beside her, I turned to face her, drawing one leg up under the other as I did. I noticed her copping a glance at my groin. She didn't know I'd seen her, but old Percy obligingly twitched for her. 

It was getting noisy now and I could hardly hear what she said. I leaned forward. 

"I said, is there anywhere quieter we can go?"

"We could go to the lounge, but that will be full of geriatric farmers whose idea of the high life is shagging their neighbour's sheep instead of their own." 

She threw her head back and roared. I hadn't meant to say that but it seemed to go down well. She leaned forward again. "Can you buy a bottle over the bar? A good whisky?"

I nodded, then leapt to my feet and went to the bar before she changed her mind. It had everything going for a good night indeed. By the time I had bought the whisky, a 12-year old Talisker, she was standing behind me. I could have sworn she gave my backside a squeeze, but when I turned she looked at me blandly. "Probably wishful thinking," I thought, "it's been a while since I found a real goer."

I offered her my arm as we went out of the bar and she slipped her hand into it. We walked to the lift, me ignoring the sardonic looks from friends just arriving. I didn't care, so long as I could nail this old girl to the bed a few times. She looked likely to be good fun.

We got in the lift and the doors closed. Immediately she pushed me back against the wall and grabbed my by the balls, squeezing them hard.

"I know your type," she said. "All you want is a good fuck on a Friday and Saturday night and a blow job if you are lucky. Don't worry, you'll get that and more, but don't try any other funny business, especially over the land." She twisted, hard.

"OK, OK," I said, "but if you keep twisting like that, you will be able to take what's left home in your handbag."

She laughed and patted my groin. "Just so we are clear." 

The lift stopped at the ground floor reception area. The doors opened and in walked Major Grant. He was the local mayor and Tory party chairman. The woman with him was not his wife. I knew that because I'd had the odd encounter with Mrs Major myself and with the girl as it happened. In fact I knew she probably wasn't old enough even to be his daughter. She looked at me and I winked. She shushed me, eying the Major to see if he'd noticed.

"Evening Major," I said as the two of them stepped in. I say stepped, in practice they more or less fell in, each supporting the other, although I doubted if the girl, whose name I knew was Bonny, was quite so drunk as she seemed. "Having a pleasant evening I hope," I said sardonically. He just grunted in reply. 

The doors closed and we all went up again. The Major and Bonny got out on the same floor as we did, they went into the room straight opposite the lift and we to the one next to it. As we closed the door behind us, she turned to me with an appalled expression on her face.

"Is that dirty old git going to take that drunken tart to bed?"

"If he can get it up, he will. Local gossip is that he hasn't been able to do that in a while, so she's probably safe. I'm sure Bonny can take care of herself anyway. In any case, his wife will be on her back with the milkman by now, or the blacksmith, or whichever bit of rough she has taken a fancy too this week. It was me a few years ago." I didn't mention last month.

She sat down on the bed, appalled. "I though small towns were quiet, genteel places"

"Don't you believe it," I said. "Young Joe has probably had the offer of at least one handjob by now and that's for starters."

She shook her head, still amazed.

"Never mind Joe," I said, "lets get this bottle open and the show on the road." I grabbed the tooth mugs from the bathroom and poured us both a generous measure. She took the drink and knocked it back. 

"OK," she said, "let's see what you are made of."

"Fine by me," I laughed and reached out to kiss her.

"No that's not what I meant. Get your kit off. I really want to see what you are made of." She laughed. "I always enjoy this bit."

"I'm not your local stripper you know," I said a bit plaintively. I don't like being at a disadvantage where women are concerned and being stark naked while they are dressed certainly does that. Still, if I was going to nail her, and she certainly seemed willing, I would have to go along with her.

I slowly started to unfasten my jacket, humming the stripper music as I did so. "None of that," she snapped, "just get your clothes off." I did as I was told, quickly stripping down to my shorts before removing them too. I made sure my shoes and socks came off first though. I hate standing there in my socks and nothing else. It makes me think of a bad porn film. She leaned back on the bed, and looked at me.

"Not bad," she said, "Turn around." I turned. "All the way around." By now my erection was sagging a bit under this rather severe gaze. She pointed, "wake it up a bit."

"I'd rather you did," I said suggestively. "No," was all she said. So, I did as I was told and slowly, because I didn't find this much of a turn on, my cock perked up a bit. She stood up and walked around me, slapping my backside, squeezing my nipples. It felt a bit like being felt up at a slave auction, I thought, which paradoxically perked me up a bit more.

She stood in front of and hitched up her skirt. "Eat me."

Obediently I dropped to my knees in front of her and putting my hands to her cheeks, kissed her full on through the soft silk of her panties. I noticed they were slightly damp, so clearly she wasn't entirely unaffected by this pantomime. I pulled the silk to one side and lapped at her pussy. She was still partly dry, so I trickled some saliva down off my tongue and carried on lapping at her, before sliding in a finger inside and gently massaging her cunt walls. I could hear her breathing harder now, so clearly I was doing something right. She grabbed at my head and pushed it into her. I could hardly breathe but carried on with finger and tongue. 

I was hard now, my initial reluctance to stiffen long past. I tried to disengage my face, but she wouldn't let me. "Oh no you don't, " she said, "I come at least twice before you get a look in."

"Twice," I thought, "normally with old girls like this it's wham, bam and you're done." They didn't really want the sex, just someone to hold them for a while, because their husbands were like the old Major, trying to get it up with some drunken slapper. Obligingly I carried on. She was warming up nicely now, her pussy swelling up and feeling soft and moist. I sucked down, tasting her, licking her out and fingering all the while. It took a while, but suddenly I felt her quivering. She lifted one leg over my shoulder and pulled me in tighter as she came. Her body shook, grinding herself into my face with each wave of the orgasm. 

She stepped back. "That wasn't bad, young man." 

I sat back on my heels and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "Thank you ma'am. You're quite tasty yourself."

She smiled, then turned away and rummaged in her case beside the bed, before coming up with several silk scarves. At first I thought they were for me, but instead she put them on the bed. "Now undress me," she said "and then blindfold me and tie me up."

"This is getting weirder by the minute," I thought. Obligingly however I stood back and looked at what she was wearing. I decided to blindfold her before taking off her clothes, so I wrapped the first scarf around her eyes, placing some black velvet pads over them first. 

Once she couldn't see what I was doing, I went behind her and slowly unzipped her dress. It was a tight fitting piece with a low neck. I slid it over her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. I looked at the label and whistled; even I recognised that label and knew it didn't come cheap. I got her to step out of the dress. Underneath she was wearing a tiny uplift bra and very small string panties, exposing a well muscled back and nicely rounded cheeks. I squeezed her backside appreciatively. 

From the front her breasts were small. The uplift bra had obviously been designed to make the most of what she had. I unfastened it and slipped it away. Now all she had on was her tiny panties and her shoes. 

"Do you have any higher heels with you?" I asked. 

"Yes," she said, "in the wardrobe."

I opened the wardrobe door to reveal an incredible pair of six-inch heels by Manolo. I smiled appreciatively. Turning back I got her to change her shoes. In the much higher heels, her figure was transformed. She stood tall, breasts hard and firm, somehow enhanced. Her backside was wonderfully rounded and protruding slightly backwards. I knelt behind her and kissed then bit each cheek in turn, then slipped a hand between her legs to feel her wet pussy. She was indeed coming along nicely.

I looked around the room at the furniture. There was a side table that looked promising. I took her arm and walked her towards it, then bent her forward so that her backside was now pointing out into the room. I tied each arm to the legs against the wall, so that her head was now almost touching the wall. I was breathing heavily now, my cock aching, but I wasn't finished my preparations. I took a small cushion and placed it between her head and the wall. I anticipated that this was going to be quite vigorous and didn't want to hurt her. 

She was now spread over the table. I tied her legs to the table legs at the front, spreading them out to ensure a good access. She was still wearing the high heels, which brought her up to just the right height for me. 

All this time she hadn't said a word. "Don't you want to know what I am going to do?" I asked. She shook her head. My cock ached even more but I wanted to make the most of the planning. I looked around. What else did I need? No, I was ready.

I stepped forward and pulling her panties aside I spread her cheeks, exposing her soft tight looking anus. For the first time, she whimpered. "Do I have to gag you?" I asked. "Yes please" she said softly. My cock throbbed as she said it. I picked up her panties and slipped them into her mouth. "Can you breathe?" She nodded. "If you find you are in discomfort how will you let me know?" She waggled her backside wildly from side to side. "Are you sure now?" She nodded again. I took a deep breath and parted her cheeks again. 

A loud bang came on the bedroom door. "Fuck" I thought, "if that's Joe, he won't like seeing Granny bent over getting her arse fucked." I waited, hoping that whoever it was would go away. The bang came again. "Freeman, I know you are in there."

I recognised the voice. It was Bonny, the girl who had been with the Major. She didn't sound drunk now. "Freeman" she called again, insistently. "I know what you are up to," which she did indeed I remembered happily, "but I need your help."

I went to the door and opened it a crack, standing behind it so she wouldn't see my enormous erection. It didn't work though, because as I opened the door she pushed hard and it flew open to let her fall into the room. She quickly closed the door, then turned to look at me then at Granny, still tied to the table and laughed.

By now Granny knew something was up and was grunting like mad and swinging her arse from side to side. I looked back at her and then desperately at Bonny. 

"This isn't a good time," I said. She laughed. She went over to Granny and whispered something in her ear. I couldn't hear, but whatever it was Granny calmed down. She turned back to me. 

"I thought you were with the Major," I said. "He was well away with the drink in the lift, as were you I thought."

"I was just putting it on, trying to get him too drunk to perform. I was going to help myself to something from his wallet for the rent but he woke up and saw me. He wanted something back in turn, but I couldn't face him so I ran. I left his money, but he's still going to be mad."

"Not too mad," I pointed out, "we all know what he gets up to, but he still won't want to admit it in public." 

"I suppose not," she said. "I was hoping to sleep at your place tonight, just in case." 

A germ of an idea struck me. "You could probably stay here if you like. Give me a hand here, if you know what I mean..."

She looked across at Granny, then back at me. "Are you meaning what I think you mean?"

I nodded. She laughed again. "Right then."

Bonny is what is called a fine figure of a girl. Middling height with big boobs and a nice rounded backside. When she is older she will almost certainly be overweight, but now she is glorious. I don't think anything will ever suppress her joy in life - and sex. She will try absolutely anything once. 

I went over to Granny. "A change of plan," I said. "You'll get your way, but not yet." I motioned to Bonny to help me with the table. Together we picked it, and Granny, up and turned it round so that she was now facing the end of the bed. Then Bonny stripped off. For underwear she prefers traditional suspender belts and tonight was no exception. She stood in the middle of the room, all in black lace, boobs overflowing a tightly laced basque top, tiny panties and a suspender belt with black stockings. The stockings were a little the worse for wear after the Major's fumblings, but she looked great nevertheless. 




Granny Comes to Town



She walked over to Granny, who had been watching all this with interest. She pirouetted in front of her, sticking her backside pertly back, into Granny's face then bending forward to give her an eyeful of her boobs. 

"Not bad are they?" Granny nodded. Bonny leant forward and took out the gag. Granny gasped for air but didn't speak. "Want to see more?" She nodded again. Bonny sidled up to her and pushed her crotch into Granny's face, riding her as I had been forced to do earlier. Bonny turned to me smiling. "Her tongue is going like mad, so I think she is enjoying this." She slipped down her panties, leaving the suspenders and stockings. It was quite a sight and my own cock, which had softened rather while we were talking, started to spring up again. Bonny beckoned me over and grabbing my cock held it in front of Granny's face. She desperately tried to stick out her tongue and reach it and I realised that although we had been ignoring her for several minutes and she had been tied like that for at least twenty, she was getting as horny as anything. 

I went behind her and tried to pull down her panties. I couldn't because she was held against the table, so I pulled them aside and pushed my fingers into her. She was really wet and I could feel her whole cunt was swollen with arousal. I pulled out my fingers, they were wet and I held them up for Bonny to see. She leaned forward and licked them, then bent down and pushed her tongue into Granny's mouth. 

"Can you taste that?" she said, "that's your own juices." Bonny reached down to her own pussy and fingering herself came up with wet fingers again. She slipped them into Granny's mouth, and she sucked eagerly. "That's me this time." Bonny licked her own fingers again, then slipped them back into her, playing with herself only inches from Granny's face, then grinding her pussy into Granny's mouth.

I was still working at the other end, feeling her arousal grow. She was getting much more than she expected, but seemed to be enjoying it nevertheless. I took my fingers out of her wet pussy and moved to her anus, slipping each wet finger in, one at a time. With my other hand I renewed my attentions to her cunt, each hand working independently, but as I could feel bringing her closer and closer to coming. Suddenly it hit, her body going into spasms as the waves of the orgasm passed through her, but she couldn't move. Bonny had her pussy jammed tight into Granny's mouth now, relentlessly grinding away. She didn't need to be gagged, because her tongue was deep inside Bonny's own swollen cunt. I watched as her orgasm passed, then as Bonny herself came, thrusting herself into Granny's face, time and again.

Bonny stepped back but I kept working at Granny's cunt, I could feel her coming up again, so just before she came I slipped my own achingly hard cock deep into her anus, ramming hard as she came. Just as she peaked I came myself, pumping what seemed like gallons into her, tearing at her without restraint. I collapsed forward, still deep inside her, still pushing feebly. 

After a minute or so I stood up, a little shamefaced at having used her so hard. I collapsed on the bed, leaving her tied, with Bonny beside me. She kissed me full on the lips saying, "That was fun. I really enjoyed that." She rolled me back on the bed and sat astride my face. "Wait" I said. I turned round so that my head was at the foot of the bed, hanging over. Bonny straddled me, holding my head up with one hand pushing it fiercely into her dripping cunt. We were only about a foot in front of Granny's face and she could see as my tongue licked and probed at Bonny, flicking at her clit, letting her drip into my mouth and drinking her in. Bonny was on a roll now, coming several times, each one slightly more intense than the last. After what seemed like forever, my neck was aching but it seemed that Bonny was at last sated. She gently released my head and allowed me to sit up. My face was slick with her wetness. I wiped my mouth with my hand then held it out to Granny. She eagerly licked it clean, sucking desperately on each finger. I collapsed backwards on the bed, my cock still slightly hard and lying across my thigh. Bonny knelt in front of Granny. "Do you want to be fucked again?" Granny nodded. Bonny unfastened her legs first, then her arms. As she was released she slipped back but Bonny caught her and helped her to the bed, stretching her out starlike, then quickly tying her again.

Bonny sat astride her face and I watched as Granny's tongue shot out, trying to taste her. Bonny laughed and pulled just out of reach, then knelt, fingering herself just above Granny's face. It didn't take long before she came again, then again, each time letting her wetness drip across Granny's face, before putting her slick wet fingers into her mouth to let her suck them clean. 

Watching this performance had got me hard again. Bonny saw me swelling up and dragged me by the cock to hold it above Granny's face, before working me over with her mouth and tongue only inches above her face. As Bonny dragged me deep into her throat, I felt Granny suck one of my balls into her own mouth. She was still game for more it seemed. I was near to bursting in Bonny's mouth, but before I could, Bonny pulled away then squeezed my cock head hard to soften me and stop me coming. 

"Save it for our friend," she said. She looked down at Granny, stroking her check lovingly, with one hand while grasping a nipple hard in the other, twisting it slightly. Granny bucked in the constraints, her lips parted, breathing hard. 

"How do you want it next? In the mouth, anal or in your cunt?" 

"Everything" said Granny. "I have a dildo in my bag." 

Bonny's eyes widened. "You are a game girl aren't you?" She went over and pulled from the bag a large shiny black dildo. It was at least two inches longer than me, with a greater girth too. She brought it back and held it in front of Granny's eyes. "You take that inside you," she said wonderingly. 

Granny nodded. Bonny looked over at me, then without hesitation started to feed the huge rubber cock into herself. It went deep and deeper and then bottomed out with an inch to go. "You take all of this?" she said.

"Not that way," said Granny. Bonny's eyes really popped now. "This I must see. " She quickly released Granny's legs, then swung them up to expose her firm arse cheeks. She withdrew the dildo from herself, it was slick with her own juices, so without hesitation she started feeing it into Granny's soft anal cavity, itself still wet from my earlier fucking of her. Slowly it disappeared, until amazingly it all went in to the hilt. Granny shuddered with pleasure as Bonny released her legs. 

"Its up to you now Freeman, see if you can compete with that." I crouched over Granny, lifting her legs up and over my shoulders, exposing the black dildo deep in her arse. My cock was now rock hard and already drooling in anticipation of what was to come. Bonny parted her pussy lips and guided me in. I could feel her tight around me, the unusual firmness caused by the dildo pressing against the entire length of my shaft as I thrust deeper. I wasn't in any mood to hang around now, so I pushed hard, banging deeply into her again and again. I made no effort to bring her to orgasm, just pushed and thrust and hammered brutally at her. Despite that I could feel her pushing back and as we got our timing into sync, I was slamming at her like a hammer on an anvil. I came very quickly. It seemed to go on forever, turning me inside out. I don't normally shout when I'm coming but this time I found myself doing it, not coherently, just animal grunting and roaring as I hammered at her, until I found myself spent, with nothing left to give and fell back. 

Bonny didn't pause, leaping forward to bury her face between Granny's legs, sucking out all that I had planted there it seems while Granny buried her face in Bonny's own sweet soft cunt. The two of them raged at each other for a few minutes more, Bonny grinding herself into Granny as she sucked deeply, their two bodies bumping and shaking for several minutes before both came simultaneously in a huge orgasm.

Bonny fell away and I finally released Granny from her bonds. "I'm sorry if I was too hard on you" I said rather shamefacedly, "but Bonny was unexpected and I rather got carried away."

She looked at me, saying nothing, then broke into a huge smile. "It was fucking fantastic," she said. "Can we do it again?"

We did too. She moved to the town and bought a big house on the proceeds of the land sales. The three of us met up from time to time and we abused her in similar ways each time. I mentioned this 'special treatment' to Mrs Major once, without mentioning names and she insisted on similar. In the end we had quite a network of women of a certain age who enjoyed the idea of losing control while being fucked within an inch of their lives. It was fun but exhausting. I couldn't keep up so Bonny recruited Young Joe. Of course she never took him to Granny's house and Granny never knew about him. It was all very discreet.



Granny Fanny



I'd never have thought I'd fall in love with Jenna's mother Claudia, who's forty two, so you can imagine my surprise--or shock--when I found I'd fallen in love with Jenna's sixty-four year old grandmother Pamela!

Don't get me wrong; she's well-preserved for her age. Her tits have sagged a little over the five decades or so that she's owned them, but, hey, gravity will do that to a girl, sooner or later, and it's not like they hang to her knees. The bottoms of her breasts, which are actually about hand-size, come to just above the crook of her elbow, so her boobs are still sort of sexy. They're softer, too, than a younger woman's breasts, kind of like pillows.

She may be a little chunky around the middle, but that's just more of her to love, right? Her hips are wide, and her ass is broad and flatter than I like, and a little more solid, or dense, than either Jenna's or Claudia's. She has some cellulite, too, and a few stretch marks, and her skin has a pimply appearance in places, among the wrinkles. Overall, her face is still fairly attractive, even pretty, although her eye shadow is a bit too dark and her fiery lipstick is way too bright.

What she lacks in beauty (which, really, isn't all that much, considering her age), Pamela more than makes up in kindness and in experience. There's nothing she hasn't done and nothing she won't do again.

Her worst feature is her crotch or, more specifically, her cunt. Although we often use flower metaphors to describe nubile young women's pussies, speaking (or writing) of labia as soft as rose petals and budding clitorises, these images, when they refer to an older, or more "mature," woman, ring even more hollow than they do with regard to the slits of much younger sluts.

Pamela, unfortunately, is no exception. Her cunt is ugly; the lips are large, loose, and wrinkled, looking more like a fig or a prune than a rose. Her twat was also as hairy as Sasquatch's underarm, until I convinced her to shave down there. It looks a little better as a naked clam, but, to be honest (sorry, honey!), it's still more repulsive than it is ravishing.

I get around the problem of her unsightly genitals, as often as possible, by fucking her up the ass rather than in the cunt. I'm an ass man, anyway, and I prefer anal to vaginal intercourse even with much younger women, and, as I said, there's nothing Pamela hasn't done and nothing she won't do again. . . and again. So, despite her ugly twat, I'm happy to have her as my girlfriend. Her granny fanny is her saving grace, even more than her still-pretty face.

Neither Jenna nor Claudia know I'm fucking Pamela, of course; our thing is our secret. "It's nobody's business," Pamela says, "but our own." I couldn't agree with her more: who wants the world to know, at twenty five, a guy's fucking someone well over twice his own age? Not me, that's for sure.

I work at one of the local hotel-casinos here in Las Vegas, so my schedule changes frequently, although I work a lot of nights, which, since Jenna and Claudia both have day jobs, gives Pamela and me a lot of time together, which is a good thing, because the old girl goes to bed about nine o'clock every night.

Anyway, like I said, I never would have thought I'd fall in love with Jenna's mother Claudia, who's forty two, so you can imagine my surprise--or shock--when I found I'd fallen in love with Jenna's sixty-four year old grandmother Pamela. So how the hell did it happen? In retrospect, as I puzzle over this very question, I can come up with only one answer: Pamela made it happen.

I was trying to get into Jenna's pants. She's eighteen, blonde, beautiful, curvy, and hot as hell. To impress her, I agreed to look in on her grandmother. Although Pamela is nothing if not spry and is more than capable of looking after herself, Jenna had taken it into her head that her grandmother is both old and decrepit. "I worry about her," Jenna told me more than once. "What if the poor dear falls and can't get up? What if she breaks a hip, and Mom and I are both at work? She could lie on the floor, in agony, for hours."

Initially, I'd responded to Jenna's fears the same way that Claudia did, telling Jenna that her concerns were premature; her grandmother was in great health and more than capable of taking care of herself.

"I worry about her, Brad," Jenna had answered, leaning her soft, luscious curves into my body and giving me an instant hard-on. "It would mean a lot to me if you could stop by her house a couple times a day and check on her."

I'd put my hand on her ass, drawing her against me even harder than she'd pressed herself against my hip and ribs. "How much would it mean to you?" I'd asked her, as if I were joking (only I wasn't joking, not a bit, and she knew it).

She'd kissed me. "A lot," she'd reiterated.

The next day, I started checking on Pamela, twice a day, Monday thorough Friday.

At first, Pamela was insulted. "I don't need anyone to check on me, young man," she'd made it clear.

"I'm just doing Jenna a favor," I replied.

"Well, don't!" she'd retorted.

I'd come by the next day, but Pamela had refused to answer the door. I'd reported her refusal to admit me to Jenna, and Jenna had given me a house key. "Check on her, whether she likes it or not," she'd instructed me. "I won't have my grandmother lying on the floor in agony until Mom or I get home from work."

To repay my "kindness" in checking on Pamela, Jenna had begun to suck my cock on the weekend, so I was prepared to summon the National Guard to storm her house so I could check on Pamela, if need be. "Okay," I'd agreed.

Needless to say, when I'd used the key to enter the house after Pamela had again refused to answer the door, I doubted that the sixty-four-year-old woman would be happy to see me--especially since, just having stepped out of the shower, she was naked, on her way from the bathroom to her bedroom, wearing not even so much as a towel.

"Oh, my God!" I'd exclaimed.

I'd thought she'd be as mortified as I was, but she hadn't been. Instead of drawing her towel around her, she'd walked toward me, her nude body gleaming in the sunlight that filtered through the gauzy curtains at the living room windows.

"I'm sorry! I--"

She'd said nothing. She'd just kept walking--toward me--an intense look on her face. When she was within inches of me, she'd looked into my eyes, and I'd felt more than a little nervous as she'd said, "If you're going to come by every day, whether I like it or not, and let yourself into my house, uninvited and unwelcome, maybe there's a use I can put you to, after all." She'd stepped even closer, closing the brief distance between us, pressing her flaccid thighs, flabby stomach, and drooping breasts into my own legs, belly, and chest, and kissed me, hard, upon the lips, her arms encircling my waist so that she could cup and squeeze my buttocks through my jeans.

I'd been horrified, but, curiously enough, I'd also been aroused, and my cock, mindless of age (and everything else, as a matter of fact), stiffened at once, swelling to rigid thickness between us. "Mrs. Lewis," I'd begun, but she'd cut me off, sticking her tongue into my mouth as she'd tightened her squeezing fingers upon my ass

After French kissing me for what had seemed hours, she'd said, "If you're going to be fucking me, you may as well call me Pamela, don't you think, Brad?"

We've been on a first-name basis ever since.

* * *

The first time Pamela and I made love, I didn't realize what I gem I had in her.

Oh, she came on to me boldly enough, gazing intently at me as she strode across the living room to thrust her ancient body with its sagging tits and flaccid ass against me while she shoved her granny tongue into my mouth and squeezed my buttocks in her withered hands. In the bedroom, though, where she led me next, she became suddenly a lot more coy. Although I tried to fuck her, first in the ass and then in the cunt, she refused my advances. I maneuvered around on the bed, so that my cock and balls were in her face, but she wouldn't take my prick into her mouth. The most she wanted to do--and the most she would allow me to do--was to lie face to face, naked, with my chiseled chest, my six-pack abs, my stiff cock and risen balls, and my firm thighs against her soft pillow-tits, her flabby belly, and her furry sex, stroking one another's backs and bottoms while she planted kiss after kiss on my face and lips. It hadn't been much, but it had been enough to harden and thicken my dick and make it ooze a drop or two of clear Cowper's fluid, or pre-cum, and enough to make me agree, most readily, to come back again tomorrow to "check on" my newfound love.

* * *

Our next "date" was a little better--that is, it offered a little more action--but not much.

Pamela was waiting for me, naked again, and we embraced in the foyer, as soon as I'd let myself in with the key that Jenna had given me. Her arms swept round my waist, and her frail hands cupped and squeezed my buttocks. Pamela seemed to have a thing for my ass, which is, unlike many men's buttocks, not only firm and compact, but also completely hairless and smooth. Her hands squeezed and kneaded, pressed and flexed, rubbed and fondled. In the bedroom, though, all she'd let me do, once I was naked like her, was to clutch and squeeze and jiggle and stroke her breasts, about which, although gravity had lengthened them and they were certainly anything but high, round, and firm, like Jenna's or Claudia's, there was something about their incredible softness, despite their small size and slightly wrinkled flesh, and the responsiveness of their nipples--they swelled, standing erect as soon as I began to flick and stroke and circle them with fingertips--that was exciting, and, of course, I agreed to "check on" Pamela the next day, even earlier, and planned to stay longer.

* * *

On Friday, during our third "date," Pamela deigned to let me kiss her ass.

Her buttocks are soft, but they're also saggy and sort of spongy. They are paler than a full moon--a rather ghastly white, in fact--and not all that enticing, being neither full nor firm, and the bottoms of her bottom are more flat than round. The cleavage between the leveled hemispheres is shallow, rather than deep, and some of the flesh is stretched or stippled. Nevertheless, the sight of the twin pillows was enough to make me hard--it doesn't take much to get me erect, I guess--and I was happy enough, while rubbing and massaging the ancient flesh of her bottom to plant kisses over its pale surface. However, Pamela drew the line, so to speak, at letting me rim her asshole, although I tried.

The weekend would separate us, and I wondered whether, come Monday, I'd want to restart my affair--or whatever it was that Pamela and I had going between us--anew or bow out of the amorous sessions with the aged woman.

I found that, all weekend, I longed for her. I thought and dreamed of her. I wanted neither food nor sleep. I wanted only, and always, Pamela.

I guess I'd fallen in love with a woman old enough to be my grandmother and with a woman who was, in fact, the grandmother of the young lady, Jenna, with whom I'd initially been smitten and of the young woman's own mother, Claudia, of whom I'd also been enamored.

* * *

Apparently, Pamela had missed me as much as I'd missed her.

"I've missed you, Brad," she told me between the multitude of kisses with which she showered my forehead, nose, cheeks, lips, and chin. "Let's go to bed!"

I let her take my hand, and she led me down the hallway to her room and the queen-size bed that stood in its center, flanked by twin nightstands bearing lamps and the knickknacks typical of the feminine persuasion. An ornate dresser occupied one of the walls, and a vanity, complete with huge mirror, stood against the opposite wall. Her room also boasted a walk-in closet and a bathroom with shower, toilet, and two sinks, or basins, in the shapes of seashells. A mermaid frolicked in a miniature fountain stationed between the sinks.

The room was spacious, with a bay window, and the floor was covered, wall to wall, in deep, luxurious carpeting. Moreover, the chamber opened onto a spacious balcony on which a pair of wicker chairs with deep cushions on their backs and seats stood between a wrought-iron table topped with tiles that formed a mosaic that displayed the city skyline at night.

The walls were papered in pink and gold, as if they were gift-wrapped within rather than without. Her boudoir was a lovely, feminine environment. I'd been here a few times, but this was the first I'd really given the place more than a cursory inspection. It was, like the rest of the mansion, quite elegantly and luxuriously appointed. Jenna and Claudia had a lot of money--most of it Pamela's.

The thought of fucking this ancient, but not unlovely, crone brought my cock to rigid thickness, and it stood upright, ready for action, my balls rising in their tightening pouch of flesh.

As soon as we'd climbed into her bed, Pamela had slathered a lubricant on both herself and my cock, to ease my penetration of her, and, not needing to be invited to fuck her again, I slid in, behind her, and thrust my cock between the lips of her labia, feeling the rigid shaft glide past the soft petals of flesh that guarded the portal to her sex.

"Not there, Brad!" she corrected me.

I paused, puzzled.

"In my ass," she instructed me. "I want your cock up my ass."

I shrugged. One hole was as good as another, I thought, and tugged free, adjusted my position relative to hers, and slipped my erection between the cheeks of her pillow-soft, if sagging, buttocks. Probing with the tip of my prick as I held the shaft in my fist, I quickly found her asshole, which is the orifice she had lubricated for me, and pressed firmly, exerting more and more pressure until my glans shoved through the tight opening, and I slid the entire length of my ten inches deep into her rectum.

A sigh of utter contentment escaped her aged lips as she pressed her bottom firmly against my pubes, luxuriating in the sensation of having her rectum crammed full of a virile young man's thick, hard cock. No doubt, it had been a long while since she'd been so impaled.

My prick was plugging a grandmother's ass, and I couldn't help feeling that such an act was somehow wrong and perverted. However, the sight alone of my cock impaling Pamela's pillow-soft bottom kept me hard--and, indeed, made me harder. There is something presumptuous and, often, arrogant about young women with hard, hot bodies--an attitude that Pamela lacked, having learned, over the years, as time stripped her more and more of her youthful charms, that such an attitude is not only unseemly but also apt to become increasingly ludicrous.

Lust had made my concern with fucking a woman who was four decades older than I am seem irrelevant, and I began to fuck Pamela in her ancient, withered ass, driving my manhood fast and hard through the wide-stretched circle of her anus and deep into her rectum.

When my balls slammed into her perineum, I again pulled out, leaving only the purple, swollen glans of my cock inside her asshole, and plunged home again, ramming my thick, hard prick as far as possible into her bowels. Back and forth through her gaping anus, I pumped my prick with greater speed and force until I was fucking her with a passion that bordered upon violence. Pamela, rocked beneath my every advance, gasped and moaned, squirming beneath me as her old tits bounced and swayed, her distended belly heaved, and her cellulite-dimpled legs flexed and straightened, her droopy buttocks jiggling.

I fucked Jenna's grandmother as if she were a slut or a whore, and she loved it. However, the intensity with which I drove my prick back and forth through her anus, plunging it repeatedly into her impaled bottom, precluded the longevity of our intercourse, and, within mere minutes of my having introduced my cock into her ass, I was spurting my seed. As the semen erupted from my balls, I jerked my cock free, firing the warm, thick, white rounds of ejaculate over my lover's dimpled, wrinkled, flaccid buttocks and over the thick rolls of fat along her fleshly back.

Spent and exhausted, I collapsed atop her, my cock riding the semen-slick furrow between her cum-splattered buttocks, and lay still, my heart beating wildly between her shoulder blades, my breath coming and going in quick, short gasps, a film of sweat cementing our naked bodies together, so that we, members of two generations separated by a third, and Pamela old enough to be my own grandmother while I young enough to be one of her grandchildren, had become as one flesh.

We slept, exhausted by our lovemaking and the complete draining away of all tension, anxiety, and care in which our sexual activity had resulted. Within minutes, Pamela was slumbering, my sperm drying into opaque streaks and dollops that became dry, brittle flakes. I watched her a while, lightly caressing the smooth, but wrinkled, skin of her buttocks and hip and thigh. Then, I slept a deep and dreamless sleep, uninterrupted by guilt, remorse, or shame at having fucked a senior citizen in her ass as hard and fast and deeply as if I had fucked her daughter or her granddaughter. 

* * *

Later that afternoon, as we lay together in her bed, I studied Pamela's body. It was, quite frankly, a caricature of the ideal (or idealized) female physique. Her face was beautiful, still, in its own way, but the nose was a bit rutted and there was a series of parallel, horizontal lines across the upper lip. The lips themselves were thin and chapped. The cheeks were lined. The throat was beginning to take on the appearance of a turkey's neck. The breasts sagged, and, although not as pillow-soft as the derriere, they were not nearly as firm as those of a nubile young woman. The wrinkled stomach was bloated with rolls of fat. The thighs bore stretch marks and were dimpled, in places, with cellulite. The kneecaps were wrinkled and bony. The buttocks were flat and flabby. The skin, all over, was loose and slid under my hand as I caressed and fondled her ancient form.

Nevertheless, despite her aged condition, Pamela was an exciting--that is to say, an arousing--woman. She's lived a long time, relative to my age, and she's learned how to please a man, young or old. Beauty, I've learned, at her hands (and breasts and pussy and buttocks and anus) isn't only skin deep, but it's also truly in the eye of the beholder, and, to me, Pamela is far lovelier than either her daughter Claudia or her granddaughter Jenna, both of whom are, by society's standards, goddesses in the flesh. In fact, I have forgone young women in favor of Pamela.

"Be sure to come by again tomorrow, to check on me, Brad," Pamela said.

I kissed the gnarled knuckles of her arthritic hand. "I will, honey," I promised.

* * *

During the year we've been lovers, I haven't regretted my commitment to her once. I doubt that I ever will. Take it from someone who's sampled many a damsel's delightful derriere--and all ages of female flesh--granny fanny is the absolute best!



Granny Gets a Massage



When I started at London University back in 1984 I was looking forward to a freedom that had previously been absent; no parents to oversee everything I did - or tried to do...

Sure enough the physical education degree was not proving too onerous and the wine, women & song (beer, birds and bawdiness more like) were in full flow. Fate dealt me what appeared to be a very cruel card; to whit my grandfather died leaving behind a 72 year old widow who was very bitter that he should die before her; despite the fact that he left her a cool half million, a country cottage and a six bedroomed mansion in St John's Wood, just twenty minutes from my own very modest digs.

Which was where the problem came. She sold the cottage and moved full time to the smoke "To be nearer my physician, my club and my grandson." Her exact words.... You've seen the type before; twin set and pearls weren't the half of it - bigoted, bullying and brash came closer. At first she was relaxed about my wild ways across NW3, insisting only that I attended Sunday Lunch once a month - cooked by a club footed Latvian with a serious scowl and even more serious moustache.

But then came the request for aid, a bombshell dropped over port and cheese. "David, you are aware of course that I have long suffered from poor circulation." She did not wait for a response but merely viewed me over the rim of her glasses, looking for, and receiving, a nod of recognition. "Well, among other things - including these damned hot and itchy stockings." At which she raised her thick tweed skirt a little and displayed a surgical looking pop-sock encasing a hugely impressive calf above which was a dazzlingly white leg, dimpled knee and a hint of massive, fat thigh disappearing north into the dark (and presumably sweaty) confines of her Harris covered mid-section. For a moment, a fleeting moment only at that point, I wondered whether her knickers were similarly surgical. But then she let the skirt drop and continued. "Your late Grandfather was a great help, he would massage my feet and calves most expertly. The resultant relief was exquisite." She really did speak like that, a throwback from Victorian society with strict moral values to match. Aye, that's what I thought then. "Since he passed on" she continued, "I have occasioned the use of a masseur, a handsome brute with impressive credentials but not the faintest clue. You, as a PT Instructor" (She was disinterestedly vague about my degree course) "will have been trained in physio-therapy and muscular manipulations I would imagine and I will need you to assist me." Note that it was not a request, merely a demand.

As a matter of fact I excelled at massage and the like, I saw early on that it was a superb key to the fairer sex and a marvellous way to get my hands on them in an apparently innocent fashion. With Granny I was cautious though; "I'm not qualified Gran and poor circulation isn't something that I can even pretend to know about." "Nevertheless" she replied while standing up to her full 5'10", "you'll have to do. There is a couch in the drawing room that is perfectly suited to the job in hand. I will meet you there directly." And she marched out, huge arse swaying as she did so.

At this point I should describe Grandma; 5'10" 15 stone (210lbs) long grey hair - always in a bun - absolutely gigantic tits that, despite what I imagined would be top quality supporting bras, still rested on top of a bulbous and disconcertingly solid stomach. Her hips and arse were similarly proportioned - tree trunk legs that appeared joined together somewhere mid calf. All in all a formidable woman with temper to match and a cast iron sense of dignity. Ho ho ho.

I sat waiting in the drawing room - hitherto unexplored by yours truly - and was casually admiring the view across to Lords Cricket Ground when in strode Granny. I was lost for words. The Tweed twin set was gone and the bun unravelled to display long, lank, greasy grey hair to her waist. Thin hair and apparently very dirty but still impressive for a 72 year old woman. The pearls had gone as had the glasses and she was dressed in what can only be described as an old nighty - white cotton, scoop necked and stopping an inch short of the floor. One other thing was absolutely certain - the bra had been dispensed with too for her pendulous tits swung free beneath the cotton and would have been brushing her thighs had her stomach not been in the way. For the first time I saw that my grandmother was vulnerable as she looked first at me and then at the floor. "I, I thought it would be easier if I were changed." She stammered, "Ernest [my grandfather] would massage me morning and night when were in our nightwear." I bet he did I thought and once again took in her huge bosom and couldn't help imagining what those titties were like in the raw as it were. "Good idea Gran." I chivvied her and rose to guide her to the couch - a medical looking affair that would suit her purpose just fine. "Firstly just sit on it and relax." All professional like, I elevated the backrest and got her comfortable and positioned myself on a footstool at her feet, looking up at her I could just see her face above the swollen stomach - her tits had fallen either side of her and were, I swear, resting on the couch either side. A later peak at her underwear confirmed it, 62HH.

She sat there stiff as a board as I began to gently manipulate her toes, balls of feet, instep and heels. First the right foot, then the left. It was hard work to get her to relax her leg and foot muscles in order to properly manoeuvre her joints but, presently, with a sigh of contentment she closed her eyes and settled into it. Her feet were clean and smelt faintly of coal tar soap and before very long I forgot it was my granny and became engrossed in the massage. Briskly and decisively I rose her nighty to the knees and began kneading her shins and, without thinking of the result asked Granny to bend her knee so that I could get at the calf without rolling her over. She complied immediately and then it happened. Her nighty slid up her thigh and I was presented with the view that no grandson should ever see. Her underthigh was, as the rest of her was, bright white. Blue veins stood out starkly all over it and my eyes popped to see her arse cheek flattened out on the couch. The tiniest portion of navy blue knicker was peeking out at the very bottom - other than that it was all flesh, more flesh than I had ever seen in one place and remember I was a PE Major and used to seeing naked shot-putters in the shower...

At the same moment that I saw all this, granny realised what I must be able to see and she froze, all limbs going stiff and her knuckles showing white as she clasped her hands together. "Relax Grandma, I've seen plenty of arses before and while yours might be the oldest, it's certainly not the biggest." You might think this bold or even dangerous given her demeanour but remember it was me in the driving seat for once and I wanted to enjoy the short moment of power. I'd lied of course, it WAS the biggest I'd ever seen by some distance. She relaxed a little and I continued with my manipulations and, to my own disgust, I was getting more than a little turned on by the situation. As I kneaded her this way and that I manoeuvred her in such a way that eventually I had an unrestricted view of her crotch - knicker covered of course - but perhaps more intriguing for that. Sure enough they were navy blue passion killers, thick cotton and generous in cut with the elastic cutting deep into her legs creating intriguing bulges. Despite the vastness of the fabric, two good handfuls of wispy grey pubic hair were not to be contained - bushing out either side of the knicker legs. Camel-toe was not an option here, it seemed that she had a mattress of pubes stuffed down there. Just below all this action her thighs were pink and chafed, fat rubbing together under thick tweed in June, it was bound to happen. Couple this with dimpled cellulite and more veiny eruptions and you might say it was an all-together unappetising site. Not to me. The more I looked, the more I wanted to smell her old fanny, taste her juices (if she still had any) and pound her senseless - then see how the haughty old baggage reacted! My cock was beginning to get uncomfortable and I hastily rearranged it.

I was snapped from my reveries by her polite cough and I looked up to see her peering at me over her stomach. "If you've finished down there," blimey she had a twinkle in her eye, "I wonder if you might try my neck and shoulders. Ernest believed that relaxed muscles lead to sound sleep." I didn't like to point out that it was only 5.00pm, instead I zipped round to the head of the couch and lowered her to a near horizontal position. I neglected to pull her nighty back down and she, having straightened her leg, left it where it was; affording me my first view of the front of her granny knicks - her bush was barely restrained, even by these industrial underpants.

I started with her neck, gently probing the knots and loosening her tension. Moving down to her shoulders I was bold enough to let my hands slide under nighty and engage her upper arms, not a stir from the elderly harridan. As I pulled back up her upper chest I pulled her nighty up and away and I could see almost all of her milk white, veiny tits as they flopped by her sides. The nipples though, the prize if you like, were still out of sight. These breasts were absolutely huge - almost not like tits given their size and sag. And so back up to her head where I was truly disconcerted, her hair was dirty, greasy and with a slightly stale odour and although I was trying to put that out of my mind as I massaged her scalp I was struggling.

"Granny," I decided to seize the bull by the horns, "Would you like me to wash your hair for you? It needs it and I really don't mind." I let the silence ring out as I continued to knead and stroke. Finally she broke, "I wash it once a month, it's such a fiddle to get it dry afterwards." "Oh, I can dry it for you."

She paused for a brief while before she croaked in a throaty whisper "Should I wear my bathing costume?" I had imagined her kneeling by the bath with her head bowed over it - still in her nighty. She, on the other hand, had come to a completely different conclusion. "If you want to Gran," I was all nonchalant teenager, "but it really isn't necessary I can assure you." She paused for the briefest second and tried to regain her bluff old self, "Lead on then MacDuff; help an old lady in her toilet." Prophetic words I can tell you but I didn't realise that at the time, I was more interested to see whether she would be in costume or in the buff.

It turned out to be the latter and how she came to that state is a memory that will live with me forever. We went up two storeys to her bedroom - me following behind that stupendous rear as closely as I could. Once in her inner sanctum she directed me to the en-suite in order to run the shower - not a bath, take note. She followed in an instant, clutching towels and dropped them to the floor. Standing directly in front of me she fixed me with steely pale blue eyes and proceeded to unbutton her nighty so very slowly. Never taking her gaze from mine she was daring me to break her stare and look at her nakedness as it was slowly revealed. My peripheral vision was straining to the maximum as her chest hove into view, then her stomach and then, presumably, her muff. I was quivering with excitement now, what had I got myself into? "Well?" she barked. "Are you going to look and get it over with? The lavatory is there if you need to spew, I shan't be offended." Finally I took her naked form in, Firstly those immense knockers - they did indeed hang below her belly button and were topped by massive areolas at least the size of saucers and distended by gravity into vertical ovals; salmon pink in hue and with nipples that looked to be long and rubbery. She broke in to my wonder "Eight children - all breast-fed, and old age does that to a woman, among other things." "Relax Gran, I'm here to wash your hair not pass comment on your bust." All my bravado was gone and now it was she who seemed to be calling the shots. Her bulbous stomach and granny knicks precluded a full-on view of her fanny but the bush could be seen peeking over the top. Those pubes must have been six or seven inches long when straightened out. I returned to look her in the eye and there, behind the aggressive bravado was a woman. A 72 year old woman to be sure but a woman that was naked in front of a young man - her grandson no less - and apparently wondering what he thought. "OK Granny, in you get." I chivvied her and she turned away from me, steadied herself with one had on the sink and bent to pull her knickers down. In this position I saw her magnificent bum in all its glory. Dimpled, veiny, milk white and huge. I suppressed a cheer and an urge to slap it hard. Settling for a mental image that I have stored away to this day. 

She stepped into the large old shower cubicle and shuddered as the warm water cascade over her. I was all business; standing at the entrance and applying shampoo to her lank grey hair. It was at this point that I realised my dilemma. I was going to get soaked, why had she chosen the shower over the bath? Surely not! "Gran, I need to take my shirt off really otherwise I'll get too wet." She pointed out that nudity had ceased to be an issue between us and I took it off, followed swiftly by my trousers and socks - why not, it made sense... With inconvenience set aside I proceeded to lather up her hair and massage into her scalp. It was silent between us but for the running water. Rinsing followed and conditioner came next - I was dragging this out as long as I could and constantly manoeuvring her around; ostensibly so that I could rinse her hair but really so that I could study her closely. She stood with her eyes closed and my gaze was all over her - her fanny hair was hanging half way down her thighs now - like nothing I'd ever seen. Her tits were breathtakingly cow-like and her arse just begged for a spanking, a licking and a fucking. Such was my absorption that I had not realised that Granny had now opened her eyes and was appraising me coolly. "You really have grown into a very muscular young man David" I jumped and found her eyeing me up and down - only fair I guess. "What do you call those?" She nodded toward my Speedo style pants that clung to me even more now that they were soaked through. "Pants, I guess, Granny."

A weak response but once again the see-saw of the power struggle was unsettling me. "Well they leave very little to imagination young man."

I looked down and saw that my half boner was as clear as day and my balls beneath were similarly bulging. "Depends on how good your imagination is Gran. Turn round I'll do your back."

My heart thumping, I quickly removed my underpants and joined her in the shower, she knew I was there but said nothing. Taking the soap from the rack I rubbed it up and down her spine to the top of her arse crack before getting a lather up and washing her neck, arms and armpits - glory be these too were full of thick matted hair, grey to boot. I had to do it, I simply had to. With two soapy hands I reached round her and gently started soaping her tits - it was a long stretch and I had to step so close behind her that my now fully erect cock bumped in her in the lower back. She gasped but, again, said nothing. Oh I could have come instantly, the feel of those deformed titties, covered in soap and each weighing more than my girlfriend of the time (a dancer from the Royal Ballet but that's another story). Her nipples were hardening in my palms and were so delightfully soapy that to pinch them was both a challenge and a joy. I hefted the tit flesh in order to clean underneath them, all the while crouching a little lower so that she could feel my thick cock knocking urgently at her back door. All pretence was lost and I dropped to my knees behind her - manfully abandoning the titties for a while - and soaped up her arse cheeks. "Oh my God, Oh my God" It was all she kept saying over and over again as she braced herself with both hands against the tiled wall. Expertly kneading her bum I was slowly but surely getting closer to the crease and when I did, my thumbs slid down the crack - soaping as they went - diddled briefly with her brown puckered star - a couple of odd lumps that I took to be piles - and continued down under to her fanny. It was the hairiest thing ever seen outside of a zoo. From behind in a steamy shower it actually looked like a road killed tarantula - all hair, flesh and the occasional bit of pink showing through. I grabbed it, couldn't help myself, just grabbed with one hand gave a gentle squeeze. Granny gasped and mumbled something, I couldn't hear her and probably couldn't have complied with anything other than my own out of control desire. Here I was, 18 years old, hard as rock staring at my Granny's 72 year old twat that had pushed out eight children, my mother included and I wanted to suck it and chew it.

I somehow restrained myself, for some reason I continued cleaning her. It was as though if the spell were broken it would be all over. But when I had run out of flesh to soap and rinse I just stood there looking at her, my cock harder and thicker than it had ever been before. And she, the old tart, tried to look demure and simply asked if I had any further surprises for her.

That did it for me. "Yes I have as a matter of fact Gran." At which point I dropped to my knees in front of her again, pushed her legs further apart, placed my thumbs either side of her sopping bush and spread her fanny as best I could. She gasped loudly and seemed about to say something but I simply buried my face in her muff and started sniffing round for her hole - I tell you no lie but if Dr Livingstone emerged with a mule train and caravan of natives I would not have been surprised. Instead I found a cavernous cunt - no other word for it I'm afraid, a simply massive hole with crinkly, long lips that hung down some three inches - curiously a bright pink, almost vermillion colour. When I pulled them apart I looked into a gaping void - topped by a disproportionately tiny clitoris - if you weren't looking for it you wouldn't see it. And it would seem that my Grandpa Ernie never looked; for when I latched on like a starving infant and began the Alphabet tongue play, Granny set up a terrible howling: "What are you.. what is.. what are you doing? That's wrong, it's a private place!" Curious logic you'll agree. Here we were naked in a state of arousal in her private shower and she cries 'Hands (mouth) off!' when I get down to the button licking department. Not to be dissuaded I simply upped the ante by plunging my thumb up her. It literally did not touch the sides so I joined in with the first two fingers. Private or not she set to with gusto - leaning back against the wall and carrying on with a mewing, gurgling, staggering commentary. Somewhere along the line she claimed that I was evil and debauched - the evidence certainly concurred. Eventually disaster was bound to happen and it did when her orgasm hit. The screaming and swearing were simply astonishing "Suck me Suck Me SUCK ME oh my cunt my poor cunt suck my cunt you cunt." The disaster happened though when she lost control. First of her bladder - I didn't mind that, I just drunk it all down in a fit of passion regardless of source. Second she lost control of her legs - doing a fair impression of an elderly Elvis staggering down the wall and catching me a fearful crack in the chops with her knees.

Luckily her unconscious state was through passion rather than concussion and with a fair bit of towelling, dragging and staggering I go her onto her bed - she just a shambling, incoherent deadweight throughout.




Granny Gets a Massage



I took the opportunity to review the situation. Yes I had performed oral sex on my obese grandmother. Yes, I had drunk both her fanny juice and piss. Yes I still wanted to fuck her. All in all I was happy with the situation and set about her once again as soon as she showed signs of recovery. "Ernest was never on for such, for such activities." Even now she was trying the Victorian staunchness. "Lucky I showed you how much fun it is then, eh Gran?" I then set about her tits in earnest - Ernest would never have approved - sucking them, wobbling them, biting them, pulling them, lifting them and then dropping them. All the while Gran was breathing deeply and fluttering her eyes. Her hand would drift down to her crotch but abruptly pull away. "Gran?" I questioned, "Do you not touch yourself? Ever?"

"Oh no, that's dirty." Firstly I laughed, then I realised that I had 72 years of brainwashing to get through. "Gran - you called it a cunt and begged me to suck it, I hardly think that touching it is going to make it worse. Go on, rub it and play with it." She refused point blank and went to sit up. "Uh-huh Gran. Lie down and play with your fanny or I'll make you so sorry." At this the old bag simply lit up. "Oh, you'll need to spank me will you?"

Perfect - I had found what Ernest had taught her. Strange that he wouldn't eat her pussy but he would spank her. OK, when in ancient Rome...

"Yes Gran I will, and then I will fuck you whether you want me to or not. However right now..."

At that I jumped her, sat astride her massive stomach and positioned myself between her tits. I don't have a hugely long cock - 6 inches, maybe a little longer - but it is thick, 3 1/2 round at least. It got lost immediately between her udders. I laid it in there and pushed her tits round it - it simply disappeared from view. "Lick it Gran, suck it when I push it forward." "NO you dirty little bastard, I will not." Hmmmm, what a weird sex life they must have had. Not to worry I simply thrust back and forth and she, bless her, got the hang of titty fucking right away. Wonderful.

As I approached the blissful moment she started to look worried but then it was too late. With a roar and the most incredible sensation, I let fly. The first volley cleared her face and hit the headboard. The second got tangled in her hair, the third, fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh (I was 18 remember) hit her squarely in the face and the rest oozed out onto her tits. I swear that if it were all scooped up it would have been deemed a fair glass of wine in volume. However the chateau would be questioned. Granny on the other hand was in a state of shock. "What, what, what is this?" She seemed terrified and curious all at once. Here was a woman that had had eight children, been married for 51 years and she didn't know what spunk was.

Granny, this is going to be a long and wonderful summer, now scoop some of that up and pop it in your mouth. The next lesson will be read by David.

To be continued...



Granny Interrupted



It was a lovely warm Saturday I woke to, anxious to relax from my job, a non-stop frenzy of real estate brokering and making land deals happen. I work hard and enjoy it. At 65, when most are retired or readying for it, I keep going, and the work and pleasure it brings keeps me young. With my curly salt-and-pepper hair and thick but athletic body, I look and feel younger than my years. And certainly act it.

As usual, I lounged around my house not caring what I looked like, my hair a shaggy mess, a short flannel non-descript robe on, and nothing beneath, save for a falling pair of "granny knee highs," those black nylons older women like. I wore them to bed, and now they were falling down around my thick, hard calves, and on my feet I pulled on a pair of fluffy slippers.

I poured myself a coffee and pulled up to my computer, getting comfortable in the leather chair, flipping on the screen and going to my favorite sites: Any to do with young men enslaved by older women! IT was my favorite fantasy, and one I'd act out on occasion, always finding eager young studs anxious to please an older, demanding mistress.

I was just cranking up good in the first hour or so, finding some delicious porn clips of older woman taking young men's faces in their pussies, all of which were hairy as mine, wet, wanton, open, and swallowing the stud's lips, tongues and mouths, using them for their singular pleasure.

I was just fingering my hairy pussy to a satisfying degree, my thighs spread, one foot on the desk, the other on the floor, completely enmeshed in fantasy, just seconds away from a crushing self-inflicted orgasm, when the bell rang.

"You have GOT to be fucking kidding me!" I growled to myself, ignoring the bell and fingering my pussy harder.

It rang again. And again. The mood was shattered, and I was none too happy. Loosely tying the robe around my thick hips, I stormed to the door, feeling my falling kneehighs flopping around my meaty calves.

"What is it?" I snarled, throwing the door open.

There stood a handsome young man, rake in hand, smiling, not at all put off by an old angry woman standing at the door. 

"Good morning, ma'am, I was just wondering if you'd like to hire me to rake your yard!" he said with happy businesslike attitude.

I looked at him. Blonde, blue eyed, eager, brilliant smile, tight little body in his t-shirt and jeans. He'd do.

"How old are you, son?" I asked.

"Nineteen, ma'am, and working my way through college," he answered with a grin. "Would you be interested in my services?"

"Well, since you interrupted what I was doing, yes, I would, you can finish what I started," I growled, opening the door. "Leave the rake outside, you won't be needing that."

"Yes, ma'am, I'm quite handy at household chores as well!" he said.

"I hope so," I said with a dark smile, feeling my robe slip open, knowing he could see the delicious sagging tits in the opening and a hint of my moist, dark pussy below. "But it's not your hands you'll need, it's your mouth."

His smile waned a bit, confusion on his pretty-boy face.

"Ma'am?" he asked cautiously.

"You interrupted my Saturday morning orgasm," I snarled, reaching for his shirt with one hand and yanking him easily inside, his skinny little body bouncing along with me, pulling him to look up at me as he stood a good six inches shorter than my five-foot-nine. "So now you finish me!"

He stammered and protested and could do nothing to stop me as I pulled him to my desk, forcing him to his knees, sitting down and pulling off my robe, spreading my meaty, wrinkled thighs. He stared at the giant mat of wet gray hair there, my cunt slips glistening from the furry thatch.

"Eat me," I snarled, leaning back and reaching up with my calves to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him forward, his face smashing directly into my pussy. "Make me cum!"

"NOoooo...mghfphsfff!!!!" he screamed, his hollers muffled by my wet pussy as I cupped his head in my hands and scissored his skull in my powerful, old thighs, locking my kneehigh-clad calves behind him.

"Tough shit, young man," I barked, pulsating my old, fleshy thighs on his ears, quivering the flesh around him and grinding my cunt into his mouth, feeling the hairy lips part and mash against his lips and nose.

Only his eyes were visible in the lethal clamp of my old thighs, and they were wide open and full of fear as I humped and bumped against his face, squeezing him hard enough to make his face turn blue. I laughed at his frantic moans from the pussy prison he found himself in, and worked myself harder against his face, gyrating my thick hips, lifting my meaty ass off the chair, slapping my sex to his mouth. He wasn't eating me so much as my pussy was eating him, just like in the clip playing on my computer screen. I watched it, moaning, now using one hand to lift my tit bags to my mouth to suckle my own nipples, the other hand around the back of his head, pulling him so hard into my crotch I thought my cunt would open wide and swallow him whole.

He screamed in protest, his hands pulling vainly at my thick, freckled thighs, and the screams vibrated deliciously in my cunt, electrifying my clit mashed against his lips and nose. I folded one thick calf to the back of his neck, tucking that foot under the opposite knee, a figure-four scissor hold that tightened my grip all the more, making any escape impossible. I laughed watching him squirm, my thighs bubbled up in flesh and muscle and all but obliterating his frightened young face. 

"Forget it, kid, no one gets outta these legs!" I snarled, humping his face harder, feeling my pussy open wide, the slick lips dousing his face with my old-lady cream. "Now stick your tongue out, way out, and fuck me with it while I ride your pathetic face! Do it or I'll crush your skull!"

As a warning, I redoubled my squeeze, my thighs quaking mightily as I did, his face a gray shade now, his eyes tearing, his trembling hands slipping off the sweaty limbs encasing his face. I felt his tongue slither out and drill my hairy opening, and I shuddered at the intrusion, humping his lips and mouth and nose madly, snapping my sex up and down and all over his trapped face.

"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!!" I screamed, arching my back, lifting my fleshy ass off the seat and pumping my cum out as I came, flooding his face, feeling his mouth open to swallow my juice, desperate for air.

I finally stopped cumming and realized I'd nearly scissored the poor boy to sleep, so I unlocked my strong legs and let him flop to the floor, moaning. I sat up, reached for him and pulled him to his feet.

"Let's see what ya got for me, stud," I laughed, unsnapping his jeans, his hands frantically trying to stop me. "Hey! You stop that right now or I'll put you back in my cunt for the rest of the day and you will NEVER get out, you understand me?!"

He stopped, looking down at me and gulping as I slipped his pants down over his skinny hips, his limp dick springing free.

"Gotta do some work here, I guess," I sighed, inhaling his cock into my mouth to the balls, feeling it instantly thicken, a moan escaping his lips.

He was hard in seconds, and now I used one hand to madly stroke his impressive, long cock, twisting my freckled fingers around it, stroking him in and out of me, my other hand frigging my hairy pussy, feeling the cum building. But within a minute of my practiced mouth and hand feeding his cock to my mouth, I felt him tense and moan and knew he was going to blow.

"Not yet, not yet!" I barked, pulling his cock from my mouth as my hand continued to pump it, slapping the wet tip on my cheeks, lips and neck, fingering my cunt quickly.

But it was too late, my handjob too good, and he erupted, splashing my face with jets of sweet boy cream, thick gobs of spunk layering my wrinkled cheeks and lips and chin, washing down the thick folds of my saggy neck and coating my bouncing old tits before I popped his dick back into my mouth to swallow the last sweet ropes of spunk.

"Fucker!" I screamed, pulling his nuts to force him to my knees. "Again, you interrupted my orgasm! Now finish me off!"

I pulled him to his knees and slipped up to the edge of my seat, taking his hot, still-hard cock into my clutching cunt with one stroke, locking my muscular old legs around him, folding my calves together and slapping them against his hot young ass, taking him to the balls inside me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and forced his face to my neck and the bubbling brew there.

"Suck that shit off my old neck, suck up that cum, clean me!" I screamed, tensing my thighs on his scrawny sides, bending his ribs with the powerful limbs, grabbing his ears and mashing his protesting face to my throat. "Lick it up, eat it, it your filthy cum!"

He had no choice but to obey as I slammed my feet to his ass, driving him inside me and smothering his slurping face with my cum-soaked neck wattle, feeling his tongue and lips slobber over the meat, cleaning it. I moved his face to mine and forced his lips to my forehead, cheeks and chin, making him suck his jism from them, and then down to my heaving, saggy tits, imprisoning him in the fleshy wrinkled meat, feeling his hot young tongue slurp up the remaining cum there as I wrapped my powerful old arms around the back of his head, holding him tight to my tits, his moans frantic as he fought for air in the slick embrace of my thick white tits.

"Gonna cum....don't you DARE cum again, you fucker, you wait for me!!" I screamed.

I sat back now, unlocking my legs from his ribs and shooting them up, snaring his young neck in the scissor of my calves, locking my feet behind his head, my legs straight up on his torso, my kneehighs at mid-calf and fluttering back and forth as he slammed his cock into my hairy cunt, his hands cupped around my clutching shins, trying to pull my muscular lower legs away from his neck where they were cutting his blood flow to his brain, making him dizzy. He looked down at me from his leggy prison, eyes begging for mercy. I smiled darkly at him as I pulled and pushed on my chair's arms to pound myself into his young dick.

"Not yet...not yet...not yet..." I growled.

But he was a goner as I fucked him blindly, my scorching hot pussy walls contracting and flexing on his plunging dick, and he then went stiff up against the backs of my thighs, my calves knotted painfully around his neck, and I felt the scorching shots of cum explode inside me, dousing my womb, filling me with his seed. I screamed in frustration as I felt his cock soften a bit inside my pussy, my calves thick on his neck, angrily squeezing them.

"Fuck, AGAIN you interrupted me!" I roared, quivering my calves on his neck, squeezing the carotids and making him dizzier as he tried to slip out of me and my legs held him in place. "Goddammit, now finish what you started!!!"

I unsnapped my legs and he fell forward, directly into the thick, pungent bush and soaking wet lips, his mouth at the gushing hole. Instantly, I snap-scissored my fleshy, freckled thighs shut around his ears, locking my calves, cupping his head with both hands and hunching over his moaning, air-starved face, pumping my sex into his trapped mouth, feeling his thick wad gush out of me and directly down his throat. I worked him harder, pushing and pulling and grinding, my cunt wide open, hairy lips spread wide, taking his mouth and nose deep inside my slippery chasm, as I finally gushed out my own orgasm, squeezing him brutally hard, washing his face with my squirting woman cum and then collapsing back into my chair, my whole body in wonderful spasm, my thighs slack and quivering around his face as I gripped the arms of the chair and rode it out.

"Now then," I laughed, tilting his cum-smeared face up to look at me, his chest heaving as he panted for long-deprived air, my thighs resting on his shoulders. "Go rake my lawn."

He got up slowly, wiping his face on his arm, pulled his pants up and walked toward the door as I sat back, legs splayed wide, my pussy wet and open, taking his gaze there.

"Uh, will there be anything else you need later, when I'm done? I mean, maybe, like...more work inside?" he asked nervously.

"You little cum slut!" I laughed, pulling myself to my feet and walking to him to give him a long, wet kiss, sucking on his tongue and cupping his young ass, pulling him to me. "Yeah, I think I can find more work for you..."

I watched him as I stood in the doorway, picking up his rake and starting on my huge leaf-strewn lawn. I called out to him.

"That's a lot of work," I said. "If you have any of your young friends who'd like to help you....."

He smiled broadly, nodding and pulling out his cell phone. I went back inside to watch more older-woman porn to warm up for the rest of the day's work...



Granny Mandy's Smoking Cessation



Jeff turned the lawn mower off. He needed a smoke, so he snuck around the front of the house to make sure the coast was clear. The 18-year-old boy had come to his divorced grandmother's house to cut the lawn, and now that she had taken off for a run, figured this was a good time. Trouble was, he wasn't exactly sure when she'd left. He'd been cutting her grass, like a dutiful grandson not so much eager to please his strong-willed grandmother as he was to make the few bucks she paid him for it.

He leaned against the corner of the house, keeping a watchful eye on the road as he fired up a cigarette. His granny, Mandy, would be gone awhile. She loved long runs, Jeff knew, and was banking on this time to chill out of the watchful eye of his athletic granny. He knew the route, and could count on seeing her turning the corner far down the road, giving him ample time to snuff the smoke and get back to work.

Mandy loved working out, a sexy 62-year old with the shoulder length dark blonde hair and muscular, chiseled features who devoted her life to staying in shape. The result was a rock-hard body that was the envy of women half her age.

And she hated smoking. The long-time nurse had seen firsthand smoking's harmful effect. She knew her grandson smoked, or suspected it, and had stern talks with him about the filthy habit, the stink of it, the health issues it caused, the taste of smoke, but he just denied it and always changed the subject. He was very careful not to smell like smoke in her presence; Mandy was noted for a fiery temper and in the past, whenever the young boy would get out of hand, would wrestle him into submission, playfully but firmly, subjecting him to the full fury of her muscular body.

Mandy rounded a corner near her house and instead of going up the road in front, cut down the road behind it, dragging the run out on the brutally humid summer day, loving the sweat she'd worked up, the release of tension, the energy it brought to her amazing body. As she darted by homes where men worked in the front yard, she smiled at the stares they gave her. She was used to it, as she dashed along in her ball cap with hair tucked up in a ponytail, her tight, sweat-soaked white t-shirt clinging to her rugged, slender torso, and tiny tight silky black running shorts and short black socks on her feet, her legs a pounding flow of tight sinew and muscle.

It was there, as she ran up the road and into her back yard, she saw Jeff leaning on the house. Smoking a cigarette. Which he stubbed out in the grass, leaving it there and turning to return to his chores. And where Mandy stood, angry, arms folded across her impressive chest.

"Oh, really, Jeff?" she snarled. "Smoking? At MY house? In MY yard? And leaving your filthy butt behind?!"

"Uh, Granny, I, uh...." He stammered.

"That the best you can do?" she growled, walking by him to pick up the butt and hold it in her fingers to show him. "This ends now, right now. You WILL stop smoking. And you WILL eat this butt!"

"What?" he said, incredulously. "Are you out of your fucking mind?"

Mandy's look hardened. She didn't broach bad language, either.

"Have it your way, young man," she snapped.

She tucked the butt into the pocket of her shorts and moved like lightning, running quickly behind the stunned boy, who was a good four inches shorter than Mandy's towering five-foot-eight. Snaking her long, sinewy arms around his neck in a sleeper hold, she fell to her back with the boy and snapped her powerful long legs around his midsection, squeezing hard and making him howl in pain.

"Remember this, buddy?" she hissed into his ear. "Remember how we'd rassle and I'd take you in my arms and legs? You couldn't fight me off then, and you're certainly not gonna do it now!"

"Leggo, dammit, leggo of me!" he screamed. "Goddammit, Granny, my fucking ribs, OWWWWW!"

"Tough to breathe is it?" she laughed. "That's a product of smoking, you stupid little boy! And my bodyscissor hold, of course, but I WILL get you to stop smoking! TODAY!"

She tightened her sleeper on his neck, immediately crimping the blood flow to his brain, and he went dizzy and slack in her powerful old arms, begging for mercy in an oxygen-deprived slur.

"Lemmme...go...pleesh," he said, seconds from passing out, his arms falling to his sides, his ribs bent in Mandy's powerful scissor grip but not feeling the pain due to his near unconscious state.

"Good, good," she cooed, releasing the sleeper and before Jeff could recover, taking the butt from her pocket and stuffing it into his mouth. "Now EAT that butt!"

He regained his composure and was about to spit it out when Mandy suddenly bridged up on her hands, thrusting her long legs out and brutally squeezing the boy's ribs, nearly snapping them in the savage grip. He howled in agony, and his hands pawed at the sweat-soaked limbs of solid muscle for release, finding none. Mandy relocked her sneakered feet and squeezed harder.

"EAT IT!" she roared. "Eat that butt or I swear I will scissor you in half!"

He had no choice and gamely chewed the foul cigarette butt and gulped it down. Mandy relinquished her full squeeze, and snapped her arms back up around his neck in a sleeper. He instantly went slack in her arms and she laughed.

"Reduced blood flow, a byproduct of your filthy habit!" she laughed. "Now, to continue my smoking cessation plan, I think you need to take a little nap first!"

Instantly, upon increasing the pressure, Mandy knocked the boy out cold, holding his convulsing body in her arms and legs until he stilled. Then she easy scooped him into her powerful arms, walking into the house, every inch of her body tensed, ready and sweating up a storm.

"Whew, I stink!" she laughed to herself as she walked in. "That will certainly come in handy."

Jeff woke sitting in a chair in the living room, blinking and focusing on his grandmother before him, who had peeled down to her black sports bra and black booty panties beneath, black socks and sneakers. She was running in place, her incredible legs bulging with muscle under creamy tanned skin.

"What the fuck?" he groaned, and tried to stand up.

To his horror, he found himself bound to the chair, arms behind him, legs tied to the chair. He felt a cool rush of wind on his body as she worked hers inches from him and realized he was naked. His eyes went wide when he realized she'd stripped him naked and tied him up.

"Relax, Jeff, I've seen many men naked in my job," she sighed, turning around to face him, that body soaked in sweat. "Now, I'm going to cure you of your habit, your smoking habit. Do you know what aversion therapy is?"

"What the hell are you talking about!" he cried, struggling against his bonds.

"Aversion therapy consists of exposing you -- in concentrated detail -- to that which your habit engenders, a lot of it, to make you realize how disgusting it is," she continued, ignoring his pleas. "Smoking is such a repugnant, embarrassing habit. I will force you to associate smoking with the nasty smell and taste. And with embarrassment. And really, what could be more humiliating that being naked in front of your grandmother?!"

She laughed, watching him squirm, unable to take his eyes off her old but exceptionally muscular body.

"Granny, please...just stop, please, I swear...I'm sorry...I'll do it, I quit, I quit right now, just please...whatever you're thinking...don't do it...please..." he begged pathetically.

"Nope, Jeffie, once I start something, I don't finish it," she laughed. "You know that by now, silly boy!"

She walked to him, leaning over, hands on his bare thighs inches from his soft cock and balls, her huge tits nearly spilling out of her bra.

"One of the worst things about smoking is the smell, it's awful, just awful," she growled. "And it's awful like the smell of a sweaty armpit. MY sweaty armpit!"

"No..no...NOOOOO!"

She calmly stood behind him to his right, wrapping her sinewy left arm around his face, burying it into the wet, stinky pit. His face was immediately soaked in sweat, the acrid stench filling his nose. Salty fluid filled his screaming mouth and clogged his nostrils. He couldn't breathe, save for the sweaty wetness of his grandmother's putrid pit.

"That's right, that's right, take a goooood whiff of my armpit, boy!" she laughed, holding tight to him and rubbing it into his face. "Now, take a lick! Go on, clean granny's filthy armpit of the stink and the sweat. LICK IT UP!!"

He hesitated. She smiled and reached down with her right hand, grabbing his balls and squeezing brutally hard, his screams muffled in the sweaty depths of the armpit imprisoning him. She giggled and worked her fingers, watching the silky forearm tendons ripple and dance as she squeezed his meat purple in her strong fingers.

"I said LICK MY PIT!" she growled with a throaty roar.

He had no choice and as she continued to crush his nuts, lashed out his tongue, licking and sucking the disgusting residue of her workout and the day's activities, a thick, pungent smell and taste. He licked her gross armpit for a full minute, until she released his face and instantly replaced it with the other one, equally foul smelling and rancid tasting. He smelled that stench again and closed his mouth against the wet flesh.

"Uh-uh-uh!" Mandy laughed, using her free hand to smash down her fist into his agonized balls, crushing them against the seat. "LICK!"

His tears mixed with her pit sweat as he licked and sucked, frantic to clean her and be done with it. She let him go and his head slung down toward his chest, moaning, his balls aflame. She walked slowly around him, pulling up a chair in front of his. Sitting down, she pulled one foot up on her seat, untying her sneaker and taking it off, then the other, Jeff's eyes watching as her filthy black socks, soaked with foot sweat, came into view.

"Smell," she snarled, pushing one sneaker into his face, opening it wide and burying his nose and mouth inside, the pungent acrid odor washing over him, making him gag. "Pretty bad, huh? These are my old sneakers, I only wear them to run in, and they are SO nasty, aren't they!"

He tried moving his head away but Mandy slammed a foot into his balls, making him scream and stop resisting. The smell was overpowering, cheesy and ripe, burning his eyes with the vinegary vapor. After forcing the other sneaker into his face, she dropped it to the floor, sat back and lifted her muscular old legs up under the knees, wiggling her filthy socked feet in his face.

"Take a whiff, it's disgusting, like cigarette smoke!" she snarled.

She slammed them into his face and the putrid odor overcame him, his head instinctively twisting away. Angrily, Mandy hooked one foot around the back of his head, holding it still while forcing the other all over the boy's moaning face, the wetness and stench transferring to his flesh. Mandy laughed and switched feet, wiping the sock all over him. She then dropped them and slowly peeled off each sock, rubbing the filthy fabric into his mouth and nose.

"Wow, that's so bad," she giggled, dropping the socks and running her fingers between the toes of one foot, pulling them out glistening with sweat and flecked with sock lint and grit. "Here, see?"

She grabbed his hair to hold him still and savagely rammed her stinky wet fingers into his nostrils. He screamed in shame and pain and couldn't help but smell the horrid aroma of her toes as she reamed his nostrils with her fingers.

"Now, smoking leaves a horrible taste in your mouth, too," she said, yanking her fingers out of his nose and ramming the toes of her left foot inside his moaning lips. "Run your tongue around my dirty toes, Jeffie, go on, go on, clean your granny's filthy feet!"

He hesitated, feeling her toes wiggling in his mouth, and she rewarded him by slamming her other foot to his nuts, grinding them against the chair. His screams of pain were muffled by the mouthful of foot stuffed into it.

"Just like putting out a cigarette, just like you CRUSHED the butt in my yard, I'm CRUSHING your boy balls now!" she laughed darkly. "Now suck my toes, boy, suck your grandmother's disgusting toes, lick 'em clean, get a good taste!"

He groaned, running his tongue over the long, dirty digits, feeling the grit between them, trying not to taste them as he swallowed her foot funk as best he could. She smiled at him as she watched, then switched feet, ramming that one in even deeper. For some reason, it smelled and tasted worst, the acidic, vinegary scent and flavor gagging him. She giggled as he wretched, then used the big toes of each foot on the corners of his mouth to pull it wide open.

"Here, try some sock scent and taste!" she laughed.

She grabbed her sweat-soaked black socks and rammed one into his mouth, scraping it on his cheeks and tongue and teeth, brutally transferring the scent and taste to him. She took the other and forced as much as she could up each nostril, and with one sock blocking his mouth breathing, he was forced to inhale the bitter pungency of the other in his nose.

She tortured him a moment longer, then pulled her toes from his mouth, leaving the sock inside, yanking out the one from his nose and ramming it behind the other, nearly lodging them down his throat. Calmly, she took one filthy sneaker, opened it wide and slammed it over his face, mouth and nose inside, tying it around the back of his head. She sat back smiling as his head lolled on his shoulders, eyes rolling into his head.

"Cigarette smoking also curtails blood flow, such as to the brain," she said, now slowly lifting her feet up and wrapping her incredibly muscular old calves around his neck. "Like my scissor hold is now. I'm squeezing just enough to slow the blood, can you feel the muscles pulsate? Are you getting dizzy, Jeffie? Are your fingers and toes tingling? That's because the blood isn't going to your brain! Cigarettes do that, too, Jeffie, they really do!"

He looked up the length of her clutching shins, over her thighs to that determined face, scrunched into a frown of focus, eyes fixed on him. She squeezed a little harder and he went limp in her legs.

"You're passing out now, Jeffie, in my calves, just to show you how badly smoking reduces circulation!" she said.

He was out with another slight increase in pressure. She sighed, unlocked her lethal calves and stood up. When he woke, he was on the floor, arms tied behind his back. He blinked himself awake, looking up at his grandmother, who was now completely naked as she straddled his body, her body a sheen of sweat, her eyes glaring down at him.

"Again, smoking is so smelly, so I want you to associate it with possibly the worst thing you could ever want to smell," she cooed, squatting, his very hairy, sweat-soaked pussy coming closer to his astonished face. "Like your granny's vagina! Smell it, Jeff, smell my hairy crotch, all cheesy and sweaty and oh-so-stinky!"

She laughed a dark laugh as her hairy quim opened to seal off his face, the wet, stinky lips on his nose, his mouth at the soaking hole, all that hair scraping his chin and cheeks. She groaned and ground herself on him, her slender hips snapping back and forth as she rode his moaning face, taking it deep into her hairy snatch. The smell was overpowering, wet, raw, ripe, and he was helpless to do anything but breathe it in. And also taste it as her pussy got wetter and wetter, her juices dripping down his throat.

"Oh, that's so bad!" Mandy laughed, hands on her swiveling hips, looking down into the terrorized face of her grandson, only his eyes visible in the squatting spread of her muscular thighs. "I don't know how you can stand the smell! Or the taste! How does granny's hairy hole taste, boy? Dreadful, I'm sure...but damn, it feels soooo good riding your stupid face like this...oh yeah, feels sooooooo good...."

Jeff couldn't believe his eyes as he watched his grandmother grind harder and harder, now tweaking her thick brown nipples in her strong old fingers, head back, mouth open and moaning. She was cumming, quite hard and wetly, on his face and he felt dizzy again as in the throes of her orgasm, she clamped her thighs completely over his face, smothering him as she humped his nose and mouth in her acrid, hairy cunt.

He struggled mightily, thrusting his legs into the air, swinging them side to side, but unable to buck off his fiercely humping grandmother, and soon found himself going slack as he neared unconsciousness. He welcomed it, if only to escape the brutality of her face riding and the ongoing horror of the taste and stench of her sweaty cunt.

He went under as she finished, soaking his face completely. Pulling off with an obscene sucking sound as her wet cunt departed his nose and mouth, she slipped back on his chest, holding up her legs and smiling down between them at her grandson as he woke up.

"Know what smells and tastes worse than what you just had on your face?" she giggled, reaching under to part her cheeks, opening up the hairy, wrinkled pucker of her sweat-soaked asshole. "This!"

"No...Granny please, I'm begging you, please don't!" he screamed.

She laughed and slipped one long bony finger into her asshole, easily burying it to the knuckle, and then the finger next to it. She groaned dreamily as she sliced it in and out, soaking the entire length of both, pulling them out and wiggling them in Jeff's face, wet, slimy and sticky with her rancid ass oils.

"Oh, yeah, that's worse, I can smell it from here!" she laughed. "In they go!"

He tried to swivel his head away but Mandy calmly dropped her feet to the sides of it, pinning it against the floor, his face straight up making it easy for her to bury each finger up his nostrils. He nearly threw up at the scent, a heady mix of shit and sweat, the funky smell ripping into his lungs. She laughed maniacally now as she reamed his nose for a tortured moment, then popped them out and right back up her ass, adding the other two fingers as well, soaking all four fingers before yanking them out with a wet pop.

"Noooo!" he screamed, a scream that went muffled as she rammed her shit-stinking-and-tasting fingers into his mouth.

"That's it, Jeffie, taste granny's bum!" she laughed, fingerfucking his mouth hard. "Lick it..smell it....taste it! Lick, boy, lick, lap those fingers clean and remember that smoking has a very nasty taste and smell, too! You'll never forget THAT, will you boy, every time you think about smoking, you'll never forget where you are now! Pinned under your grandmother, sucking the poopy stink off her fingers!"

She pulled the fingers from his mouth, inspecting them for cleanliness and laughing as he sputtered, twisting his head to the side to wipe his mouth on her leg. She calmly flipped over and sat squarely on his face, nose immersed into the spongy wetness of her hairy butt hole. His mouth was trapped in the wet seal of her hairy quim and he screamed into it.

"Smells bad, huh?" she laughed, hands on hips, swiveling them, rocking herself on his face and taking his nose as deeply as she could up her stinky ass. "Like cigarettes...but way worse! And speaking of worse...."

Jeff felt his granny's butt tense and ripple and then release a long, loud fart, directly up his nose, scorching its way up his nostrils and into his lungs. He screamed again, fighting the urge to puke, gagging at the smell as she farted again and again.

"Whew, that's so bad," she giggled, blurping out one last wet fart. "So bad..."

She shifted her muscular old body up a bit, his mouth now at the pucker, spreading her cheeks in her hands. 

"Lick," she said calmly. "Taste it. Smoking tastes bad, and this is a lesson in what tastes VERY bad!"

He groaned, slicing his tongue into the muscular ring of his grandmother's rectum, spearing it deeply over and over, pulling her ass taste into his mouth each time. She bounced playfully on it, riding his tongue and then settled fully on it, holding her cheeks apart.




Granny Mandy's Smoking Cessation



"Uh-oh," she grunted, farting directly into his open mouth, a wet echo bubbling inside mixing with his screams of horror and shame.

She sighed, looking down at his limp pecker.

"This is good!" she laughed, reaching for it and twisting it, along with his balls, in her hands, yanking the flesh hard, making him scream again. "You're not erect! That means you hate all this, so the treatment is working! That's the good news..."

She dismounted his sputtering face, soaked with her butt and pussy juices. She stood and pulled him to his knees, turning to wiggle her muscular old ass in his face.

"The bad news is we're not done yet," she giggled, reaching for his ears and pulling his face into her suffocating fanny flesh. "Now suck it and shove your cock and nuts into my calves!"

He had no choice, snuggling up close on his haunches, as Mandy reached down and tugged his package inside her calves, locking the muscular limbs around it. Bending over opened her asshole wider, and Jeff's face sunk deeper into it. She laughed and stroked his cock as it stuck out of her shins, gently at first and then faster as despite his wanting it not to, got stiff as a board in her insistent stroking.

"Cum for granny, baby, cum for me!" she laughed, jerking him harder and faster.

Jeff groaned, tongue buried in his granny's gripping sphincter, licking it out, fighting the urge to cum and failing. It felt so good, his granny's pumping hand, the way she stroked the tip, squeezing his balls just past gently in her muscular calves, and soon he tensed up, groaning loudly into the chasm of her ass.

"Oh..oh...OH SHIT!!" he cried.

She laughed and now slipped his cock back into her calves, milking him, stroking back and forth with the smooth muscles, and his dick exploded, shooting rope after rope of gooey cum onto her feet below, coating every inch, every flexing tendon, every long, bony toe. She scooted back and took his spurting head in the inner calves now, twisting them side to side, coaxing every drop out, the remaining jism coating the flexing muscles. She let go of his cock and bent his head down, tucking it into her muscular old thighs for a standing headscissors, his sore neck gripped into the savage bite of the steely flesh, squishy with his sperm. He went dizzy immediately, his eyes cast downward, over her shins to the lumpy spunk on his grandmother's old feet.

"Sleep, baby, sleep," she cooed gently, squeezing harder and knocking him out.

He woke outside on her back deck. His neck hurt, and looking side to side saw the reasons why: She'd taken him in her calves again, standing over his neck and squeezing it. His face was just above the spunk on her feet.

"Lick that nasty goo off, Jeffie," she laughed, easing her grip to let his face slide down to her feet, mouth splashing into a puddle of white. "It can't taste that great, but again, neither does cigarette smoking!"

She had him scissored in the ankles now, squeezing just enough to cause pain and dizziness, smiling down at him as he gamely lapped away at the cum soaking her bony feet, wincing at the taste, texture and smell. He slurped everything he could, begging for mercy the entire time, before she was satisfied he'd done a good job and released him. He slumped to the sunny deck, groaning. She bent and untied his hands, lifting him to a lounge chair and sitting next to him.

She held up three cigarettes she'd taken from his pack. Each was darkened slightly, stained with dried fluids. She smiled, sticking one in his mouth.

"You're quitting after these last three cigarettes, Jeffie," she said, flicking his lighter under the one in his mouth. "Smoke it down."

He grimaced at the familiar taste as the smoke filled his lungs, looking at her quizzically.

"I dipped this one in your cum and let it dry out," she smiled. "Tastes pretty bad, huh?"

He nodded in shame and took the cigarette from his mouth. She shook her head and directed it back in.

"I said smoke it," she said sternly, clapping her meaty thighs together as she sat. "Unless you want to go back in these!"

He quickly smoked it down, wincing at the flavor, before stubbing out the remnants in a cup she held up. She produced another cigarette and lit it for him. The taste was worse, sweaty and raw, and again familiar.

"That one I had in my pussy," she laughed. "Must taste something awful, huh? Finish it boy..."

He groaned and smoked it to the filter, nearly gagging at the flavor of the smoke. She put the last one up to his face, running it under his nose. It smelled like shit and sweat and her ass. Which is just where it had been, she told him.

He gagged smoking it and halfway through it, lurched forward, staggering to the deck railing and leaning over it to throw up. Mandy smiled and came up behind him, taking the burning cigarette from his fingers, waiting for him to stop. He turned to face her, naked body shivering despite the oppressive heat. She held it to his lips, and he reluctantly took it, smoking the last of the shit-flavored tobacco before she took it out and extinguished it.

"Now, Jeffie, are you ever going to smoke again?" she asked sternly, arms folded over her chest, her pussy hair glistening with sweat in the heat of the day.

"No, granny, no, I swear, I'm cured, honest to God, I'm so cured!" he cried.

She hugged him, holding his shaking body, smiling over his head as he buried his face in her chest, sobbing.

"Sometimes love hurts, Jeffie," she sighed. "Sometimes love hurts, but it's all for the best..."



Granny Moves on



An old Army friend of my husband showed up one day out of the blue. Norman had just bought a business hear our home town and came by to say 'Hi." To my husband. 

That is how Fred and I became interested in RVing. Norman sold motor homes and travel trailers over in Ohio just across the state line. We visited Norman at the sales lot and Fred was hooked on this as the only way to travel. So we bought a new motor home with all the bells and whistles. We also found out about snow-birding. So as winter approached we took off on our first ever trip in our motor home. I was a learning experience for both of us.

Our home is in western Pennsylvania on the shores of a large lake. So after making arrangements for someone to act as caretakers for the winter we took off to do this thing called Snow-birding. 

Fred was as good driver and we planed our trip well. The first day we made only one hundred and fifty miles but it was a nice trip and a safe one. We parked in a really nice campground in southern Ohio near the Ohio River. The second day we found ourselves in Kentucky. Again we had no problems and the campground host was a very nice couple that invited us to a Friday night get together at the social room. It was a pot luck dinner and social. 

We had a ball. Fred talked RVs and how to pick a park, and things to see along the way. What a wonderful bunch of people and none friendlier. We met a couple about our age that was going south to winter in Texas. In a town named Mc Allen. Fred spent a lot of time talking and listening. He came to me and said he thought we should go to Texas instead of Florida. 

So the next morning we followed Thelma and Tom Stark down the road. Tom had made this trip many times and knew where to stop for lunch, where to park free and where a big rig could get gas easily. 

Thelma and I hit it off right away and found that when the boys were off doing guy things we enjoyed one another. Fred has been a good husband but he's never been much of a talker. Tom on the other hand always took the lead in story telling and the conversation often got around to mature people and how they seem to enjoy sex more on the RV trail than at home. Some of his stories got very close to risqué to say the least. 

However Fred and I are not prudes. We did not admit to our new friends that in our youth we had once engaged in a wild party with some close friends. It was only a few times however Fred and I had talked it over and had agreed we would only engage in group sex to see if we liked it. We did. Fred more than me I think but it was engaging to say the least. We moved about six months after we started swinging and we just never started up again in the area where we live now. 

Tom and Thelma introduced us to several casinos along the way. I found I enjoyed playing the slots and the free drinks. Fred was not a big gambler either but we enjoyed the noise, the people and a free place to park the coach while we gambled. It may have been cheaper to pay for parking in a campground away for the casinos. But it was fun. It was also the first time Tom came on to me. But it was so subtle that I later wondered if it was just my imagination. I knew better and did mention it to Fred. Fred said it's was just his way but if I wanted he would talk to Tom about it. 

I said 'No.' 

But then Fred said "Maybe Thelma and Tom were into sex with other couples." Of course Fred was remembering our past history and I suspected he also had noticed that Thelma was very pretty, well figured and had a kind of wild way about her. 

I asked Fred "Would you say we might be getting into some thing a little over our heads."

Fred reminded me we were full grown adults. Not the kids we were when we had tried swinging so many years ago. I agreed but said I thought he was looking at Thelma at little too close. He only laughed. But I saw the writing on the wall and so I took a second look at Tom.

I was forty six at the time, Fred was fifty three. Tom was fifty one and Thelma surprisingly was the oldest of us all. But she surely did not look it. She was fifty eight. Her slim figure and her make up kept her looking very good. 

We stopped at the welcome center just inside the Texas state line. We got maps and lot of information of things to see on the way south. We were still in the Welcome center parking lot when we all gather in our motor home for lunch. 

Tom brought up the subject of nudist camps just down the road right on the coast. He said it was as perfect place to spend a few days soaking up the sun. I did not say a word I just let the boys sound each other out. I think what made Fred change his mind was when Thelma said she loved to get naked and lay in the sun. She added she often rode in the coach nude just for the fun of it. 

Tom added she would read sexy stories to him as he drove so when they got to a rest area they were hot and ready for a roll in the hay. This was a little more than I wanted to know but Fred was eating it up. 

Thelma said "Why don't' we all get naked and have lunch and see how you guys (meaning us; Fred and me) like the idea." 

Knew it, just sure as hell I saw it coming for days and here as last it all came out in the open. Thelma was on her feet slipping off her top. Tom was smiling from ear to ear while my dear husband had his eyes fixed on Thelma's chest. 

Thelma leaned forward unhooked her bra and let it fall into her hands. I must say her firm pointed little breasts hardly even quivered let alone sag. My forty double D's hang to my waist. Well maybe not that far but mine are not as firm as Thelma's. 

Tom stood and looked at Fred. Tom said "Well?"

Fred said "Why the hell not." Fred stood; looked at me smiled and unzipped his shorts.

I stood there like the dunce of the bunch just taking in the scenery. Tom dropped his cut off jeans and I was not surprised at his manliness. He was well hung and it looked rather swollen as if it were going to grow to a much larger state. 

Tom's met my eyes and he smiled at me. He knew right then he was going to end up fucking me before this day was over. I smiled back knowing he was so right. 

Fred is not one to be bettered he is well hung also and when he dropped his shorts he was already nearly fully erect. 

The three of then looked at me and I hunched my shoulders as if to say "well okay, give me a minute to enjoy the view."

I pulled up my top and as it came over my head Tom smiled got even larger. He knew I was a busty Polish blonde but he had no idea just how busty I was until he saw my melons swing free from my bar. 

Fred said "That's why I married her. Great Tits." I tossed my bra at him. 

Tom said "I agree Wilma has beautiful breasts." 

Tom never notice I removed my panties and was fully naked. He was still looking at my swinging melons. I some how finished making lunch. Fred and Thelma were sitting on the same side of the table looking into one another eyes. Tom came up behind me and asked if he could help. 

Tom pressed forward and his rather swollen member slipped between my legs to lay right along my very wet split. I froze as Tom moved back and forth a few times wetting his member. I was getting wetter by the minute and could not do a thing about it. 

I had my head down looking into the sink, my heart was beating fast and my fingers were griping the edge of the counter tightly. 

Tom reached around cupping my breasts. His cock throbbing between my legs and all I could do was stand there letting him have his way. 

Tom moved one hand down to fine my mound under a thin blonde covering. Tom had his fingers rubbing my clitoris as he rubbing his cock back and forth. 

I heard a gulp that I knew so very well. I turned my head to see Thelma with her head in Fred's lap. 

The table blocked the view but I knew from the sound Fred was making Thelma had his cock in her mouth. 

Tom pulled my hips back away from the counter. He spread my legs bent his legs found the right angle and pushed up and forward. His cock slipped into me as easy as if we had done this all day. I gasped and pushed back taking a little more of him. 

Tom took long slow strokes letting me feel him from the tip to the hilt. I was hot and it felt wonderful. I bent forward moving back some to give him more room. By now my head was almost on the counter my ass wiggling from side to side and being banged into at a regular pace. I was getting a good fuck and loving every minute of it. 

Tom had his hands on my hips helping me move to and fro. He spread his hands so his thumbs were near the crack of my ass . He dug his thumbs in and I felt my tiny asshole spread open. The air was cooling. I knew Tom was getting an eye full. I wondered if he was an ass man or just looking. My ass was not virgin but it had been a long time. Maybe too long.

My emotions kind of got away from me and before I knew it I was screaming and shaking my ass from side to side. I squeezed down hard and my pussy gripped onto Tom's cock. He squeaked, yelped and shoved harder up into me. My legs gave out as I climaxed and flooded down my legs. Tom sank to the floor with me. But kept his cock firmly planted in my pussy. Tom later said if he had not moved down with me I would have broken his cock off as my pussy was gripping his cock so tightly. I guess I was very excited. My pussy only does that tightening thing when I'm really aroused. 

I looked up to see Fred half out of the booth seat with his cock still in Thelma's mouth I had to admit that girl was one hell of a classy cocksucker. Tom wiggled around and got free of me. He stood over me. His cock still about half hard. It was dripping with our combined juices. The foam had formed a large drip hanging on the tip of his cock. Well what was I to do. Let that stuff drip on the floor of our new motor home. I thought not.

I lifted my head up leaned forward taking the head of his cock in my mouth. God was that a sensation I had missed for some time. Not just sucking a cock. No; it was sucking a strange cock. The feel of a cock that had never been in my mouth before was so erotic. I got all excited all over again. I continued to suck his cock deep into my mouth as I rubbed a finger across my clitoris. This was really getting to be a very interesting lunch break. 

Taking a moment to look at my husband I saw him lift Thelma's ass onto the table spreading her legs as he did. I knew my darling husband was going to repay her in kind. Thelma was smiling with Fred's thick cum still on her smiling lips.

I returned to what I was doing as Tom took my head in his hands pulling me closer. I felt the head of his cock punch the back of my throat. God I loved sucking a hard hot cock. I rubbed my clitoris faster as I moved my mouth back and forth on Tom's quivering cock. Tom said "sick it Baby, I do love a good fucking blow job. Wow."

My darling Fred finished our jobs about the same time. The four of us managed to get calmed down long enough to finish lunch. Tom and Thelma went back to their coach and in an hour we were once more on the road. 

Fred had not said much so once we were bouncing down the road I asked him if he thought going to a nudist camp was a good idea. He said "Why not." I could not come up with a good reason not too so we went bouncing. 

We pulled up to the gate of the nudist camp. Tom leaned out the window spoke to the man and we were waved through with out further ado. 

We followed a golf cart to a long row of motor homes. Fed pulled through just like he had done this a thousand times. The awnings were put out. Doors and windows were open to let in the cool ocean breeze. As they say it just don't get any better than this. 

But then it did. Tom came over naked as the day he was born and said "come you two. I want you to meet the owner and his wife. You'll like them Peggy is a pretty Polish blonde with knockers just like Wilma. We told them about you guys and we are all invited to a special party tonight for a select few." 

Well I knew what that means and as my husband always says "Why not." I knew Fred would not have a problem with it. 

Pete and Peggy were as friendly as any two people we had ever met. Smiling, happy and wanted nothing but to be helpful. They took us around showed us the pool area, how clean the bathrooms were and introduced us to another couple that were workamper's they worked during the season for there space and a small wage. 

Fred showed some interest in this workamper thing and said he was going to look into it. But I was looking at Pete and Peggy and I noticed Peggy seemed very interested in me. I wondered if maybe she might be a little bisexual. We'll see tonight for sure.  

Fred and I rested, no sex but we did take a few minutes to talk about our hosts and new friends. Fred was feeling very protective and said if I ever wanted to not go forward with this just say so and we would get the hell out of here. I told him I would and assured him so far I was fine with it. His smile assured me he was fine also.

Tom knocked on the door telling us through the screen he and Thelma were going to the pool and asked if we wanted to join them I said not me but Fred said maybe he would be over shortly.

Ten minutes later Fred kissed me and said he would not stay long. I rolled over on the sofa closed my eyes and started to dream.

I woke a few minutes later to a soft knock on my door. I turned to see Peggy and the workamper lady Jean standing there. I invited them in and they sat a bottle of chilled wine on the table. I got out the glasses and we toasted each other to a new friendship. 

I'll not go into a lot of detail but to say soon the bottle was empty, I was spread eagle on the bed. Peggy had her mouth pressed tightly to my wet cunt and Jean was squatting over me with her dripping pussy wetting my face from ear to ear. I would have screamed when I climaxed if I could have but I was too busy licking and swallowing Jean's robust climax. I thought her juices tasted a lot like male semen and wondered if she might have been fucked just before they arrived. I was having too good a time to care. 

As I washed up and kissed my new friends ado I wondered just how much longer it was going to take to get down near the Mexican border. 

Fred arrived home as the sun was setting and red as a beet. I greeted him with a kiss and started to hug him when he yelped and pulled away. I told him what I though of an old fool who lays out I the sun too long and want to get the baby oil.

Fred laid on the bed and as gently as I could I applied baby to him red body. Mostly on his back but he also got some sun on his privates. What a stupid ass he can be at times.

It was after dark when Tom and Thelma came by to invite us to a private party in a private building where special friends gathered. 

Fred insisted I go and have a good time. I did not want to leave him or not have him around it I needed him. Of course Tom said he would take good care to see I did not get into too much trouble. 

The room was small with chairs around a round table. The table was padded and looked more like small round bed than a table. The guy who was Co-owner of the camp ground was smiling in the dim light as we came in. 

I was introduced to Nathan. He was an older man with a round belly and what I observed to be a rather long thick cock but by the way it hung limp I assumed he was not longer able to perform. I was right about that but he still had ways to perform and give the ladies deeply satisfying pleasures. 

A pretty little lady named Hazel with flat nearly child like breast was selected first to get up on the round table. However her hips were wide and as Fred calls it the head space between her legs at the crotch was generous. 

Hazel was a red head with a bashful smile and that look of meekness about her. But with some help from friendly words and few joyful comments Hazel was soon stretched out on the table face down. 

Nathan opened a small cabinet behind him and removed two bottles of body oil. There was a warming element in the cabinet that kept the oil ready for use. 

I observed that Nathan had thick strong hands and nimble fingers. He was a master at giving Hazel a body massage and with delicate touching he soon had her breathing heavily. 

Our little band had grown to four couples. Plus me and Nathan as the only two singles. I wished my Fred was here. 

Of course I noticed that all four of the men including Tom had full erections. I guess they were interested in what Nathan was doing to Hazel. Hazels' husband a husky strong looking man named Carl stepped up to the end of the round table were Hazel's head hung close to the edge. 

Carl stroked his wife head lovingly and moved closer. Hazel opened her mouth and Carl's cock disappeared from sight. 

Just as Carl pushed his cock into his wife's mouth Nathan pushed two fingers into her ass. I thought at first he was pushing into her pussy but no, he had two of his massive fingers pushed deep into her round firm ass. 

My own ass tightened thinking of how that might feel. One lady was quick to drop to her knees taking a cock in her mouth as she continued to watch Hazel. I don't know if the cock she was sucking was her husbands or not. 

Thelma was jerking on Tom's cock and I just stood there watching Carl fuck his wife's mouth. Another man who I would have reason to come to know later stepped up and asked Carl to move over. Carl gave ground and the second man replaced Carl's cock with his own. Hazel seemed happy to suck any cock that was close to her face. 

Thelma took me by the hand and together we both squatted in front of Tom. I was so hot from watching the show going on all around me. I had no problems helping Thelma suck her husband's cock. Thelma squatted I however only bent at the waist when it was my turn to willingly enjoy Tom's cock in my mouth. 

Hazel squirmed and shook as she climaxed and the man who's cock was in her mouth pulled back to let Hazel have a climax that shook the whole building. 

Nathan removed his fingers from her ass and washed her with a cloth. All seemed to return to normal for a few minutes as Hazel was helped from the table. The cock sucking was on hold for a few minutes as a new lady mounted the throne. 

This lady rested on her back with her legs spread wide and her knees pulled up so her heels were on the edge of the table. Nathan took his thumbs and forcibly spread her pussy so wide it gapped open. Another lady mounted the table and sat so her pussy was over the face of the other. Nathan licked his lips with the longest tongue I had ever seen and it soon disappeared into the gapping pussy before him. 

Once again the spectators were soon doing what ever turned them on. I had Toms cock in my mouth and Thelma was standing by waiting her turn. I was bent over as before when I felt the unmistakable feel of a cock head touch my pussy from the rear. 

I lifted my head from Tom's cock looked around as there was the man who had had his cock in Hazels mouth. 

He smiled and said "Hi I'm Dr. Charles Crane. You look so beautiful I wonder if I might indulge in your charms."

By this time I was so hot I only smiled nodded and went back to Tom's cock. 

Dr. Crane was gentle, as he took a grip on my hips, wet his cock head in my wet pussy juice and then slowly pushed into me.

It felt good, I was so excited I wanted to feel a man spurt semen into me in either place I had a cock. 

Thelma let me know it was her turn and I gave way. I held onto Tom's leg for support as the Doctor moved a bit faster and plunged deeper in to me. He was pulling me back into him as he pushed forward in a nice rhythm that worked for me. 

My motor was running and I was getting wind up. I was dong my squeeze the cock thing when the doctor stiffen, jerked and I felt that ever so pleasant warming feeling flood my insides. I responded and gave him as good as I got. I don't know if it was because I had a totally strange cock up my cunt or if I as just horny but no matter I had one hell of a climax and the juices ran freely down my legs. 




Granny Moves on



My legs gave out and I went to my knees my head now resting on Tom's legs. I felt a few last drops of something slimy drip on to my back and knew that the doctor had not finished when I pulled free. I thought of turning around and sucking his cock to kind of make us both happy but I was too tired. 

Tom, Thelma and I walked out into the night air. I was still dripping and it felt kind of sloppy but exciting as well.

I looked in the screen door on our coach and saw Fred lying on the floor. I scream and burst in. Tom ran in next to me as I lifted Fred's head. I second later the Doctor was pushing me away and checking Fred. He started to do CPR but he knew it was useless. 

Fred had had a massive heart attack and was most likely dead before he hit the floor. The next few hours were hectic and with the police, medical personal there it was even more so.

Dr. Crane gave me a shot and Thelma helped me to bed. Fred's body was shipped home and the funeral was five days later. I was still in shock and I think what made it even worst was that I had been out having a good time while my husband was dieing. 

The phone rang and it was Nathan asking what I wanted done with the coach or did I want to leave it in storage there. I had forgotten about the coach. I told Nathan I would check into having it brought back here. He reminded me it was going to be winter here very soon and it might be better to leave the coach there unless I had a heated place to put it inside. After all the winters here were sometimes pretty severe. He was right of course so I told him I would get back to him in a day or two. 

I called Norman and asked his advice. He was so pleasant he asked about me and how I was doing. I thought he was really the first one that seemed concern about how I felt. It made me feel good. 

After sometime he said he would send a man to get the coach and he would put it up in an indoor storage building along with his for the winter. I said for him to bill me and hung up. 

The next Monday morning a man knocked on my door and introduced himself as Denny and he was the one going to Texas to bring back my coach. I had to sign a few papers before he could get going. I invited him in and offered him a cup of coffee since I had just made a pot. I was still in my robe as he followed me into the kitchen. 

He said he worked for Norman part times driving coaches both delivering them and sometimes like this bringing one back from some where. 

I looked at Denny. He was about fifty, broad in the shoulders and had a happy pleasing smile. I liked him right off. After only two cups of coffee he asked if I would like to ride along with him. 

I knew he was interested in me for more than a traveling companion and he knew I had just lost my husband but he still asked in such a way as to make it sound legitimate. 

I said for him to have another cup of coffee while I packed my bag. 

I dashed into the bedroom pulled a bag out of my closet and tossed it on the bed. I looked up to see Denny standing in the door way. I looked at him. He looked at me and I kicked the bag on the floor as he walked toward me. 

My robe was tossed across the room as were his trousers. He took no time in foreplay as he mounted me straight away and his most pleasant erection was in me up to the hilt and we were off on a rampage together. 

Denny made me climax twice and then lifted me up turned me around and took me doggie style before he finely empted his cock and balls of all he had to offer. 

He joined me in the shower and there I went down and gave him a blow job with the warm water cascading down over me. His semen was sweet and yet strong in a strange way. I had never tasted cum like his and I liked the taste, smell and even how his cock felt in my mouth. 

I packed and he carried my bag out to his car which had a tow dolly on the back. It would be used to tow his car back behind the coach on the return trip. 

The conversation was light, jovial and at time whimsical. Then as the miles rolled by Denny started to ask me about my marriage and if I was really ready to move on or was today just a period of grief in some way. 

I thought about that and when I was ready to answer him I thought I would tell Denny of my happy marriage, the openness of it and that what we did was simply because I wanted it to happen. I was horny, he was here and so that was why I let him into my bed. 

I said I was in love with Fred, but we still engaged in sex with others but up until that last night we had always were together when we indulged in swinging. 

Denny said he had done some swinging except in his case he was mostly the third partner in a threesome. He said he had been in a three some with a lot of married couples and he liked it that way. I saw his point and agree for a single man it was a good way to get his sex and not worry about commitment. 

We stopped for lunch about two in the afternoon. He topped off the tank and as we came out of the dinner Denny suggested we go ahead and get a good night's sleep and leave early in the morning.

The motel was just down the block. 

I shower first and returned to the bed area with a long towel wrapped around me. My breasts were some what confined but still showed they were of a size that most men like. While I stood at the mirror brushing my hair Denny came up behind me kissed me on the back of my neck. He was naked as he stepped around me and entered the shower room. I just happen to notice he had an erection. I decided I liked this man. 

The shower was big enough for two. It turned me on as much as it did him when I soaped up his erection and jerked him nearly to a climax. But it was so thrilling feeling him expand in my hand and feeling his balls tighten up. God it was thrilling and my pussy got so wet I started to finger myself with my other hand.

Denny cupped his hand over mine as I masturbate myself and him at the same time. This was a first and damn was it a turn on. 

We kissed and letting go I laced my arms around his neck. We hugged rubbing our soapy bodies together. I don't ever remember ever and I do mean ever feeling this close to a man. 

My heart was racing and my head was dizzy. I was in fact swooning. I was acting like a girl on her first date with a guy getting her turned on for the first time in her life.

We burst from the shower dripping wet. Whirling around we landing on the bed. He came up between my legs and I reached down to guide him where I wanted him. He slipped into me easily and began to work right away as if it was a race to see who would explode first. Like a couple of kids we banged together, grunting and groaning seeking that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. 

We hit the wire at the same moment it was a tie race. We screamed, jerked and shook to an ending that words will never express.

He tried to keep his weight off me but could not hold himself up so he rolled off. Panting we lay with out words trying to catch our breath.

It was dark when I woke. Denny was still on his back breathing easily. I cuddled up tossed an arm over his mountain of a cheat and went back to sleep.

The next morning we were a little less frantic as we once more headed down the road. We made several hundred miles and found we were with in one more night of our destination. Denny drove well into the night before we stopped.

He pulled into a small but nice motel and we were quickly in bed. It had been along day of driving and Denny was really beat. There had been rain for a couple of hours and that added to the long hours he slipped into bed with out showering. He mumbled something about in the morning and closed his eyes. 

I was tired too but at the same time I was fascinated by this man. I rested on my side with my head on his shoulder. He was breathing easy and seemed to be close to sleep.

I let my hand trail down his belly and come to rest on his limp cock. I loved the feel of it soft and wrinkled. He did not move as I lifted the covers and slipped my head to where my hand was. 

I pushed back the skin, and sucked the head into my mouth. I did not suck his cock into my mouth I just let the head roll on my tongue. 

Slowly I felt this cock stiffen and before long I had a mouth full of rigid cock. I moved my mouth up and down on his cock. I was not moving fast or trying to make him come. However I did think that would be the end result of my attentions. 

I took my time and let my tongue investigate ever ridge and throb of blood through his cock. I let my tongue tickle the little mouth at the tip. I tasted the fluid that seeped out as he become hard. My fingers were rapped around the shaft between my mouth and its base.

I was making myself as aroused as I thought he was becoming. I felt his balls tighten up. The shaft got harder and the head swelled up. The first throb was a tightening of his muscles and the fluid shot for the tiny mouth on to my tongue. I moved my mouth up and down a few more times and the spurting continued five of six more times. I let the fluid fill my mouth but I did not swallow it. I let the semen roll across my tongue and tasted its strong flavor. Then I lifted my head from his cock rolled on my back and let the mouth full slip slowly down my throat. It was different than any other time in my life that I had swallowed cum. It was some how more personnel and loving on my part. I did this purely for my own joy. Denny never said a word and let me have my fun. 

We woke in each others arms. Denny rolled over on his side took me in his arms and kissed me. It was a loving tender non passionate kiss. He held me for a few moments longer than I thought he would and that tenderness gave me goose bumps. 

I thought old girl are you falling in love with this man. I did not seem real. Here I am a widow at forty nine, mother of two daughters and grandmother of two fine young boys. This was almost too much to think about. We would make it to the campground by this afternoon and tomorrow would be on the return trip. 

I had a lot to think about and I wondered if I should confess to Denny about the campground and what had happened here. I did not really know this man. Maybe he would be offended at my actions here and the openness Fred and I shared. What if Old Nathan would say something? There were just too many ifs and if I was going to really get to know this man I had to be open and be up front about my somewhat checkered past. This thought kept me quite for a good part of the day as the miles rolled bye. 

At lunch I said "Denny you do know I'm a grandmother don't you?" 

He looked up smiled and said "How would I know that. But I thought you might have children and if that was so there was a good chance you had grandchildren as well." 

I said "I guess you've thought about it then? Have you also thought about us? Or is that too much too soon? Am I asking too many questions?"

He looked at me sipped his coffee and said "Yes."

He went back to eating. I knew he was teasing me with a one word answer. I did not ask any more questions. Well not until we were once more on the road. Here I had a captive audience. I think I saw Denny swing his eyes in my direction once or twice. He was waiting for me to ask more questions. He even smiled once and then returned his attention to the road as well he should have. But he was waiting I knew that. 

"Do you know where we are?" He asked.

I looked around and said "No; should I?"

He turned off the highway and pointed at a sign. We were pulling into the camp ground where my coach was in storage. I got a lump in my throat and a tightening in my chest. I took a few deep breaths and wiped my eyes.

Denny pulled the car over to the side and stepped out. Nathan came out of the office and greeted Denny as if they were old friends and indeed they were. Nathan came around to my side opened the door and gave me a hug as I stood up. 

Nathan said "I'm so sorry you had to return under such conditions. I got you coach all ready for you to stay in for how ever long you want to stay before heading back north. Did you have a nice trip?"

I hugged Nathan and said we had a nice trip and that Denny was a fine safe driver. Nathan smiled. 

Nathan said "Why don't you two go get cleaned up and then about six come up to the house and have dinner with me and a friend."

Denny answered for the both of us and said we would be there. I did not argue the point and nodded my agreement.

Denny carried I our bags and said he was going to shower and shave. I stripped naked, turned the bed down and plopped my ass on it. Denny stood at the end of the bed. Stripped naked and let me see his erection was fully extended and proudly pointing at me. 

I jump up wiggled on hands and knees to the foot of the bed lowered my head to just the right angle. Denny captured my head between his hands and pushed. 

His cock plopped into my mouth and he started fucking my mouth in rapid succession. I was surprised at his eagerness to get off. But I welcomed him with open mouth as I grabbed his ass puling him fully into me. 

I heard him say "Oh, my God you cocksucker." and then he pumped the first of several loads of thick salty cum into my mouth. I welcomed it, savored it and eagerly swallowed it. 

His cock was still firm but going down slowly as he stepped back. "God that was the best fucking blow job I ever had. I was so god damn horny. I needed that. Now I'm really hungry I wonder what on the menu tonight?" He laughed and said "Maybe you. I know Nathan likes you."

I wondered how he would know anything about me or the camp ground and it special benefits. But I had a lot to learn. 

Looking at myself in the mirror I smiled and thought not too bad for an old broad. I thought Granny its time to move on... If you like this one let me know and I'll go for a second part. But only if I get a good response. 

I want to thank all the readers that E-mailed me after the first five. Especially the ladies. A special thanks to Cora and Simon (mother and son) you could fill a novel for me ...



Granny My Love



I was counting the days before my flight to Germany, where my teaching career would begin as a lecturer in American politics as the University of Munich. With three weeks to go, I had finished the research project for the university press where I was a parttime editor. I was spending my time scouting bookstores in New York and garage sales in the suburbs for first editions of 1940s and 1950s novels for a couple of bookdealers. 

Restless from the lack of responsibility, I quickly accepted when Steve invited me to New Hampshire to celebrate his and girlfriend Paula's decision to move in together. They also offered to store my few valuables for the six months I would be away.

When I arrived on Saturday morning they were getting ready for a blackberry-picking hike with Paula's former roommate Barbara, and I joined them.

Steve had an uncanny ability to find blackberry patches and by three we had filled all the buckets and eaten even more. Back at their apartment, Steve and Paula cooked a wonderful dinner and put the finishing touches on a bon voyage cake. Barbara and I washed the blackberries and crushed almost ten pounds of them in preparation for the jam she and Paula were going to make during the week.

Steve had dated Barbara at the beginning of the summer, but fell head-over-heels in love with her roommate when they met. Since Steve shared a small house with three other guys, it was easy for them to sleep together there, but the summer was coming to an end and the house was rented for the academic year. They decided to live together and found a small apartment.

Paula was deeply grateful to Barbara. Paula's parents had thrown her out when she got pregnant at nineteen and she was doubly devastated when the boyfriend was killed three months later in Vietnam. She was alone and on welfare when social services found Barbara, and they arranged for Barbara to take her in and care for her through the birth and adoption process. 

Steve met Barbara in the spring and they quickly became lovers. When Paula and Steve clicked she selflessly gave him up to her. Paula made a point of including Barbara in as many of her activities as she could, even if it made Steve uncomfortable.

Barbara had a job as an administrative assistant at a girl scout camp near her house in Vermont. At dinner she asked me if I would like to come to the closing events and the picnic she was having afterward.

"Sure, that sounds like fun. I'd love to. When is it? I've got to leave for New York on Monday."

"We're having the ceremonial flag lowering tomorrow afternoon, with a light lunch before the kids take their buses home. Later on some of us are having a picnic. Come for the ceremony. It'll be fun, you'll enjoy it."

"Skip around the dining room! Skip around the dining room!" chanted two hundred early-adolescent girl scout voices in ritualistic unison. They meant me, as the only male in the room except for the camp's director. It took me half way around before I got it right, but by the end the applause washed over me as I breathlessly sat down on the bench next to Barbara. 

"You forgot to mention this," I puffed.

"Silly of me," she smiled, disingenuously.

The picnic was on a hilltop above the camp, with a wonderful Vermont view of the sunset. The six counselors who joined Barbara were all college juniors. They included Kathy and "Granny," roommates at the University of Pittsburgh who were in their second season as senior counselors. While I was there because of Barbara, it was impossible for me to ignore "Granny."

She was 5-feet-7, thin, small-breasted, with slight hips and an oval face. Her nose was slightly freckled and her bright brown eyes matched her hair. Her raucous laugh was infectious and, as dusk came on and the several bottles of wine took their effect, she led the laughter at the stories of girlish escapades.

"Remember the kid who tried to sneak her boyfriend into camp the second night?"

"No! What happened?"

"For a thirteen-year-old, she really had nerve. He was from the boys' camp on the other side of the lake and must have walked all afternoon to get here. She met him at the gate and stashed him in the bushes until dark, then took him down to the water. The director caught them making out and called his camp!"

"How about the lanyard the girl made that everyone but her said looked like a penis?" They roared.

"And the night the head counselor in B section got poison ivy all over her ass when she was dong a lot more than making out with the canoe manager!"

I was sitting next to Granny and began to massage her back. She wiggled against me and I put my hand as far down the back of her pants as I could, which was just to the top of the crack of her ass. I stroked it lightly.

As she lay back on the blanket, I moved my hand to her raised knee and lightly slid down her thigh to her crotch, then up her torso to her breast. In the dark, no one could see and only I could hear her breathing get deeper as I massaged the breast. Her hand reached for me and rubbed my back above my pants.

The picnic broke up around nine. The director had invited all the counselors who were still in camp to his house. Our group got there about an hour into the party. They all yelled "skip around the dining room!" and got a furious blush out of me. The director gave a short thank-you speech, singling out Barbara for making his and his wife's job easier. And he gave Granny the counselors' leadership award.

I drove Barbara home but declined her offer to stay.

"Barbara, I just can't. I have to be back in New York tomorrow and I'm moving to Germany in two weeks. I can't start a new relationship now, it's just not fair. I'd like to see you when I come back in March."

The road back to Steve and Paul's place ran past the entrance to the camp. As I neared it, I noticed that my lights were dimming. I pulled over and, as I pushed the switch off, I felt a spark. Damn! My 15-year-old old VW had an electrical short. It was almost midnight and I didn't relish spending a cold night in my car.

I walked into the camp and asked the first person I saw for Granny. After a few minutes she arrived with her flashlight. 

"I'm really sorry to bother you, but I have a problem with my car. The electrical system is shorting out and it would be really dangerous to drive with no lights. Can I ask you a really big favor? Could I borrow a couple of blankets and stay in one of your spare cabins?"

"I don't see why not," she said. She took me to a cabin off the camp's main road. We stopped at the supplies building and she took out six blankets and a couple of pillows. All the bed frames in the cabin had been taken apart and were stacked in one corner, but there was plenty of floor space.

"You'll be roughing it, but I picked this cabin because there aren't any holes for the raccoons to get in."

"Thank you, Granny. I really appreciate this. I'm no camper but freezing in my car wasn't looking real attractive."

She checked the walls to make sure there were no protruding nails. As I made a bedroll out of the blankets, she stood close to me. When I finished I sat down and reached for her leg, inviting her to join me.

We kissed heavily right away. I rolled her on top of me and grabbed her ass, pulling it into my erection. She pushed herself forward and stuck her tongue deep into my mouth. When we broke off and gasped for air she rolled off me. I reached for her breasts.

"Peter, we can't do this here. There are occupied cabins nearby. Take the blankets and we'll go down to the lake."

Even with the flashlight it was rough going until we reached the broad expanse of hard sandy beach. She took us into a small clearing on the water's edge. Suddenly, she heard something and quickly pushed me into the underbrush.

"They followed us! I can't believe this!"

As we huddled in the thicket, four of Granny's fellow counselors came into view, trying to find our tracks.

"They must have gone the other way," said one.

"I didn't see them, they had to go this way," said another.

"Well, they're not in the clearing here," said the first, meaning the very spot we were in thirty seconds before.

"It would've been fun to surprise them. Wonder where they went?"

"Well, not here. Maybe they doubled back to the sugar shack."

After holding our breath for what felt like five minutes, Granny motioned me back into the clearing. She was indignant.

"Remember the story about the kid whose boyfriend came to camp her second night? Well, this is where everyone goes to make out. One of those girls is the camp busybody who thinks it's neat to jump out of the shadows and scare people."

"The cabin you put me in is the 'sugar shack'?" I asked.

I could hear her blush. "Well, yes, that's what we call it. It's far enough out of the way that the counselors can sneak someone in and none of the kids know it."

As we relaxed from our escape, I spread a blanket on the ground and rolled another into a wide headrest. Granny lay down and I pulled the other two blankets over us and we kissed some more. I opened the buttons on her shirt and slipped her breasts out as she licked her lips and tried to slip my polo shirt over my busy arms. Finally she commanded "be still!" and got the shirt over my head.

I lay back and got her to straddle me, so I could reach for her bra and free her breasts. As I kneaded them she bounced up and down a little bit below my hips. She was having a good time.

"This is delicious! Stand up, please, I want you naked, Granny!"

Her pants and panties came off quickly and I brushed the insteps of both feet with my lips as I lifted her feet out of her sandals. She fumbled a little bit with my belt but had my pants and jockeys down in one move. She yanked my shoes off without untying them.

We eyed each other hungrily in the moonlight. Her legs, buttocks, and hips were so well proportioned, so slim, with a soft brown bush grown over her pussy lips. Her belly was tight and her chest, with its smallish breasts, was exactly right, small but not showing the ribs. 

We landed on the blanket together and I slipped a finger into her pussy to test her wetness. She moaned slightly as she passed the test and I quickly parted her legs to position myself.

She reached out for my cock and inched herself forward, placing the head at the very door of her pussy. I slobbed my fingers, lubricated the cockhead, and moved in.

"Oh yes, yes YEAH!" she said, as I one-stroked completely into her. She grabbed my shoulders and hung on as I began pumping. She was very passive at first, but as I encouraged her she moved against me. When my tension announced my coming ejaculation, she urged me on by pulling my ass toward her. "Now, Peter, now, do it, oh yes! Yes!" I came furiously.

We subsided into each other's arms, me taking care to stay inside her, and I rolled to the side. She held me with her arms and legs. I kissed her sweaty face all over as she combed the sweat out of the hair on my back.

"Oh wow Granny, that was wonderful. This is such a romantic spot for fucking, no wonder you wanted to come here."

"That was so nice, Peter," she said dreamily. Suddenly she coughed and I popped out. A cloud of uncertainty crossed her face We lay silently for several minutes, just feeling each other's breathing, until I struggled to stand up.

"Where's a safe place for me to pee, Granny?"

"Over there," she said, gesturing to the large tree twenty feet away. I hosed down the trunk and returned to the blankets, but not before tripping over a root and falling heavily.

"You okay?"

"Yes, at least I think so. This may be a romantic spot but it's also dangerous." I picked myself up and returned to the blanket.

In my absence Granny had ripped one of the pillow cases into a long strip and was in the process of making a pad out of it. 

"What's that for?" I asked.

"We seem to have loosened me up, Peter. It's my period. I hadn't expected it until Tuesday." And sure enough, the blanket was bloody, with my cum mixed in, and in the light of the flashlight I saw blood on my cock and on her thighs.

"I'm sorry, I —"

"Don't be. I'm not. That was wonderful. Let's go wash up in the lake." And so we two naked lovers splashed cold water on each other, then dashed for the blankets and pulled them over us.

"It's 2 o'clock, Peter! Kathy and I are going to head back to Pittsburgh at nine. I have to get back." She started to get up.

"Please don't go. Can't we just sleep together here? The sunrise will wake us."

"I can't. I promised her we'd be on the road by nine. I'm not usually this impulsive and I don't want her to feel like I've ditched her any more than I have already."

"I'll get my car fixed tomorrow. Will you come to New York with me?"

"No. Kathy is my roommate and my friend. I won't do that to her."

We fell silent again.

"So I'm never going to see you again?"

"Who said that? Pittsburgh's not that far from New York. You can come out when school starts, in three weeks."

It was my turn to say "I can't."

"I've got a job in Germany, teaching American politics. I'm leaving in two weeks and won't be back until March."

"Well, then, it looks like what we have here is a summer romance," she said slowly.

"That's not what I want!" My vehemence surprised me. "How about this? You and Kathy drive back to Pittsburgh, get settled, then you come to New York. I have no commitments that last week, so I can show you the city."

"I've never been to New York, Peter. Can I think about it? I'll call you when I get home — if you'll give me your phone number."

"Got a pen?"

"Not here, but back in my bunk I do."

I washed the bloodied blanket in the lake and we dressed, then gathered the blankets and pillows and tramped back to the sugar shack. She got a pen and some paper and wrote down my number, gave me a quick kiss, and turned to leave.

"Stop, please, Granny! I have to ask you something?"

She held back at the door, waiting.

"Why do you let everyone call you 'Granny'?"

"Because I wear my hair in a bun, like now. It's just slightly wavy, and it's thin. It won't lay flat. I even tried ironing it, and all I got were split ends. I can't do anything else with it."

"Can I call you something else? Your real name, for instance?"

She walked over and kissed me on the lips. "It's Frances, but I like Francy. Peter, you've got to get some sleep, you have to be out of camp by sunrise, otherwise there will be trouble."

I was up and gone at the crack of dawn. The shop where Steve serviced his car, while it wasn't a VW shop, had a mechanic who put in a serviceable replacement switch. By nine I was at Steve's apartment and made my apologies for not coming in last night.

"Were you with Barbara?" asked Paula.

"No. Paula, I just couldn't. I just, well, she's not my type. That's so trite, I know, but I can't do it." Paula looked at me darkly but didn't say anything. They gave me a good-sized box of bon voyage cake and I was on my way by noon.

When Wednesday passed, I gave up on hearing from Francy. When I got back Thursday afternoon the answering machine light was blinking.

"Hi, Peter. Sorry I haven't called but I've been really busy. Are you accepting guests this weekend? I can stay for four days. Call me" and she left her number.

Francy took the bus and get into the Port Authority terminal around six on Friday afternoon. She hopped off the steps and jumped into my arms, and we kissed lavishly. Her small suitcase went into the trunk of the cab and half an hour later we were ripping each other's clothes off in my apartment.

The weekend passed in a blur of sex, subways, and small ethnic restaurants. At one point we walked down Broadway from Grant's Tomb to the Flatiron Building. We got a small sunburn on the Circle Line as we circumnavigated Manhattan. Monday morning, after fucking, we sat naked at my small kitchen table and talked about what was going to happen to us.

"What are you going to do next, Peter?"

"I am just so in love with teaching, but it's 1969. There's such a glut of new PhD's out there, and I don't even have that," I said. "The Germany option seems like a good one. If I get a good recommendation from them, I could parlay it into a lectureship at a good university. Otherwise I don't see how I'm going to get a foothold anywhere outside a community college."

You're so good at teaching, I can't see how you won't get hired. You've taken me around the city and I feel like I'm with my personal professional historian."

"It's a risk. The chairman of the political science department at Yale, who I hadn't even met before a conference last spring, put my resume all over the country: that's how the Germany job came up. He's agreed to handle any inquiries that come in when I'm in Munich. He even thinks I can get a short-term appointment there for the spring, so I'm subletting the apartment while I'm away, not giving it up.

"What about you?"

"I'll graduate in May. My degree is in economics and I think New York would be a good place to start a career in finance." My heart skipped a beat.

"Would I make you very uncomfortable if I confessed something, Francy?" I said.

"Oh no, please don't, I don't want to hear it, please no Peter, please no." The stricken look on her face told me she had anticipated this.

"I'm going to do it anyway. I love you, Francy. I hope we can be together when I come back in March."

"Peter, that's so far away. I'll only be 22 by then. We can't predict what's going to happen to either of us in the next six months. It's unfair for either of us to make plans about 'us.'"

"You're right, of course, it's presumptuous of me. I apologize. Still, we are so compatible, I feel it so much. I am so lucky to have had to skip around the dining hall," and I reached over and kissed her. We raced back to bed.

Afterward, Francy propped herself up on her elbow and looked at me with determination. "I've been hiding something from you, Peter, and now seems like a good time to tell you. It's about my past."

"Francy, I don't care about your past. You haven't asked me about mine and I have no right to know about yours."

"It's not what you think, it's not a horrible thing, Peter, but I want you to know about me." She paused, then inhaled deeply

"When you appeared at the gate, I realized that fate had sent you to me. I wasn't going to let anything scare you off. I wanted you for myself then, and I do now. I was a virgin. The business with my period was a cover-up for explaining the blood."

It took a few seconds for this to settle in. I couldn't laugh, but I was very flattered. I kissed her and held her close. 

"So how are we going to handle being apart for six months, Francy?"

"I'll be very honest, Peter. You've had other women before me, probably lots of others. I will not even think you won't want lovers in Germany. In fact, I want you to, because when we meet in March I want to know that you're back in my life because you want to be there."

"And you?"

"You're my first lover, and I'll always remember that night. At one point I caught your profile against the moon, with your cock sticking out at just the right angle. I nearly fainted, because I couldn't believe it would fit in me. I was so hungry for you, just like I was ten minutes ago.

"You've taught me how wonderful sex is. I know that I won't be able to avoid other men, just like I know you won't avoid other women. So we shouldn't pretend there won't be sex in our lives by March.

"But promise me that you will call when you're back in New York, no matter what," she said. "We can decide then. Okay?" 

I wrote Francy once a week at first, then regularly once every two weeks. I sent her postcards whenever I was in a new city. And I had four new lovers, even living with a British graduate student for two months. But Francy was always on my mind.




Granny My Love



I waited two days after I returned to my apartment before calling her. Partly it was because the subtenant had stolen all my dishes and cookware and I had to find new ones, but mostly because I was afraid of what the answer would be when I called.

"Peter! It's so nice to hear your voice. Are you in New York?"

"Absolutely! The subtenant stole all my dishes, so I'm looking for replacements. By the time you get here I'll probably be back to normal."

"I'm stuck here right now. Can you come to Pittsburgh?"

"Only if Pittsburgh has good second-hand housewares stores," I said, hoping that it was true.

"Pittsburgh's a paradise. It has everything you could want."

"Including you?"

"Especially me," she laughed.

As I slammed the car door shut in the driveway of the Tudor-style house, I saw the curtains next to the front door part and then close. I started to knock but the door flew open, and there she was.

I'd never been face-to-face with a pregnant woman before, much less one I knew. But there she was, her belly large and her breasts gathered in a harness above. 

"Hello, Peter."

"Hello, Francy."

"Come in, please."

She led me to the living room and motioned me to the sofa, while she sat in a chair on my left. I pressed my knees together. She took a deep breath and leaned toward me.

"When we made love that night, I wasn't thinking about pregnancy, it was all about you and what fate had provided me with. I told Kathy about us on the way out here and she pointed out that, since my period had just ended the Monday before, I might have gotten pregnant. I went to see the student health doctor but of course he couldn't tell for sure. He did say that my sleeping with you that next weekend wouldn't put me at any greater risk of getting pregnant since it was far enough past my fertile period, so I came to New York.

"My period never came. Kathy and I talked over and over about what I should do. It took me three weeks to work up the courage to tell my parents, and the gynecologist confirmed my pregnancy two weeks later.

"Mommy and daddy have been very supportive. I finished the semester in January but I'm not taking any classes now. The baby's due the end of May.

"I know this is a surprise to you. Since I've been less than honest with you twice, I want to be as forthcoming as I can be now. 

"I am going to keep the baby, not put it up for adoption. I will finish my degree and I can live here indefinitely." She exhaled and laid back in the chair.

"You're sure I'm the father?" It came out harsher than I meant it, but she didn't blink.

"Yes. I never slept with anyone else."

Now it was my turn to inhale. "Francy, my time in Munich was pretty successful. The Yale professor said they gave me an excellent recommendation. He isn't sure he can swing the assistantship at Yale but will actively push me with several colleagues around the county, and I believe him. But right now I have no job and only enough savings to pay my rent and utilities for three months.

"I don't like making snap decisions about important things. I'm going to count to five. 1-2-3-4-5. Will you marry me?"

We timed the wedding for the week before the delivery. Kathy was the maid of honor while Steve stood up for me. The thirty guests filled the backyard of her parents' house.

Helen was born six days later. Francy's father turned out to be a banker and active in Republican politics in Pittsburgh. I was offered an adjunct appointment in the political science department at Pitt and a tenure-track position a year later. Our son Peter arrived in 1972 and we have been very happy. 



Granny Needs Sex, Too



This story is purely fictional

I recently had an affair with my grandmother. She lived in a distant city and was visiting my family for about a week when it happened.  It was nice to see her again and listen while she told stories about the family during the years I was growing up. Grandfather had died a few years earlier so Mom and Dad often invited her to visit us and stay a few days. 

During this particular visit, Mom and Dad had to attend a special social obligation one evening. Mom asked me to stay with grandmother that evening to keep her company. I agreed, but I preferred hanging out with my college friends. 

I was in my room working on the computer during the early part of the evening. Guess I wasn't very good company for grandmother, but I didn't really mean to ignore her. I decided I should go in the living room to be a little social.

I greeted her, "Hi Granny. What are you watching on TV?"

"Not much of anything. It's rather boring tonight.  What have you been doing?"

"I was doing some of my school work on the computer.  Can I get anything for you?"

"Yes, I feel kinda lonely tonight and miss your grandfather. I would like a drink  I think your dad keeps some booze in the house, so if you can find it,  I would like a good stiff drink."

That rather surprised me that she wanted a drink. I said in an apologetic voice, "Sorry I haven't been much company for you tonight, but let me get some drinks right away.  Then I'll sit down with you to have a good visit."

As I walked out of the room, she started flipping the TV channels. It was evident she was bored.

I made the drinks and walked back into the room. She said, "Thanks," as I handed the glass to her.  She was sitting on the couch facing the TV, so it was appropriate for me to sit beside her to watch. 

She turned off the TV for us to talk. I noticed she was wearing a robe which had parted over her legs. Her shapely legs were exposed all the way up to the hem of her nighty which barely covered her crotch. I had seen her wear mini dresses in the past years and knew she had a nice pair of legs for an old gal. Now with her long shapely legs showing, she looked rather sexy. 

She consumed her drink rather fast and handed the empty glass to me. "That was good, how about another one?"

I disappeared again into the kitchen and couldn't decide how strong to make the drinks. I didn't want to get her drunk, but I remembered she did want a strong drink in the beginning. She seemed a little depressed this night so I decided to make fresh drinks with a good quantity of booze. 

When I was again sitting on the couch with her and sipping our drinks, I was beginning to feel a little tipsy.  I knew she must be feeling the same way, too.  She started talking about grandfather and how wonderful their life was together. I let her talk while I listened.  She made some comments about their sex life was very good and satisfying. 

She glanced at me to ask, "Are you going steady with a girl?"

"No one special at this time," I quickly responded.

"Too bad you aren't getting any loving. Hey! My drink is empty. How about another one," she loudly exclaimed.

"OK, I'll get it right now," I said as I jumped up, took the glass from her outstretched hand and went in the kitchen.  

As I walked into the kitchen, I realized I was feeling a little drunk. What should I do? Make more strong drinks or some light ones. I decided we might as well get drunk together. . I made the next drink similar to the others and went back into the living room.

Then I saw her standing up waiting for me. She said, "I want to dance."

I quickly set the glasses down, grabbed hold of her and started prancing around the room even though there was no music.  She laughed and said, "This is great, no music, but I'm having fun."

I knew she was drunk as we sort of tumbled back onto the couch. I handed a drink to her as I picked up mine. 

We made some jokes about the dancing we just did as we sipped our drinks.

I mentioned, "I think we're getting drunk."

"Good," she mumbled and then laughed. "I'm having fun tonight."

She continued to reminisce, "Did I tell you that your grandfather and I had sex in every room in our house?"

That surprised me and I didn't know what to say so I just kept quiet.

"Yes, we did it in the front room, in the kitchen, in the bathtub, out in the garage with the garage door open one time. What do you think about that?" she proudly exclaimed.

"I guess you had a good time doing it."

She sadly said, "But now your grandfather is gone and I miss him so much."

By now her robe had become untied and was wide open at the front. Her flimsy nighty showed her ample breasts and it barely covered her crotch. 

I said, "We've had good time tonight and probably too much to drink  Do you think it's time to go to bed?"

"No way, not now," she emphatically said in a slurred voice.

She glanced over to look at my face and with some hesitance said in a slurring voice, "What are you looking at?"

I didn't realize she would notice me looking at her tits and bare legs. All I could say was, "Granny, you're practically naked and you look very sexy."

She slowly responded with, "Thanks for the compliment. No one has told me that since your grandfather died.  Does it turn you on a little?"

I responded, "Granny, I'm not supposed to be turned on by you."

She reached over and squeezed my erection through my pants.

She spoke in a voice as if she caught me off guard, "I feel your cock and it's hard. Could you have the hots for me?"

"Granny, shame on me for thinking that way."

"Don't feel that way." She then pulled the nighty straps off her shoulders to expose her breasts.  Then she pulled my head to her breasts so that my face nuzzled the nearest breast. It was a natural thing for me to take the nipple in my mouth. Her hand started massaging my cock through my pants. 

I took my mouth from her nipple long enough to say, "Granny, we're drunk and should not be doing this."

"You worry too much. Why don't you be quiet and make me sexy."

I was now too turned on to stop. My hand went to her crotch and when I let my fingers slip inside her pussy lips, I felt wetness.

She pushed my head down and I got the idea she wanted me to lick her pussy.  She moved her butt closer to the edge of the couch as I moved to the floor to get my head at her crotch. She spread her legs and pulled them up to give me plenty of room. When my tongue touched her clit, she sexually flinched and groaned. I licked up and down her slit stopping long enough to suck on her clit each time I went by it.  I put two fingers in her pussy and started finger fucking her. She began to groan and breath hard and I thought she was about to have an orgasm.

Suddenly she stopped and forcefully said, "Put that big thing in me." 

I was on my knees and moved up close to put my cock in her. She had already reached for my cock to aim it so all I had to do was push. She was so juicy that I plunged all the way in causing her to give a loud gasp of enjoyment. 

I was so hot I knew I couldn't last very long. That didn't seem to be a problem because she started her orgasm after I had made a couple strokes. I assume she could feel my cock jerk inside her each time a spurt of cum shot into the deep recesses of her pussy. Her body became very rigid and her body surged and rippled with sexual bliss. 

We stayed in this position for a long time with our hearts beating fast and I think we both felt reluctant for me to pull out. 

I was worried about making a mess on my parents couch when I pulled out. Then grandmother said, "Raise up enough for me to take this nighty off over my head."

I gave her the necessary space. She removed her nighty and then put it in a position to catch my cum as it gushed out of her pussy.

She softly said, "OK, slowly pull out."

As I pulled out she reached forward to take my slippery and flaccid cock in her hand, then said, "I think you are well satisfied."

"I know I am and I know you had a fantastic orgasm, too."

"Yes, it was wonderful again to be sexy for someone, even if it was for my grandson."

"Granny, you are a very sexy lady. You need to find a man your age."

"Yes, but at my age, it's not easy."



Granny Nurse Sonia to the Rescue



(Story contains consensual sex between a young man and his grandmother. There may be a sequel, depending on interest. Do let me know, feedback and voting always welcomed)




Sonia Thomas was always a light sleeper. 

And now, upon hearing a commotion stirring in the hallway just outside her door, she woke to listen.

Sonia was a retired nurse, 67 years old and staying for the weekend at her daughter's house, with her daughter's husband and 18-year-old son, Randall. They were a good family, normal in every way, middle-classed folks working hard to put their boy through college.

Sonia and Randall were very close, close as any grandmother and grandson, with a bond, a kinship, a genetic similarity that put them on the same page, laughing at the same jokes that no one else did, finishing each other's sentences and thoughts, just a closeness that made them feel trust the way they did with not many other people in their lives.

So when Sonia heard the boy's parents, Jack and Cindy, in hushed tones of deep concern mentioning Randall's name, she woke fully, sitting up in bed. Seconds later, Cindy walked in.

"Mom, I hate to bother you," she started to say.

"Not at all, what's wrong?" Sonia said, swinging her legs out of bed in her short, lacy nightie that was cut low to reveal a good deal of her expansive, sexily wrinkled cleavage. "Is it Randall?"

"Yeah, he was groaning in pain, we heard him and went in, and he seems flustered, something's wrong and he didn't want us bugging him, but...." Cindy said nervously.

"Let's have a look," Sonia said calmly, standing up. "I'm sure it's nothing."

They walked to Randall's bedroom down the hall, into his room, where the boy, a handsome young blonde lad with an athlete's body, lay in bed, blankets down around his hips, his slender torso shirtless on this warm night. He looked nervous and apprehensive, more so in seeing his doting grandmother approach.

"Mom!" he groaned wearily. "Jeez, Mom, I said it was nothing, a little cramp or something. God, I didn't mean to wake up the whole house!"

"It's OK, Randall, it's OK," Sonia said in her comforting way, a very calm woman used to putting patients at ease in her 40-year-plus career in nursing. "What seems to be the trouble?"

She sat at the edge of the twin bed, brushing Randall's legs. He fidgeted nervously, looking away.

"God, Grandma, it's nothing..." he said softly, seemingly embarrassed and irritated at the intrusion.

"Randall, we heard you groaning, you're clearly in pain, something's wrong, now let your grandmother have a look!" Jack said as he and his wife stood by, watching.

"Randall, where does it hurt?" Sonia said softly, trying to calm the tension in the room, understandably caused by the boy's concerned parents.

"His belly, low on his belly he said," Cindy interjected.

Both Randall and Sonia turned to look at her, then at each other, Randall rolling his eyes, Sonia smiling.

"Uh, I think I better hear from the patient himself if you don't mind, honey," Sonia said with soft emphasis. "Who's the nurse here?"

"OK, OK, Mom, OK," Cindy said resignedly.

"Now then," Sonia said, placing her hands on Randall's smooth belly, making him jump nervously. "Where?"

"Down....my belly..." he said nervously, looking away, and trying his best not to notice his grandmother's body.

He had, of course, it was hard not to notice. Sonia Thomas was a stunning woman for her age, with short, perfectly coiffed dark-red hair and scarcely a wrinkle on her amazing body. She took care of herself, always had, and worked out regularly. Everyone commented on her figure, and she was proud of that. But she also now noticed the boy's nervousness, darting eyes looking left and right as she leaned to push into his abdomen, looking for answers. She'd packed only this flimsy negligee, one of her late husband's favorites, and now feared the exposure was too much for the boy.

"Here?" she asked softly, pushing under his ribcage.

"No, Grandma...."

"Here?" she said, moving her hands down.

The boy tensed, she felt his legs stiffen as her left leg brushed them under the blanket as she sat on the small bed.

"Uh..no, not there," he said softly, cautiously.

She pressed her thumbs lower, just above crotch level. He winced and pushed back to alleviate the obvious pain.

"There then?" she asked, looking into his searching eyes, which suddenly locked onto hers, seeking compassion he knew he'd find there.

"Yeah..sort of," he said quiet softly and then adding with a frightened look and a voice audible only to her, "lower..."

"Ah," she said, pushing slightly again to see him wince and confirm her suspicion.

"What is it?" Cindy said, all motherly concern.

"Nothing, nothing at all, most likely some trapped gas," Sonia said calmly, slowly rubbing his belly low and slow, her eyes on her grandson's. "Now, would you two mind?"

She turned her head, nodding toward the door.

"But Mom," Cindy protested.

"Honey, let me do my work, poor Randall is nervous enough and feeling badly about waking everyone," she said, Randall nodding. "And you know, patient confidentiality and all?"

"Patient...Mom, he's my son, I'm worried!" Cindy blurted out.

"Honey, let's go, it's nothing, poor kid's gotta fart, that's all," Jack laughed, pulling gently on his wife's arm toward the door.

"No, I'm waiting, you, you go back to bed, I'll be right here," Cindy said defiantly.

"In the hall, if you must wait, but really, there's no reason not to go back to sleep," Sonia said firmly. "But just wait outside the door, if you don't mind."

"If you insist," Cindy sighed, walking away as her husband went down the hall, back to bed. 

"I'll be right here if you need me."

"Yes, Cindy, yes," Sonia sighed, winking at Randall, who still looked tense and nervous in his bed.

"Now then," she said, pressing her thumbs into his very low belly again, noting his squirming. "Randall, earlier this evening, after we had 

dinner, the four of us with your cute little girlfriend, Cathy...."

"Yes, Grandma?" he asked cautiously.

They did have dinner, Cathy and Sonia getting on well, laughing, conversing easily. And after, as the parents and his grandmother had coffee in the living room, the young couple went to his room. To study for college exams.

"She's a darling, she really is, I like her," Sonia said evenly, smiling warmly, thumbs pressing again. "Now, when you were up here..."

Randall's eyes widened in the dim light of the room, his eyes on his grandmother's.

"When you were up here....studying," she continued, the little smile broadening a bit. "Did you..."

"Did we what?" he asked cautiously.

"Randall, you're a young man, she's a pretty young woman, did you...make out?"

"GRANDMA!" he said in a hoarse whisper. "My God, really..."

"Randall, I'm your grandmother but I'm also a nurse, and I need to get the information necessary for a diagnosis," she said very calmly. 

"Now did you? I make no judgments, Randall, believe me, I know about young people, I was young myself once, believe it or not!"

"I know, I know," he groaned, now watching her thumbs move in circular motions so low on his belly, just where the blanket covered him. "OK, yeah, we....made out and stuff..."

"Stuff?" she asked. "What stuff?"

"For God's sake, Grandma, really?" he said a bit more loudly.

"Everything OK in there?" Cindy's concerned voice said from outside the door.

"Yes, honey, everything's fine, we're working on it," Sonia said in placating tone, rolling her eyes for Randall's amusement.

"Now Randall," she continued, looking at her grandson. "What stuff?"

A long, nervous silence.

"Did you....were you petting?"

"PETTING?" he said hoarsely and softly. "My God, Grandma..."

"Where you?" she said more emphatically. "I need to know so we know what to do, Randall."

He crossed his arms defiantly and said nothing, then finally nodding slowly.

"OK, then, that's fine, completely normal, I assure you," she said, noting his slight relaxation at her acceptance. "Now, did you....release?"

"Oh, God," he groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

"Randall, please, I'm a nurse," she said with a slight smile.

"N....no, OK, no, I didn't re....you know," he sighed, looking away, talking about cumming with his grandmother the last thing in the world he wanted to be talking about.

"I....I wanted to....but Cathy....she..."

"She didn't want to, admirable," Sonia continued. "And you didn't press her to?"

"God, no, Grandma, never, I never....I wouldn't," he stammered.

"Even more admirable!" she said with delight. "That's very good, Randall, when a woman says no, she means no, and you're quite respectful to realize that."

"Yeah...," he sighed. "I know..."

"But all that...that preliminary sexual activity, well it has its effects on men...young men in particular," she went on.

"Like...what?" he asked cautiously.

"Vasocongestion," she replied, thumbs working still.

"Vaso...what?"

"Blue balls, in the vernacular," she answered in a whisper. "Quite, quite common."

He looked at her wide eyed, amazed at her demeanor, talking about his balls yet in a professional, calm way.

"You never had them before?" she asked. "Sometimes boys have dreams, sex dreams, and wake up with it."

"Well...yeah...now that you mention it," he said, realization dawning on him. "But it's never...you know, been this bad before..."

"Because it was real, it wasn't a dream!" she said. "You...boys get a back up of seminal 

fluid...sperm, and without release, it causes pain and swelling in the testicles. Which is what you have, Randall. Vasocongestion. Blue balls."

"Wow," he said. "Gosh, Grandma, you know your stuff. Have you....when you were..."

"Of course," she said, those thumbs continuing to rub him, making the pain ease slightly. "When we'd get young men on the floor who were hospitalized for a length of time, and their wives or girlfriends would visit...well, you know..."

"God, really?"

"Yes, especially those with hand injuries, hands in casts or constrained for whatever reason, and they couldn't masturbate," she said as easily as if she'd been talking about the weather.

"Holy shit," he said. "What...what did...what could they do?"

"They needed help," she said, smiling as she looked into his astonished eyes.

"Help?"

Her thumbs moved a bit lower, under the blanket, brushing his pubic area. His eyes went wider still and he squirmed, not wanting her to go lower and feel the unmistakable and unshakable erection just inches below.

He gulped.

"What help?"

"Well," she said. "I would put on rubber gloves, squirt some lubricant in my hands and...."

"WHAT?" he asked in a rush, keeping his voice low so his mother wouldn't hear. "You...you jerked them off?"

"Yes, Randall, that's one way to put it, I masturbated them to release," she giggled.

She let the silence fill the air for a moment, smiling at him as he looked imploringly into her loving eyes.

"Now, your hands are quite capable of doing the, uh, job," she continued softly. "But with your mother so close...she'd probably come in and check on you...and I don't think you'd like that."

"God, no!" he hissed in a hoarse whisper, watching now as she slowly, very slowly, pulled the blanket down, over his pubic area, unable and unwilling to stop her.

"Relax," she said calmly. "And let Grandma handle this..."

He could not believe it. His grandmother, his beautiful, sexy, incredible grandmother now tugged the blanket down over his swollen balls and rock-hard cock, exposing him fully. He watched her reaction as his six-inch dick bobbed up quite freely. She never changed expression. 

She just looked at it like a medical issue that needed attention.

He moaned, louder than he would have liked, as her small but incredibly warm left hand gently encircled the base of his trembling cock, working the other under his nuts, cradling the tender orbs in the palm, lifting to ease the pressure inside.

"Is everything all right, Mom..Randall!" his mother cried out from the hall, hearing his moan.

"Yes, dear, everything's just fine, I'm just rubbing his belly to get the gas out, now if you don't mind, can you give us some privacy?" Sonia said a bit impatiently as her hand slowly worked up and down Randall's shaft.

"OK, OK, lemme know if you need my help!"

"Oh, I think I have a grip on things, honey, you just stay there," Sonia said calmly, stifling a laugh as she and Randall stared into each other's eyes.

And she stroked him. Silently. Beautifully. So proficiently. He arched his hips as she worked him, watching her little hand encircle his cock, twisting slightly as it reached the super sensitive top, and then back down, careful not to let the bottom of her pumping hand crash into the aching balls she lovingly held in the other.

"Let it go, Randall, let...it...go..." she said in soothing tone, leaning a bit over his taut belly to whisper in a voice so low he could barely hear. "Let...it...go...."

He groaned a bit too loudly, causing too much concern for his mother who darted into the room. Randall shrieked when he heard her enter, but Sonia, ever the pro, quickly pulled the blanket up over his crotch – and left her hand wrapped around his cock, using the other to gently massage his lower abdomen. When Cindy rushed to the bedside, all she saw was her mom huddled over her panting son.

"What's wrong, what's happening, is he all right?" she gasped.

"For heaven's sake, Cindy, yes, everything is all right," Sonia said evenly, not jerking the boy now but pulsating her locked fingers as they grasped his cock, gently, slowly, tiny pulses of pressure around the throbbing meat. "Just rubbing the gas out, now if you really don't mind, I think Randall would be a lot more comfortable if you would just wait outside."

She looked into his eyes, comforting him. His frantic panting eased.

"Randall, do you want me to leave or stay and help?" his mother asked with a very concerned look.

"No, leave!" he said too emphatically, then adding more gently, "No, Mom, please, Grandma....is making me feel much, much better, so please, go wait out there..."

"Well, OK," Cindy said insincerely, wanting just to stay and help her son. "If you say so..."

He felt his balls throb and tense as his grandmother's hand continued to gently pulsate around his aching cock.

"Yes, we say so," Sonia said in a lilting voice just emphatic enough to make her point.

"OK, I'll be right out there," Cindy finally said, shuffling away.

"Wow, that was close!" Randall said in a whisper.

"Speaking of close," Sonia smiled, lifting the blanket back down to fully stroke him again, his cock wet and dripping with pre-cum that flowed over her sticky fingers. "You must be very, very close..."

She stroked with increasing pace and urgency, noting the boy's trembling reaction, knowing the time was very close. She used two hands now, one at the base, one at the tip, holding the bottom in one hand and corkscrewing her other up and around the tip.

"Oh...oh...oh Grandma!" he quietly whispered, thrusting his hips to match her strokes. 

"Gonna...gonna...oh God, where is it...where do I???"

"Yes, we don't want to make a mess, do we?" she said in a husky low voice. "Well, there is one thing I used to do to my very special patients, and you, my boy, are a very...special..patient..."

Randall watched in complete disbelief as his beloved grandmother, working his cock with both hands, dipped her head and popped the slippery cap of his cock into her mouth. He slumped back to the bed, eyes rolling in his head as he felt the velvety sweep of her tongue wash over the tip, coaxing him, hands pumping.

He'd orgasmed many times in his young life, mostly at his own hand, sometimes but not often enough at the hand, mouth or pussy of a young woman. But as his pent-up cum rocketed out of his blue balls, up the shaft and into the gently mewing, softly sucking mouth of his grandmother, he knew it was the best orgasm of his life.

He wanted to scream it felt so good but only opened his mouth, tilting his head down to watch her drain his balls dry. One gigantic rope after another blasted out of his cock, directly into his grandmother's mouth, filling it and he listened to her greedily gulp it down, swallowing heartily. He watched her hands continue to twist around his jetting cock, stroking, her forearm tendons and sinewy muscles ripple and flex and flow as she worked him. When he came alone, he'd often count the pulsations of sperm pumping out of his cock, occasionally hitting eight, nine or 10.

He lost count at 12, an orgasm that seemed to linger, and as the pulsating jets of cum waned, so did her stroking and gentle sucking. When she finally finished, and he slumped into the bed completely relaxed, he watched as she twisted her hands in one last upward stroke, pushing the last of him into her mouth.

Her lips pursed around the tip and she pulled away, swallowing and smiling. A tiny creamy dollop appeared in the hole as she squeezed it and she playfully swiped it clean with her cum-streaked tongue, gulping it down to join the rest of his massive sperm output warm in her belly.

She let go of his cock, pulling his underwear up and over it and his now deflated balls, tugging the blanket up to his belly. He just looked at her, astonished.

"Is that better?" she asked. "Pain gone away?"

"Oh yes, yes, yes," he gushed. "All gone."

She coughed and winked at him.

"Oh, very good, Randall, very good!" she said loudly. "We got it all out of you! There now, isn't that better? That pain all gone?"

"Yes, Grandma, all gone!" he laughed, winking back at her as his mother darted into the room.

"Is...it doesn't hurt anymore?" she asked, sitting by his side and rubbing his head.

"Nope, not a bit!" he laughed. "Grandma really does now her stuff, Mom, so glad she was here tonight!"

"Me, too, Randall," Sonia sighed, standing. "Me, too. Now, you get some sleep. It's been a rather hard night for you hasn't it?"

Cindy bent to kiss her son's forehead, not seeing the look between him and her mom, knowing and serene.

She and Cindy walked out, and before she left the room completely and closing the door, leaned in and said, "If this problem comes up again, do let me know, Randall, I don't live terribly far away, 

I'd be happy to come back and lend a hand again!"

"Or you could just show me what you did, I'm sure I can handle it myself, Mom," Cindy said helpfully if not a bit brusquely from the hallway.

Randall's eyes widened in the dark.

"I guess so," Sonia said, winking at the boy shaking his head side to side. "But there's nothing quite like a grandmother's touch, is there Randall?"

He laughed as the door closed. And try as he might not to think of the image of his mom stroking him off, perhaps with his grandmother's help, he couldn't.

Nor did he want to...



Granny Panties



(This story is based on a real event but the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent)

Colleen and Sheila had been friends for a number of years now and enjoyed going out shopping together; especially for new clothing. Each woman was a married mother who was into their middle aged years; Colleen was 40 and Sheila 38. Each enjoyed trying out new clothing at shops they went to and generally dressing up, but Colleen tended to be the more staid of the two and, at her age, rarely ventured into something more exotic or provocative in her appearance. 

One afternoon, after a long day of shopping and enjoying their day together, the two women returned back to Sheila's house to try out some of their new clothes, as they were wont to do, and continue their gossipy chit chat. After getting cool refreshments, the ladies sat down together at the couch and began their conversation, whereupon Sheila suggested they examine their purchases more closely; something Colleen easily complied with.

Pulling out the various skirts, tops and other articles of clothing, the women sifted through each other's acquisitions and held them up to their bodies to model them to one another.

"Hey, why don't we actually change into some of these clothes to see what they look like on us?" Sheila suggested innocently.

"That's a great idea, Sheila, I'd love to see how we look and always wanted to be a model!," Colleen chortled at the thought.

Both women were quite tall; Colleen was 5'9" while Sheila was 5'7", but although both were showing some of the tell tale signs that they were approaching mid-life and had children, the latter was generally the thinner and fitter looking of the two; as Colleen was rather curvier and more buxom, without being chubby; more voluptuous than anything. To be expected, Colleen's breasts were larger, at 40D to Sheila's 36C, with wider, well rounded hips compared to the still shapely features of Sheila's frame. Sheila's complexion was paler, with crystal blue eyes and wavy, shoulder length dirty blond hair, while Colleen had long, thick, auburn hair, green eyes and a slightly darker toned complexion with a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose.

The women were dressed quite plainly for their day out: Sheila in a tee, plus tee shirt bra and jeans and Colleen in a buttoned up knitted top, full cup bra and Capri pants.

Sheila bounced up with her purchases and pulled out a pretty pleated skirt and fine sheer white blouse. Colleen quickly joined her, also bouncing up in such a way that Sheila noticed her sizeable breasts leap up then drop into a fine jiggle with her. Although she had once 'fooled around' a little with another woman when she was much younger, Sheila had never really thought of her friend this way. Now she was feeling a strange sensation in the core of her lower abdomen and down through her pelvis and hips. It was a little bit of an unusual feeling, so she was about to write it off as nothing when she happened to glance down and notice that her nipples were pushing through the thin fabric of her tee-shirt, in spite of her tee-shirt styled bra. It was also apparent that Colleen could see the same thing, so Sheila just evinced an awkward, nervous grin and tried to get the two back on topic.

"So, you first, I'd love to see that cute little tube dress you bought or maybe that flowery sun dress you got for summer," Sheila smiled more confidently at her friend, which seemed to do the trick as far as avoiding the obvious.

"Ok, sure, I'll try each in turn . . . but don't laugh when I get changed, alright?" Colleen pleaded with her friend.

"Now why would I laugh at one of my best friends? . . . . I am sure you will be fine!" Sheila reassured her friend, stroking back Colleen's lovely, thick auburn hair; tilting her head a little with a warm smile on her face. "One thing, though, you have to try on your new lingerie too, ok?"

Colleen was a little dumfounded at the request. The two had frequently tried on new outfits in each others' living rooms or bedrooms; even mixing and matching clothes with one another, where they would fit, but this was different. Other than occasionally quickly slipping off and on a new bra or bikini top, the two had never tried on new lingerie while they were together.

"I'm not sure . . . even the panties?" Colleen asked apprehensively, lightly biting her lower lip, "I'm a little scared of what I have on, let alone changing them in front of you."

"Oh, don't be such a prude, Colleen! There's nothing you have I haven't seen before. We're both grown, mature, married women. If you want, I will even close my eyes while you change them, ok? Besides, I'll start changing right after you. So we'll hardly notice each other the whole time!"

Colleen nodded timidly then proceeded to begin the ritual; quickly unbuttoning her top in a way that was unusually frantic for her. After removing her top she reach down to her pants and similarly unclasped them and began to tug them down; all the while trying to shield her body from Sheila's view, which only heightened her friend's curiosity. Sheila had soon joined her friend in the act of removing articles of clothing; starting with the quick pull over of her tee and its accompanying bra, followed by the unhitching and zipping of her jeans and leaving them part way down, enough to expose a bit of her black thong underneath, before she stopped to inspect her friend who was inching farther away from her.

"What you trying to hide, honey?" Sheila began to tease, pulling at Colleen's arm to make her come away from behind the couch she was almost hiding behind. Colleen only pulled away to avoid exposure, which merely elicited a more physical grab by her more lithe friend. The resulting tussle caused Sheila's breasts to flap about uncontrollably, occasionally pummeling the side and arm of her larger friend, while Colleen's own, larger mammaries still managed to shake until her bra strap fell down her shoulder and allowed one breast to break partially free from its bra cup. Although neither woman had entered into this altercation within any hint of sexual desire, the actions soon led to that very thing; albeit at a truly nascent level. Each felt a tinge of pleasure in their engagement, both feeling warmth and slight wetness affect their pubes and, in alternating turn, they noticed much firmer, perkier nipples pushing forth from their breasts. Since she had already removed her bra as well as top, Sheila's breasts were the more obvious and Colleen's eyes widened at what she was witnessing. Sheila was no less entranced, although her view of Colleen's nipples was limited to the one free, left orb that, even then, was only partially free from its cloth cage. 

Finally, as the women wrestled, Sheila managed to drag Colleen just far enough from the back of the couch to see why her friend had been hiding. There, right before her, was her dearest, old friend standing in undergarments she'd have expected to see her mother or grandmother would wear. She released her friend and burst out laughing at what she saw.

"Granny panties! I can't believe it, you're actually wearing granny panties!"

Colleen blushed and shrunk back in embarrassment.

"You said you wouldn't laugh!" Colleen frowned and put her head in her hands and shed a few tears in her shame.

Sheila rolled her eyes but felt pity on her friend; taking her into her arms, she tenderly held her, stroking her hair and rubbing her back with the two women's now bared breasts gently, but firmly, pressed together in their embrace. 

"Oh, now, now, honey! It's not that big a deal, I was only teasing. It's just that you should think about wearing something a little less frumpy and more stylish for a woman of your looks and distinction."

At this point, Sheila could feel her companion's hardening nipples graze her bosom, eliciting an unusual sensation in her own breasts, as well as in her vagina. Her hand gently traveled down Colleen's back, to the base of her spine, caressing her soft skin before finding the tips of her fingers tracing the edge of Colleen's plain undergarment.

"You should think of something much more sensual and pretty than these old lady's clothes," Sheila again chuckled a little, her mouth near Colleen's neck as they hugged; her breath blowing into her friend's ear, tickling it and making Colleen squirm in these same unadorned panties as they increasingly gather the wetness seeping from between her legs.

"But, what should I wear? . . . I mean, I've worn some lingerie, but only for special occasions; not for everyday wear," Colleen pulled her head back a little to look into Sheila's face as she spoke, feeling their nipples caress each other and still aware of her friend's fingers gingerly running along the waistband of her underpants.

"Hmmmm, well since it is clear you didn't buy any lingerie, I'll have to think about that, but first let's get these off you, alright?" and before Colleen could speak or protest in anyway, Sheila's hands slid inside her panties; spending more time than would normally be expected for someone just helping her friend undress feeling the curvaceous woman's bottom and hips, then gradually tugging them down toward her knees. As Sheila slowly tore down her chum's simple wear, she could see her obvious excitement by how sticky and wet the panties were around their lower front, how much her clitoris seemed to be protruding and the pungent scent that quickly wafted through the air and filled Sheila's nostrils as they made their way down past Colleen's delightful flower.

"I'm . . . I'm not sure about this, this is . . . different," Colleen nervously stammered and grabbed at her panties, trying to pull them back over her hips.

"Don't worry, girl friend, it's just me and I'm only trying to help you have a little more style in all your clothing; you deserve it you know?" Sheila whispered breathily, as her fingers slipped back inside the 'granny panties' and caressed then more deeply rub over her friend's buttocks and hips in an attempt to reassure her and help pull the underwear away from her bottom again. Colleen gasped and moaned a little at Sheila's touch, her legs parting a little more as well, thereby exposing her hairy muff even more as the panties began to pull away from her fanny. Colleen soon could tell Sheila's face was very near her pubic area, as her warm breath streamed over her thighs and pussy; she glanced down to see Sheila's transfixed gaze on her lower anatomy and felt a tingling as Sheila's fingers ran down her legs with the dampened panties. The mop of coarse hair became more exposed with each shift of the fabric drawing back like a curtain down her thighs; the dewy evidence of her heightened arousal lining the crotch of her panties and dampening down much of this same coarse hair, with its pungent scent filling the air around the two women as the cloth peeled away.

Sheila actually felt her tongue lick over her upper lip as her hands glided down over Colleen's rounded curves and her face inched nearer to her furry vulva. As the matronly undergarment slid down past Colleen's knees, Colleen could feel the intensified rush of warm air that was Sheila's breath getting closer to her mound. Looking down she could see Sheila's mesmerized gaze and the nearness of her partially opened lips to her bushiest region. Colleen felt unable to control her movements as she began to shift her hips and open her legs more in sync with the inching, trance like movement of her friend toward her pussy.

Colleen tried to regain her composure and break the trance by speaking, "W-w-what would you think would look better on me; considering my figure?"

Sheila snapped out of her state and looked up to Colleen, her face but a couple of inches from its unplanned destination. 

"I might have one or two things you could try on," with that she helped Colleen step out of her panties but before she could reach for her shopping bag, she slipped a little and found her face almost pressed to Colleen's wild womanhood. She returned to an entranced state, still feeling uncertain about these feelings, and gingerly ran her fingers over her friend's hips; drawing closer to her pubic region.

"Would you mind, if I just slightly touched you?"Sheila bit her lip and blushed in embarrassment at what she was saying. Colleen joined Sheila in her crimson shade, feeling a rush of excitement and uncertainty wash over her.

"You mean, just run your fingers over my . . . my," she was unable to complete her sentence, instead just nodding her approval. Sheila gently ran her fingers through Colleen's pubic hair and over her fleshy mound; just grazing her clitoris and lips with her smooth, soft digits. Colleen gasped a little and moaned quietly, shifting her hips and opening them in response to Sheila's sensual, albeit rather timid, manipulations.

"May I . . . kiss it . . . I mean just a little kiss near the top? It just looks so cute . . . never felt quite like this before, but it is, it's prettier than I ever thought of these things," Sheila softly pleaded before dropping her head down in shame at asking such am unseemly thing.

"Well, I guess, maybe, sure . . . I mean just a little one wouldn't hurt. It's just so weird," Colleen offered and Sheila dreamily nodded her agreement at this sentiment. "I've just, well you know, I've never done this sort of thing before."

"Nor have I . . . stop me if you feel uncomfortable at this ok?" and with that Sheila leaned in and sweetly pecked a kiss on the nub of Colleen's clit; resulting in another small gasp and moan from an obviously excited Colleen.

Sheila took this as her cue to continue and even push the boundaries a little more. She could feel Colleen's coarse, dark hair scratch her face and even enter her mouth and nostrils. She could smell the strong and growing odor of her excited friend. She could taste the salty, tangy flavor around her dear friend's clitoris; finding it both overwhelming and enticing at the same time. She could sense the almost electric excitement coursing through Colleen's body as her mouth gathered round more of Colleen's clitoris, suckling and even chewing a little on it with greater anticipation and delight. Within little time, Colleen's already spongy vagina began to exhibit drops of fluid inching their way down the insides of her fulsome thighs. Colleen shifted and clenched her thighs then let them open up more than before, as Sheila's hands found their way over her hips; caressing and fondling her buttocks.

"Oh Sheila, I . . . I never knew how amazing this could feel . . . you're wonderful," Colleen stammered and moaned; her fingers stroking back and playing in Sheila's thick hair as Sheila's mouth worked its charms on Colleen's bushy vulva and deeper between the crevice of her labial lips. 

Sheila's hand roamed freely over her friend's body as her mouth moved from timid nibbling to full on licking and sucking Colleen's hirsute pie. Her gliding hands glided from Colleen's bottom, up over her sides and teasingly caressing and rubbing her finely endowed bosom, tweaking and turning her large, distended nipples; ensuring numerous moans of satisfaction and excitement, finally leading to a shuddering orgasm that drench Sheila's face and splattered over her hair.

"Girl, I had no idea you were a squirter!," Sheila chuckled as her tongue finished cleaning up Colleen's sticky hole. 

"Now give us a kiss and let's see if there's something else you could wear under that cute little skirt you've bought," Sheila grinned, stood up and gave her companion a deep, sensual, wet kiss ensuring Colleen tasted deeply of her own juices. Colleen gasped and looked dazed, as her friend handed her the lovely little skirt Colleen had bought, as well as a thong that came from her own shopping bag and was certainly too small for the curvaceous Colleen. Nevertheless, as commanded, Colleen slipped on the thong, feeling it barely slide over her full, round hips that barely covered her pussy- thereby ensuring much of her pubic hair poked out of the sides with her lips and clitty highly visible; something that became all the more evident due to it becoming wet from the recently climaxed woman.

"Mmmmm very pretty," Sheila crowed as her fingers ran over the thong clad Colleen's mound, "it really suits you to have just cute, tiny underwear. You just seem so desirable." She giggled and kissed Colleen again, their breasts gently slapping together, before Sheila helped Colleen slip on the skirt. 

It was certainly a shorter skirt than Colleen usual wore, but she wanted something to wear for the coming summer and felt a short, breezy skirt like this would keep her cool. Sheila quickly joined her, slipping on her own new pleated skirt that was even shorter than Colleen's, but since she had already given her friend her new thong, she remained bare underneath it.

"Don't you just look adorable! Take a turn for me, girl," Sheila ran her fingers over Colleen's skirt down her hip and thigh. Colleen giggled like a school girl and began her sensual parade.

Sheila gazed at her friend's amazing frame, her breasts bouncing as she strode, her skirt barely covering the tops of her thighs, her wondrous hips swaying to a beat that was only in her head and her long, thick, albeit now sensuously messy auburn just teasingly touching the tops of her heavy bosom with her movement. Sheila was once again filled with an immense lust for what she saw, a lustfulness she had never known before and one she was not sure about as yet, but did not seem able to control. 

"Oh Colleen, you look so radiant, so . . . yummy!" Sheila made her own sensual way over to her somewhat stunned friend, her smaller, but still sizably perky breasts jiggling wildly with her fast pace, her mini skirt's hem flapping up just enough to demonstrate that there was nothing left to the imagination underneath, her eyes full of fire that very nearly frightened the older woman; until she felt the soft embrace of her friend and their breasts pressing so sweetly together, and the pleasing caress of Sheila's hands under her skirt squeezing and caressing her big hips and cheeks. 

"I need to taste you again and . . . I want you to taste me too . . . if that's alright?" Sheila reverted to her more timid self again once she realized what she'd done, but upon finding her friend's hands sliding under her skirt and reciprocating her manipulations, felt assured that it was a mutual desire.

"Mmmmm I would love that, Sheila, but I feel strangely interested in examining your lovely body first before you do that to me again," Colleen blushed at her own indiscreet words, a tinge of guilt at what she was doing and was about to do to Sheila ran through her with a shiver, as she hesitated a second before finding her knees buckle until her face landed crotch level before Sheila. Sheila giggled like a school girl and slowly lifted the hem of her already short skirt thereby revealing her womanly attributes that lay between her legs.

Colleen slowly moved nearer to Sheila's delicate pussy and found that a scent she would have previously found almost disgusting and anything but arousing, an intoxicating odor to her senses. Her nose pressed closer to Sheila's vagina and took in the especially tangy bouquet that surrounded Sheila, then found the tip of her tongue gently darting out of her mouth to taste a little dribble of her feminine juices that she saw running down her friend's vulva. The taste was extraordinary to Colleen, as it was much more pronounced than what she experienced in their kiss not long before; salty and as tangy as it smelt, not at all the repugnant fluid she had always expected. She repeated her friend's sweet gesture with a similar kiss upon the nub of Sheila's clitoris and heard the soft, pleading sounds of her friend and the warm caresses of her hand over her back and strokes through her hair.




Granny Panties



"Oh yes, Colleen, thank you that feels so wonderful, so invigorating!" Sheila's hands became more expressive and mobile over Colleen's body, as far as she could reach. Her legs parted more, with help from Colleen's increasingly aggressive hands, as she felt Colleen's tongue and mouth survey every crevice, indeed it seemed every nook and cranny of her cunt. Sheila's moans became much louder, as she squatted down to meet her eager friend's face, bending over more to caress Colleen and feel under her chest at her breasts, while her own breasts first teasingly stroked Colleen and then almost draped over them.

"Oh Colleen, this is something I had never imagined before. I am feeling so alive!" with that Sheila's body begins to shudder and a little stream of juices run down the inside of her thighs as her orgasm mounted and released. "I know, but it's all so different, so strange. I've never even given Tom a . . . . a you know . . . . blow job, let alone done this, but it is all very exciting!"

Colleen smiles and then gets up to kiss her friend, her fingers tenderly stroking and manipulating Sheila's vulva and clitoris; her wet mouth glazed with Sheila's sloppy juices, which Sheila finds sensual and intoxicating.

"Now I want to see how that thong looks on you," the two mature girls giggle, as they kiss again, pressing their breasts together and fingers plying open each others' lower lips.

"I can already tell you've made them all wet," Sheila began to lift Colleen's skirt up to let her see the thong underneath; it was soon apparent that it was drenched and hardly covering any of Colleen's womanly virtue.

"Hmmmm, might be better if it shows off a little more," Sheila chuckled as she began to pull up on the thong's waistband making it disappear between Colleen's fat labial lips; leaving them parted and very exposed. Colleen moaned and felt her fingers dig into Sheila's breasts, as she stood provocatively with her legs quite open, large round hips rolling sensually and breasts jiggling to the entire sensation she was experiencing.

"Oh look at that, now that does look pretty! Much better than those ol' granny panties you had on," Sheila chortled as she kissed Colleen's swaying, jiggling breasts while caressing and fondling her large hips.

"You're so sweet Sheila, but I feel so naughty . . . this isn't what I expected today . . . but I do feel much prettier now that you've done this to me." The two women grappled and clawed at each other, their hair becoming disheveled messes and the inner sides of their thighs were now all slippery as their bodies writhed together in a sensual heap.

Clutching one another until the two floozy matrons crashed to the floor, they found themselves intertwined in a lewd rubbing game that brought each to another orgasm. Not willing to stop there, Sheila flipped her hind end over Colleen's face and pushed open Colleen's long, thunderous legs before burying her enthusiastic face in her darling friend's hairy snatch. Tugging on the almost completely buried thong as she lapped at her friend, Sheila took pleasure in how it helped split her slit so that her lips puffed up and bulged much more. Tasting the sticky, salty and pungently smelling nectar that became more effusive as she dragged her saliva engulfed tongue through the hairy valley beneath her.

"Sheila, oh Sheila, yes . . . this is amazing . . . you are so amazing," Colleen gasped and dug her finger nails under the skirt of and onto Sheila's well formed buttocks as she felt the diving tongue plunge in between her lips to meet the deeply ensconced fabric of Sheila's thong that was now inside her. Colleen's senses tingled and she began to lose control as she looked up to see her marvelous friend's well groomed, but wet pussy hanging over her face; its perfume filling her nostrils. She lifted her head up to kiss it and quickly joined her friend in the wild lapping and probing between its fleshy folds. Within seconds each woman used their hands to hold open the other woman's vaginal lips to better access its delights. A finger or thumb soon helped the manipulation process. 

After several frantic minutes, the ladies reached yet another climax and collapsed upon each other. Shifting to face one another, they spent some time cuddling in the afterglow of their experience; caressing each other's faces, breasts and bellies and stroking each other's hair, along with warm kisses all over.

"I never knew how wonderful that could be!" Colleen gushed and kissed her friend.

"Yes, but I think our new outfits are a little messed up!" Sheila drolly opined, her fingers sliding provocatively over what little was exposed of the thong on Colleen's pubes, "especially my new thong!"

The women laughed and kissed again.

"I guess no more granny panties for me," Colleen grinned as her fingers caressed Sheila's clit.

"I sure hope not, although I did enjoy helping you change out of them," Sheila winked and squeezed one of Colleen's ass cheeks before digging her finger back into Colleen's quim. The two women spent the rest of their free afternoon in one another's arms- and legs-vowing to have more of these more intense fashion shows in the future; before returning to their mundane lives. Granny panties would never be seen on Colleen again.



Gwen's Abduction



I awoke to darkness and silence. My hands were bound above my head and something held my legs wide apart. My body was bare and I was lying on something cold and hard. There was no movement in the air, so I assumed I was inside. My eyes were covered and no light seeped through. I began screaming and thrashing against my restraints and I could have sworn I heard a faint chuckle.

I gave up screaming after a few minutes. Tears saturated my face as I tried to recall what happened. I remembered walking home from work and fumbling for my keys as I reached my door. Then someone grabbed me from behind. Everything after that was blank.

A hand gently caressing my breast made me snap to attention.

"Who are you? Where am I? Please let me go!"

The only response was a hard slap to my breast. I cried out and my captor hit me again. Each yelp was met with another slap -- and each was more painful than the last. Once I quieted, the hands went back to gently caressing. I learned quickly that my silence was desired.

I bit my lip to keep from making a sound as my nipples were pinched and twisted. My body reacted as it was meant to and I felt my pussy begin to drip.

"Good girl," was all he said. His voice was deep and powerful. I started to speak and then quickly closed my mouth. He laughed.

"It's all right. That game's over. You did well, but there is so much more planned for you tonight."

"Game? Planned for me? Who are you? You can't do this! Please, let me go! I won't tell anyone if you just let me . . ."

I was cut off by his fingers tracing my clit. I moaned and lifted my hips as much as I could.

"See? You don't want me to let you go. You're enjoying this. And we've only just started. By the time we're done with you, you'll be begging us not to leave."

Just as I registered the "we" and the "us," another set of hands grabbed my tits.

"No! You can't do this!"

The first man laughed again as he worked his fingers in and out of my cunt. The other man continued playing with my nipples -- rolling them between his fingers. I tried to keep protesting, but it became difficult as I neared orgasm. I started tightening my muscles around his fingers and pushing into him as much as I could with the restraints holding me back. And then just as I was about to cum, they both stopped.

I was left panting -- desperate for the release.

"You haven't earned it yet. All in good time."

He removed my blindfold and I tried to focus on his face, but without my glasses, everything was a blur.

The room was dimly lit. I was lying on some kind of table and I could make out some other oddly-shaped furniture around the room -- a giant X-shaped frame, something that looked like a pommel horse, and other things I couldn't make out at all.

There were three men in the room -- that I could see anyway. My heart began to speed up as I realized the extent of my situation. There was no escape. Tears ran down my face again.

"Shhhh," the first man began stroking my cheek. "It's okay Gwen. I promise you're going to enjoy this"

"How do you know my name?!" I screamed as I squinted trying to make out his face. He had dark hair that dropped to his shoulders and a widow's peak. His skin was tanned and looked to be of Mediterranean decent, but there was no accent to his voice. I studied him as best I could, but I could not place his face.

He laughed, "I know a lot about you, Gwen. And I know that deep down in the darkest pits of your mind, you want this. You've always wanted this. And tonight . . . and maybe into tomorrow, we're going to make your fantasies a reality."

I wanted to object, but it was true. As long as I could remember, I would fantasize about being taken and having my body ravished. I never told anyone about those fantasies, not even my husband. Sometimes I wrote them down in a journal, but they were kept safely at home.

"Have you been in my home?! How dare you! You can't . . . you just can't do this! I'm married. My husband will be worried. Please, please let me go!"

He stroked my hair and played with my nipples while he spoke, "I saw your ring. I know you're married, but I know you still want this and you're going to get it. But I'm tired of talking now." He stopped and looked away. "Jordan, bring me the gag."

"Sure thing, Ryan." Jordan walked over and handed Ryan what looked like a long strap with a dildo in the middle of it. I clamped my mouth closed and Ryan traced my lips with his fingers before holding my nose.

As soon as I opened my mouth to breath, he shoved the dildo in and pulled the straps around my head. It was rather small, maybe only 3 inches, but thick enough to keep my mouth closed tightly around it.

"There. That's better. Now what should we do with you next? What do you think, Jeremy?" Ryan turned around and looked at the third man. 

Jeremy came closer and shoved two fingers roughly inside of me. "Hmm, she's tight. Why don't we see if we can open her up a bit?"

"Great idea," Jordan replied.

I tried to scream against the gag, but it was pointless. Jeremy kept pumping his fingers in and out of my cunt. Two became three and then three became four. I could feel my juices dripping out of me and my clit was swollen.

Jeremy removed his fingers. I saw one of the other men hand him something before he shoved a dildo in my pussy. He held it in and then fastened something around my waist and between my legs that held the dildo in place.

I was in complete torment . . . both from my intellectual desire to get away and my physical need to orgasm.

"Mmmm," Ryan said. "Two out of three ain't bad, but shouldn't we work on filling that last hole?"

I shook my head from side to side. I had had anal sex before, but it was a rarity and only ever with my husband. It was devastating to think of these men violating me there.

"I like the way you think," Jordan responded as he untied my hands. They lifted me and then turned me on my belly. I thrashed against them, fighting them off as best I could.

Ryan grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, "You can fight if you wish, Gwen, but we are going to do whatever we want with you. You can't stop us and the more you fight, the more this is going to hurt, so I suggest you relax."

I hated to admit it, but he was right. It really was silly to fight them.

They forced me onto my knees and loosened the straps around my waist, though not enough to let the dildo drop. I felt a cool gel run down my ass as someone's finger traced my entrance. Then I felt the tip of the plug start to penetrate and I pulled away.

"Relax Gwen. It'll be so much better for you if you relax."

I took a few deep breaths through my nose and stopped clenching my bottom as the plug was pushed deep into my asshole. As soon as it was done, the straps were retightened.

"There. All three all holes filled like the proper whore you are."

They undid the bar holding my legs apart and lifted me up again, this time standing me in front of all three of them. I thought about running for a second, but there was nowhere to go. They looked me up and down and smiled.

Jordan came closer and placed a collar around my neck. Ryan attached a leash and then ordered me to my knees. I looked at him wide-eyed and he slapped my face. "I told you to get on your knees. This will be better for you once you learn to obey!"

I dropped to my knees and Ryan walked in front of me, pulling the leash. I was forced to follow him on all fours. The other men just watched, making a few comments about how hot I looked and how they couldn't wait to replace the dildos and plug with their cocks. I tried to catch my breath.

After a few laps around the room, Ryan stopped and sat in a chair. He positioned me in front of him as he undid the buckle on his pants.

"I'm going to take that mouth of yours first. I want to see how well you suck cock, Gwen. And if you can please each of us, we'll see about letting you cum."

He leaned forward and undid the strap behind my head, letting the dildo fall from my mouth. He placed it on a table beside his chair and took my face in his hands.

"You're going to do a good job, aren't you Gwen? You want to please me, don't you? You want your reward."

I started to tell him no, that I didn't want anything of this, but he grabbed my hair pulled my head back, making my pussy clench and throb. I sighed deeply, "Yes, Ryan."

"Tell me," he said.

I was mortified, but I whispered, "I'm going to do a good job. I want to please you. I want my reward."

"And what is your reward, Gwen?"

"If I can please you all, you might let me cum."

He smiled, "Yes, my dear. That's right. And your body is aching right now, isn't it? Your holes filled with fake cocks just isn't enough. You want the real thing, don't you?"

When I didn't respond, he slapped my face. "Answer me when I ask you a question."

I stammered, "Yes. Yes, my body's aching. I want real cocks filling me."

Ryan stroked my hair and smiled, "Good girl, Gwen. Now open that pretty little mouth."

I opened my mouth and he grabbed my hair close to my head. He slammed my mouth on this dick and kept pushing and pulling my head. He was thick and long and unrelenting. I licked his shaft as much as I could, but I had little control as he aggressively fucked my face.

I gagged and choked. Every so often he let me take me a breath, but then went right back to abusing my mouth. Just as I was beginning to sync to his rhythm, I felt something slam hard against my ass and my body jumped. My muffled cry was barely audible through Ryan's cock.

Ryan pulled my head down on him and held it there while one of the other guys continued to beat my ass. It was painful and yet oddly exciting. I clenched the dildo in my pussy and moved my hips in an attempt to rub my clit against the harness holding it in.

The beating stopped and Ryan pulled my head off his cock and slapped my face, harder this time than he had before. A tear streamed down my face.

"Were you trying to make yourself cum, Gwen?"

"I . . . I . . ." I thought of lying to him for a minute and then realized the truth would probably be better. I lowered my head, "Yes, I was trying to make myself cum."

He grabbed me by the throat and looked into my eyes. "If you do it again, I'll make you please each of us three times before giving you any release. Do you understand?"

I gulped, "Yes, Ryan. I'm sorry."

He pulled my head back down on his cock and I felt him begin to throb in my mouth. "Swallow every drop, Gwen. Every fucking drop."

He grunted as he forced my head all the way down again and I felt his hot liquid squirt into my mouth. When he released my hair, I licked his shaft and head clean and as instructed, swallowed every drop.

"Mmmm, good girl." Ryan smiled at me and then looked at the other men. "So, who's next?"

Jeremy took my hair in his hands and held my face just a few inches from his cock. "Lick," was all he said and so I did. I ran my tongue up and down the length of him, over the head, and then back down to his balls.

He moaned softly as I drowned him in my saliva. Then he pulled my head away and picked me up. He carried me to a bed and laid me down on it so my head was hanging off the edge. He stood by my face and began fucking my mouth. He was bigger than Ryan and I was surprised by how much of him I could take into my mouth. The angle gave him better access and he fucked my throat like it was a cunt.

Jeremy grabbed my nipples. He pulled on them and twisted them. The pain shot through me, but every time he stopped I wished he'd do it again. And he never disappointed. He continued pinching my nipples and smacking my tits as I groaned into his crotch.

"That's it you dirty whore. Let me know how much you enjoy being used like this."

He gave my nipples one last really rough squeeze and then pulled out of my mouth to cum all over my face and my breasts. He walked away briefly, leaving my head hanging over the side of the bed and his semen dripping off of me.

I closed my eyes, exhausted, and then I felt something scraping at my chest. I opened my eyes and lifted my head to see Jeremy scooping up his cum with a spoon. "Open up, Gwen."

I did as I was told and slurped down every salty drop Jeremy fed me.

When he was finished, Jordan wiped me down with a warm wash cloth. He sat me up straight and held me until the dizziness passed. The he lay down on the bed with his hands behind his head and told me to make him cum.

Without his hands directing my head, I was left to my own skills. I took him into my mouth and ran my tongue over every inch, working my way up and down. I cupped his balls in my hand before licking and sucking them as well.

"Suck harder, bitch." 

I took as much of his thick cock into my mouth as possible and sucked as hard as I could. His body reacted by thrusting into my mouth. I kept up the momentum, bobbing my head up and down on his dick, sucking harder and harder until I felt him start to throb.

I continued licking and sucking as he came in my mouth. I rolled over when he was finished, unsure of what was going to happen next.

"Very well done, Gwen. Very well done, indeed. You proved yourself to be quite a skillful little cocksucker, just like I knew you would. Would you like us to make you cum now?"

I looked at him, ashamed and wondering what my husband would think of me like this, and said, 

"Yes, please."

"Beg. Let us know how much you need it. Let us know why you deserve it."

I swallowed hard. "Please," I looked at each of them. "Please, make me cum. I need it. I need the release. My body's aching to cum. I worked hard to please all of you and I did. Please, please let make me cum!"

Ryan smiled and laughed. He pulled my legs to the edge of the bed and separated them. He grabbed one leg and one of the other men -- I couldn't tell who -- grabbed the other and they tied each my legs to the posts on either side of the bed. Then they did the same to my arms.

I was spread wide open on the bed when someone slipped the dildo gag back into my mouth. Jeremy sat behind me and pulled my head back so I was looking in his eyes. He held his hands loosely on my throat.

Jordan sat beside me and played with my breasts, alternating between gentle and rough. And Ryan was between my legs. He removed the harness and the dildo in my pussy and I felt my juices drip onto the bed.

He began slamming the dildo in and out of my hole, fast and deep. I groaned into the gag as Jeremy's hands tightened around my neck.

Jordan continued to abusing my tits while Ryan started rubbing my clit. I thrust my hips into the air as much as I could and bit down on the gag as I came. I felt it through my entire body and my pussy began to pulse.

I collapsed back down when I was done, but Ryan continued to ram the dildo into me. My body was extra sensitive and I couldn't take the pain. I began thrashing against my restraints. Jeremy held me down around my belly and Jordan by my shoulders. 

After what felt like forever, Ryan stopped. They removed the plug from my ass and the gag from my mouth, but left me restrained to the bed.

I lay there covered in sweat and my own juices -- exhausted and shamed. Now that the need to orgasm was gone, reality struck me hard. I just let three men completely use me. And I loved it. How could I possibly look my husband in the eyes again?

My eyes began to drift closed and Ryan whispered in my ear, "Rest up, Gwen. There is so much more to come."



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"Harder Please!" - First Variation



He is lying in her arm, she touches his face, her gentle voice is sending shivers down his spine, just like all the times. She is playing with his nipples again, they are already hurting a bit. She is talking to him with her calm voice. He had to masturbate in front of her and had to stop just before cumming. Cumming was strictly forbidden. Just using his full strength he was able to do so. She knew more about his body than he did himself. When there were only two or three moves left until his explosion he heard her gentle order: "Stop!"

Almost he had been screaming as loud as hell, aghast, that one more time he was not allowed to ejaculate. He wants to taste her, but her game with him is not over yet. He knows she wants it all from him. If she would allow him to cum after almost endless pain he would see flashlights in his mind.

But he is addicted to this game she made the rules for. The sudden end of her caresses causes this beating in his loins, the top of his cock is screaming for more and his whole dick, hard as a rock, seems to be connected directly with his nipples. The twisting of his nipples is sending beats into his cock and his head. Not really aching, pure lust, but somehow painful. He is listening to her voice: "Can you feel my fingernails at your nipples?"

"Ohhyess."

"Does it hurt?"

"No..."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Ohhno, do not stop!"

"But?"

He knows exactly the answer she is expecting. And he wants it, too, right? But despite of this he is afraid. And he knows what is coming up for him.

He presses the words out of his mouth: "Harder please!"

Not a second after these words have left his lips an extreme heavy hit is beating from his nipples to his loins. Although or because it hurts so much he is pressing his breast towards her. She is twisting his nipples, hard, always harder. And she knows exactly how far she can go.

She stops. But his relief will not last long as she starts to cover his hard cock with ortica juice. Following this his bulging testicles are getting tied. At last she is pulling a tight condom over his dick while grinning at him.

In a mix of pain and lust he is staring at her strap-on. Like in slow motion she sinks down on him. He feels her plastic penis moving between his lips and fucking his greedy slave mouth.

Suddenly she gets up. Breathing heavily her victim is lying in front of her.

At last she puts the ortica condom away. 

He breathes deeply, but she won't give him a break. Instead of she grabs a burning candle.

She lets hot wax dripping on his body, his nipples, his hard cock.

And he begs for more...

"You are going to lick me again, as complete and as long until I am completely satisfied with your performance!" 

He is optimistic. This would not be the first time that he would lick her greedy cunt until she climaxes. And he likes that. 

But this time he should not get through this that easy. 

"First you will lick my ass with your dirty tongue.

Then you will lick from my ass up to my cunt. your tongue will discover my backdoor and lick it clean most intensively. Because I guess that even you can get me a little hot in this way you are going to clean my cunt with your tongue afterwards. Have I been straight and clear?"

He understands everything but can not believe it. She wants to humiliate him completely. He shall really lick her ass hole and afterwards her cunt juices. 

If he could do that?

Just as she has spoken her words she is pressing her nice little ass right in his face.

Giving in to her power over him his tongue is dancing right through the tight ass hole of this dominating woman. 

"Ooohhh yes, at least this you can do, Mr. Small Cock! Lick my hole clean!" Obedient he is licking stronger and stronger between her cunt lips and her anus.

Meanwhile she is moaning harder and harder. Realizing her getting hotter and hotter makes him fucking his bitch with his tongue into both holes. 

Now her anus stands wide open.

Soon she feels his rock hard erected cock deep in her tight rectum. Holy shit, how great is that! The bed seems to be almost breaking down, it is squeaking and swaying under their moves heavily. She is pushing his dick into her ass as far as possible. It really hurts, but each push is sending shivers of pleasure from her head to her toes. He tries to fuck towards her moving ass as far as possible. Now he wants to squirt his cum into her rectum, for the first time ever!

"May I, may I squirt into your ass?" he moans obedient afraid of the consequences.

"No!!!"

Suddenly she lifts her ass until his cock slides out. If he just hadn´t asked her!

Once again her ass is coming down above his face. While his obedient tongue is entering her backdoor taking the place of his cock she just can´t resist to get her lips wrapped around his throbbing rod until she is tasting her own rectal juices. 

But before he is cumming she stopped the game."Sorry Honey, we have to hurry now. You know that Nina and Cleo are coming for a visit. They´ll be here in a few minutes. Be a good boy and get dressed now."

Oh shit, how could he forget that? Her silly girl-friends will stay for the weekend. Yes, she had told him about some weeks ago. 

Some hours later in the night. He can't sleep and discovers Nina in the bathroom. Nina is taking a shower and he has silently entered the bathroom, peeping at her and wanking his neglected cock.

He is leaning with his back at the tiled bathroom wall rubbing his fully erected dick that sticks out of his opened morning gown. 

Nina is leaning under the shower also with her back at the tiled wall and starts to let her fingers stroke over her soaped cunt. Her eyes are closed in pleasure, still thinking she would be alone in the bathroom with no one watching her. While the drops of water keep rolling off from her tight skin Nina´s second hand is wandering to her tits and presses them together slightly. 

Just this view at this bloody bitch - he really hated her from the beginning - is pumping more blood into his rock hard cock. She is probably dreaming about that sexy guy from the dance club she wanted to talk to but didn't dare to one more time. In the end it is his fault of course, but that is nothing new for him. 

Nina's fingers keep rubbing her slutty cunt, tenderly stroking her pussy lips and finally open up her cunt for what should follow. Nina moistens her long and slim fingers and starts now to rub her clit gently. 

He is grabbing his foreskin with thumb and index finger, pulls it slightly back and concentrates his moves on the scarlet top of his cock until he feels his juice rise. 

He succeedes in shooting his load against the wall without her recognizing him. Silently he leaves the bathroom.

But he still hadn´t seen enough. As the night goes on he is sneaking into the guest room where Cleo should be sleeping. But she isn't. She is awake and is already waiting for him.

Soon she is squatting on a seat in front of him spreading her fat thighs as far as she can. Like hypnotized he is staring at her so unashamedly presented paradise. He is looking at her swollen pussy lips wondering if her foolish Harry ever gave it to her like he should and for how long she hadn´t got another cock inside her. Lasciviously Cleo is squatting before him, her hand moving to her glittering cunt. At first one, then two of her thick fingers sliding into it. Wet and sticky from her horny juice Cleo is sliding her fingers into his mouth for him to lick them clean. She is tasting like pure horniness.

"Do you need a written invitation? By a look at your stick I can tell how horny you are! Your Sweetheart didn't let you because we are here visiting her, right? Now come between my legs, down on your knees and smell my hot pussy!"

Completely spineless he does everything Cleo is demanding. The tip of his tongue is pleasing her clitty, he is squatting on the floor in front of her looking up to her in devotion. He is doing his best to be able to reach her well in this position, pressing his face closer and closer to Cleo's twitching gap. His sweat is breaking out and demanding she grabs the back of his head pressing his face onto her greedy cunt. The tip of his tongue is nearly driving her mad. He feels how every hit of his tongue lets her get wilder.

"Yeeesssssss, suck my pearl! Don´t worry, I´m gonna let you fuck me soon, but before you're gonna lick me until I'm cumming!"

Meanwhile Nina had entered the room. Suddenly both bitches are pressing his back to the floor opening his gown. 

Helpless under the power of these two bitches he gets more and more horny while his Willie is stretching itself high pertly.

Then the naked Nina is squatting herself over him and demands: "Come on you horny peeping boy, lick my cunt until I gotta pee." She takes his head between her thighs until his tongue gets deeply into her freshly showered cunt.

He is afraid his cock would burst into pieces as horny as he got. Insatiable he is licking Nina's wet cent, tasting her pussy lips while Cleo is stroking herself watching them. 

Finally he spreads his lips covering Nina´s cunt while pressing his tongue as deep as possible into her wet pharynx. Suddenly Nina is screaming: "Fuck me with your tongue, I gotta pee!" And already her spurt is shooting into his mouth. She seems to have drunk a lot of coffee and a little champagne...

As Nina had emptied herself completely into his mouth she finally rises herself away from him. Shortly afterwards he feels that he got turned around to lie on his belly. 

Nina screams at him: "I have been licked better before!" And already he feels the beatings on his ass. Nina's blows with a horsewhip are pattering hard and fast at his buttocks. You can hardly hear his painful gasping. The whip is drilling into his buttocks and he is imaging the traces that Nina's beatings are leaving on his ass. How shall he be able to sit on his office chair on Monday?

But that doesn't matter now. The wild women got him under control completely. Suddenly he realizes the sound of a digicam. 

It has to be his girl-friend Sabrina taking pictures of him. Please only for her private use! He tries to turn himself away but fails. The ongoing whiplashes hitting his flesh suffocate any move to escape before he really started. His moaning gets stronger and stronger, his body is now covered in sweat. "Now look how our little piglet is transpiring!" Cleo is sounding merciless! With relief he recognizes that Nina's hits are diminishing and finally stop completely. Silence. Gentle fingers are caressing his maltreated botty. But these fingers - they must be wrapped in latex! Nina is wearing gloves! But why? Then he feels the finger pushing forward into his sore crack. Her second hand - or maybe it wasn't hers? - is rubbing over the welts on his ass. The pain makse him gasp. Another pair of hands is tearing his buttocks apart. The latex wrapped finger is penetrating his anus deeply. 

Martin has to accept that there is no chance to escape. So he tries to relax as far as possible to avoid making it more painful than necessary. With the entry of Nina's second and third finger the pain gets more but somehow it is also exciting in a way he didn't know before. And he realizes how horny Sabrina gets as Nina is pushing her fingers deep in his anus letting them move in circles there. Nina's fingers are moving faster, moving back and forth until Martin starts to scream out his horniness.

And then Nina has her flat hand completely in Martin's botty. Her long moves forward and back almost drive him crazy. His lout is hard like never before, Sabrina has her fingers around it. Nina's thumb joins her fingers. This is aching like hell and Martin tries desperately to escape from her but Sabrina doesn't let him. Finally Nina's fist is slipping completely into Martin's ass. For a moment she doesn't move before she begins to push back and forth. His feelings are overwhelming. Between her thrusts Nina is turning her little hand sometimes to the left, then again to the right. At the same time Sabrina is sucking his cock, very gingerly, her lips embracing it and the tip of her tongue is dancing at his acorn while Cora keeps on pleasing Sabrina's soaking wet little cunt. All this happens while Nina keeps on fisting Martin without any mercy. Martin has no chance to hold back any longer. 

Without thinking about the consequences he is shooting his load into Sabrina's mouth. 



Her Best Friend's Daughter



Author's Note: Welcome to my latest story and my first entry in this category. For readers new to me, a disclaimer. I do not write quick stroke stories and enjoy trying to build the story before getting to the part we all read these stories for. So if you're looking for a quick and dirty story, this may not be for you. Otherwise, hope you enjoy my first attempt on this subject. LC68

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I glanced up from the crossword puzzle I was working on at the sound of Mandy's little red Mazda pulling onto our street. Watching the small car approach, a delicious wave of anticipation ran through me. I could see Mandy had her friend Kelly with her which meant she didn't have to work tonight. Better yet, Kelly's presence, coupled with the fact it was in the mid eighties, meant they would be going for a swim and that meant show time!

Mandy saw me sitting on the porch and gave me a wave as she passed. I waved back and laughed as she pulled into the driveway next door to me, literally only fifteen feet away. It was the same routine every day since Rachel had bought her the car as a high school graduation present last year. Anytime she went past she waved. Then she would exit the car and turning to face me, give me another enthusiastic wave and yell, 

"Hi Karen! You can tell my mom I came right home like I was supposed to!"

Getting up from the porch swing, I walked over to the railing and called out, "Hey, I'm not your mom's spy," I laughed, "Okay, well not all the time!"

Mandy said something to Kelly, who had also exited the car. Kelly nodded and after giving me a quick wave, wandered off towards the backyard and the pool. I took a moment to check out her tanned legs and well rounded ass in her tight denim shorts. Kelly gave me a little thrill by stripping her t-shirt off as she reached the patio next to the pool, exposing the smooth skin of her back and the red string of a pretty skimpy bikini top.

As Kelly put her hair up, she turned to the side, giving me a glimpse of her impressive chest. As fun as that little tease was, my attention turned to the much bigger tease that lived next door to me. With her blonde hair, full lush figure, and features that enabled her to pass for a woman of twenty five, I'm sure most people would consider Kelly the hotter of the two young lovelies, but Mandy drove me crazy. 

The physical opposite of her best friend, Mandy was tall and slender, with a pair of long legs that seemed to go on forever and a set of perky little breasts I imagined would fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. Both of those assets were being shown off well in the short low cut sundress she was wearing. 

"I know you're not a rat!" Mandy said as she reached the fence that separated our yards "I was just playing," she winked, "You even covered for me with Rob a couple of times when we were going out."

"Who?" I frowned.

"Rob," she said, "You know...." She caught herself and rolled her eyes, "Duh, I get it!" she laughed at herself before the good natured smile that seemed as if it were her permanent expression appeared again.

I returned the smile, but knew mine couldn't exactly be described as having good intentions behind it. Fact was it was getting harder and harder not to see Mandy as anything but the hot little minx she was. Her long sandy brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail and that look, along with those big brown doe eyes, gave her a look of innocence that made me think of what it would be like to be the one to corrupt her. 

Adding to that sweet look was a pair of not so innocent looking full lips. Despite the provocative look they gave her, those lips could be turned into a devastating pout. Over the years that pout along with those big wide eyes had succeeded in getting her pretty much anything she wanted from me, including acting as a buffer between her and her overly strict mother Rachel, who was also my best friend since I moved in next door ten years ago. 

I knew I should feel badly thinking of Mandy as an object of desire, but she was so damn precious I wanted to just eat her up; literally. Starting at those perfect lips and finishing at what I imagined would be an equally full set of pouty lips between those firm young thighs. Of course I would have to stop and linger at those perky little....

"Karen?"

"What?" I blinked; pulling myself from what had recently become a daily fantasy.

"I asked if you wanted to come over and go for a swim?" 

"Oh, um no thanks." 

"How come? It's awfully hot out here."

And getting hotter by the minute as looking past Mandy I noticed Kelly had removed her shorts and was now standing near the pool in her red bikini. The suit didn't have much material in the back, exposing a good portion of her sweet young ass. I had to avert my eyes when I saw her bend over to pick something up.

"Hey Karen, you in there?"

"Yeah, sorry." I shrugged. "I've got some work to do from home and I really can't."

"You do crosswords for work?" Mandy pointed and looking down, I frowned at the magazine I still had in my hand.

"I was taking a break, trying to clear my head." I explained.

"So come swimming! That will relax you!"

Not really, I thought dryly, if anything it would get me more worked up. Damn I needed to get some. Since I'd broken up with Carla six months ago my sex life had consisted of pretty much what I was planning on doing in about ten minutes.

"No, then I won't want to work. Besides" I rolled my eyes and pointed over at Kelly who had turned back around to face us, waiting for Mandy to join her. "The two of you make me look bad, an old lady like me next to two hot young girls like you."

"Aww, you're not old!" Mandy told me, "You're only a year older than my mom."

"Hey thanks, hon!" I laughed.

"Well, I didn't mean it like that!" Mandy added quickly, "God knows you look and act younger than my mom, you see how she dresses? Like 40's old or something." She smiled, "You dress young and sexy."

At those words, I felt my heart skip a beat. "You think I'm sexy?" I asked, "Really?"

Mandy paused and her smile was replaced by a nervous look as if she hadn't meant to say that.

"I...well, yeah. I like how you dress, not slutty, but you really look good."

"Thank you, I do what I can."

I looked down at my current attire which consisted of a black skirt that although couldn't be considered mini did stop well before my knees. I'd had on a black blouse, but had removed it when I got home from the office and was now just in the tight red sleeveless shirt I'd worn under it. My breasts, which I would say could rival Kelly's in size, were prominently displayed and the twice a week I still forced myself to go jogging had kept my legs looking pretty good. 

In spite of the heat I always made it a point to wear my long dirty blond hair down to give me a more youthful appearance and many women, as well as men barking up the wrong tree, had told me that along with my baby blue eyes made me seem much younger than my actual age. I lifted my head from my self evaluation and saw Mandy's eyes were right where mine had been looking, at my chest. I was leaning over the railing and I was sure she could right down to the black lace of my bra. 

"So, hey," I asked, "You in there?"

Mandy's head jerked up and I saw she was beginning to blush. I felt my own face start to flush as well at the thought it had really seemed as if she were staring. The fact she seemed embarrassed added to that and not for the first time I wondered about her. Mandy had been with only one guy her mother and I knew about, Rob whom she'd dated for about a year. 

They had broken up months ago and I hadn't seen a replacement coming around. She did however, to spend a lot of time with Kelly, who despite her pussy inspiring body, didn't seem to have a boyfriend. As Mandy, continued to look at me awkwardly, I told myself to knock it off. Apparently my fantasy life was trying to eek its way into reality.

"I'm here." Mandy answered, "I was just looking at you and thinking about Kelly and..."

"Really?" I blurted out, and instantly felt like an idiot, who was the kid here? 

"Yeah," Mandy continued, not seeming to notice the excitement I'd let slip in that response. "You said you'd feel bad wearing a suit because of me and Kelly?" she sighed, "I should be the one to feel bad, I look like a damn tomboy next to the two of you."

"Honey there is nothing about you that looks like a boy, trust me. You just have a different body type, but it's just as nice."

Mandy looked down at herself, "I guess my legs aren't bad, but I don't have a big chest."

"You don't need one." I told her, In fact some men prefer small breasts, especially on a girl with a build like yours" I laughed, "Many women too."

"You think?"

"No, Mandy, I don't think, I know." I winked, "Remember who you're talking to, I'm a true fan of the female form and there is nothing wrong with any part of you."

Mandy blushed furiously and I wanted to smack myself. Regardless of how she took it, that comment was way to forward. Rachel was old fashioned and although it didn't affect our friendship, was not a fan of my lifestyle. The last thing I needed was Mandy repeating something I said that could be taken the wrong way. I breathed a sigh of relief when Mandy recovered and said, 

"Thanks Karen, you always make me feel better about things. God knows my mother would never want to talk about me being worried about my tits and who's looking at them."

"She's just protective that's all." I told her, "There's a lot of perverts out there you know. In fact I know of one right next door.

"So, anyway, come swimming!" she laughed at the sound of a loud splash behind her as tired of waiting, Kelly had jumped in.

"Next time." I told her. "Your mom said she's going to grill on Saturday so I'll come for a dip then okay?"

"Okay." She nodded, she started to turn, then stopped and giving me an adorable little shy smile asked, "Karen, you really think I'm, you know, sexy?"

Be careful, I warned myself and took a second before responding. "I think you're a very pretty young lady and have nothing to be ashamed of."

"Think I'm as hot as Kelly?" she pressed, then caused my mind to race again when she added, "She's hot, really hot."

"You think so?" I asked, dodging her question.

"Oh." Again she seemed to have caught herself and I started to wonder if the two of us weren't tap dancing around a similar thought. "Well, I think she's pretty, but wow, are the guys all over her."

"No boyfriend though." I pointed out. "Odd, no?"

Um, yeah." She said nervously, "She says guys piss her off, they're too grabby."

"That they are, it's why I started seeing women." I told her, "Well that and a very pretty roommate in college."

I expected Mandy to blush, but instead she asked, "You used to be with guys?"

"When I was young, yes." I nodded, but not wanting to go further, turned the question back to her, "So how come you haven't gotten yourself a new boyfriend? Rob's been gone awhile now?"

"Oh, I don't know," she said quickly, then pointing behind her added, "I'm going to get going okay? Kelly's probably getting pissed I'm ignoring her."

"Can't have a girl that pretty being pissed off now can we?" I asked, innocently, "You go ahead and have fun, I'm going inside anyway."

"Oh, you going back to work?" she asked, giving her head a toss sending her hair over her shoulder and exposing the soft creamy, and very kissable, skin of her neck.

"No," I told her as I felt my nipples stiffening against my bra. "There's a show I want on I want to catch. 

*****

I all but ran upstairs to my bedroom and approaching the chaise by the window, was already stripping of my shirt. Standing alongside the comfy sofa, I quickly removed my bra, sighing happily as my breasts obtained the freedom they'd been yearning for all day. Unzipping my skirt, I let it fall to the floor, then clothed only in a black thong lay down on the chaise and pulled the shade up just high enough to see outside.

My window overlooked Rachel's yard and I was just in time to see Mandy standing by the pool untying her sundress. I licked my lips as it fell to the ground exposing the light blue bikini she had on beneath it. 

The bikini was French cut, riding high over her hips and giving me a great look at the entire length of her legs. Despite being slender, Mandy's legs did have a nice shape to them and after my eyes took in that shape, I mover to her soft flat stomach, then raised my gaze to those high, firm, little tits of hers. The top of the bathing suit did a good job of pushing them up exposing the upper half of those sweet young globes.

I wondered what her mother say when she got home, but then it dawned on me it was Thursday and Rachel worked until after seven. At just the thought of her name, I felt a twinge of guilt at not only watching my best friend's daughter, but my hand was already straying down my stomach towards my pussy. That guilt was quickly shoved to the side as I watched Mandy dive into the pool. She stayed under the water, swimming towards Kelly who was leaning against the ladder on the other side. 

The water was clear and I watched Mandy's lithe form glide under the water. When she reached Kelly I saw her place her hands on her thighs and when she popped up from the water, their faces were less than a foot apart. As my right hand found my nipple, my left eased the thong to the side and I released a sharp breath when my fingers slid through my wet flesh. Below me Mandy put her hands on Kelly's shoulders and after a moment laughed and pushed off her, going into a back stroke.

That's what really happened, but even as my eyes focused on Mandy's long legs splashing up from the water, my mind played out a different turn of events. In my fantasy world, Mandy leaned forward and placed a deep passionate kiss on her blonde bombshell friend. Their arms would encircle each other and their hands would run through their wet hair. Kelly would pull Mandy's top down, and immediately begin sucking on those small, hard nipples. 

A shiver went through me when my fingers found my clit and my mind embraced the visual of Mandy, arching her back and moaning in pleasure while Kelly sucked first one tit then the other. In the real world, Mandy reached the edge of the pool and pulling herself from it sat on the edge. I wondered why she would come out already, then saw her pick up her phone. 

My fingers stayed busy, slowly caressing my swollen button and received some motivation when, rolling over onto her back, Kelly began floating in the pool. She spread her arms wide and as her body drifted lazily away from the edge I took in her large breasts which I'm sure could keep her afloat on their own. I wouldn't say she was chubby, but Kelly had a pretty soft set of curves and my eyes ate up the delicious swell of her hips as well as her soft, thick, tanned thighs.

The red bikini was little more than a patch between her thighs and I wondered if she were smooth or if she would have left a small patch of blond fuzz between her legs. My fingers sped up at the idea of Mandy laying next to her, licking and teasing the nipple of one her large tits, while her hand slipped into the bikini and fondled her. 

Kelly started kicking her feet, pushing herself towards Mandy who still talking on the phone, reached out with her leg and stopped her with a foot on her shoulder. 

Kelly rolled over and gave me a thrill by standing directly between Mandy's legs. Mandy was laughing and after a moment, passed Kelly the phone. As she began speaking, Kelly placed her hand idly on Mandy's leg just over her knee; Mandy was looking down at her and I swore she was looking at the considerable cleavage her friend was flaunting. But at this point, with my fingers rubbing my aching clit, I'm sure I wasn't seeing anything for what it really was. 

One thing I did see that caused my right hand to leave my nipple and plunge two fingers inside my sopping pussy, was Mandy lie on her back on the towel behind her. Her legs were still in the pool and between them, Kelly leaned against her crotch to pass her the phone. Instantly my lust crazed mind was filled with Mandy reaching down and sliding her bikini to the side and Kelly burying her face between her thighs. 

I began breathing harder, especially when beneath me, Mandy had begun playfully kicking her legs in the water around Kelly. My fingers were buried to the hilt in my pussy and I clamped my legs together, pressing my hand to my swollen button. Staring at Mandy lying on her back, her legs spread, my mind took the final plunge. I placed myself in Kelly's position and could all but smell the sweet scent of her young pussy. I could feel the hard nub of her clit beneath my tongue and hear her moan my name. 

My fingers wouldn't be in my pussy, but plunging into her hot little box. Even as I gasped and my back arched off the sofa, I told myself I was a sick woman, getting off to the thought of fucking a girl I'd once babysat on a regular basis. On the other hand that little girl had blossomed into quite the young flower and a little harmless fantasy never hurt anyone. Down below, Kelly had gotten tired of Mandy splashing her and grabbing her ankle lifted her leg up. 

I of course, thought of myself doing it and placing that soft wet foot on my back as I plundered her inexperienced pussy with my tongue. Mandy would whimper and her thighs would shake just as mine were beginning to. Raising my right leg, I placed it on the corner of the windowsill and began pumping my hips, using the motion to drive my fingers deeper while rubbing my clit in hard fast circles. 

I gasped when I felt myself teetering on the edge and was helped over that edge by Mandy suddenly sitting up and wrapping her arms around Kelly's shoulders, pushed herself off the edge and on top of her. 

She was only playing, but as the two of them splashed into the pool, I saw their bodies intertwined, not in the pool, but on a bed, their arms, legs and hair tangled together and the moisture on their bodies not water, but sweat. For a brief instance I saw myself lying between them, their young hot bodies draped across mine and...

I released a muffled cry and my hips started bucking wildly as my pussy convulsed around my fingers and I came long and hard to the thought of lying in the naked embrace of my best friend's daughter. I braced my foot against the edge of the window, using it to help lift my hips higher off the bed as waves of intense pleasure flowed through me. I emitted a long shuddering moan and slumped back down onto the sofa as the last of the orgasm slowly flowed through me. 

With a contented sigh, I lowered my leg from the window. As I did, I felt something catch between my toes. Lifting my head, I drew my leg back to see what it was and too late, realized it was the cord for the shade. The shade snapped upwards, pulling the cord from between my toes and to my dismay loudly slammed up into the top of the window. Not thinking, I sat up and grabbed at the cord to pull the shade back down. Just as I caught it, I heard Mandy yell, 

"Hey Karen!" 

I turned my rapidly blushing face to look out the window and see her wave up at me. Kelly was looking as well and breaking out laughing, said something to Mandy who also laughed, before calling out, "It's not nice to flash the neighbors!"

At that moment it struck me that I had forgotten I was topless. I quickly yanked the shade down, but not before I heard Kelly exclaim, "Wow, I hope mine look that good when I get older!"

As they both broke out laughing, I put my head in my hands and hoped to hell the two of them couldn't put two and two together and realize I was watching them. With a sigh I lay back and resting my head on the pillow thought, smooth Karen, real smooth. 




Her Best Friend's Daughter



*****

I jerked awake at the sound of my cell ringing next to me and sitting up on the couch looked at the cable box and saw it was quarter to seven. Rubbing at my eyes, I picked up the phone to see it was Rachel calling.

"Hey," answered, "What's going on, you working late and need me to..."

"No." she cut in quickly, "I...I'm already home, got out early."

"Oh." She sounded upset and I felt my stomach twist at the thought that Mandy might have said something to her about earlier.

"Listen Karen, I need to come over, we need to talk."

"Umm, about what?" I asked, as the twisting sensation continued.

"About something that happened today with Mandy, can I come over now?"

"Sure." I said quietly. "Come on over."

"Thanks, I'll be right there."

As I put the phone down I closed my eyes and tried to figure out how to convince my best friend I wasn't perving on her daughter, even though I was.

*****

I sat at the kitchen table tapping my cup of tea and nervously waiting for Rachel to bring up why she had come over here. The fact she looked just as nervous did little to convince me this wouldn't be about earlier. Normally Rachel was straightforward and only tap danced around things when they were serious. As she stared down into her own mug I looked her over and for the thousandth time noted Mandy was the spitting image of her mother.

Although she wore it shorter, Rachel had the same sandy brown hair and huge expressive dark eyes as her daughter along with the same thin build. Unlike Mandy, and much to her chagrin, Rachel's tits were far from small, although the way she dressed one would have to look hard to notice. Rachel was not just old fashioned, but downright conservative.

Even now, just sitting in her best friend's house, she was still wearing the black blazer and white blouse she went to work in and her skirt as always was loose and hung below her knees. 

I'd spent a lot of time by the pool with her and even there she wore an unflattering one piece bathing suit, but you didn't have to look hard to see she had a damned good figure. She also never seemed to have a shortage of interested men, even though she rarely dated. 

Even when Rachel decided to indulge herself so to speak she never brought them home and used to ask me to sleep over and watch Mandy while she had a good time. I came out of my fog when Rachel released a long heavy sigh, about the fourth one since she'd sat down.

Figuring she wasn't going to start up and it was best to just get this over with I cleared my throat, "So, you going to tell me what's going on with Mandy?"

"Yeah, I guess, it's just." She sighed, "I'm still trying to process it myself."

"Well telling me will probably help you do that, even if it's just by hearing it out loud."

"No, I think you'll help because it involves you." Rachel said, looking across the table at me and sending my stomach plummeting.

"It has something to do with me?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Well. Maybe not so much you, but...." She paused before asking, "Karen do you talk to Mandy about what you do?"

"Do?" I tried to hide my alarm and play dumb, "You mean advertising?"

"No, I mean your lifestyle."

"Life...."

"Women, Karen." Rachel rolled her eyes, "Do you go into detail with Mandy about women."

"Well we've had some girl talk, you know basic things how to dress and...."

"I'm talking about your preferences shall we say."

"She knows I'm a lesbian." I told her hoping to hell Mandy hadn't mentioned I had seemed to be flirting a little earlier. "But I don't go into details if that's what you're asking."

"You're sure?" Rachel raised her eyebrows, "You don't mention your girlfriends, or....you know, make it sound hot?"

"Hot?" My nervousness was fading as it seemed this might not be about anything I said, or at least not directly, "Rachel, I don't hide my tastes so to speak, but I don't play kiss and tell with your daughter."

"So you've never encouraged her?"

"I encourage her all the time." I told her seeing a chance to try to get today out in the open.

"Just today she was remarking she was too skinny and not as attractive as Kelly or other girls. I told her she is very attractive and all women are beautiful and sexy in their way." I shrugged. "I did make a remark that she should trust me because I'm an expert in checking out women, but I didn't mean it like I was....you know, checking her out."

"I would never think you were checking her out." Rachel said quickly, "I hope that's not how I came across; I know you would never be inappropriate with her, she's like a niece to you."

Her words caused a wave of mixed emotions. After the initial surge of relief that I was off the hook I was struck by a wave of guilt at the niece comment. Rachel was right, Mandy was like family to me, but of late my tastes seemed to have changed and I was starting to look at young girls as opposed to women my age and damned if Mandy wasn't the most desirable one I knew.

Taking a sip of me tea I wondered if my recent obsession with young ladies wasn't some form of female mid-life. I'd even taken to watching videos of older women seducing girls of barely legal age.

"Anyway," Rachel broke into my thoughts. "The reason I was asking is...well let me tell you what happened."

"I think that would help," I laughed.

"Sorry, I just couldn't go straight into it." She told me, then took a sip of tea before continuing. "I usually don't get home until around eight or eight thirty, but the server went down and tech wasn't sure how long it would take to fix so I came home about six thirty."

"Uh-oh." I nodded, "You catch her...."

"You want to tell the story?"

"Sorry." I made a gesture as if I were zipping my lip shut.

"Mandy was upstairs and I figured since I was out early I would go ask her if she wanted to go out to the Chinese buffet she likes. So I went upstairs and saw her door partway open. I walked in and saw...."

Unable to help it, I spoke up, "Was she with someone?"

"No, she was at her desk and her back was to me. She had her feet up on the desk and there was porn on the lap top and she was playing with herself. I mean really going at it, moaning and didn't even know I was behind her."

"Okay," I said, interrupting as much to get that mouth watering visual out of my mind as I wanted to help, "So she was masturbating, big deal. Don't sit there and say you didn't when you were a kid."

"Well, sure I did..." as always when the subject of sex came up she looked awkward and unable to resist I tossed out, 

"Hey, you haven't dated in awhile I bet you're killing your share of batteries these days."

To my delight I succeeded, as I always did, in getting my friend to blush. But recovering she grinned, "No, I buy duracels they last."

I laughed and clapping my hands, exclaimed, "That was good! See we'll have you out of your shell by the time you're fifty!"

"Whatever. Back to Mandy, playing with herself, I suppose I could handle, better that than getting laid every time she's horny, but...it was what she was watching."

"What was it? Something really nasty, like gang bangs?"

"No, she was watching lesbian porn."

"Oh." Fighting off the sick thrill that gave me, I shrugged, "So what?"

"No big deal for you, it's what you're into, but Mandy...I mean she had a boyfriend and...."

"She could just be curious."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

"Rachel don't be a damn prude okay? But what I meant was maybe she's just curious about what it's about. I'm not into guys, but I watch some different types of porn just to check it out. Maybe she just wanted to see what two women do with each other."

"Guess she liked what she saw, because she was so into it I walked right up next to her and that's when I saw what really disturbed me."

"What, was she using one of your toys?" I laughed.

"This isn't funny Karen." Rachel snapped as she reached into the pocket of her blazer. "Needless to say you can't tell Mandy I told you about this or showed you these."

Rachel pulled out something blue and her face turning red, she placed it on the table between us. My eyes widened at the sight of a balled up blue thong and Rachel continued,

"She was masturbating with that, rubbing it between her legs."

"Well," I began, again speaking so my mind wouldn't linger on what Mandy's thong would smell like. "That's not..."

"It's not hers." Rachel told me. "It belongs to..."

"Kelly." I finished for her and could feel a warm sensation building between my legs.

"Yes." Rachel nodded, "How did you..."

"They spend every waking minute together." I pointed out, "Not to mention both of them are attractive, get plenty of attention from the guys at school, but haven't gone out with any of them."

"I...never even noticed that. I was figuring either she was still hurt over Rob or maybe just too busy."

"You only notice what you want to." I said, "So...um, how long have the two of them been..."

"They haven't. Once I stopped freaking out and was able to have a reasonable conversation with her she told me there's nothing going on between them, but...."

"She wants there to be."

"She's not sure." Rachel paused then slumping back in her chair shook her head, "Look Karen, you know how I feel about that lifestyle, but I did my best to stay calm and get her to talk to me and what I could get is she's curious. According to her she was thinking about girls before Rob and went with him because she figured she was supposed to."

"Wonder where she got that idea." I said sarcastically.

"From normal society." Rachel quipped, "From the age old idea that women like men and men like women not...."

"Let's not get into this." I told her, "If Mandy is curious you can't tell her she can't and make her feel like a freak, those days are over Rachel."

"I...I would never make her feel that way. But thing is she even says she's confused and not sure, which means she may not be. Right?"

"Right." I agreed. "I know women who have tried and decided they didn't like it and went back so to speak."

"So you see my point?"

"No." I shrugged, "Rachel if she's that curious and even has a girl in mind, the only thing that is going to make her mind up is trying it."

"It shouldn't be an option." She rolled her eyes at me. "You're straight or you're not. Shit what if she likes both?"

"Then she does. Her sexual preference does not make her a better or worse person Rachel and the worst thing you can do is make her feel like you won't be behind her if she decides to..."

"I know, but it's not that easy. Anyway I discovered she's been watching this type of porn for a long time. Her lap top is full of downloaded videos and she has a dozen sites bookmarked. She also has Kelly pretty much book marked and admitted she uses this," she pointed at the thong "All the time."

"So has she talked to Kelly?"

"She said no, she's not sure if Kelly is interested and doesn't want to look stupid."

"That's tough, you guess wrong you set yourself up for a lot of shit." I sighed, "Kids are cruel. Has she with anyone?"

"She said no, says she's still not sure and she started tearing up saying she's really confused. I don't know what to do."

"Tell her you love her no matter what."

"I...did, but Karen, I just don't want her to think she has to be one of them, just because...."

"One of them?" I waved my hand disgustedly at her, "Rachel do you hear yourself? What are we lepers? Get your own mother's shit out of your head and get with the times. It's far more acceptable now and..."

"That's the thing." She said quietly.

"Karen, I'll love her no matter what, but these days there are girls going down on each other for sorority initiations; making out on dance floors to get their boyfriends going. It's not even about sexual preference, but about being cool. That's what I mean about an option. If she is she is, but I want her to be that way because she wants to and not because society is making it trendy to be bi-sexual, do you know what I mean?"

"I do actually." I agreed. "That lipstick lesbian shit ticks me off. You're right, it's not a game. But she seems like she has more than a passing interest and from experience I can tell you that she may have to experiment to get it out of her system."

"She says she's afraid to try."

"Of course she is. Most young girls, and I was one of them, don't pursue their desire, but end up in a situation where they're seduced into it by a girl who has before. I doubt Kelly has and if she feels the same the two are just going to go home and think about each other every night. I remember the girl who seduced me saying the same happened to her and it was an older woman who said she was bringing her into the sisterhood."

"Funny you say that. One of the sites she has marked is a first time site and all the movies are about older women seducing girls like Mandy."

I felt the heat between my legs growing and couldn't help but picture that scenario; seducing Mandy, introducing her to what she so badly wanted to experience, being her first. Even with her mother sitting across from me my eyes lingered on that thong and it took everything I had in me not to pick it up and sniff it.

Then again why sniff a pair of panties when I could sample the real thing? Mandy was eager to learn and damned if I wouldn't be the perfect teacher! Not only was I experienced, but we were close and she would be at ease with me. It wouldn't just be sex, there would be a level of affection and...

"So what should I do?" Rachel asked.

I pulled my eyes from the thong and looked at her as my fantasy played out in my mind. My pussy was so worked up I was beginning to rub my thighs together and I had to cross my arms to cover up my hard nipples which were threatening to poke through the white t-shirt I was wearing. 

"How did you leave it?"

"That we would talk about it again when we were both less flustered. I was upset about the entire thing and she was humiliated and I figured we needed some time to think on it. This is the weekend I have to go to Maryland for the annual conference so I told her that on Monday we would...."

"Wait," I said softly, trying to contain my excitement, "It's this weekend you're going away?"

"Yes, I fly out tomorrow after work and I'll be back Monday morning. I have that day off so I figure I'll take her to lunch and..."

"Where will Mandy be, home alone?"

"Well she was supposed to sleep over Kelly's house. Now I'm afraid to let her, but if I tell her she can't, it will look like,.,,"

"The truth, that you're afraid to let her. I doubt you should be worried, she hasn't crossed the line with Kelly and most likely won't unless Kelly starts it off, and I think she's in the same boat. But..."

"But what?"

I took a deep breath and held it for a moment wondering if I really wanted to put myself in a situation that would only end one way; with me in Mandy's bed, laying between those firm young thighs and...

"Rachel," I began, "Remember when Mandy was younger and you and Steve would go away for the weekends and I would sleep over and we would have our girl time together?"

"Yeah." She frowned, "Part of me thought about calling Steve. I wonder if he should know if she's..."

"That asshole didn't even call at Christmas or her last birthday, Rachel, you don't owe that asshole anything, but a date in court for the child support he stiffed you."

"You're right." She nodded. "So go on."

"Why don't you tell Mandy that I thought it would be fun if I came over and spent the weekend with her? It's been a long time since her and her aunty Karen spent time together."

Even as I said the words, I was torn. The first and I suppose correct, emotion was guilt; manipulating my best friend so I could have a chance to introduce her daughter to the finer points of the softer sex. But my lust to experience such a lovely young flower far exceeded any moral obligation I had to Rachel. 

"So you want to talk to her?"

"Who better?" I spread my arms out, "I was her fifteen years ago and..."

"More like over twenty." Rachel smirked.

"Just remember you're a year older than me," I quipped, but went on. "Seriously Rachel, I was right where she was. I was fantasizing about women even as I was sleeping with a guy. I wanted to try, but was afraid of being rejected and then getting made fun of, I've been there."

"True but..."

"But what?"

"You're a little biased Karen. I doubt you will be able to hold back on your own preferences."

Oh, you have no idea, I thought, but to her said, "Nor can you, Rachel. So you'll lean one way, I'll lean a bit the other and she can think about what we both say."

"Okay," she told me, then pointing at me added, "But only if you promise to leave both options open and not turn it into 'hey, welcome to the club'"

Laughing loudly, I slapped the table, "Oh that was another good one. But yes, I promise to let her make up her own mind. But I am going to tell her she has nothing to be ashamed about with her feelings because that's important."

"Fair enough." Rachel smiled, "I think you're right. My other option is a therapist and that..."

"Sends the wrong message, big time." I told her, "We'll handle it. So I'll head over tomorrow night after she comes home from work okay?"

"Fine," Rachel stood and as I followed suit, she came around the table and hugged me, "Thank you for listening to me and for offering to help, I appreciate it." 

"Anytime." I told her, as I returned the hug, feeling like a bitch. 

"I think Mandy appreciates all you do for her as well."

"I hope so." I answered, thinking that I was pretty sure Mandy would have an all new appreciation for me after tomorrow night.

Rachel stepped away from me and turning said, "Well I'm going to head back over and see if Chinese is still an option."

I looked down and seeing the thong on the table, wanted nothing more than to keep it, but not wanting Rachel to think about it at some point, called out, "Hey, you forgot something."

Rachel looked over her shoulder and seeing me pointing at the table grunted, "Know what? Do me a favor and throw that damned thing out. I only took it because I didn't want her using it again." She frowned, "Never mind I will, that's kind of gross."

"No, no worries." I said hoping she didn't notice how quickly I spoke up. "I'll get rid of it, I don't think you need to deal with anymore either."

"True. I'll call you tomorrow okay?"

"Sure, good night Rachel, and don't worry this will work out."

"I hope so." Rachel replied as she reached the kitchen door.

I watched her leave and once she had made it past the window I grabbed the thong and bringing it to my face inhaled deeply.

"Oh, God damn." I purred at the heavenly scent of Mandy's sweet young pussy. 

Turning I walked into the living room and throwing myself, into the recliner, draped my legs over the arms of it. Reaching between my legs, I pulled the baggy shorts I was wearing to the side and quickly found my swollen clit. 

As I rubbed my throbbing button I brought the thong back to my face and held it under my nose, already anticipating getting a firsthand taste of where that scent had come from. Taking another deep breath and pumping my hips into my fingers, I purred, "That's right, Mandy, welcome to the club."

*****

I looked up at the clock on the mantel and seeing it was now nine o clock rolled my eyes, It was obvious Mandy wasn't coming downstairs and if I were going to make my move I would have to go up to her room. I had come over before she had gotten out of work and had been waiting for her on the couch. 

When she came in, looking scrumptious in the little black skirt and white blouse she wore for her waitressing job, I asked if she wanted to change and go grab some dinner. Looking and sounding subdued, Mandy had said she ate at work and wasn't up for going out. 




Her Best Friend's Daughter



I told her that was fine and that I'd gone out and rented a few movies so after she showered come on down and we'd have a movie night like we used to. Mandy nodded, but after she showered I heard her go into her bedroom and after waiting a few minutes I texted her and asked when she was coming down. 

Her reply was that she was tired and wanted to lay down for awhile. At which point I'd gone into Rachel's room where I slept when I stayed over and changed into a pair of tight fitting black boy shorts with lace trim and a matching black camisole that barely went down past my breasts, leaving my stomach bare. 

I put a short black robe on over it and my plan was to have the lights off, get her close to me on the couch and after bringing up the topic of her curiosity make my move. But that was over an hour ago and I had a hard time believing that a nineteen year old girl was asleep at nine on a Friday night. It was obvious she knew why I was here, or why her mother thought I was here anyway, and avoiding me. At this point I figured it was going to come down to me going up into her room.

Technically that played right into my hands, already having her in her room, maybe even her bed, but for as bad as I wanted her, my nerves were starting to kick in. If this back fired on me there would be hell to pay. Not only would Mandy think I was some kind of pervert, but I would lose my best friend over it. 

That certainly wasn't worth what would most likely be a onetime thing. That was the other issue, even if Mandy went along with me, there was no way in hell there was going to be a relationship. This was going to be a fun, hot icebreaker. Mandy's introduction into the world of Sapphic pleasure and a fun, albeit very dirty, little secret.

But now that I knew she was fantasizing about women, the way she looked at me today and a few of her own remarks had me fairly sure she would be more than happy to go along with me. She was burning up for Kelly and the only way she was going to get her was to be confident enough to do so was to know that not only was it okay, but know how to go about it. 

That was where I came in, her good friend Karen, a selfless giver who would be more than willing to take one for the team and help poor little Mandy out with her frustration.

Rolling my eyes at my hesitation, I picked up the phone and this time called her. Mandy answered on the second ring and sounded wide awake.

"Hi Karen."

"Hey, honey, you coming down?"

"I don't think so. It's been a long day and...."

"You know Mandy, you're being kind of rude. I came over to spend time with you and you're in your room ignoring me."

"No, you came over because Mom doesn't trust me over at Kelly's. I know she told you what happened and you're here to watch me for her. You haven't come over in a long time, so don't act like you're here cause you want to be." 

I was taken aback, but before I could respond she sighed into my ear, "I...I'm sorry Karen, that was rude. I...I'm just kind of..."

"Upset and embarrassed and confused." I said, "Honey, why don't I come upstairs and we can talk?"

"I...really would rather...."

"I'll be up in a minute." I said and hung up without giving her a chance to respond.

I also didn't give myself another chance to hedge and getting up, quickly headed for the stairs. When I reached the top and approached the door to Mandy's room, I paused. I wanted to have her thinking about me right off the bat and on that note, untied the robe and tossed it on the floor. I removed the clip from my hair and shook it out enjoying the way it felt falling across my back and shoulders and hoping Mandy would enjoy that feeling as well.

Taking a deep breath I knocked then entered her room. Mandy was in bed sitting propped up on the pillows. It was warm in the room and she was on top of the sheets wearing a white tank top, that like mine left a good portion of her stomach visible and a pair of purple cotton panties. 

My nipples immediately stiffened and I knew it would be obvious in the camisole, but no longer cared. Mandy's head turned as soon as I came in and I watched her eyes closely and was rewarded by seeing them widen as she looked me up and down. Her dark eyes lingered on my legs before quickly looking away, but not before I saw her start to blush.

"Wow, its warm in here." I said as I walked past her bed, "Why isn't the air on?"

"It's too big for the room and I was chilly so I turned it off for awhile." She shrugged, "Besides I like the heat sometimes."

"Oh, mind if I turn it back on for awhile?"

"You can if you want."

Truth be told I would have been fine with the heat. There was nothing wrong with some sweat, but turning the air on gave me a reason to walk past her and better yet, to bend over and pretend to look for the power switch. I bent over further than I needed to and lingered as long as I dared. Turning my head to the left where Mandy's bureau was, I could see her in the mirror and was thrilled to see her staring directly at my ass. I smiled as I turned the air on; this was going to work out just fine.

Turning around I walked slowly over to the bed and noticed she now seemed to be making an effort not to look at me which in a way was even better.

"Guess you're warm huh?" she asked, "Or do you always walk around in your underwear?"

"You're only in yours." I pointed out as I sat on the side of the bed next to her.

"But I'm in my bed."

Swinging my legs up on the bed, I slid up next to her and laughed; "Well now I am too!"

Mandy gave me a nervous laugh and stretching my long leg out along hers, I said, "Hey I like that color polish!"

I emphasized my remark by placing my foot over hers and curling my toes over the purple tips of hers. I let my foot rest there, moving it back and forth, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin. Mandy quickly moved her foot away and when I looked at her, gave me an awkward smile, "Sorry, that tickles."

"No problem."

"Um, if you like the polish you can borrow it."

"Thanks, I think I will, it's a sexy color." I touched the side of her panties, "Matches these."

"They're plain." She shrugged, "Nothing sexy about them."

"Of course there is, you're in them." I told her with a wink.

Mandy gave another strained laugh, "Wow, you should write pick up lines for guys. They come up with the dumbest shit sometimes."

"Sometimes a compliment isn't just a line." 

"Oh, well, uh thanks I guess."

I didn't respond and sat there waiting to see if she would bring anything up. Mandy remained silent, her arms crossed over her stomach and looking down at her feet. Or was she looking at my legs? It was hard to tell, but as I gave her some time I let my own gaze wander across those delightful little breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and the thin shirt was teasing me with just the slightest hint of a shadow around her nipples. 

"I know what you're here to talk about, Karen." She sighed, "You don't have to pretend, I saw my mom head over your house after she caught me."

"I'm not here to pretend honey," I said, "You're not a little girl and I'm not going to treat you like one." I laughed, "I think the topic of conversation proves you're not a kid anymore."

"I...this is so embarrassing."

"Don't be." Sliding my arm around her shoulders, I pulled her closer to me. "Mandy, what you were doing is natural, not only did we all do it, we still do. And don't let her fool you; your mother does it too."

"But not to women."

"I do." I laughed, "Want to compare favorites?"

"It's not funny," she pushed her lip into that precious pout and it was everything I could do not to just kiss her right then and there.

"Lighten up," I gave her soft arm a squeeze. "You're not in trouble Mandy, you're mom..."

"Is scared that I'm a lesbian and that I'm going to date girls and...she's probably going to send me to some shrink and..." she put her head down, "Not love me anymore."

"Oh, honey," I kissed her cheek and for a moment forgot about seducing her. "Your mom will always love you and the reason I'm here is because she doesn't want you to talk to a stranger, but someone who understands."

"Really?" she turned those beautiful eyes on me, "I figured she would be afraid you would just tell me it's okay."

"It is okay." I told her, "Providing it's what you want." I paused before asking, "Mandy is that what you want? Do you want to be with women?"

"I...I think so, but I'm not sure."

"Okay, just between you and I, have you been with one?"

"No," she shook her head, "I haven't even kissed one. But...I'd really like to."

"One in particular I'll bet." I winked.

Mandy blushed, but answered, "Kelly's really pretty and I...I've been thinking about her a lot and sometimes I think she's thinking it too."

"Have you asked her?"

"No!" She exclaimed, "What if she's not? Then I look like an idiot! I..." she shook her head, "Never mind, you won't get it."

"Of course I do! Didn't I just mention earlier today I was with men when I was, well about your age actually?"

"Yeah, that's right." Turning slightly to face me, she asked, "What happened?"

"I know that every teenage girl thinks their drama is new drama, but Mandy your story is pretty common. If you think your mom is strict, mine was damn near Amish. I remember she stopped being friends with a woman when she found out she was bi-sexual."

'Wow, so what happened when..."

"We don't speak." I said quickly, "So no moping about your mom's worries because she will always love you, she's proving that by letting me talk to you even though I'm sure she knows which side of this situation I'll take."

"Sorry." She said softly, "That must suck."

"It does, but all the more reason I'm thrilled to help you. But anyway I considered myself a pretty girl and..."

"You still are." She said, giving me a shy little smile.

"Thank you, now who should be selling lines to the boys?"

Mandy laughed, this time a real one and I continued, "So I got plenty of attention, but even back in high school I wasn't sure I was interested."

"So why did you?"

"Because I thought it was what I was supposed to do and even though there were girls into girls it wasn't as common as now and they kept it to themselves. All my friends were dating and bragging about how good sex felt so I started going out with a guy and after a few months had sex with him. It was okay, but I didn't know what the hell they were raving about. We dated a while longer, but he dumped me because I wasn't into sex, honestly I could take or leave it."

"That's how I was with Rob, I think he tried to be good to me, but I just never felt right. I..." she blushed.

"What is it?" I prodded, "You can tell me anything."

"The last few times he....you know." She looked away, "Was down there, I was thinking about Kelly."

"Well I didn't have a girl in particular to think about, but I had found a magazine with two girls in it and I got off to it all the time. I dated three or four guys then in college I had a roommate that I guess became my Kelly. God she was beautiful and she seemed to always be flirting with me, but I was like you and afraid to say anything. Then one night we were watching movies and in her bed and...well...." I shrugged, "She'd been with a few girls and knew what she was doing and had no problem making a move and I was more than happy to let her. I've only been with women since."

"So you never, you know, did it on your own?"

"Well sure, after I broke the ice I had no problem making the first..."

"But then you didn't. You were afraid to."

"Yes." I nodded feeling my excitement building as this started to steer in the direction I wanted it too. "Mandy I'm pretty sure you're going to prefer women. I think you know it too. And Kelly would be a good choice because you guys..."

"But she never has either and I'm not even positive she wants too."

"Well, like I said," I began, hoping to lead her further down my path. "It's a lot more open now, I bet you know other girls who have experience and maybe if you showed a little interest in them they would..."

I trailed off when Mandy frowned and said, "No, I...I want it to be nice."

"I'm sure they'd be nice to you Mandy, you're a sweet..."

"I know it sounds corny, but I want it to be special I want it to be somewhere where I'm comfortable and with someone who means something to me." 

I didn't answer right away. Instead I savored Mandy's perfect answer and leaning into her started trailing my fingers lightly up and down her arm.

"Well it sounds like Kelly would be your best choice. I mean, assuming she's special to you."

Mandy looked down at my long red nails sliding along her arm, but didn't try to move. 

"Well, I don't think I'm like in love with her, but we're good friends and care about each other and I know her so well I figure it would be comfortable..."

"So go ahead and try." I said, even though right now I wanted her to do anything but. 

"What if she's not into me?"

"You might have to take that chance." I rested my hand on her forearm and lightly ran one finger across her stomach, just below the edge of her shirt. "I don't think that if she wasn't she would say anything to anyone else, things might just be weird." 

I turned onto my side so that my breasts were now pressing against her arm and working my way down her arm pulled it from beneath her other arm and placed my hand over hers. Mandy looked down at my chest and when she looked up our faces were only inches apart. I resisted licking my lips at the sight of hers being so close to them and asked softly, "Is that the only reason? You just afraid she won't want too?"

Mandy swallowed and I could feel her hand trembling beneath mine. 

'I..." she whispered, "I don't know what to do. I wouldn't even know where to start."

"You've watched plenty of videos." I pointed out, flattening my hand so my palm was pressing against her soft stomach. "Just do what they do in your favorite ones."

Mandy looked down at my hand and I could feel hers trembling beneath mine. But she made no attempt to move and her small breasts rose and fell delightfully as she began to breathe heavier. At this point my own breathing was picking up and my heart was racing. Mandy seemed nervous, but not necessarily uncomfortable and I forced myself to patiently await her response to my leading question.

"Watching and doing are different." She gave me that shy smile that again forced me to hold back from tasting those sweet lips. "And my favorites wouldn't help much, I like the ones where an older woman shows a young girl how to..."

She trailed off and for the first time since I'd come in, her big brown eyes focused on mine. I felt her tense up next to me and as I calmly returned her stare she said softly, "Karen I..."

"You know," I interrupted, lifting her hand to my face, "That's funny because those are my favorites a well." I gently kissed the back of her hand and she gasped,

"You...Karen are you...."

"Mandy are you comfortable?" I squeezed her hand as I lowered it back to her stomach. "I would think you would be in your own bed."

"Yes." She said her voice barely audible as her eyes grew even bigger.

"And are you comfortable with me?"

Realizing this was it, I held my breath as she paused, then not only did I let my breath go, but a warm wet feeling was released between my legs when she answered, "I'm always comfortable around you."

Smiling, I let her hand go and leaning back ran it through her hair. "And you know I care about you don't you?"

"I..." she caught her breath as my hand slid up her stomach and beneath her tank top. I forced myself to stop just before I reached her breasts. "I care about you too."

"So then what could nicer than your first time being in your bed, with a woman who not only knows what she's doing, but would love to be good to you?"

"That...sounds nice." She breathed as I moved my hand just enough for the edge of it to touch the bottom of her left breast.

Leaning over, I brushed her hair away from her neck and placing my lips close to her ear, asked, "Mandy, honey, would you like me to kiss you?"

Mandy hesitated and as she looked away, I thought that would be the end, her next words would be something about her mother or that it wouldn't be right. But to my delight, her eyes turned back to me and she whispered, "Yes, please."

Sliding my hand through her hair, I cupped the back of her head, and gently easing her towards me, lowered my face to hers. Mandy released a nervous giggle that caused the moisture to between my legs to grow, and closing her eyes, parted those sweet lips. I paused just long enough to savor the sweet innocence of that pose, then placing my lips to hers began the process of stripping her of that innocence.

Mandy released a tiny whimper when my lips pressed against hers and I was aware of a sound of pleasure emanating from mine as well. Her full lips were even softer than they appeared and exerting what was close to being my last bit of control I lightly teased my lips across them, resisting the desire to kiss her much harder. My holding back paid off immediately as Mandy came to me, pressing her lips more firmly against me. 

"Hmm-mm" I encouraged as I parted my lips to capture hers.

I worked my mouth side to side, still going slowly and teasingly sliding them from hers each time she tried to hold them to hers. As our kiss deepened my hand edged up further and I began caressing her soft skin. The edge of my hand rubbed along the bottom of her breasts and she moaned softly in her throat. 

I stopped moving my lips and growing bolder, Mandy began kissing me harder. I opened my mouth wider and driving my tongue into her mouth moaned at the sound of her startled squeal. 

Mandy didn't pull back however, and I purred as I felt her soft wet tongue begin to slide across mine. I sighed as our tongues slowly danced across each other and after a moment eased my mouth from hers. 

"Wow," she said, breathing hard, "That was...oh."

Mandy moaned when burying my face in her hair, my lips found the soft creamy skin of her neck and began to suck gently on it. She let her head fall back, giving me better access to her smooth skin and moving my hand higher, I gently cupped her small breast. I felt her tense up and placing my lips to her ear, I asked, "Can I see them?"

Mandy's answer was another of those precious whimpers as I had quickly gone back to kissing her neck as I gently fondled her small firm breast.

"I...I...guess." She said quietly.

I sat up and looking down at her, smiled, "How about I show you first?" 

Without waiting for an answer, I removed my hand from beneath her shirt and grabbing the bottom of my camisole began pulling it up. Mandy's eyes were wide and focused on my chest and my pussy throbbed at the look of anticipation on her face. My gaze dropped to see her now erect nipples poking through her shirt and my heart raced at the thought she would soon be topless. I teasingly lifted the top just high enough to expose the curve of my breasts and asked, "You want to see them?"

"Oh, yes." Mandy nodded, sending another thrill through me.

"But you already did, earlier today, remember?"

"From a distance." She said, her eyes fixed on my hands. "And...I thought about them all night at work." She pushed her lips into that little girl pout, "Karen, please don't tease me."

Oh, how hot was that? I quickly stripped my top off and tossing it to the side, saw Mandy's pink tongue slide across her lips at the sight of my large breasts and hard, rose colored nipples.

"Oh my god, they're....wow." she shook her head, "They're beautiful."

She lifted her hand from her lap then began to lower it. I took her wrists in my hands and brought her to my yearning tits.

"Go ahead honey," I told her as I placed her palms over my nipples. "Play with them, they're all yours."




Her Best Friend's Daughter



"They feel so...good!" she exclaimed as she began to squeeze them.

I moaned and sliding my hands under hers started rolling my nipples between my fingers. "Like this." I told her.

Mandy nodded and capturing my swollen buds between her fingers and thumbs started rubbing them. 

"Oh, that's nice." I cooed, then pulling her left hand up to my lips said, "Let's make it even better."

I took the tips of her fingers into my mouth and started sucking on them. Mandy moaned deep in her throat as my tongue swirled around them and another wave of heat flowed between my thighs when I saw her starting to squirm on the bed. She was rubbing her thighs together and I could just imagine how wet those panties were getting. I placed her now wet fingers back on my nipple and laughed when with no prodding, she brought her other fingers to my lips.

"Oh, you are an eager little thing aren't you?"

"Sorry!" she blushed.

"Oh, no, honey, don't be sorry." I whispered as I teased the tip of my tongue across her finger tips. "That's why I'm here, for you to have anything you want!"

I quickly sucked her fingers into my mouth and after releasing them, groaned when she immediately brought them back into play. As Mandy continued to fondle my tits, I took her face in my hands and drew her into another long deep kiss. I was beginning to rock my hips, grinding my dripping pussy into the bed as Mandy eagerly accepted my tongue as her fingers remained busy. I placed my hands on her sides and sliding them up, grabbed the edges of her tank top. I tugged on it and removing my lips from hers, said, "Your turn, let me see those pretty tits of yours."

Mandy removed her hands from my tits and with a shy smile lifted her arms over her head. I paused briefly, savoring the moment and then pulled her top off and found myself staring at a pair of small, but beautifully shaped perky breasts with the most delicious little pink nipples I'd ever seen. Placing my hands under them, I cupped them and gave them a gentle squeeze amazed at how firm they were, ah the advantages of youth!

"You...do you like them?"

"Oh, honey, they're perfect," I whispered and using my thumbs began caressing he swollen nipples.

"Ohh, that feels sooo good!" she cooed, her eyes closing and her breasts heaving in my hands as her breathing grew heavier.

"Yes, they do." I told her, then released a sound of pleasure as her hands quickly found my nipples as I played with hers, "Hold them, for me." 

Mandy placed her hands beneath my heavy tits and as she lifted them, I leaned forward, pressing my hard nipples against hers. I began to move side to side and we both sighed as our swollen nubs rubbed across each other. Mandy caught me by surprise by leaning over, her eyes closed and her lips seeking mine.

I gladly accepted her eager kiss and was surprised again as her tongue pushed into my mouth. She was pushing her tits harder into mine and releasing one of hers I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and placed my hand behind her head.

Leaning back, I put my hand under hers and lifting m right breast higher, pushed on the back of her head, "Suck on it," I said softly, "Just like you've thought about doing."

Mandy didn't need any further coaxing. Bringing her head down, she began flicking her soft wet tongue around my nipple.

"Yes!" I exclaimed, arching my back and shoving my tit into her face, "Just like that, now take it into your mouth for me!"

Mandy obeyed and my hand tightened in her long hair as she gently sucked my aching flesh into her hot little mouth. Mandy whimpered around my nipple, but began to suck harder and sliding my hand from her tit, I placed it on her soft stomach. 

"The other one is jealous." I laughed, turning to the side and offering her my other nipple.

Mandy giggled and quickly took it between her lips. Her hand found my other nipple and I began to grind my hips harder into the bed, my pussy heating up as she began to take initiative and enjoy my body. I trailed my hand down her stomach and I felt her tense again as I teasingly trailed my nails along the top of her panties. I worked my fingers back and forth enjoying her nervousness as well as the attention of her sweet tongue and inexperienced, but eager fingers.

Then having teased myself enough, I slipped my hand into her panties and rested it on her pubic mound. My finger tips were right at the cleft of her pussy and I could feel the heat from between her legs.

"Oh," she moaned around my nipple, "I..."

Mandy's words were cut off by a gasp as I eased my fingers down and slid them through the soft, smooth, and incredibly wet lips of her pussy. I lingered there for a moment, then working them back up, found and rubbed her hard clit.

"Oh, fuck!" Mandy cried out, "I...I can't believe we're doing this!"

"Feeling's believing," I said softly as my fingers took another quick trip through her soft pussy. 

I again paused at her clit, rubbing my fingers in a circle around it. Mandy moaned and her hips jerked, pushing her pussy into my touch. She was no longer sucking my nipple and I could feel her hot breath on it as she gasped while my fingers teased her sweet little button. Cupping her chin in my hand, I brought her face up and as my fingers lightly caressed her pussy, I kissed her. Mandy whimpered into my mouth as her hips pumped into my hand.

Taking her clit between my fingers, I squeezed it gently and breaking our kiss she whined, "Oh, Karen, please make me cum!"

Those words were amongst the hottest things I'd ever heard and placing my hand between her small breasts, I gave her a playful shove, "Lay back honey and let me give you what you need."

Mandy fell back onto the pillows and keeping my hand between her legs; I leaned over her and all but devoured her perfect little tit. Mandy cried out as I sucked not only her nipple, but half of her breast into my mouth. I sucked hard on it, before releasing her soft flesh and tonguing her swollen pink nipple.

"Oh, yes!" she purred, her arm going around me and her small hand caressing my back, "Suck on it!"

"Listen to you," I laughed, "Naughty little thing aren't you?"

"I want it sooo bad!" she whimpered as I began swirling my tongue faster around her hard flesh.

I switched over to tonguing her other equally pretty titty, and as I did worked my fingers down and eased one inside of her. Mandy let out a low moan and I did as well. Goddamn did my sweet neighbor have one hell of hot, tight, little box. I sucked on her nipple as my finger slowly pumped in and out of her. Mandy squeezed my shoulder while closing her legs, trapping my hand between her trembling thighs. She whimpered again and started squirming, rubbing her legs up and down. 

Her reaction caused my hips to move as well, my pussy yearning for her young touch. But I was the one who needed to show some patience tonight. Even still, I could certainly get some pleasure while giving my young student some. Removing her precious nipple from my mouth, I whispered, "Let's take these panties off, they're in the way, no?"

"You...you'll put your hand back there, won't you?" She asked, her large eyes staring into mine.

"Of course I will!" I told her, "And," I playfully wagged my tongue at her. "Maybe something else!"

"Really?" she gasped, "You'll really suck on my...." She blushed furiously, before adding, "Pussy?"

"Honey, I can't wait to taste you! But I can't until...."

I stopped speaking and laughed when moving quickly; Mandy drew her legs up, lifted her hips and started to tug her panties down.

"Let me." I said. 

Backing down the bed, I slid over in front of her raised legs and grabbing the sides of her underwear, began easing them up her legs. I licked my lips at the way the crotch of her panties had to be peeled from her sopping slit. I worked them up her legs, my eyes focused between her thighs and I was not disappointed by what I saw. Mandy's smooth pink pussy, was glistening as it winked out at me from between her firm thighs. 

I could feel my own hands beginning to tremble as I slid the panties past her knees. Mandy bent them for me and after sliding the underwear past her feet, I couldn't help placing them to my face and taking a deep breath.

"Now who's naughty?" Many giggled.

"Me," I smiled and then made a show of licking the sopping crotch of the panties.

A shudder went through me at the taste of her sweet juice and dropping the panties, I grabbed her ankles. I paused to flick my tongue playfully across the purple tips of her toes, getting another giggle from her, then spread her legs open and eased them down to the bed. My eyes were still locked onto her sweet snatch and the fact she was less than half my age, sent another thrill through me. I'd always pretty much been with women my age and having this inexperienced young thing naked in front of me made me pretty sure I was going to expand my preferred age group!

"Do you like her?" 

"Like her? Honey, I am going to love her!" 

"Take yours off?" she asked, with a smile that was now as mischievous as it was shy.

"Whatever you want." 

I eased myself off the bed and turning around grabbed the sides of my shorts and made a show of shimmying them down my thighs. When my ass was exposed, I bent over and shook my hips back and forth as I pushed them down past my knees. I looked back over my shoulder to see Mandy staring between my thighs and her big brown eyes were now far from innocent. There was a look of lust in them as she took in my own smooth wet pussy that sent a shiver through me.

Feeling playful, I stood up and taking my hair in my hands, lifted it over my head and gave her a sexy shake, before turning around and doing it again, shook my tits at her. 

"Do you like?" 

"Karen, you're...." she paused then whispered, "So hot!"

I laughed and putting my hands on the bed looked her in the eye, "And you, Mandy, are one pretty little kitty, now how about I make you purr?"

"I...wow."

Mandy stopped, when placing my knees up on the bed I began to slowly crawl up the length of her slender nude body. I kept my chest low so my hard nipples would rub along her leg and my ass would be pointed in the air. At this point her eyes were glazed over with desire and her tongue made its way across her soft lips. Her legs were spread and swinging my left over hers, I straddled it and moaned at the feeling of my hot wet pussy sliding along her soft leg.

Mandy's chest was heaving, causing her small breasts to jiggle invitingly and taking them up on it; I stopped moving and took her left nipple into my mouth. Mandy's hands wrapped around me and to my delight she pulled me down further into her chest. She also started moving her leg back and forth between mine and my own breathing picked up as her smooth skin rubbed against my aching clit.

I moved up higher, and lowering my head again, shook it back and forth, causing my hair to tease across her sensitive nipples. Mandy moaned loudly and her leg moved faster against my hot flesh as her entire body started wiggling beneath me. Her need to cum was like nothing I'd ever seen and I was enjoying it as much as I could without cruelly teasing her. Leaning over further I kept moving side to side, but now it was my hard nipples passing over her lips. 

I gasped when she flicked her tongue out, catching them as they passed and I was unable to hold back a soft whimper of my own. I stopped moving, allowing her to capture my right nipple and suck it into her warm wet mouth. Even as she sucked on it, Mandy's hands found my shoulders and pushed against them.

"You trying to tell me something?" I smiled down at her.

"Please..." she begged, "Please lick my pussy! I need it!"

"Hmm," I love that." I told her, "Tell you what, keep moving your leg back and forth like that and I will."

"That feel good?" 

"Really good." I wasn't lying as my hips were moving of their own accord, grinding my clit against her thigh.

"Good." She smiled, "I...I want to make you feel good too!"

"Oh, you will." I told her.

Even as I spoke I was working my way back down and after stopping to briefly tongue each nipple, I placed my tongue hard against her stomach and trailed it down as I made my way towards her yearning pussy. I moaned as I slid along her leg and stayed with my legs curled beneath me so her knee was now against my pussy as I was now confronted with hers. I placed my hands on her soft thighs enjoying the way they were trembling and licked my lips at the sight of my best friend's daughters pink little slit oozing inches from my face.

I suppose I should feel some remorse for doing this, but as I inhaled and rolled my eyes back at the intoxicating scent of Mandy's pussy the only thing I felt was pure lust. Sliding my hands inward, I slipped my fingers between her soft lips and spreading them open blew lightly on her clit. Mandy moaned and her hips lifted, straining to push her pussy into my face. I turned my head and after teasingly tonguing her thigh could no longer hold back. 

Spreading her wider I lowered my tongue and plunged it directly inside of her hot little box.

"Oh, Karen!"

Mandy cried out as my tongue sank deep into her hot flesh and started swirling around inside her. I sucked hard and was rewarded with a mouthful of her delicious juice. Mandy was moaning and squirming and I moaned into her pussy as her knee was pushing against my swollen clit. I started rocking back and forth causing not only my rigid tongue to slide in and out of her pussy, but my pussy to rub harder along her leg.

I could feel my legs starting to tremble with the need to cum and had no doubt I was going to be making a hot wet mess on Mandy's innocent knee within minutes. Speaking of hot wet messes, I definitely wanted one in my face and ceasing my fucking of her hole with my tongue, I removed it and began working up through the soft wet folds of my young lover's pussy. Mandy released a long groan and placing her hands in my hair began playing with it. 

Spurred on by her touch, I found her clit and after tracing a slow circle around it, took it between my lips.

"Oh my god!" Mandy moaned as I began sucking gently on it.

Her hands tightened in my hair and her hips started rocking faster as keeping her clit I my mouth I swirled my tongue around it. I released her pussy, keeping her lips spread by having my face buried in it. Sliding one hand up her soft stomach, I captured her right nipple between my fingers and as I began toying with it, slipped two fingers of my other hand into her incredibly tight pussy.

"Easy." She groaned as I worked them in all the way to my knuckles, "Oh, please go easy!"

I left my fingers still, letting her pussy stretch around them as I started expertly flicking my tongue across her sweet clit. Mandy started moving her hips again and my fingers remained unmoving as I let her work them in and out with her movements. Mandy was breathing hard and looking up I saw her face was flushed red and she was sweating despite the air conditioning. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted.

At that moment it dawned on me how truly precious she was and the sound of her now continuous moans coming from between those perfect lips began to push me over the edge. I started rubbing my clit faster into her leg and my tongue followed suit, swirling in hard fast circles around her adorable pink button. 

Mandy's moans were getting louder and her hips were pumping hard into my fingers. Initially I had wanted to take my time, tease her and make her first orgasm from a woman one she would never forget, but now I figured we could take our time with the next one.

This of course was a bit selfish on my part as I could feel my body gathering itself as I rode her knee as hard as I could. I began moving my fingers back and forth, matching the rhythm of her hips and thrusting them deeper into her hot pussy.

"Oh, my god, oh my god," Mandy began moaning, "Karen, I...I think I'm going to...."

"Cum for me!" I paused in my licking, "Go ahead honey, don't hold back, cum nice and hard for me!"

I resumed my licking, my tongue dancing across her clit with a skill gained from years of loving practice and driving my fingers hard into her pussy, I gave her nipple a slight pinch. Mandy gasped and her hips lifted higher than before and stayed there. I could feel her thighs shaking violently against my shoulders and taking her tongue between my lips I began sucking on it hard enough to cause my lips to make wet smacking sounds.

'Oh yes!" Mandy cried out as her pussy convulsed around my fingers.

I smiled around her clit as her hips began bucking wildly and her pussy ground hard into my face. Mandy cried out again and again as her orgasm crashed through her young body and as I continued to suck on her hard button I had no doubt that this was the hardest she had ever cum and knew that from this point on it would only be doing so at the touch of a woman. 

"Yes, oh, Karen, oh yes! Don't stop!" she cried.

I continued licking and pumping my fingers as her already tight pussy clamped around my fingers and her body writhed and squirmed beneath the power of her climax. Speaking of climax's I clamped my pegs tightly around hers and leaning back to press my clit more firmly against her knee started grinding my hips in a circular motion.

Between the sound of Mandy's cries of pleasure and how worked up I was a matter of a minute before my pussy contracted and lifting my ass in the air, I released a long loud squeal into Mandy's still quivering pussy. Even though I was in full control of my orgasm, I called out to her, "Keep moving your leg honey, Make me cum for you!"

Mandy started sliding her leg back and forth and I cried out even louder into her hot flesh as my orgasm tore through me. I moved my hips as quickly as I could, sliding my wet convulsing flesh against her hard knee and squealing as she shoved her pussy harder into my still moving tongue. Mandy's back arched and after releasing a long shuddering moan her body relaxed and she slumped back onto the bed. 

She kept her leg moving however and no longer concentrating on licking her pussy I lifted my head and screamed as the surprisingly hard orgasm sent waves of pleasure through me.

I released a long breath of my own as the last of the climax flowed through me and as I lay there panting with my face resting on Mandy's hot thigh, I whispered, "Thank you for allowing me to be the first one to kiss you properly."

Mandy giggled and asked, "I...I made you cum?"

"Couldn't you tell?" I asked as I forced myself up onto my knees. "Honey, I came hard!"

"Good," she nodded, "I...I did too." She blushed, "But I wanted to make you cum, you know, like you did me."

"Oh, are you saying you want to lick my pussy?" I asked with a laugh.

"Can I?" she asked, her brown eyes wide again.

My answer was to roll over onto my back and slowly spread my legs for her. I winked and made a come here gesture with my finger. Mandy gave me another of those pussy warming giggles and sitting up, quickly rolled over on top of me. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down into a long hard kiss. I shoved my tongue in her mouth and heard her moan as she tasted herself from it. Her hand had made its way between us and was playing with my nipple, but as she had done, I pushed on her shoulder.

Mandy took the hint and with a laugh quickly slid down the bed. As I had done, not only did she pause to give my tits some attention with her sweet little tongue, but straddled my leg and I moaned at the feeling of wetness she left along my leg as she worked her way down between my thighs. She stopped propped up on her forearms and staring longingly at my pussy.

"Don't be shy," I told her, "Give your good friend Karen a kiss."

Mandy giggled and leaning forward did just that. My hips twitched as her soft lips gave me a long lingering kiss and just as she removed her lips, I felt her tongue dart out across my clit. She leaned back and licking her lips, leaned in again and this time her tongue boldly traced a circle around my swollen button as her finger started rubbing up and down between my lips. 




Her Best Friend's Daughter



I moaned softly and started sliding my foot back and forth, causing my knee to rub across her sopping wet pussy. Mandy groaned and I saw her ass begin moving back and forth as she started rocking along my leg.

Her tongue circled my clit once more before sliding down and to my surprise sliding inside me. I cried out at the feeling of her little pink tongue moving around inside my pussy and even better was the sight of that pretty little face between my thighs. She made a loud slurping sound as she imitated me and got a nicer mouthful of my sticky fluid and as she eased her tongue out, she looked up at me with those big brown eyes and smiled.

The sight of those eyes along with her cheeks glistening from my pussy caused me to start rocking my hips in anticipation of cumming in that beautiful face,

"Put your fingers inside," I told her as I slid my hands down and started rubbing her soft back, "Fuck me with them, nice and hard."

"Oh just like that!" I groaned as she immediately plunged two of her slender fingers inside me.

Damn, women my age didn't listen this well! Mandy started thrusting her fingers in and out and without being told her lips found my clit and started working softly against it. My hands left her shoulders and as she watched, I cupped my breasts and began teasing my nipples with my thumbs. Even as she stared, transfixed by the sight of me fondling myself, her pink tongue went to work sliding around my excited button.

Despite the fact I had cum only minutes ago I could feel my body starting to gear up for another one. Mandy's tongue was moving in faster circles and I began breathing heavier. Every once in a while her tongue slipped or she slowed up, or started trying to lick in the other direction. Each time she did, it moved me away from cumming, but I didn't complain. I just lay there moaning softly and enjoying the young beauty between my thighs doing the best she could to please me.

Her pussy was moving faster along my thigh and I could feel her breathing harder into my pussy. Her tongue caught a good rhythm and I started moving my hips in slow circles, matching her motion. I was getting close, when she stopped again and speaking softly, I told her, "Just suck on it honey, in and out, nice and hard, you won't hurt me okay?"

"O...okay." She nodded, then pouted, "S...sorry I'm not very good at it."

"Oh, honey," I told her, "You're making me feel soooo good! But I'm right there and we have all night to play! Just make me cum again for you!"

"All night?" her eyes widened and she smiled, "I...I was thinking all weekend."

"All..." I returned her stare then laughed, "Mandy, you better suck that clit before I roll you over and ride your face because after that I want to cum and fast!"

Mandy laughed, and once again perfectly following orders, took my clit between her soft full lips and began sucking hard and fast.

"Yes, now move your fingers.....Right there!" I told her as she began plunging her fingers hard enough into me to cause wet sucking sounds as she slid them out.

I caught my nipples between my fingers and squeezing them hard started twisting them back and forth as I pumped my hips into Mandy's slender fingers and eager mouth. I focused on Mandy's face engrossed by the sight of her between my thighs, her mouth fastened to my pussy. Better yet were her closed eyes and the small sounds of pleasure emanating from her as she licked me. Her hips were rocking and as my gaze shifted to that round little ass, I knew I would have to eat her from behind next time around.

My thought returned to her mouth as she started sucking even harder and my hips were now off the bed, my back arching as my body prepared for its impending release. I gave my nipples a pinch and thrusting my hips hard into her fingers, threw my head back and wailed in ecstasy. Startled, Mandy's mouth started to leave my pussy. Moving quickly, I grabbed her hair and roughly shoved her face back between my legs, while hooking my right leg around her shoulders.

My left was pinned between hers, but I was able to hold her mouth to my clit as my hips bucked and I released several loud squeals as my pussy convulsed in her face. To her credit, Mandy didn't release and continued to suck as my body writhed at the mercy of an even stronger orgasm than before. I cried out as one more powerful wave flowed through me, then dropped my leg down as my body collapsed back onto the bed.

Mandy looked up and with a pout started rubbing her pussy on my leg.

"I...can I cum again? I...hey!"

Mandy yelped as sitting up quickly, I pushed her shoulder, sending her sprawling onto her back. Sliding my leg from beneath her I got on my knees between her legs and plunging two fingers into her pussy, pressed the fingers of my other hand to her clit and started rubbing hard and fast.

'Fuck!" Mandy yelled as this time I wasn't being slow and gentle, but was all but attacking her young pussy.

She didn't seem to mind as she lay back, moaning and gasping as my fingers plundered her pussy and pressed hard into her swollen button. I curled my fingers inside her, causing her to squeal and releasing her pussy began to slap it gently with the flat part of my fingers. I wasn't striking her hard, but quickly found a rhythm to match my plunging fingers. Mandy's mouth was wide open and as she moaned and squirmed, her hands found her nipples. 

Her eyes were closed and her sweat soaked hair was now sticking to her face. Her hips were thrusting into my busy hands and I started slapping her pussy harder and faster.

"I...yes, yes..." she was gasping, "I...oh my fucking god!" she screamed.

Mandy's pussy tightened around my fingers and she cried out loudly as her pussy convulsed around my fingers. I cried out as well as a stream of sticky fluid squirted from her pussy and up my arm. A second squirt of her hot fluid splattered on my stomach and Mandy was bucking wildly beneath me as my fingers continued to work the inside of her pussy. I pressed my fingers against her clit and rubbed it in circles until I was rewarded with another stream of her sweet juice. Mandy released a loud whimper and begged, "Please...please stop!"

I eased my fingers from inside her and as she watched, panting, sucked my fingers into my mouth.

'I...oh, wow." She laughed, "I never came like that before."

"You will again, now that you know what you want." I said, as I lay down on my side next to her. Kissing her cheek, I remembered her mother's words and with a laugh said, "Welcome to the club!"

Mandy gave me a tired laugh and with a satisfied sigh, closed her eyes as she said, "That was sooo much better than I thought it would be."

We lay there silently for a few minutes, then as much as I hated to kill the mood, I began, "Honey, this was amazing, but we...you know, wouldn't be able to all the time. You know with your..."

"Mom, I know." She opened her eyes and turned to look at me. "But...uh, maybe sometimes?"

"We'll see." I told her, even though I could definitely see some occasional girl time in our future. "But right now, I think it's time you put your new found experience to good use and..."

"Kelly.:" she said with a smile.

"Yes, next time she's here I think you'll do just fine when it comes to making a first move."

"Yeah." She nodded

"In fact, have her over tomorrow night. I'll cover for you with your mom."

"Umm, maybe next week for Kelly." 

"Why, you...."

Mandy stopped me, by giving me a soft sweet kiss and saying, "I...I was hoping we could play for the weekend. Especially if this might be our only time. I want to play some more.

"Yeah," I smiled, "You want me to spend tomorrow night too?"

"No."

"No?" I asked, confused, "I thought...."

"Tomorrow I want to play in your bed." Mandy said with a mischievous smile. "I want to play everywhere, can we?"

"Anything you want honey, "I laughed, "I'm here to help!"

"Good!" To my surprise, Mandy rolled off the bed and reaching out, grabbed my hand

"Where are we going?" I asked, as I allowed her to pull me into a sitting position.

"The pool!" she laughed, "Your house is the only one that faces the pool and it's late, let's go skinny dipping!"

As I forced my tired legs to stand and she began pulling me towards the door, I thought that even though she didn't know it yet, Kelly was going to be one lucky girl who owed me a lot!

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Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed my first foray into this hot category. Older women seducing younger ones is truly one of my favorite scenarios and I had a a lot of fun writing it, hopefully some of you had fun reading it. Like I always say, lit is a free site and our only payment is in votes and comments so please take a minute to let me know what you think. As always, thank you for reading. Lovecraft68



His Internet Submission



He had been using the Internet since he got his new job and had learned how to find almost everything he needed to know that was out there to find. He was a normal guy in a high-pressure position which always left him a bit stressed at the end of the day. He wasn't into drugs (at least not since his service days) and stayed away from most medicines. He decided to look on line for something natural to help him relax at night after work. He looked at a few of the herbal sites found something he thought would work and looked at his local store for it. He found what he wanted at one of those health places in the mall near him and bought a trial size to give it a whirl. He got home that night and drank the tea like fluid it made. He cringed at the taste. It was one of the worst things he had ever tasted. But if it worked it would be fine. He waited an hour or so and was still stressed. He thought it might have made him even more so then, then before he took it.

He decided again to look online for something else. He typed into a search: stress relief. His search came back with thousands of results. He started looking through them and one caught his eye. "Relaxation Techniques for Stress Relief" he thought that was just what he needed so he put that into the search next. One that caught his eye was a hypnotic file to help relive stress. He clicked on the site and waited for the page to load. A spiral was turning as the page loaded. He was feeling relaxed already and was only watching a page load. After it loaded the Banners told of how to reduce stress and use self hypnosis for self improvement and how to use the scripts, audio, and spirals that came in the package for only 3 payments of $20.00 each. He didn't want to spend that much money on something that may not work like the herbs had (that was $25.00 thrown in the garbage already. It would be worth it if it worked but he wanted to find out first. He decided to search on the spiral first as that was what drew him to it in the first place.

He typed it in and there were dozens to choose from. He noticed there were a lot of women doing the hypnosis thing and many had free spirals. He clicked on a few downloading the files and running them. Most were little windows and when expanded became distorted. He finally found one. He then decided to read more about hypnosis and the ladies that did it. It seemed to give him a wonderful feeling thinking of being hypnotized by a woman. The more he read the more he wanted to know. He started using the spiral and scripts. It seemed he was relaxing more and more as time went on. Watching the spiral reading the scripts relaxing. Over and over. He wanted to learn more. He had read about flash players, animated scripts, erotic hypnosis, and even some Femdom hypnosis. It was all new and fascinated him. He decided that he would see what was out there for downloading. He was starting to get excited and he didn't know why.

While he was looking for the flash player he found a site that had a chat room on it and decided to join. It just so happened this site was an Erotic-Femdom hypnosis one. He registered as hypnotize_me_please and entered the room, thinking his name may draw some attention. He said hi to the room and a few responded back including the owner of the site. Welcome hypnotize_me_please, it is nice to see a new face around here. I hope to get to know you much deeper. With an evil grin after it. He mostly listened the first night. Asking questions when he wanted to know a little more about something. Just before she logged out the Lady host of the room said not to forget the room trance Saturday night at 9pm and to remember to wear your headphones. As she was going to have a special audio room trance for all her good boys that night. Then she said goodnight to all. A room trance, he thought to himself. Maybe he would sit in on it and see what it was all about. And live audio, he had never heard that before. Only a few short recordings. He wondered if you could interact while you listened. He decided to take a closer look at her site and see if it explained the voice chat rules and what went on in her voice chat sessions.

The site was loaded with information, stories, a blog and Mp3's. He decided to read one of the stories. After he finished he was amazed that the hypnosis could have such an effect. He decided to try one of the Mp3's. He clicked on the link to the files and looked through the list and saw one that caught his eye. It said it was for new slaves and would have you craving her control. He downloaded it to his player, popped on his headphones, and sat back in his chair. The recording was a combination of multi layered voices, sounds, and music. It was extremely calming. He could feel her words relaxing him. His arms and legs were falling limp in the chair. His breathing slowing, becoming deeper. His eyes closing to follow her words even deeper as she repeated over and over, he was hers and would obey her every word, descend deeper into her words, and submit to her will. Her voice was wonderfully seductive, her words captivating. She continued telling him he wanted only to submit deeper and deeper to her words. Becoming more and more aroused as you listen and descend. IT went on and on for about half an hour. He was floating on her words, flowing in her control, and ready to do anything she asked. The Mp3 ended with her counting him back up to normal. Of which he would never be again.

Saturday night came and he was logged into the chat 15 minutes prior to it starting. For some reason he couldn't wait to hear her voice again. His body tingled in anticipation as he waited for her to arrive in the room. A light chatter of others in the room about what she might do went on till she arrived. Good evening pets. Her voice clipped into his ears. He felt a rush wash over him. It was her in real-time, talking to him. Now remember only text in the room tonight my sweet pets. A ;) came on the screen next to her name. Everyone typed back in response, Yes Mistress. He followed with the same. Feeling a warm rush when he did. She began the trance by telling everyone to take a deep breath in and hold it....1...2...3...4...5 and out slowly...1...2...3...4...5 good pets, again. She did this about 3 times then started to draw them deeper into her words. He felt his head getting light. An arousal was already building deep within his stomach a tightening like a knot, filling his whole. It was turning into an almost lust as she went on talking. Taking them all deeper and deeper into her control. He was feeling hot rushes over his body now. An uncontrollable urge to serve her.

He felt like he had fallen in love with her but, it was much more intense then that. Much more captivating, much more addictive, much more seductive then it could ever be. Her words were taking him, molding him, directing him to where she wanted him to be. To fill her pleasure, her needs, and obey her will. It was so overwhelming, controlling, seducing. His eyes fluttered slightly as his arousal grew. As she talked she would tell them all they craved her, wanted to only please her, and go even deeper into her control. He was willing to do all for her now. Her words whirling through his mind wiping away all doubts of who controlled him, who he would worship, who he would obey forever. Her words were still coming through the headphones. Ok pets, I want you all to type to me how deep you are in trance from 1 to 100 right now. Numbers flew across the screen. 10, 100, 75, 90, 100. His was 80 he knew he could go deeper for her and wanted to.

He had made it a regular habit of sending his Mistress a morning greeting thinking it was just one way to show her how special she had become to him. Just a few words to let her know his devotion to her daily pleasure. He made it a point to be at her room trances every Saturday from then on. It had been about 2 months since he started attending the weekly trances. His stress from work had disappeared and been replaced by a lusting to please his new Mistress. He logged into the chat room about a half hour before the chat started as he did every Saturday reading the others text as they awaited their Mistress's arrival. His private chat window popped open. Hello pet, came into the box. He looked at who the message was from and saw it was his Mistress. He felt his heart race as he typed back his greeting to her. Are you ready for the room trance tonight pet, she typed. Yes Mistress I am always ready for your words to guide me. His words came without a thought and filled his chat box.

Mmmm..Good boy...she typed back. He felt a hot rush wash over him and his arousal peak. His body started to tremble a bit and he typed back to her, mmmmoooo ty Mistress. Trying to show his intense pleasure and to please her in his typing. You have left me such nice morning greetings. I want you to have something special in return. Look in your email pet, I sent you something for your devotion. He went to his email and opened it. There in the email was a link to her site and a pass code. He clicked on the link and typed in the pass code. It was one of her newest releases. It came up with one of her mp3 files and started downloading. He put the file on his portable player so he could go in his living room and relax in his recliner. He couldn't wait to listen.

It finished downloading and he settled into his chair. Leaning back and getting comfortable. He turned on his player and paged through to the recording. He popped on his headphones and started to listen. Her voice was so much clearer and it seemed like she was right there with him. He felt himself going much deeper with her words then in the chat room. He closed his eyes as Her words went back and forth in his head. Swirling and whispering, one side to the other, taking him deeper and deeper into them. All he could think was to listen and descend into her words more. The more he listened the more he craved them. Wanting to go even deeper for her, to obey her every word. To submit to her words, her will, her control. His mind was only hers now and he wanted it that way, needed it that way to please her. It was his only thought now. The only thing he really needed was to please her. To serve her. To obey her.

He finished listening and could not control his urge to tell her how he felt. How he needed her words more. How he craved to go even deeper for her. How all that mattered was her pleasure. His body rushed and tingled with excitement he felt like he had never left her trance. His needs were so real now. He ached with the craving for her pleasure and knew he would from now on.

~ davidm ~



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Hostage?



Tammy walked out of the night club onto the dark and lonely road. She had walked this route many weekend nights after going to the club. But tonight somehow felt somewhat...different. She felt a chill run up her spine before she headed up Perkins Close to her apartment building. She heard foot steps behind her when she turned onto Perkins Close. She stopped and turned around to see no one, shaking her head and blaming it on paranoia she continued on her journey.

There were about three alleyways which she had to pass before she reach the entrance to her apartment, and like any other weekend night she counted them as she passed them. "1... 2," before she reached the third one, someone grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth so that she couldn't scream. Her attacker dragged her back into the second alley where he placed a cloth over her mouth and nose, which was the last thing she remembered. 

Tammy opened her eyes to see the roof of a car/van, she tried to move her hand only to realize that they were strapped down and she was naked. Where are my clothes and why am I tied up, she thought to herself. She started to struggle against rope or whatever it was that they had used to tie her down, but it was to no avail. 

"Ahhhhh...I see that you're awake," came a voice behind her. "You can scream all you want but my van is sound proof," the person said, with what she could only imagine was humor in it. 

"Why are you doing this?" she asked. 

"Pleasure of course," came the answer. 

" But, why me?" 

"Simple. You can along at the right time." 

Tammy started to cry, she was truly afraid of what this person would do to her. The person came around to her and wiped away her tears whispering, "shhhhhhh......don't cry. I won't hurt you Tammy." 

With that she looked up at the person but he had on a mask and the only thing she could see was the eyes, emerald green in color.... How familiar they looked she thought.

"How did you know my name?" 

"You told me." With that said the person began to lick her nipples, first one then the other, biting it gently while rolling the other nipple between their forefinger and thump. 

Tammy gasped, the gasping then became moans of pleasure, "are you going to rape me?" she asked her assailant. 

"No. By the time I'm done you're going to beg me to fuck you," the person said with confidence. 

Resuming to the task at hand, the assailant began to knead her breasts as he ran his tongue down her stomach, Tammy moaned out loud. She was trying desperately to fight the growing ache of desire which began to over take her. 

Her traitorous body was responding to this person's caresses, she could feel a wetness between her legs. When he reached her leg he ran a hand over her pussy, "hmmmmm.....just the way I like it," the person said before running the tip of their tongue over her pussy mound, she bit back a moan. 

"Please stop," she begged. 

"Why should I stop when I know that you're enjoying this," her assailant replied inserting a finger into her wet pussy pumping it in and out before raising that said finger to lick it clean. "Mmmm...sweet as honey. I'm going to eat your pussy now Tammy," they said plunging a finger back into her pussy. "Any objections?" She moaned as she shook her head which the person did not see for his head was already between Tammy's legs. 

At the first touch of his tongue Tammy gasp; the second a moan, by the third lick Tammy was squirming and screaming for him to suck her harder, after about five minutes of this Tammy released an ear piercing scream that signaled her orgasm. Panting from the experience she looked down at her masked assailant through glazed eyes, "did you enjoy that?" 

"Yes," Tammy replied breathlessly. 

"So did I as you begged me to suck your pussy harder," she detected a smile in his words and couldn't help but smile too. "I'm going to get out of my clothes now and I want you to suck my cock, but, if you so much as bite me I'll kill you," he said pulling his shirt over his head. 

"Umm...mister I've never sucked a cock before," she said blushing. 

"Are you telling me that you're a virgin?" he asked incredibly pausing as he began to unzip his pants. She nodded, he smiled, "good, I'll instruct you on what to do." Naked he crawled up to her and instructed for her to lick his cock gently from the base to the head before taking it in her mouth. His cock was bent, long and thick, Tammy was afraid it wouldn't fit in her mouth, but she did as he instructed and before long she had him moaning his pleasure. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock pausing at the top to lick the head and the rim before taking him back in her mouth again. "Play with my balls, lick them, suck them. Ohhhh yeeeaaahhh," he groaned. 

He began to throb in her mouth and she moaned liking the sensation it gave her. "I'm cumming," he said before pushing all of his cock into her mouth making her deep throat him, she began to gag, he began to shoot his seed down her throat, the only thing she could do was swallow to prevent from choking, swallowing it all he pulled out of her mouth, "that is how you suck cock," he said before seeing a tear run down her cheek. "I'm sorry but did I hurt you?" he asked wiping the tear away, "just alittle" she said. He leaned forward and kissed her, she tasting her juices on his lips and he tasting himself on her lips. He released her lips to nibble on her nipples. Sucking it in to his mouth using his tongue to lick it. 

"Please," she moaned. 

"Please what?" he asked still sucking one nipple while rolling the other between his forefinger and thumb. 

"Please fuck me," she begged. He growled his response getting on top of her positioning his hard cock at the entrance of her pussy, "this will hurt alittle but only for alittle," he said entering her slowly, she nodded. Reaching the thin barrier, he pulled almost all the way out of her, taking a nipple in his mouth at the same time he began to flick her clit causing her to writhe and moan. He continued to suck on her nipple and rub her clit as she neared another orgasm, when it washed over her he plunged his cock into her breaking the barrier and giving her another orgasm. 

He groaned, feeling the tightness of her and how her pussy muscles gripped him, he felt his seed boiling in his balls wanting to explode in her, he couldn't control himself anymore. He began to plunge into her pussy, in and out, she had barely calmed down from the effects of the last orgasm to feel him fucking her. 

"YES! UGGGHHHHH MMMMMMM OH GOD!!!! FUCK MY VIRGIN PUSSY!" she screamed. This was his undoing, he picked up pace, fucking her faster and harder. 

"I'm going to cum in your pussy. Do you want me to cum in your pussy?" he grunted. 

"YES! Oh God Yes!" she scream lifting her hips to meet each of his thrusts, her body started to quiver, her pussy walls gripping his cock yet again but with much more force milking his cock of cream. He plunged in her one last time cumming in her, loads and loads of cum he deposited in her pussy. "

AHHHHHHHH!!!" he shouted in ecstasy as she screamed. He lay on top of her until his dick shrinked and fell out of her wet pussy with a squishing sound. He rolled to the side breathing hard, 

"Mister...who are you?" she asked in a whisper too exhausted to even turn her head. 

"It's me Tammy, Craig," he said pulling the mask from his face. She couldn't believe it, she has had a crush on Craig for the past two years and here he was, he took her virginity. How many nights had she masturbated thinking and fantasizing that it was Craig who was fucking her, she smiled. 

"I'm sorry that I had to resort to such a manner to get your attention, but I could not hold back any more," he said releasing her from her satin bonds, first her legs then her hands. As the last of her restraints were loosened she flung herself into his arms kissing him with so much passion and love that he had to smile as he kissed her back. 

"Why didn't you tell me that you liked me?" she asked, 

"I was shy and afraid that you'd reject me." 

"What fools we have been, we could have saved each other so much time," she said before he sunk his cock in her again. "I love you," she moaned in to his ear.



Hostage



Today had been the pits. It has just been one thing after the other going wrong and causing problems. At home, on the way to work and at work.

Tess and really thought that things had hit a new low when that nice man had smiled and then pulled a gun. He had politely requested that she gather up all the money from the tills, and for all his formal politeness the gun dictated the rules.

So she'd gone along the tills, gather all the cash for him with everyone giving her killing looks, as if it was her idea. Then, when she'd handed the money over to him, things got worse.

She was a hostage. A frigging hostage. He'd told everyone not to come out and try to chase him or she might get shot. From the look on the manager's face, he seemed to think it'd be worth it.

Tess was hustled over to a car that was parked nearby with its engine running. 

"You drive," she was told. "I'll give directions."

"I can't drive," she'd told him, to be answered with a flat "Bullshit," and a wave of the gun. She'd remembered how quite quickly at that.

Now she was driving away from the scene of the crime, expecting cops to start chasing her at any moment and bullets to be whizzing past her head.

Following directions she was off the main roads and going along a number of side streets, when the robber calmly informed her, "The place with the white fence on your left. Turn in and drive into the garage."

Tess turned into the nominated place and saw that the garage doors were rolling up. She drove smartly under them and saw the robber press the remote control that lowered the doors.

He then laughed and got out of the car, indicating that she should do the same.

"The owner of this place is at work, so I thought I'd borrow his garage for a while. I'll depart in a short while and be long gone before the cops are around. I'll be back home interstate before you know it."

Tess gave him a sour look. "If I'm lucky, you'll be pulled over and the cops will see all that stolen money," she snarled at him.

"Won't happen," she was calmly told. "I've made arrangements for the money to travel separately to me. Even if stopped, the cops will have no reason to suspect me. Now, to some personal business."

Tess watched, puzzled, as he took out his wallet and extracted a small wad of notes that he fanned out for her to see. It looked like a thousand dollars in hundred dollar bills. He also pulled out a small envelope, complete with stamp, but no address. While Tess watched he tucked the thousand dollars into the envelope, sealed it and slipped it back into his pocket.

"Before I leave," the robber told her, "I'll have to tie you up and leave you here, so you can't go running and calling the cops too fast. Plenty of sharp objects around, you will notice, and with your hands tied in front of you, you should be able to get free after ten minutes or so.

You'll find that there's a couple of small shops just up around the corner, with a public phone and a post box. Once you're free, you can do one of two things. 

You can head for those shops, hop on the phone and call the cops, and they'll come running.

Alternatively, you can write your name and address on this envelope," tapping his pocket where the envelope of money rested, "then head for the shops, drop the envelope in the post box and then hop on the phone, etc. etc."

The robber paused in his little speech, and smiled at Tess.

"Now, you're wondering why I would give you a thousand dollars, aren't you? And it was my own money you will have noted, taken from my own wallet. Not part of the generous donation your employer has just made to my retirement fund, so you're not aiding and abetting the robbery if you accept it.

The way it works is quite simple. I grabbed you as hostage because you were the prettiest woman there, and I get terribly horny after a little coup like this. The thousand dollar question is, will you drop your panties and bend over while I give you a farewell present before tying you up and leaving?"

Tess paled. "You mean you're going to rape me?" 

"Those are harsh words," she was told. "I admit I want to, let us say, make your deeper acquaintance, but I never said anything about rape."

"You just said you wanted to have sex with me?" Tess protested.

"And I do, but I also mentioned the thousand dollars worth of co-operation I expect."

"Oh. So if I want the money I have to bend over and let you do what you want. If I don't take the money you'll just tie me up and then probably take me anyway."

"Don't be like that," the robber protested. "I can't give you an assurance that I will accept your refusal, because I'm a crook. You can't trust me. It's a chance you would have to take."

"What's to stop you snatching the money back afterwards?" demanded Tess.

"Why would I?" asked the robber with a shrug. "I didn't need to offer it to you in the first place. If I just wanted to ball you, I think the gun would be a good persuader. No, if you say no, I'll accept no, believe it or not. I can use the thousand to enrich the life of a lonely waitress or two on my way home."

"Then why me?" asked Tess.

"Because you're pretty, you're here, I'm horny and I get a kick out of bonking my hostages," she was bluntly told.

"A thousand dollars," mused Tess. "And no-one would know."

"What would I have to do exactly," she asked.

"It's quite simple. I give you the envelope, you tuck it away in your bra, you lower your panties, turn around and lean onto the back seat of the car with your dress hitched up around your waist, leaving your pretty bottom shining in the light. I'll then make your deeper acquaintance, as I mentioned earlier. Afterwards, I just tie you lightly and depart for places elsewhere."

Tess chewed on her lip, trying to think. A thousand dollars was a thousand dollars. And no taxes, so it was all hers. More than a weeks' take-home pay. She looked at her captor. It wasn't as though he was an ogre. He really seemed quite a nice man, apart from his penchant for robbery.

A thousand dollars.

She suddenly sighed and held out her hand. She was promptly given a large smile and the envelope was extracted and slapped into her hand. Tess looked at the envelope for a moment and then, almost defiantly, she slipped it inside her bra.

Now she hesitated, while her would be lover waited patiently. She gulped, lifted up her dress and, hooking her thumbs over the waistband, she slid her panties down and stepped over them.

"Hitch your dress up over your waist before you turn around," came the quiet request and, swallowing again to try to ease a dry mouth, she did so, putting her pussy on display.

"Very nice," came a soothing murmur, while a twirling finger indicated she should now turn around.

Breathing slightly harder now, and feeling that first rush of heat and dampness below, Tess did as indicated. She slowly turned to face the car and then leaned forward so she was bent across the seat, her lovely bottom now exposed for admiring eyes. She could feel warmth on her bottom, and realised that the sun coming through the window on the side of the garage was shining directly on her tush, highlighting it for her Romeo.

Tess waited nervously for that first gentle touch. 

Gentle touch, hell!

Before she fully realised what was happening, two rough hands were holding her labia apart and a flag pole was being ruthlessly inserted.

Tess screamed indignantly. "What the fuck?" she cried. "What are you doing?"

"I told you I was horny," came the retort, as the flagpole seemed to morph into a jack hammer, barging its way in.

Tess screamed with shock again, desperately twisting and wriggling, trying to find some way that would allow this monster assaulting her to have room to play. 

She gasped with relief as she felt her internal juices rapidly flooding her, trying to ease the passage, but gave another scream as Romeo hammered home even harder.

Finally it appeared that he was in, and Tess lay there quivering, wrapped around this THING he had. She would NOT call it a cock. "God," she wondered, "just how big is he." She strongly suspected that if she'd seen him before agreeing, fifty thousand wouldn't have tempted her.

"If you've finished wriggling around, maybe we can get down to a bit of fun?" came an amused suggestion.

Tess promptly thought of several appropriate answers, but suspected giving them might get her killed. She shut up and waited, breathing hard.

Romeo made his first definite stroke, pulling back to her utter relief but then eliciting another scream from her as he came back in.

"Don't be such a baby," she was told, as the jack hammer started up in earnest. "Anyone would thing you'd never had sex before."

"Sex I've had," she retorted. "A lightpole inside me, no."

There was a laugh. "I'm not that big," she was told. "Maybe a bit more than average, but you should see my brother." 

That was a pleasure she would defer, Tess decided. For an eternity or more.

"Can you slow down a little," she begged, trying to match the constant battering. 

"Don't be such a wuss," came the reply. "Try to adjust and you'll find you'll ride along quite nicely. You're probably just feeling a little tense. Relax and enjoy."

"That's what Confucius said," she muttered, but at the same time finding she was starting to adjust. It had been the sheer unexpectedness of his hasty entry as well as his larger size that had thrown her.

Now that she was adjusting, Tess found herself able to handle him in fine style. She mentally downgraded him from lamppost to large cock, and started to meet his thrusts with some gusto. So what if he was bottoming out and stretching her to the limit, she could handle him.

Romeo kept thrusting into her, picking up speed. He'd paid his money and as far as he was concerned that entitled him to his pleasure. Her pleasure was her problem. 

Tess was breathing hard now, but no longer screaming, starting to enjoy the sensations being drawn out of her. She could feel Romeo picking up speed, but she was matching him, humping her bottom up to accept anything he could throw at her.

Breathing harder, knowing that it wouldn't be long to her climax, Tess shouted in anger as she felt him exploding deep within her and starting to slow.

"No," she wailed. "You can't finish yet."

"Bad luck, sweetheart," she was cruelly informed. "Time's up and I need to be on my way. Maybe you can check out with your boyfriend later."

Ignoring anything else she might have to say, her captor efficiently tied her hands and feet. "Don't worry," he told her. "You can use your teeth to pull the knot loose and you'll be free in no time. By the way, don't spend your money for a while. The cops will be watching to see if you suddenly have extra cash." 

Tess watched him leave via a side door, fuming bitterly. The day had gone from bad to worse to worse. And she didn't even get to finish off her screwing properly, not to mention that he'd probably stretched her vagina totally out of shape. She noticed him scoop up a bike helmet and gloves just outside the door, and smile grimly. That was one item she'd be able to tell the cops and the thousand dollars counted as a plus.

Driving away the robber was feeling quite satisfied. He had his extra cash, he had had some interesting sex and the woman would be telling the cops that he was probably on a motorbike. He idly wondered how she'd react when she finally checked the envelope and found the monopoly money. 



Hostage?



(Note: This isn't finished yet, but it's a taster piece. Let me know what you think, and I hope ya enjoy). 

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The bus stop was empty as when I walked in, blown about in the wind that was beginning to pick up a bit. The clouds had started gathering around lunch time, so it was likely to rain soon. The sky was dark, threatening, with a static tension that hung overhead. The air was heavy with humidity, the scent of pure ozone that I could almost drink in. Soon the rain would be a relief from the merciless heat of the sun today. 

Temperatures were hitting 100'F daily, and humidity was high at 50%, making college that little more excruciating.

Today wasn't much different, except for these dark tall clouds. I felt the pressure of them lowering above my head, closing in. 

I sat in the shelter of the bus stop, the bench still searing from the earlier sunshine, but I didn't mind as it cooled gradually.

The first patters of rain were thick heavy drops, hitting the ground with a splash, and steaming on the pavements and tarmac road. Then the rain really began to pour. So much so, that vision was difficult beyond 50 paces.

Great stair rods of rain, striking down to the ground from the heavens in the bucket loads, causing small clouds to rise from the floor, steaming columns over any metal or dark surfaces, harbouring most of the heat of the day.

The plants glowed strangely, in a green shine that gave an odd shading the rain and surrounding air.

The clouds were still gathering, growing darker, looks like this could turn into a good thunder storm.

Slapping footsteps approaching to my left snapped my attention sideways to see a tall man sprinting towards my direction.

I watched the approaching figure, mildly interested in the sight. As he grew nearer, and began to speed up right towards me, I pondered the thought of leaving before he reached me.

That thought became more prominent as I saw he was looking at me, as he sprinted towards me, seeming on some sort of mission.

I stood up and took a step away debating whether to turn tail and high tail it out of there, or to stand my ground.

He got within ten paces and I decided flight was the best course of action and turned running in the opposite direction into the pummelling rain.

The fact that he was now chasing me, made me glad on my choice to run. He was fast, almost as fast as me, but it would be stamina to prove to winner today.

I ran practically blind with the rain hitting my eyes, but I kept going, using what knowledge I had of the local area to keep him that distance away from me or more.

I ran through the town, slipping now and then on the smooth wet pavements and catching myself with my hands, driving my legs forwards at a punishing pace.

My lungs felt sore, but the burning sensation was easing as I got a rhythm going.

The man was still chasing me, and as I ran around the corner of a building, I flattened myself to the wall hiding as he ran past, then I ran back using a different path through town, while he cursed and turned to chase once again. Yeah, he was definitely after me.

As I ran back to the bus stop the sound of the man chasing me had faded away to silence so I sat down to catch my breath.

I was drenched to the bone, my hair slicked back to my skull, my clothes stuck to me, leaving little to the imagination for any who might've seen me. I cursed under my breath.

Suddenly, as I was beginning to relax, I was tackled from the bench to the floor and wrestled onto my front, my arms pulled behind my back and tied together at the wrists. I yelped from the impact and kicked out at my attacker, twisting this way and that, fighting violently, blindly like a cornered animal.

The man cursed at me as I must got a few good kicks to connect, before he hauled me up on my feet and began pushing me forward towards the darker side of town.

The rain increased, the sky darkened and a lightning strike hit in front of us. The wind began to howl through the now empty streets and I shivered, adrenaline still pumping through my veins.

I pulled on my restraints but he kept pushing me forward. Neither of us had spoken a word yet, minus the few muttering curses.

As we walked deeper into the darker side of town, people began to appear, on street corners, hoods up, looking up to stare at me and leer at me, sneering at me, spitting on the floor I walked on. I was an outsider here, I didn't belong in this place.

The man hurried me past the watchers and down a few narrow alleyways.

He unlocked a door to a beat up apartment and shoved me inside before locking the door behind him. I say lock it, there were two dead bolts, three key locks, four latches and a door wedge. Damn.

I looked around quickly for any way of escape and deflated to realise there were no windows, no other doors in sight, everything was sealed. The only light came from dingy lamps missing lampshades. 

The apartment was a total mess, with mail scattered everywhere, old pizza boxes, random articles of clothing, a lady's thong hung over one of the lamps. I scrunched up my face on seeing that. Gross.

"Welcome to your new home, slave." He growled as he approached me slowly. No way. He had to be kidding me. 

I laughed, "Call me that again, I dare you." I smirked up at him, his glaring eyes darkened dangerously and my heart beat faster, feeling the challenge, and wanting to meet it head on.

Sure, I'm just a kid, kinda short, not much on the bones, but I have a dominant personality. I will not be treated as a lower in the hierarchy. No chance.

He stood in front of me and lowered his face to glare into me my eyes, "slave." he whispered.

I felt myself shiver, adrenaline picking up yet again. He wasn't going to get away with that.

With my arms rendered useless I simply shoved him back with my shoulder and kicked out at him violently, at least I hadn't gone nuclear yet.

He stumbled and growled in anger and pushed me back. I lost my balance and fell on my backside, not so gracefully might I add.

I yelped and winced from the impact and looked up at him with a small pout, for some reason, this was bringing out my playful side.

I stood up without the use of my hands and smirked up at his glowering figure.

"Hey, why don't you pick on someone your own size?" I said in a slightly childish voice with a wolf grin on my face. If only I had the use of my hands, this guy wouldn't even know what hit him.

He didn't say anything, but instead pushed me into what could have been a living room, with a little TLC it wouldn't be so bad, but that thong just wasn't pretty.

He went to make me sit on the sofa, but as he pushed me I ducked under his shoulder eyeing the couch warily, "Dude, I am not sitting on that, I really don't want to run the risk of catching something." I said, eyeing the sofa, as if it might attack me, there was probably enough germ power that you could have called it a sentenent being. I raised an eye at it, before turning to the man who was pinching the bridge of his nose frustrated. 

Then he dropped his hand with a sharp breath, "In that case your first chore starts now. Clean up." He grumbled and I turned to face him fully. 

I gave him a sweet smile, itching for my hands to be free, "sure, just untie my hands first." 

It was now his turn to look wary. His eyes scrutinised my face for a few moments and I squirmed under the heavy gaze.

"Fine, but if you try something, I'm tying you up again, only next time you'll feel like a Christmas turkey." I raise an eyebrow at his phrase and he glared so I let it drop, he was going to untie me, he can say any stupid analogy he wants.

As soon as my hands were free I pushed him over and ran for the door.

I unlocked the locks, pulled the latches, freed the deadbolts, and just as I was about to remove the door wedge his body slammed into the back of mine, pinning me to the door with a loud thump. The air was knocked out of me and I coughed struggling to get air back into my lungs for a moment as he breathed down my neck. 

His hands were either side of my waist, his legs between mine and his face was next to my throat. 

I realised slowly what an intimate position this was, and that his breathing was a little faster. He didn't move, didn't say anything. 

For a moment, I didn't know what to do. But as sense came back to me to move, his knee pushed forward against the door, pressing against me and I flinched.

What is he doing? At first I thought it was just to regain some space to push away from me, but as his body surrounded mine closer than a sheet of paper, and his lips brushed my throat, I knew he did it on purpose.

I shivered as he pressed his lips against my throat and he skimmed his nose into my hair breathing in deep. 

"What are you doing?" My voice wasn't as strong as I wanted it to be, and I mentally winced at how weak I sounded.

He didn't respond, but his chest rumbled something like a dog's purr, but oddly I felt a strange tingle from that sound. 

I trembled as his hands left the door and enveloped my waist, one sliding down low over my hip, the other slowly sliding up, over my rib cage, his hand splayed, the pressure even, up further to my chest. I froze as his hand claimed my breast, seizing it and massaging it slowly, digging in his fingering not to be painful, but I almost wish it was, I was enjoying it too much. 

His lips kissed my throat, his teeth gently nibbling. I shivered a little more closing my eyes and leaning back against him a little.

His hand resting on my hip slid down lower, around to the front of me, slid down between my legs and his fingers pressed and rubbed low and I gasped pushing back against his hand.

"Slut." he chuckled into my ear, massaging and rubbing a little harder, a little quicker and I couldn't think coherently as I moaned, leaning my head back.

"I-I'm not." I grumbled hoarsely, I wined a little in my throat, moving against his hands. I felt like I was on fire. "I haven't had any action for a while." I muttered out and he chuckled again, pulling me back against his body.

Damn it. How did I end up in this position? I shouldn't let him do this, but damn his hands are so talented. And it's been so long.

He slowed his hands to a painful pace, sensual, I grew a little impatient. My blood was boiling under my skin now. "How long is a while?" he asked in my ear, his voice was a little breathy and he seemed to be enjoying taunting my body like this.

"Nearly two years." I growled, opening my eyes to look at him over my shoulder with a glare. His eyes were dark, coloured with heat and lust. The sight nearly got to me, but I held myself as steady as I could. His eyebrows raised slightly in surprise.

"No wonder." he muttered to himself and suddenly pressed his fingers hard against me and I gasped a moan. My hands climbed the door above my head as I pushed my backside against him. I smirked a little as I heard him grunt and felt him grind into my ass. He was hard, really hard, it felt like a steel rod was rubbing against my ass. 

I whimpered as the sensations were now getting the better of me. He suddenly span me to face him, and fireman lifted me over his shoulder and strode down the hallway. I winced as his shoulder dug into my hip a little.

I was thrown down onto a bed and before I could react he pinned me down on the bed with his body. He attacked my lips harshly and I whimpered half surprised half in need. His hands pulled my hands over my head and held both of my wrists in one hand, while his other pulled my t-shirt up quickly. He pulled it over my head, parting our lips momentarily before attacking mine once again. His hand lowered to my shorts, undoing the button and lowering the zip just as quickly.

He pulled my shorts off and as I sat up to grab them back he pushed me down, his hand on my chest between my breasts pressing my back down on the bed.

He looked at me pointedly before backing off a little to take off his shirt and shorts. He remained in his boxers as he climbed back over me. 

He kissed my throat, and my hand sought out the steel I'd felt earlier. When my hand found it, I almost moaned. God he was huge...



Hostage



I hope I don't disappoint too many folks by taking a small break from the T-Girl Fantasy Island series. I want each part of that series to be as unique as possible. Different perspectives, different people, different situations and outcomes. Something to keep from becoming too repetitive. I will return to that series but the back log of stories I have thought up had me wanting to take a pause and let at least one of them out. Hopefully, most of you will enjoy the break as well. I appreciate the many comments and emails that have made my first writing experience a rewarding one. I also appreciate the suggestions people give me. While I might not be into everything suggested, you still have planted the germ in the few still functioning brain cells I have left. No telling how your suggestions may appear in my stories but hopefully if they do it will be in a way that will surprise and delight you. Jeremy as are all my characters is a fictional character but it is the name of one of the people who have emailed me and it's my way of saying thank you for reading. Hopefully, you will enjoy this short story as much as the others. Thanks again to everyone here at Literotica and all the readers as well. 

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Hostage

It started out another long dull day at work. Jeremy Sheldon was working at Dillard's Insurance supposedly as an agent in training but in reality Jeremy was cheap slave labor, at least from his point of view. It was late afternoon before Sam Dillard called Jeremy into his office to collect the checks to be taken to the bank. Sam preferred that the checks be handed physically to the tellers before the bank closed rather than dropping them into a drop box.

'Must be some superstitious thing with him,' thought Jeremy but he didn't mind as these trips always got him out of the office an hour early.

The bank was a short ten minute drive since traffic was usually light on Tuesdays. Jeremy parked in a surprisingly near vacant lot and walked into the bank already unzipping the carrier containing the checks.

Ever felt like you stepped into a wrong place at the wrong time? The tiny hairs on your neck stand up and up can almost hear a record playing the background music screech to a sudden halt. Jeremy felt that immediately but it was too late to turn around and head back outside. 

The bank was being robbed. There were two gun men holding pistols on either end of the room. One grabbed him roughly by the shoulder and with a not so gentle prod of a gun barrel in his ribs, forced him around the counter where he found the rest of the bank staff and customers lying prone on the carpet.

Each gun man wore thick padded garments, gloves, and ski masks. They moved cart loads of cash from the vault along with several safety deposit boxes they had somehow cut from the sockets that housed them. They must have been there for a while judging from their haul. They hadn't spared the people either. Another gun man appeared and started going through Jeremy's pockets carefully relieving him of his cell phone and wallet.

He didn't have much but his credit card and the forty in cash he had was liberated and he watched his wallet get tossed to a pile of others in a corner. The gun man searched his pants pockets and Jeremy felt his fingers linger on the side of his cock.

"Dear God!' he thought, 'bad enough to be robbed but molested too?'

They finished up in a calm businesslike manner and one went out to the parking lot to a van parked in a spot with its rear facing the entrance. It was a simple matter of backing the van to the entrance and two robbers shuttled the loot through the rear doors neatly and quickly. They were finished in a matter of a few minutes.

Jeremy noticed one of the robbers stooped next to a pudgy older guy, he knew was the bank manager, lying on the carpet. He appeared to be whispering instructions into the old guy's ear. He saw the robber slide something into the pudgy man's coat pocket before his head was roughly pushed to the floor. The one that had ground his cheek into the floor stopped the one that whispered to the pudgy guy as he walked by. A quick murmured exchange between the two, followed by a pause that seem to last an eternity.

He heard a husky voice in his ear. "Well Mr. Observant, see something you shouldn't have? You should follow instructions better. Now you're coming with us."

Jeremy felt a pair of hands grab him under the arms and haul him up on to his feet. He had been nervous before but now that he was being pulled to the back of the van he was nearly ready to piss himself. 

"Kevin's Qwik Karpet Kleaners" was painted on the side of the van. 'Apparently Kevin had a low advertising budget or a wife or girlfriend with too cute of an imagination.' He thought sarcastically as he was pushed into the van. The rest of the robbers climbed in with him and they sedately pulled out of the parking lot.

Two of the robbers moved quickly and pushed Jeremy down on the bags of cash. One produced a large zip tie and secured his hands behind his back. They seemed to drive only for a few minutes, taking several stops and turns. A police scanner blasted out the local law enforcement chatter. Jeremy rolled over until his back was against the van wall.

The driver turned out to be a woman! As the other four gun men stripped off their masks and bulky clothing he realized that they were all women! He would've never guessed. After one particular hard turn, they came to a halt. Two women climbed out the van's side door, both now wearing shorts and Tees that showed their curves appreciatively. 

A weird slick sound came from one side of the van then the other. The two girls climbed back inside bearing the "Kevin's Qwik Karpet Kleaners" logo and a sizeable portion of the white background with them. Lord knew what was on the side of the van now.

There was no sense of fear with these ladies. They seemed smart and professional which didn't leave Jeremy feeling any better about his future. His curiosity, which got him in his unenviable position, forced him to look over each of his captors.

There was a blonde with nice tan shoulders driving. Another seated next to her. He could make out the high cheek bones and gentle pointed chin from the part of her face that was visible. She had the look of a girl who turned heads and the manner of someone who was well aware of her beauty. 

He glanced around at the remaining three, they all did. There was one ebony skinned beauty, one Hispanic and one brunette. Each of them could break a heart with a cold glance or send thrills to anyone they chose to grace with a smile. 

None of them were smiling at him except the brunette. Her eyes seemed bright as she let her gaze rove over their young hostage. Jeremy felt his heart speed up slightly at her interest. Maybe she would like him enough that he might have a chance to walk away from this.

They drove for just under an hour before they entered someplace dark. Once the van halted the crew climbed out and quickly threw open the back doors. They pulled Jeremy roughly from the van as they continued to work. 

They were in some sort of warehouse or something. Another van, this one a fancy custom job with expensive detailing had its rear doors open. The crew put one girl on guard with him, the blonde from the co-pilot's seat earlier while the rest moved the loot from one van to the other.

Glancing at the van they arrived in, he saw the logo of the city's cable company. He turned back to the van they would be leaving in and saw that several compartments were built into the sides and floor of the van for smuggling the loot should they be searched. These girls didn't miss a trick it seemed. 

Once the loot was transferred, one of the girls pulled what looked like a paper grocery bag from one van and placed it into the cable van. While two others grabbed plastic fuel cans and poured gasoline along the sides of the van letting the fuel coat nearly the entire surface. 

The fuel cans were tossed inside the cable van and the girl emerged with a satisfied grin. "Five minutes," she reported to the blonde who was sticking a gun painfully into his kidney. 

They climbed into the custom van and Jeremy was pushed inside into the hands of the others who were waiting inside. He was not sure if he was happy at not being shot there in the warehouse or upset at not being released. It dawned on him then that he knew what they looked like. The thought sent a spine weakening chill through the young man as he silently contemplated his future.

They pulled out of the warehouse this time each of them, Jeremy included, was sitting in far more comfortable seating. There was a set of chairs behind the driver and "shotgun" seat. Jeremy shared a side facing bench seat with the sexy brunette that eyed him earlier. She was definitely looking him over again now. Jeremy once again felt the thrill of her interest. He had never met anyone so obviously aggressive and confident.

There was another police scanner in this van to listen to the police as their now alerted presence was everywhere. About thirty minutes or so later there came a report of a warehouse fire. The police were all over the city searching for the carpet cleaner van. It seemed ladies had planned everything perfectly and were now, hours later, far outside the city headed to the border between California and Mexico.

They stopped at a rather high end hotel close to the border. After purchasing a set of suites on the first floor, the crew moved their few belongings and their hostage quickly inside. The brunette sat him down on the bed next to her.

"We will lay low here a few days and let them think we already crossed the border." She explained to the nervous young man. "Until then you can keep us entertained."

The blonde who was obviously the gang leader came over and sat down next to him. "The best thing for us is to stay out of sight and use this time to relieve some stress, so we may be here for five or six days." She produced a pair of small tin snips to clip the zip tie securing his hands. The brunette went to her bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs with a small link of chain connecting the two cuffs.

The two women quickly pulled off the confused man's clothing before securing his hands to the rails of the head board. The way he was fastened he could at least have the option of sleeping on his front or back. He found himself in a surprisingly arousing situation. How many guys wouldn't love to be held prisoner by such sexy women? The way all of them were looking at him there was little doubt as to how they would be "relieving their stress." Jeremy started becoming at least hopeful for his immediate future.

The blonde leader told the rest that she was heading out for dinner. She would bring back something for all of them and with a smile told them to have fun. She took the dark skinned beauty with her. Three remaining grinned at each other as one went to the room temperature controls and slid the peg up a few degrees to warm the room. The other two grabbed bottles of something and climbed into bed on either side of their captive. 

The smell of tropical fruit filled the room as he felt their warm hands apply oil to his skin. He moaned slightly under their touch. Both girls' ran their hands over his chest and shoulders. They caressed and massaged the young man who quickly fell under their spell.

He shuddered with pleasure as the brunette ran her fingers across his belly and straight for his throbbing cock. She leaned down to look him over carefully, maybe checking for signs of infection or sores? Jeremy didn't know and didn't care at this point. She was close enough he could feel her soft warm breath on the skin of his dick. 

He rocked his head slowly back into the pillow with his eyes shut lost in the thrills both women were providing him.

The Hispanic girl continued to rub the delightfully scented oil into his chest and shoulders. The brunette, apparently satisfied with her inspection, surprised Jeremy by engulfing his cock easily. He let out a loud gasp as his felt her take him in hungrily. His dick felt like it was now nestled in a warm wet heaven with an amazingly experienced tongue gliding along his shaft within the confines of her mouth.

The other girl worked her fingers down his chest to both of his nipples as she let her fingernails scrape his flesh bringing all his nerve endings alive. Shudders rocked his body between the two women. The brunette worked his cock for several minutes before the sexy Hispanic girl gently pushed Jeremy onto his side.

Jeremy opened his eyes to see the beautiful dark hair girl lovingly stroke his cock while he felt the girl behind him rubbing his back with more of that wonderful oil. Her hands explored his back and ass with the same obvious experience as the girl stroking him had shown with her mouth. 

Jeremy was in paradise. If he was to be killed later at least he will have the greatest time of his life beforehand. He relaxed completely under their efforts.

The two girls smiled at each other knowing the young captive was nearly ready. The brunette ran her hands down the insides of Jeremy's thighs gently pushing them apart. Jeremy obliged and bent his knee so that one leg was propped up on his foot giving both sexy girls full access between his legs.

He groaned into the pillow as he felt four oil soaked hands work between his thighs. Fingers gently rubbed his shaft and balls, fingernails left gently stinging trails on the sensitive insides of his thighs He felt the girl behind him run her fingers down the crack of his ass before burrowing gently between his cheeks.

Still groggy with the flood of sexual nervous impulses the two skilled women had inflicted on him, Jeremy relaxed his ass cheeks, curious as to what new pleasures she would soon provide him. He felt his hip pushed further over towards the brunette giving the beautiful girl behind him greater access to his bottom. Her oil soaked fingers massaged and scratched his twin orbs before gently prying them apart revealing his rear entrance.

He felt her warm breath between his cheeks as she applied oil directly to his anal ring. Her fingers rubbed the ridges and furrows of that tiny opening causing the young captive to tense up at the unexpected burst of pleasure. The brunette continued to stroke his cock with one hand while massaging his balls gently with the other. The combined effect of the ladies efforts had Jeremy quickly overwhelmed and ready for sex. 

He gave a startle gasp as the brunette leaned in and once again engulfed his cock into her mouth. Jeremy let out a nasally sigh as she aggressively slid her lips along his shaft. At the same time, the beautiful Hispanic girl leaned down and gave Jeremy the most surprising thrill of his life. He felt a curious warm digit begin to explore his rear entrance. It was soft and wet which made his anus quiver with delight.

'She's using her tongue!' he realized as he felt his entrance relax under each soft stroke. He felt the tip of her pretty nose burrow into the valley of his ass as she began to probe his ass gently. Jeremy wasn't sure how much more of this he could take before shooting his load. 

The brunette had stepped up her game with his dick and now his hips were tensely rocking. The head of his cock was nearly numb with all the nerve endings firing off a flood of impulses. He felt dizzy from the sensations that had his heart hammering in his chest and his lungs working overtime.

He felt an oil covered finger replace the tongue in his ass. The digit snaked deeper into his rectum causing the young man to arch his back in surprise. He had never experience anal penetration before and the feeling of that finger in his ass quickly sent his nervous system into overload. 

The brunette barely pulled her lips from his cock before he shot string after string of cum across the sheets. The girls enjoyed a soft chuckle at the young man's release. A quick wipe of a towel cleaned most of his cum from the sheet and the two girls stepped back away from him.

Jeremy turned onto his back to see both sexy robbers start to undress. His cock, still numb from sensory overload, lay limp and shriveled against his thigh. The temperature in the room was warm enough but the oil on his skin cooled his flesh.

Both girls unfastened bras and dropped them to the floor. Jeremy's eyes feasted on two sets of perfectly formed tits capped with hard inviting nipples. He barely noticed the cute blonde driver seated close by, her hand working between her open thighs along the crotch of the jeans she was wearing.

"I'm not sure if I can get it up again right now," he stammered embarrassingly. "It might be a few minutes."

"Oh, we won't need your cock to get what we need from you," she reassured the young man who lay helpless on the bed.

His attention was captured once more as the two women slipped out of their shorts. He noticed a curious bulge in the front of both pairs of panties. 

The two girls looked at each other with a grin and as if on some unspoken que, both slipped their panties down soft tan thighs. Jeremy jerked slightly as two impressive cocks sprang out of confines and seemed to grow larger and harder once freed.

"What the fuck?!" Burst from Jeremy's lips before he even realized he had said it.

His surprise got all three girls a good laugh before the brunette slid down next to the tense young man on the bed. Her body pressed seductively against his. She sent a leg over his and glided her soft flesh down his thigh. He felt her cock hard and pulsing against his hip.

"This is what will happen," she said softly to her young captive. "We are going to fuck you."

Jeremy looked back at that incredibly beautiful face inches from his in stunned terror.

"And not just that sexy tight ass of yours either," she continued with a smile that now took a predatory aspect.

Jeremy went pale at the images she put into his head of his obvious fate.

"Should you decide to be an asshole and bite any of us," she nodded back towards the blonde sitting close by. Jeremy followed her gesture to see the beautiful driver flipping the tin snips that cut his bonds earlier in her hand.

He felt a soft set of fingertips turn his chin to face the brunette whose lips were now inches from his own.

"We will gag you with your underwear and cut your dick off one," she pecked his lips with a soft kiss, "Little snip"  "at a time," Until  we can stuff it in your mouth,  "understand?"

Jeremy stared at her blankly.

The girl's eyes went hard as she reached down to clutch his limp dick between her fingers and started to squeeze. "Understand?" she asked again sternly.

Jeremy could only nod.

He let out a soft sigh as she released his cock. With a smile she pushed him on to his stomach. The terrified young man felt the sexy girl climb on top of him. He felt her lower herself against him until only the tip of her cock brushed his oil gleaming ass cheeks. The helpless captive let out a soft whimper. Rocking her hips from side to side, the smooth head slid over one soft cheek then the other before she took aim and lowered herself fully on top of the boy.

Her hard cock glided easily between his well lubricated thighs to prod his balls pressed into the mattress. He felt her warm soft breasts pushing into his shoulder blades. Her arms threaded under his own until her hands came up from underneath to clutch at his shoulders. Tears started to well in the helpless captive's eyes as she kissed his cheek gently.

"Soon I will be inside you," she whispered to the now crying young man. "It will hurt," she promised "But it will hurt a lot less if you relax and give me your ass rather than you making me take it, understand?"

Jeremy buried his face in to the pillow, his sobs muffled as he felt her shift on top of him. His stomach rolled in dread as he felt her push his legs apart with her own. He resisted slightly but she was not to be denied. He felt her breath in his ear once more.




Hostage



"You can't stop what's about to happen," she whispered. "So relax and let me in."

Jeremy was openly crying now as he felt her hips rock slightly bringing that hard cock against his rear entrance. He wanted to clench his cheeks to stop her from coming any closer but he knew as well lubricated as she was she'd slide down to his hole easily anyway. There was nothing left to save him now.

"Nooooo," he wailed softly "Pleeeasssee." He felt her cock press against his clenched entrance.

"Open up for me," she said softly. "It will hurt far more if I force my way in."

Jeremy clutched the pillow with his shackled hands until his knuckles went white. He took several deep breaths as he tried desperately to relax. He felt her cock press into him, battering at the last tight ring of muscle that still resisted her demands.

His body shook as his weak cries grew louder as she rocked her hips gently knocking at his opening. With each thrust she pushed a little deeper.

"No, please, no," Jeremy sobbed pathetically as he sought some sort of escape by burrowing his face even harder in the darkness of the pillows.

With one final hard push both man and woman felt his last barrier relent and she slipped inside.

For him it was a burning white hot flame of pain that tore a scream from his throat. For her it was tight warm feel of pure heaven, she continued to rock gently settling more of her cock into that trembling virgin ass.

The sexy woman reached up and pushed the helpless boy's face back down into the pillows as she sank deeper into his flesh. She shivered with delight as she felt that tight ring gripping her shaft slide down to the base of her cock before she bottomed out in the bucking young man.

With a sigh of contentment she settled down on top of her victim. Her shaft lodged deep inside his bowels, Jeremy was pressed harder into the mattress by the weight of her body. She twisted and rocked her hips relishing the muscles of his rear passage shifting and turning to adjust to her intrusion. For several moments the two bodies were locked together on the bed.

The girl kissed the young man's shoulders and neck. His sobs weakened as she took his ear in between her teeth and nibbled gently. Slowly the white hot pain cooled for Jeremy. His ass quivered as his feet drummed helplessly against the bed. Every shift of her hips sent another shock of pain through her captive. Slowly, his body finally relaxed and accepted his fate.

Sensing he was ready, the brunette rose up on her arms and slowly drew her hips back. Her cock slid back out of his ass smoothly. He let out a groaning sigh deep in the pillow.

"Get ready for it, baby" she said as she slide her length back into his ass.

Jeremy's spine arched at the mix of pain and electrical shock as nerves he never knew he had sent conflicting signals of pain and pleasure to his brain. Jeremy bit the pillow tightly as she bottomed out inside him once more. Another pause of two bodies locked together. The girl cooed with excitement as she turned her head to her two friends. 

"This has got to be the tightest ass I have ever been in before!"

The blonde laughed, "Well hurry up, we all want a turn!"

The idea that he would be passed from one girl to the next finally struck home with the young captive as fresh tears of pain and humiliation were smeared by the pillow case against his face.

The brunette slowly picked up the pace. Her knees bent outward forcing her captive's legs further apart. He felt her hands grip his shoulders from underneath even tighter as she used her hold as leverage to thrust herself deeper inside him. Her hot breath blasted in his ear with each thrust. The two of them began to rock the bed against the wall as she fucked him harder.

The other two girls watched in rapt silence as their friend broke the young man in, both stroked their cocks impatiently waiting their turn. 

The boy's toes curled as the pain finally gave way. The shocks of electricity through a thoroughly worn out nervous system receded leaving the young man drunk on the hormones that flooded his body. He raised his red face out of the pillows to face the head board that was banging against the wall. His mouth opened wide, fighting to gulp in badly needed oxygen. He felt her diamond hard nipples scrape against his skin as she pressed harder into his back. 

"God! You have got to be the best fuck I ever had!" she exclaimed as she slammed her hips pistoning her cock in his now loosened bottom. His ass cheeks rippled with each thrust. 

The banging of the head board echoed in Jeremy's head to punctuate each time her cock rammed to the hilt inside him. He felt her draw back slightly as she reached for the other pillow on the bed. Pulling the young man's hips up with her cock still deep in his ass, the eager woman slid the pillow under the boy's hips to give her better access to that sweet entrance.

Unable to wait another moment, the blonde driver stood up still stroking her cock. She climbed up on the bed and slid down in front of the helpless young man. Jeremy opened his eyes at the shift in the bed and realized what she had planned for him.

She settled in front of the young man's face, her cock stood straight and hard inches from his lips. "Open up," she commanded.

Jeremy shook his head even as the brunette on top of him continued her now demonic pounding of his ass. Realizing the hopelessness of the situation, Jeremy paused and reluctantly his lips parted. The blonde ran her fingers through his hair as she guided that sweet mouth down on her cock.

Jeremy felt the warm hard flesh rub pass his lips. He tasted her on his tongue as she pushed across that soft flat muscle and continued deeper into his throat. Feeling the head of her cock probe the back of his throat Jeremy panicked. His arms and legs flailed uselessly as the blonde pulled out slightly to let him regain control.

"Relax your throat," she ordered as she pulled his head back down. She felt her glans press against the soft tissue of the boy's throat and shifting slightly she cupped his chin to align his mouth to his throat. With that bend almost completely gone from his passage she slid down his throat easily.

Jeremy slowly began to relax and let the beautiful girl fuck his mouth. The blonde held his chin up with one hand while her other gripped the boy by the back of his skull. Her shapely hips flexed sending more of her cock down the young man's throat. Both women were lost in their own personal paradise on either end of Jeremy's helpless body. 

The room door opened as the gang leader, followed by her dark skinned companion, entered the suite. 

"I see you got the party started already!" she smiled hungrily at the naked young man trapped between the two women who were batter him on both ends.

"What did you bring back?" asked the Hispanic girl as she dove into the bags and cartons.

"Chinese," said the leader taking in the limp form between the two women. Her cock stirred inside her shorts. 

She took her eyes off of the action and grabbed a carton of steak and peppers and one of fried rice and settled in front of the TV to wait her turn on the bed. 

Jeremy had his eyes shut tight; he had retreated deep inside trying to shut out what was happening to him. But the two hard shafts of flesh ramming their way inside him wouldn't allow him complete escape. Each thrust broad a flash of light behind closed eyelids. 

The cock in his ass seemed to pulse and throb, the friction of her sliding in and out of his anal passage now sent waves of pleasure to his exhausted brain. His mouth had gone numb as he drooled around the cock that now slid easily down his throat. Even the sensation of that tip rubbing his throat that once caused him to retch started to feel good.

His mind completely out of gear, Jeremy began to rock his body between the two women fucking him. His ass began to shake once more but now in need rather than agony. He began to swallow the cock in his throat, trying to get more of her inside him. 

In the darkness, behind his tightly shut eyes, Jeremy felt his reality shift and when it settled, he realized the pleasures both women were giving him. Listening to his gasps and groans, they felt the boy reach that turning point between them, both girls began to fuck the boy savagely. Their cries of pleasure gave Jeremy a strange sense of pride in his new found abilities.

The renewed pounding of the headboard against the wall got the attention of the other three ladies as they surrounded the bed watching their two friends reach climax together. Both women inside Jeremy let out a groan of deep satisfaction as they came.

Jeremy felt both cocks swell in his throat and ass. He felt every shudder and spasm of those wonderful shafts as hot cum shot deep inside him. The splashes of semen down his throat and in his ass gave him chills causing his entire body to shiver and his skin to goosebump with excitement. Finally spent the two cocks slid out of him after depositing their loads.

He lay on the bed feeling empty and cold. He almost wanted to cry when he felt the bed shift again. He felt a pair of hands raise his hips in the air as another warm shaft slid into his used ass. A few seconds later another cock rubbed gently against his lips beckoning him to open up. He eagerly accepted and soon was filled once more.

So it continued for days, The girls took Jeremy in turns or in groups. Occasionally, they let the young man out of bed to hobble to the bathroom and empty his bladder and bowels. He would shower and clean himself, once he got too weak one or more would join him in the bath and would help clean him up. He would take a bit of food and drink then it was back to bed.

They would allow him a few hours' sleep before he felt the now familiar feel of hands on his hips and yet another hard cock pushing its way into his ass. They no longer restrained him. Jeremy was now hooked on having these beautiful women deep inside him. The feel of hot cum shooting inside him was what he craved whenever he was awake. More than once he fell asleep with one of his beautiful captors in his mouth or in his ass or both.

The last afternoon, the blonde leader had him pushed onto his back. Her hips rocked between his legs that were hooked behind her thighs as she stared down at the rapture on the completely turned hostage. He ran his hands lovingly up her arms as he rocked his hips in return for each of her thrusts. She slowed her pace long enough for Jeremy to look up at her in blissful contentment.

"We can leave you here in this hotel room," she said as she ground her long hard cock deep in the young man's body. "Or you can stay with us."

Jeremy looked up at her blankly. His exhausted mind was trying to grasp what she was offering. For days he had not even known a world existed beyond the confines of that bed. Now, he never wanted to leave.

The sexy blonde picked up her pace once more pounding the boy's ass deeper into the mattress. Her voice dropped to a husky growl as she felt the young man grip her cock with his ass. He had truly become a superb cock slut in the past few days.

"If you come with us, you will cook, you will clean, you'll do anything we say, when we say, how we say," she drove each point home with a powerful thrust of cock. Jeremy squealed with delight at each thrust, his legs locked behind his lover's hips pulling her deeper inside him.

"In return," she continued nearing climax, "You'll have more cock in a year than most women will ever get their entire lives."

Jeremy's mouth fell open as he groaned, once more his ass filled with splashes of hot cum. That badly craved chill radiated across his body as he wrapped his arms around the beautiful woman on top of him. The two remained embraced, lost in their private world of pleasure.

The blonde slid out of the exhausted young man. His face was slack in weak euphoria as he felt her cum still deep inside him. The gang gathered their belongings and searched the rooms for anything that might tie them to the robbery. 

By the time they had finished, Jeremy had managed to find his clothing, dress, and sat on the bed staring blankly at the floor. Silently the gang left the room until only the brunette remained. 

Jeremy's eyes rose from the floor to find hers staring back at him. He felt the hunger still glowing in her gaze. He stood up on unsteady legs and feeling the cum begin to seep from his ass; he quietly walked out of the room to climb into the van.



Hostage Horror On Halloween



Marilyn lived in fear the whole year. Except to shop for food and leave the house to take her self-defense classes and practice her shooting at the gun range, she seldom left her house anymore. Understandably, she didn't care much for Halloween, after what happened to her last year.

If it wasn't for her cat, she'd get a dog, a big dog, a big, mean dog. Living all her life in a neighborhood where no one locked their doors, she had an alarm system installed and security lights wired that lit up her property in the way that an extraterrestrial spaceship would light up the ground beneath it for landing. The alarm that automatically called the police made her feel safer when sleeping. Only, she always had this unnerving feeling that she was being watched. She could just feel or imagine she felt them out there waiting for their chance to attack her again.

Always looking forward to seeing the neighborhood children in costume coming to her door for candy, now she hated the holiday. Dreading the arrival of this night for weeks, listening to every sound and reacting to every shadow, she hid in the dark behind her closed and locked front door, while watching the clock, counting off the minutes, and waiting for the kids to finally go home and Halloween to end for another year. Tick, tick, tick, the time that past for this holiday to end was excruciatingly slow. Tick, tick, tick, she was going to go away for the weekend, but for the fear that she might find someone hiding in the house waiting for her to return.

"Trick or treat," they'd say banging at her door.

"Go away, there's no one home," she'd softly say, too soft for them to hear her, while sipping her wine and sitting hidden in the darkness of her living room with her cat curled on her lap.

A nervous wreck with an upset stomach, jumping at the sound of every child, who knocked at her front door and/or rang her doorbell, she sipped her wine with trembling hand, while waiting for the alcohol to weave its magic and work to calm her nerves. From her repositioned chair moved to the far, dark corner of the living room that now faced the front, bay windows, she watched the procession of children come and go. With the exterior street light on and all of her interior lights off in her house, but for the new outside security lights that came on like automobile high beam headlights, she could see them, but they couldn't see her. Their shadows loomed outside her windows as big as her imagined worst fears.

Never having reported the sexual assault to the police, her attackers were still out there, somewhere, and they knew where she lived. Driving herself crazy with worry, she figured she was now an even easier target for not reporting the incident to the police. She was sure that they viewed her as a victim, ripe for the taking, again. Yet, she lived in a small town and people talked and she didn't want them talking about her. It was none of their business what happened to her last Halloween night.

Only, now, she figured her sexual assaulters thought she wouldn't report them if they returned, yet, again. Having had their hot fun with her last year, she imagined they were thinking, why not have more fun with her again this year. Maybe, she thought, those bastards actually believed she enjoyed what they did to her. Going with her hunch, she had a foreboding feeling that they'd return again this year. Setting the alarm on silent, not wanting the alarm to automatically alert the security agency, who'd surely call the police, she watched the panel from her living room chair for the warning of the blinking red light to alert her to an intruder.

"Trick a treat," she imagined they'd say before barging in and pushing past her, as they did last year.

Only, she had the advantage, now. Suspecting and expecting their return, prepared for it in mind and in body, it'd be different this time. She'd never be taken by surprise again, A year of private, hands-on martial arts training insured she'd be ready, focused, and confident, should they return.

She now possessed the lethal skills of a street fighter. With the quickness of a cat and the rage of someone who had been sexually abused, she wanted revenge. It was her turn to take control. If they overpowered her in hand to hand combat, this time, with a loaded handgun within her reach and others hidden around the house, unafraid to use them, after her year of firearm instruction and practice at the gun range, she'd be ready for them if they dared return. For what they did to her, she didn't care if she bloodied her carpet. She'd shoot to kill.

More children came hoping for candy and more children went disappointed that she didn't open her front door. She felt bad that she didn't pass out candy, but she couldn't. Ignoring her neighbors and friends, pretending she wasn't at home, she was frozen with fear that she'd be taken by surprise again, should she open her door like the victim she was last year. 

After what happened to her last year, she couldn't, she vowed she wouldn't, and true to her pledge, she didn't open her front door to anyone. The only way anyone was getting in her house was to break in and God help them if they did. An open and shut case of self defense, no judge would convict her for what they did to her and for what she'd do to them. Aiming to kill, she'd put three bullets in their chest before putting one in their head.

"Trick or treat," they'd say knocking at her door.

"Go away. Scram. Beat it," she'd say under her breath.

"Trick or treat," they'd say ringing her doorbell.

"Leave me alone. Just leave me alone," she'd say under her breath to the next group of children that came knocking and ringing and before taking a big sip of her wine to reinforce her courage and fortify her fortitude.

Last year, it was a Halloween night much like this one, only this one had a full moon that added an appropriate dramatic eeriness to the holiday. It was late, after the rush of the little kids, but there were always the stragglers, the teenagers, who were a bit too old to go trick or treating, but who just did it to get some free candy. She opened her door for the fiftieth time with candy in hand, when three masked men burst inside, closed and locked her door, and turned off her light.

All in a blur, it happened in an instant. Without time to react, frozen with fear, she dropped the candy and stood stunned. She couldn't believe this was happening to her, not here in her safe little town. This wasn't the big city, nothing ever happens here and, especially, wasn't supposed to happen to her. She's a good person. Attending church every Sunday, she teaches Sunday school and volunteers at the hospital.

Putting one hand across her mouth with another hand feeling her bra covered breast through her blouse, the biggest man, a black man, wearing a scary monster mask, pushed her up against her reception hall wall. She looked down at his big, black hand groping her breasts. Already, he had gotten further than the date she had last week with John from the hardware store.

"I'll hurt you, if you scream."

His words assaulted her as much as his big hand that groped her breasts. Through the opening of her buttons, she felt his big fingers explore her soft skin and her meaty breasts that poured out over the top of her bra. With tears welling up in her eyes, she nodded her promise not to scream. In one quick movement, as if she was a sack of potatoes or a side of beef and he was a longshoreman carrying his cargo or a caveman claiming his woman, he threw her over his shoulder and carried her upstairs to her bedroom. The other two men were already upstairs and waiting for them on the landing.

Thick with muscle, built like a brick shithouse monster man stood at least 6'2". With her body draped over his shoulder and her hands pushing against his muscled chest, she felt his big hand move slowly up the back of her thigh to feel, cup, and caress her panty clad ass beneath her skirt. The touch of his hand sickened her and, already, she felt violated. It had been a long time, since before her husband died, that anyone had touched her there beneath her skirt. He felt her panty and cupped her ass with his hand, while his long stiff fingers touched her in between her legs, in the way her husband used to touch her, when in the mood.

Once alone with her on her bed was when their impromptu Halloween Masquerade party took a turn for the worse. Now it was real and, not to be denied, they were incensed. They filled her small room and there was no escaping them. 

"Don't scream and we won't hurt you," said monster man again placing her gently on her bed, as a sign of his word not to hurt her, no doubt.

"No please, can we do this in the guest bedroom? If you assault me here, I'll never again be able to sleep in my own bed," she said through her tears and pointing to the guest bedroom down the hall. "Please, I beg you."

"Go search the room for weapons," ordered one of the men, a tall, thin man wearing a clown mask, with a snap of his fingers and a point of his index finger.

Immediately, the man wearing a Bill Clinton mask walked to the guest bedroom. Marilyn heard the closet door open and close and her dresser drawers being opened and slammed shut. After her possessions had been sufficiently rifled through, he returned.

"It's clean. There's nothing in there but clothes and bedding."

Monster man took her hand, dragged her off the bed, and pulled her along to the guestroom.

"Cooperate, show us a good time, and we'll let you live," said the second man, a much smaller man, wearing the Bill Clinton mask and showing her a knife he held in his hand. Already unbuckling and unzipping his pants in preparation of their sexual assault of her, he had a heavy accent that sounded Hispanic.

"Okay, okay," she said trying to compose herself enough to remember every detail of their person in hopes of identifying them later in a police lineup.

"Take off your clothes," said clown man.

She was shaking. She was crying. She was frightened. She was trying to stay focused and alert enough to save herself should this attack escalate from bad to worse.

"I'll do whatever you want. I have money and jewelry," she said knowing full well that it was not her money or jewelry they wanted. They wanted her.

Then, she regretted telling them that she had money and jewelry. Why give them her money and jewelry, too? Why give them any more than they wanted, if they were intent on taking just her? Just her, she couldn't believe she thought that. She couldn't believe she thought so little of herself to think that. She made the sexual assault of her seem so insignificant, as if she was worth less than her money and jewelry.

Even if they let her live, she may never recover from this attack, she thought. Years of therapy, of anger, and of depression, she tried to think of a way out of this, but there was just no way. They were determined to have their way with her. She was a pretty woman and they were intent on satisfying their sexual lust for her by taking it. There were three of them and without her having a weapon, she was powerless to fight them. Her only option was to give them what they wanted and hope to God they'd let her live. 

"We don't want your money and we don't want your jewelry, lady. We want you," said Clinton masked man.

There was a third man, tall and slender, and in the way the other two perceived him and denoted him, he appeared to be in charge of this little group. He wore a clown mask. Especially since those horror movies that highlighted evil, murderous clowns, she hated clowns. Her psychologist told her she had coulrophobia, the fear of clowns. Never again could she attend another circus or a children's birthday party, where they had clowns blowing up balloons without having anxiety and panic attacks then, and nightmares later.

Once in the guest bedroom, they pushed her on the bed and when they did, her skirt nearly went up to her waist and she flashed them her white panties. It's funny the things she thought. About to be stripped naked, she was suddenly more concerned with fluffing down her skirt and keeping her legs closed to deny them a look between her legs of her underwear. Now, sitting up helplessly on the bed and surrounded by three men intent on having their way with her, she was panicked out of her mind. This is it, no more stalling, it was happening.

As if watching him in slow motion, she watched clown face reach out his hand and touch her breasts through her blouse, while the other two men watched intently.

"There's something about blondes that makes me hot", he said. "I like blondes and you're the prettiest blonde I've ever seen. Are you a real blonde or are you a bottle blonde."

"I was born a blonde," she said.

"Well, we'll soon find out how blonde you are. We shall see if your carpet matches your drapes," he said with a laugh. "What's your name?"

"Marilyn," she said.

"Your parents must have been fans of Marilyn Monroe, you with your long, blonde hair and big boobs" he said reaching out to touch her hair and feel her boobs, "to have named you Marilyn. That's a perfect name for you. You look a little like her."

Her heart sunk when he gave her the thought that they were going to strip her and see her naked. Except for the time that her cousin entered her bedroom and got a quick look of her tits and pussy, while she was pulling up her bathing suit, no one has seen her naked, except for her husband. Now these three animals will see her without her clothes.

He groped her tits through her bra and once her nipples made an appearance, he coaxed them out further with the skillful play of his fingertips. She figured he'd think she was aroused now that her nipples were erect. Just the opposite, she was, as sickened as she was, frightened. Then, he lowered his face to her breasts and sucked her nipples through her blouse and bra, first one and then the other. Throwing up in her mouth a little, she thought she was going to vomit on his head, but she controlled the urge for fear that he'd beat her if she did. Now, she had two big wet stains on the front of her white blouse.

In one quick pull of her silk blouse, he ripped it wide open exposing her bra and abundant cleavage. Then, he lifted her skirt nearly above her waist exposing her white panties and pried open her knees with his hands. Never had she been so exposed since the time she had the car accident and they cut her clothes off. She had forgotten about that and with good reason. Her husband hadn't survived. She thought it had been only her cousin and husband who had seen her naked, but God knows how many men had seen her naked the day of the accident, from the police officers at the scene, to the fireman and the EMT's, to the doctors and male nurses in the emergency room. Now, as she did then, she used that emotionally traumatic experience as her reason to hide.

Unable to escape them physically, his violent action gave her the reason to withdraw herself, the only way she knew how, mentally. Taking a step closer and putting a knee on her bed, he cupped her tit and felt the weight of her ample breasts in each hand. Oblivious to his touch, sitting motionlessly in the middle of her bed and staring off somewhere behind him, she was already in shock. Then, he felt her between her legs and cupped her pussy through her panty.

She felt his finger trace the area of her slit and immediately, she felt a warm rush. She was moist. She was aroused. It had been a long time since anyone had touched her there. It had been a long time she had sex. She was hot. She was horny. She was afraid.

She missed the touch of a man. She missed the feel of a cock, when deep inside her and with her arms and legs wrapped around her lover, while kissing him. She missed her husband, dead before his time, killed in a tragic car accident, an accident that was her fault. She had been driving drunk. And now this. Hasn't she had enough misery?

Yet, these weren't the men she wanted. Only, she couldn't control what her body felt and what her body wanted. She had no control over what she needed and what she needed and wanted now was to feel a cock. She had denied herself from being with anyone for so long and, now, she was ready to fuck, even these three men. Their touch had reawakened something in her she thought had died when her husband died, and now she was angry that these men made her feel so helpless. It was then that she was determined to never feel helpless again.

The reality that now seemed surreal gave her the ability to disappear from her bedroom and from him. Safe from their harm, she hid herself somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind. Only, she worried, what if she didn't come back? Besides, even though it disgusted her, it felt good when he cupped her pussy through her panty with his palm and traced her slit with his stiff finger. She figured he'd want her to suck his cock and she would. She was horny enough. Going back and forth from horniness to fright, her body played games with her emotions. 

Fortunately, she couldn't afford the luxury of hiding herself somewhere too deep in her mind. She needed to be there in the room with her assailants. Looking for tattoos, scars, molds, anything that will help her in the identification of them, she needed to be able to pick them out of a lineup and identify these asses to the police later. She needed to take her revenge by putting them all behind bars for the rest of their lives for what they were about to do to her.

Marilyn was always proud of her tits. She did have nice ones. She had a rack. She had the kind of boobs that women would pay thousands of dollars to a plastic surgeon to get. She had firm C cups breasts that were still as high up as they day she got them when she developed boobs, as a pre-teen, and the few men she had shared her body with always complimented her and commented that she had the best breasts they've ever seen, felt, and sucked. Because they were so perfect, a few even asked if they were real and they were. Genetically blessed, her mother had similar breasts that looked much the same in her seventies, as they did in her thirties. Now, wanting to deny them their fun, she wished she was flat-chested. 

"Wait, please don't tear my clothes. I'll take them off, if this is what you really want. Only, please reconsider. If you stop now, nothing has happened. You can still leave and I won't even call the police," she said taking the opportunity to look from one intruder to another, while making note of their approximate heights and weights. "Only, don't hurt me. I have a son. He's living with his dad. We're divorced."

"I don't give a shit about your personal life, Marilyn, just get them clothes off," said the third man, the Caucasian man, wearing a President Clinton mask.

Marilyn stood from her sitting position on her bed. Like spectators standing at a carnival exhibition or in front of a stage in a strip tease club, the men excitedly watched her undress. 

"That's right, baby," said the big, black man wearing a monster mask. "Give us a little strip tease show. Wiggle that ass. Show me that booty."

She shed her blouse and reached down and unzipped her skirt allowing it to fall in a wrinkled mess at the foot of her bed. Unable to look at the masked men, she looked down taking not of their footwear, black Reeboks on monster man, blue Nikes on clown face, and green Adidas on Clinton head. Still with her eyes averted from theirs, she paused before reaching around behind her to unhook her bra. Just as she unhooked it, the man wearing the clown mask reached his hand and pulled it off her. Out of reflex more than anything else, even embarrassment, she covered her breasts with her hands.

"Show us them tits, baby," said the man wearing the monster mask. "Put your hands down by your side." Now standing before the men topless, Marilyn obeyed. "Wow! Those are the best boobs I've ever seen."




Hostage Horror On Halloween



"She does have a nice rack," said the Hispanic man wearing the clown mask.

"Those are a great set of knockers," said monster man reaching out his hand to fondle them. "Are they real?"

"Yes, they're real," she said wanting to proudly puff out her chest but deciding it wasn't the appropriate time.

"That too," said the Clinton impersonator pointing to her panties. "Take off those panties. Show us your pussy. I need to know if you're shaved, trimmed or bushy. We need to know if you're a real blonde," he said sharing in the laughter of the other two.

She peeled her panties down and off. Nervously, dreading what was to happen next, she stood before them naked. Quickly, the men stripped out of their clothes.

"It's nice you shaved your pussy for us, lady. But how'd you know we'd be coming," said clown man laughing a contagious laugh that made his two cohorts laugh, too.

"Turn around and bend over. Show me that ass," said monster man.

"Get down on your knees," said Clinton masked man. "Make me hard with your mouth. Suck it," he said pushing her head forward.

Reluctantly, she took his cock in her hand and stroked him hoping she could get him off with her hand instead of having to suck him with her mouth. 

"Suck it, Baby. Suck my cock, now," he said grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling hard. When she opened her mouth to yell, he filled her mouth with his passion. "Do it! Suck my cock!"

Realizing she had no choice, not wanting them to hurt or kill her, she accepted his cock in her mouth. With his hand to the back of her head, she had little choice. While she was blowing Clinton man, the clown man stepped closer and moved her hand to his cock. While blowing one, she stroked another.

Then, the monster man grabbed her other hand and moved that to his cock. Much like trying to rub the top of your head while rubbing your stomach in the opposite direction, she was having difficulty giving hand jobs to two men, while blowing a third, but she did, the best she could. Clown man helped her suck his cock by fucking her face and moving her head back and forth. Then, monster man turned her head toward him and stuck his big, black prick in her mouth. Much bigger than the other two men, she had to stretch her mouth to accommodate him and was mercifully happy when clown man turned her head toward him and stuck his average size cock in her mouth. 

Still in shock, Marilyn allowed them to do whatever it was they wanted and needed to do. Then, clown man took a camera from his pocket.

"Smile! Say cheese!"

Clown man fired some quick shots of Marilyn naked and on her knees sucking their cocks.

Now, taking turns blowing the three men and repeating the action, until they all had their fill of her mouth, when Clinton man pulled her hair and pulled her back on the bed, it was time for her to lay on her back and fuck them.

"Move your ass. Hump me back, bitch. Pretend you love me," said the clown man laughing. 

Marilyn made a feeble attempt at humping the man and pushed him off, as soon as she could feel him coming inside of her.

Then, it was monster man's turn to fuck her and true to his mask, he had a monster of a cock. She gasped, when she saw first saw it the first time, when giving him a hand job, and gasped again when he stretched her with it to accommodate the huge size of it in her mouth and now it filled her pussy. As quick as he was violent in fucking her, he moved aside to give Clinton man a turn at her.

Clinton man was more of a lover and the way he was going at her, you would have thought they were boyfriend and girlfriend. Moving his mask away, he sucked her tits. Marilyn tried to get a glimpse of his face, but couldn't.

True to their word, they didn't hurt her. They let her go and disappeared into the night. Marilyn rushed downstairs after she heard her front door close and bolted it. Then, she took a long, hot shower trying to wash the memory along with the stink of them away, while she cried in the shower.

She didn't report the incident. She couldn't. She could just see the newspaper now. After reading the story of Marilyn's Halloween nightmare in the newspaper, next Halloween, most parents would steer their children away from her house out of respect or out of fright of what happened to her may happen to them, people in the town avoided her. She'd lose many of her friends. She couldn't teach Sunday school anymore. Because the way she looked, how pretty she was or how she dressed, there'd be those who thought it was her fault. 

Now alone and sitting in the dark, a prisoner in her own house, she was a wreck. Then, she heard it. The sound of breaking glass. It came from the kitchen. The red light on the alarm panel was flashing. She typed in her code to turn off the alarm before it sounded and stopped the flashing red light before the security agency summoned the police. Someone had opened her back door. Someone was in her house. She heard him moving around in her kitchen.

She dislodged the cat, got up, and deposited the cat in the chair behind her. She didn't want the cat unduly riling the intruder. With gun in hand, she hugged the living room wall and stealthily walked nearer to the front door. Cloaked within the darkness of the living room, she watched as the home invader crept to the front door. As soon as he neared the front door, the light from outside lit him up enough for her to see who it was. It was Clinton man, the Hispanic man. Coming up from behind him, she put the gun to his head.

"You move and your brains will decorate my wall. Now, unlock the door and let your two friends in for our little Halloween reunion party."

Clinton man unlocked and opened the front door. In walked monster man and clown man. Once inside with the front door secured, Marilyn made her presence known to the two men.

"Is she home," asked clown man?

"She's there behind me," said Clinton man with a nod of his head with her gun still pressed to his temple.

"Shit, shit, shit." said monster man. "I told you we shouldn't come back here."

"Did you bring your camera," asked Marilyn of clown man?

"Yeah," he said reaching in his pocket and handing her the camera.

"This is a nice camera. Who'd you steal this from?"

"You're mother," said clown man

"You already know where the guest bedroom is. Go," she said motioning them with her hand gun.

In a quick motion, Clinton man pulled a knife from his pocket, turned, and slashed at Marilyn. In one fluid movement, Marilyn took a step back allowing the blade of the knife to pass within an inch of her and then lifted her right leg and kicked the pressure point in his forearm. The man dropped the knife in a scream of pain. Then, she hit him on the side of the head with the gun and reached down to pick up and pocket the knife.

"Fuck lady! Take it easy," said Clinton man. "I wasn't going to hurt you, just scare you a little."

"Fuck you weren't. You'd kill me if you could."

"Go upstairs now or I'll shoot you where you stand. You should have known better to take a knife to a gunfight," she said with a deranged little laugh. "Move your asses, but go slow. You run and I'll shoot you in the back of the head."

The three men filed upstairs, as if they were ushers in a wedding procession.

"What are you gonna do with us, Lady? I have to get home to my kids," said Clinton man.

The three men filed in the guest bedroom.

"I don't give a shit about your personal life," said Marilyn, "just get them clothes off." They started undressing, while Marilyn stood like a spectator at a carnival exhibition or in front of a stage in a strip tease club. 

"That's right, baby," said the Marilyn to the big black man wearing a monster mask. "Give us a little strip tease show. Wiggle that fat ass. Show me that booty," she said giving him a swift kick in the ass.

The men shed their shirts and reached down and unzipped their pants allowing them to fall in a wrinkled mess at the foot of her bed. Unable to look up at her, they kept their eyes downcast, as they removed their t-shirts.

"C'mon, quit your dawdling. Get naked. Take everything off, including your sneakers and socks."

Out of reflex more than anything else, even embarrassment, they all covered their cocks with their hands.

"Show me them cocks. I want to see cocks," she said to the three men reaching out and giving each cock a pull. "Put your hands down, I said." Now standing before Marilyn naked, the three men obeyed. "Wow! Those are the best cocks I've ever seen today."

"You had your fun. Can we go now, Lady," said clown man?

"Lady? My name is Marilyn. Why would you want to leave now, when the party is just starting. What's your names?" The men stood mute. "Take your wallets out of your pants and give them to me." Marilyn pulled their drivers' license from their wallets and read the names. "Oscar Hernandez aka Bill Clinton, Victor Ruiz aka clown man, and Tyrone Washington aka monster man. Well, well, now that we all know one another, let's have some fun, shall we?"

"What are you doin', Lady, I mean, Marilyn? You made your point, just let us go," said Victor.

"I'm going to teach your boys a lesson. I'm going to do to you what you did to me," she said giving them a look that would have frightened any men who had a gun pointed at their genitals.

"What are you talkin' about lady," asked Tyrone?

"Do you know how degrading it was for me to suck the cocks of three strange men?" They all looked at her without talking. "Well, I'm going to show you. You," she pointed her gun to Victor, the leader of the group, get on your knees...now!"

"Lady, c'mon," protested Victor but obeying. "You," she pointed to Tyrone. "Go and stick your cock in his mouth."

"No way," said Victor. "I ain't sucking no cock. I'm not gay."

"Suck his cock or die," she said pulling the hammer back.

"Fuck you, Lady. Go ahead and shoot me because..." In one quick motion, Marilyn pulled the trigger and fired. "Mother fucker! You shot my fucking ear off." 

"I just clipped it a little. You're lucky I missed on purposed. The next one is going through your head. Now, suck your friend's cock and blow him like you love him."

"You say anything about this to anyone and I'll kill you," he said to Tyrone. Victor opened his mouth and accepted Tyrone's cock.

"Now, fuck his mouth, Tyrone the way that you fucked my mouth. Pretend you're in prison. Put your big paw to the back of his head and hump his mouth. Yeah, that's it. Hump him harder," she said kicking Tyrone in the ass again.

"You," she said pointing to Oscar. "Fuck Tyrone up the ass. Show me how much you love your friend's ass by fucking it."

"Hey, no fucking way," said Tyrone. "Ain't no one gonna fuck me up the ass like a bitch."

"Maybe, you'd rather I fuck you up the ass with my bullet," said Marilyn sticking the cold steel barrel of her .38 up the ass of Tyrone.

Then, Marilyn turned and stuck her gun up Oscar's ass. 

"Do it! Fuck him."

Oscar stepped forward, positioned himself, and started fucking Tyrone anally while Victor sucked Tyrone's cock. 

Marilyn reached in her pocket and pulled out her digital camera. 

"Smile! Say cheese!"

She fired away several shots of Victor blowing Tyrone and Tyrone getting fucked up the ass by Oscar.

Then, she waited while watching, as Tyrone put both hands to the back of Victor's head and unleashed a load of cum that gagged his friend. Victor pulled free and spit Tyrone's cum on her carpet, just as Oscar shot a load up Tyrone's ass.

"Hey, mother fucker," said Tyrone pulling away from Oscar and dislodging his cock. "What the fuck you doin' back there?"

"Now, all of you, get the fuck out of my house. If you return, I'll send these pictures to the newspaper and all your little friends will see what gay lovers the three of you are."

The three men reached for their clothes.

"Leave them. Either walk out naked or go out by stretcher naked. It's your call. I can shoot you all dead where you stand and no court would convict me, three, naked, masked men in my house and in my bedroom. All I'd have to do before the police come is tear my clothes, sit on my bed, and cry."

The three men filed downstairs naked.

"Wait," she said. "I almost forgot. You never got your candy from last year," she said. "I already gave you my trick, so here's your treats," she said handing them the candy. "Now, get the fuck out of my house and if you return, I'll kill you." She stood on her stoop and waved to them, as they ran naked down the street. "Happy Halloween."



Hot, Kinky Sex



Damian entered the small room, taking notice of all the furnishings; there was king size bed against the far wall, covered in a black, silk cover, a wooden desk with a chair to the right side, and in the left corner there was a slightly open door, leading to a small bathroom. Veronica enters the room from the bathroom. She is about 5'5" tall, around 115 lbs. She is slightly tan, and is wearing a black, lacy bra and thong, complete with stockings. She is very skinny, with a slim waist, but has large, supple breasts, obviously implants, either large C or small D cup size. She is wearing a lot of makeup and has light blonde hair, which she is wearing down. It is straight and goes to just above her upper back.

She leans over the front of the bed and quietly says, "Just watch for a minute." She reaches her hands around and pulls her thong down to her ankles, then steps out of it. She continues bending over the bed, raising her tight, plump ass into the air. She spreads her legs wide, causing her shaven slip to open slightly. She reaches her hands around and spreads her ass cheeks apart, exposing her clean, pink anus. Damian has already undressed, and now, unable to control himself, grasps Veronica around the waist and ass, then drives his tongue deep into her anus. He licks it dry, then spreads it open and spits into it, then begins sliding his tongue in and out of her ass. His saliva drips out of her ass and onto her pussy, which is starting to become wet.

Veronica's ass is dripping with spit, and now Damian says, "Alright bitch, now to lube me up." With that, he lifts her legs up, dropping her head to he ground, the slides her up towards the top of the bed, until her head is hanging over the edge of the bed. He squeezes either side of her head tight, saying, "Open up, whore." Veronica opens her mouth wide, and Damian slams his now rock hard cock down her throat. He pumps himself deep into her throat as she chokes and gags for air on his 9 inch dick. Her head rocks violently with every thrust. Now Damian wraps his hands around her neck even tighter, feeling his cock ramming her throat over and over. 

He removes himself and Veronicas face is dripping with saliva. Damian's dick is now smeared with spit from tip to base, and as Veronica coughs and gasps for air, she is able to yell, "Fuck my asshole! Fill my ass with your dick! Now! Fuck me now!" He pulls her head down to the floor again, then puls her legs over her until they too touch the ground right beside either side of her face. Her makeup is smeared all over her face and neck, and her eyes are still watering frm the intense throat fucking. 

Her pussy and ass are now straight up in the air, and Damian climbs over Veronica and bends his erection down, just slightly into her tight ass. He then slams his torso downward, jamming his massive dick deep into her ass. She screams and moans with pleasure. "Ohhh! Fuck yes! Fuck me!" Spit is oozing out of her anus, all over Damians cock, and is running down her back and thighs. He pulls his cock out and wraps his fingers around her plump, now reddened ass and into her anus. He pulls apart as hard as he can, gaping Veronica's ass wide open. He leans his face over her ass and licks the rim of her anus, then spits into her spread hole. It bubbles back out as her ass clenches tight.

Both now stand up. Damian lays face up on the bed, then Veronica hovers over him and leans herself onto his rock hard member. Buffy now enters the room. She is taller than Veronica by about an inch, and weighs slightly more, maybe 120 lb. She is completly naked, has dirty blonde hair and, like Veronica, has a completely shaven pussy. Her tits are lager than Veronica's, about DD's and also implants. She is strapping on a large, flesh colored dildo, almost ten inches long. Veronica bobs up and down on Damian, facing Buffy, her tits bouncing around in her bra.

Damian removes Veronica's bra, exposing her large, now erect tits. Veronica leans back and lies over Damian with his dick still deep in her anus. Damian reaches over the top of Veronica to her loins and grasps her thighs, then pulls them apart. He then spreads her pussy lips wide open, and with that, Buffy slams the dildo all the way into Veronica. Buffy climbs on top of Veronica and begins licking her breasts and sucking her tits, all the while jamming the dildo deep into her pussy. "Oh fuck yes! Fuck my cunt! Fuck it harder you fucking slut!" Veronica screams.

After a few moments of harcore fucking, Damian almost cums, but both Veronica and Buffy climb off before he does. They both walk into the bathroom. Damian hears the sound of the shower, then walks in after the girls. He walks in and finds them in the shower, embracing each other, making out and licking each other, the large dildo stuck deep within Veronica's pussy. Damian climbs in behind Veronica and lifts her legs up, which she wraps around Buffy. He slides his dick into Veronica's gaping asshole,and both Buffy and Damian lean together and ram themselves in and out of Veronica.

As the hot water sprays her face, making steam rise throughout the entire bathroom, she moans with pleasure. Veronica is wedged between the two bodies, so Damian reaches around and cups both of Veronica's boobs, then squeezes, filling the hot, soft flesh in his fingers. Damian rams himself harder and harder into Veronica until he cums, deep within her anus. All three seperate, and Buffy lays on the floor with Veronica squating over her face, both dripping wet. Buffy spreads Veronica's ass apart and laps up the cum that drips out of the gaping asshole onto her face. Veronica then flips over, lays on top of her, and licks the cum off Buffy's face, too.



Hot Kisses & Near Misses



***All the accounts in this story are 100% true***

I.

I am a married man, 30 years old, and what I'm about to tell you is my true story about how I became curious about other men. It started about 5 years ago. At the time, I was dating the woman I would later marry. We had been dating for about 2 years. She was a good, virtuous, church-going woman; a virgin when we met, and a virgin when we married. I loved her very much (still do) and was very much ok with the decision not to have sex prior to our wedding night.

My girlfriend had left some books and some other items at my house, and had asked that I drop them off at her home, which she shared with her parents and brother. I had the day off, a nice, sunny summer day, and decided to go over in the late afternoon, in the hope that nobody would be home. As luck would have it, when I pulled up in front of the house, neither of her parent's nor her brother's cars were in the driveway, and I knew that I would be in and out in no time. I gathered her belongings and grabbed the key that they left under the mat out by the back door. I was all set to leave the items on the kitchen table, but heard some noise coming from upstairs. I figured since nobody was home, I ought to check it out, to make sure it wasn't a burglar. 

As I quietly crept up the stairs, I could hear music and some muffled moaning. In my heart of hearts, I knew it was porno music that I was hearing, but with the driveway empty, I really thought I ought to take a peek as to what was going on, again, just to make sure it wasn't somebody in there that wasn't supposed to be. As I turned the corner at the top of the stairs, I could see into the family room, and could see the television and most of the couch. Lying on the couch was my girlfriend's brother, and from what I could see, he was completely nude. From the way he was laying on the couch, I knew he wouldn't be able to see me unless he either arched his head completely back or got up from the couch. The action on the tv was pretty hot – a big-titted blonde getting hammered by a black guy with a cock the size of a horse. But I found myself mesmerized not by that hot action, but by Andy stroking his big, fat, 9-inch cock.

I had seen plenty of naked men before, in the way we all do – in the showers in gym class, in pornos, etc., but I have NEVER found myself attracted to another man. I even once had a guy that I'm sure most women would consider a hunk hit on me at the beach, but I politely turned him down and forgot all about it a few minutes later. But this time, I couldn't pry my eyes away. I was instantly hard and found myself absent-mindedly rubbing my cock through my shorts. Maybe it was the combination of seeing him stroke it along with the action of the video; maybe it was the fact that it was somebody I knew and knew very well (he was only 2 years younger, and had become a close friend). Either way, I was turned on in ways I had never been before.

I needed relief badly (you'll recall that my girlfriend and I weren't having sex), so I decided to just pull it out and start jerking right there at the entrance to the family room. I was leaning up against the doorjamb and stroking in time with his rhythm. He kept making these guttural groans that I was suddenly finding very sexy. Thoughts of sucking on his cock, swirling my tongue around and around his head, and slurping up his precum permeated my mind. I wanted so badly to walk over to him, drop on my knees and take that beast of a cock in my mouth. But I knew that, knowing him, knowing he was straight and knowing that if he ever told his sister, our relationship would be over kept me from advancing at all. So I stayed back, mouth watering and cock about to explode. I didn't even think about what I would do when I came...where would I shoot it? In my hand? I didn't care. I was just in a blind lust to release my cum with Andy's beautiful cock in my sight. 

But then the phone rang. Andy quickly jumped to his feet and spun around, cock standing out at full attention. He looked into my eyes and I froze. We both did. It was only for a moment or two, but it felt like an eternity. He suddenly seemed to shake himself awake, clicked the tv off, and ran to answer the phone, which was just down the hall. 

I didn't know what to do. I decided I at least needed to apologize for startling him, and figured I could always say I was checking on the noise and was turned on by the video and got carried away. I pulled my shorts back up and headed over to the couch.

He was on the phone for about 3-4 minutes, which gave me time to work on my story, and, more importantly, to let my dick deflate back to its normal non-erect size.

When he came back in, he was wearing a pair of running shorts and was carrying a couple of beers. He handed me one and asked how long I had been standing there. He was in good spirits about it and didn't seem too upset. I don't think he knew that I could see him from my vantage point. We sort of shot the shit for a few moments, and then he asked me if I wanted to continue watching the video. I said sure.

We started watching again, and within just a few minutes it was painfully obvious that we were both raging hard again. I had never actually watched porn in the presence of another guy before, and I'll admit, it was difficult not to play with myself. About 15-20 minutes into it, I couldn't take any more. I started to get up and told him that I was going to go to the bathroom, and he said, "You know, we both just saw each other's junk...I'm cool with you finishing yourself off here, if you don't min me doing the same. Besides, there's an amazing scene of this girl taking it up the ass in a few minutes, and I like to, ah...finish up while watching that part, in particular."

What the hell...as he said, we had seen each other's manhood a few moments ago, when he got up to answer the phone. We were both grown men, we both knew what the effects of the movie were doing to each other, and we both shared the desired result.

So I sat back down, and pulled off my shorts, laying them on the floor at the end of the couch. He did the same, and we both began stroking together while watching the video. As hard as I tried, though, I couldn't keep my eyes on the screen, and kept trying to steal quick peeks at Andy's prick. And out of my peripheral vision, it really appeared to me that he was doing the same. I'm no slouch at 6 and a half inches myself, but still, I had nothing on him. The thought that he kept looking over was pushing me closer to the edge. I began looking at his a little longer, hoping to get caught. And I would try to catch him, too. Then it happened. He looked over at my cock, and then up into my eyes, and I didn't look away like I had been up until that point. We just stared into each other's eyes, and I began slowing my pace down. He followed suit. I licked my lips, and he looked down at my crotch for a good 20 seconds straight. I wanted to cum so badly right then, but I didn't want this to end. He reached over to the table for the remote control and flipped the tv off. Then he turned a bit on the couch so that he was facing me, and said, "This is hot." He draped a leg over the back of the couch, spread his legs far apart and leaned back, far enough for him to reach down with his hand that wasn't stroking his cock, and he started playing with his ass hole. Oh my god, he was driving me nuts! He came like that, shooting straight into the air and all over his stomach. A little even hit my knee. I don't know how the hell I was holding out so long, but it just wasn't ready to explode yet. He leaned forward and came up to kiss me. It was very tender...no tongue, just lips. Then he started to nibble on my lower lip. He pulled back and I could see the hunger in his eyes. He reached down and took my dick in his hand, and leaned back in for another kiss. This time, however, as our lips met, we heard a noise downstairs. 

His fucking parents came were home! Luckily, since we were upstairs, they were completely unaware of our condition. I picked up my clothes and ran to the bathroom; Andy gathered his shorts and video and ran to his bedroom.

When I went downstairs, Andy was dressed and talking to his parents, who were blissfully unaware. I said a quick hello, explained I was there just to drop off some of my girlfriend's stuff, and had to leave. Andy didn't even acknowledge my presence – he didn't even look me in the eye.

I was so hot from that experience that I pulled over on the side of a secluded road and jerked off.

II.

I didn't see Andy again after that for about a week or so, and strange as it sounds, we never discussed it again, until about a year later. I was still dating his sister, who was still saving herself for marriage, and I was still ok with this. Andy and I continued to grow close as I spent a lot of time with his family at holidays, etc. Over the course of the year since our "hook-up", if you could even call it that, Andy had a handful of girlfriends, all of which were drop-dead gorgeous. Judging by the stories I heard from mutual friends, it was clear he was not saving himself for marriage.

Again, it was a nice summer weekend, and my girlfriend and her parents went away to a family gathering. I couldn't attend due to work obligations, and it was the same weekend that Andy had some things planned with his girlfriend. One of these things was a party he was throwing at his parents' house. He asked if I would be interested in coming along, and figured that since we had some mutual friends, it ought to be a good time. The beer was flowing and the music was playing...it was a good time. 

Around 1:30 or so in the morning, I decided that I better head out, since I had to work early the next morning. I had been asking around if anybody knew where Andy was, and I was told he might be upstairs. The family room (where our incident had occurred) was usually off-limits to party goers, as his parents had some nice vases and artwork in there – stuff he didn't want destroyed accidentally. 

I called his name out as I reached the top of the stairs, and I heard him answer from his bedroom. He was on the computer checking some stuff out and asked that I shut the door behind me. I was in the process of telling him that I was about to take off when he got up from his computer to say goodbye and say that he wished I could stay longer. I don't know what came over us, but all of a sudden, we just sort of lunged at each other and began making out. Never in my life had I been kissed like this, or enjoyed a kiss as much as this. His tongue, sliding in and out of my mouth, seemed to awaken my cock. He started grinding his cock into mine, and we fell onto his bed, arms wrapped around each other. He pulled off my shirts and licked me from my lips, down my chin and neck, and then paused at my nipples. I grabbed his hair in my hand, shoved his mouth onto my nipple, and thrust my crotch up, grinding my jeans-covered cock against his. 

We then heard his girlfriend calling out his name, and he told me to get into his closet, and quick. I did as he asked and made it in just enough time to hide myself from his girlfriend. Thankfully I didn't have time to start undressing him yet, but she still knew something was up. "Were you looking at that porn site on your computer again?" she asked, with a wicked grin on her face. He answered her by jamming his tongue down her throat. The quickly started to re-enact the scene that just moments ago he and I had started.

From my place in the closet, I could see and hear everything. His girlfriend was amazingly hot – model material, and he was taking full advantage of that. They fucked like rabbits while I watched. But since the closet was cramped, I couldn't relieve myself at all without making it obvious that I was in there.

After about 10 minutes of her riding on top of him, he made her get on her knees facing the closet. I could tell that he was looking in at me (I'm sure he couldn't see me), but the thought of me watching must have been exciting him. He started to get vocal, saying things like "Oh god, I can't wait to fuck your ass...I'm gonna fuck your ass so fucking hard." His girlfriend, between moans and grunts, kept saying, "Andy, I told you...I'm not into anal." He wasn't talking to her. That much I knew. He was looking right at me and talking to me.

They finally ended up passing out about 50 minutes later, and I quietly crept out of the room. I was as horny as I had ever been in my life, and I knew that I needed something more than just my hand tonight. I am not the cheating type of guy, but this night, I needed to get laid, for my own sanity. I knew that one of Andy's girlfriend's friends had a crush on me, and she was pretty fucking hot, so I quickly found her, snuck up behind her, making sure she could feel my hardness as it rested against her ass, and whispered into her ear, "I want to make you cum tonight like you never have before." She spun around and started kissing me, and we went up to my girlfriend's bedroom. I fucked her rotten, right in my girlfriend's bed. I did things to that girl that I had never done to any other girl, before or since. We both came multiple times. I came in just about every hole on her body, and more than once on her face. The sheets my girlfriend had on her bed had to be thrown away the next morning. She still has no idea what happened to them. I have never been with another woman.

But again, for the second time, Andy and I came close, but couldn't consummate out act.

III.

Andy moved away at the end of that summer, and no other chances presented themselves to us. I had finally put it out of my mind; he and I were never going to hook up, and I was fine with that. I still hadn't found any other men attractive or anything, and I think that getting that last fuck out of my system was a good thing, as my soon-to-be wife and I were growing closer every day.

Finally, the week of the wedding rolled around. We were having a very small wedding, just family and a few friends. I decided to forgo the usual bachelor party and instead went camping with some of my closest friends, including Andy. Nothing happened here, except for some good stories being told, and a lot of beers being drunk.

About two days before the wedding, Andy called me and said that he wanted to have a talk. I figured it was going to be the obligatory "break my sister's heart and I'll break your face" talk, and I was right. Andy came over the new apartment that my girlfriend still hadn't moved into, and we had a pizza and a couple of beers. We just shot the shit, like two brothers might, and there wasn't anything sexual or erotic about it. But I had to find out what that was all about previously.

Andy confessed that he had always found me attractive, and that scared him a little, because he considered himself straight. He said that the first time we hooked up, he knew that I would be coming over, and that he purposefully parked his car down the street. He waited until he heard me pull into the driveway and ran upstairs to turn on his porn video. The little shit had planned the whole thing. He also said that afterwards, he felt amazingly guilty about it and couldn't face me for weeks. I told him not to worry about it, and told him that I had watched him for a good 15 minutes before the phone rang. He said he knew, and that he could see me in the reflection of the television. I asked him why he didn't approach me or anything, and he gave me the same reason I gave him – that he was afraid his sister/family would find out, and that it would become a big mess. I asked him about the night in his bedroom, too, and he said that he was really drunk that night and only has a blurry memory of what happened. I recounted the events for him, and could tell he was getting aroused. I even told him about how I fucked his girlfriend's friend (leaving out that I did so in his sister's bed), and he began blushing wildly, saying that he knew. He had apparently fucked her the next day (which eventually caused him to break up with his girlfriend) and that she got freaked out when he started to ask a lot of details of what I was like in bed! 

Throughout all of this conversation, we were at the dining room table, eating out pizza and drinking some beers. I asked him if he had found himself ever curious about other guys, and he told me flatly, no. I said the same. We seemed willing to let it go at that, and started to clean up the table. We both ended up reaching for the same plate at one point, and a spark flew. 

We looked at each other for a long time, hands still touching, not sure of our next move. Words weren't necessary. I leaned into him, and first our lips met, then our tongues. It was a long, slow, hot, passionate kiss that could have gone on for weeks. He cradled my head in his, looked deeply into my eyes and said, "I have wanted you for so goddamn long. I need to at least feel you once." We started kissing again, much more passionately and feverishly. I hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt and started kissing my way down his flat chest, which was just kissed with hair. I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his belt. That act brought out from him the sexiest moan I had ever heard. He placed both his hands on the back of my head and said "God, I want you." 

In no time at all, I had his jeans down around his ankles. He had on white cotton briefs that were soaked at the tip of his cockhead. I put my mouth up to that spot and started to suck out his precum, right through the fabric. His knees started to buckle, and he came. I sucked some of his cum out and went back up to kiss him, so he could taste his own cum. We made out forever, rubbing our cocks together. 

We started out 69-ing on the dining room floor, and then moved to the bedroom. He sucked my cock better than anyone ever had. He told me I did the same (even though I couldn't take that much of his 9 inches down my throat...at first, anyway). We eventually took turns fucking each other's ass. I found out that night that there is no feeling on earth quite like cumming with a 9 inch cock buried balls-deep in your ass.

My girlfriend had some last-minute wedding plans to attend to the next afternoon, and I called in sick. Andy and I made love all morning, and all afternoon. We fucked in the bed, in the shower, and even had a quickie in his car right before he left for the day. We were like wild animals.

Two days later, I married his sister. Andy was the best man at the wedding. During the small reception, he asked me if I would ever consider making love to him again. I answered him by dropping to my knees and blowing him off in the back of the kitchen of the hall we were in. One of the waiters came by and saw us, and flashed up the thumb's up. We fuck regularly now, and I'll be damned if he isn't a better lay than his sister!



Indian Wife and Husband's Friend



It was a beautiful afternoon and the sun was shining brightly. Sonia and I were raking leaves and clearing up the house as any couple would do on a Sunday. We were getting ready for the boss to come to our house. He was trying to strike a deal with some new clients and it was our job to entertain them. They were going to come to the House at 5 p.m. Meanwhile a couple of guys from the office were supposed to come to set things up. I saw the boss' car pull up. Sonia, my wife, gave me a look like "Here you are, good luck." 

Mr. Sharma, the boss stepped out of his Esteem and walked over to us.

"Sonia, you look better each time I see you". He said, giving her a hug. I could see why he said that. She had just turned 30 and was still looking good. 

"Hi, Mr. Sharma. Thanks for the compliment. Don't worry, I will change before the guests get here." She was in bare feet wearing blue jeans and a work shirt.

"No, stay like that. We are shooting for informal, remember? I want them to feel at home. This is a very important deal and I want everything to go well." He said and then turned to me. 

"Amit, if we score this deal, you will need to start that new development department you have been asking me about. This is a make it or break it deal, man." That caught my attention. 

"What do you mean ‘break it’ Sir?" He became very serious and looked at Sonia. 

He leaned between the two of us and said, "The investors are looking to sell the company if we can't start moving ahead.... So lets really get these guys on our side, okay?" We both nodded to him and the three of us walked around to the back yard. We had set it up as a simple barbecue, there was a keg of beer and the grill was just getting warmed up.

"Here's the plan," Mr. Sharma explained. "Jim is bringing them over here in a few minutes and after a nice BBQ and a lot of beer, we have tickets to the overnight cricket match. They are looking forward to the pre-game entertainment..." He said with a glint in his eye. 

"What is that, exactly?" Sonia asked innocently "I thought it was simple outing for a few guests."

"No Sonia. By the way, did I tell you that these guys are from a big Japanese company? There are 3 of them, in their late forties and Sammy said that they like to get wild on their business trips.” 

"That sounds interesting, Mr. Sharma. Sonia said. "By the way, what is the entertainment before the game?" 

"Come on Sonia, let that be. This is the way business is conducted at high levels..."

"Please, I’d like to know. What is the entertainment tonight?" She persisted. 

"Okay. We are going to hire a stripper to entertain the clients at our own farm in the backyard before the game." 

"Now that is stooping low for business. Are your guys that desperate?" Sonia did not appear to be too pleased. 

"This is a big deal," I explained to her and then went into great detail about how this was a make or break deal for the company and for us personally.

"In other words, honey, we need to keep their attention or we lose the business". 

"Why would we lose their attention?" she asked, now very serious about the success of the evening. 

"Worldwide Inc. also wants their business and if they can lure them away from us to some other farm house, we might lose their attention and their business. I hope this goes smoothly tonight." I said. As the three of us were standing in the yard and talking, Jim arrived with the Japanese businessmen. They were all laughing and it appeared obvious that they were in the mood for recreation. Ties were off and they were relaxed. 

They came around to the back of the house and Jim closed the high gate and latched it when everyone was inside. They had the usual polite greetings and Sonia and I got them all situated comfortablyn chairs, drinks in their hands. It was a private gathering and the high fence around the yard made it more intimate. As Sonia mingled with the guests, I ran into the house to get the ringing phone. It was Singh. He was stuck at the stadium and he was having problems with the people who rented out the best seats. No strippers were available because of a number of other reasons, one of which was that they were unwilling to go to a farm house. He was going to leave the place and come to our gathering but he had no entertainment to offer. The stripper would also not come out to the suburbs because she did not want to be recognized. After he hung up I was confused. We needed to come up with something to show the guests that we meant business about signing them on. It was at that moment that Mr. Sharma entered the house. 

"Sir. That was Singh... no pregame entertainment." I gave him the details. "Well, shit. We need to do something or we are fucked." He said and we both just stood there trying to come up with an alternative. 

Then Sonia came in. "How's it going?" She said, then she noted that we were not so cheerful. 

"Honey, we need some entertainment for these guys. The stripper fell through." I said, looking out into the yard, watching Jim fill their glasses yet again with beer. 

"Those Japanese sure are having a nice time." She said. "They were looking at me like I was the next course after the hamburgers." 

Mr. Sharma stood in front of Sonia with a very solemn tone, glancing at me as he spoke. His tone was even, measured. "Sonia, we are in trouble. I am sure you understand the enormity of landing this Japanese deal, right?" 

She looked at him with an equally serious face and said, "Yes, I do." 

He continued. "I am going to say something that is very strange and I apologize ahead of time for what I am going to ask of you... actually both of you, in a way." 

Sonia looked at me and helped Mr. Sharma out. "You need entertainment and you need it now, right?" 

"That's right, Sonia..." "I know exactly how important this is and I also know that you are asking me to entertain these guys. Am I right?" 

Mr. Sharma and I looked at each other and nodded. "How far do I have to go... as a stripper, I mean..." She stammered. 

I stepped in. "Honey, I think I know what you are leading to but I want you to think over carefully what you are suggesting..." She continued. "Do you think a simple tease will be enough to keep their interest for a while?"

And then, taking me into a corner she asked, ”These Japs are strangers so stripping for them is not a problem. But what will your boss think? He has never seen me topless. I hope he does not form a poor opinion of me.”

I assured her that he would be grateful since this is being done for the firm as a whole. Mr. Sharma also joined us with a very worried look on his face. He gulped and said, 

"Yes, that may be all we need. I would never ask you to do more than that. We will present it like it is a joke and they will get so drunk that they won't even know that they missed the cricket match. If however they still want to go, we have no problems with that either.” 

"I'll give it a try. And just pray that I do not mess it up.? Just play along with me." And with that, she walked back out into the yard. "Is everyone doing well out here?" She asked everyone. They all shouted and said they were having fun and looking forward to a great evening. She smiled and looked at me, waiting for me to say something. 

"Honey, why don't we take some pictures for our guests to remember the evening?" I said loudly. "Wait, I have a camera!" Shouted the younger of the three Japanese, as he began rummaging through the jackets they had thrown onto one of the lounge chairs. 

"What shall we take pictures of?" Mr. Sharma asked, to no one in particular. Almost on cue, one of them suggested the hostess, if her husband had no objection. I was hardly in a position to say no, especially since Mr. Sharma looked so forlorn. They decided that she stand over near the fence with her hair loose and they took a few basic shots. It turned out that they each had a small camera in their jackets.

“Well, if the host and hostess are not prudes, why don’t they let us see the lovely lady in all her glory?” asked one of the Japs. Sonia looked at me and we both looked at Mr. Sharma whose position was really pitiable. So was mine for that matter. How could I suggest to my wife that she strip in front of strangers for the sake of our company? Sonia came up to where both Mr. Sharma and I were standing and looked me directly in the eye.

” I am with you in this. Just tell me, topless or the whole thing?” I gulped. What could one tell one’s wife in such a situation? And I was admiring her boldness. The maximum exposure that she had ever done was to go topless on a beach but on a beach there are only strangers. Here were people who she would run into day after day and know that she had been seen by them as I saw her night after night. 

“Do what you think fit.” I said. But Mr. Sharma’s body language insisted that she strip. I then suggested that she get behind a tree and act sexy. Sonia took the hint and stood between two trees and let out a few buttons on her shirt. The guests were snapping away and I could see that Mr. Sharma and Jim were also getting quite interested. I was very proud of my wife and I knew that she truly understood how important this day was. 

"Honey, try to unbutton the whole shirt and come out from behind the tree, Okay?" suggested one of them. She did it and she was smiling. I spoke to the guests by saying: "Gentlemen, would you like this to be more of an artistic photo session? I don't want to offend you..." The three of them went out of their way to inform me that they would be honored to take whatever photographs we considered comfortable and artistic. 

"Okay, honey, now come more into the sunlight so we can see you better." I said. She stepped into the fading sunlight and we could see that almost whole of her shirt was unbuttoned except for only one button.. "Now lets loose the shirt, Honey." She was apparently enjoying this display and this was a side of Sonia I had never seen before. It was getting to be more of a strip tease than a photo shoot but I was getting no complaints. She was enjoying the attention( or if she was acting she was a damn good actress) she was getting from the clients as well as my co-workers who just stood there, dumbfounded.

“How do you feel about the bra, Honey?" The Jap said. 

"Who needs it?" She replied, looking at me. Her bra was a netted one and even when she was wearing it we could see her brown erect nipples through the netted material. It was a front opening one and slowly almost teasingly she unhooked it. Her shapely breasts virtually leapt free and the sight of her juicy breasts with small erect nipples made the Japs gasp.

"... But first, lets even it out and lose the jeans. After all, is it fair to hide something good from the guests? No! Is that okay with everyone? No problems anywhere?" the Jap said.

He perhaps knew that if they played their cards right they would get to see their hostess nude very soon. Everyone agreed. Sonia however looked at me tentatively but since everyone appeared so keen she unbuttoned the solitary button of the jeans. Her belly button and the fair skin leading down to her pussy was now on display. She appeared to be as determined as us to ensure that the Japs were not displeased. She appeared to be a trifle nervous as she worked them down to her ankles accompanied by a loud chorus from the Japs who insisted that she get rid of her panties too. She slowly pulled off her jeans off her bare feet and at the same time, turned around to show us her fine posterior. The panty was one only for name sake. It was a thong one and both the cheeks of buttocks were visible and were looking extremely attractive. The only thing that remained to be on display was her very lovely pussy. What impressed me tremendously about Sonia was the alacrity with which she had agreed to do this for the sake of our company. I could see that Mr. Sharma too was looking her with a new found respect.

All of us looked absolutely mesmerized. It was as if we were watching a live performance and this woman was not my wife. It was when she pulled down her panty that I realized why she was uneasy. She had shaved off most of her pubic hair. The lips of her pussy were clearly visible. Nice and pink. Most of her bare body bore the mark of tanning except for her breasts and pubic area which was milky fair. She really showed us what she had and struck a very shy and modest pose. When she was done with the poses, one of the men offered her a blanket to sit on and she took it. The Japanese were very satisfied and it was with a deep sense of gratitude that they took our leave.

After the Japs and the others left we asked Mr. Sharma to stay over for the meal. Sonia surprisingly preferred to remain naked and served food for us like that only. It was the first time that she was serving food to a guest and indulging in small formal talk like any other hostess. The only difference was that she was in a completely nude state. Her small light brown nipples were erect and from this it was obvious that she too was excited. It was erotic to see her breasts bouncing when she went to the kitchen to fetch a replacement. The most erotic moment came when she went to answer the phone. The table on which we keep the phone is about two feet high and Sonia had to bend to write down the number. Since she had to note down a number she bent and both Mr. Sharma and I could see her posterior; the ass hole and the hairless pussy. She was perhaps unaware that we could see so much. I however felt a sense of pride because Sonia always took such good care of her body that it was a pleasure to watch her nude. After the food we came to see Mr. Sharma off. He thanked me, hugged and kissed Sonia for being so sporting and for the lovely dinner. I saw that his hand was at the base of her breasts, but he was decent enough not to squeeze the boobs but it did touch her nipples since they were really erect.

He offered me a promotion before leaving. We signed the client the following day and I felt absolutely wonderful. “I think I owe this promotion to the calculated risk you took in remaining nude even after they left.''

“Yeah!" Sonia replied." Since your boss had already seen me naked, it would have been stupid to dress up after the guests left. He may have even felt insulted that while Sonia has no qualms about exposing herself in front of strangers, in front of me she is acting pricey and snobbish. But was he happy?" 

"Happy? He must have been delighted. Especially when you bent and we saw your smooth pussy and ass hole clearly." 

Sonia was shocked. "O my God! I should not have bent. But that damn table was so low. I hope he was not offended. He did not form a bad opinion of me?" She started explaining. "That's okay" I said putting her nipple in my mouth and proceeding to undress her.

”Far from being offended he was absolutely delighted. I don’t think he ever got to see his wife’s asshole as clearly as he saw yours.” I laughed.

It was after this incident that I noticed a new sexual confidence in my wife. She became sexually more active and vocal; gave and received better oral sex; started wearing sexier clothes and the best part was that she was not at all embarrassed in front of Mr. Sharma. After all he had seen her as naked as I, her husband had seen her. To my surprise I myself was thrilled at this change. Previously she used to get worked up whenever I mentioned in jest, the number of girls I had had fun with in my university days. Now the wheel appeared to have turned full circle. She would keep pestering me to tell all the details about my lovemaking whether prior to my marriage or even after it. 

One day a friend of mine by the name of Rohit came over. He is a very old and dear friend. Unfortunately recently he was going through certain problems with his wife. He was genuinely unhappy and I decided to invite him over for dinner. Rohit is about one or two inches taller than me at 6 feet 2 inches and has a muscular build. That he was having problems with his wife was indeed a surprise because during our university days he had a way with girls and was one of the more envied people. He was staying in a hotel. Naturally this was unacceptable to me

“ Are you crazy? Staying in a hotel? Nothing doing. You pack your bags and come right away.” I said to him.

“Thanks a lot. I am not staying there because I did not know your address. I am busy during the day and have to leave tomorrow.” Rohit said.

“Okay, then but you are coming over tonight for dinner.” I said emphatically.

“Okay.” He laughed. I told Sonia about Rohit. That is another thing about Sonia that I find very endearing. She is always keen to welcome guests and never makes a long face although it is she who has to put in additional labour. Sonia stripped and took a bath. Emerging from the bathroom she admired her nude self. The slender neck, the flawless satin skin, the shapely breasts capped by chocolatish light brown nipples with small aerola, the sparse hair in the shaped pussy which did not do much to hide the lips of the labia, the long and lovely legs and her nail polished bare feet. A light golden chain in the neck with appropriately designed bangles on her wrists and a cute pair of silver anklets to adorn the bare feet. This would be the sight that she would be offering to her husband’s friend. She wrapped a blue sari around her slender waist. A matching sleeveless blouse accentuated her shapely fair arms. With her subtle makeup that consisted of matt lipstick and an oval bindi on her forehead and oxidized silver jewellery that included a ring in her recently pierced belly button she looked stunning.

As the meal progressed I happily noticed that she took a keen interest in Rohit’s problem. At one time it appeared that Rohit was to tell me something in confidence and alone but Sonia refused to leave.

“Okay, you can stay provided you too have a drink.” I said jokingly because I knew that Sonia disliked the taste of alcohol. To my surprise she however agreed. She grimaced as the liquid rolled down her throat but as time went by I could see the tension of a housewife had given way to the relaxed countenance of a young beautiful lady. After a couple of drinks even I was in a couldn’t care less mood and so insisted that she stay. It transpired that Rohit’s wife was not at all responsive sexually. For her it was a chore that had to be performed. Not the ecstatic experience that it was for Sonia. Both Sonia and I were very sad for Rohit. After the meal Rohit wanted to go back but we insisted that he stay over.

“Why must you act so pricey? It had been decided early in the morning that you would stay over.” I scolded him good humouredly.

“Okay, if that is not a problem with you guys. But I would like a wash first.” Sonia showed him into the common washroom and proceeded to change her own clothes. After a while he emerged and for a little while he and I sat together reliving the old times. I could feel the strong fragrance of cologne on his person. Obviously he had helped himself liberally to it while in the washroom. Sonia saw to it that his room had everything that was could be required. Bed, quilt, water, AC, everything was in place. Sonia too changed into a nightie( After the incident with the Japs she now possessed only sexy nighties where the breast could almost always be seen with a little effort) and we retired to our respective rooms. 

Just as we were about to turn in, there was some electrical fault and what followed was complete darkness in the building. After a while it became clear that a phase had short circuited and there was now no electricity in any room. The only thing that was working was the AC of our room since that took its current from another phase. Sonia was apparently quite tired after having prepared all the delicacies that we had enjoyed at dinner and within no time she was asleep. It was very hot and I felt bad that I had or rather we had asked Rohit to stay over. It would have been indecent on our part to have carried on sleeping while he sweated it out. I therefore got out of the bed and tiptoed to his room. There was nothing but sheer darkness everywhere. Then I noticed that the door of the balcony was open and he was standing there getting some respite from the fresh air. 




Indian Wife and Husband's Friend



“Rohit,” I whispered to him. “ Come inside. To our room. The AC there is working.” 

“No, you carry on.” He whispered back.” Why spoil your sleep because of me?” 

“Sonia is already asleep; so the question of her sleep being spoilt does not arise. And I, as you can still see am wide awake.” I replied.

“But there is only one bed there?” Rohit was still hesitant. “Aw, come on now.” I insisted.” Don’t be shy. Sonia is not sleeping naked.” I could see Rohit’s silhoutte shrugging his shoulders and following me to the room. In addition to the darkness there was just the silent humming of the AC. Both Rohit and I were in T shirts and shorts. I lay down in the middle and Rohit occupied the place that I usually occupy. Within five minutes even Rohit fell asleep. 

It seemed that either I had had too much to eat or perhaps there was some other problem but I couldn’t fall asleep. After tossing around for a while I decided to do what Rohit had been doing; i.e.to take some fresh air from the balcony the door of which was still open. I got out of the bed and very slowly proceeded to the balcony leaving behind on the same bed two people: my wife clad in virtually nothing but her bangles, necklace, anklets and a very thin nightie and my best friend, muscular and well built,a ladies’ man and one who had not been getting along with his wife recently. The fresh air was soothing and balmy. Somewhere in the distance I could hear the barking of dogs. Gradually I found myself going over the day’s events( a completely boring and useless exercise ) and I think that is when I dozed off. 

When I woke up with a start I think I had already been dozing off for almost two hours. The electricity had been restored and the fans were whirring. The lights were naturally off since they had been put off before we had turned in.I thought of entering my bedroom to wake up Rohit and to tell him that he could go back to his room since the electricity had been restored. However I was quite surprised to find Rohit awake. This surprised me no end. After all with the airconditioner on there was no reason why his sleep should have been disturbed. Sonia was still asleep. 

When I entered, it appeared to me as if Rohit had been expecting me. To me he appeared to be somewhat rattled and had a sheepish look on his face.. I told him that he could go to his room. He smiled and left the room. The rest of the night passed off uneventfully except for the fact that after Rohit’s departure Sonia gradually woke up. I found her to be even more sexually active and we made absolutely mind blowing love. She however appeared to be wetter than usual but this did not strike me as particularly strange. Perhaps a dream could have excited her. In my heart of hearts I was happy that due to Rohit’s visit my wife had become even more uninhibited.

However deep inside me something rankled. Why were these two awake when I was dozing in the balcony? What had transpired between them? Till now my wife had only exposed herself before Mr. Sharma, a few of my colleagues and the Japs. But that was in a very different set of circumstances. That incident had however broken the ice and she had started wearing sexier and more revealing clothes. She was in remarkably good shape. With a height of 5 feet and 4 inches in bare feet she had a firm bust of 34 B. Not only that she had a flair for carrying off both Indian and Western attire and looked incredibly stunning in both of them. 

I decidedly found her behaviour somewhat strange for a couple of days after Rohit’s departure. The only time when she came into her element was when we were in bed. At that time I found her to be even more active than what she had hitherto been.

However one time when I was in bed and waiting for her, she came to me and said to me. “Promise me that you will not be angry if I tell you something.” 

Thinking that it had something to do with domestic affairs I asked her to go ahead. 

“It has something to do with the night when Rohit stayed over.” She said looking me straight in the eyes.

I was surprised and frankly a bit apprehensive. “ What about it? Tell me!” 

“First promise me that you won’t be angry.” She repeated. 

“What is all this? You are driving me nuts. Okay I won’t be angry. What’s it?” My patience was running out. 

“Listen patiently. That night I was feeling very bad for Rohit. Sexual satisfaction is such an integral part of one’s life and Rohit was being denied that pleasure by his wife. Frankly I did not know that you had called him over and promptly left me lying there with him. You know that I like to sleep naked. It was because of his presence in the house that I was wearing a nightie. After an initial spell of sleep I decided to, well, make love to you.” Sonia fell silent. 

“Well, go on and don’t stop.” I said.

“I think I will complete it tomorrow.” she teased me.

“If you won’t complete that you won’t live to see tomorrow.” I replied. 

“My, my! How impatient you are. To complete it. Since I was still feeling the effects of the drinks that I had had with you I took off the nightie and directed his hand to my breasts thinking it to be your hand. I did think it to be a bit different but I couldn’t ever imagine that it was Rohit. Soon he cupped both my breasts gradually but firmly; like you do. I don’t even know when he took off all his clothes; he was as swift as that. I felt his tongue at the sole of my feet gradually tickling my inner thighs until I found his tongue exploring my pussy. You do it in a more gentler way but his tongue was literally pushing its way inside the pussy. I should have noticed it then and there only but I was too intoxicated and was perhaps calling your name. This is something I recall vividly. Not only that he was reeking of the very same perfume that you do and all the signals that I received from my subconscious was that the person lying in bed with me was my husband. You tell me what could I have done?” Sonia stopped speaking. 

“What happened?” I was breathless.

“Now you are being silly! What could have happened?” she asked me. 

“Complete it.” I could feel my cock hardening and I myself was surprised. Instead of being angry I was feeling more excited than I had ever been.

“His tongue found its way inside and he sucked at it like a man deprived for a very long time. What I thought was that it was your imagination in overdrive and the sheer presence of Rohit had got you so very excited.I therefore bent down, found his cock which was by then hard as a rock and slowly and proceeded very slowly to take him in my mouth. All men have different body odour but Rohit’s was masked by your cologne which he had apparently applied on his cock as well. He became very still wanting to savour every moment of the time his cock was inside my mouth. After having been with you for so long, I do know what pleases a man. I am sure the suck that I gave him must have been the best that he ever received.” Sonia said. 

“Is that all? Did he come inside your mouth?” I asked 

“No, you are forgetting that I was still under the impression that ‘he’ was you. And you always come in the pussy, don’t you? At least when you are making love to me,” she added teasingly as an afterthought. 

“For God’s sake tell me. Did he screw you?” I asked.

“Come on, now. These are not the words I expect my husband to use. Screw? Instead of ‘making love’ you used ‘screw’. This is derogatory indeed.” Sonia chided me.

I suddenly realized my mistake. If I was getting a thrill out of this I really should not have used these words.

“Okay, I am sorry. What happened next? Tell me in detail” I asked. 

“Okay, after some time I could feel that there was a lot of precum in my mouth. I therefore stopped. It was then that he made me lie down on my back. He has a knack with teasing the breasts. With my nightie he tied my hands with one another and teased the nipples without actually taking them inside his mouth. Once they were begging to be sucked he took them in his mouth and sucked them so hard that I virtually gasped. He then played with my anklets and then folded my legs so that the soles of my feet were at his muscular shoulders. It was at that moment that the realization started dawning on me that this man perhaps is not my husband.” Sonia said. 

“Muscular?” I said tentatively. I was in two minds i.e. whether to tell her that I was tremendously enjoying her description or to act angry like a typical Indian male.

“Yes, he has a nice body and is also somewhat taller than you . My knees were almost touching my nipples. I was wondering where you were but he had my body on fire so that I was not exactly in a position to think of anything else. I could feel his cock at the entry of my pussy. In fact the head was virtually embedded there in the folds of the pussy. I agree that I should have got to know this right in the beginning but the alcohol and the cologne was largely responsible for the delayed realization. And it was all so wet with the secretions. I think he was in two minds wondering that I may feel bad. But since I was mumbling your name constantly, he perhaps felt encouraged to go ahead. He then thrust his tongue inside my mouth. With my heels I dug into his tail bone and in no time I found him entering me. Once inside me he remained there for what seemed to be an eternity.”

“It felt nice?” I myself was unsure of the tone of my voice.

“Well, yes. It did. I do not think he was in a position to withdraw. He of course now realized that I didn’t know so I could feel that he was strangely silent. I felt bad for him as well and so kept on chanting your name so that he would feel easy. After all, once his cock had already entered my pussy, what good would it do if I made him realize that he was having sex with his friend’s wife. With you, of course, sex is an out of the world experience but he too was very nice. Moreover I had the satisfaction of knowing that what I was doing was good. Somewhere deep inside me I thought that you knew. However that assumption proved to be wrong. After a while he started making love by withdrawing fully and then thrusting his cock right upto the hilt. Each thrust of his was making me crazy with pleasure. This carried on till I was on he verge of an orgasm. By a strange co incidence he too discharged inside me at that very moment. God, was it a gush of fluids! It must have been stored inside him for months. I think the voices of pleasure that escaped from my throat must have woken you up. I knew that you would arrive so I promptly feigned sleep, not because I wanted to hide anything from you but because I didn’t want him to feel as if he had been caught taking advantage of his friend’s hospitality. Are you angry with me? Have I been unfaithful?” Sonia asked me anxiously waiting for my answer. 

I took her hand to my cock that was absolutely stiff. 

“If I was really angry would this be behaving in this manner? And no, you have not been unfaithful. You have helped out a friend and moreover you didn’t know that it was he. That is all. In fact I would go so far as to say that had I been knowing I too would have joined in and we could have had a threesome. But would it have been okay with you?” I said tentatively.

“Really!” Sonia replied with an impish grin. “Of course I would have been able to handle it. Rest assured that your wife is fully capable to ensure that neither you nor your friend would have been disappointed. You are such a darling; such a sport. I am really proud of you.”

“Ah, well, thanks Sonia. Just yesterday I came to know that Rohit has been transferred to this place and I have asked him to stay over at our place till he gets a proper house.” I said.

“So, what’s the problem?” Sonia said her eyes twinkling. “ Come on, he still thinks I don’t know. And well, surely you can trust your wife to take care of the guests and their myriad needs.” Sonia threw her head back and laughed at my discomfiture.



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Jailbait



Jailbait. Harry had to smile at the term. To think that the voluptuous woman sitting in the car next to him would have been considered a child just yesterday, that suddenly, with the passing of a single day, she somehow gained the judgment, wisdom and maturity to be considered an adult. Forget the fact that she was considered too young to drink or smoke, she was, in the eyes of the law, old enough... old enough to enjoy the comfort of a man, a man like Harry.

Harry was patient, why even today he calmly waited in his car parked just outside the school grounds like he had since the beginning of the school year... like he had since the beginning of each school year for the past several years. He had waited for cheerleading practice to end and for Jenny to gather her things, chat some with her friends, flirt with a few of the football players before walking over to Harry's car.

"Happy birthday," Harry had said with a proud smile as Jenny slipped into the leather seat beside him.

"Thanks, I need to get home early tonight -- my parents have a little something planned."

"Well, we better get going then, but not before..." He watched her eyes as he held up the small box to her.

"For me?" she smiled. Her smile grew larger as Harry opened the box. "Is it real?"

"Of course," he lied, "two whole carats. It took me a while to find a heart shaped one." He slipped the necklace out of the box and eased it up over her head. He held his breath as the sparkling stone nestled between her breasts.

"It's beautiful," he heard Jenny say.

"Not as beautiful as you," he whispered, leaning forward to grasp the stone, letting his fingers lightly rest against her flesh. He leaned forward, turned his head slightly and touched his lips to hers.

It wasn't their first kiss. No, in the past several weeks as Harry and Jenny worked together they had gone from the doting kiss on the forehead, to light pecks on the cheek to even the quick lip to lip kiss. But now it was different, Harry had no plans to leave it there. This kiss was only the beginning.

Harry kept his mouth on Jenny's as he opened his mouth just slightly letting his tongue taste her cherry flavored lip gloss. When she responded opening her lips slightly he pressed onward, letting his tongue enter her mouth and then lightly touch her tongue. His hand moved from the necklace sliding downward as he lightly cupped her breast.

"Instead of going back to the studio today, I want to take you somewhere special."

She smiled again, nodding in anticipation.

"I had planned a nice dinner, but since you have plans with your family we can go somewhere else."

"Okay," she replied.

Jenny wasn't stupid, nor was she the type of girl to simply fall into the grasp of an older man. No she was very smart and cautious, it's just that Harry was good, very good. He also looked considerably younger than he really was. Over the years, being surrounded by the beautiful young women in his agency, he maintained a style and technique that kept him successful, Successful in business and successful around women, especially young women.

The penthouse overlooked the beach and as Jenny stepped out onto the balcony he watched the sunlight play over her skin. The cubic zirconia sparkled nearly as much as her eyes. Harry walked up and stood beside her, handing her a glass.

"I know you are too young for this, but it's not every day you turn 18. Besides it's just champagne."

She took a quick sip, hiccupped from the fizz and then giggled. Harry watched her take another sip and then took her glass, placed it on a table and lightly touched her shoulders, turning her to him. Turning his head, he pulled her close to him and kissed her. His tongue slipped into her mouth and touched hers as he pulled her against him, feeling her breasts press to his chest.

He then broke away, took a deep breath and then said, "I guess you can feel it, I... I... it's just that you are so beautiful, so nice. I just can't help..." He pulled her to him again, this time letting his hands slide down and lightly cup her ass. He kissed her mouth, then her neck and then whispered, "You are so special to me."

Taking her hand, he walked her back inside and standing there, at the foot of the bed he whispered, "I want to see you, to see all of you wearing just the necklace." He let his voice quiver slightly as he finished the sentence.

He waited for a moment, wondering if perhaps Jenny might stop this, might say, "No." Harry watched as her brow furled slightly, as she lightly bit her lips and then as she reached up and gloriously began unbuttoning her blouse.

"Oh yes, you are so beautiful," he whispered, encouraging her as she removed her blouse, which Harry took, carefully folded and placed on a nearby chair. He watched her hands drop to her pants which she unbuttoned as she kicked off her shoes. Once again, as she stepped out of her pants, Harry neatly folded them and placed them on the chair.

Seeing her pause, standing there in her bra and panties, he stepped forward turned her toward the mirror and as he unfastened her bra he whispered, "Look there in the mirror. See how beautiful it is, how beautiful you look with it dangling between your breasts." He nestled up close behind her and cupped each breast as the bra fell to the floor.

Harry then turned her again, backing her up to the bed. Kneeling in front of her he gently slipped her panties down, gazing at the nicely groomed tuft of hair just above her delicate slit. Working the panties down to her feet, he leaned toward her lightly pushing her against the bed until she sat down. He slipped his hands between her knees and then opened them, moving his head forward as he began kissing the soft skin of her thighs.

He moved his hands up her thighs and then reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling her to the edge of the bed as he moved his kisses closer and closer to something that just yesterday was so forbidden, but now, with the passing of a single day was so easily accessible. He whispered silently, "Happy birthday," as he eased his tongue between her tight lips, slowly working it up and down. Slowly, the lips blossomed open and he pushed his tongue into her, tasting her, feeling the flood of wetness as she overcame her nervousness and gave into the sensation.

Plunging his tongue in and out of her, Harry glanced up seeing her breasts heave with each of her breaths, her face, eyes closed appearing and disappearing with each deep gasp. After savoring the taste of her, he worked upward, searching, finding the tiny nub. As his tongue pressed firmly onto her clit he heard her moan loudly.

His tongue circled her, teasing her as her hips rose and fell, her gasps and moans pleading to him, wanting more, just that much more. Opening his lips he sucked her clit in and lightly pinched it between his tongue and his lip, she then sucked it as his hands grasped her ass. He held her tight as she moved beneath him.

Finally, just as he sensed she was about to come, he plunged his finger into her, first just one, but as her pussy opened to him he worked as second into her. He heard her groan loudly as he pushed two fingers into her. Her body suddenly relaxed as her pussy began to twitch, squeezing his fingers again and again.

Harry couldn't bear it any more. He slid his fingers out of Jenny's still convulsing pussy, kicked his shoes off, pulled his pants and underwear down and leaned onto her, his cock finding her soaking wet opening and plunging inside. He wondered for a moment if she was a virgin, but realized it really didn't matter now, all that mattered was what he felt, the warm, wet softness that drew him into her body.

He eased his cock into her, not really worried about hurting her, or if this were her first time or even thinking about pleasing her. No he simply wanted to savor the sensation, the feeling of her as he let the thought play through his mind that he, he alone was there inside this young girl who so strangely, with the passing of a single day, was now a woman. The physical sensation was one thing, so tight, yet wet and soft, but it was more, so much more as his cock exploded with pleasure and his cum filled her.

Yesterday this would have been a crime. Today it was simply an act of pleasure between a middle aged many and a newly blossomed woman. Harry eased his cock out of Jenny's pussy and whispered to her, "You were incredible, so wonderful and so beautiful."

He noticed the tears running from her eyes back towards her ears. Sitting her up he asked, "Happy tears?"

"Oh yes, yes, it's just that I'd never done..." she replied pulling him tight against her.

"You were a virgin?"

She nodded, shrugging her shoulders.

"It's a bit surprising, I mean these days for someone to wait..."

"I was waiting for the right time... for the right man."

Harry paused a moment, then smiled, "You know Jenny, I have plans for you. Big plans."

"Really?"

"Yes of course," he replied, taking her head and guiding it to his lap. As her mouth closed warmly over his soft cock he continued, "Yes, big plans."  



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Learning From Your Elders II



Maddie had been working at Maxine's Dinner for the past four years to help pay her way thru City College. A petite redhead with a pixie hair cut, green eyes and generous breasts Maddie could have made five times her weekly earnings in just one night working as an exotic dancer, but she would never consider using her sexy body to pay her way. Her grandmother had told her as her lush body began to develop when she was only twelve years old that using her body to make money was a sin. And after all, Maddie always listened to her grandmother.

As she heard the bell over the door tinkle, she looked up and smiled. It was her three favorite customers, PE, LB and RT. Fraternal triplets they all looked similar, tall, and tan and lean with thick full heads of steel grey hair and mustaches, even in their late 60's they were good looking men with she had to admit, a sexual appeal she found disturbing. She always found herself getting wet when she spoke to and served them.

Serving them, the thought brought a blush to her cheeks as she thought about "servicing their cocks" she would love an opportunity to blow them. Her favorite thing in the world was licking and sucking cock and she had multiple fantasies involving the three brothers.

Blushing and frustrated at her wandering inappropriate thoughts Maddie brought coffee with her as she greeted PE, LB and RT. It was 9am and they were right on time as usual. 

"Hey guys, how is your day so far" she asked and PE frowned and said "Not as good as usual Hon".

Maddie sat down in the booth beside LB and asked if there was a problem and if there was anything she could do to help. The three old men looked at each other then at Maddie and began to grin. "Well actually Hon, there is" PE said. 

On more than one occasion the topic of conversation between the brothers had turned to how much they would like to "do" Maddie. Her lush tits and ass made their thoughts wander to how sweet she would taste.

Maddie's raised eyebrow encouraged him to continue. "Our regular Monday girl moved and now we have no one to help us out today, would you be interested? We will pay you well for your time".

Assuming they needed someone to clean their house she said "Well, I get off at 2 and if the work isn't too hard I guess I could come over and help you out". Maddie smiled, helping these lovely old men clean shouldn't be that big a deal or take too long and with tuition due and her being $150 short she could use the extra money.

PE explained the work would be easy and he was sure she would enjoy it. All three beamed and PE said "sure Hon, 2 will be great, we will expect you then and we usually pay $225, will that be enough"? Maddie swallowed as she saw her cash shortage about to turn around and nodded her head. "Okay, 2 it is, where is your house"? After PE gave her directions Maddie returned to serving the other customers in the diner.

As they left, PE gave her a hug and said he couldn't wait. "What cute old guys they are" she thought, and she could sure use the money. It wasn't like they couldn't afford to pay her for cleaning; they were all retired, lived together and well off financially. 

Too bad it was just cleaning they needed she sure would welcome a chance to indulge her fantasy of having sex with them, more to the point, she wanted to suck them off! What would it feel like to have two cocks in her mouth at the same time? What would it feel like to have two cocks in her body at the same time? To have her cunt, ass and mouth completely full?

She had always found older men sexually attractive, after all her first sexual experience had been with her best friend's grandfather when she was only thirteen years old. 

The old man had grabbed her by the tit as she walked past him and pulling her onto his lap and pushing her ass down on his erect penis. The tip of his cock escaped the leg of his shorts and slid into her shorts as he wiggled her on his lap. She danced in place as the feeling of his huge cock trying to enter her virgin cunt, he had sucked her tits until she came and then he had thrown her on the couch and pulled off her shorts and sucked and bit her virgin clit and cunt. 

As he sucked her he released his huge cock and moving it over her face had pressed it to her lips. Instinctively she had reached up and pulled it into her mouth and sucked. Every since then sucking a big cock was her favorite sexual experience. 

He had then flipped her onto her stomach and placing his arm under her belly lifted her ass up and shoved his cock deep into her virgin pussy past her barrier and rode her hard. As she came, he pulled his cock out and shoved it back into her eager mouth so she could lick the evidence of her deflowering off it. 

Clean and hard he then began to slowly insert it into her tight virgin ass. Ow!!!! It hurt sooo good. She rocked back into it as he set a punishing rhythm, screaming as he shot cum in her ass! As he withdrew his now flaccid cock, he pushed her head and mouth down over it again. A proper slut always licks her cock clean, he murmured in her ear.

As Maddie pulled into their drive way she sighed, the memory of her first time running thru her mind left her hot and wet. 

It had been a long hard morning and she just really needed to get off her feet and sit down for a while. Gathering her strength, she went up and knocked on the door.

PE answered in his robe "right on time I see" he said as he ushered her in and showed her to a chair and told her to sit while he got her a cup of tea. "Might as well relax for a few minutes while LB and RT get down here". 

Seeing PE in his robe brought her wicked thoughts to life and made her pussy get wet. She could just imagine he was naked beneath his robe and she was willing to bet that given his age he and his brothers were uncircumcised. 

She sighed and taking the cup of tea gratefully settled onto the chair and drank it down. When Maddie opened her eyes she was no longer in the living room, she was stretched out on a sweet smelling narrow bed naked with her arms tied over her head! "OMG what is happening" she said as PE approached and sat down next to her.

"Now Hon don't get upset or worried, I just wanted to make sure you would listen to what I have to say and when I am done if you want to leave, I will untie you". Maddie settled back against the pillows and looked at him with what she hoped was a stern look and said "Okay, spill it, what is going on"?

As PE began to tell her about the life he and LB and RT had lived together she found herself nodding. Being born fraternal triplets they had always been together and always did everything together. That included sharing their women. You see, he went on to explain "each of us has a particular way we like to have sex and we want you". 

Now Maddie was dumbfounded! Was her fantasy about having sex with these hot men about to come true?

"So you three want me to fuck all of you at the same time"? She said. "Oh no, well actually yes"! PE went on to explain exactly what they wanted. She was amazed, she was going to get to fuck all of them and get paid $225, but she was going to have to let each of them indulge their sexual fantasies. "You see, our nicknames tell what our particular fetishists are. They call me PE for pussy eater and LB is left breast and RT is right tit". 

"What we want is for you to allow us to indulge our needs and we are willing to pay for it. You don't have to fuck us, but if you want to it would be great. OK"?

Astonished Maddie just laid there with a shocked look on her face. "So let me get this straight, you want to eat my pussy, LB wants to suck my right breast and RT wants to do the same to my right tit"? "That's about it" PE said looking at her anxiously. "What am I supposed to be doing while this is going on" she asked.

PE explained they didn't want to be "interrupted" while they indulged their needs but if she wanted he could call their sister's son Jim who lived in the upstairs apartment. He was 20 something and he would be more than willing to join them. She could suck his cock while they indulged their fantasies. "Yes, oh yes" she breathed with a sigh of relief "I really would love to have to have a cock to suck"!

PE picked up the phone beside the bed, murmured something into it. What an easy and enjoyable way to make $225 she thought, sure better than cleaning house like she thought they wanted. 

"Well bring it on" she said spreading her legs wide. She could hear PE telling the other two she had agreed and when they came in the room, all three of them naked their cocks in their hands stroking them to full erection she smiled, her mouth watering.

Not wasting any time each got down to his favorite task. As PE began to gently lick her deep pink cunt lips her clit which stood on end and begged for his attention, with a groan he wrapped his arms around her lower section, elevating her cunt to his lips and stuck his tongue deep into her wet pussy, he moaned his pleasure as he tasted her sweet honey and began to lick and gently suck on her cunt and clit as she wiggled her approval and pleasure. He licked the outside lips and nibbled on her clit and as he bit down she realized he had no teeth. As he began to get more involved in his pussy eating he slid two fingers deep in her cunt bringing her off the bed as an orgasm overcame her.

Beaming with approval, he slowed his assault and began to watch his brothers and most importantly of all, Maddie's face. 

LB took his prize in his hand and gently caressed it and stroked the nipple with his thumb. He put out his tongue and licked her quivering pale pink nipple and bit it lightly, bringing it to a tight hard peak. Everything about him was gentle and reverent as he sucked her breast as far into his she now realized, toothless mouth. OMG it felt sooo good, being gently suckled like a baby would do and all the while her cunt was being licked, sucked and nibbled. PE's magic fingers bringing her closer and closer to another orgasm.

She then realized RT had taken his prize into both hands also, but that was where the similarity to his brother ended. He squeezed her lush heavy tit hard and reached out and bit the soft pink nipple hard enough to sting, and then he sucked it deep and hard into his hungry also toothless mouth. He fed like a starved man, sucking and squeezing her tit and making it feel awesome. Her nipple rose up hard and begged him for more punishment, while her left breast was still soft and being gently stroked and sucked.

What a contrast in stimulations! Gentle and rough, soft and hard and all of it combined to drive her out of her mind with pleasure she thought as pure lust took over her body, awesome cunt and clit licking and sucking, gentle left breast sucking and the outright assault on her right tit were all so different but combined they served to make her begin to shake and tremble as another massive orgasm overcame her. The assaults did not stop they continued and as they got stronger and stronger she had another massive orgasm, shoot a thick stream of woman cum in PE's waiting eager mouth!

The wonderful sounds of sucking and slurping filled the room and she wiggled with joy, she loved the sounds of sucking, especially when it was her cunt, clit, breast and tit being sucked. The wonderful slurping sound of PE's fingers in her pussy were exciting her also. PE stroked her cunt lips and pinched her clit between two fingers, sliding the fingers of his other hand deep into the cunt and began to rub as she rode his hand hard.

The next thing Maddie knew there was a lovely long thick cock in her face. It was their nephew Jim. As he tried to engage her in conversation, Maddie shook her head and reached for his long thick hard cock with her mouth. "Ummmm I just love sucking cock" she said with her mouth full. 

As Maddie licked the cock like an ice cream cone up and down she found her hands free and began gently squeezing the balls attached, she slid her face lower and drew the balls into her hungry mouth and sucked gently. As she did this she inserted her index finger in the ass above her face and plunged it in and out rapidly, the cock in her hand swelled and begged her to suck it. Obliging she continued to finger the ass while she sucked the long thick cock deep down her throat. Sucking it deep and allowing it to pull almost all the way out of her hungry mouth then sucking it back in deep and hard. 

She loved the sound of the cock as it almost popped out and was sucked back in. In and out, deep down her throat and out to the bare edge of her lips. As the cock began to spout cum she licked and sucked it like a madwoman. Drunk with passion, Maddie realized the day was just beginning and she smiled and taking Jim's cock in her hand she began to lick it clean. 

Now partially stated she looked up and realized she knew Jim! He was her Anatomy Professor at City College! A quite nerdy guy who always seemed embarrassed if he was discovered looking a female student too long.

Her cunt felt swollen and well sucked and licked, the magic fingers had never stopped dancing in it and her clit was hard as a rock as she came with another huge gush of cum right into PE's hungry mouth.

As she came, she felt her left breast swell and the licking was so gentle and the sucking so incredible, it was pure heaven. Her right tit loved the assault of toothless gums and strong suction and hard hands squeezing.

Reaching up she took LB's cock in her hand stroking it and then pushed it into her eager mouth right next to Jim's! She greedily sucked the two cocks together then one at a time as she milked each cock until just before they gave up their creamy cum for her. She eagerly pulled them both deep down her throat. She smiled as she swallowed and licked her lips. And to think she was actually going to be paid for this! 

Licking both cocks clean she now reached for PE and RT's erect cocks and sucked them into her mouth. While she sucked their cocks, Jim and LB moved into position and lifting her up off the bed, Jim slid beneath her and inserted his cock in her tight anus. For a seemingly nerdy guy, Jim sure knew how to fuck an ass! 

Wiggling to seat it nice and deep Maddie spread her legs wide and LB slid his cock in her dripping wet cunt. Moving in opposite directions Maddie moaned as one stroked in while the other pulled almost all the way out! In and out, more and more rapidly as they stroked their hands up and down her sides and pinched her nipples, all the time she sucked the two cocks in her mouth. She began to tremble. She was going to have an orgasm, not just an orgasm but the mother of all orgasms! She shot cum over LB's cock and it ran out of her cunt and down over Jim's cock.

Maddie sure hoped this would become a regular occurrence, screw the money, for the first time in her life she finally felt like her breast, tit and cunt had been sucked enough, and she had two huge cocks down her throat, one deep in her eager ass and one deep in her cunt. This was heaven. She fervently hoped PE, LB and RT would live forever and along with Jim never stop wanting to suck and fuck her.

She would think about the complication of Jim being her professor later, right now she was happy, very happy!



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Little Sister



I've always found my step-brother Kevin incredibly sexy. I've watched him come out of the shower with nothing but a robe around him – his chest showing and his cock outlined under. I check out his cute ass routinely when he walks around in his tight jeans. I've used him in my fantasies to masturbate a lot. Kev has long hair and his brown eyes shine with intelligence. When he went away to UCLA a couple years back I was left dragging my ass through community college all by my lonesome from our parents' basement. Imagine my excitement, therefore, when he emailed me saying he'd be home for Christmas and was bringing his best buddy, Jonathan, with him. I was ready for some fun!

Jon turned out to be a Kev look-alike. They could have been brothers, nay twins. I liked Jon instantly and wondered if their cocks would look the same too. I felt myself getting wet at the thought of Jon's cock. That night I fantasized Jon playing with his cock. I lay in bed playing with my clit. I had checked out his hands earlier. So it was easy to imagine his hands on his cock as he jerked off. The thought of him pumping his cock and shooting his cum got me off. I moaned as I came. Suddenly a light went on. It was Jon. He was in my room!

I was surprised but not shaken. I lay under the sheets looking at him. Jon walked up to the bed and stood close to my face. He dropped his pants and his cock bobbed out. "Oh, did I ever love the sight of that cock!" My legs felt weak and my pussy tingled. I might have trickled as I reached for his cock. I wrapped my warm palm around his fat cock and pulled his cock to my mouth. "Did I ever want to suck that cock or what?" I pumped his cock with my hand as I licked the tip. I could taste some pre-cum. "Mmmm…that tasted heavenly!" I felt his hands throw the sheets away exposing my body. His hands covered my boobies. He squeezed my regular sized tits and played with my oversized nipples. My nipples swelled and erected to his touch. I felt waves of pleasure course through my body. Then he reached under my panties and I felt his fingers on my swollen clit. His fingers slipped into my wet wet hole! "Hallelujah! That felt sooo good!" I pushed into his fingers as he finger-fucked my wet hole. I continued sucking on his cock this time taking in as much of his cock as I could into my mouth and throat. I felt Jon's hand at the back of my head as he stuffed his cock into my mouth. 

Jon pulled his cock out of my mouth. I had cum all over his fingers by then with his sexy cock in my mouth. He turned me over roughly. As he did, I saw something that made my pussy explode. My step-brother was watching Jon fuck me while playing with his cock. I had never seen his cock before and boy, did I ever wanna see! His cock was fat and longer than Jon's. He looked adorable standing there watching his best friend fuck his little sister. Kev was pumping his cock hard and fast in his excitement! 

I felt Jon slide his cock into my pussy. His cock filled my pussy and he started fucking me hard in doggie. My pussy opened up and I came all over his cock. He fucked me harder and faster. I watched Kev jerking off and simultaneously enjoyed Jon's cock fucking my hole. It was an awesome experience. Then I heard Jon groan as he came filling my hole with his sticky sperm. I felt his spurts hit the walls of my vagina and that feeling drove me over the edge again. My pussy exploded yet again in a quivering cum. I fell back on the bed semi-exhausted.

But, I wasn't done yet! Kev hadn't spurted yet. I called out to the silly thing. He was always so intense and shy. I asked him to come close to my face as he jerked off. I looked up at him and smiled. This was a huge fantasy come true for me! I touched his balls and his cock. I flicked my tongue on the underside of his cock. I hit a pleasure spot. He groaned in pleasure. I caressed his ass as he pumped his cock into my face. I opened my mouth in anticipation. His first spurt hit my left-eye. Then he came all over my face and chin. I swallowed as much of my brother's cum as I could. His cum dripped down my chin onto my tits as I sat up. I grinned happily at the both of them and kissed them with my mouth still tasting of Kev's jizz. Their cocks drooped contentedly and I felt my satisfied pussy glow from the multiple cums. But this state wouldn't last too long. We would need to fuck again very soon...



Little Sister



Candace's eighteenth birthday was next week and her old sister, Angie, was concerned. She knew her sex life had just begun and she was worried about the inevitable fumbles, disappointing quick draws and date rapes she'd encounter with the boys in her school. She had gone through that period herself and she didn't want her beloved sister to suffer the way she had. 

Over the years she had accepted, and even begun to love sex despite her horrendous beginnings. She had gone away to school and learned it was not much different than high school. Boys still bragged like the did on the gym field and she was still treated as nothing more than a sexual outlet. Her peers in the dorm were as bad, trying to impress each other with the dirtiest story, daring each other to do more. They called each other the Bryant College Sluts and wore the label like a badge, impaling themselves on any cock lucky enough to get into their good graces.

By then Angie had learned enough to stay out of their inner circle. Since high school she had grown an appreciation of men and the male form. She desired its unyielding strength and the surprise of a soft pair of lips that actually knew how to kiss a woman.

Her Freshman year was filled with a burning crush on her Psychology 101 TA. She spent weeks fantasizing about him which grew to a healthy flirting after class. After a semester of pursuing him he caved in and dated her. It was a wonderful evening with a romantic dinner. That night they walked along the Charles River and admired the reflection of the moon on the water. She began to believe all she had hoped for, had dreamt about was beginning to come true. She felt awkward, like a schoolgirl with a crush, and she could hear her heart beating rapidly. The feeling was intense and lasted until he kissed her. 

He was sloppy, ambling and groped her in ways that made her wince. Not wanting to appear the nescient lover she gave in. He took her to bed that night and though his appear was impressive, lined with gilded books and research papers stacked high, his lovemaking was juvenile. Twice he spilled uncontrollably, the first before entering her patient womanhood and the second soon after penetrating her following a long period of recuperation filled with encouragements. She closed her eyes after the disappointments and thanked the administration that planned her finals soon after this shaming experience.

She continued to date but held off on sex. She devised a series of secret auditions for those that chose to be close to her. Those that failed she didn't see again, ending their misbegotten relationship with a sobbing phone call relating her mother's death or an accusatory conversation of the Herpes she recently contracted. All were guaranteed to make a man disappear faster than dignity at a frat hazing. 

The next two years passed and none of her dates made it past her auditions. One boy, a month from graduation and a year her senior, got to feel her breasts. She was optimistic and looked forward to finally making love again but as his lips reached her breast and teeth clamped down on her nipple she shrieked and pushed him away. He grew angry with this and, in a shouting match, tried to convince her it was her fault but she only grew angrier. Almost attacking him, she screamed until he ran out the door. That one didn't even get the courtesy of a phone call; he was merely dropped from the list. 

She met Neil a month after the encounter. The pain in her nipple had subsided but the memory was still potent in her mind. She didn't even deign to consider a man since that fiasco. All those who noticed her were quickly dismissed without a return glance. She didn't find it difficult. Hell, there were hundreds of women on campus more eager and less demanding than her. Why would they waste their time? 

Neil was more determined than most. He was her lab partner for Biology and though he was very attractive, with a beauty that most women never saw, it wasn't the first thing she noticed about him. The first thing that drew her attention was his attitude. Comfortable with himself and those around him, he never felt the need to show off or brag. He allowed his actions to do that for him. He was very intelligent and possessed a passion for learning that even she did not possess. His eyes were a deep blue and seemed to look upon her with a soft gaze that got her frustrated heart beating again. His beauty was one that seemed to grow on you. Most women would never notice him on the street but with a second look you realize how perfect his face seems- his deep eyes, soft lips that turned slightly up at the corners and dimples unseen until he broke into a wide smile. This was camouflaged underneath a quiet exterior focused on work on studying.

As the semester drew on they grew closer. She learned he worked two jobs to pay for his education and support his mother, who recently faced a cut in pay after a debilitating car accident. He had no time for fun and rarely smiled. Because of this Angie made it her goal to get him to smile more and learn to enjoy life. 

From what she learned of him she knew he would pass her first test. He was intelligent, with a good sense of humor and for him women were more than just something to bed. Somewhere along respect and a sense of wonderment of women was instilled in him. She came to him for a kiss and it took her breath away; soft, sensual and warm. He lingered as they kissed, in no rush to move on to anything else. He merely enjoyed her lips with his. Feeling his sincerity, she drew him closer and for once she was tempted to move forward. It was with difficulty that she ended the night with that. She walked away floating and found her mind returning to him until they next met in their Tuesday lab. 

He was reluctant to discuss anything but their work in class and he avoided her casual flirting. It was a first for her, though admittedly she has been out of practice since her Freshman year. She found him calling him, and though they talked casually, she didn't learn anymore about him than she already knew from class. Instead she found herself telling him about herself. Unlike most men she dated, he had no desire to manipulate the conversation back to him. He didn't interrupt and only spoke to offer encouragement or honest, interested questions. 

On the following dates he hurdled past her next tests. She considered granting him some leeway, so great was her want for him, but she learned he didn't need her help. He knew his way around a woman's breast, knew her lips and was very practiced in touching a woman with gentle, sensuous strokes. On their third date she allowed his fingers in her sex and she quickly shuddered to an orgasm faster than ever before, sooner than she would have even if it were her own graceful digits. 

At this she expected him to take her, even wanted him too. She lay with him with the pair of sexy thong panties she wore in preparation and her bra. Her breasts, with turgid nipples like bullets, overlapped the soft cups of her bra. She opened her legs and encircled him, feeling his length against her dampened sex. Like a hungry snake she licked his ear and whispered exhortations of lust with words she never believed she would utter. His member was rigid against her vulva and she opened to him, sliding her slickness on the crotch of his jeans. She clawed at him, tearing off his clothes to forego any further unnecessary tests. He had proven himself to her beyond any other man and she wanted him now. Her body reacted to him as never before. She felt attuned to his every motion, his every kiss. As he touched her, her body flushed. 

With a haphazard tug, she tore the panties from her body and enclosed him in her limbs. Barely able to reach his crotch, he managed to divest himself of all but his shirt and boxer briefs, which remained behind his knees. She took the lead that night, allowing him a reprieve from her examinations in the name of her pleasure. For once she enjoyed the feel of a man. He was large and filling yet was in no rush. He seemed to prefer to enjoy her. If it were not for her rush to a further climax, she was certain he would have spent more time lovingly stroking her canal with his shaft. That night she lay wrapped around him, ear to his chest, for the first time in her life. She had never before spent the night with a man in her bed. She relished the feeling; lean muscular legs, the soft hairiness, the unforgettable scent of man that she so missed. 

They agreed to see each other exclusively and so began months of passionate nights with a man she is finally able to fall for. He surprised her as she never expected. He was a deep man and very intelligent. He had a soft sense of humor he never overused and though he was very guarded, she found him opening up to her just as she did. She found him to be an expert lover and she yielded to him gratefully. He learned her body well, taking her to greater heights with each evening they spent together. Though it surprised her, Angie began to daydream of him. Happily she imagined the bed they shared earning the title of woman for this man. She had never before thought of love as a rational feeling but in these moments she could not feel any other way. When they were together, all felt right. She was comforted physically and emotionally in ways she would never have known. Come fall she had taken him home to meet her parents at Thanksgiving. When Christmas time came her parents, noticing the affect he had on their eldest daughter, welcomed him into their home. 

Her little sister Candace celebrated her eighteen birthday the month before and, because of the milestone, had been given free access to her father's car, as well as permission to stay out the entire night. At any other time she would be overjoyed with the newfound freedom but now it just reminded her of her problem. The boy she had been dating, the second string quarterback, had turned down her hints of the upcoming junior prom to go with Denise, a senior cheerleader he had been seeing casually since the beginning of the year. 

Too ashamed to tell her family, she accepted the privileges with false gratitude. As she looked at the dress she had already custom made for the night she nearly cried. That night her older sister returned home while her classes were out and she found that, unlike her parents, her sister could easily see something was wrong. Knees tucked to her chest, almost pouting, she relayed her predicament to her trusted sibling. She listened intently, only interrupting to hug the young girl when it appeared she would start crying. 

Candace half hoped to hear the vows of vengeance and threats against the boys manhood that would be expected of any woman whose younger sister was wronged in such a way though she did no such thing. Instead she made her feel better by relating stories of her teenage dating mishaps and the bad decisions she'd made. She found herself listening to stories she'd never heard before and ones she was sure her parents were unaware of. She blushed, she laughed and gaped in awe upon hearing of her older sister's misadventures. Upon hearing Angie's imitation of the sound her Psychology TA made when he kissed, she rolled back laughing, her tears of sadness turning to tears of happiness. 

Angie had done her job as an older sister and felt much better. They just lay together on the bed breathing slowly, recovering from the laugh. Looking over at her younger sister, dressed ready for bed in her flannel pjs, Angie couldn't help but wonder how far she'd gone with the jerk that left her just before the most important night of her high school life. 

She sat up on her heels, "You mean have we slept together?" 

"Of course," Angie smiled. "And if you did, I hope it wasn't in the backseat of a car." She wagged her finger at her playfully. 

The girl's face blushed. "Oh no! I wouldn't...I mean, I would. I'd like to maybe sometime. But NEVER with him! I just don't think of him like that." Her quick response slowed. "It would be my first time and he's not the type of guy I want to share that with."

Angie smiled, "How have you imagined it?"

Growing more comfortable, the younger girl searched for the words. "I don't know. I just have always wanted it to mean something- to be more than just an urge in the basement rec room or a darkened closet. Isn't that what you wanted?"

She sighed, "Sometimes what you want and what you get are two completely different things. I hoped for something more too. It didn't end up as I'd hoped." She stopped, feeling the conversation turning. "When I was around your age I always imagined it would be romantic and something memorable I could always look back to with pride but it turned out to be pointless, painful and embarrassing. I wouldn't trust any of the boys I knew in high school to know how to wear the right shoes, much less know how to please a young woman."

They both started laughing again and Candace broke out in a fit of giggling. 

Angie got serious again, putting her arm around her sister. "But seriously sis, if you need any advice or want to talk to anyone, you know to look up the lady with all the answers." She smiled and said she would.

As the older girl rose to leave Candace spoke out. "Ange? What's it like? What does it feel like, I mean?"

She stifled a smile. "Sex? You mean how is it?"

A nod.

Looking to the ceiling, she searched for the right words. "Candy, it can be wonderful. It is, it's wonderful- but it's not always and never at first. It hurts. It's painful and you ask yourself why you're doing it. You wonder how all the women that talk about how great it is can really like such a thing. It feels too medical, like the doctor is examining you in a cold room but then...then it starts to feel good. Not all that good, mind you, but you feel something and at least it isn't pain. It starts to tickle just so then it's the tiniest bit warm. For most people the first time ends around then, if they're lucky enough to get that far. You put it behind you and are just happy to have gotten through your first time with minimal discomfort."

Her sister was silent, listening with rapt eyes. 

"There are a lot of people that go through much worse their first time. You're just happy you're not one of them. You think about it a lot and, like the mind tends to do when thinking about the past, you forget all the bad things about it. You remember how freeing it felt to be naked with someone and how interesting and beautiful a naked boy can be. You remember how he kissed, the sweet words he said to you but most of all, you remember how he made you feel. You begin to look at boys differently now, you feel closer to them and you know their secrets. You feel like you've joined a club you've always spied on through the keyhole but never understood."

"After that it gets better. You begin to really understand the pleasure of sex. That warmth inside you grows deeper, turning into a wetness that really gets things going. After the second or third time the feel of a man inside you is like nothing else. It's filling, urgent and powerful. It can be a dangerous thing. You start to miss it, especially when you meet a guy that knows how to use it."

She could see her younger sister's mind imagining what she said. The idea of her having sex with someone bothered her. But, she wasn't a little girl anymore and Angie knew it was bound to happen soon. She was very attractive. She wouldn't even consider her cute. Candace had a slender face, pale skin and beautiful eyes that made her look vampy. She resembled those European models, though in her biased eyes, she was much more beautiful. 

She left her cross legged on the bed contemplating their conversation but couldn't shake her thoughts. As much as she tried to get the idea out of her head, she knew it was probably for the best. When she considered it, she wished someone had been there for her when she was her age. She was excited, ready, eager and totally unprepared. Sex seemed so glorious when talking about it in the lunch room or locker room at school, but when it finally came down to it on his big brother's bed upstairs at a party, it was much less than she'd hoped. He was arrogant, unpracticed and acted like she wasn't even there when she quickly speared her. It was a moment she'd replayed in her head hundreds of times and wished it had been different thousands. 

Keith had changed all that. That had been dating for almost a year now and had grown from close friends to sex partners to passionate lovers. With him she realized how wonderful a man can feel and how great it feels to be a woman. She felt completely open with him and knew he felt the same. He was bound to her and would do most anything she'd ask of him. More than that, he was a good man, trustworthy, gentle and understanding. He was attractive and knew how to be a man. After tossing and turning for hours, all the while running the conversation through in her mind, she picked up the phone to call him. 

The next morning Angie and Candace were walking along the nature trail behind their house. They rarely had time alone together when she was home and were thankful for the solitude. Though she didn't want to bring up the topic again so soon she wanted to hear what she thought of the idea.

"Candy, remember I told you about my new guy Keith?" 

The younger girl nodded.

"Remember I told you about all the bad choices I've made with men in the past and how it feels when you finally meet a guy that can handle a woman? Well that would be Keith." 

For once the older sister played the part of the giggling girl. "Ummm he's the greatest thing to happen to me for a long, long time. I was really beginning to lose faith in guys but he fixed that. He treats me perfectly, knows how to kiss and, most importantly, knows just what I need and how I need it in bed." 

"I hate to say this, but older men are the best thing for a woman. Guys your age won't know what to do with it. Hell, they hardly know what to do to themselves. Give me an older man any day. Every girl should spend her first time with a man that appreciates that and makes it something memorable."

Candace was growing accustomed to her older sister talking so openly, a trait she'd never had before she went away to school. "That's great for you but there's not a whole lot of older men to choose from when you're a junior in high school. That is unless, of course, you want to try it with a teacher and that's just icky."

They walked together silently for a few minutes, enjoying the fresh spring air. They were shoulder to shoulder but neither looked at the other. Finally Angie began. "I've been seeing this guy for a while now. His name's Keith. He's a couple of year older than I am; he just started grad school. I haven't told mom and dad yet because you know how nosy they get but it's pretty serious."

"That's great Ange."

She smirked, "yeah, it's pretty good. I was really anti-man for a while but he got me over all that. Took a while too, but I needed it. He's very patient."

"Have you? You haven't?

She smirked at her younger sister. "Of course I have, sis. That's the best thing about having a boyfriend. Well," she hesitated. "That and his tongue."

Candace blanched at this, her lips forming a tiny circle in shock. 

Angie playfully batted her shoulder. "Oh, come now, I'm a big girl. It's allowed." Still her younger sister was speechless. "When you get older and you try it, you'll see what I mean. If done right, it's the best thing in the world.

"If done right?"

"Of course. You don't think it's something that everyone was born with? Some people were born with it and some weren't. Some can learn and some never will."

"I don't think any boys I know would do something like that. I don't think I'd want them to."




Little Sister



She laughed at this. "I don't think they would either. Not really something they teach in sex ed, though they should. But it really is very nice, you'll learn to love it."

Candace felt slighted at this and the conversation halted abruptly. Angie felt the tension and cursed herself for pressing the issue. Still, she had one more step to take.

"Candy, how far have you gone with a boy?"

She shrugged her shoulders and looked at her feet, not saying anything for a while until she said, "Not far I guess. Been kissed a few times, even frenched once. I had a boy grab my boobs at a dance once too but that doesn't really count because he tricked me."

"Tricked you?"

"Yeah," she spoke in a low tone. "I danced with him, everything was going great- he was on the basketball team and everything- and when I turned and walked away after the music stopped he came up behind me and grabbed them so all his friends could see."

Angie fumed at this, furious that someone would do this to her little sister. It took her a moment to compose her thoughts. 

"Candace, I'm going to give you a bit of advice- stay away from boys. Wait until they get older and then maybe they'll be good enough to date but in high school they're all childish, selfish, rude and inept. They're not good for anything yet and will just make you feel miserable. Just give them time to mature and be selective when they're finally ready to date. There are some good ones out there. Rare, though they may be."

She nodded, "I know. I should but I have the prom coming up and I have to go. It would be nice to meet one that's good enough to go with. One that doesn't sneak in beer or tell dirty jokes to mom and dad or forget to brush his teeth."

Angie took a deep breath and steeled herself. "What if I got you a date that was none of those things. What if I could find someone that would be the perfect guy for you; knows how to treat you, someone you wouldn't mind being seen with? He's a great kisser on top of it."

"You're talking about your guy."

Proud of her sister's intuition she replied, "Well he's the only good guy I know. The only one I'd trust to take my wonderful sister to the prom."

Candace laughed, a light giggle that turned into hearty laughs that forced them both to sit cross legged on the path. 

"My beautiful sister," Angie continued. "My amazing, intelligent, super cool, kick ass sister!"

"All right, all right! Enough!" She waved her arms in front her as if evading throngs of photographers. "I guess it would be a good idea to meet him first."

Angie smiled at this and checked her watch. "Good. He should be arriving sometime before dinner.

Candace met him after both her parents grilled him. She waited upstairs, contemplating her sister's offer. By the time her parents had finished with him it was time for dinner and her first look at him came as she sat across the table from him.

Angie was right. He was cute. He had a well defined face with soft, but beautiful features. His hair was brown and slightly curly. To Candace he looked like he would be more at home lecturing in front of a class than sitting down for dinner with her family. He seemed comfortable, however, and when he caught her looking he smiled casually. He was smarter than any man Angie had ever brought home, indeed any man Candace had met besides her father. He talked extensively on politics, school and her father's profession as a news editor. He never raised his voice but had a wonderful sense of humor enhanced by a warm laugh he peppered much of the evening meal with. 

Candace caught herself gazing at him and kicked herself when her sister had to snap her fingers to get her to pass the milk. 

Her parents in bed, she sat with her sister and Keith to talk about her offer. While Angie laid down next to her sister, Keith sat on the chair by her desk. She had been thinking of her sister's offer since that morning and believed she had made the right decision.

"I'll do it. I've thought about it all day and I'd love to."

"You don't have to answer right away, the prom's not for another couple of weeks." Angie replied.

"No no, I think it's a good idea. Keith seems very sweet and," slightly ashamed at this, "I don't have anyone else to go with."

Keith brightened at her response. He had a smile that seemed to glow at her. "I'd love to go with you Candace. You're a very sweet girl. Very cute too." 

"Thanks, you are too. Believe me."

"Well that's great!" Angie sat up and hugged her sister warmly. "I know he'll treat you right and won't your friends be jealous?" 

They laughed and he added, "It's been a while since I've been to the prom. It should be fun." 

Candace had already chosen her dress, made of light pink off the shoulder satin. But she knew it was important to find the right tuxedo for Keith that would go with her selection. She joined him and Angie on their trip to the men's formalwear store. They found a charcoal suit that fit him perfectly. It accentuated his broad shoulders while not overemphasizing his chest. As he turned for the females she noticed how well his butt looked in the pants. It bulged out from beneath the fabric, tempting her to cradle it in her palm. Unable to resist, Angie went to hug him and he picked her off the floor, swinging her for a moment before placing her back on her feet. 

Candace jumped up, feigning irritation. "Hey, that's my date!" and playfully pushed her sister away. Keith instantly went into a waltz stance and took her hands in his. As he dipped her she swooned. As he helped her up she didn't know if the dizziness she felt was from the blood rushing to her head or the way he held her. 

She counted the days until the dance and finally on that evening he came to her door. Her parents insisted on meeting him first and told her to stay upstairs until she felt she had kept him waiting for a sufficient amount of time.

"That's just the way it's done, honey." Her mom said.

As she descended the stairs she felt all the eyes on her and made the most of it. She slowly drifted down, taking her time in the red stilettos her sister had loaned her for the occasion. Once in the living room she stood before her date. Her parents on each side watched as Keith expertly pinned a corsage to her breast. She noticed her heart beating rapidly and silently prayed he did not notice the heat from her skin and the slight perspiration that formed at her hairline. 

Reluctantly they posed for pictures. On the last one he held her to him. She rested her cheek against his chest as her father snapped a picture with the digital camera. He felt blissfully warm and invited to her. She could hear his heart beneath his shirt as a soft, proud sound. 

She relaxed as he helped her into the passenger side of his car. As he made his way around the vehicle, she took off her shoes and rubbed her feet.

"I don't know how long I can wear these things. I'm not really used to them and they're already starting to kill."

He looked at her, "We don't have to dance if you don't want to. Tonight what you say goes. If you don't want to dance we won't dance. If you want to just watch others we can do that." He smiled, "Hell, we don't even have to go to the prom if you don't want to. Tonight's your night. What you say goes."

She felt overwhelmed with happiness and did all she could to restrain herself. If he only knew what she wanted! 

"You've been to proms before, I'm sure."

He watched the light as they waited at an intersection. "Yeah. I've actually been to three." 

"Three? How many times are you allowed to go?"

He turned to give her a wry smile. "One time with my girlfriend my junior year, second time my senior year with my girlfriend. Third time the week after with my girlfriend at her high school."

"This is all the same girl?"

He nodded.

"So this will be your fourth prom?"

"Hey, you're good at math. You should join a team or something." He teased. 

She grew silent and he was afraid he'd insulted her. 

Finally, after a period of uncomfortable silence; "Was it one girlfriend?"

He looked at her.

"The one you went to the prom with? Same girl or different ones?"

"Oh, same girl."

Then came a barrage of questions. How they met, how long they went out, her name, their best dates, anything and everything. She found she wasn't as nervous as she expected and was really enjoying herself. 

The evening went by quickly and she held him close during the last dance, wishing he was hers and they had more than one night together. It had turned out better than she'd imagined. He was a wonderful man, and just what she needed. 

He clutched her head against his shoulder and felt her soft lips tickle the rim of his ear. Barely speaking, she asked him how it felt to make love to a woman. She felt him jump at this but soon collected himself. He eased back to look at her, perhaps gauge the seriousness of the question but she remained with her eyes closed. 

She was a woman, he thought. She was mature, intelligent and comported herself better than any girl her age would. He had no reason to censor his responses for her pristine ears. It was like no other feeling in the world, he said. It's a warmth you can't imagine having never felt it yourself. It provoked emotions; love and lust in equal amounts for his partner. It was a buildup of torment satiated with a complete, strenuous release. 

She opened her mouth, uncertain if she should speak, if she could speak and told him, "I want you to show me. I want to spend the night with you."

This time he released her completely. Realizing the scene he was making on the crowded dance floor, he grabbed her wrists to avoid glances and looked at her. "Candace- Candy, I can't. We shouldn't. There's no way."

She pouted in half seriousness, "It's my night and you said anything I want goes" He flustered, searching for the words. "Well I want you as my lover. I've already discussed it with Angie and she thinks it's a great idea. It was her idea, in fact. She knows you can make it memorable for me. That's the word she used. She trusts you to be good to me and go at my speed."

He considered it for a moment, scanning her face for any signs of untruths. "When?"

"After this dance. At the Adams Mark Hotel. Angie got us a room there as a birthday present for me."

He smiled at this. "Happy birthday, Candy!"

Pulling him close once again, "I'm sure it will be."

Less than a half hour later they checked into the hotel. He joked about carrying over the threshold and she laughed it off but the moment the door was unlocked she jumped in his arms and he swung her, her tiny feet just above the carpet, into the luxurious room. 

She took a moment to admire the room, a large suit with two king size beds, then wrapped her arms are Keith again. Her excitement got the best of her and he held her chin between his two fingers and gazed into her eyes. "Calm down sweetie, let yourself be kissed. I will guide you." She took his advice and felt his lips gently on hers. He kissed deeply but without a need to rush. For the night she was his and he had all night to enjoy her. 

His kiss reassured her and his lips were warm and inviting. After a few moments she melted into his arms. He took the lead, gently nibbling and stroking her lips with his own. Her mouth opened to taste him but he paced her, taking her lower lip and pulling it slightly with his mouth. She pressed into him then and after a deep kiss he released her. 

Her hands ran over his body, down his firm chest and around to his back. His butt felt full in her hands and she squeezed it happily. Kneeling before him she noticed the obvious bulge of his arousal and ran the palm of her hand over it. As she reached to undo the clasp of his tuxedo pants he removed his starched shirt. Before she finished he had removed it and she ran her hand down his navel to the flatness of his lower belly. A thin line of hair greeted her touch and directed her hand beneath his pants. Not stopping, she grabbed his underwear and slid them down. His erection leapt into the air the moment she freed it. As he dropped his pants to his feet and stepped out she examined the first penis she'd ever seen before her. She'd seen pictures and learned all about them in sex ed but never had the opportunity to observe like she did now. It seemed to affect a deep part of her as she never felt before. It was blatantly primal yet appealed to her feminine side. 

She clasped it in her soft hand and was surprised by its gentle smoothness. It was hard and rigidly firm yet soft and gently yielding. It felt warm, almost hot to the touch and the scent it exuded called to her. It filled her nostrils. Being so close tightened her nipples and caused a warm moisture in her that riled her sex. 

Keith pressed a hand on the back of her neck, urging her to stand but she only lead him to the bed, where she had him lay on his back. As he spread his legs she noticed his balls, heavy and full, her fingers played with them. They had a much different feel than his cock. They were more giving and when she held them between her fingers he gasped at the sensitivity. With one hand gripping his shaft she bent forward and kissed each lovingly. She pointed the shaft towards her and planted another kiss on the very tip. Keith moaned in approval and she continued with quick, playful licks around his crown. 

He was large and though she wanted to take him in her mouth she doubted she could do it well enough to please him. She was eager, however, and managed to slowly slide the length of his head in her warm mouth. He sighed happily as she did and rested a hand on hers, their fingers intertwined. She sucked him slowly, enjoying the silky smoothness of his fullhead. It was a sensation she'd never felt before and despite what she'd expected, he tasted warm and pleasant. 

She released him as he swelled and stood between his legs. His cock pointed straight at her, as if disappointed in being freed. As he watched she writhed as lustily as she could. She had not much experience and was afraid her attempts at being sultry looked more comedic than passionate but he smiled and encouraged her further. The gown was a one piece and, with a quick zip, she released the clasp and shed it from her body. The dress would not allow for a top and she wore only white thigh highs and a small pair of bikini panties as she realized how naked she felt in front of him. 

He reached and gently touched her thigh. With light kisses, he helped her out of her panties. As they fell to her ankles, she steadied herself on his shoulders. Sitting up, he held her close and kissed her silently on her mound.

Her sex pressed into him and she grew afraid he would notice her wetness and be upset. A moment later he moved downward and kissed her mound just above her clit. This caused her breath to catch in her throat and she grew very nervous. He noticed this and slowed his pace, stroking her inner thighs rather than continuing. He whispered words of assent and she realized how close she felt to him. She had never felt this way before and it caught her off guard. She felt drawn to this man- her sister's boyfriend she met only recently. 

In time she found her legs parting and acquiesced to his touch. She closed her eyes, letting him take her and felt his heated lips on her sex. Barely a touch, yet her body cried out for more. His lips touched her again and she found herself sighed more deeply than he had. She felt his tongue on her lips, warm and slippery. She'd always imagined how that felt after hearing a friend describe it to her during a sleepover and found it uniquely satisfying. 

With slow, broad strokes his tongue run up the crease of her sex and she felt it open to him. She was fleshy but smelled exquisite to him. She had a warm, fresh scent he found himself longing for. 

She subconsciously moved closer to him, pressing her crotch into his face. His hands gripped her full bottom eagerly and held her steady as she twitched from his mouth. Her mouth seemed hungrier now, his tongue sliding between her lips and gently nuzzling the tender flesh it found there. With the thumb of one hand, he massaged just above her clit, eliciting squeals of happiness from the girl. She felt her canal open and just as quickly, his tongue discovered it. Tracing the edge with the pointed tip, he licked slowly, teasing her. 

This caused her to gasp louder than she expected and she felt herself blushing at her reactions. His mouth was on her now and with a slow, languid kiss, touched her hole. This made her buckle and would have fallen had he not held her. With his guidance she eased onto the bed and splayed her legs wantonly for him. 

She was astonished at the affect he had on her. Angie was right; the right man can do wonders for a woman. She'd never expected such feelings, such actions could come from merely the attentions of a man. 

He rested with her then, gently nuzzling her pussy and placing tender pecks on her outer lips. 

With his two thumbs softly prying her open her viewed her virginal sex. Never had a woman looked so inviting. Pure, smooth, warm thighs framing her pussy, she looked like a princess. Unconcerned with her nakedness now, one arm rested in the golden tresses of her hair while another rested anxiously on her inner thigh. Keith's inquisitive tongue pressed deeper, slowly circling her vagina. One outstretched finger stimulated her clit by gently tugging on her hood. She seemed feverish now, her breath exiting in rapid gasps. 

His other finger stroked the bottom of her canal in the shape of a U, as he licked into her. He probed deeper, and stroked her inner walls. With each moment she grew louder and louder. Her juices drenched his finger and spilled outward onto his tongue. They tasted sweet and made a pleasant sensation as they traveled down his throat. 

As her orgasm built his tongue traveled upwards. First caressing her clit tenderly then taking it between his puckered lips and massaging it. He sucked only slightly and flicked the tip with his tongue. That, and the added stimulation of his teasing fingers caused her to go over the edge. She cried out, pulling a fistful of his hair and squealed. Despite her newfound womanhood, her climax made her appear much younger than a woman who's experienced her first shared orgasm. 

He allowed her to rest and take hold of all the feelings rapidly passing through her. As she descended, her slowly kissed her damp sex and licked the moisture that slickened her thighs and the lower heft of her bottom. 

When she cooled she guided Keith until he rested on top of her. Wrapping his arms around her he kissed her and again she was amazed by his ability. They lost themselves, casually necking as if it was the only thing in the world. Finally, Candace broke the kiss and gazed at him.

"I want you." He kissed her forehead in an almost paternal way. "You will be my first."

Rising up onto his knees, he gazed at the beautiful woman in front of him. Her skin reddened from their ardor, her legs inviting him inward, her lovely face looking up at him- he felt a tremendous affection for her. She placed on hand on the cheek of his butt and brought him to her. He steadied himself, preparing for the discomfort she will feel and grit his teeth. He wanted only the best experience for her. With one hand he held open the flushed petals of her womanhood and slowly pressed himself against her. Her body tensed, predicting the pain and he stopped. He looked at her with the most sympathetic of expressions and only held himself there. Her eyes closed, she breathed steadily, her chest rising and falling. Though his cock ached to enter her, he knew his purpose and resisted the urge to go any farther until she was ready. Wetness continued to flow from her, drenched his head and making its way down the shaft. 




Little Sister



Leaning forward, he kissed her on the cheek, kissed her neck and sucked slowly on the lobe of her ear. At this she gripped his back and ass, her fingernails digging small crescents into his flesh. Inch by inch he slowly inserted himself into her. She sucked in a quick intake of air and released it slowly as he clutched her to him. He whispered in her ear how beautiful she was, how wonderful she felt and how happy she made him. When she began leaving tiny kisses on his collarbone he pulled out of her and slid inside her just as easily. 

As his strokes continued her grip relented and he found her enjoying it more and more. Her gasps turned to sighs and her squeals turned to deep, drawn out moans. He found her body amazingly soft and pristine. Her tiny curves and heated flesh drove him to further heights and his moans soon matched her own. 

Soon the moved in tandem, like two lovers well acquainted with each others' bodies. She accepted this wondrous new side of herself and the fears and anxieties she'd had about sex seemed to vanish only to be replaced by a fresh yearning for a further climax. 

His hands gripped her breasts and he suckled, her head drawn back, this sent her over the edge. The sensitivity she'd always felt in her nipples propelled her to deep orgasm that rolled through her beginning in her belly and traveling up her spine. He held her as she quaked and soon followed. The sight of this beautiful girl enjoying her initiation to womanhood excited something in him he never before realized and he moaned in absolute pleasure. He caught the tail end of her peak and enhanced it, working his body into such a fervor she could only revel at the site of this gorgeous man enjoying her. They cried together and he loosed himself inside her. A hot flowing sensation passed into her and she rested on his shoulder. She clung to him, as if afraid he would part and they held each other quietly. He felt wetness on his shoulder and was startled when he saw a tear. He questioned the reason for it but she only held one finger to his lips to shush him. 

They lay like that together until midmorning and made love again, this time more playfully. Though she regretted leaving the next day she knew she was a different woman. She had grown and felt fuller, happier and more self assured. She promised herself to find the right man to continue with, no matter how long it took. She knew, after that night, to find someone just like her sister had found.



Little Sister



It was near 9:00 A.M. on a work week morning. I had driven over to my secretary Bridget's apartment, where she recently moved with her younger sister Melissa. Bridget, a cute brunette, was then 21. She had wide, deep set eyes with high cheekbones, 5'6, 120 pounds, nice 36C tits, and long thin legs topped by a wide crotch and round ass. Her face reminded me of a young Sophia Loren. And she was a fantastic kisser. Bridget had worked for me for a couple of years. At this stage in our relationship – and we were involved in a hot sexual relationship – I would pick her up for work. And often we would not get to my office that fast. 

Bridget's last apartment had been our bungalow. I went through a stage of having her greet me, at her outside apartment door, in a sheer robe at 8:00 A.M. The apartment had a hallway and an exterior locked door which opened from the inside. I wanted her to walk the hallway nude to let me in, but she refused. Once inside her apartment, her job was to drop the robe and to wait on me. I would inspect her, like some morning drill, and make sure that she was freshly showered and cleanly shaved. Then she'd make breakfast, naked. Bacon and eggs, toast, orange juice. I bought her a pair of high heeled slippers to walk around in. Sometimes she'd iron her clothes while I watched. Then I'd fuck her, we would dress, and off to work we'd go. It was a nice routine. I'd sit up in her bed, sipping coffee, while she sucked my cock. Bridget would say that she could taste my cock all day, and that she hated that.

She had one of her slutty south side of Columbus girlfriends over one Saturday morning, a foul mouth blond named Missy. Missy was attractive enough. But every other word was the F word, and her dark roots were always pushing on her bleached blond hair. Bridget let me in that Saturday. Missy was laying on the couch, in a tiny pink nightgown that belonged to Bridget. Apparently she'd spent the night, sleeping on the couch. Missy was short, about 5'2, she had a nice pair of boobs, and her boobs were popping out of the see through gown as she lay there, half asleep, looking up at me. Bridget led me into her bedroom, she wanted to go back to sleep herself. She was wearing a long rose colored satin bathrobe that buttoned down the front. The couch – with Missy - was near the bedroom door, and Missy's eyes followed us in. Happy to get back in bed with Bridget, I undressed while making small talk. Standing in front of the open door, I made sure that Missy got a good look at me and at my cock. I am nearly 6'2, and a muscular lean 190 pounds. Then I slipped into bed with Bridget, and took her bathrobe off. 

My hunch was that the two girls had been out partying the night before, and I wondered if they'd gotten laid. My fingers found Bridget's pussy - freshly shaved - which reinforced my hunch. I fingered fucked her for a few minutes, then checked my fingers and found no scent of semen. And she still had the scent of perfume, a scent that would have worn off had she been rubbing against another body. Opening her legs, I got on top of Bridget and slipped my cock into her. I pumped her hard for some time, but she was still half asleep and didn't give me back much wiggling. Missy, through the open door, caught more than a glimpse of her friend Bridget being fucked. When I looked out, Missy had her nightgown up and her legs spread wide, showing me a thick mound of dark pubic hair. She was fingering herself while watching us fuck, as I worked away on top of Bridget. I looked into the living room and focused on Missy masturbating, knowing that I was watching her. At the last moment, I pulled out from Bridget's pussy and climbed on my knees to her mouth. I stuck my cock in Bridget's mouth and shot my load down her throat. After a few minutes, Bridget rolled over and went back to sleep. 

As I got up to go, Missy was still laying on the couch, nude from her belly button down. I sat on the edge of the couch. She didn't seem to mind. I ran my hands over her tits, then between her thighs. I slipped two fingers into her hairy pussy. I put one wet finger into Missy's mouth, and she sucked it. But I didn't want to fuck her, she'd hold it over Bridget, so I left.

Later, Bridget moved from that apartment into a larger townhouse, and her little sister Melissa moved in with her. Their apartment had problems with the gas furnace, it was an older place near German Village. Melissa was in many ways backward and certainly shy. She was 19, thin and pretty, with long curly dark brown hair, a straight nose, blue green eyes, and flawless skin. But she had quit school in the 10th grade, didn't work, and rarely left their childhood home. But she wasn't a prude. She would flirt with me and made it clear that she liked me. Bridget didn't hesitate to play with me in front of Melissa, in fact she showed off our sex, trying to make Melissa jealous. 

So that morning found me at their townhouse door.

"We need to stay here for awhile," Bridget said as she let me in. "The gasman is due here to check the furnace, and I have to be here to let him in."

"Ok." I said, as I looked her over. She'd pulled on a tight pair of jeans which were very flattering to her crotch and ass. With that she added an open top that was cut off below her breasts, or more accurately below her nipples. It didn't cover much of her loose tits. I figured that she put the top on just to let me in, thinking that she didn't want to walk around downstairs topless. And she had on those high heeled slippers. She looked really hot and ready for a fuck, and I was ready for it too. Bridget said that Melissa was upstairs, still sleeping.

"When's the guy gonna get here?" I asked.

"First thing this morning, after 9:00" Bridget said as she poured me a cup of coffee in the kitchen. I wrapped my arms around her and we started kissing. Then we climbed the stairs to her bedroom and I stretched out on her bed, sipping coffee. Bridget took her top off, and pranced around her bedroom arranging her clothes for work. I pulled her on her bed, and we kissed. I was pinching and sucking her nipples. The bedroom door was open so that she could hear the arrival of the gasman. After a while I got up and undressed, and I stood nude near the edge of the bed. Bridget knew that I wanted her to suck my cock, and she obliged by sliding over and taking my cock in her mouth. I remained standing, pushing my dick into her lovely face. She was giving me a slow, comfortable suck when we heard a bang on the apartment door. It's gotta be the gas guy, I thought to myself. I put my hand behind Bridget's head and made him wait an extra minute or two. Bridget then got up, put her loose top back on, and hurried down the steps. I was surprised when she put that top on. The gasman would be getting a good look at her boobs, I thought, she was practically topless. Grinning, I stretched out on the bed, nude with my legs open and with my cock still half hard.

But then I heard a sound in the upstairs hallway. In a split second Melissa came out from behind the door, where she'd been hiding, watching us. Melissa walked into Bridget's bedroom, forward and up close to me, all the while staring at my cock. She had on a light, thigh length robe that tied loosely in the front. I lay there, still grinning. Melissa was checking me out top to bottom. It was the first time that I knew of that she'd seen me completely naked. I made no attempt to cover myself. We could each here Bridget, now down in the basement, laughing and flirting with the gasman. Melissa put her fingers to her lips, whispering "shhh".

Melissa then loosened the tie and let her robe fall open a few inches. No bra, no panties. She gave me a clear show of her neatly trimmed 19 year old crotch. Then she pulled the robe open and lifted it off her shoulders. Next, she did a spin around for me, to show off her backside, and then she faced me with her legs a foot and a half open. Her pussy was wide, her thighs thin, and her butt had the curve of a soft teardrop. In a secretive way, she was proud of her body and happy to show off for me. She was stunning, a mouth watering beauty standing naked before me. I got up from the bed and put my arms on her shoulders. Then I slid my hands down, cupping her butt cheeks. My hard cock poked against her crotch as her nipples pressed against my chest.

"Melissa you are gorgeous," I whispered. I kissed her on the mouth, a lingering first kiss, and when I felt her mouth open I slipped my tongue in. We kissed passionately for several minutes, and as we kissed I took her hands and placed them on my penis. Her breasts were firm with small dark nipples. They were smaller than her sister Bridget's nipples, and protruded out nearly a half an inch. Her ass was a bit smaller too. Melissa only weighed about 100 pounds, I guessed, over her 5'6 frame. I ran my left hand all over her as my right hand caressed her pussy. When I found her clit, I gently twisted her pubic hair. As my left hand held her butt, I slid my middle finger of my right hand into her pussy. With her thin arms outstretched, she continued touching and stroking my cock. 

But then we heard the click clack noise of Bridget and the gasman climbing up from the basement. Bridget and he clamored to the front door, laughing and carrying on, as Bridget let him out. Melissa froze. Then she quickly knelt on one knee and stared directly at my penis. Slowly, shyly, she extended her tongue. Melissa licked the length of my penis as she continued to jerk me with her left hand. Then she took my cock head in her mouth and sucked me for a few seconds only. Then she stopped. As quickly as she had entered, she turned, left the bedroom holding her robe, and slipped into the adjacent hallway bathroom. She started running the shower water. I quietly closed the bedroom door and laid back on the bed.

Within a minute Bridget came back up the stairs and into her bedroom. She was embarrassed, knowing that I would be mad at her for flirting with the gasman. Her tits were mostly visible, and her face was red. Whatever lipstick she had on was gone. I took that ball and ran with it.

"What took you so long?" I asked.

No response.

"What were you guys laughing about?" I went on.

She said nothing, but had a guilty expression on her face.

"Well" she said, "if I tell you then you can't get mad. OK?"

"That depends. Why would I get mad, anyway?"

"So that's an OK," she said, "I'll tell you. The same gasman was here yesterday, lighting the hot water heater. I knew he'd be back this morning, and I wanted to show off a little. I wanted him to remember me. That's why I wore this top and my new jeans. After I let him in, I walked as close as possible to him, and I bumped him a couple of times going toward the basement. While we walked down the basement stairs, I made sure that he was in front. If he turned around, he could see my boobs up the front of this top." 

She showed me how the top floated open at the bottom, and I

imagined her movements as she descended the stairs. 

"My heal caught a step and I faked a stumble. Of course he turned around. He stopped and I nearly fell on him. Then he stooped lower, and he took a long look at my bare boobs. I led him across the basement. When I bent over near the furnace, he was behind me. As I bent down, I knew that he could see my tits, and I was poking my ass right at him. He was a nice looking guy and I was teasing him. While still bending over, I turned my head to see his eyes. I started laughing when I caught him staring at my tits. I told him that I didn't care, and he started laughing too. It was fun. So I let my top hang loose, knowing that he could see my tits every time I moved, and I let him stare. While he was tinkering with the furnace I moved closer, my crotch was inches from his face and hands. I put on a nice show for him and probably made his day."

I acted mad, though in truth I didn't mind her showing off. Earlier that year I had made her sunbathe topless outside her apartment, and I didn't care if her neighbors watched.

"Take of your clothes" I said, feinting anger, and I sat on the bed while she stripped for me. She handed her top to me, which I placed on the bed, and then I watched as she pulled her jeans down. Bridget had no panties on, and her crotch was freshly shaved. She stood there posing nude as I admired her. I got up and put my hands on her, I ran my fingers over her bare clitoris.

"Did the gas guy touch you?" I asked.

"No, not really. Not there, at least. I mean you're not going to file a complaint, are you?"

"Why would I do that?" I responded.

" I wouldn't want him fired, that's all," she said. 

"Well. What happened?" I asked.

"We did kiss a little," Bridget said, "and I let him feel my boobs. Then his hands were on my ass, and rubbing my pussy through my jeans. He tried to unzipp my jeans. That's when I told him that you were upstairs. He got mad and mumbled that I was a dick tease, and he pinched my tit. So I put my hands on his cock and told him I was sorry."

"Was that the end of it?" I said.

" It was mostly the end of the touching. He asked me to strip for him, and said that if I did, he would leave. I started laughing again. I didn't want a noisy scene with him, and I certainly didn't want you barging down the steps. So I pulled my top off. I undid my jeans and pulled them down to my knees. I said that's as far as it goes. He started laughing again, kissed me on the cheek, and said thanks."

Bridget had not been fucked, I knew that. I guess it was harmless enough, but I was a little mad. I told her to get down on her knees, with her legs spread. I moved forward and guided my hard cock into her mouth. As I watched her suck my dick, I noticed that when she came back in, Bridget left the door open a few inches. Bridget's back was to the door, though I could see out into the hallway. And as Bridget sucked my cock, on her knees, I saw Melissa peeking in, even though the shower water was still running. I wondered to myself, how many times has Melissa watched us have sex? Then Melissa's eyes met mine. So now I was putting on the show. I pulled out of Bridget's mouth and walked around the room, showing off my hard on. I got behind Bridget, and leaned her over the bed. I entered her pussy from behind, and she was still tight. I fucked Bridget doggy style, with her facing away from the door, and with a silent Melissa watching us. Melissa had a clear view of me, and of my cock going in and out of her sister. Fact is I didn't last long, my cock had been up and down for the last hour. I emptied my semen into Bridget's pussy.

Melissa had retreated from the doorway, and noise could be heard from the bathroom. I like to wash myself with a warm washcloth after sex, especially if I am on my way to work. I headed for the bathroom. Still nude, I opened the bathroom door. Melissa was putting on her robe, and she turned my way. She let me see her nude front again. As she walked past me, she whispered "thanks."

Bridget and I dressed and we drove to my office.

The furnace never did get fixed, and Melissa moved back home with her mother.



Little Sister



For Piper

*

Wesson was tired. The plane had been an hour and a half late, and traffic from the airport had turned a 20-minute drive into 90 minutes. All he wanted was his bottle of rye and Fontana's delivery -- a deep dish pizza with mushrooms and pepperoni. Instead, he got Katie.

She was sitting in the living room watching TV, a glass of wine on the coffee table. Butch Cassidy was on. "Isn't Katherine Ross pretty, Mr. Wesson?" she said.

Katie was Alex Worth's little sister. Alex had been best friends with Wesson's daughter, Annie, before Wesson's wife had divorced him. In the period after his divorce, Wesson had discovered, much to his amazement, that Alex's little girl crush had been much more than that. But Alex was in London on a graduate program. Katie, on the other hand, was on his sofa.

"Katie," said Wesson. "What are you doing here?"

She sipped the wine, licked her lips. "I borrowed Alex's key," she said.

Wesson, standing in back of the sofa, groaned. Literally, like a character in a bad play. Katie, needless to say, was not supposed to know about the key. She was not supposed to know about he and Alex, either. Obviously, they had tried to be discrete. But discretion was relative for a newly-divorced 49-year-old man and a 23-year-old who was discovering the joys of submission. They had fucked in his house and in hotels, of course, and a couple of times in his car. They had even fucked in her house, in her bedroom -- an experience that left Wesson weak-kneed every time he thought about it. The room was filled with little girl stuffed animals, just like his daughter's had been, and had the same sort of pink bedspread. Alex had ridden him, with her heavy, full tits bouncing, and she had been moaning, begging, "More, Daddy, more. Leave your cum inside me, Daddy, please Daddy."

Katie looked at the TV. "Yeah, I know about that day at the house." Katherine Ross was quizzing Paul Newman about the Spanish he needed to know to rob banks, and Newman was cheating. "I came home after you left, and I saw Alex on her bed, with your cum on her tits. The door was wide open. She was just lying there, touching herself, sucking your cum and her pussy juice off her fingers. She was so out of it, she never even noticed me. The only thing she could think of was getting off again. Who'd have thought Annie's dad could be that good?"

Wesson knew Katie was telling the truth, because Alex had called him that night and had told him what she had done after he had left. They had come again as she told him, taking phone fucking to another level.

"And your point is, Katie?" Wesson asked.

"No point, really," she said. Katie was four years younger than Alex, and looked as different as sisters could look. Alex took after her mother, an attractive, dark-haired woman whose family came from southern Italy; Wesson had loved to watch Alex undress, her long dark hair on top of her breasts. Wesson would call her his little Daddy slut and she would shudder in pleasure. No one was sure who Katie took after, for she was as light as her sister was dark, as small-framed as her sister was big. Katie was in her second of college, and still looked like she was in her second year of high school. She dressed that way sometimes, too, with pigtails and clothes from the girls' department at Target.

Katie reached for the remote, muted the TV. She turned around to look at Wesson, and he got his first good look at her. No pigtails, but she was wearing a red Hello Kitty tank top and black yoga pants. She wasn't wearing a bra; Wesson wondered if she was wearing panties.

"My parents are in the Hill Country on that wine trip you recommended," she said, and Wesson couldn't take his eyes off her nipples and how the tank top rubbed against them. "I kept thinking about how hot Alex was, lying there after you fucked her. I get off on that a lot, you know, thinking about that. It makes me so wet. So I came over."

Wesson started to say something, then something else, and then a third thing. He finally decided not to say anything at all. He just kept looking at Katie -- her tits under the tank top, how young she seemed, her pussy and how wet it was.

"How good did my sister fuck, Mr. Wesson?"

"She was amazing, Katie." The words just came out, before Wesson realized what he was saying. "Tight and wet and hungry and eager and she gave me all of herself and when I thought that was it, she found more to give me."

Katie slipped a hand under her top, starting squeezing a nipple. "Where did you fuck her the first time?"

"Here. On the sofa. About where you're sitting. I spread her legs and buried my face in her pussy and she grabbed my hair and pulled it and begged me to make her cum. And she tasted so good and when I bit her clit, she gasped and came almost at that instant."

Katie's eyes were soft and her top had ridden up above her tits. They were small and pink, and the tiny nipples looked like butterscotch. Katie had her other hand under her pants and it was going up and down as Wesson told her what had happened.

Wesson walked around to the front of the sofa, stood over Katie. He reached down, took her hand out from her pants and kissed the fingers, smelling her as he did, and then sucking her first two fingers, one at a time. She shivered. "Take your pants off, Katie," he said, and she slid out of them. Her pussy was glistening, and she had shaved. On the muted TV, Katherine Ross was telling Paul Newman and Robert Redford that she wouldn't watch them die.

Wesson put Katie's hand back on her pussy, and she used two fingers to pinch her clit as quickly as she could. "Then I got on top of her, Katie," and he climbed out his pants and shorts and stood in front of her, his cock in his hand, teasing it. "And Alex spread her legs as wide as they would go and I put my cock in her and pushed and pushed and she shook her head back and forth and made little girl noises and I pulled almost all the way out and then I pushed back in," and Wesson's hand was around his cock, stroking it and he watched Katie close her eyes and rub her pussy faster and faster.

"Don't stop, Daddy," she said and he could tell she was getting close and his cock felt so good in his hand and he could smell how wet she was and he knew he was getting close, too. "And I pushed back in a third time and a fourth time and Alex was so wet and slippery and I knew I was going to cum in her and I knew she needed it and she wanted it and she was squirming from side to side and panting and gasping and begging for Daddy cum, and then I came inside her, Katie, Daddy came inside his sweet, nasty princess."

And Katie was panting and gasping and her eyes were squeezed shut and Wesson knew she was watching him fuck Alex, that she had seen the whole thing that day in Alex's bedroom, and then the vibration started and her body shook and she came, and as she came his cock felt it and he came, too, and his cum shot out and onto her thighs and her belly and her tits and she opened her eyes. "Thank you, Daddy," she said.



Little Sister, Big Secret



Brad rarely saw his sister Emma anymore. Between their going to school in separate cities and busy schedules when they were home in the summer, it was rare if they spent more than an hour in each other's' company. He still always loved seeing her, though she and he both were changing as they followed their own paths. And oh did every time he did see her remind him that she was a stunner. As they were going through school Brad knew she was going to be a beauty when she got prettier and prettier each year. However, it seemed that she never stopped; her breasts got bigger and bigger until they looked like they could fill Brad's hand and then some, or so he imagined. Her face was adorable, with a beautiful smile and that sexy way she bit her lip when she did something naughty. And her body...her workouts kept it so slender at the waist and yet her butt a spank-able little cushion. Topped off with her soft, brown hair flowing down to her shoulders, she was a picture of perfection. 

It didn't matter though, for all the torture he had to endure when she let her robe slip open as she lounged on the couch, revealing her bra and her taut stomach-- she was still his sister. He'd put up with the suggestive comment or two from guys at school, and maybe stolen a peak at her cup size when she left a lacy number in the drier (it was 34D) but other than that their interactions were mostly innocent. When they went to school they drifted a bit further apart, but of course, every time she came home she seemed to have gotten hotter, more tan, better legs, etc. 

It was a Friday afternoon and Brad had gotten out of class early so he decided to make the drive back home and drop in on his mom and dad for the weekend. He could use a break from the action at school. So, a few hours later and he was pulling into his driveway. He arrived just as the mailman walked up and offered to bring the mail in himself. He grabbed it and walked up to the front door, flipping through it as he climbed the steps to the front door. Something caught his eye, a manila envelope with a letterhead he recognized. Embarrassingly enough, after thinking about it a few seconds he placed it as a porn company he'd seen on one of those video streaming sites.

'What's this?' He thought to himself and paused at the front door.

Thinking quickly he decided that whatever it was, his parents probably shouldn't be seeing it anyway so he slipped it into his duffel and rang the doorbell. After exchanging hellos and sitting a while with his dad before he headed back to work, Brad headed upstairs to his room. The envelope in his bag had nagged at him while sitting with his dad and he intended to find out what it was about. He had only glanced at the envelope earlier before stuffing it away and looking at it now he noticed that it was addressed to his sister. His heart spiked a bit at that, what the hell would a porn company want with Emma? 

Ripping it open he reached in to find a letter and a DVD. He'd have read the letter but the cover of the DVD grabbed his attention for a very obvious reason. It was a porno called "School's Out" with a beautiful young girl on the cover, but not just any beautiful girl, his sister. His jaw practically hit the floor. She was posing on the cover in a sexy schoolgirl outfit with the naughty look on her face that Brad had come to know so well. The caption beside her read that it was her first scene, and once again Brad was speechless. The back had a few more pictures of her and other girls in the film but nothing displaying what her part in the film was.

He walked over toward his bag to retrieve his laptop and sat down waiting for it to power up before he really took it in. His sister... in a porno... the very one he held in his hand? She looked so cute on the front cover, so innocent and yet so god damn hot. How the hell had she become a pornstar? From what he knew, she was still in school and doing well. 

'My God, porn?' He thought to himself.

In his haste he failed to even think that this was his sister he was about to see on his screen if he put that disc into his laptop. And not only that; she was going to be...presumably having sex with some random dude with a big dick. Christ he hadn't even seen her naked in full before and he was about to see a lot more than that. He hesitated as he stared at his desktop for a few seconds. Should he watch it...? Wow, it was like his dreams were coming true and he was simultaneously waking up.

'Maybe just a minute, to see if it's really true,' He rationalized as he slipped it into the drive and pulled up the menu.

The first scene wasn't her, or the second. It was as he suspected, the same type of story line he'd seen played out in plenty of scenes before. When his sister came on to the screen it was a third shock in only a few minutes. She was wearing her sexy little school girl outfit with her breasts pushed up and short miniskirt cutting off close below her bubbly behind. She had a pierced belly button (man did he love that on girls) and a touch of makeup. He watched in disbelief as she went through the motions with some guy, setting up the story of a sexy student trying to talk her way out of trouble. He had to admit, she was an adorable actress, and he found himself projecting himself into the role of the man being seduced by his student.

That was until she reached for the guy's belt buckle. He realized she really was going to sleep with the guy and Brad covered his eyes with his hand. He couldn't watch this, could he? He peeked between his fingers and saw the guy reaching for his sister's breast. As he grasped it for a second and Brad found himself becoming angry with the actor for touching his sister that way. In a few more seconds she had worked the guy's pants open and was holding his semi-erect penis. He wasn't all that much larger than Brad he thought to himself happily.

And then the man worked Emma's breast out of its cotton sling and he saw her nipple for the first time. It was utterly suck-able, a big nub with a relatively tiny areola that his mouth watered at the sight of. She then started stroking his penis up and down in her tiny hand and kissing him in a way that he wished deeply to feel himself. Feeling his own cock begin to harden, a pang of guilt struck him for desiring his sister so. 

He battled inwardly as the video played out and his sister started to disrobe and he decided to just click through. It wasn't as if he intended to see it, but the first click of the mouse brought him to a frame of his sister on her knees with a cock deep in her mouth. Even for the second he lingered he could see the side profile of his little sister and her rocking body. Bent at the knee as she was he loved the way the pads of her feet stretched to stabilize her and her curves led from her toned legs to her taut, arched back. Oh no, he thought as she swallowed the cock a few times and he averted his eyes. He haphazardly clicked forward into the video and this time she wasn't on her knees, but laid out on the bed with her pussy, which looked taut as hell, swallowing the man's shaft into her tiny frame. Piercing her over and over the guy shoved himself into Emma and Brad felt himself becoming angry, or was it jealous... either way a few more times of watching his sister's quim stretch to accept the invading member and he slammed his screen down, unable to watch it any further. 

Her soft pants of pleasure rang in his ears, and it was as if he could see her, wiggling beneath him as he shoved into her. His cock was completely stiff. He was reeling from what he just saw. Firstly because he had just watched his own little sister, the one who he'd walked with to school when they were little and wrestled with in the back yard, do some different a kind of wrestling altogether. Secondly, he could not believe how unbelievably attractive she was and how badly he wanted to be in the unnamed man's place. He felt all at once shocked about his relationship with the young girl he was just watching be fucked, and strange that he'd felt lust for her. After all, that's what she was there for wasn't it? To be an icon for his desires, to arouse him enough to pleasure himself while watching her. Oh Lord, how would he face her now, knowing what he knew?

A sound woke him from his daze and he got up to see who was making it. Looking over the railing as he left his room he saw her standing in the doorway and shutting it behind her. It looked like he'd be facing her even sooner than he expected.

"Big bro!" she screamed as she dropped her things.

Bounding up the stairs Emma's breasts bounced in her shirt, a deep v-neck sweater showing off plenty of them. The shirt was cut short of her belly button and he could see the piercing that had gleaming there on her beautiful stomach. Below that she had a set of distressed looking low-rider jeans that could have been painted on for how tightly they held her beautiful legs. She practically jumped into his arms and he prayed that she didn't feel his already stiffening erection.

With her body pressed up against his and her breasts, her soft, full breasts, mashed between them, Brad resigned himself to the fact that he'd never look at Emma the same again. Instead he just wrapped her in his arms, returning the hug. Feeling her body against his, the warmth of it and the swell of her breasts, resurrected the war between his brain and dick. She pushed off of him and looked at Brad deep in the eyes, a questioning look on her face. It was the same adorable face he remembered, and it caused him to snap out of his stupor and realize he'd not said a word to her yet.

"So good to see you baby sis, I didn't know you were coming home!" Brad managed.

One of his hands came to rest on the exposed portion of her back, it was warm and smooth. He thought about how it would feel to grab onto her there, and about seeing that guy holding onto her waist as he plunged that big thing of his into Brad's little sister.

"Well, Jenna told me you were coming home and I decided that I had some free time this weekend so I'd join you. Are you happy to see me?"

Jenna was Emma's best friend in high school and now attended the same college as Brad. She was a year younger than him and almost as sexy as Brad's little sister was; he'd seen her walking home from class and mentioned he was going home for the weekend. Man news travels fast, he thought to himself.

"Of course I'm happy to see you, this house can always use a little more action, right? Especially a knockout like you little sis, I swear you keep getting prettier every time I see you!" Brad said excitedly. 

"Oh stop it," Emma blushed, and then there was that look again -- her cheeks puffing up the way they did and that little nibble of her lip. The frame of Emma first being penetrated came into his memory and he shook it off. "When did you become such a charmer, huh? And while we're handing out compliments, you've been hitting the gym a little yourself haven't you?"

He had, with a little free time here and there now that he had gotten passed the difficult years in school, he had tried to stay in shape. He was now a pretty lean 6'0" and 185 lbs.

"Well I gotta look good for the ladies right, and speaking of Jenna, maybe I oughta look her up when I go back to school!" Brad said leadingly.

"You wouldn't dare! She's my best friend!" Emma screamed.

"I don't know Em, she was lookin' mighty fine in that sundress today." Brad teased.

"Better than me?" Emma asked him and took a step back, kicking her hips out the side and posing for comparison.

"Hmm... let me think... turn for me." Brad continued to joke with her but she actually did spin around, showing him that her great little booty and the rest of her backside. "It's a close one, I think I oughta sleep with her to find out."

"No way mister, don't even think about it. And that wouldn't be fair, you'd have to sleep with me then and I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to do that." Emma shot back at him.

Brad had to hesitate a second at that, had she really just said that. He could hardly hold back the thoughts of bending her over the railing right there and taking her like the little pornstar she was.

'Get a hold of yourself' Brad scolded himself. See her mock upset look, he said: "Oh alright already, plus I don't think they have guys like me down at that school of yours. Little girls like you only go for the hipster type guys with jeans tighter than yours and a personality disorder."

"Ha, got a pretty high opinion of yourself there, huh sport." Emma joked. "I think it's me you couldn't handle. They don't make 'em like me in that winter wasteland you attend," Emma thrust her chest out while saying that and Brad practically shot in his pants. She looked so god damned sexy and she must have known it. "I bet the only girls you take home at that school have a bigger dick than you."

"I doubt that," Emma's eyes seemed to glint and shoot downward at that comment, but Brad continued, "But just ask your friend Jenna in a week or two and she'll tell you."

Emma gave up, "Ugh, you are relentless! Whatever, I'm gonna take a shower, will you please bring up my bags Mr. Manly Man?"

Brad watched her walk away, her beautiful hips swaying as she sauntered down the hall. What was happening! He had suddenly started talking sex with his little sister, and he had to reel himself back in. But he didn't really want to; truth of the matter was, he was imagining himself in that shower with her, fucking her brains out. Holding on to those gorgeous titties of hers and he could just pound away at her from behind. 

'She's your sister for god's sake.' Brad knew he'd really turned the corner with the way he looked at his little sister. 'But the way she played into my jokes...' He argued in his head, 'She'd never go for it... or would she.' He took a few minutes downstairs to process what was going on. Even if she wanted him to, could he really do it? He poured himself a glass of water and drained it before grabbing her bags and heading upstairs.

Approaching her room he saw the door half open and beyond it, his little sister undressing. She peeled her sweater off and tossed it on the bed as he climbed the last stair. A few more steps toward her door and he could see her reaching for the button on her jeans and trying to wiggle out of their snug fit. Her breasts swayed back and forth and nearly spilling out of the confines of her bra, a simple white push-up. The curves of her smooth skin, sun-kissed by the California rays at her school, accentuated a flawless body. As soon as she had the jeans down to her feet, hopping once or twice adorably, she reached behind her to unclasp her bra and Brad made a coughing sound to announce his presence.

"Eh, hhem," he interrupted.

Emma, still with the jeans caught around one foot, reached for her breasts as the bra straps fell from her shoulders. She covered herself as best she could, and Brad looked away to give her her privacy. 

"Sorry sis, I was just bringing your things," He snuck a peak once or twice over his right shoulder.

"Ha-ha, I guess I gave you a bit of any eyeful huh?" She was rustling around behind him and then said, "okay, you can look now."

As he turned he realized she wasn't all that better covered, she had a tiny towel covering the essentials but the tops of her breasts and the very bottom of her butt was clearly peeking out on either side. He could do nothing to stop his cock from hardening in his shorts and he could have sworn he saw Emma's eyes catch it once or twice.

"What's the matter Brad, am I making you nervous?" She teased.

"No, you're just not wearing very much and your my sister," he responded

"Hmm..." was all she said, glancing clearly down toward her brother's crotch, if only for a second.

Brad left her alone for the time being; whether or not something was going to happen between them, Brad knew he needed to cool down and take things slowly. If he had only waited a few more seconds earlier he would have probably seen Emma strip fully nude and he wasn't sure he was ready to see that in person (even if he had seen her being stuffed full of cock in the video just before she arrived home herself)

Emma showered and he heard her ambling down the stairs to the living room while he was sitting and watching TV. He shouldn't have even been shocked when he saw that she was wearing only a tiny orange top that could have been a bathing suit and yoga pants, and yet his jaw nearly dropped seeing all that exposed skin.

"Jeez sis, you comfortable?"

"When did you become such a prude, huh? It's my own damn house and I just had a long drive, I would have gone naked but I couldn't risk mom or dad coming home early," Emma responded with some sass.

"Because it would be fine for you to be prancing around in the nude in front of me..." Brad questioned

"Like I said..." Emma said almost inaudibly, but not quite, "...prude."

Brad heard it, and wasn't pleased by being accused again. "What's gotten into you huh?"

"Oh nothing." Emma lied, she wasn't about to reveal that she was thinking about becoming a full time adult film star, especially not to her brother.

So they just watched TV together like that, Emma lounging across the couch with her gorgeous tummy stretched just so, and her breasts hugged in the strip of cloth across them. The yoga pants left absolutely nothing to the imagination and she was, put simply, and absolute knockout. She was way too pretty for porn he thought to himself, wishing again he hadn't seen her being used by an unnamed actor. Regardless of the fact that he was defenseless to her beauty, (he knew for a fact that every other man was anyway) Brad simply couldn't shove off the protective feelings he had toward Emma. He'd been looking out for her since they were little.

"Let's do something, I'm bored," Emma whined.

"Like what?"

There was a pause, and Brad watched her as she looked deep in thought. Then, as if a light bulb had gone off in her head, she sat up straight, causing her breasts to shake in the orange top and her abs to flex gorgeously.

"Oh shit... I just forgot," Emma trailed off, clearly deep in thought again.

"Earth to Emma!" Brad called out to her.

"I have to do something, I can't believe I forgot." Emma 

"Umm... okay."

Emma hopped off the couch and took the stairs two at a time up to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her before Brad could even enjoy the sight of her spandex covered ass. He stayed where he was on the couch nonetheless, half enjoying the episode of one of those shows brain-dead he watched sometimes and half processing all of the information he'd taken in over the last hour or so. 

Visions of Emma came in and out of his mind, some of them from the clip he'd just seen of her a short while ago. He dozed off a few times and was making peace with all of the chaos Emma had caused within him since he'd returned home when she quickly opened the door at the top of the stairs and walked out.

"So......." Emma said, walking to the stairs and looking down at him,

"So......." Brad questioned her.

"I have this thing I have to do, and I usually have my roommate at school help me with it, but she's not here now and I forgot it was due tonight,"

"We're not exactly in the same program Emma, I'm not sure I can help you with your homework." Brad replied.

"Yea.... It's not that kind of thing, actually."

"Ugh, okay. What is it?" Brad responded to her as he got up off the couch. "Well, that's the thing. I know I shouldn't be asking you, you being my brother and all, but I really need your help." Emma had a guilty look on her face, and Brad was still clueless.

"Well what the hell is it already?" Brad asked, growing impatient.

"Just... can you come up here and I'll show you." This time, the look on her face was more naughty than anything else, and Brad liked it.




Little Sister, Big Secret



It was his turn to race up the stairs this time, but with Emma standing at the top he tried to keep his cool. When he reached the top he nearly ran into his sister and found himself standing a few inches from her. The scent of her body wash was faint yet exciting, and there was a moment of silence between them before Emma spoke.

"So... I didn't think I was going to need to tell you so soon...but..." she was really dragging this out.

"Oh God just spit it out already."

"I NEED YOU TO TAKE PICTURES OF ME NAKED." She barely managed to form separate words.

It took a minute for Brad to even pick the words apart. "Uhh... WHAT?" This was a stretch, even after some of the thoughts he'd been having.

She was racing again, "I know it sounds weird, but I guess I kinda may have done some porn and now I need to do a photo audition for a company that could give me a really big offer if I look good in it and I can't take the photos myself because I forgot my remote for the camera so I need you to do it and I know it will be weird but I really need you to so will you just please do it." She said it all in one breath.

"Whoa......." Brad didn't know how to respond just then.

Emma just looked up at him with eyes wide, they were pleading him to agree.

"I don't know Em, this is out there." Sure he'd wished to get inside her when he saw her on his computer screen, but didn't every guy imagine having sex with their favorite pornstars? If they were really in front of them though, would a guy go through with it; maybe cheat on a girlfriend, risk getting her pregnant?

Fuck it, he didn't have a girlfriend, thinking of getting Emma pregnant made him want to more, and she hadn't even asked him to have sex with her, just see her naked.

"I guess if you really need my help," 

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" She jumped into his arms and he immediately felt his hands on that warm, taut abdomen he was drooling over before. 'God she is so hot!' he screamed inwardly, and he rejoiced at the fact that he was apparently about to see her naked.

"So I know this is going to be a bit weird for you, but if you just do as I say we'll have the pictures we need in no time, I'll owe you so much." Her smile exuded sex now.

"Yea you bet you will." Brad said.

Emma took him by the hand and led him inside. She led him over to her dresser where a pretty expensive looking DSLR Camera sat and a few different lenses. On the bed was an outfit that he absolutely couldn't wait to see his little sister in, and when she picked it up and told him to wait as she put it on in the bathroom he started to breathe heavily. 

She walked out in an unbelievably sexy schoolgirl outfit. It had a blouse that was not much bigger than the plaid bra beneath and a miniskirt that couldn't even cover her pert little butt. She looked down at the floor and then up at Brad through the strands of brown hair that had fallen in front of her eyes. 

She looked so beautiful, and Brad suddenly had the idea to snap a picture. He brought the camera up and quickly took a picture. He perfectly captured the innocence she was exuding and kept taking pictures as she scolded him:

"Stop! I'm not ready yet."

"Hey I said I'd take pictures, but I'll take them whenever I want." He fire back with a smile on his face.

"FINE! Like I said, you're relentless."

She walked over toward the bed, slowly, and made sure to give him plenty of time to take pictures on her way over. She put a knee up on the bed and looked back at him, the pose was flawless.

"Are you sure this is okay with you, I know I was calling you prude earlier so I don't want you to feel like you have to prove something." She said, really meaning it.

"No Em, it's really okay, you need help and you're my little sis so I'll do it. Besides, you're not so hard on the eyes anyway." He complimented

She was positively beaming after his comment and she bit on the tip of her pinky finger in embarrassment. She continued her path onto the bed and showed him a bit of her ass as she bent over on her hands and knees with her back arched impressively. Her little butt stood proud in the air, he snapped a pic every few seconds, moving this way and that to get good angles. She might have needed his help, but he was certainly going to enjoy this if he had any say in it.

Then Emma laid down flat and played around with her legs. 'Click, click, click,' went the camera as he got shots of her long aiguille socks snaking their way up her toned legs. They were so smooth and so alluring. She rolled over, once again arching her back as her brother took more pictures.

"You're beautiful little one, keep doing that," Emma smiled as her brother breathed the compliment quietly not sure whether he'd meant her to hear it or not. She quickly untied the blouse to reveal the plaid bra beneath. It was a tight-fitting piece that caused her breasts to spill out over the tops. Brad couldn't imagine something more perfect or more seductive. He took multiple pictures as she kneeled upright on the bed to remove the blouse, her tits pushed out as she snaked her arms out through the sleeves.

Laying back down and stretching out on the bed, she posed a few times before reaching for the ties where her plaid miniskirt connected on the left, and quickly tugging at the laces with her hand. The miniskirt loosened and she slid it off her waist. She smiled a great, big, gleaming smile at the camera and flung the skirt her brother's way. Brad couldn't be certain but he thought he may have gotten a great shot of the skirt midair with his little sister perched behind it on the bed, now in only her bra and a matching pair of panties. 

Brad could feel his body heating up, though the temperature in the room hadn't changed a degree. It wasn't all that was going up either, and Emma took notice of the bulge in her brother's pants that was snaking its way towards his waistband. She felt so aroused that her big brother found her good-enough looking to get an erection over. It encouraged her further. She started posing more sensuously and in more provocative poses: tossing this way and that, sexy looks flashed across her beautiful face and she imagined that her eyes were begging him to ravage her.

Brad couldn't believe his restraint as he took picture after picture. But finally, it was the moment of truth, and as Emma reached around her backside with nimble fingers, disconnecting the clasp of her bra, Brad knew he was in for the treat of a lifetime. Once again she let the bra fall only a bit before covering it with her hands, and he kept clicking and clicking. More of her breasts were showing now, and he wanted more than anything to see the remaining hidden objects of his fantasy.

Emma teased him though, for as soon as she let the bra fall, her hands were there to cover her nipples, which were hard as ever, she noted. She stood and walked toward him, getting dangerously close, and when only a few feet away she covered both her breasts with one hand and reached down to shove off her tiny panties. Down and over her cute socks they went and Emma's free hand covered her pussy. He could tell she was shaven, and seeing his sister's exposed body made his heart begin to race.

Brad was rock hard by then, so when Emma came very close to him, and then backed away slowly after whispering, "see something you like," and then glancing downward toward his enlarged manhood; Brad was positively swooning. He remembered to take pictures however, and was finally coming back to earth when his sister dropped her hands and ran them over her body. 

She had been so breathtaking in the video but it did no justice to what she really looked like in real life. It was like she'd been sculpted from marble. Her breasts hung in pert teardrops, a full handful or more. Her pussy was so tiny, he wondered how in the world she fit anything into it. She'd certainly have a hard time taking him. 'Whoa there fella,' he thought to himself, 'don't move to fast, you're only here to take pictures.'

The pictures continued for a few minutes like this, with Emma prancing around the room and taking up different positions: on the bed, on the chair, lying down, kneeling, etc. His favorites were as she stood against the wall; he could just imagine pinning her to the wall and lifting her off her feet with his thrusts. She was so exiting that he couldn't imagine what company would turn her down. She really was way too pretty for porn, he thought to himself.

Then Emma paused, and stopped moving about on the bed.

"You've been so helpful, I wonder if I could ask....no....that's too much and I've already asked so much. Never mind." She seemed conflicted, and sincere about letting him off the hook.

"What is it Em, I told you I'd help no matter what, and I meant it." Brad assured his sister.

"Okay but don't freak out, just say no if you think you can't handle it." The way she phrased that was a little bit of a dig but he nodded his head in agreement. 

"So, the shoot has a second part they say is optional but encouraged," she had a much guiltier look on her face this time. "It involves a guy, and they said they'd really like to see how I perform a little on camera.

"Oh no, are you talking about what I think you're talking about?" Brad was a little worried, was she suggesting that he... have sex with her? He felt light-headed.

"You'd just have to let me take it out and hold it a little bit while you snap pictures, you can pretend it's Jenna or someone else." His little sister looked down at the floor again.

"You're going to what, jerk me off or something." Brad couldn't tell whether he was scare or excited, or both.

"Just for a little bit, I promise I'll be quick about it, I just need to borrow your..." she paused, "you know, your thing for a minute or two."

"This is a little more than taking pictures Em, and what if mom or dad comes home?" Brad questioned her; it was a legitimate concern.

"I talked to mom after I got off the plane, she said she was going to be late tonight, and Dad never gets home before 8pm anyway. PLEAAASSSEEE Brad, please!

"Wow, I never thought I'd see the day of innocent little Emma begging to hold my dick." Brad laughed as he said it and it brought a smile to his little sister's face. "Yea yeah, go ahead."

"Oh my God I can't thank you enough, once again she hugged him, except this time without anything but his t-shirt between them he could feel his sister's nipples poking into him and much more of the heat of her body as she pressed it against him. 

Reaching down between them as she hugged him, she felt over his jeans the long strip along which his hard cock had adjusted to fit in his pants. 

"Wow, it can't be that big, can it?" His sister looked up at him.

Brad only shrugged at her, and she dropped to her knees to remove his pants. He pointed the camera down at her and took a few pictures with it zoomed out as much as possible. Her fingers skillfully unbuttoned his jeans and released the zipper. In a few seconds she had him stepping out of his pants and standing before her in only his boxers.

She involuntarily stroked a few times, before pulling the boxers down as well. Out popped Brad's sizable erection.

"Wow Brad, I never knew." His little sister looked up at him with wide eyes and he snapped a shot of her, it was gorgeous.

She pulled him over to the bed and got on all fours, encouraging him to sit down so she could get a better angle. He held the camera away while she took his shirt off of him and the two of them were naked on the bed together. His sister started stroking his cock, and he was tempted to say something about how she was going further then she'd said she would but the feeling of her tiny hand wrapped around his enormous member was just too good. Plus, she had said she was going to need to touch him, so he couldn't back out on her now. 'Click, click, click," he kept photographing the whole thing.

He held the camera away and attempted to get a more distant shot when he felt something he did not expect. Pushing the hair back around her ear, Emma lowered her mouth to the tip of her brother's penis. She popped the whole tip in her mouth before Brad could say anything about it.

"Em," he said, quietly so as not to embarrass her,

"Emma!" he repeated, this time with a bit more urgency.

She looked up at him to acknowledge his call as she licked around his sensitive tip and Brad managed to take a few more pictures. Her eyes searched him for what he was calling to her for, and he started to say.

"Emma, I thought you said we weren't going to.....ahhhh"

He couldn't finish the statement for the life of him, for as he tried to, his little sister had begun plunging head onto his cock and taking it deep into her throat. Further and further she took it, until she could take no more and she pulled it out slowly, not taking her eyes off his for one second. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen a woman do, and it was his sister for crying out loud.

Emma continued to suck him like that for a few minutes, and Brad was in heaven feeling her warm mouth and tongue wrap around him, washing away any feelings he may have had to stopping what they were doing. She worked him with her mouth and hand, and he snapped photo after photo of his hot little pornstar sucking him for all he was worth. Slippery with her saliva, Emma slid her hand up and down in tandem with her warm mouth, flitting her tongue about and kissing Brad's tip as she reached it. 

She slowed to a stop, and then gingerly lay back on the bed. Her breasts laid proudly atop her chest and her narrow waist looked like something he could take into his hands and grasp on to. He was standing a few feet away and Emma reached out with her sock-covered soles, expertly grasping onto his erect cock and pulling it toward her.

"I know I said I'd only touch it, but if I really want the job, but the more intense the shots I send, the better the chance..." She made the sweetest puppy dog face she could muster, 

" You've helped so much. But..."

"Emma, I hope you're not thinking what I think you are..." Brad knew he wanted it, but he also knew it was wrong. Once again he was conflicted, and the rod that his little sister held in her hands snugly was turning him against himself.

It was as if Emma hadn't even heard him protesting, "I owe you so bad, I promise I'll make it up to you. I don't have anybody else!"

"Em, you can't ask me," his voice was pleading as he trailed off, "I won't be able to say no..."

"Can you...... put it in, just a little... and take a few pictures?" Her voice rang sweetly in his head, how could he possibly say no? "I promise that's all, just an inch, and then you can stop."

But Brad knew he wouldn't be able to stop, and he couldn't even respond but to walk closer to her and adore her body with his eyes and the camera. He pointed it down at her, his little sister's body lain out for him just like she was in the video he saw. He felt her legs pull from behind as she wrapped them around him and the ridged cotton high-socks rubbed against his skin. It was intoxicating, but not so much as the feeling he experienced as the tip of his cock made contact with his little sister's pussy.

It was soaking wet, and the first push of his sister's heels caused the underside of his shaft to rub all the way up his Emma's wet quim. As it made contact with her clit she let out a sweet little moan, reaching for her brother subconsciously. Her fingertips scanned his muscular chest and she pulled him to her lips just after he caught a picture of the incestuous contact his cock was making with her slit. 

"Thank you big bro, you don't know how much this means to me." She kissed him passionately and trailed with more soft kisses to his lips, he could sense deeper meaning in her words regardless of the empty promises coming out of her mouth. He accepted them willingly and kissed her back, camera in one hand and the nape of her neck in the other. His member mashed against her mound harder and Emma moaned into her brother's mouth.

"Anything for you little one, just tell me what to do." He really loved her and wanted to help her in any way he could, and thoughts of the inappropriateness of their tryst began to eek from his racing thoughts. He'd stop if she wanted to in a heartbeat, all she had to do was say the word.

"Okay...mmmh..." she cooed as he retreated and his underside rubbed its way back along her slick outer lips, "just put the tip right there...uhh huh... right on the outside."

She reached down between them and guided it a bit more and Brad got an amazing shot of her holding his shaft and placing it in the perfect spot. 'Click, uhhhhh, Click' the camera's frames were interrupted with the soft pants of his little sister preparing for him to press into her, only an inch like she'd promised.

"Just a little baby?" He asked her.

"Yea, just....mmmmh... just the tip of it" she said breathily.

He pressed in a bit, not even half of the tip of his cock entered into his sexy little pornstar before he realized he was actually fucking her. It was beyond his wildest dreams, and by the time he'd sunk only an inch of his pulsing rod into her, she was breathing and gasping heavily.

"Fuckkk......it's too big.....just hold it there..... mmmnghhh," she sounded so sweet, so erotic, "oh god, take a picture before I cum."

They both giggled, but Emma wasn't really kidding, his tip alone had her fired up and hornier than she'd ever been. The fact that it was her own brother made it so much more naughty, and so much more exciting!

'Click, click,' Brad snapped shots of her whole body with his cock only just entering his little sister, they were beautiful photos he was sure, and the look on Emma's face was so genuine, so full of lust and enjoyment that she sold it flawlessly. Someone would be looking at these photos to judge his little sister's potential as a pornstar having no idea that it was the little brunette's brother with his cock lodged inside of her.

Brad felt her socks on his back again, they urged him forward and he had nowhere to go but in. 'Click,' another half inch disappeared into Emma's tiny frame. 

"Emma, ohhh, that's more than an inch...." They both knew damn well that it was, but neither Brad or Emma planned to do anything about it.

She moaned exquisitely and another inch deeper he went. Emma's toes spread in her schoolgirl knee-highs as his head forged its way into her and her tunnel spread to accommodate it, and Brad couldn't help but let out a groan himself. 'Click' the camera caught his shaft halfway into his young sister and the warmth and tightness of it was excruciatingly perfect.

"Oh God Em, you feel so good. Should I stop, I'm already half way in!" He was trying desperately to keep taking pictures as he pierced her with his rock-solid staff.

"Just a little further, then you should.....oh god....fuckkkk....I feel like you're going to split me in half..... so big......so fucking good." Her dirty talk was so sexy, he couldn't believe his ears. Almost all the way in his sister now, Brad snapped a picture with one hand and reached out to grab her breast in the other. It filled his hand like it was meant to be and he could feel the upright nipple poking into his palm like a marble. He massaged her breast and took another picture like that as Emma reached down to guide in the last inch of his enormous dick.

"Then I should...ohh... what Emma? Stop?" He would if she wanted to, but she felt so good he sincerely hoped he never had to leave.

"Uhh huh..... yeah we should st.....ohhhh, it just feels so good." She was arching her back like she had in the photos before, and this time Brad pointed the camera to get her doing it while skewered on his pole. He bottomed out inside of her and felt his balls press against her firm cheeks.




Little Sister, Big Secret



"I'm gonna pull out now, mmm, okay baby?" Brad could hardly say it he felt so good with his sister's unbelievably tight tunnel wrapping him up in warmth and wetness. She nodded in agreement as Brad withdrew himself from his baby sister's slick warmth. The friction created as his head rubbed along her insides made Emma's eyes roll back and Brad grab firmly at her waist to ground himself from the pleasure. As Emma's lips gave way to his bulbous head and he withdrew that final inch, Brad looked down for some response from his sister.

"Maybe just one.....one more time.....ohhh god... oh fuckkk.... Just to make sure we got good photos....mmmh." She was closing her eyes now as Brad's hand wrapped around her side as he'd imagined grabbing it before. It was pliable in his hands yet warm and firm. He took a picture of his fingers making an impression in her hip as he removed his cock from his sister's womb and then began plunging it in again. Emma reached out for him, and held her hand over his as her other held his sensitive balls and caressed them with her fingers. She worshipped him with her hands and her moans as he sank his entire cock into Emma faster this time. Inch by inch he plummeted into her, and her insides could barely take him for all the tightness her pussy was displaying.

"Ohhhhh....shitttt...... again..." she gasped

He pulled out and shoved back in again, barely taking any pictures now. It was doubtful the camera was getting anything good, he simply couldn't focus on anything but the feeling of his cock buried in his little sister's quim.

"I think we got it all Emma.... Fuck that's tight.... what do you want now?" He savored the feeling of what could be his last time burying his cock inside his little sister.

"One... moruhhhhhh." She didn't finish what she was saying over her moans of ecstasy.

"What was that Em? Fuck...so good...what do you want?"

"Ohhhhhhh.... Just shut up and.... Fuck..... fuck me already!"

Brad took a second to process what he'd just heard before Emma snatched the camera from his hand and quickly cast it onto the pillows beside them. Taking his hands in hers she guided them to her ample breasts and massaged them into herself, leaving them there and opting to put hers around his waist and encourage him inside of her. Brad obliged his sister, fucking her as she'd asked and picking up the speed at which he buried every inch of himself into her. He could see her squirm and flex beneath him, hoping he was not causing her pain as he extracted so much pleasure from her sex.

He took her waist with both hands and withdrew his cock from her perfect little pussy. It was hard to believe it fit inside her, the opening barely looked big enough for two fingers. But as he placed his tip back at her soft, wet hole, and pressed inside, it gave way to her slick channel and his cock found its home once again. 

His hands mashed into her waist as he used it for leverage to begin fucking his sister harder little by little. She grabbed his wrists to hold on too and he began to withdraw and sink into her faster, her body pressing into the bed under the force of his thrusts.

"Oh my godd.... You are so fucking.....mghhhh.... huge... I love you.... And your cock!

"I love you too baby, I could do this forever." He really could, and his breaths became laden with effort and pleasure. He drove into her and upon withdrawal said: "My baby sister..." plunging once again... "I'm fucking my.... " Emma smiled as he withdrew and slammed her, finishing: "my hot....little....sister."

Brad watched his cock disappear into Emma and he could nearly see her abdomen yielding to his invading shaft, expanding and contracting with the path of his rock-hard staff. She was so little compared to him, yet she fucked him right back and her breasts bounced joyfully as he fucked her with reckless abandon. 

Reaching down now, he brought his lips to hers kissed her sensuously and lovingly, their tongues tangling and his hands exploring her body as he pressed his abdomen to hers and caressed as much of her body as he could get his hands on.

"Mmghhhh.... Baby... fuck me harder..." Emma shouted to him

Brad scooped his sister up in his arms and sat down on the bed, reversing their positions so they were both seated and Emma could begin to fuck him herself. She kneeled on the bed and lifted herself up, and then down, again and again while bucking and howling her pleasure on top of her brother with his cock buried inside of her. Brad began meeting her thrusts with his own pelvis and a soft slapping sound accompanied their hips colliding and his cock becoming fully lodged in their incestuous romp time after time.

He lifted her up in that same position and began to bounce her on his cock a few times. She giggled in the middle of a moan and it came out sounding so adorably sexy that they both shared a smile and a laugh as Brad continued to fuck his sister, standing straight with her supported by his strong arms. He walked over to the wall, pinning her against it, still lifted off the ground and accepting full, powerful thrusts inside of her.

The coolness of the wall together with the heat of their exchange had Emma ready and oh so willing to come. Beads of sweat formed liked freckles atop her rosy cheeks and Brad buried himself in her neck, kissing and suckling at her smooth, sweet skin with his lips and eliciting further moans from the adorable pornstar he was fucking against the wall. A tiny drip of sweat formed on Emma's nose and she blew it away with pursed lips and a pre-orgasm gasp of air. Brad adjusted his angle of approach just a bit, but it struck Emma in a spot that widened her eyes in shock and excruciating pleasure.

"Oh.....My.....God, FUCCKKK.....keep going right.......mnnnnhhh.... there!" She screamed as he worked the angle and stimulated her g-spot with his large rod plunge after plunge. Shocked that he had not yet climaxed into the tiny pornstar he had pinned against the wall, he was far from complaining as he pushed her closer to her own release. Another stroke and he could feel his sister gasping for air; he pulled back from kissing her neck and looked her in the eyes. The brilliant green irises of her pleading eyes begged him to push her over the edge, so, maintaining the way he was spearing her against the wall, Brad did just that. 

"Uhhhhhhh.... Braddddd......Unnnnnggghhh," She begged him.

Thrust, gasp, thrust, Emma was so immersed in pleasure she thought she'd lose consciousness. One more burying of her brother's cock sent her into one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Her pussy flooded with the wetness of her climax and eased her brother's domination of her sweet tunnel. She stayed there, pinned and helpless to stop her cumming until she stopped, which took a while. When she her cunt finally stopped quaking around Brad's invading member, she could see that her brother was exhausted. She loved him so much for the orgasm he'd given her and wanted to pay him back tenfold. She kissed him hard, biting softly at his lower lip and said,

"Let me down stud, let me do a little of the work, huh?"

Brad smiled and let his beautiful sister slowly down to her outstretched toes, still firmly planted and completely hard inside of her. The motion of her sliding down the wall urged his shaft deeper into her, the residual effects of her orgasm and Brad's ever approaching one causing them both to grasp at each other when they felt it.

Emma took hold of his hardness with one hand, and, standing back on her tip-toes, slid her brother's cock out of her pussy in one long and reluctant draw. The cool air made Brad want nothing more than to slam his sister against the wall once more, and Emma felt terrifyingly empty without her brother's huge cock filling her up, but she quickly pushed Brad back to the bed and jumped on top of him before either of them could complain but for a second's longing glance.

She squeezed his shaft between her pink lips and his own abdomen and wiggled there atop him. The contact made him anxious to be back inside her, but with his sister in control now, there was nothing he could do now but hope that she'd soon place him back home inside her. Emma grinned naughtily as she slid her hips seductively over his shaft and her strong, toned thighs straddled him, making as much contact between their two bodies as possible.

"Don't tease me anymore Em, I can't take it," Brad complained,

"Ohhh, what's the matter big bro, I thought you said we couldn't do this."

Brad only gave her a displeased look; they were far passed considering the morality of the situation and he wanted only to be planted firmly back where he could savor the heat and snugness that Emma's pussy offered. "Say please... mmmhh," she was still rubbing her clit up and down the underside of her brother's shaft and stopping millimeters from the spot where he could slip inside before denying Brad the satisfaction.

"Ugggh," he gave in, now it was his turn to beg, "Please Emma..."

She leaned down on top of him, her luscious tits hanging down and then pressing firmly to his chest as she kissed him and reached down between them. She kissed him and took hold of his cock as she lifted up her hips to allow him entrance. Lingering just a moment, Emma opened her eyes long enough to meet Brad's and then sank down onto his cock as he'd asked.

They both gasped in sweet, sweet relief. It was just as good as the first time, and as his little sister picked up her hips to slide him almost entirely out of her, he took her hips in his firm hands and followed the path they took back down to meet his pelvis. He pawed at and worshipped her like the beautiful pornstar she was (or intended to be) and enjoyed the feeling of her tight pussy walls hugging his member.

"Oh God," Emma was cooing once again, glad to have her brother filling her up again, "I love your cock, uhhhhhh." Her voice was so sultry he could hardly take it. "You like fucking your....ohhhhh Brad....your little sister......mmmmnhhh? Your little pornstar?"

"God yes," Brad greeted her with his affirmation and the upward thrust of his hips.

He was so deep in her now; every inch of his cock was being stimulated by the grasp of her tight quim. Brad was squeezing her hips, her ass, caressing her soft skin and delving into it with his fingers. Again and again he met her hips and she dropped down onto him. Her breasts bounced awesomely as she fucked him and Brad watched as his little sister's body flexed and writhed above him.

At one point she ceased bouncing atop him instead opting to stay locked hip to hip with him, rotating her hips and adding a new kind of stimulation to their incestuous fucking. Moaning louder, Emma rubbed her clit against him hard and Brad's cock pulsed and slid about inside of her pussy so amazingly that both brother and sister were headed to release fast. Pressing her to him with his hands and working her left and right, round and round, Brad held his sister and helped her to fuck him just the way she wanted.

"Cum for me Emma, God I love fucking you!"

"You first baby, ooohhhhhh," Emma was starting to lift her hips off her brother again and return to fucking him in earnest. "Cum inside me Brad, fuck me and cum inside me."

Emma lunged forward and pressed her lips against her brother, rolling to the side as she did so with her brother's hard shaft still lodged inside of her. They lay there, facing each other when the little pornstar wrapped a leg over her brother's hips and pulled his pelvis closer to her, urging him to resume his conquest of her body. Brad got her message and began to slide his cock in and out of his sister once more, spurred on by the return thrusts of his sister.

Seconds from release now, Brad pressed a hand between them to admire with his hands her beautiful breasts, palming and caressing in rhythm their fucking. They exchanged exasperated kisses and together struggled to focus on anything but their incestuous coupling and the pleasure it was giving them. Brad could feel his young sister entering the throws of another orgasm, and Emma, through her haze could sense her brother there as well. She ran her hands through his hair just so, the way she had since they were young. Kissing him and pulling away to look in his eyes, Emma whispered:

"Cum in me baby, uhhhhhhh please.... Cum inside your naughty little sister's pussy."

Gazing eye to eye they thrust their hips against each other, laying side by side kissing, fucking and needing each other. Brad shook his head yes to assure his little sister he was going to give her what she wanted, to coat her insides with her brother's seed. Emma began to gasp; the rhythmic motion of her hips becoming less fluid. Brad picked up the slack, desperately ready to release into his little sister. As Emma's orgasm began to wrack her body, Brad held onto her frame and pulled his cock just a millimeter from entirely out of his little sister's pussy before pressing it into her for one last complete, incredible stroke.

Emma was nearly howling as she began squirming next to her brother and he began pumping his seed into his sister. She could feel it, warm and oh so amazing as her brother came in her tiny little pussy. Her quim clenched and encouraged him to continue, rope after rope straight into his baby sister's womb. They were both so immersed in the pleasure of each other's bodies that neither cared about the risk of Brad freely filling Emma with his semen nor that it was his own sister. They simply loved each other, loved fucking each other and continued to do so as Brad held his sister in his arms as she shuddered and whimpered through a mind-blowing orgasm. Brad pressed ever deeper into his little sister, seeking complete immersion of his staff in his Emma's loving tunnel.

They could feel the products of Brad's orgasm working its way throughout Emma's tight pussy and she only enjoyed it the more as her climax echoed through her beautiful body. They were wrapped tightly, legs entangled, hands searching and lips seeking each other's between attempts to regain breath. They remained so for an indiscriminate amount of time before finally both had extracted as much pleasure as was available from the other. 

Brad slowly, reluctantly slid his still semi-erect shaft from inside Emma and saw her eyes filled with distress and the afterglow of her orgasm. She pulled him closer when he was finally entirely removed from her, as if their closeness would somehow fill the void left in her empty quim. At least, it was mostly empty but for the thick, white semen peeking between her lips. Emma smiled and Brad saw and admired the look on her face as she buried her head in the nape of his neck. Lightly perspiring, freshly fucked and full of her brother's cum she was more beautiful than ever. Brad never wanted to let go. They simply lay there, holding each other and emanating love through their contact. Emma spoke first:

"Two times!" She was still obviously worn and breathing heavily from what she'd just been through. "I've never been fucked so well in my life." Emma was positively glowing, with a smile that would not soon leave her cute face.

"You were.....are..... so amazing Emma. Thank you for......." Brad struggled with the words and his little sister giggled into his neck, it tickled him. "for.....everything."

They both had smiles a mile wide when Emma spoke once again: "I hope it's not too strange for you finding out how I've been making a little extra money on the side. I've only done one scene and I knew the guy it was with." She had a hint of worry in her voice.

"Strange? Definitely not; you are so gorgeous I think the whole world would want to have you the way I just did. Though, I am going to try and talk you into fucking only me from now on, that was incredible."

"Bad boy!" Emma was laughing sweetly then.

"I have something to confess though," Brad started, "I saw an envelope in the mail before you got home and I kind of may have opened it. It was a copy of the DVD from the company that you did the scene for...." Brad thought she might be mad and awaited her response.

"Hmmm... very bad boy... you knew all along? Did you, you know, watch it?" She didn't sound angry at all, flattered actually.

"I may have, you know, flipped through the scene a little bit, just to see if it was really true. God you were so beautiful! I just got too jealous I think that some other guy was... you know." Brad was sincere in his compliments of her, and Emma hugged him closer.

"Awww.... Okay well as long as we're being honest...."

Emma pulled back a little bit and Brad's eyes searched hers for what she would say. 

"So.... I may not have been entirely straight with you when you were taking pictures earlier." She had half-guilty, half-naughty look on her face that Brad thought looked extraordinarily sexy.

"And....?" He questioned.

"I may have made you do more than they asked for," she revealed as Brad was starting to crack a smile, laughing then and unable to even pretend to be upset, "In fact I didn't actually need a guy in the scene at all, I kinda tricked you into fucking me."

Laughing harder Brad quickly retorted, "I've never lucked out so well after being tricked!"

"I just really wanted to fuck you, I kind of always have and I have a feeling you might have wanted that at least little too?" Her eyes were searching his now.

"You've got me there." Brad said back. Emma sighed a little in relief after her confession.

They giggled together and held each other close, remarkably content and looking forward to the time ahead. Brad was far from being done with his sister and her gorgeous body and Emma intended to fuck her brother as many times as she could from then on. If their first experience was any evidence for the future, they had a lot of fun ahead of them. 



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Love is Blind and Sometimes Stupid



Billy Bob:

Well, I'll be dipped in shit! I just found out that my wife of twenty two years has been stepping out on me. I swear that you could have knocked me over with a feather; I just could not believe it! The audacity of the bitch, cheating on me, how could she? I knew instantly what I was going to do and when I was going to do it, what I wanted to know was why she was doing it.

I thought we were happy, at least I knew that I was. Our love life was fine, I got my nut almost every time we did it, and she never complained about it, to me at least. So what could be the problem? I know that I don't have the biggest dick in the world but my five and 7/8 inches is always rock hard when it is supposed to be, and can usually go twice a night if given a few hours rest between bouts! She has even told me my dick has a nice shape and color, but since it is kind of hidden by my belly, I have to take her word for that. Why, I will even lick her sometimes, if she douches and puts some perfume down there first, and remembers to have the Listerine standing by. So I know that I am not the problem, it must be her, hell, it has to be her!

My wife is a good looking woman, although she does not stop traffic and heads don't turn when she walks into a room, at least I haven't noticed that happening in a while. She is still the same height and weight that she was when we got hitched, and even though I have gained a few pounds and lost some of my hair, her hair has not even started to turn gray yet! Her smile is as bright and white as always, even though mine has yellowed somewhat with age, and her eyes are as clear and sparkling blue as ever. She has never worked, no wife of mine is going to have to work, but she keeps busy with her household duties, committees, charity events, gym workouts, and such. As for me, I play golf on the weekends to keep in shape, but since carrying beer is easier in a riding cart, I'm not getting as much exercise as I could. 

Oh well, back to the problem. Roxanne, that's my wife, Roxie for short, has made a big mistake. She thinks she is smarter than me! I don't care if she did do better in school than I ever did; there is no "F-ing" way that she is smarter than me. I played football for Christ sake! She thinks that she can put one over on me, and that I will never find out, well she has another think coming. You would think that she would be a little more grateful for having me than trying to cheat on me and get away with it. Well I will show her, after I kill the son of a bitch she is seeing and find out why she is doing it; I am going to kick her ass out. Yeah I know, she will get the house, and half of everything else, but damn it, I am a man, and she will rue the day she cheated on me!

Roxanne:

Everyone we know knows that I love Billy Bob more than life itself, everyone except of course Billy Bob. We have been married for twenty two years and have been together for longer than that. We were high school sweethearts; he was the big man on campus, football star and all around great guy. I was pretty popular myself; I was the student body president, co-captain of the cheer leading squad, and in our senior year we were the homecoming king and queen. Billy Bob was never what you would consider bright, but he was a genuine, good hearted person. He was never mean to anybody, never looked down on anyone, and never took advantage of his popularity. He did a lot of wonderful things for our community and he only ever got upset if he felt he was wronged or disrespected. Even though I was dating several different guys before I met Billy Bob, I fell in love with him while we were on our first date and have never been interested in anyone else since then. It took Billy Bob a little longer to fall in love with me, but when he did, I knew it was for real and for keeps! I love Billy Bob, and so I put up with all of his short comings and my love for him even keeps me satisfied with our somewhat routine and understated love making. 

Now that our two kids are grown up and out of our house, I have been trying to help Billy Bob adjust to our empty nest. He was so great with our boys. I know that he misses them as much as I do. I know that it is hard on him not having them around and that he will sink into a depression of some sort if things don't change, so I though that I would do something to keep his mind and body occupied until he could adjust, to it just being him and me from now on. Knowing that he got upset when he felt wronged or disrespected, my plan would be something that would light his fire so to speak. I came up with several ideas, but finally settled on faking an affair! I know, absolutely know, that Billy Bob loves me, and would never do anything to hurt me, so I had no fear in carrying out my plan. Billy Bob is pretty satisfied with his life, and to tell the truth so am I, but I notice, even if he does not, that men's heads still turn when I walk into a room. I am constantly being told how beautiful I am, and am even hit on quite frequently, but Billy is blind to all of this going on. He probably thinks all men are like him, true to their words and to their wives. In truth, he does not have anything to worry about, he is believe it or not, my one and only. Some of my girlfriends say I am stupid to stay with him, that I could do much better, but I know that what I have is what I want.

Billy Bob is not the hunk that he used to be, but it was not the body I fell in love with, it was the man, and he is still the man, my man! Billy thinks of me as his, I am okay with that, because I think of him as mine. My thinking was, if he thought that someone else was in the picture he would become unglued and dedicate himself to do something to win me back, therefore taking his mind off of the boys not being here! So it was pretty simple for me to leave a few hints lying around that I was seeing someone. Because he loves me so much and has for so long, it took him a lot longer to make the discovery than I thought it would, but eventually he picked up on it. 

Billy Bob:

Man, at first I was pissed off. The power and the heat of my anger surprised me a little bit. I am a pretty easy going guy most of the time, but damn this was too much! Then, when the anger had simmered a little, the pain started. God, this was the worst pain I had ever felt. Having my knee blown out and my ACL ripped apart was incredibly painful but nothing compared to what I was now feeling. My heart hurt with a deep, soul killing ache. Roxie, with another man, this is it, the end of my world. Yeah, I was gonna kill the bastard, and I was going to kick her out, that was a given, but then what in hell was I gonna do?

Well, time to cowboy up, cut to the chase, separate the wheat from the chaff, seal the deal, and all of the other bullshit sayings I could not think of. I was just gonna ask her why! No pussyfooting around for me, no sir, just get 'er done, by God!

Roxanne:

Oh my God, Billy! You big oaf, you have it all wrong, you were supposed to get upset, and get motivated to win me back! You are not supposed to wanna kill some body and then throw me out, what are you thinking! Billy for god's shake, you know that I would not cheat on you; it was all just a trick to help you deal with the boys leaving home. I was just trying to help you adjust. I love you and nobody else! I wanted you to start thinking about me, about us, and not about how lonely it is since the boys left for college. That is the God's truth Billy.

Billy Bob:

What! Are you trying to trick me now or what? This was all some kind of trick? You were trying to help me? It was not real? But Roxie, my anger was real and my pain, oh God, my pain was real! You are a smart woman how could you be so stupid about this?

Roxanne:

Billy, this idea was stupid, this whole scheme was stupid, and yes, I was stupid, with a capital S! But Billy, you have been blind. You have been blind to how much I love you, and blind about problems that we are facing or may have to face in the future. 

Billy I love you so much, and I know that you love me just as much, so what we have to learn together is: Love is blind and sometimes stupid too!



Love Potion #69



Okay, here it is ... the story of Love Potion #69!

See Cupids go through the academic ritual of learning, as in most fields. Yes, I said Cupids meaning plural. The population explosion has quadrupled the need for little Eros's. (Cupids)

The University of Aphrodite (Love) has many fields of expertise such as Angels, Cupids and Muses. Mending broken hearts, love potions and spells. Archives of Birth Records and notation of sex sprites are recorded (Sex sprites are flashes of energy radiated in the universe any time any one has sex). Along with research and development to enhance the feelings, strength, quality and length of love.

Well Cupid #16969 fucked up, big time, excuse my language. Over in the 'Eros' building, on the second floor, in room 216, Cupid #16969 was practicing for the test, again. Cupid #16969 has been unable to pass this part of the finals exam several times now. Cupid was melting the formula of 'lovethenext', the solution that arrows are dipped in that makes people fall in love, when shot by a Cupid with one of these highly technical and very well balanced tips dipped in this formula. This is a basic requirement for becoming a full fledged Cupid, a hurdle yet to be hurdled by Cupid #16969. The precise measurement of each element must be correct or one may love another more, not exactly mutual could cause the relationship to fizzle or may even become abusive from frustration and they will not even know why. Hummm ... I wonder!

Anyway, this simple chemistry procedure went south quickly. An interned flask cloaked the proper formulated solution and Cupid #16969 inadvertently mixed love potion #9 with lust potion #6 and a couple drops of 'instant lust' and ... well, BLAMMY! Explosion maximus umungus. The unison of these compounds mushroomed a smoke cloud then sizzled and festered into a floating, reddish pink, gaseous substance and began to spread through-out the University. Have you any idea the chaos this started. Let me tell you...

A slight draft in the room drew the reddish cloud of formula right out the second story window. Two innocent squirrels were sitting on a branch near the open window and got it first. They looked like a black and white spinning, hypnotizing wheel, going round and round.

Cupid #16969 was knocked unconscious and lay on the floor below the gas path. Liquid oozed from the walls and a broken beacon on the floor but other than that no real harm ... yet.

The breeze spread this reddish love/lust potion like a blanket over the campus lawn. Two people coming out of the administration building were engulfed in its wake and the gas went right through the awestruck students and the held open door. Through the offices this fog rolled like it had a destination, rolling along the floor all the way to the Deans office.

The two students that were hit by the wave of the red fog immediately began kissing and grasping at each other. In a frenzy of passion they pulled tugged and removed their clothing enough to ... experiment. This fast acting formula had you horny as a sailor after a six-month sail, in a matter of milli-seconds.

He and She became 'Them' as they pressed into one another with such force I anticipated their melting into one another and becoming one big orgasm. They fell to the ground as if they were computer programed and began ... ravaging one another. Feasting upon each other's ... happy meal! Sixty-nine! Or ninety-six however you want to put this equation, this was serious!

The fog of 'love/lust' spread throughout the building like a smoke filled bar. A few coughs rang out but kisses, panting and moans soon drowned them out. Professors in their offices were over run and sexually grasped by secretaries. Administrators, clerks and even the janitor was seen closing the closet door with Mrs. Valentine (the Head Chairwoman for the Cupids dept.) pulling him towards her hiked up legs.

Even the various plants around the building seem to reach out further and vine wrap around other plants, hugging. The temperature in the fish tank, in the lobby, seemed warmer and the fish were 'very very' active. 

Cupid #16969 started to come around slowly dazed from the concussion blast of the formula mixture. Staggered about the room for a moment, gained composure then began cleaning up the mess. Unaware that the gas of 'love and lust' vented out the window and rain down on the campus like the overwhelming scent of a 'honey-bucket' truck. 

While twin body rolls and crashes were assaulting the furniture in the administration building, Cupid #16969 cleaned up the mess relatively quickly and began to conduct the experiment again. Needless to say while bodies slapped together everywhere Cupid #16969 assumed there had been no recourse from the mishap, yet.

Cupid #16969 inspected everything carefully and began the experiment again. The first compound was relatively simple a precise measurement of love potion #9 and then a mixture of 'illusion of luv' and a splash of 'passion' dust. Well, this stupid Cupid misread and almost poured some 'disillusioned' solution into the experiment.

Lucky for Cupid #16969 the two squirrels sprang through the open window in a feisty chasing 'Catch me if you can' they sprint across the floor and up on the counter and ran past Cupid, who was smiling at the cute fur balls, playful chatter and scamper.

These two tree rodents caused the biggest mess of all knocking over equipment and crashing glass of flasks and containers that fell in their wake. The multiple compounds and mixtures mingled and smoldered. Fumes upon fumes of smoke bellowed and grew as more puffed up here and there. White clouds and black clouds mixed with blue gas and red fog. Growing and growing building and building, while Cupid #16969 just stood there in awe with mouth wide open...

"Oh ... my ... God!" Cupid #16969 mumbled as the room became filled with this multi colored cloud, rumbling and rolling into itself. The gas over took Cupid #16969, swallowed'em up whole. The smoke was venting out the window as the squirrels quickly exited. But the growing and building up smoke was overwhelming. A few light coughs in the dense mixture and then silence.

The Dean was a wild man; he was ... having his way with Miss Donaldson and one of the students. All three were naked as a jaybird, wallowing around the office floor like they were playing a game of naked twister. The sounds of slapping flesh upon flesh rang out all through the building offices. Desks were mere props for bent over bodies and ramming lust thrusts. Filing cabinets rocked as pounding love humps were exchanged against its brace

If one person looked at another, they were like magnets, all over each other like syrup over pancakes then 'BAM' the sixty-nine mode kicked in and the lapping began. The situation was a catastrophe. And it didn't look as though it was going to get any better, any sooner.

In fact the lobby of the administration building was beginning to look like a Roman orgy. Clothes were strung from one end of the building to the next. Naked people rolling around over and under other naked bodies. A frenzy of lapping tongues and gripping fingers. Hot breaths and panting like ... well, dogs in heat. The reddish fog dissipated but the madness continued.

Well miraculously or should I say, destiny played it's trump card. The second strange gas mixture that engulfed Cupid #16969 increased Cupid's intellect by three folds. In a twister of knowledge and exceptional physical speed, Cupid # 16969 began a series of flames that consumed the smoke and cleared the room. Quickly as a learned Professor, Cupid whipped up an antidote and administered a reversal compound. 

Cupid #16969 cleaned the room and made a batch of 'lovethenext' potion like a professional Cupid. The once stupid Cupid ... was now the most intelligent Cupid known to this date. Cupid #16969 went on to earn the wings of a full fledge Cupid. And made Halo statis faster than any one to this date. Now Cupid #16969 teaches chemistry at Aphrodite University. Cupid #16969 never told any one about the mishap. How did I find out about it? I met two very affectionate and talkative squirrels, which act like rabbits.

As for the red cloud that came from the first blast caused from the experiments? Well, no body knows for sure why ... but everybody loves everybody at A.U. (Aphrodite University). Cupid #16969 was awarded the Congressional Metal of Love with the credited discovery of ... love potion #69 and the love pill, Viagra.



Love Potion



Warning: mild racial slurs to East Asian (Japanese in particular) women. 




She told him the only way they'd shack up is if he made a love potion. So he did.

His fat finger hit the button to take him to floor 13. He whistled patiently while it moved up each level. He pulled his corduroy pants up to his thick gut, fixed his white coat, and slicked back his hair with a little saliva. He maintained an ugly and creepy looking smile. It was really more like a smirk. The mole on the side of his face made him a tough guy to look at. He was generally hard to look at: overweight, out of style, early 30s. 

He stepped out to the fresh of stationary that prevailed in a room full of cubicles. This was where the social interaction in the company was. The laboratory got so boring! Plus it was only nerdy males down there, which he himself was one...but he needed interaction with the opposite sex!

He navigated to the labyrinth of desks. He knew exactly where he was going. He'd never forget. The prize at the end of the road was too great for him to let go that information. He turned the corner and saw the back of a raven haired woman seated at her computer and punching it account information into a spreadsheet.

He sat down beside her on top of her desk. The balls of her eyes behind her cute black frames were fixated on the work before her. "Hey there, sugar!" 

The young woman shuddered at the thought of this slob calling him that. "My name is not Sugar and what are you doing up here again, Ben?" 

No, it wasn't Sugar. It was Akira, a cute Japanese accountant that occupied this office space. Yes, an Asian working with numbers for a living...how stereotypical. She was fresh out of university, an honour student with a 4.0 GPA. Those marks and no doubt those brains landed her a job at Psycom, a leader in the pharmaceutical drug industry.

"What? Can't a lab worker visit his favourite office clerk?" 

Yes, she certainly was his favourite. Fit body, cute face, petite breasts and a tight ass that filled out her office suits nicely. That was perhaps the biggest turn on about her. She had the professional look perfected. She wore her hair up, donned some specs, and with a nice suit she was to die for. Today she wore a black pencil skirt and silk white blouse along with black three inch heels and black stockings.

"Not when his favourite office clerk hates the guts of the aforementioned lab worker." Her concentration never left her monitor.

"Why are you always so hostile to me?" He smiled.

She stopped typing to address his face personally. Gosh he was disgusting fellow to look at! "Do we have to go over this again?" She sighed annoyingly. "Christmas party: You were drunk and you sexually assaulted me, Ben. It's hard to get over that."

"Assault?" He nervously laughed. "Akira babe, what are you talking about? I didn't assault you. We were just two coworkers letting loose at the company party!" 

"You cornered me against the wall, made snide remarks about my butt and breasts that I care not to repeat and you stuck your grubby little hands up my shirt!" She winced again thinking back to events. Even to this day she couldn't get the image of his sleazy, wasted form waddling toward her and backing her beside the photocopier. His breath reeked of brandy. Cognacs weren't even served at the party! It was a case for sexual assault but she didn't want to get tied up in something like that.

"C'mon, babe...I was just showing you some affection!" He reached out and stroked out her hair. "Lord knows He made that divine rump to be thumped over and over!"

She shuddered and swatted his hand away. "Stop it!!! You can't keep doing this!!! The daily visits, the creepy comments about my body that you think are clever but really aren't, violating me and my personal space....it's gotta stop!!!"

"Just give me one date and I'll stop! One crack at the delicious Japanese form and I'll quit, promise!" He put a hand to his heart as if taking an oath.

"No!!! I would never go out with a sleazy, creepy, fat, slimy worm of a man like you...not even once!! Women like me don't go out with boneheads like you! You may think you're suave around me but it's downright degrading to me and pathetic for you. The fact is no woman would ever want to date a pompous and pretentious jerk like you...never in a million years!!!"

Her words shocked. She never fired back this hard at him. He just thought she was playing hard to get. For the first time he addressed her in a serious tone. "What are you trying to say?"

She leaned into him to drive her point home. Her black eyes behind her lens met his naked ones. "Let's just put it this way: the only way you'll get to thump my rump is if you went down to your lab and created a love potion to use on me...because in a clear state of mind, I would never give you a second look or even touch you with a thousand foot pole."

Ben's face reddened. His clenched fists tightened. His breathing quickened while his hearted thumped uncontrollably. He swiftly got up and stormed out of her office. He raced by all the cubicles and back to the elevator. He frantically hit the 'down' button until the elevator came. He took it all the way down to the ground floor. He would take refuge in his lab.

He madly paced back and forth. He was fuming. Who did she think she was?! 'Women like her?' What did that mean? Prissy little Asian bitches that were too good for the world? Or too good for anyone but their own kind? No, she needed to be taught a lesson. But how?

He sat down to calm himself. Maybe some blackmail for sexual favours? No, he didn't have anything on her and couldn't imagine forging something. Maybe a home invasion? No, he didn't want to get in trouble with the law if anything went wrong. What to do, what to do, he contemplated. He shot up. He knew what he could do and she actually provided him the solution. She wouldn't love him so he'd make it so. He could totally do it too. Ben was a brainiac scientist. With a doctorate in biochemistry, he could concoct anything. With all the freedom and access to materials Psycom allowed him, he could produce a love potion of sorts to use on Akira!

He toiled for a week straight in his laboratory. He didn't work on anything else, not even his assigned duties. He just masked his personal mission as a work assignment. He didn't even venture up to see Akira. That was a distraction. The only vision he had of her was her words echoing back at him. He would make her eat them when he was through with her. It took a lot of formulating and reformulating, tinkering and retinkering. It overtook his being. A few mornings he woke up on the lab bench because he had passed out from a long session of work from the night before.

The formula itself centred around pheromones, chemicals with illicit a sexual response from the body. Playing with these little things would draw out an instant attraction from the subject who possessed them. The plan was to make the stunning Japanese woman unable to resist his "slimy and disgusting" body. She'd be all over him. Overwhelmed by extreme desire, she'd throw herself onto him.

So it was with great glee when he bottled up that magic liquid one late evening and headed up to the bureaus. He had it ready for a few days now but he wanted to wait until they were alone. He caught wind that she'd be staying extra time one shift. That was perfect for him.

Noting all the vacancies as passed by the cubicles, he found a lonely Akira hard at work her desk. She was hunched over, typing with one hand, her head resting on her hand. Her eyes drooped as she stared at the screen. Today she had a full power suit on: black skirt and suit jacket, white blouse, skin coloured hose.

"Aren't you a keener...so diligent, staying late to work. Alone, are we?" He hovered above her.

"What now, Ben?" She moaned in frustration. "I thought you I got rid of you."

"Mmm, not quite I'm afraid."

"What do you want? I've got a lot to do." She sighed.

"Do you remember what you told me the other day?" He played with the perfume bottle in his lab coat pocket.

"What, that you're a creepy, disgusting, slimy, nerdy, fat loser that has no chance in a billion years with me so you should crawl back to your hole downstairs where you belong?" She nonchalantly answered. 

His face twitched. It wasn't that she added words she didn't say last week; it was that she said it so coldly and calmly. She didn't care.

"Yeah, that..." He said while slowly pulling the bottle out. "But there was something else too...about a potion?"

"Yeah, the only way I'd ever shack up with you is if I was under some sort of love spell." She repeated in a matter of fact tone.

"Oh really?" The potion was now out. He held it in front of her face.

She was puzzled as she studied it. "What is that?"

Without saying anything, he sprayed the mist in Akira's face. Her face recoiled as the sweet odour invaded her senses. The effects were instantaneous. Her breathing began to race. The feeling in her pussy intensified. She looked up at Ben with desperation in her eyes.

"What do you do...what did you do to me?" She airily whispered.

Ben said or did nothing but watch the petite East Asian girl grovel before him. She grabbed his shirt and practically pleaded with him. "Please....I need you...I need you...."

Her tiny little hand pressed down his chest and clutched the fabric. "I need..." She inhaled deeply. "...sex.....please.....I need it..."

She reached up and stroked his scruffy, ungroomed face. She ran them down his cheeks and played with the collars of his shirt. He was quite content with himself even though he didn't show it. The Japanese bitch was throwing herself at him like he predicted. The pheromones were doing their job. Her body was in dire need of sexual fulfillment.

"Mmmm, I think you should strip...slowly....running your hands all over your slutty body!"

She instantly stood. He backed up so he could experience the full effect of the show. She flung off her sexy rimmed glasses and undid the bun in her hair. Her raven locks cascaded down her shoulders. Yes, things were loosening up.

Akira ran her hands up and down her torso and down to the sides of her hips. She gyrated slowly. Her bedroom room eyes never left Ben. 

"Tell me how much you want me slut," he commanded.

She unbuttoned her suit coat. "Please....I want you....I need you...." 

"Use my name, whore."

She danced with the slits of the open coat. "I need you Ben..." She moaned. "I need you so bad...please...." Slowly she slipped the suit jacket off her shoulders and down her arms. Soon it was on the ground beside her. 

With her white silky shirt in full view, she framed her covered breasts. She bent forward while twisting her hips sensually. Her moaning was loud. Her hands ran up her chest and into her hair. She bit her lips.

All this was a turn on for Ben. His dick strained his corduroys. Akira knew exactly how to behave and he was getting off on it big time. "Tell me how much of a Japanese whore you are," he authoritatively directed.

She tugged at her blouse and began to undo the top button. "I'm a big Japanese slut...please...I need your cock in me...I need it...desperately..." She undid the second button and more skin became available. With a few more a lacy red bra presented itself to the near empty office. It was a surprise to Ben who knew he was dealing with a sexy woman, but not this racy. Under this professional attire were exquisitely selected undergarments. She ripped her shirt completely from her skirt and sensually unbuttoned the remaining fasteners, moaning heavily as she did so.

She turned to her side and slid it down her arms so it was wrapped around her elbows. Her upper back and bra straps somehow excited him too. It must've been that she was closer and closer to getting naked. She panted some more and looked at him with more desperation.

"Oh yeah, you're a slut alright," he said. "Say it."

She sighed longingly. "I'm a slut..." she said as she slid one sleeve off and then the other allowing the blouse to drop down to the ground.

She pressed her breasts together once again and the ran her hands in the sides of her face, brushing back her black locks. She pressed one finger sweetly between her lips and let out a lingering home.

Turning around, she grabbed hold of her skirt zipper. He loved how that skirt housed her tight ass but it had to go. That was fate. That was Akira's fate. Ben carried it. She teased the fastener for a bit and then unzipped it. She wiggled her hips from side to side in efforts to slide it off her legs. They hovered on her thighs before dropping into a puddle at her feet. She bent down, removed it and threw it aside. 

Now she was clad in matching bra and panties and her skin-tight hose. She was visibly and audibly more excited now. She caressed her body and gyrated more sexily than ever. She was putting on a show for him. Her hips swayed as her hands moved from her neck to her breasts to her flat stomach and finally inside her hose. With a firm grasp of them Akira began to tear at them! She wouldn't pull them down; rather, she was destroying them.

"Yes....I need it..." she moaned once again. 

With her pantyhose completely decimated, she kicked the remnants away and reached behind her. She undid her bra and let in slide down her shoulders. She stared at him with those black eyes the entire time. Flinging those aside, she played her naked, perky pink nipples. They were just how Ben envisioned them for a petite Asian girl. Not overly showy, just small and cute.

"You love showing your tits to me, don't you slut?" he aggressively asked. He'd need relief soon as well.

"Yes..." was her despairing reply. She traced her nipples with her fingers and pressed the naked mounds together.

Then she trailed down to the waistband of her red panties. She slid those down her sensual hips and let them drop. She turned around in place and bent down, her pale Asian ass staring directly at Ben, and picked them from her feet.

Ben stared at the erect naked form before him. His penis strained the pant of his pants. A beautiful shaved pussy lay before him for the taking. With her hostile ways eliminated, she was nothing more than smitten little dancing doll to him. He walked up to her buried his hand in her hair. He pushed her face into his and forced a long kiss on her. It was an assertion of dominance. He heard her muffled moans as they lingered in her cubicle.

Breaking it, he stared into her hungry eyes. "Get down on your knees," he ordered.

She complied once again. She looked up at him just waiting for the next instruction. Ben clutched her hair and examined his prize. She was obedient, completely under the spell of the potion.

"Undo my pants, my Asian love slave," he smirked.

Again, she complied wilfully, even frantically. She undid the button, pulled down the zipper and pushed his underwear and pants to his feet. As expected, Ben's cock sprung into full action. Akira licked her lips at the sight of it. She slowly gravitated to it, itching to get her mouth around it.

"No, not yet," he interjected, sensing what she was about to do. He cocked his head, "I want you to beg for it."

She looked up with puppy eyes. "Please...let me suck your cock...I need to have it..."

He shook his head. "Better than that, bitch."

"Please..." The frustration was prevalent in her voice "...let me worship your cock...I wanna worship it so badly...I promise I'll do a good job..."

He smirked. "Good, you may start stroking it."

"Thank you," she said. She deeply inhaled when her hand met the shaft. Slowly she closed her fingers around it. It was a great mismatch. Her tiny palm couldn't even wrap around it. The awe in her face was unquestionable. It's too bad it had come to this. Perhaps, "normal" Akira would have had the same response. But alas, he had to play with her mind and senses. She stroked it eagerly back and forth. It was a great feeling knowing that she was just itching to get it in her mouth. So close yet so far.

"Now, between those pretty lips of yours," he finally said.

Instinctively she did just that. He ran his hand through the back of her hair and guided her up and down it. He muffled moans were still quite audible.

"Oooh, yeah, you slut," he uttered over her slurps. "You've done this before you little Jap whore." He got off on vulgarities. It was his way of demeaning the bitch that insulted him. It was him getting even without the threat of repercussions. He wasn't even a racist man but he enjoyed bringing up her descent for that reason.

The potency of his thrusting forced his entire member deep into her mouth. There was no time for playfulness. No, Ben had planned this and he wanted his cock rammed into Akira. He harshly tugged on her hair to get another grip on her which garnered a brief muffled yelp. 

"Look at me," he said. "I want to see those cute eyes."

She rolled her eyes up to look at him where their gazes met. Ben's face donned a creepy, satisfied smirk that said "I did it." Akira's proved to display just concentration. 

His pelvic jabs became rougher. It provoked some gagging and coughing. Fortunately it didn't stop her. She knew better than to stop. She wanted this so badly.

"It didn't have to be like this Akira," he sounded over the noise of his ball slapping against her chin, "but you were a stubborn bitch. Now you're going swallow all of my cum."

With that, her mouth flooded with his sex juices. It rather overwhelmed actually. Some spewed out the corner of her lips and dripped down her chin. He could see and feel the majority go down her throat though.

He pulled out and looked down at his slave, which he still held by the hair. Her pink slips glistened with his cum. Droplets slowly gravitated down her chin and to the floor. He pumped he member and shot the excess into her face before wiping the tip on her forehead and hair.

"Yeah, you're my little cum doll, aren't you Akira?"

"Yes..." she pleasurably uttered. She did look like a whore now. Cum was all over her face, her makeup was smeared...a far cry from her professional look only fifteen minutes prior.

He ordered her to stand up. "Undress me," he said. "...sexily." He added.

The naked girl immediately began to move as she had before. Akira ran her hands down his stocky shoulders and arms. She teased the front of his lab coat, dancing with the openings and caressing his chest. Moaning quite loudly she pulled it off his shoulders and slipped one sleeve and then the other off before placing it to the side. She returned to start on his button down shirt. Ben noted her pouting eyes and longing gasps the entire time. Slowly she unthreaded the buttons from their holes and threw off his top. His stocky build was quite unimpressive to a normal set of eyes, but to a possessed vixen like Akira, it was the most desirable thing in the world.

Ben rather violently cleared some papers and office supplies from Akira's desk, things she probably needed but he didn't care. He grabbed her by her thin wrist and laid her on it. Well, at least her upper body was on it; her legs dangled off it. Her hand went between her legs in anticipation.

"Spread 'em more," he said.

She did. Her pink pussy lips became more visible to him. He stroked his dick as he neared her. "Beg for my dick in your Asian cunt."

She moaned as she stroked her pussy with one hand and ran her other through her hair. "Please...fuck my Asian cunt...I want you fuck it hard...."

That was satisfactory for him. He stepped up and fired into her. Immediately he laughed to himself. "Asian pussies are really tight," he amusingly observed.

She knew this too by the sounds her face was making. She was moaning uncontrollably and hysterical with desire. He used the entire force of his heavy build to plough into her. They shook the table and made the floor rumble. Objects fell off the surface on either side of them. Akira even pushed her pelvis toward him in time with his thrusts. 




Love Potion



Her moans turned to high pitched squeals. She began to whisper something over and over in Japanese which prompted a less than civil response from Ben. "In English, bitch!"

"I can't...I can't take it..."

Ben smiled. Oh, she'd take alright. He forced even more into her. She yelped in response. He began to sweat from the intense activity. So did Akira. Her body shined with not only his cum, but her own perspiration as well.

Eventually his released his load into her pussy. He pulled out and shot the rest onto her belly. Her breathing was heavy. "Yess...yess..." She repeated again and again in airy gasps. He stood back and admired her panting form. She was bent backwards on her own office desk, his cum leaking out her cunt and plastered over her face and torso. Her breasts moved up and down with the quick inhales and exhales.

He wasn't down though. He flipped her body around so she was face down on the bureau. She squirmed on top of the table.

"Spread those cheeks so I can thump that rump," he almost sadistically mocked.

She moved either cheek to one side with her hands and revealed her hole to him. While she held them open he invaded her body rather roughly. Her hole was understandably quite resistant. She groaned once again but this was more of pain than pleasure. "Too big...too big..." she said.

"Shut up!" he uttered. He pushed more into her. When he was satisfied, he thrusted violently into her. He loved her but a big part of him wanted to inflict some pain into her. Her comments ran through his mind the entire time. He still wanted to teach her a lesson even if she wasn't in the right frame of mind to even know what that lesson entailed. He reached over and pulled on her long black hair forcing another yelp and her face off the table surface. If only he could see it. That was the downside to this awkward position: he couldn't see the pleasure and agony as well as the drying cum on her face. But alas, he march on.

His apish grunts reverberated in the empty voice floor to add to her high pitch squeals. He saw her tiny hands balled up beside her. She was hanging on while he just lay into her with more intensity. 

"Fuckin' slut," he cursed. "It's what you get."

A few minutes of this and he pulled out. Once again it was awkward and hurt just as much as when he went in. When his exit was complete, her body limply fell to the table. 

While he gathered himself and his breath, she slowly rolled over. He smirked at her beaten and destroyed form. Her breath intakes were deep and numerous. "Thank you...thank you..." she mustered between inhalations and exhalations.

While he gathered his clothing and redressed he spoke to her. "Well then, Akira, my Japanese doll. I guess I got that date and fuck after all. Not the circumstances I would've liked but hey, you gotta take what you can get, right?" Of course she had no answer to his words. She just fidgeted back and forth on the table trying to recover from the intense anal and vaginal invasion.

She put on the last item, his lab coat, and went into his pockets. The bottle was still there. This was his genius creation, the potion that forced the sexy, uptight minx Akira under his spell and charm. Yes, those pheromones served him well. As long as he had this thing, he could be back for second and thirds of the Japanese accountant. And he would be back.

"See ya later, sugar," he laughed. He exited the cubicle and the floor. He hit the elevator button to get the hell out of there. Who would want to work this late anyways?



Love Potion



"You know Carla, I don't think this is something I want to do."

I had a bad case of buyer's remorse, and I hadn't even done it yet. It was just a feeling that I had.

"Lisa." She stopped, stood in front of me, and put her hands on her hips like a mother scolding a bad child. "We've been talking about this for what, a month, and we're finally here, and now you've got cold feet." Her voice went up an octave on the word now and I swear she rolled her eyes. Carla can be so dramatic when she wants to be. "Remember when we were making our New Year's resolutions? Yours was to find a guy. Valentine's day is almost here." 

"And I'm entitled to change my mind."

"When's the last time you've had a date."

Touché'. 

"I mean really, Lisa, it's not healthy for a young woman never to go out on dates, have a romantic affair, dare I say have sex."

She had a point. I had forgotten the last flirty, romantic evening I had. And sex was now usually between me and my favorite vibrator.

"I guess it doesn't hurt to talk to her. Just for a minute or two."

"That's my girl. Now, word of advice, don't argue with her, okay."

I raised my eyebrow.

"Personal experience, you'll have a better consultation if you're, let's say, 'agreeable'."

I entered the house not having any expectations. I'm an insurance broker, and look at four walls of a cubicle every day. Just the idea of entering an old Victorian house for a consultation with a psychic was an experience in itself. A young woman, about my age, moved us to a small room and seated us at a round table. A lavender scented candle filled the room with a subtle fragrance. There was soft, new age music playing in the background.

"Lisa!"

She startled me with my own name. I looked at Carla, and she shrugged her shoulders, telling me she didn't tell her my name. And before I knew it, she had flowed into the room and had wrapped her arms around me, giving me a warm embrace. The "she" was Gisela, Psychic. She was tall, thin, with her black hair pulled back from her face. She was dressed in slacks and a flower print blouse. She would not stand out in a crowd. I stiffened at first, then relaxed and tried to hug her back. And I was in her embrace. She finally released me and drifted to her seat. I looked over a Carla, and she looked so happy I thought she was about to wet herself.

"Well, my dear, we finally meet."

"Finally meet?"

"I've been sensing you for a while, I could feel you, and I knew we would meet, and that we would talk. You have many questions for me."

Yeah. Like how did you know my name? Before I entered the house, I was skeptical. That rapidly changed to freaked out when she called my name. Carla coughed, and I looked at her, and she was nodding her head. Agree. I had to agree.

"I'm here for answers. My love life sucks. Is it going to improve?" I figured I might as well cut to the point, and eliminate the nuance of the discussion.

"Ahh, love," she said. She spread some cards onto the table and quickly pushed up various face down cards towards me. "Touch three." I did as I was told. "Now, I'm going to try to answer some questions, but you'll need to commit to some work." She took my hands in hers and closed her eyes. After a few moments, I closed my eyes. I felt the warmth of her hands flow into mine, and my chest warmed.

"Soon. Soon. I see a man, tall, slender. Quiet. Shy. Almost too shy. So shy, he will need encouragement from you to ask for a date. He is close to you. Not personally, but physically. Maybe a neighbor. Maybe a co-worker. But close. You can almost touch him." She opened her eyes. "But don't touch him too quickly."

Gisela was older, I had trouble guessing her age, but I thought at least sixty. She moved like a younger woman, and after dropping my hands, she walked to a table and returned to me. She motioned me to stand. She attached a small locket around my neck, and rested her hand on my chest. "Keep this close to you." She took a small flacon from her pocket, removed the stopper, and quickly whisked the scented oil on my throat. "Every morning, just a hint." 

Warmth spread across my throat, not hot, nor uncomfortable, but slowly spreading warmth that seemed to cover my body.

"Sprinkle this on him, and he's yours." She took a small earthen jar and placed it in my hands. "Start your work now." She turned and started to leave the room. She turned and faced me at the door.

"And please do not repeat what you did with Justin."

That really freaked me out.

She left the room.

After a late night of complaining about guys and failed romance with Carla, I hardly had the energy to run to the closing elevator at work the next morning. I half threw my briefcase into the doors, triggering the sensor, and then getting a dirty look from everyone else in the too crowded box. Most of the passengers got out on the third floor, a few on the fourth and finally it was just me and a well-dressed man in the corner. He stared at the numbers on the wall in front of him and I glanced at him. He was tall. Thin. 

"Feels like rain, doesn't it?" The moment the words were out of my mouth, I regretted them.

He turned and looked at me. He had beautiful azure blue eyes that seemed to see into me.

"They never get the forecast right. But, I think you're right."

The elevator stopped, the door opened, and he vanished onto the sixth floor. I stared ahead as the doors closed.

Would I have noticed him if I hadn't met with Gisela the night before? If she had not planted the idea of a tall, slender, quiet man? The elevator stopped at my floor and I made my way to my cubicle for the day.

That night, Carla stopped by my place for dinner. Carla shops at thrift stores for her clothing. She can spin ten dollars of recycled clothing into an outfit that most fashion magazines would gladly feature on the cover. I complimented her clothes, and we were discussing updating my wardrobe. She started asking me all about my day to start her make over project, and when I mentioned the brief encounter, she started firing question after question about the mysterious man.

"Carla, it was a fifteen second encounter."

"I've been with guys that lasted that long," she said.

"There's not much to say."

"You're right there. But what was he like?"

I realized she wouldn't stop unless I gave her something. "It's was," I paused a moment for effect. "It was ephemeral."

She nodded knowingly and sipped her wine.

For the next three days I paused in the lobby, hoping to another glimpse of the man, trying to be there early, hoping to catch him as he entered the building. I even got off on the sixth floor one day, only to find myself wandering the halls for ten minutes, looking at various offices with no clue which one he might be his office. Then it hit me. He might have been a visitor. Maybe he had an appointment that day. I slapped myself on the forehead, cursed myself for acting like a smitten school girl, and punished myself by walking the four flights to my cubicle.

That night I made myself a creature comfort meal and poured a tall glass of a nice Australian Shiraz. I overdid the garlic, but the fettuccini Alfredo was excellent, rich, and tangy and the perfect complement to the wine. It was so good, I had a second and then a third glass of wine. After cleaning the kitchen, I climbed into my lounge chair with a wonderfully trashy erotic novel and another glass of wine. It was a reasonably good story, girl meets boy, sparks fly, and then they fuck several times in the remaining half of the book. After the third sex scene in twenty pages, the book had the desired effect, and coupled with the wine, had gotten me really horny.

I made my way to the bedroom and put on my nightie and got into bed and opened the book again for the next scene. The woman was bent over the dining room table while the new man in her life fucked her hard and fast until everyone was happy. My hand reached down and I touched myself, my fingers lightly brushing against my lips, until my finger was resting on my clit. My left hand touched my nipple and made small circles around it as I started to rub around my clit. I slipped my finger into me, wetting it with my juices, and started to rub myself again. I stretched my head back, and thought about my elevator man taking me across the table, his cock thrusting into me. I rubbed my clit faster, and then rubbed my fingers across it faster and harder while I started to pinch my nipple.

It started deep in my pussy. A rush of warmth, like a river of warm water, and gushed through my back and then a shot of electricity up my spine to my chest. I arched my back, lifting up off the bed, as the spasm of pleasure racked my body hard and I stiffened to the pleasure. I collapsed into the mattress, my hand cupping my clit, and my breathing hard and deep.

"Wow," I groaned. And then I did it again.

The next morning, I felt like I had slept for a week and was out the door earlier than usual. I felt so good, I got off the bus three blocks from work so I could get some fresh air and exercise. The damn ground hog had seen its shadow earlier in the week, but the winter day was nice and I enjoyed the walk. Maybe it was the oil that I had Gisela had given to me. I had touched it to my throat for the first time that morning and the warmth had spread through me again just like when she had placed it on me. I pushed into the building, threw myself onto the elevator and almost into the arms of the sixth floor mystery man.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, getting out my way.

"My fault," I said as the door closed.

We were the only ones on the elevator. It would be a quick ride. I reached over and punched four different floors.

"Oh, I am so sorry. My hand slipped," I said, and gave an apologetic shrug. "I'm Lisa," I said, extending hand.

"Oh, um, Bryan," he said, moving his briefcase to the other hand, and extending his. His handshake was firm, and he looked into my eyes with his deep blue ones.

"So, where do you work?" I asked. I had about thirty seconds, and I wasn't going to waste any of it.

"Um, " he looked uncomfortable. "Wilson Securities." I waited for him to reciprocate. We were at the sixth floor.

"I'm at Global Life and Casualty. Stop by and see me some time."

The door closed. And I started to beat my head against the wall. What an idiot.

There's nothing like a complex, multi-party real estate sale with buyers and sellers in four states to get your mind off making a fool of yourself in front of a total stranger. I had a three o'clock deadline to insure all of the buildings, all of the buyers, and indemnify the corporations. On a budget. I worked through lunch and finally at one thirty I got up from my cubicle to stretch my legs when my phone rang.

"Marci, I said no calls until I got his thing done."

"There's someone to see you." She paused for a moment, partially covering the mouthpiece of the phone, then said "Bryan is here to see you."

My heart did a triple thump in my chest. I started to walk to the office foyer, but I went back to my purse, hastily splashed the oil on myself, and out to the front of the office.

"Um, hi," he said, looking down for a moment, and a blush came across his face. "Thought I'd come up and say hi during my break."

"Well, 'hi' yourself. It's my break too. Let me buy you a coke."

"You don't need ..."

"I'm not really buying, I know how to kick the machine to get it to cough up a couple of cans."

I tucked my arm into his and lead him out to the vending area. After a split second, I had come to my senses and wondered what the hell had come over me. Just grabbing a stranger and leading him around. My initial reaction was to take my arm back, but then thought it would seem like I thought he had cooties or something so I kept it there, feeling more and more nervous all of the time we walked to the vending machines.

Two quick elbow jabs to the vending machine produced a sparkling water for Bryan and a Diet Coke for me. I did not tell him that the kick was for show, the beverages were a perk of working in the office. It had been so long that I had been with a guy, I had lost the finesse of flirting. Unfortunately, I think Bryan was out of practice too. He spent ten minutes telling me about fixed income bond funds and the intricacies of tax avoidance. If anyone was listening to the conversation, they would have thought it was a geek convention of lonely business majors. We finished our drinks, and Bryan said that he had a deal to finish before the markets closed. I walked him to the elevator.

"Um, Lisa, I know its late notice and all, and you're probably already got plans, and it's sort of like amateur night, but would you like to go out for Valentine's Day?"

Tall. Slender. Quiet. Shy. Close to you. Damn, she had picked them all.

"Sounds wonderful." And the elevator doors closed in front of his beaming face.

For three days, I did not see or hear from him. I lurked around the lobby. I found myself taking my breaks on his floor and walking around outside the entrance to his office. I tried to find his name in the building directory and the firm's website, but it wasn't there. Nothing. No sightings. No messages.

The stress was getting to me, and every night before falling to sleep I'd think about him. Fantasize about him. The night before Valentine's I had gotten out another erotic novel and it only made things worse. After about a dozen pages I was in bed and had my dildo ready and I was going to take matters in my own hands. I closed my eyes, turned it on, and started rubbing it back and forth across my clit. It had been so long since I had used my classic hot pink vibrating dildo. I had missed it desperately. I slid it across my sweet spot, turning up the speed to medium and I started to feel the tingling spread across my lips. I brought the cock shaped tool to my mouth, and sucked on it for a second, then returned it to my clit. I turned up the speed to high and pushed it hard against me. Suddenly I came, there was no pretense, no warning, just a wave of pleasure that started in my pussy and shot like an explosion across my body so hard and fast it took my breath away. I barely had the strength to turn off my old friend. After a few moments, I got a tingle in my pussy. It started slowly at first, and then seemed to increase in intensity. I took the hot pink cock and put it against my lips and rubbed, slowly at first, I took it out, liked the head, and put it at my lips again and slid it into myself. I flicked on the switch and started to slide it in and out of my pussy. Faster and harder with each thrust, my other hand drifted to my breast and squeezed one and tweaked my nipples. After a moment I could only concentrate on the vibrating cock in me, it felt larger with each thrust, and I slid it in faster and deeper each time. I held it still and brought my other hand to my clit and quickly rubbed it, pushing down hard, no pretense of subtlety at all, just gritty, hard frigging, trying to get myself off fast, now, and my pussy started to throb and spasm around the dildo, like it would around a real cock and my back arched, pushing my head back, lifting my ass off the bed, pushing my pussy upward into the air, trying to take the hot pink cock deeper into it and a flash of warmth shot through my body and I collapsed onto the bed, my breath hard and fast, deep breaths. I pulled out the dildo, turned it off and drifted to sleep.

I felt like a new woman in the morning. I had no idea of the plans for the evening, and I dressed up for work and down for an evening out. I put a double dose of the oil on my neck, with an extra dab behind each ear. When I got to work I looked for Bryan but did not see him and had to fight the urge to get off on the sixth floor. I got to my cubicle to find a dozen daffodils on my desk with a card. The envelope instructed me not to open it until five o'clock. Like a kid waiting for Santa, it was the longest work day in my life. I watched the clock count down to five, and finally at four fifty seven I tore into the envelope. It had a sweet Valentine's card, not overly flowery, and a hand written note at the bottom.

"Bet you didn't wait until five."

I felt myself blush.

He gave me instructions to our meeting place and a small map. The map was hand drawn and adorned with pressed dried flowers and hand drawn hearts. It said to be at the destination by five fifteen. I had a choice of taking a bus, but the day was nice and there wasn't a bus in sight. I walked briskly, smiling at people who passed me. I got to the address on the card, a small independent book store. I had five minutes to spare.

All of a sudden it hit me. What was I thinking? I was going on a wild chase to meet a man I had met in an elevator, based on the tip of psychic. I had spoken to him for ten minutes and here I was on the streets with a scavenger hunt map in my hands. I looked up and down the street and didn't see him. Maybe it was all a hoax. Just seeing what he could get me to do. I was going to go home, read a good book, and call it a night early.

"Miss Lisa," a sweet voice called to me. I looked down and a girl, about ten was standing behind me with a single rose and a card. "This is for you." She smiled, turned and ran away.

"We're on an adventure," the card read. It had another address.

I'm a lot of things, and a sucker for romance is one of them. I looked at the address, thought about the best way there, and set out for it. There a young boy greeted me with another rose and a card. In the span of an hour, I had a dozen red roses and an equal number of handmade cards. Some had lines of poetry, others snippets from nursery rhymes. A dozen all together creating a small romantic booklet and a dozen short stem roses. The last one brought me outside of an apartment building.

"Miss Lisa," the doorman said, "Mr. Bryan is expecting you." He escorted me to the elevator, pushed the button, and gave me instructions to the apartment.

The apartment door was ajar and I knocked and pushed open the door. The lights were low and Frank Sinatra's rich voice filled the room with an inviting song. I closed the door, and put the flowers in the conveniently located vase.

"In here," Bryan yelled out. 

I followed the clattering sounds from the kitchen. There he was, my tall, shy, thin date decked out in an apron and trying to manage several kettles on the stove. He poured a liquid into one of the kettles and a flash of fire shot upwards.

"Whoa," he said. "Calm down."

I asked if I could help, and at first he declined, but when he knew I was serious, asked me to pour some wine and attend to the salad. I left the room and removed my coat and returned to be a kitchen hand. I poured the wine and prepped the salad. He stepped away from the stove every few minutes to give me detailed instructions about the ratio of the ingredients and the arrangements of the lettuces and vegetables. He worked like a mad chemist at the stove, moving pots, adjusting flames, stirring, seasoning, and testing the various dishes on the stove. After about fifteen minutes of steady work, we pronounced the meal done and directed me to the adjoining dining room.

Playing the part of the maître d he seated me and described each course in a stiff French accent. We had a wonderful carrot soup with hints of ginger and dressed with shaved cilantro. The salad was a beautiful mosaic of colors and textures with toasted almonds. The entrée was handmade ravioli with a pumpkin sage sauce that made me want to lick the plate. 

All through the meal, we talked incessantly about ourselves and our jobs. The shy man was gone, never to be seen again. Bryan was funny and witty, and had just created the best homemade dinner I had ever had. If I hadn't seen him in the kitchen, I would have accused him of having the meal prepared by a personal chef. We took our wine into the living room and he brought dessert, fresh fruit sorbet of kiwi, strawberry, and blueberry.




Love Potion



We sat on the couch in front of the fireplace. We were leaning against each other, barely touching, both of our feet out stretched on the coffee table in front of us. The second bottle of wine was nearly finished. It had been an exquisite night, and I felt foolish for the panic attack outside the bookstore.

I slid my hand onto his thigh, gently, lightly, trying to give him permission to make a move, but he continued to talk about a recent book he had read. I was slightly bolder, nuzzling down with my shoulder and scooting my butt closer to him. Still nothing.

The hell with it, I thought.

I put down my wine glass and took his from him. I pivoted on my left knee and straddled him, my tight skirt riding up slightly as I rested on his thighs. I teasingly covered his eyes with my left hand, reached into my pocket and extracted some of the dust that Gisela had given me. I reached over his head and lightly sprinkled it on him. I uncovered his eyes.

"Why'd you do that?," he asked with a puzzled look.

"I just wanted you to see me differently."

I leaned forward and kissed him. Gently at first, on the lips, then his nose, and chin, and neck. He started to kiss me back, light kisses, and then deeper and harder, our tongues exploring each other. He was a wonderful kisser. I rocked back and forth against him, slowly at first, lightly at first, but after several minutes of kissing, I was grinding against him hard, trying to stimulate my clit through my panties and against his clothes. He reached up and grabbed my breast pushing against my chest, somehow getting his fingers right on my nipples and rubbing them through the clothes and bra. The ache was exquisite and I kissed him harder.

"We're consenting adults, and I for one would be more comfortable in bed. What do you think?" I asked.

"I think my Valentine's date is a genius."

I've replayed the following in my mind a hundred times, and every time I am still amazed. Bryan wrapped his arms around my chest and stood up from the couch, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried me to the bedroom and sat me on the bed.

"Let me undress you," I hissed as he stood in front of me. I stood and carefully unbuttoned his shirt, wishing I could just rip the button s off of it like they do in the movies and novels. I exposed his chest and leaned in and inhaled him, and my tongue stretched out and flicked his nipple.

"Ooh, you tease," he said, pulling away.

"Honey, that wasn't teasing."

I unbuckled his pants and jerked them down, no finesse, no subtlety, but pulled them hard, yanking his boxers down at the same time. His cock slapped free. It was gorgeous, average size, thick, and I swear I could see it pulse as I stroked my finger along the shaft. It had been too long for me and I dropped to my knees, kneeling in front of Bryan, his short open, his pants at his ankles, and I was fully dressed. I grabbed his cock and put it in my mouth.

I was in heaven.

I sucked his cock as if it was the last one I'd ever see. It was the first I had seen in a while, and I was making up for lost time. I grabbed his butt and held him still while I moved back and forth, fucking my mouth with that beautiful cock. I stopped every minute or so, grabbing him with my hand and stroking him while I played with his balls. I looked up at him, but his head was tilted back, his eyes closed, lost in the moment of pleasure. It hadn't been so long that I didn't know when a guy was getting ready to cum. He started to moan and I took him in my mouth again and stoked him with my hand, keeping his head in my mouth. "That's it, I want it, give it to me," I managed to say as I stroked him hard. After a few more moments he did, sending hot splashes of his cum into my mouth, onto my lips, and chin. I swallowed and wiped the stray shots into my mouth. I leaned back on my heels and smiled.

"You little wench," he said helping me to my feet. "That was the best blow job ever."

He raised my arms and lifted the sweater over my head showing off my new red bra.

"Very nice," he said massaging my breasts again under the bra. He then unhooked it, exposing them. "Beautiful," he said. He unhooked my skirt and pulled it off me showing off my red garter and panties.

"You've been hiding those from me all night." He lifted me and threw me on the bed and I fell onto my back. He leaned forward and moved his mouth to my panties, trying to get to my clit through the silk red panties. He took his finger and started to rub me, putting his finger on my clit through the thin fabric, no sense or foreplay or subtlety, but right to business. I started to squirm, the sensation was intense, and then he pulled away the thin band and licked me with the tip of his tongue, starting at my ass hole and up through my swollen lips to my encouraged clit. He did this once, twice, three times and so many times that I soon lost count in an endless stream of stimulation and pleasure. He slipped a finger into me, it felt wonderful, and moved it in and out, slowly at first and then faster while his tongue relentlessly flicked my clit. My feet began to tingle, the almost went numb as my legs tightened and grabbed Bryan by the head, pulling him into my cunt as I came hard, my pelvis thrusting up into each lap of my clit until I fell into the bed.

I don't remember going to sleep or his rearranging us in the bed. I woke first, the early light of the morning entering the room through the window. I leaned against him and my hand brushed against his soft cock. It twitched. I brushed it again. It twitched. This time engorging a little. 

"What are you doing," he asked, his voice thick with sleep.

"Playing with my new toy."

"Well, you better be careful. That's a big boy toy. Only big girls can play with it."

"Well, I'm a big girl." I took him in my hand and started to stroke him.

"Yeah? Let's see."

For a man who was asleep a few moments earlier, he moved quickly. He was on top of me, my legs were spread, and the tip of his hard cock was at my hole.

"Big girls know what to do with these kinds of toys."

"I do." I spit on my hand and rubbed it on the head of his cock. I grabbed him and slid him into me.

"Ooh, I think that toy's too big."

"Too late, you start the game, play until it's finished."

"It's too big." His cock felt great in me, filling me, and he knew what to do. He slowly slid into me, letting me get used to his size, pushing in a little at a time. He pulled out a little, and then back into me, hard. Then out further, slammed into me. In a few moments we had a wonderful rhythm working, his hard cock pumping into my tight pussy. I closed my eyes, and arched back, throwing my head to the side as a quick, intense orgasm shot through me.

"That's a girl. Cum for me. That's it." And before I knew it another as jolted into my cunt like a shock, sending warmth down my legs.

"Oh, this is too much for me." Bryan closed his eyes and continued to pound into me

"That's it. Give it to me. Fill me with cum. Give it to me Bryan."

And he did. Big squirts of hot cum and I felt his cock pulse into me shooting into me. He rolled off of me and we both lie there catching our breath.

After a few minutes the phone rang. He picked up the phone and looked at the number. He flicked open the phone.

"Good morning. Great. Yeah. Wonderful. I know. Yeah. She's here."

I leaned up on my elbow and looked at him, puzzled.

"It's for you. It's my mother. Gisela."



Love Potion



I told myself this story was going to be a quick write. Stick to the high level details, make it 2-3 pages. Well I failed that, but personally appreciate a story with a lot of build up so hopefully you do too. First work for Literotica, so I hope you like it! I'd appreciate any reviews or comments; you can reach me at the contact on my profile.

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I had accepted that I was gay around freshman year of high school but had never come out. Now a Junior in college, the only sexual experience I had with a man was letting a guy blow me drunkenly at a random house party. Luckily none of our friends overlapped and a word of the encounter was never uttered. However, it made me crave a man that much more. 

All that to say, I was a convincing straight guy. Most of my friends were guys, and my closest friends were all guys from my high school football team. Most of them stayed in town to go to the local university like myself, so we stayed close.

There were pros and cons to that but the major con was losing the ability to experiment and find my true sexuality without the fear of being rejected by my previous 'life.'

My risk aversion was subsiding though. Partly due to the blowjob I got a couple months ago, but mainly due to Ben.

After dorms, a few of my friends got a house together near campus. It was a 5 bedroom house and worked perfectly for us. That is until one of our buddies, for a few personal reasons, dropped out and moved back home with his parents. Luckily we were able to find a couple dudes via craigslist that needed a room for the rest of the year, Ben being one of them.

There was another guy that was actually the better candidate between the two, but I had pushed that we give the room to Ben. My friends didn't put up too much of a fuss or pry as to why I think he was the right choice, which I'm grateful for.

I don't know how they would have taken my rationale being he was incredibly hot. When I first met Ben that day he was wearing khaki shorts that hugged his thighs and huge bubble butt and a varsity T that molded around his rounded, muscular body. 

Ben was short, maybe 5'8" or so. Definitely the stocky-muscle type of guy, but had maybe been drinking a little more than he should and going to the gym less. What it created was a slightly curvy but still very attractive body, from what I could tell. 

His face was his best quality though. Everything about him was puppy dog. He had doughy eyes, pouty lips, and an adorable button nose. Short crew cut and the hint of a shoulder tattoo later, I was lusting for him hard.

After he moved in, my fantasies didn't exactly come to fruition as I had imagined. The "bump into him after a shower and his towel falls" scenario didn't happen, and he unfortunately wasn't a guy that liked to get naked for the humor factor as some of my other friends were. He did drink a lot which was maybe a gateway opportunity, but our friend circles were different. I tried to make connections but due to my hidden motives, I would always second guess myself or get too nervous. He was becoming more and more a roommate, and less and less a sex toy. 

And then one day, during lunch with another one of our roommates, he shared that he was super superstitious. He believed in a natural medicines too. His mom was apparently Wiccan, and although he didn't latch on to the religious side of his mother's beliefs he did believe in 'herbal magic' as he called it.

We made fun of him a bit and the three of us laughed it off. The cogs had begun to wirr in my mind though. I could use this, but how?

A week of googling and research led me to the idea of a love potion. There were a few different recipes or 'spells' or whatever online, and the lust was clouding my judgement as to whether this was a sound idea or not. There was a moment of doubt during the week but after Ben came in from a run, sweaty and shirtless, his round pecs and keg-abs in perfect view, I was able to wave away any hesitation.

It took another week for Ben and I to be the only guys in the house for the evening, and it was now or never.

I knocked on his door. There was some rustling, but opened it shortly after. He was already in 'pajamas' which consisted of loose basketball shorts and a tight t-shirt with the words "All American" written on them.

"Hey, Matt. What's up?" He asked, leaning on his door frame.

I was nervous, but needed to be the perfect actor tonight. "I have a.. er.. well a really random question. And it's kind of stupid."

He chuckled a bit. "Okay, shoot."

"You mentioned your mom the other week, and it got me curious."

"Oh god," he started, rolling his eyes, "I promise I'm not a crazy person."

I quickly stopped him. "No, no! That's not what I meant. See, there's this girl in my finance course that I've been crushing on hard. We've talked a few times but I don't know if she's interested. I did some googling and it looks like there's this... Wiccan love potion.."

Ben's eyebrows raised, he was curious and amused. "Go on..." 

I felt like he was just looking for the opportunity to call me the crazy one and laugh this all off, but I continued. "Well, I'm desperate and thought I'd give it a try but could use your help. I know it's stupid, but what's a little science experiment anyway?" I laughed it off, trying to pretend I didn't really believe it would work. Which I didn't, for the record.

"Well I wholly believe in that stuff, man. Herbs can be a powerful thing. They can release all sorts of chemicals in your mind to mimic emotions like love, fear, happiness, yadda yadda. Did you get a recipe for it?"

I mocked a bit, "Wait, you don't have a family secret there?" We both laughed. "I do actually, and I think I have all I need but wanted you to sanity check it. See if it seems bogus."

He agreed, and we went up to my room. I closed the door behind us, while unnecessary it seemed more intimate for me and try my plan. So far it was working, but the real test was yet to come.

I shared the ingredients and steps I found online, and he agreed with what it was saying. Rosemary brings out this feeling, and this herb reduces inhibitions, and blah blah crazy person talk. It could have actually been a turn off, but even if I didn't believe an ounce of what was coming out of Ben's mouth he sure did know a lot about this voodoo science. And that was impressive on it's own.

We worked the next 20 minutes or so creating this 'love potion.' There were a few electric moments for me like when he would help me grind an herb down and our hands would touch, or he would read out the next step and layer in his own 'professional' opinion. At one point, when he was sitting on the ground with his knees up, his shorts slid up his thigh so much that I wondered if he was even wearing underwear. The thoughts were setting me ablaze inside.

When it was finally done, he explained the last steps. "So, you basically just need to add a piece of your hair to some of this, and then somehow get her to drink it."

"And then what?" 

"I guess just wait? I'm not really sure how this concoction will work, it could affect anyone differently."

Now to setup my plan. "Now I just need to find a clever way to get her to drink some random, greenish liquid. And it won't even work anyway."

"Don't question the juice man, this stuff has enough herbs to turn her on to a cactus." He seemed so serious.

"I just wish there was a way to test it. Well, you believe it will work so strongly how about you drink a swig. If you try and kiss me after then I'll know it's legit."

Ben just laughed. "If only you could be so lucky!"

I pushed it, "No really. You can prove to me that it's real. The effect is only supposed to be temporary right?"

Ben got a tad more serious. "Matt, I know it will work. You're the one doubting my skills man."

"Okay, you're right. I don't think this can work. I hoped it would, but this shit would be in stores everywhere if it really did." I started to ham up my disappointment.

"I don't think the FDA would let it get to there. Plus most people are huge skeptics like you, so no one would buy into it."

I looked into his eyes to hold a stare for a beat. "You really do believe in this stuff don't you?"

"I do. Well, not all of the Wiccan stuff, but herbs and spices are just science. No need to believe anything."

I got some confidence up, acting of course, and wagered with him. "Okay fine, I'll test it out."

"With who?" Ben asked, admittedly he actually looked confused. Adorable.

"You."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "That's not funny, Matt." 

"No, really. No offense, I don't think I'm going to suck your face after taking a swig of this but I'm willing to take that chance."

He chuckled, "that's a risky bet."

"I don't think we're eye-to-eye on the odds here Ben." I chuckled back to him.

He sighed. "Okay, well don't blame me when you think I'm a total hottie."

"Don't worry," I sarcastically retorted, "I won't."

Ben took a tiny scoop of the liquid into a measuring cup and plucked out a hair from his head. "You want me to drink your hair?!" I feigned minor disgust.

"It need's some DNA. I could put some earwax in there if you'd prefer."

I stuck my tongue out and agreed that the hair would suffice. 

"On second thought..." Ben put the cup down and stood up. He reached into his shorts, to my excitement but composed an expression of confusion, and winced a bit. Removing his hand from his crotch region, he held onto a single pube. He grinned.

"Seriously dude, fuck you! I'm not eating your pube. Now I know this is a crock of shit." I didn't know how far to push my aversion but was still afraid of being outed by not having a big enough reaction.

"This potion is rooted in sexual urges, and so a hair more closely rooted to sexual connotations should be more potent. You're not scared now are you?" Ben teased.

"Scared of choking to death on one of your smelly pubes? Yeah."

He held the hair up to his nose and took an exaggerated inhale. "It's not smelly."

"Ugh." I rolled my eyes and pretended to dry heave. "You better not tell a soul about this."

He mimed his other hand zipping his lips.

I sighed, "fine give me your damn pube water potion."

"Let me remind you this was your idea."

"yeah, yeah yeah..."

He added the tiny dark blonde hair into the cup and swirled it around a bit then handed it to me. "Bon appetite," he cheerfully said as he handed me the cup.

I took it down in one quick gulp and followed with a few swigs of water we had nearby. It tasted like old rainwater some leaves have been decaying in.

"Did it taste romantic?" Ben asked.

"It tasted like dead racoon, but that probably just your pube."

We both laughed at the situation. The next minute we sat silently waiting for something to happen. I asked when I would feel this magical urge to kiss him and he shrugged. Works different on every person he said again.

"Well, I don't think I find you super sexy. Sorry to ruin your night Ben."

"Oh shut up, it's only been a minute. Let's play a game. Simon says."

"Seriously?" he lost me.

"One of the effects of the potion is that you should be willing to be persuaded by me much easier. What's one thing you would never do, even if I asked you to?"

"Ben, I'm not sucking your dick. Sorry bud." Again we both laughed.

He continued. "I'm not thinking anything that extreme, but good to know. Me either. Try this, stand up."

I got up while acting like I was being pulled up by some ghost. "Oh my god Ben, you're a voodoo god!"

"I really am," he said, amused. "Now spin around." I did as was told, still hamming it up. "Jump. Touch your toes. Blink your eyes. Pinch yourself." 

He had me do routine, mundane tasks for a couple minutes. I stopped pretending a ghost was manipulating me at some point and just did as I was told, kind of forgetting what was going on. Then finally he told me to take off my pants. It snapped me back to consciousness. 

I pushed back against the command accusing him of just wanting to see my dick and called him a perv. He said, "no, no. Just your sweatpants, you goof." Somehow this made it much more palatable and the pants dropped immediately. I stood there in my t-shirt and boxer briefs staring at Ben for my next move.

He stood up, walked over to my bed and plopped down face first. He told me to give him a back massage. I no longer really knew what was me and what was the potion, but I honestly didn't care. I got up on the bed and straddled him. 

After a few minutes of massaging his back he told me to take off his shirt. I did, then continued the massage. His skin was so smooth and soft under my hands. My own butt resting on his was starting to pool blood to my crotch. 

"Massage my ass" and I did. I shifted down lower and began to knead his huge bubble butt through his shorts. A minute of this and he told me to strip him completely. He helped a little by arching his back, but the shorts quickly peeled down off his legs revealing his succulent globes just asking for my hands. 

The massage continued and I enjoyed every second of it. His ass was so warm to my cool hands. It was lightly dusted in dark blond hair but not really hairy like some of the guys I'd see in the lockerroom. It was definitely the biggest though.

As I kneaded his butt, I would get more daring with my movements. I would get closer to his crack but the move away. Timid. I began to turn my kneading movements into spreading ones, exposing his hole a little more each time. My thumbs would rub inward towards his hole when I spread his cheeks. It started subtle, I think, but at some point became very deliberately sexual. I had almost touched his little dark rosebud when he said, "Yep, you're gay for me right now."

Startled, I jumped off him and stammered my protest. He rolled his head over and laughed. "It's okay dude, it's the potion. I won't tell anyone."

I reiterated, "I"m not gay for you dude. I was just giving you a massage, that's not gay."

He looked down, "Your boner begs to differ."

I followed his eyes and saw my cock stretching against the elastic of my boxer briefs, slightly peeking above the band. I covered up my shame. "I"m not gay" I said again.

"I know, Matt. But for the sake of our deal, I've gotta do this."

I was about to ask do what? but he beat me to it. He turned over to reveal his semi-hard cock and balls, nestled in a light patch of dark blonde hair. "Suck my dick."

I instantly remembered that when I drank the potion this is exactly what I said I wouldn't do. However at this point Ben seemed confident that the potion was in complete control and I could finally live out my fantasy without any repercussion. I didn't hesitate.

I got back on the bed and shoved my face into his crotch. I hadn't sucked a cock before, and honestly hadn't even been this close to another dick in my life. Ben wasn't fully hard yet, but I could already tell he was bigger than me. Probably only about 6 or 7 inches long like me but much thicker. His balls were larger too.

I wondered how I would fit it in my mouth if it kept growing but accepted the challenge. 

I used one hand to guide his member into my mouth. I only took a couple inches in to wet it with saliva. He tasted so good. Slightly salty but a pretty neutral flavor overall. For some reason I had imagined a cock would taste just like what cum smelled like. I was happy to see it was far less extreme. 

As I wetted him fully and began to pump him while I swirled my tongue around his head, Ben began to get audible. He started with just some sighs and moans, but quickly began to give me specific directions. "Jack me harder, lick my shaft, suck my balls, swirl your tongue, deep throat me."

His hands began to guide my head as well. I gladly took the direction. He had gotten fully erect by now. I came up for air to admire his cock. I was right about it's size. It may even be a bit shorter than mine, but boy was it thick. Although it realistically couldn't have been as thick as a soda can, it looked like it without a direct comparison. 

"Don't stop Matt!" Ben looked down at me during my break and quickly got me back on task. I sucked and pumped him but I wanted a little more. I took a creative liberty and started to trail my mouth downward. I had seen in hundreds of porn clips guys eating out another guy's ass. I'd never had it done to me to validate if it felt as good as porn made it seem, but wanted to test it out on Ben.

I don't think the thought would have crossed his mind, but once I began sucking on his taint and still moved south he got the hint and silently complied. Ben arched back and raised his legs and ass up into the air. I kept one hand firmly around his cock and jacked him off as my tongue made it's fast approach to Ben's virgin asshole. 

The taste was unique. He had clearly showered some point in the evening, but still I thought it would taste a little like, well, shit. I was delighted to discover it didn't. It almost tasted like a sweet cologne. There was a musky quality but also a sweet aroma. 

I mimicked all the actions I'd seen in porn. I licked his hole, spat on it, sucked on it. Ben seemed to like just the simple lick the most, and so I focused on that. It didn't take long into this new experience for him to reach climax.

His breathing began to speed up and he breathed/growled, "I'm gonna cum." I had a conflict of interest. I had never seen another guy cum in real life, and wanted to watch him erupt all over himself for my viewing pleasure. I also had never tasted another man's cum before, and the thought of taking his explosion into my mouth was incredibly hot too. It was a split second decision, but I threw his hips back down to the bed and wrapped my lips around his cock. 

Ben tried to push my head off him and breathed a "no, you don't have.." but I swatted him away and brought him to the point of orgasm. He went past the moan decible and actually yelled in pleasure as he erupted into the back of my throat.

The warm, sticky liquid shot ribbon after ribbon against the back of my mouth. I attempted to swallow between bursts but turns out swallowing when there's a cock in your mouth is hard or at least it was for me, so some of his seed dripped out of my mouth and down his shaft. 

I milked every ounce out of him, and even squeezed his cock like a toothpaste tube to get the last few drops. Ben's intensely tense, and sweaty body turned to putty after a few shudders.

I sucked on his cock for another minute or so as it waned in my mouth. Finally accepting that my fun was done for the night, I let it pop out of my mouth. Ben arched up on his elbows. 

"You have a nice dick." I said, smiling.

He chuckled, "that's the potion talking, but thanks."

The potion. I had forgotten. Ben read the look but mistook it for more of a panic. He leaned up and grabbed his shorts from the floor, quickly slipping them on. Grabbing his shirt he said, "I should go take a shower. I'm really sorry about this."

I tried to stop him but he was out my door and down the stairs in a blink. I just laid there on my bed staring up at the ceiling. My first time sucking a cock was amazing, and of all people it was with Ben: my ultimate fantasy man.

I heard the water turn on from the shower the floor below, and took the opportunity to finally pleasure myself. I imagined Ben in the shower and replayed the last hour in my head. I came with more force and volume than I had, maybe ever.

I cleaned myself and my room up, and waited to walk down and approach Ben. I finally got the courage a couple hours later but when I approached his room I could tell the lights were off and turned back. 

I'm not sure if I'd ever get that chance again with Ben. One thing for sure though, I was 100% addicted to dick and needed more. I had lived 21 years without it and had all that time to make up for. How I was going to get it, would be another adventure.



Love Potion #9



Brandon was a weird kid, the type of kid who had no friends preferring, instead, to be alone. From the beginning, the pediatrician told his parents that his intelligence was off the charts. He knew how to read and write before he was 3-years-old. There was nothing the teachers could teach him in grade school, so they continually double promoted him until he started high school at 11-years-old and finished college just before his 17th birthday. He had plans on getting his advanced degrees in Physics from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology but things did not work out as planned for Brandon.

Now, ten years out of college, Brandon was an inventor; he enjoyed inventing things, perverse things, and things that would have been deemed science fiction only a few years ago but now, with micro computer technology, they were now reality. He had lots of ideas, perverse ideas, and ideas that were once just a twisted dream or a perverted thought were now his invention.

His entire apartment was a science fiction work-in-progress and a technology lovers' dream house come true. Only Mr. Super Geek himself, Bill Gates of Microsoft fame would have more technological gadgetry in his home than did Brandon. Only, Brandon was a pervert and MIT did not want to enable a scientist in his quest for knowledge to use in the invention of sexual perverse aids and deviant behavior. In his first year of his Master's Degree in Physics, he was expelled from MIT when he blew up the science lab while developing his Love Potion #9.

Yet, that was okay with Brandon because there was nothing that MIT could teach him that he could not teach himself by reading it in a book. Much like John Travolta in the movie Phenomenon, Brandon read 3 books a day, every day. Unfortunately, he read not for the betterment of the world but for the betterment of the average perverted male. Matter of fact, it is because of people like Brandon that we have web sites like this. Way to go Brandon. All of Brandon's ideas and inventions were things that helped in his quest to see the naked female form.

Once done with MIT, he spent his days and the little money that he made flipping burgers at McDonalds, the only employer who would hire him, financing the planning, development, and testing of his inventions. Actually, it did not warrant much money to invent many of his items. Brandon was a physicist, self taught, and a physicist can make anything from nothing. Think of Brandon as a super McGuiver.

He invented shoes that had metallic flakes imbedded in the leather of the uppers so that, when he illuminated them with simple triple A batteries stored in the heels by a remote control he kept in his pocket, the illuminated metallic flakes in the leather shined like stainless steel creating a mirror like reflection. Once his feet were positioned up an unsuspecting woman's skirt, he could take a photograph.

Yes, it is true; let's credit Brandon with another invention, the first up skirt. Of course, there have been up skirts since, well, there have been skirts and women to wear them, but Brandon, using the tops of his shoes, invented the perfect a way to serendipitously capture the image on film to be downloaded to a computer's hard drive in the privacy of his home. When other men were working full-time jobs to support their families, Brandon was practicing how to excel at becoming a master pervert.

As a young adult, he invented a miniature periscope that not only looked around corners but recorded the images to his computer's hard drive, another first. Sure, the Navy has had that technology in their submarines but, Brandon made it portable. Already, he was amassing a stash of naked female photos with his mother, sister, aunts, and cousins becoming his first unknowing and involuntary victims.

Every night, standing around the corner from his mother's room, her door opened just a crack, just enough for him to insert his pencil thin periscope, he recorded his mother getting ready for bed and removing her clothes. Every night, it was the same thing, she'd pull her top over her head exposing her D cup brassiere, pull down her stretch panties exposing her white cotton panties, and then she'd reach around herself and unhook her bra allowing her big, saggy tits to fall free. Just before she donned her nightgown, she would roll her panties down exposing her black haired bushy pussy and ass to the imbedded camera lens of his periscope.

He quickly tired or recording his mother, already he had photos of her in all manners of undress. He moved on to recording his older sister. Three years older than him, she had more the body type that interested him. Her full breasts stood high and were B cup with pink, puffy nipples and her bush was dark brown and trimmed. He filmed her a lot even filming her when she thought no one was home inviting her boyfriend over for a day of wild sex. He filmed her from the outside through her window that was open just a crack for air. He had vivid color video of her giving her boyfriend a blow job and her boyfriend giving her a cum bath. He stopped filming her, too, when he grew bored with her naked form moving on to his aunts and cousins. No female was safe from Brandon's extended eyes in the form of various camera lenses. 

Every summer his aunt and his two female cousins came for their yearly visit. This year, he was ready. This year, he would capture them naked, and he did. When they thought everyone was outside by the pool, Brandon put his periscope up by the window that he had opened only a crack, just enough for him to squeeze his miniature periscope through but enough for him to record his aunt and cousins stripping out of their clothes and putting on their bathing suits. By the end of their visit, he had more than enough naked images of them to jerk off over for months.

He had always fantasized about his aunt's and cousins' naked bodies and now he had them filed away in his computer available to pull up whenever his sexual desire made him lust to see them naked, again. His aunt, his mother's sister, was younger and thinner than his mother. She had really nice C cup tits that did not sag as much as his mother's tits and her bush was trimmed and not bushy. Both his cousins had A cup tits and had shaved pussies. He was thrilled to capture them on film. They were hot.

Around the same time, he invented Nude Vision, eyeglasses that could actually see through clothing. The downside was that he could only wear them for short periods of time because the brilliance of the green glow of his tweaked and upgraded night vision light that made clothes so transparent was damaging to his eyes causing him to have eye strain. So, he developed a camera lens and photographed women that way. 

He spent his summer roaming beaches capturing women on film and, once downloaded to his computer, conveniently exposed their naked bodies for his personal enjoyment and titillation later that evening in the privacy of his home. At this rate, he feared that he would cum himself out, he jerked off so much over the tits, asses, and pussies of his mother, sister, aunt, cousins, friends, and strangers. No female was safe from the prying eye of Brandon's camera.

He even filmed those mothers who stood in line waiting to give their kids an audience with Santa Claus. One after another, the women appeared like they were standing there with their clothes cut out in the middle. Their nude images were surreal. They were all so unaware of Brandon's prying technological eyes. They were all so unaware of his perverted lust and desire of their naked form later that evening when home alone jerking off.

His Nude Vision lenses were far superior to what the military used in combat. You could count the pubic hairs with Brandon's Nude Vision lenses. With a special white light that eradicated the green haze that highlighted the photo, his camera captured women walking around as if they were naked in broad daylight. Clearly, the photos captured women's nipples, tits, pubic hair, and ass cracks. You could tell that they still wore clothes only; the clothes were noticeable positioned off to the sides of their bodies with the imagery illuminating the specific areas of Brandon's interest, only.

He was a genius and his inventions were a marvel to behold. No clothe female was safe and able to hide from his revealing camera. Now, Brandon's database of naked females grew from immediate family members and close relatives to friends and strangers. 

Every year, it seemed, Brandon invented something else, something new, something more perverted in his quest to view any woman he came in contact with naked. Brandon invented a special light bulb that reflected the metal flaked floor tiles that he invented. When he turned on his special overhead light that he invented and that housed his special light bulb, the metallic flakes in the flooring acted much like a mirrored surface giving him an unobstructed view up their skirts and dresses. The extent of his perversions and perverse behavior was outrageous.

It took a while for women to notice that Brandon was viewing their panty clad pussies. If they only knew that his floor tiles were rigged with micro-cameras that recorded what they saw enabling Brandon to play it back later so as to masturbate at his leisure, they would vomit at the thought of Brandon's sick behavior. If the women became suspicious and if Brandon did not want the women to know that their panties were exposed to him, he did not illuminate the tiles. He only had the camera lenses record their panty clad pussies.

He discovered that Ms. Flagg, the Administrative Assistant to the President of the University, and Ms. Scribner, the school librarian did not wear panties. Ms. Flagg had a shaved beaver while Ms. Scribner's pussy was bushy. He so wanted to send them anonymous photos. Yet, he feared that if he did that, then they would know that the photos came from him.

When he started dating, in his early 20's, he invented special cologne that drove women wide. He named it after himself, calling it Branded. He used a hormonal base mixture in his formula that made him irresistible to some women and researched scents that aroused other women to make his cologne intoxicating to their senses giving him the edge in romancing women far more beautiful than he could ever imagine getting without the help of his cologne.

"Oh, Brandon, what is that scent you are wearing? I just love it. I see you even put in on your cock. Hmm, it tastes as good as it smells."

Not every woman fell for his cologne, but he did have some successes with it, considering that he was a tall, gawky, and pimple faced nerd who had no chance of getting any woman never mind a beautiful woman. Still, all it took sometimes was a darkened club, a few drinks, his magic cologne, and viola, Brandon was Mr. Lucky.

He invented his exhaling umbrella. It was an ordinary umbrella but when strategically placed, as if he was getting ready to open it, the very tip of the umbrella emitted a violent puff of air that was strong enough to lift a woman's skirt, so long as she was wearing a lightweight, flared skirt. His umbrella never failed. Also, he rigged it so that the air coincided with the opening of a tiny camera lens that photographed the skirt being lifted and her panties revealed. He had hundreds of perfect shots of panty clad asses and a few photos of women who only wore sheer pantyhose or no panties.

Along with his umbrella he invented his bee in a bonnet, a hat that housed a big, dead bee. When he was close enough to a woman with a low cut, loose blouse, which he managed to always be, he would press a remote control that he kept in his pocket. The remote removed an insignia on his baseball cap that housed a big, dead bee releasing it. These women actually believed that a bee flew down their top. The perfect scenarios were women who did not wear bras or better, bras that opened up when they leaned forward. Brandon was quite a good marksman with his bee in a bonnet baseball cap able to score a bulls-eye, down her blouse and in her bra, on nearly half of his attempts. On more than one occasion women removed their tops and a couple took off their bras to rid themselves of the bee. Oh, yeah, that bee in a bonnet was a miracle invention. Now, he only had to figure out how to serendipitously videotape the action.

"Oh, my God! A bee! A bee just flew down my top." The woman opened her top wide looking in while Brandon is staring down her top leering at her bra covered tits. She looks up at him. "It's in my bra!" She opens her bra to see the bee and begins to reaching her hand down but pulls away at the last instant. "I'm so allergic to bees and if it bites me, I don't have my EpiPen with me." She looks to Brandon. "Please, can reach your hand in and pull out the bee."

"Of course," he smiles. 

She opens her top wide and pulls her bra forward. Her tits are nearly totally exposed. He reaches his hand down her top and into her bra feeling her tits and touching her nipples. 

"Sorry," he pulls out his hand and looks at the woman so sincerely apologetically, "but I cannot get the bee without sexually assaulting you," he says to the woman. "Maybe, if you removed your top and bra, the bee will fall out. I'll turn my back and avert my eyes."

She does and screams when the bee falls to the ground. He turns around just as she is topless ogling her tits, as he steps on the bee, before she can realize that the bee was already dead. His invention, bee in a bonnet, is foolproof with Brandon so eager to accommodate a helpless woman in her moment of need. Yep, Brandon was a pervert, alright, but a creative genius of a pervert.

He invented invisible super glue, glue that stayed wet but was totally invisible. He would coat a picnic bench, a park bench, or chair with this super sticky substance hoping that a woman would sit on it. It worked really well when a woman was wearing a short flared skirt and instead of sitting on her skirt, she sat on her panties. When the woman raised herself to leave, it would pull away, sometimes, rip away, whatever clothing was stuck to the glue, skirt, pants, panties or bikini bottom. He would photograph the perverted fun from a safe distance. Panties and bikini bottoms worked the best. The glue pulled them right down and sometimes completely off, depending how fast the woman stood up to leave. 

He invented molecular acid. It was acid that only interacted with nylon, acrylic, polyester, any man-made fabric without burning the skin. He would walk behind his victim with a little spray bottle, spray a little molecular acid on her skirt, pants, and/or panties and the material would suddenly, instantly develop a seriously large hole. Once, he pretended that he tripped and dumped an entire cupful of his molecular acid on a woman's chest. The acid not only ate her blouse but also her bra. It took her a moment for it to register that her tits were totally exposed. She rubbed at the wet spot on her blouse not realizing that the more she rubbed the quicker it ate her clothing. Soon, she was standing there topless from the front with her tits totally exposed to everyone. Ah, Brandon, indeed, you are my hero.

His best invention, he thought, was his love potion that he called Love Potion # 9, after the movie of the same name that came out with Sandra Bullock in the starring role playing Diane Farrow and her then boyfriend, in real life before she married Jesse James, Tate Donovan, playing Paul Mathews. With a combination of alcohol, the illegal drug Rohypnol, Viagra for women, and loads of caffeine, the secret was in the mixture of the ingredients, something that it took him years to perfect and one demolished college laboratory. Instead of pouring it in an alcoholic drink and having to carry out his unconscious victim telling everyone that she was just drunk; he used a time release capsule that slowly released the drug into an unsuspecting woman's blood system. It was all in the timing of it because his special formula did not knock them out, instead, it made them terribly horny and wide awake. The only problem was how to get the woman to take the capsule. He circumvented that by making special chocolate cookies with white chocolate chips. Each cookie contained the contents of a small capsule of the drug.

Also, instead of picking up women in a bar, his victims were women who he had lusted over and who he had wanted to be intimate with. He would just invite them to his apartment on the pretense of showing them something or giving them something.

"I know you are a big fan of ice skating, Christine, and what a fan you are of Sonja Henie. I wanted to show you my autographed photo of Sonja Henie." He researched what the women were into before inviting them over making sure that he possessed something of great interest to them. In this case, he downloaded a photo of Sonja Henie and forged her signature.

"I can't believe I accepted your offer to come home with you Brandon, but if you don't mind, I'm going to leave my coat on because I can only stay for a few minutes."

"Hold on, just let me get the photo." He emerged from his bedroom carrying the framed photo, purposely put in an old frame. "My grandmother was a friend of Sonja's and that is how she came by this photo of her." He blew off the dust that he had caked on it from his vacuum cleaner that morning. "It's been hidden away in my grandmother's trunk for years. When I found it, I immediately, thought of you.

"Wow," she accepted the photo from Brandon, staring at it. "I've never seen this particular photo of her."

"Actually, I know how much this means to you and I would love for you to have it."

"Well, thank you, Brandon, I don't know what to say. I must apologize to you because I listened to everyone else telling me that you are a bit creepy, perverted, actually, especially after you opened your umbrella in the elevator accidentally lifting Mr. Morris's secretary's skirt and exposing her panties to everyone. By the way, what is that scent that you are wearing? I love it.

"Oh, something that I got as a gift, I don't even know the name of it. By the way, I made some white chocolate chip cookies, would you stay for cookies and tea or cookies and coffee."

"Sure," she smiled at him, peered back down at her photo of Sonja Henie, and said, "I'd prefer tea over coffee with lemon."

Brandon left the plate of cookies on the coffee table and disappeared in the kitchen to make tea.

"These cookies are incredible. They are delicious. You must give me your recipe," she said eating one cookie after another.

When he returned, finally, from the kitchen, Christine, not only had her coat off, but her blouse was half-way unbuttoned and her skirt was hiked up.

He set the tea down on the table and she pulled him by the arm to sit next to her on the couch.

"Now, there is something that I want to show you."

She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the cup of her bra forward. There on her breast was a tattoo of ice skates.

"Is that a tattoo," said Brandon reaching his fingers to her tit and feeling the tattoo with his fingertips.

"Yes," she pulled his hand forward until his fingers touched her nipple. They kissed, they made out, and they felt one another's bodies while French kissing.

Because of Brandon's Love Potion #9 in conjunction with his fragrant cologne, Branded, Christine gave Brandon no resistance when he stripped her naked. Unlike the rape drug Ruffie, where the drug makes the woman unconscious, Christine was a willing albeit, unknown to her, a drugged participate.

Christine, a very pretty and petite blonde, fell between Brandon's knees, pulled off his pants and underwear and took his erect cock in hand.

"You have a big cock Brandon. Would you like me to suck it?"

"Yes, Christine, I would love for you to suck my cock."




Love Potion #9



With that, she took his cock in her mouth and started blowing him. He removed her blouse and bra fondling her tits as she blew him.

She removed his cock from her mouth, suddenly.

"Fuck me, Brandon. Stick that big cock inside of me. Make me cum."

Yep, Brandon was very successful with the women. Only, the next day, the woman questioned why in Hell they ever did what they did with him.

"Oh, God, I can't believe I sucked his cock. I can't believe I fucked him."

Brandon had a lot of one night stands, that is, until he met Agatha. Agatha was as equally perverted and determined as was Brandon and Agatha was out to get the man of her dreams, Brandon. She too, had developed a Love Potion #9. Agatha, a follower of the forbidden science of witchcraft was just a toad's eye, a lizard's skin, and a bat's heart away from getting her man.

Stay tuned for part 2 of Love Potion #9 



Male Attacked by Tentacles



It's a hot summer steamy night and as he walked down the dark desolate dirt road, his eye is caught to a steady light streaming across the sky. Wearing only loose shorts and sandles, he watches as the light gets brighter and bigger in the sky. As he continues to walk along the road, he can actually hear the object whizzing past him a hundred feet over his head.

"What the hell is that"? he asks to himself with the sense to duck as it screams past him.

The object then crashes to the ground a couple of hundred feet from him. He pauses to run over, uncertain as to what it could be. He conjures up the courage and begins to slowly walk over to the object. As he approaches, he can see the ground burned and the object smoking and tilted to its side. Part of the object in dug into the ground and its metal shell is dented and damaged.

"Hello?" he asks apprehensive to get any closer to the body of metal on the ground.

Theres no movement and the bright light from an almost full moon casts a dim shadow of the object on the ground. Just as hes about to call out again, the door of this weird object hisses and slowly opens. A small cloud of smoke billows out from the opening but nothing appears in the doorway.

"Anyone there?" he calls out.

Realizing that this thing could dangersome, he decides to back away from it. Maybe it would be best to head home and call the authorities. He turns his back on the crashed items and begins to walk away.

Next thing he knows, his feet are pulled out from beneath him and he lands hard on his stomache stunned. Something has grabbed him by the ankles and pulled his feet from beneath him causing his sandles to fly off. He tried to stand up when he us suddenly and violently spun by his ankles and turned onto his back. Frightened beyond belief, he lifts his body up and looks down at his ankles. Shocked, he sees what appears to be tentacles coming from the open hatch of the object and wrapped around his feet. Before he could figure out whats happening, other tentacles fly from the open door and attack at his loosely worn shorts. They hook themselves around the waste band of his shorts and swiftly pull them down over his feet. He watches with complete dismay as his shorts are pulled away and into the darkness. Now laying there naked, fear engulfs him as he lets out a holler.

Out of the door, other tentacles are quick upon him and each wrist is suddenly wrapped by the slimy appendages as they pull his down flat on his back. Laying on the ground still stunned by it all, he suddenly feels the tentacles pull his arms outward to the ground spread away from his shoulders. He fights to loosen from the massive grip but his wrists are held down with what feels like the weight of a thousand bricks. He tries vigorously to free his arms but the tentacles are too thick and powerful in their grasps.

While he pulls hard with his arms to free himself, he starts to feel the pull of the tentacles that have wrapped around his ankles spreading his legs apart. He fights to keep them closed but again, the tentacles, like steel cables, are just too powerful. His arms and legs now spread open leaving his nude body spread across the dirt as if stuck in the open position of a gross attempt at making a snow angel. 

He can feel the tentacles now tug even tighter on his arms and legs. He can feel his muscles stretching like rubber bands. The tentacles keep opening him up wider and tighter just to the point of his bones being pulled from their sockets. He lays there motionless and completely vulnerable in the inability to even be able to twitch a muscle from being completely spread across the ground

"What the fuck is happening to me? What is this thing doing?" he asks with a frightened look on his face. He lifts his head and peers down at his wide open spread naked body.

The air is so silent. The only sound is his breath that is racing in and out of his mouth as he tries to make sense of his situation. Suddenly, he looks past his legs and notices what seems to be hundreds of thick dark slimy tentacles racing towards him from the ship. They drip with ooze as the make the way over his body and begin to wrap themselves around him. He could feel the warm lubricated slime against him as if made to help ease the tentacles around his helpless body.

One tentacle circles his wasteline. Another wraps around his chest 3 times and squeezes snug against him. Two more tentacles wrap around each of his knees and pull him even further apart. His can tell this monster really wants him wide open for whatever it has planned for him. Others begin to hook around his thighs leaving slimy goo over his legs. Even more encircle his arms and begin to intertwine with the dozens that are engulfing his now slimed and glistening body like vines around a a post.

He lies there helpless for what seems to be forever when suddenly, he feels the soft caress of even more tentacles working their way up his legs. His lifts his head again and watches as they slowly make there way up to his groin. He sees one disappears beneath him. He cant even give it a thought as to what this has in mind when he suddenly feels the gentle poke of the slimed creature on his anus.

"Oh God, NO!! he yells out to it. 

But before he can beg another word, he feels it slide up into his ass as the slime lubricates the thin tentacle to ensure an easy entry. Just as hes about to scream out, he notices the other tentacle begin to slowly open at its end. He can see inside what looks like hundreds of little tongues like the villi you would find in your intestines. He can tell instantly just what this one had in mind as it seemed to stare down directly at his limp frightened cock.

"No FUCKING WAY!" "You cant....." 

He suddenly could feel the opening begin to wrap around the tip of his flaccid cock with the warmth of slimy lubricant dripping and covering his entire groin area. The tentacle begins to caress and pull on his cock and if provoking it to grow. Suddenly, a group of very small finger like tentacles emerge from the opening of the tentacle on his cock and work their way around his balls. They begin to gently caress and massage them while the other pulls and strokes on his penis.

To his utter shock, he can feel his cock slowly becoming engorged and grow while inside this dripping member. How can this be he thinks to himself. But somehow, this beast begins to take over his mind as it has his body. 

The tentacle begins to slide down his growing cock as it overflows itself with oozing slimy lubricant. The slime runs down his shaft and like a river, starts to pool in his naval and cover his stomach. Much of it runs down to his balls and lubricates the finger tentacles that are massaging his testicles. The villi inside the tentacles press against every nerve ending of his cock causing it to become rock hard and swollen. The tentacle slides down all the way to the point of pressing at the base of his cock extending it even deeper into the slimed appendage. It the slides all the way up to where his cock is barely inside the opening. Its stroking every last inch of his manhood.

Weak, his head falls back to the ground as for some reason that he cannot fathom, he begins to feel pleasure more than fear. His arms and legs stretched out so far and firmly, become accustomed to their restraints. Even his muscles that are being pulled almost off their bones, begin to relax and settle in.

He finds himself slightly begin to pant a bit. He cannot believe he feels himself giving in to this slimy grosslike monster. The tentacle on his cock begins to slowly ride up and down his shaft. The villi massaging his cock and the fingered tentacles on his balls cause him to start moaning in pleasure

The tentacle in his ass starts to slide in and out at a more pronounced rate as it pours ever so much more slime into his hole. It begins to move faster and faster and with the main tentacle stoking feverishly at his cock, and the thin fingers at his balls, he lets out a huge moan.

"OOOOOHHHHHHHH!" 

He feels the need to begin squirming, but the tentacles have him so tied down and spread, the it is an impossibility. Just as he feels the escasty escalating, the tentacles that wrap around his chest open a small slit along the side and out come more thin finger like tentacles that find his nipples and like fishing wire, begin to wrap around each one. He could feel the thin bands begin to tug up and out on his nipples in a gentle tug that send him into an uncontrolled frenzy.

"OH MY GOD!!! OH! OH! OH! OOOOOOOH!!"

As the minutes pass by, each tentacle is caressing and stroking their respective parts causing him into a sexual dilusion. Just as he thought it couldn't get any more intense, he looks above his head and sees a fat slimy tentacle coming for him. It runs under his head and begins to wrap itself numerous times around his neck with the end of the tentacle staring right at his mouth. With the main tentacle gulping and stroking at his cock, the new one quickly and swiftly forces itself into his mouth and begins fucking his lips. The taste of the slime gushing out the end is salty and hot and hes shocked to find it enjoyable. 

However, the tentacle suddenly pushes into the back of his throat hard and down his neck. The slime in this tentacle, which contains a slight numbing agent, reduces then eliminates his gag reflexes. Down his throat it pushes then stops and holds there. At the same time, the tentacle wraps around his neck begin to squeeze like a Boa constricting on its prey. He cannot breathe at all and the blood flow to his brain is now cut off as his face turns a sunburned red. The tentacle in his ass is digging in deeper with every stroke as it begins to swell spreading open his anus wider and wider. The tentacle sucking on his cock starts stroking at a faster pace and sucks harder, while the fingers on his balls and nipples pull gently and caress. All the tentacles on his body, legs, and arms begin sliding and pulsing to ensure every nerve ending of his slime covered body is stimulated.

With his breath choked off, he begins to feel light headed but the stroking and sucking at his cock is so perfect, he feels the wave of orgasm begin to build. He needs to breath. Take a breath so he can cum but the tentacle continues choking him. He falls deeper into a state of unconsciousness as his orgasm begins to explode. Just he begins to pump massive amounts of cum into this intruding appendage, the tentacle pulls from his mouth and eases on his neck. A powerful ingestion of air like a jet engine rushes into his lungs and brings him from the brink of death just as his cock is emptying into the tentacle. The blood flows back to his brain as he lets out a loud, almost deafening moan as he exhales his air.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

His orgasm is completely and absolutely beyond intense. He feels as if he will never stop cumming while filling this beast with his hot juices. Suddenly, the mouth tentacle forces it way back passed his lips and into his throat numbing and choking off his air. Again the tentacle around his neck constricts and the blood flow to his brain is cut off. His cock being dried by the sucking and stroking of the tentacle when he finally climaxes and his body goes limp. The tentacle around his neck relaxes again and the tentacle pulls out from his throat. He lets out a huge cough and spews slime and tentacle cum all over his chest and the tentacle that's wrap around it. 

Although he is kept spread tight and hard, he would not be able to move anyway. But will this tentacled beast release him now? He is in a frenzy as he cant wrap his mind around what just happened to him and why it was so incredibly intense. He tries to move his wrists and arms and pull his legs closed but they do not even budge. The tentacle beast is keeping him spread and captive. He can feel his nipples continually being gently tugged on and his balls still getting their gentle caress. His barely builds enough strength to lift his head and look down at his cock. He notices it is still rock hard as the tentacle remains wrapped around it. He thinks to himself, why isn't it letting me go? Why isn't it releasing me when he realizes this ordeal must not be over. His head falls back down to the floor when he feels the tentacle take his hard cock back into its grasp. Again, it starts to suck and stroke and ooze slime to keep his cock lubricated.

"Oh God!! Not Again!!"

The stroking instantly starts him moaning. Again the tentacle in his ass starts to slide in and out and swell. Only this time, his hole is stretched and almost welcomes its intruder. The tentacle that surrounds his neck begins to tighten when again, the slimy limb pushes passed his lips and into his throat. The sucking on his cock stroking faster and faster. Much faster than the slower and deliberate stroking the first time. He could actually begin to hear the sucking and slurping sounds on his cock as the tentacle seeps out what feels like gallons of slime onto his cock.

Again he cannot breath. Again he feels his mind slipping into unconciousness. Again his blood to his brain is cut off, and again he feels the massive wave or orgasm begin to emerge. Again his nipples are being tugged on and again his ass is being raped. The sliding and pulsing of all the tentacles covering his body stimulate every nerve of his being. Again as he cums, the tentacle loosens on his neck and pulls out from his throat. Again the air rushes into his lungs the come escaping out with the intense sounds of pleasure.

"OOHHHHHHHHHH AAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Again the tentacle empties his cock of its hot cum and again he collapses motionless. Only this time, it starts back up again. 

This intense attack upon his mind and body goes on and on and on. How much more can he take. How much of his seed must this monster suck from him before it quits and releases him. The assault continues and the tentacles seem relentless to pleasure and steal his seed. Hours go by. 2 hours. 5 hours. 8 hours of continued attack. The tentacles consuming his seed, then resting. Raping his ass, then resting. Sucking again on his cock then resting.

Will this ever end.



Male Babysitter



"I'm worried about my boys, Marge," Gina Smith confessed to her best friend after church one day.

"Why?" Marge replied. "You're a great mother, and your boys seem happy and they do ok in school, right?"

"I know... maybe I'm over thinking, but I feel like they need more of a male influence in their lives. Clancy never was around that much right after the divorce, and he rarely calls now than he and Kimmy have moved to California," Gina said, practically spitting out the name of her ex-husband's new, younger wife.

"Have you been dating much?" Marge asked.

"No. A little, but nothing has gone anywhere. It's hard to find a good man at 38. I realize that it may be unfair, being a divorcée myself, but a lot of middle aged divorced men give me the creeps. I feel like a lot of these guys are still on the market for a reason," Gina explained.

Marge nodded. "I'm sure you'll find a diamond in the rough if you're patient."

"That's easy for you to say, still happily married to your high school sweetheart. But, regardless of me and my male needs, I don't want to thrust being a good role model for my boys on a potential boyfriend, at least not right away. I want something a bit more... organic than that."

"What about a male babysitter?"

"I've thought of that, but I see these teenage boys, and I can't imagine them being responsible enough. Hell, sometimes I wonder if the teenage girls I've had are really up to it. I guess I was lucky with Madison, but now that she's a junior she doesn't have much time anymore," Gina said.

Marge thought for a moment. "I think I can kill two birds with one stone. You know my younger son, Keith?"

"The one who just finished college?" Gina asked.

"Yes. He still hasn't found a job yet. It's a really tough economy right now. He's living at home with me. You'd have to ask him yourself, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind helping you out, and making a little money in the process," Marge suggested.

"Do you think he'd do it? I can't pay him anymore than I pay the girls, $15 an hour."

"When you have no income, an extra 40 or 50 dollars a week goes a long way. I'll talk to him, and have him call you, ok?" Marge said. Gina and Marge hugged goodbye and walked to their cars.

Keith called a couple days later. "Hi Mrs. Smith, this is Keith."

"Hello Keith! I was expecting your call. And we're both adults, please call me Gina. Mrs. Smith is my mother. And technically it's Ms. Smith."

"Oh, well, right," Keith replied. "So, Gina, my mom says you'd like me to watch your kids on Friday night. What time do you want me to come over?"

"The girls plan to meet up around 8, but I'd like the boys to get some time to get used to you before I leave. Is 6 o'clock ok? I'll pay you for the whole time you're here, of course."

"That sounds great," Keith agreed.

Gina was surprised how deep Keith's voice was. She remembered him as a skinny teenager at church with a crackling voice. He'd stopped going with Marge once he started high school, and she didn't recall ever seeing him after that.

Gina was almost stunned by the young man who arrived at her doorstep promptly at 6:00 Friday evening. He was tall and broad shouldered, with a hint of a 5 o'clock shadow on his face. Still, she recognized Keith's dark brown eyes and dimpled smile almost immediately.

"I can't thank you enough. I don't know if Marge told you, but I'm worried my sons don't have enough of a male influence on them ever since, you know, the divorce. BRANDON, PAUL, come in here please!" Gina called out. Two boys appeared one a few years older than the other, but both with red hair that matched their mother's.

"Brandon, Paul, this is Keith. He's going to take care of you tonight while Mommy goes out, ok?" The boys nodded, sizing up their new sitter silently.

"Hey guys," Keith said, bending down on one knee to speak to them at their level. "Are you two glad it's Friday and there's no school tomorrow?"

"No school!" Paul, the younger of the boys cried out with a gleeful laugh. Brandon simply nodded shyly.

Gina, meanwhile, was admiring Keith's fit young body, especially his ass, which was slightly outthrust in his prone position. 'He'd never look at me, but there's nothing wrong with me appreciating him,' she thought to herself.

"Why don't you men go play in the living room? I'm going to go get ready," Gina said. The boys ran off, and Keith smiled at her briefly before trailing after them.

Gina went upstairs and stepped into the shower. She took the time to shave her legs and trim her pubic hair to a close patch. It was a habit Clancy had gotten her started on, and one she'd maintained despite the lack of male attention in her life. 'You should always be prepared, just in case,' she thought to herself.

Gina's outfit was all about "just in case", especially the lacy bra and thong underwear set she wore under her dress. She didn't expect any guy to see it that night, but it still felt nice to dress up sexy, even if just for herself. That, and on the off chance she did meet an eligible man, she didn't want to be caught in tattered old undies.

Gina was done with her make-up before seven, and went downstairs to check on Keith and the boys. She saw that they were engrossed in a Playstation game. She overheard Keith teaching Brandon something about how to beat a certain monster. It was like a foreign language to her, which made her smile all the more at Keith's actions.

"My ride should be here soon," Gina said, announcing her presence to the young men. Her sons remained engrossed in the game, but Keith turned to face her. Gina was flattered when his eyes popped open a little at the sight of her.

"You look great!" he exclaimed. "You're going to have to beat the men off with a stick tonight!"

"You flatter me," Gina replied with a smile. "But thank you. I shouldn't be too late tonight. The boys have already eaten, but help yourself to anything in the fridge or pantry. Don't let the boys eat too many snacks. Their bedtime is ten. It's a Friday, so it's ok if they stay up a little later than that, but they should be in bed with the lights off by 10:30. I should be home a little after midnight."

"10:30. Got it," Keith replied.

"Call your mother if there are any problems. Hell, you're 22 right? You can probably handle any emergency on your own. Sorry, I'm used to dealing with 14 and 15 year old girls."

"It's ok; it's natural to worry about your sons, especially with a new caregiver. I've watched kids before. Not recently, but they'll be fine. Don't worry; we'll have a great time. Just enjoy yourself," he said with a wink.

"Oh, I will. A couple of my friends tend to get a little crazy," she said with a wink. "Boys, you be good and go to bed on time. Have fun, and thanks again Keith," she said. There was a knock on the door, and Gina left for the night with her friend.

Gina had a great time at the wine bar, although there were no unattached men there who caught her eye. Still, she loved chatting with her friends, and after ordering a bottle of wine and drinking half of it by herself, she had a nice buzz going.

The group dispersed around midnight and Gina arrived at her front door shortly thereafter, the unfinished half of her Pino Noir bottle in hand. Most of the lights were off but she heard the sound of the TV in the family room. It turned off a moment after she stepped inside, and Keith appeared shortly thereafter.

"Did you have a good time?" Keith asked, smiling at the bottle in the older woman's hand.

"I did. How were the boys?" Gina asked, sitting down to remove her uncomfortable shoes.

"They were great. I fed them some ice cream, and let them stay up until 10:30. Paul fell asleep on the couch watching Finding Nemo. I had to convince Brandon it was time for bed at the end of the movie. He wanted to wait up for you. Luckily he didn't take too much convincing."

"That's good. What have you done since then? And do you want to help me kill this wine bottle?" she asked with a conspiratorial smile.

"I've just been watching TV, and I could have a glass. But I'm off the clock now. As of this moment I'm on my own time."

"Sounds like a deal," Gina said. She fetched two glasses from the cupboard and divided the remainder of the bottle between them.

Gina told Keith about her friends, and some of the topics they had discussed that night. She enjoyed sharing the salacious details of one of her friend's affairs. It was with a younger man she'd met at a bookstore, and while Gina didn't fully approve, she had to admit a bit of jealousy at her friend's sexual adventure.

"This is nice, you know, just talking to a guy who is more than 10 years old. I love my boys, but we can't exactly discuss the political ramifications of cartoon characters."

"I totally understand. I like talking with you too, Gina."

"God the girls at school must have gone nuts for you. Beautiful eyes, great smile, tall too," Gina gushed.

"Stop, you're embarrassing me," Keith protested.

"It's true. You've probably got a nice package too!" Gina stated, realizing the alcohol was preventing her usual brain-to-mouth filter from working.

Keith laughed nervously. "Well, I don't like to brag, but I do have big hands and feet, you know."

Gina reached out at took one of Keith's hands in her own. "You do! Really nice hands too. They're big, but not too meaty. Nice long fingers. I love them." Gina looked into Keith's eyes for a second. In a sudden moment of boldness, she opened her mouth and took Keith's index finger into her mouth, sliding her lips down it gently. She kept eye contact with the young man the whole time, slowly bringing her lips back up the length of his long finger. As she reached the tip she released it, kissing the tip with her lips then lapping at it with the tip of her tongue.

Gina let go of Keith's hand and there was a moment of silence before both started giggling. "You like that?" Gina asked.

"Um... uh yeah. Very... is it warm in here?" Keith stammered.

"I've got more tricks up my sleeve you know," Gina purred, shocked at her own suggestiveness. Still, what was the harm in flirting? Keith was hot after all.

"I'm sure you do," Keith said. "Still, I'm not sure what your children would say if they walked into their kitchen and found their mommy sucking their babysitter's... finger."

Gina nodded. "Well then, perhaps we should go talk in the spare bedroom. There's a nice sized TV in there. And there's a lock on the door," she added with a wink. Somehow inviting him to the spare bedroom seemed slightly less slutty than bringing him to her bedroom.

Gina stood up, and left the empty wine bottle and glasses on the table. She was almost disappointed that she didn't stagger when she walked to the spare bedroom. She realized that while she was a little tipsy, she wasn't drunk, and the game she was playing with Keith was her own doing.

"This used to be a den," she explained opening the door to a pleasant, uncluttered bedroom dominated by a queen sized bed and large television. "That's why it's at the other end of the hall from the other bedrooms. We converted it when, you know, Clancy and I started having problems."

Keith nodded and sat down on the bed. He fetched the remote from the end table, leaning over so Gina caught a glimpse of his tight ass under his jeans.

"I have no idea what's on TV right now, usually I fall asleep early, exhausted from the kids," Gina explained, sitting down next to Keith.

"I'm happy to watch them for you, and glad you think I'm worth staying up to hang out with," Keith said. He began flipping channels.

"We get a bunch of premium movie channels," Gina suggested. "Clancy insisted on them, and the kids won't let me cancel them. 

"I was watching them earlier actually, after the boys were sound asleep."

"Anything good on?" Gina asked, lounging on the bed but keeping her legs in a demure position.

"Well... there was a cheesy movie on one channel. One of those soft-core skin flicks," Keith replied.

"I actually love those sorts of campy movies. Which channel?" she asked. Keith managed to quickly locate the film. An attractive young couple was making out in a hot tub. The woman was in a tiny bikini, and the man had swim trunks on.

"Any idea what the plot is?" Gina asked.

"I believe they are attracted to each other and are going to have intercourse," Keith replied. Gina laughed louder than she intended to.

"Well, I think that there's a scandal here," Gina hypothesized. "The man, he's engaged, but to another woman. Her sister actually."

"Really?" Keith asked, chuckling.

"Yes. He knocked the sister up, which is why he's marrying her. But this woman is the one he really loves." The woman on screen's bikini top came off, revealing very large, very unnatural breasts.

"God, do guys even like tits that fake?" Gina asked Keith.

"Well, I can honestly say that I prefer real ones, regardless of the size. Yours, for example, look very nice under that dress."

Gina blushed. "Should you really be talking that way to an old woman?"

"You're hardly an old woman. If I offended you I apologize. But my statement was true."

"Well I certainly am not offended. So thank you," Gina said. The onscreen man had been licking his partner's breasts and now was simulating terribly fake cunnilingus. "Wow, you can totally tell he's not actually going down on her," Gina observed.

"I told you it was cheesy," Keith replied.

"Is it exciting you?" Gina asked, glancing towards Keith's crotch. There seemed to be a sizable bulge in his jeans.

"A little," Keith replied. "You?"

"I'm a little excited. But I don't think it's the movie," she added.

"Gina... this is fun. I like you. I find you very attractive. But I realize your sons are at the other end of the hall..."

"You want to know where this is headed?" Gina asked, soberly. Keith nodded. "It can go as far as you want," Gina replied slowly. "The kids sleep soundly, and the door is locked anyway..." she trailed off, licking her lips suggestively.

"Ok. This is a little weird for me," Keith stammered. "Sorry, it's just usually things aren't quite so... negotiated."

Gina sighed, slightly crestfallen. Her expression must have betrayed her emotions, because Keith quickly added, "But I want to. You should know that I want you."

Gina beamed. She reached out tentatively to touch Keith's chest. "I don't think either of us planned for anything," she stated, her hand tracing a line down his firm stomach. "We're both adults, even if I'm a bit older. You don't have a girlfriend right?" she suddenly asked, her hand resting just above the waistband of his jeans.

"N-no," he said, his throat obviously dry. "I'm single."

"Good," Gina said, her hand sliding down to touch Keith's package through his pants. "Oh my! Someone is a little excited. Or should I say a BIG excited?" Gina exclaimed, giggling at her own joke. "You weren't lying earlier."

Keith closed the distance between them, climbing on top of Gina and pressing his mouth against hers, kissing her hungrily. Her hand stayed fixed to his package, rubbing his length through his jeans. She moaned involuntarily, it had been too long since she'd been with a man, especially one so virile and sexy.

Keith's mouth remained locked on hers, their tongues dancing together beautifully. Keith maneuvered his hips and Gina released his package, allowing the strong young man to press himself against her pussy. She gasped. She felt his hardness rubbing against her, even through four layers of fabric. Gina smiled to herself involuntarily about deciding to wear sexy panties that night. When she'd gotten dressed she never would have guessed it was the babysitter who was going to see them!

Keith nibbled down her neck and lavished attention up it and her earlobes. She appreciated that he seemed to be taking his time, despite the obvious lust in his pants. Gina moaned loudly as he continued grinding against her and kissing her exposed neck.

She couldn't wait to see his erection, to taste it. She hadn't sucked a cock since Clancy's, and that was several years prior. She hadn't sucked one the size of Keith's since college, and she didn't care to remember how long ago that was.

"I want to suck you," she whispered into his ear, causing him to groan. Gina grabbed his tight ass, pulling him against her even harder.

"Not yet. Later. I want to see you first," he replied.

Gina felt herself blushing as he slowly undid the buttons of her blouse. Her heart was racing a mile a minute. It had been far too long. Years and years had passed since a man had seen her naked, fully exposed, not counting her ex-husband or doctor. She gasped apprehensively as Keith finished unbuttoning her blouse and parted it open, exposing her black lacy bra. She felt relieved when he smiled at her. She still had a womanly figure, but she knew she couldn't compete with the college girls this young stud had unquestionably spent many nights with. She was painfully familiar with how flat their stomachs were, how tiny their waists. Kimmy hadn't been much older than Keith when Clancy began his affair with her.

"Hey," Keith whispered. "You still with me?" He was slowly tracing across the exposed upper swell of her breast along the edge of her bra.

"Yes. Sorry, I just was enjoying your touch so much," Gina replied, resolving to live in the moment and not think about the past. She was in bed with a 22 year old!

Gina undid her pants and slid them off her hips slowly, trying to be sexy as she exposed more of her flesh to Keith. Keith's eyes were glued to her hips as she slipped the pants all the way off and tossed them to the side. Keith grabbed her ass playfully. "Nice thong," he observed. "Very sexy."

"Thank you," Gina beamed, settling upon her back.

Keith leaned over her and kissed her chest then stomach tenderly, savoring every inch of her body. At first Gina felt embarrassed to be put under such scrutiny, but she quickly let herself get lost in the sensations. Her remaining doubts disappeared as Keith slid his hand between her legs, rubbing her through her panties. Gina could feel she was already getting warm down there, and she wasn't even naked yet.

"Lose your shirt!" Gina hissed, then quickly added, "Please?"

Keith flashed her a beautiful grin. "I'll trade it for your bra."

Without hesitation Gina sat up and unhooked her undergarment. She handed it to Keith triumphantly, trying not to think about the slight sag in her tits.

"Wow," Keith whispered. "You are such a Milf!"

"Milf?" Gina asked. She'd heard the term before, but forgot what it meant.

Keith chuckled and shucked off his shirt. He was firm and toned, the very vision of a young stud. "You know, a Mother I'd Love to Fuck?"

Gina giggled. "You should make that a Migf."

"Migf?"

"Mother you're GOING to fuck."

Keith laughed. "Well, now that we've decided that and are past the first awkward stage, I gotta ask... do you have a condom?"

Gina's heart sank. "I don't have any." It had been many years since she'd had casual sex, and their encounter was so spontaneous. "I'd be happy to take care of you though, with my mouth."

"No," he replied, to which she frowned, feeling rejected. "I want all of you. It's not every day I see a woman I want to fuck then it becomes a reality. I want to do this right, and I want all of you. I'll run to the gas station and buy a pack."

"Ok," she replied. "I guess someone has to stay with the boys."

"I won't be long," he added, kissing her once more before putting his shirt back on. "Just don't change your mind or fall asleep while I'm gone, ok?"

"I'm WAY too excited to fall asleep," she replied. "And I can't wait to feel you inside me." She reached out to stroke his package through his jeans once more for emphasis.

Gina put her blouse back on to walk Keith to the door, but left off her bra. She kissed him goodbye at the door and watched him run off in the direction of the store. She couldn't help but smile. She didn't imagine a man her age would go to such efforts to have sex, especially with the offer of a blowjob on the table. Gina laughed, realizing how lucky she'd gotten, and was about to get.




Male Babysitter



Gina wasn't quite sure what to do with herself in Keith's absence. She knew it would be 15 or 20 minutes for him to make his purchase. She was still tremendously worked up. Gina went back upstairs and peeked in on the boys. Both were sound asleep. She went back into the spare bedroom, locking the door behind her. She carefully removed her clothing, piece by piece. She lay back upon the bed, remembering how Keith had been there only minutes earlier. She could still almost smell him in the room. Gina closed her eyes and imagined her new young lover's firm body. She pictured what his cock would look like. She knew it would be long, strong, and full of virility, eager to possess her, penetrate her. Gina's fingers slid between her thighs, and she played with herself. She took her time, teasing herself. She could have rushed to an orgasm, but wanted to be on edge and on fire when Keith returned.

She lost track of time, but soon enough there was a soft knock on the bedroom door. Gina sprung up and opened it, peeking out to see Keith, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. She let him in and quickly shut the door behind him. He smiled even more broadly at the sight of her naked body.

"I was playing with myself while I waited," she explained, kissing him once more. It felt especially naughty to be nude while he was fully clothed, almost as if she was some sort of pleasure slave for a young, beautiful prince.

"Why don't you show me what you were doing while I get naked too?" Keith asked. Gina nodded and slid back onto the bed. She was amazed at her own wantonness. She didn't want to let Keith down. She knew she wasn't as supple or firm as a college girl, but she figured she could be more kinky.

Keith's eyes shone with lust as he removed his clothing, watching Gina rub her pussy. She went slow, trying to pace herself. She wanted her orgasm to come from Keith. As he removed his jeans Gina gasped, seeing his cock outlined by his snug boxer-briefs. With a confident smile he hooked his fingers in his waistband and slid those off. Gina practically came as his erection came into view.

It was impressive to say the least. Not oversized, but it was long, and very, very thick. "You're much bigger than my husband... EX-husband," Gina said, not realizing it was out loud. "Oh, sorry," she added, embarrassed.

"No, it's ok," Keith said, stepping towards her. "I don't mind the comparison. How much bigger?"

Gina stopped playing with her pussy. "Let me check," she said. She swiftly moved forward, her head aimed at the wonderfully hard cock before her. She grasped it gently and took the large head in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it and sliding down Keith's manhood.

Keith groaned, loud enough that for a split second Gina worried they'd be heard. She knew her fears were unfounded, being so far down the hall from the other bedrooms. Gina concentrating on pleasing Keith's lovely cock with her mouth and tongue.

He contented himself to kneel on the bed, placing his hands on his hips and looking down at the sexy older woman sucking his cock. Gina took him into her mouth deeply, gagging slightly before coming up for air. She placed a finger several inches away from the base of Keith's cock.

"You're that much longer," she said with a grin. "And MUCH thicker," she added, hefting his heavy cock. She couldn't wait to have his meat back in her mouth, and quickly slid her lips back on him.

"God, that's nice," Keith moaned softly. Gina used every trick she knew, swirling her cock along the underside, sucking him as deep as she could, and using her hand. Part of it came from a desire to worship the god of a man before her, and part of it came from a desire to prove her worth and sexiness.

"I... I want to taste you," Keith groaned.

"Later," Gina replied. She slid upon her back once more, spreading her legs slightly. "Feel me," she instructed. Keith moved his hand between her legs, his lean, firm body towering over hers.

"You're very hot, and very wet," he observed.

"Yes, and very ready for that beautiful, big cock of yours. Please fuck me, Keith. Would you put your cock inside me?"

Luckily he didn't make her beg. Keith shredded a condom package and slid it onto his cock, which still glistened from her saliva. Gina closed her eyes as her young lover positioned himself between her thighs.

"Are you ready?" he asked, teasing her by rubbing the tip of his cock against her pussy.

"Yes! Please, be inside me!" she exclaimed with hushed breath.

She braced herself, expecting him to slam his sizable cock into her with force. She was surprised to feel him lurch forward with deliberate caution. She moaned, feeling the big head push into her, past her labia, into the pussy that had known no man for years and only one man for many more years before that. She felt almost like a virgin again, especially with the size of Keith.

He penetrated her slowly and steadily, gradually working more and more of his length into her. "You've done this before, haven't you?" she asked lustfully, looking into his eyes.

"A couple times," he answered with a grin. "I learned the hard way that when you're "blessed" like I am you have to take your time."

"Well I'm... Very... glad you... learned that," Gina said, gasping as he continued rocking in and out of her slowly. "God, is there still more?" she asked, honestly feeling very full.

"Just a little. You doing ok?" he asked with genuine concern.

Gina grabbed his face and pulled him down to her in a fierce kiss. "Can you feel how hot my pussy is?" she asked. "I'm MUCH better than ok. Fuck me, Keith!"

Keith nodded, and pushed into her. Gina moaned, feeling wonderfully full. Pleasurable feelings continued to spread across her body. His whole length was inside her now, opening her, filling her. She felt free, alive, and awake. Keith slid his cock out slowly before slipping it deep inside her once more.

Gina's senses were on overdrive as Keith made love to her with practiced ease that betrayed his depth of experience. She was acutely aware of his masculine smell, the exhale of breath he made each time he thrust into her. But she was particularly aware of how her skin felt as his more hairy body rubbed against her own smooth skin. "You never forget how," she whispered to herself with a smile.

"What was that?" Keith asked, pausing and looking her in the eyes.

"Nothing," she replied, grinning almost stupidly. "You just feel so amazing. I was a little nervous, it's been a while since I've had a lover."

Keith suddenly gripped her hips and rolled them over, his long cock never exiting her. Their positions were reversed, with her astride his hips, his cock still deep within her.

"Why don't you show me what an "older lady" can do?" he requested with a smug smile.

"I'd love to," she replied, sliding her hips up and down. She was acutely aware of his greater length as she slid her body up and down his. Gina thrust her chest forward, presenting a nipple to Keith's mouth. He lapped at it tenderly before wrapping his lips around it and sucking upon it firmly, causing Gina to gasp with pleasure.

She continued sliding up and down his length as she presented her other nipple for similar attention. She could feel from Keith's hardness that he was highly aroused, yet he didn't seem too close to climax and ending the party too soon.

"You have a lot of stamina for a young guy. Aren't you kids supposed to shoot off too soon?" she teased, grinding her clit against his pubic bone for emphasis.

Keith grabbed her ass and pulled her against him even tighter. "Baby, I haven't even begun to fuck you!"

"That's too bad, because I'm just about ready to cum on this big cock of yours? Would that be ok?" she asked in a bit of a submissive tone.

"God yes! Cum on my cock Gina!" Keith hissed.

Gina always enjoyed being on top for a reason. She placed her small hands on his chest for support and continued sliding her hips against his. She positioned her clit perfectly to achieve maximum stimulation against his body while they fucked. Keith groaned and held her hips firmly, rocking his own in unison.

"I can feel you," he whispered. "You're getting so warm, and tight."

Gina merely nodded, her eyes closed tightly. She focused on herself, and the warm feelings emulating from her pussy and the big cock thrusting within it. With a sharp intake of breath Gina thrust her hips forward and exploded. She gasped as wave after wave of pleasure shook her body, filling her with almost unimaginable sensations.

Gina almost collapsed upon Keith's chest. He wrapped his arms around her tenderly. "You didn't..." she whispered, but he shushed her.

"In a moment," he said. "Just enjoy yours."

Gina sighed and rested her cheek against his breastbone. His cock was still big and hard within her sensitive pussy. Gina shuddered as an aftershock of pleasure hit her body.

"Ready?" Keith asked. Gina smiled and nodded.

Keith held her hips and began thrusting his cock into her. It was a different motion than when she rode him, it was for his benefit. He was sliding in and out of her directly, penetrating her deeply, working towards his climax. Gina groaned as he rapidly pistoned in and out of her still sensitive pussy. Clancy had rarely let her come first, and it was a treat to get fucked while in post orgasmic bliss.

"Yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck me Keith. Fuck me with your big cock. I want your cum. Cum in me!" she whispered eagerly, cheering her young lover on. His face contorted and his cock swelled up even bigger and harder than it had been.

"Oh god. Yes!" Keith cried out softly. Gina felt his cock spasming within her, his body shuddering with pleasure. "Yessssss," he moaned, his cock contracting one last time before his hips settled back against the sheets, his body still.

Gina kissed his lips tenderly. "You are amazing," she cooed. "Simply amazing."

"You are too," Keith answered.

"Really? Even compared to your college babes?" Gina teased.

"Oh yes. God, you're so into sex. A lot of young women don't know what they want. You were so into it, unafraid to show passion, to savor your own orgasm. Not to mention the nasty things you said before I came," Keith said.

"Mmmmm I'm glad you enjoyed them. This older lady knows a thing or two about what guys like to hear," Gina replied, feeling very satisfied with herself.

After a few minutes of shared bliss the lovers disentangled themselves.

Sitting on the bed, Keith began to say something, but Gina interrupted. "I was thinking I'd like to have you baby-sit again. Frequently. In fact, I'd like it if you could come over sometimes in the evenings when I'm around and play with the boys, then perhaps play with me after they go to bed. I'm not sure I can pay you the full rate, but do you think we could work something out in the evening?" Gina asked seductively.

"I don't know," Keith replied with a grin. "Let's go take a shower together and negotiate the details of our arrangement."

"That sounds great," Gina agreed, following Keith to the bathroom. 



Male Bonding Cum Laude (Lotta)



My best friends and I made a trek to the beach for a long, three-day weekend. The four us of have been friends since college, so we are all nearly the same age, married and each with children, a couple of us even with grandchildren. It was a late summer jaunt just for the guys, a kind of macho, testosterone-filled few days where golf ruled the day and beer flowed day and night. 

That was until Saturday. 

It rained all day long, heavy at times, and so we missed out on the thirty-six holes of marathon golf we'd planned for our last full day. Instead we did the next best thing as college pals of old, at mid-morning we started working hard at finishing off the over three cases of beer we had left. We had no sooner finished lunch than Joe brought in another of the coolers from the deck and threw a bottle at each one of us. Before long all four of us were playing cards and getting well relaxed. 

By about 5:00 when I went to get us each another round I saw we were down already into the last case. I was certainly drunk, not falling down drunk, but feeling really good. I hadn't felt that good from drinking since my time in the military, a remote tour overseas, and running the downtown bars. Of course that was after the earlier years in college when all four of us drank our good share. As I walked back into the living room with the four cold ones I was pretty sure my three buddies were beyond a bit tipsy themselves, but we played and drank on. 

Anyway, somewhere during the early evening after the latest hand of stud poker Rich started discussing his love life with his wife, a usual when he got fired up, and alternately Joe and Tom did the same. It was always something we seemed to get around to whenever we got together and drank a few too many beers. Anyway, after Tom related a rather raunchy episode where he and his wife had hot sex in the local library a couple years ago and got caught by a young female volunteer, we all busted out laughing, until abruptly as one, my friends looked over at me. 

"Oh shit, sorry Dave," Rich said, "we didn't mean to bring up, I mean, I know you still miss Ellen."

I had been laughing myself on the outside, but had to admit I really did miss my wife, in so many ways, to include our wonderful sex life. "Don't worry about it. I'm good, besides this is always great hearing you guys talk stupid about yourselves."

"Yeah, you always did just listen to us to get something to masturbate over, you old dog." Joe spouted off, while holding his beer bottle over his crotch and jerking his hand up and down the neck. 

I chuckled along with them again. 

Honestly though, I had been devastated early on by the loss of my wife that past year to cancer, but over time it had become easier to talk about Ellen. As for sex, my left hand certainly didn't take the place of my lovely wife, but I hadn't gotten up the gumption or confidence to date. And even more honestly, her passing had worn me out emotionally and physically. I couldn't bring myself to go out with a woman, but still fantasy had been and still was part of my life. Even at just past fifty I could get it up and keep it nice and hard with the best of those twenty or thirty-something studs. I lived out good memories and my personal erotic fantasies with my trusty hand. 

I don't know how the conversation got so focused on Ellen after that, but as it did gradually my tongue loosened as the beers went down. I found myself telling them about the provocative photos I had of my late wife. There was a silence for a few seconds when I had realized what I'd divulged. 

It was Joe that said it all with a simple, "Wow!"

"Listen guys, if you swear never to tell anyone, especially your wives, I'll show you a few of the pics I have of Ellen on my laptop. That is if you really want to see them."

"Uh sure, buddy. Love to see Ellen, uh, in 'provocative' poses." Joe grinned but looked apprehensive for me I suppose.

Rich tipped up his bottle and drained the remainder as he stood. "I'm up for it, uh, so to speak." He hunched his hips and crotch at us. 

"Oh shut up dick head!" Tom said and picked up a pillow to throw at him.

Rich knocked it away and proceeded to grab his crotch and give it a squeeze. "At least I have a dick, you pussy."

"Yeah, yeah we know you big dork. Just keep it in your pants will ya," Joe said and took another swig of his beer. "Okay, Dave let's see the pics of Ellen."  

"Let me get my laptop," I said standing a little too quickly I suppose as I swayed back into Joe feeling a little lightheaded. He promptly propped me back upright pushing his hands against the back of my shorts. The bottle of beer in his hand pushed its way between my ass cheeks. "Whoa big fella! Watch where you put that thing!"

"Yeah, you wish you'd get a butt fuck," Joe said purposely wiggling the mouth of the bottle harder between my cheeks.

"Be more action than I've had in months," I looked back at him and shook my butt into the bottle.

"Stop! You're sick, you know that," Joe said looking at his beer bottle. "Now I'm gonna have to get another beer. You just wasted this one."

We all had another good laugh before I walked back to my room to get my laptop.

I remember wondering then if I should have stopped what I was doing. It wasn't like the guys hadn't seen my wife naked before as all four of us couples had done a bit of skinny-dipping over the years, in fact, at that very beach we'd done it on a couple late nights, most of us drunk of course. We'd even had a few flashes from the ladies in the outdoor showers a time or two, purposely or not. But these pictures of Ellen were much more than that, at least some of them were. Of course, I didn't have to show them the real 'provocative' stuff.

As soon as I got back with my laptop I saw Joe had not only gotten himself another beer but he'd brought us all another round. I grabbed mine and swilled down a good slug as my computer booted up. The other guys got up and came over, Joe and Rich sitting on either side of me on the couch, while Tom walked around behind and leaned over resting his chin on his palms. 

So there we all were, four decently drunk males, getting ready to ogle my late wife. I knew the guys had thought she was an attractive woman. We had always admitted we had been lucky in finding pretty ladies to share our lives with and they had made approving and appreciative comments Ellen over the years. My wife was a medium built girl, about five foot six inches tall, with very long, strong legs. But her two most fabulous features were her smile, which would light up any room she entered and then her obviously healthy breasts. She never flaunted them really, seldom wearing anything that would be overly low cut, but they remained naturally firm and rode high on her chest so they always were there to view. 

I took a swig from the new bottle and opened the first file with about twenty-five pictures. All of them had been taken during one of our joint summer trips to the beach. Most were quite tame although they did show a lot of leg, cleavage and a few nice rear shots.

"Hey, there's that hot red suit of hers." Tom reached his arm between Tom and me stabbing a thick finger at the screen. 

It was a fantastic shot of Ellen in that sexy suit of hers and I had to admit it really accentuated her boobs to the max. I clicked to the next one and she now had turned and her beautiful backside stared all four of us in the face. It was still plenty tight and smooth back there, so much so it showed off her cute cheeks with that sexy deep crack down the middle encased in the bright red of her one piece.

I glanced over at Joe and then at Rich finding both guys had their eyes riveted on my wife. 

"Okay, Dave these are great shots, but they aren't all that provocative." Tom commented from behind us.

"As long as it's just the four of us," I said in more a slurred whispering voice, "if you all swear not to say anything, even to your wives I'll show you some even hotter pics than these." 

"You have my interest piqued." Joe said, tipping back his bottle.

"Come on Dave," Rich squirmed in his seat next to me, "We've all been friends since college, before the wives era, you can trust us."

"Yeah, but it's not like you've ever seen this kind of photo of Ellen." 

"We're best friends, dude! You also can't tease us and leave us hanging." Joe interjected hunching up in his seat next to me on the other side, our thighs bumping together.

"Yeah, I know." I agreed and my reserve dissolved as the silence drew on again. "So, here goes."

I could feel my friends scoot in a little closer, behind and beside me as I pulled up my favorite series of pictures. It was of Ellen in a set of matching bra and panties, which were brand new when I took the pictures about five years ago. They were some of the smallest and sheerest she'd ever worn. 

My, she looked beautiful and sexy. Ellen was an incredible woman and up until the end days I still found it hard to believe she had managed to maintain her fantastic figure. In those photos, I know she could pass for a woman in her thirties. But I wouldn't trade her for any younger woman!

As the photos flashed by, she spread her legs a little and you could easily make out the dark bushy triangle beneath those thin blue panties. 

"Whoa! These are hot! When did you take these?" Joe leaned in to get a better view. He was already smiling broadly.

"Actually the picture taking started after we'd come home from a night out with you and your lovely wife. When I got up to the bedroom I found Ellen reclining on our bed like that." I nodded to the laptop screen. "She crooked her finger beckoning me to join her. I told her to hold that thought and ran back downstairs."

"You did what? With her looking like that?" Rich blurted out.

"I got back and she was still there on the bed, but now I had my camera in hand, lens cap off and already focusing. At first, she was going to jump off the bed and run for her closet, but I told her how sexy she looked. Almost immediately I saw that perturbed look on her face change to the hot seductive look you see here." I paused looking into those seductive green eyes on the screen. "As I took the first picture I saw her repeat that finger crook and pursing of her lips. I zoomed in and the rest as they say is history guys."

"One hell of a history!" Tom called out behind me.

"Yeah, I wish I had pics of my wife like this," Joe said leaning further up to the laptop. 

"The hottest pics are still to come. Enjoy the full strip down," I added, then clicked the slide show button before sitting back in the cushions drinking my beer.

Before all our eyes Ellen lost her bra and her full breasts were on display.

"Damn, Dave! I've admired those boobs of Ellen's for so long and now the sight of them bared, totally nude, like up close here, is just indescribable."

"Well, she was obviously proud of them as she stood there modeling them for you," Tom added.

"And now us!" Rich bellowed.

In the very next picture Ellen held both breasts out toward the camera grinning from ear to ear. 

"Passion is definitely in her eyes," Joe commented.

"Definitely, as she's certainly enjoying herself." Rich added.

"Yes, she's enjoying every wonderful second." I remembered so well having taken those pictures. I also felt a tingling warmth come over me. 

Her nipples in the next couple of pics grew to their perfect puffy erect and pink selves. I think in unison all four pairs of eyes in the room locked onto them totally enthralled. I sure was. In the next picture they, we saw her holding one of her lovely breasts to her mouth and sucking on her stiff nipple. There was a collective inhale of husky breath in the room. 

"It must feel good to her, the way she's feeling up those gorgeous boobs of hers." Tom threw out.

The mini-peep show continued as the pictures flipped by in that rather lengthy set. In the next views her back was arched and her lips pursed again, obviously enjoying my camera's attention and her manual ministrations. I had forgotten about the next pictures as I saw my hand reaching to her body in a close up. 

I quickly and fondly remembered that evening...

"I think these get too personal," I abruptly jumped forward and reached for the keyboard.

But my hand was grabbed at the last second and pulled away. 

"No way, dude!" Joe said holding my hand back. "Like I said earlier, you can't tease us and leave us hanging.

"But..."

"Shhhsh!" Rich shushed me and put his hand on thigh squeezing hard.

I relented and went on watching with them.

In the next half dozen pictures my hand moved down her body to slowly remove her cotton panties. In the next, her pussy mound was fully exposed, her thick black bush damp already, the pink lips puffed up and glistening with moisture. I sat there for a moment and just savored the beautiful eroticism of her sex. It had to be the most beautiful pussy in the world. I stared at the familiar pictures that showed me tracing those luscious lips with my fingertip. In the next picture she was lying on her back. I moved my hand up her belly, caressing her soft warm skin until I cupped my hand over her breast and gently rolled the puffy nipple between my thumb and finger.

The pictures may have been slow stills to the guys around me, but in my mind I was there and everything was real between me and my lovely wife. I could feel and hear her, thrusting her chest up to meet my caresses and purring like a kitten as she always did.

My eyelids fluttered. 

I looked around me and saw the broad smiles on each of the guy's faces. I started to say something, but instead I let them silently enjoy the sexy beauty of my lovely wife. 

"Have you ever seen a more beautiful body in your life?" Joe said.

"I wouldn't say she was just beautiful," Rich replied. "She's beautiful and built!" 

"Your wife was an exceptional woman," Tom said from behind us. "She was not just a pleasure to look at, but a lot of fun to be around, too."

"She is a pure vision of sexiness," Joe said. 

"Unbelievable! She is so beautiful," Tom added. "I've always thought she was a thing of beauty. Now that she is fully nude in front of me where I have time to really look at her, even in a picture, she takes my breath away."

"What can I say?" Joe said. "That woman I had lusted after for all these years is right here before us completely nude. I can't tell you how many times during those summer trips to the beach I imagined her naked and a quick skinny-dip isn't what I'm talking about."

It wasn't until right then I realized I had often masturbated to those very pictures even while my wife was still alive. I viewed, or used them when I was on a business trip or even on those few nights when she had gone to bed before me and I was just so horny I needed to do something about it and didn't want to wake her. Those pictures had served me well. And at that moment I tried to force myself to stop thinking so lustfully of my late wife as I sat there on the couch. The feelings those pictures evoked were just too strong and my mind strayed to the real-life arousal I remembered feeling that evening I had taken them. 

I was being aroused by my late lover again!

Joe was becoming restless beside me on the couch and out of the corner of my eye I saw him try to subtly move his hand up his crotch. His fingers were quick, but I caught him as he adjusted himself down there. Damn, if he didn't have an erection! He was aroused looking at my wife, too. 

Of course, I shouldn't have been surprised as I was as hard as ever in my own shorts by then.

But still, Joe was getting horny over the pictures of my wife! 

As the next couple of pictures transitioned by I took a glance to my other side and immediately saw a good bulge in Rich's pants. He was horny on my wife, too! I looked back the other way only to come upon Joe's crotch and literally saw his boner getting larger right before my eyes. At first I was taken aback if not a little angry at the sight of my wife causing other men to be so open in engaging in sexual thought and reaction over her. 

But I then realized... 'What was there really to be concerned about?' I had no cause for resentment in that I should be proud my lovely wife could turn-on guys like this even through just her photos. I glanced up and saw Rich's mouth gaped and his eyes wide open, glued to the screen as each picture went by. I felt Joe lean in closer and closer to the screen, so looking his way again I saw him watching each hot pic of Ellen with total delight. He was grinning broadly and his eyes were glazed over. 

I knew that look. It was the look I always gave my naked wife. Now I saw it on another man's face and it was probably on all three of my friend's faces, as they hungrily looked upon the fully nude view of my wife. I honestly swore I was going to hear in the next few moments one or more of them gasp out loud and ejaculate in their shorts uncontrollably. 

For some weird reason seeing them turned on because of my wife only got me more turned on. I slid forward just a bit, giving my own manhood some loose leg room to continue to grow more comfortably. I slowly ran my hand down the full length of it then grasped the head through the material with my fingertips. I squeezed it a couple times and smiled with the manly thrill of the moment. I knew what I had done that night with my sexy wife and I knew what I wanted to do right then. I also knew I had to do something or it was going to be too obvious to the other guys really soon. 

But just as I was about to excuse myself, I heard a heavy sigh from behind me and looked back to catch Tom with his hand down the front of his shorts while he tipped up his beer bottle to drink with the other. He was obviously wanking himself as he stared over my shoulder at the pictures of Ellen! It wasn't like he was flashing me, but there was no denying what he was doing. I had never seen any guy, let alone one of my best friends jacking off, ever. And even though I couldn't actually see his cock it was still so much like being a voyeur to a guy peeping at porn. For some very strange and awkward reason I caught myself wondering what he looked like naked. 

And...how big a cock was in his shorts? 

Geez!

Was I really thinking about another man's penis?

"I'm sorry dude, but I just can't help it." Tom had caught me looking. 

I looked away only to let my gaze fall on Rich's crotch again and caught him adjusting himself. He caught me catching him. 

"Okay Dave, I have to be honest, Ellen was in some of my fantasies more than I should admit." He had a very leering grin on his face. 

"Dave, if Rich is going to be that honest then I have to be, too." Tom said and took another swig from his bottle, before he went on. "Your wife was always one hot woman." 

"You guys are stupid shits confessing like that," Joe said beside me and then he took a real long swig of beer from his own brown bottle.

"Come on Joe, get off your high horse," Tom spit out. "I know you think Ellen is hot. I even know you had a hell of a boner over her that one summer at the beach."

"Fuck you!" Joe grit his teeth and glared at Tom, then he looked at me. "Okay, okay, so I admit I had the hots for her. Shit Dave I never did anything about it. Well, okay, maybe that summer I did jack off to the thought of her in that super hot red bathing suit of hers."

"The same way you want to right now!" Tom shot back.

I glared at Joe.

"Your wife used to make me horny as hell and still does!" Joe confessed, looking down at the obvious erection jutting up under his shorts. 

There was a moment of silence in the room for several seconds, everyone looking at everyone and no one.

I finally broke the silence. "You know, as unreal as this seems it really turns me on to know someone else was as turned on by my beautiful wife as much as I was."




Male Bonding Cum Laude (Lotta)



"What do you mean 'was' Dave? You have three horny fuckers turned on over her right here and now." Rich spouted off. 

"Fuck!" Tom blurted out and chuckled nervously. "I am so hard right now I might have to get to the bathroom and have a quick jerk." 

All through this exchange I knew my own cock was sticking out of my boxers hard and throbbing under my shorts. 

"How about you Dave? You need to do something with that?" Joe asked as he nodded toward my crotch. 

I smiled and turned back to the laptop screen knowing just how hard my manhood really was and looking at the pictures of Ellen now up on all fours on our bed looking over her shoulder and waving that sweet behind at me...I was hurting and my cock demanded attention, to be touched and dealt with. 

"Fuck this!" Rich bellowed and in one quick motion, he stood, pushed down his shorts and bared his manhood. It just appeared and stuck out from his body pretty as you please. As strange as it was already I had a stranger thought as I watched it bob up and down, it wasn't as big as I thought it would be for as big a guy as he was. It was maybe about six inches long, but for his credit it was impressively thick or at least it looked thicker than mine.

"Hell, if you are, so am I!" Tom said and strode around the couch, stood directly in front of the rest of us, hooked his thumbs into his waistband and shoved the shorts down letting them fall to the floor. "Now this is a man cock!" he proclaimed as he jut his hips forward and his fully erect manhood pointed right at us. "Take a good look at a real cock, boys," his somewhat slurred voice a combination of pride and husky eroticism as he thrust his groin at us once more. Then he stood there and proceeded to run his big palm over that fully hard cock as he stared back down at the computer screen and Ellen. 

I ran my hands over my own shorts and could feel the further ache of need in my hot cock. I was starting to feel a little embarrassed, until Joe spoke up.

"Dave, you had one remarkably sexy woman. I have envied you since we were all in college. I think I'm in love with your wife all over again, so I hope you don't mind," and with that, Joe stood, opened the snap on the waistband of his shorts and as we all watched he made a show of pulling his zipper down, only to unhesitatingly shove the shorts from his hips and hairy thighs. I stared, fascinated at his manly cock that sprung forth. It was hard and pointing upward as much as I'd ever seen my own do. It was in perfectly full erection. 

I was more than shocked, but smiled and said, "No, I don't mind. After all we are best friends, right?" 

For the first time I truly appreciated what I must have looked like to Ellen all those years as my sex-crazy one-eyed man stared straight up at her, just like Joe's was doing then to us.

There they all three were, my best buds in the whole world, wearing nothing but the smiles on their faces. I looked down at those three hard cocks all standing at attention. It was almost like they were saluting me as they each bobbed up and down. I don't recall ever being what they call 'bi-curious' in my life, but even with my friends I had an occasional curiosity as to how big or long one or the other them was when hard. In the locker room I'd sneak a peek now and then, but it was nothing more than a 'penis envy' kind of curiosity. Of course I'd never seen any of them hard and standing tall, unlike all three of their cocks right then.

Silently, all three guys stood there jerking to the pictures of my wife. 

"Damn! These pics are fantastic!" Joe exclaimed.

"Ellen is really hot!" Rich blurted out. 

"Yeah, this is like the Ellen I remember, well fantasized about anyway." Tom added.

"Perfect quality pics, too!" Joe further added. 

Rich leaned in front of me and slugged him in the arm and said, "Quality my ass, Ellen is quality, quality all over. She was one hot woman!" And he gave his hard tool another good twisting stroke.

As I watched him do it, I came to the realization suddenly I was the only one in the room with clothing still on. 

"Oh the hell with it!" I called out and stood up to remove my shirt and shorts. 

In seconds I was nude, not for the first time in front of my friends, but certainly the first time not in a locker shower or down in the water on a late night skinny-dip with the wives also with us. And I was certainly never nude and watching my best buds jacking off like they were doing. Another thing, although I have never thought I was all that big, I knew I was longer than average according to the goofy sex websites I read, but as I looked around I realized I was definitely longer than any of my good friends.

Obviously I wasn't the only one to notice, as Joe blurted out, "What a lucky woman Ellen was to have that thing to play with."

I just smiled and grabbed my own hard cock firmly and started stroking along with them. I could feel my balls bounce with each up and down movement I pulled so hard. I forgot all about modesty and began masturbating earnestly right in front of the other guys, and it felt good! 

In fact, jacking off hadn't felt this good in an awful long time. 

No one said a word for the next couple of minutes as we all stood there drinking and wanking away over my laptop and the sexy pictures of Ellen that appeared on the screen. At that point the slide show had looped back to where she was just taking off her bra again. When I saw her beautiful breasts bared and then those succulent puffed up nipples I felt myself ooze pre-cum over the crown of my swollen cock. I took advantage and smeared it down my shaft and got a really good smooth stroke going. 

I was so into the eroticism of the moment as I could hear the storm raging again outside. It nearly sounded like a hurricane was blowing in. But inside the sounds were calm, although the emotions inside each of us were obviously raging. I was enjoying myself and finally took a second to look at the other happy husbands moving their big hands rhythmically up and down their own stiff manhood. 

"Man, I never thought I'd be jackin' off with another guy," I said rocking back on my heels and closing my eyes, "let alone all three of you suckers."

The realization through my drunken state that I was there with my hand stuck on my hard cock, stroking away while three of my best friends did the same, I knew what was actually happening and it was happening. I was rubbing myself looking at pictures of my sexy late wife and it made me feel really good. For the first time in many months my sex life was shared again with someone else, even if it was my three best buddies. 

It really felt good and freeing! 

I started stroking my hard cock with no modesty or sense of embarrassment whatsoever. Actually, we all had given up every bit of inhibition and modesty as we slowly worked our hands in near unison up and down our hard cocks. "I know we've all masturbated before of course, but this is certainly different." 

"I guess if you're going to masturbate in front of people it may as well be with your life-long best friends." Rich added and then grunted as he ground that big fist over this thick cock that he also must have smeared in pre-cum or spit as it was plenty shiny. 

All four of us seemed to savor the slow, unhurried manual manipulation we were sharing, as well as the intensified aspect of doing it for an appreciative audience. At least I knew I did, though at first I couldn't make eye contact with the other guys. But I soon noticed each of us taking turns looking away from my nude wife on the laptop screen and connecting with different variations of grins, smiles and smirks amongst the friendly audience.

"No need to be shy now, huh?" Tom was the first to speak up.

He got nods from the rest of us.

"Uh, just no commenting on performance, okay guys?" Joe added.

"Kind of different I suppose from trying to impress the women." Rich finally chimed in.

"Yeah, I never thought I'd be stroking along with even one of you guys in my lifetime, let alone all three." I commented. 

"With all of us doing it to pics of your sexy wife, too, huh?" Joe spoke with an obvious breathiness in his voice.

"I'd never thought about putting on a masturbation demonstration, but the four of us seem to be doing a good job of it," I offered.

Every one of us was doing his thing, stroking the way we did best. I don't know if the other three guys were deriving as much inspiration from watching another man so proudly and fully enjoying himself as I was, but as hard and smiling as we all were, I'd say it must have been mutual.

Once again looking back at the screen I saw the close-up shots of me rubbing my fingers through Ellen's damp pubes and then up between those delicious pink lips. The evident wetness of her pussy was truly enhanced by the track lighting above her. My wife was wide open for my three friends, who in their drunken state were obviously greatly fantasizing about her. 

In the next shot I felt a photographer's pride in what looked like a professional spotlight of Ellen's gorgeous reddened clit. It was clearly visible under her fingertip as she pulled back the pink hood.

In Rich's unmistakable deep voice, "If that isn't the best 'I want you to fuck me' shot I don't know what is!"

There were grunts of agreement all around. 

I was the only one who knew she had actually cum during that series of shots. I grinned to myself and felt my manhood respond by swelling in my stroking fist. I knew then it wasn't going to be long before I busted out a load. 

"Uh, guys, I think it's time to go somewhere and finish." I reluctantly stopped stroking. "Whoever wants to take Ellen back with him, go for it! I have her burned into my brain. You guys fight over the laptop." I turned and was about to walk around Joe when he stuck out his elbow and pushed me back.

"Hey, I bet you guys I never told you that Dave here used to be able to suck his own cock." Joe abruptly blurted out.

"Joe!" I yelled and elbowed him back.

"What the...?" Rich whipped his head around, his body coming with it and with that the head of his boner hit against my thigh.

"Hey, watch where you point that thing!" I yelled looking down to see him smear a generous amount of pre-cum on my thigh. I reached down and rubbed it off with my hand and wiped it off on his hairy chest.

"Sorry, but still, what the fuck is this about you being able to suck your own dick?" Rich staggered back a little.

"Yeah, I used to do it way back when," I said, no believing I had just admitted to it.

"I don't believe you." Tom said, rocking back and forth as he continued to stroke.

"He did. He really did. I caught him one day in his bed." Joe grinned and stuck his tongue out at me.

"You never told me, you..." I gave him a surprised and nasty look.

In my early college years all I could think about was girls, naked girls, and masturbation was a two or three times a day thing for me. I was a late bloomer with the women and finding myself horny all the time with no female to help satisfy my urges, so jerking off became the mainstay of my pleasurable activity. One day I decided to get creative. I'd always been really flexible ever since I wrestled in high school. I was not only very thin and sinewy but I could get into some very tight and pretzel-like positions that I soon found were not only good wrestling technique but with one hell of a sexual benefit. I found I could lie on my bed and pull my feet up past my head, butt in the air, and get my cock in my mouth. Yes, I found I could suck myself off! By the end of that semester I was getting a good third of my seven and a half inches between my lips. In all the years since, even during my marriage, I tried more than once to suck myself off, but with being much less flexible the best I could accomplish was a few licks across the tip of my leaking cock tip and that resulted in a strained back for weeks. 

"I bet you a free beer you can't suck your own cock now," Rich bellowed out the dare taking me out of my blissful trance.

I swilled down the last of the beer I had and put the bottle down a little too hard on the coffee table. "Shit, sorry!" I stood and looked Rich right in the eye our cocks pointing right at one another. "Not that that is much incentive, but I'll take your bet, cause damn it, I'm horny as hell and need to cum anyhow." 

"So you think you can still suck on little Dave there," he nodded toward my crotch, "with that old back of yours?"

"Old? Who you calling old?" I challenged pulling on my hard-on again. "I still run circles around all of you goofs on the softball field."

"Well shut up big stud and show us how it's done." He stood there beer bottle in one hand, his other big fist wrapped tightly around his thick shiny cock.

"Hold, on. I need to limber up a bit." I walked around to the middle of the floor and crouched, rocked back and forth stretching my legs and then my back. As I did I noticed the guys still stared at my attractive wife on my laptop screen while stroking away and drinking.

Suddenly I couldn't believe what I was doing next...

Now I've stayed in pretty good shape over the years and as loose as I felt right then, not to mention how hard and horny as I was I told myself I could do it. So there I was, fairly well drunk, stripped down and with three other very horny guys jacking off over my wife as I laid down on my back on the floor with my head on a pillow. I threw my long legs way back over my head as far back as I could possibly get them, touching the carpet with my toes. I scrunched over as far as I could go and even with my cock at its full length, me pulling on it still harder, and my tongue pointed up as far as I could get it I was still a couple inches short. 

I was about to give up when...it happened.

Two hands slapped against my hairy backside and pushed me over further. Before I knew it I had my lips touching the moist head of my manhood. They pushed a little harder and although I felt my back straining I realized the whole swollen crown was in my mouth!

"Damn, he's doing it!"

"Fuck yeah!"

I ran my tongue all around my smooth cock head and then began to suck on it. 

The sensations were wild! 

"Damn, that makes me hornier than ever watching a man suck his own cock." 

"Oh fuck yes, that's hot! I wish I could do that."

Damn! Was this really happening?

I hadn't intended for it to go this far. I had enjoyed a good solo suck in the past, but never had I thought I'd be doing it in front of anyone then or now. I also knew I was no longer in control enough to fight the urge to cum. As the wild and random pictures flashed through my mind of all the sexy things Ellen and I used to do together, I felt my cockhead touch my lips again and slide between them. I suddenly pictured Ellen doing it to me, me clutching at her graying hair as she lasciviously delighted in guiding my hard cock to her mouth. As if it was her doing it I stuck my tongue out and ran it greedily around my swollen crown, tasting the dripping pre-cum, salty but surprisingly delicious at the moment.

My body relaxed more as I stared at my hard cock pointing down at my face. Right then it was if a camera clicked and my mind refocused on my wife doing herself back that night I took those pictures flashing by on the computer screen. Her legs were wide open. She was playing with herself as I was, both watching one another, watching my wife as we got one another off. I saw her hips hunching in that familiar sexy fashion as she slid two fingers in and out of her sex and her thumb rubbed furiously over her swollen clit. 

My mind drifted until the erotic fantasy had Ellen standing above me as we mutually masturbated.

I looked back in my memory to get a look at my wife working her clit on that bed or ours. I could remember all the moaning and squealing just before she came. What an amazing sight it was that night. What a beautiful sight it was again to see her in her pure sexual ecstasy. My beautiful girl was in the throes orgasm and her scent hung in the air. I swore she was right there with me on the floor. There was nothing else in the whole universe, just the sexy memories of my lovely Ellen and my throbbing cock. 

I saw it pointing right at my face. My one hand was on my thick shaft and the other caressed my hairy balls. I could feel my front teeth press down on my lower lip as I picked up the stroking pace. 

I was breathing faster.

That's when I felt the hands on my ass cheeks push again and my lips surrounded more than just the head of my pulsating cock. The hands pushed again and again, my cock thrust further into my mouth, bringing a low husky groan from somewhere inside me. I was devouring my incredibly hard man shaft, my mouth clamping around it with a greedy want to draw it in deeper. At the same time my mind wandered back to the joys of sexual exploration with Ellen. I so wanted to be with her right then, but I marveled how even after she was no longer with me how my passion for her had not wavered. Our many years of intimacy had yet to wane. I closed my eyes and brought my lips back to hers in my mind, trying to get lost once again in that most special of moments with her. 

My lips were actually sucking harder on my cock as I began wanking myself off, moaning aloud. I let the lewd vision of Ellen's oval-formed lips clasp around the thick glistening cockhead. So perfect in detail in my mind were those thoughts until interrupted by the sound of voices above me. 

They were unmistakably male voices grunting and calling out.

"Oh, yes!"

"Oh fuck yes!

"Shit, I'm gonna cum!"

My eyes reopened and my mind reeled as I understood what was really happening. We were all jacking off in the same room at the same time and someone was about to cum!

I was about to cum, too! 

"I may be drunk but I bet I can still cum a gallon!" One of them called out.

For a passing second I wondered how I'd ever be able to face these guys again. But raw lust had built in my body faster than I could control it and any thought of the consequences of what I was doing, what we were doing, was overwhelmed by pure pleasure. My upturned legs began to shake as my mouth closed around the end of my cock much tighter. The muscles of my neck and back strained desperately as I drew the orgasm from my body. Then the first shot came from my cock. I hit the back of my mouth and I flinched. It shot off again and again, as I sucked it all down as fast as I could until it was just too much to handle. I finally eased back and the last couple of spurting shots of hot cum splashed on my face and neck. 

I had only taken a couple more breaths, with cum dripping from my lips when I looked up into three pairs of eyes which showed their total surprise as to what I had just done. At first I was embarrassed, but when I didn't hear any laughing and to my great surprise instead I found all three with there own cocks in there manly hands stroking furiously away I began to feel a sense of almost pride at my accomplishment. They jerked themselves in near unison and I could hear moans of pleasure from all around me. In that silent moment, the trio of my best friends standing over me neared their own climaxes. 

As I swallowed the cum that was still in my mouth I heard one distinct husky gasp. "Oh damn! I'm cumming!" 

It was Tom and I watched as he jerked his cock faster until he started to buck his hips like he was doing his wife...or was he picturing doing mine? I looked up past my still somewhat hard cock pointing at my face to see him lean in over me. He grunted and the next thing I saw was his big hard cock thrusting above my head, his balls tight between his legs just below. He thrust and stroked and I watched in utter surprise as he pointed the head of his pole right down toward me. I strangely noticed his cockhead was crimson-flushed above his fist, gleaming with his spit. Then my eyes opened wide at the sight of the first blast coming from the end of that cock. It flew out and landed in a thin white stripe down across my lower stomach and back up my chest all the way to my chin. That was immediately followed by another intense shot that took direct aim at the underside of my own wilting cock and with forceful jet splattered all over it and my stomach.




Male Bonding Cum Laude (Lotta)



"Oh shit! I'm gonna cum, too!" Rich shouted.

"Damn, me too!" Joe hollered out even louder.

I looked up and saw Rich take a step closer to me and was immediately stunned when I saw his cock swell and out of that little hole at the tip shot the thickest, whitest cum I'd ever seen. With a splat, the long stream shot out landing on the back of my thigh and down across my chest. 

"Oh shit!" Joe yelled again and I turned my head in time to see him hunch his hips forward and awkwardly spread his feet further apart with his hand pumping up and down his rock hard cock with vigor. In a blink of my eye I watched the first rope of his cum arc up in the air, thick and white, then head straight for my face. I quickly shut my eyes only to feel it splash on my cheek and make a warm sticky path back down my chest and stomach.

Then I felt another big hot splat on my chest, then another on my cheek as I could feel and hear hot sticky cum squishing between three sets of fingers on three very hard cocks. When I reopened my eyes I watched the three of them cum again and again, their combined loads crisscrossing my naked body. In less than a minute I knew I was covered in their cum and could feel the thick globs running off my skin everywhere, off my forehead, face and butt. 

I remained doubled over, my legs still practically at my head as I watched each of the three guys finish pulling the last drops of cum out of their cocks and saw it run down their fingers until it dripped, splattering on my legs and arms. To say the least I'd never seen another guy cum in real life before and here in front of me three of them, all my best friends blew their loads...on me!

As we all came down from the mutually satisfying erotic high, the other three men stood around me in a circle seemingly amazed at what they had just witnessed. 

I certainly was more amazed than they were!

"That was fucking incredible," Rich said and then both he and Tom busted out laughing looking down at me. "I'm sorry," Rich said staggering back, "but that was just too hot."

"Hot? That was shit hot watching Dave suck himself off," Joe chimed in.

"Um, yeah, I just hope you're okay with what we did to you." Tom offered looking me up and down and making a face.

I looked down at myself and surveyed all the pools and streaks of cum covering my naked body. "Well, I guess I don't have much choice, it's a done deal," I said as I lowered my feet back to the carpet and ran my hand through some of the thicker ribbons of my buddy's cum. Then I licked my lips tasting my own cum again and smiled up at each of them. "Besides, I had one hell of a good cum myself."

There was silence for several seconds then like if on cue we all bellowed out in laughter. I felt the cum on me drool down more as I my body shook. And whether from laughing so hard or being drunk themselves, Rich and Joe both fell back naked on the couch almost tangled in arms and legs. That was a sight in itself! 

Tom, who still stood over my head almost doubled over laughing, and a couple more drops of his cum rained down from his limp manhood and splattered on my nose and cheek.

"Hey!" I hollered up. 

"Man! You ought to see your face, Dave," Rich said. 

"Yeah, Dave, I've not seen a better facial on a porn star." Joe added. 

All the guys started laughing that much harder. This time Tom staggered back and fell into the chair. In my amazement I managed to look up and smile as I lay there naked on my back with the cum of three friends all over my body. I took my hand and wiped it across the left side of my face and came away with the biggest smear of man-cum, mine and whoever else's. 

I lay there numb wondering how it had all happened. 

One minute I was drinking beer, sharing a few laughs with my best friends then we all got horny over my hot wife. But how the hell did I get to become a cum rag for my friends?

"You guys have made me your cum slut for the night. I hope you're happy." I busted out laughing again myself as I sat up slowly, feeing the soreness in my back as I continued wiping what I could from my cum smeared face. "Now somebody go get me another cold one."

"Hey, you deserve a case after that performance." Joe said as he got up and tried to step over Rich's legs. Instead he got tangled in them and practically fell forward flat on his face. Somehow Rich was coherent enough to catch him before he hit his head on the coffee table. 

"Uh, be right back with that, uh, beer." Joe said standing up tall and rendering what was supposed to be a salute I presumed as his limp manhood swayed back and forth on his way to the kitchen.

I finally managed to control my blubbering laughter and rolled over and got to my hands and knees. 

"Uh, should we get you a couple towels or something?" Rich asked between hearty guffaws.

"No, I'm just going to go take a shower," I chuckled in returning nervous embarrassment. But deeper inside I felt a strange but familiar tingle knowing what I, what we all had just done; them all over me.

"Well, here take this with you at least," Joe came back in and handed me another beer.

Lucky for me he had already opened it as with all the cum smeared on my hands I would have never been able to twist off the cap. I took a huge swallow and swished out mine and any other cum that had been remaining in my mouth.

"Okay, I'll see you all in a little while, after I'm presentable again," I turned and went back to my room. 

When I got to the bathroom, by the way I had the master bedroom luckily, I looked at myself and my cum smeared body in the mirror. I really did look like one of those facial cum queens, except the cum was all over my naked body.

I took a nice hot shower and almost fell asleep under the comforting spray. But when I did make it out of the shower stall I felt so tired I could hardly keep my eyes open. The excessive amount of beer in me didn't hurt the drowsiness one bit. As wasted as I was I didn't even bother getting under the covers. I crashed across the bed naked and immediately drifted off to sleep. 

Now I do snore and sometimes I even wake myself up I snore so loudly. I did just that that evening and when I opened my eyes I saw my wife, her smiling beautiful face inches above my hard manhood. As I watched she began making love to me, to it. I could feel her there with me. I could feel her mouth on me. I felt so wonderful. It felt so good. It felt so good I was close to cumming. I was just about to explode when... 

I awoke...really awoke this time.

I realized quickly I wasn't with my wife. 

But someone was certainly engulfing my manhood and I indeed I was about to climax. I looked down again and refocusing I found a salt and pepper haired head over my crotch. 

Damn! It was Joe! 

My hard cock wasn't being made love to by my Ellen, but it was in the hot mouth of my best friend. 

And damn if it didn't feel good! 

Looking again, instead of seeing my wife's mouth and small hand on me I found a larger, manly hand stroking my hard cock and man lips sucking away on it. I dreamily tried to focus on the face smiling back at me. Starring down intently it was an unbelievable sight to watch as my cock pushed past Joe's lips and disappeared into his hot mouth again and again. He went down on it further, down deeper and deeper until I felt my cock head hit the back of his mouth. He still had a ways to go to get my full seven and half inches in his mouth, but he had a lot of it in there as he pressed his lips tightly around my shaft. 

At that point I felt I was having trouble separating reality from what I was sure had to be an illusion or part of a drunken stupor. In my most vivid fantasy, I could never have imagined it could feel that good, not from a guy. My mind drifted between stronger and deeper waves of pleasure as I lay back, closed my eyes and enjoyed. I was in a strange state of emotions as I had a man doing something for me only two women in my life had ever done. I was surprised how quickly I got carried away by the illicit urges I felt. My wife was the greatest of lovers, but now all I could think of was this man's mouth, one of my very best friends, sucking down on my cock. I reveled in the delicious feelings spreading through my feverishly lust filled body.

I loved every minute of the blowjob he was giving me!

"Damn!" I exclaimed loudly when I felt his hot tongue work over me and he grabbed my balls to give them a squeeze. My hands clenched and unclenched in the sheets at my sides as he sent me rocketing to an orgasm I knew was not going to be long from coming. I stared down and totally concentrated on my fully hard cock sinking again and again into his eager mouth. The intense feeling was leaving me breathless. The level of incredible sensation was only surpassed by just a little with the shocking knowledge that it was Joe on my cock, not my wife, or even another woman. 

Again, I had never even slightly thought of or fantasized of a moment such as this.

Yet there we were!

Panting away I knew I couldn't handle it much longer. Throwing my head back I arched my back and let out a lusty groan. From deep in my body I felt the surge of my orgasm stir in my balls and felt my cock swell even further in Joe's mouth. My guttural groans turned into an extended constrained squeal as I felt the first of my hot cum gush into his waiting mouth. It was so intense my one hand released the bed covers and went for his head, my fingers tangling in his hair as he jerked his head up and down along the length of my wildly cumming cock. I kept expecting to hear Joe gag against the warm waves of thick cum I streamed continuously into his mouth, but instead he was moaning and sucking as if he was really enjoying it, his mouth still clasped firmly around the thick head of my exploding manhood until I had shot my last. 

I collapsed back on the bed and stared at the ceiling breathing hard.

It must have been a full five minutes or so later when Joe looked up at me strangely, opened his mouth as if to speak, stopped, then looked away before asking, "Can I ask you a really personal question?"

"Not sure how much more personal it can get than you sucking my cock like you just did, but go ahead, sure."

"Have you ever thought of yourself as bisexual?"

I stared down at Joe, at first angered at being asked such a question, but then realized I had no reason to be mad. "I guess if having just been sucked off by a guy after being married to a beautiful woman for over thirty years makes me bi then I guess I am. But honestly I'm not sure what we're going to think about all this in the morning when we are perfectly sober." I let me head fall back onto the pillow feeling the buzz of alcohol and post-orgasmic bliss still coursing through me. 

"Yeah, honestly I'm stunned, too. Not sure what came over me tonight." Joe sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I could see a smear of my cum run from his lips across his cheek. "With you cumming in my mouth that makes me something I've only been called in jest before, but I guess I actually am one now, a cocksucker. Funny thing is, I don't mind the taste of your, uh..."

"My cum?"

"Yeah your cum." Joe repeated and licked his lips. 

"You know, I never knew you caught me sucking myself off in college."

"Then I guess you didn't know I heard you get off many a night in your bed under the covers with your hand, too."

"What?"

"I'd lay there and listen to you get off. You were pretty hot doing that you know?"

"Why didn't you tell me you knew?"

"Don't you think that would have been weird, made things awkward between friends?"

"I guess, but you knew, I just didn't know you knew. That makes it real weird now."

"Kind of maybe, but honestly I got a little horny knowing what you were doing. Not that I ever planned to do anything about it with you. But sometimes I got so horny I'd jack off after you did some of those nights. Just like I'm so horny now, all I want to do is cum again." He rolled over and up popped his mighty hard-on. 

Part of me still yelled out that I ought to get up and run out of the room; but I couldn't. I felt paralyzed by the sight of Joes' hard cock staring up at me. Instead words came out of my mouth I couldn't believe, "Let me help make up for all those horny nights of yours long ago."

With that I crawled down the bed, and around his body, until I got my first real close-up look at a man's fully erect cock. There it was throbbing only inches from my face. He wasn't as big as me I thought to myself curiously, but with his shaft only maybe an inch from my nose it sure looked huge.

My memories of another time, times with my beautiful and sexy wife were suddenly fleeting as I stared at Joe's very much distended cock. It was so close to my face I could feel the heat radiating from it. I was literally fascinated by that hot, throbbing hunk of maleness in front of me. I could not resist the intense urge to feel that hard cock and I reached out to take it in my hand. 

It was only when I had him in my hand, that I realized this was real. His was the only other penis, other than my own, I had ever touched. His cock filled my hand and it felt very warm and the skin was so smooth. I stroked it for a moment and marveled at how hard it really was. 

This was easy, I could do this. What was I saying, I was doing it! 

I could hear Joe breathing heavy above me.

Now I had learned CPR years ago and with it I'd learned how to take a person's pulse on the side of his neck from his carotid artery. But with Joe's hard cock throbbing in my hand I found a new way to take a guy's pulse. I could feel it thumping strong and ever quickening. I ran my thumb up over his crown smearing his pre-cum all over it and looked at it in fascination. It seemed so huge, so swollen and almost purple in color at the tip. It felt so different than my own. My cock I knew very well, but even though he was circumcised too it was different. The crown was shaped different and the shaft had more visible veins running down it. 

The next thing I knew I was wanking him slowly and reveling in a whole new sensation. I worked him up and down until another generous pool of pre-cum emerged from the tip. I couldn't believe this was happening, but instead of my thumb this time I lowered my head, stuck out my tongue and pushed it all over his cock head this time. 

Joe yelped and jerked as he got the first feel of a man's tongue on his pecker and I got my first taste of another man's leaking moisture. 

It tasted rather salty actually, much saltier than my own.

Joe panted heavily and I looked up at my best friend watching his chest arch and heave. His head was back and his eyes were barely open. I worked my tongue all around the head, back onto the tip and all around the head again before stopping. I could hear Joe start to groan more than moan in rhythm with my tongue slowly swirling around his thick shaft. He really was as was hard as steel and so warm and smooth. 

It was an incredible sensation! 

I looked up at Joe again, maintaining eye contact this time as I ran my tongue down the underside of his shaft and then over and around his balls. I then traced my tongue back up his shaft until I reached his cockhead again, for some reason I paused and gave him the cheesiest grin, nothing seductive or lustful about it, just cheesy before I proceeded to press my lips down over the thick tip.

I didn't know exactly what to do next or how to do it, but some instinct in me took over. I could hear Joe start to breathe even heavier as I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the sensation of what I was doing. His cock felt wonderful in my mouth. In all my non-existent bi-curious fantasies, I had never imagined a cock would feel that good in my mouth. I had only been able to get the first inch or so of my own between my lips earlier, but here I nearly had Joe's entire length swallowed to where my lips were tickled by his pubes. 

I had no idea what I was doing right to elicit the response I was getting from my best friend, although I did start to remember one memorable night when Ellen gave me a fantastic blowjob. Blowjobs were rare with her so it was easy to remember the really good ones. I tried to use my tongue like she had and he seemed to enjoy it but it wasn't doing for him what I thought it should. So I decided I would do it the way I thought I'd like it done to me. I just sucked on him much like I had sucked myself earlier, hard but not too hard, and alternately sucked and licked the head all over. 

Damn, if it wasn't thoroughly arousing to give another man the kind of pleasure I'd given myself awhile before! 

I was so turned on by what I was doing I almost couldn't stand it, I was hard again! My cock pressed into the bed as I lay between Joe's thighs. I even had the distinct feeling I might cum without being touched by myself or anyone. 

The stimulation of giving head to another man was going to be enough to make me cum! 

A moan escaped from Joe causing me to return my full attention to his cock. His cock felt so amazing sliding in and out of my mouth as I bobbed on it with increased urgency. I was confident I was doing it right with all his moaning and the blissful look on his face as he watched me suck and lick him, slowly sliding down his shaft more and sucking him still harder, until my cheeks caved totally in on him.

"Oh, damn!" he moaned. "Stop! You're going to make me cum if you keep doing that." 

I smiled and stopped for just a second. "That's kind of the idea isn't?"

"I can't believe this is happening," he said. "I never thought I'd ever be doing this, let alone liking it. I can't believe I'm lying here with my cock in your mouth, in any guys' mouth. Damn!"

"You want me to make you cum?"

"Yes! Now! Please, I can't stand it."

I was happy to oblige and so I really went to work on him. I grasped his cock tight in my hand and started yanking on it. I got into a mutual rhythm with my hand and my mouth. 

Joe was continually moaning, with his head rocking from side to side, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I was barely aware he had put his hands on the back of my head, lightly, not forcefully as I sucked away and he started humping up into my mouth. 

"Oh, damn! I'm gonna squirt my jizz into your mouth!"

"Mmmm, mmmm," I groaned with my mouth tight around his cock. When I felt his cock begin to swell, I closed my eyes and dreamily thought again of the pictures of my wife doing this to me. I could feel him building to a climax, just like I had, feeling his cock grow even harder as I took him in full measure once again as Ellen had done me. 

Suddenly his long legs stiffened. His moans became groans and then with one extended grunt his cock shot forth its mighty load. Joe was cumming and it definitely was no dream! 

"Ohh, ahhh..." he grunted hard.

That first shot smacked against the back of my mouth and actually tickled rather than gagged me. It was an immediate and intense sensation. But as each jet of his cum shot to my throat I began to moan ever louder along with him. I was enjoying sucking off my best friend and swallowing down his cum! 

It was weird you know. You'd think after a life of jerking off all the time I'd have noticed how hot cum was from my own, but it's just not the same thing swallowing it. Joe's cum seemed so extra hot and more sticky as it hit my throat. He moaned and gasped as he came and kept cumming, his body tensing and quivering the whole time.

I sucked all I could get out of him as I humped my own hard-on into the bed sheets. 

Finally he collapsed back on the pillow, breathing hard. 

I continued to suck on him as if I needed every drop of his hot cum from his still somewhat erect cock stirring in my mouth. He was obviously perfectly content to remain lodged there for a few moments more after his orgasm, until I heard his breathing slow and then a soft sigh as he seemed to continue to enjoy my warm mouth.




Male Bonding Cum Laude (Lotta)



It had been too easy, all too easy! I had actually given a guy a blowjob!

I remained still, feeling perplexed and confused at what I had just done, but I also had a real sense of ecstatic pride for being part of another's man joy. I had had my inauguration into the world of male oral sex.

I felt the once hard and heavy shaft recede further, shrinking down having spent itself as it finally slipped from between my lips. When I looked up, Joe was staring up at the ceiling; his eyes wide, his mouth open still panting lightly. 

"Thank you," he said, finally looking me in the eye and then looking down at his wilting penis next to my cheek, "Thank you so very much, really. I, I don't know what else to say."

I lay there silent for a few seconds, just feeling Joe's warm body next to mine. Then I asked simply. "Did you really like it?"

"Oh yeah, that was one hell of a blowjob?"

"Seriously?"

"Yes, damn it was, it really was." He looked back in my eyes with nearly the same look I got from Ellen after I'd just given her a body-rocking climax and was dumb enough to ask the same question. 

"Hell, we've already jerked off together and you've sucked me off already..." I paused again. "You're not going to make this weirder now are you? I mean its one thing to jerk off in front of friends, but to get sucked off by you and then suck you off." I hesitated for another moment looking down at his limp manhood. "You really don't think this is weird?"

"Hell, no, that really was fantastic. I never could have imagined it being that good. Okay, I have to admit it was terribly weird at first when I started doing you, but you seemed to be enjoying it so much I guess I just gave myself over to it. Anyway that was something!"

My eyes averted from his. "Yeah, well, I have to admit part of me liked the feeling of you in my mouth, although I wasn't so sure when all that stuff of yours started spurting so fast. But feeling you moving so jerky like you did and hearing you groan, the whole while knowing I was the one doing that to you, made me feel good. I guess now I see how women can feel so good and powerful with our cocks in their mouths." 

"So are we just bi-curious guys then?" Joe asked looking at me with a sheepish grin. 

"We've traded blowjobs," I said, my voice getting a little ragged again, "so I'd say that takes us beyond curious and being bi at least once."

"Tell me about it," he said, leaning back on the bed. 

I reached for the beer on the nightstand I had brought in with me earlier and even though it was warm it helped wash the remnant of his cum from my mouth. As I leaned back over to put the empty bottle back on the table I heard the bedroom door open. There in the doorway were Rich and Tom staring down at Joe and I sprawled naked on my bed. 

Funny, I remember right then not being embarrassed for the first time that night, since I first realized we all had boners over my late wife's photos. I sat up like nothing was out of the ordinary, even though I was still hard, laying there on the bed naked with my best friend and his wet cock laying on his thigh. Wet because of me!

"Well, I guess we weren't the only horny drunk bastards, were we Tom?" Rich said to his buddy next to him.

"No, sure looks like these two horny bastards had fun, too," Tom chimed in.

"You guys too?" I said in a somewhat knowing tone of voice.

"Yeah we traded favors the way it looks like you two did." Rich reached over grabbed Tom's crotch.

"Oh yeah, we did do that." Tom reached over and grabbed Rich.

They both then tipped back their respective beer bottles as they groped one another.

What a sight that was! 

Even though I wasn't embarrassed in the least to be laying there naked with another boner, I was still nervous or maybe more confused. If these guys had just admitted to doing the same nasty thing with one another that Joe and I had and we all were still naked in front of one another, three of us with new erections, the two in the doorway getting a mutual jerk...what was next?

"So, stud boy Dave, what got you to sucking Joey boy's cock? Did he threaten to tell on you and your kinky performance for us earlier?" Rich asked still stroking Tom's risen manhood, then taking another slug of beer.

"Actually I did him first," Joe replied quickly. "Besides, who are we going to tell on him to? We're the ones with wives not him." With that Joe sat up and reached out for my arm. "Oh shit! Sorry, I didn't mean it that way Dave, really, I'm sorry."

My eyes did well up at the thought of my beautiful wife again. But looking into his eyes and seeing his seriousness, before looking down at his crotch and all the remnants of my spit in that bush of pubic hair, I started into a broad smile. "Remember guys, when we used to go to that porn theatre back in college, you know the one down on the far side of town." I got three knowing nods and grunts. "I remember this one porno had some really hot women in it that I used for some good jackoff material for weeks. But there was also one scene where while the two girls were going at it the two studs messed around. I remember at first feeling disgusted watching them jack one another off and then the one guy sucking off the other." I sat back against the headboard and looked down at my hard-on. "To this day I have that image in my head. Not that I ever really had fantasies about doing it or doing what we've been doing tonight, but it stuck with me."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Rich said and walked on into the room, or rather somewhat stumbled in toward the bed. "I remember that movie. I also remember the two guys down in the row in front of us sucking each other off. That stuck with me even more all these years."

"No way!" Tom exclaimed, himself staggering in, but he plopped on the bed, practically on my feet. "I never saw those guys. I remember the movie though. It was hot!"

"So, you two actually sucked one another's cock?" Joe asked of the couple that were both sitting on the end of the bed by then.

"So? Looks like you two shared in the same nasty deed. And shit, looks like you both are ready for another one already." He pointed between Joe's legs and then mine.

I looked over and indeed Joe was getting hard again.

Tom looked me in the eyes and said, "You liked it? You liked getting your hard cock sucked by your best friend?"

"I, uh, well, yes I did."

Tom got a pouting face and crawled up the bed over me. "But I thought I was your best friend."

"You're all my best friends," I stated shakily as Tom's naked body rubbed up over mine, his boner brushing against my calf.

Tom reached out and gave my hard cock a good tug, "You sure? I'm not so sure."

"Uh, yeah, uh, I'm sure." I watched as he tugged on me again.

"I'm still not sure," and with that Tom fell head first over my crotch his cheek grazing my hard cock. "I need to make sure." He raised his head, pulled my cock toward his mouth and swallowed down most of my length all at once.

The sensation and sight of that nearly sucked all the breath out of me!

As Tom sucked away on me and I tried to breathe again I watched Rich walk around the other side of the bed stroking his thick boner, looking at Joe the whole time. 

"I could really use another one of those, too, best friend."

"I must still be fucking drunk, but yeah, come here and give me that hard cock of yours," Joe replied. 

I watched Rich stand at the other side of the bed as Joe crawled up and put his face to the big man's revived pole. But my closet friend's warm masculine hands grabbed my balls and brought my focus back to my own pleasurable sensations. The next thing I knew I watched and felt Tom's moist lips and then tongue wander all over my cock. 

I got light-headed as my heart pounded so fast as I realized I was getting another blowjob, from a guy!

I could never in my wildest dreams have pictured the four of us manly men, best friends for years, doing the things we were doing on that bed together. Jacking off was one thing but mouthing one another's cocks! Shocked as I was, I couldn't pull away from Tom's hot mouth, which was opened wider to take more of me in as the room filled with incredible sucking sounds and soft manly moans. The very same men who I'd play ball with, showered with at the gym and talked crude stories about women with over the years had their hotly throbbing cocks buried in their buddy's mouth or sucking it. 

As Tom slid more of me into his mouth he wrapped that strong hand fully around my balls and gave me a good squeeze. I responded with a gut-felt groan. He wasn't as good as Joe, but he certainly was into it though and seemed literally hungry for my cock. He sucked me with increasing fervor, gagging every so often when he took my cock too deeply in his hot mouth. 

The noises in the bedroom increased in volume, the telltale moaning and groaning sounds indicated that Rich and I were rushing head long toward a mutual orgasm. 

It was possible! It was incredible! 

"Mmmmm!" Tom moaned around my cock as he took it in and out of his eager mouth to the cries of pleasure from me above him, mixing with the lewd sucking and wet licking sounds coming from the other side of the bed with Joe on Rich.

At that moment, the big man's deep booming voice grunted hoarsely and then shouted out, "Fuck! I'm cumming!"

I still couldn't believe it as I watched it. Rich thrust his hips up to Joe's face and it was obvious from the both of them he was shooting his hot white cum deep into his friend's hungrily sucking mouth. 

My mind swirled with the pleasure I was literally deriving just from watching the two of them while I had my hotly quivering cock in Tom's eager mouth. Suddenly I felt strangely jealous it wasn't me getting that mouth full of hot cum on the other side of the bed. But I didn't have to wait long for something more satisfying as I bellowed out, "I'm going to cum! Yes! You're going to make me cum, Tom!"

Tom pressed on grasping the lower half of my shaft and stroked as he sucked. Suddenly I felt it happening and clenched my butt as my thighs trembled and I reached my climax. Tom didn't relent or hesitate in his vigorous assault my hard cock.

"I'm cumming!" I shouted. "Oh yes! I'm..., oh yes, I'm...I'm cummmmming!" My words turned into unintelligible groans of madness as I felt my legs stiffen and I shot a load of white sticky cum to the back of Tom's mouth. He still didn't back off. Instead he bobbed his head faster and jacked me off as I let go of it all. He moaned as he swallowed or tried to swallow. It must have finally overwhelmed him as he took me out of his mouth and kept cumming, shooting all over the place. Some shot to his face, one jet of white cum landed in his hair and across his forehead before the rest oozed out over his fingers.

I finally laid back and took it all in, again...three of us in that bed, Tom and Joe licking cum off their lips and chins, Rich leaning back with his cock dangling and dripping cum and spit as he finished off his beer. 

I also saw that both Tom and Joe were still hard. 

I smile at them both. "I guess that means it's your guy's turn." I took a huge breath and moved off the bed to kneel down between a surprised Tom.

"What are you going to do?" 

I grabbed his mostly hard cock and gave it few strokes. "What's it look like I'm going to do?" I stroked him until he was fully hard and he leaned back on the pillows. I looked over at my other two friends and saw Joe stroking his rejuvenated manhood. "Rich I guess you have the honors with Joe now." 

"Don't mind if I do," Rich said stepping forward and knocking Joe's hand away, grabbing that hard pole for himself.

Tom's cock stood rigid and already throbbing in my hand. I wanted it so badly I leaned forward and took him straight away between my lips. I sighed as this second hard cock slid into my eager mouth. The first thing I noticed was that he seemed much warmer than I remembered Joe being. 

Tom thrust some as he tried to get his manhood all the way in. He tasted different than Joe, but I realized the taste of this man wasn't unpleasant either; in fact, it was pretty familiar by then. 

The wonderful taste of cock! I swirled my tongue around the almost rubbery swollen tip of his head. Tom heaved a huge sigh and pushed his hips forward slightly. I looked up and saw him smiling with satisfaction as he held my head when I began to bob slowly, sucking him in deeper with each of his small thrusts. I dropped down and ran my tongue across the tip of his cock. The taste of his pre-cum was less salty than Joes.

Enjoying the moans and groans I was eliciting I took real delight in licking him up and down. 

"Oh shit!" Tom yelled.

As I squeezed his shaft in my fist and pulled up I watched in near delight as a slow stream of glistening and gleaming pre-cum oozed out of the tip and started to trickle down his mighty crown and onto my fingers. I swallowed him again and in quick darts drove my mouth, lips and tongue up and down, again and again over his hot cock in a lust I didn't think I could have for another man's manhood. Only, I knew it was more that I was eager to take Tom over the edge and into a mind-blowing orgasm. One I would want if he was doing it to me. All that mattered at the moment was making Tom cum!

There I was filling my mouth with another friend's cock while my other friend did the same on his side of the bed. Rich was sucking Joe's cock like a madman, his cheeks huffing and puffing in and out as he took that cock I had had my mouth on earlier. 

Tom must have liked what I was doing as he was grunting and groaning still thrusting his hips into my mouth. I let him set the rhythm and just held my mouth over his crotch, letting him do me as he would do his wife's hot wet pussy. I tightened my lips around his cock and wasn't going to let him out until he was done. And all too soon I felt the tremble in Tom's body as one hand pushed my head down further on his cock and he braced himself against the headboard with the other. He let out a gritty moan that seemed to echo throughout the bedroom if not the whole beach house. He tensed and buried himself deep in my mouth, then released and came back down. After just a couple more strokes like that his cock got thicker and he shoved forward really hard letting loose with the first jet of hot cum that hit the back of my mouth. I swallowed it quickly and without hesitation, knowing that there was still more to come. 

I couldn't believe I had a second cock spurting off in my mouth!

I looked over into the dresser mirror across the room and saw my bulging cheeks eating and swallowing this man's hot sticky cum. I also looked up and saw the reflection of the glazed eyes of my friend as he thrust his hips with each of his last hot spurts as I continued sucking hard. It wasn't as much as Joe had given me so I was able to swallow it all without coming up for a big breath of air. 

When Tom's orgasm finally ended he lay back on the bed as if totally drained. His cock was still in my mouth but it had gone limp pretty quickly. I wrapped my hand around the base of his wilted manhood and squeezed the last remaining cum out that little hole. I put my sticky lips back to his tip and sucked that up before letting it go altogether.

"Wow! You actually swallowed it, all of it." Tom called down to me in a breathy drawl. "Rich spit it back out all over me."

I chuckled and looked over at Rich still sucking away on Joe, but the recipient of that hot mouthing seemed more ready to go to sleep than pop off again. Rich was working hard though on that cock and was grunting enough for the both of them. Watching them I was either still buzzed with alcohol or drunk on lust but I knew I wanted more cock. I walked around the bed and knelt down next to Rich who was still going to town on our friend. 

I rested my hand on Rich's shoulder and asked, "Mind if I help?"

Rich abruptly stopped, turned his head and looked up at me with the most conscious but glazed over eyes I'd ever seen. "Sure, let's do him together." He said licking his lips and scooting enough to the side so I could get closer. He offered me the hard wet cock.

I lowered my head to Joe's swollen tip, circling my tongue over it first, tasting what I presumed was Rich's saliva before recognizing the familiar extra salty taste of Joe's pre-cum. Rich gave him a good squeeze and up came a nice dollop more of that clear liquid out the tiny little hole. I stuck my tongue out and tasted pure Joe this time. 

Then without further hesitation I opened my mouth and put my lips to his mighty cock. Rich and I proceeded to share Joe's hard cock. Joe himself had his eyes half shut and he mumbled unintelligible sounds as we took turns sucking and slurping on him. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Tom smiling as he lay back on the bed half passed out. 

It had to have been a good five minutes more before, slowly, Joe's soft moaning and grunting turned to consistent groaning and I could feel his cock begin to swell between my lips. Rich rolled his balls in the palm of one hand and stroked the base of his shaft with the other. 

Joe's cockhead swelled suddenly and then he drawled on in an extended groan. "Uggghhhh!"

Next thing I knew his whole cock pulsed and he came. 

I pulled off him this time, wanting to see him shoot. The way I had his cock pointed he should have hit me square in the face with his first shot, but he had built up such a new round of tension, I suppose, the first thick rope when flying over my head. It ended up floating down into Rich's hair and across his forehead. The next volley did splatter on my cheek, but with the third Rich had pulled his cock toward him and he took a direct shoot between his open lips. 

Before Joe shot off again I was able to cover his crown with my mouth and he splashed that warm salty cum over my tongue. As I swallowed it he looked down at me, with a mortified look on his face, right before he started laughing.

"I'm sorry, oh damn, I'm sorry about your face," he said chuckling as the last of his cum leaked out across my tongue, "but damn that felt good."

"I'm good, don't worry." I said as I wiped a glob of his cum that rested just below my left eye. At first I was going to wipe it off on the bed, but looking at it and then him, I put my finger to my mouth, winked, and sucked it off. 

Joe sighed and then laid back, eyes closed and breathed calmly. In the next moment I heard Tom snoring away on the other side of the bed.

"Hell of a cum for a drunk man huh?" I said looking back at the big man who I'd helped accomplish the feat. When I did I saw someone was stroking another growing hard-on. 

Damn if this guy didn't have stamina! 

"Speaking of cumming, um, you're hard again."

"Uh, yeah," Rich said looking down at himself, "yep hard again and ready to get off one more time. So you want to suck my cock too? I'm the only best friend you haven't done yet."

I looked at our two friends both passed out on the bed then back over at Rich standing there with his naked cock jutting up immense and heavy from his groin. It was a mighty instrument of his obvious pleasure. I tussled with myself to keep from wanting to doze as I lay there while coming to grips with having already sucked off two of my friend's, one of them twice. I couldn't believe my mouth watered at the thought of how it would feel to explore forbidden lust with a third man.

"Why not," I hoarsely said staring right at his bobbing hard-on.

Rich cocked his head and smiled crookedly. "Are you sure you're not a real gay cocksucker after all? You sure as hell have gone way past being curiously bi about this shit."

"I suppose I left the curious stage behind a couple sucks ago," I readily admitted.

"Then go for it dude!" Rich thrust his hips up, his hard cock bouncing back onto his stomach. 




Male Bonding Cum Laude (Lotta)



In another strange moment I noticed his pubic bush was thicker than the other guys and how his balls hung down much further too. But after that fascinating glance I leaned in as he thrust his manhood toward my face. 

I readily accepted it.

I stroked his wet shaft slowly up and down as my lips eased down to that swollen head and I gently kissed it. Looking up at him, I placed my hands on his hips, and ran the tip of my tongue up the length of his shaft, teasing him just beneath the head with a few flicks. His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned. I licked his shaft again, pausing at the top once more. As our eyes kept contact I opened my mouth as wide as I could, lifted my head and held it over the top of his shaft. Tilting forward and downward I dropped my lips over his hard swollen cock. Ever so slowly I inched my open mouth over his thick swollen head. With my hand still wrapped around his shaft and the head of his cock just past the opening of my lips, I closed my mouth on the thick warm shaft. I could feel his cock sliding in and out between my lips, filling my mouth over and over with his pure maleness. 

This wasn't a dream, this was really happening. Inside my mouth Rich's cock felt even thicker than it had looked and felt in my hand. I held him deep inside my mouth for a moment, my lips gripping his cock as I looked back up to see his trembling lips. He gasped as I withdrew.

I repeated this three more times then pulled back an inch or so above his swollen cockhead for only a moment to take a breath while I continued stroking him with my hand. His cock was so shiny wet with my saliva and his pre-cum. I slid my hand up and down that really thick shaft admiring it's almost beauty. 

My hand slid up his slick shaft and wrapped tightly just under the crown as I squeezed out some of his clear pre-cum. I couldn't resist and stuck out my tongue, dipping into that little pool in that little eyehole. It was nice and salty, almost saltier than Joe's. I started a good stroke with my mouth poised over the top of his shaft again. Stroke after stroke I went up and down with my fist, at the same time my tongue flicked across smooth crown as I squeezed out more of his moisture.

"Oh fuck, you give a hell of a handjob!" Rich grunted out above me. His hips started to move in time with my stroking his big hot cock.

As much as I wanted to watch that massive boner slide through my hand, I more wanted him back in my mouth. So I stretched my mouth open again and took his beautiful cock back on a loving journey. When it was halfway in I closed my lips around it but continued to force it deeper still. I gagged slightly from the swelling head filling my mouth until his bushy, kinky pubes tickled my nose. I could feel the head of his cock bumping gently against the back of my mouth. 

His whole length was in my mouth! I could feel his cock twitch and throb as I held it there for a moment. 

Rich squirmed placing his hand on the back of my head and muttered, "Oh yeah, oh fuck yes. That feels good!"

It didn't take long to get into stride as I did for Joe and Tom and soon he was holding my head as I bobbed up and down.

"Geez that's good!"

I averted my eyes enough to see both the other guys were still out like a light. I knew I should have been right there with them I was so beat, but the weird excitement of having another hard cock in my mouth pushed the adrenaline through my system and I wanted to make Rich cum. I wanted to taste his cum, too! 

As I massaged his balls, I bobbed my head up and down and his groans assured me I was doing at least a decent job. I don't know how long I sucked him off but it was long enough for my jaw to hurt and my tongue to get sore. I was starting to wonder if he could get off another time especially having had so much to drink and having cum three times already that night. But then I head the groans and grunts and felt his cock pushing into my mouth of its own accord. 

"Damn! Whatever you're doing, don't stop. It feels fucking fantastic!"

I sucked as hard as I could in that position, my head up and neck contorted from the side of the bed. With one almost violent thrust he jammed his cockhead all the way to tonsils. 

"Fffuccckkk!" Rich bellowed his hands holding my head as he unleashed a full thick stream of cum right into my throat. I didn't even have to think about swallowing. It shot straight down on its own accord. Both his hands held my head tight as if he was afraid I'd pull away. As if I wanted to! 

Even though he had cum so much already he pumped out a good amount. His cum was much thicker than Joe's or Tom's and I thought sure I'd gag but somehow I managed to swallow most of it. Still with my mouth so stretched and tired I finally let a little of the white stuff flow back out and down his shaft into his slightly graying, curly pubes. 

I really felt more than a little proud this time as I knew I had done really well for a third man, a third man...four times sucking cock. 

I was a cocksucker! 

Rich looked at me with hazy eyes, "That had to be the best friggin' blowjob I've ever had." He shivered and took a big breath. "Just don't tell Jill I said that. In fact, don't tell Jill about any of this shit. Oh damn it!" He fell back onto the bed and slapped his hands down on either side of him with a loud thump.

I smiled; a rather proud and satisfied smile before I fell over between a passed out Rich and a long slumbering Joe. Tom was sound asleep on the very edge of the other side of the bed. I lay there in a total stupor, still not comprehending what had just taken place in the last few hours. But with three snoring naked men lying in the same bed with me, all three my best friends in the world, all I could muster was a huge sigh before finally passing out myself.

From that night on we all four kept our sexual dalliance a secret and never talked about it at least never when I was around. None of their wives ever suspected a thing as far as I know either. Admittedly, things for me had changed after the death of my wife, but I'd never seriously considered having sex with another man before or after that weekend. 

I can't say if it will not ever happen again, but I too much like what a woman's pussy can do for my cock and what I love doing to it, so I'm not eager to jump in and become gay or even all that bisexual.

Again, you never know...



Male Brazilian Waxing



It all started with Brazilian Sisters who brought the Brazilian Wax to New York City a decade or two ago. First it was just women getting waxed 'down there', but soon guys started doing it. I had my first Brazilian wax last year and it left me a new man. Some call it the 'nudest nudist nude', making my male parts all that more visible. I know it doesn't change anything in size, but in perception, I like the new me.

This story is about one particular waxing experience...a fantasy.

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It was difficult at first to find a person who would do the Brazilian wax on men. I finally found one place, but it was expensive and far from my home.

Eventually I found Debbie who did Brazilian waxing for women and men at a salon not far from my work. I would go there once a month and Debbie would do her magic. She was about 35, pretty, a working-woman. Waxers perform a service and they are professionals. 

The first time I went to Debbie, I was a little nervous...you have to strip naked to get this done. Some people leave their shirt on but Debbie said to make myself comfortable, "keep your shirt on or not, up to you." were her instructions. That first time I kept a T-shirt on, but after that I went completely naked. In the corner of the waxing room was a coat rack where you undress and hang your clothes. Debbie was always in the room preparing the wax. Then you hop up on the table.

Obviously, the waxer handles you in a very personal way to get the job done. About a half-hour later you're completely without hair hairless! Brazilians are a little painful? Does that imply the person or the procedure? Brazilians are a little painful at first.

Each time I go went to Debbie; I sported a half-erection at the start. Heck, you're naked and some woman is handling your private parts. It's just natural and I understand understood that erections happened often. But my erection usually goes disappeared away as the ripping of hair begins began. Debbie never bats an eye and we talked about her dogs, the weather, or local events as she works worked.

This all worked out well until Debbie asked if next time appointment, if she could bring in students from the local cosmetology school to watch how a 'male Brazilian' was done. Just one or two students, maybe they could practice a little...

"Sure, not a problem, next month, no worries.," I mumbled. Next month came around soon enough and I was regretting saying 'yes.'

As I walked into the spa, Debbie and three 20-something women--her students, met me! Gulp! They were all pretty-young women. One was a blond and the other two were brunettes. Names were introduced which I instantly forgot in my nervous state.

"Are you still OK with my students getting some hands on training?" asked Debbie.

'Yes I said, still fine with me..." but thought to myself that I hope I don't embarrass myself as we walked into the waxing room.

Then we walked into the waxing room, Debbie and the women started to prepare the wax and strips.

Standing in the corner for a moment, I considered what I was to do. Then I simply turned to face the corner and disrobed completely. And this time it wasn't a half, but a full on erection. 'Think George Bush, Think George Bush' was my mantra hoping that thinking of the antics of our President would certainly kill of my erection. But it didn't work.

Big breath, turn around, eyes down, walk to table...

Then I heard it: A Giggle!

Looking up, I saw two of the girls looking at me, actually their eyes were locked on my erection and they were giggling...Jeez!

Debbie looked up and realized what was going on and said, "Ladies, this happens often and you'll have to get used to this if your you are going to give guys a Brazilian wax."

"Brad, hop up onto the table and we'll get started." directed Debbie. So I did.

Debbie's ceiling is painted in a starry night motif and as I looked up I tried to concentrate on the ceiling, but as Debbie applied the first bit of hot wax to my skin my attention returned to my situation.

'How did I get here I asked myself? A full-on erection, with four women looking at my privates?' The situation was stirring something deep inside my soul.

Debbie did several swipes of the wax and I was thinking that this would all be right soon. First Debbie waxed my scrotum and balls. To do this she instructs instructed me to grab my balls in various ways to pull the skin tight so the wax can could be applied and the hair ripped off.

Debbie was describing to the students in detail how to do each step. to the students.

"Have him pull up here with the right hand and pull tight here with the left hand."

Having the students see me pulling and touching myself I have to admit was getting my mind racing. I was even feeling a little slight of breath, excited. The scrotum is the touchiest part of the whole procedure so and I'm always glad when this is finished. Then she asked me:, "Brad, I'm going to let the students give a try, if it is all right with you?"

"OK" was all I could muster. I gazed up at the stars, trying to imagine the depth of the cosmos.

The usual banter between Debbie and I was replaced this whole session by her instructions to the students. This made it much more graphic than I had ever experienced. In the past Debbie and I chatted, now I was alone with my thoughts as she instructed the students.

"OK Lisa," said Debbie. "You're up first. Let's start by waxing above his penis and along the shaft here. You'll have to move that out of the way." 

Next I felt a cold pair of hands grabbing my erection and lifting it up and out of the way, so that she could get at the hair growing above the penis. Hot wax...then ripppp.

"Ouch," I jumped.

"You OK there Brad?" Debbie asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"OK you put on a little too much wax there Lisa, let's try that again with that patch of hair here."

Moving herself around, all of the sudden I felt Lisa 'stroke' my erection by mistake. She was holding my manhood while she got into position and I'm sure she didn't know what she had done. But it got my attention. 'Think George Bush, George Bush, Cheney, Cheney..."

Soon I was half waxed.

"Let Jill do the other side." said Debbie.

Next Jill, the blond, stepped up and gently lifting my erection, applied the wax and much gentler, ripped out the hair. Jill was much softer at this and two or three swipes of wax and I was bare up top. I lifted my head to see what had been accomplished and saw four women bending over, intently looking at my genitals. And to my horror, there was a string of pre-cum dripping out of the head of my penis.

'My God, I thought!' I'm sure my whole body turned red. And to top it off, I was getting more excited!

At this point, I was now without hair on my scrotum and on the skin above my genitals, but that still left the hair on my penis itself and the area between my legs and butt. In a Brazilian, all that comes off.

A towel was applied to the pre-cum and I didn't look, but I'm sure it was Debbie wiping me clean as she next said:, "Let's move to the underside and will do the shaft at the end."

"Could she guess that my excitement was growing and that I was in the danger zone of cumming?"

This next part of the procedure involves spreading your legs wide, then pulling your knees up to your head, whatever to get at the hair. This is very exposing as you can imagine!

"OK Brad, can you grab your left knee and swing your whole leg out to the left.?"

I could just imagine how this looked to the women, balls hanging out, an erection. I did as I was told.

Then the last woman, Maureen tried her hand at the waxing. Debbie was giving directions and I was told to hold myself (my balls!) in a certain way to get them out of the way. A couple swipes of wax and I was bare down there.

"OK Brad, now pull your knee toward your head," instructed Debbie.

This exposed my butt crack and also spreads the cheeks. I know this because Debbie said, "OK this part is delicate, you want to get all the way down there, but you do not want any wax on the anus."

'So technical!' I thought.

It always make made me jump when I have the wax was applied there and I jumped when Maureen applied the wax, then ripped. This doesn't hurt at all down there.

"Lisa, your turn," said Debbie.

"OK Brad, left leg down, pull your right leg up toward your head," instructed Maureen.

I looked over to see this pretty woman getting right down to work on my butt, while three other women peered as well. 'This is crazy I thought,' ' "George Bush, George Bush...'"

When Lisa applied the wax, I knew right away she had put gotten wax on my anus.

'Shit' I thought to myself as a hot sting touched my hole, then "rippppppp."

I must have jumped a foot and screamed, but the next thing I knew there were eight hands holding my naked body down on the table. 

"It's OK Brad, just a little pain for a second, it will be OK," said Debbie. Then to the women, "That's what happens to men or women when you get wax down too deep in there." "I'll clean this up."

Then Debbie took two more little swipes of wax off. "Brad you might be a little sore there, but you'll live."

The good thing about this--if you call it a good thing--was the pain in my ass, helped to subside my erection. I was back to half mast!

' "I can get through this!'" I said to myself. Then Debbie said, "This final part of getting the hair off the penis isn't as delicate as the scrotum, and it actually helps if the guy has an erection as this makes the skin tighter."

Murmurs came from the students. 

This was all it took as my erection quickly grew back to full mast. I could feel my erection inching up toward my stomach. I can just imagine their view: 1,2,3, erect!

"Well there we go, this should be easier now," was all Debbie had to say.

Each student took a turn of applying wax to my erect penis and stripping the hair off.

I swear that Lisa took another 'stroke' on my erection just to tease me. Getting handled by differing pairs of hands is was an experience but soon all the hair was off.

The final part is adding a little oil or something to help the healing. I looked up to see Jill rubbing the oil onto my balls, then between my legs, down the crack, and onto my penis.

"Careful there Jill so that we don't have an accident!" said Debbie.

"He looks ready to explode!" said Maureen with a giggle. I could see Debbie blush. They all blushed. I blushed!

"OK, Brad, take a look." I sat up for the first time to see their results.

"Nicely done ladies! Thank you!" I said.

It was such a rush to see four smiling faces; eyes focused on their waxed man, heads nodding in agreement to this statement. "Only a little bit of pain, but looks great, thanks again!" I said again.

All the women left the room and I hopped off the table and climbed into my clothes. Going out to pay for my service, Debbie and the women were standing by the reception desk.

Debbie said, "No charge Brad, it was a learning experience for us all."

We all finished with a smile!

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Thanks for reading my story. 

Comments welcomed!

Thanks, Brad



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Here is my second story. Thank you to all who gave me feedback on the first story! I hope this one is better. And, please, I love the feedback!

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The freight elevator seemed to be taking forever. Not that Alex was really in that much of a hurry. After all, he wasn't going anywhere for Thanksgiving. Home was too far away and he just couldn't to go home for Christmas and Thanksgiving. No, after work, all Alex had to look forward to was an empty dorm. His roommates and most of his friends that lived in the dorm had already left for their respective homes earlier in the day. But he didn't mind. Alex was actually looking forward to having the room all to himself. He liked his roommate quite a bit, but having a roommate meant having to be considerate of the other person. Little things that he did not have to worry about when he had his own room in high school became part of his normal routine. He kept his side of the room tidy. He emptied the wastebasket when it got full. He made sure not to plug in his earphones when he wanted to listen to music. And of course, he and his roommate relied on the rubber band system for the ladies. Whenever he or his roommate wanted to have sex in the room, they would leave a rubber band on the doorknob to let the other one know to not come in the room until they got a text message. 

Truthfully, neither roommate actually had to use the rubber band much. There were a few random hookups here and there, but nothing more than a blowjob. And again, Alex didn't mind. It was his first year in college and he was having lots of fun. Not having a steady girlfriend meant not getting any action on a regular basis but classes and his social life kept him pretty busy. Alex was indeed enjoying college life.

The only problem that Alex had with college life and not having a steady girlfriend was that he couldn't keep himself satisfied as often as he liked. Having a roommate, while lots of fun meant that he just couldn't jerk off whenever he wanted to. It was the polite thing to do, and he knew that he didn't want his roommate jerking off in his room while he was there. There was many a night when Alex would take an extra shower at night to stroke his cock in the privacy of their shared bathroom, which because they shared the bathroom with another set of roommates, was not often as Alex wanted. Perhaps he would take advantage of his roommates absence this weekend to get some quality jerk off sessions in. That sounded nice. Maybe he'd rent some pornos and spend the weekend making up for lost time. All he had to do was finish off this last mail run and he'd be free for rest of the Thanksgiving holiday.

Alex had gotten the mailroom as part of his work-study financial aid. The job didn't pay that well, but he liked his job all right. All he had to do was sort the incoming mail and then make a couple of mail runs a day to deliver mail to the various departments at the university. It was pretty mindless work and he was thankful that he didn't get assigned to cafeteria duty to help pay his way through college. "Seriously," he thought to himself, "why is the freakin freight elevator taking so long to get here on the Wednesday afternoon before Thanksgiving break?"

"Ding!" The elevator had finally arrived and the metal doors slid open. Alex pushed his cart inside. He had an extra long mail run today as many of his co-workers were gone. He figured that since he was going to be stuck on campus, that he'd make the most of it by taking extra mail runs. He could use the extra money to pay for his plane ticket home for Christmas break.

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Professor Vanessa Diaz went through the latest draft of an research article that she was going to submit to a journal. As the newest junior professor of the accounting department faculty, she knew that she needed to publish as much as she could during her first few years. As the old academia adage goes, "publish or perish." Fresh out of grad school, Vanessa really wanted to make an impression on her colleagues. It was hard enough being a first year professor, but being a female in a male dominated discipline made it doubly hard for her. Several of her colleagues were older men who held outdated beliefs about gender and did not take her seriously. She was a bit resentful as she had to deal with this in grad school as well. But she was determined to show that she was a serious scholar and was working extremely hard to start her academic career on the right foot. 

She did not necessarily mind because she knew that once she got tenure the workload would lighten considerably, and then she would not have to spend her holidays cooped up in her office. Maybe then, when she had secured her career with tenure would she be able to have time to find a man and have a normal relationship. But that would have to wait. The Journal of the American Accounting Association did not care that she wasn't getting laid and she wanted to get the revisions of her article done so that her colleagues could review them when they got back from break, and then she could send off her submission and enjoy her Christmas holiday.

But she had been at it all day. She could literally feel the life being sucked out of her by the glow of her computer screen. Her eyes were getting extremely tired, and she decided to take a break and checked her email. There were some department announcements from the chair of the department, an email from a colleague at another university with whom she was working on another article, some spam, and at the bottom, she perked up as she saw an email from an old college friend. Bob and her had a great romance in college. He was a sociology major and they were a great couple. There was even a time when they had even talked about getting married. But like many college romances, when graduation came, they both had been accepted to different graduate schools and after attempting a long distance relationship for a few months, they both decided that they should move on with their lives. Their relationship was still good though and she considered herself lucky that they were still good friends.

She clicked on the email. It was just a standard catch up email. Bob wanted to say hi and wish her a happy Thanksgiving. He updated her on her life and included pictures of his son who was now 5. "Man, that kid is cute," she thought as she flipped through the pictures on her computer. There was one of the kid in his pee-wee football uniform, another one of him with his grandparents, and another one of the kid in the his Halloween costume. The last picture caught her a little off guard however. It was a picture of Bob and his son at the beach. They were building a sandcastle and they both looked so cute playing together. But that's not what caught her eye. Bob had his shirt off in the picture, it looked like Bob had kept himself in fairly good shape. "Still a hottie," she thought, and let her mind drift to her college days. 

Sex with Bob was great. She thought back to when they were both young and inexperienced, and how they spent a lot of time exploring each others' bodies, and how they had both turned each other into pretty good lovers. Sex with Bob was passionate, playful, and energetic. They were both each other's first long term sexual relationship and both wanted to explore their sexuality. Bob was pretty open minded and was just as eager to find out all the wonderful nuances of sex. 

She thought back to one particular day. It was their junior year and they had just gotten back from taking a biology exam that they had spent the whole previous night studying for. They were both exhausted from the all nighter but they were ecstatic to finally get the test over with. Walking back to the dorm, they were both ready to crash. They had talked about celebrating with some fucking, but she was so tired that she just wanted to go back to her apartment and get some sleep. Bob surely needed some sleep too, and he would sleep at her place and when they woke up, she was sure that they'd fuck each other's brains out. But Bob had other ideas.

Bob told her that he needed to get a book from the library and that he needed to just make a quick pit stop before heading to bed. Too tired to even think, she said to him, "Bob, I'm so tired. I really just want to get to bed. I'm going to go on ahead. I'll leave the door open, and you can let yourself in. I'm sure I'll be asleep by the time you get there." As soon as she said, a wicked image flashed in her head. She pictured herself on her bed, naked and on her hands and knees. Bob would get to her place, open up her bedroom door, see her nice tight little butt sticking out towards him. He's take off his pants, and rub his cock until it got hard. She'd be all ready for him by rubbing her pussy and getting it nice and wet until he got there. He'd jump on the bed and stick his cock in and then he'd fuck her nice and good until he came and then they'd fall in a pile on top of each other and then fall asleep together, letting the combined exhaustion from the lack of sleep and the great fuck that they'd just had take over. She'd wake up and feel his sticky cum dripping out of her pussy, and then while Bob was still asleep, she'd wake him up by sucking on his cock, and when he was hard, they'd fuck again and then pass out again.

It was a delightful little scenario for her and she was proud of herself of thinking up of it so quick, and a satisfied smile flashed across her face. This feeling of satisfaction and anticipation was soon rudely interrupted by Bob. "Come on baby, it'll just take a second. I'll just get the book, check it out, and we can go home and crash." She began to protest, but Bob was getting whiny. "Come on Vanessa, we've been up for over twenty hours now, you can wait a couple more minutes." She sighed with resignation. "He's right, maybe I am too tired to have good sex right now," she thought to herself. She would just have to save her little scenario for another exam.

They walked into the library and started to walk to the elevators. All of the sociology books were on the fourth floor of the library. Bob, however, grabbed her hand and said, "Come on, the book is on the second floor. Let's just take the stairs." Vanessa's mood turned from tired and horny to tired and annoyed. "I'm exhausted, the elevator's right there," she complained. But Bob, only got whinier. "Come on, you shouldn't take the elevator for one set of stairs, it pisses other people off." She couldn't stand it when Bob was whiny, so she just gave in. "If he keeps this act up, maybe Bob wasn't going to get hot sex from her tonight," she thought to herself. She had made up her mind right there, he was going to pay for his bitchy whiny behavior. 

Vanessa leaned back in her chair, and her hands idly moved up and down her legs as she thought about how pissed off at Bob she was that day. She threw her head back and laughed out loud in her office as she remembered just how wrong she was about Bob that day. 

"I don't know why we just can't take the elevator once. You know how tired I am. If you were a good boyfriend, you would have just let me go home," She figured that she would beat Bob at his own game and see how much he liked whining. She continued, "It's not like I want to take the elevator to the second floor every time. It's just that this is a special circumstan...." As she started up the stairs, Bob cut her off, by pulling her hand away from the stairs and to the little bit of floor next to the stairwell. "What the hell is your prob..." She was cut off again, but this time by Bob pushing her against the wall, holding her hands against the wall above her head, and pressing his lips against hers. He kissed her hard, snaking his tongue in and around her mouth. "What are you doing?" she asked, out of breath.

What Vanessa didn't know is that Bob had seen that little satisfied smile on her face before and recognized it as what she found out later Bob had termed her "horny smile". He knew that she was cooking up some sexual shenanigans for him when he got home. And while that thought was nice, it only filled him with lust and desire. Bob couldn't wait to get home, he wanted Vanessa now. They had talked about having sex in a public place, but before both of them just considered it fantasy talk. But Bob delirious from the lack of sleep, and horny from seeing Vanessa's horny smile, decided to seize the opportunity that had presented itself to him. "I have to have you now, baby." he said quickly.

Hearing those words got Vanessa's heart pumping a little faster and she kissed him back. However, at the same time, she was nervous. They were in the stairwell of the library! Anyone could catch them at any time. Vanessa and Bob had been very good about trying new things sexually, but up to this point, all the craziest thing that they had done is tie each other up and blindfold each other. This was completely different. They could get caught! What if they got arrested? What if they got kicked out of school. This was definitely the riskiest thing that they had tried so far. And while it made her nervous and scared, she couldn't deny that it was turning her on as well. "Baby, I'm totally hot for you, but are you sure, we could get in trouble."

Bob responded by reaching up her shirt, under her bra and giving her nipple a good tweak. With his other hand, he cupped her pussy under her skirt and gave her pussy a few good rubs, sending little jolts of pleasure. She couldn't believe it. Bob and her enjoyed good caveman sex as much as the next couple, but this is the roughest that Bob had ever been. This only added to her excitement. He looked Vanessa in the eye and whispered, "Do you want me to stop?" Returning his gaze, she saw the look of lust in his eyes, and she could feel her pussy moisten instantly. "No," she said, and she kissed him again.

After that kiss, Bob squatted down, moving his hands along her side until they rested at her knees. He brought them up under her skirt and up her thighs. When they got to her crotch, he just pulled her panties aside and dove in with his tongue.

Vanessa's pussy was just starting to get wet, and while Bob usually loved going down on his girlfriend, this time, eating her out only served one purpose, to get her pussy wet enough to take on his raging hard on. He laid his tongue flat against her lips and moved it up and down, letting his saliva coat her outer lips. He stiffened his tongue and buried it deep in her pussy. Vanessa's hand moved down to his head and she ran his fingers through his hair as the sensations took over. 

She then heard a door open. It was faint enough where she could tell that it was from at least the sixth floor of the library. She then heard the sound of footsteps walking down the stairs, "Clunk, Clunk, Clunk." She momentarily stopped moving her hands through Bob's hair and listened intently. With the echo, it was impossible for Bob not to hear. But that did not deter him from his task of readying Vanessa's pussy for fucking. Surely, she thought, Bob would stop and they could get out of there if the people came all the way down to the first floor, but part of her liked not knowing what would happen. This amplified her pleasure even more. Bob's tongue was being rough and hard on her pussy, but it was working, she was getting very wet. 

She then heard the sound of another door open and close, a little closer to her, and then the footsteps stops. "Phew," she thought to herself. The person had only used the stairs to go down a couple of floors and they were alone again. Relieved but a little disappointed that the thrill of getting caught was gone, she resumed concentrating on Bob's eager tongue.

At this point, Bob stuck a finger in her pussy, and while it made Vanessa whimper, he soon took it out. He was only checking to see if she was wet enough to be fucked. Content that there was enough lubrication for a good fuck, he cleared his throat and spit out one more glob of slimy spit to provide the last bit of lubrication needed. He smeared it all over her pussy with his fingers and then got up. 

Quickly, he unzipped his pants and whipped out his cock which was way past erect. He bent his knees slightly to line up his penis with Vanessa's pussy, kissed her hard on the lips and began to fuck Vanessa. After a few slow strokes, he could tell that there was ample lubrication in her pussy to fuck like he wanted to, like a wild animal. Without missing a beat, he began to pump in and out of her pussy as fast as he could. Vanessa wanted to scream in pleasure but knew she couldn't, for fear of alerting people to their presence. Instead she pushed her face into Bob's neck and let out a few soft groans. Bob was perfectly silent, concentrating solely on the task at hand. 

While it felt good, Bob was a little bit taller than Vanessa so fucking her like this against the wall was a bit awkward. His knees and thighs began to burn a little from having to squat slightly to fuck Vanessa. He wanted to be deeper inside of her. So he reached his hands around her waist and cupped her buttocks.

Vanessa instinctively knew what to do, as Bob's strong arms lifter her feet off the ground. She wrapped her legs around her lovers waist and relished the feeling of his throbbing cock going in even deeper into her warm pussy. Braced against the wall, Bob really began to thrust even harder into her. To keep herself from screaming, she lurched her head towards Bob and stuck her tongue down his throat. Bob kissed her back passionately, not letting up with his quick hard thrusts. They were both surprised at Bob's energy despite the fact that they were both exhausted, but did not question it as they enjoyed each other's bodies.

Vanessa leaned in to kiss Bob again, but the momentum of her motion forced her back off of the wall and soon, she and Bob were standing freely, fucking like animals. She wrapped her legs even more tightly around Bob's waist and was able to get a little leverage against his body and began to push her pussy up and down on Bob's cock. Without the support of the wall, Bob felt himself losing his grip on Vanessa's weight. To get a better grip, he hoisted Vanessa all the way up almost out of his cock, quickly moved his left arm under her ass, and his right hand to her back to support her. The motion of the cock sliding all the way back out and then all the way back in was too much for Vanessa. Her pussy began to convulse and she experienced a sweet almost dizzying orgasm. With the new support of Bob's arms under her and on her back, she could thrash freely about while Bob's support eased the weight she was supporting on her legs and made going up and down even easier.

Bob was not far behind and his balls began to quiver and to prevent both of them from screaming, he buried his head in her neck as he squirted his hot load up into her contracting pussy. As he began to come down from his euphoria, he slowly leaned Vanessa back onto the wall and Vanessa dropped her legs to the ground. They were both exhausted and they both leaned their weight against the wall. Just then, they heard a door open again. This time, they could tell that the door was from the second floor door just above them. Bob quickly zipped up his pants. Vanessa did not even bother putting her panties in place and they were still pulled to the side as they quickly left the library. Squeezing her hand and looking at her lovingly, they both laughed as he said, "I'll get the books later. Let's go to your place and get some sleep."

Vanessa smiled as she looked at Bob's picture on the computer screen. She remembered how they went home and then promptly slept for six hours, only to wake up at about 9:00 PM where they proceeded to fuck again and then immediately fall asleep again. "Those were the days," she thought to herself as she reminisced about her and Bob's other sexual escapades. Since she had started grad school, she was not able to maintain any semblance of a steady lovelife. Sure she dated a few people here and there and even had a few one night stands, but she missed the days where she and Bob made love for hours without having to care about anything but getting to class on time. She resolved right there to finish her article and then take some time for herself and maybe find someone to have some great sex with...heck, who knows, maybe Bob would be available. There was nothing in his email about his wife, so maybe, just maybe....




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Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a sharp rap on her office door. Jarred, she quickly realized that she was idly playing with her pussy. She brought her hands up from her dampening pussy and back to her keyboard and said, "Come in!" It was the Dean of the School of Accounting.

"Hey Vanessa, I'm headed out now. You're the last one here, so could you please remember to hit the lights and set the alarm before you go?"

"Sure thing Dean Roberts. Have a good Thanksgiving."

"You too Vanessa. Don't work too hard, OK?"

"Don't worry, I won't," she said with a small laugh. "Tell Mrs. Roberts hello and you don't eat too much turkey!" It was a lame joke, and she knew it, but she was hoping that the courtesy laughter would distract the dean from her skirt which was still hiked up from her finger play moments before.

He replied with a hearty laugh, "I'll tell Mrs. Roberts you said Hi and I will eat as much turkey as I want!" At sixty years old, he loved any attention or hint of flirting from any females, and was ready to quit while he was ahead. And with that, he turned around and left. Vanessa sat perfectly still for what seemed an eternity, until she heard the door click behind the dean. Letting out a sigh of relief, she thought to herself, "Wow, that was close." She collected herself and put her skirt back in place and realized that she needed to get back to work if she wanted to get out of the office before seven. She realized that she was still a bit flush and warm from her little trip to fantasy land and decided that she needed to get some water from the water cooler in the copy room. But before she got up, she lifted her finger to her nose and took a quick sniff. The smell of her pussy filled her nostrils and gave her a quick chill. She smiled and thought to herself that she needed to work hard to get out of there so she could get home and fuck her horny self silly with one of her vibrators.

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Alex approached the accounting office doors. "Finally," he thought. The accounting department was the biggest academic unit at the university and consequently always had the most mail. For this reason, this was the last stop on his mail run as he had to go back to the mailroom to get the two mail carts full of mail to deliver. After he finished this, he was home free and could finally get home for some food. He remembered his plan and mapped out in his head the route from the subway stop, to the DVD store to pick up the pornos, then to the burrito stand to get dinner, and then finally back to the dorm. Alex stopped the carts in front of the doors and walked towards them to hold them open while he would shuffle the carts in. However, the door opened and Dean Roberts walked out and held the door for him.

"Last mail run I hope, Alex." Dean Roberts said to the young man.

"Uh huh," Alex replied. "Then the four day weekend!" He pushed the carts through the door, and added, "Thank you sir."

"No problem. Have a good Thanksgiving Alex, and I'll see you in class on Monday."

"OK. You have a good Thanksgiving too." Alex cheerily said, as the dean left and raised his hand waving to him while walking away.

Alex walked to the copy room where the mailboxes were located, mail carts in tow. He pushed them in and began the tedious task of putting the mail in the appropriate mailboxes. Brochures from textbook companies, journals, interoffice memos, just the typical run of the mill mail you would expect at a university. He then reached a shiny magazine that stood out among the reused brown interoffice envelopes with names crossed out and reinscribed with new ones. He picked up the magazine and saw that it was the latest issue of Playboy and on the address label read "Dean John Roberts". He smiled and laughed. He remembered some other mail room employees who had been there for a while telling him how it was a tradition for the president of the accounting club to buy a subscription to Playboy for the dean as a joke. Every month, they would deliver the magazine, and every time, the next day, the magazine would be back in the outgoing mail with "Return to Sender" scrawled all over some blond's 34 Double Ds. At first, the dean had asked the mailroom several times not to deliver the magazine as it was embarrassing when other faculty saw it sitting in his mailbox, but over time, the Dean got the joke and almost enjoyed sending the magazine back.

Alex looked at the cover of a voluptuous brunette staring back at him. He looked around to see if anyone was there and decided, "What the hell...like I'm not going to look!" He thumbed through the magazine looking at each pictorial intently, admiring the lovely women laying naked on the pages. He found himself getting mildly aroused, and began thinking about his plan for the weekend. This really got him excited as he got to the playmate pictorial and saw a lithe Asian woman with perky tits playing with a water hose. "That's such a stupid picture," he thought to himself. "As if that's what hot chicks do when they're naked. They go out to the lawn and play with the water hose." But as he flipped to the next page, he found himself enjoying the pictorial even more and he realized that his breathing had become shallow. He cock has stiffened and he realized that he was really turned on. He briefly thought about just taking the magazine home and masturbating to it that night. But he couldn't take the risk of getting caught with it on Monday. But he flipped another page and this time, the woman was draped across a lawn chair with her legs slightly apart so that you could see the tip of her pussy lips. Alex really wanted to get off to this woman. So he looked around one last time, and thought, "Well, there's no one here, so really, what the hell?"

He placed the magazine on the counter in front of the mailboxes and unfolded the centerfold. He then unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock which was surprisingly hard. He looked at the tiny wisp of hair right above her pussy lips and began pumping his fist around his cock. "God that feels good...God I would fuck this chick!...Oh yeah, I'd bend her over and fuck her good!"

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Vanessa walked toward the copy room where the water cooler was located. She heard some shuffling and wondered who else was still here. She knew that the cleaning crew wouldn't be in until the weekend, and figured it just must be another faculty member working late like her. She turned the corner and saw an unfamiliar figure standing next to the mailboxes. She slowly peeked her head around and saw that his arms were moving. It took her a few seconds but she pieced together the scenario when she saw the mail carts. She then realized that the mail boy was masturbating! Disgusted and furious, she yelled, "What the hell are you doing?"

Startled, Alex instinctively whipped himself around. In his bewilderment, he had forgotten to let go of his dick, so he turned around and faced Vanessa with his cock in his hand. He began to stammer, "I-I-I c-c-c-an explain...it doesn't look like what it looks like."

"Like hell it doesn't. You're jerking off in the accounting office. This is completely inappropriate and unacceptable! Who is your supervisor?" As she said the words, her eyes wandered over Alex's body and caught her first look at his cock. As she was screaming, she realized that his cock was still fairly hard, and it actually reminded her of Bob's cock. It was about the same length, about six inches, but it was thick. It curved a bit to the left and it was uncut. She felt a shiver as the whole library scenario flashed through her head instantaneously.

Alex was frozen with fear. He began to profusely apologize to this obviously angry woman. He was going to get fired. Maybe even expelled for this. But then inexplicably, he saw a strange smile flash across the woman's face. It seemed like a typical smile, but there was something a little off about it. It was just a tiny bit mischievous, but inviting at the same time. He was a little thrown by the smile, but continue to apologize. "I am so sorry Professor Diaz, I didn't see you there. I thought everyone had already gone home. I didn't realize you were here. Oh God, please don't tell the dean, Please...".

By this time, Vanessa had already finished her sinister plan in her head and was ready to execute it. "What's your name?!" she snapped.

"Alex," he timidly replied. He felt like he was in grade school again, getting chewed out by one of his teachers. Except he was getting chewed out while he was holding his cock! "I'm in your Intro to Accounting class."

"Hmmm, oh yes, you sit in the back don't you?" Alex nodded in reply. "Listen Alex, this is just about as wrong as you can get. Not only should you get fired from your job, but you should get expelled for this." Her eyes narrowed, and the tone of her voice then changed. "Look at you with your dick in your hand out in public like this. I can't believe you thought that this was a good idea. Yes, Alex, is it? This is was a poor decision on your part. But luckily for you I'm in a giving mood." She walked towards him, her posture and her gaze, confident...even domineering. Alex could do nothing but feel his body tense up as she got right in her face.

She then said softly, "This can go two ways. If you play your cards right, you can leave here with your job and an automatic A for the class. If you don't play them right, I'll make sure that you get kicked out of school so far, that you'll never take another accounting class at any school in America. Do you understand?" Paralyzed by fear, Alex could only muster a slight nod. She saw the nod and saw that Alex would do anything she wanted him to. "Good," she said, "I'm horny." Her hand reached down and replaced his hand over his cock. She was disappointed to find that it had softened a bit and was not in shape to penetrate her now throbbing pussy. "Hmmm, what's the matter Alex? Doesn't this situation turn you on, like it does me?"

Immediately, Vanessa dropped to her knees and took Alex's cock in her mouth in one swift motion. She relished the feeling of his semi-hard member sliding back into her throat as she reached up and tickled his testicles. She felt his cock growing bigger and harder in her mouth as she bobbed her head back and forth. Her other hand reached down between her legs and pulled her panties to the side. She stuck two fingers inside her damp pussy. But she was not wanting to pleasure herself. No, Vanessa was checking to make sure that her pussy was wet enough to take in Alex's now rock solid 6 inch cock.

Alex was panting and woozy. He couldn't quite comprehend what was going on. His feelings waffled back and forth between fear and pleasure. He had gotten blowjobs before, but this felt nothing like those other ones. No this was one from someone who knew what she was doing. As he felt her tongue slide on the underside of his penis, he groaned and let the more experienced woman show him what sex could be like. He could feel balls begin to shiver and felt his orgasm coming.

Vanessa pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy a couple of times and decided that even though she probably needed to be a little wetter that she didn't want to wait. She flashed back to that afternoon in the library with Bob and remembered how he had gotten her pussy ready. She cleared her throat, and let fly with a glob of spit. It landed square on the head of his penis and she went to smear it across the length of his penis with her lips. Just then, Alex and his inexperienced penis could take no more and his cock spasmed and let fly with his first stream of cum.

It caught Vanessa by surprise and the first stream splashed across her lips, some landing on her cheek and some more dripping onto the floor below. "Dammit," she thought to herself, "freakin' kids can't hold their loads." But then some cum dripped into her mouth and hit her tongue. The taste raced from her tongue to her brain, and then instinct took over and she moved quickly to cover his exploding cock with her mouth. She wanted to taste every last drop. She would figure out later how we would get her off, but right now, she wanted to make sure to properly drain his balls of his come. She moved her head even faster when she heard Alex groaning in ecstasy. More come splashed in her throat and she did her best to catch all of it in her mouth. But it just kept coming, spurt after spurt of sticky cum filled her mouth, and she had no choice but to swallow what was in her mouth to be able to accommodate the still spewing cock in her mouth. She remembered when her and Bob first started having sex and remembered the copious amounts of cum that he would ejaculate across her body and her face, and relaxed her throat and let all of Alex's cum slide down her throat into her belly.

Alex was still in his post-orgasmic haze when Vanessa lightly slapped him across the face. "So young man, no stamina at all," she said. "Now how is coming after three minutes supposed to make up for getting caught jerking off in our mailroom?" Alex, still bewildered by the surreal scene going on around him, smiled sheepishly and meekly shrugged his shoulders. She continues, "No, this won't do at all. You're gonna need to make me come, if you don't want me to call the police right now." She looked around the room for a place to sit. But pretty much every surface was covered with various office supplies. She looked over at the copy machine, but the feed tray did not provide a suitably flat surface for her to sit on while he ate her out, like she wanted. A light bulb then lit up in her brain and she walked over to the copier and lifted up the feed tray to reveal the flat glass surface of the copy area. She hoisted herself up on the machine and lifted up her skirt. She pulled her panties to the side, and then pointed her finger at Alex. "You, come here right now. You're going to have to get me off if you want to continue your education here."

Alex walked over, and stood in front of her and stared at her pussy. He could see the neat landing strip of pubic hair above her glistening pussy. He was transfixed. He had had a few sexual experiences, but he had never seen a neatly manicured pussy like this except in his porno magazines and movies. Once again, Alex was rudely shaken from his trance, but the sharp voice of Vanessa. "Don't just stand there and stare at it. You get down there and use your tongue and your fingers to get me off."

Alex obediently bent over until his mouth was hovering over her wet pussy. He could smell her sex and the odor made his mouth water. Tired of waiting, Vanessa grabbed his head and shoved it roughly into her awaiting snatch. At first his nose hit her pussy lips and sent a jolt of pleasure through her. She was wet, but she wanted to get wetter. She repositioned his head so that his mouth was over her pussy. "Start eating," she said. Alex had eaten out a few girls before, but it never really amounted to anything as it was always just prelude to fucking. He could tell from the sound of her voice that she wanted satisfaction. So he stuck his tongue out and began to swirl it around her pussy lips. This elicited a low moan from Vanessa. It felt good, but she was in no mood for foreplay. She grabbed his head again and moved his tongue up to her clit. "Get some fingers in there and suck on my clit while you do it. And you better tell me the second your dick gets hard enough to fuck me with."

Alex needed no more prodding and sucked her clit into his mouth. He brought up his left hand to her pussy and tentatively stuck his middle finger inside of her. "Sssss," Vanessa hissed. "That's it, fuck me with your fingers just like that. Get it nice and ready so that you can fuck it right with your cock. No wait, I want two fingers now!"

Vanessa slammed her hand down on the copy machine as Alex's fingers hit her G Spot. "Uhhhhhhhh," moaned Vanessa, surprising herself with the almost primal noises that were coming out of her. Alex's tongue clumsily moved over the hood of Vanessa's clit. His inexperience was showing, but what he lacked in seasoning, he made up for in enthusiasm. He was a willing student and Vanessa was happy to show hiim exactly how to hit all of the right buttons in her pussy. Yes, Vanessa was going to turn this young boy into a man. When she was done with him he was going to be able to make women come just by looking at them. 

Alex really couldn't even appreciate what was happening to him. His mind was completely fixated on her clit. Every stroke of his tongue seemed to make her moan, so he figured he must be doing something right. His cock throbbed and even began to hurt a little as it dangled between his legs, but he did not notice. Making this woman feel good was all that he had on his mind. 

She moved her hands to his head and positioned his tongue right above her clit. She figured that Alex must've picked up on her moaning and was concentrating on her clit. However, Vanessa wanted to hold off on her clitoral orgasm, and wanted to be able to concentrate on the new sensations of Alex's fingers buried deep in her snatch. She gave him curt instructions, "Slow down with your tongue...that's it...now curl your fingers inside of me, like you are calling me over with your fing.....uhhhhhhhhh, oh god, yes, that's it." Vanessa slammed her hand on the copier again, sending the machine whirring as yet another piece of paper shot out of the machine. Her body tensed up as Alex continued massaging her G spot with is middle and index finger. And despite Vanessa's admonitions, the tongue still moved at a frantic pace. Feeling her breath quickening, she grabbed his head and shoved it deeper into her pussy. 

This only quickened Alex's ministrations with his tongue. He loved this feeling. Making a woman moan in ecstasy with his fingers and tongue. It was a new feeling. Before he had just concentrated on his own pleasure, but he was discovering a new pleasure of giving to a woman who wanted him. And he loved it.

Without any warning to Alex, Vanessa's pussy tightened around his fingers. "I'm cuuuuuummmminggg," moaned Vanessa as her orgasm washed over her. Little jets of pussy juice coated his fingers as Vanessa's thighs squeezed his head. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, "Yessssss! Ohhhhhhhh God Yessssssss!" she screamed. After her orgasm had subsided, she leaned forward and pulled Alex up and kissed him hard. Her tongue snaked in and delighted as she caught the taste of her own pussy juices and it only made her hornier. She pushed him away, and without taking any more time to recover she asked him curtly, "Is your dick hard yet?" Alex looked down and saw that his cock was at full attention once again. He was so lost in making her come that he didn't even notice that his cock was throbbing once again. However, the copier was a little too high for him to fuck her there. He was about to help her off the copier, but Vanessa's legs were still rubbery from her last orgasm and she didn't want to move. She looked around and saw a footstool used to reach the top mailboxes.

"Go get that stool. That should be enough to get your dick inside my pussy," she barked at Alex. Without a word, he grabbed the stool and placed it in front of the copy machine. He got up, and while it was hard for him to balance on the small stool, he was able to get his dick at the entrance of her pussy. Vanessa leaned back on her arms and spread her legs as wide as she could. "Now fuck me young stud. Give your professor a nice fucking like she needs."

Alex needed no further encouragement and put his hands on the glass next to Vanessa's and plunged his cock deep inside of her. They both moaned in unison. Alex's inexperience showed as he began to hump Vanessa hard and fast right away. But this was actually not a problem because this is what Vanessa wanted: A hot young stud plowing away at her dripping wet pussy. Her pussy was still tender from her orgasm moments ago, but it only made her pussy more sensitive. She feeling of Alex's cock pumping into her and hitting right at her G spot was almost too much for Alex and she was afraid she might pass out.




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Alex's cock meanwhile was still a little numb from the blowjob that he had received only minutes ago, so he was able to last a lot longer than the last time. They both loved every minute of it, and Vanessa said while she was being fucked, "That's right. Bet you didn't think you were going to fuck your accounting professor before Thanksgiving did you now. Come on now, keep fucking me hard like that. That's what I want. Fuck your professor good now." The words were like music to Alex's ears, heightening his pleasure. He could feel Vanessa's pussy squeeze his cock with every thrust. But this was still not enough for Vanessa.

"Come on, faster. Maybe this will help," said Vanessa. She unbuttoned her blouse while she was being fucked and between her mini-orgasms, she was able to undo the clasp on the front of her bra freeing her supple breasts. Alex looked down and was in complete ecstasy at the sight of his professor's full tits. His pumping got even faster and he could feel his orgasm building, yet again. He could feel the fabric of her panties rubbing the side of his cock as he slammed into her again and again. Vanessa slammed her hand down on the machine once again and screamed amidst her own powerful orgasm, "Give me that fucking cum. I want your cum all over me."

That pushed Alex over the edge and he drove his cock deep inside of Vanessa and released his cum inside of her. Vanessa could feel the first stream fill her pussy. But this is not what she wanted. She reached between her legs and pulled Alex's cock out of her swollen pussy. The next jet splashed across her pelvis as she jacked it off. Another couple of spurts across her stomach, and Vanessa's eyes widened with delight. She used to loved seeing the cum come out of Bob's cock and reveled in the sight of this young stud unloading his cum over her body. She was amazed at how much came out. Even after his first orgasm, he still managed to cover her stomach and her tits with his cum. The last spurt was extra hard and managed to hit her chin, and she had one last mini-orgasm as she felt the cum slide down her chin and then off of it onto her waiting tits.

She grabbed him and pulled him close in for a kiss and could feel the cum being smeared into her body. She pushed him off and started to collect the cum from her body with her hand. After getting all of it, she brought the hand to her mouth and began licking the cum off of it. Bob used to love watching Vanessa do this, so she figured that she would do it one more time as a tribute to her former lover.

When she was done, she looked up at Alex who still had a bewildered look on his face. She smiled, and said, "Well done. I think that we can keep this little incident between us, OK?" A smile of relief spread across Alex's face, and he finally was able to get some intelligible words out, "Thank you Professor Diaz."

"I'd get into as much trouble as you would if this got out, so I hope I can count on you to keep this quiet. Tell you what, if you keep quiet, maybe you can come over to my house and I can tutor you in accounting...and fucking. What do you say?"

"Yes, I'd like that."

As Vanessa was buttoning up her blouse, she casually asked, "So do you live in the city?" She just assumed that since he was still on campus that he must commute. "Um, actually, I'm from Texas."

"So what are you doing for Thanksgiving?"

"Uh..honestly, I was just going to go back to the dorms and uh...study this weekend." Alex then saw another smile flash across Vanessa's face. The same one that he had seen just before she began making her advances. Vanessa then said, "That won't do at all. You can't spend Thanksgiving by yourself. Why don't you come over to my place and we can get started on that, ummm, tutoring tomorrow." She then wrote her address down on a post it, and then stuffed it into his shirt pocket. "You better get out of here now."

Alex zipped up his pants, collected his mail carts and began pushing them out of the mail room. "Umm, OK, I guess I'll see you tomorrow." With that Alex, rushed out of there, not wanting to give his professor the chance to change her mind. As he pulled the door to the accounting office closed behind him, he replayed the incident in his head over and over again. He then decided that he probably didn't couldn't afford to rent those pornos anyway and got in the freight elevator.

Vanessa pulled her panties back into place, while running the events in her mind again. She knew it was wrong and worried slightly that this would lead to trouble. But deep down, she knew that she didn't care. She wanted a fuck buddy, a younger fuck buddy and now she had one. She looked around the mail room and noticed that there were some copies in the output tray of the copy machine. She picked them up and saw that she had inadvertently pressed the copy button whenever she slammed her hands down on the copier. The first was a copy of her spread legs and the bottom of Alex's chin between them. The second one was of his dick penetrating her pussy. She looked over at the glass and saw that some of Alex's come had gotten onto the glass. She smiled, and pressed the "copy" button one more time, and took her last souvenir of the evening. She wiped up the cum from the glass with her hand and brought her hand to her face. She took a deep whiff and let the slightly bleachy smell of Alex's cum take her away one last time. "Slurp!" and with that, all the evidence of their tryst in the mailroom had been eliminated.

She walked back into her office and began to collect her things. "I can just finish this at home." She sat down to turn off her computer and as the screen flicked back on from the screensaver, she saw Bob's buff body staring back at her. She winked at the screen and silently mouthed "Thanks Bob," at the screen and clicked off her computer.

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Dean Roberts walked into the mailroom. He had remembered halfway home that he had forgotten to get the newest journal with his article in it before he left. He wanted to show it off to his family at Thanksgiving. He walked in, and saw the Playboy magazine on the counter and shook his head while laughing to himself. He grabbed a Sharpie and wrote "Return to Sender" on the cover and dropped it back into the outgoing mail bin. "I really should tell those boys in the mailroom to just keep these," he thought to himself. He then noticed that the room smelled like...he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "No way," he thought as he entertained the idea that he was smelling sex. He then remembered the office manager mentioning something about a new kind of toner for the copy machine. That must be it, he thought and noticed that the copier was still on. He pressed the power button, switched off the light, and left to enjoy his Thanksgiving holiday. 



Massage Therapy



 Copyright 2009 by Marcia R. Hooper

This story is dedicated to Jim.

Matt sat at the edge of the mattress when I returned to the bedroom, his right leg folded beneath him, his hands clasping his knee, worry furrowing his brow.

"We need to talk, sweetie," he said.

"I know," I replied tiredly. Rubbing my forehead, I closed the bedroom door and made sure it was locked. The girls were in bed, but they could just as easily be awake as asleep and I didn't want either barging in on our conversation. Sex I wasn't worried about; no way was I having sex tonight.

Matt said: "Tell me what's wrong."

"You tell me what's wrong." Lately I had begun to feel alone in the marriage. Half the time I fell to sleep alone at night, and who knew what he did downstairs in his office. I suspected it had to do with pornography; I prayed it didn't involve another women. He'd been acting distant and preoccupied ever since September and since his time away from home was mostly accounted for, the Internet was all I could think of. 

I thought, not for the first time: What if he's got an on-line girlfriend? 

I asked him outright if there was somebody else.

"Are you kidding me?" he said. 

Despite sounding surprised, his eyes momentarily cut away. The guilt portion of his reaction was enough to confirm my suspicions of a girlfriend; but it was also slight enough to indicate that it hadn't yet reached a dangerous level of intimacy. He was talking to someone on-line, I thought. Well, so was I, and I could live with that. 

"I'm feeling more than a little neglected lately," I said, with just a hint of a smile.

He smiled back, sheepishly. "I admit, I've been pretty stressed out from work. This downturn business has got everyone walking on eggshells. And," he added, blushing slightly, "maybe I've been spending a little too much time on the Internet."

My grin widened a bit. My own activities on the Internet had broadened significantly in the past few months, so I knew how addictive pecking those little keys could be. It was not a subject I wanted to pursue. 

"We're okay with the girls, though?" he inquired.

I said yes, even though I still felt a bit rancorous over the business. Matt was twelve years older than I, and previously married, so I had to acknowledge that Family Number Two needed to coexist with Family Number One. I only wished Matt would get his head straight about which family was which. 

Come on, I thought sourly. Half that mess was simply your feelings being hurt because you're jealous of his easy relationship with his kids. It clouds your judgment sometimes and you need to acknowledge that.

Okay, I agreed. I'll work on it.

Good girl.

He stood up and walked over to me, limping slightly from his right leg having gone to sleep. 

"Don't start," I warned him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You're tense. I know you have a headache. A massage would do you wonders, sweetie,"

"You just want a piece of ass," I countered wryly. 

He grinned and tried to capture my shoulders with his hands but I shrugged past him and headed for the bathroom.

"I don't feel like it," I said. 

"You need it," he disagreed. "A massage, not sex."

I pushed open the bathroom door and turned on the light. I tried to close the door but he stood in the doorway and refused to move.

"Matt!" I complained.

"I've seen you go to the bathroom before," he said grinning.

"I have to go Number Two," I lied, feeling my face flush.

His grin widened. "I've seen you do that also," he reminded me.

Now my face really reddened. "No!" I said sternly, pushing him back into the bedroom. "Not tonight!"

Before he could recover I closed the door and pushed in the lock. Alone, there was no stopping my grin. I had to admit that I certainly needed a massage. I also needed to admit that yes, I could see a massage leading to some very good sex. Matt was randy tonight and his playfulness had put a match to the fuse leading to my powder keg. It had been a while. It had been even longer since we'd really gone at it hot and heavy. I wondered if I had hot and heavy in me tonight.

Un-belting my robe, I dropped my pajama bottoms and panties to my knees, reached behind me to feel for the seat before I sat down. I lowered it, saving myself an cold explosion of white porcelain and/or cold water on my poor fanny. 

Men, I thought darkly. How many times had I asked him to lower that toilet seat?

I went pee, and then realized I had a Number Two coming after all. It's departure told me that Matthew, should he get lucky tonight, would find a completely empty rectum to plunge himself into, no enema required. The twittiness of it made me all squirmy inside.

God, I am hot, I thought. 

I wiped, flushed the toilet and pulled up my pajama bottom and panties again, washed my hands and dried them, wondering all the while whether I could hide this sudden overpowering desire to be thoroughly fucked. My underarms itched and so did the inside of my vagina. This was bad. This was very, very bad.

He knocked on the door. "You all right, sweetie?"

"Go away."

I heard him go nowhere, and opening the door I found him leaning against the jam.

"Okay," I admitted with a sigh. "I'd like a massage."

He grinned widely. 

"Just a massage," I warned, keeping my arms folded over my chest. "I'm seriously not feeling like it tonight, Matthew."

His grin moderated to more of a sad smile. "Whatever you want, my love. I want only what you want."

"Liar," I said good-naturedly.

He lead me over to the bed and waited behind me as I unbelted my robe. Slipping it back over my shoulders, I let him remove the robe and lay it over the chair-back. 

"Lay down across the bed," he directed.

Climbing onto the bed, I lay down with my head at the far edge with my hands crossed beneath my cheek and the tips of my toes hanging off the other end. I was surprised (and a little disappointed?) that he hadn't suggested I take off my clothes. Maybe he really did just want to please me tonight. If so, I could live with that.

He started as always at my neck and after brutalizing it and making me squirm like a tickled teenager, he worked out across my shoulders and from there down onto my biceps. Already I was feeling sleepy and I listened to his soft patter of "This will help" "This will make you feel good" "Feel how tight these muscles are?" and "You feel like a coiled spring ready to explode." I found myself barely able to grunt back answers.

"I love you," I murmured.

"I love you too, Marci," he said softly.

"Call me by my name," I asked.

"I just did," he replied, his fingers digging into my shoulders again.

"I know. I love it when you say my name."

"You are so kookie," he said. He leaned down, moved my hair aside and kissed the back of my neck

"Nummmm," I protested, shivering and squirming away from him. "Stop that!" The slow-burning flame had leapt three feet farther up my fuse. My nipples hardened and vaginal juices wet my panties. My bottom involuntarily clenched in anticipation of what it expected might come later. I was fast losing the battle of feigning indifference to sex.

Returning to my neck, he slowly worked his way down to my shoulder blades and from there to the sides of my ribcage. Though I was pushed out on the sides, he took great care not to touch the sides of my breasts. It was maddening, but I dared not tell him to do otherwise.

"You're beginning to loosen up," he said.

"I feel like melting wax," I replied gratefully.

"Hmm," he said, kneeling back.

I lifted my head. "What are you doing?"

"Thinking about what you just said."

Getting off the bed--

"Hey!" I protested.

--he went to his dresser and opening the top drawer, dug around and came up with a plastic box, which he opened. Inside was a Bic lighter, I knew, and flicking it to life, he went around the room and lit half-a dozen candles.

"I know what you're doing," I said accusingly.

He grinned like a Cheshire cat, but said nothing.

"Don't you turn off those lights," I said warningly.

He turned off the lights.

"Matthew!"

"Oh, relax," he said, laughing softly. "It doesn't mean I'm going to rape you."

"I know what it means," I protesting. 'You think you're gonna--"

He knelt down beside me and placed his hands at the bottom of my ribcage where they had been before.

"You're not getting any," I grumbled.

"I'm not expecting any," he replied.

"Liar."

For the next five minutes he concentrated on my lower back and the bottom of my ribcage, then he shuttled backwards on the mattress in order to switch his concentration to my thighs and calves. Again, he took pains to stay clear of my private parts. It was so maddening. Did he really intend not to fuck me tonight? My subconscious began teasing me with frustration

And then he put hands on my backside.

"Matthew!" I warned.

Marci! What are you doing?

He removed his hands and put them on his thighs. 

Look what you just did, my mind screamed. You asshole!

I lay still, and waited until he put his hands back on my bottom again. I clenched and he began to knead with his strong hands and suddenly my rear end was coming off the bed of its own accord, exactly as a cat's will do when rubbed. 

I groaned. "Don't, Matthew, please." 

At the same time I spoke my rear end continued to rise and Matthew released my buttocks and clasped the waistband of my pajama bottoms at either hip and pulled them down to my knees. I shifted one knee at a time and he removed them completely, letting them drop to the floor. Then his hands had the hem of my pajama top and he worked that up my chest and over my head and along my outstretched arms and, through me barely opened eyes I watched it fall to the floor.

"I like you naked," he said, stroking down my back to my raised rear end.

I shuddered violently. 

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked softly.

"Oh God, yes," I moaned helplessly, shuddering violently again. 

His hand slid down the curve of my buttocks to my labia and I immediately forced my legs outward to allow him access. 

"Fuck me!" I begged. 

"Patience," he said softly.

With his middle finger, he traced the line of my cleft and let the tip slide into my wetness. I sucked breath as the finger entered me and found the dome of my cervix deep inside.

"Oh, Matthew," I moaned gutturally. "Do me. Do me now. Please!"

"Patience," he advised, making me pay for my earlier foolishness. "Patience is a virtue, my dear."

I lay there with my bottom upraised, hands clenching the edge of the mattress either side of my chin. Maddeningly, I had to pee again but the thought of rising from that bed for any reason was ludicrous. I panted furtively, afraid to give away the true desperateness of my situation. 

"Matthew," I croaked.

His finger inside me was joined by another, and then suddenly the middle finger of his left hand was sliding down the crack of my ass toward my defenseless anus and I could do nothing about it.

"Don't!" I pleaded, gasping as the fingertip began to trace the ridges of my clenched hole in maddening little circles. 

"Matthew, don't!" I pleaded and then sucked in breath again as the fingertip penetrated and slid into my waiting depths. Soon the entire finger took up residence and began to explore me wonderingly.

"Oh, God, Matthew!" I moaned. "Would you please!"

Without speaking, he removed his hands from my buttocks and took up position behind me. He raised my rear end to the appropriate height and with an expert hand, slipped the head of his cock into my sopping wet vagina. I gasped as all eight inches of him entered and stretch my canal to its maximum limit.

"No wait!" I cried out in pain.

He held still.

"Oh, God, Matthew," I moaned as one, then a second finger made its way into my aching rectum. "I want you so badly. Fuck me! Fuck me please!"

His erection began to run in and out or me, the entire length except for the head first vacating, and then ramming back into place, the speed and tempo increasing as I began to finger my clitoris feverishly.

"Oh, God, Matthew!" I choked, shuddering and gulping in air. I wanted it up my ass, was desperate for it up my ass, but his presence in my throbbing vagina was just too incredibly overwhelming. I settled for his energetic fingers up my anus instead.

How I made it five minutes I don't know. Suddenly I was slammed by orgasm and then Matt was out of my vagina and plunging into my rear end and I simply lost my mind and grabbed his hands and crushed them in a death grip as I slammed my backside back against his thrusts and yanked him forward to meet me. In moments Matt erupted like a volcano and bit down on the edge of the comforter to keep from screaming hysterically. I lasted five seconds more experiencing his flood of semen and then I was flipped around with his cock in my mouth, sucking him, eating him, gnawing at him, swallowing the last of his precious ejaculations straight down my throat. And then it was over.



Twenty minutes later. Matt holding me, spooned in together, his cock still up my rectum.

"You still awake, dear?"

"Mmmm," I said dreamily. 

"You're smiling," he said. 

"Of course, I'm smiling," I said back. "Look who's inside me?"

He raised his head and looked curiously around the room. "Who?" he asked.

"You silly!" I said, squeezing his arms to my chest. I could feel his erection deep inside me and clenched it lovingly. 

"Want to it again?" he asked.

"What a silly question."

This time, the lovemaking was slow and easy and satisfying. I took him the first ten minutes up my rear end, then at the edge of the mattress with my legs pressed back against my chest, obediently counting the number of times he fucked me.

"One hundred," I said, giggling. After a while I said, "Two hundred."

He removed himself and out it back up my rear end.

"Be careful," I advised. "I'm pretty sore right now." Sore didn't stop me from counting to five hundred, however, and then taking him in my mouth.

"Do you like it when I do this?" I asked, licking him gently up and down his shaft.

He was shuddering, his knees barely able to keep him erect. "Oh, yes," was the best he could manage, and that in a croak.

Slowly, gently, carefully, I sucked each of his testicles into my mouth and fondled them with my tongue.

"You like this?" I asked.

He only grunted.

Putting me back on the bed, he climbed atop me and allowed me the joy of my favorite position. We were both exhausted now, and holding him loosely around his neck with my knees drawn up to his shoulders, having him go in and out of me slowly but deeply, kissing him, sucking his tongue and having him suck mine, craning back my head to allow his mouth to attack my throat, finding his anus with my right fingertip and playing with it joyfully, thoroughly enjoying the middle finger up my own anus, I began to gently orgasm and kept gently orgasming for five full minutes until Matt delivered his load of wonderful sperm deep inside me. Then we lay there, bonded in exhaustion, Mr. and Mrs. Hooper, contented at last.

THE END

Author's note: This story is also dedicated to those readers who complained that I shorted them sex-wise in my previous story, which I did. I hope this satisfies you better.



Mittens



Samantha leaned forward and spat, a sticky white string dangling briefly from her mouth before breaking.

Humiliation, she thought, her mouth full once again, her breasts swaying with the vigorous back-and-forth motion of her right hand.

Lost in thought, she'd been brushing her teeth for a full six minutes.

No, not just humiliation, degradation, she reflected. Nina doesn't just want to feel embarrassed, she wants to feel less than human. She wants to feel like an animal. Absent-minded, she rinsed for the third time. How did we even get into that conversation?

Oh, yeah, that's right. She remembered the purple-gray froth in the sink. Red wine. Lots of it.

Samantha spat, again, and grinned in the mirror. A bespectacled, bed-headed brunette, with the world's cleanest teeth and a tendency to overthink things - especially interesting rabbitholes like this one.

For a moment she wondered what she'd look like, all dressed up in leather and holding a whip - no, a riding crop. No. No, a boxing glove, big and red and shiny and exaggerated, like in a cartoon...

...or not. Sexy, Samantha, think sexy. Not functional.

But why not both? You wear boxing gloves so that you can beat each other up without doing too much damage. Why aren't boxing gloves sexy?

She lifted the lid, slid down her underwear and sat down. And so now you get an intriguing, sexy idea, and give it a turn for the ridiculous - something you've been trying to avoid. Also, why are you even ruminating on this in the first place? What are you going to do, go up to Nina and say "Hey, have you ever thought about getting a pair of big red boxing gloves and just letting someone beat you up with them?" What's the expression, backseat quarterback?

Break it down, Sam. Why boxing gloves? I imagine more along the lines of whips and gags and stuff when I hear "Bondage" or "Erotic humiliation," why am I thinking about boxing gloves?

Samantha always found the sound of running water conducive to any sort of contemplation. Pee works too, albeit for very brief sessions. She sat and followed the thought back towards its hidden origin, brow furrowed, chin resting on her upturned fist.

An observer would have noted the resemblance to Rodin's famous sculpture "The Thinker," except, you know, on a toilet.

Boxing gloves.

Boxing.

Punching.

Impact.

Shock wave.

The path of the shockwave from a downward-angled impact over the solar plexus. The sensation of air being forced out of your lungs, so similar to laughter that it makes you smile out of pure reflex. The shockwave rushing downwards, through your insides, your tummy, your crotch, your thighs, you don't feel it so much in your calves - but then rebounding through your feet from the floor and rushing upwards, angling strangely and dissipating, losing cohesion. The sensation of a phantom force rushing up your inner thighs, a strike now turned to a caress, maybe the slightest ghost whispering underneath your vagina, then it's gone, faded to nothing. And then you're standing there, still alive, stunned but surprised to feel fairly unhurt, knowing that you absorbed that much force, that much of an impact, without even falling over. Knowing that you're a red-blooded animal with a skeleto-muscular structure evolved to spread out incoming blows.

Knowing that you're an animal. Knowing it for sure, without a shadow of a doubt. Knowing it in your bones. Being aware of it, for that moment.

Wipe, flush. Is that sexy? I can't even tell. Is spanking sexy? Or is it just something that they put in porno films so that you can tell if your audio is properly synced up? Like a clapboard, only made out of butts.

Samantha stood up, pulling up her underwear. And I didn't answer my own question. Never mind the boxing gloves; what's the deal with this train of thought? She headed back to the bedroom, to dress for the day.

Is this a purely intellectual exercise? Purely hypothetical? Purely rhetorical? Why analyze it so much, then, if nothing will ever come of my analyses?

"Because I love her, of course," she muttered, and paused for a moment in dressing, the realization sinking in.

Huh. Of course. Silly of me not to notice. I love Nina - platonically, but very deeply, and for a long time. She opened up to me about her problems in her love life. Her happiness is essential to my own, so now I'm thinking about ways to make her happy.

Samantha frowned. But am I even capable of that? Could I, Sam, do that sort of thing with Nina? Could I make her happy?

Could I...

Samantha stared into the wood of her dresser, seeing nothing, testing waters with an image of Nina, her freckles, her smile, her lips, parting. Eyes gently closing, Samantha pressed her mind's lips to Nina's.

Detail. Detail, to be sure.

The pores of Nina's skin. Her eyelashes. Her lips. Soft lips, slipping tenderly, shy, curious, between Samantha's.

Samantha breathed, deeply, and questioned herself.

Yes, came the reply. She smiled, feeling the beginnings of joy bloom in her, spreading out from her stomach like warm, slow sunlight. "Yes," she whispered, "yes, I could kiss Nina. And I can't believe I didn't think of it before!"

Samantha pulled her jeans up the rest of the way before realizing they were on backwards. 

***

Nina growled, cords standing out on her neck, pajamas damp with sweat. In her mind's eye, Samantha held Nina's hair tightly in one hand, grinding her cunt into Nina's face - her labia enveloping Nina's nose, leaving slick trails between her eyes and over her lips. In Nina's fantasy, Samantha gripped her hair with both hands and used her, like Nina used the Special Toy right now.

As they usually did, Nina's fantasies had started so innocently - imagining Samantha's eyes closing and moving forwards, their lips touching in a close, tender, nervous first kiss. In the buildup to her first orgasm, Nina disrobed Samantha, kissed her, held her, touched her, made love with her - now, as she approached her second, things were different. Her imagination jumped in brutal, incoherent cuts from scene to lustful scene, deepening and intensifying.

Nina on hands and knees, butt in the air, naked save for her collar and leash, cleaning Samantha's toilet while Samantha smokes and reads a magazine, her feet propped up on Nina's back.

Nina's legs spread wide by a steel bar, Samantha's eyes on her exposed genitals, while her fingers push knuckle-deep into Nina's ass.

Nina bent over Samantha's knee, bare-bottomed and squirming in a public park, receiving a sound spanking while strangers watch, her cheeks tanned red.

Nina holding Samantha's hand, a little drunk, telling her... telling her about...

Telling her about wanting to be tied up... Telling Samantha about her cuffs and collars... Telling Samantha about the gags and the paddles and the chains and the files and...

Telling Samantha everything except how wet she was getting telling Samantha everything...

Telling Samantha...

...!

Nina's back arched, her teeth clenched together, her thighs squeezing tight, the shockwaves flowing. After a few months, she collapsed back to the bed with a little shudder, a little squeak, and remembered to breathe again.

In her afterglow, the fantasies turned to a replay of last night.

Samantha's eyes, enlarged by her glasses, watching Nina talk about the reinforced bolts in her rafters and walls, the little fasteners that hooked under her bed.

Samantha's lips, grinning in something between embarrassment and curiosity, not realizing how inviting they looked.

Samantha's oblivious nature, no doubt already thinking up some new contraption to help, purely as an intellectual exercise...

She'd do that, thought Nina. She'd show up with some fancy pneumatic rack or some amazing computer-controlled fucking machine, and then she'd say "Well, have fun!" and leave me to it. She'd go home, sit on her sofa, pet her cats and think "Mission accomplished!"

And I saw her pondering it, even as I was telling her. I saw those cogs beginning to spin behind her eyes; she was already having some idea. And I wanted to say, "Yes, that's very nice, I know that you're conjuring up some wonderful theoretical thingamajig, but Samantha, would you fuck me now, please?"

I sat there, panties soaked through and clinging to me, cheeks red as traffic lights and nipples that you could hang your coat on, and I told Samantha about my humiliation kink. And she sat there and thought "How fascinating! I, a human, was not aware that humans engaged in such behavior! I must consider how can I help my human friend, who I love as a human, using the twin marvels of science and technology!"

Nina sighed, but not unhappily. Her flirty conversations with an oblivious Samantha were par for the course these days - far more endearing than frustrating.

Still a little frustrating, though.

Nina dialled down the Special Toy until it faded out, leaving her feeling a little numb and tingly but still comfortably full.

And what makes the Special Toy so very Special? Samantha, of course. One throwaway remark about sex toys being so damned inconsistent and unreliable, and she sits there and sips her coffee and thinks about it for a minute, and then she comes out with all this talk about pulse width modulation and variable resistors. Next thing I know, we're at my place, to pick up my broken toys, and then we're at Radio Shack, Samantha bounding around in the drawers of Incomprehensible Doodads like a kid in a candy store, and then we're in her...

Nina grinned. Her laboratory. Meaning her kitchen table, piled high with the odd things she plays with - smelling of coffee and cookies and cats, and incense and solder and those weird Chinese batteries she goes on about.

For an hour, I watched her concentrate. Saw her little frowns. Heard her little tuts, pulling out inferior components, replacing them with special things from her parts boxes.

I made us coffee, petted her cats, and offered the occasional bit of small talk. She responded, sometimes trailing off mid-sentence as she concentrated on the innards of one of my most intimate items. From time to time I'd ask her what she was doing, and she'd look up, her eyes bright behind her glasses, and she'd explain it to me with an excited tone and a big, silly grin. I followed as best I could, and I think I did quite well, considering. I understood about eighty per cent of what she told me.

I pretended to be interested in what she was doing to my toy. I pretended to watch her hands, examine her tools, ask her what she was doing because I was interested in the mechanics.

But most of the time, I was watching her face. Watching her eyes scan this thing that had been inside of me. Watching her fingertips carefully turn it around, find its joints, open it up - not knowing whether or not it even occurred to her that she was handling something very intimate. I asked her things so that she would talk to me, in that tone of excited, mad-science exuberance. So that she would look at me with those big hazel eyes, while her delicate, careful hands touched something deeply personal.

And I watched it change. My ratty old rabbit became something that was as much Sam's as it was mine - with little wisps of solder smoke it grew new knobs, and switches, and this big battery pack...

I barely registered that she was putting it back together. Her sleeves were rolled up, showing the little light hairs on her forearms, the paleness of her wrists. It took a lot of self-restraint not to just reach out and caress her, saying "Oh, don't mind me, I just wanted to know if your skin was as soft as it looked."

The time came, Samantha said, to take my new-and-improved rabbit for a test run. She grinned, and we were silent for a moment - a very tense moment. For me, at least.

In my imagination, she looked at me with narrowed eyes and a lusty smile, and told me - no, commanded me - to take off my jeans and my underwear.

In reality, she activated it right where it sat - and we laughed as it vibrated itself right off the table, jumping around like its namesake.

Two women in a kitchen that smelled of solder, laughing in the sun, on a cold March morning - both of them happy and content, one of them extremely turned on. One of my happier memories, and it was only a few months ago. The rabbit, of course, hasn't missed a beat since then.

With a sigh, Nina pulled back slowly on the Special Toy, felt it begin to move out of her, leaving behind a yearning, empty feeling.

The next week, buying a new cellphone, realizing with wonder and horror that I am now intensely turned on by the smell of Radio Shack. The salesman asked me if I was friends with the tall lady, brunette, wears glasses, always friendly, always heads straight to the hardcore stuff in the back, I think I saw you two come in together last weekend, Samantha, that's her name. Yeah, Samantha's cool.

I bet he wondered why I was blushing. Thanks, Sam. As if my kinks weren't weird enough already.

Nina's inner labia slid wetly together as the head of the Special Toy left her empty. She turned the warm, wet shaft over in her hands, looking at the motors that were vaguely visible through its pink translucence. Her fluid streaked the toy in little random waves of clear to pale white. Was the toy made less beautiful by her glistening overcoat, or more? Did she spoil this work of art, or collaborate on it? She could never decide.

The whole time we sat at that kitchen table, Samantha never said anything like "Yeah, I tried this on one of my toys once." She was doing this just to see if she could. I don't know if she even owns any toys herself - if she just thinks of sex and orgasms as things that happen to other people.

Nina brought the toy close - as she always did, before and after - and breathed.

And it smells like her. Even when it smells so much like me, it smells like her. It smells of her hand lotion, and her kitchen table, with its odd scents of overheating electronics. She's touched it, and given it something of herself. Given me something of herself.

She reached into the drawer of her bedside table, for her toy-cleaning wipes.

She probably thought I was going to take it home, put it on the mantle and appreciate its engineering.

***

Right. Sex! Here we go!

Samantha's fingers rested on the keys. They tapped once or twice, not hard enough to trigger a contact, the search bar empty.

Here we go.

She bit her lip. She frowned.

Any minute now.

Samantha sat and thought for a second. Then she grinned, and her fingers flew.

"Sex boxing" appeared in the search bar, and a page of very unusual links presented themselves to Samantha.

A few minutes of scrolling, reading stories and looking at pictures, opening and closing tabs, while her right hand drifted absently down to her lap and began to stroke - rhythmic, comforting, warm, a little distracting.

Samantha sat back in her chair. "Well, that wasn't very useful at all, was it, Higgs?" Higgs looked up from her lap, purring.

"You really don't give a shit, do you, Higgs?"

Higgs did not give a shit. He looked at Samantha, blinking in that slow, lazy way that only cats can get away with, as she petted him.

"You don't care one tittle about sex boxing, because you're an animal. You just want me to stroke your head."

Higgs, indeed, just wanted Samantha to stroke his head. Something about that sparked a neuron somewhere, but where that led, Samantha didn't know. She followed the thought.

"Because you're just an animal. A cat."

Higgs was an animal. He was, on some vague feline level, dimly aware that he was a cat.

"An animal," she said again, quietly, trying to jump-start the ideation process.

Higgs blinked at Samantha. To a cat lover, his expression would have said "Why have you stopped touching my head?" To Samantha, obviously his expression said "Yes, I suppose I am an animal. Where are you going with this?" To any other outside observer, his expression said, quite clearly, "I am a cat."

She let the thought go, aware that it would come back and tug on her sleeve when it was good and ready. Instead, she turned her attention elsewhere.

Why am I still fixated on the whole boxing-gloves thing?

She contemplated for a moment. "Boxing gloves" appeared in the search bar, and Samantha tabbed over to the "Images" link.

Page after page of pictures of boxing gloves.

Well, yes. What else did I expect?

She rested her chin on her hand, and frowned.

There's something in particular about boxing gloves. Something that sets them apart from other things like them.

So what are the characteristics of a boxing glove?

It's something that you put on to do a specific thing. It's clothing, that lets you accomplish a certain...

Her eyes widened. She leaned forward in her chair.

It's an article of clothing that you put on to do a certain rough, animalistic thing, that prevents you from doing other things! That's why it's different - it makes your thumb useless! It focuses you entirely on the one thing that you're doing, reducing you - or maybe elevating you - to a perfectly-tuned tool for doing that one very specific thing!

If the subject is unskilled at that given thing, I bet I could turn that very easily into a feeling of degradation. For those purposes, all you'd have to do is duct-tape the thumb so it couldn't move. Hell, you could probably do it with an oven mitt.

Samantha sat and thought for a moment. Our thumbs are one of the very big, very fundamental things that set us apart from animals. To thoroughly degrade someone, take away those differences. You want someone to feel like a lower creature, make their thumbs useless. Language is right up there on the list too, so arrange things so that the subject can't talk. Or can only talk when spoken to, if I'm feeling generous.

Samantha smiled. I'm having good ideas. But I need some context to put them in.

CTRL-Tab over to her email. Apprehensive, tummy full of warmth and light, Samantha pressed a single key and Nina's email address autocompleted immediately - as though the machine were saying "Well, who the hell else would you email right now?"

Tab down to the composition box. Samantha's fingers did all the thinking for her. Halfway through, she realized she was blushing, a pleasant aching below her bellybutton.

She shifted her thighs. Higgs complained, then jumped off.

"Go on, Higgs. Sam-time, now. Go play with Boson."

Higgs stalked off, grumbling.

Her cursor hovered over the "Send" button. She read the message through one more time, took a deep breath, and hesitated.

Detail. Check the detail. How sure am I, that this is something I actually want to do?

Nina's breath, hot and wet, in her ear. Samantha's teeth, applying gentle pressure to Nina's neck. Samantha's hands, running down Nina's back, finding her curves, feeling her warmth, lower, lower, one soft buttock in either hand, squeeze- click.

Breathing hard, Samantha sat back in her chair, squeezing her thighs together and squirming.

"Platonic" my ass.

***

Nina pressed the Power button on her laptop, then headed into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. The task accomplished, she came back to the couch, closed all the popup windows, dismissed the nagging update thingies, waited a few minutes as the little light on the front flashed at her and the computer made its pointless grinding sounds, then double-clicked on the Internet icon. Then she got up to pour and adulterate her coffee, as the machine lurched into a waking state and started re-downloading all forty-seven tabs.




Mittens



She took the opportunity to clean up the kitchen a little, so by the time she came back the machine had woken up to the point where it took less than a minute to register her click on the tab that contained her email.

A message from Samantha - subject, "Can we talk about this?"

Ominous.

Ignoring her other email, Nina clicked the message from Samantha. As the little orange light flashed and the laptop made its silly grinding sounds, she had enough time to be worried.

Did I offend her? Oh God, did I say too much, and frighten her? Nina tried to distract herself by closing some of the popup windows that had since opened themselves. It did little to take her mind off the situation. She seemed interested, but we were drunk - I always think people are interested in what I have to say when I'm drunk. Oh, God...

Finally the page loaded, and Nina read Samantha's message.

***

Hey, Nina!

So this is a little embarrassing, but I've been thinking a lot about the things you said last night. I'm really fascinated by it all!

Does this sort of thing come with documentation? Is there a newbie's guide to erotic humiliation? Do you have any links you can send to me?

Thanks! 

***

Nina stared at the message.

What?

She stared some more.

Of course I've got links. I've got blogs open in these tabs. I've got negotiation forms actually printed out! I've got so much material you'll be reading all day.

Why do you want it? Do you want to study me or proposition me?

And am I only considering this because I'm still all happy and damp from this morning?

Nina looked to her list of online friends. The little icon next to Samantha's name was green.

I could ask her right now. I could go on chat and talk with her.

Nina opened a chat window, put her mouse in the box, clicked, and typed "Hey, Samantha!"

She hesitated, her finger over the Enter key. She bit her lip, took a deep breath, and pressed it.

***

Samantha moaned softly, hearing the blood in her ears, her right hand nestled in the warm, damp pocket of her panties, her left hand stroking her nipple, her mind full of naughty thoughts. Thoughts of Nina, lying on the bed - naked and smiling, freckled pale skin all soft and inviting, contrasted with the delightfully ridiculous bright-red cartoon boxing gloves. Trying to beckon Sam, but her fingers don't work - "Oh dear, whatever shall I do, I want to be sexy yet these boxing gloves are so silly, this is a delicious paradox that you have put me in." Sam shivered, imagining Nina biting at the straps.

Detail, to be sure - and to have fun - scan her, her shiny red hair, her gorgeous green eyes, her smiling lips, that bit at the front of her neck that goes all inny-ridgey, her soft-looking breasts, her nipples all pointy and ding...

Ding?

Samantha opened her eyes. A chat window had appeared, with Nina's name in it.

"Oh," said Samantha, and "Shit, hang on..." She grabbed her desk with her left hand, pulling her chair closer so that she could reach the mouse with her other hand, her other hand which was all - "Oh, fuck, no, oh shit." She stood up, stumbled, pulled up her jeans and left.

The notification window blinked at the empty room. Higgs peeked his head in, mewling.

Samantha entered, red-cheeked, wiping down the fingers of her right hand and carrying a box of tissues under her arm. "Out," she said to Higgs, who ignored her. She picked up her mouse and ran the tissue around it, soaking up the worst of her mistake, hoping that none of it would get into the internals.

I wonder just how conductive my fluids are? Must find out someday. Write a blog post: Fun times with an Ohmmeter, sex toys for nerds.

She set the mouse back down again, sat down heavily in the chair, dropped the damp tissue to the floor, told Higgs to once again leave this place, was ignored, took a deep breath, said "Yes, right. Hello," and began to type.

Nina: Hey, Samantha!

Samantha: Hi! :)

Samantha took a few deep breaths while Nina pecked out her reply. I wasn't expecting this. I was supposed to do this by email. Email, where you've got time to think about what you want to say, and it's nice and easy to catch yourself before you say something silly.

Nina: So you want to know about my kinkier side, huh? :)

Samantha smiled. Yes. Yes, I do.

Samantha: Yes, yes I do. :o

There, that's suitably noncommittal. Play it cool, Sam, keep your escape hatch open. You're on dangerous ground, here - you've known Nina for, what, ten years now? It's a lovely friendship at stake. Be careful. Also use lots of smilies, she likes those.

The indicator said that Nina was typing. Then, it said "Nina has entered text," meaning that her chat box had text in it but that she was no longer adding text to it.

The indicator stayed in that status, for a long time. So long that Samantha's heart started to race.

Nina's sat there with the message in the chat box, going back and forth between sending it and erasing it. You'd think that excitement and fear would cancel each other out, not build each other up.

Careful, Samantha, careful - don't get your hopes up too high, and don't weird her out, whatever you do. Stay cool. Talk so that she doesn't know whether you just want to learn, or whether you want to do naughty things to her.

Nina: Do you want to learn from the internet, or were you thinking of doing naughty things to poor little Nina? ;) 

Fuck.

Samantha stared.

...fuck.

She started to type. Honesty. Flirtiness. I can do that, right? Gonna be honest and intimate, but still leaving the escape hatch a little bit open...

Samantha: Be careful asking me things like that right now! ;) You caught me at an... inopportune moment. :o 

Her finger rested on the Enter key.

Right now, Nina is seeing me having entered text, assuming her wreck of a computer has caught up that far. She's in that same torture as I was a moment ago.

Samantha closed her eyes, breathed in for a count of four, breathed out for a count of four, looked at the window.

Don't keep her there too long, Sam. You know that predicament. You love her, don't do that to her. Make your mind up.

The status indicator flickered - Nina had begun to type.

No. She thinks she's shocked me. She's going to say "Just joking," or "Wait! I didn't mean that," or "Oh God I haven't offended you have I?" and she'll feel awful and embarrassed, stop her, cut her off, release her from this torture...

Samantha struck the Enter key, a little harder than she had to.

This delicious torture...

Immediately the indicator went blank, stayed there for a second, and came back with "Nina is typing..."

Samantha sat and waited.

Nina: You mean, I caught you while you were, uh... 

Nina: Um... 

Samantha grinned.

Samantha: Um. 

Nina: Um? 

Samantha: Just about to um. 

Nina: lol 

She's lol'ing! I love it when I make her lol.

Samantha: You made me get my mouse all sticky! :o 

And she's still typing. Probably chuckling away. I love her chuckles.

Samantha frowned. Wait, was that too much information? Am I being creepy? I mean, saying I was masturbating, all right, that's one thing, but... actually, no, that's super-duper extra-special creepy, isn't it, fuck. And then I told her all about getting my squelchiness everywhere. She's lol'ing nervously, about to say "Well I'll leave you to it, then," and close the window and lock the door and then take the sort of shower where you spend most of the time huddled up and rocking on your ankles in a corner and then she's gonna pack up and move to another city...

Something rustled quietly by her feet. She looked down, to see Higgs sniffing at the tissue by her chair. Her eyes widened.

"Fuck off, Higgs, you little pervert!"

Higgs bolted. Samantha reached down to pick up the tissue, placed it carefully in the bin, and returned her eyes to the screen.

Nina: Thinking of anyone I know? ;) 

Oh God.

Samantha stared.

What the hell do those winky smilies even mean? Who winks at people mid-conversation? Who does that?

She typed out "You, you big tease," erased it, typed "Oh, a certain someone," erased it, then noticed that Nina was still typing.

Good thing Nina hunts and pecks. She'll be looking at her hands, not the typing indicator. She won't have seen me cyber-stammering.

Nina: I had an enjoyable um myself this morning. 

Nina: Gotta thank you again for the extra volts. 

Samantha: Watts. 

GOD DAMN IT FINGERS WHY DID YOU TYPE THAT. Damn things responding for me before I have a chance to even...

...she masturbates with the toy I fixed for her.

She puts it inside herself.

...goodness.

...well, what the hell did I think she was going to do with it?

Nina: Wattever. 

Samantha: :P 

Samantha: Well, you know me. Always willing to lend a hand, however I can. :) 

She can just take that however she wants. Noncommittal, escape hatch still open in case of emergencies. Good.

Nina: However you can? ;) 

SHIT! NINA, STOP DOING THAT!

Be brave, Samantha. All lamps are green. She wouldn't tease you. She's your best friend. She wouldn't tease you about this sort of thing, unless she figured that you were just joking around, and she probably does think that you're just joking around, and let's face it she damn well would tease you anyway, so fuck it, joke around, why the hell not.

Samantha: However I can. ;) 

Nina: You big flirt. 

Samantha: Said the pot to the kettle. 

Again, the typing indicator switched to "Nina is typing," and then stalled at "Nina has entered text."

Now, here's another wrinkle - does that mean that she's deciding whether or not to send the message, or does it mean that she's been distracted by something, or does it mean she's got her hands down her pants, or does it mean her hard drive's thrashing again?

Nina: You know who I was thinking of, this morning? 

Samantha's breath stopped dead mid-inhale.

This is it.

Samantha: No, who? 

This is really it.

Samantha sat and stared at the indicator, jammed on "Nina has entered text," feeling the warmth rise up inside her - feeling the ice in her spine, the fire in her cheeks, beginning to suspect that she was right about something wonderful.

This is when I find out that my dreams are coming true.

Nina: My best friend. 

Samantha paused.

Samantha: ...you mean me, right? 

Nina: ...maybe 

Samantha's chair hit the floor. Her glasses bounced on her nose. Samantha's mouse cable ran a swirling ribbon from her upraised hand. Higgs, in the process of creeping back into the room, bolted again.

"YES! Oh hell, yes!"

Nina is typing...

Samantha's fingers flew over the keys.

Samantha: You're not joking, right? 

Nina: ...no... 

Samantha: Who the hell do you think I was thinking of? 

Nina: ... 

Nina: ...I'm scared to guess. I don't know what you're feeling right now, Sam. Text sucks. 

Samantha: I was thinking about my best friend too. :D 

Nina: ... 

Nina: :D 

The two best friends grinned at each other over the Internet on a warm Sunday morning, both aware that the next little while was going to be very, very interesting.

After a few seconds, they remembered to breathe, and to talk.

Samantha: Shall I come over? 

Nina: I'll come to you. I like the way your place smells. :) 

Nina: Give me an hour? 

Samantha grinned.

Samantha: That's going to be a tense hour. :s 

Nina: I bet you can think of something to do. ;) 

Nina: I interrupted you, after all... 

Samantha stared. Bit her lip. Nina was still typing.

Nina: You can give me a running commentary if you like. :) 

Samantha: You mean... one-handed typing? 

Nina: You wanna? :D 

Samantha hesitated. She sat back down.

Samantha: Tell me what to do. 

Nina: Tell me what you're doing. 

Samantha: Waiting for you to tell me what to do. ;) 

Nina: Alright then, put your hand down your pants and then tell me what you're doing. 

Samantha, breathing hard and blushing, wriggled her jeans and panties down to her knees.

Samantha: I pulled them down. 

Nina: And what treasures did you find? 

Samantha: My pussy. :) 

Nina: Yay! 

Samantha: I found it! :D 

Nina: Right there in your pants, this whole time! 

Samantha: But what should I do with it? :o 

Nina: Say hello. 

Samantha: Hello, pussy. 

Nina: Shake its hand. 

Samantha: It has no hands to shake. :s 

Nina: Pet its head, then. 

Samantha: ...mmm. 

Samantha: still all wet from earlier. 

Samantha: from thinking about... you. :D 

Nina: Now you type as slowly as me. 

Nina: Maybe I should join in too. 

Nina: Or maybe that would be too slow. Maybe I'll just watch and enjoy. :) 

Nina: You still there? 

Samantha: thinking about your lips on mine 

Nina: Ooh. Tell me about that. 

Samantha: feeling your heartbeat 

Samantha: touching your neck 

Samantha: oh god 

Nina: Go lower than my neck. 

Samantha: yes 

Samantha: thinking of biting your neck 

Samantha: and stroking your breast 

Nina: Naughty Samantha. Are you touching yourself right now? 

Samantha: yes 

Nina: What does your pussy feel like? 

Samantha: v hot 

Samantha: v wet 

Samantha: soft and wet and aching for u 

Samantha: Now look, you've made me talk in text-speak. 

Samantha: And now my keyboard has Sam-goo on it, thanks for that. 

Nina: My pleasure. :) Put your hand back where it was happy. 

Samantha: ok 

Nina: You don't have to type, just read and make yourself come for me. 

Nina: I love you, Samantha. 

Nina: And I want you to fuck me. 

Nina: God I've wanted to say that to you for years. 

Nina: Fuck me, Samantha. 

Nina: Please. 

Nina: Fuck me. 

Samantha: i love you too 

Nina: I want to feel your hot breath on my tits, your fingers inside me. I want to squeeze them and let you feel my heartbeat in my pussy. I want you to suck on my nipples, and make me come, and feel me coming around your fingers. 

Nina: More than that I want you to kiss me. I want to feel your lips against mine, your tongue in my mouth, forceful. 

Nina: More than that, I want you to pull my hair. Could you pull my hair, Samantha? Pull my hair back so my throat's exposed, and bite me while you fuck me? 

Samantha: yes 

Nina: Would you be rough with me? 

Samantha: yes 

Nina: Mmm. Would you hurt me, if I asked you politely? 

Samantha: yes 

Nina: Would you slap me, please? Maybe we can start with a little spank on my butt and work up from there? 

Samantha: yes 

Nina: Ooh. The thought is getting me very wet. I want you to leave little red marks on me. 

Samantha: close already 

Nina: Come, then. 

Samantha: close 

Nina: In an hour I'm going to come to your house and kiss you, Samantha. 

Nina: I'll ring the doorbell, and when you answer it, you can wrap your arms around me and kiss me, and I'll kiss you right back. 

Nina: And I'll squeeze you close. 

Nina: And then I want you to take me into your bedroom and fuck me. 

Nina: Fuck me. 

Nina: Please, please fuck me. 

Samantha:! 

Nina: Come for me, Sam. 

Samantha: o god 

Nina: Come for me. 

Samantha:!!!!! 

Nina: Nice? 

Samantha:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Nina: Yay! :D 

Samantha: still 

Nina: Still going?! 

Samantha:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Nina: Holy shit! 

Nina: ...hello? 

Nina: ...you there? 

Nina: Did you pass out? 

Samantha: I'm here 

Nina: Did you enjoy that? :) 

Samantha: chair fell over 

Nina: Shit, are you all right? 

Nina: Hello? 

Nina: You okay, Sam? 

Samantha: Just had to find my glasses. 

Samantha: Get your luscious little butt over here so I can fuck you like you want me to, Nina. 

Nina: Yes, ma'am! 

Nina has logged out. 

***

Samantha, distracted, sat in her living room and watched television, legs crossed, her left foot jiggling in midair.

After Nina logged out, Samantha had bathed in the joyous afterglow of her first orgasm brought on deliberately by her best friend. She had felt elated, content, and giddily excited. Then, after ten or fifteen seconds of pure, unalloyed joy, a little voice had told her that Nina would be here shortly, and that it was imperative that Samantha now clean the entire house, immediately, at top speed.

She'd showered in a heartbeat, performed the fastest pubic trim she'd ever attempted, struggled into her special-occasion underwear and a nice sweater and pants, and began to feverishly tidy up. Halfway through the tidying process, Samantha had caught herself hyperventilating, and forced herself to stop. Better, she reasoned, that Nina see her house in its usual lived-in state, than see Samantha nervous and frazzled.

So, she had spent a few minutes performing her standard thinking-and-calming ritual: eating toast. And yet, not merely eating toast; eating toast as a meditative practice. A comforting set of motions for her hands and mouth and mind. Two slices in the toaster, one on her plate, one in her mouth, alternating butter and jam and marmalade. The secret was to keep the motions flowing as a perfect assembly-line process timed to the second, so that Samantha's mouth was never empty and her toast was always warm. This careful balancing act demanded just enough of Samantha's attention that it cleared her mind effectively, and she was able to calm down quite satisfactorily.

Then she ran out of bread.

Now she sat, and stared at the television as it told her a story on which she couldn't concentrate, and tried to sell her things that she didn't need or want.

This is a cornflakes commercial. I can't masturbate to this.

Eyes unfocused, she looked through the machine and into herself, and her desires. She saw Nina's cool green eyes, her cute little nose, her pubic hair of unknown color...

Detail. Detail, to be sure, to be certain that I can do this.

What will she taste like, when she kisses me? Will she taste like me? How will her breath smell? How will her breasts feel, in my hands? Could I be naked around her? Will she touch me... down there? Will I let her?

Her fingers, stroking down my tummy, through my pubic hair, finding my labia, touching me in my most intimate places...

...yup, that's hot as hell. Silly question, really.

But it feels so good to ask.

The doorbell. Samantha jumped, startled. She turned off the television, took a deep breath, checked her lips for crumbs, and headed out of the living room and into the hall.

She stood at her front door, knowing that Nina was right there on the other side, warm and solid and real, waiting to kiss her.

The handle felt cold. Samantha swallowed, her mouth dry, her pulse pounding in her ears.

For a moment Samantha had the clearest image of the postman waiting on the other side, delivering a parcel.

She turned the handle.

Nina stood in Samantha's doorway, wearing jeans and a white T-shirt, smiling nervously.

"Hel -" Samantha hiccuped, and tried again. "Hello."

"Hello," said Nina.

The two stared at each other, grinning, both red-cheeked, Samantha looking down at Nina, Nina looking up at Samantha.

After seconds that felt like minutes, Samantha realized that they were just grinning at each other, and that perhaps something ought to happen. "Come in," she said, hurriedly.

Nina stepped over Samantha's threshold.

Why does that feel big? Why does that little step feel so significant? She's been in my house hundreds of times. Thousands, maybe.




Mittens



Samantha closed the door.

Different now, though.

The hallway was narrow. Samantha stood just inches from Nina - she felt almost close enough to feel Nina's body heat.

They looked at each other's eyes, for a long time.

"You're so beautiful," said Nina, quietly.

It's really happening, thought Samantha. She wasn't saying that in a casual way.

"Thank you," said Samantha, so quietly she almost didn't hear herself, her voice breaking.

Then Nina was stepping forward, looping her arm around Samantha's waist, coming close, touching, chest to chest and hip to hip, Samantha's arms knowing what to do without Samantha herself needing to.

The two hugged. Not their typical letter-A, hips-apart hug - this hug was shaped like an I. Samantha noticed, clearly, that Nina's face didn't go against her shoulder like it normally did; Nina stood on tiptoe, her eyes an inch away, her lips even closer.

I must have hugged Nina thousands of times, thought Samantha, and never noticed her curves.

That's because she's not just hugging me. She's pressing herself against me. There's a big difference.

"You're shaking," said Nina, her breath warm and damp on Samantha's lips, smelling of mint - smelling of a Nina who knew that she was about to be kissed by her best friend, and had prepared.

"You too," said Samantha, conscious of her arms full of warm Nina and squeezing, bending her knees a little so that they were roughly eye-level.

"Please kiss me, now, Samantha," whispered Nina, her nose touching Samantha's.

Yes.

"Yes," whispered Samantha, turning to let her nose slip past Nina's, watching Nina's eyes close as her own pupils widened.

I'm about to kiss Nina.

Samantha's lips brushed against Nina's. Their breath stopped, and Samantha became still, as if electrified, for just a moment - then life, breath, movement resumed. Lips slipped gently, tenderly together, warm, wet, quiet. Two bodies, aware of each others' heat, pressed against each other as close as clothing will allow.

I love her, thought Samantha, slowly closing her eyes. I love Nina. I want to know every inch of her, and give her all the pleasure and happiness I know how.

Samantha felt Nina's breath, warm on her top lip. She felt Nina's accelerated heartbeat, through her back. Samantha's fingers found their way into Nina's hair, and across her scalp, and her shoulders, and across her upper back, her mid back and waist, lower... Samantha's hands, just as in her fantasy, found the soft curves of Nina's behind, and gave a gentle squeeze.

Nina sighed happily, and squeezed Samantha, close and tight.

I'm touching Nina's butt, thought Samantha, with something like wonder. And she feels... wonderful.

Her lips are so soft... Should I...?

Samantha parted her lips and, cautiously, slipped her tongue into Nina's mouth. Nina made a tiny noise, like how a moan or a sigh would sound if your mouth was full of someone else's tongue - little vibrations running through Samantha's mouth, a rush of warm breath on her top lip - and ran a hand up into Samantha's hair, gentle pressure on the back of her head.

She really wants me to kiss her. Samantha tightened her grip on Nina's buttocks, then released, sliding upwards. Her left hand found the back of Nina's head, her right hand tightly gripping Nina's left hip, feeling the pockets and belt loops and warm, soft Nina underneath, as Nina's tongue, hot and wet and moving, gently slid against her own.

Samantha opened her eyes, just a fraction, to peek at Nina. Her eyes were closed, and held an expression of joyous relief and disbelief - the same expression Samantha wore now. Samantha's image of Nina shifted slightly as Nina bumped her glasses, moving them around on Samantha's nose. Samantha held Nina tightly, and tasted deeply.

Slowly, as it must, the kiss ended, and Nina opened her eyes.

Hazel looked longingly into green. Green looked longingly back.

"Do you know," whispered Nina, every syllable pronounced close enough for Samantha to feel - the exhalation on her lips, the soft, heaving movement of Nina's chest - "how many hours I've spent, just aching for you to do that to me?"

The words sent a warm thrill up Samantha's spine. "No," breathed Samantha, a little dizzy now, conscious of her own thumping heartbeat - "how many hours?"

"Hundrefph," said Nina, touching her lips to Samantha's, eyes open. They kissed, briefly, sweetly. "Hundreds of hours," said Nina, her face easing to Samantha's left, "thinking about you kissing me." Her breath, hot and damp on the left side of Samantha's neck, ticklish, tingling. "Thinking about you touching me." Her lips, barely touching Samantha's neck, little sensitive kisses upwards, behind Samantha's earlobe.

A whisper, hot and breathy and secret, in Samantha's ear. "Thinking," said Nina, slowly and distinctly, "about you fucking me."

Samantha moaned.

Nina gently closed her lips around Samantha's earlobe, sucked, and let go. "Would you like to fuck me, Samantha?"

"Yes," breathed Samantha.

"Would you like to make love to me?" asked Nina, as Samantha felt a warm hand on her cheek.

"Y-yes," said Samantha, feeling Nina's hair in her fingers as Nina's face came back into view.

And then Nina was grinning, her eyes just slightly narrowed. "Would you like to make love to me," she asked, quietly, and licked Samantha's lips - "and then fuck me?"

"That," said Samantha, and swallowed - "that sounds wonderful." She took a ragged breath. "I love you, Nina."

Nina smiled. "I love you too, Sam."

"And I want to do all those things," said Samantha, her hands sliding down Nina's back. "All those things that make you excited. All the naughty things."

One of Nina's eyebrows raised. "What sort of naughty things?"

Samantha cleared her throat. "Well," she said, her hands at Nina's lower back, "If you'd like me to... slap you, and such, well... I can do that. But..." Samantha looked at Nina's lips. "You might have to be patient with me, because I've never done that before. I want to learn it from you."

"I can teach you." Nina's lips touched Samantha's. "What would you like to do to me?"

Samantha smiled. "Anything you want."

"What do you want to do to me?"

Samantha swallowed. "Um."

Nina stroked Samantha's cheek. "Listen. Sam, I've seen you do your thing, and I know that you think about a hundred things at once, and that's just what you do."

She knows me so well.

And it was true. She knows me so well was just at the forefront of Samantha's remarkable mind - beneath the surface, scores of other tiny trains of thought ran their course. Some were heading nowhere in particular. Others were on track to a realization or an idea that was yet days or weeks in the future. At the present time, nearly all of them concerned Nina - thoughts of boxing gloves, mittens, humiliation, thumbs, engineering, sewing, psychology, biology.

"But this is important," continued Nina. "You know how you can quiet all those little thoughts and just concentrate on one thing? Can you do that for me, now?"

With a practiced mental flex, Samantha brought herself to the immediate present and focused every ounce of power she had on paying attention to Nina. Every other train of thought ran down and stopped, discarded, forgotten.

Samantha took a deep breath, and locked eyes with Nina. She saw Nina watch her, saw the tiny widening of the eyes that told Samantha that Nina had seen her focus and was maybe a little unnerved to see it happen up close.

I hope I don't scare her.

Nina leaned in. "I will never think ill of you for experimenting, or telling me about what makes you excited." She squeezed Samantha. "Never, Sam. If you suggest something, and I'm not all that into it, then I'll most likely give it a go because I know it makes you happy. I'll try nearly anything once. But even if what you say shocks me, Sam, which it won't - but even if it does, I will never, ever laugh at you. And I won't go away and think "What a weirdo," Sam. I love you."

"I love you too, Nina." Samantha grinned. "Doesn't it feel wonderful to say that?"

Nina grinned back. "Yes, it does. I love you, I love you, I love you. And do you understand what I'm saying to you?"

Samantha nodded. "I understand." She kissed Nina on the cheek, relaxing, letting the hundreds of thoughts return to the background of her mind - most of them now having to do with Nina. "And I want to make you come."

Nina gave Samantha a tight squeeze and a happy sigh. "That sounds nice. May I make you come, too?"

Here's your opportunity, Sam. Here's where you let her know how you can make her happy.

Samantha narrowed her eyes, and placed a finger on Nina's lips. "Maybe. But only if you ask me very politely."

Nina smiled. "Would that be okay? If I were to, just..." She shrugged, blushing. "Ask you things? Ask for your permission to do things?"

Samantha grinned. "Yeah. Should I make you beg me, Nina?"

Samantha felt Nina shiver in her arms.

I did that. Just with words, I made her shiver.

"Yes," breathed Nina. "Maybe a little. Shall we leave it at that, for today? Take it slow?"

Samantha leaned into Nina's neck. "I bet there's lots of talking involved," she whispered, her lips close to Nina's skin. "Lots of negotiation and such, talking out each others' limits." She bit Nina, gently, on her neck.

Nina shuddered. "Yes, there is."

Show her, Sam. Show her you can do this. Show yourself that you can do this.

"That sounds like it'll take a lot of time," said Samantha, leaving little kisses up to Nina's ear. "But if you're okay with vanilla," she breathed, sliding her right hand up Nina's side, "maybe with just a few extra sprinkles -" her hand settled on the soft warmth of Nina's left breast - "perhaps a marshmallow or two..." She gripped, gently. "Then I can take you into my bedroom and fuck you right now."

Squeeze.

"Oh, God..." moaned Nina.

"Shall I take you upstairs, Nina?"

"Yes please..."

Samantha grinned, and gripped Nina's wrist, tightly.

***

Samantha's bedroom smelt of incense and fresh laundry. Nina allowed Samantha to pull her in. She looked past Samantha to the bed.

She's going to put me on her bed and fuck me, thought Nina. Just like she said she would. It's actually happening.

Samantha looked at her with narrowed eyes and a grin. Nina watched Samantha reach up to her glasses, take them off, fold them carefully, place them on her dresser, step out of her shoes.

Samantha turned to smile at Nina. "No ropes, no whips, no pain - not until we've had time to talk about it. But for now..." she stepped closer. "Would it make you happy if I say some very impolite things to you?"

Nina grinned, blushing. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am."

Samantha curled a hand around Nina's waist. "Can I move you around, and maybe restrict your own movements a little bit? Pull your hair, like you said on chat?"

Nina nodded. "A little bit," she said, nervously.

"C'mere," said Samantha, in a low, lusty voice Nina had never heard before - she had no time to reflect on this new sound, because hands gripped her and the world spun and she landed, breathless, on soft sheets.

Samantha stood over her, grinning down.

"Look at what I've caught," she said, quietly, almost a growl.

Nina shivered. Oh God.

"If you want me to dominate you, then that's exactly what I'll do," murmured Samantha, leaning down to Nina's feet. "I'm going to have such fun with you, little Nina." Nina's right shoe left her, and she heard the thump as it hit the floor. "I'm going to learn all about your buttons and switches." Her left foot was tugged on, exposed to the sock, the same little thump. "I'm going to play with them all, and see what happens."

With a ghostly, fleeting rush of cotton on skin, her feet were suddenly bare. "Cute little cotton socks," said Samantha, grinning, the articles in mention dangling from her fingers. "You won't need those." The socks dropped to the floor, and the bed shifted and creaked as Samantha's knee crept onto it.

"Do you realize, little Nina, that you're on my territory?" asked Samantha, her eyes locked on Nina's as she crawled up the bed, her face approaching Nina's thighs. "You didn't know what you were doing, and now you've wandered into my domain like a silly little rabbit." She reached Nina's shivering belly, one arm ahead of the other, creeping, the bed groaning under her muscular weight. "Didn't you notice how this place smells of me? Of something much, much bigger and stronger than you?" She passed Nina's heart, her teeth edging close to Nina's throat. "What on Earth were you thinking? This is my lair. Do you know, little one," she said, and suddenly she was right there, her face a thumbnail away from Nina's, her wet breath hot on Nina's lips, her weight settling in, pressing Nina into the bed - "what happens to silly little rabbits, in this place?"

Nina gasped as Samantha's weight immobilized her, Samantha's nose touching hers. "What will happen to me, ma'am?"

Samantha's left hand moved behind Nina's head, and Samantha gripped Nina's hair in her right. The pillow disappeared and Nina's head hit the mattress, her throat exposed. Samantha leaned down, slowly, tension on Nina's hair, and growled. That was the only word Nina had to describe the sound - the hot, wet, vibrating breath on her vulnerable throat. She shivered, again, and gripped the bed.

"Awful things," whispered Samantha, and licked Nina's throat, from collarbone to chin, along the left side. "Cruelthings," she said, and then another long, wet, sensuous lick up the right side, as Samantha's saliva cooled on her left. Then, before the lick was quite completed, she moved with sudden, frightening speed and her teeth were on either side of Nina's throat, little points of gentle pressure.

Nina's breath stopped.

Samantha breathed, heavily, growling, into Nina's throat. They stayed like that for a moment, then the bite melted into a kiss, the pressure receding, Samantha's tongue gently stroking.

The kiss ended, and Nina realized, as her breathing resumed, that Samantha's hands were pinning her wrists to the bed. When did that happen?

"But mostly," said Samantha, looking into Nina's eyes, "what happens to little rabbits is whatever I damn well please.You are mine, now, to deal with in whatever manner my whims take me. You're helpless, and completely at my mercy." She smiled, a threatening, condescending smile - and Nina felt shockingly at home with being condescended to. "Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

"Y-yes, ma'am," squeaked Nina.

"Then repeat it to me, little one, so I'm sure it's sunk in."

Nina swallowed, took a breath. "I'm helpless. You're stronger and faster and cleverer than me and I can't overpower you or outsmart you. No one will come and save me." A warm, insistent glow from beneath her navel. "I'm yours to do with as you wish."

Samantha smiled, her eyes narrowing. "You're amusing. I like that. But it's early in the day, yet. If you're to survive this boring Sunday afternoon, here in my domain, you'll have to remain amusing for quite some time." She knelt up, straddling Nina's hips, her hands gripping Nina's shoulders.

She's going to be good, thought Nina, gazing into Samantha's expression of mild, casual ownership. "What are you going to do to me?" whimpered Nina, overjoyed.

Samantha's expression suddenly changed. "Oh God, I'm sorry -" she stammered. "Did I really scare you? Did - am I doing it wrong?"

"No!" Nina said, "no, you're doing it right! Sam, you're doing it so right, believe me! Was I too convincing?"

Samantha exhaled, her smile slowly returning. "I've got a lot to learn, haven't I?"

Probably time to talk about safe words, thought Nina. Well, this serves me right for thinking that we wouldn't need them so soon. She smiled back. "Samantha, you've got me this hot just from talking to me."

"You know I'm only pretending to be scary, don't you?"

Nina nodded, smiling. "Yes, Sam, and that's exactly what I want. That's perfect. And I'm only pretending to be scared. Well," she added, "mostly, anyway."

Samantha's eyes widened. "Did I really scare you?"

Nina reached up and took gentle hold of Samantha's hips. "A little bit. Good scared, though. Rollercoaster-scared, not dark-alley-scared. That's good, Sam, that's kind of the point. I know in my heart that you'd never deliberately hurt me."

Samantha looked confused for a moment. "But I would, though, Nina. If that's what you wanted. If that's what would make you happy."

Nina shook her head. "Even then, you'd never deliberately hurt me more than I wanted to be hurt. I meant that you'd never hurt me in my heart."

Samantha smiled. "I love you, Nina, and I hope you're right."

Nina smiled back. "I love you too, Sam. I love you so much, and you're going to be so good at this, and I am so turned on right now."

Samantha's smile spread wider. "Good!"

"So here's what we'll do," said Nina. "Your scene, with the scary-Sam, we can continue that, or you can just kiss me and take off all my clothes and make love to me." She grinned. "If we continue, then assume I'm pretending or acting unless I say "Redden," or give you two squeezes like this -" she squeezed Samantha's hips, twice, in rapid succession - "in which case, we stop right there, and talk about what happened and what happens next, okay?"

Samantha nodded, grinning. "Redden or two squeezes and we take a break straight away, gotcha." Then, her expression changed again. "Damn it, I'm already fucking up, aren't I? I held your hands down so you couldn't squeeze me."

"But you didn't cover my mouth. That's why we have the squeezes and the word, so you can cover my mouth or pin me down sometimes, just not both at once." She looked carefully at Samantha. "And Sam, if I'd have said "stop" right then, you'd have stopped." Nina saw Samantha angle her head and begin to think about it. "No, really, Sam, you'd have stopped, safe word or no. You stopped the moment you thought I was frightened."

Samantha nodded. "You're right. I'll try to keep it in mind. So I'm really doing okay?"

Nina grinned. "Sam, you're doing better than okay."

"Do you want scary-Sam, or kissy-Sam?" Nina took a breath - "And before you answer," interrupted Samantha, "I really,honestly just want to do whatever will make you happy." Samantha smiled. "Whatever will make you come." She laughed, joyous, her eyes wrinkling. "God, I want to make you come, Nina."

Nina smiled. "Frighten me, Sam. Tell me what happens to silly rabbits."

Samantha leaned in and kissed Nina, tenderly, on the lips. "I love you so much, Nina."

"I love you too, Sam. And after this, I want to make you happy, okay? I like giving too."

Samantha's nose crinkled up in an almost-laugh. "I love meta-selfishness." Then she pulled back from Nina, and her expression changed - it was like watching a cat suddenly turn malicious. "Now, where were we?"

"What are you going to do to me?" asked Nina. "Are you going to do horrible things to me?"

Samantha grinned, slowly, teeth peeking out, her fingernails sliding down Nina's T-shirt like claws. "I'm going to do whatever I feel like, little Nina. I might not even tell you what I'm going to do to you. But right now, I will, because it might be entertaining to watch your face, knowing what's going to happen. I won't even punish you for asking silly questions."




Mittens



"Yes, ma'am."

"I'm going to do to you what I do to all the little wanderers who don't know what they're doing." She took hold of the bottom of Nina's T-shirt. "I'm going to skin you alive, little rabbit, and watch you hop around denuded."

Nina grinned. "No, please, don't!"

Samantha looked up into Nina's eyes, suddenly startled - then her face went through a series of expressions. First, shock and shame - then, confusion. Then, Nina saw the realization blossoming in Samantha's head as clear as day. Her mischievous grin returned. "Does it amuse you, little rabbit, to play Simon Says with me? I know you didn't use your special word, so I'm just going to go ahead and -"

"No! Please, ma'am, don't take my clothes!"

"I'm going to take your clothes, Nina," said Samantha, pushing the T-shirt up and over Nina's head. "And if you really wanted to, you'd say the word, or try to stop me, but you certainly wouldn't be helping me to get that shirt off, like you're doing now, naughty bunny."

Nina grinned, her hair ruffled, and dropped the T-shirt to the floor. "Just trying to ease you into it slowly, Sam."

"That's ma'am, to you, little rabbit," breathed Sam, her eyes on Nina's chest. Nina looked down too.

She saw her best friend looking at her breasts, encased in the lacy white special-occasion bra. "Are you going to take my bra too, ma'am?"

Samantha swallowed. "Yes," she said, breathily. "Yes, little rabbit, I'm going to take your bra too."

"But whatever shall I do without it?"

Samantha's hands slid up Nina's sides, settled on her shoulders. "You'll do," murmured Samantha, stroking downwards, "whatever pleases me."

Nina watched Samantha's fingers trace across her breasts. Her hands were warm, her fingers slender - the skin was a little dry. A tiny imperfection.

Her hands are so beautiful. "What pleases you, ma'am?"

Samantha's hands stroked down Nina's belly, settled on the button of Nina's jeans. "Taking your clothes," she said, quietly, manipulating button and zip - Nina saw her eyes widening as she realized what she was doing - "that's what pleases me."

Nina arched her hips. Her jeans slid down and off. Matching panties.

Nina watched her best friend, kneeling on the bed, look up and down her body. She saw naked desire, constrained only by Samantha's dwindling efforts to stay in character. She saw Samantha's eyes settle between her legs. She knew that Samantha would be able to see a soft crease through her underwear, dampened with her excitement.

She saw the pulse in Samantha's throat. Samantha, her eyes between Nina's legs, slowly let the jeans drop to the floor.

Nina squirmed, letting her left thigh come up, revealing just a little more. "Can you see my pussy, ma'am?"

Samantha swallowed, and took a deep breath. "Yes," she whispered. "A little bit. You're very wet."

"Oh no!" said Nina, bringing her hands up to her mouth, squirming a little more, revealing a little more. "Please don't look, ma'am! I'm shy!"

"You shouldn't try to tell me what to do, little rabbit," said Samantha, but distractedly, her arm shifting, putting gentle pressure on Nina's left knee, pushing her legs further open. "I might just do the opposite."

"I'm sorry, ma'am. How wet am I, ma'am?"

Nina felt the tip of Samantha's index finger against the soft bump of her mons. Samantha applied just the gentlest of pressure, and ran her finger in a long, slow line down the crotch of Nina's underwear, between her labia. Nina squirmed and moaned, breathy and low.

She watched Samantha bring her finger up to her face. "You're soaking through your underwear," said Samantha, breathlessly, almost in disbelief.

Nina watched her friend breathe, knowing that she was breathing Nina's scent from her fingers. "Do I smell, ma'am?"

"Like prey," whispered Samantha. "Like scared, excited prey, with a hot, wet cunt."

Nina shivered, thrills of arousal running through her, from below her bellybutton out over her thighs, racing up her back, a wet aching between her legs.

Tell her. Tell her, and make her understand.

"I'm wet for you, ma'am."

Samantha looked up at Nina. "I think I prefer "Mistress," Nina."

"Yes, mistress."

"Whatever will I do with you, little rabbit?" murmured Samantha.

"Are you going to eat me up?" whimpered Nina, wriggling.

Samantha smiled, eyes narrow, incisors visible and glistening. "Yes," she whispered. "First, I'm going to strip you bare." She began crawling up the bed. "Then, I'm going to touch you, in all of your secret places." She reached Nina's chest, and settled a hand on her left breast. Nina felt her trembling - a betrayal to her cool, malicious air. "And then," said Samantha, squeezing gently, "I'm going to have a little taste of you. And perhaps," she said, her right hand sliding behind Nina's back, her mouth descending to Nina's neck, a quiet thump against the bed and a sudden release of tension around Nina's chest - "I'll eat you alive, little Nina."

Teeth, hot and breathy, on Nina's neck. Weight, pressing on Nina's body. Nina shrugged, and her bra dangled from Samantha's right hand - a trophy, stripped from Samantha's prey. Samantha held it for a moment, regarded it - then it fell, forgotten.

Samantha's lips against Nina's, forceful, pressed her head into the pillow. Samantha's tongue, slippery and soft, pushed into her mouth. Nina felt a hand grip her bare right breast, stroke upwards over her nipple. She felt one of Samantha's thighs, between her own. Her knees raised, almost unconsciously - the sensation of Samantha's warm, firm body between her legs.

Nina's tongue found Samantha's, and stroked. She wrapped her arms around Samantha and squeezed, and moaned into Samantha's mouth. Samantha closed the kiss, pulled back, looked down.

Nina watched. Samantha was looking at her naked breasts. She watched Samantha slowly run a finger across her right breast, pausing to circle her areola.

"Look at you," murmured Samantha. "With your little freckles."

Nina moaned as Samantha stroked gently over her firm, pert right nipple.

"Do you like that?" asked Samantha, smiling.

"Yes," said Nina, breathlessly.

Samantha's fingers shifted, and she tugged gently on Nina's nipple. "Yes what?"

"Ah! Y-yes, mistress!"

"Are your nipples sensitive, Nina?"

"Yes, mistress!"

"Would you like me to play with them some more?"

"Yes, mistress!"

Samantha grinned, loosening her pinch. "Beg me, Nina."

"Please!" moaned Nina. "Please, mistress, I beg of you, please touch me! Please!"

Nina looked into Samantha's eyes. Samantha looked back, and said, quietly, calmly, the sweetest word Nina had ever heard from her lips.

"No," she said, smiling, her pinch loosening to nothing, leaving Nina's nipple hard and cold and sensitive. "No, I think I'm going to torture you instead."

"Please!"

"Absolutely not." Samantha stood up on the bed, one foot on either side of Nina's waist. Nina looked up at Samantha, grinning down at her as her hands went to her waistband, unbuttoning. "No, you've had your five seconds of slutty little thrills," said Samantha, sliding down her pants, revealing turquoise panties and long, pale, muscular thighs. Samantha's pants puddled around Nina's tummy; she stepped out and flicked them off the bed with her foot.

"Five seconds for you," said Samantha, kneeling down, her bare inner thighs brushing Nina's sides, "and then as long as I like for me." Samantha shuffled upwards, her thighs sliding up Nina's ribcage, pressing against the sides of her breasts, Samantha's crotch approaching closer and closer - "That's fair, isn't it, Nina?"

Nina's gaze fixated between Samantha's legs, her crotch over Nina's heart - she could swear she could feel its heat. As Samantha shuffled upwards, detail came into view - the weave of her underwear, the shape of her pubis, the visible muscles of her thighs.

"Look at me," said Samantha. Nina looked up, to see Samantha looking down at her, head bowed. She spoke slowly.

"Listen carefully, Nina," said Samantha, "because I could give a little squeeze and put you in the hospital."

Nina shivered, thrills running down her spine, because it was true. Samantha had her pinned, helpless, and she contemplated the muscles on her friend - as if on cue, Samantha's thighs twitched, tensed for just a moment.

They turned from soft, warm, hugging pillows to iron girders, and back again, in a heartbeat.

I never thought of that, thought Nina. She mentioned what she does on Monday and Thursday nights, but the karate or aikido or whatever it is she does... she never really spoke of it, so I never thought of what it'd do to her body. I never made that connection.

I didn't see this coming.

"You've been very stupid and let me pin you, now," said Samantha, watching Nina's eyes. "So, while I have you like this, I'm going to use your face like a cheap sex toy, and I don't particularly care whether you like it or not."

Oh, God. She really is. She's going to use me...

"Now pay close attention, Nina, and do exactly as I say without question or hesitation. Do you think you can do that?"

Nina, shuddering, looked into Samantha's eyes. "Yes, mistress."

"Your right arm is outside of my left thigh. When I tell you, I want you to put your right hand, Nina, on my left buttock, applying respectful pressure. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Good. Go ahead, Nina."

Nina did as she was told, gripping gently. Samantha's butt was warm and unexpectedly firm.

"Good girl," murmured Samantha, inching closer, so that her gusset was directly in Nina's view as she looked up into Samantha's deep hazel eyes and breathed in Samantha's warm, dark musk. "Keep your eyes on mine, Nina. You may look between my legs in a moment, so that you can see what's going to happen to you. But only when I give you permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress," breathed Nina.

"Now, put your left hand on my right buttock."

Nina did as she was instructed, warmth in her stomach, her hands full of Samantha.

"What do I smell like, Nina?" asked Samantha, her crotch an inch from Nina's mouth and nose. "You smell like scared, delicious prey, shivering and terrified and waiting to be eaten. What do I smell like, to you?"

Nina closed her eyes and breathed deeply.

Like heaven. Like a warm summer's day spent with my best friend and my new lover. Like the hottest, wettest, most intimate part of a sexy, excited woman who is as in love with me as I am with her. Like realizing that someone you love deeply is willing to do everything in her power to press your buttons and give you everything you've ever dreamed of, and what's more, she's good at it. Like my fantasies coming true so fast that I can't believe any of this is happening.

"Like my predator," whispered Nina, opening her eyes again and looking up into Samantha's. "Like a huge, powerful beast who can do with me whatever she pleases, and I'd be powerless to resist."

Samantha smiled down at Nina. "You have a good sense of smell, Nina. And you're right - I could do anything to you, right now." She slid a hand behind Nina's head. "I could be nice to you, if I wanted to. I could play with your nipples, suck on them a little, make your silly little cooch all wet and happy. I could lie down next to you and kiss you for hours, hold you tight, have you fall asleep in my arms. Make you feel loved."

Samantha's grip tightened painfully in Nina's hair. Nina gasped, did not cry out. "Or," continued Samantha, "I could be very cruel indeed. I could skip treating you like an animal and go straight to treating you like an object. I could grind myself against your face until I come, not caring at all about your pleasure." Samantha hesitated. "I... could be even crueler than that, Nina. It all depends on my whims."

Nina looked up at Samantha, unsure. Samantha was clearly struggling with something for a moment, just then. She looked as though she thought she was testing a limit.

But what limit could she test? She's just told me that she could put me in the hospital, and it got me even hotter, and that was true. She knows we're limited to talking and gentle restraint, this first time with each other - what fiction could she come up with that would push my boundaries?

Knife play? Blood? Guns? Does she have a collection of weapons stashed somewhere, from her fighting class? Does she want to bring them out and show them to me?

Do I ask?

...I do.

"But mistress," said Nina, timidly, "What could possibly be crueler than that?"

Samantha hesitated. Then, she appeared to reach a decision. She looked down at Nina, smiled evilly, and whispered "I have to visit the little predator's room."

Nina shivered, her grip tightening on Samantha's buttocks, her breath ragged, warm pulses flowing from her vagina through her abdomen, her nipples standing on end.

"Does that scare you, Nina? Being drenched in my scent? Being marked as mine? Being so utterly humiliated?"

Nina, keeping her eyes on Samantha so that they didn't roll around in her head, shivered uncontrollably. HOW DOES SHE KNOW?! Even after three bottles of wine I wouldn't have told her that!

"Yes, mistress," panted Nina, "that terrifies me!"

Samantha grinned. "Look between my legs, Nina."

Nina looked down. Samantha's pussy was barely far away enough for her to focus on - she saw the damp crease in her panties, the dark pubic hair peeking from the edges, a little mole right where her thigh met her crotch.

"Can you see that I'm just as wet as you are?"

"Yes, mistress," breathed Nina, enthralled.

"Listen carefully, Nina," said Samantha, bucking her hips like a slow pendulum, her grip tight in Nina's hair, her panties just beginning to brush against Nina's nose - "I'm wet because you're terrified. That's the sort of situation you're in, now. The more you whimper, the more you beg me to stop, the wetter I'll get," continued Samantha, as Nina felt Samantha's left hand join her right, cradling the back of her head, "so please feel free to voice your fear of me. Nobody will come and save you. You're mine."

"Please, mistress!" begged Nina, breathing Samantha's intoxicating musk, her spine tingling, her belly glowing, her pussy wet and tensing - "Please don't pee on me!"

"Ask me nicely," said Samantha, her breath unsteady.

Does she think that genuinely scares me, or does she suspect the truth? Is she trying to frighten me, or trying to drive me insane with lust?

Nina tightened her grip on Samantha's bottom, feeling the muscles shift as she moved her hips back and forth, the damp crotch of her underwear gently touching the tip of Nina's nose with every stroke. "Mistress, I'm so scared. I beg of you," she breathed, "from the bottom of my heart - please, please, find it in your heart to relieve yourself somewhere, anywhere other than in my silly little face. Please, just hold it for a few minutes while you use me to make yourself come."

"Hmm." Samantha stroked Nina's hair gently, running her fingers along Nina's scalp. "It really would be unspeakably cruel of me, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, mistress," said Nina, her eyes on the damp fabric slowly moving back and forth over her and in front of her. "I wouldn't be able to stop you, and I'd be humiliated and your lair would get all soggy."

"No, little rabbit, you wouldn't be able to stop me," murmured Samantha. "But you raise a valid point. Humiliating you sounds like fun, but I am rather fond of my lair. So, if you do your job as my sex object sufficiently and get me off in good time, then I probably won't let go when I come." With that, she descended, Nina suddenly engulfed in her heat, her softness, her scent.

Samantha let out a low, quiet moan, and began to rock back and forth. Nina took breaths where she could, her lips parted, her thighs pressed together and tensing, watching Samantha's eyes, her pussy, her eyes, her pussy, squeezing Samantha's bottom tightly, marvelling at her firmness. Stray pubic hairs tickled her nose, fabric wettened further over her lips, Samantha's moans coming faster and louder now, the soft pressure increasing, the grip on her hair tightening.

"I really have to go," murmured Samantha, in between moans.

Nina, waves of pleasure ebbing and flowing inside her, squeezed her thighs tightly together, watching the fabric dampen as Samantha's legs began to shudder.

Was Samantha having an orgasm already? Nina tightened her grip on Samantha's bottom, tried to raise her head a little, pressing her nose and mouth deeper between Samantha's legs. Come, my love. Use me and come for me.

Not yet. The tension on Nina's hair relaxed a little, Samantha running her fingers across Nina's scalp, stroking her - then, suddenly, painfully, a hard tug on Nina's hair, upwards towards Samantha's crotch.

Samantha spoke, her voice light and breathless and uneven. "I can't hold it in anymore, Nina."

Samantha looked down at the squirming Nina, smiled, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Open your mouth."

Nina had her first orgasm at age twenty-three. They had never been easy.

For years, Nina had wondered at the reasons why. Ultimately she decided that there didn't have to be a reason - some people come more easily than others, and sometimes it really is just as simple as that.

At some point she couldn't remember, she'd begun to visualize her orgasm as a knocking on her front door - it seemed at once both absurdly silly and oddly helpful.

Feel the knocking, tentative, gentle, shy. Notice that tiny knock or scratch at the door, and let it in, or it'll go away - and then it's a frustrating exercise in tempting it back again. Then, tense here, relax there, squeeze just like this, and that's how you open the door.

Counter-intuitively, a different process for getting warmed up, a different process for coming down afterwards. Always conscious. Always, the mantra is "I could be about to have an orgasm, so here are the things I do to let that happen." Nothing involuntary about it - always controlled and deliberate.

With three words, Samantha kicked Nina's door off its hinges.

The orgasm came all at once, suddenly, and was like nothing that Nina had ever felt before - it came in waves, yes, but at the center was not a pulse but something more, something almost cyclic, just below her bellybutton; as though some massive engine was turning over, throwing ripples of heaven outwards from the sunfire at her center, beating, expanding, contracting, spinning.

Accelerating. Nina realized with something approaching fear that it was just starting. She was blasted into incoherence, she was utterly out of control of her own body, and it was just getting warmed up.

The engine became a Catherine wheel, throwing tingling sparks all the way to her toes. It grew, became a nuclear whirlwind, warmed her.

The room became lighter as Nina's pupils dilated. Light bloomed, Samantha's thighs turning golden white, a triangle of bright cyan between them. Nina was dimly aware of something hot in her mouth, cotton shivering against her tongue. She squeezed tighter on whatever was in her hands, and it shuddered, and there were noises, a woman moaning, squeaking, crying out.

Then Nina's eyes crossed, and everything got a little blurry and vague.

***

Coherence returned, slowly. The memory of the orgasm, making no sense to the waking mind, went into the same mental recycling bin where all of Nina's dreams went, leaving a gap that felt oddly like waking up after a brief nap. Nina hadn't lost consciousness, but she still felt a roughly similar sensation to waking as continuity returned, her eyes reconverging and focusing on Samantha's.




Mittens



"Are you okay?" said Samantha, breathlessly, her crotch hovering above Nina's mouth. "Your eyes went funny, there."

Nina laughed. It was too absurd not to. "I - heh - you..." she grinned, and gave Samantha's butt a playful squeeze. "You know what you did?"

Samantha's smile faded. "Again? I'm making so many mistakes..."

"You made me come so hard I went cross-eyed, Sam." Nina stroked her hands up Samantha's sides, below her sweater. "Without even touching me."

Samantha grinned. "We must have come at about the same time, then."

"You came too?" Nina laughed. "I was so blissed-out I didn't even notice! Oh, that's awful." She looked up at Samantha with narrowed eyes, her palms reaching Samantha's underarms. "I'll have to make damn sure to pay attention next time." Nina ran her fingers around to Samantha's breasts, feeling the lace, the softness, the pert nipples in the center of her palms. "Wouldn't want to miss a thing like that." Squeeze.

"Mmm. Indeed." Samantha set one palm upon Nina's. "But now I really do have to pee." With that, she wriggled over Nina to the edge of the bed, stood up, and moved shakily towards the ensuite.

Nina watched the turquoise fabric hugging Samantha's behind as she walked, reflected on how firm those perfect buttocks had felt in her hands. "Did you really have to go, all that time?" asked Nina, feeling a warm thrill of excitement in her belly.

"No, it just came on," said Samantha, over her shoulder, closing the door. "I wouldn't have risked that for real," she called, muffled.

Mild disappointment - but it didn't make anything any different about the experience, or about how hard Nina had come, or about just how much that orgasm had taken out of her.

Nina breathed deeply, exhausted, Samantha's scent clinging to her. Idly, she reached down and felt between her legs.

Hot. Soaked. She parted her legs - a wet little sound - and laid a hand gently on her mons. Sensitive.

She heard a trickle in the next room.

Samantha is in there. Panties around her ankles. Exhaling. Feeling sweet relief.

Nina's hand began to move almost of its own accord, the fabric of her underwear squelching.

Maybe she's secretly into that too. Maybe... if I ask her nicely...

Images flashed through Nina's mind. Samantha, grinding her pussy against Nina's mouth; but this time the panties grew wetter, this time something warm trickled through the fabric and over Nina's lips and down Samantha's thighs, this time Samantha shuddered with relief as well as ecstasy. This time, the floodgates opened.

A flush from the ensuite. Nina's fingers crept under her panties, stroked through her pubic hair, made the briefest and most gentle contact with her clitoral hood - and the door opened.

Samantha emerged, her sweater gone, and stood leaning against the door frame, smiling down at Nina.

"Get your hand out of your panties, Nina."

Nina drank her in, reluctantly withdrawing her hand. She let her eyes travel slowly up her friend's body; the inward curves and subtle ridges of her abdomen, her shallow navel, the just-about-visible line of her floating ribs...

Her breasts, nestled in turquoise lace.

Nina had seen Samantha in her underwear before. Shopping trips with comfortably large changing rooms. Last-minute what-do-I-wear decisions. Samantha, oblivious of course, had been topless in front of Nina a few times - for a moment, her back turned, keeping up conversation while Nina reddened and looked at the floor, stealing occasional peeks at Samantha's muscular back, a glimpsed movement of breast, leaving her thrilled and guilty.

This was very, very different.

Nina watched as Samantha slowly brought her right hand up - that bicep! - and gave her right breast a slow, meaningful squeeze, watching Nina closely, her eyes narrowed, her pose casual.

She's enjoying this. She knows she has power over me, and she's enjoying flaunting it.

"Do you want me?" asked Samantha, quietly.

"Yes," breathed Nina.

Samantha smiled. "You've seen me in my underwear before. Little peeks, here and there, naughty bunny." Her finger circled her nipple - pert, erect, just visible through the lace. "But it wasn't like this, was it?"

Nina felt light-headed. "No, mistress."

Samantha walked slowly towards Nina. "Look at me, Nina." She tucked an errant lock of brown hair behind her ear as she walked. "Look at me properly. You have permission, now. Take your time. There's no rush." She came to a stop, maybe two feet from the edge of the bed.

Samantha placed the index finger of her right hand on her throat, and began to run it slowly down her chest. Nina followed its course.

"Do you like my neck, Nina?"

"Yes, mistress..."

"And my collarbone?"

"It's magnificent, mistress..."

Samantha smiled. "And my breasts?"

Nina watched the way Samantha's fingertip slid smoothly over the soft flesh above her bra. She swallowed. "Beautiful."

Samantha paused to circle her areola, and continued down beneath her right breast. "And what of my tummy?" Her finger ran downwards, between the lines of her abdominal muscles.

Nina shivered. "Lickable."

"I've put a lot of work into this tummy, Nina."

"It shows, mistress. You're very beautiful." Nina's voice lowered to barely more than a whisper. "You're very strong."

"You'd better appreciate it," murmured Samantha. "I want you to be properly appreciative of my belly, Nina. And I also want to reward you for being a satisfactory sex object. I won't have you thinking of me as unfair. So, you say you find my abdomen lickable. You may lick it once, now, if you please."

Nina looked up into Samantha's eyes. Samantha nodded, downwards.

Nina shuffled to the edge of the bed, and put out her hands - "Stop right where you are, immediately," said Samantha, quietly. "I didn't say you could touch me. Listen to my instructions, Nina, or I will punish you."

Nina felt an icy chill up her spine, and withdrew her hands. "I'm sorry, mistress."

"Now, Nina, pay attention. You haven't lost your privilege of one lick, but I'm going to spell it out for you, so there won't be any more mistakes." Samantha pointed to just above her panties. "You may lick me in one straight, vertical line, from here - " her finger travelled to just below her breasts - "to here. If you would like to explore, I will allow you to linger at my navel for two or three seconds. Do you understand?"

Nina's breathing was becoming heavier, the anticipation building. "Yes, mistress."

"Good." Samantha gently placed her hand on the back of Nina's head. "Go ahead, Nina."

Nina shuffled forward, being careful to keep her hands behind her back.

"You'll find it easier," muttered Samantha, "if you're not lying on your side, you silly girl."

"I'm sorry, mistress. Would you like me on my hands and knees?"

Samantha took her hand off Nina's head. "That would be an improvement, yes."

Nina got onto all fours on the bed, conscious of her bare breasts swaying beneath her, her face an inch away from Samantha's abdomen. She felt Samantha's hand settle in on her head again.

"Very good, Nina. Now, wet your tongue, and take your lick."

"Thank you, mistress," murmured Nina, struggling to find enough saliva for the long journey ahead of her.

She stuck out her tongue, and let it touch Samantha, just at the very tip. As she slowly crept upwards, she allowed her tongue to flatten - as she passed Samantha's navel, she gently slid into the crevice, probing as much as she dared, for as long as Samantha had given her permission. She travelled upwards, feeling Samantha's hard abdominal muscles under her soft skin. Samantha's grip tightened in Nina's hair, pulling her back a little so that the top of her head wouldn't bump up against Samantha's breasts. At the prescribed stopping point, Nina leaned back and looked up, into Samantha's eyes.

Samantha looked back. "Did you enjoy that?"

More than I thought I would.

"Yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress."

Samantha grinned. "Lie down again, Nina. When we left off, you were admiring me. I quite enjoy being admired, Nina. Let's continue, shall we?" The finger drifted down. "I noticed you lingering at my navel, Nina. Did you find it pleasant?"

Nina looked at the stripe of her own saliva, shining on Samantha's skin. "Yes, mistress."

Nina watched as Samantha dipped her fingertip into her moist navel. "You left a lot of fluid in there, Nina." Samantha brought the fingertip to her lips, and touched the very tip of her tongue to Nina's saliva. "I must say, what I've sampled of you so far has been quite tasty." She narrowed her eyes. "If you're not careful, I might have to eat you alive after all. Now, where were we?" Her fingertip travelled to the line of her panties. "Do you like my underwear, Nina?"

"Yes, mistress." Yes mistress indeed. The color is perfect against her pale skin.

"Then look closely, Nina. Follow my fingertip." It travelled downwards, over Samantha's pubic mound. "Do you like this bump, here?"

Nina smiled. "Very much so, mistress."

"And further down..." Samantha smiled back, tracing her finger around the curve and underneath her. "This little damp patch on my panties. You did that, with your helpless squirming." Samantha lifted her left knee, and placed her foot on the bed. "See the little wet line here, Nina?" She ran the finger downwards, over her clitoris, between her labia. Then, she put the finger just beneath Nina's nose. "And what of my scent?"

"You're so beautiful," said Nina, breathing Samantha's musk, eyes on the soft, damp crease between Samantha's thighs.

Samantha grinned. "Yes, I am, aren't I? And if you're very good, Nina, I'll take off my underwear and let you lick me down there, too. And I love the way you shivered, just then. But first," the finger travelled further down, "what do you think of my thighs?"

Nina watched as Samantha gave her the tour. "See the adductor, here? And the vastus medialis?" Samantha's thigh seemed to change shape as Nina watched, different muscle groups shifting and tensing. "Feel my thigh, Nina."

Nina did as she was told. Samantha's skin was warm and soft - she performed some complex series of tiny movements, and powerful muscles shifted beneath Nina's grip, turning from marshmallows to stone and back again. "Do you feel that?" asked Samantha. "I had these around your neck, just a couple of minutes ago. Doesn't that frighten you, Nina?"

"Yes, mistress." A comfortable truth.

Samantha smiled. "Good." She traced the line down to her calves, showing off each individual muscle in turn, and paused at her ankle. "I never understood the fascination that some people have with feet." She raised her foot, so Nina could see her sole. "Are you one of those strange little perverts who would be reduced to orgasmic delirium if I did this, Nina?" With that, her big toe contacted, very gently, with Nina's lips.

"No, mistress," said Nina, Samantha's toe descending between her lips as she opened them. "But your feet are so beautiful I may change my mind."

"Lick my sole, Nina," said Samantha, quietly. "I want to know what all the fuss is about."

Nina did as she was told, her tongue moving in one slow line from Samantha's heel to between her second and third toes.

"Well, that was pleasant," murmured Samantha, "but I can't say it made me any wetter. A little ticklish, if anything. Nonetheless, I may ask you for a foot massage sometime in the near future." She grinned. "Did I just say 'ask?' What on Earth am I thinking of?"

Her foot left Nina's face and settled into the carpet. "Shall we continue the tour from behind, Nina?" She turned around, slowly. "I know I've got you properly trained, or I wouldn't turn my back on you like this. I'm a sly, wily creature, you know. Now, do you like my hair?"

Nina examined the chestnut waterfall. "Very much so, mistress."

"Smell it, if you like."

Nina knelt up on the bed, nestled her nose into the warmth of Samantha's hair and breathed. She was surrounded by Samantha's scent - shampoo mostly, but deep, dark, rich Samantha beneath. She felt a powerful stirring in her tummy.

"I love you, Samantha." Her words were quiet, but meaningful.

Nina could tell from the sound of Samantha's voice that she was smiling. "I love you too, Nina. Very much so."

Nina felt warmed by the way Samantha told her; a quiet, modest, everyday declaration. She found herself imagining the sofa on a rainy day, curled up with Samantha in front of a movie, hearing those words said so casually. As though it were a simple thing: "I love you."

Samantha looked back over her shoulder, eyes sparkling. "It won't be a terribly effective tour of my back if this bra is in the way, will it? Unfasten it for me, Nina."

Yes. Oh God, yes please.

Nina reached up, took the clasp in her hands, and struggled awkwardly.

"Having trouble, little rabbit?"

"My hands are shaking, mistress - there."

"Good girl. Lie back down again." Samantha shrugged her bra off. Nina saw the edges of her breasts sway as they were released. "Now, observe what I've done to this body." She raised her arms, letting Nina watch the movement in her shoulder blades, the motions of bands of muscle far down to her lower back. "What of my shoulders? See how they move when I do this?" She rotated her left arm, bent it at the elbow, showed off her range of motion.

Nina watched, enthralled, her eyes travelling from shoulder to back to bicep. And I thought I'd already realized how strong she was - how deliciously frightening and thrilling that could be.

I've never made love with a "strong person" before. Just normal people.

She's not a normal person.

"My back, and my shoulders and arms, are like this, Nina, so that I can pick up people who for whatever reason just won't calm down, and hit them with the biggest and heaviest thing I have available to me, which is quite often the planet Earth." She looked back over her shoulder. "My tummy is like that so that I can laugh when people try to knock the breath out of me. But my breasts, Nina..." she reached up and squeezed - Nina saw just the very edge - "they're different. They're like this - big and soft and round - so that you can feel them, and squeeze them, and suck on them, and tell me that you love me."

"I love you."

Samantha smiled. "All in good time. We haven't finished my back, yet. And we're just getting to the best part." She looked forward, bent over just the tiniest measure, reached her hands behind her, and gripped her firm, toned bottom. "A set of three muscles per buttock, with the largest being, of course, the famous gluteus maximus." She slid her left hand up to her lower back, and tensed her left buttock. "See?"

"Magnificent, mistress."

"But what am I thinking?" Samantha looked back over her shoulder. "Not much of a tour if everything's wrapped up in these panties, is it?" She grinned, eyes narrow and sly, and parted her legs slightly. "Pull them down for me, Nina."

Nina hesitated, ran the words through her head again, made sure she'd heard correctly - and shivered. She knelt up, and placed her hands on Samantha's hips.

"Slowly," said Samantha.

Nina took a deep breath, let it out, began to edge the fabric down. Inch by tortured inch she revealed her best friend's bare behind, the panties sliding smoothly over soft skin. She reached the fold where Samantha's buttock met her thigh, and continued down to halfway down her thighs before letting go. The panties fell and puddled around Samantha's ankles, and Samantha stood breathtakingly naked in front of Nina, grinning back down over her shoulder.

"Do you like my ass?"

Nina swallowed. "Yes, mistress."

"Good," said Samantha, "because I don't show it off to just anyone, you know." She raised her right leg outwards, pivoting her torso slowly around her hips to the left, as she spoke. "Not a lot of people appreciate the mechanical perfection of my bottom, Nina. And by the way, if I catch you trying to sneak a look at my genitals while I'm doing this, I'll spend some time appreciating your bottom in a way you won't enjoy." Samantha's body described a T-shape, her left foot on the floor, her right leg at ninety degrees to her left, aligned with her torso. "Just look at my glutes, that's enough for now."

But I could move one inch and see your pussy, moaned Nina inwardly. "Yes, mistress," she said, reluctantly.

"See how the three different muscles interact?" Samantha let her foot down, became upright, legs apart, the Eiffel tower. "See what happens when I do this?" She brought her feet together, raised a knee, placed one foot in front of the other, her muscular buttocks shifting, making new curves. "Everything is more interesting if it's moving, don't you think?"

"True, mistress."

Samantha looked over her shoulder, and smiled. "Am I being exceedingly cruel, Nina? Showing you my bare bottom like this, not letting you touch me, not letting you touch yourself, not moving just that one degree more so that you can finally see my pussy, like you've fantasized about? Is it not the most exquisite torture?"

Nina shuddered. "Yes, mistress. I am in such agony."

"Lovely," said Samantha, softly. She lowered her voice. "Would you like me to lean forward and touch my toes?"

"Yes, mistress!"

Samantha's smile grew broader. "Beg me, then. I like it when you beg me, Nina."

"Please, mistress!" Nina brought her hands together, laced her fingers. "Please! Please show me, please touch me, please let me touch you! I beg of you!"

Samantha looked at the ceiling, pouted, an exaggerated expression of contemplation. "That's some good begging. It's making me even wetter. But, you know..." she looked back over her shoulder. "I hear you say those words, but what I think you really mean is, 'Please, Sam, don't give me what I want. I love to be tortured, I love to be deprived, I love to be frustrated. I love the power you have over me.'" She locked eyes with Nina. "Isn't that true?"

Nina looked up at Sam, opened her mouth, closed it again, looked down, and whispered "Yes."

Samantha scowled. "Yes what, you little bitch?"

Nina recoiled from the words, a shiver running through her. "Yes, mistress," she whimpered.

"You'll have to be punished, for that," murmured Samantha. "But you've put me in an awkward situation. If I turn around to punish you, you'll see what you want to see. If I kick backwards and pin your neck with my foot so that I can shout at you while you're truly helpless, you'll just spend the whole time gazing at my beautiful crotch until you pass out from oxygen deprivation."

The image flashed across Nina's mind - Sam pinning her helplessly to the bed, her foot putting pressure on her throat, and Nina smiling, gazing at her best friend's glistening pussy and the delicious curves of the underside of her butt, the world going grey, while said best friend stood with hands on hips, ranting over her shoulder about how she really mustn't be so disrespectful - and her lips curled up into a grin of their own accord, her diaphragm began moving by itself, and trying to fight the laughter only made it stronger...

Shocked at herself, terrified, she screwed her eyes shut and lowered her face and tried to stop, but the image lodged in her head as clear as day, and she knew that if she didn't stop soon she'd blow it, she'd be left sitting alone on Samantha's bed with her promise to never laugh at her lying shattered...

And then she heard Samantha snorting, snerking, struggling not to laugh herself.

She opened her eyes, and Samantha stood facing her, nude and glorious, laughing with her, and Nina felt no more need to hold back.




Mittens



They laughed together until Samantha put a hand on her belly and Nina's eyes started to stream.

"Talk about - hnk-" said Samantha, in between fits of giggles, her breasts jiggling deliciously with every exhale - "talk about a release of tension!"

Of course, this was the funniest thing that Nina had ever heard, and it set the two of them off again.

At one point, Samantha managed to get out "It wasn't even that funny!" before dissolving back into joyous giggles.

Finally the laughter died down - after one or two flare-ups caused by Samantha and Nina looking at each other - and Samantha stood naked in front of Nina, teeth visible, eyes wrinkled.

She glanced down, then looked at Nina again. She raised an eyebrow, and held up one breast, bigger than Nina had expected, her nipple soft and tan.

"Like my boobs?"

Nina laughed. "Yep."

Samantha stroked a finger through neatly-trimmed, dark brown pubic hair. "Like my cooch?"

Nina grinned, and winked. "Best damn cooch in town, Sam."

"Good. C'mere."

With that, she pounced, shaking the bed as she landed on top of Nina, taking her own weight on her toes and fingertips, and pressed her lips to Nina's.

Nina kissed back, wrapped her arms around Samantha as Samantha settled in, letting her weight down bit by bit - first her breasts touched Nina's, then they pressed softly against her, then Samantha's belly made contact and her hips slid between Nina's thighs. Nina parted her lips and pushed her tongue urgently into Samantha's mouth, sliding her right hand down to Samantha's smooth, firm left buttock and giving it a hard, meaningful squeeze.

Samantha moaned appreciatively into Nina's mouth - delicious little vibrations - and drew back, deep smiling hazel eyes looking brightly into Nina's.

"God I love you, Nina."

Nina smiled back, and ran a finger through Samantha's hair, down her soft, smiling cheek, under her gorgeous chin. "Make love to me, Sam."

"Get those undies off right now, Nina."

"Faster if you do it."

"Right you are," said Samantha, and within one second she was tugging on Nina's underwear.

Nina arched her back, watched Samantha's greedy eyes as they scanned her, took her in - a tug, and her panties were around her knees, her genitals exposed to her best friend and new lover. Another tug, and they were gone, Nina shaking them off her ankle and into Samantha's fingers like a farewell.

Samantha locked eyes with Nina, grinned, and tossed the underwear over her shoulder.

"No more waiting," she murmured, sliding up Nina's body, her breasts soft against Nina's belly. Their noses touched, slid to the side, Samantha's lips pressed against Nina's, and then Nina felt a hand on her breast.

"Mmmph," said Nina.

"Mmm-hmm," said Samantha, and pulled back. "God, do you have any idea how hard it was for me not to do that?" Her splayed fingers stroked across Nina's nipple, making her cry out. "I had to stand there and be all 'No, can't touch your boobs because you'll like that,' and there they were, being all..." she grinned, looking at Nina's chest. "Mmm."

Nina smiled, feeling Samantha's fingers stroke firmly over her left breast. "All 'mmm?'"

"All..." Samantha leaned down. Nina felt hot breath, sudden wetness, her nipple sucked into Samantha's mouth. "Mmm."

"Oh God..." Nina slid her fingers into Samantha's hair as Samantha's hand settled on her right breast, stroking, squeezing gently, her fingertips finding Nina's pert nipple. She felt Samantha's tongue slither around her left areola, flick across the very tip of her nipple, suck more of her breast upwards, pressure, gentle teeth on her breast. With a quiet, wet sound, the seal broke, and Samantha licked Nina's left breast, once, from her ribcage over her nipple to her collarbone to her neck to behind her ear.

Nina's thighs rose of their own accord, her hand slid downwards without her conscious knowledge, and smooth, bare Sam-butt touched Nina's palm. She gripped. She squeezed. She moaned.

"As if I could stand there and not make you come," murmured Samantha into Nina's ear, her grip tight on Nina's right breast. "I was born to make you come." She kissed Nina, forcefully. "God your hand feels good on my ass. Squeeze, love, I like being squeezed..."

Nina took hold of Samantha's bottom in both hands, and tightened her grip; soft skin over firm muscle, toned, undeniably sensual.

"Mmm, yes... Harder..." Samantha's hands were on Nina's face, her eyebrows arched upwards in the center, her eyes closed, moaning, stroking Nina's cheeks, her hair, her grip tightening. Another urgent, pleading kiss, her tongue pushing deep into Nina's mouth.

Nina squeezed as tightly as she could, feeling Samantha's hips slide backwards so that her bottom pressed firmly against Nina's grip, Nina's fingers delving into the warm place between Samantha's buttocks. Samantha pulled back, moaning.

"Give me your tits," breathed Nina, Samantha's saliva trickling from her lips.

"Okay..." said Samantha, similarly breathy, shifting onto her shoulders, arching her back.

Nina's hands left Samantha's bottom and slid up her sides. Samantha's full, round breasts swayed three inches from Nina's eyes and lips, Samantha's nipples pert and wrinkled. Nina gripped with her right hand - soft, heavy, warm, shaking in time to a racing heartbeat - and opened her mouth. Samantha, obligingly, lowered - Nina took a deep breath and felt Samantha's warmth and softness envelop her face, lie heavy on her nose. She sucked, greedy and urgent and indulgent, feeling Samantha's labored breathing, hearing her moans of unabashed pleasure. She found Samantha's nipple - Sam's nipple is in my mouth! - and slid her tongue over it, around it, gave her other nipple a playful tweak between her fingertips, felt Samantha shudder, heard her squeak.

Suddenly this is all happening so fast.

Also, I can't breathe. I am literally drowning in Sam's boobs.

Nina chuckled - the beautiful sound of laughter through a mouthful of breast.

Samantha pulled back. A droplet of Nina's saliva dripped from the tip of her nipple onto Nina's lips. "Are you choking?"

Nina laughed. "What is it with me today? Why is suffocation so funny?"

Samantha smiled, and rolled onto Nina's right side. Nina rolled to meet her, Sam's left hand under her waist and gently gripping her left buttock, her right lying across her hips.

"I'll choke you sometime, if it'd do anything for you," murmured Samantha. "I know some people like that. Once you show me how, I mean."

"If today's anything to go by, it'd probably just make me laugh," said Nina. They kissed - tender, this time, Samantha's hand gently stroking Nina's ass. Through some complicated physical negotiation, Nina got her right arm around Samantha's shoulders, leaving her left hand to fondle and caress Samantha's chest.

Nina pulled back from the kiss, and looked down. Samantha's glorious breasts, of which she had one overflowing handful. Samantha's tummy, still lickable. An inverted triangle of dark pubic hair. Samantha's thighs - her right thigh rising.

Nina looked up, into Samantha's eyes. They were wrinkled at the edges, full of joy and dawning love. "Touch me?" asked Samantha.

"Yeah," agreed Nina, stroking her left hand down Samantha's belly.

Her fingertips touched Samantha's pubic hair - already she felt the heat, the humidity. She slowed, felt the inward curve of Samantha's vulva, the softness of it. She slid her hand underneath her best friend, and cupped Samantha's pussy. Her palm wettened against a hot, slippery inward fold.

"Oh..." moaned Samantha.

Nina curled her middle finger, just the slightest touch - she put pressure just behind Samantha's vulva. She brought her hand upwards and her finger slipped in between Samantha's labia, instantly soaked in warm, slick fluid. Samantha jumped and shivered in Nina's arms. Nina applied pressure with the inward joint of her mid knuckle, burying her middle finger vertically in between Samantha's wet, aching lips, slithering slowly upwards until she felt Samantha's clitoris slide over her finger.

"Ah!" cried Samantha, her eyes closing, her grip tightening almost painfully on Nina's bottom.

"You're so wet," murmured Nina.

"F-f-" Samantha screwed her eyes shut, looked down, bit her lip, held Nina close. "For you, m-my love..."

Nina smiled, and began to move her hand back and forth, coating it in Samantha's wetness. She watched Samantha squirm and wriggle, listened to her moans and cries. Samantha's pussy was hot, slick, intimate. She fondled Samantha's clitoris, ran her fingers through her labia, stroked gently around her vagina - not yet penetrating her, just teasing, saying hello. Within a very few strokes, Samantha was incoherent, her cries growing louder and higher.

Nina continued stroking between Samantha's lips, the soft bump of Sam's clitoris on her palm. Samantha opened her eyes, her eyebrows raised in agonizing pleasure, and locked eyes with Nina.

"Yes," said Nina, looking deep into Samantha's eyes, "watch me. Watch me watch you. I want to make you come. I want to watch you come, this time."

Samantha bucked, her head moving back and forth, her teeth visible and shining, her eyes wet. "Djh!" she said. "Nnn - s-so c-c-"

Nina smiled. "Come for me."

Samantha's eyes widened. Her grip on Nina's buttock tightened, her fingers digging in between. Her thighs shook, her tummy trembled, and still she did not close her eyes or look away. "Oh!" she cried, her eyes glistening, her thigh closing and tightening on Nina's hand. "O-o-OH!" Her breasts shook, swayed, trembled with her convulsion. Nina's hand wettened. "Oh! M-my! Goodness!"

"Oh my goodness?" She says "Oh my goodness" when she comes?

Awesome!

Nina watched her best friend orgasm in her arms. And it was a big one. Samantha shook and trembled in waves, her whole gorgeous body rhythmically spasming, still looking earnestly into Nina's eyes.

"Hunuh!" said Samantha. "Nuhnuhnuhnuhnuh!"

"Really?"

"Hebene!"

Nina grinned. "That so?"

Samantha's teeth clenched, her buttocks tensed, her thighs clamped painfully onto Nina's hand, encasing it in hot woman - Nina felt the ring of slippery muscle at the entrance to Samantha's vagina clenching, almost trying to envelope Nina's fingertip.

In there, next, thought Nina, as Sam said something like "Jhst!" and sprayed Nina's lips with a fine mist of hot saliva. Inside Sam. All the way inside.

Nina watched, looking deeply into Samantha's eyes, feeling touched deeply herself.

"I love the noises you make, Sam."

"Hurrurrurr... rrr..."

Finally the convulsions spread out, faded, leaving behind only little tremors and aftershocks. Samantha exhaled, still looking into Nina's eyes.

"Than-" her hips spasmed, and she tried again. "Thank you."

Nina grinned. "Any time, Sam." She closed her eyes, leaned in, touched Samantha's lips with her own, bringing up her wet left hand and hugging as close as she could, pressing herself deeply against Samantha, warm and supple and damp with sweat.

The kiss broke, and Nina felt Samantha's head go to the side of her own, Samantha's embrace tight, almost painful. "I haven't come like that since..." Samantha laughed - Nina felt every chuckle as though they were her own. "Oh God, I don't even know how long!"

Nina grinned. "Want another?"

Samantha pulled back, looked into Nina's eyes, grinning herself. "Definitely. But I want to make you come, too."

Nina freed her right hand from underneath Samantha, and with it, took hold of Samantha's left breast. "Together?"

Samantha smiled. "If I can concentrate, while you're doing that to me."

Nina parted her thighs. Samantha looked down.

"Door's open," said Nina, and kissed Samantha, briefly, tenderly. "Come on in."

Samantha's hand found Nina's abdomen, between her navel and her pubic hair. "I - Nina, this..."

"What is it, Sam?"

"This may not be the best time to mention it, but..." she looked up, into Nina's eyes. "Well, I..." she looked down. "You might have to be patient with me. I'm..."

Nina looked into Samantha's eyes. "Is this your first time with another woman, Sam?"

Samantha chuckled - to Nina, it seemed a little nervous. "Well... yes."

Nina hesitated. Careful, Nina. She's made herself very vulnerable to you. Don't screw this up.

"And you made me come that hard?" said Nina. "And you'd never done this before?"

Samantha smiled - a little modestly, perhaps.

She's smiling. Keep it up.

"My God, Sam," said Nina, playfully squeezing Samantha's left breast, "what're you going to be like once you've figured out my buttons?! That was the baseline, without any practice?"

Samantha's cheeks, already reddened, began to flare. "Really, though, I wasn't even trying to make you come, that time..."

Nina laughed. "'I wasn't even trying,' she says!"

Samantha chuckled. "You know what I mean. It's hard sometimes to repeat something you did by accident. I don't know how to... y'know, how to touch you."

"Then don't worry about making me come, Sam," said Nina, quietly, stroking her left hand downwards over Samantha's tummy. "Explore me. Get to know me, down there, and if I come, I come - and if not, then I'll come later." She touched her lips to Samantha's. "Even if you don't know what you're doing, you'll get the idea and I'll come sooner or later. Are you in any huge hurry?"

Samantha giggled. "It is only midday."

"Wanna make love to me for hours, Sam?"

Samantha looked at Nina, lovingly, her eyes softened. "As long as either of us has the strength to move."

"Touch me, Sam." With that, Nina slid her fingers through Samantha's pubic hair, and buried her middle finger between Samantha's labia.

"Oh..." breathed Samantha, and moved her fingers downward, slowly. Nina raised her knee a little higher, languorously moving her hand back and forth from Samantha's vagina to her clitoris and back again, watching her face.

"Feel me," breathed Nina, tingling, as Samantha's finger stroked delicately over her clitoral hood. "Every inch."

Samantha's fingertip slid between Nina's labia, gentle, cautious. Nina's breath caught - "Mm. Yes..." she closed her eyes, moving her finger back and forth in Samantha's wetness. "That feels good, Sam. Keep going."

"You're so wet," murmured Samantha, her fingertip circling the entrance to Nina's vagina. "Can I go inside a little?"

Nina opened her eyes, stroking a finger over Samantha's erect nipple, watching her tremble. "Yes." She slipped her own fingertip a little lower, pushed gently against Samantha's opening. "May I touch you inside too, mistress?"

Samantha shivered. "Together."

"Mmm..." Nina pressed her lips to Samantha, straightened her index finger, and pushed slowly into Samantha's vagina. Samantha let out a happy sigh into Nina's mouth, and Nina felt herself penetrated, Samantha's finger sliding through her opening and deep inside her, delightfully full.

Two quiet squelches, two soft moans.

"Oh..." breathed Samantha.

"That feels wonderful," said Nina, dreamlike.

"You're all... You're..."

"Tell me, Sam. What do I feel like?" Nina felt Samantha's finger begin to move inside her, timid but curious.

"Warm, and..." Samantha let out a funny little squeak, and Nina felt Samantha tighten around her finger. "And soft, and slippery, and, and alive..."

Nina clenched. "Feel that?"

Samantha only moaned in response, and clenched down herself, tightening and gripping around Nina's finger. Nina curled her hand around Samantha and pushed in deeper, up to her knuckle. She felt Samantha do the same, feeling slippery friction inside and out, tingling, warming.

Samantha looked down. She smiled. "I'm up to my knuckle in you... I've never been inside someone like this." She looked into Nina's eyes. "I can feel your heartbeat."

Nina grinned. "Isn't it awesome?" She slid backwards inside Samantha, felt her smoothness and her textures, then curled her fingertip towards Samantha's navel.

Samantha's eyes widened. "Ah!"

Nina laughed, kissing Samantha's smooth neck, her fragrant hair tickling Nina's cheeks. "Nice?"

Samantha giggled into Nina's ear. "Very. Where's yours..."

Nina felt Samantha's finger wriggle around inside her, searching, probing. She moaned, and began to buck her hips, the glow intensifying inside her. "It's somewhere in there... Back out a little..."

With a tiny sucking sound, Nina felt herself empty.

"Whoops," said Samantha. "Too far... but what's this?"

The sun rising inside Nina gave way to sparks as Samantha's fingertip slid upwards over her urethra to touch her clitoris. She cried out, and squeezed Samantha's breast.

"A button!" said Samantha, ecstatic, her fingertip moving.

Nina's eyes closed as she moaned, her hips writhing, something building inside her. "Oh God, Sam..." Her left hand curled, her finger inside hot, pulsing Samantha, the knuckle of her thumb gentle on the nubbin of Samantha's clitoris, her thumbtip touching moist pubic hair, her palm slick and warm.

"Am I doing it right?" asked Samantha, her breathing fast and heavy.

"Yes!" cried Nina.

Samantha's fingertip accelerated - and Nina felt the wet lips of her pussy gently pushed apart, and two fingers sliding up inside her, a third finger gently gripping between her buttocks.

"It's like a little joystick!" cried Samantha.

Nina burst into laughter - which tightened her around Samantha's fingers, brought a rush of oxygen into her lungs, threw the first wave of her orgasm against her like a tsunami of rocket fuel, and hurled her merrily into orbit.

Blast off.

***

She's coming! thought Samantha. I'm making her come!

Samantha gazed lovingly into Nina's closed eyes, watched her writhe and jerk, listened to her joyous cries.

I did that! On purpose this time!

Samantha watched a droplet of sweat run between Nina's shaking breasts. Her vision blurred a little.

This is so beautiful. Look at the redness in her cheeks. Look at the way she's moving. Look at her eyes, closed in ecstasy...

Nina's eyes opened, her hips bucking, and she gazed back at Samantha as she rode her orgasm.

Oh!

Say something! Say it sexily, too!

"Come for me, love," purred Samantha.

Nina screwed her eyes shut, threw back her head, and let out an inhaling yell - her grip tightened on Samantha's left breast, and Samantha felt her finger moving inside, deep and firm.

Samantha clenched around Nina's finger, remembering how good it felt when Nina did the same to her. She squeezed Nina's buttock tightly, hoping that she liked that too.

Keep up the stimulation, Sam - keep touching her like that, that's good, no need to vary right now. She's happy.

I'm happy.

Slowly, the spasms faded out, decreased in both intensity and frequency, and Nina panted against Samantha. She twitched, around Samantha's fingers. Samantha kissed her tenderly on the top of her head.

"Wow," panted Nina, and swallowed.

Samantha rested her face on top of Nina's head, and breathed in the scent of her hair. She gave Nina's finger a little squeeze - feeling deliciously full and content.

She sniffed.

Nina moved against her, looked up. Her expression changed.

"You okay, Sam?"

Samantha sniffled some more. Oh, don't be silly now, Sam...

"I'm better than okay," she said, her voice unsteady. "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Nina smiled. Her hair was messy, her cheeks were red, and she was sweating. It was a good smile. She leaned towards Samantha and kissed her tenderly just below her left eye, removing the tear before it went further. Then her lips were against Samantha's - soft, tender, slow.




Mittens



Meaningful.

"You did that, Sam."

Tell her. Tell her, because it feels so good when you tell her, and it feels so good when she tells you.

"I love you, Nina."

Nina's finger resumed its movement - slowly, lovingly stroking inside of Samantha. "I love you too, Samantha. Deeply. I've loved you for a long time, now."

"So have I," said Samantha. She sniffled. "Conned myself into thinking it was platonic, until very recently. Maybe it was, for a little while."

Nina grinned. "That's where we differ, me being a horny little animal and all." She touched Samantha's clitoris, softly, with the palm of her hand. An intimate, and yet - counter-intuitively - calming touch. "I've pretty much always wanted to pounce you."

Samantha laughed, gently sliding her fingers out of Nina. Her vagina made a wet little sound that sounded to Samantha like longing. Her fingers felt cold, outside of Nina. "I promise this won't happen every time," she said, wiping around her eyes with the back of her hand. "Just... got a little overwhelmed, there, when I saw you have your orgasm."

"It's okay," said Nina, her finger slowing, coming to a stop. "We can cuddle for a while, if you'd like."

Samantha heard Nina, and understood - a break for a lazy cuddle did sound nice, and they could always have more intimate fun later. But...

Look at the way it moves on my fingers.

"Maybe..." said Samantha, indecisive. She parted the two fingers close to her eyes, watched Nina's fluid briefly web between her fingers, sticky and slippery at once. The scent had a familiar theme - like Samantha's own genitals, but with subtly different notes. Lighter. Sweeter, almost.

She was suddenly conscious of Nina watching her. She refocused, looking through her fingers at Nina.

Is this strange? To smell you, and not be coy about it?

Samantha grinned, opened her mouth, and touched her wet fingertips to her tongue. She looked into Nina's eyes as she tasted her juices - the flavor was subtle, tangy, organic. She gave up any pretense at subtlety and closed her mouth around her knuckles, sucking unashamedly, watching Nina's pupils widen, feeling her finger begin to move again.

I'm tasting Nina's pussy.

It's not too bad.

The flavor diminished, Samantha slowly brought her fingers out of her mouth, sucking to the tip. She smiled, licked her lips, and clenched her pussy around Nina's finger, and squeezed Nina's buttock in her left hand.

I can be sexy. Even ten seconds after being all teary, I can totally be sexy. Even when my left hand's been under Nina's butt for so long that it's completely fallen asleep, I can still be sexy.

Nina swallowed. "You, Sam, are sexy."

Samantha smiled, proud and vain. "I know."

"Do I taste okay?"

"You taste like happiness." Samantha hesitated. "Also pussy. You taste like pussy. Your pussy, I mean, not you in general. Your pussy tastes like pussy, is what I'm saying."

Oh, Sam, that was smooth.

Nina grinned. "It's an acquired taste." Samantha felt Nina's finger slide out of her - a sudden empty feeling. "Takes some getting used to, that first time, huh?" Nina brought her hand up to her lips.

Samantha moved, her mouth open, and ambushed Nina's finger. It had a flavor.

"That's not fair," said Nina. "Mmm. And it's especially unfair of you to make me enjoy it," she murmured, as Samantha rolled her tongue around Nina's fingertip, tasting herself - richer and darker than Nina, more flavorful, contrasting, bitter.

Odd that my own taste should be more objectionable.

"Easy prey," muttered Samantha, as Nina reluctantly withdrew her finger.

Samantha locked eyes with Nina, and leaned forward until they touched noses. She grinned, wide and hungry.

"I want more."

Nina touched her lips to Samantha's, briefly. Then, she rolled over onto her back. "Are you sure?"

Samantha looked down the length of Nina's body - scanning over her breasts, her tummy, settling on her crotch. "I want to try."

"Take your time," said Nina, quietly, and parted her legs.

Samantha mounted Nina.

Press your boobs against her, she seems to like that.

Samantha lowered herself, and slipped her tongue into Nina's mouth.

"Mmmph," said Nina, and she gave Samantha's bottom a gentle squeeze.

Gonna have to tell her I like my butt-squeezings a lot harder than that. Maybe I should ask her for a spanking. Samantha smiled, which made it hard to continue kissing. That'd be a turnaround. We could be spanking buddies! She turned her attention to Nina's neck, licking and nibbling. We could bicker about whose turn it is to get spanked. She breathed, hot, onto Nina's collarbone, listening to her contented, lustful sighs. We could get paddles and such. I'd be her dominatrix, but every now and then she'd give me a spanking - that works, doesn't it? Is that against the rules?

She proceeded lower.

I love Nina's boobs. Samantha took one breast in her hand, squeezed gently, and slowly dragged her teeth across the soft flesh. Nina wriggled pleasingly below her. She sucked, briefly, on Nina's nipple, swirling her tongue around the areola - but we've got business elsewhere. Note to self; just suck on Nina's tits for like half an hour, later.

She travelled impatiently down Nina's abdomen - Note to self; lick every inch of her for like half an hour per square half-foot, later - until Nina's pussy was in sight.

Samantha stared.

Only really caught a glimpse before. I was so impatient to get back to hugs and kisses and touching.

"Like what you see?" asked Nina.

Samantha looked up - because she knew Nina would be smiling, didn't want to miss any smiles. She wasn't disappointed, and she returned the smile with one of her own. "You're so beautiful, Nina."

"Thank you. Sam, take your time. Really. You don't have to jump straight into making me come again."

Samantha nodded, turning her gaze back between Nina's legs. "Oh, I plan to have a good look round first, if that's okay with you."

"More than okay - ah!"

What was that? Oh, breathing on her. Right. Samantha grinned.

Nina's vulva described a glistening vertical line, soft-looking outer lips, the slick inner lips just barely peeking between, a pert swelling above. Samantha gazed happily at her best friend's most intimate place, and reached out a finger - almost reverently - to stroke gently between Nina's labia and her thigh. The entire area was slick.

Samantha closed her eyes and breathed deeply. That's her scent. Stronger, down here. This is what Nina smells like when she's in the throes of ecstasy.

I should look. She's letting me look at her. She's letting me take all the time I want to explore her.

Samantha reopened her eyes, touched Nina's labia with the index and middle fingers of her right hand, and carefully, delicately opened Nina up. There was a warm, slippery sound, and a contented exhale from Nina.

Samantha felt her breath catch in her throat. I'm looking right into Nina's open pussy. Right inside her.

Nina's insides were champagne pink, and shining. Lighter and richer in color than the rest of her crotch - her inner labia were small, interestingly textured.

"You're dripping," said Samantha, breathless.

"This surprises you?" said Nina.

"I suppose it shouldn't..." Samantha ran a careful finger over Nina's inner labia, first the left and then the right - so soft and pliant that they were hard to even feel. She dipped her fingertip into the well of warm, pale juices collecting at Nina's vagina, and pulled back, watching a strand of fluid form between their bodies, sparkling before breaking.

She looked up, to see Nina watching her. She grinned at Nina, then looked down, to her fingertip - she pushed it gently inside Nina, to the second knuckle, watching the way Nina's lips slipped inwards to caress Samantha on her way in. Nina wriggled, and squeezed Samantha's fingertip. Samantha slithered backwards and out, brought her fingertip to her mouth, sucked. Looked at Nina.

Samantha smiled, let Nina's labia slip back together, and closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of Nina's pussy on her nose, her lips. She took hold of Nina's hips and slowly lowered her face until she felt pubic hair tickle underneath her nose, something wet and soft barely touching her top lip, the warmth of Nina's thighs covering her ears. She took a long, deep breath, inhaling Nina's musk, taking her in.

Tenderly, languorously, Samantha kissed Nina's vulva.

Nina moaned - it sounded relieved and content. Samantha kissed Nina's pussy as though it were her lips, Nina's juices flowing onto her skin.

Such a strange quality to Nina's wetness. Neither thick nor thin, almost oily.

She parted her lips a little, angling just slightly to the left, and gently sucked Nina's right outer labia. The tip of her nose wettened as Nina sighed happily. Samantha half-opened her eyes, to watch Nina through the blur of her pubic hair.

The things she does with her eyebrows!

Samantha brought her tongue forward.

Let me taste you... from the very source...

Samantha opened her mouth a little wider and, tentatively, cautiously, slid her tongue in one soft, long, wet upward stroke. She felt the tip of her tongue sinking into the deep, hot, flavorful opening of Nina's vagina, then the slick folds of her labia on either side, then - with an accompanying "Ah!" from Nina - the tiny bump of her clitoris.

Slow, slow, slow. Like she said, take your time.

She watched Nina's face as she moved her tongue in a tiny circle, running her tongue first leftwards between Nina's labia and her clitoral hood, then over the top and down the other side, through those sweet, fragrant folds - then, with an impish grin, Samantha flicked her tongue upwards, just once, directly against the sensitive nubbin of Nina's clitoris.

Nina gripped the bed, her back arching.

Fuck "slow."

Samantha grinned, closed her eyes, and buried her face in Nina's pussy.

"Oh, God!" cried Nina, her hands suddenly in Samantha's hair.

Samantha frolicked in Nina, slithering an insatiably curious tongue between every fold, across every crevice and protuberance, relishing the differences in texture, heat and flavor between one area and the next. She licked the smooth, slick softness between Nina's lips; she licked the warm, hairy coarseness to the sides and above. She felt the resistance of her most sensitive point; she tasted shallowly at the entrance to her inner depths.

And why shallowly?

Samantha straightened her tongue, opened her mouth wide, settled her teeth on Nina's pubis and pushed her tongue through a circle of tightness and inside Nina, as deeply as she could.

"Oh, Sam!"

Samantha tightened her grip on Nina's hips, swirling her tongue around inside her, divided equally between exploration and pleasuregiving. She felt Nina's movements around her tongue; little shifts and squeezes. Her light, tangy flavor brightened and intensified as Samantha pushed deeper, determined to taste every inch of her friend. New flavors emerged; musky, dark, intimate, deep Nina flavors, that Samantha unconsciously regarded as Nina's true taste. So lost was Samantha in her own world of Nina's heat and womanly wetness that she almost didn't notice Nina's moans coming faster and louder, her vagina tensing, her hips writhing.

She opened her eyes and watched Nina, writhing on the bed, her breasts shaking.

This is what she truthfully looks like, without those silly clothes that the law says we have to wear.

Samantha pushed her face against Nina, pressed her nose into her pubic hair, slid her tongue deeper until it began to hurt.

This is what she truthfully tastes like, deep inside where she keeps hidden.

Samantha slid her hands upwards, taking Nina's nipples between her fingers, stroking them, tugging gently.

This is what she truthfully feels like, in the hands of someone she can show herself to.

Nina's eyes shot open, her voice became higher, she looked down at Samantha rolling her nipples between her fingers, squeezing, twisting - and she cried out, one long howl of surprised ecstasy.

This is what she truthfully sounds like, when the world isn't forcing her to do silly things that inexplicably don't involve orgasms.

Nina shook, and became suddenly hotter and wetter in Samantha's mouth. The flavor was potent, and Samantha felt Nina clench around her tongue. She held on, tasting Nina's orgasm as it rushed through her in rolling, crashing waves.

Nina is coming in my mouth!

Samantha listened to her cries, the sounds muffled and distorted by Nina's thighs tensing and releasing around her ears. She tried to match the rhythms of her stroking and licking to the intensity of Nina's convulsions, until they began to lessen, the world slowly returning to its normal calm, everyday self, albeit maybe a watt or two brighter.

Finally Nina lay still and panting. Samantha gave her one last long, slow lick, from perineum to pubic hair, and climbed up her sweaty body to her face.

Nina's eyes, sparkling, opened. "Hey," she panted, with a crimson-cheeked smile.

Samantha grinned back with wet lips. "Hello, there."

Nina wrapped her arms around Samantha in a weak, trembly embrace. "You've gotta let me taste you too, Sam," she breathed. "But I need a few minutes to recover, first."

"Take all the time you need, love," said Samantha. "C'mere." She took hold of Nina and rolled over so that she was on her back, Nina nestled comfortably against her breast.

Nina laughed. "You toss me around like I barely weigh an ounce." She closed her eyes and sucked casually on Samantha's nipple.

Samantha touched the back of Nina's head, feeling her nipple gently sucked and licked, Nina's mouth warm and loving.

Samantha's tummy was warm. Nina nestled in the crook of her arm, her hips against Samantha's. "I love you, Nina."

Nina broke contact with Samantha's breast, leaving it wet and shining in the afternoon sun. "I love you too, Sam."

Already it becomes the normal. It still makes me shiver - and it makes me shiver more to think that this might just be forever.

"Rest your eyes a few minutes, love."

"Mmm." Nina laid her head on Samantha's chest.

Samantha stroked Nina's hair. She licked her lips - marked with Nina's scent.

Birds sang outside the window. Nina rose and lowered on Samantha's chest, her eyes closed, her breath gradually slowing.

Samantha regarded her, watched the way her eyelids fluttered.

She can hear my heartbeat.

My hand feels good on her head.

This is very relaxing.

Samantha settled, tiny movements, making herself comfortable in case Nina fell asleep, which was starting to look likely.

This room smells strongly of lesbian sex.

Samantha grinned to herself.

Now I know what lesbian sex smells like.

Her head sank slowly into the pillow. Does this mean I'm a lesbian?

...maybe. Girls taste funny, but boobs are great. I like men, but I like Nina more.

Am I comfortable being bisexual?

...okay. Sure. Better question, am I comfortable being Sam?

She sighed happily.

Yup.

And what of the whips and gags and stuff? Nina says I was good at being Scary-Sam, but that was hard. Also strange. Also exciting.

Samantha pondered for a moment, then smiled.

Who am I kidding? Everything I do is hard, strange and exciting.

I've just gotta think things through, that's all.

Especially that stuff I've got in mind about the mittens.

Samantha kissed Nina on the top of her head - her hair smelt like love.

"We're in no rush," whispered Samantha. "We're just getting started."

She let her head sink back against the pillow.

I might just close my eyes for a few minutes myself.

Samantha matched her breathing to Nina's, feeling her heartbeat.

A car passed outside the house. The world went by.

Samantha and Nina stayed exactly where they were.

***

Samantha: Are you joking? It can't end there!

Nina: You're damn straight, Sam! For Heaven's sake, it's called "Mittens," and we haven't gotten to the mittens yet! I'll have to write faster if I'm going to finish this thing before Christmas.

Samantha: Nina, it's February.

Nina: I know. :-/

Samantha: Guess I'll have to edit faster, then. We'll both just have to keep on going, but this is getting long already. It was fifteen thousand words before you finally got to the part with my panties down - that's no sort of pace for a porno short. People want to get off faster than that!

Nina: You have a bad habit of inviting me over for a quickie and having it turn into a novel-length affair, Sam.

Samantha: You're as guilty as I am, love. So what do we do?

Nina: We'll do it in episodes. Let's cut it there, and paste this chatlog in so people know it's not over, and they get a taste for what's coming next.

Samantha: What, like a preview of the next episode, sort of thing?

Nina: Yeah, something like that.

Samantha: What DID happen next?

Nina: Some of it was honestly pretty unremarkable. The minutia of daily life. We both played hookie and had Sexy Antics the following day, but really we both had jobs to go to, circuits to make, toast to eat. But we'll gloss over that, and get straight to the two sexy ladies having lots of sexy sex. Also relationship stuff, and blossoming love and all that sappiness. But mostly sexy sex. WEIRD sexy sex, the sort people like to read about when no-one's looking, this is going on the internet after all.

Samantha: Coming up soon!

Nina: Yes, coming up soon on "Mittens!"

Samantha: Shy discussion of various secret fantasies, followed almost immediately by not-so-shy exploration of said fantasies, and the sometimes unexpected ways in which reality doesn't measure up - and the other ways in which it's even better!

Nina: And butt stuff!

Samantha: Yes, butt stuff. And here's me trying to lure the reader in with the more romantic, cerebral aspects of the beginnings of our relationship. The stuff about the heart and the head, not so much the asshole.

Nina: You've gotta cast a wide net here, Sam. When we publish this, people won't be reading it expecting to see a bunch of diary entries and circuit diagrams. They'll want to Jill off while they read about you torturing my ass until I come with the force of a nuclear blast.

Samantha: All right. You do have a really cute little asterisk.

Nina: Sam shows me a really, really impractical and even somewhat dangerous sex toy she's invented herself!

Nina: AND IT'S FUCKING TERRIFYING

Samantha: Yet strangely alluring!

Nina: Only to perverts like me.

Samantha: And me.

Nina: And our theoretical readers. Hopefully.

Samantha: Nina wallows in delightful mental and emotional torment, not knowing when or whether to confess to me her filthy little pee-related kinks!

Nina: Sam, if you say that then it's kinda obvious you know about them. Spoilers.

Samantha: And if I don't, then they'll think all that stuff about the little predator's room wasn't going to go anywhere.

Nina: Sam researches erotic humiliation, both from myself and on her own, exploring her own fetish for learning! We try out the basics, I come to a new appreciation of just how remarkable my new lover really is, and then Sam, BEING SAM, takes it to some truly BIZARRE but LOVELY places!

Samantha: Like right now! Nina, type more gently, you're jiggling my keyboard.

Nina: For the benefit of the readers at home (on on the bus, or crossing their legs guiltily and blushing in the dentist's waiting room, hooray for e-readers! It means that people can't see you're reading porn. Except when you're crossing your legs and blushing, of course...




Mom and Son



I was lying in bed watching my beautiful wife prepare for bed. She had just stepped out of the shower. I was admiring the beauty of her nakedness as I could easily watch her toweling off. Her breasts were medium size with a firmness that allowed her nipples to point forward. Her torso was very shapely with a narrow waist line. After giving birth to our son, she had exercised to restore her original curves. I could see the slight crease of her shaved pussy while she was in the standing position. Her long slender legs always looked so sexy when wearing a dress. Now I could see the full length from her toes to her crotch. I looked up to see her face. Her lips looked so desirable to be kissed. Her long blond hair flowed down the sides of her face and back. I’m so lucky to have her as my wife. She will soon be in bed with me. 

While watching her, I started to reminisce. When I was a boy growing up with my mom and dad, I was very curious to see what a girl looked like without any clothes. I didn’t have a sister to peek at. But, I was always tempted to catch a glimpse of mom. 

I took any opportunity to glance at a girl, young or old, when any hidden flesh became exposed.

Several times Dad noticed my bold stares and said, “Son, you know you should respect the privacy of others. I know you are curious, but you should be more discrete. Someday, you will have a wife to satisfy all your curiosities.”

I was always shy around girls in High School and was not popular with them. Therefore, I rarely dated but I always liked to look. Graduation day came when I was eighteen and I was still a virgin. 

Mom was becoming disgusted with me for my attempts to peek at her when partially clothed. Then one night Dad came into my bedroom to say, “Your mom and I have talked about your habit of peeking at her. We know you are just curious about girls like most boys are at this age. We feel that it will be a healthy thing for you to actually see. You are old enough now to understand about sex and the female form.”

He continued, “Come in the bedroom with me.”

I followed dad into my parents bedroom. Mom was dressed in a nightie. She was sitting in front of the mirror combing her long hair. Even though she was “an old lady”, my cock was instantly hard and pushed out my pajamas. 

Dad said, “Mom is going to show you what a naked girl looks like.”

I just stared as mom continued to brush her hair for another minute, then got up to face me. She lifted the hem of her nightie up over her head. Her breasts were pointing straight at me. I knew I sucked on them years ago, but they had not been exposed to me in a long time. I quickly looked down to see the hair at her crotch. I was mesmerized and just stared. This is what I’ve always want to see. 

Dad said, “Guess this is a big surprise. You’ve been trying to get a glimpse of her for a long time. What do you think now?”

I was too dumbstruck to answer, but continued to stare. 

Mom smiled at me, then said, “Maybe I should get over here on the bed to teach him about a girl’s body.”

She laid on the bed and spread her legs. “Come on over here for a closer look.”

I moved to the edge of the bed. I was embarrassed because I assumed they could see my cock trying to burst out of my pajamas. 

Mom ran her fingers down over her pussy. Then she spread the lips for me to see.

She said, “Now if you look closely, you will see my hole.”

I moved closer but didn’t touch her. She moved her finger up and down her opened lips, then I watched as she put one finger in her hole. I felt like I was about to cum in my pajamas I was so turned on.

She watched my face to see my reaction. “Now, would you like to feel and put you finger in?”

I was so nervous and excited as my shaking finger felt up and down her slit, then put my finger in her.

Dad observed, then said, “Son, what do you think now about a girl’s body?”

“Wow, this is exciting.”

Mom said, “There’s a little more I want to show you.”

She moved her finger up her slit, “See this little button. This is the spot that really gets a girl sexy. Lightly rubbing this will do wonders for a girl.”

Dad looked at mom, then said, “I think this young man has learned a lot tonight. It’s very obvious with the bulge I see in his pajamas. What do you think we should do about it?”

Mom hesitated a few seconds then quickly responded, “Oh..., No...., you don’t really mean.......” Her words trailed off.

At the time, I didn’t know what they were talking about.

Dad continued to talk to Mom, “It would be a learning experience for him and you are on the pill”

Mom hesitated as if in deep thought, then said, “I guess it would be alright.”

She looked at me to say, “Your dad wants you to learn some more. Take your pajamas off.”

I was a little embarrassed because I had not been fully naked in front of mom in quite a while.

Dad reassured me, “Take them off like your mother said. You’re really going to get a thrill.”

I took off my top first, then lowered and stepped out of my pajama bottoms. My very hard cock was pointing straight at mom.

She took it in her hand to squeeze it, “My darling little boy, you have a very big one. And it is rock hard. You have really grown up to be a man.”

She continued, “Come on up here on top of me. I think you will like what we are going to do, and I think I will like it too.”

Mom spread her legs and helped me move on top of her. She said, “Put your weight on your elbows so that you don’t mash me. Now I’m going to aim your hard one.”

She put her hand on my cock and tugged for me to move it toward her. Her hand was just too much for me and I began shooting cum on her hand and crotch before I could get it in. I was panting and groaning as my body pressed on her. I could feel my cock pushing near her pussy, but had missed the hole. 

She laid still with her hand holding my cock until I recovered. She gave me a slight push to get me off of her. 

She softly said, “Don’t worry about it. I can understand. Dad, get two towels for us so we can clean up.”

Dad gave us the towels as mom cleaned herself and I did the same without a word being spoken.

Finally, Dad broke the silence, “Let him try again. I’m sure he can be ready in a couple of minutes.”

Mom had her legs spread while cleaning up. I could clearly see her pussy and ass. My cock was already beginning to get hard again.

Mom held it in her hand to squeeze and jack it a little. She then lowered her head to take it in her mouth. That was the most erotic feeling I ever had. My buddies had talked about this, but I didn’t think a girl would do it. My cock was now very hard. 

Mom said, “I think you are ready again. You probably won’t cum as fast this second time. Lie on your back and let me get on top this time.”

I was so naive I didn’t know about this position. I had always assumed the guy would be on top. 

Mom was squatting over me as she lowered herself. She held my cock this time and I didn’t shoot off like I did a few minutes ago. I could feel my cock entering her warm body. It felt so good. Once she settled fully down on me, she squeezed my cock in a pulsating fashion. I was thrilled and thought I would cum soon. 

She started up and down movements and rotated her body on me, too. She was beginning to breath hard as I watched her finger rub the little button she told me about. I knew I was about to cum, but it surprised me when she started screaming and gasping for air. I thought I had hurt her. Her pussy was grabbing at my cock causing me to shoot spurt after spurt in her. Soon, mom’s body stopped quivering and jerking. She slumped forward with her breasts pressed into my body. I glanced at dad to notice he had been intently watching us. 

Mom rolled off and laid by my side. “Sonny boy, you are now a man. Your wife is going to love sex with you someday.”

Dad said, “Alright, son, you have had your lesson for tonight. You can go to your own bedroom now.”

I was brought back to the present time as I watched my beautiful wife walk out of the bathroom to get in bed with me. I will always cherish that wonderful experience with my mom so many years ago. 

As my wife and I had sex that night, I wondered if she would give our son the same experience when he grew older to understand about sex and a girl’s body. I would be willing to watch them. 



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Mom and Son Afternoon Swim



She'd spent most of that first year I was at college drunk and apparently angry at everything. Her divorce to dad was only about 18 months on now, but he had remarried, and she'd had problems with that. She drank more, and her phone calls were progressively less coherent.

On the other hand, college had been good to me the first year. I'd had sex a couple of times, and some of these events were really good, and highly instructional. When I came home for summer, I left all that behind for 3 months, so I was building up to a massively horny state. 

As the summer moved on, I spent a fair amount of time at Mom's. By turns, she was sad, manic, argumentative, and at points, aggressive in her affections...even enticing. One night she'd tried to get me to stay over so we could grocery shop in the morning, and had asked for a "special kiss" before she'd let me leave. When I kissed her, there was a quick tracing of her tongue over my lips, and a drunken, glassy eyed smirk as I left. As I drove home, I found myself thinking, what just happened? Did she expect me to sleep on the sofa, or with her? And if I'd slept with her, would we have slept?

I next saw her on the Tuesday after the 4th of July holiday. I'd taken the day off, and with everyone doing something, I called Mom to see if I could help her with anything. She sounded pretty drunk, and worried, I went to her apartment. 

When I got there she was in a thin robe, glass in hand, sitting on the sofa. She went to the fridge and came back with a cold beer, and gave it to me. As she came towards me, I was aware she was naked inside her robe. Her breasts bobbed and jiggled inside the thin fabric. 

I asked her what was wrong, and she said angrily, "Uncle Mac (an affectionate name for her best friend's husband)! He only comes around to fondle me and see if I'll give him a blowjob." 

My mouth dropped open in shock. In the wake of her marriage to dad, I'd not heard her ever say she was dating, and to hear this was even stranger. I asked her, "So...what happened?" She looked at me and said with disgust, "Oh...I sucked his stubby cock." 

Then I was really shocked, and didn't pursue any other questions. Mom got up to go to the kitchen for another drink, and said, "Just once I'd like him to actually fuck me." This last statement blew my mind, as I'd simply not looked at my mom, especially as an alcoholic, as either sexy or sexual.

My mom had been an elegant woman prior to alcohol. She was about 5'6" and had the kind of shape that was not too much of anything at any place. As drink took her, she didn't put on weight, but she did get some abdominal bloating. I'd always tried to visualize her breasts, but she'd mostly worn dark colored knit tops, so it was hard to tell their size and shape. As she came back to me with her drink, I noticed her breasts again moving inside her robe, her nipples hard. She was laughing, and said, "Want to take a swim? Bet you could use something to cool you off. I know I could." 

Because I kept swim trunks at her apartment, I said, "Sure." She told me to get changed, and headed to her bedroom to change. I went to get a glass of water, and as I walked back down the hall, I saw her standing in her darkened bedroom naked. From the rear, she had the semi soft ass of a 40+ year-old woman. She'd taken her hair out of the pony tail, and it fell to the middle of her back. She'd only closed the door ½ way, and I stood and watched her work into her bathing suit. I could feel my cock stir. 

I went into the bathroom, and turned on the light, and pulled the door partially closed. Then I turned the light off. I don't know what possessed me, but I stripped and stood there in the dark naked. I heard her coming from the bedroom, and she paused at the door, and asked how I was coming. I put on my suit and joined her. 

When we got to the pool, we found we had the area to ourselves. She had brought a cooler with OJ, Vodka, and beer for me. We fixed drinks and took turns swimming and sunning. At one point she asked me to put lotion on her back and the backs of thighs and legs. As I grabbed the bottle of lotion, she turned away from me and took her top down and laid flat. I got a glimpse of the supple skin of the sides of her breasts. The sun and the beer, and the sight of my Mom's bare back started a stirring in me. 

As I put the lotion on her back she murmured lowly, and sighed as my hands worked the skin on the side of her back and then her breasts. She didn't move as I applied the lotion to the visible sides of her breasts. As I rubbed the lotion on to her upper and inner thighs, I felt her stiffen slightly, then relax, and then actually move a little into my touch.

We continued our day. At some point she asked if I needed lotion, and I got the same treatment. Her hands on my back felt good. When she moved my swim trunk legs up a little to put lotion on my thighs, I felt myself stiffen some. Another 4 inches up my legs and she could touch my balls. The sun and booze were starting to warp my thoughts. What if?

I got in the pool to cool off, and found myself flushed and shaky. Mom got up and lurched to the pool, got in, and waded towards me. I noticed the mold of wet suit to her bosom. She asked me to swim her around the deeper end, as she didn't swim well. I said sure, and she came into my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck. I sort of walked her around the 5-6' mark, and she leaned against me and slurred in my ear, "You're more fun that Uncle Mac. And so much better looking." 

I said, "Thanks Mom." She started to nuzzle my neck and kiss my earlobes...chuckling as she did. 

"How about a "special kiss", she slurred. I turned towards her and tried a chaste lips together kiss, but she moved into me, her tongue moving into my mouth. This was deliberate. And with her French kissing me, and the feeling of me stiffening against my suit, I said to myself, "fuck it". 

I sucked on her tongue, then snaked mine into her mouth and she mashed her lips to me. I maneuvered her to the side of the pool, and she brought her legs up and wrapped them around my hips. I started to grind my pelvis a little in to her, my bone now hard and pressing, and she started responding back, grinding her pussy against me. 

We continued kissing and she'd begun moving with a little less control, so I cupped her ass cheeks and moved her crotch more towards me, and ground into her harder. She's starting to make little grunting and groaning noises, and then stops and pushes me away. Her face looks shocked, dazed, and several strands of hair are plastered across her forehead.

She looks at me for a moment and kind of comes to a focus, and says, "Oh my...uh...I think I need another drink". She lurches out of the pool, heads to the cooler, and then turns rapidly towards the elevator. I don't know what she's doing. I wait for a minute, then get up and follow her. 

When I get to the apartment, she's at the fridge fixing a drink. Now it is mostly Vodka. She hands me a beer and says, "I'll get you a towel so you can change". She brings one to me, and goes to her bedroom. As I walk down the hall she is pulling her suit down. She hasn't bothered to close the door at all, and she is in fact turned partially towards me. She bends and picks up the towel and begins to towel her hair. She turns more, and I can see it all. She has medium size breasts with the slight sag of age, and large areolas and thick nipples. Her belly is that of a forty five-year-old woman, full and round, and above her relatively toned legs is a full and untrimmed bush, with barely visible lips. 

I can feel myself throbbing, and again say to myself, "fuck it". I simply drop my suit, and walk towards her. She starts to look up and see me, tumescent and near her, and gasps slightly and turns away. I come up behind her and fit my torso, penis down and stiffening, against her ass and butt rack. I realize that I am breathing hard, but can hear her breathing hard too. 

She stiffens, then relaxes back against me. And I let my hands free. They come up almost with a will of their own, and cup the underside of her breasts, massaging, and moving to pinch and rub her nipples. "Oh God", she says, letting the phrase go like air from a flattening tire. I turn her towards me and kiss her, backing her to the wall of the apartment. She can only move forward. And then she starts to respond.

Her hands are back around my neck and she's pulling her mouth to me. I'm now rubbing her nipples hard, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger, and our tongues are dancing. I'm waiting for her to push me off, when one of her hands leaves our embrace, and takes my stiff member in her hand. She's stroking up and down, and rubbing my balls, and then she stops. Our lips separate, and her other hand comes into play and pushes me back. I'm waiting to hear "we can't", "this is wrong"...anything. 

Instead she's holding my cock like an Italian sausage and looking at it with glazed eyes, and a look like a person dying of thirst staring at a fresh water lake. And she says it again, eyes fixed on my throbbing bone, "oh God."

I take that moment to simply lower my head and take a nipple in my mouth. I'm sucking and nibbling it, thumbing the other, and I hear her start to moan loudly. And she starts to stroke me again, firm strokes, then fondling my tightened scrotum, fingers tracing the line from my sack to my anus. I pull from the nipple, and say, "ah yeah Mom...like that", and then go back to sucking. But I want to feel her sex. I want to be in her.

She's building to a louder moan and I simply spread her legs, and use my middle finger to part her pussy hair and open her. She opens easily and is wet and hot, and I move my finger in and out of her heat and up and over her clit. She's even noisier as I work that button, fully aroused now. She's moving against me and we're kind of lurching and off balance, so I stop, take her hand and lead her to the bed. 

We get on, and move together quickly, and get back to our intense foreplay. She let's out a loud, almost whimpering, "Oh God" as I move three bunched fingers into her pussy. I finger fuck her hard, her juices all over my hand. She's rubbing the head of my cock in a circular motion and every nerve is crying out. I can take no more.

I rise and in one motion move between her legs. She is not going to stop me, and in fact spreads wide for me. I take my swollen cock in my hand, and guide it into her opening. I move slowly into her, and at one point, she kind of pops open, and I slide all the way into her. She let's out a loud, "oh JESUS!" 

I begin to slowly, methodically move in and out of her wetness. I look at my Mom's face and she's looking at me with open mouth, glazed eyes, and is breathing quickly and shallowly. She says to me, "So good".

This spurs me on, and I begin to drive into her harder. She's crying out, and then she grabs my ass cheeks and clings to me. She's moaning and bucking up to meet my hard thrusts. I can hear buzzing in my head and my own heavy breathing, and then the rise of my orgasm in me. 

Then I'm up on straightened arms, and cry out at the nearly painful spurting of my seed into her. Somewhere in that hazy moment I hear her cry out too. We continue our fucking until I start to soften, part, and drift into sleep.

Somewhere in the a.m. hours she stirs. She rises and goes to pee. When she comes back, she collapses heavily into bed. I ask, "Are you alright?" 

She says, "God son...oh god. I can't believe we did that. And worse, I can't believe how good it felt". 

I simply said, "Me too". And we drifted off to sleep. 

The morning was stiff and strained. She kissed me close mouthed at the door. She said nothing. But it was the start of an amazing summer.



Mom & Son at the Theater Together



"As with my previous story "Mom and Son Vacation Together", the sexual contact is an expression of my desire for my son. Not everything narrated actually happened. However, the situations were real. My son and I did see each other nude on our trip together, but, we slept in separate beds. I did go to diner and a movie with my son and he did put his arm around me. What parts are real will be left to your imagination. The rest are my passionate fantasies. I let my desires propel the story to relate what I wish would happen with my son."

My son and I had always been close and we felt very comfortable with hugs, kisses and being in close proximity physically. Josh would even hold my hand when we walked together or put his arm around me when we were sitting on the sofa. Nothing about this was sexual, at least not for me. In retrospect, I don't know if Josh had any amorous feelings or not.

The first time Josh and I had more than a normal Mother and Son experience began when he was home on a visit from college. He was having girlfriend troubles. His girl broke up with him and he was lamenting about how hard it was to find a girl that was mature and didn't seem so shallow. 

Anyway, he was feeling blue because he didn't have a date one weekend; so I thought I would try to cheer him up and asked if he would like to do to dinner and a movie with me. I said I would be happy to be his date for the night. He said that would be nice so we both got ready to go out. I put on a skirt and blouse. Although I always feel more comfortable wearing panties, I never wear a bra unless my top is transparent so it seemed very natural for me not to wear one that night. 

Dinner was nice although I think I had too much wine, because I really felt mellow and warm. Josh was being a great date and very gentlemanly. He would open the car door and pull my chair out just like a nice boy would do for his dates. After dinner, Josh opened the car door and I swung my legs into the car. I saw him looking at my legs and realized that I must have flashed him accidentally as I got in the car. Oh well, nothing I could do about that, although I did feel a little excited about my son seeing his mother's panties. My dress had risen up on my thighs and Josh seemed to intently watch them as he drove. Maybe it was the way the streetlights played on my flesh, but, I have to say it did seem very sensual. 

We got to the theater and settled in our seats. It wasn't crowded at all and we had a whole row on the side to ourselves. During the show, he leaned into me and asked if I wanted anything to eat or drink. As he did, he put his arm around my shoulder. I told him no I was fine and leaned into him as it felt nice to snuggle up to him in the show. 

At some point, I felt Josh's fingers on my bare flesh just inside the top of my blouse. My heart began to beat rapidly in my chest. I was excited but a little confused at the same time. So I let his hand stay where it was, as I didn't want to spoil the mood. Besides, it was innocent and probably an accident, I told myself. 

But then I felt his fingers move lightly back and forth across the exposed swell of my breast. The movement was delicate, almost imperceptible. After a few minutes, I noticed his fingers were moving more. It was a sensual touch, almost tickling. It could still have been accidental. When I felt goose bumps spring up on my chest , I knew that I should stop him. However, I didn't want to embarrass him. He probably didn't even know that he was doing it anyway. It was just an innocent touch. However, the tingling I felt between my legs wasn't so innocent. 

Josh's fingers grew bolder. The tips of his fingers moved further down my blouse. A fraction of an inch at a time and he would wait several minutes before going lower. My breathing increased. I wanted to stop him but for some unknown reason I couldn't respond. My heart and emotions as a mother were in a battle with the heart of a woman; a woman that had missed intimate touches for so long. I squirmed in my seat a little and could tell my panties were getting wet. Now there was no denying that my son was turning me on. When I felt Josh's fingers begin to move even further down, I reached up and grabbed his hand, preventing any further movement. However, I didn't take his fingers out of my top, but instead held them where they were, almost pressing them to my flesh. 

I placed my other hand on his thigh and patted it. I was thinking that this would keep everything status quo and all would be innocent. As I touched Josh's thigh, he jerked a little and when I looked down it was obvious that he had an erection. 

I held Josh's hand tightly, knowing that if he moved any lower he would be able to feel my nipple. I knew that my nipples were already hard from the excitement. 

Then again, for reasons I still don't understand, I lessened my grip on Josh's hand. In a couple of minutes, I felt his fingers begin to move downward again. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I could feel his fingers moving across the bumpy surface of my areola. Then they touched the tip of my swollen nipple. I was in a dream, so excited, so turned on and I didn't want the dream to stop. The wine and dark theater seemed to add a surreal sense to it all. As if, it wasn't really happening. 

Josh played with my nipple. Very lightly, very gently as if he was thinking that it would still be something that was happening accidentally. I moved my hand a little on his thigh and felt the hardness of his penis at the tips of my fingers. Instead of moving my hand away, I left it there. I was too afraid to touch him any more and too excited to take my hand away. We stayed like that for the rest of the movie. Josh's hand on my breast and my fingers just barely touching his dick. 

When the lights came up, we both moved our hands away and left the theater. We had a normal conversation going home, neither of us mentioning anything about what had taken place. Then he surprised me by asking me for another date. I said do you mean just like this one and he replied yes. I told him I would think about it and let him know. 

The next week was strange. I had internal battles with myself over that happened with Josh. I'm his mother. I knew what I let him do was wrong; as it was for me to have found pleasure in it. But, one thing I can't hide is the fact that I enjoyed it and he did also. 

That Thursday evening, Josh asked if I would like to go to the movies again. I started to tell him no, but, I couldn't get those words out of my mouth. Instead, I told him that would be nice and for him to pick the show for Friday night. I was very nervous and confused as the time drew near. I knew that what I was about to willingly do would take us to a place most mother and sons never go. But, I tried to rationalize that it could still be an innocent "game" with nothing overt happening. I assured myself that I could be strong and resist any temptations to let this go too far. 

Even harder to explain is while I'm trying to rationalize my behavior, I put on a sundress that buttons all the way down the front. I left several buttons undone on the top and the buttons at the bottom undone to mid-thigh. Also, this time I left my panties off as well as my bra. I scolded myself for doing this but said it would just make the evening more exciting and naughty with me knowing that I wasn't wearing any underwear. I wasn't sure that anything would happen as it did last time, but, inside was aroused to think it might.

We arrived at the show and it was difficult to find a row that didn't have people already seated. So we had to sit next to another couple. The man was on one side of me, Josh on the other. 

As the lights dimmed and the movie began, Josh placed his arm around my shoulder again and I snuggled close to him. It wasn't long until I felt his fingers begin their journey down my chest until they were on my nipple. I did not stop his movement at all. He played with my swollen nipple freely this time with no hesitation or attempt to make it seem accidental. I once again placed my hand on his thigh. This time he put his hand on mine and slowly moved it towards his dick. He placed it over his hardness and pressed my palm and fingers onto him. It was so hot. I could barely keep from moaning. But there were people around and I was afraid someone would see us. 

I had brought a sweater with me in case the theater was too cold. Of course, being cold wasn't the problem. I was very hot. Josh took his arm from around me and took the sweater and placed it over our laps. He had his hand under the sweater and was fooling around with his crotch. I didn't know what he was doing until he took my hand again and moved it back over his cock. My fingers touched his naked dick. He had unzipped his pants and let his penis free. I now had my fingers wrapped around his naked cock. It felt so divine. While I'm dizzy with what I'm doing, I feel Josh's hand on my thigh. He begins to pull my dress away from my legs and puts his hand on the inside of my bare thigh. In response, almost involuntarily, I spread my legs as he moves higher. Oh my, I cant describe the sensation when I felt his fingers touch my pussy lips. I'm not sure if I climaxed or fainted, but I was in another world at that moment. His fingers began to move up and down my slit taking the wetness from my hole and lubricating his fingers and my clit. My hand began to massage his dick under the sweater. I glanced to see if the man next to us was aware of what we were doing. 

I can't say for sure. I don't think it really mattered at that point. I tried to stroke Josh's cock as best I could without being too obvious. Josh had placed a finger at my pussy opening and began its slow drive into me. Very slowly, letting the wetness of my pussy flow around his finger, which allowed it an even deeper penetration. He withdrew and then inserted two fingers in me. When his digits were in my pussy as far as they would go, he left them there and wiggled his fingers against my G-spot. I put my head and face into his shoulder and shuttered with a climax. I wanted to scream and moan, but, couldn't in the theater. In some ways, this made it even more intense as I had to control my body's natural urges to convulse and thrust my hips in the air. I put my hand under the sweater and held his fingers in place. I could feel my pussy contracting around his fingers.

As my climax started to subside, my hand was able to focus on Josh's dick again. I squeezed it as I moved my hand up and down. I felt his shaft swell some more and knew he was about to cum. I felt his cock pulse in my hand and then the sweet warmness of his semen flowed onto my hand and I knew that my baby had finished what he had started. We stayed like that for the rest of the show, my hand gently caressing his cock and his fingers sweetly rubbing my pussy lips. When the lights came up, we both left as quickly as we could. I because I was embarrassed that someone seated around us figured out what we were doing and Josh because his pants were stained from his cum.

We finally talked about what happened between us and agreed that this is something we have to think about very carefully before going any further. Petting and touching are one thing, intercourse is the final taboo. I don't know if I'm prepared to cross that line. Once done, it can't be undone.



Mom Gets In Trouble



He seemed sad most of the time. That's what Janice thought about her son, and it troubled her. He seemed worse since going out with Karen. But she was grateful that he always seemed willing to talk to her; her son didn't hide his life from her and that meant they could have real conversations. So as they sat together in the afternoon sun she asked, "Jason, do you love Karen?"

He sort of snickered as they both took a swallow from their second beer and he said, "No way mom. Sometimes I'm not sure why I go out with her. I never seem to find someone I care about that much. Karen's okay, but I won't see her after I leave for college. It would be nice to have someone...well you know."

Janice said, "You're so young. You'll find someone if you just give it time baby; she's out there for you."

She thought of how generous his spirit was. When his birthday and graduation came at the same time, he insisted on spending the day with her before going to a party. Although he had friends and a girlfriend, Jason also felt the anxiety of separating from his primary relationship. 

"I'm going to miss you when you're gone Jason," she said.

"I'll miss you too mom, but there's still the rest of the summer before I go, and then I'll come home for the holidays, and maybe you could even visit me sometimes, huh?"

"Sure honey," she said. She leaned over and put her head against his arm. She would have been surprised to know that the sensation went straight to the young man's groin. Janice had little idea that her son harbored any sexual inclinations toward her. He tenderly touched her face and she sighed contentedly and closed her eyes and said, "But I guess you'll be glad to get out of this one-horse town." 

One city hi-rise can have a thousand people living in it. The whole town where Janice Drake had lived all her life had less. You could say that Bolton was a town that time forgot, but that would be giving undue credit. Time never knew it. The exact population was 973 after Janice was taken to the small infirmary, and delivered her illegitimate child all those years ago. 

Janice's mother wasn't going to allow her sixteen year-old daughter bear the brunt of 'Holier than thou' looks and the gossip mill, so she took her out of school. They lived a secluded life and brought up Jason together for five years until the older woman died. The trust fund that Janice's mother left, gave her just enough to get by without having to work. After years of hardly leaving the house, the young mother continued ordering her needs by mail and phone and was content with her books and the three TV stations her old set received. 

So it wasn't surprising that the young mother and son developed a tightly knit bond. The highlight of Janice's day had been when Jason came home, so it was with trepidation that she faced his last few weeks of living at home. She knew that with the fall would come his departure for college; that was not a question. The question was how she would handle the days and nights without him. 

As the warming sun caressed them, Jason enjoyed his mother's closeness to him as usual, and as usual, was able to look at her the way he did, when she didn't know he was looking. He caressed the curves of her calves with his eyes, and then held her breasts in his gaze. He could almost feel the heavy weight of the full globes that now were pressed together. Because of how she was sitting, the knit fabric stretched tightly over her tits. He thought he could make out the outline of her nipple, and it made it hard to hide that it made him hard. He shifted to mask the evidence of his desire from his unsuspecting mother when she opened her eyes. 

Janice turned the conversation back to Karen and said, "Even if you don't love her, there must be things you like about her, right?"

Jason drained the last of his beer and laughed, "She's got a good body, almost as good as yours mom."

She flushed a bit and said, "Oh come on, is that all you look for in a girl?"

He said, "No, but that's all I seem to find. Maybe it's me; I just don't seem to connect." His tone turned light and he said, "It's all your fault mom; I can't find a girl who understands me like you do."

She said, "Oh cut it out, Karen is smart, and that's a pretty girl Jason. I wish I looked that that." 

He said, "Mom, you've got it all over Karen. You're pretty, don't you know that?"

She gave him a questioning smile and he looked her up and down and he said, "You look great." The way she took a breath somehow stimulated him enough to say, "You have great boobs." 

She said, "Jason, I'm your mom!"

He said, "What? If I said you have great legs, that would be okay, but if I say you have nice boobs that's not okay?"

Janice squirmed, "Jason, you're embarrassing me."

He said, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about; you should be proud of the way you look. I am."

She said, "You are? Well, that makes me feel good, thank you baby."

He said, "Mom..." He wanted to say, 'I want us both to feel good, together, in bed, making love to each other. He wanted to tell her how much he wanted her, but the two beers weren't enough to get him past "Mom..." 

Janice said, "What is it Jason, you look so sad all of a sudden." He looked off and didn't answer. "Jason? What is it, tell me." 

"I can't," he said.

"Of course you can. You can tell me anything, you know that, don't you?"

"Not this," he said.

"Baby I love you, tell me, if you're in some kind of trouble just tell me, you know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you."

"Okay mom," he said, "I am in trouble, I...love someone who'll never love me the way I do, and if I told her, she'd probably hate me."

"Oh Jason, I'm sure you're wrong. No woman is going to hate you for loving her. Did you even tell her? Jason you never know about these things, you..."

"It's you mom," he said. Janice was uncomprehending and then sat frozen for a moment. It seemed like an eternity until she looked in his eyes and the words registered. 

"Oh Jason, you can't mean..."

"I do mom...and I couldn't leave without telling you. Something inside me had to let you know. Sometimes it hurts because I want you so much, and I know that I'll never want anybody else like this...I'm glad I'm going away...so you see, a woman can hate you for telling her you love her."

"Jason," she said, "nothing you could ever say would make me hate you. You just surprised me...I didn't know..." Her mind raced through past events through the prism of her new knowledge, his looks, his touches, and her own. 

He brought her back by saying, "At least, am I still your son?"

"Jason..." Her voice was feather soft. "You'll always be my son, and I will always love you more than you could know. Baby, have I been the cause of your unhappiness?"

"No mom," he said. "I've been the cause. It's not your fault that I'm crazy...or sick, as most people would probably say."

"You're not sick; it's never sick to love someone, and we never paid attention to what other people thought before, did we?"

Janice had regained her composure and from her deep maternal instinct said, "What can I do to Jason?" 

Jason leaned to his mother slowly enough to give her time to resist his unmistakable attempt to kiss her. She did not. What forces were combining to keep her at his lips she couldn't say, but she stayed. What started out as a kiss of affection soon became a kiss of desire. Janice's tongue, after being alone in her mouth for all her life now had a companion. The sliding, and slipping, and licking, was something she felt down to her pussy. The simple pleasure of their tongues playing, and promising more, was a newly-found sensation for her. There was a pang in her heart for what she had missed. She felt as a girl getting her first lovers kiss. That it came from the mouth of her son compounded the confusion and excitement. That it all came from this first wondrous kiss, impassioned, and scared her. 

She pulled back long enough to catch her breath and say, "Oh Jason...we have to slow down...you know I love you, but we can't get too carried away darling, right?" Janice took a deep breath, got up, and took the empty bottles and chips into the house. He followed.

He came up behind her in the kitchen and kissed her neck, teasingly. It sent ripples down her skin. Janice became aware of her son's light touch on her. He traced his fingers down her neck and over her breasts. Teasingly he explored the shape of her globes and then circled the nipples with his fingertips. 'Where will I stop him?' she thought. 'Not here'; it felt too good. Finally as the heat inside her built, she said, "Jason..." and moved away to the living room. She sat on the sofa and said, "Honey, let's talk."

He sat by her and said, "Yes," 

But he didn't talk. He kissed her again. He reached his hand under her blouse and easily pulled down the soft bra. It felt cold and hot to her when her son touched the bare flesh. He said, "Your breasts feel as beautiful as they look mom." Janice could only moan softly in reply. He fondled her tits for what seemed like forever. She wanted him to stop and she wanted him to continue - with equal intensity. He pulled on the rubbery nipples that had responded to his touch by engorging and elongating. Finally he bent his head down and took one of them between his lips. 

Her, "OH..." was as much a cry as a sigh, as her son once again suckled. But it was so different this time. This time her whole body was suffused with sexual desire. Every inch of her yearned for Jason to be where she could hardly imagine him - inside her. Janice wrestled with the images of her son astride her, on top of her, having her aching center filled with her boy's manhood.

Jason's sucking on his mother's tit also made him hungry for her. Her creamy flesh was full in his hand, and her nipple between his lips and on his tongue had made his cock strain. It was straining to find his mother. He wasn't troubled with his desire to put that cock deep inside his mother's center, he savored it. Her responses encouraged him and the boy thought that in a few moments he would be where he had long fantasized about being, inside her.

Ablaze with sexual hunger, and giving little thought to what he was about to do, Jason unzipped his jeans and took out his cock. Janice tried not to stare but was taken aback by the massive evidence of her son's desire for her. She was frozen in indecision as he stood and took his pants off.

When he brought his cock near to her face, her boy's musky aroma aroused her. She knew what her son wanted but was reticent about taking him into her mouth. Her desire to please him overcame her reluctance and she wrapped her lips around the spongy swollen head. Janice was surprised by the excitement she felt as she tasted her son for the first time. He pushed more of his cock into her mouth and she instinctively sucked. The feel of him on her lips registered as a complex sensation; the skin was soft and velvety, but the shaft was hard, so hard. It made her feel desirable that her own son could be that hard for her. 

He seemed to grow right in her mouth. The width of his hard meat registered on her lips. She liked his taste. She liked having him there. Years of thinking that a woman only took a man in her mouth to please him, changed in moments. 

To Jason, the sight of his mother's face, with her lips wrapped around his cock was exquisite. He found it so beautiful, it almost surpassed the sensations her sucking was creating. His engorged knob was completely in her mouth, and when he felt her tongue exploring it, there was a call and response as he moaned, and then she moaned. 

She reached and touched his shaft and balls as she continued to suck. Exploring this unfamiliar territory awakened something in her and she moaned and writhed from the stimulating ache deep between her legs. This encouraged her son to stroke into her mouth. Yet even as her desire was inflamed, a more overwhelming emotion washed over her, and she thought, 'I love him so much.' 

The young man looked at his mother as she sucked him with earnest desire and was overwhelmed by tenderness for her. He stroked her hair as she took more of him into her mouth. He'd been given head before, but he'd never been made love to in this way. She touched him with love, she stroked him with love, and she sucked him with love.

From the sounds he was making and the tension she felt from his hand on her breast, Janice intuited that Jason was about to orgasm. She thought that if he came she wouldn't have to contend with the dilemma of intercourse. She stopped sucking long enough to say, "Are you going to ejaculate in my mouth?" 

Jason smiled at her use of the term that was usually referred to as 'Come', or 'Cum,' in the porn books he'd bought in Hudson. He thought about being inside her, but figured that would come later. By asking, it seemed to him that she was telling him that he could. His mother was telling him that he could come in his mouth. He could only say, "Yes mom." Janice took her son's cock back into her mouth. He put one hand on the back of his mother's head and started pushing in and out harder than he should have. He sensed his mother's difficulty and eased up. When she caressed his balls, he began to release between her lips. 

"OH, OH, MOM...OHHHhh..." he cried as the cords of cum shot into his mother's mouth. Never having had a man in her mouth, Janice couldn't accommodate the volume of juice that poured from her sons pulsating organ. She thought he would never stop coming as he kept calling to her. She'd never heard him say, 'Mom' the way he was saying it while he gushed into her mouth. His excitement was contagious and Janice became aware of the wetness she felt between her legs.  When Jason saw his cream on his mother's lips and face, the momentary satisfaction and relief that he felt after coming, mutated back into lust. He wanted her even more than before. Janice looked at her son's wet cock in amazement as it grew thicker and longer before her eyes. 'How could it get hard so fast?' she wondered as she realized that he would be coming for her again, and soon. 

Janice was gratified to be the object of her son's lust and a wanton desire for him grew inside her despite her reluctance. She wanted to say' 'No' when he started taking off her clothes, but through frozen indecision, she let him. She felt an unexpected freedom being naked in front of her son. She relished the way he devoured her with his eyes. She felt the heat as he gazed at the soft folds of her pussy. She knew he was going to fuck her. The idea of her son on her, and in her, inflamed her and she almost welcomed the incestuous thought. Janice felt the physical evidence of her excitement as some of her juice leaked and dripped onto her thigh.

Jason was aware of his mother's inexperience and didn't want to pressure her into something she didn't want to do, but he couldn't mask the urgency in his voice when he said, "Mom I want you so much, I've always wanted to be inside you." He gently rubbed her now wet pussy and whispered fiercely, "Here mom, here, I want you here."

Janice's thoughts were that a mother doesn't let her son have sex with her, and shouldn't want him to, but her body was telling her something very different. He kissed her all over, his touch on her clit was fire, and his desire became contagious when he told her, "Oh mom, I want you more than I've ever wanted anything."

Fueled by the sensations he was creating in her pussy, her urge was to say, 'Yes baby, you can have me, mamma's here for you, be inside me, yes baby, yes.' But the voice in her head of her own mother was warning her about ever getting into trouble again. It stopped her cold. 'Yes,' she thought, 'this is trouble. A mother having sex with her son is trouble. A son inside his mother is trouble.' The thoughts tumbled. 'He's not wearing a condom. My son could make me pregnant. What kind of mother are you?' And so she said, "Oh Jason, I can't, no, we have to stop baby."

He said, "Mom I can't stop, I want you so bad. Don't tease me like this, let me mom."

She said, "Oh honey, I'm so sorry; I would never tease you. Everything just got out of hand. This is all my fault, I'm sorry, I just can't baby, please understand...I love you."

By the sound of her voice Jason knew that his mother wasn't going to let him have sex with her and in his frustration he said, "No you don't."

Janice began to well up and she said, "Oh please don't say that Jason, you know I love you...you know I do."

His anger eased and he said, "Yes, I know...okay." Janice covered herself and touched his arm. She felt him tense and she took her hand away.

She said quietly, "I'm sorry."

He said, "Yeah, okay," got up and left the room as his mother raised her hands to cover her face.

Over the following weeks Janice felt her son's distance from her. It was nothing he said or did, but the connection that had always warmed her, wasn't there. She replayed the events that had brought on her unhappiness and was sorry it happened, and at the same time, excited by the thoughts of her son wanting her, touching her, and in her mouth. 

Jason without thinking made things worse. Undoubtedly part of him wanted to get back at his mother. He began bringing Karen home with him, and showed affection for her in front of his mother. He even let it be known that they had slept together with an offhand joking remark which Karen laughed at. Janice didn't laugh. 

That night she told him, "I hope you're being careful." When he just looked at her she said, "With Karen I mean...you don't want to get her in trouble."

He laughed and said, "Come on mom, what do think, I'm as stupid as you were?" It was as if he'd slapped her in the face. He'd never been cruel to her in his life and her eyes filled from the hurt and shock of it.

Jason couldn't stand to see her cry and it made him remorseful. He said, "Oh fuck, I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean that." He held her arms and she immediately went to his chest, grateful for the first contact they'd had in weeks. 

She said, "No you're right. I was a stupid young girl, who was seduced by the first boy who was nice to her, but no matter what happened because of my stupidity, I'm not sorry, because I had you. And I had you near me until I did another stupid thing, and now you've stopped loving me...and I'm so cold Jason..." She cried in earnest and he tried to stem the flow with stroking words and hands.

He said, "No mom you'll always have me, I'll always love you, I was just...being stupid too. I shouldn't have expected you to feel as I feel, or want what I want, especially something crazy like this. I guess I've wanted you in that way for so long it seems normal. I just felt like you rejected me when you didn't want me."

She said, "Jason baby...it wasn't that...I did want you. I just can't do it."

He said, "You did want me to be inside you?"

She said, "Yes...yes, but just because I want to doesn't mean that I can. It's so important to me that I'm your mother. I want to be a good mother to you, and a good mother can't be her son's lover, she just can't...I just can't. Jason, darling, can't we just go back to being the way we were?"

He said honestly, "I don't know mom. But I know I love you, and I won't give you a hard time anymore...I can't say I won't want you."

She said, "I understand, but maybe we can keep it from coming between us."

He said, "So we pretend that the elephant isn't in the room?"

She laughed a little with tears still in her eyes and said, "No, okay, we don't have to do that, we can talk, and be close, but we don't have to hurt each other do we baby?"

"No mom, we don't" He had a great urge to kiss her with the passion he was feeling, but he only kissed her wet eyes and forehead. She quickly kissed his lips.




Mom Gets In Trouble



As the summer weeks passed, their inevitable separation weighed on mother and son. She wanted to hold him longer, kiss him more. He wanted to have her more than ever. 

Ten days before his departure Janice said, "We didn't do the mountain this year, how about today?" Every year, at least once, they climbed to the top of what they jokingly called, 'Little Everest.' It was small, but the highest point in the area. It was a thirty minute walk up to the view, and solitude. Very few people went up there since the restaurant failed. Even the ranger tower was abandoned. When they got to the top they sat close to each other on the grass, and after a deep breath Janice said, I wish we could stay in this moment forever. He leaned over and kissed her sending the butterflies once again to flutter in the places she had been trying not to think about.

She thought she should stop him before trouble began, but she lost the will. She let him kiss her. She let him touch her. His hand was over her panties, on the juice soaked nylon, and if he was going to fuck her now she didn't know if she could stop him. He kissed the wet, and pressed his lips on her pussy, he kissed all over her pussy, firing her nerve endings whenever he chanced on her clit. He firmly pulled her panties down, and since her skirt was hiked, her pussy was exposed.

Her mind went wild with thoughts like, 'He's going to take me,' and, 'Oh God he's going to come inside me,' and, 'Oh God he's going to get me in trouble again.' With her eyes closed she expected the feel of his cock on her opening, forcing himself in. Instead, came the feathery feel of his lips on her folds, and then his tongue, exploring, and teasing, and tasting. 

Her surprise was compounded by fragments of old ideas telling her that men don't like to do that, and maybe she shouldn't let him, but that feeling, oh God that feeling when he sucked on that spot. 'What is it,' she thought, 'that's going right through me and sending a tremble across my skin?' He licked at her as she squirmed and moaned, and he opened her legs. Again she thought he would take her, that he could take her, that she was powerless to stop him. And he continued to tease the swollen clit that his tongue had exposed from its hooded home, until Janice began thinking that he should take her, because the ache to have his thick cock inside her was too much to bear. And as she was about to cry to him to enter her, she began to come. 

Janice's eyes opened in surprise as her back arched and she stifled most of the scream that the tripping of her orgasm triggered. "JASON OHHHhhh..." was almost unintelligible because it came from so deep in her throat. It was with a whimpering cry that she said, "OH...OH...OH...OHHHHhhhh..." until the spasms subsided and the trembling stopped. Not her infrequent masturbation, and certainly not her one incident of intercourse had produced anything like the stirring wave that shuddered through her body.

Jason kept his mouth on her until she finished and was totally calmed. Then he lifted her skirt higher to kiss her belly. "Oh God Jason...it felt so good...was it bad for you baby?"

He said, "What do you mean mom?"

She said, "Well I thought that men don't...like that."

He laughed, "Maybe foolish guys. Mom I loved doing that, you taste great. I would love to do that to you every day..."

"Oh Jason," she said, "I think we should go home before I say something that really gets me in trouble." 

Janice usually slept late, so after dinner she asked him to wake her in the morning because they were going into Hudson to shop for his travel needs. In the middle of the night he thought of going to her room. His mind tripped off. He imagined everything. 

In the morning they began discussing details of his going, when he saw her eyes filling. She stopped and said, "I'm going to lose you aren't I?"

He said without conviction, "No mom."

She said, "Yes, you're going to go away, and be away, and find a new life, and love someone else. You're not going to love me anymore, even the way you said you did, all because I wouldn't do what you wanted me to."

He said, "Mom what I wanted you to do for me then, is something I now know is what we both need, each other. I still want you mom, that's not going to change. But you've been telling me that you want me too. Am I imagining it all mom, or is it true? Did you want me to make love to you? You even said it once, was it real, or were you just saying it?"

"Yes, I wanted to, I want to, Jason I want to...the first time you kissed me for real I knew I wanted you, but I was afraid we were doing something wrong, that it could only cause trouble, that I did something bad to you." Her tears fell gently as she spoke.

He said, "Mom, was it bad that you loved me, that I loved you, that we loved each other? When I made love to you yesterday, was that a bad thing? You did something that showed me how much you can give, and you were brave, you weren't afraid. You took me in your mouth because you love me, was that something we should punish ourselves for? Was it so wrong for you to love me that way? You were just loving me, weren't you mom?"

"Yes darling, of course I was loving you. But it's different if you're inside me...it's not the same. It's...different. What kind of mother would I be?"

"Yes it's different mom, because it's as close as you can get to someone. It says, 'I am yours and you are mine.' It say's, 'I don't hold anything back from this person...' It say's 'I'm not afraid to love this person, no matter what anyone else might think or say.' It says all those things even if it's a mother and her son, even if it's you and me mom. And I'll tell you what kind of mother you'd be. You'd be a mother who loves her son so much, she'll do things that that others might think is wrong, but she doesn't. That's the kind of mother I want; a mother like you, a mother I'm always going to love, in all the ways she'll let me. And if you think it's wrong, then don't let me touch you like this." He put his hand on her breast and fondled it as she closed her eyes. "And don't let me touch you like this," he said as he put his other hand between her legs. "And don't open your body and heart to me."

She said, "Oh Jason..." and she gave him the kiss they had both been waiting for, the kiss of a mother who was about to love her son completely. He took off her clothes and she went to her bed anxiously waiting for him to disrobe. She reached her arms to him as she opened her legs, exposing the place in which she wanted him to be.

Jason came to her and brought his cock to his mother's opening. He hesitated for just an instant in awesome recognition that it was his mother's pussy that he was about to penetrate. The head pushed past the soft folds and split the almost virginal flower. He pushed into the moist passage and inserted himself in the place a mother usually keeps from her son no matter how much he wants or loves her.

Jason had always been more excited by the many incest stories he'd read than by the limited sexual experiences he'd had, but there was nothing to compare to actually feeling his manhood encircled by the walls of his mother's vagina while feeling the sensations of moving in her grasping passage. And as he pushed deeper into his mother's womb he said, "Oh mom, this is where I want to be, inside you, inside you."

Janice could feel that her son was talking about more than the wonderful physical place he was filling and she said, "Ohhh...yes baby, inside me, inside your mommy," as her son stretched and engorged the place that had been wanting for so long. He pushed into her belly until they both felt completed. Neither said anything as their joining transcended words. And as Jason gave his mother the full length of his cock in long even strokes, he knew what was true, that she was giving him the ultimate expression of love from a mother to her son. And although he always knew how much he had wanted to fuck his mother, he now fully realized how much he'd wanted to love her.

They moved as if they been lovers for years, fitted in their carnal embrace. He held her and kissed her and she moaned with the new sensations of being penetrated to the core. There was no memory of the fleeting minutes of her youthful indiscretion, only the newness of love from her son's long, deep stroking into the center of her being. She was now the person she wanted to be in her fantasies, a woman loved by a man, a wife loved by her husband, and most of all, a mother loved by her son.

Jason knew from the first penetration that where he was, was where he wanted to be. There was no letdown in having his mother, no easy acceptance because his desire was fulfilled. He was joyful to be inside her because he felt her inside him. His mother was under him with her legs open, taking the full length of his cock inside her, touching him and telling him how good it all is. He could feel the intensity of the emotions they shared because they were mother and son. 

And as Janice took the deep penetrations of her son inside her, she knew that he was more than fucking her. He was giving her a kind of love she could only get from someone she had loved so hard, for so long, the love of a son for his mother, strengthened by their desire for each other.

The fire burned and flashed throughout their first sexual union and the mother felt herself approaching orgasm as the lengthy insertions of her son penetrated her pussy. They both raced to the edge and all that was left to know was which catalyst would throw them over. It was Janice telling her son, "OH...OHH...I'm coming Jason, come inside me...OHHHhhh..." 

Almost instantly Jason said, "Yes mom, yes...OH, MOM, MOM..." as he rocketed a cord of sperm into his mother's writhing pussy. Gratifying warmth washed over the mother as he came inside her. He called, "Janice, Janice..." and she felt as much his wife as his mother while he poured his milky semen into her womb.

"Yes baby, yes," his mother's words smiled as she felt her son giving her the juices she had once tasted and now accepted into her body with love. As her thoughts swirled to the fantastical, she wanted him to never stop coming inside her, showing his love for her. Pleasure covered her, knowing that her son wanted her, that he was hard for her, inside her; that he had poured the gift of his love into her womb as a husband would for his wife. She had a son who loved her.

They rested entwined, and after he caught his breath, Jason said, "Mom you made me feel so good, it was unbelievable...I never knew how much I loved you until I was inside you. I love you mom."

Janice became teary and said, "Jason, oh honey..." 

Jason said, "Did you feel anything like I felt mom?"

She said, "Oh yes baby, and more. I felt as if I'd never loved or been loved before." 

Jason placed his hand on his mother's belly and said, "Mom, maybe one day I'll get you in trouble again." Despite her surprise, his mother smiled and kissed him deeply. 

It wasn't long before Jason was once more inside Janice; mother and son, locked in the embrace that most would find incomprehensible. But at that moment, both felt the unity that we all seek, two people, now one.

Janice moved with Jason to his college town. They're doing well at loving ever after.



Mom Gets It Too



My name is Joe, and I'm a confirmed bachelor in my mid-forties with an active sex life. My secret? 

I approach girls from 18 to 60, shower them with kind attention and compliments, make them feel like the most special woman on earth--then I seduce them into whoring themselves on my fat, thick cock.

In my office, I work with a mother-daughter team in accounts payable. Patty, the mom, is a petite, proper stunner of a brunette who smartly covers her charms with tight sweaters and long skirts. For a woman of 45, she could easily pass for 30.

Dawn, the daughter, is the complete opposite of her mother. A gorgeous, sandy-haired, long-legged beauty of 20, Dawn wears tops that expose her bare midriff and short skirts that flash panties at you all day long.

Since I knew Patty was married, I worked my charms on her daughter instead. I took her out dancing one Saturday night, and Dawn slammed down booze like there was no tomorrow. We danced close all night, and I took every opportunity to run my hands over her ass and grind my fat prick against her soft mound.

I intended to take Dawn back to my place that night, but she had to get up early to take her dad to the airport the next morning.

I ended up parked in the family driveway, looking for signs of the parents being up while I planned my surprise good night move.

"Well,Joe, it's been fun tonight.Thanks for everything." Dawn smiled sleepily and leaned in for a goodnight kiss.

I took hold of her face in both hands, and layed a soulful tongue kiss deep into her mouth.

"Mmmmm." she mewled happily as I moved my hands under her sweater and gently squeezed her warm young tits.

As we broke the kiss, she pulled back and glanced down. With a start,Dawn grabbed my arms and took in my surprise.

There in my lap, unzipped and unsheathed, was a throbbing nine inch prick, fully engorged with blood. The crown of my cock was a magnificent purple, and the head was as big as a doorknob. Dark,gnarly veins snaked through the shaft, and my prick swayed and lurched, begging for her small hand to enclose it.

"Oh my fucking God." Dawn whispered anxiously.

"I thought you felt big when we were dancing, but I had no idea...." she trailed off with a hard swallow.

"Oh, Dawn," I coaxed as I stroked her auburn hair,"please don't send me away in this condition".

As I placed my cock in Dawn's hand, she began to tremble and stammer.

"J-Joe. No. My parents are still up.What if they look out the window?"

I started to pump her hand up and down the shaft, and Dawn licked her lips nervously.

"Your pre-cum is so warm and sticky." she cooed, and she traced a lazy trail of it across my throbbing head.

I think Dawn thought she was going to bargain her way out with a quick hand job. I had other ideas.

"Sit on it." I hissed, and I pulled her onto my lap. Dawn's short skirt was up around her waist, and only a thin g-string separated her steamy cunt from the pole now sawing against her pussy lips.

"Ughhh.Joe.My dad..my mom.." she pleaded, but Dawn offered no resistance when I pulled her sweater and bra completely over her head.

Now I took my prick in hand and deftly jabbed at her pussy, teasing her fat clit with my crown while Dawn whimpered and clung to my neck.

"I wish your mom could see you now." I taunted, and Dawn wiggled harder to get me inside her hot box.

With a rough yank, I buried my nine inches deep into Dawn's syrupy cunt, and I lifted her up and down on it like a rag doll.

"I'm-I'm cumming!" Dawn bucked harder and bit down on my earlobe with a whinny.

Here I was, fucking Patty's daughter in their own driveway, not even trying to silence the sounds of our lovemaking.

I opened the car door, and walked now naked Dawn, still impaled on my raging prick, right onto the front porch.

"Wha-what are you doing?" she whispered frantically,pounding on my back and trying to break free.

I could see Patty and her husband watching T.V. through the window curtain as I jabbed and grunted into Dawn's steamy fuck hole.

"This is great." I hissed. "Tomorrow I'm going to use this story to seduce your mom into worshiping my fat cock."

"But-what about me?" Dawn cried silently, her tears wetting my cheek.

"You'd better learn to fuck me better, then." I ordered, and Dawn stuck her finger in my ass and started licking my face.

Now my back was beginning to give out, so I bent Dawn over doggy style and drove for my climax.

The whole time I watched Patty through the window, totally oblivious to her sweaty naked daughter whoring herself into another shaking orgasm.

"Jesus!" I grimaced through clenched teeth and spurted a week's worth of boiling cum into Dawn's clinging pussy.

I pulled out with a plop and rang the doorbell.

"What the fuck are you doing!" cried Dawn, as she scrambled off into the darkness in search of her clothing.

Patty answered the door and looked surprised to see me. I was flushed, but I was as zipped up and presentable as a guy could be who had just used her daughter as a cum dumpster.

"Where's Dawn?" Patty asked curiously while peering over my shoulder.

"Oh, she's out back looking for the cat." I fibbed.

"Well, come on in and meet my husband--oh, dear! Don's passed out in the chair again! Perhaps some other time?" Patty hesitated.

"Sure." I answered confidently, while I strode past her into the house. "Where's the rest room, Patty?"

"It's-It's up the stairs to the left. I'll show you."

Patty was wearing a conservative ankle-length nightie, yet it shifted provacatively as I followed her plump ass up the stairs.

I heard Dawn come in the house below us, but I was planning for new game now.

"Patty, I need to talk to you about your daughter." I whispered. 

Patty gasped as I took hold of her dainty wrist and pulled her into the bathroom. I briskly closed and locked the door.

"Joe-what is this?" she hissed, wiggling to free her wrist. "If Don wakes up now we're both dead meat!"

"Speaking of dead meat," I intoned evenly,"look at the workout Dawn just gave my cock on your front porch."

With that, I yanked my pants right down to my knees in front of Patty. Only my cock wasn't dead. It sprang to life zestily in front of her frightened, tear filled eyes.

"Joe! Stop this right now!" Patty gasped urgently.

"Look at Dawn's pussy juice smeared all over my cock, Patty. And to think it was only our first date!" I chuckled arrogantly.

"You bastard!" Patty seethed, still speaking in a low tone. She knew if Don woke up now she'd be in as much trouble as I was.

"First things first." I replied quietly."Take off that fucking old fashioned nightie. Now."

Patty sucked in air like she had been sucker punched. "No!No one but Don has ever seen me naked!" she trembled.

I didn't have time for games. With an authoritive rip, I tore the gown open from neck to navel.Beautiful tan tit meat jiggled into the open now, her nipples distended and puffy.

My purple cock lurched forward at the forbidden sight, and Patty reached out to push it away.

"No-Joe-no- it's too big." Now there was a different tone in Patty's voice, more submissive, more urgent.

I forced Patty to her knees and rubbed my turgid erection all over her reddening face.

"Taste your daughter's cum juice". I sneered.

Patty moaned deeply and began to lick and slurp my crimson doorknob.

"This is so dirty." she panted, but now she wiggled out of the nightie and began to rub herself.

"How does Dawn taste?" I taunted, and I began an obscene face fuck that plugged Patty's mouth down to my root.

"MMMGH." she whimpered, as spittle, pussy juice, and my previous cum trace pooled between her legs.

"Tomorrow, at work, don't wear any panties." I dictated. I'm going to be fucking you over my desk and Dawn is going to watch."

Patty clawed at my ass cheeks and tugged on my nut sac in delirium.

Suddenly, there was a knocking on the door.

"Mom! Are you O.K?" Dawn whispered anxiously.

"She's busy with a mouthful of cock right now." I sneered,"come on in and watch." With that, I opened the door enough for Dawn to squeeze in.

"Oh my God! Mom!" Dawn squealed at the sight of her naked mother whoring on fat cock.

Patty looked up with pleading, tear filled eyes at her daughter,but she could not speak with my cock in her windpipe.

"Dawn, get on your knees and eat out Mommie from behind." I ordered.

Patty snorted and moved her head from side to side in protest, but the friction just caused a fresh glop of precum to burst into her throat.

"Joe..I can't eat my mom." Dawn husked fiercely, but at the same time she got on her knees and peered curiously at Patty's now dripping wet snatch.

I reached over Patty's hunched back as she serviced my cock and grabbed Dawn by the hair.

"Do It!" I ordered, and Dawn whimpered and began to slurp at her mom's slimy hole.

"UGH!UGH!UGH!" Patty exhaled around the cum snot building in her mouth.

Dawn started to moan in unison, and actually spread her mom's lips to get better access to the tunnel that birthed her.

It was sensory overload for all of us. I pulled my cock free from Patty's aching jaw and stroked it with urgency.

"Honey..honey eat-eat mommy good."trembled Patty as she thrust her snatch back around Dawn's smacking lips.

"Oh,Mom.I love to taste your pussy juice." whined Dawn as she reached under to pinch her mom's tits.

"Ughh-Fuck!Fuck!" I wailed, as hot sperm flew all over the obscene act in front of me.

Both girls reacted to the sensation of hot spunk hitting them like a lightning bolt.

Patty sobbed and shook as Dawn smeared my baby batter all over her mom's back and into her hot snatch.

They clutched each other in sweaty urgency, tongue kissing and fingering each other as one taboo after another fell away.

I left them in that state, smiling to myself as I bounded down the stairs past their sleeping dolt of a dad.

Tomorrow was another day. Another conquest.



Mom's Helping Hands



Chapter 1

The whole thing seems so bizarre when I think about it. I am a 53 year old women, happily married to a wonderful man. We’ve been married for over 23 years and have two children, a girl 20 and a boy 18. It was a second marriage for both of us and my husband has three older children from his previous marriage.

My daughter Cara is a Junior in college and is living at home, but she comes and goes like the wind. My son, Tim, is a senior in high school and just the best kid you could ever want. He is an excellent student and has lots of friends. He’s not much of an athlete, which is probably due to his slight size and build. He’s just about 5’9” and thin, not exactly the football type.

The whole thing started when I got a phone call from the burger joint Tim works at as a short-order cook. Some boiling oil from the fryer had splashed over his hands, burning them. They took him right to the hospital and then called me. I rushed right out and by the time that I got there they were just finishing up with him. The doctor said it wasn’t too bad, but that his hands would need to be wrapped for a week or so. He said they wanted to see him every few days to change the bandages and monitor his progress.

“You realize he won’t be able to do a lot of things on his own” the doctor said.

“Oh…I suppose that’s true” I replied, thinking about it.

“There will be awkward, private functions he will need help with now, like going to the bathroom.” he said.

“Hmmm. Well how do you suggest we handle this, doctor?” I asked.

“Quite simply, you are going to have to put pride and embarrassment aside. The way his hands are bandaged is going to restrict his ability to perform mundane tasks. He won’t be able to unbutton his pants or clean himself afterwards. I suggest for his pride you get his Dad to help as much as possible.” he suggested.

“But my husband works all day and his brothers don’t live at home” I replied.

“Its not going to be easy, but as I said, at times you’ll both need to put pride and embarrassment aside” the doctor replied.

On the way home Tim and I had a chat about his condition and the help he would need.

“I can’t!!” Tim cried when I told him about what he doctor said.

“Look, honey. It’s just until the bandages come off. We’ll get Dad to help as much as possible, but there will be times when he won’t be around. Just be grateful school is out

and you don’t need help there” I said.

“I guess” he said, reluctantly. “The whole thing is going to be so embarrassing!”

That evening after supper my husband and I were sitting in the living room talking about the whole situation.

“Well, he’ll just have to get used to it” Will said “I’m not exactly looking forward to it. I mean it’s one thing to lower his pants to let him take a leak, it’s another to clean him up after…..”

Just then Tim walked in.

“Uh..Dad..I need to…you know…” Tim said, all red in the face.

“Oh. O.K.” my husband responded and they both left.

A while later Will came back in and sat down

“How did it go? I asked.

“He was pretty out of sorts, but I talked to him and I think we’ll get through it. Maybe he can time it for when I’m here” he said. “but there are going to be times when I’m not here, especially when he needs to take a whiz”

“Don’t remind me” I said

“Well there’s another thing you should think about. He’s going to need to shower soon” he said.

“Why can’t you help him!?” I asked, panic-stricken.

“Two reasons. One, someone is going to need to get in there with him and he and I wouldn’t be able to move in the stall. Second, if I do it he’s going to have to wait until night, which means he’ll reek all day” he said.

But how am I supposed to get in there with him? I asked.

“Put a suit on or something” Will replied. “Look, the doctor said this would be awkward”

“Oh, I guess” I said, my mind going a mile a minute.

The next morning after Will left for work I was in the kitchen when Tim walked in.

“Mom…..I..uh need to….go” he said.

“Oh..sure honey.” I said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

When we got to the bathroom Tim just stood there. I hesitated for a moment, but then screwed up my courage. I went around to his back and pulled his shorts down, trying not to look. I waited as he went and when he stopped I reached down and pulled his shorts back up.

“See! That wasn’t so bad! I didn’t see a thing” I said, lying a bit. I couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of his cute ass, but I wasn’t going to tell him. I hadn’t really seen it quite a while and couldn’t help admiring it.

“Yea, just great!” Tim replied, walking out.

After we had eaten I brought up the subject of showering.

“Uh…how Mom?’ he asked

“Well, I’ll…get into a bathing suit and I’ll meet you in the stall in my bedroom. It’s a little bigger than the one in the hall.” I explained.

We each went into our rooms and shut the door. I looked at each of my bathing suits, which I haven’t worn in some time and decided on a different solution. I grabbed an old bra and a pair of cotton whites, the kind my kids refer to as “old lady underwear”.

I glanced in the mirror at myself and wasn’t too disappointed at what I saw. Even at my age, I had managed to maintain a decent figure. I was still thin, with a hint of middle age bulge and round, full breasts that had just a bit of sag to them. My ass was wider than in my young days, but it wasn’t huge and it still had a nice, firm appearance. My brown hair came to my ears and only showed a few grays here and there. I had worked hard at maintaining my complexion and aside from some age lines, it was still smooth. All in all, I wasn’t exactly a head turner, but not bad for an old broad.

I quickly put on the bra and panties and got the shower going. Tim came in with just a towel wrapped around his waist and a couple of plastic trash bags to wrap around his bandages. I saw him give me the once over and look at me quizzically.

“What happened to the bathing suit?” he asked.

“Oh, I didn’t think it would be comfortable. Besides, you’ve seen me in my bra and panties many times before. I didn’t think you’d mind.” I said.

“At least you have something on” he replied.

“Well, you can’t take a decent shower with a bathing suit on, now can you?” I asked.

“I guess” he replied.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before” I joked.

“Not recently!” he retorted.

“I’m sure nothing has changed” I kidded.

“MOM!” he cried

“Just kidding! Let’s get it over with” I said.

I took the plastic bags and placed one over each hand and then wrapped some duct tape around the edges. He already looked like he had two giant oven-mitts on each hand. The bags only made them look more comical.

“Uh, can you turn around while I get in?” he asked. “Then I’ll keep my back to you”

“Oh, sure” I replied and turned my back while he got into the stall.

I followed him in and at first couldn’t help giggling to myself as he stood there naked. My poor baby! But as I reached for the soap and hand-cloth I couldn’t help but take notice of his cute man-boy ass again. It was adorable and firm without a hint of hair anywhere. I also noticed that Will was right about the tight quarters, there was barely enough room for both of us.

I quickly soaped up the cloth and started washing down his arms and shoulders. Every once in a while I would stop and let him rinse off. I washed his hair and his legs before I had to reach around and do his chest. When I was done with that I soaped the cloth and washed his ass, trying to get between the cheeks without being too invasive. It was then that I reached the moment I had been dreading. I needed to wash between his legs and wasn’t sure how to proceed.

“Uh..honey…I’m..uh…done..except for your privates” I said

“Oh, Mom! Do we have to?” he asked, mortified.

“Yes! You have to keep that clean!” I said

“Can’t we just let the water run over it?” he asked hopefully.

“You know that’s not good enough. You don’t want to end up with some form of crotch rot, do you?” I asked

“I guess not” he answered reluctantly.

“I’ll try and do it as quickly as possible.” I promised

I soaped up the cloth once more and reached around him, starting at the base of his testicles and working my way up. I had washed him like this many times as a child, but what became immediately obvious to me was that he wasn’t my baby any longer! I quickly ran the cloth between his legs, washing the areas as thoroughly as I could without lingering too long in any one place. 

And then it happened! I guess I should have realized it, but it never occurred to me. As I moved the cloth to his penis, I felt it twitch and start to grow! I was torn between the need to go on and the feeling I should just stop! I tried to hurry, but before I could finish his penis had hardened and was in full erection in my hand! I quickly ran the cloth up and down his distended length before pulling away.

“Uh…go ahead and rinse” I said, my voice shaking.

“Mom….” he started “I’m sorry! I was afraid of this!”

“It’s o.k.” I said, my voice still trembling. “It’s perfectly normal”

“Yea, but not with you!” he cried.

“Well, it doesn’t know the difference!” I joked

“It’s so embarrassing!” he said “I wish it would just go down!”

“Honey, it’s all right.” I insisted. “Are you in pain?”

“No not really. I couldn’t do anything about it, even if I wanted to” he said, gesturing with his bandaged hands.

“Oh!” I said, getting his meaning. “I hadn’t really thought about that. Do you need to often?”

“Mom!!” he yelled. “Not that it’s any of your business, but…..I…take care of it when needed”

“Well, honey…uhm…have you figured out how your going to..uh…do that?” I asked, really concerned for my poor baby.

“No, not really.” he responded, reluctantly. “I guess I’ll have to try not to get too excited”

“Well….let’s get out and dry up” I said, anxious to change the subject.

As I stepped out and glanced at the mirror I realized that with my bra and panties soaking wet that the material had become semi-transparent! I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me. I then spread another out at arm’s length and held it there for Tim, being careful not to look. 

He stepped into the towel and I wrapped it around him as he pinned it to himself with his arms. I vigorously dried him off, being careful not come near to his crotch until I was done everywhere else. As I worked my way up his legs it became apparent that his erection hadn’t subsided. I quickly ran the towel across his genitals, trying not to linger, but surprised at just how hard he still was.

We finished and he went to his room, only to return with his clothes! I forgot he couldn’t grasp them enough to pull them on and still needed my help. He turned his back to me, dropping his towel and I pulled his t-shirt over his head. I stooped to put his shorts on and he lifted each foot and stepped into each leg hole. As I pulled them up they snagged on his erection and I needed to gently lift it up to get the shorts by it. 

“Ehhmm!” Tim grunted as I touched his member and pulled his shorts into place.

I felt really sorry for him, but there wasn’t anything else I could do.

He quickly left my room and I soon heard the sound of his bedroom door slamming shut.

Chapter 2

Dinner was very quiet that night with the four of us, especially Tim. Will tried to engage him in conversation a couple of times, to no avail. After supper Cara went out and Will and I watched t.v. for a while before going to bed. As we lay there I told Will about what happened with Tim during the shower.

“Well what do you expect?” he laughed. “Boys at that age are walking hormones! You just look at them and they get an erection”

“Yea, but the problem is he can’t…you know..relieve himself with his hands all bandaged up” I explained.

“Oh, yea” Will said. “Well, he’ll just have to suffer.”

“Isn’t there something I could do?” I asked.

“Like what?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Not clean him there?” I suggested.

“It has to be done, for his own health.” Will said. “He’ll just have to suffer through it. Believe me, nothing short of a hand job is going to help, and we don’t want to go there!”

He rolled over and went to sleep, but I lied there, really troubled over my poor boy’s predicament. I had difficulty falling asleep, Will’s last words running through my mind.

The next morning Will and Cara were gone early, leaving just Tim and I at home. He seemed in better spirits as we chatted over breakfast. At one point later in the morning he asked me to help him out in the bathroom and we got through it without any embarrassing moments.

It was later that morning, when I suggested he get ready for his shower, that you could see a change in his mood.

We got ready just like yesterday and got all the way through it, when there was just one area left to wash. I soaped up the cloth and I could see Tim’s body language stiffen as he awaited my hands on him. Once again I tried to be quick, but this time I had no sooner started washing his inner leg when his member became rigid! I rushed through the area, finishing with a hasty swipe along the length of his penis.

“Uhhhhhhhhh!” Tim moaned as I finished up.

“Are you o.k, hon?” I asked.

“I guess” he responded. “It’s….just painful not being able to…relieve it”

“Well, maybe if you just go lie down.” I suggested.

“Mom! That’s not going to do it. Didn’t you ever hear about blue balls?” he asked.

“Of course” I replied. “Guys would complain about girls getting them all excited and then leaving them……..” I stopped. I got the message.

“Exactly” he said.

“Oh. Baby! I’m so sorry. What can I do?” I asked.

“Nothing I can think of” he replied. “Nothing that’s not against the law”

His words cut right through me as I also thought about what Will had said.

“Well, honey..uhm…these are very unusual circumstances.” I started “What if I…soap you up down there until you get some relief?”

I couldn’t believe I just said that, but I also couldn’t stand to see him in such pain.

“Are you saying what I think your saying Mom??” he asked, incredulously, with his back still towards me.

“Yes” I said, not wanting to discuss it any further.

“I…I wish I could say it wasn’t necessary…but…” he started

“Shhhhhh!” I admonished and started soaping up the cloth.

I reached around him again and gently cradled his erection, letting the cloth itself do most of the work. I simply slid it up and down his length, causing just enough friction to get the job done. 

“Ohhhhhhh” Tim softly moaned in response to my light touch.

It didn’t take long before I could feel him twitch in my hand and his ass clench as he ejaculated in long streams against the shower stall wall. I continued to slide the cloth across his member until he stopped and his whole body relaxed

“Are you o.k.?” I asked as I dropped my hand.

“Yea…better” he responded, out of breath.

We quickly got out, dried off and dressed without saying anything, though it was obvious that I had no problem getting his shorts on this time.

That evening Tim was in a better mood and joined in on the conversation and even helped clean up afterwards. It was good to see that I was able to help him this afternoon

and I saw no reason to tell Will what I had done. I worried that he wouldn’t understand and might find something perverted in it. Besides, it wasn’t like I was going to need to do it every day.

The next day Tim came to me right after breakfast suggesting he take his shower since he had some friends coming by after lunch. I agreed and I told him to meet me in my room. As I was getting changed I noticed my bra was still damp and rather uncomfortable going on. It certainly wasn’t made to be worn wet and was starting to chafe in some areas. As soon as I was ready Tim came in and we got prepared to get in the stall. 

“Uh, Mom” Tim started. “At night I have a tough time finding the right position to sleep because of my hands and now I’m waking up with a stiff back and neck”

“Oh. You poor thing!” I responded. “How can I help you?”

“Well, I thought if you could sort of give me a message while you wash me, maybe you could loosen me up” he suggested.

“Oh, sure” I agreed. “Lets get in”

As we entered the stall I realized the best way to do this was to forget the cloth and use my bare hands on his back and neck. I seemed able to work some of the kinks out of Tim’s back and neck with some strong hand message. 

At the same time my bra, which by this time was soaked, began biting into my flesh and chafing.

“Owww” I grunted as I messaged his back.

“What’s wrong Mom?” Tim asked from over his shoulder.

“Oh, it’s this damn bra. It’s really rubbing me the wrong way.” I explained.

“Why don’t you take it off?” he asked.

“What??” I asked, not sure I heard him right.

“Take it off. I won’t look, I have my back to you anyway” he said.

“Uh, I don’t know” I replied, although the thought of getting it off really appealed to me.

“Oh go on, I promise not to turn around.” he said

I thought about it for a moment and decided I had to have some relief, this thing was killing me. Keeping my eye on him, I unhooked the bra from behind and shrugged my shoulders, causing it to fall and land in my hands. I tossed it over the shower door, feeling immediate relief. 

I resumed my washing and messaging and realized that, with the tight quarters, I couldn’t help touching his back with the tips of my breasts. I don’t know whether it was just the contact or the motion, but my nipples became stiff as they grazed his back. I felt a tingle develop through my body and had to admit that I was enjoying the sensation. I also knew that Tim had to feel my nipples brushing his back, even though he didn’t show it.

I tried to concentrate on just getting him washed and getting out

As I worked my way down his leg I couldn’t help but notice his penis start to lengthen and rise. I should have realized that Will was right about young boys and their raging hormones. It was then that I remembered that, without the washcloth, I was going to actually have to put my bare hands on him. I gently washed his ass and made my way down his legs. I worked my way back up his leg and stood up, grabbing the soap and working it in my hands. I held my breath for a moment and then reached around and placed my hands on his genitals, sweeping one under his testicles as the other quickly swept over his distended penis. 

“Whhhhhuuuhh” Tim took in a sharp breath at the feeling of my bare hands on him.

I quickly released him and told him to rinse.

“Uh, Mom?” he said

“Yea?” I responded, nervous about what he wanted.

“Uh, could..uh..you help me out again?” he asked.

I knew he was talking about his condition and looking for the same relief I gave him yesterday.

“Do you really need it?” I asked. “I thought you’d be o.k. for a few days”

“Not really” he answered “I kind of need some relief every day”

“Oh” I responded, trying not to sound too reluctant. “All right, I guess.”

I soaped up my hands and reached around him again, placing one around his swollen member. I gently began moving my hand up and down his entire length, trying to bring him off as quickly as possible. I was trying to keep my mind occupied on other things as I stroked his penis, not wanting to think about what I was doing. 

“Ohhhhhhhh!” Tim suddenly gasped as his member twitched and expanded in my hand.

He quickly started discharging long streams of sperm against the wall. I stopped stroking and just held him in my hand as he climaxed, twitching in my grip.

I quickly removed my hand and rinsed it off and asked him to stay put while I got out and covered up. As soon as I had the towel around me I told him it was o.k.. He came out, much to my surprise, displaying none of the modesty he had shown every other day. There was no attempt to hide his nakedness and he stood facing me as I dried him off. When it came time to dress him I couldn’t help but take notice of his still semi-hard member hanging there in front of me. I quickly pulled his shorts up and he turned and left. As I removed the towel I realized my nipples were still hard and I was slightly out of breath. 




Monday Mayhem Day 07



Day 7

Shannon's eyes popped open suddenly. She could feel her cheek resting on someone's skin. Daylight illuminated the room and refracted off long strands of red hair that lay over her eyes. She could feel a dull ache between her legs. Her left arm was underneath her, completely numb from lack of blood flow.

She looked down and saw it was a male chest that her head was resting on. Her right hand flew to her face and felt high cheekbones and creamy skin and no beard. Her hand went up and got tangled in curly red hair. She pulled it free and felt along her neck downward, finally cupping a firm breast and feeling her nipple contract. She jerked away from the body she was laying on and fell off the couch to the floor with a yell.

Sean woke at the noise and sat up. He looked down at his naked body, morning wood showing he had to pee badly. No breasts! He clasped his hands together and felt calluses and strength, then he hugged himself. "Thank God!" he exclaimed.

He looked down and saw Shannon sitting on the floor, also naked, hair falling everywhere, rubbing her left arm, tears running down her face. "Are you ok?" 

She looked up at him, "I am soooo fucking ok, now, you have no idea!" She laughed, eyes gleaming through the tears. "You fell asleep on top of my arm, though. Ow, that tingles." 

"We did it, sis. I can't believe it!" 

She blushed at the unintentional double entendre. "Thank god it worked, but we still don't know why it happened in the first place." 

She felt a bit self-conscious now, especially with Sean's penis still half-erect and his gorgeous nude body only two feet away. She looked around for her clothes. "I guess you could call last night the ultimate drunken hookup. You'd better go pee, I know how that feels." 

He grinned and headed for the bathroom, but paused to look back at her naked body. They stared at each other for a long moment, and then turned away.

Shannon gathered her clothes and headed for her room. She reveled in the lightness and balance and supple grace of her body. Wow, did I miss this, she thought. The redhead dug around in her room for some clothes and cleaned up a bit since she could still hear Sean in the shower. 

Why was there a jog bra and shorts under the bed? She went to her underwear drawer and noticed things disturbed and her favorite peach lingerie missing. She checked the hamper and found the missing stuff there. She sniffed her panties and found they smelled strongly of her own juices. What the hell?

Wearing only her small robe, Shannon marched into the bathroom with the underwear in hand. Sean was just toweling off from the shower. 

"Sean?" 

He looked up and instantly was aroused at the sight of her legs and cleavage. "Um, hey," he carefully wrapped his midsection. "Try knocking next time, I might have been busy in here getting to know myself again, so to speak." 

"Yeah, I know, the damn thing wants constant attention." 

"Oh, you do? And did you give it some?" his arousal was getting worse as they talked about it, tenting the towel. 

"Well, I guess I did, once or twice." Shannon blushed, but then countered. "Want to explain these?" she held up the panties. 

"Oh, I, uh, wore them Tuesday," Sean was embarrassed. 

"Why? I gave you that other stuff you asked for, which I just found under the bed." 

"Well, to tell the truth, I liked looking at you in the good stuff instead. I'm sorry. And they felt nicer." He was really red in the face now. 

"That's ok, I guess, I'd been ogling your body myself all week. However, these also smell like I've been fooling around in them." 

Sean thought for a minute and then decided there was not much point in evading the question, not after what they had done last night. "Why don't you take a shower while I get dressed, and then we need to talk."

A half hour later they were seated at the table with coffee and bagels, which both were too nervous to eat. Shannon could hardly look at her twin without blushing in remembrance of their passionate sex the night before. Sean felt the same way, gripping his mug hard enough to whiten his knuckles. 

He sipped the coffee and took a deep breath. "Ok, there's a lot to tell you, but first things first: I swear I did not have intercourse with any guy besides you this week. That includes Adam." 

Shannon blushed a bit, realizing he might have controlled himself better than her. "That's good to know. Go on."

"Do you remember that on Tuesday Kristen picked a fight with me, and after that she agreed to stop blackballing you around school?" 

"Sure, I was wondering what you said to her." 

He looked at her for a long moment. "Wait a sec... No, you didn't! She hates me." 

"Actually, she had a crush on you." 

"Oh, god, I can't believe it! Did anyone see you?" 

"No, we were alone in the wrestling room, she tackled me, the stupid sweatpants came off, I subdued her, we kissed, and yada yada." 

Shannon put her hands over her face and groaned, but then she had to laugh. "How was the bitch queen, considering you've been lusting after her for months?"

"Wow, do you really want to know?" 

Shannon had a strange look on her face, a mix of reluctance and intense curiosity. Her eyes glittered a bit as she answered, "I guess I do. After all, I have to deal with her from now on. Are we a couple?"

"No, not at all. In fact, I made it clear that it was a one time thing, that she had been too mean to you." 

"And yet she agreed to leave me alone, that seems strange." 

"Well, that was, uh, after the second time." 

"Second time? When was this? Where?" 

"Well, she sort of got obsessed. The sex was really good because of the things you told me Monday, and she showed me a lot as well. Then you changed my look at the same time by coincidence, so Thursday she came on to me again backstage in the auditorium." 

"And?" 

"She was begging for it, and she looked amazing, you have no idea. Dressed to the nines, stockings, garter, wow..." His eyes unfocused as he remembered. Shannon found herself getting a bit warm, too.

Sean was desperate to change the subject now. "I have to ask you a few things, too. Why did my rating from Erica go up so much? Misty mentioned I'm number one. You don't get that from some kisses."

Now Shannon was blushing furiously. "Ok, fine. I can't believe you saddled me with her without warning me a little. Erica could seduce a saint, even a gay one. She was all over me Monday night, I made her come with some feminine expertise, but then she rubbed her ass all over my lap and gave me an incredible blowjob. I swear I never knew a girl could make a guy feel that way, I thought my head would explode."

"Well now you know. She's the first who ever went down on me, but I guess I hit the jackpot there. I don't think most girls are anywhere near that good."

"Well, I was also a bit too good. She couldn't believe it. So then she wanted more. She talked me into coming over Wednesday to help her move stuff, then she tricked me down in her basement and tied me down." 

"Wow, really? That sounds hot." 

Shannon sighed. "She was just getting started. She has a fucking stripper pole, can you believe it? She stripped to songs by Prince and then she rode me like a pogo stick. So I lost my virginity, again." 

"Wow, did you ever." 

"She also wanted something more." 

"What else is there?" 

"Her ass." 

"You're kidding, anal too? Fuck, Shannon, you've been more places than I have." 

"What could I do, I was tied down!" 

"How did it feel?" 

"Incredibly hot and tight. She came like crazy." Shannon could not help looking satisfied and smug as she remembered how hard they both came.

"Wow, is there a video?"

"Perv. Anyway, she left me alone after that, I'm not sure why. Maybe she got enough data for her blog. I'm almost insulted she didn't come back for more, actually. I was really fucking good."

"Wow, now who's a bit cocky? Actually, she has left you alone because I talked to her the next day, told her you were pissed about the blogging, and convinced her to lay off." 

"Erica does what she wants. How did you convince her?"

"I told her..." he couldn't come up with anything, his face looking guilty again. 

Shannon was incredulous, "Oh no, oh god, oh no. Her too? Jesus, both of them think I'm a lesbian slut now. Did you do the rest of the cheerleaders, too? I'm going to kill you!" 

"Shannon, calm down, please! I don't think it's that bad. She apparently saw me and Kristen, so she had been fantasizing about you, and she said it was one time only, and then she would leave both of us alone!" he stammered quickly.

Shannon was not quite mollified by this. "Christ, I hope she keeps her word. I'm going to be so embarrassed if those two start hitting on me every time I turn around." She had an evil thought stemming from her anger. "Well, I have a bit of news for you, too. Did you know Oliver is bisexual?" 

"No, how do you know, did he tell you?" 

"Sort of," she paused, letting him work on it. 

He gasped when it hit him. "Oh, shit, what did you do?" 

"Well, he caught me looking at him a bit too much in the showers, and apparently he had been hot for you for a while. He came over during your date with my boyfriend to pour his heart out. He was confused, asked for a kiss to help figure things out. You have to understand, I've been fantasizing about him since long before Adam asked me out. Oliver is just so beautiful, and he is hung like a horse. I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist."

Sean's hands had wandered down towards his hips, circling backwards a bit. "Uh.." 

"Oh relax, we didn't do that. Blow jobs only. I don't see this as much different than you doing girls in my body." 

Sean could not help feeling both relieved and even a bit horny, wondering what Oliver's cock looked like erect. Was it bigger than Adam's? He pushed the thought aside. "Maybe it's not, but I'm still not happy. He's kind of my best friend, we work out together almost every day. Am I supposed to kiss him next time I see him?" 

"I hadn't thought of that. Would it be so bad, you kissed Adam this week, didn't you?" 

"Yes, quite a few times, actually." 

"What else did you do?" 

"Stuff." 

"C'mon, out with it, I really need to know where I stand with him." 

Sean sighed, embarrassed again. "Ok, you know how Erica can seduce anyone male? Well, Adam is kind of like that with girls, too, but super nice about it. He's a great guy: considerate, handsome, humble, smart. Your body is nuts for him, and it kind of drew me along. If I were a girl, I'd definitely jump him, and I was, so I did, if that makes sense." 

"How far did you go?" 

"Much farther than I intended, but not all the way, don't get me wrong. Also, Adam did not force himself on me, he just correctly interpreted your body's signals. Holy hell, does he have magic hands and a golden tongue! I can only hope to be that good in bed someday. We masturbated each other on Monday and somehow ended up in a 69 on that 4th date. At the pool yesterday he got me going so much, I was nearly losing my identity and becoming you. I can't believe I'm telling you this, but I gave him a blow job." 

"Wow, and I thought the switch had me messed up." 

"You and me, both. I was actually pretty good at it, so I can't really hold you going down with Oliver against you." 

"So you went down, and in my bikini, too. That sounds fucking hot." 

"Um, actually I was only in half your bikini at the time." 

Shannon felt her pussy warm imagining the scene. "Wait, I thought his mom was there?" 

"Fortunately or unfortunately, she was called into the hospital all of a sudden. Don't worry, she loves you so far. Actually, I'm pretty sure he does too. Love you, I mean." 

"Oh, Sean, really? I'll kill you if you're joking about this." 

"Hey, maybe I'm not the greatest judge of how a guy feels. I mean, look at Mr. Oblivious with Oliver. But Adam really seems gone, I could tell. I hope I didn't mess you up on this, you really deserve him, I think."

"I hope so, too. Ok, I have a question for you: how do you feel about Misty?" 

"She's terrific. Funny, cute, rocking bod, what's not to like?"

"Are you planning to ask her out?" 

"The thought had occurred to me, yes. Especially knowing she likes me. I had been avoiding thinking about her because she's your best friend." 

"Don't do that anymore. Going out with her would be the smartest thing you ever did."

Speaking of the devil, the doorbell rang. Shannon went over and saw the blonde through the glass insert. She threw open the door and yanked the shocked girl into a hug. "Hey, skank!" 

Misty drew back in amazement, "Shannon, is that you?" 

"Yes! We switched back!" 

Misty hugged her back fiercely, whispering, "I'm so glad." A small part of her still wanted the lover and friend together, but she pushed it away. 

Shannon whispered back quickly, "I didn't tell him." 

Looking up, Misty noticed Sean gazing at her intensely. "How are you feeling?" 

She asked to cover up the butterflies now churning in her stomach. Just two days ago she had been wrapped around that body and having the best experience of her life.

"Better, much better. We're sorry we fooled you for a few days, but we didn't think anyone would believe us. I'm also sorry I sort of eavesdropped on stuff you thought you were only telling Shannon." 

"Well, at least we didn't discuss anything too embarrassing like menstrual cramps or something." 

He grinned and her stomach flipped again. Get a hold of yourself, she commanded.

"Would you like to have dinner tonight?" he asked. 

She blushed and looked at Shannon, who nodded quickly. "Ah, ok. That would be great." 

Shannon took her hand and led her to the living room, where all three sat. Misty was still reeling a bit, but her natural curiosity took over. "You must have a pretty unique perspective now on women, Sean." 

"It was quite the experience. I don't think I'll ever forget it, even if I live to be a hundred." 

"Shannon told me about her experience. I think I'd like being a guy for a week, actually." 

"Probably a lot of girls would, and guys if they were honest, but it's a little harder when you become your sibling, your twin. It's very embarrassing at first, actually." 

"I can imagine. If my little brother was... I'll just stop there." 

Sean excused himself, not willing to delve too deeply into the experience with anyone besides Shannon, at least not yet.

The two best friends curled up on the couch to catch up. "So what happened?" 

Shannon was evasive. "We woke up ourselves this morning after falling asleep drunk on the couch. Maybe whatever it was only lasts a week or so."

"I guess so. I can't believe Sean asked me out!" Misty changed the subject excitedly, which made Shannon grateful. 

"I know, I know. I think he's been thinking about you all week since you accidentally spilled the beans about your crush." 

"If only he'd hit on me then, that would have been interesting," Misty joked, sort of. She was wondering how much female anatomy he had learned during the week. It was strange and sexy knowing that the Shannon before her knew what she looked like in extremis.

"Like I said earlier, I didn't tell Sean what we did the other day. It's up to you. I think he can handle it, we both did some weird and wonderful things this week." 

"Really, what did he do?" 

"Let's just say my body is not a stranger on Lesbos." 

"Wow, who did he do?" 

"I'd rather not say yet, although I expect you may find out eventually." 

"Bitch." 

Shannon smiled at the retort. "Keep your shirt on, I'll probably tell you soon." 

"Maybe I should take my shirt off to convince you," Misty said, mostly teasing. 

"Hey, be careful where you point those gunboats, skank." Their usual banter had an added spark resulting from their unusual intimacy, daring each of them to make a move. Shannon had not expected this, but it was something intriguing for the future.

"What shall I wear for my date?" They discussed outfits for a while, staying on the familiar topic to dissipate the sexual tension.

Shannon called Adam as soon as Misty left. 

"Hello?" 

"Hey, handsome. Are you free tonight? I owe you a dinner." 

"I had plans with Emma Stone tonight, but I will cancel them for you." 

Just the sound of his voice made her muscles tighten. "Sean is going out, so we'll have the house to ourselves. See you at 7:30 or so?" 

"Great, see you then."

Sean wandered in from his bedroom. "What are those bags in my room?" 

"A surprise for you. I went shopping yesterday after the gym. Those rags you wear were driving me crazy."

"Rags?" 

"Yes, I apologize for neglecting my sisterly duties as fashion critic in the past. Rest assured you will not be allowed to be such a schlub in the future." She grinned at him. "Wear one of those outfits for Misty tonight, you'll knock her socks off."

Shannon spent the remainder of the day preparing lasagna, exercising and getting ready for the date with a bit of shopping. She took special pleasure in being back in her graceful, beautiful body that was the result of her own hard work. Sean's body had been amazingly strong and fit and fast, but there was a reason Shannon was a dancer, not a fighter. She so enjoyed dancing at the studio again that she was laughing instead of tired at the end of her workout.

The only issue was that she seemed more sexually aroused, both more often and more easily. She tried to hold off masturbating, wanting to save all her energy for Adam later, but when her pussy was begging for attention the third time at home she gave in, part of her wondering what Sean and the switch had done to her this past week.

Sean himself was having a similar problem, although he habitually masturbated every day already. He managed to put together a plan for the evening and make a couple of calls, but then he found himself very distracted and with huge wood for seemingly no reason. He crept to Shannon's door to listen and heard faint moaning from within. This seeming coincidence tipped him over the edge, so he grabbed his dick and stroked it eagerly. As he got closer and closer to finishing, he could hear his sister getting louder. Finally he heard her come with a high pitched cry, and he shot into his fist, filling his palms with hot spunk.

Shannon tried to catch her breath after a very strong orgasm, the result of denying herself previously. She then heard furtive footsteps walking away. Had Sean been listening? The thought was titillating.

Shannon showered and did her makeup and hair. Then she dressed as carefully as she ever had. She started with new lingerie that she had purchased earlier, a dark pink lace thong with a bra that just barely contained her straining breasts and sheer stockings with a matching garter belt under the thong. She then put on a royal blue silk dress. Its skirt was just long enough to cover the tops of the stockings. It had a deep cleavage and zipped up the back.

Sean had showered as well and donned snug black pants and a well-fitting button down green shirt from the new clothes bag. He was surprised at how nice he looked. He would have to make Shannon his personal shopper in the future.

There was a knock at his bedroom door. He opened it and the twins gazed at each other in their best clothes. "Wow," Sean whistled. 

Each twin had the same thought, "it would be nice to switch back and look that good."

Shannon smiled and turned, pulling her tumbling hair over her shoulder. "Can you zip me up?" 

He reached with slightly trembling fingers and touched her skin for the first time since the previous night. "Her back is so smooth," he thought as he pulled the zipper closed. 

"His hands are so warm," she thought. 

"There you go," he said. 




My Earliest Fantasy



I grew up in Charleston SC. My mother and my father had divorced when I was 12. Mom met my stepfather, and moved my sister and I to Charleston after they were married. It's a nice place, but I digress... 

Ms. Wells was probably the toughest teacher at my high school. She was very demanding and accepted nothing less than 100% from her students. The problem I had was that school always came easy for me. Not much of a challenge, if you know what I mean. For most teachers, that was enough. Not for Ms. Wells though. 

Ms. Wells hadn't been out of college long. She probably was no more than 27 or 28 years old. And while she had the reputation of being a hard teacher, she was also easily the most attractive. She usually wore loose fitting sweaters and ankle length dresses. But at 18, all you did was wonder what was under those clothes. 

Ms. Wells quickly found out that I was sand bagging, and not taking her English class as seriously as I should. Although my grades were fine, she knew I was not applying myself 100%. She tried putting more pressure on me to apply myself. Not only with after class discussions, but also putting me on the spot in front of the class with questions that the average student probably wouldn't know. I think that was the breaking point. 

I mean come on, I had a reputation at school. I was a jock, not a bookworm. I couldn't simply answer her questions in front of my peers, with out facing ridicule in front of them later... could I? So I made jokes. Disrupted class. And was your basic stereotypical jock asshole. 

And that was all that Ms. Wells needed. 

Now I lived in a middle upper class neighborhood, and I had absolutely NO idea that Ms Wells lived 6 or 7 houses down from me. 

So imagine my shock when on a Saturday afternoon while out raking the yard, Ms. Wells turns into my driveway. 

"Chris, are you parents home?" She asked, as she cut the engine and stepped from her car. 

"Uhhh... yes mam," I manage to stammer out. 

"Great, I think its about time I had a talk with Mr. and Mrs. White". 

"Ummm ... sure," I manage to mumble as I dropped the rake and guided her toward the garage. "Mind if I ask how you knew where I lived Ms Wells?" 

Glancing back at me with a stern look, she stopped. "I didn't know until 5 minutes ago. You see that newer house on the other side of the street?" she asked pointing. 

"Yes mam". 

"I moved in in July," she said as she whirled back around and headed for the garage door. 

Now let me tell you... My Mom didn't fuck around when it came to school. So she was none to thrilled to have her sons English teacher show up at her house on a Saturday afternoon. 

I introduced Ms. Wells to my parents. Turning back to me, Ms. Wells asked if she could talk to my parents in private. With an obvious angry and upset look in her eyes, my mother barked me back out into the yard. 

Fucking aye!! What the hell is going on, I thought to myself as I got back to raking the yard. I was getting nothing but A's in Ms. Wells class, what more did she want. 

After maybe 45 minutes to an hour, Ms. Wells walked back to her car. Looking over at me, she paused and smiled. 

"See you next Saturday Chris," she yelled as she sat back in her car and drove off. 

Next Saturday, I thought. 

Christopher!!, my mom yelled. 

My parents quickly explained to me, that my behavior was unacceptable. And that I was too not only receive extra homework during the week, but I was also to spend the next 4 Saturday afternoons at Ms. Wells house for extra tutoring. 

There was no reasoning with my parents. It was a done deal. I was screwed for the next four Saturdays. This was going to absolutely suck... or so I thought. 

Now, as I said before, Ms. Wells was no more than 27 or 28. She had attended and graduated from Charleston Southern University, and as I would find out later, was their homecoming queen her senior year. Even though she was a huge pain in the ass and rapidly becoming a bitch in my book, I had to admit that she was an incredibly attractive woman. She had shoulder length light brown hair, green eyes, stood maybe 5' 7" in height and probably weighed no more than 120 at best. But most of her beauty was concealed by her more than conservative dress. 

School continued as usual the next week, with me meeting Ms Wells after class for additional homework assignments. And Jesus where they assignments! This was my senior year in High School. I had just turned 18! This was a time for fun and frolic, not college level work assignments! She explained to me that we would go over all of the additional homework, as well as anything new on Saturday. 

Needless to say, my evenings were filled with me pouring over literature. The best way to get past this, I thought to myself, is just to bust my ass for a month. Get it over with. 

Saturday morning, I woke up and did what little work I needed to get done around the house. My Mom reminded me that I was to be at Ms. Wells' house by noon. Yeah yeah yeah, I thought to myself. So much for watching football with the guys today!! 

Grabbing my books and notebook, I walked down to her house. Maybe she won't keep me all afternoon, I thought as I rang her doorbell. 

"Glad you could make it she said as she held the door open for me". 

I stood in complete silence unable to speak. Before me stood Ms. Wells wearing a pair of cut off jeans and a loose fitting white T shirt. 

"Well?" she asked. 

Snapping out of my trance, I quickly walked in. After closing the door, I followed her as she guided me to her desk. My eyes locked on her as I followed. I watched as her bare feet lightly slap against the floor. I watched as her slender shapely legs met perfectly at her denim-clad ass. And what an ass. Her cut offs were short ... REAL SHORT!! And her ass fit them perfectly. 

As she swayed gently to her desk, she explained how she had almost finished her housework. My young virgin cock, strained against my Levi's as we reached the desk. 

It was more of a large table than a desk. Grabbing a chair, she pulled it to the opposite side of the table. "You can sit here," she said as she moved to the other side. Pulling out a week's worth of work, I gently laid it on the table. I was really finding it harder and harder looking Ms Wells in the eyes. While her T-shirt was loose, it was more than filled. And I could have sworn she wasn't wearing a bra. 

Grabbing a book of Shakespeare from a shelf, she had me read it while she looked over my work. My eyes often wandered. 

"Good work," she said looking up at me after 20 minutes or so. Oh shit, I thought. I had been staring directly into her bosom... and I was busted. 

"Uhhh ... ummmm... yeah, thanks Ms. Wells, I stammered. 

A slight grin slipped across her lips. She had me. 

"See what happens when you apply yourself," she said as she rose from the table. "This is college level material that you're doing Chris. I want you to finish reading the play I gave you, while I finish my last bit of house work". 

While I don't recall the play, I had read it before. It was almost unbelievable how I was able to concentrate on the Shakespeare, as well as Ms. Wells as she moved about her house. 

I watched as she dusted... reaching up high to dust shelves... her T shirt rising above her shorts, exposing her lightly tanned lower back. I watched as she bent over .. her knees not bending ... her ass beautifully encased in her cutoffs. 

Finally around 3:30, I finished the play. 

"Uhhh, Ms Wells," I called to her. "I'm done". 

Rising from her squatting position, she brushed the sweat from her brow and walked over to me. 

"Ok Chris, I guess that's enough for today. I know you have practice Monday afternoon, but do you have a free period before school lets out?" she asked. 

"Yes mam," I'm free the period after second lunch," I replied as I gathered up my things. 

"Great, meet me in my class room then and we'll go over what you've read". 

"Yes mam," I replied. 

"But, before you leave can you carry this box of garbage to the curb," she asked gesturing to the den. 

As an 18 year old, I had absolutely no control over the erection that was pounding against my Levi's. This was exactly what I was most worried about. I'd been watching Ms. Wells dance and sway about her house, creating a nice adolescent bulge in my jeans. 

Rising carefully, I picked up the box and carried it outside for her. Ms. Well met me at the door holding my books and notes, with what appeared to be a sly grin on her face. 

"Here you go Chris, see you Monday. 

Taking my books from her, I hurriedly walked home. My god, I thought to myself. I had no idea my English teacher was so hot, I thought to myself as I walked. 

Throughout that night and the next day, all I could picture in my head was Ms. Wells. She was in my head... in my thoughts. Hell she kept me hard for hours ... hell days!! Our meeting during 4th period was somewhat brief. Sitting in a student's desk, she asked me to stand before her and give a brief synopsis of the play I'd read. 

Being 18, I don't know if it was my hormones or me ... but she seemed different. She was dressed differently I mean. She wasn't wearing the conservative pant suites, or ankle length dresses she normally wore. Instead she had on a short skirt (maybe 2 or 3 inches above the knee) and a white blouse with more than one button undone. 

As I gave my report, I couldn't help but watch her cross her lovely long legs. My groin stirred once more as my eyes ran from her legs to her chest. God I gotta get outta here, I thought to myself. 

I was in hell ... Pubescent hell!! Was she doing this on purpose?? Or was it my imagination. Whatever ... it didn't matter. It was one HELL of a motivator. I almost looked forward to our sessions. 

Week after week, it was the same routine. The 2nd week she wore a pair of running shorts, and the 3rd Saturday a pair of spandex biker shorts. And after every session, she'd ask me to do some sort of task for her. Whether it was taking the trash out for her, or moving furniture. Whatever it was, I couldn't wait to rush home... strip out of my cloths ... and stroke my young hard cock until I was spouting cum across my bed. She had become my fantasy. Looking back at it now, I guess most kids that age fantasized about a teacher at one time or another. All I can say is that Ms. Wells was constantly in my thoughts. 

On the Friday before our last session, Ms Wells pulled me aside after class. "Chris, I am very pleased at the way your attitude has improved over the last several weeks. Good luck in tonight's game, and I'll see you tomorrow at noon," she said with a smile on her face. 

Yes mam... and thanks, I said as I walked from the room. 

We were playing our cross town rivals that night, and as the QB I took quite a beating. We not only lost the game, but I woke up the next morning feeling every hit I took the night before. 

I was sore as hell, but thoughts of what Ms. Wells would be wearing for our last session, kept a smile on my face. 

I rang her doorbell twice, before I heard her call for me to come on in. 

"Go ahead and make yourself comfortable at the table," she called out to me. "I'm upstairs and will be down in a minute. 

Finding the table, I set my things down, made myself comfortable and waited. 

"Sorry about that. Going to a Halloween party tonight and was trying to decide what to go as," she said as she rounded the corner. 

My breath stopped. I could not move. Standing before me was my 27ish English teacher wearing her college cheerleading uniform!! My cock immediately sprung to life, as I squeezed my legs together in an attempt to hide my arousal. 

"So I guess you were a cheerleader at CSU," I sheepishly asked. Her skirt was short, and the top was much tighter than I thought it should have been. 

"I thought I might, but I seem to have grown a bit since I last had this on," she said as she tugged at the top. 

My eyes were transfixed. Glancing over at me, she saw me watching... she saw the expression on my face. 

"Do you think this is alright," she asked with a wide grin. 

"Uhh ... yes mam. You look great... errr... I mean fine," I stammered out. 

"Well thank you Chris. Are you ready for our last session?" 

"Yes mam," I replied. 

For our last session, I thought you could watch a Shakespeare play I have taped. Sound good to you? By the way, how did the game go last night?" 

"Yeah, that sounds fine Ms Wells," my eyes still unable to slip from her tight body. 

"We didn't play to well last night," I groaned as my muscles ached when I stood. "Goose Creek hammered us ... Especially our QB." 

"Oh... I'm so sorry to hear that... wait a minute. Don't you play quarterback?" 

"Yes mam," I said with a grin and a groan. 

"Men and football," Ms. Wells said as she pressed play on the VCR. "Sit in this chair," she said gesturing to an oversized armchair. "Maybe I can work some of the soreness out. 

As the play started, Ms. Wells moved behind me. Her small soft hands found my neck and shoulders and gently kneaded the muscles. "How's that," she asked as her hands worked through my T shirt. "Fine... feels great Ms. Wells," I almost moaned. 

"Just for today, you can call me Kathy ... but just today," she said with a chuckle. What is going on?, I thought to my self. The tent my cock was creating in my sweat pants was more than evident. Picked a fine time to wear sweatpants I thought to myself. Crossing my legs, I tried in vain to conceal my excitement. 

"Chris... just relax," Ms Wells said as her hands slid down my sides. "I used to be pretty good at massages," she said with a chuckle. "Just watch the play, relax and enjoy. Do you mind if we get this out of the way?" she said as she grasped the bottom of my T shirt. 

Before I could answer, she had it up and over my head. "Jesus chris," she almost gasped as she saw a large bruise on my ribs. "I had no idea," she said. 

"I told you we got beat pretty good Ms... errr... I mean Kathy," I stammered out. 

"Sit right there, I'll be right back," she said as she dashed up the stairs. 

She returned with a large pillow and a bottle of message oil, which she lay out on the floor. "Lay on your stomach, and I'll see what I can do." 

"You really... I mean, Kathy... you don't have..." 

"Lay down and hush she interrupted." 

Ms. Wells quickly removed my shoes and socks, as I felt her squeeze the oil out onto my back. My cock seemed to grow harder and harder, and I was thankful that I was lying on my stomach. Closing my eyes, I quietly moaned as she spread her fingers across my back... gently messaging the oil in. Working her way up to my shoulders, I turned my head to the side as her hands slowly slid down my side. Opening my eyes to slits, I could see Ms. Wells kneeling to my left as her hands stroked my oil covered back. 

Tightening my ass, I was unable to stop myself from grinding my hips into her carpet. 

"Feel ok Chris," Ms. Wells asked. There was a change in here voice. She no longer sounded like my teacher ...it was different. 

"Yes ... feels great," I almost gasped out. 

"Lets get these off so I can finish," she said as she hooked her thumbs into the waist band of my sweats. 

Before I could answer, she had my pants down and off. I was stunned. Here I was in my English teachers home, lying on her den floor in only my cotton briefs!! 

Gently her hands reached for my legs. Gently she messaged oil into my feet and calves. Slowly her hands kneaded upward. About mid thigh, I felt her staddle my legs. Gently she kneaded and massaged my thighs ... higher ... and higher. Her hands slid to the inside of my thighs and gently slid them apart. 

I couldn't move... couldn't talk. My cock strained against my briefs... the head pocking above the waist band. Neither of us had said a word. I could hear Ms. Wells breathing heavier, as her hands slid over my brief covered ass. Leaning forward, she slid her hands farther up my back as her ass moved higher up my thighs.

As her hands reached my shoulders, she leaned down to my ear. "Does it feel good," she whispered horsely. All I could do was moan. 

"Roll over Chris," she whispered as she lightly kissed my cheek. 

As she rose to her knees, I rolled onto my back under her. Her ass rested on my upper thighs, as her short skirt spread out over her soft thighs. I watched as she smiled, her chest heaving. Slowly, she pulled her top up and over her head. Her nipples were hard, her breasts without sag. 

I didn't know what to do... I was lost. Hell I'd only seen my girl friends breasts a couple of times, but these... oh god!! 

Slowly, Ms. Wells bent down and lightly kissed my lips. "Just relax Chris," she moaned against me. Lightly she licked my lips, as her hands stroked my hair. 

Reaching up, I reached for her. Finding her waist, I slowly slid my hands upward, as her tongue slowly parted my lips. With my hands trembling, I found Ms. Wells breasts, as she hungrily sucked my tongue into her mouth. As I squeezed and messaged, her nipples pressed against my palm. 

"Mmmmm...," she moaned as she pulled back from my mouth. 

Grinning, she knelt over me, and slowly ran her fingers down my belly. Reaching my briefs, she stared for a moment at my hard cock peeking through the waist band. 

"Is this for the teacher," Ms. Wells asked with an evil gin on her face. 

Lightly she ran a finger nail over my exposed head. Gasping, I arched my hips up into her. Grasping the waistband, she pulled my briefs down and off... allowing my cock to bounce free. 

Moving from my side, I gasped as her fingers found my hardness and her lips found my belly. Slowly she traced a line to my shaft... lightly tracing upward. 

"Oh yes," I moaned as Ms. wells lips reached my head. 

Glancing down, I watched as her lips slide over my swollen member. Slowly my cock slid deeper down her throat, as she sucked my virginity from me. 

"God yes... I'm gonna cum," I moaned. "Oh god I'm sorry," I moaned to Ms. Wells. 

Pulling my cock from her mouth, Ms. Wells looked me straight in the eye. "Cum for me Chris," she said as her hand stroked my cock. "Cum for me," she moaned as she once again swallowed my cock. 

"Oh god... OH GOD YES!!" I almost screamed, as cum rushed from my throbbing cock. 

As my orgasm subsided, Ms. Wells stood and slid her skirt and panties to the floor. "Did you like that," she cooed as she sat down in the arm chair in front of me. Pushing myself up on my elbows, I watched as her hands slid from her breasts... where she pinched and twisted her hard nipples...down her soft belly ...finally reaching her nicely trimmed pussy. 

Slowly she slid one, then two fingers in her wetness. I was transfixed. I couldn't move as she watched me ... watch her. 

"You want to help me Chris," Ms. Wells cooed. Unable to speak, I nodded yes. Grinning she beckoned me with her free hand. 

"uhhh... I've never ... ummm ...," I stammered as I crawled over to her. 

"I'm the teacher remember," she said as she guided my head between her soft thighs. "let me teach you". 

"Lightly lick the lips Chris...yes... yes, thats it baby. Now slowly slide your fingers upward... OHH!! yeah... find it?? Thats my clit Chris. Thats my key to heaven," she gasped. 

Looking up from her thighs, I watched as she closed hers while squeezing her breasts. Looking back down, I gently sucked her clit into my mouth. 

"Oh God yes Chris," Ms. Wells moaned. 

Reaching up with my hand, I slid 1, then 2 fingers deep into her pussy as I sucked her clit harder into my mouth. Her ass slide further down the chair, as she arched her hips to my mouth. 

As I slid the 3rd finger in, she cied out in bliss. "God yes... don't stop Chris ... Please don't stop!!" 

I could feel her muscles tighten around my fingers as I thrust in a final time. Grasping my hair tightly, she pull my face hard against her pussy as she exploded in sexual bliss. I never stopped licking... I didn't know to. Sliding to the edge of the chair, she brought her lips to mine... gently she sucked her juice from my tongue, as she kissed me hard. 




My Earliest Fantasy



Pulling back, she rose to her feet... smiled and took my hand. 

Reaching the table that we had used for a desk for the past 4 weeks, she swept it clean with her right arm. Sitting on the edge, she reached for my waist and pulled me to her. 

Lightly she stroked my cheek as she looked deeply into my eyes. "Did you know, I knew you were watching me Chris, she cooed at me. Did you know I wore those cloths for you?" Did it make you hot? Hard? It did me, Chris," she almost moaned as her hand slid down to my cock. 

"I know we shouldn't being doing this, she quietly whispered. But just the way you watched me ... looked at me," she quietly said as her hand stroked my cock. 

"I need you Chris. I need to teach you," she said as she slowly guided my hardness to her swollen lips. 

Gently I pressed inward as she grasped my waist. I looked down and watched as my swollen cock slowly slide between her wet lips. Grasping Ms. Wells waist, I thrust my cock deep into her pussy ... unable to wait... not wanting to wait. 

With a gasp, she wraps her legs around my waist and moans as I thrust my cock faster and deeper into her. 

"Oh God yes... Slower... don't cum yet," baby. 

I try to slow, but Ms. Well has to pull me up on the table. Gently she rolls me to my back and straddles my cock. 

Smiling she slowly slides her pussy down my hard cock. 

"God yes...," I moan out as she slowly rocks back and forth. Reaching for my hands, she places them on her breasts, as I thrust my hips to hers. 

I can feel her pussy tightening... gripping my cock, as the cum wells up in my balls. As she arches her back, I explode hard up into her as she reaches orgasm as well. 

As I regain my breath, she slowly slides from the table, and reaches for a robe draped against a chair in the corner. 

As she ties the sash, she walks back toward me as I sit up. 

"So, Chris... "

"What time is our next study session?"



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No Jimmy, That's Incest! Pt. 03



(Please read Parts 1 and 2, otherwise this story will not make much sense. To all the people who said they liked my first two stories, thanks. This is only the third story I have ever written, Pt. 1 was the first, so go easy. One strange thing. 70,000 read my first story, about 250 voted and only 5 sent me emails. That's an amazing small percentage. A little more feedback would be nice, good or bad. Enjoy.)

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Chapter Eight

We were laying on the sofa a few nights later. I was naked, as I was almost all the time now and mom was wearing her usual panties. I was holding her and she was slowly caressing me with her hand. This was our quiet time in the evening, one of my favorite times. I had already been satisfied and cleaned. Now we were just relaxing and she knew I liked to be kept a little hard.

"Do you ever miss Jack mom?"

"Sometimes a little honey."

"What do you miss about him?"

"I don't know Jimmy."

"Was it this?"

I pushed my hand down under her panties and cupped her.

"No Jimmy, please. That's not right!" 

She tried to push my hand away. I slipped my finger into her. I had never touched this part of a women before and I was surprised at how wet she was. I slipped my finger all the way in.

"Please take you finger out Jimmy. We'll talk ok?"

I pulled out my finger but I left my hand where it was.

"I know you want more but I just can't let you sleep with me. You're my son. Do you need more help, maybe right after you get home from school and just before you go to bed?"

The memory of my coming five times in one hour flashed through my brain. I wondered for a second if she would do that for me. There will be time for that later I thought. I also thought that I did not want to cum five times in a pair of her panties. There were other, better places for my cum to go.

"No mom, not now. I was just worried that you are unhappy. I can hear your dildo almost every night and I know you must be frustrated."

"My what!?"

"Dildo. I looked it up on the internet. They come in a lot bigger sizes mom. Why didn't you get a bigger one?"

"First of all Jimmy it is called a vibrator. Only sluts use dildos. Mothers use vibrators and size isn't that important."

"It isn't? I thought size was the only thing that mattered."

"It is important honey. Every woman fantasizes about a large cock but there are other things a whole lot more important."

"You mean like how long a guy can stay hard mom. I read about that too on the internet."

Mom laughed and said "I'm going to have to look a little more closely at the web sites you go to honey."

I looked down at where my mom's hand was slowly moving up and down and said, "I think it's a little late for that."

"Oh god, I've ruined you. At your age you should be full of romantic notions about young ladies your own age. You should be dating girls from your school, not get hand jobs from an old lady."

"Your not old mom, your perfect, besides I thought you said I was too young to date."

"I think you've gotten a lot older in the last few weeks. How can you be like other boys your age now? That is what I have been worrying about since the first time you cam in my hands. Honey, I want you to take your hand off my cunt and make me a promise."

I left my hand right where it was and inserted my finger again. Mom squirmed but did not move away.

"What's the promise?"

"I want you to date someone this weekend. Take her to a show, buy her some candy, talk to her. Talk about school. And for gods sake keep you hands off her, at least for the first few dates."

"What about Vicky?"

Mom's hand tightened noticeably on my dick and she stopped stroking me.

"Vicky's dumb and her mother's a slut. All the ladies at church know that. I just think you can do better."

"Your jealous mom."

"I am not!"

Mom squeezed me so hard it almost hurt. I loved it.

"Ok mom ok. No Vicky. I will ask out this nice girl in my algebra class named Linda Gilmore. I have been talking to her and I think she will be happy to go to the movies with me."

"Remember Jimmy don't try to strip her naked on the first date. That is not what a nice girl really wants. She will let you know when it is the right time. And I promise you something."

"What?"

"You will not need sex when you take her out. You may want it, but you will not need it, understand?"

We both smiled and she snuggled down into my arm which was not easy since she was bigger that I was. I kissed her. I moved my finger in and out faster and she started to move her hand faster. A strange look came over her face.

"Yes! Yes! Just like that Jimmy. Yes!"

Suddenly mom stopped jacking me off and squeezed hard. Her hips moved quickly back and forth against my hand and she let out a quiet sigh. Then she went completely limp and smiled the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. A look of dreamy warmth was in her eyes.

"You ok mom?"

"I couldn't be better honey. I couldn't be better. I guess I really needed that. Thank you."

For some reason I didn't understand I felt wonderful.

"I guess we will have to change our definition of incest from now on. You still can't sleep with me but this is ok, I guess. Boy was it ok."

We watched television for about an hour, just holding each other and enjoying the show. Then I got up to go to bed.

"Do you want to come to my room now mom?"

"No honey, I'm use to sleeping here. Perhaps we will share a bed eventually but not right now. I need a little time alone every night. You would not want to see me in moisturizing crème, believe me. Now go to bed."

Mom threw pillow at me.

"You said there was something more important than size. What was it?"

"Jimmy, if the only thing that mattered was size and endurance, every women would be married to a dildo, err vibrator."

She smiled.

"What really matters is love, honey. It can make up for even the smallest dick, not that you have anything to worry about there."

I walked into my bedroom without touching the floor.

Chapter Nine

A promise is a promise. I asked Linda out for a movie and dinner at Wendy's on Saturday afternoon. Mom was so pleased when I told her Friday after school. As usual we were eating dinner and I was naked and she was topless. We sat side by side and I fed her and she fed me. I kissed her frequently. Sometimes I would drop a little on one of her breasts and lick it off.

"Tell me about her Jimmy."

"Well, we're in the same math class, she like cats, she has one, she laughs at my jokes and she is smart."

"Is she cute?"

"I think so."

Mom suddenly look very strange. She grabbed my dick with both hands and said in a choked voice "This may be harder than I thought. I know you have to start doing this, I know it, but I didn't expect this feeling. This actually hurts. My shy son is going on his first real date. No wonder incest is forbidden. I'm jealous! I expected you to be jealous of Jack but I didn't expect this."

"Please mom, easy. You have nothing to worry about."

I held her hard in my arms and we kissed.

"Maybe in twenty or thirty years she will be as beautiful as you, but she will never be my first love. You always will be."

"You do know the right things to say Jimmy."

We finished dinner quickly. We went into the living room and mom almost raped me.

"Where's the panties mom?"

"I don't think we are going to need them any more Jimmy."

She got down on her knees and opened her mouth. She reached out and cradled my balls with her hand. She licked the tip of my dick.

Jealousy is wonderful. Her head came down and my dick entered paradise. If my mother's mouth isn't in heaven, I don't want to go. When I came she almost drowned. That night she sleep in my room, no OUR room, and I finally pulled her panties off. It is true that she was asleep but they did come off. When she got up in the morning there was a smile on her face and she did not reach for them. I pushed her back down on the bed and tried to force her legs open.

"No honey, please. That is too much. I will give you everything you want but not that."

Mom was laying on my bed in all her naked glory. Her breasts stood up and did not sag. My hands ached to push her thighs apart. I was kissing her stomach, following the stretch lines with my lips. I loved them.

Mom pushed her breast together and licked her lips.

"Put it in here Jimmy. Put it between my breasts. You'll love it."

I quickly climbed up her body and laid myself on her chest. She pressed her breasts together. She was right. It was better than I expected. Her breasts were a little damp with sweat and moving back and forth was easy. Each time I pushed forward she tried to lick the tip of my dick. What a beautiful scene. When I began to cum I pushed forward on my knees and drove her head into the pillow. My balls hit her chin and I came with a vengeance. Mom was doing her absolute best to take me as deep as she could but she began to choke a little. I backed off and finished in her mouth.

"Thank you honey. It's going to take a while before I can take you all the way down. You're so big!"

My chest expanded to about twice it normal size and I would have strutted around the room if she wasn't still kissing my dick. Then I looked down and she was grinning, not smiling, grinning. And then she laughed out loud.

I was hurt. I pulled back and sat on her stomach. She laughed again.

"Oh my love, you should see your face. I just wanted to see what would happen when I did that. Don't worry, you're a swinging dick, or you soon will be and every boy in gym class is going to be envious."

She lifted her head and kissed my dick.

"You also have the most beautiful penis I have ever sucked and that's the truth. Now lets get up and have breakfast. You have to get ready for your date. I've done everything I can to protect the girl."

Mom and I showered together and I found that soaping her ass cheeks could become my life's passion. She turned to me and we stood pressed against each other and played with each other's rear ends.

"Honey, there are a few things you still have to learn. Women do love to be licked properly."

I pushed my finger deep into her ass. Mom pushed her finger into mine and we fucked each other with our fingers.

"Yes dear, there is that place too. But you are going to have to be gentle with me if I let you in there. I am not use to it and you really are big for your age. Ok?"

In answer, I pushed my finger in deeper. We both laughed.

"Now let me try something and we will see if you are ready for your date."

Mom knelled down and sucked. Water streamed down her face and I liked it, but I stayed soft. There is only so much cum in a person.

After about one minute mom stood up.

"Good, you are ready for Linda."

Chapter Ten

Linda turned out to be a lot of fun. I debated whether to tell mom the truth or lie but I did not want to lie to her. 

"Jimmy, I'm glad you had a good time. What did you talk about?"

"The other kids and the teachers mostly. We talked a little bit about the movie and what she wanted to do after school."

"Thank goodness you can still talk! I thought the sexual swamp we have make of this place might deprive you of speech."

"What?"

"Trust me honey, the bigger a man's penis grows, the smaller his brain gets. I think men ejaculate brain cells."

We had finished a late night snack and were cuddling in bed. She had given me a quick suck and I was playing with her cunt.

"Let me show you something else you will have to know about, Jimmy."

"Open my legs and spread me open. That's right. Don't play with yourself honey, this is homework. Do you see the two sets of lips? Look right at the top of them. Do you see the little knob? It's called my clitoris."

"Your what?"

"'Clitoris' Jimmy. I'm just telling you the right name, but you can just say 'clit'. That's what you want to work with if you want to become a lover and not just a dick with legs like most men."

I could see the little knob.

"The secret is to take your time honey. This is not just a job you hurry through, it's something you want to take your time with. Do you remember how much you wanted to play your guitar and how many hours you practiced? If you practiced anywhere near as much on my clit, I would be your slave. Just let your warm breath play on it for a while. You like it when I just hold you in my mouth when we are watching TV, don't you? That isn't as much fun for me as it is for you but I do it because I love you. This is the same thing."

For the next five minutes I licked and sucked.

"Be gentle honey. This is how you make a woman feel special."

I was just about to give up and admit that my tongue was exhausted when mom cam. Her legs clamped around my head and her fingers pulled my hair. After a few seconds, or it could have been a few years, she relaxed and opened her legs.

"That was very good, Jimmy."

I kissed her cunt. It was obvious that she loved it but I honestly hoped I would not have to do that every day. We just laid like that for a while, with my head in her lap. I kissed her stomach, right where the stretch marks were.

"What is the vibrator for mom?"

"Did you see what Jack was doing with it the last time he was here?"

I nodded.

"He used the vibrator to speed things up. It does work and you can use it on me sometimes but it would be better if you just used your lips and tongue. It shows a women that you care about more than just dumping a load of cum in her cunt every four hours."

We laughed and I kissed her stomach again.

"Jack could dump a load of cum in your cunt every four hours?"

"No honey, no grownup man can compete with someone your age. We have a strange society. You cannot sleep with an adult woman yet, not while your still in school, and never with me, but physically you are as ready as you will ever be. I don't understand it. I should be walking around showing you off to other mothers and telling them that they should get so lucky. I should be renting you out to friends who don't have teenage sons. I don't understand it."

"Renting?"

"I don't see anything wrong with that, we could use the money but ok, lending."

"You are kidding aren't you?"

The vision of me with a harem of women my mother's age flashed through my mind and I felt myself getting hard again.

"Not really." 

"Could I have five or six of them at a time, maybe all naked in the kitchen making me dinner, with one at a time under the table sucking me off and you supervising?"

Mom laughed.

"Yes dear, as long as you realize that this is a fantasy and will never happen, you can have them three deep in your bed."

I pushed her legs back apart.

"Can I have you now?"

Mom put her hands down over her cunt and closed her legs. She was beautiful.

"No honey, we just can't do that."

Maybe I could have just forced her legs open again but I just couldn't do that. This was her last secret, I thought, and I would not take by force what she was not willing to give. She was my mother after all.

Mom kissed me with passion, using her tongue to open my mouth.

"I can give you one more gift, one they say is even better than what you want. Honey, please look in the top drawer of my shelves and bring me the box you find there and the tube of lotion."

I found them easily and gave them to her.

"These are condoms Jimmy. I bought them for us tonight."

She opened one and showed it to me.

"Oh, you mean rubbers!"

"I guess men call them that but most women call them condoms. These are not lubricated, that means that they do not have any lotion on them. I remember trying to put lubricated ones on men, and it was a messy job. Do you know what we are going to do honey?"

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass."

"I know we both say that word but it really isn't very nice. Let's just say that you are going to 'take me from behind' or that you are going to 'use the back door'. It really is very much nicer."

"I suppose 'shit chute' is out then too?"

Mom actually looked shocked.

"Where do you hear language like that?!"

"I'm a guy mom. We talk like that all the time."

"Please don't say things like that in my house. Now let's put this on you. It is the woman's job to dress her man and if you ever have a woman who will not do this for you, find another who will."

She took a tissue from a box and dried me.

"Mom, why are we going to use this? Won't it be like taking a shower in a raincoat?"

Mom laughed.

"Where did you hear that Jimmy?"

"In gym class. The only thinks guys talk about are 'cunts, cars and football'. We get around to talking about everything eventually, at least if it has to do with sex."

"Honey, that phrase is probably over a thousand years old. I have no idea what it feels like to wear one, although I have read that there are similar things for women, but I have also read that it feels exactly the same when a man is using 'the back door'. I don't think my 'front door' is very tight Jimmy. I have had two beautiful little boys come out of there, but no one has ever put his penis up my rear end before."

"Really, I'll be the first?"

"Yes dear. Your dad wanted me to let him in but I was too afraid of being hurt. You are going to take my cherry."

Mom smiled up at me and took the rubber. She started at the top of my dick, err penis, and rolled it right down. I was impressed at how easily it went on. Then she played with my penis a little.

"I do want to keep you hard honey. Now before we begin I want you to put lots of lotion on the condom and on me. Lots."

I squeezed out a little and rubbed it up and down. I also squeezed out some on mom.

"That's not enough. Here let me show you."

Mom squeezed out about twice as much and rubbed it in. This felt a little different than her usual hand jobs, but I still began to enjoy myself. This wasn't anything like wearing a rain coat.

"I can see by your face that this feels good. Am I right Jimmy?"

"It feel different mom, but good. Why do you want me to wear it?"

"You could hurt me Jimmy and there is a chance for infection. Even if a girl says that you can use her ass unprotected, use one. It would be disrespectful to her not to wear one even if she is too stupid to ask you to do it. Plus it keeps you safe too, and you're my baby."

Mom wiped her hands on a tissue and knelled on the bed.

"Please fuck my ass honey, fuck it hard."

Mom was tight! I couldn't get the tip in more than about half an inch.

"I can't do it mom. It just won't go in."

"I'm sorry honey. I guess I am more afraid of this than I thought."

"Wait a second mom, I have an idea."

I took the vibrator and put some lotion on it. It was only about four inches long and not very thick. I turned it on and pushed it into her ass. It was a little hard to push at first but then started to go in smoothly.

"That's good honey. I can feel my rear relaxing. It makes we want to purr like a cat."

"Don't get to enjoying this too much mom because I'm coming in right now."

I pulled out the vibrator and jammed myself in. She clamped down on me like a steel vice! I didn't know if I could take this for long but I fucked her ass for all I was worth. Mom was screaming something but I could not make out the words, I just had to cum in her ass. I grabbed her breasts and held on to them. It was like riding a wild horse. I finally cam in her ass and slumped down beside her on the bed. My dick was still inside of her and the ring of muscles in her ass kept grabbing me and letting me go. I kissed mom's back and held her breasts in my hands.

"That was unbelievable mom. Could we stay like this for the rest of our lives?"

"That hurt like hell Jimmy. Please pull out and let me clean up."

She pulled away from me and went into the bathroom. My legs wouldn't move for a while but then I followed her. She was using a different lotion and spreading it on her asshole. I took the bottle away from her and started to spread it on her myself.




No Jimmy, That's Incest! Pt. 03



"Honey, please don't ask me to do that again, at least not for a while. I think it will be easier for both of use next time, but I have to practice with the vibrator for a while, ok? You showed me a new use for the little guy. I am surprised I didn't think of it myself. Maybe I was just afraid."

"Ok mom. I am sorry it hurt."

"I know you are honey."

Mom reached down and took off the condom. She seemed surprised at how much cum was in it. She let it sit in the palm of her hand for a moment.

"This is better than most grown men can do in a week. It is a shame to throw it away."

She set it down respectfully in the bathroom trash can.

We went to bed and sleep peacefully through the night.

Chapter Eleven

A month went by and mom did everything she could to make me happy. I forgot about the guitar and practiced on her clit.

"Are you ready to be my slave mom?"

"Hell Jimmy, I already am. I cook for you, I wash your clothes, I clean your home, I suck your dick, I bathe you. About the only thing I don't do is diaper you and wipe your ass."

Mom looked at the expression on my face.

"Forget it. You can wipe your own ass."

"What if I wipe your's first mom?"

She laughed.

"Is there any possibility that we could talk about something other than sex?"

I don't think she understood how hard that was. Sex, cars and football were all that I thought about and she had zero interest in cars and football. We watched various TV programs together and I even tried to read the novel she was reading. It was way too romantic so we talked about various detective and doctor shows on TV which we both liked.

"How are things going between you and Linda?"

"Well, I have gotten her blouse off but not her bra. She will only let me play with her breasts under the thing."

"That is not what I meant!"

"To be honest mom, teenage girls don't seem to be much more interested in talking that teenage guys. I see her talking to her girlfriends and they shut up when I am around. I think I am going to lose her soon to an older guy anyway."

"Why?"

"All she talks about is driving around in a car. It's like she thinks it is some kind of magic carpet. I even thought of borrowing yours."

"Please don't Jimmy. I know you can drive but you are not on my insurance. We just can't afford it. If you got caught we could be in a lot of trouble."

"Lets go for a ride mom. It's a beautiful night."

"Ok, but not too far. We can't afford to waste gas."

Mom and I got in the car and drove out onto a country road. It was not long before I had her blouse open. She was not wearing a bra, and I was playing with her breasts.

"What if someone sees Jimmy? Please stop that."

I kissed each nipple and started to suck.Mom began to moan and weave a little on the road.

"I'll stop if you let me drive for a while."

It was not easy to say this around a tit. My mouth was full.

"Ok, let me pull off the road and we will change places but only for a little while."

I sat up and mom pulled off the road. She moved to close her blouse but I held it open.

"Take it off completely mom."

She let it fall off her shoulders.

"Now lets change sides."

"I can't go out there like this. I told you we had to be careful honey."

"There isn't another car for miles. You'll be outside for just a second. Run around the front, through the lights. Go!"

Mom looked confused but jumped out of her side of the car. She ran around the front of the car, her breasts jumping wildly up and down. For just a second I thought about locking the doors and leaving her outside topless for a few seconds, but I couldn't, not this time. That's what school librarians are for. I crossed over into the driver's side and she jumped in. Mom was excited. So was I.

"Fun. wasn't it?"

"Maybe for you Jimmy but not for me. Now you wanted to drive so let's drive home. Give me back my blouse."

I gave her back her blouse but she did not put it on. Instead she sat as low as she could in the passenger seat. She was learning. I put the car in drive and started for home.

"Please keep in under thirty miles an hour honey. Do you have your seat belt on?

"No."

"Why not?"

"It would get in your way mom. Please unzip my pants and pull out my dick."

"Honey, I can't do that on the road while you are driving."

"Mom, I'm driving at thirty miles an hour on an empty road. What could happen?"

"I could bite it off if you got into an accident. I saw that once in a movie. I think Robin Williams was in it."

"Please mom."

She got on her knees, unzipped my pants and pulled me free. She held me in her right hand and squeezed pretty hard.

"So this is why you wanted to go for a ride, to fulfill another one of your fantasies? You wanted to be sucked off by your old mother while you are driving a car."

"Actually mom, any fabulously beautiful, topless woman would do, but you're the only one I know."

Mom was pleased. I could tell. She kissed the top of my dick.

"Shut up and drive."

Her head went down and I went up. Driving a car, with the window open and the wind blowing in you face while getting a blowjob is certainly one of the best feelings in the world. I could see my mother's back and I had the same feeling that I had when I was riding her ass. She was not 'my mother' at that moment. I could not see her face and all of the conflicting emotions about her being my mother and my lover just went away. She represented all women and all sex. I felt like I was part of something simpler and purer. I reached under and held one of her breasts. This was as good as life got, I thought. Shame I forgot the beer.

Mom held me in her mouth, slowly letting the muscles of her neck caress me, until we got home. She did have to come up for air every 30 seconds or so but that was ok. It felt wonderful. She sat up well before we got into our neighborhood. Mom was not going to take any chances near where we lived.

I parked and mom an I walked up onto the apartment's little back porch. We just stood there, looking out over the little town we lived in. We had a bit of a view.

Mom whispered, "You are one lucky motherfucker, Jimmy."

"I haven't gotten that far yet, mom."

We both laughed and went to bed.

About a week later dad called. Mom took the call and asked how Tommy was. Dad put Tommy on and they talked for a while. I could tell that she was resigned to his staying at his father's place. I think she understood that one son should go to each parent, even though he had not been much of a dad. I thanked God I was the one who had come back. Tommy didn't deserve mom. Let him try to score with that thankless whore his stepmother was. I hoped he got crotch rot. Dad came back on the line and asked to talk to me. He said something about his home always being available to me and that he might see fit to help me get a car. He could afford the insurance. I looked at mom. She was a vision of beauty, her breasts slowly rising and falling as she breathed. We were laying in bed together as usual and she could hear him quite clearly. I smiled at mom and told dad he could take the house, the car and everything else he could give me and shove them up his ass. I hung up. 

Mom looked at me and her face actually glowed. She opened her legs. She guided me up inside of her and it was wet, warm and smooth. I completely lost the sense of where I ended and she began. We were one being. She gently bit my ear.

"Welcome home, Jimmy." 

Epilog

 Tommy fucked his step-mother and got crotch rot. I loved that.

Mom got a better job at the nursing home and she has quit the diner. Also the nursing home has a daycare center.

Mom has what she always really wanted, the most beautiful little girl I have ever seen. We named her Margaret. Mom is still glowing. 

I loved every swelling month of her pregnancy. I use to bury my face in her belly and feel our child kick. I put my ear against mom's belly and heard magical things.

Now that Margaret is born, the milk isn't bad either. Margaret gets all she wants and then I get a good drink every day. It really is amazing how much milk a human mother can provide if she is ask to. She loves it, some sort of earth mother, feeding the family sort of thing.

Sex with her became so strange and novel that I now, almost a year after Margaret was born, I find myself still getting horney around pregnant women. How weird is that?

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Paradise



The First day

Each plane we board is smaller than the last as we flew south for our dream vacation. We had started out at Vancouver International Airport on a huge wide bodied something or other, then changed planes in Honolulu and again in New Zealand until we finally took off from some small South Pacific island in a tiny float plane for our final flight to the resort of our dreams and our vacation in the sun. The resort's name was, quite simply, 'Paradise' and the brochure had promised us a vacation like no other we could ever imagine. We had read no further than that and booked our trip. 

"Fuck the expense!" I had cried and Zoë agreed with me completely; after all, we had just won a small lottery and we needed a vacation on some exotic South Seas island.



~oo00O00oo~





"If we see a dwarf standing next to a tall Spanish looking guy on the pier we're leaving OK Baby," I joke as we begin the descent to land in the calm atoll waters of the tiny island that our resort is on.

Our pilot kindly takes us in high over the tropical island so we can see all of it. I hold Zoë's hand as we look out the windows at the breathtaking view. The island looks like two very different round islands pushed together to form one in the shape of the figure eight. The southern half is a tall ancient volcano with its peak in the clouds above us while the northern half is a low, gently sloping mass of tropical jungle giving way to palm groves nearer to the shore. A wide stream fed by a beautiful waterfall meanders north from the cliff face of the volcano to empty into a lagoon that is protected by the coral reef that surrounds the island. The outer edge of the reef is dotted with small sandy islets covered with palm groves making the whole look like a blue and green eye in the deeper blue of the ocean around it.

As the plane banks to line up for its final approach, we see the resort sprawled out under the tall palms surrounding the mouth of the stream and facing the lagoon. Two long piers reach out from sandy beaches one with numerous small boats tied to it with the other leading to thatch covered rooms on pilings over the sparkling water.

Our floatplane lands with a slight bump and an impressive spray of water before taxing to the end of the pier that has all the boats. As we get closer Zoë notices that there isn't anyone there to greet us and asks the copilot in a worried voice, "They are expecting us aren't they?"

"I don't think that there is a clock on this whole damned island," he complains. "Of course they are, Zoë, I talked to the reservations clerk by radio just before we picked you up at your hotel," he says with a grin as he opens the door of the plane so he can jump out and secure it to the dock.

As we step down from the plane onto the pier and into the scorching morning sun, the pilot apologizes again for our lost luggage. Our two small bags seem to have gone missing in Hawaii or somewhere. All we have with us is a tiny carry on suitcase containing some 'toys' we didn't want to lose and a money belt with our passports, credit cards and cash. Our 'toys' definitely caused some raised eyebrows and even a few smiles from the attendants at the many X-ray machines we had to put it through as we flew across the Pacific. 

We stand there in the only clothes we have left; our winter weight clothes from when we started our trip. "No worries mate," our pilot calls as he looks at his watch. "The hotel is just up the path you'll find when you get off the pier. I suggest that you get in the shade as soon as you can what with that northern gear you're wearing. We have to be off to Taranga to pick up our next fare." With that, the pair unties the plane and giving it a mighty shove away from the dock, they climb inside with hearty waves back at us standing in stunned and sweaty silence.

"Well, he is right, Serge, let's head for shade before I melt," Zoë sighs. "Paradise indeed!" she mmmph's as she turns and begins walking toward the palm grove and its shade. I hurry to keep up with my pretty lady as I pull off my heavy shirt and feel the soft trade winds begin to cool me a little. "Men," Zoë says as her arms disappear into her top and after a struggle, a pink, lacy bra appears like magic in her hand. "AAH, that's a little better. Here you carry it, seeing as I can't take my top off like you, you man you," she says dangling the offending article of clothing from her fingertips. I take the bra from her fingers and, putting it to my nose, take a deep whiff of her wonderful scent and toss it into the lagoon along with my sweatshirt. 

"Who needs clothes in paradise," I quip as I pretend to pull off her top.

We have reached the beach by this time and Zoë runs, laughing, the last few meters into the shade of the towering palms to sit exhausted on a convenient bench at the start of a wide path that leads to a dense overgrown jungle. I follow her again and notice a water fountain to her left. "A bench in the shade with a water fountain next to it, this just might be paradise," I roar as I suck down at least a gallon of sweet cold water then splash it all over me.

"Oh God, I'm next!" Zoë shouts as she pushes me aside for her turn at the fountain. "Um, that's better," she purrs with her thirst quenched and her freshly wet top clinging tightly to her perky breasts. 

We sit down on the bench again and I say to my love, "Paradise is certainly tardy in greeting its new guests, don't you think, Baby." 





~oo00O00oo~





"Oh, there they are!" a deep, sultry, woman's voice comes from the beach. "I tell you, Jean Claude that Aussie pilot is always early."

"He's the one with a watch; we're probably late again, Iman."

"Hush, dear, you know you can't be late on an island."

I look up to see a couple walking toward us from the beach hand in hand. The woman is a tall and very pretty black lady with very short hair. With her is a man that can only be French what with his sharp Gallic nose and that look that only the French and Italians seem to master. Then I look again as they are completely naked; their bodies are oiled and glisten in the sun. I nudge Zoë from the little nap she is having on the bench to point.

Noticing my stare the woman punches the man with her in the arm saying, "You told me you updated the website and brochure about Paradise being clothing optional last week."

"Ouch, that hurt!" the man exclaims as he rubs his arm, "And yes I did update it...yesterday."

"Allow me to introduce ourselves. This forgetful man is Jean Claude and my name is Iman. We are your hosts while you stay in Paradise." 

Zoë looks at me and then at the two nude people in front of us, "You mean we can get out of these hot clothes?" she asks in amazement. 

"But of course, you may dress or undress as you wish here in Paradise," Iman replies.

"Yes!" Zoë yells as she stands and strips off her hot clothes to stand naked in front of me to say, "God, that's better; your turn now Serge."

We give each other a loving look as I stand to do the same, "Well, this is a surprise," I say as I undress. "Being nude in Paradise is a plus we had thought of, but didn't expect," I say as I throw my last sock onto the bench and wink at my pretty lady. We had hoped to sneak off for naked trysts away from the resort, but to be able to walk around nude together in public is a nice revelation."

"Oh, you can do more than just be nude in public here," Iman answers cryptically in her beautifully flowing Caribbean accent. "Oooh, I see you both are 'Smoothies' and pierced and tattooed as well," Iman remarks as she stares at my pierced nipples, cock and balls and Zoë's huge clit hood ring. "You'll be the talk of the resort before nightfall, I bet. It'll be hard to know when to stop describing you two! 

"So few of the men are willing to shave their pubes these days, or have their cocks pierced for that matter. Right, Jean Claude? Maybe we should shave you and get your cock pieced like Serge's." 

"Ah, Aiata," Jean Claude says as he pulls absently at his huge thatch of pubic hair, "on time, as always."

I turn to look up the path to where he is looking to see a beautiful bare breasted Polynesian girl wearing only a sarong tied around her waist, with the knot on her right hip, walking toward us. She is carrying a tray with four glasses of some type of fancy tropical drink on it. Her large brown breasts gently sway above the tray with each step.

"Singapore Slings?" Jean Claude asks.

"What else?" Aiata laughs and smiles as she offers the first glass to Zoë then the second to me and the final two to our new hosts.

Jean Claude raises his glass in a toast and when we all respond he says in a very bad Spanish accent, "Serge and Zoë, Welcome to Fantasy Island."

We both laugh and Zoë asks if they had bugged the plane.

"No, the fool only does that about once or twice a month as a joke and it's a lame joke at that. Our European guests don't get it at all," Iman answers with the long suffering look that woman share together at there men's silliness.

Just as we finish our drinks, Aiata returns with two more Singapore Slings. Iman and Jean Claude place their empties on her tray and offer the fresh ones to us saying that they must get back to the hotel to prepare for our arrival. 

A new islander appears with two wide brimmed straw hats and two pair of sandals in his hands. He is wearing a sarong around his waist as well but it is tied in front so every now and then there is a glimpse of his rather large cock; if you were inclined to look that is. "Thank you, Teiki, for your consideration. Would you please take our new guests clothes and what little luggage they have managed to keep from being lost by the airlines up to the hotel for us?" Iman asks.

"Of course Madam."

Looking at us Iman says, "You'll find it all in the room that you select along with new clothes to replace those you lost en route. Rest here and meet us at the hotel when you are ready. Its just a little ways up the path."

We sit in silence surrounded by the sounds of tropical birds and the gentle lap of the water on the white sand beach. The soft trade wind rustles the palm fronds high above our heads as it gently cools our now naked bodies. 

"The wind feels so sensuous, I can feel it moving over every little hair on me. You know that lagoon looks so inviting and cooling, though. I think I'm just going to walk right in. Please come with me, Serge," Zoë purrs.

"Right behind you Baby," I drawl agreeing with her about the wind; I am getting a woody from the breeze as it plays over my naked body.

Standing up Zoë puts her straw hat on and sways down the beach and into the lagoon. Donning my own hat, I slowly saunter toward the water feeling strange being nude with a hat on. Zoë looks beautiful standing thigh deep in the lagoon with her back to me as she gazes out at the island dotted reef. By the time I reach the waters edge I have gone beyond a woody to a diamond cutter. I wade a few feet past Zoë to cool myself down chest deep in the lagoon, caressing her pretty buns as I pass. When I stop wading I look out at the reef then turn to look at my sweet lady standing there splashing water onto her high pert breasts.

"MMMM" she purrs as she stops splashing herself to look passionately at me from under the shade of her flower-covered hat. "Do you feel it?" she asks.

"Feel what?"

"Why the feeling of the sun, wind and water sucking the tensions right out of your body."

I stand there feeling the sensations and agree, "Yes, Zoë, you're right. And look, my dick has gone back to a woody."

"Oh, Serge," Zoë laughs as she splashes me. 

I laugh as well as I fall backwards into the warm water of the lagoon. "Look, a periscope," I say as I hold my still semi erect cock up out of the water and then turn to chase my hat as it floats away from me. 

"There will be none of that; right now anyway, Baby," Zoë responds as she grabs my ankle and begins to tow me toward the beach. "Let's head up to the hotel now and check in. I'm getting hungry."

I sputter and thrash about as seawater goes up my nose while Zoë pulls me to shore. I finally fight free to roll over to stand in the shallow water close to the beach, my woody now totally gone while I flop my sodden hat onto my head to have the brow of it droop over my face. 

"Now that you mention it I'm famished too."

"You know, Serge, I'm not totally comfortable walking into the hotel nude."

"Well, Teiki did take all of our clothes; we have no choice."

"MMM, OK, I guess," she sighs.

As we walk hand in hand up the beach, we see two towels waiting on the bench for us. Zoë picks hers up to dry herself off and finds a bright sarong underneath. Lifting my own thick towel, I find another sarong for me. A small table is now there as well with two tall sweating glasses filled with what proves to be some very cold exotic fruit juice. 

"How thoughtful," Zoë muses as she finishes drying herself off and wraps the soft almost see through sarong around her hips and ties it in a knot on her left hip. She picks up her glass of juice and strikes a sexy pose saying, "I guess I can handle going topless, don't you think," adding a sultry giggle at the end. I have my sarong on by now as well and have tied it in front, as Teiki wears his. Zoë's display causes another rising of my member and it pokes out from between the front edges of my sarong at a very jaunty angle indeed. 

"Thank you, Baby, but I think you should quit saluting me so much until later when we are in our room," Zoë husks as she gives my cock a swift stroke. "Now we have to wait for you to soften before we head up to the hotel."

"Sorry, but this whole day is very, er, stimulating to say the least. I have been in sensory overload since we landed in Paradise."

"Me too, you should feel between my legs. I'm wet as hell," Zoë says with another sigh. "Ooops, sorry Serge, I guess I shouldn't have said that," she exclaims as my flagging cock rises yet again. 

I groan as I sit on the bench again, "Well we'll wait here for a while again, and then head up a little later. This really is embarrassing."

Zoë, seeing the humour of the situation laughs before saying, 

"Trapped on the edge of paradise by a hardon, oh, how truly ironic, Serge!"

As we calm into the silence of wind, waves and bird song I hear the sound of footsteps approaching again. Looking up I see Aiata approaching with another tray of drinks and Teiki is behind her carrying a large tray of finger foods.

"Some Mai Tai's Zoë and Serge? And we have something to eat as well. You must be hungry by now," Aiata says as she places our new drinks on the little table, leaving room for Teiki to place his tray of delicious smelling tidbits in front of us. 

"Thank you," we both answer as we ravenously attack the seafood and exotic fruits with an occasional sip on our drinks while offering up a constant string of praises and yumms, this is so good to Teiki and Aiata. 

Seeing that we have had our fill of the food and drinks but still are hesitating Teiki laughs, "Do not worry man, we all get excited here in Paradise, even me. Why do you think I wear my sarong this way? I do not like the tent look that some men insist on in false modesty. People will not even notice and it will go down sometime soon, I think.

"Come, our valued guests, let Aiata and I lead you into Paradise." 

The two smile at us and turn to walk up the path toward the jungle. Not knowing what else to do we shrug our shoulders and begin to follow. As we stand, Zoë turns to pick up the towels.

Aiata's voice comes floating out of the forest, "That is not for you to do. You are in Paradise now, Zoë."

"How did she know I was going to do that?" Zoë muses to me as we continue up toward the thick forest, "You know, Serge, while I'm thinking about it; this is probably how all the new guests are greeted. With variations of course, like greeting G9 for us, a poor couple who got lucky on a lottery or G2 for some rich couple. The beach here is like a transition area from the outside world to Paradise."

"Sounds a little like the 'Pearly Gates' to me but you are right. I can remember some tense arrivals in my time and this one is fast becoming very relaxing. 

"Taking it a little further, I'm willing to bet our luggage either never left Vancouver or got here overnight by some courier company. That only makes sense, I mean our two little bags just had what we could throw together at the last minute in the middle of winter. No loss, really.

"Well we should have guessed from all the size questions we had to fill out after the section on food and drinks preferences. I mean they even asked for my bra size. Every one enters Paradise nude or as naked as they dare on their first day I bet."

I laugh, "OK, if we are right; imagine for me, please, a huge warehouse somewhere on the island filled with very rich peoples luggage piled everywhere to the roof on their own pallets and off in a corner is our pallet with two ratty little bags on it."

The last visual I describe is too much and we laugh as we stand at the entrance to the deep dense jungle. As I feel the last of my tension leave my mind and body, I hear Teiki call from somewhere up ahead, "Come along now you two, it's only a little ways up the path to the hotel." 



~oo00O00oo~



"I hope my tan lines go away soon," Zoë mumbles to herself as we enter the forest and she looks down at her breasts as they jiggle and sway with each step. She cups and lifts them in her hands then turns to me, "Do you like my tits, Baby?" then looks down at my rising cock and smiles. "Of course you do." She reaches over to grab my stiff erection that sticks straight out and up a little in front of me and swings from side to side as I walk, "You know I love this beautiful cock and I can hardly wait to have it deep in my hot, wet cunt."

Less than a dozen steps into the jungle we walk into a wall of heat and moisture causing us to wilt on the spot including my hard on. There is no wind but the sun still finds its way through the high canopy of trees. The humidity is killing us as rivers of sweat start rolling down our bodies. Thinking that taking off my hat will help I lift it from my sweating head and Zoë starts laughing again. 

"What's so funny?" I ask. 

"There's steam coming off the top of your head, Baby!" she giggles.

"Cool, take off your hat, let me see," I respond and sure enough steam wafts up from under her hat. "That's too much," I chuckle, "Well let's get going, sooner started sooner finished I always say."

"You've never said that before," Zoë laughs as she hurries to catch up with me.

"I've said it at least once, now, anyway. Look, up ahead, another water fountain."

By the time, we reach the fountain my sarong is sticking to my sweaty legs making walking difficult so I take it off and leave it and the hat on the bench there and turn to continue on nude. Looking ahead, I see that the path climbs a hill in a series of switchbacks. At the first switchback, Zoë strips off her sarong as well to leave it behind on the bench beside yet another fountain. "Oh, that feels better in this heat," she sighs as we continue to the next fountain and turning. We rest there on the bench to try to catch our breath in the stifling heat. Looking up I can see two more switchbacks in the thinning forest above us.

"A short way up the path," I quip. "Up is the key word here and short is as the crow flies, if they have any here."

We eventually reach the top of the hill and a place where the path actually slopes down a little. The forest now looks like a tropical garden with flowers and small ponds whose waters ripple in the soft breeze of the trade winds. Further on we find a small pool with a waterfall. A table and chairs are set out on its sandy beach. 




Paradise



"Oh, this looks so refreshing!" Zoë yells as she wades into the pool and swims across it to stand under the waterfall. She looks gorgeous with her tits sticking out from the heavy cascade of water that almost hides the rest of her as she rinses her hair and body of the salt from the sea and the sweat of the jungle.

I follow her into the cool water. "Oh Serge there's soap and shampoo here by the falls!" Zoë yells as she starts to wash the grime and sweat of our travels off her body. 

When I reach her she begins to wash me as well and my cock rises yet again. I reach between us to run my hands up and down her soapy body, paying close attention to her tits then between her legs to play with her clit. Zoë starts to push me away saying, "Somebody might see us." But she stops as I lean forward to take a wet and slightly soapy nipple into my mouth to nibble and gently bite it while I continued to play with her clit and slide my fingers deep into her. "Oh, oh, but I wanted to wait until we got to our room," she moans into my ear. "Oh, God, I'm cumming already, Ah! I am so horny. Fuck me in the waterfall, Baby!" 

Zoë puts her arms around my neck and lifts her feet up off the bottom of the pool to wrap her legs around my waist then raises herself up enough that my cock is at the entrance to her warmth. She then slowly sinks down to impale herself onto my thick hard manhood with a throaty growl. 

"Walk us into the waterfall," she moans as she starts to buck and hump her pussy onto my cock. I hold her lovely ass while I move us under the falling water and begin to fuck her as the water pounds down on our heads. Our bodies crash together in our lust and send waves out across the small pool until I can feel my balls tighten and my cock thickens even more signaling to Zoë that I am going to cum. Feeling this she puts her head back and cries out in her own orgasm as I stiffen and cum deep in her. She puts her head onto my chest as she pants and her hips continue to slowly rock onto me while she comes down from her orgasmic bliss. After I move us out into calmer water Zoë sighs by my ear, "Fuck, Serge, that was the most sensual and erotic thing we have ever done. I'm glad we didn't wait for the room.    

"This really is paradise after all" Zoë sighs a long time later as she lays in the water and floats on her back off my still semi hard cock towards the shore with her breasts poking up out of the cool water and looking like two large and very pretty islands. After rinsing the last of the soap off under the waterfall, I follow Zoë to the shore and pick up the large, soft towel I find on a chair to dry myself. There are fresh sarongs under our towels but Zoë hasn't put hers on yet. She is sitting naked in her chair with her legs spread wide showing her freshly fucked pussy with my white cum dripping out of it and sipping on the Mai Tai that she has found waiting for her. I pick up my drink and raising my glass in a toast I take a long sip from it.

"I guess somebody did see us after all," I chuckle.

"MMMMM," we both hum.

"Serge," Zoë purrs, "I want to walk into Paradise naked now. Like the day I was born. Is that OK? Do you think that's too much?"

"No, Zoë," I say as I drop the sarong from my hand. "Let's go, the hotel has got to be just around the corner up ahead, but, I think that you should go into the pool once more. You have my cum dripping down your thighs."

"You too. Your cock is covered in our juices."

We wash ourselves off in the pool and wade out to see where we have ended up in our haste to have an exotic vacation.  



~oo00O00oo~





Hand in hand, we step forward into Paradise as naked as Adam and Eve. We have been calmed in the sun on the beach, purged by the sweaty heat of the jungle, and finally made love in a cooling tropical pool complete with waterfall before cleansing ourselves. 

The path turns one last time and we walk out of the forest into a well-tended and lush tropical garden to see the resort of our dreams spread out below us under an immense palm grove with a wide stream winding through its centre. 

"Oh, Baby, this is almost too much," Zoë, gasps as she looks down at the vista spread out below us. 

"MMMMM," is all I can say as I, too, am stunned at what I see. 

Yes, we both had looked closely at the brochure and the web site in our hurry to pick a dream vacation, but to see Paradise in person proves to be heart stopping. We have entered the resort from the east and in front of us we see the hotel surrounded by its gardens and shaded by tall palm trees. 

The hotel part of the resort is three buildings forming an arc framing a huge swimming pool. The centre building is a huge mansion built in the late eighteenth century by an eccentric and very rich French noble who had fallen in love with a woman from this beautiful island. Built high on the long sloping hill to catch the trade winds the mansion is two stories high from the back where we can see it and three on the front facing the pool and its garden. Every floor has a wide veranda going completely around the house each held up by tall columns which continue up to support the vast palm thatched roof. The roof and verandas provide much needed shade for the many windowed converted house. We can see that there isn't a single pane of glass; all the windows are open to let the wind blow through to help to keep the building cool. There are stout shutters for when the weather gets stormy if it has the balls to do that in Paradise. The two more recent wings hold the hotel's rooms and they faithfully copy the style of the main house. All three buildings are a bright yellow with white trim. 



~oo00O00oo~



Aiata and Teiki are waiting for us when we finally reach the hotel. After we climb the five steps to the veranda, they step forward to place fragrant leis about our necks with Aiata kissing me on the cheek while Teiki does the same for Zoë. 

"Welcome to Paradise." they intone solemnly, "Please come inside and let us share our hospitality with you."

We follow them across the wide veranda into the deep shade it affords and through the wide, tall six meters high doorway into the lobby. Inside is a room that spans the entire width of the old house. I can see the lagoon through the open doorway at the other end more than thirty meters away. 

"The old Frenchman certainly built big," I think to myself. 

On our right is a bar and lounge; to our left is, of all things, a fireplace with an oil painting above it of a man in nineteenth century clothes standing behind a gorgeous bare breasted island woman seated in an ornate armchair. The same chair is still there by the fireplace. 

"Serge, that painting is a Gauguin," Zoë whispers.

"Yes, Gauguin stayed here often." Teiki turns and tells us, "That is a painting he did of the Monsieur and Tahiata, which means cloud in our language." 

The lobby is filled with bamboo couches and arm chairs and is crowded with people standing and sitting in all manner of dress from nude to g-strings, sarongs and everything else I can imagine. 

Zoë pauses in the doorway. "Oh, Serge, I'm not so sure now." she moans, "I felt so brave at the waterfall, but now I don't know if I can walk nude to the front desk with all these people watching me. They'll see my puffy pussy and know that we've just fucked."

Aiata leans over and whispers in my Lover's ear.

"Yes, you're right, Aiata," Zoë says in a loud, firm voice and continues into the lobby behind Teiki with her head held high and her shoulders held back to show off her perky breasts.

I hurry to catch up with Zoë and ask, "What did Aiata just say to you to so quickly change your mind."

Zoë smiles a true Mona Lisa grin and answers, "She said that everyone is naked under their clothes. Be proud."

"MMMMMM," I say. "A very wise lady."

"Yes."

As we approach the ornate antique front desk Iman walks around it to greet us still completely nude, "Welcome to The Mansion Zoë and Serge. Here, sit down and I'll help you pick out your room," she says as she points us to some comfortable chairs.

"Your staff are so nice and polite, Iman," Zoë says as we sit and accept another Mai Tai from another topless island waitress wearing an even shorter sarong than Aiata's. Her breasts hang nicely from her chest as she bends over to serve us.

"Staff." Iman laughs, "Jean Claude and I are the only staff here!"

"What, I don't understand." 

"The islanders own the resort, Zoë; we work for them. They are probably the richest people living in the Pacific. Not counting their guests of course."

"Except for us; we're only here because we've just won a small lottery," I reply. 

"Don't worry about that, Serge. You're here now and I think that you both will fit in quite well," she answers as she smiles and glances at Zoë's exposed pussy showing that she knows about our fun in the waterfall. She winks at Zoë who blushes bright red. "Now, let's pick out your room," Iman says as she looks at her computer.

"We have rooms here in the The Mansion or 'huts' in the palm grove on the other side of The Stream and beach 'shacks' down by the lagoon, plus the pier 'villas' of course. But wait, oh, look at this; one of the best shacks in the resort has just become available. Oh, Zoë, you will love this. We call it The Cliff house, and it really is on a low cliff overlooking the lagoon and The Moon Pool. If you're willing to wait an extra hour or two while we clean and prepare it for you it's yours until you wish to try something else."

We look at the pictures of the 'shack'; hell, it's a small house and we say that we'll take it. 

"Good, I thought you would," Iman answers as she works furiously away at her laptop.

"Have our new guests picked a room yet, Iman?" Jean Claude asks as he walks towards us in our corner of the lobby with his cock swaying in it's nest of dark pubic hair.

"Yes, they are lucky, Lydia and Harold have moved back to their favorite room here in The Mansion so Zoë and Serge have taken The Cliff house. Would you like to wait for your room down at The Pool? We have a cabana reserved for you just down the steps out front."

When we both nod yes, Jean Claude snaps his fingers and Aiata appears by his side instantly. "Would you be kind enough to show our new guests to their cabana, please?" 

"Of course," Aiata says as Jean Claude, ever the true Frenchman helps Zoë to her feet with a flourish worthy of Versailles.

Aiata hugs Zoë with one arm and gathers me in with the other before leading us out the front doorway of the lobby onto the wide veranda where she stops to let us take in the view. Below us is a cobblestone concourse that stretches the length of the three buildings with booths and shops both out in the sun and in the ground floors of the two hotel wings under the shade of the verandas above them. Beyond the concourse is The Pool. It is a huge almost round shape with small artificial islands spotted through the centre with each connected to the other by a labyrinth of little bridges. There is what looks to be hundreds of people at the pool and wandering about on the concourse all nude or as close to it as they want. Looking farther out, I see the palm grove spread out below us reaching to the sandy shore of the lagoon. Through the canopy of fronds, there are other thatched roofed buildings and glimpses of The Stream as it winds its way to the sea. 

Aiata leads us down the stairs and across the concourse toward The Pool and a row of thatch roofed cabanas. She stops at the open doorway to one of them and waves us in saying, "Marania will look after you here in your cabana until Nunui comes to drive you to your shack when it's ready." 

We walk around a privacy screen, which seems to be the norm here instead of doors, into our cabana where a pretty bare breasted island girl wearing a very short sarong tied at her right hip greets us. 

"Hello, Zoë and Serge, I am Marania your cabana girl. Would you like to rest inside or out in the sun?" 

"We do have to lose these tan lines, Marania," Zoë says as she caresses her breasts and looks at my white crotch.

"Of course, this way then please," our cabana girl answers as she turns to lead us out onto the patio by the pool. Outside we find a double wide lounge chair waiting for us with small tables on each side holding tall glasses of fruit juice with huge beads of sweat rolling down their cool sides. 

"Thank you," we say as we loll back on the lounger to soak up the hot sun. Marania disappears then returns to stand by Zoë's side of our seat with a bottle of suntan oil in her hand, "You really should put some sun block on. May I apply some for you, Madam?" 

Zoë and I look at each other a second or two before she shrugs her shoulders and sits up to lean forward purring, "But of course, please do. When you're done with me you may do Serge as well."

"It would be my pleasure, Madam," Marania coos as she kneels by my lady to apply the oil to her, turning the experience into an erotic massage for her and touching every part of her body that she can reach as Zoë lies on her stomach. Zoë moans contentedly and spreads her legs when asked to allow the island girl to apply the oil to her tender pussy. When she is finished, oiling Zoë's back Marania stands up to allow her to lay there with a sigh. 

"It's your turn for the sun block on your back now, sir."

I sit up and pulling my knees up I grab them to lean forward so Marania can apply the suntan oil to my back and hide the latest hardon of the day. I had just thought that I was doing so well at keeping my arousals down to a dull roar, until now. Marania kneels beside me and orders me onto my stomach so she can do my back and I quickly comply to hide my raging erection. Her small, strong fingers start on my shoulders and work their way down my back; finding all my sore muscles. When she reaches my waist, her tiny hands move down onto my ass and she massages the oil into me; even into the crack of my ass and down onto the back side of my balls after asking me to spread my legs for her as well. She then finishes my back by oiling my legs. Marania strolls to the foot of our lounger to kneel on it between us "If you would turn over, sir, I can finish applying your sun block to your front."

Zoë can't hide the chuckle in her voice as she says, "I think Serge needs to rest for a while, don't you, Marania. You can do my front first, if you please." 

"Of course, Madam."

I feel Marania shift to begin Zoë's oil massage. By the time she is done I swear Zoë has reached at least two orgasms as other guests walk by our cabana unaware or maybe not even caring. There are some very positive advantages to being a woman and being able to discreetly cum in public without most people even noticing. For a man to achieve even one orgasm like that it is more than obvious and a little messy.

"Thank you Marania, I think I would like another Mai Tai please. Oh, and I think Serge is ready to have his front done now when you get back."

Both girls start giggling as I hear our cabana girl move toward the bar in back. I look at Zoë as she rolls onto her stomach beside me to see her looking over at me with a very satisfied smile on her face. "That was the best massage I've ever had. Your turn next, Baby." 

"This really a full service resort isn't it." 

"Are you still hard Serge?"

"Yeah, but, you know like Teiki says nobody notices, right. To hell with being embarrassed," I say as I roll over onto my back to let my cock lay like a thick log on my stomach.

"My, I haven't seen you so erect since this morning," Zoë laughs as she stares at my hard cock with its thick head reaching past my navel.

Marania returns with Zoë's drink and a glass of ice water for me.

"Good idea, Marania, Serge looks like he will need that. His mouth is already dry"

"Thank you Madam," she purrs then looks me over with a smile in her eyes, "I see you're ready for me to finish your massage, sir."

Marania retrieves her sun block oil and stands behind my head as I lie on the lounger; giving me a wonderful view of the underside of her tits swaying above me as she leans over my face to pour warm oil over my chest and begin to rub it in. By the time, her hands reach my stomach her ripe brown tits are hanging right over my face. I can reach out with my tongue to lick a nipple if I was brave enough. 

My masseuse stops there to stand and take the oil with her to the foot of our double lounger. Looking right at my cock Marania says, "Please spread your legs, Sir, so I can kneel between them and finish putting your sun block on. It's very important to get it rubbed in properly so you don't burn." Feeling very exposed I spread my legs wide and then wider still as Marania walks on her knees up the lounger between my legs until she her knees are pressing my thighs apart. The two rings in my pierced cock and the two on my balls glint in the hot sun.

"Oh, John, look at that man; he has rings in his pens!" a woman yells. "Oooh, I wonder what they would feel like in my pussy as they rubbed up and down. Maybe there is a tattoo shop in the town on the other side of the island that will pierce yours for me. Do you think you would like that?"

"Yes, Dear, that would be fine and I would love for you to get me pierced just to make you happy, but isn't there a healing time? I might not be able to fuck you or anyone else for quite some time."

"Oh dear me, I never thought of that. Pity."

"Maybe she will let you fuck him, Dear, and then if you like it we can have it done at home in Boston when we get back."

The last thing I hear, as the couple walks on down the beach in front us and out of earshot is "I liked his pierced nipples too, John."

Marania giggles and whispers to us "That's Gladys and her husband John. Very old money there, I'm told, and all of it hers. I shouldn't tell you this but she has managed to fuck quite a few men here in Paradise while she makes John watch after tying him to a chair."

"What about the men's partners?"

"Oh, she always finds a stud to take care of them while she has her way with their men. Either that or she will take her to her bed as well. That happens a lot here at the resort." "Hmmm," We both look at each other.

"Now let's finish putting on your sun block, Sir."

The girl pours oil onto my stomach and begins to massage it in. When she reaches the area under my cock, she simply lifts it with one hand while she continues to rub the oil into my body with the other. When she is done, she lays my cock back down and moves on to do my thighs but not before gently caressing the length of my hardness with her oily hands. When she is done with my legs she smiles at me and moves back up to apply even more oil on my cock before taking it in both her small hands to begin rubbing it in. "It's best to make sure that we get the oil into all the wrinkles," Marania giggles.

I can't believe that I am getting a hand job in front of my Lady and anyone that happens to walk by our cabana. Then I think about how Zoë had at least two discrete orgasms while getting her massage but when a man is excited he is just a little too obvious with his hard cock jutting out as Marania rubs her hands up and down me. I begin to feel more than a little embarrassed and mumble, "Can you do this here in the open like this, Marania?"

"Of course, Sir, this is Paradise."

Zoë is amused at my embarrassment and rolls on her side to watch the show, "I have to see this." she purrs, "My Lover is getting a hand job right in front of me. And in public, no less!"

Marania strokes me until she feels that I am going to cum then looks at Zoë "Do you mind if I take his cum in my mouth? It saves cleaning up after."

"Umm, er, of course, yes that would be fine."

"Thank you, Madam. Would you like his cum from my mouth after?" Marania asks as she lowers her head to place her mouth around the head of my cock while she continues to pump me faster and faster until I do cum in her mouth.  




Paradise



"Yes, I guess. Maybe."

Marania swallows the first spurt of cum then saves each of the next ones as I keep cumming in her mouth until I am drained then she slides her lips off my softening cock holding all the rest of my cum in her mouth. She crawls up the bed between us to kiss Zoë and give her my cum. I watch as they kiss and see Zoë swallow and then passionately kiss Marania back. 

Marania breaks the kiss and slowly backs away to stand at the foot of our lounger and after wiping her mouth says, "I'll get you a drink now, Sir."

"Oh God this is Paradise! Your cum tastes so much better from another woman's mouth, Baby. I can't believe we're doing any of this. Would you like to taste your cum from my mouth?"

"Um."

Zoë gives me no choice and climbs on top of me to push her tongue into my mouth to place the last little bit that she has saved onto my tongue. I struggle for a second then accept my own spunk as the offering of love that she truly means it to be. Besides, after being in two mouths the taste isn't that strong; I guess.

"Your Mai Tai, sir."

I quickly accept the glass from a smiling Marania and take a long sip from it. When I can, I turn to Zoë to smile into her eyes.

"This place just keeps taking you one step further every minute, doesn't it?"





~oo00O00oo~





"Come on, Serge; let's go for a swim now, OK."

This part of the huge pool has a sandy beach and bottom with a miniature copy of our island across some deep water. We cross the beach and wade into the warm water until I am in deep enough to dive forward for a short underwater swim coming up a little distance in front of where Zoë is still standing. I have a surprised look on my face.

"What is it Serge?"

"The pool is salt water; they must pump the water all the way up from the lagoon!" 

"Wonderful, this place is just one surprise after another. Let's swim over to the island," Zoë says as she as she dives forward to strike out in a strong crawl across the pool. As she reaches me, she turns on her back to float by. "Swimming naked is so sensual and freeing. I've never experienced this before. I love it."

I catch up with my Lady and together we swim over deep water to the island. As we near the shore, we pass over a coral reef below us that is teeming with fish. "Amazing," I comment as the sandy bottom quickly rises up to meet us and we wade out onto the small beach. In front of us are two chairs by a small table with towels on them under a round thatch umbrella offering shade for us.

"Amazing," Zoë says as she picks her towel up to begin to dry herself.

"I think amazing will turn into a keyword here in Paradise."

Another island beauty sways down from a path out of the thick forest behind us onto the beach bearing a tray with a Mai Tai and an ice cold beer on it "My name is Poenui. I am your pool girl." She places the drinks on the table as we sit in wonder with Zoë mouthing 'amazing' to me. "Would you like your lunch here or back at your cabana?"

"Yes we would like lunch," I answer, "but maybe we should have it at the cabana." 

Poenui takes two menus from her tray and offers them to us, "We have a very nice lightly sautéed fish with poi and greens today if you wish."

I nod my head and Zoë orders two plates of the fish without even opening the menu; we don't really feel like making too many decisions today. I sink deeper into my beach chair, take a long pull from my beer, and sigh contentedly as I look across the pool at our cabana and The Mansion above it surrounded by tall palms. "Paradise, indeed." 

"Yes it is, Serge."

As we sit in the shade sipping on our drinks I watch as people saunter up and down the opposite beach and frolic in the pool. "Are you ready to swim back yet Zoë?" I ask as I finish my beer.

"Yes, let's go back, I'm famished."

At the cabana we are served lunch with a bottle of white wine as soon as we are seated at the table on our patio after having a long shower to rinse off the salt from the pool. After we finish our meal, we sit back in our chairs with satisfied sighs to sip our wine and watch the people around us.

A small but steady stream of people is strolling by our cabana patio with most nodding a hello our way or waving as they pass. Most everyone is nude and we see all shapes, ages, sizes and races as we watch the parade. "I've never seen so many different bare boobs in my life," I quietly comment. "Big'uns and little'uns, some perky and others droopy; quite the show."

"Yes and all the different cocks I see," Zoë laughs. 

"Well I get to look at boobs and pussies, all you get are cocks." 

"And balls and some really cute male butts."

"OK, but I get to see some pretty good looking lady's asses too."

"See that's three things each then. We're even."

"No, the ladies have two tits each so that makes four for me! I win."

"Well last I looked most men have two balls. There, tied again. For proof look at the couple walking toward us now, his right nut is hanging way below the other. That's quite a package he's got there too. Look at how that long cock and his big balls flip from thigh to thigh as he walks."

I look over to my right to see the man in question sauntering our way holding hands with his lady. His cock and balls do flip under a thick patch of black pubic hair as he walks, but it is the woman he is holding hands with that draws my attention. She is almost a foot shorter than his six foot tall skinny frame and is, er, plump with huge breasts that hang heavy on her chest to sway and move in a jello like way with each step she takes. 

"It's hard to tell with all that jiggling but I do think her boobs are even though," I counter as the laughing and animated couple approach our patio.

"Hello there, you must be the American couple who have taken over The Cliffhouse," the short woman calls out to us in a very posh London accent when she reaches the entry to the patio. 

"We're Canadian, actually. Those people south of us usurped the name American some two hundred years ago and we let them use it," I answer her with a smile. 

"My name is Serge and this beautiful Lady by my side is Zoë."

"How very nice meet you. Too right about the Yanks taking the name but there are some very nice ones staying here, if you don't count that Texan named Tom and his young wife. Now just what is her name?" 

The woman looks like she might carry on all afternoon but a gentle nudge in the arm from the tall man next to her stops her in her tracks. "What Harold, oh yes," She says, "I do prattle on and I have forgotten my manners. I am the Lady Lydia and this is my husband Sir Harold, Lord Twiddlesmore of Derbycaster, we are so pleased to meet you.

"Tammy that is her name; Tom and Tammy from Texas. Abilene I think; he's in the petroleum business but he describes himself as being in crude. How droll, don't you think Zoë."

As Lydia pauses for breath Zoë asks her and Harold to join us on our patio. 

Not missing a beat Lydia says, "We couldn't impose on you, it being your first day here and all that," as she steps through the entrance, "coming Harold?" She then lifts one of her huge breasts to try and peer underneath. Not being able to she turns to show her husband, "Am I getting titty lines again, Harold? You know how I hate them; they make me look like a ring tailed bandicoot, or is it a lemur. At any rate I must have shade or lie down to tan underneath." 

I am laughing at this incredible, eccentric English Lady; thinking here's someone comfortable in her skin as I take my cue to stand and offer my chair in the shade. Lydia begins to thank me but stops half way through her thank you; her mouth starts working like a fish. Harold looks at her and actually raises an eyebrow in surprise. Apparently Lydia is seldom stopped in mid sentence.

"Oh my," Lydia says, "Oh my, my; I was going to compliment on your tattoos and nipple rings but your cock rings are brilliant, Serge." She turns to Zoë, "Do they feel good inside you, dear? I do hope so. Harold you must get at least one in your cock, please. I think that there is a tattoo and piercing shop in the town." Harold arches his other eyebrow and purses his lips at the very idea, "No? Are you sure Harold?"

"They feel wonderful, Lydia. They are called frenum rings," Zoë says then blushes for the first time I can remember.

Lydia flaps her hands in front of her chest to cool down then starts what becomes a Marx Brother's movie scene. "Chairs, we need two more chairs!"

Without thinking I turn to fetch chairs only to see Marania and another girl approach with a chair in each of their hands. Behind them is a third girl with a tray of sandwiches. Lydia now comes into her own as she begins to direct the placing of the chairs and us with a swinging of arms and body that sets her titties, as she calls them, in majestic motion. With each gesture they sway and quiver from side to side sometimes together and at other times separately. A series of orders is issued in her posh London accent with most being contradictory, "Marania put the red striped chair here in the shade." or, "Do you wish the sun, Deary?" and, "Tania do please put your tray down and help us here." But one of the best is, "Who would put the red chair in the shade, it simply cries for the sun." 

Our cabana girls have been laughing and giggling since they appeared on the patio. Almost every move they make is contrary to what Lydia wants; the three girls watch her sparkling eyes and try to anticipate her every whim just so they can counter it. At times they look like tennis players waiting for the serve, bouncing from foot to foot with their eyes locked on Lydia's face.

Zoë nudges me in the arm and when I bend my ear close to her she whispers, "Watch this, it's the table next." I finally get it; this is a dance done many times before. Harold gives a polite bow to Zoë then smiles and winks at me when he notices that we understand. 

"Dear, dear you girls have taken much too long; that dratted palm is going to shade the whole table now and my Harold must have his sun." 

Harold seizes the moment and sits in the first chair that is placed in the sun. He then arranges his cock and balls so that he can cross his legs comfortably before taking another chair at random and pulls it along side of himself, making sure that it is in full shade. In the deepest foghorn voice I have ever heard he then says, "Sweetums please sit here in the shade. Our hosts are quite baffled and the girls are working up a sweat as they play with you."

"What, Harold?" Lydia stops in mid swing as her huge titties continue on to slap into her left arm with a loud double clap. "But I think the girls and I finally have it right, almost."

Harold looks at the chair he has chosen for his 'Sweetums' and raises both eyebrows.

"Of course, Dear" Lydia smiles at Harold and sighs as she sits with her titties still shaking and quivering like they will never stop. 

"The man has more expressions than the dog in Wallace and Grommet," I think as I understand why Harold is always so quiet. 

"Some sandwiches, Sweetums?" Harold booms as he pushes the plate the new island girl has placed on the table towards Lydia, "Vaiata has cut off the crusts just as you like."

Zoë and I now sit down with her taking the sunny seat, both of us wondering just what is going on between our guests and the cabana girls. 

"Brilliant. Cucumber sandwiches. Just the ticket don't you think Harold. How many pepper grains are on each one, Vaiata?" 

"One hundred and twenty five grains each on the top two with one hundred and five or so on the bottom two, Madam. I was distracted in my count by Tania on the last ones," Vaiata answers with a curtsy and a smile. 

Harold chooses this moment to lean forward in his chair and reach for an empty spot on the table in front of him. Just as his fingers begin to close about some imaginary thing a glass appears; placed there by Marania. An eyebrow is raised and Harold's head tilts to the right.

"Gin and tonic, sir, with a lime twist; just as you like it," she says as she, too, curtsies.

"Oh my, but there isn't any ice in Sir Harold's drink, Marania. You know how he prefers an icicle, suitably prepared, in his gin and tonics. Oh, how I wish you could please him with his fondest winter pleasure here in one of the hottest place on earth."

Marania looks at Lydia with sly smirk on her face then steps back to let Vaiata approach carrying a small table with a cutting board on top. Tania is behind her with her hands behind her back. 

"The icicle please!" Vaiata says in a loud dramatic voice while looking at a very bewildered Lady Lydia, wife to the Lord Twiddlesmore of Derbycaster. Tania's hands come from behind her back to flourish an icicle like a baton. She then carefully places it on the cutting board in front of Vaiata who begins to cut it like a carrot with a sharp knife. As each round is cut Marania picks it up with ice tongs to drop it gently into Harold's glass. When Vaiata reaches the pointy tip she holds it up to look at it then tosses it over her shoulder saying, "Too small." 

Tania then picks up the glass and offers it to Harold who accepts it and takes a sip. "Ambrosia!" he cries shocking all around with his loud and very deep voice. "The girls have finally fulfilled your impossible request, Sweetums. I do hope that the air fare for my icicle is on your account though, Lydia."

"We must be confusing our hosts, Harold," Lydia says to us as she pats his knee. "Your three beautiful cabana girls are our god daughters, you see we have known them since they were born." Then looking at Tania she asks, "Is it winter up north again? That icicle isn't from our mansion in Derbycaster is it?" 

Mariana answers for her sister, "Your butler, Thomas, plucked the icicle off your roof not ten hours ago Madam. I'm afraid the airfare will be hideously expensive. But we thought it worth it to see the look on your face." 

"Is the drink to your liking, Harold?" Lydia chuckles as she tries to hide her smile.

Harold just takes another sip then raises an eyebrow as he savours his drink, "Brilliant, thank you girls."

Teiki now appears in front of us and bows saying, "The Cliffhouse has been prepared for you, Zoë and Serge. When you are ready please let us know and I will escort you to the cart that will take you to your beach shack."

"Oh, you must go with him now. The Cliffhouse is absolutely brilliant! It's our favourite shack!" Lydia shouts in her thick London accent as she stands to push us out the back of the cabana toward an electric cart with another islander standing beside it wearing an even smaller piece of clothing. He has a thin silver chain around his narrow waist holding a small strip of cloth in the hotel colours pretending to keep his modesty, but each little gust of wind lifts the gossamer thin cloth up to show us his large cock and balls.

"Your house boy will take you to your shack," Teiki says. "His name is Nunui and he will do everything you ask of him.

"Everything?" Zoë asks as she looks between his legs while licking her lips.

"Yes, the house boys and house girls are open to anything that you ask of them; even sex. The length of our sarongs or loin cloths tell you what level of service we offer to our guests. The smaller the sarong or loin cloth the more we will do for you."

"We have a house girl as well?" I ask.

"But of course, her name is Leilani."

"MMMM. How small is her loin cloth?"

Zoë slaps my shoulder, hard.

"Well you did ask about Nunui first!" I say as I rub my arm.





~oo00O00oo~



Nunui offers his hand to Zoë and helps her into the seat under the carts colourful sunshade.

"Thank you, Nunui" Zoë purrs as she watches his naked ass with his heavy balls showing below as he sits in the driver's seat after helping her into the cart. 

"Ooh I can learn to like this place," Zoë gushes. 

"Let's wait to see what our house girl looks like," I respond; thinking that I have never heard Zoë gush before.

"MMM, touché, Serge"

Nunui starts the cart off under the palms down the path toward The Stream and the bridge over it. "On this side under The Mansion we have all the parties and loud music," Nunui says as we approach the bridge, "But on the other side things are quieter; especially around the pools."

"Pools?" Zoë asks.

"Oh, yes there are pools everywhere in the palm grove. Each with it's own bar."

We are driven past dozens of palm grove huts, each in its own garden, until we finally reach the beach. Nunui turns left and drives us along the beach past the beach shacks, if you can call the small homes we pass that, until we start up a small hill towards a house by itself on a low cliff overlooking the lagoon. 

"You can dive into the lagoon from the balcony here," Nunui says as he parks in front of a tall privacy hedge that surrounds our beach shack.

"This resort just keeps getting better and better," I mutter in an awe inspired voice as I help Zoë from the cart.

"MMM," Is all I get in response.

"Leilani should be out any second," Nunui tells us. "I'll be parking the cart around the side, OK"

Zoë and I start walking toward the gate when a young bare breasted island girl opens it for us. She may as well be naked; her see through loincloth is so small it wafts up at the slightest breeze to show us that she is completely shaved. "Ah, Zoë and Serge, at last you are here. Please come into your new home."

We step through the gate into a small piece of Eden.

A lush tropical garden surrounds our beach shack. There are small fish ponds with a little path leading through them up to a porch that wraps around the house. Nunui joins Leilani as Zoë and I stand enthralled by the sight of our beach shack. 

"This way, please," they say in unison as they turn to lead us inside showing us their naked asses.

"MMM," we both hum.

"You're not fucking her!" Zoë whispers to me with a grin.

"Yeah, and you're not touching his cock either!" 

"Well, maybe we can come to some sort of agreement," Zoë sighs as she watches Nunui's cock and balls sway between his legs from behind. "A foursome, maybe. I mean they are ours to do with as we please it seems. Maybe I wouldn't mind him licking my pussy while she sucks your cock," Zoë continues with a raised eyebrow as we follow the two naked servants into our new vacation shack. 

"Let's wait and see; maybe I can fuck her while he licks your pussy," I answer, stunned at these new ideas.

"In that case he can fuck me while you fuck her, then."

"MMM."

Like every other building in the resort there are no doors or window glass anywhere. The main room is huge; going from the front to the back of the building and opening out onto a magnificent patio overlooking the lagoon. Our house servant's stop in the centre of the room with their loin cloths blowing in the wind and turn to us asking how they can help us. I look at Zoë as she looks back at me. 

"Maybe a little later, Serge," Zoë purrs as she looks at me before turning to our servants, "show us our shack, please."

"Of course Madam," Leilani says as she waves her hand toward the bedroom. "Nunui, would you get our guests their favourite drinks please, while I show them their new home."

Our beach shack is huge. The bedroom, with its king sized bed, and the living room both share the balcony facing the lagoon and are separated by a low wall. The toilet, bath and shower are in the open on the balcony off the bedroom with a full view of the lagoon. 

"Oh, look at this!" Zoë yells as she discovers the closet in the bedroom and runs her hands over the dozens of exotic clothes hanging there.

Leilani smiles and says, "There is more in the dresser Madam."

"Really?"

"But of course. You do remember Iman telling you that we would fill your closet with what you need while you're here, don't you?"




Paradise



"Yes," Zoë says as she lovingly feels the soft lingerie in the drawers of the dresser. 

"And here, sir, is your closet," Nunui tells me as he opens yet another closet door.

There is not as much clothing in my closet as Zoë's, but enough to amaze me.

"And, of course, your dresser, sir."

I look at my one dresser drawer of clothes then at Zoë's five and grin thinking that a man is much easier to please than a woman as I watch my lady feel each soft, frilly and erotically daring garment in her closet and drawers. 

Zoë and I finally calm enough to go and rest on the balcony overlooking the lagoon to watch the sun set. 

We are sitting next to the hot tub on the balcony with our feet up listening to the wind and waves when Nunui brings out a Mai Tai for Zoë and Leilani appears with a beer for me. Nunui settles to his knees in front of Zoë and offers her the drink in his hands while Leilani does the same in front of me.

"Well..." I say as my cock rises. I can see that Zoë is squirming in her chair, "Your call." 

Zoë just looks at me then spreads her legs before reaching out to take the offered glass from the man at her feet. Nunui leans forward and begins to lick between Zoë's legs making her gasp, "Oh, my god! This is Paradise!" as she lifts her legs to put them on his shoulders.

I spread my own legs and take the beer from Leilani's hand. She leans into my crotch to take me into her mouth and begins to slide my cock down her throat. "Getting good face, Baby?" I sigh as my cock disappears down Leilani's mouth while we sit on our balcony.

"Yes, dear are you getting good head?" Zoë pants as she rubs her crotch against Nunui's mouth. "The stars are quite bright tonight, don't you think. Will you be fucking me tonight or will you cum in Leilani's mouth?"

"On our first night here I should cum in you, don't you think, Baby," I reply as Leilani slides her mouth up and down my cock while I, too, look at the stars as the island girl takes me deep into her throat.

Zoë cums as Nunui licks at her cunt then looks at me. "I want your cock in me, now, Serge!" Then pushes our house boy away from between her legs.

I stand, easing Leilani off my throbbing cock, and cross over to Zoë to shove every inch I own into her warm cunt as she lays there with her legs spread while looking up at the night sky. Our servants stand by the entrance to our bedroom and quietly watch us as we fuck in the darkness of the tropical night.

"Oh, God I'm cumming!" I yell as I begin to pump my seed deep in Zoë's pussy.

"Yesssss, fuck my cunt!" Zoë screams back as she bucks her hips up to take all my cum into her as I drive myself down onto her body in one last thrust pushing her over the edge into an intense orgasm that has her body spasming under me. 

Exhausted I roll off my lover to lie on my back beside her; both of us are completely spent from or long trip and this strange, eventful and erotic day. The last thing I remember before falling asleep is our house servants using their tongues to clean the cum and pussy juice from between our legs before covering us with a light blanket for the night.



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Possession



Chapter 1

Professor Hughes was looking forward to this experiment. He had hand-picked four of his first-year college Psychology students and brought them out to the countryside, to a very special place.

"Is this it?" asked James, a brown-haired theater major, as he peered out the window of the professor's SUV at the large, overgrown estate as they drove alongside.

"Yes, we're here." The professor replied as he turned up the driveway, which was framed by dilapidated metal gates, barely hanging on their hinges. The gravel crunched under the vehicle's tires.

"Gosh, it's so...dreary!" said Laura, a sweet-natured, brown-haired beauty, as she leaned forward to get a better view out the windshield. The grey manor rose out of the gloom on this chilly twilit night, dark and foreboding. A classic haunted house.

The vehicle braked hard in front of the ornate entryway, jostling the passengers in the rear seat. "Whu--? Hey, careful, Prof!" Beefy, dark-haired jock Lance and blonde cheerleader Mandy disentangled from each other. They hadn't noticed the last half- hour of the drive.

Professor Hughes got out of the car and headed up the entryway stairs, calling back, "Unpack the car, students. I'll meet you inside." He unlocked the great oak front door with an old key and went inside. The kids grudgingly unloaded the vehicle.

As they walked into the manor, fully laden with luggage, they stopped. Mandy's bags dropped to the floor with a thunk. "Holy shit!"

The foyer was huge, the carved, vaulted ceiling rising 50 feet into the air. Before them, the marble floor led off to several side doors, but the group's attention was taken by the grandiose stairs, 20 feet across at the bottom, curving up another 20 feet to the second floor. The stairs were also made of marble, but grotesque and macabre carved heads dominated the bannisters.

Laura was immediately uncomfortable. Her Christian upbringing made her think these horrible faces were...demonic.

"Magnificent, isn't it?"

The girls screamed out, and the rest of the bags dropped to the floor. The professor had snuck up behind them, gazing over their shoulders at the strange carvings.

James, ever the card, put on his best "Lurch" face and turned to the others. "You...rangggg...?" he monotoned. They laughed, but uneasily. The professor's expression was unreadable.

Professor Hughes assigned separate rooms to himself and his students on the second floor. The girls were assigned to the West hall and the men the East. The professor's room was closest to the stairs, so he would keep an eye out for any shenanigans, especially from Lance and Mandy.

He let them settle into their posh bedrooms while he unpacked and made sure his equipment was still working. Unbeknownst to the students, they were the subject of a bizarre psychological experiment. The professor had secreted cameras all about the place, and had planned a few fake "ghostly" happenings. The front door was locked and he had the only key, plus all the other exits had been sealed on his last visit. The windows were already boarded up for storm season.

Chapter 2

The inside of the manor was huge. Dinner was in the large dining room on the first floor, lit by tall candle stands. Unlike the original occupants of the house long ago, they had to settle for sandwiches and soup from a thermos. As they ate, they discussed their situation:

"What's up with this place, professor?" asked James, in between bites. "This house is right out of a George Romero movie."

The professor paused, then stood up, looking quite serious. All faces turned to him. "This...is a haunted house."

Lance spit out some of his cola. The others arched their eyebrows, and James looked amused. The professor sighed and sat. Leaning forward, he continued: "In the late 1700s there was a young woman named Annabelle Carson. She lived here with her stepfather, Nathaniel. Nathaniel owned the farm out back of this property, and was obsessed with his stepdaughter. Before she came of age, she fell in love with a young man named Winston Jonas. They courted, and married in secret. The story goes that on their wedding night, in this very house, Nathaniel came upon them as they consummated their love. He brutally slayed both before succumbing to a heart attack. It is said that their spirits dwell here still, the two lovers, and the vengeful Nathaniel tied to them by his obsessive hatred."

The students were silent. They looked at each other uneasily, then James spoke: "Um, Professor Hughes, I thought this was a Psychology class, not PARApsychology."

"Real or no, the story's love triangle runs the gamut of emotions," the older man replied. "Can you decipher the psychology of those who no longer live?"

"Ghostbusters, man, 'cept we don't have the proton packs" Lance interjected.

The room seemed darker. A couple of the candles had gone out. Laura dropped the remains of her sandwich to the table, and stood to leave: "I've lost my appetite." She rushed from the room as the men rose from their chairs. The two young men looked at each other, confused by their spontaneous gentlemanly act, then sat back down. Mandy was still slurping her soup, disinterested.

The remainder of dinner passed quietly and uncomfortably, then they all returned to their rooms.

Chapter 3

Mandy had changed into her nightgown, and had just put some more wood into the fireplace when she heard her door quietly open and close. She turned to find Lance staring at her, seemingly hesitant.

"Managed to sneak by him, huh?" Mandy beckoned him to her as she sat back on the bed seductively.

He came forward, his eyes locked to her chest, barely hidden by her sheer nightie. "I was quiet as a mouse, my love."

Mandy caught her breath, butterflies in her stomach. He had never used the big "L" word with her before! She held out her arms and he came to her, kissing her lovingly, leaning her back onto the bed.

"Mmm..." She found he was using a new technique. He seemed apprehensive, but also full of urgency, like a kid opening a present on Christmas morning; like he was when they first started fooling around, before they had become more familiar with each other's bodies. She liked it, and spread her legs for him. She had neglected her panties tonight.

"Ohh...my love...at long last..." Lance gasped as he undid his jeans and pulled his boxers down, climbing up on the bed. Mandy scooted herself back so her head was on the pillows.

At long last? she thought. It had only been a couple days since they had last done it. What a horn dog!

His hips rested between her thighs and he returned his mouth to hers. His penis poked into her crotch, but not at the right angle. What was he doing? Some more rubbing and poking into the wrong spots and she was getting very hot and bothered. Finally she reached down and spread her wet hole open, and on his next thrust he was inside her.

"Mmm..." she cooed.

"Oooohh..." he moaned, holding himself still for a moment, enjoying the sensation.

She thrust her pelvis back at him, looking into his eyes. In the dim light she thought she saw an odd look of wonderment play across his face. Then he pulled out halfway and thrust himself back. She closed her eyes as she savored the feeling of fullness. Lance had a good-sized cock.

Lance sped up his in-and-out movements, and the good feelings increased. Mandy's clit was getting some good vibrations as he fucked her. Within a few minutes she was getting close. She had never reached orgasm this quickly before!

The speed of Lance's thrusting increased, and he started to huff. Suddenly she realized why it was feeling so good: he wasn't wearing a condom -- but he always wore a condom! "I never want to ruin my life with whining, crying babies," he had always said.

She tried to tell him to pull out, but her voice was gone. No sound! She moved her arms to push him off, but an unseen force thrust them to her sides. What the fuck was going on? She was in a panic, her eyes wide, but she could not move! He was thrusting hard now, his eyes closed, concentrating on the inevitable rush from his loins. Even in the face of this unreal situation, her mind raced to remember when her last period was. Shit!

"Uhh...uuuuhhhhh....aaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!" Lance bellowed out as he thrust home into the restrained cheerleader. She could feel his cock pulse within her, his seed shooting into her unprotected pussy. Suddenly, there were unseen fingers on her clit, manipulating it like no earthly lover had before. Her highly-stimulated love button pushed her overheated body over the edge, and she arched her back in orgasm.

"Nnnn! NNNNNN!!!" Her mind and body were at odds, but the feelings were too powerful. Her orgasming love channel sucked up the potent spunk being blasted into it.

Finally Lance collapsed onto her, breathing heavily. "At last...after so long...we've done it, my love!" He raised his face to hers, but he could not make out her terror in the dim light from the fireplace. She still could not move.

He raised his head up as an unearthly, radiant light blossomed above them, near the ceiling. A heavenly choral sound filled the air. Lance's body collapsed onto Mandy as a glowing form left it, drifting toward the cloud-like swirl. The spirit was of a handsome young man with long, braided hair, wearing archaic clothing, the details of which were lost in the wispy shape. As he reached what she could now tell was a white tunnel, he turned back with a loving smile. As he drifted into the tunnel, confusion crossed his ephemeral features.

"My love...?" He looked shocked as the tunnel engulfed him, pulling him to his final rest. The glow burst into a blinding light and was gone, leaving Mandy blinking, her stunned lover still on top of her...inside her...Jesus!

She could move her hands again, and found her voice. She screamed, pushing Lance off of her. His cum ran out of her vagina and onto the sheets. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...

"Whu--? Man...dy? Whuzz...goin'...on?" Lance was coming out of what felt like a dream -- a wet dream! Had he fucked Mandy without a rubber? Why had he done that? He sat up, his head spinning.

The door flew open as Professor Hughes burst into the room. "What is happening in here? Why are you screaming, young lady?"

She quickly covered herself up with the bedspread and started to cry. Lance sat next to her and tried to comfort her, but she pushed him away. The professor, barely able to see in the gloom, went over to the fireplace and used the poker there to try to procure a little more light from the burnt-out logs.

"Mandy? What is it, baby?" Lance was still pretty out of it, but wanted to comfort his girlfriend. He put his hand on her blanket- covered knee. She pulled away again, turning her face from his.

Suddenly there was a harsh, wet sound, like a melon being crushed, and Lance was on top of her again. She screamed again. He wasn't trying to have sex with her this time, though. She grabbed his head, but let go as she felt a warm slickness. What--? What--?

She looked up at the silhouette of Professor Hughes, framed in the light of the dying fire, a blood-dripping poker held menacingly in his hand. Even in the scant light she could make out the insanity in his eyes.

"I have done it! He is gone at last, and she is mine! Carnal slut! I have no further use for you!" He raised his arm back, the poker held high to claim another victim, and Mandy screamed again.

Suddenly, Hughes was knocked sideways, onto and then over the bed. The poker clattered to the floor.

James got up from where he had knocked down the professor, then turned to the still-screaming girl. "Mandy! What the hell is going on?" Then he saw Lance's body on top of her, his bloody skull caved in. He was distracted just long enough for the professor to regain his feet and charge the younger man, knocking him to the floor. Hughes rushed out of the room before James could collect himself.

"What the fuck--?"

James supported Mandy with his shoulder and helped her from the bloody room, heading to Laura's. He hoped that girl wasn't hurt, but it seemed unlikely, as she had not come out in response to all the screaming. He knocked, but there was no answer. Finally, he opened the door and they stumbled inside. In the light of the fire he could make out a figure on the bed.

Mandy was now able to stand on her own, and the two of them went closer.

"Laura...?"

The pretty brown-haired girl was wrapped in an old cloak, sitting and shivering. As the two classmates came closer, she turned her head: "Do I know you, sir?"

Chapter 4

The girl previously known as Laura had identified herself as Annabelle. Mandy spoke to her for a while, then pulled James into the adjoining antechamber. Mandy was looking better, despite her ordeal. James guessed it was because of the whole unreality of the situation.

"James, the professor's ghost story is coming true! If that's Annabelle, then that must have been Winston who...who..." She looked like she was about to lose it again. James took her hand.

She closed her eyes, holding back the tears. "I'm...fine. I'm FINE." She shook his hand loose and continued, fixing him with a steely gaze: "The Professor must have been possessed by the spirit of Nathaniel. If Laura is Annabelle, then the professor's going to try to kill her, or..." She paused, thinking. "Now that Winston is gone, Annabelle will never be able to deal with her unfinished wedding night; Nathaniel will control her forever!"

James opened the door to the hallway, peeking out. Nothing. "And he could be anywhere in the house. We're not part of this thing, Mandy. He'll probably just kill us so he can be alone with his 'prize'."

She urged him through the door. "We have to get out of here, James. I'll guard Laura...Annabelle...if you can cover from here to the front door." Then she closed the door firmly behind him.

Heart pounding, James dashed to the top of the stairs, then stopped, listening. Still nothing, and it was very dark. He quickly descended the stairs, and paused again, straining his eyes and listening. So quiet...

He ran to the front door and pulled hard on the knob. It came off in his hand, throwing him backwards as he lost his balance. He fell into a sitting position, hard, staring at the knob in his hand. Suddenly a scream from the balcony brought him back to his senses:

"JAMES!"

He looked and made out a large shadow above him, arms upraised and poised to strike. He rolled to the side as a kitchen knife skittered off the marble he had just been sitting on. Kicking wildly, he connected with something, heard a grunt, then managed to get back to his feet and up the stairs. Mandy was there -- it was she who screamed -- and they ran back into the bedroom, slamming the door behind them and gasping for breath.

"We're fucked, Mandy," yelled James. "The other doors and windows are all boarded up! We can't get out!"

She turned to him: "I think I have an idea, James. You're a theater major, right?"

James nodded, then froze as he looked past Mandy to the rest of the bedroom. Annabelle was gone!

Chapter 5

After the boy had gotten away from him, Nathaniel/Professor Hughes had returned to his room. Within a few minutes, the night vision cameras had shown someone in the dining room. He rushed back downstairs to find out who, his fingers clutching the knife tightly. Creeping forward, he opened the door and could make out a cloaked figure shuffling in the darkness. He heard a girl's voice:

"Winston? My love? Is that you?"

He could barely contain his glee. It was her! Her spirit had possessed one of the sluts who had trespassed in his house, as she always did. This time it would be different, however; without that fool Winston, they were no longer locked into the cycle of death. He would take her, and take her, and she would be his forever!

He rushed into the room and grabbed her arm, throwing her face-first onto the table. She screamed, and he thrust the knife before her face. The candles had burned out, but even in the darkness she could make out the blade, and she gasped, frozen with fear.

With his other hand he grasped the back of her cloak and threw it over her head. He then used his knife hand to keep her pinned to the table. She had panties on under the cloak, which he quickly ripped away. At last! He unhooked his pants and pulled out his raging hard-on. At last!

He kicked her legs apart, and shoved the butt of his knife into her back once again for good measure. His fingers found her cunt, and he massaged her clit, getting her hole moist and ready for him. Her cries were muffled by the cloak, but he did not care. It was time.

He took his member and pressed it up to her cunt. He quickly found the opening and thrust home hard, causing her to yelp. He pulled out halfway and thrust it in hard again. "Fucking slut! You are mine! MINE!" He moved both hands to her hips and grabbed on, still holding the knife. The blade pricked her skin as he thrust into her, harder and harder, pulling the globes of her shapely ass back into his pelvis, getting deeper and deeper penetration as he went.

She was screaming now. Nathaniel knew she had been a virgin on her wedding night, and he had killed the newlyweds partway through. This was her first real fuck, and for her it would be horrible. He loved it.

After minutes of brutal rape, he felt his ball sack tighten up, and relished the thought of impregnating the little slut. If she survived long enough, perhaps she would deliver him bairns! He thrust harder, the knife now drawing rivulets of blood from her hip.

"Yes...yes! Now...uhh...you're....ahhh...MINE! UHHH! AHHHH!" He thrust into her rapidly as his cock expanded, then spurt its potent ammunition within the overwhelmed girl. He thought his orgasm would never stop, as bolt after bolt of hot cum was forcefully injected into her.

Finally he pulled out and turned from her, his legs shaky. At long last! She was his, body and soul! Wait...where was the knife? It had been in his hands... He looked around and saw its shape on the floor. Stupid fool, to drop it in the throes of passion. He then noticed that the girl had gotten up from the table, and had turned toward him.

"You dare--?" he began, then fell over in pain from a kick to the groin. Another kick to the ribs kept him in the fetal position.

Mandy pulled back the hood of her cloak. "Surprise, asshole! Hope you had fun wasting time with me. It should all be over by now."

Realization hit Nathaniel like a horseless carriage. "NO!" He kicked out his leg, knocking Mandy from her feet, and struggled to a kneeling position. He backhanded the girl across the face, hard, then picked up the knife again as he limped out.

Chapter 6

Minutes earlier...

Annabelle/Laura had been found in the adjoining antechamber, curled up in the corner, terrified from all the screaming.

James and Mandy went over their plan in the bedroom, then Mandy went over, took the possessed girl's cloak from her shoulders and pulled down her panties.

"What are you doing?!" Annabelle was shocked, trying to cover up.

Mandy held up the articles, then put them on. "Bait. You need some privacy with your husband." She pointed back to the bedroom.

Annabelle's face filled with hope. "You mean--? Winston?"

"Yes, go to him. Haven't you waited long enough?" Mandy put her arm around Annabelle's shoulder and guided her through the adjoining door. She closed it as the girl went through, then took a deep breath as she opened the door to the hallway. I can do this. I HAVE to do this, she told herself.

Annabelle stepped into the bedroom. "Winston?"

James stepped forward, in character. Mandy had told him as much as she could remember about Winston's mannerisms and speech patterns. "My love! I was so worried!" He came forward and embraced the brown- haired beauty.




Possession



"Oh, Winston! I've been so frightened! Hold me!"

And he did. As he felt the warmth of her body against his, he noticed that her t-shirt seemed to be her only clothing. His penis started to respond.

She noticed, reaching down to his crotch, caressing the lump as it grew within his pants: "Oh, Winston, yes! At long last, we shall be together as God intended." She kissed him then, passionately.

He pulled her to the bed and unzipped his pants, kicking off his shoes as she pulled off his shirt. He climbed on top of her, caressing her hips and waist. He pulled up her t-shirt, and she raised her arms to help with its removal.

In the light of the fire James could make out her body. Laura had always seemed a prudish, fundamentalist Christian, wearing baggy clothes that hid her now-obvious charms. Her breasts, while not large, were nicely cone shaped, and had light-colored nipples, now quite erect in the cool air. He ached to suck them into his mouth, but would Winston do that? He was torn.

"My love...take me, on our wedding night." Annabelle murmured with a half-lidded, adoring gaze. James gulped, then pulled down his boxers.

"Ooh..." Annabelle's eyes widened. James wasn't thick, but was definitely above average in the length department. He guided his prick to her hole, then paused. There had been no foreplay -- would Winston have done that? He felt that Annabelle and Winston were probably God-fearing folk, so anything other than straight sex might have been considered a sin.

He massaged her clit a little with the tip of his dick, pretending he didn't quite know where to put it. "Mmmm..." Annabelle closed her eyes and crossed her legs behind him. A quick yank of her legs and he was pulled on top of her, his cock sinking inside her.

"Oww! Oh, my love..." she whimpered.

Oh, shit! James thought. She was a virgin! Sorry, Laura...

He stopped moving, and held her. She sniffled a little, then took his face in her hands and brought his lips to hers. As she kissed him, again and again, she told him how much she loved him, how much she had looked forward to this night, and how she was so happy to be his wife.

"Now make love to me," she breathed in his ear. She rotated her hips.

He pulled out of her a little, then pushed back in carefully. A sharp intake of breath told him she was still a little sensitive, so he took it easy. Just then he thought he heard something -- a thud from downstairs. Had Nathaniel taken the bait? Was Mandy all right? He turned his head to the door.

Annabelle turned his face back to hers. "There is only you and me," she whispered, and used her legs to pull him inside her again. "Uhh..." she closed her eyes again.

He buried his face in her neck, kissing and nuzzling. He started to thrust, and it was clear that her pain was now being overcome by pleasure.

"Mm...mm...mm...," she gasped in time with his strokes. Her nipples rubbed into his chest. He couldn't help himself, and pulled back, engulfing her right areola with his mouth and sucking, licking the nipple. She gasped loudly and arched her back in response, increasing the angle of penetration. His dick began to feel really good.

He opened his eyes and disengaged from her breast as he realized he wasn't wearing a condom! Laura, a virgin until a few minutes ago, certainly wasn't on the pill, nor would she have a diaphragm or any other sort of contraceptive! Mandy had said that Winston hadn't gone on to heaven or wherever until they had both cum. Oh, fuck, what was he going to do?

Annabelle/Laura looked up at him. "I'm so close, my love. Give me your seed. Make me a woman."

He couldn't help himself. He grabbed her hips and pounded into her. Slap, slap, slap! Annabelle started to cry out:

"Oh yes! Yes! YES! Harder! HARDER!"

Finally he could hold out no longer, and cried out as his testicles released their cargo, the sheer pleasure of his orgasm causing stars to explode behind his eyes. He didn't dare pull out, as Winston certainly would not have, and Annabelle still hadn't orgasmed, though she seemed so close...

"I can feel it inside me! Oh God! OH! OH! OHHHH!" Annabelle thrust her hips up at the rutting young man, her orgasm triggered by the feeling of him shooting deep inside her, so warm and wonderful. More and more of his seed was urged into her.

Finally they collapsed. A bright light appeared above them, and James looked up just as the door burst open. There was Professor Hughes/Nathaniel, knife in hand and murder on his face, as he rushed in, screaming: "No! She's mine! MINE!" He leapt, and time seemed to slow.

Annabelle's spirit left Laura's body, floating up toward the light, and James could not help but turn his head back to her. She was incredibly beautiful, he thought, even as death was coming for him.

Mandy had rushed in just behind Nathaniel/Hughes, and grabbed his leg. The professor went down, but Nathaniel's spirit continued the lunge as it vacated its host body. Nathaniel was a gaunt older man with long, thinning hair, an ugly sneer on his face as he stretched out his spectral arms for Annabelle's spirit.

Suddenly, the floor opened up and a swirling vortex of eldritch darkness came into being. Nathaniel stopped in mid-air, confused, and then he saw it: "NO! NOOOOO!" Dark tendrils snaked around him.

James still couldn't take his eyes off of Annabelle. She had been a curly blonde, on the cusp of womanhood. She turned back to James, gave him a wink, and floated into the white tunnel. A bright flare of light and she was gone.

Nathaniel was still screaming as he was pulled backwards into the dark vortex. As he was engulfed, Mandy thought she saw one of the tendrils tear something small from his pelvic region. Nathaniel screamed even louder, and Mandy knew that payback was a bitch, and she was from Hell.

Then the darkness faded. Mandy picked herself up and gave a reproving look at James, his penis still embedded in Laura's vagina. Laura groaned.

James quickly pulled out of her. Laura opened her eyes as the others looked to find any signs of recognition. Then the previously-possessed girl quickly sat up and hugged James.

"Oh, James, you were so good! I felt everything! That poor girl!" She held James, and he her, as she cried, cried for lost innocence.

Epilogue

The police, of course, didn't believe the students' story about ghosts. The physical evidence pointed to a psychotic break for Professor Hughes, leading to murder and rape. The professor was catatonic from the experience, so was unable to defend himself against the accusations. He was put into an institution for the criminally insane.

Laura and James married, and 9 months after the whole ghostly ordeal she gave birth to a little girl they named Annabelle. Mandy also gave birth, and named the boy Winston. 



Rape?



Eighteen year-old Cassie was a senior in high school. She had a close-knit group of friends. She wasn't really that popular, but she didn't really care. She wasn't a beauty, but she was pretty. Although she didn't think so.

She had waist length brown hair. It was so soft. It was due to the fact that she used conditioner. She wore glasses that hid her beautiful brown eyes. She weighed 150 pounds, which wasn't a lot but just enough to add extra weight not needed. She wasn't a nerd or anything, in fact she was quite the singer and a pretty good actress, she just wasn't well known around school, and she liked it that way most of the time, except in those moments when she felt alone and wished for a boyfriend. Of course, she knew most of the guys around there were insensitive jerks.

She slowly walked home from a late drama practice, when a guy drove up beside her in a black Thunderbird. She recognized him as a sophomore at the local college. He was known to be athletic as well as pretty smart, which is an unusual combination. He was about 6'2 which, when he got out of his car and walked along beside her, towered over her 5'5.

She looked up at him. He was gorgeous, she had to admit. Brown eyes that seemed to look into her soul, and what looked like silky almost black hair. She had the ridiculous urge to run her fingers through it. She was a pretty sensible girl, what was she thinking?

"Hey," he said, revealing his perfect white teeth.

"Uh. Hey!" she said warily. There was something about this guy. He made her body want to do things she'd never even fathomed doing with any of the guys around here.

"My name's Jordan, and I've seen you around and just was wondering if maybe you'd like to go out sometime?"

"Uh, well... no offense, but not really," she was afraid of both him and herself. Besides he'd think she was an inexperienced pathetic girl who hadn't even had her first kiss. Which she hadn't.

A brief look, of what looked like, anger crossed his face, then he smiled, "Well, if you ever change your mind, give me a call." He pulled a scrap piece of paper out of his pocket, wrote down his number, and handed it to her.

"Uh, ok."

He walked around to the driver's side of his car, got in, and sped away.

She shook her head. He creeped her out in a way. She slipped the piece of paper absentmindedly in her purse and walked home.

Two nights later, she had another late drama practice. She was just walking out of the school when someone grabbed her from behind and put a hand over her mouth.

A cloth replaced the hand and she knew it contained chloroform. She tried not to breathe, but her lungs started to burn and she finally needed a breath. And that was it, she was out.

When she came to, she was laying in a bed. It was dark. She felt and found herself to still be fully clothed. "What the hell?" she mumbled to herself.

Suddenly the door opened. The only way she could tell, was the hallway outside of the room was just a shade lighter than the room and the door squeaked as it opened.

"Oh good, you're up," came a very familiar voice. He shut the door and she heard a lock click into place.

"What do you want?" she said, backing up against the bed frame as he approached.

"Well, I want you one way or another. We could've went out like a normal couple. But you just didn't want that, so if I can't have you as my girlfriend, then I will have your body."

Cassie was scared. She thought fast. Keep him talking. "Why me? I should think you'd want a prettier girl."

She could now see the outline of him  as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. "Because I like a challenge and believe it or not, I actually did like you."

"Did?"

"Well, I still do, but you didn't want the nice way, so here's the choice you chose."

He climbed onto the bed and pinned her down with his body weight. She squirmed underneath him.

"Don't bother," he said sort of lazily, "I am much stronger than you. Oh, and go ahead and scream all you like. We're way out in the country. No one will hear you."

Oh God, she thought, what am I gonna do?

"Just lay back and enjoy this," he said as he pressed his lips on hers. His lips were so soft and full. She found herself kissing him back, until she realized what she was doing and lay ridged under him. 

After trying to part her lips with his tongue and failing several times, he sighed and got up. She hoped he was giving up. But next thing she knew she felt a cold barrel of a gun pressed against the side of her head and he pressed her back down in the bed again. 

"I tried being nice, but you just don't want it. So now either you cooperate or I'll kill you... so what's it gonna be?"

"Al... alright... I'll cooperate..." she whispered really softly. She was so scared.

"Good," he said as he set the gun on the floor but where he could reach it.

He started kissing her again and this time she allowed his tongue in her mouth and she tried her best to be good at it. She must have been doing a pretty good job cause he didn't stop. She felt his hand slide under her shirt. He cupped her left breast through her bra. He slid her shirt off and her bra soon followed. He looked down at her. 

"Wow, your breast are huge. That's the good thing about girls that aren't completely skinny. What's your bra size?"

"42 D," she mumbled.

He didn't reply, but slid down and licked her left nipple. He started sucking on it and played with her right breast with his hand. She started to enjoy it. She still resisted a bit though. No way was he getting full satisfaction out of this. He kneeled and slipped his shirt off. His chest was rock hard she could tell. 

He started French kissing her again, only more rough. He pressed his groin into her and she could feel his arousal. He started to grind down on her through their pants. She felt the button and zipper go on her jeans. He slid them off and next went her panties. He played with her clit. Rubbing it, teasing her. He slid a finger into her and then added another. Soon her body was responding and she no longer wanted to resist. Her legs gave way and opened up to him.

He grinned, he knew he was getting to her. She found herself unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He slid them and his boxers off in one motion. He traced her clit with the head of his cock. She was so horny that she was practically begging for him to fuck her.

Her hips were lifting, trying to get him inside her.

“No, not yet.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. "Come over here and kneel down." 

She kneeled between his legs. 

"Suck it." He guided her mouth to his eight-inch cock. The minute his cock entered her mouth he could've came. He held the back of her head and fucked her mouth. She was almost gagging. Right when he was about to cum, he stopped. "Alright baby," he said, "lay back down on the bed."

She did as he said. He placed the tip at her entrance and asked, "What do you want Cassie?"

"I want you to fuck me," she said with no shame.

"I assume you're a virgin?"

She sighed, "Yeah..."

He pushed slowly inside her until he broke through. Once the pain was over, he pulled back out and plunged back in. He fucked her faster and faster and she met his every thrust. He watched her breasts bouncing as they fucked. He angled so he was rubbing her clit with every stroke. 

"Faster," she pleaded.

"Aren't you the little slut... ."

She loved the feel of his big cock sliding in and out of her cunt. She wished she'd have known this felt so good, she'd have started sooner.

She felt an orgasm building. When it started, she screamed his name as her walls closed around his cock and he came, groaning, pouring his cum deep into her. When it was over, he collapsed on top of her. He rested his head on her breasts. He felt himself still in her, now soft. But just thinking of her tight cunt, made him hard again, and she was only too happy to oblige him again and again.



Rape?



"Good afternoon, Ms. Starlight." 

Celestia approached the desk, recognizing one of the two regular receptionists at T, Inc. She smiled at Monica, finally reaching the desk. 

"How long are you here for today?" Monica asked. 

"Two hours this time," Celestia replied. "I want to push my limits, see if I can really last that long. And I would like to add a few extras this time as well." 

"Very well, Ms. Starlight. What did you have in mind?" 

"I'd like the dungeon package today, please, as well as the recording option." 

"Video, audio, or both?" 

"Both, please." 

Monica keyed the additional elements into her computer. "The transaction has been authorized by the bank, Ms. Starlight. If you'd like to take a seat, Janice will be with you shortly." 

"Thanks, Monica." 

A few minutes later, Celestia glanced up just as Janice emerged from the left corridor with an ashen-looking young woman at her side, walking slowly. Celestia recognized the stunned expression, the sense of extreme vulnerability, the inability to determine if she had truly enjoyed herself. 

This was clearly a first-timer, a "virgin" of sorts, who had just been initiated into this most unusual world. Celestia remembered her first time, recommended by a friend as are so many customers, although she had always had a penchant for the unusual, so her first time had been thoroughly enjoyable despite the continual subconscious current of fear. 

"Just sit here as long as you need, Rachelle," Janice said softly. "In fact," she added, glancing over at Celestia, "would you like to speak with one of our regular customers? Would that help?" 

It took a moment, but Rachelle slowly nodded, her eyes remaining fixated upon the floor in front of her feet as she sat nervously in a chair. 

At that cue, Celestia stood and moved toward the young "virgin," sitting beside her, taking her hand. Janice smiled at the regular customer briefly and then retreated, leaving the two customers effectively alone. 

Celestia simply held Rachelle's hand for a few minutes, neither saying anything. During that time, the experienced customer remembered her first experience here: the terror felt as her clothes were shredded from her body even as she tried to crawl away, the blurred vision caused by the copious tears, the rawness of her throat from the perpetual screams, the slimy residue which coated and filled her vulnerable body... 

"How often do you come here?" Rachelle finally asked, apparently finding her voice at last. 

"About once a week," Celestia replied. "Typically on Thursdays, as that is the day I have the most time to myself." 

Rachelle finally looked up, her large expressive eyes quivering with latent fear. "How can you go through that every week!?!" she blurted out. "How can you stand to be raped like that by an alien!?!" 

That was clearly the crux of the matter for her. Rachelle was a legal adult who had come voluntarily – she would never have been permitted past the waiting room otherwise – yet she still viewed her unforced experience as a rape. In that case, Celestia knew that she would never be able to change Rachelle's mind, but she could at least give her thoughts on the situation. 

"I have never seen it as rape," Celestia replied softly, thankful that there were no other customers in the waiting room at the moment. "I was definitely scared the first time I was here, knowing that a captured alien with about a dozen slimy tentacles had been trained to molest woman and give them a most unusual sexual experience. But I had come here willingly, knowing that I would never be the same again. I am very much a thrill seeker, although I have definitely toned down that aspect of my life now that I have a daughter, but this is a fairly low-risk and only thinly-controlled thrill that I can enjoy whenever I would like, and fortunately I am both able and very willing to pay top dollar for this, especially for some of the more expensive situations like a recorded dungeon session with an alien. Does that help to put all this in perspective?" 

"So you come here every week to be raped by an alien?" Rachelle challenged, standing quickly. "You are truly sick!" she spat, then strode boldly and angrily toward the front door. 

With a sigh, Celestia stood and shook her head as Janice approached. "Some people simply will never understand," the receptionist observed. 

"I think this shows why having a psychologist here would be useful," Celestia noted, referencing a previous discussion. "I'm sure that even I could benefit from a psychologist after some of my sessions... like today, probably." 

Janelle smiled wanly at that. "When you're ready, Ms. Starlight, I can take you to the dungeon for your session." 

"Lead the way." 

"How would you like to be bound this time, Ms. Starlight?" 

"Naked, blindfolded and suspended from the ceiling, please," Celestia replied with a slightly-nervous smile. "That should be quite an interesting experience!"



Raped?



It was one of those lazy summer Sundays where all you want to do is lay around the house.  

My boyfriend was golfing and I had the place to myself.  It was late morning, but I’d been up for a while doing work around the house and decided to reward myself with a nap.  I tossed my clothes carelessly on the floor and slid into bed.  There was a nice breeze outside so I had the window open, the fan on, and just the sheet between me and the cool air circulating around the room.  

I quickly dozed off and was sleeping soundly on my stomach when I felt someone crawl into bed.  Assuming my boyfriend had returned early, I moved over slightly to give him room, but did not really wake up enough to say hello.  

Imagine my surprise when I felt a pair of naked legs straddle me.  I giggled, thinking that I had just figured out why my boyfriend had come home.  I started to roll over onto my back when in one swift motion I felt something sliding over my face and everything went black.  I realized that he had blindfolded me in a most skillful manner.  

We’d played around with blindfolds before – but he must have been practicing.  I opened my mouth to compliment him on his deftness when he grabbed my hands and twisted them behind my back.  Before I could react, I felt cold metal clasp around my small wrists.  I’d never been handcuffed before – but there was no mistaking what was happening.  

My emotions were mixed with confusion and desire.  On one hand – I was enjoying this deviation from our standard love making, but I did not understand why he wasn’t talking.  Then it dawned on me that I had no idea if the man straddling my ass was actually my boyfriend or not.  

Out of instinct I started to struggle, but I was no match for his strength.  He had me pinned to the bed quite effortlessly.  He leaned down and I felt his hot breath in my ear for a moment before he spoke.  

“I want you to do exactly what I say, ok?”  

I was almost certain that it was Ryan’s voice.  Almost.  Either way – the way I was pinned along with the hot breath on my neck was enough make me not really care.  

“What if I fight back?”  I asked.  

“Then I stop and neither one of us has any fun,” he breathed.  

I weighed my options and decided if it really was a serial rapist sitting on top of me, then he most likely wouldn’t let me out of things that easily, so I agreed to do exactly what this mystery man said.  

He still had me pinned, but he shifted down the bed and roughly used his knee to force my legs apart.  I lay there for a moment not knowing what to expect.  An uncontrollable scream escaped as I felt what I presumed to be a tongue flicking my clit.  

He still had a hand holding my handcuffed wrists together on my back, but he was licking my pussy with abandon.  I writhed and moaned as he fucked me with his tongue.  I could hear a rhythmic slapping sound and I knew he was jacking off as he was pleasuring me.  

The fact that I could hear it, but couldn’t see it was strangely erotic.  I was so caught up in the bliss that comes with a good pussy eating, that I was unprepared for the forceful fingers that suddenly shoved themselves deep inside my cunt.  This time I’m sure the neighbors must have heard my gasp.  

Before I could recover from the brutality of it, I realized that those vicious fingers were doing quite a good job of reaching areas inside me that most men didn’t know existed.  I turned myself over to the exhilaration of the moment.  I was still on my stomach and he was petting the inside of my pussy with expert skill. 

For a brief moment I returned to my earlier thought that there was no way this was my boyfriend.  But about that time, his magical fingers found that one perfect spot and I started shuddering.  My ass cheeks were quivering with pleasure and I could feel a wall of intensity building deep inside my pussy just waiting to explode.  

“I’m going to cum!” I moaned. 

“Cum for me,” he said, “do it.  DO IT NOW!” he yelled.  

His spare hand let go of my handcuffs and proceeded to slap me hard across the ass.  It caught me off guard and for a moment delayed the intense orgasm that was imminent.  Then he did it again and this time the pleasure and pain united into a wave of stimuli that served to bring me closer to the sweet release.  

He slapped my ass hard a third time and I winced with pain, but my body betrayed me as I felt my senses slide over the edge.  He shoved his fingers deep inside me one final time and I felt the world spin as the walls of my pussy frantically clenched and grabbed at his hand.  I felt the sheets moisten with the juices that spilled out of me.  My ass and thighs trembled relentlessly with pleasure. 

He let me lie there still blindfolded and handcuffed until he felt me stop shaking.  

We were both breathing hard with the combined efforts that went into such an orgasm, but I knew we weren’t finished; there were still his primal needs to contend with.  

I lay still knowing that he was enjoying seeing me in this weakened state.  After a moment, he roughly grabbed me by my hair and an elbow and practically threw me onto my back.  I gasped again from the roughness of it.  

He again used his knee to separate my legs and I felt him move position.  I braced myself for the forceful entry of his cock into my pussy that I knew was coming.  But he surprised me by gently rubbing my clit with just the tip of his cock for a moment.  Before long I was begging for him to fuck me.  

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked

“Yes.  Yes please,” I begged.  

“Tell me,” he said.  “Tell me you want my cock.” 

“I want it.  I need it, I have to feel your perfect cock inside my hot pussy,” I whined.  

I was so busy begging for it, than when it finally happened and he split me in two with his stiff member, I was unprepared for the intensity and I screamed.  He proceeded to reach down and wrench both of my nipples in response.  

“Don’t scream anymore!” He demanded.  

“Ok, Ok,” I responded.  

I was starting to realize that either Ryan had undergone a major personality change or it really wasn’t him fucking me.  Although I couldn’t deny that I had completely enjoyed the mammoth orgasm I’d just had, it was beginning to bother me that I didn’t know who was responsible for it.  

With the forcefulness of our fucking, my blindfold had slipped just a little and I could see a sliver of light getting through.  I thought that if I slightly moved my head I could displace the cloth enough to get a glimpse of who was currently ramming me with his hard cock.  

I waited just a moment to make my move and timed it with the rhythmic fucking we were both enjoying.  I thought I was being discrete and shifted my head downward ever so slightly.  Just as I felt the blindfold move slightly, my head exploded in pain and I realize that this man had just slapped me hard across the face.  He pulled his cock out of me and yanked my head back by my hair.  

“That wasn’t the agreement,” he said.  “You fight back, and I stop – remember?”  

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“Now – do you really want me to stop? Or do you want my cock?” He asked.  

I took a moment to think about it.  On one hand – he had just slapped me, was currently about to pull the hair out of my head, and let’s face it – was pretty much raping me.  But on the other hand – he’d also given me one helluva orgasm and if I behaved myself he might do it again.  It didn’t take me long to make my decision.  

“I want your cock.” I said.  

“Are you going to behave?”  He asked.  

“Yes.  Yes sir.  I promise.  Whatever you want.”  I replied.  

“I wanna fuck you,” he said as he promptly shoved his cock back inside me.

I quickly forgot the stinging sensation across my face from the slap and focused my attention on the new sensation between my legs.  I knew that if I was going to be allowed to cum again I better do it quickly.  I risked asking a question.  

“Please – may I touch myself?”  I asked.  “Just one hand, that’s all I need and then you can cuff me back – I promise.”  

He did not respond with words, but he reached behind my back and in just a moment I had one hand free.  He kept my other arm pinned to the bed, but he eased up just enough for me to slide my hand to my clit.  He was fucking me hard and with every stroke I felt the slap of his balls against my ass.  I had my knees bent and my hips raised off the bed to meet him thrust for thrust.  I furiously worked my clit and within moments was moaning uncontrollably.  

“You better cum now,” he said.  

I could tell by the tension in his voice that he was very close to cumming himself. 

“FUCK. ME. HARD.” I demanded.  

He responded by drilling me with his cock in a fury.  I could smell the sweet stench of sex; I could feel his dick inside my pussy.  

I heard the breathless restraint in his moans.  He leaned down and put his mouth on mine and I could taste the remains of my pussy juices in his mouth.  That was all it took to push me over the edge again.  I came hard with his cock inside me and I bucked wildly as the waves of release flowed from my head to toe.  He slowed his fucking down for a moment and waited until he was sure I was spent.  

“It’s my turn to cum now.” He stated.  

I couldn’t even speak I was so drained.  He pulled out of me for a brief moment and turned me over again to my stomach.  He handcuffed my hands once more and straddled my ass; it occurred to me that we were back to where we started.  He was pulling my hair with one hand while I could hear the other one furiously stroking his own cock.  

I knew that this was what he had wanted all along.  To jack off all over a woman who was completely under his control.  I couldn’t move my head, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t use my hands and I’m sure had I begun yelling – he would have gagged me.  I decided that since he hadn’t covered my mouth, that he might like some encouragement.  

“I liked it when you fucked me,” I said. And he whimpered. 

“Do you like looking at me this way?” I asked.  I got a breathy, “yes” in response.  

“It makes you want to cover my back and my ass with your hot cum doesn’t it?”  Again, I heard a faint whimper. 

“That’s it baby, stroke your cock, I’m ready for you to cum.  Spray your hot cum all over my back, let me feel it running down my spine.  Let me feel it drip down my ass….”  

I was all prepared to keep talking, but I guess I did too good of a job because about that time I heard a deafening “OH GOD,” just as I felt spray after spray of warm cum cover my back.  I could feel him shaking above me and I could smell the pleasing scent of sweat and passion.  He leaned above me quivering, moaning, basking in his release.  

After a moment – he rose from on top of me.  He returned a moment later and carefully cleaned up the evidence of his deviance with a damp towel.  He leaned down and whispered gently in my ear, “I’ll be right back.”  

I must have fallen asleep because when I woke a little while later, the handcuffs were gone and I was free.  I cautiously rose and removed the blindfold.  I sat up in bed and rubbed my wrists that were red and raw from the ferocity of what had happened before.  I got out of bed and searched the house – but Ryan was nowhere to be found.  

As I padded off to the shower, a smiled played on my lips.  I may never know if that really was Ryan raping me, and most of me didn’t care. 



Raped! Again...



My eighteen year old sister Ashley came to stay with me before the baby was born to help out and to get me to the hospital when the baby came. Sure enough, the day that I had dreaded and looked forward to came and my water broke. I was in the shower just enjoying the warm water on my aching back when I felt a gush flow out of me. I looked down at the shower floor and saw the mixture of blood and other colorful fluids running down the drain and I was just dumbfounded by the sight. I had loved being pregnant and full of life and now it was about to be over and I found myself a little wistful, forgetting how I'd come to be this way.

Well, I figured, I'm in the shower and this is the best place for this. I went ahead and finished my hair and then shaved my armpits and my bikini line as best I could. Shaving my legs with a watermelon in my belly was out of the question!

Ashley was blown away at how calm I was when I told her that it was time to go to the hospital and she took a moment to realize that I was serious.

Ashley was frantic all the way to the hospital and I really don't remember anything she'd said to me along the way. I was lost in the past thinking about how this moment, just before the birth of my daughter, had come about due to my being raped. The contractions I was suffering through, each one of them, reminded me of his raping cock, thrusting in me...spurting in me. And I had no idea who he was. I'd told my family about my ordeal and they wanted me to go to the police and I'd refused. I have to say that I love them all the more for standing by me and then sending my little sister to help with the baby and to really just be someone I could cry with. 

Sometimes, though, Ashley made me cry as I saw her walk around the apartment in her tank top and shorts and I saw her fawn-like body that had once been the twin of my own. I looked like a beached whale in comparison. My huge belly at least prevented me from having to see my swollen ankles all the time.

We made it to the hospital and I shook myself from the cobwebs of the past and braced myself for my impending future as a single parent. A few hours went by where my contractions went on and on, and then...

"AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!" 

I cannot even begin to describe the pain as my daughter made her way through the most delicate parts of my body. I blissfully passed out as the doctor caught her and then went to work with the remainder of the birth. When I came around I asked for my little girl and Ashley handed her to me.

"What are you going to name her?" Ashley asked me with a proud and radiant smile.

"I should name her 'Ashley' after all you've done. What do you think we should name your niece?"

Ashley looked at me and smiled with the honour, "Melissa".

And so came into the world my daughter Melissa, niece of Ashley.

* * * 

In the following four months Melissa quickly became a darling and happy child. I was blessed to have a healthy little girl who managed not to suffer from the usual infant maladies so that meant I was soon sleeping a full night's sleep. Once in a while, though, Melissa would cry and Ashley would go to her to let me sleep. Ashley knew her niece was hungry and would set her at my breast while I slept and then put her back to bed. It was one of those intimacies that you can only truly share with a sister.

I started working out to get my body back and since I had been in good shape to start with it wasn't a long time before Ashley and I were the twins everyone liked to say we were. My old clothes fit again and the maternity clothes went in the storage box to wait for a charity drive. With Ashley at home to take care of Melissa for me I also went back to work and caught up with my career.

I had survived and my life was actually better than it had been before. The love of my family had stood a test and proved itself, and I now had the lifelong promise of love from Melissa. Life was good.

Then one night I came home from work and unlocked the door to see Ashley on the couch with a look of fear in her eyes that made me almost want to run. As I stared at her I heard a terrifying and familiar whine of a capacitor charging up and I turned to see what it was and I saw a face mask just as I felt the stun gun blast into me again. 

When I came to I fully expected to be blinded like the last time and was surprised to have some faint light come into my eyes. I looked down and saw that I was tied, naked, to my bedroom dressing chair. My bedroom was lit by a few candles and the sight that they revealed made me try to scream.

"None of that, bitch, or I'll shock you again, got it?" He stared into my eyes and I saw in his eyes the same colour of blue that was the glory of my precious Melissa. I knew at that instant that this man was my rapist from over a year ago. I fell into silence and regretted not calling the police back then. I remembered back then thinking that I was letting him go just so he could do it again and here he was with Ashley tied up on my bed naked, with her wrists tied to her outstretched ankles.

"I just had to come back when you brought your sister for me to play with." He chuckled with a just a hint of evil. 

I frantically tried to break myself free when he walked to Melissa's crib.

"Shush, now! You don't think I'd hurt my daughter, do ya? No way! I'm sick, but I'm not a monster."

I had no choice but to believe it was true. As he reached down and picked up Melissa I saw Ashley look over at me with an awful terror in her eyes. Like me, she was gagged and couldn't say anything so we just stared at each other and started to cry.

"She's beautiful." He said at last. Then, laying Melissa back into the safety of her blankets he simply stated, "But she is lonely. Don't you two think it's just awful that she has to grow up all alone?"

He looked at me and said, "Don't you want her to have a sister like you do?"

Turning, he looked at Ashley, "Or maybe she needs a niece..Hmmm?"

Ashley tried to scream and tried to break free, but it was useless. Both of us were powerless to do anything as he began to undress. He kicked off his shoes and then undid his shirt, shrugging it off to reveal a decent physique. He was actually beautiful. I wondered why such a man needed to force women to have sex?

I could tell that Ashley was scared, but I was actually more curious to see what the father of my baby looked like. He undid his belt and his jeans fell to the floor. Ashley fell silent, as did I, at the sight of his ample cock faintly bouncing with his heartbeat. He kicked the jeans free and, except for the pull-over ski mask, he was now completely naked. 

"I wish I had all night," he said as he walked to my nightstand, "but I have places to be. So I hope you two ladies don't mind if I skip the foreplay."

He reached for my baby oil. That night a year ago came rushing back and I expected a repeat performance and I tensed up. He picked up the bottle ,popped the top, and squeezed a little into his hand. He took his cock in his hand and seemed to shudder as he stroked it and oiled it all along it's generous length. Fascinated, I watched his hand travel it's length and marveled how that same cock had managed to go all the way inside of me. I realized as I watched that this same cock had also impregnated me.

I was shocked and actually a little disappointed when he turned the bottle on Ashley and sprayed her lithe body with the glistening oil. The little drops on her skin reflected the candlelight making the scene almost romantic. She struggled a bit as his hands rubbed over her and he slapped her. His oiled palm made a kind of wet sound as it met her cheek.

"Shhhh," he whispered to her, "you don't want to wake the baby."

He took a little more of the oil into his hands and then locked eyes with Ashley as he rubbed it into her virgin pussy. I'd really expected him to take his time, but he eased himself up to her until his knees were on either side of her ass and his cock was dangerously close to her pussy. He reached over for one of my pillows and doubled it over and placed it under Ashley's lower back. Her pussy was now lewdly displayed and her back was arched as if she was eagerly awaiting her first lover. I was watching what had happend to me a year before and found myself erotically fascinated...I was even getting wet as I watched my own mystery unfold in front of me.

He moved up to my sister and I could clearly see him rubbing his thick cock in her oiled pussy. He took his time and seemed to have his eyes on Ashley as she felt the first touches of a man to her pussy.

I saw his cock head disappear into her just a little. He took her by her tight hips and whispered hoarsely, "Look at me!"

The second she did he plunged himself into her. I heard her scream from the pain of his entry and I wanted to cry for her. I couldn't stop watching to cry, even for a minute. The drama of his cock fucking into my sister right in front of me was so erotic that I think had I gotten loose right then I would've raped him. 

Ashley whimpered as her lover slowly thrust his cock into her in an endless and mindless fucking. This went on for a good ten minutes when I noticed that Ashleys' toes would curl up with every thrust of the cock into her depths. His hands were all over her body, massaging her with the care of a most attentive lover.

Her back tensed and she seemed to struggle for a moment when he said what I was imagining:

"Yessss....yes....come on my cock...yesss!"

I heard Ashley squeal as my virgin sister was fucked to her first orgasm. He kept up a steady rhythm and pushed her orgasm even further. He thrust at her deeply every now and again and I could see her arch her back to allow him deeper into her body. Ashley was lost to her lust and all that was on her mind was the pleasure the cock was givig to her. She was coming down off the peak of her pleasure when he took her firmly by the hips and held himself in her body, as deep as he could. I knew my sister was right then getting her pussy bathed in his rich, potent come. 

Silently, the two of them just looked at each other as his cock still filled her pussy. I knew she was sitting there and thinking about the year of my life that had just passed by wondering if that would be the story of her own upcoming life.

There were no tears or struggles as I saw his cock firm up again and began it's probing of Ashley's body all anew. He skillfully brought her to orgasm again and I could see his own intensity building again. Part of me was relieved that he would leave me alone, but part of me was also frustrated with having watched so much and hd so little. I closed my eyes to imagine what she was feeling when I felt a sudden warmth.

His eyes were inches from my own.

"Can't forget about you, can we?"

Slick with my sisters' juices and his own come he slid himself fully into my pussy in one stroke.

I gasped at the sudden fullness and found myself wanting for more. I moved my bare butt to the edge of the chair to get more of his cock into me.

"You want this, don't you?" He was so proud, I could hear it in his voice. I knew then what it was that made him tick: he wanted his victims to want him. Fine, then. I wanted him.

With the same skill and finesse he had just used with my sister I felt that wonderful cock grind into my clit and I let myself go. He reached behind me and I felt him pull on something and then I realized that he'd untied me. I was free! I pulled him close and kissed him full on the lips and wrapped my legs around him. The fullness in me became even greater as he lifted me up and carried me to the bed. 

When he laid me back I felt the wet warmth of Ashley's pussy at my neck and realized I was between her legs. I didn't care. My whole self had been surrendered to the cock that was now hammering between my legs, threatening to fill me with another baby and I didn't care! I needed the release that his cock was promising me and then...

"unnnhhhh!"

I heard my own voice as the warmth of my release flowed over me. The most powerful feeling I'd ever had swept through me only to be followed by feeling the cock in my pussy begin to swell. I was going to have his baby again, I knew it and I didn't care! I felt his cock start to twitch inside me and the sensation drove me over the edge again! The emptiness I'd felt after Melissa's birth was gone, if only for now, replaced by this wonderful, thrusting cock and the promise of life it was delivering into me again.

He left me there almost senseless as he slipped from me. Not bothering to tie me up again, he silently gathered his things and was making his way to the door.

"Don't go."

He slowly turned around. 

"I need you. I don't care what you've done...please."

Ashley had gotten the gag out and I couldn't believe what she was saying. 

I couldn't believe it since I was going to say the exact same thing!

"I'll go to jail if you talk."

Ashley looked at me and I nodded.

"We won't. The baby needs her father, right? And I..I just can't let you go now. Please stay."

* * * 

So here we are, Ashley and I and Matt. How do I explain what we feel? Matt swears we were the only ones he ever took like he did and I guess we just have to take that at face value. I guess it turned out that Ashley and I were 'twins' in more than just our looks; our lusts are just the same. And our bellies are starting to swell identically, too. Our nights are unreal and our days are equally unreal. Maybe we'll have to move to Utah to see this thing through, who knows?



Raped! Again...and Again



It's called "Helsinki Syndrome". It's where the captives begin to identify and sympathize with their captor and Ashley and I had it bad for Matt. When Ashley had asked Matt to stay she didn't know what a can of worms she'd opened for the two of us.

Matt asked us if we really wanted him to be wih us and the two of us nodded our consent, partly from fear and partly from the insensate shock of being assaulted. He gagged us both and then left the apartment. Ashley and I looked at each other and I imagined that it must be over and that Matt had gone on his merry way. I only wish it had been true.

He returned in about half an hour with a push cart and two large musical equipment crates on it. You know the kind, like you see roadies carrying around backstage at concerts? In no time at all he'd picked us up and loaded us each into one of the boxes and then I felt the bumping around as we were loaded into a truck. The trip took a long time and I will admit that he was careful to take care of us. Each hour or so he'd stop the truck and then come back to open the boxes and let us have some fresh air before moving on. I couldn't see anything, but I did guess that we were heading into the mountains after a few hours when my ears popped from the pressure changes.

I'm guessing it was at least six hours of driving before we finally stopped and he unloaded us. When Matt opened up the boxes Ashley and I found ourselves in the oddest little prison. We were clearly in the basement of a house right off the garage as I could see it. Matt took me to a little room with a large steel door and guided me inside where he sat me down on a comfy bed and then took my ankle and locked a shackle on it. I looked and saw that the shackle had a strong looking chain that was very securely bolted into the concrete wall. There was no escape possible.

"Welcome home." He took off the ropes around me and then removed my gag and my blindfold. I saw my captor standing there, a good looking man, maybe six feet tall, close cut blond hair, and a very masculine face set by two sapphire-blue eyes. I took a quick glance around the room, my new home, and realized it was a very comfortably appointed prison cell, complete with a little bathoom of its' own.

"Where are we? And where's my baby?"

He laughed. 

"You two wanted to stay with me, well, here you are! This is my home and we're well away from the rest of the world here. This was my parents place before they died and I took and did something special with the basement as you see. You two are my first guests here since you were dumb enough to ask to be kidnapped." He left the cell for a minute and then came back with Melissa. "Here's our daughter, so don't worry. You didn't think I'd leave here there all alone? Shit!"

He walked out and closed the steel door securing me and Melissa in the cell that was our new home and then he went off to get Ashley taken care of. The day went by and he brought me Melissa's things and a warm bottle for her and a warm dinner for myself. Then I heard Ashley scream as he raped her again. She called him a monster and he replied that his name was 'Matt' before he slapped her and silenced her reminding her that she'd asked for this. I sat there holding Melissa and I trembled as it began to dawn on me that the three of us were in very serious trouble, especially now that we'd seen his face.

Ashley whimpered as Matt fucked her and told her how sexy she was and how tight her pussy was on his cock. She never said another word to him but I did hear her yelp a little every now and then and I guessed that her pain was from Matt thrusting his cock deep into her. Finally, I heard him grunting and I could even hear their bodies slapping together with the force of their mating until, with a moan of sheer pleasure, Matt signaled his orgasm. I imagined his cock twitching in Ashley's pussy as Matt filled her with more of his sperm. I sat there and could not believe what we'd gotten ourselves into; a life as sex slaves to this man. A life we'd actually asked for. 

Ashley cried all night and never said anything when I tried to talk to her. She was clearly traumatized and when we later spoke she told me that she was horrified that her rash words to Matt trapped both of us in this situation and the responsibility was crushing to her.

The next morning Matt brought both of us breakfast and I ate while feeding Melissa and it was maybe an hour later when Matt came and took Melissa to Ashley and told her to snap out of her depression and take care of her niece. I heard her say 'Okay' and then her door was closed and locked. Matt came back to my cell door and looked in at me.

"Your turn."

I didn't react as he came up to me and guided me to the wall where a pair of handcuffs dangled from a bar. He took off my robe, the only thing he'd given me to wear, and then I sheepishly let him cuff me to the bar with my butt facing back at him. I didn' care to look as I heard him undress and I just gave myself over to the inevitable as I felt his warm hands on my hips. He motioned for me to spread my legs and I didn't argue with him. His cock ran up against my pussy and he went "Mmmmmm" as his hands ran over my breasts, lingering on my nipples to excite them. I was shocked at my own reaction as my nipples hardened and a rush of sexual excitement ran over me.

"Yeah," he murmured," I can feel you getting wet...yeah"

I felt betrayed by my body as it responded to Matt's attentions and got ready for sex. I felt his fingers probe my pussy and then he took and pressed his cock up against my slippery warmth.

"Uhnnnf!"

I arched my back as he pushed at me and his cock slipped all the way into me in one slow, steady thrust. I resolved not to cry or say anything to give anymore pleasure to him as his cock pumped at me with a firm and steady rhythm. I felt him go deep into me every few strokes and it occured to me that this would've hurt before Melissa was born. Now, feeling his cock so deep inside me, it seemed to be natural to have a man plowing me. I was shocked at myself in the middle of this reverie as I realized that he'd slowly stopped fucking me as I had started fucking myself on him. 

I didn't care.

We fucked each other like that for quite a while and when I finally looked over my shoulder at him he kissed me. And I kissed him back. What had started out as my rape had become our fucking and somehow I'd allowed that to become our lovemaking. The eroticism of the moment swept over me as his lips sought mine while one hand loving caressed my throat and the other held across my belly, pulling my body into his eager cock.

I was disappointed as his pace began to quicken and I felt him thicken inside me. Our toungues met and tangled as I felt him spurt his seed into me. We held our pose together as that lovely cock of his pumped cream into me and I snuggled my ass back at him, trying to get him deeper into my body.

I felt exhausted and empty when he drew himself from me. I remained silent as he unlocked the handcuffs and then lay me back on the bed. He gently spread my legs and took me by surprise as his softened cock slipped into me again as he lay himself on top of me. I was lost in my lust and gave myself over to kissing my lover and running my hands over his back and through his hair as his own hands kneaded my breasts and pulled my hips tight against him. 

His cock hardened again and we began to just make love without the urgency of his need and he took the time to find and satiate my own need. When I finally came it was just too much for him and the sudden moisture in my pussy told me that he'd come in me yet again.

Breathless, I just lay there like a fucked-out whore as he got up from me and silently left, closing the door behind him. He didn't look back to see his come dripping from my well-pleasured cunt before he was gone. I fell asleep after a while and when I woke up I was frankly embarrassed by the picture I must've made. My legs were spread out and their apex was framed by a puddle of come. 

A warm shower refreshed me and removed the embarrassing evidence of my enjoying an animalistic mating at the hands of my captor. A mating. The thought of just fucking for the sake of fucking like animals turned me on and I fingered myself to a needed release.

Day three of our captivity came and went uneventfully and then on day four Matt brought Ashley to my cell and allowed us to talk. The first hour we just cried. Then we began to talk about our situation and she told me how awful it had been when Matt raped her again and we went over the whole mess in detail. Finally, I asked her if she'd realized that we were'nt ever going to leave here and she fell into tears again before agreeing to my point. As we talked some more I worked to convince her that since Matt was going to have his way with us, why not try to make it as nice as we could for ourselves? I shared with Ashley how I just imagined myself as an animal and Matt as my mate as we fucked and I just allowed my body to be enjoyed without a thought. After all, what could we do anyways? 

Ashley said she'd try to see it that way before the two of us cuddled up and took a nap together. We woke up later when Matt brought Melisa to me and then took Ashley back to her cell. Matt had left the doors open so I could hear them fucking, I knew he'd done it on purpose. I listened raptly while holding Melissa and found myself wishing I could see what was going on as Ashley gave up a moan of pleasure. 

"That's right...yeah." I couldn't believe my ears as Ashleys' dreamy voice gave assent to Matt's fucking of her lithe little body. My little sister began to sound like a woman as I heard her start to encourage Matt to fuck her, to fill her, to impregnate her! 

That was four months ago now and it's hard to believe we've ever had a different life. I often wonder that Ashley and I must've become pregnant at the same time because when Matt lets us out to the sundeck now (with a nice view of the mountains like I'd suspected), our bellies seem to be swelling at an identical rate. Ashley and I are closer now that we've ever been before as we share our pregnancies and as we share the father of our children. When Matt found out that I was full with his child he became so intensely passionate and asked me, no, he begged me, to let him make love to me. He came up behind me and lovingly held my belly while filling me with his cock and I think I started to fall in love with him then. Really, how can you not love a man ho worships the mother of his children? Matt may be a rapist, but he's a better lover, father, and husband (really) than most men I've ever heard of. 

(to be continued? Write to me and let me know if you want more of this storyline, and don't forget to vote!)



Raped at a Swinger's Party



Rob and I were attending another swinger's party. This one was in a fantastic apartment overlooking Bondi beach, probably Sydney's, and Australia's for that matter, most famous beach. The apartment belonged to friends of Alan & Anne, a New Zealand couple we'd met the summer before at a nudist retreat, and had stayed swinging friends with.

The owners, Donna and Terry, didn't live full time in Australia, they had business interests in Asia and New Zealand as well, and spent their time equally among the three countries. They had homes in all three locations and they managed to organise frequent swinger's parties in all of them.

We were told it was a semi formal dress evening but still a gathering of swinging couples. I was dressed in a blac, halter neck, figure hugging, ankle length evening dress my husband had bought me a few weeks previously. The dress accentuated my 38D boobs and moulded nicely around my butt, which I think is my best feature. It was scooped low at the back, finishing just above my bum, and the front had a large gold zipper that ran from the top of the dress and stopped midway between my navel and pussy. I had the zipper demurely opened so you could just get a glimpse of a reasonable amount of cleavage, but not too much. 

I wasn't wearing any underwear.

I had prepped properly for this party, waxing, shaving pussy etc. sexy make-up, sexy perfume, fuck me stilettos, and had even had my husband give me an enema, just in case I was lucky enough to have my arse fucked. 

I love anal sex, it gives me the best orgasms!

Terry greeted us at the door and immediately made us feel welcome. He had a natural warmth that seemed to radiate from his welcoming smile.

"You must be Catherine and Rob. Alan said I'd recognise you immediately because Catherine, in his words, "was drop dead gorgeous". He wasn't exaggerating at all."

Blushing, and I don't do that easily, I was rescued by my husband who said;

"I'd hate to think what he said about me," Rob grinned.

"Alan didn't say anything, but Anne can't wait to see you again," Terry answered with a knowing smirk.

Terry introduced us to Donna. She was Eurasian, about 5'6" and one of the most strikingly beautiful women I've ever met!

Looking at her and trying to guess her age I would have said she was late thirties maybe very early forties (I later found out she was forty nine!)

Dressed in a figure hugging gold silk gown, it was blatantly obvious she also wasn't wearing underwear, it accentuated her pert breasts, slim waist, flat stomach, shapely backside and long legs. This was all rounded off by an exquisite oval face, Asian shaped eyes and shoulder length long black hair. 

Rob was visibly drooling!

Donna graciously showed us around, pointedly showing us the locks on the bedroom doors.

"Sometimes," she spoke so softly, "people don't wish to be disturbed if the action is so good, so you can lock the doors, but the locks work on a timer and they will automatically unlock after one hour and then you can't lock them again for another fifteen minutes. It does prevent unwanted intrusions or overuse, but you can unlock them from the inside of course," she smiled. 

She also pointed out there were condoms, lubricants and tissues in every bedside cabinet.

The apartment was spacious and lavish and it occupied the entire sixth floor, one below the penthouse. There were six large bedrooms, each with double king sized beds, they were huge, and with its own full size ensuite bathroom. Back in the main living area was a huge open plan living/entertaining area which in turn opened out, through wonderful fold back glass doors, onto an enormous patio overlooking the famous beach and ocean. At one end of the patio was a massive spa, which I imagine would hold at least twenty people. There were already three or four naked couples enjoying each others company intimately. 

I couldn't imagine the value of the apartment but it would be well into the many millions of dollars.

There was lovely mix of people, probably about 14 or 15 couples, ranging in ages from early twenties to oldies, like Rob and me, in their forties.

We made our way to the bar and Donna introduced us to couples on the way.

Once we had our drinks we looked around for Anne & Alan but they were nowhere to be seen, we didn't investigate the bedrooms looking for them. 

We wandered out to the patio and gazed at the ocean below. 

Rob and I were soon joined by two other couples who introduced themselves as Tony & Angela and Steve & Sarah. I would guess they were all a decade younger than Rob and me. 

Angela looked to be perhaps late twenties or early thirties, very slim build, not tall but the absurdly high platform high heel shoes she was wearing made her look taller. She was well tanned, short dark hair and was wearing the essential little black dress, with the emphasis on little. It was cut low at the front displaying a generous amount of her chest, which whilst she wasn't a busty woman, she certainly displayed nice shaped, firm breasts. She was blessed with shapely legs, accentuated by the absurd shoes, and the dress was as short as it was low cut, it finished just below her bum. I was sure if she leaned slightly forward you would see all you wanted to see!

I wouldn't have called the way was dressed semi formal, more "tarty". 

Oh, now I'm being catty!

Tony was mid to late thirties, average height, muscular build and also very well tanned. He had short cropped black hair, a sort of chiselled, handsome face and a very disarming smile. 

Mr Personality, and he was pouring it onto me!

Sarah & Steve were the blondes, both tanned and looked like the couple you'd see on any Sydney beach, or any beach for that matter. Sarah was the opposite of Angela, tall, very busty, I'd guess 40DD chest, slim waist, full flared hips and long tanned legs. She was wearing a yellow halter neck dress of some soft shiny material, fitted to the waist which accentuated her large boobs, then it flared out over her generous hips and stopped about mid thigh.

This also wasn't a dress I would describe as semi formal, more slutty. 

Meoow!

Steve was tall as well, blonde, tanned, handsome and he new it!

While we were chatting, which was mostly about swinging, feeling each other out, a guy came up behind Sarah and playfully patted her on the bum. She turned to him and he whispered something to her, she nodded, turned to us and said "See you guys a bit later," and walked off, hand in hand, with the stranger.

"That's Noel," Steve said to nobody in particular, "Sarah's fucked him before, said he was good too."

I glanced across at Angela just as she surreptitiously took Rob's hand and drew it up under her short dress. I watched Rob's face for a reaction and got one almost immediately. He slowly and discretely withdrew his hand from under her dress, a knowing smirk on his face. He winked at me and wandered off with his hand on the arse of the tart, who was teetering in her absurd shoes, knowing he was going to get his rocks off. 

That left me with the two guys, Tony & Steve, and I must admit to enjoying the attention.

"So Catherine," it was Tony addressing me, "is that gold zipper fixed at that open level?"

"No, no, it unzips all the way down past my navel."

"What would happen if I unzipped it all the way down," Tony asked.

"My tits would fall out."

"I'd like to see that, wouldn't you Steve?"

Steve nodded so vigorously I was afraid he'd suffer whiplash!

I glanced around the balcony and into the entertaining/lounge area. I needn't have worried about showing my breasts, there naked and half naked people everywhere.

"So may I unzip?" Tony persisted.

My nipples were already hard and getting harder, and my pussy was getting wet, as this questioning went on, so I nodded my acceptance.

Tony reached forward and took the tag of the zipper between his fingers. He slowly pulled the zipper down right to the end where it finished between my navel and pussy.

My nipples were so hard by now, the fabric of the dress caught on them and didn't expose them, just most of both breasts were showing. The scraping of the edge of the zipper material across my nipples was sending electric impulses straight to my pussy, which was getting wetter and wetter.

"Oh Catherine, see your tits didn't fall out," Tony observed "I'll just have to help them."

He took one side of the zipper and pulled it, the material scraping over my extended nipple, fully exposing my left breast.

More electric impulses to my pussy.

He then took the other side and repeated the procedure over my right breast.

More impulses to my pussy which was now almost dribbling!

"My god Catherine your tits are sensational, don't you agree Steve?"

More vigorous nodding of the head.

"Catherine, you know I want to fuck you don't you?"

It was a statement, not really a question and before I could answer he went on.

"And Steve does too, don't you Steve?"

If he nods any harder his head'll fall off, I mused. 

"So how do you feel about a threesome?" Tony went on.

I didn't trust myself to speak, I was afraid my squeaky voice might give them the impression I was aching for it, which I was! 

I just smiled and nodded.

"You wait here, and Steve and I'll try to find an empty bedroom."

I turned back to face the ocean as they went searching. The cool ocean breeze on my exposed nipples, causing them to harden like bullets, sent more electric impulses to my aching, wet pussy.

I needed a fuck badly!

An arm dropped over my shoulder, a hand grazing my breast and a hard lump pressed into my hip bone. Thinking it was Tony I turned to face him.

It wasn't!

"You're Catherine, aren't you? I'm Leon and I've heard you're one hot root, so how 'bout we go do it?"

Normally, when I'm faced with a dick of sizeable proportions, and this one obviously was, I'd drag the owner of it to the nearest dark corner and fuck his brains out.

This prick just pissed me off!

I removed his hand from my breast and stepped back.

"I don't care what you've heard. What did you say your name was?" I snapped.

"Leon," he answered.

"Well Leon, as I said I couldn't care less what you've heard. I really don't give a rat's arse and I certainly don't want to 'do it' with you!"

"Huh! It's because I'm a Leb, isn't it?"

"Your ethnicity has nothing to do with it! One of my best friends is Lebanese. I choose who I fuck and I'm not choosing you, now piss off."

As he was about to reply Tony and Steve returned and had obviously heard my last statement.

"This arsehole bothering you?" Steve asked.

"No, he was just leaving, weren't you Leon?"

"Yeah," he grunted and walked off.

"You OK?" Tony asked.

"Yes I'm fine, he just thought he was a walk up start for a fuck and I had to put him straight."

"Yeah we heard, didn't we Steve? Come on then," he gestured, "we've organised a bedroom."

Hand in hand, tits hanging out, I walked off with the two boys. I don't know what was aching most, my bullet like nipples or my seriously wet pussy!

As soon as we were in the room Tony wasted no time. Before I'd even made it to the side of the bed he'd unclasped the halter to my dress and, with the zip undone all the way down, the dress slipped to the floor.

"Fuck you're so horny Catherine, I knew you'd be naked underneath that dress."

I turned to face both of them, legs apart, hands on hips, "Well then, you were right weren't you," I said with a smirk.

They were both staring at my smooth pussy, I'm sure they could see the wetness glistening on the lips, with the light of the bed lamp behind.

"Are we going to fuck or are you two just gonna stand there fully dressed and perv on me? 'Cause if you are I'm gonna go out and find me another fuck buddy"

"Shit, sorry Catherine," it was Steve this time, "it's just that I, I mean we, just didn't expect you to be so bloody horny looking, I mean being forty odd an all."

"Thanks for the compliment," I said drily, "at least I think it was a compliment, but if I'm horny looking it's probably because I am horny, now lets get at it or I'm out of here!"

They both stripped of quickly as I sat down on the edge of the bed. They we both very erect and both had impressive cocks, probably about 7 inches, both circumcised, which I prefer, but Steve's was much thicker than Tonys'. Interestingly Tony's pubic area was very neatly trimmed but Steve's was clean shaven, just how I love them!

I was dribbling again!

Tony came and stood in front of me, "So who's gonna have you first?" he asked, with his very handsome cock waving in front of my face.

Reaching out I took hold of him in my hand, slowly stroking the impressive length of him.

I looked up at him with a lustful look on my face.

"Why don't we just all do it together," I suggested and leaned forward and took him in my mouth.

I felt him shudder as I gently tugged him forward, between my outstretched thighs, and wrapped my lips around his cock, one hand cupping his balls and leaning forward I took him down my throat. 

His reaction was instantaneous as he placed one hand on the back of my head, the other reaching down to my right breast, squeezing and rubbing the nipple between his fingers.

My pussy was on fire!

Steve sat down on the bed beside me his hand dropping straight to my very wet puss. Feeling how moist I was he quickly, and easily, slipped two fingers into me. 

I immediately parted my thighs even wider to give him easier access. 

Another two fingers joined the first two, I now had all four of his fingers inside me and his thumb began strumming my clit. Twirling his fingers around and in and out of my pussy he found my G spot and, with his thumb rubbing back and forth over my clitoris, and two of his fingers rubbing my G spot, I felt the release I needed approaching.

I was going to orgasm!

Sensing my own orgasm rapidly approaching, I feverishly worked on Tony's cock. By now he had stopped squeezing my breast and both hands were holding my head as he fucked me down the throat. My right hand was following my mouth up and down his cock, my other hand gently squeezing his balls.

I felt him stiffen, his balls tighten then that familiar jerking spasm as his cum raced up his tube and began to empty his semen down my throat.

That was all my, on fire, body needed and it released my own glorious orgasm, my juices flooding Steve's fingers buried in my cunt!

My moans of ecstasy were muffled by the cock still emptying the cum down my throat. Try as I might to swallow it all, some of it escaped my greedy mouth and trickled down my chin and onto my breasts.

Eventually Tony's cock began to slow it's spurting, as my own orgasm began to subside, and he backed away from my face, his still semi hard cock leaving my mouth with a "plop".

Steve wasted no time and, drawing his fingers out of my sopping wet cavity, put one hand under the back of my knees and gently laid me onto my back on the bed. He quickly spread my thighs and kneeled between them, lowered himself onto me, his cockhead nudging at my very wet opening.

Arms either side of my breasts, he looked down at me questioningly, his eyes asking my permission to enter me.

I reached out and placed both hands on his muscular forearms, squeezing them I smiled and nodded.

He eased himself forward, his fat cock splitting my pussy lips open, as I raised my pelvis up to welcome him. 

He was thick, and I felt the fullness of him as he stretched me wide open, the length of him filling my cavity, 'til his cockhead was nudging at my cervix.

I was full and it felt wonderful!

He drew back slowly until his cock was almost completely out of me then eased forward again, then back slowly then forward again, the pace increasing slightly with each thrust. 

I raised my hips off the bed each time to meet his thrusts, our pelvic bones grinding against each others, his balls slapping against my arse. Our pace increased and became more frenetic as we became lost in lust, then suddenly he stopped all movement. My hips were still bouncing up and down off the bed trying to encourage him to resume his actions.

Without withdrawing from my cavity he eased himself into a kneeling position, then lifted my legs up so my bum was clear of the bed and my knees were over his shoulders. He started to pump me again, this time with far more effort, his cockhead now constantly mashing against my cervix.

I was staring to cum again and I was losing it!

When I get carried away in lust, having sex, I tend to become a little unladylike in my speech. 

"Give it to me baby! Pump that fat cock into me! Give me your load! Fill my belly with your cum! Fuck me hard baby! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Lost in my lust, I didn't notice Tony leaning over me until I felt him suckling at my breast. It sent more electric jolts straight to my nerve centre, my pussy!

Suckling on one breast, and squeezing the other one, whilst rolling the nipple between his thumb and fingers was enough on its own. But with Steve now hammering away at me with his fat cock, and the ministrations to my tits, I was heading for an almighty orgasm. Obscenities were coming again.

"Blow in me you bastard! Suck my tits hard you prick! Squeeze my tits! Bite me! Fuck me! Ram that cock into me! Give me your load you bastard! I want your cum! Etc! Etc!"

I was loosing it and I was cumming, and cumming, and cumming! In fact, it was one continuous orgasm.

Then, as I was lost in the throws of my own pleasure, Steve put his arms under me and rolled me over so I was on top of him, never once stopping in his constant pounding of my pussy.

I pushed myself upright over him, my hands on his chest, and took him deeper into me, so deep I felt his cock was going to burst its way into my uterus.

I was only riding him for a minute or two when he pulled me back down onto his chest and began to kiss me passionately. I returned his passion, our tongues exploring each others mouths as I rode his beautiful cock.

Almost totally lost in my passion I was only vaguely aware of movement on the bed.

That was until I felt hands on the cheeks of my bum, pulling the cheeks apart, then a tongue probing at my anus. 

My god, Tony or someone's rimming me, I thought. I was right, the tongue probed deeper and eventually forced its way into my puckered opening. I relaxed my anal muscles and allowed Tony, or whoever, the right of access. It felt good!

Throwing myself back into my riding, of Steve's beautiful fat cock, we settled in to a steady fucking rhythm, my orgasms now just a constant stream occasionally rising to a crescendo then settling back down to an ongoing series of electric jolts. Each electric jolt magnified by the tonguing of my arse. 

I was in fuck heaven!

During the course of my fuck I was vaguely aware of the bedroom door quietly opening. It was only for a few seconds and then it just as quietly clicked shut. Lost in my lust I vaguely remember thinking, 'the boys mustn't have locked the door.'

Riding away on Steve's fat cock, almost disappointingly, I felt the tonguing of my arse stop. I think it was only momentarily, but I'm not sure considering the state my body was in, then I felt cool liquid being applied to my anus. In my heated condition it felt so soothing. 

The next thing I felt was a finger probing at my anus, I immediately relaxed my anal muscles encouraging the anal invader, he responded by pushing his finger deep into my cavity and began finger fucking my arse. It felt sooo good!

Pouring more lubricant into me a second finger joined the other and I could feel the fingers rubbing Steve's cock through the thin membrane separating the two cavities.

I exploded in another breathtaking orgasm!

Once more I let fly with the dirty talk!




Raped at a Swinger's Party



"Don't finger fuck me! Fuck me with your cock! Stick your cock up my arse Tony! I want to feel both of you fucking my holes! I want you both to blow your loads in me at the same time! I want cum in my cunt and cum in my bowel! Fuck me hard the pair of you! Give me all you've got! Fill me with your cum!"

You get the drift, I wanted them both to blow their loads in me.

The fingers withdrew quickly and I felt the cool nozzle of the lubricant being applied to my puckered opening, a quick squeeze of the bottle and the cool soothing lubricant travelled up my anal passage. Next I felt Tony's leg straddle the both of us the head of his stiff cock probed at my sphincter, pushing gently, but firmly, the head breached the resistance and into my anal cavity. Easing it in at first he pushed forward into my, well lubed up, passage.

Gritting my teeth with the initial pain I urged Tony on.

"Give it to me Tony! Ram it in hard! Fuck my arse! Fuck it! Fuck it!"

His thrust forward his balls slapped up against Steve's cock hammering away at my cunt. With both of them quickly getting into a steady rhythm I was screaming even more obscenities. 

"Fuck me you pair of pricks! Ram your cocks into me! Fill me with your cream!"

Steve pulled my mouth down onto his, and began kissing me passionately, more to muffle my screams than anything else.

The rubbing of both cocks separated by the thin membrane of my cavities triggered another orgasm that quickly became one fantastic constant release, I was just cumming and cumming! The obscenities stopped and were replaced with cries of rapture as my body surrendered to its own glory.

"Oh God! Oh Christ I'm cumming! Oh Jesus! Oh God!" I was crying, now mumbling, almost incoherent.

In this state I felt Steve's pace quicken, matched by Tony's, and almost simultaneously they erupted, cum spewing from both their cocks into my waiting cavities. 

The feeling of their cum splattering my bowel, and walls of my cunt, triggered what felt like a massive explosion, that radiated from my nerve centre, and sent waves of pleasure ripping through my whole being, my body rocked with fire. I couldn't begin to describe the electrifying jolts that were sending shockwaves of sheer lust, joy and passion through me, to the point I momentarily lost consciousness, the blackness sweeping over me.

I was in sexual nirvana!

The moment of blackness quickly passed and I came back from the abyss. 

Tony was withdrawing his softening cock from my arse and I could feel Steve's lovely fat cock beginning to shrink. When Tony finally withdrew I rolled off Steve onto my back on the bed, cum leaking out of both my cavities.

I laid there relaxed, feeling sexually sated. 

Steve was the first to speak.

"Christ Catherine, you're fucking sensational. I can't remember the last time I lasted that long in anybody, Sarah included, and I'm still half hard."

I looked across at him, he was right, he was still half hard, his fat cock was at half mast.

"Damn, I've blown twice and I want to do you again," Tony declared, "So how about it Catherine, want to go again?"

"Boys let me relax a little, get me a drink from the bar and we'll talk about it, OK?" I smiled, a little breathlessly.

They both got to their feet and headed to the bathroom.

"Soon as we've washed we'll get you that drink. But watch out Catherine, we're not finished with you yet," Steve smiled back.

They left the bathroom and headed out down to the bar. I lay there, my head resting in my folded hands, behind my head on the pillow. I thought about getting up and having a shower but must have drifted momentarily into a light sleep.

I sensed the door closing with a slight click then the down lights being turned right down so only the soft light from the bed lamp illuminated the room. I was about to speak when a hand covered my mouth and before I realised what was happening another hand grasped my wrists, behind my head and held them firmly.

A rasping voice said, "So you little cock teasing cunt, you're now gonna feel like what it's like to get fucked by a real cock."

I couldn't make out who it was, in the dim light, and soon he was kneeling on the bed, forcing my legs apart with his knees, still holding my wrists, in a vice like grip, with his other hand.

A cockhead nudged at my dribbling pussy lips.

"Look at you, you dirty little slut, cum dribbling out of your holes. Well have some of my cum up your cunt, slut!"

With that he thrust forward forcing my pussy lips wide apart and rammed his cock into me to the hilt, his balls slapping against my arse. 

I got a look at him in the little bit of light. It was Leon, he was big and it hurt!

I screamed, but the scream was muffled by the hand over my mouth. I tried to bite but all he did was squeeze my cheeks hard, inflicting pain.

"Try to scream again slut, and I'll really hurt you," he snarled.

Then it dawned on me, 'I'm being raped at a bloody swinger's party, how stupid is this?'

Just then I heard the door trying to be opened, but it was locked! There was a knock and a muffled voice asked,

"Catherine, you in there? Come'n open the door, we've got your drink."

"Don't try anything slut," the snarling voice whispered "or I'll belt you one!"

After another minute or two of knocking and speaking through the closed door the voices went away.

Leon pulled back and rammed his big cock in me again, it still hurt but not as much, my pussy was stretching to accommodate him

He got up a real rhythm, in and out of my pussy, and the more pumping he gave me, the more my pussy began to relax and take him. I couldn't guess his size but by the feel of him he was the longest and fattest I'd ever taken. Worse than that my body began to respond and I found myself raising my hips to meet his thrusts.

"You're lovin' it aren't you little slut? Like the feel of my big Leb dick up your cunt, don't you?"

With his hand still covering my mouth, I could only nod my agreement. My body was now rocketing along towards an orgasm as his cockhead pounded away, mashing against my cervix.

With only a little warning my orgasm exploded and my pussy clamped his big cock as he rammed me.

Lost in it I cried out with my orgasm but his hand still covering my mouth muffled my cries.

"Oomph gud! Oomph gud! Oomph gud!" 

"Oh fuck, you've got a tight cunt. Aren't you a right horny slut!"

He kept up his pounding rhythm and I kept cumming, and cumming. I could feel his balls slapping against my juices as they literally poured out of me.

"Alright bitch, now we're gonna change positions. If I take my hand off your mouth, you're not gonna scream are ya?"

I shook my head and he slowly took his hand from my mouth. I lay there, a little breathless, slowly recovering from another sensational, glorious orgasm.

He slowly withdrew his cock from me, he was still rock hard! In the dim light I looked at it, it was at least 9" with a bulbous head and huge in its girth.

"OK slut, on ya knees, I'm gonna give it to ya doggie."

I rolled over and got on my hands and knees, trying not to appear too hasty, but I wanted that cock back inside me and I wanted it now!

Leon didn't waste any time and kneeling behind me, grabbed hold of my hips, and speared me with his huge dick.

I immediately came again!

Again he set up a steady rhythm and as he thrust forward I thrust back to meet him each time. He reached over me, and resting his weight on me, grabbed both of my breasts viciously squeezing them and pinching my hard, bullet like nipples. This just made me orgasm harder!

"Don't you love this big Leb dick, you horny cunt? Don't you bitch? Tell me how much you love my big Leb dick up your cunt!"

Between gasps of pleasure I answered.

"I love, ugh it. I love your big ugh, dick up ugh, my cunt Don't stop! Ugh, please don't stop!"

He pinched my nipples even harder and I orgasmed again and collapsed face down on the bed. He fell on top of me, still hard inside me.

He pulled his cock out of my pussy and immediately I felt him spreading my butt cheeks, his cock head pressing at my anus.

"OK cunt, you obviously like it up the arse, so feel this."

I looked back over my shoulder at him, aghast.

"No please, no. You're too big, you'll rip me apart."

"Listen cunt, with all the lube and cum dribbling out your arse, you'll take me easy. Now relax your arse muscles before I get nasty," he snarled.

He pushed his bulbous cock head hard against my sphincter and instinctively I clenched my bum cheeks.

Whack! A stinging blow landed on my bum cheeks. Whack, another and whack another, the blows bringing tears to my eyes and a burning sensation to my pussy.

My body, or should I say my pussy, was responding to the stinging blows to my bum, the more he whacked, the more turned on I was becoming!

"Please, put your cock back in my cunt," I begged.

"You're takin' it up the arse bitch, like it or not!"

Again he pressed his cock head at my sphincter and I tried to relax my anus to accept him. I knew there was enough lubricant in me, what with Tony's cum plus the lube he'd squeezed into me.

Leon's massive cock head forced its way into my opening.

I screamed with the pain.

"Arrgh, no please stop, it's too painful, you're tearing me apart" I screamed.

I went on, "At least stop until I can adjust to take you," hoping this would give me a few moments without any more pain.

It fell on deaf ears as he relentlessly forced his cock up my anal canal 'til his balls were resting against my pussy. He pushed my face into the pillow to muffle my screams.

The pain was excruciating!

Fully inside me, he put his arm under my stomach and dragged me into a kneeling position, bum in the air but face and arms still on the pillow. 

Before I could even draw breath, in readiness for any further assault, he quickly pulled back and thrust into me again.

Again I screamed, but my screams were muffled by my face in the pillow.

"Mumph, arrgh no! No! Arrgh!" My muffled screaming went on.

This only seemed to spur him on and he relentlessly raped me. He was sodomizing me, raping my arse!

"Oh fuck bitch, your cunt was tight but this is the tightest arse I've ever been in. I'm gonna love blowing up this tight arsehole."

This man had made me cum and cum and cum, with his huge cock up my cunt, and now he was raping my arse and still he hadn't even looked like blowing his load.

Now I was gonna get his load in my bowel!

The pain began to ease as my anal cavity began to stretch and adjust to take him. As much as I didn't want too, my body began to respond, instinctively I pushed back to meet his thrusts.

He had hold of my hips now and he held me as he, piston like, drove in and out of me. I rocked backwards and forwards on my knees, now greedily accepting him, as I rocketed towards another mind blowing orgasm. I could feel that tingling of my nerve ends, my pussy's nerve centre started sending out those messages, there was an enormous orgasm about to happen. 

It did!

This time my muffled screams were of pure joy, my orgasm was all encompassing, every nerve end in my body thrilled at the momentous, joyous release as my anal muscles clamped hard around the huge cock raping me.

My orgasm took Leon over the edge and I felt his monster cock get even bigger as the cum rushed up his tube and spurted ferociously out of his cock, splattering the walls of my bowel.

I came again, and again, as his cum kept spurting into my bowel, my moans of ecstasy lost in his bellows of triumph and satisfaction.

"Oh yes, you fuckin' horny little slut! You're a right little cunt slut! Your tight little fuckin' arse is the best! Oh fuck, I'm still blowing, you horny little cunt!"

And he was, I don't know how much cum he emptied into me but I could already feel it pouring out of me, down my pussy and thighs, wetting the sheets beneath me. 

I was in raptures and crying out in my joy, still muffled by my face in the pillow.

"Umph god! Umph Jesus! Umph god!"

Eventually he stopped cumming and I collapsed back down onto the bed, his cock still embedded in my arse.

I was totally spent!

I had been fucked, and raped, incessantly by three men for over two hours. I had no energy left at all!

Leon rolled over onto his side, pulling me with him, his cock still up my arse and it didn't feel like it was getting soft. After a few minutes he began tweaking my hard nipples again, rolling them between his fingers and nibbling my neck, causing me to moan.

"No Leon please, I can't take any more," I moaned.

He started to move in and out of my anal cavity again, his cock still hard in my arse, his other hand beginning to play with my cunt.

"You can take some more, you horny little slut," he whispered in my ear, "I felt the way you came and I'll bet you'll cum again."

Unfortunately, his tweaking of my nipples, the fingering of my cunt and his nibbling was eliciting a response and involuntarily I began to move my hips as again he assaulted my arse with his monster cock.

Just then the door opened, the hour must have been well past, and in walked my naked husband with Angela, the little brunette tart in tow, also naked.

"Hi babe, see you've met Leon, is he fucking your arse?"

It was more a statement than a question.

"Ugh," I grunted, unable to do much else as I began to get carried away on the lust of it all, again!

"Wow honey, I'm impressed, taking that monster in your bum is quite an achievement. Hey Leon, roll onto your back and pull her on top of you."

He was talking as though I was a piece of meat for anyone, and everyone to feed on, which really I suppose I was.

Leon rolled onto his back, pulling me with him, so I was impaled on his big cock with my legs falling open either side of his thighs. 

Rob spoke again. 

"Jesus honey, you've been well and truly fucked, haven't you?"

Eyes glazed I looked at him, my mouth hanging open, as another orgasm approached.

Rob climbed onto the bed and straddling both Leon and me stuck his cock up my gaping cunt. It went in really easily. 

Normally I find Rob's cock quite filling but, having been stretched wide open by Leon, I hardly felt him. It was enough though, with the two cocks rubbing through the thin membrane, to trigger another orgasm from me. I didn't have the energy to thrash around I just let the rapturous feeling wash over me as my nerve ends responded to my bodies wishes.

Moaning in my delirium another shock wave pulsed through my body. Angela had gotten in on the act and was sucking one my breasts whilst she pinched and rolled the nipple of the other.

This sublime "punishment" of my body went on for what seemed to be ages but in truth I really didn't have any idea of how long it was. In my lust driven state my orgasms were now one continuous stream and I just surrendered my body to those who were taking me.

Angela was now kissing me passionately and I was returning the kisses with equal amount of passion. She picked up my hand, resting on the bed beside me, and guided it to her wet cunt. Instinctively I inserted three of my fingers into her sopping love canal, my thumb twiddling her clit. Her hips moved back and forth, as she fucked my fingers, urging her own orgasm.

I won't say who came first, because I was continually orgasming now, but I think with the constant rubbing of both their cocks together, in my cunt and my arse, triggered them both almost simultaneously.

I felt the eruptions of cum splatter my bowel and cunt again, as Angela had her tongue down my throat furiously fucking my fingers buried in her twat.

I lost it as Angela moaned her orgasm, her mouth still clamped on mine, her body shuddering with the force of her own orgasm.

Cocks in me, tongue in me, body totally spent, I blacked out!

I must have been out of it for more than just a few seconds because, when I came to, both men had removed there cocks from orifices of my almost lifeless body.

Angela had now become the centre of attention as she kneeled on the huge bed gobbling Rob's cock, while Leon was behind her furiously fucking her doggie fashion.

She was urging Leon on, as best she could, with a mouthful of Rob's cock.

"Fuck me baby! Fuck me hard with that big dick! Give it to me!"

At least, that's what I think she was saying, it was a bit hard to understand with a cock down her throat and all!

Interestingly, I watched as Leon rammed into her, she was taking him all and not even blinking, let alone whimpering like I did. 

Rob was laying on his back, one hand on the back of her head, the other playing with her breast as she deep throated him.

Leon had a firm hold of her hips and was pumping in and out of her furiously. Remembering he had already blown in me twice I figured he was going to last for a while.

Now, I did state earlier I was totally spent, so how could I account for this warm, tingling feeling beginning to radiate from my pussy?

I got to my knees and crawled over to where the action was. Looking down at my husband, I spread my thighs and straddled his face.

What goes up must come down and a mixture of his, mine and Steve's cum began to trickle out of my cunt. I lowered my cunt to his mouth and he greedily began licking and sucking the juices. Holding myself on his mouth I started stroking my clit as his tongue probed my nether regions gathering all the juice he could find.

Angela's ministrations to his cock, and his sucking of my cunt, must have had the desired effect and I felt his body begin to twitch with the onset of orgasm. Letting go of Angela's head he grabbed hold of my hips and held my cunt hard down on his mouth. His hips began to buck, with his oncoming orgasm, and he spewed his sperm into her greedy mouth. 

I watched as she swallowed enthusiastically, savouring his cum, making sure she didn't spill a drop. Lifting her head from Rob's softening cock, balancing herself on her knees and one hand, she reached out to me with the other and pulled me to her. Our mouths met and we kissed, I could taste Rob's cum in her mouth. That action, along with Rob still sucking hard on my cunt, my own twiddling of my clit and Leon still pounding away in Angela's pussy sent me over the edge for the last time and I succumbed to another shattering orgasm.

"Arrrgh, I'm cumming again! Oh fuck! How much more can I do this! Oh Jesus! Oh fuck!"

I fell sideways off Rob, and lay there comatosed, just as Leon emptied his load into Angela's clutching cunt.

"Give it to me baby!" She screamed "Give me your fucking big load of cum! Spurt your load up my cunt baby! Fuck meee! I'm cumming! Fuck meee!"

She fell face forward onto the bed alongside Rob, Leon fell onto his back, his huge cock still looking impressive, even in a softening state.

We were all totally fucked and spent!

We never did get to see Ann and Alan that night. By the time we all eventually exited the bedroom it was well past 3am and all I wanted to do was go home and sleep.

On the way home it dawned on me, Rob had known Leon before he found me in the bedroom with him.

"When did you meet Leon?" I asked.

"Tonight," was his one word answer.

"When tonight?" I persisted. 

He glanced at me briefly then turned his attention back to driving.

"When Angela and I were on our way to find a bedroom, we saw Leon standing alone in the bar area. By the sizeable lump in the front of his pants I thought you'd be interested. I mean, after that night at Paddington with Adrian, I thought you'd love to try another big one. So I gave him a description of what you were wearing, and told him he'd find you out on the patio. Obviously I was right, you were interested."

I glared at him.

"Did you know he raped me?"

"No, I didn't, but it didn't look like rape when we found the two of you. It looked like you were having a great time. I couldn't believe you were taking that monster cock up your arse, your eyes had that glazed look they get when you're off your face in lust."




Raped at a Swinger's Party



"He had raped me then he turned me over and sodomised me!"

"And you didn't like it?" Rob asked, raising one eyebrow.

Guiltily, I thought yes I did like it. After the initial shock, of realising I was being raped, I actually really enjoyed the sex. Remembering the fear of the rape, then the lust that took over, I realised only heightened the experience. After all I went to a swinger's party looking for some wild sex and I got plenty of it this night.

Memories of the night, the rape, the sodomising, the double penetrations all came flooding vividly back. My cunt began to radiate that tingling sensation again, I could feel my juices beginning to run again!

Pulling my dress up around my waste, I thrust my fingers into my wet love hole, and stroked my clit with my other hand.

"Would you like a hand with that?" Rob asked, glancing over at me.

Quickly bringing myself to another orgasm, I answered a little breathlessly,

"No, but I wouldn't mind you organising another rape, maybe two or three guys, but without me knowing." I looked at him, a little hesitantly.

"You kinky, dirty little slut," he ginned, "I'll see what I can do."

He did!



Raped at Home



Maria was intelligent and beautiful and knew it. She was tall and slender, 34DD breasts on her long frame with chestnut coloured hair, brown eyes like chocolate and the fullest softest lips you have ever seen.

Not only was she beautiful, but she was astonishingly innocent and at 26, was still a virgin. However, although she had never had a mans cock in her pussy, she was no stranger to the delights of masturbation. This however did not stop her from being the biggest cock tease in the office. She insisted on wearing the shortest of skirts and low cut tops revealing her ample breasts to their best.

Mark worked at the desk opposite from Maria, and she constantly teased him with sultry looks and running her hands through her beautiful hair whilst staring at him smiling. Mark had asked Maria out for a drink on a number of occasions, but she always had other plans and promising him she definitely would and wanted to, but it hadn't been the right time. I was starting to realise that she was playing me for a romantic fool. She was just about driving me mad with her sluttish ways, so one day I decided to get my own back. I decided that I would follow her home from work one night and find out where she lived, and then I could maybe just 'casually be in the area' and would she like a drink? I was planning this in my head at my desk, thinking how good it was going to be, when I casually looked up to see the slut parting her legs to give me a great view of her damp panties. I immediately felt my cock growing to rock hard proportions inside my trousers and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, at which she grinned knowing exactly the effect it had on me.

Fucking bitch. I was going to follow her tonight.

"Night Everyone. Night Mark" she said the latter almost under her breath whilst she smiled sexily at me and then turned on her heel and sashayed out of the office, confident that his eyes would be following her sexy ass all the way out of the door.

As soon as she disappeared out of the doorway, I was on my feet. I grabbed my winter jacket from the door and hurried out after her. I made my way down the stairs listening for the bang from the bottom door as she went through it. I waited at the bottom for a moment, and then went through and down the corridor to the lobby of the building. Quietly I slipped past the receptionist without having to say goodbye and out into street. It was dark and raining, and I knew this would make it easier to follow her all the way. Turning left onto the main street I saw her walking about 300 yards ahead, her head bent against the rain and wind beating down on her, she looked soaked through to the skin, I imagined that her flimsy blouse was drenched and her gorgeous nipples would be straining at the dripping material. My cock, for the umpteenth time that day, became rock hard at the thought of her hot body, and I knew then that I had to have her.

She turned left onto King Street and then disappeared up some stairs to the left. I watched as she went into an expensive looking house made out of dark red bricks. All the lights were off and the curtains open, indicating that there was nobody else at home. I saw her enter and turn on the light in the hallway. She went through the left door and then suddenly I saw her clearly in the living room. She turned to the mirror above what looked like the fire place. She ran her hands through her wet hair and rubbed her hands over her face and down her neck. 

I crept up the stairs and was just underneath the window of her living room when "Shit!" I had stood on a plastic flower pot and cracked it. I held my breath as I watched her pause and listen. I could have sworn I saw the bitch half smile to herself, as she looked back at the mirror and her hands moved towards the buttons on her wet blouse. 

I peered into the room, unseen by her and watched as she undid the buttons slowly, and arched her back as she did so. I could see her perfect nipples outlined, straining to escape. She slowly slid the blouse off, exposing perfect, tanned shoulders and a delicate white lacy bra.

Her hands crept up her back and unhooked the clasp, so her beautiful orbs fell out of the confines. Just as I imagined, her nipples were big, dark and mouth wateringly hard. My cock was now uncomfortable in my pants and was throbbing with lust for this exquisite creature I so desperately wanted to fuck.

With the expertise of a pro, she slid her short skirt down over her hips, wiggling her ass as she did. I watched, fascinated as the skirt fell to the floor, exposing the cutest firm ass I had ever seen. She stood there, dripping wet, wearing only white lacy bra and matching panties and a pair of black stilettos. Fuck was she hot, I wanted to bend her over and ram her hot pussy until she fucking bled. I wanted to pull her down onto her knees by her hair and deep throat the fucking teasing cunt.

Just as I thought my cock would explode from thinking about it, she came over to the window and I just had time to duck before she shut the curtains, although not before I had a full frontal shot of her big tits. The light was turned off and I quickly moved round to the front door, and peered through the glass to see her sashaying up the stairs. I quickly made a decision that was going to change the course of my life forever, but I didn't give a fuck. I crept around to the side of the house not really knowing what I was looking for, trying not to step on anything else and really hoping she didn't have dogs!

Bingo. The oak tree in the garden was like a shining light right up to an open window on the next floor. There was a dim light in the room, but I suspected it wasn't her bedroom. Quickly I climbed the tree, trying not to fall or make too much noise; I didn't want to attract attention to myself. I peered over the top of the window ledge and into the room. There was a light on in another room, which was illuminating this one a little. I could clearly make out a bed and a wardrobe, but it was spectacularly bare, and I suspected correctly that this was a guest room. 

I carefully pulled myself up to the window, and cocked my leg over the sill, and pulled myself into the room. I could hear the sounds of a shower running in another room and Maria was humming. She was obviously in the shower, as I could hear the intermittent splashes of the water as she soaped herself down. I quietly crept out of the guest room and looked around; there was the bathroom on the left, and the stairs directly opposite. I looked right and saw her bedroom. Silently I moved towards it and entered. The room was pink and girlie-looking with scented candles burning all around in little tea light holders. I could smell the scent of her perfume in the room, which was making me feel aroused. I saw the lacy white panties she had been wearing earlier discarded on the bed. I picked them up and held them to my face, inhaling the sweet pussy scent. They were damp from her pussy juice and I sucked on them gently, tasting her for the first time that night. 

Across from the bed was a huge double wardrobe with small slats in which you can see into. I opened it carefully and peering inside could see that I would easily fit. I stepped in and shut the door behind me, hiding behind the clothes in case she should open the door, and waited.

I heard the shower shut off and there were a few silent moments in which I imagined she was drying herself off. I heard her walk down the landing and into the bedroom. I sharply drew in my breath as she walked in in all her glorious nakedness. Her nipples were stiff from the temperature shift from the shower and her shaven glistening cunt was out for all to see. In my mind I imagined that she knew I was there and was going to put on a show just for me. 

I quietly unzipped my jeans and took out my rock hard cock and started pumping it slowly while I watched her move around the room drying her hair with a towel and applying cream to her face. She moved to the stereo in the corner of the room and inserted a CD. She then sat on the bed opposite me to brush her long hair. 

I watched, jerking my cock in anticipation of what she was going to do next. She put down the towel and leant back on her arms, exposing a little more of her shaven cunt. I licked my lips at the sight of it, it was so inviting. I wanted to fuck her so bad it was hurting. My cock was oozing precum as I watched her lie fully back and spread her legs wide to me as her perfectly manicured hand moved down to her pussy. 

She parted the folds of her pink lips and I got a good view of her dark hole as she moved her finger gently up and down herself. She shuddered as her finger came into contact with her clit and she started to rub a little harder. Her finger dipped briefly into her wet pussy to lube it up and then it found its way back to her clit and she started rubbing harder still. 

I could feel my cock throbbing ready to cum so I quickly pulled her lacy panties out of my pocket and shot my load in quick heavy bursts right into the crotch of them. 

I looked back out of the slat and saw her stand up and move to the drawers beside her bed. She carefully extracted a 10 inch vibrator out of the top drawer and knelt on the bed on all fours, her gorgeous ass pointing at me. Her hand grasped the vibrator turned it on, so that the shaft started to rotate, and pushed it up in-between her legs so that the tip was touching her pussy lips. 

I watched as it started to slowly disappear into her sopping pink hole with ease. She took the whole length inside her, bucking and groaning as she did. She was obviously turned on, and she let go, leaving the 10 inch jutting out of her pussy. She closed her legs slightly to keep it in place, and reached around and spread her ass cheeks wide, giving me a good view of her puckered brown ass hole. She sucked on one of her fingers and then brought it around to her hole, carefully inching it up inside herself. 

My cock was rigid, and I felt as if I could cum all over again. Or maybe all over her. I saw her start to frantically butt fuck herself with her finger, as she squirmed down on the vibrator, delicious moans of lust escaped her beautiful pouty lips, and I wondered what my cock would feel like rammed in her gorgeous mouth. I wanted to cum right down her throat and into her stomach, filling her up with my juice.

I could take it no longer. I pulled out my balaclava mask, which I kept in my jacket pocket these days, as I had fantasised about the adrenalin rush I would get when I mugged someone in a random act of madness in the street whilst terrorising them with the 9 inch serrated blade knife I kept in the other pocket. They suddenly took on another meaning all together. 

I put the mask on silently and pulled out the knife. I took it out of its protective covering and shoved it back into the pocket. I took a deep breath, my heart hammering loudly in my chest with anticipation and quietly opened the wardrobe door. Because she was facing the other way, she didn't see me come out, and besides, she was close to cumming and was too busy to notice. 

I quickly and firmly slapped her ass, making her scream and jump, and pulled her head back by her hair and smoothly moved the knife around her and positioned it across the front of her throat.

"Make one more fucking noise you stupid cunt BITCH and I'm going to slit your beautiful throat. Wouldn't that be a fucking shame" I managed this in a voice that I hoped would be unrecognisable to her as the fool of a guy who sat opposite her every day in work.

She was completely still then and nodded her head in agreement. 

"Please don't hurt me, I've got no money and my husband will be back from work in a minute." Her voice quivered slightly as she stuttered out her words. 

Bullsheeeeiit I thought, I know you don't have a husband you stupid whore, everyone in the office knows you're a slutty little single cunt who's fucking asking for a good fuck.

"Well I'd better be as quick as I can raping your pussy, ass and mouth then hadn't I?" I replied, pushing her roughly down onto the bed. 

I kept the cold steel of the knife on her middle back as a reminder to her that it was still there, and spread her legs wide with my other hand. I looked down at the vibrator still rotating inside her pussy and pushed it deeper inside her cunt. She moaned as she felt it pushing against her womb.

"Sorry now aren't you, you greedy bitch for buying such a big fucking vibrator." I pushed hard against it and listened, turned on at her squeals of pain.

I pulled her up to a kneeling position and told her to hold the vibrator between her legs, and she did so obediently. I spread her ass cheeks with my hands, staring at her tight ass hole with lust. I let her sweat for a minute, before plunging my tongue into her ass. I felt her muscles contract with anxiety as my tongue explored the insides of her. I could taste shit on my tongue, which just succeeded in turning me on more, my cock once again throbbing with desire to fuck the slut.

I wanted to scare the bitch a bit, so I casually said to her, 

"I've got HIV you know. WHEN I fuck your ass and pussy, you will probably get it too. If you're lucky you will get 10 years yet". 

She started crying at this point and begging for me not to rape her. "Please don't, I'll do anything, just don't rape me please. I'm a virgin, and haven't had sex before. I'll give you money, anything you want!" She was desperate now, pleading for her life. 

"I want to fuck your ass and pussy. I'm not leaving until I've taken what I want, so just get fucking used to it." 

With that, I removed the sticky vibrator from her pussy, and pushed the head of it against her asshole. Once again her ass tightened as the intruder started banging against it. 

"It's going to happen whether you like it or not, so just relax and it will hurt less. If you're tense it will hurt like hell." Her muscles contracted even tighter. Stupid bitch, she should have just done as she was told. He pushed hard against the vibrator, and with one short stroke, the monster was in. 

She screamed and bucked wildly against the invader inside her velvety soft asshole, trying to remove it. I laughed at her efforts, knowing that I was in full control. 

"Stop fighting and enjoy it you fucking whore" I pushed harder still and the vibrator easily slid 5 inches inside her. She started crying almost hysterically at this point, so I slapped her ass real hard.

"Shut the fuck up bitch or I'm going to fucking kill you!" 

At these words she stopped struggling as much, but continued to sob quietly. Hearing this was making me wild with desire.

I continued pushing the vibrator, forcing it all the way inside her. I took hold of my solid cock, and guided it towards her pussy, she realised what was happening and started wildly trying to get me off her. 

I grabbed her roughly by the hips and plunged my fat 8 inch cock ball deep into her dripping cunt. Her screams and bucking movements were turning me on badly. I then realised that she probably was a virgin, as she was tight. I felt her stiffen up as I entered her, her pussy was gripping my cock as she tensed, heightening the sensations on my cock. I couldn't fucking believe the cock teasing slut was a virgin, I almost felt guilty for raping her, but then I remembered the constant knock backs and teasing from her desk and with grim determination to hurt the bitch, I fucked her violently hard. 

Poor virgin slut being double ended by my cock and her vibrator. I stopped suddenly and pulled back to get a look at the pink pussy. I noticed that she was bleeding and my cock was covered in her blood. "You bleeding everywhere will just make it easier for you to catch HIV, I hope you do, and then you will be stuck with me forever. Who the fuck would want a slutty disease ridden whore like you then?" 

She was hysterical now, trying to get away, so I slapped the bitch hard across her ass to shut her up. I pulled out the vibrator from her shitter and positioned my cock there instead. Violently I started to fuck her virgin ass, pumping in and out, listening to her cry. I pulled it slowly out and watched as the gaping hole started to pucker and close back to a normalish size. I bent my head and pushed my tongue inside before it did, getting a good taste of shit on my tongue. I pulled her hair back hard, and moved her face round so I could see how puffy it was from crying. She didn't look so beautiful now. 

I looked at his huge cock, which was dripping with my pussy juice, virgin blood and oh god, I think that's my shit on his shaft. I'm going to puke if he makes me suck shit off his cock. I had never felt so helpless in all my life, yet as scared and sore as I was, I found myself perversely throbbing between my legs and as he placed his hand on the back of my head, I knew it was coming. 

I forced her head down onto my cock and rammed it between her pouty lips. I knew from her face she wasn't going to try anything stupid, but just in case, I held the knife once again at her throat and quickly she started to suck. I looked into her eyes seeing the terror in them as she reluctantly sucked me off. The cock teasing bitch had probably got many a bloke to this point before blowing them off and leaving them with a stiff prick and nothing to do but wank. Not this time though. I wrapped my arm around her head, keeping it tight against my cock, but able to hold her nose at the same time. I pulled her harder against me, and knew she couldn't breathe; she was literally choking on my girth. I felt her gag, and my cock got warmer suddenly and I knew she was puking. 

"I'm going to pull out, and when I do I want you to lean back and puke on yourself". She nodded wildly and I pulled out and she obliged, puking up water and spittle. 

"That's a good little slut" I forced my way into her mouth again, tilting her head so that she took my cock deep into her throat. Mercilessly I pumped into her, feeling her throat contract as I did. I could feel my balls tighten as my orgasm started. Feverishly I face fucked her and growled as I felt my cum spray down into her stomach. She started to gag, 

"Swallow the lot slut or I'm going to make you feel even worse than you do now." 

I held still for a moment to relish in my orgasm, and then withdrew my limp cock from her mouth. I watched as she struggled to keep my salty hot cum down and eventually when she swallowed, she started to take big gulps of air, trying to keep it all inside her belly. I smiled in satisfaction to myself and watched. I could see her breasts heaving up and down as she breathed, bouncing beautifully in the candlelight. 

"Your turn slut," I said and pointed to the discarded vibrator. 

"Lie back against your pillows and give me a show. I want to see your pussy stretched wide and you fucking yourself. Hard." 

She looked at me tearfully and nodded her head. She crawled to the other end of the bed. Her pussy looked red raw from behind and there were blood stains all over the inside of her thighs. 

I'd obviously fucked it good and hard before. She turned around to face me and spread her legs wide, exposing again her now red pussy to me. She rammed her sore pussy hard with the vibrator, gasping as it pushed its way inside. 

"Rub your little slutty clit while you're doing it. I want you to cum and gush your hot juices all over that vibrator." 

Obediently her other hand reached between her legs and rubbed. I could see that she was wet, as the vibrator was glistening with juice as I glimpsed it coming out of her hole. 

She started to moan softly, the whore bitch was fucking enjoying it. I felt my cock go hard again, shit I was a fucking stud!

Feverishly she hammered away at herself, her moans getting louder as she went on. She didn't look like she was faking either; her sopping pussy gave that away. I walked over to the side of the bed and stared down at her writhing body. I roughly grabbed her breasts and kneaded them between my hands. She was enjoying this and she arched her back upwards, forcing her big bouncy tits into my hands. They felt so soft and slick with perspiration in my hands, I reached down and bit her left nipple with my teeth hard, she bucked wildly as I did, and started screaming breathlessly,




Raped at Home



You enter your darkened home, unaware that someone has gained entry before you. As you take off your coat you strangely begin to feel randy, but you can't explain why. A sudden urge to go to your bedroom to fuck yourself with your favourite toy comes over you.

Once in the bedroom, you decide on a slow strip, teasing yourself as you go. You slip off your blouse, running your hands over your swelling breasts, your nipples harden without being directly touched. You reach behind you and unzip the skirt and watch it slide to the floor. Stepping out of it, you spot the dark stain in your lacey panties. You can't remember being this turned on, ever.

With some haste your release your bra clasp and toss the bra towards the bed, when suddenly you are grabbed from behind. You are forced face down onto the bed. A gruff voice warns you that if you scream or shout you will be seriously harmed. Then one of your stockings is fastened as a blindfold across your eyes.

Suddenly you feel cold steel pressing into your flesh at the waist band of your panties, you feel the right side of your panties go loose, again you feel the cold steel as the left side of your panties is cut The same gruff voice orders you to open your mouth. In panic you instinctively react, your mouth is then stuffed full of what feels like a rag. As the flavour of the dampness evades your senses, you realize that it is your panties.

Your nipples are now so hard they ache and it seems someone has turned on a tap inside your cunt, as your juices run down your leg.

Next powerful hands force your legs apart and rough fingers begin teasing your cunt Soon three fingers are buried in your soaking cunt. Just then a tongue traces small circles on your arse. Heading closer and closer towards your cunt. The fingers withdraw from your clutching pussy and the tongue begins flicking your clit. Soon you are moaning into the panties, Begging to be flicked.

The licking stops and you are turned over, a mouth begins sucking on your hard erect nipple. The mouth on your left nipple begins gently tugging on the hardened flesh. Suddenly the teeth sink sharply into your nipple as it is extended a good half inch from your body. Meanwhile the hand is back stroking your cunt, a hard finger traces a path from your clit to the edge of your anal ring. Once, twice, three times this is repeated, all the time bringing you unwillingly towards a hard climax.

On the four time, the finger flicks your clit, passes over the lips of your cunt Pausing before slipping deep inside your soaking cunt, it is quickly withdran and continues towards your anal ring. When it gets there, you expect like before for it to begin to return towards your clit, but this time it is roughly force passed the sphincter muscle and deep inside your arse. The sudden shock of your first anal penetration and the speed of it causes you to jerk backwards.

The finger slips out of your arse, the extended nipple pings away from the clenched teeth holding it. For a split second the double pain of your arse being penetrated and the searing pain felt in your nipple does strange things to you. It is like a bitter/sweet pain, you feel hurt but excited to the edge of the endurance. Just as you come to terms with this, large rough hands grab your ankles, pull you towards the bottom of the bed before being gripped in one hand and held high.

Wondering what is going to happen next, you try to beg, but all that comes forth is a mumbled gibberish. You try to gather your thoughts, when suddenly the silence is broken by a large W H A C K and a sharp stinging sensation spreads from your arse. Whack, a second blow falls on your other cheek. The gruff voice laughs and says I'll teach you, you bitch. When 1 am playing you will stay still or the worse for you.

Although you still can not see your intruder, you can feel your eyes watering, you have a quick decision to make. Fight and suffer or unwillingly go along with this man and how to survive. You mumble through your panties "do what you want with me but please don't hurt me." The man realizes that you have made an effort and removes the panties from your mouth. You repeat yourself "please I'll do whatever you want of me, but please don't hurt me." Unseen by you the man smiles and says all right bitch, but any more resistance and I will really make you suffer.

He asks you where you keep your sex toys, you hesitate, he slaps your arse harder than before, Whack, the stinging spreads. It seems that there is a direct link from your arse cheeks to your inner cunt walls, as your passion increases with each slap. You tell him that they are in the bedside cabinet. You blush when you suddenly remember that the butt plug your old flat mate left behind was in there.

He spins you round on the bed without releasing your ankles, and you here the cabinet door ping open. You hear rustling and can only imagine that he is inspecting all your sex toys.

The stocking is removed from your eyes and he points at the collection of gadgets beside you on the bed. Picking up a big black prick it is then forced into your mouth.

You are forced to suck it or choke, after what seems like an age, your jaw aches and the prick is slowly withdrawn, then your legs are pinned wide apart, as the prick enters your cunt. As you are strongly fucked, your tits are bouncing up and down. The voice orders you to suck your own nipple.

As he flicks you with the dildo, a finger is pressed against your anal ring, and slowly works its way inside your arse. The stranger laughs as you try to evade the anal entry.

You beg him not to do that, He laughs as he says what are you going to do to stop me. You reply I will do what ever you want me to but not anal pleassssse.

He says to you, well that's rich for a bitch who uses a butt plug up there. You begin to try to explain that the plug was not actually yours. He snaps shut up bitch. He then removes the dildo and picks up the butt plug. Without ceremony he plunges it up your cunt, you wince as the thick bulbous end slams in forcing its way past your cunt entrance. Soon your outer lips are pinned back by the large lip on the bottom of the butt plug.

No sooner had you started to get used to the size intrusion in your cunt then he yanks it out and slowly forces the head against your anal ring. He orders you to push down on it or he will spank you so hard that you will not sit for a month. You reluctantly begin to push down whilst trying to relax your sphincter muscle. You feel a sharp pain and then you hear a slight plop as the head pushes past your anal muscle. Your bowels feel full and distended, you have an overwhelming desire to go for a shit. The stranger before you laughs.

Just then you notice for the first time the man is stark bullock naked and his large prick is rigid and swaying in front of him. He notices what you are looking at, smiles and says "don't worry bitch you will get this soon."

He forces your legs even wider apart, as he kneels between them. He then lowers his large heavy body weight on to you. You feel his cock head nudge the entrance to your cunt and the he suddenly thrust forward in a sharp movement His cock spears your cunt and you feel the pubic hairs against your cunt lips. He slowly begins thrusting in and out, All the time smiling close to your face. As this is happening, his pace speeds up and you feel the tell tale signs of his impending climax. Just before he cums, your own violent orgasm rips through your body.

After he floods your cunt with spunk he orders you to lick his prick clean, and wants you to suck him off again. As the salty tasting penis enters your mouth you begin to gag. Then when he is good and hard again he makes you go on all fours as he flicks you doggie style. By the time he is ready to cum a second time you have had three orgasms already and are begging for him to fill you up.

At this point he withdraws his penis, and in one quick movement yanks out the butt plug before forcing his prick into your gaping anal cavity. For a further twenty minutes he mercilessly pounds his prick up your arse.

Just as he begins to cum he pulls out and shoots all over your arse cheeks. You collapse forward, faint and twenty minutes later you open your eyes to find you are alone. Was it a dream then you feel the cum stains on your arse cheeks and you realize it was fact.



Raped at Home



"Oh FUCK you fucking son of a rapist BITCH! I'm fucking cumming! Harder! Bite harder you mother FUCKER!" 

So surprised was I at her wild reaction, that as I grabbed my cock, I started to spurt with the nastiness of it all, all over her tanned toned stomach and I nearly let fucking go of her nipple. 

I recovered quickly and bit her nipple so hard it broke the skin. She squealed and rammed herself hard a couple more times with the vibrator before going limp on the bed. 

I let go of her breast, watching a little trickle of blood drip down the side of it. I stood up over her and noticed a smile of satisfaction creep across her battered face as she carefully withdrew the 10 incher from her dripping, bloody cunt. I bent over and wiped my cum covered cock all over her bleeding breast. I cupped her breast roughly and pushed it up towards her mouth and watched with satisfaction as she greedily sucked the cum off her own nipple and tit. Fucking horny slutty bitch. I decided that I would finish her off. I held my semi hard cock in my left hand and felt the piss build up inside of my cock waiting to spurt. 

"Open your mouth you fucking dirty nasty cunt" She obediently parted her soft lips and I moved forward, jetting a stream of hot piss directly down her throat. 

She jerked her head in surprise and opened her eyes wide. 

"Swallow my piss you nasty slut. Swallow it down and have a big bellyful of my hot juice" 

She swallowed greedily, as I pissed like I hadn't in a week. Streams of steaming piss were going up her nose, into her eyes and mouth as I pissed for England watching her shake her head to say no more. Fuck that. I bent over further and shoved my cock down her throat, jetting more piss into her stomach. A stomach full of my hot cum and piss would sort the fucking uppity bitch out. She gagged on my cock, but I continued to force myself ball deep into her. 

I finished and withdrew, taking in her beautiful piss soaked body, which was soaking into her bed clothes.

In a final act of humiliation to her, I decided that she was definitely never going to forget this night. I took great delight in thinking about seeing her in work the next day, knowing what the fucking whore had been up to. Maybe I could chat sensitively to her and get her to open up and start talking about her experience. When she's crying on my shoulder and telling me all about that "bad man" who raped her virgin pussy, I would secretly be laughing my ass off, knowing that she would be turned off all men forever, except for me. She would confide in me and fall in love with me, and then I would make her my wife. Fucking slut whore bitch would be my wife, sex toy and plaything forever because she would be too fucked up in the head to leave me for another man. 

When we had kids, our daughters would grow into beautiful young women with tight virgin asses and pussies like their mummy. I would tie you to the bed one night and take one of them in front of you, and re-enact this night, so when I forced you to watch, you would look at me and realise that it was me all along who raped you and humiliated you and left you crying and screaming in a pile of my cum, piss and shit but unable to actually prove it. The final revenge... I could wait a few years, it would be worth it look at the horrified look on your face at the realisation of it all.

As these joyful thoughts entered my head, I stepped out of my boxer shorts and told Maria to lie down flat on her back on the bed. I positioned myself above her head and squatted down facing her feet. "Lick my ass slut and push your tongue deep into my shit hole. I want to feel your tongue in my bowels" Her hands reached up and grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto her face. I sat harder for a minute, making her unable to breathe, and then pulled up so she could tongue fuck me. She moved her head quickly up and down, tonguing my ass deep. She was fucking good at this. 

"Like the taste of my shitter do you Maria? Tastes good doesn't it? Let me show you what that hole is really used for." 

Horrified as she was by the nasty act he was going to commit, she came under realisation that he knew her name. He KNEW HER NAME. This could only mean that he knew her. Wildly she wracked her brains trying to place the voice or the eyes. The eyes. Where had she seen them before? She knew this man well she could feel it.

She came round and looked up to see his asshole start to pucker and stretch. Her stomach turned as the full realisation of what he was going to do hit her. She could see the shit start to come out, oozing from his hole. She could feel the heat from his bowels. He reached under them, balancing himself by pushing his head into the bed, and grabbed her face between his hands and pushed it up to meet his ass hole, guiding her mouth towards the shit now hanging from his ass. She gagged as it hit the inside of her mouth, but determined not to puke, she thought of other thing, such as would she ever see her mother again, or would she ever live to tell the tale. He pushed out a good 8 inches of shit from his ass, straight into her mouth before he stood up. He pulled out her panties from his pocket, wiped the shit off his arse with them, and threw them on the floor. He turned and sat next to her on the bed, and carefully he pushed his scat into her mouth. He was enjoying the disgusted look on her face as she was forced to take it in, knowing that it was joining the piss and cum already in her stomach 

"Swallow it all whore, you need your daily dose of protein to keep that fine body in such hot shape."

Disgusted, she swallowed without chewing, until she had eaten all of his shit. He grinned at her. 

"That's a good girl. Now get up, wash all the bed clothes we have used and anything else I might have touched. Then get yourself into a really hot bath and scrub your pussy and ass red raw. I'll come in and make sure you do a good job." 

He followed her naked ass around whilst she followed his instructions, and then ran a bath. When it was full of bubbles and burning hot, she stepped in, wincing from the pain of the hot water. She sat down and picked up the loofah he handed her and started scrubbing her entire body red raw. 

"Pump your hand in and out of your pussy and shitter. I want to make sure you remove all traces of me from inside you before I leave. You have been a good girl, so I won't kill you this time. But if your naughty next time, and there will be a next time, because I'm going to follow you wherever you go, then I expect your mum will be getting a visit from a couple of sorry faced cops"

She pumped hard at her pussy, ensuring that all traces of me were removed, soaping up her hand real good that when I instructed her to put her fist in, she succeeded on the second try. Her whole hand sliding in and out of her wet pussy was turning both of us on. Next she concentrated on her ass, bending over on all fours and reaching behind with her hand, I handed her her toothbrush and told her to scrub it all out. 

The toothbrush was prickling the insides of her shitter wall, it felt very sexy and she started to feel her clit throbbing with desire. I must be a real dirty worthless slut if I'm enjoying this sordid scene Maria thought to herself as she turned her head and watched his cock grow harder again. Bracing herself for more fucking she tensed up and as she did she started to cum, she leant back and with her free hand desperately rubbed at her clitoris, making herself cum for the second time. 

I couldn't believe what the slut was doing. She obviously wasn't going to be as easy a target as I'd thought. Next time I would really have to scare the crap out of her and just wait for my reward. 

I got into the bath behind her and bent her over so she was holding onto both of the bath taps. 

Furiously I started pumping my cock up her soapy ass again, making her push wildly back against me; again she was rubbing her clit furiously. The knowledge of this sent me over the edge, and I sprayed my hot cum deep into her ass. She came at the same time, and I could feel her cunt and ass muscles clenching my cock in that vice grip, draining it of every last drop.

I slapped her whore ass hard and withdrew my tired cock from her shitter. 

"Soap that hole again cunt. Toothbrush"

She did as she was told, and when I was satisfied she was clean enough, I calmly told her that I was leaving. 

"I enjoyed that. You really are a top class nasty fuck. I can't wait for next time." 

And with that, I turned and calmly strolled out of the bathroom, down the stairs and let myself out of the front door. She heard the bang of the front door. She was in shock. She had just been violently raped and abused and yet she felt exhilarated at the multiple orgasms she had enjoyed. She also had the nagging feeling of knowing who this pervert was. It was all in the eyes, and as she dragged herself up and out of the bath after having decided she wasn't going to humiliate herself any more and ring the police, she vowed to herself that she was going to make whoever the bastard was pay for what he did. No longer an innocent 26 year old beautiful virgin, Maria decided that she was now a woman of the world and she would bounce back.

To be continued



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Raped!...Breeding Time



This is the fifth installment in my series. I'm depending on you dear readers to write and tell me if this series needs to go on or not and I also don't mind hearing your ideas about where it should go. 

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I was so stinking horny when I went to bed that night I couldn't sleep. I lay there in bed running my hands over my swelling belly and couldn't help but be a little jealous of Claire for having Matt's attentions. It wasn't that long ago I hated him for raping his baby into me and now here I was, jealous of him for raping someone else. When I'd finally went to bed, Matt had stayed in the basement room with Claire and told me to go on and get some sleep. 

I decided to get up and go check on Claire downstairs to see how she was doing, and to see if I could have a little quality time with Matt's cock. I put on my robe and slippers and when I went out my door I found Beth in the hallway.

"Where's Claire? She's not in her bed."

The girl looked at me sort of quizzically, knowing and afraid to know the answer to her own question. 

"Beth, she's been downstairs with Matt all night and I was just going to check on her..." I pondered this for a moment and then decided 'what-the-hell'. "...and maybe you could come with me?"

Beth followed me through the house and downstairs to the basement where I told her to be quiet. Matt had let me in on a little secret of his so I turned and caught Beth by the arm.

"Little girl, you're gonna do a little growing up in the next few minutes and I expect you to be silent or I'll slap you so damn silly you won't see straight. You got it?"

My sudden change caught Beth off guard.

"Uh...yeah, no problem."

Next to the bedroom door was another door that I opened and ushered Beth inside, reminding her to be quiet. There were some comfy chairs arranged as if to view a curtained wall and I told Beth to sit in one of them. Then I clicked on the sound system and Beth gave me a wide-eyed stare as we both heard Claire's whimperings coming to us through the speakers.

"What's wrong with Claire?"

I damn near hit Beth and she could see I was pissed at her for making noise.

"Beth, shut up!" It was my harshest whisper. It was also unnecessary once I pulled back the curtain. Matt had built the basement bedroom, playroom, cell...whatever you want to call it, with a one-way mirror on one side with this gallery where he could watch his latest toy in privacy. Now Beth was speechless at the sight and sound of Claire on the bed on her hands and knees with Matt's cock wetly plowing into her from behind. Beth had no clue about the events leading up to this moment and I knew she could only assume that Claire was a willing participant. And right now, Beth was stone silent as she watched her childhood friend surrender her pussy to Matt's ample cock.

I found it hard to pull myself away from the sight of the mating going on only six feet away, but I finally did manage to turn around to sit with Beth. I sat down and looked at the girl and just saw an innocent who was having a million questions answered just by seeing what was happening on the other side of the mirror. I guess I expected Beth to be upset and it was a little surprising when she finally whispered to me.

"Claire's enjoying this, isn't she?"

"I'd say that's pretty obvious. Besides, I know that Matt's really good at this." I patted my belly as I said it and Beth gave a little chuckle.

Then another light went on in Beth's little head.

"You mean he's trying to give her a baby?"

How innocent. How sweet she was.

"Beth, sweetie, that's what fucking is for is for babies. People who fuck and try not to have a child are missing out on Our Heavenly Father's plan for us and then they miss out on all the pleasures of two people being together like He planned. Look at them in there having each other and imagine if they had to stop in the middle of that and get on a condom and then try to feel the way they did before they stopped? It just isn't natural that way."

I kind of said all that on faith, wondering if the Mormon stuff would hit home with Beth. I'd dated a Mormon kid years back and picked up some of the words from him so now I gave it a run at Beth. It wasn't a wasted effort.

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense."

Glassy eyed Beth turned her stare back to Matt and Claire's mating and watched intently for a few moments. 

"So is Claire going to stay with you guys now?" 

This was moving along really fast. I didn't expect Beth to be so receptive to all of this and here she was accepting it all and going right to the heart of the matter. I figured I'd go a step ahead of Beth and see where it went.

"I'd say Claire is gonna want to stay with us especially after she gets pregnant. Beth, let me ask you, have you ever thought about being in a marriage like ours?"

Her little doe eyes were cute.

"Of course I have. We always talked about the old ways at seminary and how the gentiles forced the Church to change its' ways so we could have statehood in Utah. And then we talked about the people who still cling to the old ways and I've wondered about how it must be to be one wife in a group like that."

She stopped talking to watch Matt pull Claire up to his chest. He held her tight with one arm around her waist while caressing her breasts with the other. Claire's back visibly arched to allow Matt's cock deep into her warmth. Erotically, Claire turned her head to kiss Matt and he made an extra effort with his hips to plunge deeply into the girl. Their kiss ended all too soon and then Claire pulled herself from Matt and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs to invite him. He lay down on her and slipped his cock back into her and then continued with a gentle mating of the girl.

Beth's breath was almost ragged from watching the scene of life in front of her innocent eyes. She was aroused and I could see it in her.

"Uh...yeah...like I was saying, I wondered what it would be like."

I took advantage of her innocent arousal and took another step.

"Beth, have you ever had an orgasm?"

She looked at me with searching.

"No."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yeah...why?"

She must've known where I was going with this.

"Beth, I asked you if you trust me? Do you or don't you?"

She swallowed before answering. "Yeah, I do."

"Then I need you to stay quiet and trust me now and you won't regret it, I promise. But just be quiet and trust me, okay?"

She had that same look everyone has the first time they jump out of an airplane.

"Okay."

I stood up from my chair and took her hand and had her stand up, too. 

"Okay, Beth, you just stand here and watch Matt and Claire and think about that being you on that bed in there instead of Claire." 

I got behind Beth and held her close, much the same way Matt had held Claire a few minutes before. She tensed a little.

"Relax, sweetie, this'll be wonderful for you...just trust me." I whspered this into her ear and felt the warmth of my own breath in her hair.

Beth stood still, trusting me, as I undid the tie on her robe and let it fall open. I could feel her heart begin to beat hard as I gently palmed her belly through the nightshirt. I don't know what got into my head, but something made me kiss the nape of her neck and I felt her shudder with a chill. 

"Yessss, that's right."

I wasn't sure if it was Claire or myself who said that. I'm still not sure who said it.

I eased up Beth's nightshirt and felt her warm, taut belly and dared myself to touch her firm little breasts. She didn't budge an inch when I found her pert nipples and fingered them gently. We both watched as Matt pulled back from Claire and then sunk deep into the girl as she mewled her pleasure. My hand slipped into Beth's panties and found her little slit wettened and waiting for it's first attentions. Beth took my wrist and held it tightly as I slipped a finger into her folds.

"Shhh, trust me Beth. Trust me and I'll show you Heaven."

Her grip on my wrist relaxed and became a gentle grasp. Her lithe little body shuddered again as my finger found her pleasure hidden beneath a little hood. She let her head fall back on my shoulder as one of the mysteries of life was revealed to her delicate senses.

Claire and Beth whimpered sighs of joy at the same time and I only wished Matt could know what was happening just steps away from his mating with Claire.

Beth had waitied all her life for sexual pleasure and I was surprised at how readily her body responded to me. Her breath started to become very deep and each exhalation seemed to be a release of sorts to the girl...as if her constrained Mormon life had finally been cast away.

Matt's time of being patient and gentle was clearly over as his tempo of fucking young Claire increased. The wet, slapping sounds of Matt and Claire came through the speakers to mix with the sounds of young Beth feeling the waves of pleasure beginnning to build in her body. I fingered Beth's little clit a little harder and a little faster as the sexual excitement around me became electric. My own arousal built up as I fingered Beth...almost as if I was fucking her myself...and that gave me an idea.

Beth slipped over the edge of pleasure when I turned the direction of my finger and plunged into her sopping wet pussy right up to the knuckle and damn near lifted her up by her pussy.

Matt and Claire became a chorus to Beth's first release with their own mutual orgasm and I gave up my own cry to the night as the thought of Matt's sperm spraying into Claire sent me into my own, sweet, sweet release.

I sat back in the chair and let Beth sit into my lap, her head falling to my shoulder again as she caught her breath. I looked through the mirror and saw the wonderful scene of Matt and Claire in a warm embrace, their naked bodies entwined on the rumpled sheets. Claire's legs were widely spread with Matt's wasted form still between them. I imagined his throbbing cock must still be in her pussy, pulsing its' remaining cream into the lucky girl.

The show ended after a while when Matt spoke to the night:

"I hope you girls enjoyed the show we put on for you. Next time you might want to make sure the speakers in here are shut off. Now go to bed."

He rolled off of Claire and flicked the light on the nightstand sending both rooms into darkness. I took Beth by the hand and led her upstairs to go back to bed finally. I was just about to send her to her room when she spoke up.

"I'd like to sleep with you if that's okay."

I was too exhausted for anything else this evening so I knew it would just be sleep. So I took Beth by the hand and closed my bedroom door behind us. I'd think about the changes in our worlds tomorrow.

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Author's note: I'd had some concern about posting more segments to this story after the news about Elizabeth Smart came out. I'm continuing on with the story due to the ongoing demand I've had, but I'd also like to say that this storyline predates the news about Miss Smart and is in no way related to her ordeal. 



Raped But Yet Enjoyed Later



Hi to all my name is Gayatri Saha and I am from Delhi. I was married to a guy named Nitin and I was completely virgin on my suhaagraat. It was a love marriage. We met in disco's and pubs a couple of times and danced, started dating, fell in love and he proposed me and I agreed.

The simple the story seems to be like ye utni simple hai nahi. I can assure u guys that once you'll read this you all will try to contact me so my email address is gayatri.saha00@gmail.com but please don't ask for any nude photos and phone number in the beginning. And for your assurance I am posting my real story or I should say one story or a small incident of my hunger for sex. And it is all completely true. So without wasting your time let me come to the beginning of the story.

I was married to Nitin Saha on Dec 17, 2008. He is in merchant navy so either he stays home for a long period or goes out on long trips around the world. Readers please don't think that I don't love my husband anymore or he is impotent I still enjoy sex with him as a normal wife should do. But circumstances have changed a bit from my side.

He has a small brother named Ganesh, my devar, he was my first lover of extra marital affair, but that's a different story altogether. So when I was raped I had tasted almost 24 men including my hubby and devar but excluding my DOG. But I am not a whore who does it for money so it was just fantasy that drove me in this ocean of sex. And for you horny people my size is 38c 30 36 sometimes when full of milk I think the size reaches up to 38D so I have to pump out the milk or most of the times ask my devar to suck it out. And I am not fat neither skinny but like a good looking woman in good shape everywhere.

So according to the real story I was coming from a hotel restaurant after meeting my friend who is an air flight steward in Spice Jet Airlines. She had arrived Delhi only for a day. I met with her in the morning had breakfast in the coffee shop and helped her in shopping and came back to hotel and helped her in packing all stuffs. We had an awesome lunch in the lobby restaurant of the same hotel. And we also had a couple of drinks just to enjoy as we met after a long time. We were in complete senses but just a little tipsy. So we called the meeting off as she had her flight in night and she had to sleep. I called a taxi through hotel callers and departed on it but while coming out of the hotel in the lift as well I was feeling a bit of arousing and horny, so I called Ganesh my devar and spoke to him hotly in English so that the driver will not understand. But I was not aware of this that he use to take tourists around Delhi so he knew everything I was talking about. So when we were stuck in a traffic jam at around 1-2 in the noon somehow he messaged his two friends to come and give action to his planning. In between this I was completely unaware of these entire things he has planned as I was indulged in talking to my devar. On the way in some market place he asked me if I wanted something as he is feeling thirsty so he is going to get some water and pack his food. I gave him the permission and asked for a juice bottle and gave him enough money.

After a couple of minutes a man knocked on the window as I opened the window glass he said that by pointing finger towards the taxi driver that he sent this bottle of juice. So I took it. While I was drinking it another man from another side of car opened the door and got inside I prompted that this taxi is hired, now he took out a knife and put it on my throat and asked me to be quiet and unfortunately when I looked towards my phone even the call to devar was disconnected. He snatched the phone and kept it aside. I said that he can keep all the valuable things and he said " Wo to hum le hi lenge tumse". And I started opening my ornaments, rings and bangles and he said "Chup-chap rehna " and I agreed and kept quite and I saw the driver is coming towards the taxi so I thought I'll be safe as the driver will call some help. But I saw he came with another man and sat on the front seat and the driver greeted the guy with knife. I was astonished that what the heck is going on here. I asked driver " Bhaiya kya aap inhe jaante hain". He said "haan behenji mera dost hai ". I said " Inse kahiye ki ye choori hataye mere gale se ", he said " Agar hata diya to aap chilla uthengi ". I understood their plan that they wanted to steal the valuables but I missed the real climax of their plan. He kept on driving the car and in the mean while his co rider started to fill gaanja in a filter paper. They started humming song tunes and suddenly the taxi driver asked me in English " So, mam where shall I drop you today?" I was completely stroked as he said that he said " I am a graduate but just temporarily for my friend I am driving his taxi". He also said that he understood each and every word I was talking with my devar on phone. I started to feel shy as he discussed about my chat with my devar with his friends. But I was not aware that destiny had planned something else for me. So at last they took me to an abandon construction site or area and asked that if I want some more juice and started laughing I could not understand and the person with the knife took away the knife and asked me to relax as they are not going to hurt me. I was relieved they all smoked that joint (gaanja stuffed cigarette ) and asked me told me their name one with the knife and the eldest was Zahirul and the guy who was stuffing the cigarette was a bit ugly named Pawan and the driver's name was Sumit. Now is the point when the story starts.

Now Zahirul asked me to take off my clothes I was shocked and said " Kya keh rahe ho aap". He said " Haan behenji kapde utaro". I said "Nahi mujhe chod do please main shaadi-shuda aurat hoon aur ek bachche ki maa bhi hoon ". Aur main rone lagi aur mere asoon behne lage. Zahirul ne kaha " Chup ho jaao nahi to maaroonga". I kept on crying and he slapped me hard on my face and I was in shock and saw stars but after a few moments I stopped crying and holding my hand in my cheeks bcoz mere gaal garam ho gaye the thappad ki wajah se. He said "Ab agar royi to aur marunga, samjhi bol?" I shaked my head in agreement. He said "chalo ab aaraam se kapde utaro Please bhenji " and started laughing. I folded my hands in front of him and kept begging him to leave me. In the meanwhile Pawan said "Lagta hai ye aise nahi manegi. Zahirul to iske kapde khud utaar de". 

Zahirul: "Haan yaar sahi bol raha hai."

He tried to take of my pallu and reach my blouse. But I tried hard and resisted him at last he took his hands off and tried again with force another tight slap on my face but is didn't let it effect me and kept on resisting. 

Pawan: "Abe phad de na kapde agar utar nahi paa raha to bhai!!!".

And there I started to hear the tearing sound of my clothes. First he took of my pallu and pulled it towards him. Then as the blouse was of a thin material cloth to it started tearing off quickly and then he took the other part of blouse and threw it towards Pawan and he started smelling it. Then Zahirul pulled me with my bra strap and I came along with it. He quickly grabbed by back and opened the hook of bra and gave it to Sumit and Sumit licked it and started touching me. Zahirul started pulling off my saree of my waist along with petticoat. But it was not coming off so easily so Sumit holded my hands and Pawan holded my legs straight and Zahirul undraped the saree by taking out one round at a time. I started crying and I got another slap on face from Pawan. I kept quiet then and Sumit said that he should get the 1st chance as he brought me. They agreed and Sumit came at the back seat. Now I was only in panty and even that was taken off by Sumit.

He tried to kiss me and I as usual resisted. But now he started touching my pussy lips and I felt his fingers on my pussy and I started shivering, he felt my senses and inserted a finger in me I gasped for air and moaned in pain, my pussy was all dry he kept on marauding my pussy with his hard fingers at last when there were no results he started licking me and I was numb and laid in the back seat. He made my pussy wet with his saliva and started tapping hid penis on my flesh. I felt it but didn't respond and tears were flowing down my eyes. Then I felt a pain in my hole as his dick was trying to enter me and as it was all dry he asked Pawan to take out a small hair oil bottle from the dashboard. Pawan handed him the bottle and Sumit applied some oil on his hard penis and some inside my vagina walls. Now he started pushing his dick inside me all this time I was in sense but was in a condition of shock so I was not moving. But finally when his dick entered me I felt a crucial pain and started crying and asked for mercy and screamed in pain. They put a cloth in my mouth so that I cannot scream loud. He started pumping in and out and I started to faint (behosh) and when I got senses he was kissing my breast and was on top of me I got in senses with the droplet of his sweat which dropped on my eye. Other two were still holding me and I tried to free my self but they were holding me much tighter. So now was the time for him to release inside me I said "Please bhaisahab mere andar mat nikalo, please take it out. Main ek shadi-shuda aurat hoon meri shaadi barbaad ho jayegi." And he agreed he took it out and released on my belly. I asked for some water they gave me the juice bottle that I bought and I started drinking it as I was starving for some water. Pawan said now its his turn but Zahirul said "Saale tu to aage baitha hua tha, mehnat to meri lagi hai ise nangaa karne mein. To tujhe chance kaise de doon?" Pawan pleaded to him "Please aap to bade hai mujhse main to chota hoon na please is bachche ki baat is baar maan lo Bhai-jaan." And Zahirul agreed. They all agreed as they have conquered me by fucking me once so they'll do it one by one and the other two will wait outside the taxi.

So now it was Pawan and me inside the taxi and the other two were standing outside under the shed of a tree. In the meanwhile when they were deciding their turn I reached for my saree and tried to cover myself I was weeping and tears were flowing down my cheeks. Now entered Pawan in the taxi he asked if I wanted some more juice or something to drink, I said yes. He shouted at Sumit to bring some cold-drink for me and came inside the taxi again. He started caressing me on my face and I was scared as his hands were very rough like a rough labour. I begged him that not to hurt me and hit me. He agreed and kissed me on forehead. And caressed my cheeks and reached my shoulder and started to pull my saree and I started to cry again. He said "Kuch nahi hoga behen-ji. Agar aap chup nahi hui to mujhe bhi haath chalaana padega." And I became quiet. In the meanwhile when he was caressing me Sumit came and knocked the door to pass in the bottle of drink. And he said to Pawan "Abe chutiye suhaag-raat mana raha hai kya. Jaldi kar Zahirul bhai khade-khade gussa ho rahe hai." And he left Pawan turned towards me and said "Tum iski baat ka bura mat maano, hum aaraam se hi karenge." About which he was true later I enjoyed the session with Pawan even still if he was ugly but I started loving him as a child and that reminded me the story of beauty and the beast.

He gave me the bottle to drink and I drank a few sips. And handed the bottle back to him. He placed the bottle back. And I was ready for his feast of me and I had my eyes closed and was waiting for the pain to happen and him to enter me but I felt something else. He was caressing mi hands, my body, my chest, my belly, thighs, ass, back and pussy with his rough hands. I was getting goose pimples (mean mere rongte khade ho gaye the). I was feeling his rough hands all over my body and he kept on placing kisses on my body parts. I started relaxing and that was the time he started kissing my pussy lips. I felt his rough and dry lips on my pussy lips. I wanted to take my thoughts so that I will not get aroused by his actions but the itch was very erotic. I laid back and closed my eyes and prayed to gods that please end this as soon as possible. But what I found that he came towards my breast and started playing with my nipples and at that very moment I let out a very small moan in my breath. I was feeling very strange that why am I feeling good about it I am getting raped. My inner nymphomaniac and desiring woman woke up and I caught his hair and pulled his head off from my pussy.

He looked at me and started to play with my nipples and areola again and took one hand towards my pussy and roamed around it. He started to blow air on my pussy and I started to leave his hair loose and his face fell on my cunt and he started to lick and kiss it passionately like a candy. Suddenly Sumit came and turned off the AC of the car and said that the battery is getting low and smiled at me and went back. I looked at Pawan and at it was a hot day in open area it started getting hot inside the taxi, I asked Pawan to turn on AC but he said he wants to have me the same way and in sweat. I kind of liked his kinky idea but showed no signs for it and became numb and started resisting him. I don't know on side of my mind I liked what he was doing to me but why on the other end I was resisting him maybe because he was ugly and hand very rough textured skin. But coming back to real part he started to put a finger inside my pussy and I looked at him in shock and he was kissing my belly. My jaw was opened because of maybe pleasure and pain but more of pleasure. He lifted his head and looked at my face and along with that he kept fingering me very slowly and tenderly. The skin of his hands was very rough and hard, I was feeling that some piece of rock has entered inside me. On the other hand he was pressing my ass. I looked deep in his eyes and liked my lips as they were getting dry because of heat and because of heat increasing inside me as well. He saw me doing this and licked my belly-button and smiled at me. I kept on looking at his actions and deep in eyes as if we were talking through eye contact. It was almost like a game in which whosoever blinks their eyes they loose the game. He put his finger more deep inside me and I closed my eyes in ecstasy and moaned by open mouth and when I did that he put his two fingers inside my mouth and I started licking and sucking them. I was feeling the same that something rock hard is inside my mouth and that hard skin of his was the thing that turned me on so much, maybe only god and my soul knows why, but not me.



Raped By A Burglar?



 Fantasy Role Play

Whenever my wife and I make love, she wants me to tie her up, blindfold and gag her as she feels this helps me to cum harder and stronger. (Boy does it ever). However, each time she is tied, gagged and blindfolded, she always manages to escape the knots I have tied (I deliberately tie them loose on purpose). Then, she comments on how she could even escape from a real burglar.

At that point, I mentioned to her that a real burglar would not be so gentle with her and would tie her up, gag and blindfold her in a most uncomfortable manner and where she would not be able to escape. She laughed when I said this, and said that could never happen.

So, in order to prove my point, I decided to teach her a lesson.

One day, when my wife was out side watering, I went into the bedroom and got the things I would need to use as if I was a real burglar.

I hid them under the bed, and then waited for her to come inside and go to our bedroom.

Once inside the bedroom and I heard the door close, I put my plan into motion.

I pulled a black stocking over my face, and entered into the bedroom. I saw my wife lying on the bed resting. Now was my chance.

I quickly jumped on top of her, placed my hand over her mouth and pinned her small body to the bed. I told her to be quiet and not make a sound. I then told her to get up and strip off all of her clothes. She immediately complied with my request. Then, I told her to lie down on her stomach and place her hands behind her back. Reaching under the bed, I pulled out my stuff I had placed there earlier.

I picked up a panty I had taken earlier and an old tie and stuffed the panty in her mouth and then secured it with the tie. Then, I placed the blindfold over her eyes, and also put two cotton balls into her ears. She was now effectively gagged blindfolded and unable to hear. 

She continued to lay there on her stomach, waiting what was to happen next.

Little did she know that I was going to use the one thing she knew that she could never get out of -duct tape.

I reached under the bed and pulled out the roll of duct tape and placed it next to me. I took the roll and pulled out a piece which I used to tie her hands together in an x pattern behind her back. Then, for good measure, I took a strip and placed it over her mouth to hold in the tie and panty gag I had previously used as my gag. 

I then turned her over on her back and where her hands were under her butt.

I removed the blindfold and replaced it with a strip of duct tape.

She started to MMMFFF and squirm so I pinched her nipples and told her to stay still. She complied. 

Knowing that she was now completely helpless and unable to see or hear, I removed my mask. I then began to torture her by slowly licking and sucking her clit, then stopping, and then starting all over again. I did this for about fifteen minutes. During that time, she had numerous orgasms, and was trying to get free (she couldn't). I really got turned on when I heard her moaning through her gag and developed a rock hard erection. I then pushed my dick into her moist pussy and pushed in until I was all of the way in. Even while tied, she raised her hips up to meet my thrusts and had another orgasm. I then pulled out and began to lick and suck her clit again which caused her to have more orgasms and me to get my penis rock hard once again.

I then flipped her over onto her stomach. She knew what was coming next (anal sex) and tried again to get free from her bonds. I then positioned my now hard penis over her puckered hole and then slowly began pushing in. She began to scream as much as she could through her heavily gagged mouth. However, as I continued to push in, her screams turns to deep moans until finally I was all of the way in. I stayed inside of her, not moving, until I felt my hot cum explode inside of her anus. I knew she was enjoying this too, as she pushed up while I was cumming in her rectum.

When my cock became small and slid out, I then slowly and carefully cut away the duct tape which had secured my wife, and then pulled the strips from her mouth and eyes. After taking the strip off of her mouth and taking out the tie, she spit out her soaked panty gag and gave me a long, passionate kiss.

She told me that had always been a fantasy of hers to have a burglar restrain and gag her with duct tape and then have his way with her.

She asked me when we could do it again. "How about right now?

"Let's go," she replied.



Realms of Eden Book 03: Whirlwind



Act 1 - Gathering Darkness

Chapter 1 - Birthday Presents

Sydney's head hurt and turning over to block out the daylight streaming in through the motel window did nothing for the rest of his body either. He groaned loudly and Peter Bond called from the bed beside him, "Not the best this morning big fella!"

"Please Bondy, don't shout," he whispered back, his groans started again as his voice sounded like a boom in his head.

"I think you better get yourself in the shower, sport. You have a jet to catch in about two hours and I don't think a particular birthday girl is going to be impressed if you don't make it back to Brisbane!"

"Oh no!" he groaned but got himself sitting on the edge of his bed as he envied the freshness and liveliness of his team captain as he finished packing his bag.

The man held out his hand to Sydney saying, "See you and Ian in about a month. Don't worry mate we will get them over there!"

Sydney shook the man's hand and using it as a support, stood up. "Yep Bondy I reckon we might, we were close this time," he replied and felt his head clear a bit in the act of standing.

He watched the man walk out the door then he slowly set about getting himself ready for the trip home from Melbourne back to Brisbane. There was a rap on the door as he stood in the bathroom brushing his teeth after his shower and had barely said, "Come in!" when Ian Creighton walked into the room.

"Feeling a little worse for wear I take it Sydney," said the man kindly as he held the door open for a woman to push in a breakfast cart. He thanked her and as she left Sydney saw him pat her surreptitiously on her bottom. He raised his eyebrows but his coach just ignored him as he set about uncovering the plates containing bacon, eggs, sausages and mushrooms. Sydney took a deep whiff and suddenly found himself on his knees beside the toilet as he noisily threw up.

He heard Ian laughing as he closed the door cutting off the noise along with Sydney's cursing of the man's ability to recover so well after the all night drinking session that had followed the team's win yesterday over the Kiwis.

They had lost the series 3 -- 2 but the team celebrated as if they had won it. Peter Bond telling him sometime through the evening that they hadn't won a game against the bastards in the six years he had been captain and now they had won two!

His teammates had kept him supplied with cans of beers all night thanking him for his contribution that was capped off with his second man of the match performance as he'd belted the Kiwi bowlers to all parts of the MCG on a very friendly pitch. Beer was his undoing, anything else he could drink till the cows came home without any noticeable affect on his state of sobriety but beer got him drunk. The tall muscular man surveyed his bloodshot eyes and the rings under them ruefully in the mirror then grinned as a small aqua glow appeared in his eyes and a small voice inside his head asked if he needed some help.

"No thanks Es," he whispered back, "I guess I will take my medicine like a man and remember for next time."

The worry over his little friend's condition was something that had plagued him throughout the tour. Es appeared to be exhausted. It was little wonder, she had not slept for nearly three years and the little bit she did take earlier was not enough. The final clean ups on the Project BF and the stamping out of its attempted revival had seen the little Zygotian using all her powers to keep him, Thelma and Martha alive. While he had recovered well and had been able to play very well in the cricket series just finished, Es had been struggling.

The dark-blue eyes looked back at him from the mirror and he thought hard and long about what he could do for his alien companion. "Es?" he asked softly.

"Yes my lord."

"How long since you have been home?"

"No please Enyalius," the panic in the Zygotian was obvious as she picked up his intentions.

"Why not Es, you have been with me for so damned long? Surely you have someone to go home to, someone who might be missing you perhaps?"

"No, there is no-one!" the answer was too quick and Esmeralda sighed, he would pick up on it and waited.

"Who is she, Es?" the man's mind voice was soft, sympathetic and despite his own sickness she could feel his concern for her.

"My sister Marmess, but she is on assignment for Nugua," Es couldn't keep the longing from her response. Sydney's mind wrapped around her, holding her almost like a mother would hold a child as his internal eyes peered at her with a gentleness that almost made her weep.

"Es you need to be held, loved, comforted by someone who is not going to go insane or die if you touch them with your sexy tail," he said softly.

"Please my lord, don't make me go away from you," now she did cry and Sydney's mental cuddling of her felt wonderful as his warmth increased and his cocoon of love firmed.

Gently Sydney rocked the small form in his cradled mental arms and sang to her. He didn't know what it was that he sang but it came from some memory deep inside his subconscious. It was a sound like nothing he knew he could produce with his vocal chords but as the clicks and tones surrounded the little aqua glow he saw it become softer, fading but not becoming faint. A sigh reached his mind and almost unbelievably a snore, he struggled to stifle his chuckle. He had sung Esmeralda to sleep!

"I will take her now, lord," a voice sounded in his mind, curiously like Esmeralda's but subtly different. A faint magenta glow accompanied the voice, the smell of frangipanis touched his nostrils and soft hands touched his mental cradle.

"Marmess?" he asked.

"Yes lord, Esmeralda's lover, not her sister," the voice held the hint of a little reprimand for the lie her lover had told.

"Do not spank her for the lie, Marmess," Sydney implored, "she has taken on so much and there is a long way for me to go in this journey. She is worried."

"Oh I will spank her lord," the voice was full of mirth at the man's obvious concern, "she loves it!"

Sydney found himself chuckling as the little Zygotian's mind images of his resident in the throes of, what he read quite plainly on her face, ecstasy. "It is something you should remember lord," was the final message as his carefully held bundle disappeared from his mind and a little giggle came back to him as Marmess, holding Esmeralda gently, disappeared into the realms.

Sydney shook his head as he cleaned his mouth out again, he couldn't even remember how he had gotten to bed.

When he emerged from the bathroom Ian was gleefully reading the pages of the newspaper, his breakfast plate empty of all but some sauce. Sydney watched him sip his tea whilst scanning the pages of the paper he had opened on the bed recently occupied by Peter. Pouring a cup of tea he took the lid off his breakfast and felt the bile rising in his throat again.

"Don't smell Sydney, just eat," came the unhelpful advice of his coach, his eyes never leaving the paper.

The dark haired man gave him a glowering look and Ian said, "No good being mad at me young man, it was you that decided to try and drink that bottle of wine from between that buxom lady's tits, not me!" Ian snickered as he heard the bathroom door open again as his young charge once again disappeared.

Finally they were on their way through the once sprawling city, remnants of the older buildings dotting the landscape as the hover taxi followed the old freeway through farms and secluded estates heading towards Tullamarine airport.

Ian had eventually got some toast and juice down the man's gullet before hustling him down to the foyer where the taxis waited. "You know Sydney I think we can beat them over the ditch when we go there in a month. Of course that is if you survive the next week. Goodness knows what Bonnie is going to do with you now that she will be legal tomorrow!"

He was concerned when he saw the man's head drop down and reached over patting the boy on his leg. "What's up mate?"

"I sort of promised that I would behave while we were on this leg of the tour and it seems that I might have broken it," he replied quietly.

Ian sighed and decided to leave it till they got on the hover jet.

They were buckled in and the jet up in the air before Ian relieved him of his worries. "You were so pissed last night," smiled the man, "that you weren't capable of doing much more than opening your mouth and letting the woman pour the wine. Oh yes she wanted you but by the time the boys were chanting 'Fuck fuck fuck' you had passed out! So stop worrying about your promise."

He grinned broadly at the boy before continuing, "I however was not so incapacitated!"

Sydney, lifting his head in relief, saw the older man grinning and suggested, "Room service?"

"Yes Colleen seemed to have a Daddy fixation that I was apparently quite good at satisfying," he said without a hint of embarrassment.

Sydney laughed, "Good for you Ian or should I say 'Daddy'?"

The man nudged his shoulder with his own and just grinned broadly.

Sydney lay his head back on the rest, two worries now out of his mind he looked forward to seeing the beautiful black haired woman. Though his body was very tired, his mind felt surprisingly clear and his internal grin broadened as the promise Bonnie and he had made to each other so long ago was about to be fulfilled. He slept easily and dreamlessly.

Kelsey met them at Brisbane airport, standing beside her hover opposite the arrivals gates. She saw the young man and his mentor pushing the cart containing their bags and the mountain of cricket gear that Sydney insisted on dragging with him.

Of course the media was everywhere and it was almost an hour before she was able to get them into the vehicle. She had already loaded their gear with the help of a very friendly couple of airport staff who shyly asked if she could get Sydney's autograph for them. Using her influence she did better getting the girls' photographs with Australia's latest cricket star as well as his signature across the Australian caps she supplied from one of the boxes in her hover.

Dropping Ian off at his home she reminded him about the birthday party the next day and told him to come around in the early afternoon. He nodded, confirming that he would be there and grabbing his bag waved them off. He watched the hover leave with a little sadness as he had come to enjoy the company of the big lad and the rest of the Australian team. Returning to his bachelor home was going to be a little dull.

He shouldered his bag and entered the house where he suddenly found himself in the arms of Ronnie Kelleher. He spluttered a bit as she kissed him soundly and taking his bag out of his hands directed him to go and relax in the lounge. He had forgotten the arrangements for the woman to come and check his plants and house while the tour continued through the southern and western states. He looked around his neat home noting the healthiness of his plants and wondered what she was doing here.

"Thought you might like a bit of company," said Ronnie as she placed a tea pot and some scones on the coffee table and looked hopefully at him.

Ian was a little concerned. A month ago he had seen Ronnie as possibly being the woman who might have taken him away from bachelorhood. She was a pretty woman, full of smiles and affection. Not only did she have a love of cricket, she knew all of the players, strategies and tactics and could converse about them for hours with him. Preparations for his new role as coach and his worry over Sydney had seen him push her away in order to concentrate. He was surprised that she was here and wondered if the little sick feeling in his stomach was because of guilt over his antics with Colleen last night or whether he was still a little hungover. He decided that he would see where things would lead.

"Yes, yes of course. Sit and tell me what's been happening up here while we've been gallivanting all around the countryside," he replied indicating the lounge chair beside him.

Ronnie Kelleher felt her heart give a little flutter and sat down. The pair spent a delightful few hours swapping tales about the team's travels and games as well as the antics of the women in Sydney's household. Ronnie felt so much at home with the man that she was almost tempted to take her intentions a little further than her original plan but realised that she wasn't quite as ready as she thought. "It was ok to fantasise," she said to herself, "quite another to start living them."

She noted that Ian was beginning to wear down, probably the result of last night's partying she assumed, and stood saying that he looked like he needed to catch up on some rest.

Ian was a little disappointed in her departure but found himself asleep almost as soon as his head hit his pillow on his comfortable bed. His dreams were strangely haunted by the soft features of Sydney's housekeeper.

Kelsey grinned as the hover cruised back to her place and Sydney asked what was up.

"Ian is going to be a little surprised when he walks into his house," she giggled and refused to answer any more of Sydney's queries. "All in good time young man," she said waving away further questions.

Sydney yawned and gave up his questions as the hover slid to a halt in Kel's garage. He reached for his bag and Kelsey stopped him with her hand and said, "I think you need to go and catch up on some sleep. You have a big date tonight and I am sure that someone wants you up and alert!"

The man barely registered her emphasis on the up part and Kel nudged him in the ribs. "OK baby?"

He nodded but was aware that he could barely keep his eyes open.

Kelsey opened her door ran around to his side and helped him out. He leant on her a bit as she guided him into the house depositing him on her bed. She stripped his shoes off, swung his legs up and shook her head, as the man appeared to be fast asleep before she tiptoed back out of the room.

"Must have been some party!" she said to Jo who had watched with amusement as Kel had walked the young man past her on her way to putting him to bed.

Sydney had not even seen her standing there with her hands on her hips and an expectant pout on her lips begging to be kissed. Jo sighed, "Well he better be fit and healthy come this evening or Bonnie is going to give him an absolute shellacking."

"As if she doesn't already!" retorted Kelsey. "Sometimes I think she pushes him a little bit too far."

"That's her job," came Thelma's voice from the doorway.

The two women spun around and rushed to hug the woman as she walked into the kitchen. "When did you get back?" asked Kel kissing her friend's lips.

"Last night but I was so tired I just didn't have the energy to do much more than crash out at my place," she answered.

"Well you look pretty good now," giggled Jo hugging the woman from behind and kissing her neck.

"I might look ok but ladies this Project BF stuff is killing me. But I am here to celebrate a birthday and forget all about it for the rest of the week!" she replied. "So I hope Bonnie leaves a little bit of time for me to play with him because if there is one thing I desperately need it's him to hold me for a little while!"

The woman's voice had almost caught in her throat and Kel saw tears begin in the beautiful green eyes looking back at her. "That bad huh?" she asked and held her friend tightly as she nodded against her shoulder.

Bonnie Gilroy was beside herself with excitement and barely heard anything that the teacher in front of the classroom was saying. When the bell rang Bonnie leapt to her feet heading to the door when she was brought up short by Mrs Kendrick, the school principal.

"Bonnie!" she called bringing the girl to a halt.

What now! the girl thought as she turned to facing the beaming teacher.

"I know, I know you are anxious to get home and see Sydney. He was arriving back today wasn't he?"

Bonnie's eyes glowed and the principal thought, My goodness if this girl doesn't get laid soon she is going to burst!

"Yes Mrs K, he should be back by now. Aunty Kelsey was going to pick him up from the airport this morning."

"Can you give him something from all of us here?" she asked and passed the girl a computer memory card.

"It's got some cheerios from the staff and some of his school mates. Plus there is some information on there that I promised him about some of the other universities. Though goodness knows that he may just be a bit too busy touring to worry about education for the moment," said the woman proudly.

She beckoned Bonnie to walk with her as they made their way along the paths to the exits from the school. The older woman let the girl walk a little distance in front of her between the arranged obstacles that prevented students from running around the paths and noted with amusement that the sun shone straight through Bonnie's skirt revealing the curls of her sex. "Where are your Angel's panties, Bonnie? It's Friday!" the principal gave the girl a light tap on her bottom through her skirt.

"Soaked them already, Mrs K," grinned Bonnie as she looked down at herself and saw the sun adding warmth to her already saturated sex through the thin material of her summer uniform skirt.

Mrs Kendrick couldn't help the smile on her face and with a gentleness that startled Bonnie the woman slipped her arm around her waist and leaned in close to her ear. "It's your birthday tomorrow isn't it?"

Bonnie nodded. Mrs K and her shared the same birthday and the wicked grin from her principal told her that she knew why Bonnie was soaked.

"I remember my twenty-first so clearly, I lost my virginity on the first stroke of midnight!" she giggled and gave the girl's bum a small pat as she walked out the gate towards the woman waving to her from the parking area. "Have fun Bonnie, see you on Monday week!"

Bonnie turned and gave the woman a huge smile before running off towards Jo who was waiting for her. "Where's Aunt Kel?" she asked as she slid into the seat beside Jo.

"She is at home," the nurse answered her softly causing Bonnie to look hard at the woman.

She noted the puffiness of the woman's eyes and in alarm she asked, "Has something happened to Sydney?" The woman shook her head. "Not Jenny!" and again was relieved when the woman shook her head again.

She reached her hand out towards the woman's face and gently stroked her cheek. "So what has got your eyes looking like you've been bawling all afternoon then?"

"Sometimes the world just sucks, Bonnie!" she said after a few moments.

"Let's go get you some party clothes!" she added feigning more joy than she really felt.

"No, Jo, let's go and see Kelsey. Maybe I can help too," she said and the look she gave Jo brooked no argument.

The two arrived back at the Gilroy's house and Bonnie saw Thelma's hover parked out front. "Is Thelma in trouble?" she immediately asked.

When Jo didn't answer she was out of the hover and running to the house bursting through the doorway into the kitchen. Her Aunt sat at the kitchen table talking to Jenny who simply pointed to the bedrooms.

Bonnie started down the short passageway and thought that Kelsey was about to say something when she was shushed by the little girl with a swift toss of her reddish curls. She opened her Aunt's bedroom door and saw Sydney holding a sobbing Thelma in his arms.

She held her breath and saw that Sydney too had tears running down his cheeks as he held the woman tightly. Bonnie back-pedalled and looked aghast at her Aunt and Jo as they stood watching her.

"What happened?" she whispered as she walked back towards them after closing the door.

"As I said baby, sometimes the world sucks," said Jo as she grasped Bonnie's hand and walked her back outside.




Realms of Eden Book 03: Whirlwind



Jenny grabbed her cousin's other hand and solemnly said, "Let's go see the ducks." The two women and the little girl picked up the pail of scraps that sat at the back door along with some bread and walked the short track up to the pond.

Jenny Gilroy was almost in a panic! The little red head was unsure what was going on in the adult world around her. She had scanned Sydney when she had gotten home from school and two things had caused her to almost break down in tears. Es was not with the man on the bed! The man on the bed did not even know who Es was. He was Sydney but not her big playmate, he was the man who came and comforted her in the times when her warrior was away.

She sat and quietly called the ducks in by name and Bonnie was amazed as each one appeared as it was called. The little girl was unusually quiet but still giggled and scolded as the ducks took their titbits and pressed against her looking for more. Old Mary's troop of ducklings shyly accepted very small pieces from Jenny. They still were wary of contact with the big creatures that cast shadows over them at strange times.

The three females sat for a while in silence before Jenny piped up. "The bad mans have really upset Mumma Felma!" It was not strictly true but Jenny's mind associated the evilness of the force behind Project BF with the news that had upset Thelma so badly the day before she had come to Brisbane.

Jenny held onto the one thing that she knew would help her and the wonderful women around her. She looked up at the two girls and gave them a beautiful smile. "Syddy will make her feel better!" she declared. She could sense something moving in the ether around her and there was only one presence that alerted her as strongly as this did. Her smile grew.

Jo snaked her arm around Bonnie's waist and said, "I think he is going to have his work cut out, because there are two more out here that want to be made feel better too!" The two women rested their heads against one another, each heavy hearted as their expectations of a loving week with the man they both missed terribly apparently destined to be postponed over the tragedy that Thelma had been part of.

Jenny giggled loudly, a sound that was so unexpected that it made the two women turn to look at her. They were amazed at the little girl laughing as she was being tickled by Sydney who had approached them and scooped her up without making a sound.

"How's Thelma?" said Bonnie then she looked harder at the man in front of her. His eyes showed no residue of tears nor in fact did he seem that he had been crying at all.

"What!" cried Jo as she saw the look Bonnie was giving Sydney as he continued to fuss with Jenny.

"Sydney can you please explain how you are in two places at once?" Bonnie asked curiously.

Jenny looked from the man to the women and said, "Not Syddy!"

Jo looked at her in confusion. The brown haired nurse was perplexed at what Jenny was talking about. Sydney was with Thelma and unless he could move at the speed of light he was also with them. Jenny shook her head at her and pressed her hand to her mouth to suppress a giggle. She then wriggled to be let down ran over to Jo and let the woman pick her up. "Syddy here, other Syddy with Mumma Felma!" the girl whispered quickly.

Sydney wrapped Bonnie up against him and let his erection press against the girl's stomach as he kissed her lips passionately. Bonnie moaned forgetting everything else and ground her hips against him in response.

Jenny whispered in Jo's ear while the young couple moaned into each other's mouths. "Syddy doesn't know either. Syddy's sort of brother, is here from a long way, away. Don't spoil her present, please?" the little girl's plea caught Jo by surprise.

Nodding towards the house she whispered, "So the man in there with Kelsey and Thelma is really Sydney but he doesn't know how he does it or do I have it wrong?"

Jenny pointed to Sydney's house, "Tell you up there."

Jo turned towards the couple that were still kissing saying, "Still got eight hours to go young lady, cool your jets."

Bonnie and Sydney looked at her and then sighing broke apart and followed her and Jenny back up to Sydney's house.

Jenny sat with Jo after sending Bonnie for a shower and Sydney to his computer room with the memory chip the school principal had given to Bonnie for him.

"Now tell me Jenny," said Jo quietly.

"It is Syddy but older. He can come back but Syddy can't," the little girl said earnestly. Her ancient memories clicked into gear. It was confusing to her but the beautiful woman inside her head carefully explained to her in terms she could grasp.

Jo thought about it then slowly said, "The man that was with Thelma is Sydney from the future who can somehow come back here but Sydney here can't go forward and be him?"

Jenny thought a little and Jo was astonished by how grown up the little girl looked as she sat there. "Sort of," she said eventually, "but with the mind," she added tapping her temple.

"Anyway other Syddy will make Mumma Felma stop crying, will make you and Mummy happy! Syddy here going to make Bonnie really happy!" She giggled hysterically.

"Well I never!" murmured Jo, "I --" and she was interrupted by the naked body of Bonnie standing in front of her with a bottle of hair remover in her hands.

Pointing at her curly pubic region asked, "Stay or go?"

"Stay," said Jenny and Jo together.

"I was sort of hoping you guys would say go. I've been told it feels better when I play with you."

Jo looked up into her face. "You do not want to have a bald and rash covered box if it turns out that the remover is too harsh, honey. Believe me!"

"Anyway," added Jenny, "Syddy likes your fur, it is so soft."

Jo tickled her. "When did he tell you that?"

Jenny smiled and tapped her temple.

"Oh," said Jo and Bonnie together.

The girl bounced back into the shower.

Sydney reviewed the contents of the chip from the school. There were dozens of messages of congratulations and condolences on it from quite a lot of the girls and guys that were his former teammates and classmates. Some of the messages were quite funny and he found himself chuckling over some of the comments that came from the girls that wouldn't know a stump from a protector.

There were some interesting articles from the online media, some action photos and a request to visit the school next week. He put the visit as a reminder in his new electronic work pad that he finally gotten around to getting himself.

Lastly he looked at the information Mrs Kendrick had put together about the universities in Brisbane, Sydney and Melbourne. She had even gone to the trouble of highlighting contacts, course outlines and other benefits that the universities offered. He began reading through them and was lost in this process when Kelsey walked in behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder softly.

He lifted his hand to cover hers and said, "Thank you for putting me to bed Kel, I really was tired."

The woman lay her head on his and told him to think nothing of it. She was just about to thank him for holding on to Thelma when Jenny pulled on her skirt getting her attention and shook her head with a finger to her lips.

She frowned at the little girl in puzzlement as Jo said, "Kel you got a minute?"

Sydney waved her off saying he still had a bit to read and would be out shortly.

Jo pulled her friend out of the room before she could say anymore and said, "I think you better come downstairs, you are going to need a drink."

Thelma chose that moment to walk through the back door her eyes holding a gleam of mischief and she looked surprisingly happy.

Kel did a double-take between Thelma and Jo, finally saying, "What is going on?"

"Come with us," said Thelma as she and Jo escorted the woman through the house and downstairs.

When they were perched on barstools sipping drinks Kelsey asked Thelma when Sydney had left her.

The woman grinned cheekily. "Just after he finished making all the pain go away with that wonderful mouth and cock of his," she breathed.

"How long ago was that?" spat Kelsey upset that the woman had broken their rules about leaving Sydney alone for Bonnie for the next two days.

"Simmer down Kel," said Jo, "Thelma wasn't screwed by our Sydney, she was royally fucked by Sydney's brother!"

Kel's glass dropped from her hand but fortunately a man's hand grabbed it before it hit the ground and placed it on the bar.

"Hello Kel," said the dark haired man, his dark-blue eyes looked into her soul and she felt her pussy gush with liquid.

"You -- You're upstairs reading, no you're not you're older and bigger," the woman stuttered and stammered.

"Oh yes he is definitely bigger," giggled Thelma and Kel looked in shock at the woman beside her.

"Let me see if I can explain this to you," the man said, "T is right I am bigger, I have grown a little bit in the last," and his brow crinkled in thought.

"Twenty years. What should we call you?" said Jenny as she raised her arms to be lifted up by the man.

"Well it is a bit of worry to have the same people all called Sydney, I guess we should shorten it and call me Syd to make a bit of a distinction," the man said as he laughingly pulled the little girl to him,

Her mother was still in shock as she watched the girl and the aura of the woman she was to become settle in the man's lap as he pulled up a bar stool and sat. The womanly aura of her daughter looked extremely comfortable and very much at home as she ran her hand through his dark hair.

"Wine mixer please Jo," Syd said.

The woman was pleased to be given something to do as she was in greater danger of slipping a hand under her short skirt to give herself some relief at the sudden flow of her juices saturating her pink satin panties at the sight of this man.

"All of my favourite women under one roof," he mused as he kissed the little girl's ear in his lap. "Tonight is a special night for those two upstairs," he said after taking a sip of his drink. "I couldn't let you all feel down because of Project BF and ruin it for them."

He looked around their faces with a humorous grin. "So I thought I would come and cheer you all up!"

"But how?" said Kel.

Jo giggled, "I hope in the same way that Thelma was!"

Kel flipped her hand at her. "Yes so do I," and then covered her mouth quickly as she realised what she had said.

Hastily she added, "No that's not what I meant, how are you here and up," she pointed above them, "there at the same time. Aren't there rules about that and time travel," she finished lamely.

The man laughed loudly. "Well there might be if it was time travelling, but this is all about the mind and a little bit of help from some friends in the realms."

He looked at her face then stood letting Jenny down gently and holding Kel's face kissed her hotly. The woman melted and he asked, "Now does that feel like I am here or not?"

Kel lost it as she held on to the man and felt her small orgasm tremble throughout her body. "My goodness you certainly know how to make a woman feel good," she sighed as he continued to hold her.

Jo was bright eyed as she rounded the bar but suddenly found herself dragged back behind it and spun around with his hot lips descending upon hers before she could squeal.

"Oh yes I don't have to walk too many places either," he quipped as he lifted his head from her lips to the surprised faces of the other women.

Jo didn't care as all she felt was the heat from his groin as he pressed it hard against her sodden pussy as she came hard in her panties.

"Until later ladies," Syd said and disappeared.

"Bloody show-off," said Jenny.

Her mother looked at her in surprise. "Jenny you knew all this didn't you?"

"I visit me some times," she answered guiltily, "but Jennifer hasn't got the control that Syd has, so she only stays for a little while."

"Why's that?" asked Thelma signalling Jo for another drink.

"Because -," she stopped. "No I am not allowed to tell you. I don't really understand anyway," she trailed off and Kelsey suspected that her little girl was telling her a fib.

She looked at Thelma and Jo and saw that they too noticed the lie but shook their heads and Jo seemed to signal to let it be.

"Well," said Thelma brightly, "I am certainly in the mood for a party now!"

"Speaking of parties it is a bit too quiet up there!" shrieked Kel and she was away up the stairs as Jo, Thelma and Jenny laughed quietly.

Kel needn't have been too concerned as it turned out. Sydney was still pouring over the information that Mrs Kendrick had supplied him, making notes in a scribble pad as he read. She left him undisturbed and went looking for her niece. She found the girl on Sydney's bed and surprisingly she was sound asleep wrapped up in a light cotton sheet.

A voice breathed at her neck. "Sydney understands her too well, but he is definitely going to pay for that little stunt."

Just as she began to ask what stunt the presence was gone. Shrugging she pondered all that had happened during the day and wandered back downstairs.

Thelma and Jo were playing pool, Jenny was colouring in and a man was pouring her a drink behind the bar. She gratefully accepted it and then asked the question she was going to ask upstairs. "He has trained her mind so well to respond to his that if he suggested she make him bacon and strawberry waffles she wouldn't even think about it. There would only be a question of how high the pile would be."

Jo laughed at this pronouncement. "Surely Kel you have seen how he gets her to calm down and listen to him instead of the rants and raves she used to carry on with a few months ago?"

"I just thought she was growing up a bit," mused Kelsey.

Thelma said, "He mustn't tame her too much though, she is his test! She has to push him to his limits, mentally, physically and emotionally. That, as I said before, is her job!"

Syd laughed out loud saying, "Don't you worry about that T! She is the devil in disguise in spite of her angelic appearance and her blood! And look I am sure that you have all noticed that he calms you all down when you get upset. It is because we are all attuned to one another, Bonnie was going to go nuts waiting for him to pay her more attention. I, or should I say he, knows that if she didn't sleep she would not even make it to dinner!"

The women around him looked at one another with rueful grins, all of them knew how much Bonnie had looked forward to this day as her countdown changed from days to hours. Kelsey caused a great deal of amusement amongst them all as she told them that Bonnie had told her how many minutes were left before she was going to become a total woman.

After several hours of playing pool, relaxing and listening to Syd tell amusing stories, the three women decided that it was time for them to hit the showers and get ready to take the birthday girl out for dinner.

Bonnie sleepily wandered down the stairs as Syd disappeared calling to ask out what was everybody doing.

Sydney appeared immediately behind her and with a wicked grin pinched her bum snatching the sheet from around her leaving her naked at the bottom of the stairs. "You still have six more hours before you can stay in your birthday suit," her Aunt laughingly informed the outraged girl.

Jo suggested that Sydney go and get dolled up then pointed out the dress, wrapped in protective plastic draped across the lounge chair. "Come on Bonnie let's turn you into a princess."

Sydney bounced back up the stairs towards the shower as the three women and Jenny moved up behind him with all of the women giving Bonnie a little pinch and pat as she preceded them back up the stairs.

Thelma eyed the dress as Bonnie slowly turned for the other women to examine it. "Honey if you weren't going to get lucky with his majesty singing in the shower, you could have your pick tonight!" she whistled.

Bonnie grinned at the woman and then glanced back at her bum in the mirror. Jo cackled. "If you ask anyone if your bum looks big in it I am going to smack you!"

Kelsey smiled. "If my bum looked as good as yours I might not have had to wait so long for my dreams," she assured her niece as she fussed with the girl's hair.

Bonnie looked at the women around her taking in their wonderful figures and shining eyes. She felt that she was surrounded by the most stunning models around and subconsciously found herself comparing herself to them, coming up short.

The singing stopped and the women all left the bedroom and nervously waited in the lounge room. Jenny had already been picked up by Ronnie Kelleher, who was quite coy about how her surprise visit with Ian had gone, but did concede that she was sure that he would ask her out soon. Kelsey had given her the news that Anne-Marie was ok despite the broken arm suffered on her last big game fishing trip. Big Suzy and her daughters were looking after her for a few weeks until the arm was healed. Cheekily she had patted Ronnie on the bottom and told her that Anne-Marie's magic massages would be back soon.

Suddenly the hallway door slid open and all of the women sighed as the tall, muscular dark haired man stepped through the doorway dressed elegantly in dark pants, deep red shirt and a casual jacket. His belt and shoes were of a dark grey and completed his appearance.

He stopped in surprise as he saw the women, fixed his eyes firmly on Bonnie's and walked forward to gently kiss her lips. Bonnie felt her heart thumping in her chest as it seemed that Sydney only had eyes for her and the look he was giving her made her feel as if she was the only person in the room.

Kel, Thelma and Jo looked at each other in amazement at the maturity of this man that they all loved as he presented Bonnie with a small package saying softly and huskily, "I know it is early but would you wear my present tonight."

They watched as Bonnie's hands shook as she opened the gold paper carefully before handing it over to Thelma. Unwrapped, she held a blue box that Sydney took gently and opened it facing her. The box contained an exquisite ankle bracelet with several small hearts attached to it and a letter B in the middle of them.

"It's beautiful Sydney," Bonnie breathed throatily.

Sydney dropped to his knees with it while Kel and Jo braced the girl as she daintily lifted her left foot for him to adorn her with the jewellery. He clipped it and smiled as he looked up at her face and then tenderly kissed her kneecap showing through the slit in the silver skirt of the cocktail dress she wore.

"Now now Sydney," admonished Jo, "No peeking!"

Bonnie giggled, "Yes I do have some on!"

The intercom crackled with the sound of the driver of a hired stretch hover informing the party that he was waiting downstairs. Sydney stood and offered his arm to Bonnie and led the way. He helped each of the women into the vehicle and complimented them on their stunning dresses.

"Why thank you young man," said Thelma as she pressed slightly back against him. Wickedly she added, "Very, very well done, your teacher is proud, and no I am not wearing any!"

He gave her a playful swat and stepped into the vehicle to find a space had been left beside Bonnie for him as the women took up the luxurious seats on the other two sides. The driver had been instructed to take the most circuitous and scenic route to the restaurant as the people in the back drank champagne from pink glass flutes. Conversation was light and easy and Bonnie found herself relaxing easily into the mood of the group despite the butterflies that were desperately trying to escape from her stomach.

The restaurant sat on the river overlooking the gardens that took up a great deal of the land that had been previously covered by tall skyscrapers. The skyscrapers had been demolished hundreds of years ago as the business heart of the city had undergone dramatic decline in office requirements as companies moved their operations out into less populated areas. At first this was to present less obvious targets for terrorism but over the past 400 years it was found so much more economical to have workers living in clean surroundings and happy to be in open style aesthetically pleasing buildings than monolithic concrete and glass structures.




Realms of Eden Book 03: Whirlwind



People stared at the four beautiful women and the handsome man as they laughingly made their way across the floor to the enclosed dining area against the rails. There were many smiles from people that knew one or two of the women. Sydney made sure that when he overheard one woman saying to another that the woman in silver was absolutely stunning that Bonnie also heard the comment.

He was pleased to see her slight flush at the compliment. Thelma and Jo fell in love with him all over again as he watched the young man make the woman feel like she was a princess. Jo whispered, "Do you think we should just leave them alone and get out of here?" to her two companions.

Sydney graciously sat each woman starting with Bonnie and as he sat Jo he whispered, "Attempt to leave before we do and I will ensure that Cue Ball does not visit you tonight!" She started at his threat and then saw his wicked smile as he sat between Thelma and Bonnie.

The drinks waiter almost baulked at allowing Bonnie to have anything stronger than juice when she asked for her id and it was produced showing her age to be only 20. Jo Jepson called her over to her and after a quick whispered conversation the matter was promptly resolved. The woman smilingly served the girl her requested Scotch and Cola.

"What did you say to her," asked Sydney amused by the sudden change in attitude.

"I simply told her that as my guest I would take full responsibility," replied Jo.

"That's right this is one of yours isn't it," said Thelma.

Bonnie almost spat her drink out and Sydney pressed a napkin to her lips to catch a few droplets. "One of yours Jo!" she exclaimed. "How many do you own?!"

Jo smiled and replied, "Well counting the six I have in partnership with Kelsey, the four with Thelma I think it is about thirty now!"

Bonnie's eyes were wide as she surveyed the women around her. "My goodness I am surrounded by royalty here!" her tone was most respectful.

Kelsey looked at her in amusement. Lifting her hand for silence from the girl she said, "Well you are entitled to know this as you are almost twenty-one." She paused and looked at the other two women who nodded slightly at her querying glance.

"Bonnie you actually own half a dozen yourself, as well as several manufacturing plants, a transport company and two boutique dress shops," she said brightly.

The girl almost fainted.

"Plus you have shares in eight pubs around Brisbane, three in Sydney, four in Melbourne and a couple in Perth!" she added.

"Don't forget the nightclubs too," added Thelma, "as well as several million dollars' worth of stock, debentures and shares in several stud cattle properties."

Sydney's jaw dropped and Bonnie stared disbelievingly at her Aunt.

"You're kidding me aren't you? No you're not! How -- how did this happen?" she stammered.

"Your Mum and Dad listened when I told them to invest," said Kelsey, "unlike your uncle. Your Mum already had the shares in the stud farms before she married your Dad and was making a packet off the sperm spears. I got her into cryogenics and transport then when your Dad's career took off in mining he took stock options instead of bonuses and the rest they say is history."

Bonnie was tearing up at the memory of her parents and Sydney whispered in her ear.

The girl let the tears flow for a few minutes as Sydney held her then asked Kelsey if she would take her to the powder room to freshen up.

As the women made their way across the floor Jo complimented Sydney on his brilliant job as host for the evening and apologised for him thinking that she didn't want to be around them.

Thelma kissed his ear and said, "Oh and don't get too worried about the talk of wealth around this table, your investment portfolio has quadrupled in the past twelve months. If it keeps up at this rate you will be the richest cricketer to ever play for Australia."

She grinned at his shock rubbing her hand up his thigh saying, "We investors like everything we touch to grow." Her hand came to rest firmly on his cock and she snickered wickedly.

"Stop it Thelma, you tart, you're embarrassing my staff," chuckled Jo as a young girl blushed prettily and asked if they were ready to order. She eyed the hand that Thelma had blatantly been squeezing the man with as Jo suggested she come back shortly as two of the party were absent just now. The girl left, her slightly flushed look turning more towards lust than embarrassment.

Sydney watched her give them a small backward glance as she walked off and Thelma squeezed his cock hard saying, "This has got enough to do tonight young man!"

"Was only looking Thelma," as he then deliberately looked straight down the top of her light green dress that showed ample cleavage as he reached his hand to give her neck a soft rub with the back of his fingers.

"Stop you two," hissed Jo. "I'm wet enough as it is!"

Kelsey and Bonnie returned to the table with Bonnie looking radiant again as Sydney stood to help her sit. Kelsey waved his offer away with a smile and signalled the drinks waiter for a refresh. When the drinks were served she raised her glass. "Ladies to the most wonderful man I think we will ever meet in our lives, Sydney!" The girls toasted him and he protested that there would be others.

Kelsey said, "Shut up. Ladies this wonderful man has just said the most sincere thing to any woman." She looked hard at him and Sydney felt an embarrassing moment coming up.

"He told Bonnie that he would love her if she had nothing, he would love her when she was old and that in between he would love her as much as anyone could and that he hoped that he would somehow always be there for her."

Kelsey's eyes glistened with tears, as did Jo's and Thelma's.

Sydney made the mistake of telling them that that was how he felt about all of them and always would even if they hated him for some of the silly things he did or would do. The whole table was in tears. He found that he just had enough handkerchiefs folded in his pants and jacket pockets and handed them around. The women got up together and went to the powder room as he sipped his drink and thought, Bloody women!

The waitress returned and her eyes looked a little tearful as well and Sydney grasped her hand as he checked her name tag. With a small grin he said, "I am sorry Amanda. I don't have any more handkerchiefs so please don't cry."

The woman giggled and leaning down whispered, "I wish my boyfriend was as thoughtful and considerate." She gave him a small kiss and said she would return when the ladies came back.

Suddenly a man sat opposite him and Sydney stared into his own eyes. "We are good to them I suppose but why is it so hard to be good and make them stop crying all the time. It doesn't get any easier matey, no matter how many times you try to tell them!" the man said exasperated.

"I just wish they would be just a little less sensitive sometimes. It's not like I go out of my way to do it to them. They are just special why can't I just say what I feel and they accept it!" replied Sydney just as exasperated.

"Bloody women!" they both said at the same time and the man disappeared.

The girls returned and all of them waved him back down into his seat as he began to stand.

"Amanda is waiting to take our orders," said Sydney as the women resumed their seats looking as good as when they came in.

The girl reappeared and soon orders of oysters, prawns and calamari were taken as the group relaxed again. Conversation took up on various topics including the wonderful cricket tour that Sydney had just finished.

The food was scrumptious as the party ate heartily with many rude comments made about oysters and calamari rings. Main course was baked coral trout that was delivered to the table whole where it was cut and served by the chef ensuring there were no bones. Sides were many flavours of salads from cool to hot and spicy. The party ate, drank and chatted merrily and thanked the chefs and waitress warmly for the delicious fare.

Kelsey eyed the time and noticed that it was approaching 11:00 pm and suggested that the group head home as she thought that Bonnie would want to be up early tomorrow to get her presents. The others at the table laughed uproariously and Sydney blushed as Bonnie told Kelsey that if she thought she was going to be waiting that long for dessert she had another think coming.

It was a quite happy group that bid farewell to the management and staff once again thanking them for a wonderful time. The ride home was considerably shorter than the one out.

Kelsey hung back a little from the group as they made their way back into Sydney's house. When she felt a warm hand take hers as she contemplated the evening sky she sighed. "Come love, let's leave the youngsters alone and I will walk you home."

She gripped his hand tighter and allowed herself to be led back to her house. Thelma and Jo pleaded early mornings and left the couple at the guest room as they entered it yawning and stretching.

"I guess it is just us then sweetheart," said Sydney as he continued through the kitchen and turned at the entrance to the living room. He appeared to be going to take a seat in one of the lounge chairs.

"Uh huh," whispered Bonnie, "This way!," Grasping his hand she firmly guided him into his bedroom.

He held her close and their kisses became more urgent as she hastily undid his shirt sliding her hands over his chest. She giggled as he reached for the clasp on her dress to remove it and pushed his hands away.

"No baby, you first, got something to show you, later."

With quick movements his shoes, socks and pants were tossed in a pile in the corner of the room and apart from her shoes she stood fully dressed in front of him as he lay in the middle of the bed naked.

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Kelsey writhed under the kisses the dark haired man placed on her breasts and trailed hotly and wetly down her stomach before he softly sucked and nibbled on her thighs tormenting her with his slow movements towards her wet pussy. She grabbed his hair pulling him firmly to where she wanted him and groaned in ecstasy as his hot tongue drilled into her just as hot cavity.

"Oh yes, yes!" she cried as the first of many orgasms wracked her body. "Fuck, fuck!" she screamed as she scissored her legs together over his head as he sucked her clit hard into his mouth.

"Goodness Sydney! Please just hold me!" Inexplicably she started crying and the man quickly raised himself up and crushed the woman into his embrace.

"What's wrong my love?" he asked stroking her hair.

"David filed for divorce this morning," she sobbed and the man held her tightly as she wept against his chest.

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Jo and Thelma embraced on the bed they had joined within the guest room and slept peacefully unaware of anything else except the beat of each other's hearts. Syd checked on them and composing himself quietly on a chair in the room entered their dreams.

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Sydney was keenly watching Bonnie as she stood beside his bed and swiftly undid the clasp of her gorgeous dress at the back of her neck. She held the dress briefly against her and then let it fall down her body revealing her grapefruit sized breasts topped by very hard crinkled nipples that were a dark rosy colour with her excitement.

It was the panties she wore that attracted Sydney's attention. Bonnie seldom wore panties outside of school and to see the dazzling beauty in the silver garment that fit snugly against her wet sex was quite novel. She turned slowly and the back of the panties disappeared into the crevice between her smooth firm cheeks. He raised himself up to watch her finish her turn and she pressed her crotch towards him revealing the words printed on the front of her panties. 'Syddy's Slut' was stitched in black across them.

Sydney raised his eyebrows and was about to protest that she was not a slut when she said, "I only ever want to be that for you, lover!" she cried. "Others may have me but I will only ever be yours truly!"

He pulled her towards him and she sank to the bed quickly straddling his groin pressing down against him. "Syddy please just let me," she moaned and slipping her panties aside captured his hard cock within her wet lips and quickly slid down on him. She groaned in rapture as she felt him fill her, breaking her hymen as she pushed down. Her sex was so wet and hot that she was more than ready for him.

She giggled as the clock on his bed beeped the time and saw that she had beaten her midnight deadline by almost a minute.

"Happy Birthday Bonnie," he said moaning loudly as she began to writhe her hips up and down his hard cock breathing in short sharp breaths as she rode him shamelessly. Shortly she screamed her lungs out as the emotion of the event, her love and her long wait were ended with a rumbling orgasm that shook her whole body.

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Syd heard Bonnie's screams as she came and he smiled in remembrance of the love that he and the woman had made through the rest of the night. She was relentless in feeling him fill her up, in bed, in the shower and even on the floor as she begged him to fuck her senseless in every way. For now he concentrated on the sensual dreams that he was interacting with the two women asleep on the bed in front of him.

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"So has he made any demands?" he asked as he held the woman tightly and felt her nod against his chest.

"He wants Jenny! He is claiming that I am not a fit mother. He also wants Bonnie to come to New Zealand, as his brother's child, saying that he has more claim to being her guardian than I do!"

"On what basis has he made the claim of you being an unfit mother?"

"He say says he has vid recordings of my sexual acts, claiming them to be lewd and a poor example for a young child," the woman wept harder as she explained that she did not how he got the recordings but they included their first time together.

The man stiffened as he fought a rage in his chest that was almost murderous. Briefly he considered his decision not to kill the man in his sleep when he sought the source of Bonnie's nightmares but then he smiled a little. Lifting the weeping woman's head to look into his eyes he softly asked, "Kel do you want to make a new recording of that?"

The woman nodded again. "More than anything, the bastard will not get anything from me!"

He sat up in the bed, pressing her down on her stomach and grinned as Kelsey reached to the controls on the bed head. Several red lights came on around the room indicating cameras being activated.

Soon the man's tongue and fingers had prepared the willing woman and as he slid his cock into her wet anus she groaned in absolute joy.

"My goodness Syddy!" she moaned loudly. "Thelma wasn't wrong! You are at least twice as thick and a fair bit longer than the first time!" He allowed his cock to shrink a little and Kelsey shook her head violently in the negative.

He stopped pressing forward before she reached back with her brightly painted nails and raking his hips said, "I didn't tell you to stop! Please fuck me, fuck me hard!"

He drove his cock forward and she screamed as her juices spurted from her throbbing pussy and saturated the bed. "Oh Goodness Sydney, do me, please fuck my arse hard!" Slowly yet forcefully he began screwing his hips backwards and forwards deeply in and out of her clasping hole.

She moaned, grunted and screamed obscenities as he rode her arse, urging him to fill her with his cum. He jammed his fingers into her molten sex, alongside her own, and rocking with tremendous speed he blasted his seed deep inside her as she screamed herself hoarse.

She lay half over him as he rolled off her and kissed him hotly, urgently whispering, "Thank you, thank you," repeatedly.

She snuggled tightly against him and exclaimed, "Lewd and poor! The prick was never a decent fuck in his entire life!"

Her rage abated she giggled. With a small tilt of her head she said, "I thought I heard Bonnie scream before, so I hope she is happy. Of course he can't take her now that she is twenty-one and honestly I think Sydney would kill him if he tried."

The man smiled and kissed her sweat soaked hair saying, "Yes I believe he would. Fortunately it doesn't come to that!" Before she could ask he disappeared.

Her lethargy from the anger, the lust and the loving she felt from the man made her limbs heavy and she found herself quickly drifting off to sleep.

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Jo was in heaven, her pussy was on fire as she rocked her hips against the big cock invading and stretching her. Her tongue rapidly flicked and teased the clit of the blonde green eyed vixen that was cumming in constantly increasingly loud screams. She felt the man's tongue dance against hers briefly as they worked the woman's sex together.

Finally Thelma rolled away pushing their heads away gently. Holding Jo's hand tightly as the woman opened her mouth to obscenely tell the man above her exactly what she wanted done with the big cock inside her.

Jo's final convulsion of her hips drew the semen from his cock in a rush that caused him to snarl in animalistic pleasure as he filled her pussy to overflowing. The woman thrashed beneath him as he rode his orgasm down, gently thrusting as he drained himself completely inside her.

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Bonnie's mouth was full of Sydney's left testicle as she lovingly sucked it into her mouth as far as she could as Sydney battered her clit with his tongue and teeth. She pulled down on it as she reached her hand up to his dripping cock, firmly tugging his wet hard shaft. Sydney's hips bucked and she released his ball directing his cock to her face and screamed at him to cover her slutty face with his cum. Shortly afterwards he complied and she told him how much she loved him as she rubbed his sensitive cock head through the whitewash and into and out of her mouth.

They rolled off each other and she presented her face to him as he kissed and licked her clean, directing his tongue into her mouth to feed her more of his ejaculate. Her eyes rolled back as she squeezed her nipples and sucked greedily at his tongue as he continued his clean up. Her pussy clamped hard on his fingers that he had left in her just teasing as their breathing settled and slowed.

She sighed as he removed them and snuggling in to him she told him that she loved him so much. Kissing her softly he whispered, "I love you too sweetheart:" He wasn't sure that she heard him as her breathing had slowed and her eyes closed in peaceful sleep.

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Jo held the man above her tightly to her large breasts. "I know this is not really happening Sydney, but oh my fucking goodness this feels so good. I love you I love you I love you." She smiled in her sleep as the man told her that he loved her too as slowly faded from her vision. Jo cuddled softly into Thelma and with a soft kiss the two continued to sleep with no further dreams.

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Sydney sat naked in the kitchen and spoke softly to the man, whom he believed was a mental manifestation of himself on the other side of the table. They were discussing the problem of David. Cue Ball told him that he had to control his temper and not kill the man. Sydney was ready to do exactly that and his future self shook his head firmly. "No! Matey just let him come and try. You will find it easier if you just support the girls, they will handle it far better than you or I.

"Sometimes Sydney, as you well know, force is not always the best answer."

The man smiled. "Anyway it is time you went back to bed and got some sleep. Her birthday has only just started and believe you me she is going to make up for a fair bit of teasing that we have done to her over the past 9 months!" The man faded out.

Sydney shook his head and wondered how he had attracted such an imaginary friend and blamed his overactive imagination. He stood and walked back to his room when a sharp smack found his buttocks. "Does that feel imaginary?" came a voice but there was no-one behind him when he turned around. Rubbing his butt he slid back into bed beside Bonnie and settled down to sleep.




Realms of Eden: Book 5: Hyak Anali



Act 1 - Island Affairs

Chapter 1 - The past catches up

Sydney ran along the compacted sand of the beach lining Mwarotu Bay, the cloaked Majestic sat at anchor in the deep water to his left. The big muscular man with his dark mane of hair with its errant lock across his forehead shook as he ran. The dark-blue eyes were focussed on the sand in front of his feet barely lit by the pale overhead moon. Sydney's enhanced vision made it easy for him to see in the darkness and his feet found solid ground easily as he loped.

Ian and Thelma had chosen the big bay on the relatively unpopulated west coast of the Solomon Islands to allow their leader time to fully recover from his poisoning before he faced the media and hectic schedule of the upcoming cricket tour. The tranquil waters and warm sunshine had done as much for his recovery as the love and attention he had received in the little sick bay on board the big boat.

Running would help improve his fitness and he knew that he still had a little bit of work to do to convince the doctors on board the boat of his total recovery, particularly because of the bulbs, as Alfred called them, of trapped poison that still remained in his body. Not only that, Esmeralda had disappeared and running took away the worry he was feeling about her absence. The Zygotian had resided comfortably in Keith Richardson's body whilst Sydney was totally incapacitated but had only briefly came to him when he finally was allowed out of his bed.

Recalling the strange encounter with his lifetimes friend and protector he puzzled over the things she had told him. "I have to leave you for a while my lord," she had said softly in his mind. The voice was one of sadness and yet at the same time held an excitement that Sydney could not quite fathom. When he pressed her for more information she had been effusively evasive. Talking about how she had great things to do and see. She spoke as if he would know later but for now she was going to keep him in the dark.

It was not only Esmeralda that left. Marmess and Orial also disappeared with her. The three Zygotians were tearful but also happy at the departure at the same time. Their three earthly hosts were all left confused and, Sydney admitted, a little worried. Marmess stroked her large claw over his chest as he stood with the creatures on the aft deck prior to their departure. "We will be back Enyalius. Go do what must be done. Our short absence will hardly be noticed," she had told him. Sydney worried even more as the huge magenta guardian had never called him Enyalius before.

Still they had not offered anymore. The whole crew had stood and watched the magnificent creatures lift from the deck in their gigantic size, spread their wings and arrow into the dawn sky. Keith Richardson and his men had gasped in awed wonder at the sight. None of them had seen the Zygotians in full form before then. "She loves you madly, Syd," the captain had said to him as they strained to watch the figures high in the sky.

"Yes she does, as I love her too, Keith," he had replied.

"Es knows that too, my friend," the big captain said as he turned away and clasped the hand of Anne-Marie who stood waiting beside him. Sydney had watched them go and could see the shared aura around the pair.

"Es you crafty little bitch!" he had uttered under his breath. The grin on his face was with him for the rest of the day.

Now it was the late night, early morning after their departure and Sydney used the time to escape his ever present protectors to push his physical limits. Lying in his bed and talking to everyone was nice and in some ways comforting. But his mind was never quiet as he roamed the realms and talked with the residents there. His body craved physical action but Xavier, Wendy, Jo and even Lex, forbade him to do much more than walk on the decks. The stairs were even out of bounds, taking the lifts between the decks. In the quiet of the hours after midnight he had snuck over the side of the boat and swam to the shore.

His eyes adjusted to the darkened sky where only a pale moon had appeared and so he saw the figures on the beach ahead well before they knew he was there. He paused and stood listening, casting his mind ahead seeking out the thoughts of the six people that appeared to be in a very tight bunch surrounding something in the centre of them.

Suddenly he began to sprint towards the group as he sensed their intentions towards the drugged girl that they crowded around on the dark sand. As he ran his mind travelled the big boat desperately hoping that someone aboard was awake at 3:00 am. Alfred was the only one that sensed him, the cyber doctor never slept as he continued to arrange and categorise his expanding databases of knowledge.

"What is it Sydney?" came his voice as he noted the man's increased heart rate and the pumping of adrenalin into his charge's body. Alfred saw the figures on the beach and the woman that they were now binding to stakes driven into the sand.

"No Sydney! There are too many of them!" he screamed as the man ploughed into the group knocking several of them down in his initial rush. Suddenly the air was rent with sirens and the beach bathed in bright lights as the Majestic uncloaked in a cacophony of sound and light. The unexpected distraction gave Sydney the opportunity to blast his fists and feet into three of the attackers knocking them out cold. Turning to the remainder he saw them look at the big boat then at him before hightailing it into the surrounding thick bushland.

He watched them run before turning to the woman lying on the ground before him noticing that she was unconscious and tightly bound to the stakes with thin rope around her ankles and wrists. Watching the other men carefully he squatted beside the woman feeling for a pulse at her neck. It beat slowly and softly against his fingertips, her skin appeared slightly bluish in colour to his heighten senses. "Poison," said Alfred in his head then added, "Xavier and Wendy are on their way."

One of the men beside the woman stirred. Sydney glanced quickly at him and suggested that Serenity and Lucy might be needed as well. "Already here Sydney," said Serenity quietly as she let her green machine settle beside him with her gun turrets exposed and trained on the men on the beach.

She passed him a wicked looking knife never taking her eyes off the forms in front of her powerful spotlights. "Don't even twitch bastard!" she said as the first man to awaken looked at them with wide eyes. Sydney finished cutting the last of the bonds from the woman's feet as the Go-go mobile gently slid to a halt beside them with Xavier alighting from the vehicle with her medical bag as Wendy cut the motors.

Quickly Xavier examined the patient then groaned in frustration as the woman died in her arms. "Too late!" she cried rocking the woman in her arms softly weeping as she watched the big man above her hang his head in sorrow.

His body moved fast, picking the now fully conscious man up by his lank, filthy black hair screaming into his face. "Why? Why did you kill her?"

The man gibbered in fright and finally stammered out, "Sacrifice!"

"What!" exclaimed Serenity then grabbed Sydney's arm as he drew it back to slam it into the man's face.

"No Sydney!" she shouted, "We won't get any answers if you kill him!"

Sydney's breathing was harsh, his eyes blazing as Serenity used all of her strength to hold his arm down. In the distraction the other two men had fled and Sydney threw the man back to the ground. He had turned to follow them when Jennifer's voice exploded in his mind. "Get out of there now all of you! I am sorry about the woman but get in the Go-go mobile and move it!"

Sydney instantly obeyed, landing in the passenger area of the medic craft alongside Xavier as Wendy gunned the machine up and into the sky. Raising his head a little he saw Serenity's machine slip past then brake, turning sharply to face back down into the water. Wendy and Lucy copied her movements. Sydney gripped the tie down straps tightly as he beheld a horrific sight on the beach that they had just vacated.

Something black crawled up the beach. No, not crawled, it was like the beach was sucked downwards giving the impression of a beast crawling along it. Suddenly a trench opened, a high pitched scream reached his ears as the man they had left behind was suddenly engulfed by the blackness. A red maw opened impossibly wide then shut taking the man and the dead woman with it. Rumbling noises filled his ears and as he watched the beach rippled then stilled. "What the fuck was that?" breathed Wendy in a horrified whisper.

"Deathworm," sent Jennifer, "And it's not the only one around here. Come back aboard people it is the safest place to be at the moment."

"Fuck me Jennifer how the hell did you know that they were there!" cried Serenity as soon as she had alighted from her craft. She ran to her curly haired sister standing at the side of the landing area on the rear deck.

"Let's wait till we are upstairs so we only have to say this once," suggested Sydney forestalling further discussion. The five of them walked further into the deck to the lifts, making their way to the C deck mess area. By now the whole of the crew aboard was awake and congregating in the room.

Ian, Thelma, Ronnie and Lissa were missing, spending some time in Arohane where they were checking out the accommodations for the rest of the team that was due there in a few weeks.

Greg Collins, Martha Ranatui and, surprisingly Big Suzy, had headed back to Townsville to check out developments in Cellarium. With the older amazon saying that she wanted to see what the fuss was all about.

The rest of the group waited to hear Jennifer's answer to the question that Serenity had screamed and was uppermost in all of their minds.

"I didn't until I saw the blue tinge to the skin of the woman," Jennifer replied to Serenity's earlier question.

Turning to Sydney who stood with Wendy she asked, "Are you ok, warrior?" at his nod she turned to her sister.

Sydney sensed that the medical team that were eyeing him intensely were very angry. He held up his hands in surrender before they could start haranguing him for his escape. Indicating Jennifer he motioned for her to continue.

"Serenity do you remember the desert dwellers of Hyak Anali?"

The petite woman nodded slowly. "They lived in the high cliffs above the desert near what is now called the Black Sea. Why?"

"They lived in the cliffs because the Deathworms controlled the deserts and anyone who was caught out in the open was devoured if they couldn't find water to hide in. They used to perform sacrifices to the worms thinking that they were gods. Young girls were chosen, poisoned and left staked out on the sands, thinking that if they appeased the gods that it would allow them to travel safely on their trade missions."

"Why not cattle or goats?" asked Wendy.

Sydney sighed. "Because cattle and goats were more valuable than an unwanted female that cost money to clothe, feed and eventually provide a dowry for!" he answered.

"What I want to know," said Alfred from the computer monitor hanging on the wall overlooking the tables, "is what the practices of a tribe that has been gone from this planet for over 4,000 years has got to do with what happened tonight?"

Paul Keane shook his head. "I think, Alfred, the question is how the fucking hell did those monsters get from the Black Sea to the Solomon's? Thousands of kilometres apart!"

There appeared to be no immediate answers and the group looked to Jennifer. A male voice whispered in the beautiful woman's mind. "The answers are in the past. Go! Seek them."

The woman's eyes softened as she looked at her worried people. Her mind reaching out to all of them calming their nervousness and assuring them that on board the boat was the safest place they could be. The voice continued, "Take them back to where this started. Someone, or something brought them here. The answers are with the Hyak Anali."

Some of them looked sleepy, others bright eyed and some, like Sydney, were restless. As if they wanted to carry out some sort of activity or planning but didn't know what it was that they should be doing. Gently she prompted them to sit and relax. "That's it," soothed the voice in her mind. "Take them back and make sure that it cannot happen now. It is too dangerous to wait!"

With gentle gestures she let her hands wander in patterns in front of her. Murmurs of surprise, that she gently hushed, came from the people around her as they watched her body glow a soft mauve before it expanded out suddenly engulfing them all in a bright blinding flash. The voice in her mind gave a small sigh before it finished. "Thank you Mollenny," it said and Jennifer puzzled that it seemed to be very relieved that she had carried out his request.

"Where, and more importantly, when, are we Jennifer?" asked Alfred. The man suddenly yipped as he found himself standing, naked, in front of the crew who stared at him in amazement.

"Jennifer please, put me back!" cried the man as he looked at the grinning woman who appraised him from his bare feet to the anguished look on his face. A face that contained soft green eyes of a shade that reflected the green of his cyber image. Alfred stood around 1.8 metres in his bare feet. He was stockily built and his skin was the colour a light tan as he stood under the bright lights of the dining room. Wavy brown hair fell to just over his ears and half way down his neck. His chest and back were free of hair and Serenity eyed the taught muscles in his back and down his tight looking buttocks. She moved closer to the man who continued to plead for Jennifer to return him to his cyber world.

Serenity walked around the new addition to their crew. Letting her fingers reach out to gently touch the body before her, assuring her eyes that it was a solid representation and not a hologram as many suspected. Alfred shivered, an involuntary response, as the warm fingers of the woman sent sensations throughout his nervous system that he had never experienced before in his long years in his solitary, well mostly solitary, cyber world.

Giggling from some of the women in front of him confused him, his expression telling them that he did not see what was so funny until Wendy appeared in front of his face and looked downwards. Following her gaze he was surprised when he saw his erection standing proudly out from his body as his synapses connected the reaction to the tender stroking of Serenity's fingers across his body. "Sorry," he whispered huskily.

Wendy stopped anything further from his mouth with a soft finger. "Nothing at all to be sorry about with that doctor," she said huskily. He heard murmured agreement from Lucy, Penny and Bonnie as they surrounded him closing off his view of the rest of the crew.

"I think I have found my fourth," whispered Bonnie softly. "If you will have me Alfred," she added with a wistful tone.

"Ladies, back away please," said Xavier, "Shoo! Shoo!" Her hands waving them back from the confused and overwhelmed man as he tried to look anywhere but at the beautiful women he knew so intimately but had never had. He found that his body was responding to the implied looks in the women's eyes in a rather lusty and, he noted, wonderfully warm way.

Xavier passed him some shorts and a T-shirt that he quickly donned as she helped. Standing in front of her he lost his heart as the woman's grey eyes gazed into his. Without any further thought he leaned towards her finding her lips with his softly. "I have always wondered what it would be like to kiss someone that you loved," he whispered just as she met his hotly. His hands automatically found themselves around the woman's waist as she pulled him a little closer into her curves, her own arms reaching around his neck as the kiss grew sweeter and longer.

Heat roiled through Alfred's mind, the softness of Xavier's breasts against his chest and the pleasant sensation of his erection against her crotch almost caused him to forget to breathe. "Shall we adjourn to somewhere quieter?" asked Xavier softly in his ear. She totally forgot the people around her watching incredulously as the pair melded so sexily in front of them. The pair vanished.

Jennifer held her hands up for calm, though calm was not exactly how she was feeling at the disappearance of the doctor and the man she had drawn out from his cyber world.

"What the fuck!" cursed Sydney then he began to chuckle. "Ok folks," he said loudly causing all eyes to turn towards him as he continued to grin broadly. "No cause for alarm, though I think Xa and Alfred just gave themselves a bit of a shock. However, they are fine. Please just let them be for a little while."

He turned back to Jennifer saying, "You haven't answered Alfred's question Jennifer. Where are we?"

The curly haired woman was lost. Her initial thoughts a jumble as she had witnessed the scene that played out before her and now her warrior was asking something that she found too hard to understand. The love that hit her so powerfully from the vanished duo was palpable to her senses. Her mind was ablaze as she searched frantically for them until Sydney appeared in her mind saying, "Jennifer, let them be, please!"

Her curls shook as she tried to let it go. Her mind screamed at her in a dark purple haze as she tried so hard to focus on the man in front of her and with a gasp of shock she also disappeared.

Serenity looked at the space where her sister had been. Focussing her eyes to Sydney and Kelsey standing in shocked disbelief, their faces not truly registering the disappearance of the woman who had brought them to a time 5,000 years before theirs.

She gulped and said quietly, "We are in the past. A long way into it. This is the time of the Hyak Anali and the last time I had anything to do with them I was their Goddess!"

Xavier Masterton's body sang. The man holding her so closely was the centre of her world as they spun, twisted and floated in a world of colours and warmth. She had managed to keep a hold of him when she felt her body atomise, exploding in a shower of colour and emotion as he kissed her softly. His tongue dancing across hers as she let the sensations that filled her in every place that he touched her, searing her body as if she was impaled upon hot coals.

Breathing harshly, her nipples so hard as her pussy clamped hard inside as if it was orgasming upon the most wonderful dick she had every felt. Strangely nothing filled her, she felt nothing between her legs, yet her mind registered a hardness inside her that could not quite reconcile with what her body said was happening.

Alfred breathed into her mouth, his warm exhalation giving her much needed oxygen. Sucking greedily at his lips she felt a solidness against her back as they found a surface that her mind craved to focus the thrusting her body was carrying out. Screaming out in ecstatic joy she came, hard! Heart thumping in her chest as slowly she felt the world come back into focus as the man above her stared intently into her eyes told her that he loved her.

Jennifer knelt before the tall bronzed female standing before her. Eyes shining wetly she stared at the flat stomach, firm taut thighs and, lifting her eyes upwards, the heaving breasts of Janine, her lover and best friend.

Sydney's mind was in shock! Jennifer's thoughts came crashing in on him, as through her mind link he saw the beautiful girl that he had saved so long ago reach down for his queen. Softly Janine lifted Jennifer's chin and said, "My love you have come back to me at last!"

Keith Richardson was in a slight panic. Not only did he not believe what his eyes had seen, his lungs told him that the air he was breathing was different to what he had been used to for the past fifty years. He was almost dizzy at the amount of oxygen his lungs inhaled and looking around the group surrounding him he realised that he was not the only one. "People!" he yelled, gasping, "Sit down, take slow breaths!" Following his own advice he sat in the chair nearest him and controlled his beating heart with long slow breaths.




Realms of Eden: Book 5: Hyak Anali



Light headedly he called to his men. "Jonesy, Donno, Simon breathe slowly!" Anne-Marie obeyed instantly, her mind reacting to the instructions automatically as the man who had spent more time in her bed than anyone else of late commanded her.

Paul noted her reactions and smiled as he too sat quietly letting his body relax and adjust to the atmosphere of a purer world.

Soon a much calmer and very quiet group sat at the tables throughout the dining room. Smiling as they smelt the heavy salt in the air and the very tangible quality of an ancient world. Finally Sydney stood upright, his body adjusting faster than anyone else's. He walked the few paces to the railing and looked outwards seeing the brightly lit sands of a far different coastline to the one that had been present yesterday. He couldn't help himself as he called back into the room, "Guess we are not in Kansas anymore Toto!"

Keith Richardson, Kelsey and Serenity soon joined him on the railing as they looked towards an alien landscape of sand, cliffs and an almost dark-blue water-scape that appeared lifeless and forbidding until a voice hailed them from a small straw built coracle. "My goodness, what the fuck are you lot doing here!"

Chapter 2 - Of Gods and Goddesses

Jebidiah saw the form of his daughter lying in the arms of Janine, one of the wonderful girls that Sydney had let him have to populate his realm. Quickly he realised that something else had gone wrong with his planning for her, Serenity and Enyalius to bring the earth planet to the Eden it should have stayed a million years ago.

"Why is it so hard!" he cried to himself then looked away quickly as the kiss that Janine gave his daughter caused the air around them to shimmer and buckle with its heat and intensity. I really must fix that! he thought. Whoever told me that having an atmosphere that reflected the emotions of the beings that were within it never felt lust like that!

One part of his mind suddenly felt sorry for Enyalius as the other side reflected that Janine and Jennifer were perfect together. "What has she done now?" he said to himself as he rushed back to his tower to access his portal.

He was distracted in his headlong rush to the glassy surface that roiled on the cylindrical column. It was an opening that the realm council had allowed him to maintain for his observation of the planet called Earth. His distraction was caused by a couple engaged in extremely acrobatic and noisy sexual activity across the plush rugs covering his deep blue marbled tiles. "Xavier!" he cried, astonished as one of his favourite women in Sydney's harem screamed in orgasmic delight as she frantically bucked her hips against a stocky thickset man who looked vaguely familiar.

Her screams of "Alfred" caused him to re-assess his first views of the man, who admittedly was only showing his back and bouncing arse to him, from a casual glance to a full examination. "Oh my goodness!" he breathed, "Jennifer you have been a very bad girl!"

Dismissing the rutting couple he quickly looked for the rest of his family. He called them family but only two of the group were his daughters, the rest he had played with and known for more years than he could remember in one guise or another. His family carried out his plans and, he fleetingly thought, his dreams.

Accessing his portal he reviewed the last couple of hours of the crew's activities. Smiling he pushed against the barrier that had been constructed by Jove and Bacchus, finding it almost non-existent. He sent his spectral entity back into the distant past of the planet he monitored so carefully.

So now he sat in a small craft, fishing, in the waters of an inland sea. A body of water that would be called the Black Sea when the geographical changes from volcanic activity eventually salted the water beyond what could comfortably live in it. Looking up into the astonished faces of Sydney, Kelsey, Serenity and Keith he asked them what the fuck they were doing there.

Serenity looked at the figure in the small boat and giggled. Keith and Kelsey looked back at her their eyebrows raised in consternation as Sydney ran for the steps leading down to the lower deck. They turned their attention back to him as he reached out a muscular arm and grasped the man, though he seemed to be very small to be called that, and dragged him out of the craft and on-board the gigantic boat. His voice seemed incredulous as he said, "I might ask what the fuck you are doing here, Jebidiah!"

"Serenity is the Goddess of this time," replied the small man. Turning to the others gathering around him with cool aloofness saying, "And, as usual, the people spend more time fucking than getting anything else done!"

Lucy stood beside Sydney her crossbow levelled at the small figure in front of her then she relaxed as an ancient memory recognised the man as her mouth widened in a grin. "Welcome aboard Jebidiah," she said. The giantess turned to the rest of the crew adding, "This is the man who told me that one day I would be his wife and have lots of his children. How such an itty bitty man is even going to be able to hold me let alone bed me has always made me laugh!"

Sydney looked at Lucy then back at Jebidiah and he grinned as he saw the little man in front of him blush. He also noted how Jebidiah's eyes blazed as he watched the amazon's body move, stowing her crossbow behind her back and opening her arms to him in welcome. Don't take her away from us yet, Jebidiah, he sent to the realm master's mind, I am not sure what we are dealing with yet and Jennifer has disappeared.

Jebidiah looked back at him giving him a soft smile. Sending to the worried man's mind, Jennifer is fine Enyalius she just needs a little time to understand where her heart is at. And as far as Lucinda is concerned I will wait for her as long as it takes. Sydney acknowledged his message with a slight nod.

"So father," said Serenity coolly, "have you come to watch me screw up with the Hyak Anali again or have you actually got something to help us with this time?"

Jebidiah bowed low to his daughter then raised his head to her. "Serenity you never screwed up with the Hyak Anali. You were trying to bring about a change that was a few thousand years too early! If it was not for..." and he stopped looking around the wide eyed group watching them. He changed whatever he was going to add to, "Well you know what I mean."

Serenity grinned. Her love for her father evident on her face. As the other members of the crew sighed she gathered him up in her arms and kissed him fiercely on the lips saying, "You never told me I did good!"

Jebidiah wiggled in her arms then decided that he needed to change how he looked. No good being carried around like a doll! he thought crossly as he allowed his small stature to expand until he stood before them as the god Apollo that had been his normal guise on this planet on and off for several thousand years.

"Now that is a man that could make my legs spread wide open!" exclaimed Lucy as she took in the tanned shirtless body that now stood before her.

Kelsey Gilroy gave a small squeal and lifting her hand pointed to Jebidiah. "That is the man that swept me off my feet, and onto my back, night after night in my dreams just before I fell pregnant with Jennifer. I remember it so clearly because you look a hell of a lot like what I thought Sydney would look like if I had been able to look after him instead of that witch of a mother of his!"

Jebidiah blushed and looked at Sydney then back to Kelsey. The others on board compared the two men and indeed they could have passed as brothers. Sydney stood a little taller and his body had the muscles and obvious strength whereas Jebidiah's new form appeared a little softer, certainly very handsome but lacked any of the warlike characteristics of their leader.

"Jebidiah do you want to tell her or shall I?" said Sydney grinning as he clicked several things into place in his mind regarding his lover, his queen and himself.

Suddenly there was more. Images in his mind showing David Gilroy waving goodbye saying that he would be back in a few days, a week at most, then he wasn't. He was standing with his wife watching Sydney run down the track on his way to school. Shaking his head he turned to the couple. "How long did you stay with Kelsey as David, Jebidiah?"

"About two years," came the soft reply, "long enough to ensure that Mollenny was born and that the real David didn't kill her when I let him return from the realms."

Kelsey ran from the room, her footsteps pounding on the stairway as she fled to her cabin.

Serenity turned to follow her but Sydney blocked her path. "Leave her Serenity. Kelsey needs to sort some things out in her heart and her head. It seems that some of the women in my life need to find out who they truly love.

"I think that the harem may be losing a few numbers and at this rate I may just end up a lonely old man."

"Never!" was the fierce whisper from the woman echoed by Bonnie, Penny and Jo as they stood beside him.

He shook his head smiling, "Bloody women!"

"Um Jebidiah?" asked Sydney quizzically and the man turned towards his voice.

"Yes, Enyalius," he replied.

Sydney gestured towards Lucy and Anne-Marie. "Do I have to?" asked the realm master perturbed that Sydney wanted him to reveal all of his identities.

"I think you should, sir," replied Sydney with a grin.

The realm master's form changed subtly and Anne-Marie stifled a gasp. "You are Kieran?" she asked in amazement. Lucy found herself giggling hysterically. Jo looked at her sometime pilot and assistant chef questioningly.

"This is the man that splinted my broken arm when the fish got me. He is the captain of the fishing boat me, Lucy and Lissa go out on!" the dark haired woman cried.

"And teases me with dirty jokes and promises of a good time if I wanted to come out on my own some days," added Lucy as she gave the man in front of her a healthy look of lust.

Jo whispered in Anne-Marie's ear. The woman nodded rapidly. "So Jebidiah, you like us a lot huh?" Jo asked as she grinned at the realm master who had reverted to his Apollo form.

"I think of you all as my family," the man replied, his face colouring a little as Anne-Marie gave him a wink.

"Maybe we should call you Daddy as well," giggled Wendy. "Though I think Mummy is a bit pissed with you at the moment," she added a little more seriously.

Jebidiah shrugged his shoulders before saying, "I cannot help myself sometimes. Ask Serenity, she knows how much I can be a bit of an old worrier at times.

"Speaking of which. Serenity," called her father, "I think it is time you and I went to visit your goddess self and see what we can do about these awful pets of Elam's and make sure the fucking things don't turn up in your present!"

Serenity nodded agreement. Holding out her hand to the transformed realm master, who clasped it gently, then they too vanished. The room was agog and Sydney saw that the whole ridiculous situation and the vanishing of people at a rapid rate was making people very nervous. Suggesting that they all sit he told them that he would try to see if he could answer their questions and help them make some sense of it all.

Anne-Marie, Ben and Simon began breakfast. The two military men were quite adept in the kitchen the crew had discovered when Big Suzy had declared that she was having a holiday for a few days and the boys had joyfully taken on her role.

Laughingly she had rewarded them with an afternoon of shared passion that had left the two men with smiles on their faces for several days afterwards. Simon had lost his heart, again, as the big amazon had done things to his cock with her long tongue that he would remember for all of his life.

Soon steaming platters of eggs, bacon and sausages adorned the tables as the fourteen remaining crew members sipped tea, coffee and juices and ate heartily. Sydney had told them to eat first before he brought them up to date. In reality he needed the time to sort out everything that had happened in the hours since the attack on the beach so that he could actually make sense of it himself.

Jebidiah and Serenity re-appeared in the bedroom of the Goddess Siti as she lay naked upon her large sleeping platform. Thighs wide spread as a short dark man vigorously humped his impressively sized cock in and out of her wet pussy.

"Ska Wahli, rasi, rasi!" screamed the woman her nails clawing at the man's rump as she urged him deeper into her body.

"Siti, ja mestic!" said the dark man suddenly pulling out of the woman's clutches. Grabbing his cock his hands quickly pumped it spurting his semen over the heaving woman's stomach and breasts.

The Goddess giggled as she watched the sperm hit her nipples then pulled the man up her wet slippery body to capture the still dripping fluids from its source. As the man's eyes half closed his Goddess swallowed his manhood.

"I remember this!" Serenity whispered to her father. They remained hidden in the shadows formed by the flaming torches that lit up the room.

"Wahli and his two brothers were such entertainment! Oh my goodness there were days when I couldn't get off that bed when they had finished with me!" the petite woman breathed. Her remembered excitement plainly obvious in her eyes.

"Serenity concentrate! We are not here for you to retrieve old boyfriends, we are here to find out when and how those damned worms appeared. You obviously don't remember them in this time period, so why did Jennifer bring you here?" said Jebidiah testily.

"Fucks me," said Serenity watching her other self kiss the man's cock in thanks then bid him farewell.

They waited until the man had left the chamber before they revealed themselves to the unsurprised goddess who remained on her bed naked. "Hello Father, sister," she smiled as they approached, "are the realms so boring that you have to come and spy on me for some excitement?"

"No sweetheart," said Jebidiah giving his daughter a kiss on the forehead. Waving his hand he dressed her in a soft gown of diaphanous material that covered just low enough on her thighs to hide the soft curls on his daughter's sex.

"Spoilsport," muttered Siti and Serenity together.

Siti fixed her other self a hot stare and mouthed, "Later."

Jebidiah ignored their looks, the pair were only going to ignore him if he forbade sexual contact. For now he wasn't concerned about their lusty appetites but more about the reasons that Jennifer had brought them to this time and he hoped his daughter would be able to give them some clue.

"Siti why would Mollenny bring us here to find out about the Deathworms when quite obviously they don't exist now?" he asked.

"Deathworms?" the woman asked puzzled.

Serenity linked her mind to her sister self and passed the information over, as well as a lot of other images of the past few years culminating in the attack on the beach and the events of the morning.

"Enyalius is with you!" screamed Siti and promptly disappeared.

Sydney, with the aid of Alfred's computer self, tried to explain the period that they found themselves in.

The presence of Alfred as a computer and now as a corporeal body was of no surprise to Penny Rogers. Patiently she explained it to the crew using the examples of how computer programs copy themselves and run on many systems at the same time. "Sometimes we must seem like the dumbest bastards on the planet!" said Wilbur Donnelly. "We all know that Alfred can be in a hundred places at once and just because we see a big dick flop out in front of us we all seem to forget everything," he added chuckling.

"Dicks tend to do that to me, a lot," smirked Bonnie joining in his laughter.

Sydney laughed with them and asked Alfred to show the planet as it was 5,000 years before. Soon maps of the region adorned screens across the room and then zoomed into the area of the Black Sea. "I can't give you a satellite picture of the place," bemoaned Alfred, "because there is nothing in space in this time. That's why I asked Jennifer when we were because I was suddenly blind and all of my links to the outside world disappeared. I am the most electronically advanced entity on this planet and I am stuck on a boat in the middle of the water with nowhere for me to go."

"So what are we going to do while we are here, Sir?" asked Simon Kinsdale.

"We wait until Jebidiah and Serenity return," said Sydney.

He saw the faces around him fall. Alfred said, "Well you can't all just suddenly traipse off around the countryside on the rides, especially not dressed as you are! The population here is sparse. There are estimates that only several hundred thousand people live in this whole Mediterranean area and in the main they are dark skinned, black haired, brown eyed and not much higher than 150 centimetres. Suddenly having fair skinned giants like you lot appearing amongst the population is likely to cause a riot, or create gods that history never recorded."

Alfred saw a few grins at that and he pressed on. "Lex, tell me how many diseases have been wiped out in the past 1,000 years or so because of immunisations and drug control?"

The big nurse frowned, "Hundreds I suppose, why?"

"Because if any of you go out there and run into the natives you are quite likely to either spread a disease that they have no immunity to and quite likely wipe them out. Or you will catch something that we no longer immunise for because it doesn't cause a threat anymore.

"The Majestic has a good sick bay but I don't think there are drugs in there to combat Bubonic plague, typhus, cholera and other nasties. Similarly should you get past that and happen to find some willing partners then ladies you may just find yourself carrying a 5,000 year old baby or causing pregnancies among the women. Fair skinned long limbed homo sapiens appearing now might just ruffle a few feathers in the modern world." Alfred saw that his final warnings had sunk in, though Anne-Marie and Penny appeared to be on the verge of being extremely upset.

"Jennifer has made you all temporarily sterile," said Sydney quietly. "Her idea was to have us able to have fun without consequences then become parents when the world becomes much safer. I am sorry for the deception but she couldn't see any other way of ensuring that no mistakes were made. The glimpses that she has and that my older self gives us of the future show no room for the additional burden and responsibility of children. However, that being said, I do not know whether that covers liaisons with people from the distant past."

Penny's mood turned from tears to laughter. "Thank goodness for that because I missed my period yesterday and have been trying to work out who the father is!" she exclaimed.

Wendy giggled. "You know that I hadn't even noticed that I didn't get them, I have been so busy with one thing or another and they were also so inconsistent that I just put it out of my mind."

Anne-Marie burst into tears and sat down heavily on a nearby chair. The other women rushed towards her as she cried. Through her tears she said, "I thought I was pregnant, mine are as regular as clockwork and I have missed the past 3 months. I wanted to talk to Kelsey about what to do!"

She looked around the group. "I thought I would have to leave you all to go and have it because I couldn't see a baby being a big asset while we were fighting! I think I would die if I didn't have you all around me!"

Alfred spoke into Sydney's mind, "I guess my drug cocktail into the food and water wasn't necessary after all."

Sydney looked at the image on the screen in surprise then winked answering his computer friend. "Kelsey chewed her out a bit over it when she found out but Jebidiah gave her a big wakeup call with his visions of Fiji."




Realms of Eden: Book 5: Hyak Anali



"So what are we going to do with ourselves then," said Bonnie mischievously shaking her chest in front of Sydney. Her eyes opened wide in surprise as a woman that looked a lot like Serenity, except her hair was white as snow and her large eyes were grey, appeared behind Sydney.

Before he could turn a soft voice said, "Not at the moment, Bonnie, Enyalius and I have some catching up to do first!" With a devil like laugh she placed her hand on the man's shoulder waved and they disappeared.

"Fucking hell!" screamed Bonnie then yelped as suddenly a hand reached out from nowhere grabbed her and said, "You can come too!"

Penny Rogers looked at the space where Sydney and Bonnie had been standing and turned to the green faced man on the wall monitor. "Where is he, Alfred?" she asked.

"I don't know Penny, I can't get a signal in this time." The computer entity's voice lacked emotion as if he was beginning to realise the limits of his abilities and controls and finding that neither of them were much good to anyone.

Keith Richardson stood and quietly declared that unless anyone had any better ideas he was going to go fishing.

Jennifer's fingers fastened onto the hard nipple of Janine as the woman above her rubbed her sweating body against hers. Their legs were well spread as each rubbed their sensitive clits against each other in scissoring motions. Jennifer lay partly on her side as Janine squealed in delight as her clit rubbed through the wetness of her lover.

Panting hard Jennifer twisted the nipple in her fingers hard squirming her hips in abandon as another orgasm crashed over her. She barely registered the nails of Janine that gripped her arse cheeks hard as she rubbed manically against her before exploding in a wet orgasm that flooded the inside of Jennifer's already saturated thighs. Collapsing totally onto her stomach Jennifer grinned in delight as Janine's lips kissed her back and shoulders as she sat astride her letting the heat from between her legs press sensuously against her soft rump.

"Why did you come back Jen?" she asked softly running her lovers curls through her fingers as she rubbed her hands through the woman's hair.

"I missed you," the girl said softly, "no, more than that, I needed you!" She turned her body as Janine raised herself up slightly to the let the woman roll over to her back to look up at her friend.

Janine looked into the dark brown eyes and saw pain and something else anger, jealousy, loss she couldn't define it. "What happened Jen? The last time we spoke you were in love with Sydney and ready to battle Elam's minions and change the world!

"Now you are back here and the most I have heard out of your mouth is demands for my body! Not, I must say, that I mind, but eating each other's boxes all night and day like women possessed is not going to solve your problems. It is just going to make me a dehydrated old prune or else give me a heart attack!"

"My father," replied Jennifer, with her right hand pointed to the distant bright blue tower that dominated the fields of flowers and grass, "is my father!"

Janine looked at her confused and laughing softly asked, "Isn't that the definition of being a father?"

Jennifer giggled, it did sound ridiculous but then turning serious she continued. "No Janine, he actually fathered me with Kelsey. He substituted himself for David and actually physically impregnated my mother!"

Janine was still not sure what her lover was saying and her shrugged shoulders told Jennifer that she couldn't make her friend see what the fuss was about.

"Anyway, Jennifer you didn't find that out until after you came back here, so that is not the real reason. Are you going to tell me or do I have to go and find some of Jebidiah's new inventions and fuck it out of you?"

Jennifer shook her head laughing. Already Janine had introduced her to some of the tamer items of her father's new business and they had made her head swoon. She dreaded to think what else Janine might produce. Though, she thought wickedly, it might be nice.

Janine's fingers encircled her ribs and before they could begin their wicked tickling she said, "Ok it was Alfred and Xavier!"

The woman above her almost choked as she tried to speak and swallow at the same time at the unexpected confession. "The love birds!" she finally sputtered. "What have they got to do with you and me?"

Jennifer ducked her head shyly not meeting the gaze of the woman watching her turn crimson with embarrassment. "I could feel their love for each other," she said softly, "actually feel the emotions rocking out like a wave surrounding me, dragging me into their minds. I never felt that way with Sydney. However," she paused, lifting her gaze to meet the dark green eyes above her, "I did feel that way with you."

"Oh Jenny," cried her friend, "we were lonely girls. Yes I love you too but not the way that I have seen you with Sydney. I watch the way you look at him, the touches and how close you stand with him. I have seen you crying at night when he was hurt, your worry. Goodness Jenny you might scream and gurgle with me in our bed but nothing compared to the way you burn up with him!"

"Then why did I only think of you when that explosion hit me? Why was it only your eyes and lips that I thought about and brought me running back here when I tried to pull away from them? Why did my powers bring them with me when Alfred was trying to take Xavier back to his cyber palace?" she cried, her chest heaving with the emotions that were at war within her.

"Because," a soft voice said from above the pair, "Sydney is hurt and you were too scared to love him in case you hurt him more."

Janine and Jennifer turned their heads to the unexpected voice and were surprised to see the naked figures of Alfred and Xavier standing there.

"You actually do know how to let it get soft then Xavier?" giggled Janine as she observed Alfred's penis hanging flaccidly between his legs for the first time in the days that the couple had been here.

"I could say the same about your mouth and the lips of that sweet little woman underneath you, Janine. And I am not talking about the lips of her mouth either," the doctor answered.

The four people giggled until Jennifer finally said, "I guess we all have been a little pre-occupied with pleasure the last few days."

"Well your concerns about Sydney appear to have been tested out! Tell me please how you knew that making love was almost going to kill him?" asked Alfred.

"What happened to him!" cried Jennifer trying to get Janine off her and stand to her feet at the same time. Janine fell backwards off the woman as she struggled to get up, landing on her back on the soft grass, her legs spread wide as she did so.

Alfred's eyes took in the soft wet centre that was so wantonly displayed and his cock sprang to attention. Xavier's eyes noted the reaction and that of the woman on the ground whose eyes were showing more than a passing interest as she deliberately left her legs open. "Alfred I think you have a little bit more pleasuring to do, I will take Jennifer with me to show her what is happening. See you soon Janine," she said blowing the woman a little kiss and giving Alfred a small push towards the lustily watching woman on her back.

Jennifer giggled as she heard Janine say, "My my Alfie that is very nice!" She took the hand of Xavier and ran with her to the distant tower.

Jennifer grinned and with a quick thought took the pair of them directly to the tower's observation room. "Better than running all the way," she told Xavier as she pulled the woman to a stop on the dark blue tiles.

Xavier agreed then ran her hands over the cylindrical viewer letting a finger rest on the surface and drag it back slightly before pressing her hand against it to bring up the image she wanted.

Sydney was naked and lying on the floor of a cave that overlooked the ocean hundreds of metres below. Above him Bonnie and Siti kissed feverishly, their hands urgently rubbing at the other's breasts as their tongues drooled and lashed at each other's mouths. Jennifer zoomed the image in towards her lover and saw that his face was a mask of agony as he watched the pair above. "What's wrong with him Xavier?" she asked softly.

"I am not sure but when we watched before he screamed in agony when they both attacked his cock trying to make him stiff. Alfred seems to think that one of the bulbs is either in his testicles or in the urethral tubes or more likely near his prostate."

"What did Serenity do then?" she asked extremely worried.

"It's not Serenity, well it is but it's her earlier self. Named Siti?"

"Bloody hell!" yelled Jennifer then she was gone in a flash of purple.

"Siti no!" Jennifer screamed as she appeared in the cave as the white haired goddess was about to re-double her efforts at making the warrior harden with her mouth around his large testicles.

"Mollenny?" the woman asked puzzled. "Why are you here? How did you find me, this cave is protected from anyone on this world?"

"Ah sorry Siti, I wasn't on this world. But you cannot have the warrior just yet. If you try to fuck him you will kill him because of the poison in his body."

Siti stopped her hands, looking aghast at her sister then back at the warrior who had passed out. Bonnie goggled at Jennifer who was naked and covered in teeth marks and love bites. She giggled as the woman's pussy was extremely wet and appeared to have discoloured markings surrounding her clit.

The sisters looked at her questioningly but all she could do was point at Jennifer's crotch as helpless laughter overcame her. Siti grinned as she saw the marks saying softly, "I guess someone loves your pussy Mollenny!"

Bonnie's laughter turned to screams as she turned back to look at Sydney. The women quickly turned back to her and then to the warrior where she pointed. Black viscous liquid poured from the end of the man's penis running out to form a large stain on the sand beneath his testicles hanging down between his widespread legs. "What the fuck is that?" yelled Siti.

"Poison! It's in his body and Alfred needs to get it out now!" said Jennifer as she squatted beside him placing a hand on his wrist.

"You go and tell father that I have taken Sydney back to Alfred. You coming with me Bonnie or going with Siti?" Her cousin grasped her hand as the purple glow changed to a flash taking them back to the realm of invention.

Siti transported herself back to her bedroom and finding her father and sister self gone headed to the big boat that was cloaked on the waters off Hyak Anali.

In the cave in the cliffs above that same water something moved within the black oily stain where Sydney's body had lain. A microscopic gathering of sperm cells, infected with the wolverine blood, wriggled looking to fulfil their only function in life: to find and enter the egg cell of a compatible species. Mutated beyond recognition they moved through the sands and found dozens of eggs that had lain dormant for millions of years waiting for fertilisation by the male sand worm of the era.

A voracious invertebrate that made its home in soft warm sands attacking small animals and insects that slithered, crawled or walked on the surface above it. By stealthily following the vibrations the worm would follow until the creature stopped then it would rapidly punch upwards opening its large round mouth to suck down the hapless prey.

Alfred's body shook as the woman beneath him grasped him deeply inside of her wet clamping pussy. His head was floating somewhere in the biosphere as he simply enjoyed the exhilaration of flesh, his flesh, being hotly and wetly encased.

The woman's sobs of joy as she urged him to 'cum buckets' inside of her, was a musical sound as he felt his body prepare to do exactly that. Music that complemented his own roar of lust as his prostate squeezed tightly then his sperm released through his cock and into her waiting womb. Janine's arms and legs held him tightly as the first cock, she could remember, in her life that was of actual flesh, exploded in her depths again filling her with satisfaction as well as his seed.

Jebidiah has to find me a boyfriend, she thought, and Alison as well she decided, as the man above began to move his body up from hers. Her mind burbled in protest as the man was taking away that beautifully full feeling that she thought she could get quite addicted to. Trying to hold him with her arms, legs and grasping sex the man continued to withdraw. Alfred smiled and said, "Four times is enough for now my lovely woman. Come with me back to the Majestic there are plenty more if you want them."

She shook her head sadly. "No Alfie, Jebidiah tells me that my mind could not cope with the real world. And I am happy here, but I think Jebidiah has to find me and Alison some boys to play with."

"There are men here," Alfred said surprised at the woman's words.

Shaking her head she smiled. "Robots that look like men," she informed him. Rising to her knees she captured his softened cock and slurped it clean with her mouth. "They don't have these, nor do they have the emotions that are needed to love us. They have some feelings and can be quite good company but they are not men!"

"Oh dear," said Alfred then he had a very wicked thought.

Janine watched the changes on his face as he had obviously thought of something and she waited expectantly but the man said nothing. He offered her his hand to come and walk with him to the distant tower.

Serenity paced the floors, her sister had gone, her father was upstairs talking to Kelsey. Sydney and Bonnie were gone with her goddess self Siti. She stopped against the railing, sipping a cool drink as she watched the happy group out on the water with fishing poles attempting to catch a feast for dinner.

By their joyful laughter and excited voices she guessed that they were having some fun and catching a few. Peering into the water she saw a school of fair size apparently in a feeding frenzy as they jumped and leapt chasing small bits of fish that were being cast out into the water. With her mood a little lightened she watched Lucy's rod bend in her hands and the woman yelled she had a big one to which several of the men replied just as joyously, two of them!

A soft kiss was pressed against her neck and she turned to look into her own face, well as close as she remembered it to be and kissed the lips proffered to her. "I think I should have kept my eyes grey," she whispered, "But definitely I prefer my hair this colour."

"Oh I don't know Serenity," said Siti, "it certainly makes my pussy look good!" Lifting the little gown that their father had dressed her in showing off the bright white curls between her legs.

"I like to see the white cum on my bald box or black hairs," replied Serenity. "It certainly makes it easier for my lovers to find it afterwards!"

"You bitch!" squealed Siti. "Do you have to make them do it like I have to make the brothers?" she asked softly.

"Sydney loves to share as do all of us girls, some of the other boys do it as well, but not often. Paulie is a lot of fun!"

Serenity realised that Siti had not brought back her playmates. Grabbing her sister said, "Where is he, Siti? And Bonnie?"

"Where is father first?" she replied a worried look coming over her face now as she suddenly remembered why she had come here. "Serenity are we always this scatter brained? I came here as fast as I could to tell you what had happened then I saw your sexy body against the railing and all of a sudden all I could think about was my pussy! No wonder father thinks I am a total screw up!"

"No I do not Siti!" her father's voice came from behind her. "It is just that in this time there are no dangers. Oh the odd barbarian war and a few natural disasters, but this was supposed to be the time of loving. Why do you think there are so many gods and goddesses of love, fertility and motherhood now?

"Later come the gods of war and their senseless destruction! It is little wonder that Elam finds his way in the world then. He does not belong to this here and now, it is not his time! This is your time Siti, for love and sex and fun. I did not put you here to control a world of warriors!"

Serenity saw her father's eyes and saw the pride he had in her and Siti. Giving the petite woman beside her a one armed hug she said, "See girl, your pussy is our brain at this time. Probably appropriate how we finish up here then isn't it!"

"How?" asked the woman smiling.

Jebidiah roared with laughter. "Stumbling off a cliff after having fucked a hundred men to pay a bet off to Enyalius!"

Kelsey smiled at the women and the man in front of her. She had spent the last few hours trying to work out what had happened to her senses. Alfred's appearance and Xavier's encompassing love had shocked her system badly. She had felt her head almost explode with the powerful feelings that had swept through her. Her first want, no craving, she amended was to grab Sydney and take him to her bed as soon as she could. But then she had backed off remembering Alfred's warnings to all of them that he could not be played with until the poison bulbs within his body had been removed.

Jennifer, her heart thudded in her chest at the thought of her daughter, then the man who had fathered her appearing, making her emotions go into a deadly tail spin that threatened to break her down into a blubbering and irreconcilable wreck. She had to flee and, unlike her daughter who could simply transport herself away to the realms, she had had to run away like a frightened schoolgirl to lock herself in her room throwing herself on the big bed bawling her eyes out.

"Siti where is my lover?" she asked the white haired woman softly.

Jebidiah watched the mother of his daughter shrewdly, he had tried to talk to her but she had not allowed him into her room or into her mind. Locking him out of both as effectively as if he did not exist. Coldly she had told him that if he appeared in her bedroom that she would castrate him so he refrained from transporting through the cabin walls.

Siti began to speak but Alfred interrupted. "Kelsey," he softly called from the monitor above her head, "you are needed in the sick bay."

"It can wait until I know where Sydney is, Alfred!" she snapped her nerves frayed to almost breaking.

A soft voice came to her mind, Love, I am in sick bay.

Kelsey sprinted to the stairs and down the four flights until she burst through the doors of the on board hospital. A place that Sydney just seemed to spend too much fucking time in lately she thought heatedly. Her eyes scanned the beds spotting his covered form in the last one and raced to his side.

His face was covered with a bandage that left only his eyes showing and they were open and twinkling. She looked at him lying there and her heart broke in two. The tears that she thought she had all cried out before came again in buckets as he lifted his hand to her face and cupped it gently. I suppose telling you that I don't want you crying over me is not going to do much good, he sent to her.

"No! It's not!" she sobbed.

Kelsey noted that two tubes ran under the bandaging about where his mouth was and one of them was full of black oozing blood. "Alfred what is happening to him!" she cried as the human version appeared beside Sydney's bed.

"He is dying Kelsey," the doctor said softly and she saw the tears dripping from the man's eyes as he held Sydney's other hand tightly. "The bulbs inside him are too tightly interwoven with the rest of his body. All we could do was to put drains into them to release the poison before it broke through the walls that he had set up to contain it. There is nothing more that we can do except wait for the end. I am sorry."




Room For One More



'That's so tight.'

'It is,' Drew agreed. 'Go on.'

She slipped the receptacle in slow and deliberate. Drew winced with pleasure, her breath dense and simple. She bit her lip soft beauty, grabbed a pillow to grip it inhabited encounter. Alyson took the other pillow and placed it under Drew to raise her. Drew moved the fingers in her snatch like blurred teeth. 

'That's better,' Drew spoke. 'I feel more of it going in.'

'It's going all the way, baby.' Alyson moved slow ratification. 

Alyson bucked like an inverted plateau. Silence was all hers. She read the edges of flesh. Ghost machine awareness. Alyson moved in and enticed out steady to point of pain. Drew arched back further into the thrust. She moulded to lust and good touch. The fingers of one hand ground into her pussy. Knuckle dusting agent to allow the collapse of neurons. She dived around herself, scissoring her fingers. She fought herself in reactive thrusts, diving, delving. 

'I'm ready to go off in your shit,' Alyson screamed in her thrusts.

Bucking like a salacious stake the dildo roared in Drew's anus. Alyson slapped the organ in and cracked the baby out. Like an antique screen fervent passion rose. Drew squealed her pleasure and Alyson panted through the jabs. Her feeding drove fiercely towards flames, turning to electric dust. 

'I'm coming up your ass!' Alyson howled to the delinquent air. 

Drew moaned with the cadence of a wild animal. The stars unhooked, a moment with the infinite. Full moon exponent. They heaved in unison like thrown shadows crafted from spectral night. Alyson added more lube to the shaft as she pulled it out. Like noise upon noise the two sighed into each other. The resemblance of pagan art. Alyson withdrew the seductive shaft from Drew's shivering cleft, in that moment an ornament dripping pre-eminent. 

Alyson leaned into her lover's ear and whispered. 'Do you like my fucking you?'

'Fuck yeah,' Drew sighed. 'Do some more.'

'Let's go then.' She dismounted the bed and walked. 

Drew pined like a dog after a bone. 'Where you going?'

'Let's take this to the shower.' Alyson demanded. 'I'm still wet from the rain, I need to clean up.'

'And I'm still wet from you,' Drew quipped.

Alyson took off the strap-on. They both ran to the bathroom with Drew leading. Set to a warm they stepped beneath the abundant torrent. Their lips bore passion as they smashed them together. Tongues beyond teeth stabbed the others mouth. The contours of their bodies pierced together. Hearts with more stylised runes beat like a shamanic trance. 

'I feel like the world imploded,' Drew gasped from their kiss.

'We are amalgamation lovers.' Alyson tweaked Drew's nipples between thumb and forefinger. She twisted the flesh a hint and stroked with her little fingers pushed out. 

Drew put her hand between Alyson's legs and fucked her with four fingers lined together like lollipops. Her arm moved like ardent reels. Alyson's teeth gripped and gnawed, eyes closed, sharp breath admission. Drew's left arm curled around and gripped her neck from behind, a sweet picture caress. They danced together under the water like savage mimes. Their breasts rubbed mutual in the downfall. They bled into each other as Alyson joined the tirade by coupling her fingers with Drew's pussy. The crescent of Orion's Belt melted along their twitching shoulders. Force majeure transcendent. 

They fought with their passions gripped within. Seeking in the other theirs, trying to prize the appetite out. They dug with their hands into the meat. Gold at the end of the tunnel began to drip like asleep tears. Isotope aspects greeting wave after signal of bliss. Unremittent they had each other entranced of bliss. Coiled within shifts of flesh. They fell to their knees and let the water pour. Drowning in each other they held on to time contracting upon their endless courier piece by piece. Assuming their likeness to each other. 

After long moments had passed Alyson chose to speak. 'It was great finding you like that.' She said.

'Great improvisation on your part.'

'You didn't miss a beat yourself.'

'You did surprise me though.'

They kissed like alien crafts. A diamond sea rushed between them. Their receiving like secret, tender light.

'That was the best yet.' Alyson disengaged.

'Well next time you can be the one wanking.' Drew replied.

'Aw no, I've got another game for next time.'

'I'm intrigued.' Drew curled her eyebrows and began to nibble on Alyson. They held each other suggesting a lightning of flowers cracking concrete. 

'It's a shame Jason didn't come with you,' Drew suggested.

'Well you're pre-empting me,' Alyson answered. 'That was one of my ideas.' 

They curled into each other, their naked, sweat filled bodies borne together like sugar. Their embrace devoted and unremitting. 



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Santa Monica



She had been on his mind ever since that one day downtown where she had been buying illegal drugs for him and his friends. Daniel remembered vividly how she teased him, not quite flirting with him, just enough to keep him interested. 

They had exchanged several biting, playful remarks and, before he knew what was happening, she leaned towards him slightly and accidentally brushed her hand against his arm. It was barely touching his skin, but he felt the sensation immediately. Erotic shivers went through his body. She continued chatting, seemingly unaware of the reaction she had caused. She left him a minute later. He held his arm, silently cursing her and at the same time wondering how he could possibly get her.

Thinking about the encounter even now, lying on his bed, he was getting very aroused. He felt the tension in his tight-fitting jeans, unconsciously stroking himself through the fabric. His hand came too close and he groaned out loud, sitting up. His parents were in the next room. He had to be more cautious than this. Standing, Dan exited to the bathroom, taking a magazine with him. He wouldn't need it, however.

He locked the bathroom door and unzipped his jeans in frenzy, almost tearing them off as he pulled down his boxers and started to jerk off. The relief was strong and immediate. He reached for the water faucet and turned it on all the way to cover the sound of his obvious pleasure. As he masturbated furiously with one hand, and used the other to play with his testicles, he closed his eyes and thought of her face. Of her. Walking towards him in that way only she could, oozing sex in the most subtle manner. In his mind, her silky lips parted and she dipped her head, gazing into his eyes. 'I want you,' she whispered, sticking her middle finger into her mouth and drawing it out lustily.

The image did the trick, and within thirty seconds, he was groaning loudly and exhaling as he came, the dripping semen all over his hands. Disgusted, he wiped it off with toilet paper and pulled up his boxers. He had to stop torturing himself this way. 

"If I can't touch her soon, I'll die," he said to his reflection in the mirror. He knew it was a bit melodramatic, but at that moment, he'd never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Angela Black. His best friend's younger sister. Could he really do this? It was more than pure lust. He liked her, was drawn to her overall sense of humor and compassion, but his desire for her was overwhelming, and it was affecting his body as well as his mind. All he could think of now was her, lying under him trembling, completely at his mercy.

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That time had come. He returned swiftly to the present, where he lay next to her on a blanket spread across the sand. They had cut school for the day to drive out to Santa Monica. It was very early in their relationship together—the first time they'd been anywhere alone—and Angela didn't seem the least bit apprehensive. He'd change that. He rolled over to face her, brushing the hair back from her eyes.

"You look stunning in that bikini," he told her, grinning, looking down at her. She pulled away and sat up, smiling. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, for a change. She looked gorgeous.

"This day has been incredible." She sighed, watching the blazing yellow sun lowering in the sky. "Thanks for teaching me to surf. My brother always refused."

"He doesn't seem too receptive to the idea of us being together."

"But he's your friend, isn't he?"

"Maybe he just doesn't know me like you do." His face was six inches from hers. He lightly traced the bones on the back of her hand with his finger as he spoke.

"Maybe not." Her voice was a whisper, just seconds before they started to kiss. His hand came up and cradled her face, stroking her cheek, drawing her slowly towards him. 

They moved together as if attracted by a giant magnet. Again, even as he anticipated it, he felt her hand dropping to his arm to rest lightly on his skin, causing a jolt to run down his spine. The hairs on his arm stiffened and rose, evocative of what was happening to him in other parts of his body. His erection grew and swelled inside the flimsy swimming trunks until he couldn't stand it anymore. Throwing aside all common sense, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back down into the sand, startling her. He crushed his mouth against hers in a vicious kiss, hurting her. Furious, she pushed him off her, bright red.

"What the hell are you doing?" she panted, brushing sand off her arms and legs. "Trying to rape me?"

"Oh, God, Angie, no! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I got carried away. You just looked so hot sitting there, and being around you, it's like—oh, hell." He covered his face, ashamed, hating himself. Then he felt her hand resting on his thigh, rubbing back and forth, before it slipped between his legs for a brief second. His mouth fell open in shock, and he bit back a loud groan as she brushed against the front of his swimming trunks. A pathetic whimper escaped his throat.

He steeled himself long enough to look at her. A half-smile crossed her lips, and she crawled across his lap to whisper in his ear, "I had to do it. There were people watching." He held his breath, swallowing hard as she rubbed him one more time. "Meet me in the women's restroom in fifteen minutes, or you can forget about seeing me ever again." Then, suddenly, she was gone. Her hand was gone. Dan exhaled noisily, his lungs burning. He couldn't believe what she could bring out in him.

He watched her walk slowly across the beach to the public rest area, wondering what he'd gotten himself into now.



Santa Monica



A curious sensation woke Dan up early that Tuesday morning. At first he wasn't sure where the sensation was coming from or what was causing this unexpected feeling. As his grogginess quickly evaporated, Dan realized that the sensations were coming from his penis - and testicles. His beautiful girlfriend, Monica, had been squeezing and teasing him in his sleep.

Though he was clearly surprised, Dan asked with a hearty laugh, "What are you doing to me, Babycakes?"

"I'm just teasing you a little bit," Monica replied seductively. 

Teasing indeed, Dan thought. He could feel the weight of of his hormones in his balls, he allowed Monica to continue teasing his cock for a moment before rolling over onto his girlfriend's tiny body. Burying his face into her neck, Dan began kissing her tender areas as his hard cock conveniently bumped and prodded against her clitoris. 

After some mutual teasing, retaliatory teasing, and counter-retaliatory teasing, Dan and Monica were off to the shower together to officially begin their day. While Dan was not aware of it yet, this would be one of the most interesting days of their relationship. The surprise Monica had given him as a replacement alarm clock would seem like an everyday norm in comparison to her next revelation. 

**

After their shower, Monica slipped on one of Dan's light blue collared shirts and a matching pair of panties underneath. As her hair dampened the shoulders of the shirt, she made her way out to start frying bacon and eggs for breakfast. Dan emerged from the bedroom a few moments later. He was still struggling to soften his hard penis after Monica's playful cock-teasing in the bed. Not to mention her follow up in the shower. 

Coming into the kitchen, Dan was presented with the sexy image of a half-naked Monica, standing with one leg bent over the other, busy with a spatula. Scanning the image before him, Dan slowly examined her smooth legs, and the way her perky breasts looked in his shirt. It was a beautiful sight. There was more to Monica than any other woman he had ever met. Monica's radiant hair bounced and waved, filling Dan with love and affection. His mind was full of love when her loving, tease-filled smile hit him right in the cock. 

The sight of her made it nearly impossible for Dan to soften his penis. Monica giggled as she noticed him struggling in a losing battle not to be turned on. Leaning toward him, Monica placed two fingers and a thumb onto the head of his penis through his boxers. Gently rubbing her thumb around, pressing downward onto him, Monica watched with delight as Dan squirmed beneath her control.

"What's the matter, honey? Having trouble going soft?" Monica asked playfully. 

"I think I'm going to be hard until I cum," Dan replied. 

"Well that's going to make for an interesting day... because I'm not going to let you cum until tonight. After you've made me cum ten times," Monica blushed at her own game.

**

After breakfast, Monica brought Dan to the living room with something serious to discuss with him. 

"Okay, so I've been hiding this for quite some time," Monica began in a deadly serious tone.

"You need to know something about me that I've been keeping a secret." She quickly added "Not just from you! From everyone..."

Dan was concerned about what Monica might say to him, but he needed to know what this secret was all about. "Okay, what is it, Babycakes?" he asked her nervously. 

"My family.... isn't my real family," she said.

"What?" What do you mean they're not your real family?" Dan was confused. 

"They're actually my second-cousins. My real family lives in California."

Dan didn't really understand what Monica was saying to him. He remained silent while he tried to process this new information. 

"I wanted to come here to meet new people and study at a small university without anybody really knowing who I am, so I came here to live with my mom's second cousins. I've just been telling people they're my parents while I'm here," Monica continued.

"Why would you do that?" Dan clearly felt betrayed by her deceptions. 

Monica was rattled by his reactions. Though, she knew this wouldn't be interested. It seemed as though this could really throw a wrench into their relationship. "My family has alot of money and I just wanted to know what it's like to live without all of that," she said defensively. 

She continued "I just didn't want to be some spoiled rich girl... I'm sorry if you feel like I've been lying to you but I'm telling you this now because we've really connected and I want to introduce you to my real family. My dad's plane is here... it's ready to take us to California..." 

Dan was shocked and overwhelmed by everything that he was hearing. He wasn't sure what was going on. After all of this time, he really thought that he knew Monica, but it turned out that she's someone completely different than who he thought she was. Sensing his discomfort, Monica moved herself onto his lap, looked him straight in the eyes and told him everything that he wanted to hear. She knew it was a done deal when she felt his sexually frustrated cock poking her body. Clearly, his thoughts on her hadn't changed, too much.

** Walking off the small private jet in California brought a wave of warm air. Dan felt as though the seasons had been turned upside down. The cold February air of Eastern Canada was dry, stale, and uncomfortable. The air he was feeling now was warm, breezy, and inviting. Stepping onto the tarmac, Dan turned back to Monica. She seemed confident, happy, and of course, stunningly beautiful - as always. 

Dan was excited to drive on the huge California highway out to Monica's true home. A rented convertible Mustang made for an exciting drive to an otherwise nerve-wracking event. It's not every day that your girlfriend takes you half-way across the globe to introduce you to her secret family. 

The scenic drive between desert-like mountains was exhilarating. Monica had never looked so beautiful as she did that day in the warm California sun. While he still felt a bit betrayed by her secrets, Dan knew that he loved her. And he couldn't resist the excitement that her secrets had promised him. This was going to be the most interesting introduction of his life. For once, Dan felt calm, content, and carefree. His normal feelings of anxiety had been squarely abandoned in that Eastern Canadian deep freeze they had left behind. 

Monica's hometown was a warm little place with dark reddish-brown soil exposed all around. The three hour drive from the airport was nearing an end. Monica directed Dan to her home as the anticipation really began to build. It was a mixture of both excitement and sexual frustrations that they had inflicted upon each other earlier that day. The emotion between them was powerful as they pulled into the curved, stone driveway of Monica's parents' home. 

The home was enormous. Two-story tall windows defined the home which had giant white pillars and three garage doors along the front. Coming to a stop, Dan looked over beside the driveway to see opened industrial-type openings beside the stone driveway. He peered into what was obviously a part of the residence beneath them. It didn't make much sense to him that the basement level could have more square footage than the main level, though. 

Seeing his confusion, Monica answered his unspoken questions "They're moon-roof windows for the underground sections of the house," she said with a smile. 

Dan realized that the visible portions of the house sat atop what was evidently a huge underground level. This was going to be the most interesting home he had ever set foot inside. 

Entering the home, Dan and Monica found about 20 of her relatives were waiting for them in a large living room. Monica went about hugging long-absent relatives. Meanwhile uncles, aunts, and cousins introduced themselves to Dan. After Monica had reconnected with her family, everyone took seats around the room to continue their conversations. 

A short time later, one of Monica's uncles tapped Dan on the arm and invited him to grab a beer from the kitchen. Accepting, Dan was off to the fridge, as directed by Monica's uncle. When he opened the fridge, Dan discovered that the beer bottles were all branded with the logo of Monica's father's company, EnCalicana. He smirked as he popped off the cap of what was surely a private reserve beverage. 

His snooping around the kitchen had spurned his curiosity. Once Dan had begun wandering around the home, he couldn't help but keep looking around at the immaculate mansion. Walking from room to room, Dan quickly realized that he had been gone for too long and needed to get back to the living room. He laughed to himself when he realized that he had somehow gotten lost in the enormous home. 

When he finally found his way back, beer in hand, Dan asked what he had missed. Monica smiled deviously and told him that her uncle had gotten him out of the room to ask her - in front of everybody - if she wanted him to make a hotel reservation for Dan or if there would be room for him in her high-school bed. Apparently, awkward humor was his speciality. Though they all managed to laugh it off. 

Everything seemed to be going really well. Monica was happy to see her family for the first time in over a year. And they all seemed really welcoming of Dan. 

** After dinner and a few drinks, Dan and Monica were exhausted from their long trip across the continent. The two were soon off to Monica's old bedroom for the night. As they entered the room, Monica immediately began stripping off clothing as she made her way to her bed. Dan walked around examining the enormous bedroom. The room included a long hallway-type section that connected the main bedroom area, where the bed was located, and the private bathroom. There was an older looking green couch, a love-seat, and a big chair all pointed toward a 90s style television. 

The room was well lived in and seemed as though it hadn't been touched since Monica was last home. There was still a pink bra hanging from the closet doorknob and a pile of panties laying on the couch. Obviously, there were enough bedrooms in the house that guests had never needed to use Monica's bedroom, while she was at school. 

After taking a look around, Dan turned back to where Monica was now resting in her bed. She was covering her naked body with a duvet and laid playfully covering part of her face with her shining, brown hair. The look on her face was inviting and seductive. Dan could hardly withstand the attraction to his beautiful partner. Still reeling from the sexual tension Monica had inflicted on him earlier that day, Dan's boxers began to lift as he once again struggled to remain soft. 

Hopping into the bed, Monica moved slowly toward him. Taking his hand and placing it upon her breast, she gently kissed him with her soft, lubricated lips. Dan realized just how lucky he was to have such a beautiful partner who loved him. Massaging her breast while Monica gently sucked the tip of his tongue, Dan felt impassioned by his love for her. 

Their anticipation had been building all day and their bodies craved one another desperately. Their gentle kisses quickly turned to a heated interaction with pre-cum leaking through Dan's boxers and hardened nipples dancing across his face. Monica put her hands on Dan's shoulders and pushed him onto his back, rolling up above him. She raised herself to pull his boxers off and expose his cock for her enjoyment. 

Leaning forward to kiss him, she grabbed his cock with her hand and vigorously jerked him. His excitement was almost too much to withstand. With one hand he scratched her back, the other tightly grasped her breast. Monica continued to aggressively work him over for several minutes until she could feel him pulsating in her hand. She knew that he couldn't handle much more before he would lose control. But she wasn't ready for that yet. 

As Dan encroached upon his climax, Monica slowed her movements, then, released him. The cum that had been ready to shoot out of his cock rolled backward into his balls. Monica felt herself dripping as she watched Dan squirm beneath her. 

She had him exactly where she wanted him - almost. 

Monica quickly crawled up his body to place her most intimate parts right onto his face. She placed her hands on the headboard of the bed as her head rolled backward with pleasure. The hornier Dan became the more determined he was to provide her with electric satisfaction. 

Dan vigorously licked her faster and faster, pausing only to gently suck on her clitoris. The pleasure overwhelmed Monica's body as her legs twitched and her vagina moved up and down over Dan's face. She could feel her wetness covering him, something she knew he found exhilarating and sexy. 

As she rocked back and forth she could feel his tongue deep inside of her. It was a truly intimate feeling for Monica. In her ecstasy, she could feel her clitoris being stimulated by his nose. What might have been awkward in other circumstances only felt sexy and hot in this moment. Dan was moving quickly, passionately, and lovingly to bring her to orgasm. 

She considered lifting herself off his body before cumming, but it felt too powerful to break contact even momentarily. She put her arms backward, bracing herself with one hand against his leg. With the other hand she grabbed a hold of his throbbing cock. She was enjoying herself too much to be able to do much with his cock, but she had enough cognition about her to tease him softly. She could tell it was impacting him by the way his whole body began to move. 

Monica took a deep breath and allowed the orgasm that had been building for the past 18 hours to finally burst out. 

When her orgasm finished, Monica turned and fell onto her back beside Dan. She felt relaxed but nowhere near finished. 

After a brief pause, Monica pulled Dan onto her body and kissed him. She brought his lower lip into her mouth and tasted herself from his lips. The taste of her cum filled her with excitement once again. 

Dan lifted himself above her and quickly thrust himself into her. Monica gasped as his cock entered her. She allowed him fourteen or fifteen deep thrusts before stopping him. 

"Not yet," she whispered. "Make me cum again." 

Being teased like this was one of Dan's favorite games. One that Monica had come to appreciate as it usually meant about ten orgasms for her before Dan would finally ejaculate an enormous amount of cum on her command. 

Monica laid back and enjoyed the fun as Dan went to work once again. With his fingers this time, Dan worked to bring Monica to orgasm yet again. He worked diligently as she ejaculated hard onto his fingers. Twice. 

For her fourth orgasm of the evening, Dan placed a hand beneath each of her knees, pushing them as far back as his arms could reach, exposing her sensitive areas to his tongue. Monica felt intimately connected to Dan as he pleasured her softly. With her clitoris exposed, it didn't take long before Monica ejaculated into Dan's mouth. 

Dan allowed her legs to rest back down onto the bed as he raised up a bit and rested his head on her stomach. He listened as Monica caught her breath. 

After experiencing four orgasms, Monica thought it was time for some more teasing with Dan. She motioned for him to come up onto her stomach. Straddling her, Monica brought his cock into her mouth. 

She gently rolled her tongue over his head, occasionally offering a gentle suck. Slowly moving her mouth up and down over him, Monica felt a certain excitement in listening to his moans. Keeping him horny like this all day had made him more sensitive to her touch. He was harder than she had ever felt him before and his cock felt longer and thicker than usual. He was clearly in dire need for release. A release that only she could provide for him. 

Monica took his balls into her hand and gently squeezed them as she flicked her tongue over the head of his cock. With every squeeze his entire body squirmed with desire. She knew that he was desperate to cum, but at the same time, he was so sensitive to her, so vulnerable to her, that it was an ecstasy in itself to keep him on the precipice of orgasm. 

Feeling more adventurous now, Monica rolled his balls around in her fingers. She clasped them tightly, squeezing harder than she had ever squeezed them before. Dan gasped with a surprised pain. Monica kept going, tightening her grip on him, squeezing him harder and harder. As pain shot throughout his lower body, Monica felt Dan's cock surge in her mouth. While she knew she had hurt him, she had also brought him right to the edge - another fraction of a second of this and Dan would ejaculate every last drop of cum from his body into her mouth. 

In keeping with her little game, Monica released his balls and pulled her mouth away from Dan's cock. 

His sleek member bobbed and throbbed around in her face as Monica smiled up into his eyes. She could see the sheer desperation in his eyes - Dan needed to cum, badly, or else his frustrations would take complete control over him. Monica loved it. And she could tell that Dan did, too. 

Smiling playfully she said to him "Make me cum." 

Dan dutifully looked into his lovers eyes and asked "How?" He could barely speak he was so wound up. There was a sexual tightness throughout his whole body. His balls ached, his cock throbbed, his blood boiled, his chest was filled with emotion and desperation. He wanted to cum more than anything. With the only exception to his desires being his love affair with making Monica cum. 

"Take your cock and rub the head against my clit until I cum," Monica said smiling. 

It was a tortuous task for Dan. Feeling her vagina lips on his cock was the biggest tease he could imagine at this point. Her body moaned invitations to him. Invitations which her teasing game wouldn't allow him to act upon. The sensation of rubbing his cock over her vagina and clitoris was enough to drive him wild, but not enough to allow him a release. As Monica ejaculated again and again, Dan felt totally enslaved by her sexual prowess. 

Finally, Monica looked up at him and said "Okay, you're allowed to cum now.... let me put this condom on you." 

With the condom on his cock, Monica laid back smiling as Dan penetrated her. Once his cock was inside of her, Dan felt as though he could cum instantly. He leaned down and began kissing his lady love. He thrust hard, deep, and passionately into her. Lifting his head gently, panting and sweating, Dan looked straight into Monica's loving gaze as he finally ejaculated the most powerful orgasm Monica had ever given him. Her vagina was intimately aware of every pulse that came out of his cock. Dan's body seemed to lose control as he continued to ejaculate. The power of his orgasm was so enthralling, that Monica joined him in cumming once more that evening. 

When he finished, Dan collapsed onto her. Whispering in her ear he asked "Can I stay inside of you while I fall asleep?" 

"Of course, baby," she told him. "This was fun. But it will be more fun next time..." 

"Oh?" he asked.

"Next time you'll have three days worth of teasing before I let you cum," Monica whispered. "I can't wait to see how passionately you lick me when you know you won't be getting to cum at all," she said teasingly. 

"Now go to sleep, baby," I'm taking you to my family's nightclub tomorrow. 

Part II ______________________________

Dan awoke to a sensation which was becoming more and more familiar. His lovely girlfriend, Monica, once again had chosen to wake him up by teasing his cock. Even though he had cum the night before, Dan was still rock hard for his girlfriend. "Good morning, lover," Monica said playfully, knowing she had made Dan feel teased once again. 




Santa Monica



"Finish me off, Babycakes?" Dan asked with a jestly pout. Though he knew that Monica had no plans of letting him cum this morning. In fact, she had said before he went to sleep that it is her plan to make him wait three days before his next orgasm. He looked forward to all the sexual frustration and aching balls, though. It was his favorite game, after all. 

"Don't count on it, honey!" Monica said with a big grin. "You're not cumming for three days." 

"You won't be able to keep me horny for three days, Mon. You'll get so horny that you beg me to cum all over that hot little body of yours," Dan teased her back. 

Monica laughed heartily as she leaned over and placed her head of beautiful hair onto his chest. Laying on her man, Monica grabbed him by the cock and gently played with him. She stroked him slowly, playing with his head every so often. "I'm going to have you so horny that you'll do anything I say," Monica teased. 

"Anything, huh?" Dan asked. 

"I'll have you so horny by the end of the week that I'll even have you signing your name as 'Mr. Monica Kelly,' as a sign of submission to me," Monica laughed. 

Laughingly, Dan responded "You'll never get me that horny, babe." 

Monica turned to look him in the eye "You'll find out tonight just what I can do to you when you're horny, lover."

With that little banter back and forth the two of them were off to Monica's private shower for some morning cleaning. 

** After the shower, Monica took Dan on a tour of the mansion. While he had seen the kitchen and the living room, he hadn't really made his way throughout the house much more than to follow Monica off to her bedroom. Seeing the moon-roof openings in the ground to a large underground section of the house had filled Dan with curiosity about this eccentric home. 

Monica was dressed in a sexy white skirt that hovered just above the knee. While the skirt was one of her favorites, she truthfully decided to wear it because she knew it would keep Dan's balls working overtime. Especially since she dressed herself playfully in front of him. Monica started off completely naked, asking Dan to pick out a nice pair of panties for her to wear for the day. "Go through my panty drawer and find me a nice little cute thong, mmkay?"

She watched with a grin as Dan trifled through her panties. She knew he found it sexy and intimate, but it was the fact that he would end up thinking about this little activity all day long that really made her smile. 

Dan had picked a little red thong for her to wear, which she slowly pulled over her silky legs without breaking eye contact with him. Dan's entire body tingled with desire for her. The way this little exercise affected him made him realize that Monica truly could wrap him around her little finger. The thought of her power over his heart, mind, and body, filled him with love and a deep sexual craving for beautiful Monica. 

As they walked down the large wooden staircase to the main level, Dan watched as Monica's skirt fluttered left and right beneath her butt. Though he couldn't see it, he knew Monica had a loving smile on her face, a by-product of these little games. 

** Monica took Dan around the home, showing him some artwork on the walls, the formal dining room, all the basics. What Dan found especially interesting was the secret passageway that led down to a hidden wine cellar in the basement. A large secret door was built just outside the formal dining room with a winding staircase down to the cellar. Walking down the scarcely lit stairwell, Dan joked "So this is where you'll tie me up and whip me in your dominatrix costume later?" 

"You wish!" Monica said with a giggle. 

From the wine cellar, Monica took Dan through another secret hallway into the section of the house that Dan had seen from above the day before. It was like a large apartment that was built under the front of the house and the front yard. The fully furnished apartment looked like a bunker for Eva Braun built in the early 70s. Throughout the entire apartment there were large rectangular moon roof-style windows that popped up into the front yard. It was one of the most interesting things he had ever seen, without question. 

After the tour of the lower level, Monica took Dan up to where her family was having breakfast. The L-shaped room was in the back corner of the mansion and was decked out like a summer cottage in the woods. The walls were made of some kind of water milled logs and both the artwork and furniture resembled a hunting lodge. 

In the middle of the room, a diagonally protruding bathroom divided the two sections. Dan was quite taken with the architecture of the room. The high ceilings, the unusually shaped bathroom, the whole room seemed unorthodox. 

The family had all gathered for breakfast. Aunts, uncles, cousins, once again there were about 20 people around for Dan to interact with as Monica fluttered across to the other side of the room. Occasionally, Monica would shoot a glare over to Dan to make sure he was still comfortable with her family.

After breakfast, Monica and Dan were off to the mall to go shopping. Monica wanted horny-Dan to pick out some new lingerie for her to wear later. Also, she needed a new dress for going out to the club. She had plans for that evening that Dan would never forget. 

**

Dan picked out some sexy lingerie for Monica at the mall. Watching him sort through all the sexy panties, bras and corsets for something she would wear while teasing him was really amusing for Monica. A few times in the store she held up lingerie against her body for Dan's inspection. She couldn't be sure, but she thought it was making Dan a little stiff in his pants. 

At the mall, Monica found a really sexy red dress. The dress had a low cut with shaped cups on the front. The cups offered only minimal support and was meant to be worn without a bra. The thin cups were enough to cover up nipples, as long as they were soft. Any amount of sexual arousal would be visible for others to see, which guaranteed Dan's vote of approval. The dress was pretty short, too. Monica wanted to find some leggings to wear underneath, but Dan convinced her to go bare legs to the club. The thought of her silky legs really drove him wild. 

** After supper that night it was time to finally hit up the nightclub Monica's family owned in town. Monica was stunningly beautiful that night. Her legs were shining and smooth, her butt looked amazing in her little dress, her breasts were perky and perfect, as always, and the smile on her face melted Dan's defenses. As he looked into her eyes, Dan felt a connection that was stronger than anything he had ever felt before. The love that he had for Monica was warmer than the California sun, stronger than titanium steel, and more powerful than a thousand ravaging wolves. 

Looking into Monica's eyes, Dan was completely stricken with her stunning beauty. Her nose was as cute as a button, her cheeks were warm and inviting, her lips called out to him for kisses, her hair bounced and tantalized him. Looking at her now, Dan realized that he truly loved Monica more than he had ever loved anyone before. She's the prettiest woman he could ever imagine. Though, tonight, the only word he could summon to describe this sculpture of beauty standing before him was simple: "Hot!" Dan blurted. 

** It didn't take long before they arrived at the club. As they approached the doorman, who was dressed in a black suit, black shirt and black tie, Monica began to giggle. 

"What's so funny, Babycakes?" Dan asked her. 

"Oh, Dan, I'm going to enjoy this!" Monica could hardly contain herself over something that remained unseen. "I put our names on the list, just tell the doorman who we are." 

Approaching the man at the door, Dan spoke "Hi, I believe our names are on the list, Dan Aiken and Monica Kelly." 

The doorman scanned the list with a bit of confusion. Then he chuckled briefly and responded "No sir, I have a Ms. Monica Kelly and special guest, Mr. Monica Kelly." 

Monica burst out laughing at her little prank. "That's us!" she said as she quickly ran into the club. 

Following her, Dan could feel his face turning flush with embarrassment. He knew it was just going to be one of those nights when Monica's playful side really came out. He loved those nights. 

** Sitting in a booth on their third drinks, Dan couldn't help but admire the club. It was a classy place with an artsy decor. Lighted tubes ran from the floor all the way up to the second-story ceiling with bubbled water flowing down. The club was dark, with light-posts rising out of the floor every so often. It was bright enough to see across the club, but dark enough to give one that added confidence. The club had a main floor with a small dancing area, booths and a dining section. The second floor boasted a long balcony with private rooms off the side and led over to a large dance floor on the upper level. 

Monica turned in and whispered "How about we have some fun tonight?" Out of the corner of his eye Dan caught her wink. He was totally turned on by her tonight. Of course, he always found her attractive, but something about the way she was acting, and the sexy dress she was wearing, had him feeling butterflies all night. 

"Do you remember that little fantasy you told me about last month?" Monica asked with glistening red cheeks. 

Dan immediately knew exactly what she was thinking. Instantly, he felt his cock begin to harden. He was so taken by his emotions that he could hardly answer his beautiful girlfriend. 

"Can I make you super jealous right now?" she asked him again. 

"Yes! Let's do it!" Dan choked out. 

It had been his fantasy to watch as his lady love seduce another man. While he was powerfully turned on by the fantasy, he always said that he would never actually follow through with it unless they were in a far away city and it was with someone neither of them actually knew. He also insisted that Monica couldn't tell the other man her real name, so that he couldn't stalk her on Facebook or something later on. 

Monica could hardly contain her excitement as well. "Go sit over there at the bar and keep your eye on the balcony," Monica told him. 

Dan struggled to follow her instructions. It was taking everything he had to keep his cock from going completely hard. Luckily the jeans he was wearing were tight enough to restrain his cock somewhat. It was enough to keep his partially hardened cock contained so that nobody around them would know he was turned on. 

Dan sat down on a tall chair by the bar and ordered another glass of wine. Turning himself toward the balcony, he watched as Monica walked the long way over to the dance floor. She turned a bit and smiled down at him, knowing how wild he must feel. 

Dan was filled with emotions. He was exhilarated by what was happening. He was hotter than he had ever felt before but at the same time he felt a flair of embarrassment and fear. It was a rollercoaster of emotion that he couldn't control. Like a drug, Dan's own emotions were taking him for a crazy ride. He felt loved. But he felt humiliated. He felt excited. But he felt fear. He choked back on his wine, unable to understand what was happening inside of his mind, inside of his body. He had never felt anything like this before. 

Dan lost sight of Monica on the dance floor, but he knew that a woman as beautiful as she would have her pick of any guy in the bar. 

Dan had enough time to finish his glass of wine before he finally caught sight of Monica's red dress again. He had a sinking feeling of fear, matched with great excitement, as he thought he saw a glimpse of another man holding his beautiful lover. His heart was racing so fast that he could feel his pulse in his neck. His throat kept choking up and his fingers trembled. Yet, his cock was so hard that he didn't dare move or stand up. 

He watched intently as Monica led another man off the dance floor, down the balcony-way. She stopped half-way down the balcony, directly across the room from Dan. Then she turned and motioned the other man against the railing. Dan could see that he was tall and fit, but he wasn't really interested in seeing the other man. Dan's eyes were locked squarely into Monica's seductive gaze. 

Monica broke her eye contact with Dan for a moment and she looked straight into the eyes of the other man. Dan's body was losing control. His mind was racing. He loved Monica more than anyone else in the world. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. He felt humiliated that he had asked her to do this to him, but he absolutely loved the rush he was feeling. With so many extreme emotions occurring simultaneously, Dan found himself unable to move. 

His anticipation and fear reached near heart-attack levels as he watched Monica slowly move in to kiss the other man. 

It was earth shattering. He was more turned on than he had ever been before. At the same time, he felt as if the whole room full of people suddenly turned toward him in a moment of total embarrassment. His girlfriend, the woman he was supposed to keep satisfied and loyal to him, was standing in front of a whole crowd of people, locked in a passionate kiss with another man. 

Unable to look away, Dan continued to watch the heart wrenching display before him. Monica's eyes opened and her gaze was set directly toward Dan. With only one eye visible, Dan couldn't tell what Monica was feeling. 

Monica turned her kissing partner sideways for Dan to see the kinky, sexy, humiliating reality of what was taking place. As Monica's side became fully visible to him, Dan realized that the other man had a firm grasp on his lover's breast. Worse, shock spread through Dan's heart when he saw Monica lower her hand from the other man's shoulder... down his arm... down the side of his waist.. 'Surely she wouldn't,' Dan thought to himself in horror as Monica's hand slowly found its way to the other man's cock. As Dan watched her cupping him in her hand he felt as though his own cock might explode in his pants. He became acutely aware of the pre-cum dripping out of him like a leaking pipe. 

Dan knew he was rock hard and that if he stood up anyone nearby to him would be able to see his excitement. He couldn't handle any more of this, though. If he watched this for another moment or two he felt like he might cum in his pants. Dan leapt off the chair and hurried into the back corner for the staircase up to the balcony. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Monica saw her true love marching toward her. She broke her tongue lock with the other man and turned to walk away from him, never to give him a second thought. 

Monica hurried toward Dan on the far end of the balcony, while Dan raced toward her like an olympic athlete charging toward his gold medal. 

They looked into each others' eyes as they quickly moved toward each other. As they came face to face, Dan pulled her into him as tightly as he could. He wrapped his hands around her and lifted her upward. Monica jumped up into him and wrapped her arms and legs around his body. Her dress pulled open as if to welcome him into her body. Dan's hard cock pressed up against her as they aggressively pulled each other into the most passionate kiss either of them had ever experienced. They both skipped the typical warm up pecks and moved straight to a dance between their tongues. It was the most intimate kiss they had ever shared with each other. 

Dan held Monica in his arms for a moment while they kissed, all the while he could feel pre-cum oozing out of his cock. He couldn't survive this. He knew he wouldn't last the long ride home. He needed to hold her, he needed to feel her, he needed to penetrate her. Now. 

"Where can we go, Babycakes? What's this room?" Dan asked hurriedly. 

"Yes! Do it!" Monica responded. 

Still holding her in his arms, Dan pushed against the thick black door beside them. The room was a private area meant for parties and small receptions. Inside there were white leather couches, chairs, and a few small tables. There were small candle-type lights all around the room, and four large windows on the front of the room making it visible for anyone on the balcony. 

As they tripped over each other on their way into the room, Monica flicked off the light switch, making the room completely dark. Neither Monica nor Dan would take their body away from the other. They were holding each other like newlyweds, falling into their marriage bed for the first time. 

Pushing Monica down onto the first couch he could find, Dan tripped over her shoes as she kicked them off her bare feet. He fell slightly as his face found itself right in Monica's lap. Dan quickly placed a hand on each of her knees and ran his fingers quickly up over her silky smooth legs. Moving up into her dress, Dan locked either side of her sexy red thong that was surely dripping wet by now. Dan didn't wait for Monica to wiggle around to help him de-panty her. He aggressively pulled both sides of her thong, breaking the stitches along the left side. Dan pulled her panties away and tossed them across the room. 

He wanted her more than anything. With his face so close to her vagina, Dan found himself entranced by the beautiful, natural perfume coming from Monica's vagina. Never before had Monica been turned on enough to have any kind of an aroma. Tonight, though, she was so exhilerated, so enchanted, that her body gave off an aroma so delicious that Dan couldn't have passed it up even if he wanted to. He dove into her vagina with his mouth. When he felt her dripping wet vagina on his lips, his tongue, his chin... Dan felt as if he was having an orgasm. 

He licked her passionately. She tasted like a champagne made personally for him and nobody else - even though another man had played a role in making her this wet and delicious. 

Dan licked her vigorously as other party-goers could be heard walking by the windows only six feet behind them. The door had no lock and Dan realized that someone could walk in at any moment to find his face buried in the intimacy of his beautiful love. He couldn't even entertain the thought of pulling his face away from her deliciousness. He not only continued licking her, but began taking as much of her cum into his mouth as possible, swallowing her intoxicating champagne. 

Monica moaned out as a crowd of people loudly walked by the door to their room. She knew they might be able to see inside the room, so she pulled her dress over Dan's head as he pleasured her. 

It took only moments before Monica was gushing with cum. Not wanting her to soak through her dress at the club, Dan did his best to swallow every drop that he could. But that was a futile effort. She hadn't been this excited ever before - and that was surely showing. 

When Monica finished cumming, Dan jumped up and pulled her dress over her head, tossing it onto the table beside them. He fumbled with his shoes, desperately trying to get them off so that his pants could finally be removed to unleash his leaking cock. Getting his clothes off now, he lifted Monica's leg with one hand as he thrust himself into her warm vagina. He hadn't bothered to fish around for a condom and was too excited to pull himself out for anything. 

Dan pounded himself into her. His balls made a slapping noise as they repeatedly crashed into her body. He kept thrusting and thrusting, feeling the weight of everything that had happened. It didn't take long at all before he was ready to cum. He knew he wasn't supposed to do this, but he was too turned on. Dan was going to fill Monica up with his cum. Her vagina was about to be stuffed with the biggest load of sperm she had ever have imagined. 

Then, at the last possible minute, Monica broke her silence "Stop. You have to wait until we get home," she said between moans. 




Santa Monica



"No! Babycakes! I can't go soft unless I cum, I can't even function until I cum. I'm too wound up to wait any longer!" Dan begged her. 

"I know," she said simply with a smile. 

Dan felt absolutely tortured by this. His cock had almost cum as soon as he penetrated her he was so horny. How on earth he would ever manage to go soft was a complete mystery if not an outright impossibility. He refused to listen to his lady love and stayed deep inside of her while he considered his options. 

Monica pushed back on his hips and pulled away with her own, causing his dripping, soaked, cock to feel neglected and alone. 

As Dan held back tears of desperation, frustration, and excitement, Monica pulled her dress back over her little body. 

It took her a moment but she finally coaxed Dan back into his clothes. Zipping up his jeans proved to be difficult over his cock. 

"Babycakes, I can't go out there. Everyone will see that I'm hard," he complained.

"Don't worry," she told him, "there's a back door at the bottom of the stairs. Worst case scenario, only 3 or 4 people see that you're hard." She teased him playfully, knowing that what she was saying had a very real possibility of coming to reality. 

Monica abandoned her wet panties and quickly dashed out of the room. Dan, hard cock poking out of his jeans, followed her in a sexually frustrated embarrassment. As Monica rounded the corner to the staircase, she met a group of three young women heading up the stairs. She giggled to herself, knowing that Dan would have to awkwardly walk by the women with his cock protruding from his pants. She paused for a moment and listened to a gasp, followed by giggles. She let out a laugh of her own as Dan grabbed her butt-cheek and pushed her forward. "Thanks alot, Badness!" He said, sounding totally embarrassed. 

They were easily able to slip out the backdoor of the club, and found themselves in a dark street corner devoid of human activity. Monica fluttered around for her blackberry, which could be anywhere, so that she could call a cab. She turned and saw the look of hormones, stress, fear, embarrassment, excitement, love, and affection in Dan's eyes. She kissed him once again, as her stomach was prodded by his still hardened cock. 

Giggling now she said "Just stand behind me and hide your wang in my butt-cheeks until the cab comes." Dan was thankful for the offer to hide his excitement, though a tad embarrassed. 

On the cab ride home, Monica sat as close to her lover as possible. Dan whispered into her ear "I can't believe you grabbed his cock!" Monica kissed his neck, and put her lips right up to his ear and said "I have a new nickname for you when we're playing kinky games." She sounded sensual, loving, but cruel. "What is it?" he asked. 

"Medium," Monica said with a hint of meanness in her voice. 

"What do you mean?" Dan was confused. 

"His was big, honey," Monica said in her teasing voice. 

"So you... you're Medium..." as she whispered the nickname in Dan's ear she rested her hand directly onto his cock. 

The only response she received from Dan was a wide-jawed gasp. 

Dan had never felt more humiliated, excited, nor turned on in his life. One thing was for sure, as soon as they got back into her bed, Dan was going to put one massive load of cum, deep into Monica's body. At least, as deep as he could get. 

Part III _____________________________

They arrived home that night after the longest cab ride of Dan's life. Monica had caressed his cock the whole ride home and he was still absolutely desperate to cum. As they walked into the home, Dan noticed that Monica's hair and dress were still completely sexified. As they approached the front door, the lights from the house showed something unexpected. Dan wasn't sure what it was that he had seen so he scanned Monica once more. 

He couldn't help but laugh a little when he realized what he had seen. "Monica, let me help you out here..." Dan said lovingly. 

"What do you mean?" She asked. 

Dan leaned forward and kissed Monica above her breast. He kissed lower, and lower, onto her breast. Kissing down until his mouth encompassed her nipple. It seems that Dan wasn't the only one giving a bit of a show on their way out of the club. In her haste to leave, Monica had run off with her nipple exposed. 

Dan gently kissed her nipple, allowing it to harden in his mouth. Monica's breathing became more rapid with gentle moans of enjoyment as Dan caressed her body. After a few intimate moments, Dan released her breasts and covered her up with her dress. Smiling at each other like teenage lovers, they opened the front door and were off to Monica's bedroom. 

Inside the bedroom, Monica tossed her dress into the laundry bin. She stood before Dan completely naked. She hadn't been wearing a bra all evening and her panties were still laying on the floor at the club. She spun around and went into the bathroom to put on something else to wear. 

While Monica found some nightclothes in the bathroom, Dan undressed and started looking for some nightclothes of his own. Looking around, Dan couldn't find any of his boxers. He scanned the room and found that his laundry was missing. Without anything else to wear, and with his boxers from that evening drenched in pre-cum, Dan laid down on the bed completely naked. 

Monica emerged from the bathroom looking as radiant as ever. She was wearing her new lingerie, a sexy purple top that was made of a soft mesh fabric. The shirt lightly supported her breasts and was see-through enough for Dan to really appreciate the magnificence of her womanly figure. On the bottom, Monica was wearing new full-bottom silk panties with a matching strap running around her waist. Dan had picked out the lingerie, but had no clue what the holding-strap really was, or if it was comfortable. The strap held up matching purple nylons covering her glistening legs. 

Dan may not have known what the lingerie was, but it didn't take long for him to congratulate himself on his purchases. The very sight of Monica standing before him made his cock stiffen outward like a Great Dane. 

Monica stood with a smile on her face as Dan admired her beautiful body. 

Dan couldn't control his heart rate as his mind replayed the image over and over again of Monica gazing down on him from the balcony, locking lips with another man. In a sense, Dan felt completely conquered by Monica. Yet, he also felt that he could never ask for a better partner. She indulged his fantasies, which filled him with love and thankfulness. 

The never-ending rollercoaster of emotions took a tight hold of Dan's entire being and forced him to endure a burning sense of humiliation and embarrassment. He felt as though he didn't have a single blade of armor left upon him. He laid there completely exposed, vulnerable, conquered, and defenseless to Monica. Nobody else in this world had ever experienced him in such a state, and nobody else ever would for as long as he lived. 

Monica walked over to her lover and laid down into his arms. They pulled the duvet over their bodies as Dan pulled Monica closer into him. He was so turned on by her that he needed the constant touch and intimacy that only she could provide for him. Dan's emotions were running wild. The complexity of his emotions even dampened his desire to cum. While he was still desperate for release, he took a comforting satisfaction in his present state of severe arousal. There was something inexplicably sexy about the way his arousal forced him into Monica's submission. He was content to allow her the right to decide what would happen next. 

As they laid there, Dan fondled Monica's breasts, much the same way that he had seen another man do that evening. He felt closer to her than he had ever felt before. It was a feeling he didn't want to pass quickly, if ever at all. 

Monica's head was resting on his shoulder when she looked up at him and spoke "Are you glad we acted out your fantasy, Medium?" 

Dan could tell that Monica really enjoyed teasing him with this new nickname she had given him. He blushed from embarrassment. Teasing him about his wang would have penetrated all of his armor. But here he lay completely defenseless. The power that Monica displayed was tantalizing. 

The only response that Dan could muster was rife with emotion "It was sooooo hot, Babycakes!" 

Although she was teasing him and had been slightly unfaithful that night, Monica truly loved Dan and would never do anything to hurt him. They both deeply understood this true loyalty between them. It was this understanding that allowed them to partake in sexy games that other couples could never possibly experience. Theirs was a higher plain of intimacy and affection. 

They kissed and cuddled, rubbing each other's bodies, and staring into each others eyes, for what could have been minutes or hours. They were too excited to notice the passage of time. Dan's body squirmed uncontrollably from Monica's gentle touches. His cock pulsated with desires for her. 

Monica firmly grabbed his cock and began jerking him. Dan was unable to speak or to move as she brought him closer to that orgasm he so desperately needed. She watched his state of arousal for the tell tale signs that her man was about to cum. When an orgasm seemed imminent, Monica released his cock. 

"Not tonight, Medium," she said with a cruel wink. 

Dan rolled around the bed as if he were in physical pain. Monica playfully rolled herself onto him, to stop him from breaking the contact between their bodies. 

"Please let me cum, Babycakes! I need it soooo badly right now," he begged her. 

"Not tonight, Medium," Monica said teasingly. 

Dan tried another tactic "But... Babycakes, I think the maid or someone took my laundry. I don't have any boxers to sleep in and if I don't cum, my wang will drip pre-cum all over the sheets. And I won't be able to sleep with my hard cock constantly being rubbed and teased by everything it touches throughout the night. Please, Monica?" 

Dan knew he was in for trouble when that teasing, playful expression appeared once again on Monica's face. 

"If you need something to sleep in, Medium, you can always borrow a pair of my panties for the night," she laughed at her latest tease. 

Dan was shocked and couldn't even offer a response. He collapsed into the pillow behind him. He had never been so horny in his life. He doubted he would get a wink of sleep that night, but he loved what Monica was doing to him. He found Monica's suggestion humiliating yet arousing. But he definitely wasn't going to take her up on it. 

Monica then laughed, lovingly, and grabbed onto his cock once again. She jerked him hard this time. It took him less than 60 seconds before he was ready to cum. Once again, Monica slowly released him. As a wave of sexual frustration ran throughout Dan's body, he moaned in torment. Monica giggled, her face only an inch from his. This was rapidly becoming her favorite way to tease him. 

She kissed him softly on his lips and whispered to him once more "I told you, Medium, you can't cum for three days. And the maid didn't take your boxers... I hid them on you." 

"What?!" Dan asked in surprise. 

Laughing, Monica replied "I want to see what it does to you to have your cock bouncing around in your pants after days of torture and orgasm denial."

Dan was in agony. But it was the most fun he'd ever had in his life! 

Monica whispered again "Go to sleep now, Baby." 

She turned and shut off the small lamp at her bedside. She was about to roll back toward her lover, but his arousal didn't allow him to wait for her. Monica smiled to herself as she felt Dan's body instinctively following hers over to the other side of the bed. Finally, she had turned him into the puppy dog she had teased him about early on in their relationship. 

As Dan laid there, his cock dripping pre-cum onto the back of Monica's panties, he whispered "I love you." 

"I love you, too," she answered. 

Dan could feel her slowly falling asleep in his arms when she spoke once more. "Baby... before we leave California, will you get a tattoo on your hip that says Mr. Monica Kelly?" She was teasing him, of course, but in a way, there was a truthful element of inquisition in her words. 

So horny and filled with love for his beautiful girlfriend, Dan responded happily "For you, I really will... as long as you get one that says 'Dan' in it." He said with a laugh. 

"It's a deal," Monica said teasingly. "I hope you enjoy watching the male tattoo artist pull down my panties to put your mark on me, Medium." Monica laughed cruelly once again. Making Dan jealous and embarrassed was too fun to pass up.

After more kissing and cuddling, Monica fell asleep in his arms. And Dan continued to hold her all night long. 

Part IV ____________________________________

It was beginning to feel like a recurring malignancy in Dan's morning routine when he once again awoke with a leaning tower of penis. After all the teasing and torture, Monica still had not given Dan the satisfaction his body craved so completely. The only respite he found on this particular morning was that Monica had not woken first to play with his cock while he slept. 

Dan's eyes hurt a bit from exhaustion. He didn't get much sleep the night before because his throbbing cock had kept him awake for hours. He had held Monica in his arms all night, with his cock bouncing around and poking at the back of Monica's sexy panties. When he awoke, his still hardened cock was squarely pressed up against Monica's body. 

Dan realized that in his sleep he had reached around Monica's body and had gently cupped her breast. Evidently, he had held her all night. He leaned forward to kiss her shoulder when he caught a glimpse of the smile on Monica's face. She looked content and peaceful - and a little bit aroused - Dan wondered if she was finally having an intimate sex dream about the two of them together. 

He decided to just lay there beside his lady love, tightly holding her in his arms. 

Dan decided it was time for a little pay-back for some of the torture he had received from Monica over the last few days. His balls were swollen, full of cum, and he hadn't been able to go fully soft for days. It was time to give Monica a taste of her own antics. The only question is, how exactly do you get revenge on a woman who has tormented your cock and forced you to endure blue balls for days? There isn't exactly an obvious method for reciprocation on a woman. 

He smirked to himself while he considered his options. He could try to tease her vagina, but her intimate parts were buried between her legs and weren't accessible. His only other option really would be her breasts. Dan giggled and decided to go for it, even though he knew Monica would wake up rather quickly. 

He placed his face on her neck, right below her ear, while he softly kissed her tender skin. With his hand wrapped around her body, he began slowly rolling her nipple back and forth, over and over. In her sleep, Monica moaned gently with pleasure. Dan moved from her right breast down to her left breast to inflict more of a tease on this sleeping beauty. 

With both of her nipples hard now, Dan was feeling more adventurous. He could hardly contain his giggles as he conspired to roll her onto her back to bring those wonderful breasts into his mouth. This would be the perfect way to get her back for jerking his cock while he slept, Dan thought. 

Ever so carefully, Dan rolled Monica onto her back after motioning his body out from behind hers. 

He had her just where he wanted her now. Dan took great pride in his plan when his gentle kisses on Monica's skin motivated her to move her legs upward and apart, as if her body were drawing him into hers. His little game was surely having a bodily effect on her. 

Dan leaned in and kissed her gently on her warm, soft lips. He slid his fingers inside her new lingerie to expose her breast. Massaging her gently, he lowered his mouth to bring her nipple inside. He began suckling her, but it didn't take long before he was flicking his tongue over her. Monica began moaning in her sleep once again. Her legs became restless. As Dan moved to expose her second breast, Monica awoke mid-moan. 

"Mmmm what are you doing to me?" She asked with a wide smile. 

"I'm just teasing you," he replied. 

"Keep going, I like it!" She said with a laugh. 

Dan wasn't sure if that meant his teasing Monica had been a success or a failure, since she wanted more. One thing he knew for sure, he was more than happy to keep Monica's breasts front and center for him to play with. With great enthusiasm, he continued. 

** After they got their day started, Dan and Monica were off to the beach. They had dinner plans with her parents later on that evening, but they had not yet taken the opportunity to enjoy the warm California sun. 

Monica found an old two piece bathing suit in her room, which she covered up with a cute beach skirt and a shirt. At Dan's request, she only fastened a single button, the one directly below her bustline, of course. 

Dan, on the other hand, didn't have a bathing suit. All that he had was a pair of khaki shorts - with no boxers, since Monica still hadn't returned them to him. 

"Come on, Babycakes, I can't go to the beach all horny like this without boxers. I'll be a walking hard-on and everyone will see," Dan complained. 

"You should have thought of that before you asked me to put my boobs on display like this," Monica laughed. "You'll be fine. Just think of it as an exercise in developing higher mental control over your body." 

"Don't let your body control you, Dan, let your mind be in control," Monica teased as she reached over to pat his balls.

** When they arrived at the beach, Monica found a nice little cove where they could spend a few hours in solitude. Feeling adventurous, Monica tossed off her top. While Dan was making himself comfortable on a blanket on the sand, he was confused when something mysterious landed on his back. Thinking he was being attacked by some unknown California beach dwelling creature, he spun around quickly, tossing the object off to his side. 

He looked up at giggling Monica and was pleasantly surprised to find her perfectly shaped breasts were fully exposed. The object at his side was none other than her bikini top. 

"Well, you're feeling a little naughty today, I see," Dan said to her. 

"I want to get a tan on my boobs," Monica said with closed eyes and a wide mouthed grin. 

Monica laid on her back beside Dan. Feeling the build up of several days worth of cum in his balls, Dan was forced to lay on his stomach to bury his cock in the sand. 

About ten minutes past as they laid peacefully in the warm sun, listening to the waves splashing all around them. It was a heavenly paradise that Dan felt he simply couldn't fully appreciate until he lessened the sexual tension in his body. 

He hopped up to his feet and unzipped his shorts, dropping them down onto the blanket. He stood hovering above Monica's sexy body wearing nothing but sunglasses. Monica looked up at his swollen cock and asked him "What are you doing?" with a laugh. 

"Oh, you'll see!" Dan responded.

He grabbed a hold of his cock and began jerking himself over Monica's body. 

"If you cum on my face or in my hair, I swear I will lock you in a chastity belt for a month!" Monica warned. 

"I won't," he told her. "I'm just going to cum on your boobs. And probably your stomach." 

Monica laughed playfully and lifted her upper body, bringing her breasts closer to him. Dan lowered down onto his knees over her legs. Vigorously jerking his cock, Dan was getting closer and closer to that elusive orgasm he has needed for days. 

Monica looked straight up into his eyes, looking as beautiful as ever, and told him "Cum on me, lover." 




Santa Monica



"I'm going to," he replied as his breathing intensified. 

"Just make sure you save some for tonight," she said with a wink. 

"Trust me, Babycakes, I have enough in these balls to cum six times today." 

He jerked his cock like never before. After pumping up and down for several minutes, his cock began shooting blobs of cum all over Monica's breasts and stomach. His orgasm was intense. He continued pumping his cock as his legs twitched beneath him. His cum splattered across Monica's right breast, completely covering her 'C' cup, and dripped down onto her abdomen. 

"Mmm, baby, that was hot!!" Monica moaned. 

Dan had never felt so relieved to have an orgasm. It was desperately needed. His body felt more relaxed, his sexual frustrations had been alleviated, and he no longer felt like Monica's enslaved lap dog. It was a new feeling of freedom that he truly appreciated. 

With that, the two of them were off to the water to wash away all of that cum. 

**

Later that evening, Dan and Monica were off to dinner with her parents at an upscale restaurant. The decor of the restaurant was inspired both by traditional Japanese style and contemporary American culture. Each table was enclosed in a small room with thin, white class walls. On either side of the table there were two small leather couches that were low to the floor. The table was slightly higher than usual. Though, it wasn't a continuous platform. Each individual at the table was able to determine the elevation of their own section. It was a unique concept that Dan had never seen before. 

The elevations of the table and the couches made for a unique element to the dinner. Monica was able to have full access to Dan's cock and balls without her parents being able to see their lower bodies. And she took full liberty of that fact. 

The conversation was easy going, mostly. Dan felt a bit nervous with her parents. There's something about looking a man in the eye after you've penetrated his daughter that Dan found a bit unnerving. Though there was also a certain pride to be had, given that Monica is such a great catch. 

Dan was asking Monica's father about their family business, which he had started up as a young man in his 30s. Monica listened half-heartedly, having no real interest in the family business. She was feeling slightly bored with the conversation about business and the same old family stories she had heard a million times before. As Dan continued to speak with her parents, she placed her hand onto his junk. Gently pushing his legs apart, Monica gave herself greater access to his balls. 

The restaurant's dress code had required Dan to wear more formal pants than jeans. The thin cotton fabric didn't leave much protection for his balls. Monica was easily able to fully cup his sensitive area in her hand. As Dan continued to speak, Monica could tell that he was growing nervous about what she was doing under the table. 

She held her composure perfectly, never betraying her naughty behavior to her parents. She waited until Dan was in mid-sentence when she finally had her fun. Dan didn't see it coming. As he spoke, Monica suddenly squeezed his balls aggressively. The shock of the sudden pain sent a jolt through his body. Monica's mother raised an eyebrow at Dan's sudden movement, but he was able to pull it together and continue speaking. 

Monica, though, revealing a hint of a devious smile, continued to gently fondle his balls. Rolling them around in her hand, leaving Dan in a state of fear over when she might strike next. 

She continued to play this game for a few more moments. Monica loved the fact that Dan was growing anxious with the uncertainty. She held his most intimate parts in her hand and had the power to embarrass him, hurt him, and even control him. It was a fun game. Even for Dan it was fun, though he couldn't exactly admit to it at the time. 

Monica clenched his balls one more time before moving on to his cock. As Dan continued to speak about business with her parents, Monica began rubbing his soft penis. It was actually the first time that Monica had ever felt his penis when it was completely soft. Dan has a well-formed penis, slightly longer than average and ample thickness. Though, for some reason, he never actually let Monica play with, or see, his penis when it was soft. 

Rubbing it with her fingers, Monica was intrigued by the softness of his wang. She wasn't sure how something so hard and thick could develop out of something so floppy. It was an interesting experience for Monica. She looked up at Dan's eyes and she could see his face was turning flush. She realized that Dan was very embarrassed to have her touching his soft wang. His embarrassment, though, gave her an odd sense of amusement. 

It didn't take long before Dan's cock was completely hard in his pants. Monica then took the palm of her hand and began rubbing it around on the head of Dan's penis, through his pants. Dan was getting noticeably frustrated. Rubbing his cock head like this was a sure-fire way to make his penis feel frustrated. A frustrated cock throbs with desire, which is exactly what Monica wanted from him. 

Dan was growing increasingly nervous. The more Monica turned him on, the more pre-cum he would leak into his pants. Monica still hadn't given him back his boxers to wear, so his erection was a serious issue for Dan, in the middle of a restaurant. He was beginning to feel so desperate that he almost regretted his decision to turn down Monica's offer of panties for the evening - which she had suggested teasingly. 

In that moment, Dan decided he was determined to get Monica back for what she was doing to him. 

After dinner, Dan had a very awkward walk back to the family SUV. He had to both carry Monica's purse and hide behind her to cover up the pre-cum stains on the front of his pants. Carrying her purse through the restaurant was an emasculating exercise that garnered more than a few giggles from other men. 

Sitting in the back seat of the SUV, it was revenge time. Monica was wearing a sexy little dress, with bare legs, and a black lacey thong underneath. Dan sat as close to her as he could. He waited for Monica's mother to turn on the radio, giving him the cover of background noise. Then he gently rested his hand on Monica's thigh, slowly moving upward toward her panties. Monica looked over at Dan with surprise, she hadn't expected this, but she did nothing to stop or discourage him. 

Dan slid his fingers up to her thong. Then, he crept inside of her panties with one finger, finding his way to her vagina. He ran his finger up and down her opening, just to tease her. After a brief moment, Dan felt her beginning to get wet. He slid his finger just barely inside of her, just enough to be a tease. Then he pulled up toward her crest where he found her clit. His fingertip had been dampened by her wetness, which allowed him to move slowly around her clitoris. 

Monica's body began moving around the seat restlessly. Dan could see her nipples hardening and her breath became erratic. He knew his finger was having a big effect on her. Which only encouraged him to work twice as hard. He wanted her to feel the same sense of powerlessness that she had instilled in him at the restaurant. 

Dan continued to play with her clitoris until he knew she couldn't handle any more. Monica looked deep into his eyes with a gaze that told of her dilemma. She wanted to cum, but couldn't hide an orgasm in the backseat while her parents sat in the front. They would surely hear everything. On the other hand, she couldn't stand the thought of not being able to cum. Though her decision was clear, Dan made it for her when he pulled his finger out of her panties, leaving her to squirm for the rest of the ride home. 

**

Back at the house, Monica's parents sat down in the living room for a glass of wine. Their supply in the living room was running low, so they asked Dan to go down to the wine cellar to pick out another bottle or two for the evening. Monica was kind enough, and horny enough, to accompany Dan down to the cellar. 

They didn't even make it half-way down the stairs before they were all over each other. Monica was clenching Dan's cock in her hand, Dan was grasping her breast in his right hand, her butt in his left. Their lips were entangled in a tornado of affection. They practically tripped over each other the whole way down the staircase. When they finally made it to the bottom of the stairs, Dan gently laid Monica back on the stairs while he reached up and pulled her panties off her body. He quickly dropped his pants and exposed himself to her flesh. 

Dan positioned himself while Monica lifted up the back of her dress. She laid half on her side, half on her stomach, with her legs spread slightly apart as Dan suddenly penetrated her vagina. She was face down on the wooden staircase in a precarious, semi-doggy style position. Dan thrusted quickly and hard into her. They were only supposed to be gone for a few moments, they didn't have much time. 

Both of them were so excited and on edge that they were moving rapidly toward orgasms. Suddenly, they heard Monica's parents moving around at the top of the stairs. At any moment, they could be caught in the act. Monica moaned with pleasure as Dan began thrusting harder, faster into her body. Dan reached down and placed his hand on hers, holding her tightly. Monica locked her fingers onto his. They both knew that they were deeply in love and shared these gifts of intimacy with one another to express that love. 

Monica reached her orgasm first, letting loose with an audible moan and a sudden rush of wetness. Dan was only seconds behind her when Monica frantically pulled her body away. Turning over with his cock still inside of her, Monica said "Cum in my mouth!"  

Dan knew that Monica had never allowed another man to cum in her mouth before, and he considered this to be yet another sign of the intimacy between them. He was excited to take her up on this new offer of closeness. 

He pulled his cock out of her vagina and and stood upright, waiting for her to welcome him inside of her yet again. Monica sat on the bottom steps now and placed her hand at the base of his cock before bringing his head inside of her. She felt a sense of excitement as she tasted her own cum on his cock. 

Monica gently sucked him, flicking her tongue over his head every so often, until she brought him to orgasm in her mouth. She felt his cock begin to twitch, then it became even more erect and solid, before finally spurting globs of cum into her mouth. Monica was excited. It was the first time she had tasted cum. She looked up into Dan's eyes lovingly, his cock still barely in her mouth, as she swallowed his cum. 

Dan quickly put his pants back on as Monica hopped one leg at a time back into her panties. With that, they were off to the cellar for some wine. 

As they walked into the cellar, both could feel a strong desire for more connectivity between them. Dan turned to Monica and said "You know, I can't help but notice that this table here is about the same height as..." 

"You are a naughty, naughty man, Dan Aiken," Monica said laughingly. 

Dan leaved over and began kissing her passionately. Monica instinctively kissed back with even greater gusto. Dan motioned her over toward the table. She jumped upward as Dan helped to lift her onto the table and rest her onto her back. He pushed her dress up to her waist, her panties off to one side, and penetrated her once more. 

Normally, Dan wouldn't be up for round 2 right after an orgasm. But because he had been kept wanting for days, he had an ample supply of libido and sperm to unload. 

Dan held her legs in his arms as he slowly made love to his beautiful partner. Thrusting deep inside of her body, Dan leaned forward, pushing Monica's legs back up to her shoulders. The further back he pushed her legs, the deeper inside of her his cock was able to touch. He pushed her backward and began rapidly pushing in, pulling out, pushing in, and moving around circularly inside of her. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her, leaving just the tip inside her as a tease. 

He slowly teased Monica with the tip of his cock for a few moments. Then, without warning, Dan suddenly thrust his thick cock deep inside of her over and over and over again as Monica orgasmed.

"I love you, Babycakes," Dan said as Monica's vagina tightened and clamped on his wang. 

Within minutes, Monica was cumming once again. Her orgasm seduced Dan's cock into cumming inside of her. 

"I love you more than anything, Dan," she said to him as his sperm shot into her. 

As they stood up once again, Dan put his pants back on. Monica suddenly realized that her panties were drenched with their cum. She couldn't possibly wear them upstairs on the couch. Dan picked out the wine they had come for, while Monica slide off her panties. She had no choice but to sneak them upstairs so her parents wouldn't see. 

Monica bunched up the panties into her hand and headed back up the stairs. Dan smugly smiled as he examined Monica's body. There was no hiding it, she had sexified hair, her dress was all mangled around - she had clearly been having sex. And just like she had squeezed his balls, causing him embarrassment, in front of her parents - Dan was about to return the favor. He walked slowly behind Monica as she entered the living room, wet panties in hand, past her parents with her obviously sexed up body. Dan loved it. The perfect revenge.



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Scary Stories



Scary stories, huh? You guys want scary stories. All right then, I've got one for you, and I hope you enjoy it because you probably won't be sleeping for a while after I tell it. And no, it's not going to be like one of those damned urban legends that your friends are always sending you links to in your e-mail. You see, this is a true story of what happened to me and my cousin Dawood back in 2005.

Back then we were living in Egypt. I really love Cairo. It's a great city, it really is, but since we hardly had any money, we wound up staying in one of the many poor neighborhoods that all you Euro-American tourists never really see. So me and my cousin were always trying to think of ways we could make some extra money to get out of the slums. Usually it meant taking the occasional odd job here or there, but Dawood... he liked to think big. He always had some 'get rich' scheme going through his head. Not that any of them ever worked, mind you, but that never stopped him.

Anyway, as it turns out, I started dating this really cute Palestinian girl from the West Bank. The thing was, she had more money than either of us; a LOT more money in fact. You might recognize her last name if I were to write it. Her family was really famous in the region, and they owned a lot of businesses both in Palestine and other countries like Jordan, Syria and yes, even Egypt. And fortunately, they really must have taken a liking to me, because they set me up with a job in the city and everything. Things weren't great, mind you, but they were considerably better than they had been.

But that wasn't good enough for Dawood. No, he wouldn't settle for anything short of having as much money, fame and power as humanly possible. So when I tried to get him a job too, my asshole of a cousin turned it down and embarrassed both of us. I was pretty pissed at him for that. But my girlfriends' brother had other ideas. He took Dawood aside and told him about another surefire way to make a lot of money... quickly and off the radar, so to speak.

Now, you probably know about Israel's blockade of the Gaza Strip. And you've probably even heard about the tunnels that smugglers use to transport goods past the Israelis. It turns out there is quite the black market in Palestine these days. People will spend huge amounts of cash just to buy cigarettes, movies, clothing, just about anything really. Or at least, those Palestinians who still have any money. And people who smuggle goods into the country -- both Palestinians and other nationalities - stand to make quite a tidy little profit at their expense.

In case you haven't figured it out yet, I was really against the idea. And it wasn't just ethical concerns either. Part of the reason that smugglers who ran the Israeli blockade could get away with charging those kind of fees was because it was dangerous. There was a very real risk of getting arrested, or more likely, simply being shot on the spot. Not to mention the fact that other smugglers were just as likely to try offing you as the border patrol. So I told Dawood that I didn't want any part of this, but he just kept pressuring me.

"Just one run," he said, "Then we'd be rich enough to retire. Trust me on this!"

If you have a cousin, or younger sibling, then you probably know how these things go all too well. Eventually, I just wound up giving in to him. I'm not even sure how it happened, really, but the next thing I knew, we were setting up for our first (and presumably only) run across the border into the Gaza Strip.

Somehow, Dawood managed to track down a really cheap old station wagon. He said it was preferable, since it had lots of space in back for storing our cargo (in this case, a huge stash of stolen cigarettes). That may have been true, but it was hardly an elegant looking vehicle. The once white paint had been corroded away, leaving irregular patches of rusty brown, and there were several dents here and there indicating where it had been through car accidents. And then there was the smell inside of it... But I guess decades of exposure to the harsh environment out in the Egyptian countryside will do that.

Since we were going to do an overland crossing from the Sinai, we made our way out there on the night of the new moon. Some of you out there might be thinking this was some sort of religious thing, or an old Arab superstition, but it's not. It was just a matter of pragmatism; no moon meant it was the darkest night of month. After choosing a suitable camp site and loading ourselves down with some emergency supplies in case we broke down or ran out of gas, we slowly started to creep towards the forbidden border.

Driving on half-forgotten back roads in the Middle East is no small challenge, especially when you have your headlights off to avoid attracting attention. We had to go very slowly indeed, but then, you also have to consider what would have happened to us if we were to get caught. Unfortunately, as exciting as this might sound to you sitting comfortably in front of your computer at home, it was mostly just boring. Boring and monotonous.

Dawood popped in an old tape of some Egyptian pop singers. Yes, people were still listening to cassette tapes in some parts of the world even in 2005. But this did little to relieve the boredom, as it was the same sort of poppy love songs over and over again. Finally, I got so tired of it that I popped out the tape and tossed it out the window. Dawood was a little pissed at me, so we just wound up driving in utter silence for what seemed like an eternity.

I don't know how long things went on like that, but as I felt myself beginning to drift off, I suddenly saw a dark figure walk out onto the road in front of us. I don't think that Dawood saw it, because he didn't seem to be making any effort to avoid it. 

"Look out," I screamed, causing Dawood to veer off the road, just missing a collision with this mysterious figure.

As we sped past it... him... whatever it was, I looked over and saw that it seemed to be an old man wearing a dark colored gelabiyya. I remember being confused as to what the hell he was doing out there in the middle of nowhere.

"Shit," exclaimed Dawood, "What the hell was that?"

"I don't know," I shrugged, "But maybe we should go back. You almost hit him. I mean... he could be hurt or something."

"Oh! Hell no! What if he's Israeli! What if he's fucking IDF! Do you want to get us killed!"

"I don't think he's IDF," I replied, "I mean they don't go out walking alone. Wouldn't they have stopped us by now? Besides he looked like he was Arab."

"Yeah," Dawood snorted, "That's so much better, isn't it? So instead of getting arrested we'd just wind up getting shot by the Egyptian cops!"

"Dude, he's wearing a fucking gelabiyya. I don't think he's border patrol or anything. Probably just some old man. We really should make sure he's okay!"

Something I said must have finally gotten through to Dawood, because he wound up making a u-turn and driving back to check on the old man we nearly ran over. I really wish that he hadn't.

When we finally got back there, the old man was still standing in the same spot, completely motionless. He seemed to be unfazed by our car coming back around. It really freaked us out, actually. Dawood nervously pulled alongside of him and rolled down his window.

"Merhaba," he said, "Sorry about almost hitting you back there. We honestly didn't even see you. Are you okay?"

The man said nothing. He simply stared at us with a blank expression on his face.

" Are you okay," Dawood repeated.

He was starting to get a little angry. I could tell by the tone in his voice.

"Maybe he's deaf," I said.

"Like he can't hear us?"

The man looked over at me, as if to acknowledge that he could in fact hear us. I don't know, there was just something spooky about the whole situation. And it was just then that I noticed there was something... off about this man. Not just his behavior, but his appearance too. His eyes, his nose, his mouth... all of it seemed somehow weird and out of proportion. Like he wasn't a real person or something. But what happened next really freaked us out.

The man leaned over into the car and grinned at us... not a friendly smile, no. More like a menacing grin as if he knew something that we didn't. The man's face started to twist and contort, taking on a truly horrific appearance. His mouth kept stretching inhumanly wide, and his eyes seemed to get bigger, as if they were about to pop out of his head.

"I am them," he said in a monotone voice, "And they are coming! Soon they will be here, and so will I!"

Needless to say, we were completely freaked out by this point. Dawood just put his foot to the pedal, speeding off. Too terrified to say anything, I looked back to see if we'd left the man (if it could even be called that) behind us. To my shock, there was nothing back there. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air. I didn't have much time to think about it, because suddenly there were lights in the sky, and damn were they bright. Bright enough to light up the whole freaking desert. That was when Dawood really started to freak out.

"Shit," he said, "It's the IDF! They're coming for us!"

He started to go faster, swerving over the barely used road and hitting every bump along the way. I was afraid we were going to crash or something. But I was more afraid of the lights... you see, they weren't helicopter lights. I don't know what they were, but they weren't making any sound, and they were going faster than anything I'd ever seen before. And they just kept following us, as if they were waiting... waiting for something. Or maybe waiting for us to do something.

Everything got really weird after that. I don't know how long we drove along that road, trying to get away from whatever the hell those lights were, but at some point everything just stopped. Abruptly. We just stopped moving, and a blindingly white light filled the car.

That was it. I don't know what happened in that whole time, because when I woke up, it was day again and I was back in Cairo, still safely inside of the car. Groggily, I turned over and looked toward the driver's seat. Dawood was nowhere to be found. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw what looked to be the reflection of a man sitting behind me in the rearview mirror. Not just any man, but the creepy guy that we had seen the night before. And he was still laughing. Jolted awake by fear, I turned around only to see that the seat was (thankfully) empty.

I don't pretend to know what happened that night, and I'm not sure that I want to either. Dawood turned up a couple of days later, wandering through the backstreets of Cairo. He's never been the same since then. In fact, he still won't talk about what happened on that night. He doesn't even go out of the apartment after dark either. And me? I'm still plagued by nightmares of spindly, insect-like beings hovering over me, horrific machines and a white light that singes away flesh.

Dear God, what happened on that strange and terrible night?



Secret Kisses



Stephanie felt the young woman's soft hand on hers and almost trembled. "I'd love that," she answered right away, much to her surprise. "I'll see if my mother is available to watch Benjamin."

"We can meet at Peter's Pub. It's not far from my place on Rosewood Lane."

"Okay, I'm sure I can make it," Stephanie said, deciding to call a babysitter if her mother wasn't available.

The following Friday, Stephanie drove to the pub to meet Kelly. When she entered, she looked around in the dark restaurant and saw Kelly sitting in a back booth waving her hand. Then with a bright smile, she made her way to the booth and slid in across from Kelly.

"No problem finding the place I take it?" Kelly said.

"No, I drive by here often on my way back from the mall."

The two women ordered drinks and then dinner. Several times as they talked, Kelly reached over and touched Stephanie's hand. It felt to the older woman as if electricity shot through her at each touch. She found herself often losing her concentration as she looked into Kelly's eyes. It almost felt like she was falling into a bottomless pit. 

"Earth to Stephanie," Kelly said. She had asked a question and was met with dead silence.

"I'm sorry," Stephanie blushed. "What did you say?"

"I said that I really appreciate your help with the children."

"It's my pleasure. I love it."

"I hope this isn't going to sound too strange, but I would like to do something for you... to thank you."

"That's not necessary."

Kelly continued. "During summers while in college, I worked in a beauty salon and learned to do nails. I was wondering if you would let me do yours. Your hands are gorgeous. I can't help but notice you really take excellent care of them. I love hands. They are so sensual. Don't you agree they're a direct line to a woman's soul?"

"Uh... that is more than kind of you, but I don't want to put you out."

"You wouldn't be putting me out. We could go to my apartment now... if you have time. It's only several blocks from here."

This was the last thing that Stephanie expected. "I don't know what to say."

Kelly reached over and took her hand, rubbing it sensually, and said, "Say yes."

A million thoughts went through Stephanie's head and there were at least that many reasons why she shouldn't do it, however, she found herself eagerly nodding her head yes.

A short time later, Kelly sat in front of Stephanie, holding her hand in hers again, a tray with instruments beneath them. She worked intently on her nails while they chatted: about kids, school and life in general. It was a very relaxed conversation. When Kelly was done the manicure, she rubbed lotion into Stephanie's hands and began to give her a hand and arm massage.

Stephanie's breath caught in her throat as she felt the sensuous way the young woman worked on her hands and arms. "You do a very good job Kelly. You might have missed your calling." 

Kelly merely smiled and continued to work. She opened the older woman's palm. Using her thumbs, she began to massage that certain spot near the center.

Stephanie felt her hands and arms tingling. Then a sudden shock went through her. The feeling seemed to trickle up her arms and then down throughout her entire body. She began to breathe harder. Her pulse quickened. She became light-headed. Juice began to drip into her panties and she almost pulled her hands away, but she couldn't move... she had no strength in her arms.

"This delicate spot is the area that controls a woman's soul. It's a major erogenous zone," Kelly said as she moved her thumbs in tiny circles. "Men don't know it exists and neither do most women." 

The tingling in Stephanie's hands grew stronger as the electric current continued to flow directly to her pussy. It almost felt like the young woman was massaging her now swollen sex lips. She had never felt anything like it. Stephanie squeezed her legs together. She felt her wet lips trapped between her thighs. She tried to control her breathing as uncontrollable excited pulses radiated her desperate need throughout body.

Kelly smiled and moved higher up her arm, leaving the palm tingling.

A sigh of relief escaped from Stephanie's lips. 

When both hands were done, Stephanie grabbed for her wine glass, gulping what was left in one final sip. She permitted Kelly lead her over to sit in front of the fireplace. She felt the friction of her swollen lips rubbing together as she moved. They sat close, their hips touching. Stephanie was very much aware of the warmth of Kelly's hip and thigh on hers.

"Thanks again for the manicure. My hands and arms are still tingling," Stephanie said... leaving out the fact that her hands and arms were not the only thing tingling.

"My pleasure. Thanks again for all your help. I know it's early in the year, but I don't know what I would have done without you this term," Kelly said, leaning closer to the older woman. When their faces were but inches apart, Kelly said, "I love your lips. They are so full and sensual." With that she reached out and touched them with her fingertips. "Women's lips are so sexy," she whispered.

Warning bells were going off in Stephanie's head, but the sound of the blood rushing to her brain drowned them out. Stephanie closed her eyes and waited, holding her breath in anticipation of what she knew was coming. A moment later she felt it... felt the lips of another woman on her own for the first time in her life. A little moan escaped her mouth when Kelly pressed a little harder, spreading her soft lips across her own. Stephanie almost swooned when she felt Kelly's tongue touch her lips. It ran back and forth, tickling her suddenly dry lips and leaving moisture behind. Then the tip moved to the center... wiggling gently but waiting patiently. It seemed like hours but was only seconds when, with a moan from deep in her throat, Stephanie opened her mouth.

Kelly turned her head to the side. She pressed her tongue forward, opening her mouth wide. She reached her hand up and grabbed the back of Stephanie's head gently, insuring that she didn't pull away.

Now Stephanie felt Kelly's long and wet tongue inside her mouth. Her lips automatically closed around it, sucking the sweet saliva from the smooth surface and drinking it down. She felt Kelly's tongue moving inside her open mouth as if trying to touch every place it could reach. Then, when Kelly pulled her tongue back, Stephanie's automatically followed until it was trapped in the younger woman's ravenous mouth. Kelly wasn't as reserved as Stephanie had been and sucked her tongue with thinly veiled sexual abandon. The room filled with the loud sucking sound as the kiss continued and grew even more passionate by the second. 

Stephanie didn't know how long the kiss lasted. When she finally wrenched her lips away from Kelly's she was gasping for breath. Her mouth and tongue were tingling and her lips felt swollen. She looked at Kelly and saw fire in her eyes. With a Herculean effort, she stood up, breaking away from the younger woman. She swayed on her feet for a second before she could steady herself. "I... I... I have to get home... the baby sitter... the baby sitter has to get home," she said.

"I thought you said that your mother was watching Benjamin?"

"Uh... she was going to, but then something came up," Stephanie lied. She knew that Kelly knew it was a lie, however, she had to get out of there or risk... or risk... she didn't know what. 

"I'm sorry you have to leave," Kelly said sadly. "Maybe we can get together next week. You said you wanted to learn to do Pilate's. I'm almost a certified instructor."

"Uh... alright."

"Then we'll get together next Tuesday after school... if you can get your mother to watch Benjamin again, that is."

"Yes, sure," Stephanie said, grabbing her purse and hurrying to the door. When she turned around to say goodbye, she found Kelly standing there, her face close to her own again. 

"Thanks again for coming over," Kelly whispered and moved forward to kiss her lips again.

Stephanie moaned as her soft lips touched hers. Then she quickly pulled away. "I've got to... got to go," she gasped. She turned and rushed out of the apartment without thanking Kelly for the manicure. She practically ran the two blocks to her car. When she got in, she paused, gasping for breath. She was trembling all over. She could still feel Kelly's warm and soft lips on hers and her tongue in her mouth. Her pussy was literally throbbing. With a trembling hand she touched her wet panties. Her clit was swollen and almost protruding through the wet gusset of her underwear. It had never felt so large. When she touched it, her body began to convulse. "Ohhhhhh!!!" she hissed as a strong climax rushed through her. She grasped the steering wheel with one hand and rubbed her throbbing pussy with the other. Her legs squeezed tightly together as waves of incredible pleasure rushed through her.

Chapter 3

On Tuesday morning, Stephanie went to school with trepidation in her heart. She had thought of nothing but Kelly and the kiss all weekend. The feeling of the pretty woman's lips on hers was like nothing she had experienced. It was so different from a man's kiss. While, she was sure she wasn't a lesbian, she now wondered if she was what they called "Bi-sexual". She didn't like labels, but she could think of no other words that fit. She had never reacted to a kiss from a man like that. The remembrance had forced her to masturbate three times since Friday. That was more than she normally did in a month.

Stephanie was late that morning and didn't get to the school until almost eleven A.M. The truth was that she wasn't sure she should even be there today. When Stephanie walked into the classroom, she saw Kelly working at the board. The kids were outside for recess. She went over quietly to her desk and picked up some tests to grade and sat down.

Kelly turned around and looked at Stephanie and said, "Aren't you going to say hello?"

Stephanie looked up and said, "Hi Kelly, sorry I'm late."

The pretty teacher got a frown on her face and walked over to the seated woman. She squatted next to the desk and reached for her hand. She held on when Stephanie tried to pull it away. "Steph, are we okay? I was worried that you weren't going to show up today."

Stephanie said, "I'm fine." However, tension was apparent in her voice.

"Listen, I might have been out of line the other night." Her eyes suddenly filled with tears. "I like you and don't want anything to hurt our friendship."

Stephanie felt her heart begin to melt. She had convinced herself that she would tell Kelly that she wasn't like that. Tell her she liked men, not women and maybe it would be best if she didn't help at school anymore. However, as she looked into Kelly's tear filled eyes, the words failed her. She remembered how she had felt all weekend. She had butterflies in her stomach and her heart would react with a flutter every time she thought of her. It was so wrong, but she couldn't deny her feelings. "Uh... I'm okay Kelly. I'm just a little embarrassed by how I reacted. You didn't do anything wrong. I... I could have stopped you." 

Kelly smiled for the first time. "Well, I can come on pretty strong sometimes... especially when I have that certain feeling about someone. It's been a long time since I felt that way."

Tears came to Stephanie's eyes as well. She paused for a moment, wondering if she should share her own feelings. She took a deep breath and said, "I know... I... I have the same feeling."

Kelly wiped her eyes. "Are we still on for tonight... you know for Pilate's?"

"Yes. I brought a change of clothes."

Wiping her eyes, she said, "Good, see you at my place after school." With that, Kelly looked behind her and then bodily kissed Stephanie on the lips. It was quick, little more than a peck, but was filled with meaning. Then she quickly stood up and went back to the board.

The rest of the day seemed to go on forever for Stephanie. She tried to get involved in what she was doing, but then she would catch Kelly's eye and every thought she had would evaporate. When it was time to leave for the day, she almost screamed in relief.

Stephanie stepped out of the bathroom in her exercise clothes and saw Kelly already warming up. The pretty woman had on a bright yellow spandex top, which clearly showed her sexy breasts and a matching, equally tight, spandex exercise shorts. Stephanie had chosen to wear a stretch blue tube top and a matching pair of tight blue spandex shorts. The top hugged her large breasts like a second skin and made her nipples poke through. The shiny bottom outlined her ample buttocks, separating and emphasizing her firm ass cheeks.

Kelly saw Stephanie and smiled. "Come over here," she said as she stood next to two yoga mats on the floor.

The two women found themselves standing face to face. As they began stretching exercises, they stole glances at each other. 

"You know, I not sure why we women wear such tight outfits when we exercise," Kelly said. "I guess it's about style. These shorts are so tight that they run between my cracks and rub me in sensitive places," Kelly said with a shy smile. "See what I mean," she added as she looked down at her crotch.

Stephanie almost gasped. The tight crotch of Kelly's shorts had pulled between her sex lips, separating and defining them as if she had nothing on.

"It's a cameltoe," Kelly said with a laugh.

Stephanie found her voice and said, "Cameltoe... what's a cameltoe?"

"It's when a woman's panties or shorts are so tight that they pull up between their sex lips. It happens mostly when a woman doesn't have pubic hair."

Stephanie couldn't help stare at the exposure of Kelly's sex. "How did it get the name "cameltoe?" she asked, wondering if she really wanted to know. 

"Well, I think it's because a camel's hoofs have a crack down the middle. See," she said and reached down to the waistband and pulled her shorts upward, forcing the seam even further between the lips.

Stephanie felt she might faint. She couldn't believe that Kelly was exposing herself so blatantly. Or worse yet, that she was staring. She forced herself to look away. She knew the crotch of her shorts was getting wet. When she looked at Kelly again, she was staring directly into her fiery eyes. Her knees grew week. She thought that she might collapse.

Kelly rescued her when she said, "Okay, let's get working."

They began to do their Pilate's with Stephanie following Kelly's lead. At one point as they lay on their backs, Kelly said, "Steph, let me show you how your abdominal muscles should tighten when you do the breathing exercises." With that Kelly touched Stephanie's stomach muscles, running her fingers up her soft skin, stopping a fraction of an inch below the pretty brunette's breasts. "Take a deep breath."

It wasn't difficult for Stephanie to take a deep breath. Her lungs already felt starved for oxygen.

"Here is where your muscles should control the breath," Kelly said, pushing on her diaphragm just below her breasts.

Stephanie shivered as Kelly let her hand linger on her stomach for longer than necessary. Then she watched as she slowly moved her fingers back down her stomach, making her shiver as goose bumps appeared on her skin. 

Kelly removed her hand and said, "It takes a lot of practice and there's a lot of skill involved to get it right. That's why I need to practice so much before I can take my certification test. I want to teach it someday. Now, feel my stomach."

With a trembling hand, Stephanie touched Kelly's taut stomach. 

As the younger woman took a breath, she moved Stephanie's hand up and down the smooth surface of her stomach. She could feel her vagina throbbing and knew that she was definitely going to have a wet spot on the crotch of her shorts. Kelly caught the older woman's eye and smiled and then suddenly pulled Stephanie's hand to her breast.

Stephanie sucked in her breath and was so shocked that she didn't try to move her hand away. 

"Can you feel my breathing here?" Kelly asked, holding her hand to her soft breast.

Stephanie couldn't answer. She had never touched a woman's breast before, at least not in this manner. She could feel the warm and soft breast moving under her palm. The now hard nipple almost burned a hole in her hand. She looked at Kelly like a deer caught in the headlights and saw her smoldering eyes.

"Come here," Kelly whispered and pulled Stephanie up until she was leaning over her. "Kiss me."

"Oh Jesus!" Stephanie almost whined. Her brain was telling her to run, but her body was in control. As if in slow motion she leaned down until her lips were inches from her friend. She closed her eyes and moved down. "Mmmmm," she moaned when she felt Kelly's soft lips under hers. She had been dreaming and agonizing about this moment since Friday. Until that second, she didn't know how she was going to react. Her tongue came out of her mouth. 

Kelly moaned as Stephanie tongue touched her lips. She opened her mouth wide to take it inside. A second later they were kissing passionately again like Friday night. 

Stephanie was aware of her saliva draining from her mouth and into Kelly's. She felt Kelly swallowing, drinking it down. Then she felt the younger woman's tongue pushing back on her own. She let it in and sucked her tongue hard. When Stephanie finally pulled away, she was breathing like she had run a marathon. Her eyes were opened wide, staring at Kelly.

"Let's go over to the couch," Kelly said, getting up and pulling her friend behind her. When they were sitting side by side on the couch, Kelly turned to her and said, "How long has it been since you had sex?"

"Huh?" Stephanie replied in surprise. 

"I'm not dating anyone, so it's been a long time for me. It seems that almost anything makes me horny nowadays."

"Uh... well, David and I..." she stuttered, not sure if she wanted to share her problems at home with her. 

"Come on, tell me. I'd bet it's been a long time."

"Yes," she answered truthfully, with more than a little embarrassment.

"Do you masturbate?"

Stephanie felt her head spinning faster. She wondered what Kelly was up to. Feeling scared and embarrassed, she answered truthfully, "Yes... three times this weekend."

"What were you thinking about?"

Stephanie hesitated. She tried to think of a lie, however, nothing came to her. She took a deep breath and answered, "You... uh... the kiss."

"Hmmm, I did to... I mean I thought about our kiss while I masturbated.

"Uh... Kelly, maybe I... I had better leave," Stephanie said using every ounce of strength she had left to get the words out.

Kelly ignored her and said, "Will you do it for me?"

"What?"

"Masturbate. I want to watch you... and kiss you while you do it."

"Oh God," Stephanie gasped. "This is craz..."

"Crazy," Kelly said, finishing her word.

"Yes."

"Well, I'm crazy about you. Let me pull your shorts down."

In spite of the screaming going on in Stephanie's head, she lifted up and let Kelly pull her tight shorts down to her knees, then off one foot, leaving them hanging on the other ankle.

"Oh my," Kelly gasped as she stared at Stephanie's pussy. It was dripping.

Stephanie's face turned beet red. She knew how wet she was.

"I want to see your breasts too," Kelly whispered and without waiting for an answer, pushed Stephanie's tube top up and over her heaving breasts.

Stephanie moaned loudly and closed her eyes, unable to look at the younger woman's face. She could feel eyes staring at her nakedness, knowing she could see the juice glistening on her closely cropped pubic hair. In fact, she could feel it running from between her lips now.

"You're beautiful," Kelly whispered. Then she reached for Stephanie's hand and guided it between her legs. "Rub yourself," she said. She wanted desperately for it to be her own hand between Stephanie's legs. But she knew she had to take it slow or risk her running from her apartment.




Secret Kisses



Another moan came from Stephanie's mouth as her fingers found her already swollen and very wet sex lips.

Kelly reached down and took one large breast in her hand. With gentle fingers, she began to knead it. She brought her lips to Stephanie's. 

They moaned as their lips pressed together. Their tongue began to duel for possession of each other's mouth. All resistance was now gone from Stephanie's body. Suddenly, the incredible stimulation of the younger woman's mouth, hand, and her own fingers, were too much for her. She felt Kelly's tongue push deep into her mouth as her hand squeezed her breast. Her hips lifted from the couch and her leg's spread apart. Her fingers moved rapidly between her pussy lips. It took only seconds before she felt a climax coming on. "Mmmmm!!!" she gasped into Kelly's searching mouth as waves of pleasure rushed over her. Tremors shot up and down her body, making her shake all over. She thrashed wildly on the couch as her convulsions went on and on. She was lost... lost in a sensual fog that surrounded her and threatened to consume her. Each time she thought her climax was ending, she would feel Kelly squeeze her breast or force her tongue deep into her wide-open mouth. It would start all over again. Nothing had prepared her for this... no climax that she had ever experienced equaled this one.

A few minutes later Stephanie's climax finally ended. When she opened her eyes, she saw Kelly looking at her with a smile on her face. Her own face turned red with embarrassment again. 

"That was incredible," Kelly said. "I've never seen anyone climax for that long. I was worried that your heart wasn't going to be able to stand it," she laughed.

Stephanie took a deep breath but didn't answer. She saw Kelly get a funny look on her face. 

With a sheepish look the pretty woman said, "Will you watch me... watch me masturbate."

Stephanie closed her eyes and moaned. This was too much. However, in spite of her reluctance, she nodded her head. 

Kelly stood up and pulled her top over her head, revealing her soft breasts. They were round and firm with large pink nipples that were as hard as pebbles and stuck out a full quarter of an inch. Kelly cupped her breasts as if holding them out to Stephanie.

For a moment Stephanie thought that she was going to bring them over to her. Unconsciously she licked her suddenly dry lips. 

Instead, Kelly moved her hands down to the waist of her shorts. With a naughty smile, she hooked her fingers into her shorts and slowly pushed them down her thighs, revealing her firm stomach and then her bare sex.

Stephanie stared at the sexy woman. Her body was nearly perfect. From her breasts to her knees, her skin was smooth and tanned without so much as a blemish. She had a perfect little "outie" belly button that sat just above the tan line created by an obviously tiny bikini. Stephanie saw that she didn't have a tan line at her breasts and realized that she must sun bath topless. Suddenly her eyes were drawn to her pussy. It was smoothly shaven and the outer lips formed a protective covering for the now swollen inner lips. There was a stream of clear juice already dripping from the hole, hanging down to her soft thigh. Stephanie trembled. 

Kelly crawled onto the end of the couch with Stephanie and sat on the arm, spreading her legs.

In spite of the strong climax, Stephanie had just experienced, she felt her heart quicken at the site of Kelly's bald pussy. She was only inches away and could see every crease. It was swollen like hers and the clear juice was now smeared over the fat inner lips. She held her breath as she watched Kelly open herself... open her pussy just inches from her shocked face. She could see her open hole pulsing and her juice bubbling out. Then she watched as her finger slipped down the crack and disappeared into her opening.

"Oh yes," Kelly gasped as she forced her eyes to remain open. She watched Stephanie's eyes... watching to see if she was going to turn away. She didn't. 

Stephanie was mesmerized. She felt a shock wave go through her as her nose picked up Kelly's scent. It was strong and earthy but not unpleasant. Suddenly, she found herself wondering what she tasted like. She stared at the young girl as she began to masturbate. It was surreal... like nothing she would have ever imagined she would witness. But here she was watching this pretty and sexy girl masturbate in front of her. 

"Oh God Stephanie," Kelly said as her eyes closed in pleasure. She moaned. Her body began to shake. Then she gasped and snapped her legs closed on her moving hand. Hummm, hummm, ahhhhhh!!!" she cried as she convulsed with pleasure. Her climax was unexpectedly intense. Having Stephanie watch her masturbated was exciting beyond her wildest dreams. She nearly fell from the arm of the sofa as her body shook. 

Finally, when her climax waned, Kelly reluctantly pulled her hand from between her legs. The fingers were covered with her copious juices. She looked at Stephanie and said, "Have you ever tasted yourself?"

Stephanie face showed shock and she shook her head no, wondering how much more she could take. But it wasn't over yet. As she watched, the pretty teacher brought the fingers to her mouth.

"I love the taste," she said and slipped them in, closing her eyes again in pleasure.

Stephanie closed her eyes as well and for a moment thought that she was going to climax again.

Chapter 4

"David, Kelly will be over at seven thirty. I'm going to give Ben his bath and get him ready for bed. Can you straighten up the living room for me?"

"Sure," David said and walked into the living room. He wondered idly why Stephanie was getting so excited over some old biddy teacher coming over. He shook his head and began to pick up newspapers and straighten the living room. 

A short while later the front doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Stephanie said, hurrying down the stairs and to the front door. She was wearing a V-neck sweater that exposed the soft swells of her breasts. She also had on a full short skirt with flip-flops on her feet and no nylons... she had left her panties off as well. When she opened the door, she almost gasped when saw what the young teacher. 

Kelly had on a pink, jersey type tank top that covered her breasts, but hung freely mid-way down her stomach. Her breasts were obviously unencumbered by a bra and the nipples were clearly visible. Her stomach was bare all the way to her skintight white skirt. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she had tennis shoes on her feet, making her look much younger than her twenty-four years.

"Hi Steph," she said, and leaned forward and kissed the older woman's still opened mouth.

Stephanie followed the sexy girl into the house, her eyes drawn to her sexy and swaying backside. When they reached the living room, they found David sitting in his easy chair with Benjamin was on his lap. "David, this is Kelly Carlson, Ben's teacher."

David's eyes almost popped out of his head. He stood up quickly and put Ben down.

"Hi Miss Carlson," Ben squealed, running over to the teacher to get a hug.

Kelly laughed as she knelt down and squeezed the young boy in her arms. "I love your Spiderman pajama's."

"Santa brought them for me."

"Santa must have known you've been a good boy," she answered, rubbing his head affectionately.

"Please to meet you Miss Carlson," David said when he could speak. "Stephanie didn't tell me that you were... were... so... uh... young."

Kelly smiled, her bright green eyes flashing as she stood up and reached her hand out to David. "I'm probably the youngest teacher at the school by twenty years," she answered with a laugh.

"I was just going to read Ben a story before bed Kelly. I should be back in a few minutes," Stephanie said.

"Oh, let me read him the story," Kelly begged.

Stephanie smiled at the sweet girl. "Okay. I'll get some snacks ready for the movie. I've got "Gone With the Wind".

"Super, I love that movie... it's one of my favorites. I haven't seen it in years."

David moaned and rolled his eyes at the thought of watching the soppy old movie.

About twenty minutes later, Stephanie went upstairs to check on Kelly. When she stepped into the boy's room, she saw her pulling the blanket over the sleeping boy. 

"He's such a cute kid," Kelly said as she put the night light on and walked over to Stephanie who was standing at the door.

"I know. I think some of that is because of his teacher," Stephanie said with a smile. Then she watched as Kelly stepped close to her. 

"Do I get a kiss for putting him to sleep," she whispered as she reached behind Stephanie and flipped off the light switch, leaving the room in the soft glow from the nightlight. 

Stephanie took a deep breath, but didn't answer.

Kelly took that as a yes and brought her lips toward her. A second later she was pressing her warm lips to the other woman's.

Stephanie moaned and allowed Kelly to push her against the door. She could feel her soft breasts own as her tongue entered her mouth. Her mouth opened, letting Kelly's tongue in. Then she felt the girls hands slip down her back and across the cheeks of her ass. 

"Mmmmm," Kelly murmured as her hand slipped up and under the back of her skirt to caress Stephanie's bare ass cheeks. "No panties," she whispered as she pulled her lips from Stephanie's.

"We better... we better get back downstairs... David will wonder where we are."

"One more kiss," Kelly said and pressed her lips to Stephanie's again, her mouth wide-open to accept Stephanie's tongue. The kiss quickly grew passionate. 

Finally, Stephanie had to wrench her lips from the younger girl. She held her at arms length. "Let's go downstairs," she whispered as she tried to catch her breath.

Reluctantly Kelly followed Stephanie downstairs. 

David was watching a basketball game when they entered the living room. 

"Can we watch the movie now?" Stephanie asked.

"One minute left," David said.

"Wake Forest and North Carolina?"

"Yep. Two point game."

"I went to Duke," Kelly said.

"North Carolina," David responded.

"We always got pumped up for the Wake Forest game," Kelly said as she sat on the sofa and began watching the game.

Stephanie shook her head when she saw Kelly become interested in the game. She had no interest in basketball, but Kelly obviously did. "Wine?" she asked Kelly.

"Yes please," she responded, not turning her eyes from the game. "Ah, how can he miss two foul shots in a row?"

"That guys only about a 30% foul shooter... that's how," David lamented. "It's going to be a long season."

When Stephanie came back, the game was just ending and Wake had won. "Can we watch the movie now, or is there another game?" Stephanie asked with a laugh.

"That's it," David said in disappointment.

"Better luck next time," Kelly answered. Then she looked at Stephanie and smiled. "I'm ready," she said.

Stephanie put the video into the machine. Then she used the remote to turn on the gas fireplace. She turned off all the lights but one near David. When she came back to the sofa she sat next to Kelly with her hip almost touching hers.

It didn't take long for David to close his eyes and nod his head back.

"I'm getting a little chilly. Can we share the afghan?" Kelly asked. However, before Stephanie answered she pulled the afghan from the back of the sofa and spread it over their laps.

A few minutes later, about half the bottle of wine was gone and David was snoring. 

Suddenly, Stephanie felt Kelly's hand touch her bare leg. She jumped in spite of the fact that she knew it was coming. Her body tensed and she glanced over at David as Kelly's hand began to caress her thigh.

Kelly was watching the TV innocently, but she had a naughty smile on her face. Her hand began to move up and down Stephanie's soft bare thigh. With each upward movement, her fingers drew closer and closer to the hem of her short skirt.

Stephanie kept her legs tightly together, hoping that Kelly's hand wouldn't go any higher, yet at the same time, afraid that she would stop. Her breathing had increased and her heart thumped in her chest. She closed her eyes and cut off a groan when she felt Kelly's fingers slip under edge of her short skirt. Slowly the fingers crept higher and higher until her hand was entirely under the skirt.

Kelly was still staring at the movie as if nothing were going on. However, she knew that her fingers were but a fraction of an inch from Stephanie's pussy. She could feel the tickle of her closely cropped pubic hair on the tips of her fingers.

Stephanie was frozen with fear and excitement. A quarter of an inch more and Kelly's fingers would be touching her pussy. She knew that she could easily stop this by getting up to go to the bathroom or something, yet, her excitement kept her seated. 

With a push of her hand, Kelly moved the fraction of an inch and just like that, her fingers were touching the now swollen lips of Stephanie's pussy. Her hand froze, waiting for Stephanie's protest. When it didn't come, she smiled and continued to move her fingers.

In spite of the danger and the warning bells going off in Stephanie's head, she found her legs opening... opening just enough to give Kelly finger's room to roam. She bit her lip as the young girl's fingers slipped down her grove, rubbing her swollen lips. A searching finger worked slowly over the fat lips and then slipped between. "Mmmmmhhhhhh," she gasped as the tip found her hole. She twisted her head to look at David. He was still snoring. 

Kelly slipped her fingertip into Stephanie's hole. Slowly she moved it deeper and deeper. She could feel Stephanie begin to squirm and worried that she was going to protest. Instead her legs opened wider. A smile came to Kelly's face. Now she had enough room to begin to move her finger in and out of her sopping hole.

Stephanie closed her eyes and bit her lip until it almost bled. Her head was spinning and her heart was pounding. She gasped for breath and began to lift her hips slightly, forcing the finger to move in and out. From deep inside she could feel her orgasm coming. She squeezed her thighs together to try to stop the movement of her finger... to stop the climax, but it was too late. Her body tensed and she fought to control a moan as pleasure washed through her. Her body shook as she struggled to remain still. The orgasm was powerful... more powerful than anything she had ever brought on with her own fingers. She closed her eyes tightly and saw flashes of light behind her eyelids. 

Kelly was smiling broadly now. She could feel the pulsing deep inside Stephanie and knew that she was climaxing. She admired her ability to control her body during such a crisis. Her fingers were soaked with juice. She knew that the back of the poor girls skirt would be soaked when she was done.

Finally, Stephanie's body began to relax as the last vestiges of her climax ended.

A noise from across the room made both women look at David.

"Ohhhhh goodness," I guess I fell asleep," David said as he yawned and stretched.

Kelly kept her fingers inside Stephanie, soaking in her warm juices, even as David got up from his chair.

"Well, I guess I'll go up to bed," he said and walked over behind the sofa. "Good to meet you Kelly, he said as he bent over and kissed Stephanie on the cheek. "See you in the morning." With that he left the women and went upstairs.

Kelly and Stephanie sat on the sofa without speaking for several minutes.

Finally, the young girl pulled her hand from between Stephanie's legs. "My, my, but you surely get wet don't you?" she whispered, holding her fingers up to the glowing room light. They were glistening with juice. She looked at Stephanie and brought the fingers to her mouth. One by one, she sucked them clean.

Stephanie closed her eyes and trembled. When she opened them again, Kelly was close to her, waiting for a kiss. She didn't resist when the young girl pressed her lips to hers. She opened her mouth and let her tongue in. Then she pushed her own tongue into Kelly's mouth.

Kelly pulled her lips away briefly. "I'll bet the lips between your legs are just as sweet as these," she said and then without waiting for a reply, she touched her lips to hers again. She slowly sucked her lower lip into her mouth and chewed it gently. Then she sucked the upper one into her mouth and did the same. 

Stephanie couldn't believe that she was sitting on the sofa in her own house and kissing a woman. She always loved kissing, but nothing had ever turned her on like Kelly's lips. Suddenly she imagined Kelly doing the same thing between her legs. A moan escaped her lips. 

Then, as if Kelly had read her mind, she pulled away and whispered, "I want to kiss the lips between your legs."

"No Kelly," Stephanie whined. It was a weak protest and sounded like she couldn't control what was going to happen.

Kelly didn't wait for an answer and reached under the afghan to push her skirt to her waist.

"Kelly, we can't... David... he's..."

"He's asleep already." With that Kelly slipped to the floor and onto her knees. The she pulled the afghan from Stephanie's lap. "Oh God," she gasped as the woman's lower half was uncovered. Her vagina was swollen and the sparse pubic hair was smeared with her copious juices from top to bottom.

Stephanie eyes were wide as she watched the young schoolteacher stare between her legs. Then she saw her hands reach up and grasp her thighs. She only resisted for a second before she allowed the girl to push her thighs open. "Kelly, don't please," she pleaded as her legs began to tremble. Yet, her hands lay idly at her sides and she made no move to stop the girl.

Kelly ignored her weak protest as she pressed her thighs wide. Then she bent her head and began to kiss along her soft inner thighs. She could smell Stephanie's excitement as she drew closer to her center... it was a sweet smell. Kelly lifted her thighs and slipped them across her shoulders, leaving her face inches from the now pulsing pussy. She inhaled deeply before her lips moved forward.

"Oh Godddddd!!!" Stephanie hissed as she felt Kelly's lips on her. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. Yes, she had dreamed of this, had longed for this, but never thought it would happen. David had eaten her a few times, but he didn't like to do it and was never enthusiastic about it. Now it wasn't him doing it; it was a sweet young woman with soft lips and a loving tongue.

Kelly's lips were moving on Stephanie's swollen pussy lips like she was kissing her mouth. She sucked one fat outer lip into her mouth before moving to the other. Then she opened Stephanie's pussy wide with her fingers and sucked the inner lips into her mouth... gently nibbling on the tender and blood engorged skin. Finally her tongue found her hole and began to push into her body.

Stephanie groaned loudly.

A smile of satisfaction would have come to Kelly's face had she not had it buried in the moist sex of her friend. She felt Stephanie's hands grab her head, not to push her away, but to gently pulled her forward. She began to suck her harder and then force her tongue in and out. She pressed her tongue in as deeply as it could go, searching for more sweet juice. When she found the pool deep inside, she swirled her tongue in it before pulling it back into her mouth and swallowing. She almost climaxed as the thick juice slipped down her throat.

"Kelly... Kelly... Kelly," Stephanie gasped. Her legs locked around the young girl's neck, pulling her deeper between her thighs, forcing her mouth tighter to her sex. Suddenly, it no longer mattered that David was just upstairs, or that he could come down at any moment. All that mattered were the sweet kisses and searching tongue between her legs. "Yes, yes, yes, eat me Kelly," she gasped. She couldn't deny her excitement anymore. Her hips began to buck and she threw her head back onto the sofa, abandoning herself to the working of Kelly's ravenous mouth. Before she knew it, the second climax of the evening washed over her like a tidal wave of pleasure. It was intense and enveloped her body in pleasure like she had never known. The lights in the room began to dim.




Secret Kisses



Kelly kept kissing Stephanie's pussy for a long time after she stopped moving. When she looked up, she saw that her head was back and her eyes were closed. Her hands were lying idly by her side. Kelly moved up to sit next to Stephanie, pulling her close. "Are you okay sweetie," she said as she took Stephanie's head in her hands and looked at her.

Stephanie opened her eyes slowly. She had a disoriented look on her face. When she saw Kelly's wet face it all came back to her. A weak smile crossed her lips. "Your face is all sticky," she whispered.

"I know," Kelly answered and licked her lips.

This time, Stephanie pulled Kelly's lips to hers for a very wet kiss. When she pulled back, she stared into Kelly's eyes with a look of concern on her face.

Kelly knew what she was thinking. "You don't have to do that to me," she whispered. "But I would love it if you sucked my breasts." 

Stephanie slowly nodded her head and then whispered, "All right."

Hearing that Kelly pulled her top up, revealing her firm breasts and large nipples. The nipples were as hard as pebbles and stuck out like pencil erasers.

With a moan, Stephanie dropped her head and took one into her mouth.

"Oh yes," Kelly gasped. She unsnapped her jeans. As she held Stephanie's head to her heaving breast, she slipped her hand under her jeans and found her already throbbing sex. It only took her a few moments to reach her peak. She squeezed Stephanie's head to her breasts, as her body shook with a powerful orgasm... short in duration, but very satisfying. 

Kelly had a broad smile on her face as she left Stephanie standing in the doorway that evening. She knew that the older woman was feeling guilty: guilty that she had performed on her, but that she had given little in return. That was exactly what she wanted.

Chapter 5

Stephanie could think of nothing but Kelly over the next several days. She couldn't believe how good it had been to have her mouth on her pussy. She could almost feel her lips still on her. While she was satisfied, there was an excitement burning inside her. She also felt selfish. She had never been a taker. Just the opposite... she had always been the giver... to her husband and son or anyone else that needed her. Now she felt guilty that she had let Kelly pleased her with her mouth and she had done nothing in return. Since Kelly hadn't called in several days, she worried that she might be angry with her. Suddenly, she had to call her... to tell her... she didn't know what. But she had to talk to her.

It was almost eight P.M. and Kelly was still at the school. Reports cards were to be turned in just a few days and she still had papers to grade before she could fill in the cards. It was always at this time of the semester that she became hyper. Sometimes she felt like she was out of control. However, this year Stephanie's help made it easier. 

A smile came to her face when she thought of the pretty older woman. Her budding relationship with Stephanie made the days go by quicker and she looked forward to the times that she was in her classroom. Now she knew what she had been missing in her life. The ringing of her cell phone startled Kelly. "Hello," she said.

"Hi Kelly, its Stephanie."

"Hi," Kelly answered without revealing any emotion.

She is mad at me, Stephanie thought. "Uh... I was just wondering... wondering if you had time to get together tonight... for a drink... to talk."

"I'm sorry Steph, but I'm buried with work. Report cards are due in a couple of days and I have papers to grade." Kelly paused, letting the monotone of her voice sink in. She could almost feel the tension over the phone.

Listen, I could stop over to your house and help if you want."

"I'm still at the school."

"Oh," Stephanie said and paused. Then she added, "I can come to the school then."

"Well, if you have time..." Kelly said.

"I'll be right down." With that Stephanie hung up and told David that she had to go help Kelly at school. Fortunately he was home and could stay with Ben, who was already in bed.

Kelly smiled as she hung up the phone. She sighed and a little tremor went through her. 

A few minutes later, Stephanie walked into the deserted school. Her heels on the tile floor sounded louder than ever. It was strange and almost scary being in the empty building. When she arrived at Kelly's classroom, she saw her working behind her big oak desk. Her heart started to beat faster at the sight of the pretty girl. 

Kelly was wearing a pretty green sweater and what looked like a short pleated skirt. 

"Hi," Stephanie said.

Kelly looked up and said "Hi."

When Stephanie got close enough, she bent over and kissed Kelly on the mouth. Her lips were receptive, but not particularly responsive. "How can I help?"

"You can grade these papers while I start the report cards."

Stephanie picked up a stack of papers and sat down at a table in the front of the room. As she began to work, she glanced over at Kelly several times. Kelly didn't look up. Stephanie was sure she was mad at her. "Kelly, are you... are you mad at me?"

Kelly looked up and said, "No, why would I be mad at you?"

She's mad, Stephanie thought. "Because... because of the... other night."

Kelly suddenly changed the subject. "Could you get a stack of report cards from the shelf in the coatroom."

Stephanie got up and went to the coatroom. She paused as she stepped into the crowded closet, feeling like she was going to cry. She had to do something or risk losing Kelly as a friend. She retrieved a stack of blank report cards from the top shelf and went back to the front of the classroom with determination in her step. However, the closer she got to Kelly, the less confident she felt. Finally she was standing next to her desk trembling, holding back tears.

When Kelly looked up at Stephanie's sad face, a pain went through her heart. It was time to stop the charade. She pushed her chair back.

Suddenly Stephanie looked down and gasped. She saw that Kelly's little pleated skirt was high on her legs, revealing much of her the soft skin of her thighs. However, that wasn't what made her gasp; Kelly's panties were around her ankles.

"I guess my panties fell down," Kelly giggled. With that she reached down and pulled them from her feet. Then she boldly held up the slip of material before placing it on top a stack of test papers in front of Stephanie. "Maybe you can grade these papers."

Stephanie's heart began to race as she looked at the panties on the pile of papers. Her hands were trembling as she picked up the stack and walked back to her table. Her eyes never left the pink panties on top. She could see that there was a glistening of juice on the gusset. A chill of excitement rushed through her. Just as she sat down, someone came to the door. She snatched up the panties quickly and dropped them to her lap.

Jim, the night cleaning man, looked into the room. "Miss Kelly, are you ladies going to be okay here. I'm about to leave for the night." 

"We'll be fine Jim. Just lock the door on you're way out of the building."

"Okay ma'am. I've checked around the school and everyone is gone but you two."

"Thanks Jim."

"By the way, if you two are going to be here alone, I'd advise you to close them blinds on the windows... you know... so nobody can see you alone here."

"That's a great idea Jim. Goodnight."

"Goodnight ma'am."

Kelly smiled at Stephanie. 

They heard Jim whistling as he went down the hall. Then they heard the front doors slam and knew he was gone.

Kelly went over to the windows and let the blinds down. Then she went back to her desk and sat down.

Stephanie watched her turn to the side as she leaned over the desk to work again. She crossed her legs, letting her short skirt slip high up her thighs. She could feel her pussy pulsing as she thought about Kelly sitting there without panties. 

Kelly looked up and saw Stephanie looking at her legs. 

Stephanie's eyes dropped back to the papers on her desk and her face turned red. Then she saw the panties in her lap. With a trembling hand she picked them up. She glanced over at Kelly and saw that she wasn't watching her. She slowly brought the panties to her nose. Suddenly her head began to spin as she inhaled Kelly's scent. The crotch was wet and still warm. It smelled of a combination of perfume and a hint of Kelly's sex. She pulled the panties from her nose and gasped when she saw Kelly staring at her. Her eyes drifted down. She saw she had her legs uncrossed and they were spread apart. Her skirt was halfway up her thighs. Stephanie gasped when she realized she could see her shaved pussy. 

Kelly smiled and crooked her finger at Stephanie.

Almost in a trance, Stephanie stood up and walked slowly over to her. 

"Are you ready to please me?" Kelly asked.

Stephanie took a ragged breath and nodded her head, unable to speak. Incredible excitement rushed through her.

"Then get on you knees under the teachers desk."

Stephanie thought that she had misunderstood her. "Huh?"

"Get under my desk," she said.

Stephanie felt like her legs were going to give out. She swayed on her feet and her heart pounded in her chest. "I... I... don't know what to do," she said in a trembling voice.

"I'll show you." Kelly slid away from the desk to give Stephanie room.

With that Stephanie went to her knees and crawled under the big oak desk. She couldn't believe what she was doing. Yet, she had never been more excited in her life. She watched as Kelly turned and slid her chair toward her, spreading her legs wide in the process. Suddenly it was dark under the desk and she could barely see. She could smell Kelly's excitement.

"Kiss my thighs, but nothing else until I tell you," Kelly said. 

With trembling hands, Stephanie spread Kelly's legs and began to kiss up her thighs. She felt the younger girl tremble as her lips drew across her soft skin.

Kelly started to hum as she went back to grading papers.

Stephanie kissed high up one thigh and then moved to the other side and began kissing back down. When she reached her knee, she switched again, using her tongue this time as she moved back up the warm flesh.

"Mmmm, very nice," Kelly whispered.

Stephanie worked on the younger woman's thighs for a long time, enjoying the feeling of her soft flesh under her lips. She lost herself in the task and forgot where she was for a time. The movement of Kelly's legs brought her back. She felt the young teacher opening her legs wider and slipping lower in her chair.

"Kiss my pussy like you kissed my mouth."

Stephanie swallowed hard and looked at the dark outline of Kelly's sex in front of her face. There were giant butterflies in her stomach and she began to tremble. 

"Kiss my pussy," Kelly ordered.

With her body now trembling like a leaf in a storm, Stephanie closed her eyes and moved her head forward.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Kelly gasped as she felt Stephanie's lips touch her pulsing sex. "Kiss me, kiss me, kiss my pussy lips," she gasped.

Stephanie felt Kelly's juice on her lips and she moaned. She licked her lips tongue and brought the taste into her mouth. Her heart beat faster in her chest. With a little whimper, she stuck her tongue into her wet hole and felt it surrounded by the tight sphincter muscle. Her head began to spin as more juice dribbled down her tongue and into her mouth. With a moan of excitement she pushed Kelly's legs wider and began to suck on the open hole.

"Oh yes, yes, you know how to eat pussy already," Kelly gasped and humped her hips into the sucking mouth.

Stephanie pulled away abruptly, teasingly. Then she felt Kelly's hands reach for her head and she heard her scream, "No!" With a smile, she let her pull her face back to her sodden sex lips. She began to suck and kiss her lips like she was kissing her mouth. She worked her tongue in and out before sucking the lips. Soon she felt Kelly's thighs tighten on her head.

"Oh God Stephanieeeeeee!!!" she screamed and began to climax. The sound of her voice echoed off the cinderblock walls of the classroom. It was a good thing there was no one in the school.

Stephanie held on to her thighs and kept sucking. She accumulated the juice pouring from her hole in her mouth until it threatened to overflow. Then she drank it down, sucking for more. Suddenly, Stephanie began to tremble. An incredible climax rushed through her and she nearly swooned.

After a long while, Kelly came down from her climax and tried to push Stephanie's head from between her legs. However, she felt her resisting and heard her moan in protest. She stopped pushing and lay back in her chair again, spreading her legs wider. A moan of satisfaction escaped her lips as she allowed the older woman free access to her sex. It only took a few minutes before she felt her excitement building again. 

Stephanie was lost in a sea of sensual delight. She never knew how exciting it could be to please another woman with her mouth. It was so unlike oral sex with David. Her juice was sweet and she knew that there wouldn't any sticky cum to contend with when she climaxed again. 

"Oh Stephanie," Kelly gasped when she felt her using her fingers to open her sex lips. Then she felt her teasing her clit. "Oh God, oh God," she gasped. 

Stephanie sucked the clit into her mouth.

"Ahhhhhhheeeeee!!!" Kelly screamed and went over the top again.

When Stephanie left the school that evening, there was a smile on her sticky face. She was happy that she had pleased Kelly, but she was also surprised at how much she liked it. She ate the young woman to three strong climaxes and would have continued had she not pushed her away. She could still taste Kelly's juice on her lips... and she had her panties in her purse, which she would use to masturbate with when she got home. She wasn't even going to wash her face tonight.

Chapter 6 

It was Friday night. Stephanie stood in her closet trying to decide what she was going to wear for her evening with Kelly. I seem to do this a lot, she thought to herself with a smile. A few minutes ago, she had kissed Benjamin's sweet face and sent him with a backpack full of stuff out to his grandparents' waiting car. David was off on a business trip for two days. As she looked at her clothes, she remembered the other day at school when Kelly had talked to her about Friday night. "I thought that we could go out to eat and then come back to my place and have some fun," the pretty blonde had said with a sexy smile. The butterflies that were always present in Stephanie's stomach had been flapping their wings like mad at that. Stephanie had agreed that sounded like fun.

Now she selected a knit dress that hugged her body sexily. It was snug, but not too tight. They were going to be out in public after all she reasoned with herself. She couldn't look too sexy. Stephanie decided to forgo pantyhose as her legs still had some of the tan. Earlier in the day she had put on a light layer of self-tanning foam and was pleased with the result. She decided to skip her panties. This morning she had spent a long time in the shower shaving most of her pubic mound and trimming the hair into a cute little heart, which sat just above her clit. Everything else was totally bare. She couldn't believe how sensitive it felt as the material of her dress rubbed against it. Finally she selected a pair of very high-heeled pumps and headed for her car.

When Stephanie knocked on Kelly's door, the younger woman called out for her to come in. Stephanie opened the door and stepped inside. Suddenly she felt her heart skip a beat. It was always exciting to enter this apartment. It was the place they had shared their first secret kiss. Kelly entered the room, but she didn't appear to be ready to go out yet. The gorgeous blonde wore a short, silky robe that was tied around her waist. She wore lace-topped, thigh-high black stockings and spike-heeled black pumps. The robe was so short that the tops of her creamy thighs were clearly visible above the stockings. Stephanie felt her heart begin to pound in her chest. "Uh, aren't you ready to go eat yet?" she asked her friend.

Kelly came forward and took Stephanie's hand. "I'm ready to eat," she replied in a throaty voice as she started to lead the older woman toward the bedroom. Stephanie felt puzzlement as she let the younger woman lead her. As she walked into the room she started to understand. A huge chill ran down her spine. There were silk sheets on the bed and lit candles on the dresser. Soft music was playing from her CD player. "I've made a change of plans," she said with a sly smile as she helped Stephanie remove her light coat and discard it. Kelly's eyes filled with lust as they roamed over Stephanie's body. "Sexy dress," she whispered. "Too bad we'll have to take it off," she said as she slipped it over Stephanie's head. Kelly's eyes were had a glow like lust as she looked at Stephanie's nearly naked body.

Stephanie trembled as her lover looked at her. She was only wearing a black lace bra that clearly showed her now hardening nipples, and the high heels. She felt her pussy throb and grow wet. "Mmmm, no panties", Kelly teased. "You're a naughty girl." She brought a trembling finger to Stephanie's pussy and felt the wetness. With great will power she moved her finger away. Kelly untied the sash on her robe and let it fall open. She was naked underneath with only her stockings and heels on. The sexy blonde reached up and unhooked her friend's bra, letting it fall to the floor. She took Stephanie into her arms and found her lips. The two women moaned as their soft lips pressed together.

Stephanie trembled when she felt Kelly's tongue touch her own. She could feel Kelly's soft breasts pressing into hers and their nipples were touching. The kiss was dizzying for her, and it seemed to go on and on. She was furiously moving her tongue against Kelly's and holding onto the back of her silky robe. 

Kelly suddenly moved away and dropped the robe from her shoulders. She began to push Stephanie to the bed. The older woman let Kelly press her down on the bed. Her heart was beating furiously in her chest. Kelly took Stephanie's arms and raised them over her head. Stephanie lay there curiously while Kelly bent down to the floor. When she stood up she was holding the sash from her robe. 

She quickly leaned over Stephanie and began to tie her wrists together over her head with the sash. Oh, this is too much, Stephanie thought, but her vagina was clenching and she felt wetter than she ever had in her life.

Kelly gave her a quick kiss and let her tongue run over the brunette's lips. Then she moved away from the bed and in the soft candlelight, she sensuously rolled down one of her thigh-high stockings. She ran her hand over her glistening, bare pussy and looked out of the corner of her eye to see if Stephanie was watching. Stephanie's eyes were focused on her---large as saucers. Then Kelly very sexily rolled down her other stocking and removed it. She slipped her "come fuck me pumps" back onto her feet and stood at the foot of the bed. Kelly lifted Stephanie's foot at the ankle and tied one of her thigh-highs in a knot, just above the sexy pumps. Then she tied the older woman's ankle to the footboard of the bed.

Stephanie lifted her head in shock as Kelly lifted her other foot and did the same thing with her other stocking. She couldn't believe what she was letting happen, but she had no strength to stop it. In spite of some fear deep inside, she felt incredibly aroused to be Kelly's captive, and she moaned as she strained her legs against the bonds. Kelly climbed onto the bed and with her shiny blonde hair spilling over her face she licked Stephanie's foot, tracing the outline of her shoe. Then she began to lick up one leg from her ankle to her thigh and then bent down and did the same thing with her other leg. Stephanie felt her juice pouring onto the sheet beneath her. Pulling her head back, Kelly skipped her pubic area and licked up her lower belly, swirling her tongue in Stephanie's navel. She dragged her tongue higher and higher and then she savagely caught one hard nipple between her lips and sucked and bit it. "Ohhhh," Stephanie moaned as she writhed with her arms tied above her head. Conscious thought was beginning to leave her, and she was drowning in a sea of sensual delights like she had never before experienced. Kelly's mouth came down hard on her other nipple and she screamed. She was enjoying this as much as Stephanie. In fact, she had never been this excited, and she was so glad she had thought of doing this to Stephanie. Liquid was literally pouring from her throbbing hole as she worked her lips up her beautiful lovers body. She left the soft breasts and pressed her lips to Stephanie's. They both groaned loudly when their mouths touched. Kelly reached up and stroked her long nails over the underside of Stephanie's soft arms, dragging them down to stroke her armpits. Stephanie squirmed and moaned into Kelly's mouth. It felt wonderful to her. She was too aroused for the nails on her soft flesh to tickle. Up and down her body the fingers moved as Kelly continued to scrape her nails on the sides of Stephanie's body. She reluctantly pulled her mouth away and crawled lower scraping her nails down the older woman's thighs and then her calves. Then she began to lick the soft legs. She licked each of Stephanie's ankles around the tightly tied stockings and then she licked up her legs slowly, gliding her tongue over the creases of Stephanie's thighs. She continued to lick all around the pubic mound, but would not put her lips or tongue to the dripping slit. "Oh God, Kelly, please," Stephanie almost screamed. Kelly looked up from her licking. "What sweetheart, do you want me to eat you?" Stephanie was straining at all of her bounds. "Yes, please, eat me. I need you to do it." Kelly looked up naughtily at Stephanie. "You're just going to have to be patient. I've got you and you're mine right now, and very soon, I'm going to lick that sweet, wet pussy of yours." And she dropped her mouth to the crease of Stephanie's thigh again. It seemed like a long, agonizing wait for Stephanie's aching vagina, but it was only a couple of minutes before Kelly spread her swollen sex lips wide with her hands and dropped her mouth hungrily to the wet slit. "AHHHH, OHHHH," Stephanie screamed as Kelly's soft mouth and tongue began to lick and suck every inch of her. "Oh, Kelly, eat me!" she screamed. Kelly stuck her tongue into the dripping hole and pulled the liquid hungrily into her own mouth. She loved Stephanie's sweet taste and trembled as her juice slid down her throat. Then she stuck her tongue again into the moaning woman's hole and dragged her juice up to her swollen clit. She began to lick and suck the throbbing clit with abandon, every now and then stopping to lick and suck the entire area and stick her tongue deeply into Stephanie's throbbing hole. Stephanie was straining against her ties, moaning deeply in her throat. She knew she wasn't going to be able to last long. Her body began to tense and then she felt Kelly's mouth sucking her clit with frenzy while she stuck two fingers into her sopping hole. "Oh, God, Kellllyyyyy. I'm cummming," she screamed as her hips lifted off the bed and her body convulsed with an intense climax that seemed to go on and on. Just when Stephanie thought she was done, she felt Kelly's lips suck her whole clit into her mouth and she climaxed powerfully again. Because Stephanie's arms were tied over her head, she couldn't push the pretty blonde head away. She lay helplessly while Kelly brought her to one sexual peak after the next with her mouth, tongue, teeth and lips. When Stephanie could open her eyes and think straight again she realized that Kelly was lying beside her stroking her arm. "Welcome back," Kelly said with a laugh as she kissed Stephanie's lips. Stephanie tasted herself on Kelly's mouth, and it made her shudder. "Untie me, " she ordered Kelly. It's time for me to take care of you." "If you're sure," Kelly answered. "I can make you come again, while I've got you here," she said with a sexy smile. Stephanie shook her head, and Kelly slowly and sensually untied the robe sash and the two stockings. As spent as she was from her unending orgasms, Stephanie wanted to give Kelly a taste of her own medicine. As soon as she was free, she quickly pushed the gorgeous blonde onto her back and gathering her arms over her head, tightly tied the robe sash around her wrists. "Ohhhhh," Kelly moaned. "Now you're going to play dirty." Kelly let Stephanie spread her legs and tie each ankle to the footboard. Unlike Kelly, Stephanie removed her sexy high heels and began to rake her nails over the soles of Kelly's feet. "Oh God, " Kelly whispered and then she laughed until Stephanie's fingers left her feet and trailed sensually up her legs. Stephanie ran her pretty nails all the way up Kelly's body to her hands. She tickled her palms while she ran her tongue over the younger woman's lips. Kelly groaned and felt the juice pouring out of her vagina. Stephanie took one large breast in her hands, lifted it and devoured the nipple with her mouth. "Oh, Jesus," Kelly screamed and her body began to shake uncontrollably in climax. Stephanie kept her mouth pressed to the breast as she felt her friend orgasm. When Kelly lay still again, Stephanie continued to scrape her nails down Kelly's confined body, following the path of her nails with her tongue. Kelly squirmed and writhed as her body quickly grew excited again. Her skin felt like it was on fire everywhere that the pretty brunette's nails and tongue touched. Stephanie was now lapping the soft, bare pubic mound, dragging her tongue from Kelly's little, belly button to just above where her swollen clit peaked out. "I'm going to keep licking you, sweetie, but I'm not going to let you come," Stephanie boldly teased. "Oh God," was Kelly's response. She could barely stand anymore. Although she had just climaxed when Stephanie sucked her sensitive nipple, she began to gasp again. She had been aroused for too long and her vagina was throbbing with desire. After a few more minutes of Stephanie's teasing, she was going out of her mind with need. "Please, Steph, I'm begging you. I can't take anymore. Lick my pussy, please!" "Well, if you put it that way," Stephanie smiled and then she buried her head between Kelly's spread legs lapping the entire slit from top to bottom with her probing tongue. "Oh, Jesus, Steph, that's it, eat me, eat me! Oh, god, keep licking, I'm coommminngg!!!" Kelly's body bucked and shook as Stephanie's tongue went from her clit to her dripping hole and back again. "Ahhhhh, OHHHHH, yes, yes, yes!" she screamed as the most amazing climax radiated from her throbbing vagina throughout her entire body. Stephanie only let her come down from her orgasm high for a moment when she plunged her tongue deep inside the dripping hole and began to pull it in and out furiously. She stroked the throbbing clit with her nails and Kelly began to come again. "Stephanie!!!" she screamed as her orgasm overpowered her. Her legs trembled and her arms shook over her head. Moments later, Stephanie gently untied her and took the spent blonde into her arms and kissed her lips sweetly. "God, I love you, " Kelly said into her mouth as she tasted herself on Stephanie's lips. "I don't think I have the energy to go out to eat. What do you think about ordering pizza?" "I think we both have eaten plenty, but a pizza might be good," Stephanie answered. "Women cannot live on love alone," she said and smiled, her lips and cheeks still glistening with her lover's juices. They laughed. Chapter 7 As Kelly drove to Stephanie's she could barely contain her excitement. She had been able to think of little else all day and it had been difficult to concentrate on her tasks. Whenever she thought of Stephanie such overwhelming desire would come over her she could barely stand it. And her heart would swell with love. I've got it bad for her, she thought. She smiled. It felt great to feel this way, and she hoped Stephanie shared the intensity of her feelings. She looked at the bag lying on the seat beside her and her body started to tingle. She had a special surprise for the pretty brunette tonight. In a short while, Kelly was inside her lover's home and her excitement was mounting. She could feel her sex lips swell. Her clit throbbed in anticipation. Stephanie had the lights down low and candles burning in pretty glass holders were set throughout the house. Stephanie held a bottle of wine in one well-manicured hand. Her hair was beautifully curled and styled and her make up was flawless. She's gorgeous, Kelly thought. The older woman was dressed in a sheer lace black body stocking and black high-heeled pumps. It hugged her body and stretched tightly across her curves. Her already hard nipples were poking through the thin material. She was smiling seductively at the pretty blonde teacher. "Hmm, I love that outfit, Steph," Kelly said throatily," but maybe it covers too much of your good stuff." She followed Stephanie across the room and watched her ass sway sexily, each cheek moving independently with her exaggerated sway. She could see the dark grove of her crack and felt her own pussy begin to drip. She watched as the brunette poured out two glasses of wine. "So, I've got good stuff, huh?" Stephanie said teasingly as she handed her friend the wine. "Well, it just so happens, you'll still have access to a very important part," she said coyly as she took Kelly's free hand and brought it between her legs. "Oh!" Kelly exclaimed. "I like that." Her fingers could feel Stephanie's already wet pussy through the crotch-less opening of the body stocking. " That will do for awhile, but you know, sweetheart, I have to be able to touch every inch of your soft skin with my mouth and hands, so that outfit's going to have to come off at some point." Kelly winked sexily at her friend. Stephanie trembled with desire. She could hardly wait to get closer to her beautiful blonde lover. "I have a surprise for you tonight," Kelly said as she set down her wine and picked up her small overnight bag. "I'll be right back. You drink up," she ordered as she headed toward the bathroom wagging her pretty backside seductively. Stephanie felt herself get even wetter in anticipation. What could she possibly have planned she wondered dreamily as she sipped her wine. She had never felt like this before and it felt really good and somehow, really right. A moment later Kelly entered the room. She was wearing a tight little French maid's outfit that hugged her sexy body. Her ample soft breasts were practically spilling out of the low-cut top and her firm sexy legs were clad in black fishnet stockings with black spike heeled pumps adorning her feet. The short black dress left an expanse of white flesh between the hem and the tops of her nylons. She had a little white maid's hat on her head. "Does mademoiselle like?" she said in her best French accent. Stephanie raked her eyes over the sexy blonde's body. "Wow, that's incredible!" she finally exclaimed. Then to Kelly's surprise Stephanie opened a closet and seemed to be looking for something. She exited the closet and walked back to Kelly with a teasing smile on her face. In her hand she held a feather duster. "Here, " she said with a laugh handing the feather duster to Kelly. "I assume you're going to clean my house? I really appreciate that." Stephanie laughed sexily. Kelly laughed as well as she took the feather duster from her friend. "Sorry, I don't think I'm planning to clean your house, sweetie, but I can think of other ways to use this feather duster," she said naughtily, her eyes roaming the brunette's body. Kelly felt juice dripping from her throbbing hole as she took Stephanie's hand and led her to the bedroom. "Lie on your back and open your legs for me," Kelly said. Stephanie did as Kelly asked. The pretty women in the French maid's outfit knelt between her legs. Stephanie watched as she took the duster and brought it to her already swollen pussy. She touched the tip to her pussy lips. "Ohhhhh," Stephanie moaned in surprise. Kelly giggled and moved the duster from Stephanie's pussy, running it up her body and over her already hard nipples. She watched her lover squirm on the bed as the duster made her excitement grow rapidly. She circled one nipple and then the other before moving back down her body. Slowly she moved it down one thigh and across her knee to her feet. "Kelly," Stephanie gasped as she felt the soft feathers on the bottom of her feet. She could feel her pussy dripping juice onto the bed. The young woman in the French maid's outfit tortured Stephanie for many long minutes. She finally put the duster down when she saw the state of excitement of her lover. Besides, she wanted desperately to get her mouth on her sweet pussy again. "Would mademoiselle like a tongue bath?" Stephanie sat up abruptly and grabbed Kelly's head in her hands. "Eat me!" she almost screamed, pulling the startled woman between her thighs. Kelly didn't hesitate. Her mouth opened wide and she sucked the swollen lips of her lover inside. "Ahhhhheeeee!!!" Stephanie screamed. Her hips lifted from the bed as she held Kelly's head in her hands. She could feel her tongue probing for entrance to her excited pussy and spread her legs wide to give her access. Kelly lifted her legs, pushing them back until her thighs touched her breasts. Her mouth never left her pussy. At this angle, Kelly could force her tongue deep into Stephanie's dripping hole. "Oh my God," Stephanie gasped when she felt Kelly's tongue probing her so deeply. It felt like she could touch bottom. "Yes, yes, yes," she screamed as waves of pleasure rushed through her. She climaxed hard. Her body twisting this way and that as her hands now twisted in the younger woman's hair. Fireworks were going off in her head with each explosion stronger than the last. The lights slowly dimmed as she passed out.




Secret Kisses



Stephanie awoke with a start. For a minute she forgot where she was. Then she felt Kelly's soft hand covering her breast and she smiled. Kelly wasn't the only one who had a surprise that evening. Stephanie glanced over her shoulder at the gorgeous sleeping girl and gently disentangled herself from her arm and hand. Then she slid out of bed and went to her closet to retrieve her surprise----it was something wrapped in a green towel. With towel in hand, she padded quietly back into the room. Kelly had awakened and was stretching languidly on the bed with her arms over her head. It made her large breasts almost stick straight up. 

Stephanie licked her lips as she looked at them. "I have a surprise for you, too, " she said quietly to Kelly.

"Ohhhhh, I like the sound of that," Kelly purred. "What is it?"

Stephanie felt her cheeks grow warm when she thought about showing her surprise to Kelly. She couldn't quite believe she had done this. "Um, well, I went to one of those adult stores and bought something. I brought it home and washed it, and it's in this towel, " she said with a touch of embarrassment, unable to meeting Kelly's eyes.

Kelly rose from the bed and went toward Stephanie. "I can't wait to see," she said gently. She kissed Stephanie on the lips, running her wet tongue over her lower lip. She took the towel from Stephanie and unrolled it. "Oh my," she gasped as she stared at the two-sided dildo. It was a purple, jelly-like material that was soft to the touch. But the dildo itself was very hard and firm. Each end was smooth and almost shiny. The middle of the shaft was ribbed around the circumference. Kelly's eyes sparkled like green fire as she looked at the long artificial penis. "Kinky girl, Steph. I love it!"

"Really?" Stephanie said with excitement.

Kelly's answer was another sensuous kiss on Stephanie's mouth. "Come on, Sweetheart, let's use it." Stephanie followed Kelly back toward the bed, forgetting her nervousness as she looked at Kelly's seductively swaying ass.

The two beautiful women climbed onto the bed and Kelly gave Stephanie one end of the dildo. She kissed her again, forcing her tongue deep into the brunette's mouth. "Are you wet enough for it?" she asked.

"I think so," Stephanie replied breathlessly. She could feel her juices spilling from her hole. 

They lay facing each other as they inserted the new toy into their dripping pussies.

"Ohhhhh," Stephanie moaned. "Wow, I never... it's... I mean, David isn't..."

"You mean size matters?" Kelly said with a chuckle.

"Apparently," Stephanie said and giggled.

"Well, then, Sweetheart, I'm going to get on top, and I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked in your life, " Kelly whispered. She could barely contain her excitement as she rolled on top of Stephanie and devoured her mouth hungrily. Their tongues swirled together, their saliva mixing, as their soft breasts pressed against each other. 

Stephanie could feel Kelly's large nipples pressing into her own, and they felt hot. She could barely breathe as lust consumed her. When Kelly began to move, grinding their clits together, she moaned loudly, " Oh God Kelly, that feels so good!"

Kelly could barely speak. "Ohhhhh, I... I know. I'm filling up your sweet pussy like it's never been filled before," Kelly cried as she worked the dildo deeply into Stephanie. She could hear how wet she was by the squishing sound as the dildo moved in and out.

"Yes, fuck me," Stephanie screamed.

Kelly bucked her hips feverishly, pumping the dildo into Stephanie as hard as she could. At the same time she could feel it move deeply into her own soaking hole. She could feel the ribbing massaging her vagina. She knew she would surely explode.

Stephanie had never felt anything like this. She held onto Kelly for dear life, sliding her hands down Kelly's soft back and grabbing her firm ass cheeks. Her clit felt like it was on fire. Any second, she knew she was going to go over the edge. The vibrations started deep within her belly, almost in her soul, and she felt her clit start to spasm . "Oh, God, Kelly... Oh, Goddddd!!!! I've never felt anything like this. Kelly, Kelly, I'm coming, I'm coooommminnngggg!!!!!!!!! " "Ohhhhh!!!!" Stephanie screamed as the most amazing climax she'd ever had ripped through her. 

That was all it took for Kelly to let loose. She exploded in spasms as she bucked her hips furiously against Stephanie. "Oh, Yes! Yes!" she cried. "Stephhhhhh!" she screamed uncontrollably as her climax overtook her. It seemed to go on endlessly.

Stephanie's climax was almost ending, but with Kelly climaxing on top of her, she began to climax again. She dug her nails into Kelly's soft ass cheeks, gasping for breath and feeling as if she would surely expire if it went on any longer.

When they finally came back to earth, they lay there holding each other, breathing heavily, basking in their mutual afterglow.

Kelly gently rolled off Stephanie and reached down to pull the dildo from her sopping hole. 

Stephanie smiled as a really naughty idea came to her. She kissed Kelly's lips. "Let's do something," she whispered, taking the dildo from Kelly's hand and gently pulling the other end out of her own vagina. She flipped it in her hand, offering the end that had just been buried deep inside of her to her lover.

"Let's lick each other's juices off of it," she said sexily.

"God, you're naughty! I love it," Kelly moaned as she put the dildo into her hot mouth and licked and sucked it. God, how she loved Stephanie's sweet taste. She licked the shiny purple surface with relish, lapping up every drop of her lover's juice. 

Stephanie was doing the same, with her eyes closed, looking like she was performing oral sex. 

Suddenly, Kelly was turned on again. "Oh, this makes me so horny, " she moaned. " I need to get off again, Steph. I want you to stroke the dildo on my clit and make me come." She looked at Stephanie as she spread her legs wide.

Stephanie took the dildo and spread Kelly's wet sex lips with one hand. Then she used the purple with ribbed surface to move it over her lovers swollen clit... slowly at first and then faster.

"Oh, God, YES!" Kelly moaned loudly, writhing and lifting her hips up, pressing her pussy into the dildo. Almost immediately, she began to climax again.

"Ohhhhh, Stephanie, go faster, please. I'm gonnna come sweetheart. Rub me faster. Pleassseee!"

Stephanie furiously worked the dildo over the sexy girl's clit.

Kelly's hips began to move faster and she almost jerked up off the bed as she screamed in a powerful climax. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Yesssss!!!!!" she screamed and thrashed as Stephanie worked her into an absolute frenzy. She finally fell back against the bed, breathing hard, and smiling in satisfaction.

"What about you?" she asked her lover breathlessly.

"After watching that display, I definitely need to come again," Stephanie laughed.

"Good, then sit on my face, " Kelly instructed. 

Stephanie smiled with surprise. Then she giggled and threw her leg over Kelly, lowering her dripping pussy onto her opened mouth. 

Immediately Kelly's tongue began to lap the wet, pink surface. Kelly loved the taste of Stephanie's juice. She lapped furiously at the hole, drinking down the sweet liquid. Her tongue moved quickly over the slit. She chewed gently on Stephanie's sex lips and then sucked the entire clit into her mouth and sucked it.

Stephanie felt her body tense. "Oh, God, Kelly! Yeah, that's it! Ohhhhh, I'm commmminnnngggg!!!" Stephanie bucked and jerked on Kelly's sticky face. 

Kelly grabbed her hips tightly trying to keep her mouth on the throbbing clit.

When the last ounce of pleasure drained from Stephanie she collapsed in a heap beside Kelly. 

Kelly kissed her tenderly on the mouth, sharing her own juices with her. Then she put her arm around Stephanie drawing her close in a spoon position.

They fell into an exhausted sleep.

Stephanie squinted at the morning light which was starting to trickle between the drawn blinds. Memories of her night of passionate, wild and beautiful lovemaking with Kelly flooded her. She stretched and smiled with a sigh. Suddenly, she realized she was alone in the bed. Then she heard sounds coming from the bathroom. She got up and stood next to the bed and stretched.

A moment later, Kelly came out of the bathroom carrying her overnight bag. Her wet blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail and she wore a tight pink tee shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. Stephanie noticed her breasts moving freely beneath the tight t, and looked hungrily at Kelly's always-hard nipples. 

"I thought I should shower and clear out of here before your husband comes home," Kelly said. "Why don't you go take your shower and I'll let myself out." Then she gave Stephanie the sweetest of kisses and headed out the door. "I'll talk to you later, " she called over her shoulder.

Stephanie entered the bathroom and looked at the mirror. "I LOVE YOU!!!" was written on the mirror in lipstick. Stephanie stared at it and her heart began to swell. She realized in that moment that she loved Kelly too. More than she had ever loved anyone in her life. She stepped into the shower feeling warm, loved and very satisfied.

Epilog

A week later, Stephanie was sitting in the living room watching television when David came in. He had a serious look on his face as he sat next to her.

"Stephanie... I... I've wanted to talk to you. I don't know how to tell you this so I will just come out and say it. I want a divorce!"

Stephanie was so startled that she opened her mouth but no words came out.

"I know it's a shock to you, but I think you know that we have not had a close relationship for a long time. I... I met someone and we are in love."

Stephanie felt her anger rising. Her face turned red.

"I'm sorry Stephanie, but I'll make it up to you. I won't contest the divorce and you can keep the house. I will pay you alimony... whatever you want. Ben... Benjamin can stay with you as long as I can visit.

Suddenly Stephanie's anger dissipated as quickly as it had come and she had to suppress a smile. It was perfect. Yet she couldn't let him know that. "This quite a shock David," she said in a measured tone. "I think you should pack your stuff and get out now."

"Uh... yes... I planned too," David said like a hurt puppy.

Stephanie watched David leave the house with several suitcases. She told him he could come back and get the rest of his clothes later... to make room for Kelly's stuff. A second later she had the phone in her hand and was dialing Kelly's number.



Self-Esteem



This is my first real attempt at erotica, be kind!

Rachel was never comfortable with her body. She was slightly overweight, and was rather short at about 5'. She hated her breasts, which she felt were too big for her frame, at 40D. She always wore loose clothing to hide her curves. She just couldn't wait to go back to college, where at least she faded into the background easier. She lived in a small New York town near Syracuse where everyone knew everyone. 

The day came when she finally got to start her sophomore year in college. She moved into a new residence hall, one with Co-Ed floors. It was there she met David.

David was also uncomfortable with his looks. He's about 6'1", 220 lbs. David also came from a small town, not unlike Rachel's. While moving in next door to Rachel, David struck up a conversation with each other. They talked for a few hours, but Rachel needed to go buy books, and David had to go to a meeting. They decided to watch a movie later that evening in Rachel's room.

The time came, and David went over to Rachel's room. She popped in Chasing Amy, a movie both of them loved. They were both sitting on her bed. They started talking during the movie.

"Look at Alyssa," Rachel started, "she's so skinny and beautiful, I wish I could look like she did."

"Eh, I think she looks too skinny, I've never found that attractive with girls," David responded.

"Really? But I'm sure a guy like you could score big with girls like that. I know a lot of girls that like guys built like you, like a football player."

"What the cheerleader types? Those girls are all fake. I like girls who look and act naturally. I fear I'd break some of those girls, I'm twice their size! I like girls like you. Ones who are normal, who just be who they are."

"Oh please, guys don't go after me. Look at me!"

"I happen to think you are quite beautiful."

"Really?"

"Yes." With that David started to lean forward. He'd never been able to even attempt to kiss a girl before. He was still a virgin, and had never had a real serious relationship before.

Rachel also leaned forward, and their lips met. Both of them felt an energy shoot through them, nothing they had ever felt before. Rachel opened her lips, and allowed David's tongue to slide in. Their tongues fought back and forth, Neither wanted to break it. David got brave, and placed his hand over Rachel's left breast. She let out a small moan of approval, and David began to gently squeeze. He wanted to be as gentle as he could, he wanted her to enjoy it as much as he was. Rachel began to lift her shirt over her head. Reluctantly she broke the kiss, but as soon it was off, they continued exploring each other's mouths. 

David continued massaging Rachel's breasts. Rachel started running her hands over his back and chest. She stopped to reach around to her own back, and unclasp her bra. She pulled the straps from her arm, and her large breasts spilled out. David stopped for a brief moment to admire her beauty. He started kissing down her neck, and stopped just above her breasts. He moved down to her nipple and teased it by flicking his tongue, her moans got louder as he did it, and Rachel could feel her panties starting to get wet from her own secretions. He gently took the entire nipple into his mouth, sucking on a way that almost made Rachel climax. He kissed his way across her chest, taking her other nipple into his mouth. He worked on it for a couple minutes, and began kissing lower and lower down her stomach, until he reached her pants. He undid the clasp and slid them down her round legs. He removed both hers and his own socks while he was down there. He teased her pussy and her clit through her soaked panties. He pulled them off of her, and positioned his head right in front of her moistened mound. 

The extended his tongue and ran it up and down her slit. She was going crazy, she'd never felt anything like this before. He concentrated his tongue on her clit, and inserted an finger into her longing hole. He felt some resistance, and decided not to push any further, not yet. He continued playing with her clit, until she screamed out in her first real orgasm. Sure, she'd pleasured herself before, but it never felt like that. David made sure she was alright, and she smiled and told him to lay on his back. She undid his pants and pulled them down, taking his underwear with them. This was new territory for her, as was his going down on her. She looked at his hardened cock. Not very long at about 6 inches, but quite thick. She took it into her hand, and started by licking it's swollen head. She licked up the entire length of the shaft, a move which got a moan from David's mouth. She decided it was time, and took the whole head into her mouth, and began sliding up and down, using her hand to help. His breathing increased, and she stopped. 

"You need to save that for my pussy. I'm on the pill to keep my cycle regular, so don't worry about a condom," she told him.

"I should tell you now," he started, "I'm still a virgin."

"So am I. I've always wanted to give myself to someone as kind as you, and someone who truly respects who I am."

With that she laid on her back. He positioned himself over her, and placed the tip of his glistening cock over her vagina. He asked if she was ready, and she told him she was. He carefully slid his penis in, and met the resistance he felt earlier. With a gentle thrust, he broke past it. She bit down on her lip, but told him she was fine and to continue. He pumped slowly at first, but quickly gained speed. Both were consumed by what they were feeling. Rachel felt euphoric as his moved back and forth. David felt a stirring that was beyond his comprehension. They continued making love for what seemed like forever. Rachel was building towards her climax, as was David. Their passions built, sweat rolled down their bodies. Before long Rachel exploded into a massive orgasm. Her body was pulsating with pleasure. David also exploded, sending shot after shot of hot cum into her wet hole. They embraced and kissed, David's manhood slipping out of her vagina. They kissed for another hour, and fell asleep naked next to each other. 

After that day, Rachel began wearing normal fitting clothes. She was no longer self-conscious of her appearance. David too felt better about himself.



Sex with a Ghost



September 6th, 2012

I sit down at the desk in my bedroom, immediately reaching for my journal. I opened to a fresh page, and began to write.

'Just another day... I still thought about her the entire day... Work was okay and busy. I miss her so much... I still don't remember her last name... Why was I stupid enough to let her go like that? Four years later, and I'm still head over heels for her... I need to find her soon... My mission will never stop until she's in my arms again...'

I sighed heavily, closing my journal and placing it back to the corner of my desk. I got up and closed my door, walking over to my bed and kneeling down in front of it. I rested my elbows on my bed and placed my folded hands up against my forehead.

'Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name,

thy kingdom come,

thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day, our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

Lord please watch over her... Only you know how much I love her and miss her... Make sure she's holding up okay... Please help me guide myself back to her... Oh please... Watch over all in the world Lord... I pray for you...

Amen.'

I dried away the tear that had fallen on my cheek. I sat back and stood up, and prepared my bed for my sleep.

*************

I walked out the back door of the restaurant. I don't even know what time it is, I'm not even on break right now, all I know is that it's late but I need fresh air.

I looked up to the stars. The very ones that I used to look up at when I was a kid. The ones I used to look up at and think of him...

I bit my lip to hold back the forceful tears. Don't think about him... No don't...

But I can't help it... Despite the fact he left and I don't know where he went, I can't get him out of my head... 

You got to get him out of your head... It's been four years.. He's moved on, he's forgotten about you...

Why did he love me then leave me? Why didn't he tell me that I was never going to see him ever again?

I looked across the dark sky, making out all the constellations. 

Maybe he still looks up at these stars the same time I do... 

I miss him Lord... My gosh I miss him... 

I dried my tears, and fixed myself up before heading back into work. 

***************

March 7th, 2008

I say at my desk waiting for the day to begin. My friend Jessica rushed to my side. 

'Hey Kate, did you see the new guy in our grade?' she asked, bumping shoulders with me. 

I looked over to her. 

'What new guy? We have a new guy?' I asked her. 

'Yeah, he's in the class next to us. He's Spanish. I just talked to him, he's so nice. You have to meet him on spare,' she said. 

'Sure, I'd love that,' I said smiling. 

'I think you two would get along great,' she said smiling, then sitting at her desk beside me. 

I'm in my final year of school and 18 years old. I've been at this school for four years now. I've grown up with these kids. 

The morning went on. English, calculus then spare. The bell rang and students hurried to their next class, or lunch. Or spare, just like me. 

Jessica came to my side while I was at my locker.

'Come on, hurry! He's waiting for me to introduce you,' she said, nudging my arm. 

'What? You already told him about me?' I asked shyly, putting my binders in my locker. 

'Yes of course! Now come on!' she said, pulling my arm and leading me down the hall. 

I know I'm 18 and all, but I was still nervous to meet him. But it's always good to meet new people, right? 

Jessica led me through the group of students, and we turned the corner to be met with a tall, dark and very handsome guy. 

I looked over at Jessica. 

'Is that him?' I whispered, pointing to him. 

'Oh yes, there he is!' she said, still holding my hand and bringing me to him. 

Me and Jessica both approached him. 

He turned around and for some reason, it was like the world stopped spinning. 

'Hey! This is my friend I wanted you to meet,' Jessica said to him, letting go of my hand. 

Me and him stared at each other. I looked down shyly. 

'Hi...' I said, shuffling my feet. 

'Hello,' he said smiling. 

'What's your name?' I asked him. 

'Daniel, and yours?' he asked. 

'I'm Kate,' I said smiling. 

I looked to my side only to see that Jessica was not there anymore. 

Well then... This is awkward... 

'So... Where did you come from?...' I awkwardly asked. 

'Well, my parents are from Spain. I was born here. I went to the other school about 5 minutes down the road then my parents decided to put me here,' he answered. 'And how about you?' he asked. 

'Well, I was born here and I've been to this school for the past four years,' I said, blushing. 

He smiled. 

'Well it's nice to meet you Kate,' he said, smiling at me. 

'You too Daniel, welcome to this school,' I said smiling. 

'Thank you,' he grinned. 

'Did you find all your classes okay?' I asked, examining the textbooks in his hand. 

'I did thank you, although I can't find room 134. I've looked everywhere,' he said. 

'Oh, that room's always tricky to find. It's behind a door, that's why,' I said, giggling. 

'Oh,' he chuckled.

'I'll help you, it's just down here,' I said. 

'Thank you,' he smiled again. 

'So how old are you Kate?' he asked as we started to walk down the hall. 

'I just turned 18, and you?' I asked, looking at the room numbers. 

'I'm 18 as well. For my birthday, my parents threw me a surprise party and all my family from Spain were able to attend it,' he said smiling. 

'Aww, that must have been fun,' I said, smiling at him. 

'It was,' he smiled. 

I stopped in front of the door. 

'Here it is,' I said, looking at the number. 

'I'll be sure to remember this, thank you for showing me,' he said looking up at the door. 

'You're welcome. Well I was just off to go finish some homework, but I hope you enjoy the rest of your day,' I said, smiling. 

'You as well Kate. Thank you again. Maybe we could meet up again tomorrow?' he asked, smiling gently at me. 

'Absolutely, same place?' I asked. 

'Sure,' he said. 

'Sounds great. See you then,' I smiled and left. 

'See you then,' he repeated, and smiled. 

************

That night, I lay in bed holding my pillow close to me. All I could think about was him, Daniel. His deep brown eyes sparkled. I swear he's an angel. I did the he loves me he loves me not over and over in my head. You just met him Kate, don't be silly... But I can't stop...

He just clicked to me. 

I closed my eyes, hugging my pillow tighter, smiling at the thought of him as I drifted off to sleep. 

*****************

I fell to my bed, smiling at the thought of her. 

Kate. 

My God... The second Jessica introduced her, I swear my entire world froze. 

The rest of the world didn't exist anymore. 

'She loves me, she loves me not,' 

Yeah right Daniel, and you just met her... 

But I've never met someone like her... She's just... 

I can't even describe it. 

I turned off the light, and closed my eyes. All I could see was her beauty. 

All over again. 

**************

The next morning flew by; English, calculus, then spare. I met with him again. He is so nice. We talked about our likes and dislikes, favourite foods, favourite movies, everything. 

Over the past few weeks of getting to know Daniel, I started to really like him. I had a massive crush on him. I spent most of my days just thinking about him. The second I left school was the second I wanted to go back just to see him. There was just something about him that connected with me. I've never had this connection with anyone before. I've never met anyone like him before. 

On spare one day, we were talking at our favourite place; the seats by the gym. He said he had something for me. 

'What is it?' I asked, looking at him. 

From inside his pocket, he pulled out a small glass swan. 

I gently took it from his hand, mesmerized by its beauty. 

'It was originally a Christmas ortament, but I thought that you'd like it instead,' he said, smiling. 

I smiled back at him. My heart was racing and my stomach was circling. 

'It's beautiful just like you,' he said smiling. 

'I love it Daniel, thank you,' I said, blushing. 

He smiled, blushing as he shuffled his feet on the ground. 

That night, I put it in my room. It was so beautiful, and it reminded me so much of him. I placed it on my night table, and fell asleep looking at it that night, smiling as I replayed the moments of him that day in my head. 

****************

I am falling so hard for her. Every single day, I just keep falling more and more. She keeps me guessing, keeps me on my toes. She's so beautiful. She's everything a guy could want.

I closed my eyes to the image of her in my head. 

I drifted off to sleep with that same smile on my face. 

***************

The next day, I met with at the same spot; the chairs by the gym. 

I approached him, he was still standing. 

'Turn around and close your eyes,' he said smiling.

I smiled, and did as he said. 

I closed my eyes and turned the opposite way from him. Seconds later, I felt his hands reaching over my head, and something cold hit my neck. 

'Open,' he said. 

I looked down to my neck to be met with a beautiful silver necklace. I touched it, running my fingers over the charm in the centre of it. I turned around to him. 

'It's beautiful Daniel,' I said, tearing up. 

'Just like you,' he said, smiling. 

My heart was jumping. I really do like him. He's treating me like a princess. I want him all to myself. 

He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to my cheek. 

I closed my eyes as his lips touched my cheek, and thousands of butterflies were flying around inside of me. 

He pulled back, and softly held my hand. 

'I like you Kate, I really do. I know I'm new here, that you don't really know me, but I'm falling for you. I hope I never lose you,' he said, looking in my eyes. 

I was shocked. The guy I liked also likes me. 

'I like you too Daniel, I'm so glad I met you,' I said, smiling as I looked into his eyes. 

He smiled back, looking at the necklace. 

That night I looked for something to give to him as well. I searched my room until I came across one of my favourite necklaces with a cross in the centre. I want to pass it on to him. I picked it up and knew that he would love it. 

The next day I was so excited to meet up with him to give him the necklace. I waited by the chairs by the gym. 

Waited. 

Waited. 

And waited. 

I looked around. He was no where in sight. I looked at the necklace I had for him and frowned. 

Maybe tomorrow. 

The next day I went to that same spot. I still had the necklace in hand with me to give to him. I waited. 

Waited. 

Waited. 

And waited. 

He never showed. 

I became worried. This is the second day I haven't seen him. I asked my friend Jessica if she knew where he was, she had no clue. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. Still no sign of Daniel anywhere. Students even began asking teachers where he was. 

At night, I would cry myself to sleep. He left me... The thing that hurts is that we didn't even have a goodbye... He just left out of no where, and I had no clue he was leaving. 

Why didn't he tell me?... 

I spent my spares alone for the rest of the year. I threw away the glass swan and broke off the necklace he had given me. 

I was heartbroken... 

But I'll never forget him... I loved the time I had with him while it lasted...

*******************

July 26th, 2012

I got dressed as my friend was coming over. I got my own place about a month ago. My parents are pretty close to me and I'm happy about that. But, anyways, my friend is on his way. His name is Andrew, and well, we aren't exactly friends. Well, I mean, we are friends, but with some benefits... I'm 21 now and I'm still fixated on finding the guy I fell for when I was 18.. Daniel... I'll never forget his name... I've had a few boyfriends, but my mind always comes back to Daniel. I've known Andrew for a few years now and foolishly agreed to do this after his breakup with Catherine a few months ago. 

I've tried picturing all my boyfriends to be Daniel. And that's why they didn't work. They weren't Daniel. It wasn't him holding me, kissing me, taking me out. 

I just couldn't do it. And the guys left me because they said all I talked about was Daniel. I was wasting their time. 

Andrew appeared at my door. 

'Ever heard of knocking on someone's front door?' I asked, buttoning up my shirt. 

'That's not a thing anymore Kate,' he said, coming in and laying down on my bed. 

'I'm not up for much Andrew,' I said, looking over at him. 

'Fine, then bring that fine ass up here and I'll take care of you,' he said, pulling me up. 

I lay down and Andrew hovered over me. 

'What's wrong with you? You're always up for this,' he said. 

'I am? Or you are?' I asked, scoffing. 

'Listen, you agreed to this. You know I meant to break up with Catherine before she did it to me,' he said. 

'Yeah I know, but that's really not my problem Andrew. She left you for a reason,' I said. 

'Yeah, because she didn't deserve me,' he said. 

'No, because you didn't deserve her,' I said. 

'What? I did everything for her. I couldn't make her happy once,' he said, throwing his hands up. 

'Despite all the beer she bought you, plus all the assignments she handed in for you, always driving to your house, picking you up... Hmm... Yeah you're right she didn't deserve you,' I said sarcastically. 

Me and Andrew have never done anything serious. He still hasn't taken my virginity. He's been down on me a few times, I guess it's okay. And he's told me what to do to him a few times. 

'Okay wow, who's side are you on?' he asked. 

'I'm sorry, I just think you got dumped by her for a reason,' I said, shrugging my shoulders. 

'Yeah, whatever,' he said, taking off my pants. 

'Andrew what are you doing?' I asked, looking down at him.

'Kate shh, just enjoy this for once,' he said, tossing my pants to the floor followed by my panties. 

'I won't like it,' I said, crossing my arms over my chest as my lower half became naked to him. 

He placed kisses along my thigh. 

'Trust me, you will,' he said. 

'Another reason why Catherine broke up with you,' I said. 

'Now what?' he asked. 

'You're cocky,' I said, rolling my eyes. 

'Just shut up and be thankful for this,' he said.

'And you suck at oral...' I said under my breath. 

'What?' he shot his head up at me. 

'Nothing,' I said, just wanting to get this over with. 

He placed kisses along my thigh and inner thighs, kissing up to my slit. 

'How is it so far?' he asked. 

'Fine. Nothing special,' I said. 

He rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, but continued. 

He brushed his nose up against my slit, and I shifted in the bed.

'Your nose is cold Andrew,' I said, gasping. 

'Well I'm sorry I didn't warm my nose up before this Kate. Can't you just enjoy this?' he asked, holding onto my hips. 

'Whatever,' I said. 

He continued, and started licking my slit. 

I closed my eyes and started to imagine Daniel using his tongue on me. His mouth always looked so soft, and he always licked his mouth after he talked. 

Because I was imagining it was Daniel down on me, it started to feel exquisite. 

'Oh... That feels good...' I said out loud. 

'Yeah? Told you it would feel good,' he said. 

'Don't talk, just keep going,' I said, holding onto his hair. 

He continued, and started to lick inside my lips, pressing his tongue softly up against my clit. 

I imagined Daniel here with me, using his glorious tongue on my clit. 

I moaned again. 

I began tugging on the bed sheets as he continued doing what he was doing with his tongue. 

'Keep going... That feels so good...' I moaned, still imagining it was Daniel's tongue. 

He licked my clit in a circular motion, sucking it softly. 

'Agh Daniel!' I moaned out loud. 

He stopped. 

'Daniel? Who's Daniel?' he asked, confused. 

'Nothing... Keep going...' I said, pushing his mouth back into me. 

He obliged, and continued sucking my clit gently. 

'Oh my gosh yes... You're going to make me cum...' I said, pulling the sheets harder. 

The knot in my stomach continued to grow as he sucked my clit, and I imagined even harder now that Daniel was doing it instead. 

The feeling grew, then suddenly, it exploded. 

'Ugh! Mmmm...' I moaned out loud as the feeling inside of me tingled and spread all throughout my body. 

He stopped, and kissed my stomach. 

I breathed heavily and my heart rate shot through the roof. That was wonderful... 

He hovered over me. 

'See? It's not so hard enjoying it,' Andrew said. 

I caught my breath, opening my eyes slowly. 

'Yeah.. Yeah sure...' I said, breathing heavily. 

'And it's all thanks to me that you feel this good right now,' he said, smiling big. 

'Yeah... Yeah sure...' I repeated, this time in a more sarcastic voice. 

I looked at the clock and it read 10:30 PM. 

Shit, I work late tonight. 

'I got to go to work, I completely forgot,' I said sitting up. 

'Wow, you just don't want to return the favour,' he said, referring to his hard on. 

'Mmmm we tried that once, I'm not doing that again,' I said, taking off my shirt and putting on my work shirt, followed by my panties and pants. 

'It's not so bad Kate,' he said. 

'Excuse me? Have you ever had someone forcing a sausage down your throat?' I asked, buttoning up my blouse. 

He looked at me with a blank face. 

'Didn't think so,' I said. 

'How about a quick handjob?' he asked. 

'Ugh, fine,' I said. And he began taking off his belt. 

He pulled down his pants and boxers halfway and I sat down beside him. 

His erection sprang free. 

I grabbed him softly, and began to stroke him up and down softly. 

'Mmm... You know how I like it...' he said, throwing his head back. 

I continued to stroke him slowly up and down, stroking his thigh as I did so. 

'Oh Kate that feels good... Faster...' he said, holding onto my shoulder. 

I picked up the pace of my hand, and began stroking him faster. 

'Oh shit.. I'm going to cum...' 

I suddenly looked over at the clock and realized that I was already 3 minutes late. 

'Oh Kate... Keep going I'm going to -'

I cut him off and stopped what I was doing. 

'Andrew I'm sorry, I have to go. I'm already late for work,' I said, getting up. 

His jaw dropped. 

'No, you can't leave me like this,' he said, his body shaking. 

'Ummm just go finish off in the toilet, there's lotion in there. And don't leave a mess, and lock the front door once you're done please,' I said, grabbing my bag then leaving. 

'You are a horrible person,' he said, then got up and went to my washroom. 

I laughed under my breath as I put on my shoes and heard him moaning from upstairs. 

'Oh, and keep it quiet! Don't want to wake the neighbours!' I yelled up to him. 

'Shut up!' he yelled back.

I laughed harder, and left the house and got in my car to go to work. 

******************

I can't get over her. I know I'm 21 now and I haven't seen her in years, I just can't do it. I can't move on. Those other girls just haven't compared to her... Why did I leave her?.. Why?... I know I had no choice because my parents wanted to move back to Spain, but I should have given her a warning or just flat out told her... But I didn't... Things were so stressful at home with trying to figure out what the heck to do. My dad was losing his job and we hardly had any money. How was I supposed to explain this to the one I love? I didn't want to tell her that because I didn't want to believe it myself...




Sex with a Ghost



Oh the things I would do differently if I could go back in time... Gosh I'd take her to Spain with me... 

I wonder where she is now... I wonder what she's doing at this exact moment... I wonder if she's found a new lover... 

I was pulled from my thoughts as I felt a pair of teeth sink into my length.

'Ow Georgina! What have I told you about using your teeth?' I asked, rubbing myself to soothe the pain. 

'Well maybe if you stopped moving around and actually told me what feels good then maybe we wouldn't have this problem!' she scolded me. 

'I'm sure me not communicating with you has nothing to do with the fact that you just used your teeth on me,' I said, sitting up. 

'Well you never know. Some guys like it,' she said, shifting her body on the bed.

'Who the heck likes that?' I asked, giving her a weird look. 

'A few guys I've been with have liked it,' she said, shrugging her shoulders. 

'Well those guys clearly don't have nerve endings in their penis,' I said, pulling my pants back up. 

'You're not even going to let me finish you off?' she asked, scoffing. 

'Yeah I'm good,' I said, tying my pants back together. 

'Wow, you're lame,' she said, getting up. 

Georgina is an ex of mine. We broke up months ago and the relationship was never really a serious thing. I guess we booty call.. If that's what you want to call it... But I only call her up or she calls me up when we are both stressed or just need someone to talk to. 

She hasn't taken my virginity or anything. It's just messing around now... But I can't stop thinking about Kate... My God I need to find her... But who knows if she would even talk to me after I just left her like that... I was young and dumb... But that's just an excuse... I was so afraid of losing her, that I just decided to let her slip away.. 

Wow... I am so stupid... 

'I take it that you're not going to do anything for me?' Georgina asked, looking at me. 

'Ummm...' I said, trailing off. 

'Yeah, I get it. Goodnight Daniel,' she said, grabbing her purse then leaving. 

She left me there on my hotel bed and with the scent of her perfume. I'm visiting family and she just so happened to be in the area as well, so she texted me letting me know as she had remembered that I would be here. 

I lay down on the bed in a huff. 

Kate... Kate... 

Kate... 

I closed my eyes and drifted off into a sleep. 

****************

I waited the next group of people that came in. 

It looked like a family of 6. They all sat down at their table and I walked over to them with 6 menus. 

'Good evening, I'm Kate and I'll be your waitress for the night,' I said, handing out the menus to each individual. 

'Would anyone like to start off with drinks?' I asked, bringing out my pad of paper and a small pen. 

'Can we get 3 waters and 3 iced tea please?' the young gentlemen asked. 

I looked up at him and instantly he reminded me of Daniel. 

'Oh my gosh... Daniel?' I asked in shock. My entire world froze. 

'Mmm no, it's John,' he said, looking around at his family members. 

I slowly came back to reality. 

'Oh uh... Sorry... About that... So um.. 3 water, 3 iced tea?' I asked, writing it down.

They all nodded awkwardly. 

'Okay, I'll be right back with your drinks,' I said, shaking my head in disappointment then leaving. 

I headed to the back and grabbed 6 glasses. 

'You alright Kate? You seem a bit, flustered,' Heather said, holding my back gently. 

'Oh yeah... I'm fine...' I said, pouring the water in the glasses. 

'Is it... You know...?' she asked, helping me with the drinks. 

'What?' I asked, looking at her. 

'That thing with Andrew?' she asked, grabbing a tray. 

'Oh my gosh no,' I said, putting the filled glasses on the tray. 

'Do you still see him?' Heather asked curiously. 

'He came over for a bit tonight, but that was the first time in weeks. It's honestly nothing now,' I said, lifting up the tray. 

'Did you guys... Go all the way yet?..' she asked. 

'Ew no, I wouldn't do that with Andrew,' I said, heading out the little door and out into the crowd of people. 

I approached the table once again, handing them all their drinks. 

'So are we doing appetizers tonight or just straight to the main course?' I asked, pulling out the little pad and pen again. 

'I think we will just order now,' the man said. 

'Sure, what can I get you all tonight?' I asked. 

'I think we will just order a 24 slice with pepperoni and mushroom and 4 pounds of wings, medium please,' 

I wrote down the order quickly. 

'Okay, and can I get you guys a side of extra blue cheese?' I asked. 

'Sure, that'd be great,' he said. 

I added that to the paper, and collected their menus. 

'Perfect. I'll be back with you all soon,' I said, heading back to the front table and returning the menus, then heading back into the kitchen. 

I called out the order and placed it on the kitchen counter. 

I looked over at Heather and she was filling up drinks now. 

I grabbed a tray for her, bringing it to her. 

'Thank you,' she said. 

I smiled, placing the glasses she had already filled on the tray. 

'So like is Andrew good in bed?' she asked. 

'Heather he's a complete idiot. No wonder Catherine dumped him,' I said. 

'What? Why?' she asked. 

'He's just an idiot. You'd have to know him to understand how idiotic he is. I just don't like being around him,' I said, handing her the full tray. 

'Huh, that's weird. My one friend Mike said he's a good guy,' she said, looking at me. 

'Well maybe Andrew is two faced,' I said, opening the door for her. 

'Yeah maybe. Thanks,' she said, heading to her table. 

I've been working with Heather for around 3 months now. She's great. We go on coffee dates often and just talk about anything. She's my age too. 

The busy night went on and my shift was over. 

I drove home that night in deep thought. It's almost 2 AM. The late night shifts like this are always hectic. 

When I arrived home, I immediately went upstairs to remove all my makeup and removed the bun from my hair and hopped into the shower. 

Afterwards, I instantly crashed into my bed.

Daniel... Daniel...

Daniel... 

I closed my eyes and fell into a sleep. 

**************

I awoke in the middle of my hotel room bed, and I looked to the clock beside me with foggy eyes. 

Does that say 8:30?

Perfect. I woke up at the perfect time. 

I promised my Aunt I'd be at her house by 10 for brunch. Everyone will be there. All my family members that I haven't seen in years. 

If only someone else was there too that I also haven't seen in years...

I tried to block out the thought. I got up, showered and got dressed. I made it out on the road by 9:00. 

I drove down the freeway, thinking. 

Thinking. 

Thinking...

Stop thinking Daniel... She's moved on... I told myself in my head.

I turned off the freeway and started driving down the road. 

Suddenly, a deer ran out in front of my car. 

'Shit!' I yelled, and immediately turned the wheel to the opposite side, dodging the deer. 

I looked in the back mirror as the deer ran away. I was relieved. 

I quickly looked back on the road to be met with an oncoming car. 

Coming straight at me. 

The driver suddenly turned and we both missed each other, but my tires screeched and twisted and turned. 

Suddenly my car went out of control. 

'No!' I screeched as my wheel took full control of the drive. 

Before I knew it, my car was headed for a tree at the side of the ditch.

I was yelling, cussing at the top of my lungs and placed my arms over my face and braced myself to jump out of the car. 

I thought I made it... 

I thought I made it...

It was too late... 

I felt a stabbing through my entire mid section, ripping apart and destroying every organ in that part of my body. 

I tasted blood. I felt blood running all along my jaw and chin. 

I felt a wave of pure shock. 

Then it came slowly. 

A feeling I just can't describe. 

I felt the pace of my own heart beat slowing down. 

I gasped and choked at the same time for air. 

My vision was unfocused. Everything was a blur as I fell more and more unaware of reality. 

The beating of my heart wasn't there anymore. Everything froze.

I soon fell into a world of blackness and I froze too. 

**************

I awoke. 

Not in the position I was in before, not in the world that I was in before. 

This was different. 

Everything was different. 

I walked across the field of pure blinding white, hearing soft melodies being sung in the distance. 

'Where am I?' I finally asked out loud. 

'Daniel... Over here...' 

I looked around. Where is everyone? 

'Mom? Dad? Aunt Marie?' I asked aloud. 

I found my way closer to this voice. 

'You are safe with me Daniel, it is your time,' 

I looked at thin air. 

Then suddenly, a tall figure, stepped out from the clouds and embraced me in a tight hug. 

'I am The Lord,' 

Then it clicked into me... 

I died in that car accident... I never made it out alive... I never jumped before my car hit the tree... 

I broke down. 

'Oh... Lord... Please... Please don't take me yet... Please send me back... I'm not done on earth yet... Please...' I cried and pleaded to have Him return me to my body, but the Lord placed his hand on my shoulder, crying with me. 

'I am sorry Daniel. I can not help when you come to me. This is your time. You did many wonderful things on earth, now you can do them up here and send them down on earth,' 

I was in shock... 

I am dead... 

What about my family and Kate?... 

I cried harder into my hands. 

The Lord hugged me once again, then disappeared into the blanket of clouds. 

I looked up as he was now gone. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. 

'Daniel, it is so nice to meet you,' 

I looked at the man and I knew I had seen him before. 

I've seen him in photographs from my Aunt Marie... This is her husband...

The uncle I never met...

He passed away before I was even born. 

'Oh my... Hello... It is... Nice to meet you...' I said softly. 

'It is so sad... You are still so young...' he said, tearing up. 

'You look quite young yourself...' I said, looking at him, tears rolling down my face. 

'A young man like you should not be here yet... It's tragic...' he said. 

I looked down, crying more tears. 

He rubbed my shoulder soothingly. 

'You will find your place here. You will be happy again,' he said, then he walked away into the distance. 

I looked down at my own hands.,

There are no cuts, no scrapes, nothing.

I am a new person compared to who I was before I died...

I looked over at a vision of the crash. I walked over and watched as the ambulance carried me away, ripping open my shirt, resuscitating me. 

I suddenly felt a vibration in my chest, and I was back in the ambulance. 

'Stay with us, can you hear me?' voices called out and slapped my cheeks to bring me back. 

Groups of people hovered over me. I opened my eyes faintly, only to be met with blurry and unrecognizable faces. 

'He's back,' one called out.

'Stay with us, you're on your way to the hospital,' 

My vision soon fell back, and I was again pulled into that world of blackness. 

**************

I awoke a second time in that same place. 

The white blinding field.

They tried to save me... They tried...

I'm just meant to be here now... This is my home now...

I looked at the vision as the crew of paramedics resuscitated me over and over. 

I felt nothing. 

They looked around at each other, placing a finger to my pulse just by my neck. 

I was gone. 

****************

I awoke the next day with a strange and sick feeling.

Something's wrong... Something happened...

I got out of bed and made my bed, feeling strange. 

'What the heck is wrong with me?...' I asked myself, holding my head. 

I'm off balance or something... Something's just not right...

Something's just off... 

************

I continued to explore this new world. 

I looked down at the next vision.

It's my mom, dad, Aunt Marie and the rest of my family...

My mom ran to the phone with a smile. 

Moments later, she hung up in tears. 

I clutched my stomach as the pain grew within me. 

My mom broke down to the ground. My family ran to her. 

She yelled, she screamed. 

'Daniel's gone! Daniel's gone!'

I cried once again as I watched the vision...

My father cried out, the rest of my family stood there in shock. 

'He was killed in a car crash on his way here... Oh my Daniel is gone...' 

'I'm okay mom... I'm still here...' 

I couldn't watch it anymore... 

I turned to the next vision, drying my tears. 

It was a girl, maybe around my age. 

Wait. 

My age, a girl...

That's Kate... 

Oh my Lord...

She's beautiful...

She's everything I could have ever wanted...

She's so tall, so thin, so perfect...

I left her...

What was I thinking? 

Clearly I wasn't thinking... 

I watched the vision as she looked puzzled, but she still made her bed. 

I wonder where she is... What she has planned for the day... 

Just then, a guy came barging in her room, pushing her down to the mattress. 

Who is he?...

I can't watch anymore...

*************

'Kate... You're so sexy...' Andrew said, kissing my neck.

'Andrew have you been drinking?' I asked, trying to get him off. 

'Umm... Don't tell anyone... Not even my mother...' he slurred, holding my shoulder. 

'Shut up, Andrew. Get off of me,' I said, getting mad at him. 

'Fine. I saw Catherine at the bar last night,' he said, sitting up. 

'And?' I asked, fixing my shirt. 

'She was with another guy Kate,' he said, looking down. 

'Well you guys did breakup almost 4 months ago, so she's probably going to move on. Or maybe it's just a friend. It's not our business anymore,' I said.

'Whatever. Who cares anymore?' he asked. 

'Clearly you still do,' I said, looking at him. 

'No I don't, I... I'm glad she left me...' he said, pointing to himself. 

'Okay, you need to sober up. What the heck were you drinking?' I said, grabbing some water bottles from the mini fridge. 

'It was only a few drinks... Or more...' he said. 

'Drink,' I said, opening the bottle and tilting it to his lips. 

He drank it, choking as he did. 

'Slow, drink it slowly Andrew,' I said, bringing the bottle back. 

'I'm so thirsty though,' he said, trying to bring the bottle back. 

'I know. Trust me you will feel better if you drink it slowly,' I said, slowly bringing it back. 

He drank the water at a slower pace.

'What's wrong Kate? You seem... Anxious or something...' he said, swallowing the last bit of water.

'I don't know... I woke up with this strange feeling that something bad happened... But it's probably just me...' I said.

'Oh.. Well I should get going now... Thanks for the water..'

'How did you get here?' I asked curiously.

'My... My... uh... Friend dropped me off,' he said.

'And they left me to deal with you...' I mumbled.

'What?' he asked.

'Nothing. You're not driving, come on, I'll drive you back to your place,' I said.

'Are you sure?' he asked.

'Yeah.. But first you should shower.. I think you got puke all over your shirt...' I said, helping him stand.

He stood up and leaned up against my wall.

'Oh Kate.. Thank you for this..' he said, leaning his head back.

'Mhmm... No worries..' I said, tugging my fingers at the bottom of his shirt then lifting it over his head.

He groaned when I pulled it over his head. I threw the shirt outside of my room.

I looked down to his pants in shock.

'What the heck happened to your pants?' I asked, running my finger over the stains.

'Uh... I'm not sure... Why? What's wrong?' he asked.

'Umm... It looks like someone either spilled lime juice all over them or just beat you up in the grass, I can't really tell..' I said.

'Ohh... I couldn't tell you...' he said.

'And they need to be washed as well,' I said, removing his belt.

He looked down at my hands taking off his belt, then looked up at me.

'Hey Kate, what are you doing?' he asked, winking at me.

'Don't even think about it Andrew,' I said, throwing his belt off.

'Fine, fine, I won't,' he said, leaning his head back, sighing.

I leveled my face to his, grabbing his cheeks and looking him in the eyes.

'This has got to stop with all these going to parties and drinking, do you hear me? You are going to get yourself into trouble one of these days,' I said, shaking my head.

'But it's fun,' he said, looking in my eyes.

I let go of his face, and unbuttoned his pants.

'Not when you can't remember it it's not,' I said, dragging his pants down his legs.

He moaned.

I looked up at him.

'Andrew, stop. Lift up your feet,' I said, holding onto his ankles. 

'Oh... Kate... I love this position you're in...' he said, smirking and lifting his feet.

I rolled my eyes, taking his pants off his ankles.

I stood back up.

'Go get in the shower now, you're a mess,' I said, guiding him to the shower.

'Join me?' he asked, giggling.

I walked him to the washroom and started the shower water.

'Shut up and shower,' I said, helping him in.

'Just once Kate, please,' he said.

I closed the curtain on him and left.

I picked up his dirty clothes and headed downstairs and added them to the wash.

He really needs to cool it down with the partying... Just another reason why Catherine had to leave him...

I don't know Catherine very well, but I know of her. I've hung out in the same space with her and all, maybe had a few talks here and there, but that's pretty much it. From what I got of her, she is so nice and down to earth and would do anything for anyone. I regret doing this with Andrew.

I hope she finds someone who deserves her.

I made my way back up to the washroom, knocking on the door.

'You alright in there?' I asked, tapping the door with my knuckle.

'Uhhh... Yeah... How do you turn this thing off?' he asked.

'Don't be foolish, there's a handle right above,' I said, rolling my eyes.

'I can't find it,' he said.

'Ugh...' I opened the door and pulled open the shower curtain.

'Right here, Andrew,' I said, turning the knob and the water turned off.

'Ohhh... There...' he said, like a child.

I grabbed a fresh towel and tossed it on his shoulder.

'Yeah, come on, get dried and I'll take you home,' I said.

'I'm naked Kate, and in the shower... Come on... Just once...' he said, looking at me.

'Andrew you're hungover, just get out,' I said, going to the other room to grab fresh clothes.

'Fine... You have to promise next time though,' he said.

'I'm not promising anything,' I said, looking through the drawers.

I could only find a big sweater and some baggy tracks.

'Here, put these on,' I said, pushing the clothes into his chest.

'How will these fit me?' he asked, looking at them.

'Just put them on. I have to do a few things today Andrew, I don't have all day,' I said impatiently.

He pulled the sweater over his head and put on the tracks.

'Wow, they actually fit,' he said, tying the pants.

'Perfect. Now come on, let's take you home,'

*****************

I came back to the vision.

Who is this guy?... Where is she taking him?...

I shifted back to the other vision.

My entire family sat there, all crying, wiping and drying each other's tears, holding each other close.

'How could this happen?...' my mom asked, crying into my dad's shoulder.

I began to cry once again... I'll be watching over them for the rest of time until we meet again...

I looked back at the other vision, and she stopped the car in front of an apartment.

*************

'Thanks for the ride, and everything,' Andrew said, placing his hand on my leg.




Sex with a Ghost



'You're welcome,' I said, looking at the time.

'Can I have a kiss?' he asked, looking at me.

'Andrew please, I have to go,' I said, looking at him now.

'Fine. When will we meet up again?' he asked.

I shifted, turning my body to him.

'About that Andrew... I don't want to keep this going... It just really isn't my thing..' I said, looking down.

'You don't want to continue this, or even have sex?' he asked, looking at me.

'No, I don't. Thanks for your time. Good luck with everything,' I said, handing him his bag.

He scoffed.

'Alright then... Thanks... Take care...' he said, getting out.

'You too,' I said.

He closed the door and I began to drive off, watching him get smaller and smaller in my rear view mirror.

I focused back on the feeling I felt this morning.

That sick... something's not right feeling...

Daniel...

My subconscious repeated his name over and over...

Something's not right... I don't know what it is... But it's just not right...

I drove back home and I gave my mom a call once I got inside.

I looked at my schedule while I dialed her number.

I work at 6.

'Hello?' my mom answered.

'Hey mom, how are you?' I asked, sitting down on the couch.

'Good, just about to do some laundry,' my mom said.

'Huh, hopefully it's not puke stained laundry,' I said.

'Did you puke?' my mom asked worriedly. 

'No, my friend Andrew came over this morning and he was so drunk... He had puke all over his shirt... But anyways, mom, did something happen?' I asked her.

'Did something happen? What do you mean?' she asked me.

'Like, are you and dad okay? Is everyone okay?' I asked repeatedly.

'Uh, yes, everything's fine Kate, why do you ask?' she asked me.

'I don't know. I just feel like something happened,' I said in a quiet voice.

'Like what?' my mom asked.

'Like, something happened to someone, or someone got hurt,' I said, explaining myself.

'Mmmm no... Everything's fine,' she said.

'Okay... if you say so...' I said.

My mom chuckled.

'Yes, I'm positive Kate. Are you feeling okay?' she asked.

'Huh? Yeah... I think so...' I said.

I felt my head becoming warm, and my stomach turned.

'I think I'll go have a lie down. Thanks mom,'

'Okay, drink lots of water,' she said.

'Okay...' I hung up and put the phone back.

I lay down on the couch holding my head.

What's wrong with me?... What's happening?...

I closed my eyes to try to comfort this disturbing feeling I had.

I drifted off into a light sleep.

****************

I looked down.

She's asleep...

I watched her as her chest rose then fell, rose then fell...

Rose then fell...

She looks like an angel... I'm so lost for words...

She still looks like the Kate I knew... The beautiful, helpful, smart and charming Kate I knew...

I have to see her... I have to...

************

I awoke suddenly to a warmth on my cheek, travelling all the way down my arm.

I sat up startled, breathing heavily.

A shadow moved across my wall, and I blinked rapidly to see if I was dreaming or not.

The shadow was gone, but my heart was pounding.

Guess the sleep didn't really help... Now I'm seeing things...

I looked over to the clock and it read 5:00. I work in an hour.

I sat up slowly, as my head felt like a rock.

I began walking over to my kitchen to grab a glass of water. My throat felt like sandpaper.

I poured the picture of water into my cup, dropping it the second I felt a hand appear on my shoulder. 

I screamed, only to be met with an embracing hug from behind.

'I...I... Who are you? Get out of my house right now before I call the...'

'Kate...' a soft voice came up beside my ear. I felt lips softly graze my ear.

That voice... It sounds so strangely familiar.

I was breathing so fast, I could hardly keep up with myself.

'Please tell me who you are... Please don't hurt me...' I begged, pleading the person to talk.

'It's me... It's Daniel...' he said, tightening his grip around my hips, pulling me closer towards him.

Suddenly it was like I stopped breathing, it was like I could no longer see the world around me.

I turned around in his arms slowly, my face inches away from his.

And then I saw him. His beautiful face I knew from years ago, except this face was just an older version of the one I knew. 

It's him. 

It's Daniel.

I examined his face closely. His chiseled jaw was outlined by a thin line of facial hair. I slowly placed my hand on his cheek, feeling his face. His scruff looks about 3 days old. I then made my way up to his eyes, and my heart jumped.

Those are the eyes... The very eyes I looked into years ago.. The deep, dark brown eyes with a hint of mint green stormed into them as well.

My Lord... He's perfect...

****************

My God she's beautiful.

Her hair perfectly framed her slim face. Her lips looked smooth and plump. The very eyes I looked into years ago, are that same hypnotizing, light brown, hazel color...

I could stare at her forever...

'How... How on earth did you get in here? How did you find me?...' she asked, looking deep into my eyes while she rubbed my cheek.

My God her voice... I love her voice...

'I...' I didn't know where to start.

She looked at me, awaiting my answer.

'Kate, yes, I am Daniel, the one you knew when we were so young. But, I'm no longer here anymore...' I said, choking back tears.

I looked at her eyes as she too started to tear up.

'What do you mean? Where did you go?' she asked, coming closer to me.

'My words could never be enough to show you how truly sorry I am for leaving you years ago... I beat myself up for it everyday... I loved you then and I still love you to this day Kate... My father had to move back to Spain, we had no choice but to leave... It was the only way my father could support the family.. We lost so much money when we moved. Oh Kate... If I could do anything to make up for what I did, I will do it... I promise you...'

She looked at me with a face of sadness but relief. 

'I loved you too Daniel, and I still do... It's not your fault you had to go... I have missed you for all these years.. Please... Please don't leave me again... Please Daniel...' she cried into my chest, and I held her head.

'I won't leave you again... I promise you...' I said, placing a kiss to her head. 

'Daniel... How did you come into my house? How did you find me?...' she asked, looking up at me.

I took in a deep breath. 

'Early this morning Kate... I was killed in a car crash... I'm still the Daniel you knew, this is my presence of him though... God sent me down to see you and my family... One last time...'

****************

No. 

He can't be dead.

He's as solid as me. He's human. He's no presence.

No ghost.

Tears uncontrollably ran down my face.

'Please tell me you're not dead... You can't be dead... Daniel please...' I cried into his chest, holding him tightly to me.

He cried with me, holding me close to him, breathing deeply.

'Kate... I'm so sorry I never gave you or treated you the way you deserve... I'm so sorry... I hope this is my chance to make it up to you...'

I looked up at him as the tears continued to come.

I held his face, looking in his eyes.

'You can't be dead,' I said, whispering.

'I'm still here Kate... I promise you...'

I stared into his eyes, and I felt the tears on my cheeks hitting the ground.

'Please Kate... Can I please kiss you?' he asked.

**************

We both leaned in, and our lips brushed.

Oh my God...

I kissed her softly on the mouth, holding her jaw up with my finger.

Her lips were so smooth, so beautiful. They fit perfectly with mine...

Our lips overlapped sensually. I was getting goosebumps everywhere.

I moaned into her lips, and she placed a hand on my cheek, pulling me closer.

I wanted to be even closer to her.

'Daniel... I've been waiting for this for so long..' 

I was shocked.

Where do I begin?

She moaned as I began to kiss down her tilted neck, and I placed my hands on the side of her face as I did so.

'You have no idea how many times I've dreamed about this day... My heart has always belonged to you Kate...' 

I continued to kiss the soft skin of her neck, grazing my lips across her collarbones and shoulders.

************

Oh my God.

We're kissing, he's kissing me. 

After all these years... He's finally with me again...

He's not dead... He can't be... 

I'm dreaming... I'm dreaming...

No I'm not...

It still hasn't hit me yet... 

He began brushing his lips across my lower chest. I breathed heavily. 

'Oh Daniel... Oh yes..' I ran my fingers through his thick hair and leaned my head back. 

He kissed all over my neck, the base of my throat, my chest. 

'Your skin is so soft Kate...' he said to me between the kisses. 

The entire moment grew quick, and Daniel lifted me on top of the kitchen counter, encasing his arms around my legs. 

I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer to me. 

I lowered my head, showering his neck with kisses. 

He moaned, and pulled me closer to him. 

I began to kiss my way up to his ear, licking it gently. 

'Hmmm...' he moaned deeply. 

Suddenly the alarm on my phone went off, notifying me that I worked in half an hour. 

He kissed his way to my neck. 

I grabbed the back of his head, digging my nails into his scalp. 

'Shoot... I got to get ready for work,' I said, moaning as he continued to kiss my neck. 

'Please... Just a few minutes longer...' he said, holding my face, pressing our lips back together. 

I couldn't resist. 

I kissed him back, holding his face. 

'What was I thinking to leave you?' he said between the kiss. 

I was lost for words. The Daniel that I have loved for a decade now is finally here with me.

And he loves me too. 

He said his heart has always belonged to me. 

We both pulled away from the kiss. 

He moved the hair out of my face. 

'Kate...' he said, looking into my eyes. 

'Yes?...' I said quietly. 

'Are there... Any other boys?...' he asked hesitantly. 

'Daniel... I've been waiting for you... The guys I've been with just haven't compared to you... I can't be with anyone else... I just can't do it...' I said, looking down. 

'Oh my God... I can't believe this... I can't be with anyone either Kate... They just aren't you and nothing has ever worked out... My heart belongs to you... It always has, always will...' he said in a quiet voice. 

I teared up and so did he. 

'You can't be dead... You just can't be...' I said out loud, shaking my head. 

He looked down, letting out a small sigh. 

'It was my time..'

'Why? Why was it your time?... It's too early...' I said, looking down, my lips trembling. 

'I'm just not meant to live on earth anymore Kate... I'm alive, just in a different world now...' he explained. 

I looked up at him with watery eyes. His were watery as well. 

'Come on... You should get ready for work..' 

'No, if this is my only time being with you, I'll be late for work, I'll get fired, I don't care... Please spend the night... Oh please...' I asked, begging him. 

'Go get ready for work Kate... I'll come back to you... I promise... When you come home, I'll be here...' 

I looked deep into his eyes. 

'Daniel... You promise me?...' I asked earnestly. 

'I promise you,' he said seriously. 

'Okay... Even though I don't want to go..' I said, looking away. 

He guided my face back towards his, pressing a kiss to my lips. 

'I'll be waiting,' he said, then he disappeared. 

Okay...

I need a few minutes...

Maybe a few hours... 

Or years...

To process what just happened... 

Daniel... Was... Just... Here... With... Me...

I shockingly got off my counter, and resumed to regular schedule. 

I got ready for work and left, with all my hopes to come back and find my way into his arms again. 

At work, I couldn't focus. Heather was constantly on my back asking me what happened. 

But I just wanted to get home to him. I didn't want to be anywhere but in his arms. 

*****************

I awoke back in my new world. 

'Lord, oh Lord... Thank you for sending me down...' I cried out, hitting my knees to the ground, praising. 

I was able to visit my family as well... I told them what happened... I told them to be happy... As I am happy, and I'm still alive...

Just in a different world... 

My visitation and funeral will be soon... Very soon... I'll be there watching above, as all my cousins and aunts talk about the fun times we all had...

I'll be there... Supporting my parents... They know that I don't want them upset...

I was able to give them all a goodbye... They were all so surprised I had come back then left again... It was proper, it was appropriate...

They understood...

I will miss them... But I'll be with them everyday. 

Everyday of my life. 

I cried in my mothers and fathers arms. 

My mom held my face and said, 

'My sweet and young Daniel... Taken too soon... Please continue to be happy and we shall be happy too... Do amazing work from above... Send love down to earth... Please be with us everyday... We all love you so much...' 

I told them all I loved them, hugged everyone... Then made my way back here. 

Through all the tears and pain I felt, I made my way back here. 

Kate's almost done work now...

I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes, sending my soul back down to earth. 

***************

I drove home from work. My shift is finally over. I couldn't think. I could only think about Daniel. 

I pulled into my driveway and my headlights flashed out. The clock on the dashboard read 1:35 AM. 

I got out of my car, pulling out my key, and opening up the door. 

I walked in and closed the door. 

And there he was, standing in the middle of my living room. 

I threw my purse on the couch, taking off my shoes, then running to him, jumping in his arms. 

He caught me and held me securely in his arms. 

Our lips met instantly. His tongue grazed my lower lip, and I opened my mouth on his lips, granting him entrance. 

Our tongues brushed, danced and tangled. It felt so blissful. 

'You came back,' I said, holding his face tightly during the kiss. 

'I promised you I would Kate...' he said between the kiss. 

He promised...

And he's here...

'Where's your bedroom darling?' he asked, kissing my neck. 

'Mmmm... Up these stairs, then to your left,' I said, holding the back of his head. 

He made his way up the stairs, carrying me, holding me gently. 

He made a left turn and we were in my bedroom. 

The room was dark, but the moon cascaded the ground perfectly. 

He placed me gently on the bed on my back, and he hovered over me, holding himself up on his elbows, kissing my neck. 

'Oh Daniel... Please touch me...' I said, breathing heavily. 

His smooth and warm hands travelled my sides, my chest, my back. I moaned as his touch sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. 

'I love your body Kate... My God your body is perfect,' he said, running his hands up and down my torso. 

I blushed intensely, and I ran my hands up and down his sides, kissing the tender skin on his shoulder. 

He moaned gently. 

'You're so perfect Daniel... You're everything I could ever ask for...' 

**************

I couldn't be anymore happier... 

She began unbuttoning her work blouse, and I pulled back, lifting my shirt over my head and tossing it to her ground. 

She pulled her blouse back and off her shoulders, throwing it to her bedside. 

We pulled each other in again for another intense kiss.

Our lips lapped, our tongues danced. 

I ran my hand over her chest, over her bra. 

She moaned, and arched her back. 

'Does that feel nice?' I asked, repeating the action. 

'Yes...' she answered. 

I wrapped my arms around her, she arched her back, and I unhooked her bra with my fingers. 

I placed her bra on the bedside, placing my hands around her breasts, massaging them gently. 

She moaned. 

'So beautiful,' I said, massaging her breasts in my hands, leaning my head down, kissing her nipple gently. 

She gasped at the contact. 

I wrapped my lips around her nipple, licking it softly, running my tongue over it. 

Her moans were beautiful, her moans were the most breath taking sound I've ever heard.

'Oh Daniel... That feels good...' 

I moved to her other breast, repeating the same process.

She moaned once again. 

I could feel myself tightening and hardening in my pants. I've never felt this way. No one has ever made me feel this way. 

****************

His lips felt exquisite. 

They really are soft... So smooth... Just as I imagined they would be...

He kissed my lower stomach now, and I dug my nails in his scalp as his lips produced great pleasure on my body. 

'Your skin Kate... It feels so nice up against my lips...' 

His very words caused me to moan. 

He gently placed his finger tips in the waistline of my pants and panties, pulling both of them down my legs at the same time. 

I moaned once again at the feel of his hands running down my legs. 

I heard my clothing drop. Then he began kissing up my legs softly and so gently. 

'Mmmmm...' I moaned, biting my lip. 

His lips were inching closer and closer to my slit. 

'Oh Daniel... Yes...' I said, running a fist through my hair. 

He gently kisses my slit, running his mouth over top of me. 

I let out a long moan, gripping his hair even tighter. 

I'm finally feeling it... This time I don't have to imagine...

This is actually Daniel down on me... And it feels way better than I could ever imagine...

His soft and warm tongue licked on the inside of my lips, just grazing my clit. 

'Mmm... Daniel that feels so good...' I moaned, biting my lip. 

His tongue covered my clit, swirling around it gently. 

**************

She tastes amazing. 

Her smell is one of a kind. 

She's so beautiful... 

I continued to lick her delicate clit as she ran her fingers through my hair. 

Her moans and communication was beyond enough to drive me through the wall. 

She's all I want. All I'll ever want. All I'll ever need. 

She's all I need. 

She encouraged me to keep going, she told me not to stop...

She told me it felt great... 

I continued grazing my tongue with her clit, licking it softly. 

**************

I could feel it. 

I'm going to have the most amazing orgasm. 

My body began to shake and I started to lose focus. 

'Oh Daniel... I'm... I'm going to -'

My body cut me off, and my orgasm hit me hard and suddenly. I moaned as the feeling spread from my clit to the rest of my body. 

I felt him as he began kissing up my body, kissing my breasts. 

I breathed heavily... My orgasm began to fade... The feeling made my toes curl... 

The feeling was exquisite. 

'Daniel... My God... That felt great... That felt so good...' I moaned, still gripping his hair. 

'Anything for you Kate, anything,' he said, showering my neck with kisses. 

I moaned, turning us over so I'm on top. 

I kissed along his chest, his collarbones, the base of his throat. 

He moaned, holding onto the ends of my hair. 

I traced his torso with my fingertip. 

His body is beyond perfect. It feels so right touching him. 

'Mmm Kate...' he moaned as I began to remove his pants, dragging them down his legs. 

I dropped his pants and boxers down to the ground, kissing his stomach and making my way down. 

I heard his breath quicken. His hand ran through my hair. 

I grabbed him gently, softly pressing a kiss to his tip. 

'Oh... Mmm...' he moaned, tightening his grip on my hair. 

I licked the tip of him softly, swirling my tongue around him. 




Sex with a Ghost



'Kate... Your mouth feels so good...' he said, bucking his hips. 

*****************

Wow. 

I... I can't describe the feeling she's giving me...

I've never been in this kind of physical state before... Never physically felt this way before...

'Does that feel good Daniel?' she asked, stroking me up and down gently. 

'Oh my... Yes... Yes Kate... Oh please keep going...' I said, begging. 

She placed her lips back to me. She slowly began to suck my length, the feeling sent me to another world. 

'Oh my God... Yes...' I moaned through clenched teeth. 

She ran her lips up and down my length, and I was already so close. 

'Yes... Keep going Kate... That feels so good,' I moaned. 

She was hitting all the right spots... I'm going to have such an amazing orgasm...

'Kate! Yes... I'm cumming...' I moaned and gripped her hair tighter. I felt all my liquids filling up her mouth, and she licked me clean, kissing back up my stomach. 

The feeling of my orgasm spread throughout my body... And wow...

It was euphoric... 

'How was that?' she asked, kissing my torso. 

I breathed heavily, catching my breath. 

'Oh Kate... It was perfect...' 

I turned us over so she was back on her back. 

'Daniel, please take me...' she said, breathing heavily. 

'Oh Kate... Please... Can I? You're all I need...' 

'Yes... Daniel... I'm still a virgin...' she told me. 

I leaned down and kissed along her neck. 

'So am I,' I said, leaning down on my elbows. 

'You are?' she asked, looking up at me. 

'Yes... Of course... I'm surprised you are...'

'I was waiting for you...' she said.

'Oh Kate...' I pulled her closer to me. 

******************

I was waiting for him. 

'Are you ready Kate?' he asked, kissing my cheek. 

'Yes... Yes...' I said. 

He positioned himself, and he lifted my legs up to his sides. 

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. 

He breathed heavily, and slowly, he eased himself in. 

We both moaned, pressing our foreheads against each other's. 

'Are you okay so far Kate?' he asked, kissing my neck. 

'Yes.. Please... More...' I said, holding the back of his head. 

He slowly added more of himself into me. The feel of our flesh becoming one...

Was absolutely beautiful... 

I felt it... He was slowly taking my virginity... 

I closed my eyes tightly and held onto him tightly as the pain washed over me. 

'Is it okay Kate?' he asked, keeping still. 

'Yes... It's okay Daniel... Keep going...' 

He eased all of himself into me. And it was gone. My virginity was taken by the man I love. 

He stayed still, kissing my neck as the pain soon faded. My toes curled on his back. 

'Mhmm...' I moaned, letting him know to move. 

He slowly thrusted his hips, easing slowly in and out of me. 

There was no longer any pain. It was only pleasure. 

'Oh my.. You feel so good Kate...' he said, thrusting himself in and out. 

My hips met his thrusts, and the euphoric feeling spread through me. 

'Mmm... It feels good Daniel...' I said, digging my heels in his back. 

He thrusted his hips faster and harder, and we both held onto one and other. 

'Mmm yes...' he moaned loudly by my ear. 

'Oh God...' 

'I'm so close Kate... My God you feel amazing...' 

Soon, everything around me; my room, the bed, everything... No longer existed... 

Only me and him...

We both reached another high together. 

'Oh Kate!' he moaned aloud.

I tugged his hair, moaning loudly as we were both hit with another orgasm. 

He slowed the pace of his hips, slowly pulling out of me. 

We both breathed heavily. He gently placed my legs down, laying beside me. 

We caught our breath together, and he pulled me close. 

We both fell into a sleep. 

I fell asleep in my lover's arms.

****************

I awoke the next day alone in my bed. I smiled to myself as I remembered last night. Daniel and I had sex... And everything was perfect.. His clothes were no where to be found. My clothes were neatly folded in the corner. 

To my side, was a piece of paper. I picked it up, bringing it close to my face. 

'Kate, 

By the time you read this, I'll already be missing you dearly. I'll be smiling like crazy as I think about what we had done and shared together in your bed. I can never thank you enough for allowing me in to your bed, into your heart, into your life one last time... I waited to give myself to you and it was definitely worth the wait... Thank you for waiting for me... Thank you Kate... Sharing that with you was more than the world to me... Kate, you need to listen to me... You need to move on and love on. You need to find that guy who is going to treat you like a princess, who will wake up next to you, will do anything to see you smile... You have to find him... I've found my princess and she will always be with me, and that's you Kate. You need to find your prince... He's out there waiting for you... My God he's going to be the most blessed guy on this earth... You are my love Kate... Always have, always will be... I love you Kate... Thank you for... Everything... I will never forget you, and I will never leave you. I'm here watching above you for life,

Love, Daniel,'

The paper was dotted with my tears, and I held my mouth to keep them back. 

He was gone... He's gone forever now... I can never expect him to come back... 

I looked further on the page as there was a PS.

'PS,

Look in your drawer,'

I looked over at my drawer and opened it up. Inside there was two boxes. 

I dried my tears, and grabbed the boxes with shaky hands. 

I opened the smallest box first, crying once again when I looked inside. 

It was that very necklace that he gave me decades ago...

The very one that I broke... It is now fixed and new...

I immediately put it on. It's never coming off now. 

I then moved to the bigger box, lifting the lid. 

Inside, was the glass swan... 

The very one he gave me when we were in grade 5... 

I held it and kissed it, wetting it with my tears, placing it on my little table. 

At the bottom of the box, there was a note. 

'If I had to die just to meet you again, 

I'd die any day,' 

My heart sank, and I clutched my chest, lying back down in an ocean of tears. 

He's gone... 

He would die again... Just to see me again... 

I cried harder into my pillow, still smelling his scent on my sheets. 

How will I ever get over him?...

*************** 

October 26th, 2017

I placed the clean dishes on the rack, looking at the time. 

He's almost done school. 

I looked at the glass swan on my kitchen counter, and held the silver necklace that I wear everyday in my hands, smiling gently. 

Seconds later, my son ran through the door. 

'Mom mom mom!'

I knelt down and he ran into my arms. 

I pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

'What's all the excitement Daniel?' I asked my son, holding him tightly. 

'I just couldn't wait to see you mom! Where's dad?' 

I smiled at him. 

'He should be home soon sweetie,' 

As if on que, my husband walked through the door. 

'Dad! You're home early!' Daniel jumped up and down as he put his backpack down. 

'He is home early,' I said, smiling at him. 

My husband picked Daniel up, spinning him around.

'How was your day son?' he asked, kissing his cheek. 

'It was so fun! We made pumpkin cookies!' 

'You did? How were they?' 

'They were great dad, I brought some home!' my son hurried to his backpack to grab the sweets. 

I approached my husband Liam, and he kissed me sweetly on the lips. 

I looked up to the sky, smiling as I took my husband in for a hug. 

****************

I watched as my mom and dad settled into their new home. I smiled as my mom laughed at the baby photos she unpacked. My dad was laughing with her.

I looked down at Kate and her husband and their beautiful son Daniel.

I smiled as they all shared their son's cookies. 

I held the cross necklace tight in my hands. 

I knew she could find him. I helped her from above to find someone else. 

I knew she could do it... I knew she could find her lover... Just like I found mine...

'If I had to die to meet you again, 

I'd die any day,'

******************

How was it?? Thank you all sooo much for your time and for everything you do! I hope you're all well! xo

'You're perfect the way you are' - Katie xoxo



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She Teaches Him Restraint



We met at a Starbucks; she was a barista, and I a customer. We would talk over the counter as she brewed my order often teasing me about my 'froufrou' order. She was so damn cute, just a little thing she couldn't weigh a hundred pounds dripping wet. Her dark brown hair was cut in bangs that stopped just above her large blue eyes, with her little button nose and sly grin she had the perfect pixie face. Believe me I was hooked, I found myself stopping by for coffee even when I was running late and didn't have the time.

She knew my name from the side of my cup but I had to ask what her name was. She teased me about being a stalker but finally told me her name was Grace.

"Grace would you like to go get some coffee sometime?"

All she said was "Duh" and pointed to our surroundings. I could feel my face redden as I realized my faux pas,

"OK I deserve that, well how about some ice cream then?"

"Now that's better, pick me up at three-thirty when I get off. Oh here you go Mister Froufrou,"

as she handed me my coffee, she giggled when she said it.

I had to leave work early to pick her up but I wasn't going to miss this chance. I got there ahead of time and when I went inside she was talking to a customer and I felt a pang of jealousy. She didn't acknowledge me until her customer had left, then she looked up and smiled, "That's my afternoon lover," she teased.

"Does that make me you morning lover?"

All she said was, "We'll see" but even that made my heart soar. I took her to one of those fancy ice cream palaces downtown and she said she wasn't dressed for it. I told her she looked beautiful and meant it, she looked up at me and when she saw I wasn't teasing she smiled.

"God, I love your smile, I'm serious you light up the whole room. What would you like, if you're a good girl I might give you two scoops?"

"I want a sundae, what do I have to be to get a sundae?"

"Just being here you've done more for me than I could hope, you can have anything you want."

"Now you're being the good boy, what kind of reward are you looking for?"

I think I blushed but I said nothing, we sat at a booth and I watched her consume a sundae that was almost as big as she was. She had eaten hers and was helping herself to mine before I was half done. 

We drove back to her work to get her car and as I was thanking her for the great afternoon, she reached over and kissed me. It was a deep long kiss with a lot tongue and I swear when we parted I was panting. I held her close and when I tried to kiss her, she pushed me away.

"Now don't get too worked up, I have to go but thank you for the ice cream."

"Grace, how about a date, will you go out with me?"

"I don't know, we'll see, bye, see you tomorrow."

With that, she hopped out of the car and I watched her cute little ass sway as she walked back into Starbucks.

The next day she seemed glad to see me,

"Hi Rich, thanks again for yesterday, I had a good time."

"Have you given any thought on that date yet?"

"Why don't you come to my house for dinner tonight? I'll let you bring the dinner cause I can't cook."

I told her that would be great and asked her what she liked to eat.

"Anything that is rich and extravagant, I don't care, oh and bring lots I like to eat."

I talked to a maître d' I knew slightly and talked him into fixing a dinner for two to go. It was great he gave me china, silver wear, even crystal wine goblets. The meal was Steak and lobster and I had him throw in an extra steak and lobster. Grace was impressed and was delighted as she sat while I served her. She was beautiful, she had a little red dress on that showed off her muscular legs and was tight around her butt. I could tell she had no bra on as her little tittys pushed out and her nipples looked like two pencil erasers. I told her how gorgeous she looked and that I felt as if I was serving a princess, she laughed at this but I could tell she liked the compliment.

She devoured dinner, and I just couldn't figure where she could put all of this food. When we were done she sat back enjoying her wine as I cleaned up. When I had finished we went to her living room and sat on the couch. She began kissing me with passion but when I reached up to rub her breast she pushed me away.

"Look Rich, I like you and I'd like to be with you but I don't know if I can trust you."

"Grace I'd never do anything you didn't want me to, you can trust me."

"Talk is cheap what happens if you get all excited and then I want to stop, do you think you could stop then?"

I don't know why, just instinct I guess but I got down on my knees in front of her; I took her hand and kissed it.

"You are my princess and I am yours, whatever you wish is my command."

"Would you be willing to let me bind you to make sure you don't get carried away?"

"Huh, ah sure, whatever you want, I just want to make you comfortable."

"Listen Rich I know this sounds weird but you see I was raped right here in this apartment last year and by a man I was dating. I just can't get comfortable when I know that at any moment you might take advantage of me."

She started crying I got up and sat beside her putting my arms around her and holding her close.

"Grace, I could never take advantage of you but I want you to feel at ease with me, so anything you want to do I will do it.

"Rich I want to do wild things with you but I have to be able to control it, are you OK with that?"

I told her again anything that she wanted was fine with me; she got up and led me to her bedroom.

"Lay on the bed, I have some restraints I want to put on you."

I of course, knew about bondage and such but I had never been into anything like it. I did as she asked and she produced some handcuffs from somewhere. She had a big old brass bed and she cuffed both my hands and feet to her bed. Either I was naive or I trusted her as I wasn't nervous at all and I just laid still and let her do her handiwork. 

"Oh Rich this is going to be great."

She straddled my chest and began to make out with me; she held my face with both hands and put her tongue deep in my mouth. She stopped while she sat up and took off her dress leaving her only wearing a red thong, she said,

"I'm embarrassed by my little tittys, please don't laugh at me."

All the while, she was brushing her nipples and making them stand up. I was getting a raging hard on and as I began to pant I think I moaned more than said,

"Grace I love you tiny tittys, they're so sexy, may I kiss them please?"

"Maybe latter, she teased but first I want to kiss yours."

She put her hand under my shirt first rubbing my nipples to hardness, and then squeezing bringing pain to my eyes.

"Ooh am I hurting you? Do I need to give you a safe word, how about pussy whipped? If I go too far you just say your safe word and I'll quit."

"Please don't stop, do whatever you wish."

"Now that's being a good boy, here for that you can kiss my titty one time."

She put her breast to my lips and I gently kissed, she sighed so I went further and licked her nipple, when she didn't pull back I put her nipple in my mouth and caressed it with my lips. She pulled back and I thought I went too far,

"I'm sorry Princess; I didn't mean to take liberties." 

Grace said nothing but turned her back to me while she took off her panties. Her little round ass was so sexy; at this moment, I wanted nothing more than just to caress both cheeks. Then she turned around to show me her hairless pussy.

"Do you like my shave job; I did it just for you?"

I just nodded, as I didn't trust my voice. She crawled back on my chest; I could feel her wet pussy on my bare flesh. I watched as she turned her thong around in her hand then she put the crotch up to my nose. I inhaled deeply catching her scent as she rubbed the wet panty on my nose.

"Do my panties tell you how turned on I am? This is so bitchen to have this sense of power and not worry about some boy being mean to me." 

I watched as she rubbed her pussy and then almost came in my pants when she put her finger in my mouth. I watched her as she played with herself for me, her eyes were glazed, and her mouth was slightly open as she panted. Her nipples looked like they could cut glass and both of our bodies were covered in sweat.

"Princess may I please you with my mouth?"

When she didn't answer, I thought maybe she didn't hear me but then she moved up and put her pussy in my face. I stuck my tongue in her as far as I could; she moaned and started moving her pussy against my tongue and face. I lay still and let her rub herself against me, she kept going faster until she at last shuddered and collapsed on to me.

She kissed me, "You naughty boy you taste like pussy."

My face was covered in her juices she smiled as she rubbed her hand in my face rubbing her scent into me. I began to wonder if I was to get any relief, my cock ached and strained to bust out of my pants. I was so aroused I hadn't noticed the pain the cuffs were causing to my wrists and ankles. Suddenly she sat up,

"OK your turn, but I expect you to be a good boy."

She turned around still sitting on my chest still wet with her juices. I looked at her strong lean back down to her ass with her cheeks spread as she sat astride me. With her knees on the bed and now her feet pointed toward me, I saw how sexy they were. Her toes were long and painted a bright red and I just wanted to suck each, one at a time. I was paying so much attention to her body I hadn't noticed she had undone my pants but when she grasped my cock, I snapped back into reality. She started rubbing me and I warned her I was almost Cumming already. 

"That's good I wana watch you shoot. Oh my god, that's a lotta cum, that's OK keep spurting, I think this is so cute."

I don't think I have ever cum so much, spurt after spurt all over my belly and Grace. She held my now limp dick with one hand and began rubbing my load into my skin and hers. Still sitting on my chest she turned back around to face me.

"Is that all you got big boy? You look pretty limp and useless."

"Grace I have never been so turned on in all my life, I have plenty left just give me a minute to recoup."

She got up off me then bent over and bit my cock and when I winced, she chuckled then gave my cock a kiss.

"He's so cute when he's soft and cuddly."

My desires were falling into a place where they might never return but I couldn't stop, I didn't want to stop.

"Your highness may I please kiss your toes?"

Again, she smiled at me and I knew right then I would do anything for her just to see that smile. 

"You really are a naughty boy, how about my ass, would you like to kiss that too."

"Yes Princess, yes please let me kiss your ass, your feet, your arm pits, your whole body I want to worship you. I don't know where this was coming from I have never had any desires like this before, but I feel the need to please you."

"I shall grant you your wish," I could tell she was taking this all as a joke but I no longer was, I was serous and I wanted to be her slave. She stood on my chest and balanced herself with the low beam on her ceiling. She put her foot to my mouth but her warning look told me to go slow. She put each toe to my lips for me to kiss and then she forced her big toe in mouth. I licked and sucked it like a giant clit as I looked her in the eye and I could see this pleased her. The toe made a plopping sound as she pulled it from my mouth and I moaned, as I didn't want to stop. She turned around, sat on my face, and she spread those luscious cheeks with both hands. I found my lips up against her little rosebud and I gently put my tongue up against her tight little hole. She pressed harder against me encouraging me to go farther, I began to violate her rectum with my tongue. Now she began to moan, and she rocked on my face, I could tell that she was close to a climax as she kept moving faster and faster. Just before orgasm she moved up placing her clit in my mouth, I held on to it with my teeth as I sucked it hard as she climaxed. 

Only then did she notice my raging hard on, she turned around and impaled herself on my cock. She rode me hard and I still wanted more she reached up and pinched my nipples hard. I felt more pleasure than pain and I felt it in my groin. I refused to lose it I would not come until she did but she had other ideas and she was still in control.

"I want your baby, I command you to cum inside me," and that was the end of my control, I pumped my seed deep inside her womb.

We lay together both spent and that is when I began to feel the pain of the cuffs.

"Grace, do you think we can take these off?"

"Oh they're just toys just push the little tab on the side they fall right off."

We were married by the end of the year and by the way, I did give her a baby that first wonderful night. My life with Grace is as much as I ever hoped for but the best is still when she pulls out her toy handcuffs and then takes charge. Some people might call me pussy whipped but I never would because that is my safe word and I never have to use it. Of course, I still have to do all the cooking.



Sisters Surprise Marathi



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आमचे कुटुंब मुंबईतल्या या चाळीत रहात आहे. या चाळीत आमचे दोन खोल्यांचे घर आहे. पुढची रूम आम्ही बैठक रूम व झोपण्याची रूम म्हणून वापरतो व मागच्या रूममध्ये आमचे स्वयंपाक घर व एका कोपऱ्यात संडास, बाथरूम आहे. तीन मजल्याच्या या चाळीत आमची रूम शेवटच्या मजल्यावर कोपऱ्यात आहे. वर कौलारू छप्पर असल्यामुळे आमच्या बैठकीच्या रूमवर माळा आहे जो आम्ही आमचे न वापरातले सामान ठेवण्यासाठी वापरतो. आतल्या रूमच्या दरवाज्याच्या बाजूला माळ्यावर जाण्यासाठी शिडी उभी केलेली असते जी आम्ही वर जाण्यासाठी खाली पाडतो.



माझे वडील एका फॅक्टरीत प्रोडक्शन मॅनेजर आहेत. दिवसातील बराच वेळ ते त्यांच्या फॅक्टरीतच असतात. सकाळी ते लवकर जातात आणि रात्री उशीरा येतात. माझी आई घरीच असते व दिवसभर घरकामात ती गुरफटलेली असते. माझे वय १७ व मी बारावीला आहे. आणि हा.... माझी बहिण, संगीताताई, २७ वर्षाची आहे. ती माझ्यापेक्षा दहा वर्षानी मोठी आहे. तीन वर्षापुर्वीच तिचे लग्न होवून ती तिच्या सासरी गेली आहे.



मी घरात अगदी छोटा असल्यामुळे सगळे माझ्यावर खूप प्रेम करतात व अजूनही मला लहान मुलासारखे समजतात. मी वयाच्या चवदाव्या वर्षापर्यंत सर्वसाधारण मुला सारखा होतो. नंतर माझ्या लैंगीक भावना जोपासू लागल्या. आधी आधी मला त्याचा अर्थ कळत नव्हता पण जे मी अनुभवत होतो ते मला आवडत होते. आणि मग जस जसे माझे ’ज्ञान’ वाढत गेले तस तसे माझे मुलींबद्दलचे लैंगीक आकर्षण वाढत गेले. मला माझ्या वयापेक्षा मोठ्या मुलींचे व बायकांचे जास्त आकर्षण वाटायचे.



साधारणत: नऊ दहा महिन्यापुर्वीपर्यंत संगीताताईचे आणि माझे नार्मल बहिण भावासारखे संबंध होते. पण नंतर ते बदलले. संगीताताईचे सासर मुंबईतच आहे व ती एका प्रायवेट कंपनीत सर्व्हीस करते. तिचे मिस्टर एका मोठ्या कंपनीत मॅनेजर आहेत. ते सतत फिरतीवर असतात व महिन्यातले अर्धे दिवस मुंबईच्या बाहेरच असतात. जेव्हा ते आऊट आफ मुंबई जातात तेव्हा संगीताताई आमच्या घरी येवून रहाते कारण तिच्या सासरी तिच्या शिवाय कोणीही नसते. तिचे सासू-सासरे त्यांच्या गावी रहातात. तेव्हा लग्न झालेले असले तरी माझी बहिण बराच काळ आमच्या घरातच रहात असते.



एके दिवशी सकाळी मी ऊशीरापर्यंत झोपून होतो. आदल्या रात्री मला झोपायला ऊशीर झाला होता. आमच्या चाळीतील एका मित्राच्या घरचे सगळे बाहेरगावी गेले होते तेव्हा आम्ही त्याच्या घरी रात्री ऊशीरा ब्लू-फिल्म बघत होतो. ती इंडियन ब्लू-फिल्म होती ज्यात इंडियन मुली व बायकांची झवाझवी होती. तशी इंडियन ब्लू-फिल्म मी पहिल्यांदा बघितली होती व मी खूप उत्तेजीत झालो होतो. जरी मी ऊशीरा झोपलो होतो तरी मला माझ्या नेहमीच्या वेळी जाग आली आणि मग नंतर मला काही झोप लागली नाही. पुन्हा झोप लागावी म्हणून मी माझ्या डोळ्यावर आडवा हात ठेवून डोळे मिटून पडलो होतो. माझ्या डोक्यात रात्री पाहिलेल्या ब्लू-फिल्ममधले सीन होते. मी झोपण्याचाही प्रयत्न करत होतो आणि झोप न लागल्यामुळे मध्ये मध्ये डोळे उघडून इकडे तिकडे बघत होतो.



आई सकाळच्या कामात व्यस्त होती. बाबा नेहमीप्रमाणे लवकर उठून फॅक्टरीत गेले होते. संगीताताई बहुतेक अंघोळ करायला गेली होती. तिचे मिस्टर दोनच दिवसापुर्वी दोन तीन आठवड्याकरता बाहेरगावी गेले होते आणि ताई आमच्याकडे आलेली होती. एकदा जेव्हा मी हाताखालून डोळे उघडून बघितले तेव्हा मला दिसले की संगीताताई अंघोळ उरकून बाहेर आली होती व आफिसला जायला तयार होत होती. मला झोप लागत नव्हती तेव्हा मी सहजच तिच्याकडे बघायला लागलो.



आरश्यात बघून संगीताताई तिचा हलकासा मेक-अप करत होती. तिचा मेक-अप झाल्यानंतर ती कोपऱ्यातल्या कपाटाजवळ गेली आणि कपाट उघडून तिने आतली साडी बाहेर काढली. मग तेथेच उभी राहून ती साडी घालायला लागली. साधारणत: पुरुष मंडळी बाहेरच्या रूममध्ये असतील तर आमच्या घरातील स्त्रिया आतल्या रूममध्ये कपडे बदलतात. पण बाहेरच्या रूममध्ये कोणीही नव्हते फक्त मी होतो आणि मीही झोपलेलो होतो तेव्हा संगीताताईने तेथेच कपडे बदलणे यात काही आश्चर्य वाटण्यासारखे नव्हते. जरी मला मुलीं आणि स्त्रियांचे लैंगीक आकर्षण होते तरी मला माझ्या बहिणीचे कधी आकर्षण वाटले नव्हते. मी अगदी सहजच तिला न्याहाळू लागलो.



संगीताताईने आपल्या गाऊनची छातीवरची बटणे काढली मग खालून गाऊन वर करत काढून टाकला. आत तिच्या अंगावर काळ्या रंगाची ब्रेसीयर आणि निळ्या रंगाची पँटीज होती. हळूवारपणे तिने तिचा परकर घेतला व त्यात पाय घालून त्याची नाडी कंबरेला बांधली. मग तिने आपला ब्लाऊज घेतला व तो घातला. मग तिने ब्लाऊजचे खालचे दोन हूक लावले व आपल्या छातीचे उभार ब्लाऊजच्या कपमध्ये व्यवस्थित बसवून राहिलेले वरचे हूक लावले. ब्लाऊजच्या खालच्या आडव्या पट्टीत दोन्ही बाजूने बोटे घालून तिने ब्लाऊजची खालची कड व्यवस्थित केली. खांद्यावर ब्लाऊजमध्ये बोटे घालून तिने आतले ब्रेसीयरचे पट्टे व्यवस्थित केले.



मग तिने साडी घेतली व घालायला सुरुवात करू लागली. आधी कंबरेवर पेटीकोटमध्ये साडी खोचून तिने लपेटून घेतली मग पदर वगैरे काढून निऱ्या नीट करू लागली. नितंबावर साडी चापून चोपून बसवल्यानंतर तिने पदर नीट केला व पिन लावून खांद्यावर फिक्स केला. साडी घालून झाल्यानंतर तिने कपाटाच्या आरश्यात स्वत:ला मागून पुढून निरखून घेतले मग कपाट बंद करत पुन्हा जावून तिने मेक-अपचा फायनल टच-अप केला. आणि मग आतल्या रूममध्ये ती आईला निघते म्हणून सांगायला गेली.



आधी मी बऱ्याचवेळा संगीताताईला कपडे बदलताना बघितले होते आणि तिला तिच्या आंतर्वस्त्रातही ओझरते पाहिले होते. पण त्याक्षणी ती कपडे बदलताना मी तिला व्यवस्थित निरखत होतो. तिला अर्धनग्न अवस्थेत बघण्याचे ते दृष्य एखाद मिनिटाचे होते पण त्याने माझे आयुष्यच बदलून टाकले! रात्री पाहिलेल्या ब्लू-फिल्मचा परिणाम असावा कदाचीत पण प्रथमच मी संगीताताईला माझी ’मोठी बहिण’ या नजरेने न बघता एक ’भरलेली स्त्री’ या नजरेने बघितले.



संगीताताई उंच होती, ५ फूट ७ इंच किंवा ८ इंच असेल. गोरा गोरा रंग, माझ्या आई सारखा. लांबसडक पाय, वळणदार नितंब, सपाट पोट, खोलगट गोल नाभी आणि मोठे मोठे छातीचे उभार, जे ब्रेसीयरमध्ये मावत नव्हते. त्यावेळी मला माहित नव्हते की तिची फिगर ३६-२४-३६ वगैरे आहे की नाही पण जे मी पाहिले ते मला नक्कीच उत्तेजीत करून गेले. माझा लंड माझ्या शार्टमध्ये इतका कडक झाला होता की तसा तो कधीही झाला नव्हता. माझा लंड इतका कडक झाला कारण कदाचीत मी जे पाहिले होते ते ’भाऊ’ या नात्याने मी पहायला नव्हते पाहिजे.



त्यादिवसानंतर संगीताताईला कपडे बदलताना गुपचूप बघणे हा माझा दिनक्रम झाला. जस जसे मी तिला निरखून बघू लागलो तस तसे मला तिच्या मादक सौंदर्याची जास्तच जाणीव होवू लागली. प्रत्येक क्षणी माझ्या मनात आता संगीताताईचा विचार असायचा. मी क्षणोक्षणी तिला गुपचूप निरखू लागलो पण तिला माझ्यातील या बदलाबद्दल कधी कळले नाही. तिचे वागणे माझ्याशी मोठ्या बहिणीसारखेच होते पण मी आता तिच्या प्रेमळपणाचा आणि जवळीकतेचा गैरफायदा घेवून तिच्या भरलेल्या शरीराचे स्पर्शसूख घेवू लागलो.



आता संगीताताईने मला प्रेमाने कवेत घेतले की मला तिच्या मऊ मऊ छातीच्या उभारांचा स्पर्श स्पष्ट जाणवायचा. घरातून इकडे तिकडे फिरताना तिच्या मासंल अंगाला हात लावायची संधी मला नेहमी मिळायची. मी नेहमी दिवाणावर झोपून टिव्ही बघत असे आणि मुद्दाम दिवाणाच्या मध्यावर, कुशीवर झोपत असे. बऱ्याचदा संगीताताई बेडवर बसून टिव्ही बघत असे किंवा पेपर वगैरे वाचत असे. मी मध्यावर तसा झोपलेलो असल्यामुळे तिला मला टेकून बसावे लागे. त्यामुळे माझा मांड्यांमधला भाग तिच्या नितंबाला मागून सटत असे व मी तिच्या नितंबाच्या गोलाईचे स्पर्शसूख घेत असे. तिचे शरीर मला नेहमी गरम भासे व त्याने मीही ’गरम’ होई. पण माझा लंड जास्त कडक न होण्याची मी काळजी घेत असे की ज्याने ते तिच्या लक्षात येवू नये म्हणून.



आमच्या चाळीला लागून एक बागेसारखे मैदान होते आणि आमच्या बाहेरच्या रूमची खिडकी त्याबाजूला होती. खिडकीत उभे राहून त्या मैदानात चाललेली वर्दळ पहाणे हा एक आमचा विरंगुळा होता. आता जेव्हा मी खिडकीत उभा राहून बाहेर बघत असे तेव्हा मी माझे हात खिडकीच्या ग्रिलवर, थोडे वर असे ठेवत असे की कधी कधी संगीताताई माझ्या बाजूला येवून उभी राहिली की तिची छाती माझ्या हातावर दाबली जायची. ती अगदी सहजच मला खेटून उभी रहात असे पण मला जर काही जाणवत असेल तर ते म्हणजे तिच्या छातीच्या उभाराने ग्रिलवर दबलेला माझा हात! मी कधी माझ्या हाताची हालचाल करत नसे व हात स्थिरच ठेवत असे. बोलताना संगीताताईच हलत असे व माझ्या हाताला तिच्या पुष्ट छातीचा ’मसाज’ देत असे.



कधी कधी मी माझा हात खिडकीच्या सीलवर ठेवत असे व संगीताताई माझ्या बाजूला येवून उभी राहिली की माझा हात तिच्या मांड्यामध्ये दबला जात असे. मला तिच्या माड्यांमधली ’गरमी’ स्पष्ट जाणवायची. कधी कधी तर मी माझा हात उलटा ठेवत असे, म्हणजे मूठ सीलवर टेकवून. आणि जेव्हा ती खिडकीला टेकून माझ्या बाजूला उभी राही तेव्हा माझ्या बोटांचा स्पर्श तिच्या मांड्यांमध्ये व्हायचा. आधी मला वाटायचे की संगीताताईच्या पुच्चीला माझ्या बोटांचा स्पर्श होत आहे पण नंतर मला कळले की तो तिच्या पुच्चीचा वरचा फूगीर भाग होता. अर्थात! हे सगळे नकळत होत आहे असेच मी भासवत असे. संगीताताईच्या ते कधी लक्षात आले नाही की मी तिच्या नाजूक भागाचे स्पर्शसूख घेत होतो ते.



असेच एक दोन महिने गेले आणि दिवसेंदिवस संगीताताईबद्दलची माझी कामवासना वाढत गेली. रात्रंदिवस मी तिचा विचार करू लागलो. रात्री ती माझ्या जवळच झोपायची. आई, तिच्या बाजूला संगीताताई आणि शेवटी भिंतीजवळ मी झोपायचो. बाबा वर दिवाणावर झोपायचे. आमची ही झोपण्याची व्यवस्था पहिल्यापासून होती व संगीताताईच्या लग्नानंतर जेव्हा जेव्हा ती आमच्या घरी रहात असे तेव्हा तेव्हा आम्ही पहिल्यासारखेच एकमेकांच्या जवळ झोपत असू. रात्रीच्या वेळी आम्ही कधी नाईट लॅम्प वगैरे लावत नसू त्यामुळे रूममध्ये अंधारच असायचा. रस्त्यावरील लाईटचा प्रकाश थोडाफार घरात येत असे व अंधारात नजर सरावल्यावरच अंधूकसे दिसत असे.



सुरवातीला, संगीताताई जवळ झोपलेली असताना मी अंधारात नजर सरावल्यावर, अंधूकपणे दिसणाऱ्या तिच्या शरीराच्या गोलाईकडे तासंतास नुसता बघत असे. तिच्याकडे तसे बघत मी तिच्याबरोबर कामूक क्रिडा करत असल्याची कल्पना करत असे व कधीतरी झोपून जाई. पण नंतर नंतर मला नुसते बघत बसण्यापेक्षा काहितरी करावेसे वाटू लागले. तेव्हा आता मी हळु हळू संगीताताईजवळ सरकून तिला चिटकून झोपू लागलो. एकदा तिला चिटकून पाठीवर पडून राहिल्यानंतर मी कुशीवर वळत असे ज्याने माझा पुढचा भाग तिच्या अंगाला चिकटला जात असे. एक बरे होते की संगीताताईची झोप अगदी शांत व गाढ होती. सहसा ती कधी झोपेत चुळबूळ करत नसे. उलट मी झोपेत जास्त लोळत असे.



पुर्वी कित्येकदा गाढ झोपेत असताना मी संगीताताईच्या अंगावर जात असे. मला जाग आली की कळायचे की मी माझ्या बहिणीच्या अंगावर आलो आहे. पण झोपेच्या मूडमध्ये वळून सरळ व्हायचा कंटाळा यायचा तेव्हा मी तसाच तिच्या अंगावर रेलून झोपी जायचो. कधी कधी माझ्या वजनाने तिला जाग आली तर ती मला ढकलून सरळ करत असे व पुन्हा झोपी जात असे. तिने मला सरळ करताना जाग आली तरच मला कळायचे की झोपेत मी तिच्या अंगावर गेलो होतो. तेव्हा ते सगळे नकळत होत होते पण आता त्याच गोष्टीचा फायदा घेत मी कामूकतेने तिच्या अंगाला चिटकत असे. 



प्रत्येक हालचाली नंतर मी स्तब्ध राहून संगीताताईच्या हालचालीचा कानोसा घेई. तिच्याकडून काही हालचाल झाली नाही की मगच मी पुढची हालचाल करत असे. नंतर नंतर माझा धीर वाढत गेला. एकदा तिला चिटकल्यानंतर मी हळूच माझा पाय तिच्या मांड्यांमध्ये टाकत असे व तिची मांडी माझ्या दोन्ही पायामध्ये अलगद पकडत असे. गाऊनच्या वरूनही तिची मांडी मला गरम गरम भासे. तिच्या मांडीवर माझ्या लंडाचा भाग चिटकवण्याचे सूख काही औरच होते! बऱ्याचदा मी तासंतास तसाच पडून रहात असे, अगदी माझ्या मांड्यांना रग लागेपर्यंत.



आधी आधी मी संगीताताईच्या पायामध्ये पाय टाकून पडून रहात असे पण नंतर नंतर मी जास्तच धीट होत गेलो. आता मी हळुवारपणे तिचा गाऊन वर सरकवू लागलो. जर तिचे पाय सरळ असतील व गाऊन जास्त वर सरकत नसेल तर मी हळूच तिचा पाय वर करत असे. सावधपणे तिच्या हालचालीचा पुर्णपणे कानोसा घेत मी तिचा पाय गुढग्याच्या खाली धरून वर करत असे ज्याने तिचा पाय गुढग्यात थोडासा दुमडत असे व त्याने मला तिच्या पायाखाली अडकलेला गाऊन वर करता येत असे. एक एक करत तिचे पाय किंचीतसे वर करत मी तिच्या पायाखाली अडकलेला गाऊन तिच्या मांड्यांपर्यंत वर सरकवत असे. एकदा पायाखालचा गाऊन वर सरकवला की मग वरच्या भागावरचा गाऊन सहजपणे मांड्यांपर्यंत वर सरकवता येत असे.



एकदा संगीताताईचा गाऊन वर केला की मग मी तिच्या उघड्या मांडीवर पाय टाकून तिला चिटकून पडत असे किंवा कधी कधी माझ्या हाताने तिची उघडी मांडी चाचपत असे. मी कुशीवर राहून अलगद माझा पुर्ण पंजा तिच्या मांडीवर एका ठिकाणी ठेवत असे व दोन चार मिनीटे स्तब्ध राहून तिच्या गरम मांडीचे स्पर्शसूख अनुभवत असे. मग पंजा उचलून दुसऱ्या भागावर ठेवत असे व पुन्हा तेथे दोन तीन मिनीटे स्तब्ध रहात असे. अशा तऱ्हेने मी तिच्या उघड्या पुर्ण मांडीचे स्पर्शसुख घेत असे.



कधी कधी मी तिच्या कंबरेत हात घालून तिला हलकेच कवेत घेत असे तर कधी कधी खाली तिच्या मांडीवर माझा लंड टेकवत, हात तिच्या पोटावरून टाकत तिला हलकेच मिठी मारत असे. मला चांगले आठवते तसे तिला मिठी मारायचो तेव्हा उत्तेजीत होवून मी पहिली वेळ कसा सत्खलीत झालो होतो ते. एके रात्री मी संगीताताईला असाच मिठी मारून पडलो होतो. ती गाढ झोपेत होती. संध्याकाळी मी एक नागड्या मुलींची चित्रे असलेले एक मॅगझीन पाहिले होते तेव्हा माझी कामवासना एकदम पेटलेली होती. माझ्या बहिणीला मिठी मारून पडलेलो असताना माझा लंड भलताच टाईट झाला होता. वासनेच्या भरात मी हळूच हात वर केला व तिच्या डाव्या छातीच्या उभारावर ठेवला (मी तिच्या उजव्या हाताला होतो).



वाऊ! काय मुलायम स्पर्श होता माझ्या बहिणीच्या छातीचा! मी माझा हात अजिबात न हलवता फक्त तिच्या छातीचा मऊपणा अनुभवत होतो. मग हळूच मी माझी बोटे हलवली, इतक्या हळूवारपणे की क्वचीतच एक दोन मिलीमीटर हलली असावी. इतकी थोडी की कोणी म्हणू शकणार नाही की मी तिची छाती दाबली, फक्त तिची छाती दाबल्याचा आभास व्हावा इतकी. प्रथमच मी माझ्या बहिणीच्या छातीच्या उभारांना इतका वेळ स्पर्श केला होता आणि मला तो स्पर्श खूप आवडला होता. मी इतका उत्तेजीत झालेलो होतो की माझा लंड प्रमाणाच्या बाहेर कडक झाला होता. माझ्या लंडात सत्खलनाच्या त्या परिचीत भावना चालू झाल्या आणि मी त्या कंट्रोल करायच्या आत माझा ताबा सुटला आणि मी अंडरपॅन्टमध्ये सत्खलीत होवू लागलो. माझा लंड आचके देत विर्य सोडू लागला व क्षणार्धात माझी अंडरवेअर विर्याने भरून गेली.



थोडा वेळ माझा लंड आचके देत राहिला व हळु हळू शांत झाला. माझ्या सगळ्या कामभावना थंड झाल्या. मी वळालो व पाठीवर सरळ होवून पडून राहिलो. दहा पंधरा मिनीटे थांबल्यानंतर मी हळूच उठलो व टायलेटमध्ये गेलो. टायलेटमध्ये आल्यावर मी माझी शार्ट काढली व नंतर अंडरवेअर काढून त्यावरील माझे विर्य कसेबसे स्वच्छ केले. जरी मी विर्य पुसून काढले तरी अंडरवेअर ओलीच होती. नंतर लघवी करून मी पुन्हा अंडरवेअर व शार्ट घातली आणि बाहेर आलो. मग मी गुपचूप येवून माझ्या जागी पडलो व झोपायचा प्रयत्न करू लागलो. ओल्या अंडरवेअरमुळे मला थोडे अस्वस्थच होत होते पण केव्हातरी नंतर मला झोप लागली.



त्या नंतर मी काळजी घेवू लागलो की रात्री माझ्या बहिणीला गुपचूप मिठी मारल्यानंतर जास्त उत्तेजीत न होण्याची किंवा माझा लंड जास्त कडक न होण्याची. कारण अंडरवेअरमध्ये सत्खलीत झाल्यानंतर ती साफ करणे म्हणजे वैताग होता. दिवसेंदिवस माझा धीर वाढतच होता. आता मी संगीताताईचा गाऊन शक्य होईल तितका वर करत असे व तिच्या उघड्या मांड्या व मांड्यांच्या आतल्या भागाला स्पर्श करत असे. कधी कधी माझा स्पर्श तिच्या आतील पँटीजलाही व्हायचा तर कधी कधी मी पँटीजवरून तिच्या पुच्चीला स्पर्श करायचो. काय गरम भासायची माझ्या बहिणीची पुच्ची मला! तिच्या पुच्चीचा फुगीरपणा आणि दोन्ही पटलांचा आकार मला तिच्या पँटीजवरून सहजच जाणवायचा.



अशा तऱ्हेने मी माझ्या मोठ्या बहिणीच्या छातीचे उभार आणि पुच्ची रात्रीच्यावेळी गुपचूप हाताळत होतो. तिला कधी कळलेच नाही की तिचा लहान भाऊ तिच्याबरोबर काय करतोय ते. संगीताताईला कामवासनेने गुपचूप स्पर्श करण्याचा माझा हा उद्योग एक दोन महिने चालू राहिला. मी पुर्णपणे काळजी घेत असे की माझा हा ’उद्योग’ तिच्या किंवा कोणाच्याही लक्षात येवू नये याची. मला वाटले मी खूप स्मार्ट आहे व कधी पकडलो जाणार नाही... पण मी चुकलो! माझा हा खेळ एक ना एक दिवस संपणारच होता. एके रात्री मी संगीताताईला हलकेच मिठी मारत तिच्या छातीच्या स्पर्शाचे सुख घेत होतो. माझा अर्धवट कडक लंड खाली तिच्या मांडीला चिकटला होता. अचानक संगीताताईला जाग आली! कदाचीत झोपेच्या अंमलाखाली असावी म्हणून पण जाग आली तरी तिने काही हालचाल केली नाही. अंधारात ती जागी झालेली आहे हे माझ्या लक्षातच आले नाही.



संगीताच्या लक्षात आले की तिच्या लहान भावाचा एक हात तिच्या छातीवर होता. तसेच त्याचा एक पाय तिच्या दोन्ही पायात होता व तो तिला चिकटला होता. तिला वाटले की झोपेत तो तिच्या अंगावर आला आहे. ती झोपेच्या मूडमध्ये होती तेव्हा तिने त्याला बाजूला केले नाही व ती पुन्हा झोपी जाण्याचा प्रयत्न करू लागली. पण त्याचा भार तिच्या अंगावर असल्यामुळे तिला जरा अस्वस्थच वाटत होते तेव्हा तिला लगेच झोप लागली नाही. अचानक तिच्या लक्षात आले की त्याची बोटे तिच्या छातीच्या उभारावर हलत आहेत. तिला नक्की कळत नव्हते पण तिला असे वाटत होते की तो तिची छाती दाबत आहे. तसेच तिच्या लक्षात आले की त्याच्या मांड्यामधून काहितरी कडक कडक तिच्या मांडीवर खुपसत होते.



संगीताच्या मनात भितीचा थरकाप पसरला... अरे देवा! तो माझी छाती दाबत आहे का??? मला चिटकून खाली त्याचा लंड कडक झाला आहे का??? तिच्या काही लक्षात येत नव्हते व ती विचारशून्य झाली म्हणून ती हालचाल न करता तशीच पडून राहिली. काही वेळानंतर तिला जाणवले की त्याने तिच्या छातीवरचा हात काढून घेतला आहे व तो बाजूला झाला आहे. पण नंतर तिला जाणवले की तिचा गाऊन वर सरकत आहे. तिचे पाय किंचीत दुमडलेले असल्यामुळे गाऊन सहजपणे तिच्या गुढग्याच्यावर सरकला. नंतर तिला आपल्या पुच्चीवर त्याच्या बोटांचा स्पर्श जाणवला. 



अरे देवा! अरे देवा! तो मला ’तेथे’ स्पर्श करत आहे.... माझा लहान भाऊ माझ्या ’नाजूक’ भागाला स्पर्श करत आहे.... तो आपल्या मोठ्या बहिणीच्या ’पुच्चीला’ स्पर्श करत आहे!! तिचा विश्वासच बसत नव्हता. तिला कळेना काय करावे ते. ती स्तब्धच झाली व हतबलपणे पडून राहिली. तिला असे वाटत होते की त्याला थांबवावे पण तिच्यात धीरच नव्हता त्याला थांबवण्याचा. तिचा भाऊ तीच्या पुच्चीला हळूवारपणे स्पर्श करत होता व ती काही न सुचून तशीच पडून राहिली. बऱ्याच वेळानंतर त्याचा हात बाजूला झाला व तिला जाणवले की तो पाठीवर सरळ झालाय ते. नंतर बराचवेळ त्याने हालचाल केली नाही. संगीताच्या लक्षात आले की कदाचीत त्याला झोप लागली असावी. ती झाल्याप्रकारबद्दल विचार करू लागली व तिलाही केव्हातरी झोप लागून गेली.



दुसऱ्या दिवशी दिवसभर संगीताच्या मनात रात्री घडलेल्या गोष्टीचाच विचार होता. जे काही घडले त्याबद्दल तिला खात्री नव्हती तेव्हा ती शांत राहिली व पुढच्या दोन तीन रात्री तिने आपल्या लहान भावाच्या हालचालीचे गुप्तपणे निरीक्षण केले. रात्री तो तिच्याबरोबर जे काही करायचा त्यावरून तिची खात्री पटली की तो तिला कामवासनेने स्पर्श करत होता. आधी तिच्या मनात विचार आला की आईला सांगावे. पण आपला लहान भाऊ आपल्याबरोबर काय करतोय हे आईला सांगायची तीला लाज वाटली. आणि तिने आईला सांगितले आणि आईने बाबांना सांगितले तर कोण जाणे काय होईल ते? बाबा त्याला मारतील, झोडपतील, कदाचीत घराबाहेर हाकलून देतील.



तसे काही व्हावे असे तिला वाटत नव्हते कारण काही झाले तरी तो तिचा लाडका लहान भाऊ होता. आता अशा कोवळ्या वयात मुलांच्या मनात मुलींविषयी कामूक आकर्षण निर्माण होणे नैसर्गिक होते. आणि काम-आकर्षणात ते आपल्या बहिणीकडे किंवा नात्यातल्या कोणत्याही स्त्रीकडे आकर्षित होणे सहाजिकच होते. बऱ्याच ठिकाणी तिच्या वाचनात ते आले होते. तेव्हा या प्रकाराबद्दल कोणालाही न सांगता आपणच त्याला नंतर समजावून सांगूया असे तिने ठरवले व ती शांत राहिली.



हळु हळू माझे सगळे उद्योग व हालचाली संगीताताईच्या लक्षात येवू लागल्या. ती कपडे बदलत असताना मी तिला चोरून बघत असतो हे तिच्या लक्षात आले. घरात वावरताना किंवा तिने मला प्रेमाने जवळ घेतले असताना मी तिला कसा आणि कोठे कोठे स्पर्श करत होतो ते तिला कळू लागले. खिडकीत उभे असताना कसे मी तीच्या नाजूक भागांचे स्पर्शसुख अनुभवतो हे तिच्या लक्षात आले. मला अजिबात कल्पना नव्हती की माझ्या बहिणीला तीच्याविषयीच्या माझ्या खऱ्या भावना कळल्या आहेत याची व मी माझे सगळे उद्योग चालू ठेवले. पण ती मला काही बोलली नाही की तिने मला कधी थांबवले नाही.



संगीताताईला कामूकपणे बघण्याची आणि कामूकतेने स्पर्श करण्याची जी मी धडपड करायचो ते पाहून हळु हळू तिला मजा वाटू लागली. तिच्यासाठी मी कसा आणि किती पागल झालो आहे हे लक्षात आल्यावर तीही उत्तेजीत होवू लागली. लग्नाआधी तिचे आयुष्य एकदम साधे होते. शाळा, कालेजमध्ये तिचे कधी कोणा मुलाबरोबर अफेअर वगैरे नव्हते त्यामुळे एखादा मुलगा पाठी लागल्यावर जी मजा वाटते किंवा कोणी आपल्यावर ’मरत’ आहे याच्या जाणीवतेने जी उत्तेजना वाटते ते ती अनुभवू लागली. आणि आता लग्नानंतर तिला आपल्या नवऱ्याकडून लैंगीक सुखाची मजा माहीत होतीच पण तो नेहमी मुंबईच्या बाहेर फिरतीवर असल्यामुळे बराच काळ तिला लैंगीक सुखापासून वंचित रहावे लागत होते. त्यामुळे सुद्धा आपला लहान भाऊ आपल्याकडे कामवासनेने आकर्षित झाला आहे त्यात तिला मजा वाटू लागली.



त्यामुळे माझ्या खऱ्या भावना तिला कळल्या आहेत व ते योग्य नाही म्हणून माझी कानऊघडी करण्याऐवजी माझी बहिण मला गुपचूपपणे प्रोत्साहित करू लागली. आता ती कपडे बदलत असताना मी तिला चोरून बघत आहे याची जाणीव ठेवून ती कपडे बदलायला जरा जास्तच वेळ घेवू लागली. मला तिच्या अर्धनग्न शरीराचे व्यवस्थित व मनसोक्त दर्शन होईल अशा तऱ्हेने ती कपडे बदलू लागली. काही खास कारण नसताना ती मला छोट्या छोट्या गोष्टीवरून प्रेमाने कवेत घेवू लागली किंवा मिठीत घेवू लागली. खिडकीत उभे असताना आता ती बिनधास्तपणे मला चिटकू लागली व मला तिच्या भरदार छातीचे तसेच मांड्यामधील नाजूक भागाचे भरपूर स्पर्शसुख देवू लागली.



रात्री झोपल्यावरही संगीताताई मला माझ्या रात्रीच्या ’उद्योगात’ गुपचूपपणे सहकार्य करू लागली. माझ्या कोठल्याही हालचालीने किंवा स्पर्शाने जागे न होता ती गाढ झोपेत असल्याचे नाटक करू लागली. कित्येकदा ती गाढ झोप लागण्याचे नाटक करण्याआधी चुळबूळ करून स्वत:च आपला गाऊन वर होवून देत असे ज्याने नंतर मला तो पुर्ण वर करायला सोयीस्कर जावे म्हणून. गाढ झोपेत असताना नकळत झालेली हालचाल आहे असे दाखवत ती उत्तेजक पोझ घेवून पडू लागली ज्याने मी फारच उत्तेजीत होवून तीला मिठी मारू लागलो.



ती पाठीवर झोपलेली असताना कुशीवर राहून जर मी तिला चिकटलेलो असेल तर ती झोपेत वळली आहे असे भासवत स्वत:हून वळत मला चिटकू लागली. त्याचा फायदा घेत मी तिला मिठी मारत असे ज्याने तिची छाती माझ्या छातीवर दबली जाई किंवा माझा लंड तिच्या पुच्चीवर दबला जाई. कित्येकदा तिचा चेहरा माझ्या चेहऱ्याच्या इतका जवळ यायचा की थोडी जरी मी हालचाल केली तरी माझे ओठ तीच्या ओठाला स्पर्श करू शकले असते. पण तिचे चुंबन घ्यायचे माझे कधी धाडस झाले नाही कारण ती जागी होईल याची मला भिती वाटायची.




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Slippery Slope gets More Slippery



1. First Conversation

After that day with Marie, I spent hours upon endless hours thinking about how this all happened and how I failed to stop the series of events that led to the most intensely erotic event of my life. This shouldn't be happening to me. I was not the one to commit adultery, to have an affair, those two 'a' words that I thought never in a million years would be the issues on my plate.

But there we were, there I was, with the guilt and shame and the pleasure and the anticipation all rolled into one psychological mess. I couldn't see how people carry out these affairs without falling apart. And onward was the rationalizing and the making all the excuses and stories sound real.

Through the guilt however, remained the incredible erotic experience that I had never felt. I knew it was all wrong but another part of my brain was craving more. Perhaps this is how addicts feel?

Because of how closely we work together, my preferred approach of avoidance wouldn't work. We had to talk and interact. Not exactly my strong point for certain things...such as this issue. After a couple days, we were finally able to talk in private, though each look in the office and among groups and colleagues were filled with a different spark and knowledge.

"That was pretty crazy the other day, wasn't it?" Marie asked me, alone in her office. I could tell she was trying to gauge my reaction and the couple days of processing this new sequence of events, as much as I was trying to get a grip and see her reaction.

"That's for sure...I still can't quite wrap my mind around what's happening..." I confessed. I had indeed spent the last couple days wondering how far I had fallen.

"I guess it was something we were both curious enough about to step over that line."

"I think we crossed the line alright...probably did that a few weeks ago."

"Perhaps you're right...I've thought the same thing many times. But I'm just at a place in my life, in my marriage, that I don't know if I really love my husband...I mean I do love him and depend on him, but the desire just isn't there any more. It hasn't been there for a while, and now a new part of me is awakened, and I can't say I'm pushing this all aside either..."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean that I've been thinking about this stuff for a lot longer than you have and am more than curious..."

"That much I have gathered..."

"And I've thought about a lot more...don't get me wrong...I don't want to ruin your family and I don't want your job or your money. I have two kids too...and I'm not the femme fatale home wrecker type either..."

"I know that much about you too."

"I have come to trust you and to admire you and to want a bit more from our relationship..."

"How much more?"

"I'm not sure...it depends on what's going on in your head too."

"I guess I don't know just yet...I never pictured myself in this situation, not in a thousand years."

"Neither did I, that is until a couple months ago when we started having these sexy conversations, and then these dreams I've been having were getting more and more real and more and more in my conscious and sub-conscious self."

"Yeah...I remember you telling me about your dream."

"And as I remember, you kind of enjoyed yourself a bit, didn't you?"

I was recalling the time a few weeks ago that she emailed me the details of a dream that she had that had me coming all over her [see Slippery Slope story].

"Indeed so...you have a way of telling a story, even if was an abridged version via email."

"Well, you can just imagine having all the details fully engraved in your mind from a very powerful and erotic dream with all the colors, and the type of dream that doesn't fade away after 10 minutes, the way most dreams do."

"I guess I can imagine that."

"Imagine too, that I've awakened a couple times dripping wet and practically coming. In fact, I think I've actually had a couple orgasms in my dreams.

"Wow...that's crazy...sort of like the adolescent wet dream."

"I know...crazy, huh? And that's supposed to be a guy thing anyways."

"Sounds like you've had an awakening of sorts...perhaps you've missed out on a bunch of experiences when you were younger that you're now realizing."

"I know...that's what I think too. I've been with one man my whole life and then I start having these feelings for you, and my sexual being is awakened feeling gypped for what I've missed my whole life."

Marie was really having a sexual awakening in her 40's and I was the person who was responsible for this and it came as a very powerful experience to share with someone. Much more powerful than I could imagine or comprehend.

"So what do we do now?" I asked, not knowing the answer myself.

"I'm not sure...like I said, I've had a bit more time to think about all this and be a bit more introspective about what it all means."

"And what does that mean to you?" I was curious to know what Marie wanted and where she was going with this relationship.

"I really don't know. I know I feel the same guilt you do. And I'm dealing with that in my own way. I feel very strongly about you and I trust you and that trust fuels my desires and feelings, because I couldn't go down this road with just anyone. That's not in my cards. And the feelings I've had are very powerful and compelling. I've had more and more of the dreams...I just told you one of them. I pretty much have a sex dream every night now."

"Sounds like you're getting a lot of action at home and in your dreams." I quipped, trying to get a bit of humor in this rather heavy discussion.

"True. But after the other day, the real thing is way better than all the dreams."

"You're too kind..."

"I have thought about that moment for hours and hours before and since, more than you can imagine."

"Head games, huh?"

"Very funny...good one..."

But the question of 'where was this all going?' remained unanswered by either of us.

So went the first private conversation between us since 'the event' a couple days prior, and things were sort of 'normal' for a while, though there was a new meaning to each conversation we had, alone and around others. And Marie took extra time to make sure I saw when she put lotion on her hands and when she drank a Coke, always using the bottle-type, such as she had when she showed me the hand job tricks she learned from her reading.

She knew she was getting to me because I got instantly hard when she did either of those things and she made it a point to look at my crotch and smile acknowledging her accomplishments when I squirmed uncomfortably at my condition. Her gaze met mine so I knew she knew...anyways, quite the game we had going on.

2. The next step down the slope

An email came a couple days later...

You wanna know something I forgot to tell you the other day?

What's that?

I didn't brush my teeth all day after...

???

You gonna make me explain that one?

I'm lost...

Ok...when you came in my mouth...I wanted that taste in my mouth all day...

Ohhh...got it now...

My, can we be a bit slow on the uptake...

I guess I wasn't expecting that...

You warned me

I did at that...you had a chance to...um...do something else...

Like what?

You know...

Tell me...

Dirty girl...

Getting' that way it seems...tell me. What were the other options?

Like you said in that dream.

You remembered...

That's not something one easily forgets...lots of powerful images there.

More than you know...tell me

I could have come on you...

Where? Where would you like to come?

Face

Where else?

Neck

And?

Tits

Now we're talking! Seems we have a common image

Indeed. Like you said, powerful for me.

Me too. God I'm wet.

Hard

Damn it...I've got so many ideas what to do with that, now that I've seen you live and up close

Such as?

Perhaps another time...we gotta get back to work

Party pooper...ttyl

Crazy...she could get me going in seconds and I was thinking about those images she put in my head and the ones I had all on my own.

And a couple days later, our phone call when I was working at a separate office went something like this...

"Hey Marie...how's it going on your side of the world?" I guess I was wrapped up in the business mind frame and just expecting a normal work conversation.

"Pretty good, I guess. It would be better in a hotel though?"

"Huh?" I guess I was a bit slow on the uptake...

"I mean if we were having this discussion in a hotel somewhere, at a business meeting...like if all the rooms were sold out when we got there and we had to share a room."

"That would be against company policies...and a bit weird to explain to the spouses."

"They wouldn't know, now would they? Because I surely wouldn't tell."

"No I don't suppose I would either."

"And I always travel with some oil and some lotion..."

"You don't say..." I could tell she was already going down the road of narrating one of her dreams or fantasies...

"True...and perhaps you would be a bit stressed and needed a massage...I'm pretty good with those, you know."

"I know you know what to do with a coke bottle."

"And there's so much more that you would love to know, right?"

"I'm game."

"Where are you now?" she asked.

"In one of the offices...no one is around, if that's what you're asking."

"Would you like to hear more of how this one goes in my head?"

"What do you think," I asked, rather rhetorically.

"I've had this rather powerful and detailed story for a while now...I can tell you a bit if you want."

"That would be a yes."

"Well, there are lots of details about how we got there, but the short version is that the hotel fucked up our reservations and didn't book separate rooms and we end up at 10 pm after traveling, rain soaked, in a hotel with only one room left."

"I love when you talk dirty."

"You don't even begin to know...anyhow...as I was saying, we agreed to take the room and not tell anyone, and said we would behave and deal with the second room the next day."

"A likely story..."

"Shut up...wanna hear more or not?"

"Sorry, yes. Continue."

"So we get up to the room, tired and wet from the traveling. And we agree to take turns in the shower. I go first and then you. We're still good at behaving. But there's a bit of tension in the room."

"That would be putting it lightly."

"It's easy for you because you know how I feel. I'm still not sure where your head is with all this stuff."

"True..."

"So after the shower, separately that is...the one together is another story... I offer you a massage...got the oil, remember?"

"Convenient and resourceful. Good thinking."

"Yes indeed. I have lots more details in my head. I'm giving you the abridged edition."

"I'm listening."

"You have a towel on and you lay on your stomach on the bed and I start massaging you."

"What are you wearing at this point in the story?"

"I'm getting there...be patient. Just a robe by the way. And I am massaging you and I am getting all turned on having your body almost naked beneath men. I am hoping you won't be scared away and I massage your back and shoulders, and then down your lower back, and then your legs, moving up further and further, anxious to feel between your legs, anxious to know if you are getting as turned on as I am."

"That would be a yes."

Marie is continuing now, almost trance-like, narrating her story that she has so clearly conjured up in her imagination.

"I part your legs and you offer no resistance. I can feel the heat from between your legs and I remove the towel and start massaging your ass. You have a great ass, by the way. I am burning up and aching to see more of you. I get you to roll over, quickly removing the pretense of the towel and gaze upon your erection. I imagine coating your cock with the massage oil and stroke you until you beg for release. I know you love an oily hand job and I am so crazy with desire and lust, feeling your throbbing cock in my hands and feeling your balls tighten, aching and full of come."

Each sentence gets hotter and more graphic. I am other the other end of the phone, stroking my now very hard cock with one hand and listening to her fantasy with fascination and loving her detailed description of her story.

"You still there?"

"Yeah...that's my heavy breathing..."

"Are you hard?"

"Very."

"Are you touching yourself?"

"Yes"

"Like you did the other day in my office?"

"Yes"

"Don't come yet...I'm not finished with my story."

"Ok...carry on."

"So now I put some pillows behind you head so you're sitting up some and I take off my robe and watch you watch me. I am so turned on now. My nipples are hard and I hold my breasts and you watch me. You like watching, right?"

"Yes"

"I know... you told me. I take my fingers and put them between my legs and feel the wetness there. I watch you. You are watching me play with myself and I take my finger, coated with my juices and offer it to your lips. You hungrily suck my fingers and I almost come right there."

"Marie..." I barely gasp, knowing I am on the verge of coming.

"Not yet...I'm not done."

"You're making me crazy..."

"Hold on...so then I sit between your legs and continue stroking your hard cock, now dripping with oil and your fluids. I can tell that you're desperate and you are begging me. You're begging me to let you come. 'Not yet' I say. I hold off your orgasm and then climb atop you and slide your cock inside me. I just completely impale myself on you and I gasp...we gasp together at the feeling of our first penetration. I can't believe how good this feels, how good it feels to have you inside me finally."

"Marie...please..."

"Wait...just a bit...so I'm rocking on top of you and I come very quickly...I can do that you know...the first one of many...and then we start fucking hard and I'm pounding on top of you. I pull you up to me and you start sucking on my tits. Oh god...I can feel it...and I come again....and again feeling your hands all over me and deep inside me...and then you start coming too and I pull you out of me so that I can feel you come and see you come, and finally you come spurting up high in the air coating me, coating us with your juices and then I collapse on top of you, sated for the time being...

And when she got to the 'oh god' phrase, I was done. I had come touching myself through my pants like I did weeks ago in my office. I was barely coherent and gasping trying to hang on to her every word.

"Marie...that's so hot..."

"You came, didn't you?"

"Yes...just about when you did in your story..."

"I know...I could hear you on the phone?"

"I hope I didn't yell..."

"No...should be ok"

"That's one hot story..."

"That's how my dreams are going, you know."

"You could get a job with one of those phone sex companies..."

"That would make me some extra money wouldn't it?"

"You could get any guy off with that story..."

"Yeah...but that's just for you..."

"Thanks...now I gotta use that trick you told me about to cover up the mess here."

"Poor guy...feel sorry for you."

She had only a bit of sorrow for me, but clearly had some hots going on too.

3. The meeting

So what's a guy to do with all this erotic play going on all day at work? Marie was so hot, and the view of her sexual being brought a new side to her. She had been this 'girl next door' type of person, and now I was seeing this enormously lusty woman who was thinking, dreaming sex. And she was telling me these stories and these dreams. And she had given me this incredible blow job and let me come in her mouth...I'm just human after all...

One thing to know is that Marie had some control over my schedule and knew where I was supposed to me and scheduled appointments and meetings for me. This fact will soon become apparent.

A couple days later, the following post-it note was in my folder, as we walked to a meeting:

'I'm not wearing panties today'

I was shocked...and this fact put a bit of a concentration block at the meeting. I looked at her and she avoided my gaze, appearing quite innocent and normal...on the outside.

There were about 8 people in the conference room, and it was just a bit distracting for me to consider the business options presented when I knew Marie was sitting across the table without underwear on.

I could tell she was enjoying the moment...I guess I was too. Otherwise I could have stopped all this nonsense. The chase and the game was just too provocative and too intriguing.

After the meeting our team went upstairs to discuss the issues...frankly I didn't remember much of that meeting. But after this, Marie and I went to her office, which was sort of in an less-used hallway of the building.

"Having a hard time concentrating today, are we?" Marie asked, innocent and naïve look on her face. But now I was quite aware of what runs deeper.

"And I know you know just what that is..."

"Why is that?" Again, the innocence and the cover-up.

"Perhaps it's this." I brought forward the note out of my folder.

"Oh, that...yes...perhaps that might provide a bit of distraction."

She edged closer to me as I sat on that edge of her desk where I sat a couple weeks ago when we had our first encounter.

The tension at that time was intense. She looked intently at me as she closed the gap between us, her blue eyes deep and filled with emotion. I could hardly breathe. I could feel my heard in my throat. She was 10 inches shorter than I, and I was looking at her, knowing what was going to happen but could barely breathe. She stood just inches in front of me and put her hands on my arms, and then we kissed. Hard and with passion filled with the weeks of anticipation and games and I inhaled her aroma and pulled her hair to me entwining my fingers in her hair. This was a foreign but intoxicating sensation, kissing another woman like this, after so many years.

She pulled me hard into her body and we ground our entire bodies together, entwining limbs and tongues. There was nothing chaste about this first kiss. We were devouring each other's mouths and squeezing and pulling at each other.

We kept kissing and kissing for minutes, hardly breathing except to inhale fresh lust-filled air and resume probing with our tongues and finding new landscapes to grasp with our hands, both knowing how new this experience was for each of us.

"Oh god, you feel so good..." I said, between breaths.

"You do too...kiss me again."

And so I did, so we did for probably 10 minutes. I know she could feel my cock pressing against her stomach. That was about where our height difference was. She was grinding her pelvis against my thigh and pushing her stomach back and forth feeling my hardness press urgently to her body. Her hands were grabbing my ass and squeezing me and pulling me into her.

"Why do you do this to me? How can this happen?" Marie asked, breathless and sounding surprisingly honest with her question.

"I don't know...this isn't supposed to happen..."

Somehow we knew that not much more could happen here right now...though later her office held lots more secrets than it already had.

"I am so turned on all the time and think about being with you all the time and feeling your body against me, naked of course, 24/7."

"You sure have me going too...."

"But it's easier for guys...just takes a bit of bump and grind, and you're hard, right?" She emphasized her point by a grind of her own, clearly knowing what was between us.

"Perhaps so...but it's never been like this for me...I've been faithful for 20 years..."

"Me too, and I've never been with another man in my entire life. And now here I am wanting you to fuck me like there's no tomorrow."

Marie had been the pursuer for weeks and now she seemed to be questioning our direction, fully embracing, fully aroused and fully confused.




Slippery Slope gets More Slippery



"You sure have an imagination and you sure know how to push my buttons," I said, squeezing her ass.

I guess the moment of indecision passed with her because she pulled me again for a hard kiss and resumed our heated make-out session. It was strangely more intense and more emotional, even though we had previously shared an arguably more intimate moment. 

She pushed me to sit on the chair and then hiked up her dress and straddled my lap. She looked me in the eye, those deep blue eyes again filled with lust as I saw before and now she was looking down at me just a bit.

"One day I want you to fuck me like this..."

"Why like this?" I asked.

"Just because...it's one of my fantasies..."

"You've got lots, haven't' you?"

"You can't even begin to know..."

She still looked intently at me and began to unbutton her blouse, while my hands were stroking her legs. With each new button loose, more skin and cleavage came into view. She did that move she mentioned in her dream and held her breasts for me as her camisole was all that was separating her skin from my gaze, only inches away. She lifted one breast from the garment and held the weight of her breast towards my mouth. She pulled me towards her breast and I placed my face between her breasts and inhaled her scent and rubbed my face there, savoring this most private and sensual moment. She gasped at my touch and then again when her nipple grazed my lips and yet again, when I sucked hungrily on her hardened flesh.

"Oh god...that's feels good...harder...suck harder..."

And so I did, until I almost bit her in the lust-filled moment.

The spell was broken with the ring of her phone. We looked at each other and at the display on the phone, knowing she had to talk to the caller.

She stood from my lap and I gathered my emotions while she tucked her self back together, even though it was only a phone call and no one was watching.

I know I could smell her aroma and arousal and remembered that she didn't have any panties on...at least that's what her note said. I retrieved the note while she was on the phone and showed it to her.

She nodded, indicating that it was indeed so, and while talking on the phone, sitting on the edge of the table, hiked up her skirt again, so that I could peer between her legs. It was so. Bare pussy visible, and a very wet one at that.

She was looking at me smiling, truly savoring this game of eroticism and ran her fingers along her moist slit, and again like in her dream, offered this wet digit to my lips. I breathed deep as I tasted her finger and almost came right then. I wasn't sure of the conversation on the phone, but when she hung up, she said, "we gotta go...a couple loose ends remain..."

And so we left her office, aroused and unsatisfied. But somehow the residual ache in the base of my stomach wasn't as bad because there was so much of an emotional high in this teen-age make out session, with an adult flavor.

4. The plunge

After a couple more weeks of playful emails and notes passed back and forth, just like in high school. But Marie knew more and began to capitalize on the power of the tease. She came to know the power that held and savored the game and knew by now that I wasn't going to go away and wasn't scared by the depths of her feelings.

I too was looking forward to each day of work and what playful events were coming.

One day, she came to the office with freshly painted finger nails, in a shiny, bright red. She saw me look longingly at her nails and just smiled, knowing the image of those red nails wrapped around me was not lost.

And then in a group lunch, she had some veggies with ranch dressing and looked at me for a brief moment when there was a drop of the white dressing at the side of her mouth, and smiled as her tongue ran out to catch the semen-like fluid before it ran from her lips.

And then there was a free afternoon, when a couple events were cancelled.

"Let's go." Marie said.

"Where? I thought all our stuff was cancelled?"

"It is. We've got something else we've got to do though."

"What's that?"

"Surprise...just c'mon."

I followed her pick up truck for a few miles, not sure where we were going. Then she pulled into a hotel parking lot, and I knew. We were miles away from anywhere we knew. So hopefully miles away too from any one we knew.

I'm not sure exactly how the next few minutes happened, but we found ourselves checked in to the hotel and once in the room, the flood gates just opened.

Not bound by walls of work or people around the corner, we just leapt at each other and kissed hungrily like we did weeks ago in her office. This time though, clothes flew off as we undressed each other and ourselves. The anonymity of the hotel and the tension that had built up for weeks took their toll on our inhibition and our reserves and any shred left of rational thought.

She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled at my tie as I tried to do the same for her. We got shirts off and as I struggled with her bra, this time clasped in the back, she began to undo my belt. She pulled my pants down and knelt to pull off my socks and shoes. I held on to her shoulder as she removed each, one by one. She wanted to undress me, and savored in each item removed. My cock was so tenting my briefs and with this one last piece of clothing remained, she slowly pulled the elastic band up and off my aching cock, pointing straight up at the ceiling.

She reached her soft white hand into them and with the red nails, her fingers wrapped around my stiff shaft and pulled it free and pulled my shorts down with the other. She brought her face to my groin and pulled my ass to her and inhaled my scent, rubbing the smooth skin of her face up and down my cock.

"God...you're so hard..." were the first words spoken since we entered the room.

"How could I not be?"

She took me deep into her mouth and just held the entire length of my cock into her mouth and throat and just held it there for a few seconds. I looked down at the top of her curly red hair and her nose pressed against my stomach was a sight I'll never forget. She sucked me deeply into her, rubbing her tongue against the underside. I don't know how I didn't come right there and then, but somehow I held out, resting my hand on her head and steadying myself there as she knelt before me and sucked and sucked, not hurried and not making me come.

"God Marie...that's so incredible...you're making me crazy..."

Her mouth was initially full of cock, but she withdrew me from her moist mouth and said, "sit here."

She guided me to the sitting chair and I sat down as she took off her stockings, allowing me to gaze her white naked skin and sexy body. She returned to sucking on my cock, this time with more ardor, but again, denied my climax.

"I don't know if I can hold out much more..."

"Oh, don't worry...I'll let you come...just not yet. I'm enjoying this too much."

"And so am I...so am I."

She continued to suck me, lick between my thighs and hold my balls in her soft mouth. All of this now was a bit more unhurried and she was learning all the new erotic areas of my body. She seemed to know when to stop and when to start again, never achieving that rhythm that leads to inevitable release. I think she sucked my cock for about 30 minutes and I was savoring every minute but getting aching for release.

Soon, she stood and straddled my thighs, and looking at me, guided my cock to her pussy. Slowly, I entered her dripping core and held onto her as my cock filled her. We gasped and held onto each other as my cock throbbed buried inside her core and she filled with my aching shaft. We looked deeply into each other's eyes as she rocked slowly back and forth, not the rutting and fucking that would come later, but the erotic dance of first loving.

I put my face in her neck and then between her breasts and she gasped again when I started sucking her hard nipples, one at a time. Her hands were wrapped around my neck and in my hair.

I had been turned on for so long that I didn't think I could wait for her orgasm. I could sense the imminent climax and I started thrusting harder and stronger beneath her. She pulled back and looked at me as my orgasm neared.

"You're gonna come, right?"

Nod.

"I can feel it getting bigger...getting nearer...so hot..."

"Gonna come...soon..."

"I want it on me...come on me...please...on me..."

With that, she saw my eyes clench and then stood just a bit releasing me from the heat of her pussy and grasped my cock in her hand, immediately wet with her juices, and continued to stroke me until I erupted, with spurt after spurt of come rising between our bodies, the first one high onto her shoulder and then her breasts, five or 6 times, not yet subsiding until the 9th or 10th time, reaching her stomach and then her hand so that her hand and fingers and those sexy finger nails were covered with my come and so was the front of her body, dripping down her neck and breasts.

That was another sexy sight I'll never forget.

She held me tightly and rested her head on my shoulder as I came back to earth, my cock still hard and throbbing its last drops onto her hand that she was studying and probably embedding the same images into her brain.

"God, that was a lot...you came so much...about the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"I don't think I've ever come that hard in my entire life..."

"I think I came a little bit too, when you did..."

"That's pretty good a woman can do that..."

"I've never been able to before...something about you I guess."

Then for the next 3 hours, we fucked in every imaginable position and at age 40, I don't think I was ever not hard and I came 4 times. I think Marie came about 10 times, and liked being fucked hard and often. She loved being held down and with her arms over her head, fucked hard and deep. She came that way at least once. Even though she liked being in control, we found out that she was immensely turned on my giving up the control and being fucked and fucked and fucked until we were dripping with sweat and come from each of us.

Then she liked getting on her knees and letting me fuck her from behind. She came that way too. I came on her, in her pussy at least twice and then again in her pussy as we were trying to get dressed to get back home.

Such became a 2 year affair that was filled with every emotion possible...guilt, passion, caring, hating, lust and then burned out, somehow with an intact family and just moving on. I think about her every day and wonder what's become of Marie.



Slippery Slope Pt. 01



Prelude

A soft, warm breeze blew in through the open veranda doors, causing the sheer curtains to billow into the room like puffy white clouds in the twilight. The breeze made me shudder as it caressed the thin film of sweat that coated my body. The movement of my body made Ben stir a bit against me. I was still impaled upon his cock. It had started going flaccid as he drifted into sleep, but my stirring wakened it a bit and I could feel it hardening in my ass as Ben thrust forward with his hips to completely re-bury his rod inside of me. 

He had fallen asleep with his cock inside of me and one hand wrapped possessively around my penis and the other caressing my chest. He grunted and drew me closer into him as he began to slowly move in and out of me. It felt as if my small, skinny body was being absorbed into his large, beefy torso. Even though he was sixty years old, no one could ever accuse Ben of being under-sexed. 

He had fallen asleep after fucking the shit out of me for the last few hours and here he was, fucking me in his sleep. His cock was hard and throbbing now. The pace of his thrusting quickened and he began to shudder as I felt his load erupting into my ass. How could he still have so much in him after all of our love-making? He shuddered with the spasms of his eruption and his love-juice leaked out of my ass. It was over quickly. He snuggled closely and fell deeper into sleep with his arms wrapped tightly around me. I sighed deeply. How I had I come to this? Where had it all begun?

The Magazine

I guess it all started with a magazine. It was years ago – the early seventies; a different time; a simpler time; a time with no internet or cell phones or big screen TV's or tablet computers. I was eighteen years old and bound for my freshman year of college. My parents had taken me on a final summer fling to that famous theme park in Florida. It had been a nice trip, but now it was over and we were at the airport in Chicago waiting for our bags to come down the conveyor. Nature called and I excused myself to head to the men's room. 

I was a pretty normal teenage boy; or at least I thought I was. I was full of raging hormones and constantly horny and very aware of all the temptations that surrounded me. Those temptations basically consisted of teenaged girls and it didn't take much to awaken little Paul, Jr. who resided in my pants. I had already had some success with the girls despite the fact that I wasn't exactly jock material. 

In fact, I was a skinny, little guy whose five-foot, six-inch frame weighed in at one hundred and ten pounds. And Paul, Jr. wasn't really all that much to write home about. He stiffened up to only about five inches and was not very thick around. But when I pulled back his foreskin it exposed an attractive little head that glistened with pre-cum whenever temptation occurred. But I wasn't prepared for the temptation that presented itself in the airport restroom. 

Instead of stepping up to the lavatory and pissing like a man, I retreated to a stall as was my wont. I didn't like exposing my little cock to other guys and, quite frankly, I never really mastered the art of pissing while standing up. I always seemed to spray all over the place and never hit the desired target. So, I generally sat down like a girl to do my duty. So, I picked a stall, put one of those paper protectors over the seat, pulled down my pants and sat down. 

And there it was; at eye-level. It was a magazine propped on top of the toilet paper holder. "Men and Their Boyz" was the title on the cover. The front cover was a photograph of a large man standing in back of younger man. The older guy had one arm draped around the boy's shoulders and the other arm across the boy's torso with his hand cupping the boy's cock. There was a lascivious sneer on the face of the older man. The boy's eyes were closed and the look on his face communicated arousal and surrender. I took the magazine in my hands and as I stared at the powerful image on the cover, I could feel my cock begin to twitch to life. 

This was unexpected, but not unpleasant. I opened the magazine and began to leaf through the pages. There were pictures of couples on every page; an older guy and a boy. The disclaimers in the magazine declared that all models were eighteen or older, but it was obvious that the boys chosen to model looked like young teenagers. 

The deeper I progressed into the magazine, the more erotic the images became. First there were men kissing their boys; then fondling their boys while kissing them; then kissing them with their hands down the boy's pants. The centerfold was a photo of the man and boy on the front cover. But this time the boy was naked and the man was pinching one of his nipples with one hand and squeezing the boy's erect cock with his other hand. My own cock was now stiff and throbbing and I realized that I was stroking myself while staring at this photo. This couldn't be right; not getting aroused by pictures of males playing with each other! 

But I was mesmerized. I kept turning pages. The pages after the centerfold were so hot! Now there were photos of men sucking their boy's dicks and boy's sucking their men's huge penises. I was stroking harder and faster as I turned the pages. The last two pages were like another centerfold spread. It was the man and boy from the cover again. This time they were both naked. The boy was on all fours. The man was kneeling in back of him with his hands on the boy's hips and his cock half-buried in the boy's ass. There was a look of triumph on the man's face. 

But it was the look on the boy's face that pushed me over the edge. It was a look of pure lust and passion and fulfillment. My eyes took it all in and then focused on the boy's cock. It was standing out hard and stiff and dripping cum. As my eyes went back to the boy's face I could no longer contain my own passion. I finished myself off, violently jacking my cock as I came and came and came! At that moment, I wanted to be the boy!

Sated, I pulled myself together and cleaned myself up and returned to the terminal. My parents were concerned about what took so long, but I deflected that and we made it home safe and sound. Intellectually, I knew that what I had experienced in the men's room was rather "gay." And "gay" was not accepted at that time in history. But I knew that I wasn't gay. I was just a young guy who got hard at the drop of a hat. I was sure that further exposure to things like that magazine would have no effect whatsoever on me. And just to prove it, I had stuffed the magazine in my carry-on bag and brought it home with me. 

I didn't take it out until the second day home. My parents were both out of the house for a few hours and so I retrieved my new-found treasure and sat at my desk with it. As convinced as I was that it would have no effect on me, within a matter of minutes I was starting to sport an erection from looking at the dirty, filthy, oh so hot and erotic photos in that book. In no time at all my heart was racing, my cock was stiff and hard and throbbing and I was frantically fondling myself. 

I came to the photo at the end of the book; the photo of the boy being fucked and enjoying it. His eyes seemed to bore into mine. They seemed to be saying: "Be me! Be me!" I came four times in the few hours that my parents were gone.

Of course, I knew that what was happening to me was not normal. And I was certain that it was just a fluke, a passing thing that wouldn't last. And to prove that to myself I looked at the magazine every day, multiple times a day. The pictures burned themselves into my mind and by the end of the week it was like I was addicted to that damned book. I pulled it out every chance I got and when I pulled it out I pulled my cock out too! Maybe it was just something about this particular book? 

Maybe I should get another picture book to prove to myself that it was only these men and boys I was attracted to; not men and/or boys in general. And so I decided to get another magazine. On the back cover, there was an address for the store that had sold the book. It was right here in Chicago. In the Old Town section. I determined to go there the next day. 

The Bookstore

Old Town was a pretty raunchy area in those days. It had a few nice restaurants and clubs; but a lot of it was XXX rated theaters, strip clubs, gay bars – and adult book stores. I found the book store that had sold my magazine. It was a bland, dark storefront with opaque windows and metal grating on the windows and door. I entered warily and was immediately confronted by a rather dirty, unkempt man sitting behind a four-foot internal wall to the right of the entrance.

"Hi boy, what you lookin' for?" He demanded.

"I . . .I just wanted to look at some magazines." I stammered.

"Can't let you boy. You gotta be at least eighteen or I lose my license if I'm caught with you in here."

"I . . .I am eighteen." I burbled and produced my ID.

"Well, okay, boy." The clerk smiled. "Magazines for boys like you are in the back of the store."

"Thank you, sir." I answered and hurried towards the back of the store. 

I passed racks of magazines sporting naked women or hetero couples on the covers. There was a doorway to a separate room at the back of the store. The sign above the doorway read: "Gay and Lesbian Erotica." That clerk had just assumed by looking at me that I was gay! I ought to go back there and set the bastard straight! But then again, this is why I came here – to find out. No! To assert my heterosexuality by proving that these gay magazines wouldn't affect me! 

I peeked my head inside the doorway. There was no one in the room. I glanced around furtively and then quickly entered the room. The room was long and narrow. There were racks on both of the long walls; books and VCR tapes (I told you this was the '70's!) on the back wall and magazines on the near wall. There was a very small section of lesbian magazines near the doorway. About two-thirds of the wall was filled with magazines of young men; alone, together, generally naked, generally performing sex acts. I picked up a few and glanced through them. Disturbingly, I began to get aroused by the pictures. Before I could get a full hard-on, I moved further down the wall. 

The last third of the wall was magazines of older men with younger men. I stopped in front of one titled "Daddies & Twinks." I stared at the cover and my cock immediately went hard. The cover was similar to that of my first magazine. It depicted a Daddy standing behind his smaller twink. The Daddy's arms were around the twink. One hand cupped the boy's ass-cheek, obviously squeezing it; the other hand cupped the boy's cock and balls. The Daddy's mouth was buried in the boy's neck. The look on the boy's face was a combination of lust and fear. A caption screamed from under the photo: "This boy will be mine!" 

With a slight groan, I removed the magazine from the rack with shaking hand. I was mesmerized! I began slowly turning pages. When I wasn't turning a page, my hand found its way between my legs, massaging my now erect cock.

After a while I realized that I was no longer alone in the room. There was a man in the room. An older man; maybe in his forties or fifties. I don't know; it's always been hard for me to tell people's ages. He was maybe five-eleven, stocky build, military-style crewcut. He was dressed in a suit and tie and had on an open trench coat. He smelled like he had taken a bath in Old Spice. I didn't know how long he had been there, but in a panic I realized that he might have seen me playing with myself. I avoided eye contact and grasped my open magazine with both hands, scared stiff and not moving a muscle. 

He slowly worked his way down the wall till he was standing right next to me. I noticed the wedding ring on his finger as he pulled a magazine from the wall, looked at it a bit and then returned it. I was safe! This guy was married and probably just in this room because he was curious. But just as I was reassuring myself, he stood right up next to me and looked over my shoulder.

"Ah yes, that is a nice scene." He spoke softly as he pointed at the photo.

"I like the way this boy is kneeling in front of his Daddy and swallowing his Daddy's cock." He said as he put his arm around my back and rested his hand on my hip.

"Mmmm, this is a very pretty boy here." He remarked, turning the page in the book as he caressed my ass-cheek and then squeezed it.

"You're a very pretty boy. What's your name, boy?" He asked as he placed his other hand on my hip and moved directly in back of me.

"My . . . my name is Paul!" I gasped as his hand moved between my legs and began to massage my throbbing little cock.

"Mmmm, you feel so good; you smell so good, Paul." He said as he nuzzled my neck and then gently bit my ear lobe. 

"Please, sir, we'll get caught." I begged and tried to pull away.

He pulled me back against him and wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his cock in the crack of my ass. It was hard and throbbing like mine, but felt much bigger than mine. 

"Don't worry, baby. I know the owner. He likes to watch. He's probably staring at us in the mirror right now." The man whispered in my ear as one hand went back to my cock and the other began rubbing my chest and pinching my nipples through my shirt.

I hadn't realized that there was a mirror positioned at the doorway to allow the clerk to monitor the room. But there was nothing I could do about it now. I was feeling sensations I had never experienced before. My nipples were stiff and hard from the man's ministrations and my cock! Oh god, my cock was harder than it had ever been! I could hear moaning as I became more and more aroused. I realized that the moaning was coming from me! Then the man was unbuckling my belt and unzipping my jeans. They fell down to the floor and he pulled my briefs down to my knees.

"I'm sorry, you can't go back there." I heard the clerk say loudly to someone. "The gay area is closed temporarily, sir."

The clerk was watching! He could see! He was watching this man jack me off"

"You have such a pretty, little cock, Paul. Cum for me, baby. Cum for Daddy." The man urged as he jacked my throbbing penis. 

"Oh noooo! Please, nooo!" I begged. But then the spasms took control of my body. My cock began to spit ropes of sperm as the man milked me till I was dry. 

But he did not release me. He began to rub his torso against me and I could feel that big cock of his pulsing and throbbing against my ass. I braced my hands against the wall as he moved faster. Then he tensed up and came and I could feel his hot breath on my neck and the wetness of his pants against my ass. Then he released me and I almost collapsed.

"You're a cute piece of ass, baby." He smiled appreciatively as he buttoned his long topcoat to hide the wet spot on his crotch. If I weren't married, I'd take you home and fuck the shit out of you. You're gonna make some man really happy, honey." And then he patted me on the ass and turned and left.

I was putting myself back together when the clerk came into the room with a wet mop to clean up all the spunk I had sprayed on the floor.

"That was a nice show, twink." The clerk said. "But don't think you can come in here and do that regular. I don't wanna be turnin' customers away from this room like I had to do before. If you wanna get someone to play with you, go to one of the gay movie theaters down the street. There's always some action there."

"Th . . . thank you." I sputtered. "I . . . I'd better pay for this magazine."

"Nah, you can have it free, boy. The show was worth it." 

I rolled up the magazine and ran out of the store.

The Date

Over the next few days, I spent a lot of time trying to convince myself that the encounter in the bookstore did not make me gay. The man in the trench coat had simply taken advantage of my sexual arousal caused by the magazine. Anyone could have caused me to climax in the state I was in. And I didn't resist him because I was petrified with fear. 

Of course it took me awhile to admit that the whole situation happened because of my arousal looking at the photos in the magazine. No matter how I tried to parse it, that cover photo of the man and boy had captured and aroused me and set me up for what was to follow. I also had to admit to myself that having the clerk/owner watching had been a turn-on. 

But I simply had to set this right. So I did what was to me the most logical thing. I went on a date with Mary Lou Martin. 

Mary Lou and I had graduated from high school together that June. She wasn't the brightest light bulb in the lamp, so she had been held back twice in grammar school, making her all of twenty years old at high school graduation. She also wasn't the prettiest girl in town. Her nose was rather large for her face and she had a tendency to go slightly cross-eyed. But she had a very shapely body and a pair of knockers that got the boys to drooling. Staring at them had always given me a quick hard-on. We had always gotten along pretty well in school and she had a reputation as a girl who would put out, so I wasn't too surprised when she agreed to go out with me.

Of course we went to the greatest invention of mid-twentieth century America – the drive-in movies. Or as my friends and I called it, the passion pit. And Mary Lou was appropriately dressed for the venue. She wore a pair of blue jean short-shorts and frilly, sleeveless white blouse that buttoned up the front. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. I got us popcorn and drinks which we consumed during the previews of coming attractions and the two cartoons that preceded the feature film. 

When the feature came on, I moved the front seat back as far as it would go and Mary Lou nestled in close to me. Five minutes into the film we were locked in a close embrace, lips plastered together and tongues frantically licking at each other. Ten minutes in, I had her blouse unbuttoned and was kissing her ample bosom and nibbling on her pert, little nipples. Fifteen minutes in, my hand was down her shorts and my finger was sliding up and down her slit. Good gosh she was wet and slippery down there!

Then suddenly it all turned to shit. Mary Lou's hand found my crotch. She rubbed and squeezed, but my dick was flaccid. She unzipped my pants and inserted her hand into my briefs and began to squeeze and fondle my cock. But nothing was happening down there.

"What the fuck!" she exclaimed. "Is something wrong?"

"No." I answered sheepishly. "I . . . I don't know what's wrong. Maybe I'm just a little tired."

"Tired, my ass! You're not gettin' hard at all." She said as she insistently squeezed my cock. 

"Please don't." I said as I removed her hand from my pants.

"You some kind of queer or something?" She demanded angrily.

"No. Let's just forget it for now and watch the movie."

"Watch the movie?! Watch the movie?! I didn't come her to watch no fuckin' movie! You take me home right now!"

We drove in silence. When I pulled up in front of her house, she quickly opened the car door and slamming it behind her ran into the house. I never saw Mary Lou Martin again.

Back home, in my room, I resolved to put an end to all of this nonsense. I was going to throw those damned magazines away and get back to some good old normal sexual stimuli. I got the magazines out of my desk drawer and dropped them on the desktop. My eyes were drawn to the photos on the covers. My cock immediately began to twitch to life. I was hard as a rock in a matter of seconds. With a groan of desperation, I surrendered to my urges and dropped my pants and sat down in front of those magazines and began to play with myself. I came quickly. 





Slippery Slope Pt. 01



Then I came four more times that night before I put the magazines away and laid down to sleep. I dreamt of cocks and older men. And in my dreams, I was the boy filled with lust and fear.



Slippery Slope Pt. 02



The Club

So now I had an alternate plan. I was convinced that the magazines were the problem. Those photos got my imagination working and got me horny. If I actually saw guys doing those sex acts depicted in the magazines, I would be appropriately disgusted and revert to my normal, straight self. And so I resolved to go back to Old Town on Saturday and go to one of those X-rated movie theaters that showed gay films. I told my folks I was going out with some friends and wouldn't be home till late. In fact, I might even stay overnight with one of them. I don't know why that came out of my mouth, but it did. 

I picked a theater that had a really disgusting sounding feature showing and resolved to go to the seven o'clock showing. I arrived about twenty minutes before the start time, but couldn't bring myself to go up to the box office. I stood across the street from the theater and watched people buy tickets and file in. There were a lot of them and I didn't like the looks of the crowd. There were a few 'normal' looking guys, but you could tell that most of them were gay. The way they swished around when they walked and the feminine mannerisms that many of them exhibited. 

Anyway, I just couldn't screw up the courage to go in. At about quarter past seven I decided to just wait around for the eight-thirty show. Maybe that wouldn't be as crowded. I watched people file out of the first showing and watched new customers buy their tickets and enter the theater. What the hell, I figured. Just go do it. I was just about to cross the street when a voice behind me stopped me in my tracks. 

"You don't want to go to that movie, son." 

I turned around to see a very large man standing close. He was probably about six foot-two and I'll bet he weighed two hundred plus pounds. He had long, gray hair worn in a ponytail and a small gold earring dangled from his right ear. I guessed him to be in his fifties. 

"I . . . I don't?" I stammered. 

"No. The movie itself is crap. But the men inside that dark theater would eat you for lunch, son." The man chuckled. "If you're looking for company, why don't you come down the street to a club with me." 

"I . . . I don't know." 

"A drink in a public place never hurt anyone. Let's go do it." He smiled and grabbing me by the arm began to lead me down the street. He was so confident that I just let him lead me. 

"My name is Devlin, Devlin MacArthur. But my friends call me Dev. What's your name, son? 

"Paul. Paul Bryant." 

"And here we are, Paul. Let's go get a drink or two." 

The club was called "The Den." It was one of a number of clubs lining both sides of the street. From the clientele lingering outside, it was obvious that these were gay clubs. The doorman at "The Den" could see that I was probably not twenty-one and initially refused to admit me. But he knew Dev, called him the "Professor," and Dev talked him into letting me in. Dev claimed I was his eighteen year old nephew and that he would feed me nothing but soft drinks. 

"How old are you, Paul?' Dev asked when we were inside. 

"I'm actually going to be nineteen in a couple of weeks." 

"Great." 

I had never been in a club like this before. Oh shit, let's be honest, I had never been in a club before. I suppose I had expected bright lights and loud music. But this place was very quiet with soft music playing and the lighting very low. It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the lighting enough where I could actually make things out. Dev took hold of my arm again and led me deeper into the room. There were tables and chairs in the center of the room and couches and love seats along the walls. 

Dev led me to a love seat on the far wall from the entrance and ordered drinks for us. Scotch, neat for him and a strawberry daiquiri for me. So much for feeding me cokes! I was glad that he did the ordering. I had not consumed much alcohol in my life and didn't know much about drinks. 

The love seat wasn't all that big and with his large frame, Dev's leg was pressed up right against mine. He threw his arm across the top of the seat and gradually, his arm came to rest across my shoulders. The drinks came quickly and we sat and talked. The drinks kept coming. As soon as I had finished downing one, there was another to replace it. 

Dev told me all about himself. He was fifty-two years old and a professor at the University of Illinois Circle campus. I was thrilled about that because I was starting at UICC that September. Dev taught introductory psychology, a freshman course, and an advanced psych course as well. He lived alone in an apartment on the near north side and, as he put it, he wasn't currently screwing anyone. I felt more and more comfortable as he told me about himself. 

Then he asked me to tell him about me. I gave him all the standard background information. He listened politely, but what he was really interested in was what I was doing standing outside a gay movie theater on a Saturday night. I felt so comfortable with him, that I spilled all the beans. I told him about finding the magazine at the airport and then buying the magazine at the bookstore down the street. I told him about the encounter with the married guy in the bookstore. And I told him about my disastrous date with Mary Lou Martin and how confused I was about everything that was happening to me. I told him I was afraid that I would be changed into a homosexual. 

"That's quite a bit of angst you're dealing with, Paul." He chuckled. "But you know, you can't change who you really are. Your job is to discover who you are and let your true essence emerge." 

"How do I do that?" I entreated. 

"Through experience." Dev answered. "But you must be open to experience. You must embrace opportunity and discovery. The incident at the bookstore was such an experience. It started you down the slippery slope to delicious decadence." 

"Yes, but that was wrong." 

"Was it? Let's explore that. What got you sexually aroused at the bookstore? The man?" 

"No. It was the magazine. The one with the men and boys." 

"Both magazines featured older men and younger boys, didn't they Paul?" 

"Ye . . . Yes." 

"And you like to masturbate while looking at the pictures of the men and boys together, don't you, Paul?" 

"Yes." 

"Do you fantasize while you masturbate?" 

"I guess so." 

"What do you fantasize about? 

"I . . . I don't know." 

"Yes you do, Paul. Be honest. Tell me your fantasies." 

"I . . . I . . . I fantasize that I'm one of the boys in the book. That's warped isn't it?" 

"No, not at all, Paul. Every inter-personal relationship has the same basic dynamic. One party plays a dominant role and the other plays a submissive role. The intensity of the dominance and submission depends on the personalities of the individuals. By imagining yourself as one of the boys in the picture books, you are just exhibiting submissive tendencies that you should explore to their fullest. If this is the true 'you', you must allow it to emerge. 

"I guess you know what you're talking about. After all, you are the psych professor." I laughed weakly. 

"Yes, that's right, Paul. What did you feel when the man played with you in the bookstore?" 

"I guess I felt pretty scared." 

"Nothing else?" 

"I . . . I kind of . . . liked it." 

"What did you like about it, Paul?" 

"I liked having my penis rubbed, of course. And I liked . . . I liked that I felt helpless. No, maybe controlled is a better word." 

"Yes. The submissive side of you struggling to get out. What did you feel when you discovered that you were being watched?" 

"I guess it excited me." 

"That's nice, very nice. You have a bit of exhibitionist streak in you, as well." Dev chuckled and looked directly into my eyes. "I think you need to explore these feelings further. You need to discover who you truly are and what you truly like. I would like to help you with that, Paul. Will you let me?" 

Dev placed his free hand on my knee and then slowly moved it up and down caressing my thigh. Each time it moved up, it got closer to my crotch. By the time he began to fondle my cock, I was already hard and stiff. 

"I don't know. I don't know about this." I gasped and squirmed as Dev squeezed and fondled my cock and balls. 

"It's alright, honey. I will help you. I will help you surrender to me and discover your submissive self. You don't need to decide. You just need to let Dev lead you. You need to obey Dev. All right, baby?" 

And then he cradled the back of my head with his hand and leaned in and planted his lips on mine. His tongue flicked against my lips and I sighed and opened my mouth. Dev plunged his tongue into my mouth and I felt something like an electric shock course directly to my cock. I moaned with pleasure as his tongue played with mine and his hand teased my manhood. My cock was now leaking pre-cum and the crotch of my pants was wet. Dev's hand spread the wetness as he fondled me. 

"We shouldn't do this here." I pleaded when he broke the kiss. "Someone will see." 

"Look around you." Dev chuckled. "We are hardly unique." 

I looked around and was amazed at what I saw in the dim light. There were some couples who were carrying on conversations. But there was also much more going on. One couple was holding hands and interrupting their conversation with frequent pecks on the lips. Many couples were locked in close embrace, kissing and petting and fondling each other. 

At one love seat, a man had his tongue plunged deep into his lover's mouth and his hand down his lover's pants; his lover squirmed at the attention. At another love seat, an older man slouched with his legs spread wide and his pants down around his ankles. A young man was between his legs, sucking on the older man's cock, his head bobbing up and down. As I took all this in, Dev continued to fondle my crotch and he nibbled on my neck and ear. This was just surreal! But it made me more aroused than I had ever been in my life! 

"Come home with me, baby." Dev whispered in my ear. "Will you come home with me and surrender to me?" 

"Oh yes, please." I moaned as Dev tongued my ear." 

"Will you obey me, doll?" Dev asked. 

"Yes." I gasped. 

"That's a good boy. I want you to call me Daddy from now on. Will you do that, baby?" 

"Yes." 

"Yes, what?" 

"Yes, Daddy." 

"That's my good boy. Let's go get a cab and go to my place." 

Dev gave my crotch one last squeeze and then helped me up off of the love seat. I was weak at the knees, but he wrapped his arm around my waist to steady me and led me out of the club. 

It was cold outside and I began to shiver as we waited for the cab to arrive. Dev unbuttoned the long, gray, cashmere overcoat he was wearing and drew me close to him, swallowing me up in the coat. I could feel his cock throbbing against my back as he began to fondle me once more. I felt totally possessed, swallowed up in this coat while my possessor played with me and enticed me and excited me. I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the feeling of being possessed by this man. Before I could cum the cab arrived to take us to Dev's apartment. 

Surrender 

We got into the cab and Dev wrapped his arm around me as he gave the driver instructions. The cab ride only took about ten or fifteen minutes and Dev fondled my crotch the entire time. Shit, I wanted to cum so bad! But before I could, we arrived at the apartment. Dev took me by the hand and led me into his building and up the stairs to his third floor apartment. 

Before the door had even fully shut behind us, Dev was all over me. He swallowed me up in his arms and plunged his tongue into my mouth. He squeezed and kneaded my ass-cheeks as I melted into him. It didn't take him long to rip my clothes off. And once I was naked, he quickly stripped and drew me back into his embrace. 

There we were, this big hairy-chested man and little ole me, dwarfed by his size and led by his manipulation of my body. Then, he literally swept me off my feet and carried me into his bedroom. What a room! The ceiling was mirrored. Three of the walls were fully mirrored. A huge round bed occupied the middle of the room. Dev put me down in front of the bed and stood behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and drew me close. 

"Look at us in the mirror, baby." He urged. "Look at yourself; how small and scrawny you are next to me. I am a real man. You are little boy; a small twink who needs a real man to control him and dominate him. I am going to do that, honey. I am going fuck you into submission and help you to blossom into the little sissy you really are." 

He threw me onto the bed then and crawled on top of me. Everything seemed surreal from that point on. Everything was sensation and physical experience for me. I felt his tongue in my mouth; demanding, insistent, teasing. I felt his hands on my body; exploring, possessing. Then his mouth was on my chest, sucking my little titties and licking and gently biting my erect nipples. 

This was ecstasy! I was lost in pleasure as his lips moved down my torso to my hard, throbbing penis pointing up at the mirrored ceiling like a soldier at attention. He sucked my cock into his mouth and used his tongue and lips to give me sensations I had never even dreamed could exist. 

While he sucked me, I felt his finger at the entrance to my ass. It was slick with some type of gel or something and I gasped as I felt it enter me. I stared at myself in the mirrored ceiling. Here I was squirming under this large man as he sucked on my throbbing prick and finger-fucked my tender ass. The sight and the sensations were intoxicating. I didn't want it to ever end. Then I felt a second finger enter my ass. I knew I was on the verge of cumming. I began to shake uncontrollably. 

"Oh, yes! Please! Please, Daddy, make me cum!" I pleaded as Dev brought me to the verge and then pushed me over the edge with his sucking and finger-fucking. 

My hips bucked wildly as Dev sucked all of the love-juice out of me. I came violently; again and again and again. When I had been completely drained, Dev removed his mouth and smiled at the squirming, shivering mass of flesh on the bed that used to be me. 

"Did you like that, baby?" He asked with a devilish look in his eye. 

"Oh, yes, Daddy. That was so good, Daddy." 

"You see, honey, you are a little slut; Daddy's little cum-slut. Now I am going to make you Daddy's bitch." 

I looked up at the mirrored ceiling. Dev's fingers were still inside of me, slowly moving in and out of my greased ass. I could see him applying the lubricant to his cock with his other hand. His cock was huge! It looked like it must be nine or ten inches long, very thick around with a huge mushroom head. I knew what was coming; even before Dev pulled his fingers out of me and crawled on top of me. 

"Spread your legs for me, slut." He commanded and I responded by spreading them wide. 

Dev positioned the head of his cock at my hole and smiled down at me. 

"You're a virgin, aren't you, slut?" 

"Yes, Daddy." 

He pushed his cock slowly into me. 

"Not any more, whore. Daddy has taken your cherry." 

Then he pushed in slowly, but steadily until he was fully buried inside of me. I had expected abject pain from the size of his cock. But though there was some discomfort while he entered me, the anticipated pain was not there. He lay on top of me, breathing heavily. I could feel his manhood filling me, throbbing with life inside of me. 

"Now I'm going to fuck your tight little ass, baby." He whispered in my ear. "I'm going to fuck the manhood out of you. When my sperm fills you, it will transform you into a little, gay slut. I want you to hold this image in your mind as I make you my bitch." 

And then he began to fuck me. Slowly at first, but picking up steam and speed as he progressed. He began to grunt with pleasure as he moved in and out of me. And me? I started getting hard again. It was as if his fucking was inflating my penis. I began to shake and quiver with pleasure. 

"Oh yes, Daddy! Please, Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy! Take me, Daddy!" 

My words egged him on and he increased the tempo of his fucking. And now I began to lose control. The rest of my first fuck became a blur. I was no longer thinking. I was only feeling. I wanted more! I wrapped my legs around him and clung to him a tightly as I could. We were like two dogs in heat; panting, grunting, locked together as one. I could hear animal sounds; grunting, gurgling. I realized they were coming from my throat! 

Then Dev pushed into me hard. His body stiffened. I felt his throbbing cock inside of me. And then the dam burst! He began to shoot his load into me. Spurt after spurt. If filled me. I could feel it leaking out of my ass and onto the bedsheet. Then I began to convulse! My little cock was hard and stiff and now shooting another load of cum onto my stomach and chest. 

"Yes! Yes! Cum you little slut!" Dev urged me. And I did; hard and long. 

Our orgasms subsided at about the same time. But Dev did not pull his cock out of me. He lay there on top of me with his cock, still hard and throbbing inside of me. 

"Did you like that, baby?" He smiled down at me. 

"Oh, yes, Daddy." I gasped. 

"You see, baby, you always had this inside of you. You were always a slut deep inside just waiting to come out. Like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly. Now I have fully turned you. You are my bitch!" 

"Yes, Daddy, I am your bitch." I affirmed as I snuggled against him. 

"Daddy is going to have so much fun training you." Dev whispered in my ear. His tongue caressed my ear inside and out and he began to move slowly against me. He was going to fuck me a second time! More of his cum oozed out of my ass as he plunged his cock in and out. He wrapped his hand around my flaccid, little prick and began to squeeze and jack it as the tempo of his fucking increased. I totally lost control of myself. I was now just a squirming mass of flesh being played by Daddy like an instrument. He told my later that I was screaming as he came inside of me a second time while milking the cum out of my hard little rod. 

Aftermath 

There was no doubt that I was his after that. I came to see him every day until school started. He trained me well. He fucked me in every possible position that I could be fucked: missionary, doggy style, on my side, laying flat on my stomach. And he taught me how to pleasure him with my mouth. I became very adept at nursing on his beautiful, fat man-cock. 

I transferred to his psych class and when the semester started I moved in with him. I thought it would last forever, but I soon discovered that Dev liked to take a new boy each semester. When he discarded me, I tried to go back to dating girls, but that was a total failure. I fooled around with some of the younger boys, but something was missing. Then I finally went to that gay movie theater. An older man approached me there and took me home. He became my second Daddy. 

Seven more men have taken me since then. Always older than me; always aggressive, dominating personalities. Ben is the latest. He took me almost two years ago. I was with someone at the time, but Ben. He wanted me, so he took me. He's my first college professor since Dev. I live in his house and keep it neat and clean. He does the cooking because he likes to, thank god. I hate to cook. He also publishes and I act as his proof reader. I don't get paid for that. I don't get paid for anything. Ben likes to say that I am his slave labor. 

He's starting to stir now. I can feel his cock growing against my ass-crack. I start to grease his hardening cock with lube. He likes to plunge his morning wood into me and give me a proper fucking to start the day. Oh yes! It feels wonderful as he pushes his fat cock into me.



Slippery Slope



"He must wonder what's gotten into you...you're giving it up a bit more these days, aren't you?"

"I'm sure he wonders, but it's not like he's complaining or anything. How about you? When did you last have sex with your wife?"

"Last night. Just a quick one though. She wasn't into it."

"What does that mean for you guys?"

"It means I get to fuck her and get off. Usually pretty quick now, because I know it's just a pity fuck."

"How long is that?"

"Probably just 5 minutes or so..."

"You can come that quickly? My husband takes a while to come, and sometimes he just doesn't come after a while and loses his erection."

"Sometimes coming quickly isn't that great, you know. Leads to PE...Isn't it better that he fucks you for a while and gets you off?"

"I don't come like that. Isn't that weird? I need something else to come, so it's just a drag that he does that and then neither of us have an orgasm. What's PE?"

"You know...premature ejaculation...most guys dreaded event after impotence."

"Guys are too hung up on that stuff..."

"Maybe so, but still ain't fun when you can't bring your partner pleasure. That's probably why women fake it."

"Probably true...I've faked it occasionally so he doesn't get mad."

"And he doesn't know that you're faking?"

"I don't think so...I think I can make him believe that I've come, even if it's a little one."

"You women are lucky, that you can come so much...big ones, little ones, multiple ones..."

"Doesn't work all the time and doesn't work for all women. That's what I've learned from my friends."

"Women talk about that stuff?"

"Oh yeah...all the time. Women share more details than men do."

"I'll remember that..."

So that was one such lunch time conversation...seems pretty innocent. No touching, nothing overtly inappropriate, but the slope was getting very slippery even though we were mutually satisfying our home life through turning each other on at work.

"So did you get any last night?" was Marie's opening line to another conversation a week or so later?

"Just another quickie I'm afraid."

"So you lay on top of her for 5 minutes?"

"No. This time it was a hand job."

"That's pretty easy, huh?"

"Yes...not too complicated to get me off sometimes."

"Does she ever give you a blow job?"

"Not as often as I would like."

"Which would be daily, not doubt," Marie quipped.

"Got that right. Do you give your husband head then?"

"Not much...he doesn't taste good."

"You don't have to let him come in your mouth, you know. There are other ways to finish..."

"I know that...I mean he just doesn't taste good down there. I used to let him come in my mouth, but I just couldn't get over the bad taste and now he comes in his hand."

"That must be unfulfilling. It's every guys dream to come onto their woman...it's sort of a possession thing..."

"Really? I didn't realize that. I just thought it was all that porn you guys watch, with coming all over a girls face..."

"There's that too...it's just a powerful image to have your sperm all over her face, neck, tits, wherever..."

"Is that your fantasy too?"

"Yes it is...guilty..."

"I'll make a note of that...for future reference..." Again, the sly smile and back to work.

6. Next email 

Another string of email conversation the next week...

I had one of those erotic dreams again...want to hear it?

Sure...

You're not that hard to convince...

Remember...I'm just a guy. 

I'll remember that then...still want to hear about my recent dream?

Yes.

Well then...we were in my office, having one of our spicy conversations, and I noticed that you were a bit uncomfortable in you seat, squirming around a bit. I asked what the matter was and you said, 'nothing.' I could tell that you were aroused and that your cock was bulging against your pants. I can see that you know. All the time now. 

Guilty.

So I asked if I could do anything to help your situation. And without waiting for a reply, I knelt between your legs and opened your zipper. I looked up at your face to see if you would stop me and you just gazed down at me, and I could see the need in your face. I opened your pants and reached inside to take out your cock, which was very red and hard and a little wet. I remember seeing a spot of wetness on your underwear and took note of that erotic leakage. I remember inhaling your scent and feeling the hardness of your cock in my hands and started stroking you up and down....you still there?

Yes.

Are you hard now?

Yes.

Good...then should I continue?

Yes...quickly...

Impatient, aren't we...anyhow, you told me that it had been a while, and that you needed to come. 'where do you want to come?' 'on you...please...' you begged as I stroked your beautiful cock. I want to see it so much, to see your cock and to feel it throbbing in my hands and to see you come.

Would that turn you on?

Yes...

And then you squeezed my shoulder as I felt your orgasm approach and I aimed your cock so that it literally exploded with spurts and spurts of come as it landed on my face and neck and dripped onto my breasts and blouse...quite the mess and so much too...you still there?

OMG...

That's the short version...typing it out takes longer than telling it. There were more details. Seems that some realities of our conversations are making their way into my dreams...

Wow Marie...that is so crazy...

Are you still hard?

Way YES

Are you touching yourself?

Yes...

Is that why you aren't typing much? 

Yes...

I'm wet too...I might have to take care of this real quick like...how about you?

Me too....

Such a waste...could be here in my office and I would let you come on me...would you like that?

Absolutely yes...

And would you like to watch me too?

Yes...

I thought so...you said so before...

I'm coming now...

And so I did, into my pants and without direct stimulation, just rubbing my cock through my pants...spurts and spurts of come with such force that I couldn't type for a bit...

Hey...you still there? Did you really just come?

Yes...

Naughty boy...couldn't wait could you?

I guess not...that was way hot...

What will you do with that mess on your pants...

I don't know...any ideas?

I've got lots of ideas, but that was a minute ago...and you're there and I'm here.

I mean how to clean up the stain?

Just put some water on your underwear so it doesn't get on you pants and then put a towel or something b/t your underwear and pants so it doesn't show.

Good idea, thanks.

Don't mention it...just change when you get home. That wouldn't look so good.

So right.

I may just have to give the hubby a good fuck tonight...you're making me so horny all the time.

Lucky guy tonight then.

You're SOL then, huh?

I'll be good in a half hour...that all works fine...

Lucky guy...have fun tonight.

Bye...thanks for the story too...

Bye.

And so it went, for another few days, with these sorts of talks and emails. Getting racier and more detailed by the day.

6. The real thing

Every time we would work together from then on, there would be some racy comment that would take the form of an email, brief talk or note. 

One time, the note said: No panties today.

Then another time, it said: I'm dying to see you come.

What was I to do? I'm just a guy after all, and could only take so much teasing and torturing. I think Marie relished in the chase and the build up more than anything else, and I'll admit that I did too. I was checking emails all the time and I had to wear briefs so that my constantly erect cock wouldn't be such and obvious tent in my pants.

One day, we were having one of our usual lunches in her office and just talking about stuff. Families, work, etc. Nothing unusual. We had a full hour and after we got done eating, Marie asked, "Anything new at home?" An innocent question.

"Not really. Still the same old..."

"Me too."

"How long has it been for you?"

"Several days now...5 days to be exact."

"That's a long time for you, isn't it? My husband is wondering a bit at the increased sex drive that I'm having."

"I'll bet he's not complaining though."

"True. But it's just not the same. I've been doing some more reading, you know," Marie offered. I could sense that she wanted a bit more than 'regular' conversation.

"What are you reading about these days? WWII, Abraham Lincoln perhaps?"

"Yeah, right...I found this book at Borders that I read for a while there."

"And what was this interesting book?"

"It had to do with 'how to please your man.'"

"And what did you learn from your reading?" I was anticipating a very detailed explanation.

"It said what you told me once, that men really like to watch and that they are visual. That's why porn is so popular with men."

"I did tell you that. Anything else?"

"The book gave some good details about how to give a good hand job."

"Like you had in your dream?"

"Perhaps a bit more details about motions and lotions."

"Ooohh...a slippery hand job...now that's an art form that most women don't appreciate."

"So you'd like that, huh? An oily hand job?"

"More than you know...I've a bit of a 'thing' about that."

"What do you mean, 'thing'?"

"Let's just say it's something that I really, really like...I remember one time getting turned on when a woman was holding on to a rail of a subway. Perhaps she knew what she was doing, but I was totally mesmerized and turned on by the way her hand slid up and down that shiny pole. "

"I'll keep that in mind," Marie said, again with that sly smile, slightly reddened face and sultry look.

"Do you ever do that for your husband?"

"No...haven't tried that before. I might have to give it a whirl..." she said, smiling even broader.

"What's that look for?" I asked.

"The 'whirl' is one of the moves in the book..."

"What exactly is it?" I asked, looking for some details.

"Well, it's sort of like a twist of the wrist on the upstroke done with alternating hands. Perhaps I can demonstrate for you."

She took a coke bottle off her desk and looked at me, demonstrating this move. To demonstrate properly, she held the bottle between her legs, and using one hand at a time, stroking the bottle as she would a cock. It was definitely a powerful image.

"Wow...that's so hot..."

"Want to see what another of the moves that the book mentioned?"

"Yes, please demonstrate."

"Ok. It was called 'the grasp' Want to see?"

"You know the answer to that, I think."

"It looks like this..."

She demonstrated grasping the bottle with both hands, fingers interlaced, and with the thumbs stroking the very tip. She initially focused her attention at the shaft between her legs, and then looked up at me, completely mesmerized at the motion of her hands on that bottle, that I so envied.

"The book said that the tip here...it's called the frenulum, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Well, that's the most sensitive part, and that when properly stimulated can really drive a man wild...sort of like the clitoris for a man, it said."

"I'll bet that's exactly right."

"My husband's cock is not circumsized, but I read that this area is more sensitive with men who are circumsized. Is that right?" She asked, looking at me looking at her hands still stroking and grasping the shaft and tip of the bottle.

"I'm really not sure. I know that works for me."

"You mean this would make you come?"

"Yes, I believe it would."

"Fast or slow?"

"Sometimes a steady, slow rhythm is right. Sometimes fast is good."

Marie just nodded, taking in the information, but not stopping her hands sliding up and down that bottle.

"Are you hard?"

"You know the answer to that too..."

"I can tell...this turns you on, doesn't it?"

"You know the answer to that again."

"Yes...I suppose I do."

"You know what you're doing to me, don't you?" I asked, defenses now worn down and immensely turned on.

"Yes, I think I do."

"Your smooth hands and red fingernails are so incredibly sexy."

"I see now that 'hand's are your thing...that's why you would complement my fingernails, then, right?"

"True that."

"And that's why you always stare at my hands when I put lotion on, right?"

"Yes again."

"I want to see your cock, please..." Marie whispered, her voice a throaty, lusty whisper.

"Marie...we can't do that...we've probably already crossed the line." That little red guy on my right shoulder's voice was way drowning out the voice of reason that stood, small and far away on my left shoulder.

"Please...I've dreamed about this for weeks, months even. I so need to see your cock. I'll sit right here. I won't move, I promise. Just let me see you touch yourself. Please..."

She kept stroking that smooth, glass bottle up and down, as if in a trance.

I rubbed my cock through my pants, trying to take the pressure off. Marie smiled ever so briefly, as if to say that she knew she'd win. I didn't have much rational thought in my mind, mostly because the blood was in my throbbing cock.

After a couple moments of losing debate, perhaps too many moments, I saw Marie put the bottle back on the desk and start to unbutton her blouse down to her belly. I could see her pale white skin between her breasts and the cream colored bra come into view. Her fingers traced down her throat to between her breasts and gently caressed the skin there.

"Please...I'll show you some more if you will take it out...please take out your cock and let me see..." her voice was begging me, edging me on, and her hand stroked the skin at the top of one of her breasts, holding the weight in her hand and then slowly releasing the clasp in the front.

"Convenient front release." I observed.

"Yes, very convenient. Want to see more?"

"Yes, please...I do."

"You too...show me..."

I began to unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. I sat on the edge of the desk, about 3-4 feet in front of where she was sitting in the office chair. I pulled my pants down part way, enough to expose my entire front, and grabbed my hard cock through the material of the boxed briefs. I then looked at her face, her blue eyes dilated with passion as her hand continued to open her blouse and spread apart the cups of her bra, exposing her full, white 36-D breast to my lust-filled gaze. Her breast had large, pink areole and blue veins beneath the pale skin.

Her hand cupped the undersurface of her breast and lifted the weight in her hand. Her thumb slowly flicked at her hardened nipple. I couldn't take my eyes off this incredible sight, and was absently stroking and rubbing my cock.

"I see the wet spot...just like in my dream...you're leaking..."

"This is incredibly sexy Marie..."

"It would be even sexier if I could see more skin..."

I reached my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and pulled them up and over my cock, which was pointed straight up to my stomach, held upright by my underwear initially, but now firm and throbbing there all on its own.

"Oh my god...you're beautiful...more beautiful than I thought...it's perfect..."

"You sure know what to say to a guy...you're quite the incredible sight yourself...so sexy there with your breasts out for me to see. That's why I'm like this," I said, grasping the shaft of my cock in my fist., squeezing it firmly as if to emphasize my arousal.

"Your cock is so hard...so red...I can see the cum leaking from the tip." Marie's voice was that soft, sultry whisper again, also contributing to my arousal. "Stroke it for me, the way you do when you masturbate."

"You mean like this?" I asked, looking at her breasts and her hand on her hard nipple, gently pinching it between her thumb and index finger, while slowly stroking my cock up and down. I couldn't remember being any more turned on and I distinctly recall breathing hardly at all because I didn't want to break the moment of incredible erotic energy.

"Is that the way you do it when you jerk off?"

I nodded. Her eyes were as glued to my hand on myself as mine were glued to hers.

"God, this is sexy...I'm so wet right now..."

"Your breasts are so sexy...so unbelievably sexy..." I managed to mutter, as if I'd never seen a breast before. 

"I have to touch your cock...please...I have to. It's so hot, so hard, so ready..."

"You promised..." as if what we were already doing was somehow, 'ok'.

Without asking further, she rolled her chair forward slowly, closing the distance between our partially naked bodies. First I felt her hands on my upper thighs and then closing her hand around my hand that was stroking my cock, savoring in the rhythm of my movement. Then I withdrew my hand and switched places so that my hand was on top of hers and the first touch of her hand on my cock was exquisite. She just held her hand there and I knew I shivered and throbbed in her hand. Her small hand, smooth skin and red nails surrounding my cock were almost enough to make me come right there.

"Oh my god...so much better than I could ever have imagined...you're so big, so hard, so full...I can feel your pulse...." She whispered, not taking her eyes off my aching cock, directly at her eye level. Her thumb swirled around the tip, smoothing the cum leaking from the tip of my cock into the skin at the head. 

She then took her hand briefly off my cock, just enough to bring her thumb to her lips and taste the liquid seeping out of me. But really, this brought her face closer to my groin.

"Delicious...so different...so good..."

"Marie...please...stop...don't....stop..." was some sort of string of incoherent syllables that I said.

"I can't believe how good you feel...yours is only the second cock I've ever felt...and so much bigger and sexier than even in my most vivid fantasies..." she softly narrated her inner thoughts. "And believe me, I've had very, very vivid fantasies."

I reached down with a trembling hand to cup her breast. I don't think I was breathing because I was so filled with a combination of apprehension, terror and erotic thrill. It had been 15+ years that anyone other than my wife was touching me and that my hands were touching another naked breast. And Marie's breast was so wonderful, so soft and full. Her nipple was engorged and I could feel it in my palm as I gauged the weight of her full breast. 

Meanwhile her body was mere inches from mine, and cock was just in front of her lips, which were full and partly opened. 

"I have to taste you...I have to feel this cock in my mouth..."

I could feel the breath from her words as her mouth got closer and closer to my cock. I was trembling with anticipation and lust as her breast was in my hand and her mouth opened to engulf the head of my cock.

"Oh my god...Marie...please...oh god..."

I could feel her breathing through her nose and watched as her mouth engulfed my cock, just the head at first and then deeper, inch by inch. I could feel her tongue swirling around and around, and then the tip of my cock settling at the roof of her mouth as her nose got closer and closer to the base of my cock without even the hint of any gag.

I rested one hand on top of her head and stroked her curly red hair and then her cheek and her throat as if to acknowledge her task, still holding her breast and pinching her nipple as I saw her do a few moments ago.

"Oh god...so deep...how do you do that...?" I managed to gasp, as her nose pressed against the skin at the base of my pubic bone, and I actually felt, for the first time in my life, my cock within someone's throat. Incredible...simply incredible and it took my breath away with this sight and sensation.

She just murmured something, still sucking my cock deeply into her mouth, into her throat. I don't think I've ever been deep throated...my cock is about 7 inches, but still never had the pleasure of such a warm, willing and talented cock sucker.




Slippery Slope



She just held my cock there, savoring the depth of penetration and then slowly withdrew me from her mouth.

"How's that? I wasn't sure I could...never really tried... I guess I don't have much of a gag reflex...comes in handy sometimes, huh?" She smiled, looking up at me, holding my gaze as she opened her mouth to engulf me yet again.

"Marie...I don't know if I can take much more of this...I told you it's been days..."

She only nodded...sucking and stroking me with more intensity.

"Marie...so good...it's close...so close..."

Again, she nodded and kept sucking, in and out, deep and shallow, sucking the head and using her tongue at this sensitive tip while stroking my shaft with firm, steady strokes.

"Marie...I'm gonna come...gonna come..."

She looked up at me briefly again, nodding, somehow smiling with her mouth full of cock, letting me know it was ok.

She set back to her task and within another minute, I grabbed her shoulder and her head and felt my orgasm hit me with intensity that I hadn't felt for years, if ever. I felt her mouth and throat open and swallow each spurt of cum that erupted from me and hit her mouth with spasm after spasm of intense release.

She kept gently sucking and sucking until I was spent and released. I realized I was probably hurting her shoulder by squeezing so tightly because I was trying not to yell out loud. She just held my cock in her hot mouth, as if savoring the last few drops of sticky cum to emerge, and finally released me from her lips with an audible pop and smack of her lips, white with remaining cum that she savored by licking it from her lips.

"I can't believe I did that...I honestly didn't think we would do that..."

"That was just so amazing Marie...I've never, ever come like that in my entire life."

"You taste so good...so delicious...so much better than I ever thought or imagined."

"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked, still recovering from a most powerful orgasm and overall sexual experience.

"I'm not sure. I've not done that in years...I just didn't think about it. I wanted so much to have you in my mouth and to taste you...I've been thinking of it for months and months..."

"I'm sorry to come in your mouth...perhaps you weren't expecting that."

"Please don't apologize...I wanted that more than you know..."

She kept a gentle hold on my cock, only slightly softenend, still throbbing and hard in her soft hand. I looked down at the top of her red hair, and just marveled at the look of my still-hard cock in her small hand...fingernails wrapped around the shaft, and watching another drop of cum emerge from the tip that she milked to the surface and then dipped her tongue one last time before she replaced my cock in my pants and helped me get dressed again before she ever so slowly reclasped her bra and buttoned her blouse.

So it began...never expecting or planning the fall from grace.



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Stacy's Mom



Just a little light entertainment inspired by a parody video clip about a new gaming console controller. This story is closer to R-rated than XXX, so YMMV.

*****

The two-story brick house looked like it had seen better days. Things hadn't been the same since Stacy's dad walked out, thought the young man walking up the front steps. He was of average height, but well-built, with a pleasant face. 



When the door opened Oliver smiled, expecting to see his friend Stacy. She was a year younger than him: years ago the two had flirted in junior high school and went on a few dates in high school, but somehow never clicked romantically. Still, they had stayed in touch, and while he was home from college on break she had called him for help with a chemistry test. 

Instead of his friend, though, an older woman opened the door. Freckles dotted her smiling cheeks, and she wore her blond hair in a high ponytail. Still trim and athletic in middle age, she came to the door in yoga pants and t-shirt. A string of pearls completed her outfit, simple and elegant.

"Oh, hello, Mrs. Wells. Is Stacy here?"

"I'm so sorry, honey." Stacy's mom held the door open. "It's sooo nice of you to help her, but she just called and said to tell you she's stuck at school for another hour at least."

"Oh. Um." He rocked from foot to foot indecisively. 

"Helping Stacy with school must be the last thing you want to do on vacation, I bet." Mrs. Wells said sympathetically.

"No, ma'am. I'm not busy or anything." Oliver admitted.

"Well, honey, I know she does want your help; would you mind waiting a jiffy?" She brightened at his nod. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Thank you, ma'am. Some tea would be great." Oliver followed her inside where he spotted a sleek black box sitting under the TV.

"Cool." He breathed. "I didn't know you had a Zbox Two."

"Here you are, dear." Returning from the kitchen with a tall glass of sweet tea. ""Stacy didn't tell you about that?" 

"Ma'am?" Oliver mumbled, taking a sip.

"It arrived last week from Bobby." She scowled at the memory of her absent husband. "I have no idea why, and he didn't even include a return address. Just this."

"Was it a present for Stacy? " Oliver bent down to look at it. He'd heard how awesome the new game console was supposed to be, but hadn't seen one in person. Along with the Zbox Two were two of the new Konect controllers that were supposed to be the hottest new thing in gaming. "Controls like you've never felt before," the box read. 

"Have you played it yet?" He asked.

"Heavens no." Mrs. Wells rolled her eyes. "I've only just gotten back from a business trip. I wouldn't even know how to set it up."

"I can set it up for you if you'd like." Oliver offered hopefully, peering behind the big screen TV to find the input jacks.

"Would you please? That would be wonderful, honey." Mrs Wells smiled. "He sent a game, too. You can play it until that ungrateful daughter of mine gets home."

"What game?" Oliver asked as he unpacked the controllers. ÔControls like you've never felt before.' That's an odd slogan, he thought.

"Tennis. Probably Bobby thought he was being clever." 

Many years ago she played on her college team, and playing regularly still kept her physically fit. Secretly, Oliver had always enjoyed seeing her in skimpy tennis clothes. Even now he couldn't help sneaking glances at the older woman as he connected the Zbox, and the way her yoga pants displayed the tight curves of her rear. 

"All done, ma'am." He said after a while.

"Thank you, Oliver." She smiled. "I bet Stacy will be excited, too."

"Would you like to play?" He offered her one of the Konect controllers in hopes of keeping her around to look at.

"Oh, I don'tÑ"

"Please? This will be my only chance to beat you in tennis." Oliver was a swimmer; balls didn't interest him much.

"Beat me? You think you can beat me?" The older woman's competitive spirit spoke up. "Not a chance, honey. Move over."

She sat down primly beside him onto the plush sofa, legs together. Taking a control each, they went through the instructions. Partway through the game start-up, amazingly lifelike outlines of the pair appeared on the screen. A voice suddenly emerged from the Zbox.

"Confirm player identity?"

"How did it do that? How did it know who we are?" She said, surprised.

"I've read about this on the web. It has a camera, and it can scan the room to see who is playing. Isn't that incredible?" 

"Confirm player identity." The voice hardened.

Mrs Wells frowned.

"They really should make it more polite."

"I think we just need to point the controller at our figure and press the A button, ma'am." Oliver said. As he did so, his outline glowed red momentarily. Mrs. Wells followed suit.

"Identity confirmed." The voice softened again.

Oliver continued with game set-up. When it asked whether they wanted to play doubles as a team or singles as opponents, Mrs. Wells arched her brows.

"Opponents. Definitely."

On the screen, a new window appeared. ÔPlayer identities compatible with special rewards mode. Use? Yes/no.'

"Special rewards... What is that?" Mrs. Wells asked.

"I'm not sure. I think that's like when we clear a level we earn something, like getting new ammunition in a shooter game." Oliver guessed.

"Ammunition?" Mrs. Wells looked dubious. She didn't object when he pressed Ôyes,' though. When he was done, two lifelike characters appeared on a digital Wimbledon centre court, with anonymous faces lining the stands.

"Practice game ready." The Zbox said.

"That's just weird." Mrs. Wells shook her head.

Unfamiliar with the controls, she fumbled her way through the first game, letting Oliver win easily. He didn't play tennis, but he knew how to play video games.

"Rewards game 1 ready." The voice said.

"No!" Mrs. Wells suddenly spoke up. "One more for practice."

"I don't think it-"

"Practice game ready." The voice agreed.

"Woah..." Oliver looked awed.

This time the game was closer. Mrs. Wells made fewer control errors, and returned more of Oliver's shots. In the end, though, Oliver's skill with the controller was still too much.

"Rewards game 1 ready." The voice repeated.

"Alright. I've got this now." Mrs. Wells told herself.

She almost did, too. Now that she had a sense of how the controller worked, her experience put her almost even with the boy's finger coordination. When it was done, she let out her breath with a gusty sigh of disappointment.

"Rewards mode active. Player 2 select reward." The voice said.

The digital court vanished, replaced by Mrs. Wells' electronic character.

"What is that that supposed to mean?" Oliver wondered. As he moved his controller, though, he discovered that he could make different parts of Mrs. Wells figure turn red. First her shirt, then her pants, then back to her shirt.

Oliver looked confused, but went ahead and pressed A anyway.

"Player 2 reward chosen. Player 1 will remove her shirt." The Zbox pronounced.

"What!" Mrs. Wells yelled, telling herself she'd misheard it.

Oliver's mouth dropped, staring at the screen, where the figure's shirt now flashed red.

"Player 1 will remove her shirt." Came the same voice.

"This is crazy!" She said, standing up. "I-"

"Sit down." The machine warned, and Mrs. Wells dropped back into the sofa, mouth hanging open.

"Player 1 will remove her shirt." The Zbox continued. Louder now, it had an edge that hadn't been there before.

"Gosh darn it, Bobby. I should have known this would be some kind of sick joke." She turned to the boy next to her. "I'm sorry, Oliver, this was-"

"Player 1 will remove her shirt." The voice grew louder still.

"I-" Mrs. Wells spun to face the TV.

Oliver watched expressions run across her face: anger, exasperation, fear, and finally settling on panic. 

Without taking her eyes off the TV, she put the controller down on the sofa beside her. Taking the hem of her shirt she lifted, exposing her flat belly. A whimper escaped her lips as her hands moved unstoppably upwards. Her breasts came into view, held tight in a dark brown sports bra. Up, over her head, and her shirt ended up on the floor by her feet.

"Turn it off. Turn it off, Oliver." Mrs. Wells begged, back in control of her body.

The boy ripped his eyes away from her chest, only to hear the Zbox speak again.

"Rewards game 2 ready." It said. When Mrs. Wells character appeared on the court this time, she was shirtless, wearing only a bra and pants.

"Do something, Oliver!" Her voice rose.

His body tensed, like he was trying to rise, then sank back into the sofa.

"I-I can't!" 

"Player 1 serve." The Zbox continued. A ball appeared in Mrs. Well's on-screen hand.

"No. I'm not playing anymore!" She shook her head. The ball tumbled from her digital hand.

"Serve time limit exceeded. Player 1 fault. Player 1 serve."

Still she refused to play. Once again, the ball fell to the ground.

"Serve time limit exceeded. Double fault. 0-15." The Zbox was remorseless. Another ball appeared in her hand.

Mrs. Wells' eyes expression changed. Her eyes narrowed, she set her shoulders with a grunt.

"Um, I think-" Oliver began.

"-that if I don't serve, you're going to win again. And if you win again I'll have to take something else off. I don't understand what's going on, but that is NOT going to happen!" She growled.

This time, she played like a woman possessed. Taken aback by her ferocity, Oliver fell behind early and never managed to catch up.

"Rewards mode active. Player 1 select reward." 

All at once, Mrs. Wells realized what she had done. 

"Um, it's okay, honey. You don't need-"

"Rewards mode active. Player 1 select reward." 

"I...ah...sorry, Oliver." She tried not to look as he pulled off his shirt, but she couldn't help sneaking a glance at his chest. Not a bodybuilder's six-pack abs, but firm in all the right places. ÔDon't think like that,' she told herself.

"Rewards game 3 ready." The voice said, and this time Oliver's character only wore shorts.

"Wait. We're even now, can't we stop?" Mrs. Wells asked. 

"It doesn't look like it." Oliver shook his head. His character prepared to serve.

"Wait-hey!" She yelled as Oliver took advantage of her distraction.

"15-0" The Zbox sounded satisfied.

"Cheater! That's not fair." She complained to the machine after Oliver won the match. "I wasn't-"

"Rewards mode active. Player 2 select reward." The Zbox cut her off.

"Oliver, can we talk about this." Mrs. Wells pleaded.

"Um. I have to pick something, ma'am." He replied. On screen, her character's bra and pants alternated red as he moved the controller.

"Can't we just call it a draw?"

"I...I don't think so."

"How long does a tennis game last?" Oliver asked.

"A match? Three sets." She replied, worried.

"But we've already played three. Shouldn't this be the end?"

"We've played three games. There are up to 12 games in a set, and a match is three of those."

"Oh." Oliver said in a small voice.

"Close your eyes, honey." She said as her on-screen pants turned red and stayed that color. After he turned away, she shimmied out of her yoga pants, exposing matching brown bikini panties, with just a slice of turquoise lace trim at the top.

"Rewards game 4 ready." The voice said. This time, Mrs. Wells character appeared in her underwear.

"Eyes front, young man!" She scolded as he turned towards her, but not before he took in her firm thighs and well-toned legs.

"Wow. Great legs, Mrs. Wells." He blurted out. 

"Oliver Triplett!" She exclaimed, momentarily at a loss for words. "How could you say something that at a time like this?"

"Sorry, ma'am," He blushed and admitted, "but I always though you looked great in a mini-skirt." 

Her eyes widened in shock, but before she could decide on a response, the Zbox interrupted.

"Serve time limit exceeded. Player 1 fault. Player 1 serve." 

"Hey! Stop trying to distract me." She said with a scowl. Try as she might, though, she couldn't stop thinking about what he said. Did he really think she was hot? A 39-year old woman? She worked hard to keep up her appearance, but still. The first quiver of excitement sped through her body. Unfortunately, the distraction was too much, and she lost again. 

"Darn it, Oliver." She cursed, watching his cursor move across her on-screen body. "This has to stop."

"I know, but-"

"Rewards mode active. Player 2 select reward." The Zbox cut him off.

"We don't want to play anymore." She pleaded to the box, but the machine was implacable.

"Player 2 select reward." 

This time Mrs. Wells didn't bother to hide as she unsnapped her bra, and Oliver couldn't help but stare as she exposed her chest. The freckles on her face flowed down her chest and up the slopes of her small breasts, to where they peaked in pointy brown nipples. 

"Don't tell me you've always wanted to see these tiny things. I know that's not true, honey." She rolled her eyes in self-depreciation.

"What?" Oliver tore his attention away from her chest before the swelling in his pants became uncomfortable. "Seriously, Mrs. Wells. Remember that summer when Mr. Wells broke his leg and he paid me to mow the lawn?" 

"Yes, what about it?" Mrs. Wells asked, confused.

"Well, that time you came out in just a towel-"

"I did not!" 

"It was pink. You had it tied about here." He motioned with his hand and grinned at the memory.

"I did that?" Mrs. Wells sounded dubious.

"I kept hoping that it would slip just a little bit and I could see-"

"Oliver Triplett!" 

The boy shrugged. Of course he hoped it would.

"Woah, I didn't know you had a tattoo." He continued, catching sight of the small anchor tattooed next to her breast.

"I was your age, once, Buster. And we knew how to party, too." The middle-age mother's indignation momentarily got the better of her embarrassment. Then she softened. "My high-school boyfriend went into the Navy, so I got this tattoo during his first deployment."

"Wow. You've totally got it going on, Mrs. Wells." He said in awe. His own mother wouldn't be caught dead with a tattoo. She wouldn't even let him get one.

Stacy's mom smiled, suddenly more at ease showing her breasts to the boy. She knew it was wrong, but it wasn't like she had a choice, she told herself. And it is nice to be appreciated.

This time, Oliver was the distracted one. As if Mrs. Well's naked chest wasn't enough, her on-screen character was equally exposed. Every time the ball went into her court his eyes tracked her nipples instead.

"Ha!" Mrs. Wells pumped her fist as she won game five. 

"Player 1 select reward." When she remembered what came next she suddenly reddened. 

"It's okay, ma'am." Oliver shrugged and slipped off his shorts. He wasn't fully hard yet, but he had to adjust his boxers to keep it contained.

Mrs. Wells tried not to stare, but she couldn't help notice the motion, and the bulge it covered. A flutter of excitement ran through her.

Game six left her feeling lightheaded, as if this was all somehow a dream, and she wasn't sitting topless in her own living room with a boy, watching his thickness shift inside his boxers. Her scantily-clad game character danced across the screen, effortlessly returning Oliver's shots. The final score was almost as lopsided as their first game, but in the opposite direction.

"Player 1 select reward." The Zbox announced.

When it was done, Mrs. Wells fought the urge to click on his shorts immediately. Feigning reluctance, she turned demurely away, letting him pull off his boxers.

"It's alright, ma'am. I don't mind if you look." He said casually, settling down beside her.

'That's not fair' she thought. Was he sitting closer than before? Oh, goodness, what if their hips touched? Her chest heaved in shallow breaths as forbidden emotions ran through her body. She knew she shouldn't, but she had to look.

"Oh. My. Goodness." Mrs. Wells eyes whispered, staring at his erection. "You're not a little boy anymore."

"No, ma'am. I reckon I'm all grown up." He responded proudly. 

Yes, he certainly was. She agreed silently. Good-looking, muscular, and equipped to satisfy any woman he met. Her first boyfriend had been like that. She and Johnny had made beautiful music in bed, she thought-and everywhere else, for that matter. Her crotch tingled with the memory.

She gave him a shaky smile, more nervous about what she might do than about what he might. 

"Be honest with me, Oliver." She began, desperate to change the subject from how yummy he looked. "How far have you gone with my daughter?"

"Ma'am?" Oliver hesitated.

"Don't "ma'am" me, young man. I asked you a question." She tried to look stern. It was hard, though, when she wanted to stare at his privates instead. "Has my daughter seen your...you know?"

"No, ma'am." That, he could answer truthfully.

"You two haven't, you know, fooled around?"

"Well, we've kissed and stuff."

"'And stuff?'"

"You know, put our hands in each other's pants."

"So she's touched it."

"Yes, ma'am." Oliver flinched, expecting a reprimand, but Mrs. Wells fell silent, imagining her daughter's hands wrapped around it. Would they even reach?

"Can I?" Her hand twitched.

Oliver's eyes widened.

"Oh, goodness. I'm sorry, Oliver, I shouldn't have said that." She closed her eyes and blushed. "It's this game. It's just-" 

"Sure, Mrs. Wells. Go ahead." It felt harder than it had ever been in his entire life. He wasn't a virgin-other girls he had dated had gone farther than Stacy-but sitting naked with Stacy's mom was driving him crazy. He shifted in his seat, aiming it in her direction.

"No, no. I can't." She told herself, shaking her head. "We need to get this game over with. Hurry and pick up your controller so we can play."

"Okay." He agreed. "But what happens if you win this time?" 

"Maybe that's it!" She exclaimed, ignoring the ball in her excitement. "You don't have any more clothes to take off, so one more loss and we'll be done."

"Maybe." He said. Her idea seemed logical, but he hoped not. The last thing he wanted was for the game to end and Mrs. Wells to put her clothes on again and never let him see her naked.

The young man redoubled his efforts in game seven, forcing himself to focus on the play, not on her breasts-real or on-screen. It was a close game, but he pulled out a victory, leaving the score at 4 games to 3.

"Player 2 select reward." Her on-screen panties glowed red.

"Darn it, Oliver." She complained. "You didn't have to do that."

"Um...sorry." A sly grin belied his apology.

She stood, hands on her hips.

"Oliver Triplett, I declare! You did that on purpose so you could see me without any clothes on. What would your mother think?!" Mrs. Wells was warming to his attentions, but still wasn't ready to accept where this might lead. The proper thing to do, she thought, was to try and escape with some of her dignity intact, at least. 

Oliver had the grace to look bashful, but that didn't stop him from staring as she pulled off her panties. To his disappointment, she did it sitting down, keeping her legs as close together as she could. All he could really see was a neatly trimmed bush of dark hair, framed by the tan lines from her bikini.

"Didn't your mother teach you it's not polite to stare?" She asked rhetorically. In truth, her insides were tingling, as if his gaze was beaming electricity deep into her abdomen. 

"I-um." Oliver mumbled.

"Satisfied?" Mrs. Wells toyed with the idea of spreading her legs for him. Just a little. The last vestiges of her modesty won a final, rearguard action, keeping her knees together for a while longer.

"Wow..." Was all he could manage, fighting the urge to jerk off to the beautiful sight.




Stacy's Mom



"You like that, huh?" Mrs. Wells purred, arching her back and posing like a model in nothing but the string of pearls around her neck. She could never have done it without the game forcing her to, but...dang, it felt good to have a man look at her like that again.

"Rewards game eight ready." The Zbox interrupted her reverie and she blushed, ashamed of how she was acting.

"Oliver?" She asked, unable to look him in the eye as she sat down.

"Ma'am?"

"After that day with the towel, did you...you know..."

"Did I what?" Oliver asked, puzzled.

"Did you think about me when you...you know."

"When I did this?" He grinned, relieved to be able to grab his erection and jerk it. "Totally. Lots of times."

"You did?" Mrs. Wells didn't know whether to be mortified or turned on, but the part of her that hadn't had a man in her bed for more than a year sure knew how to feel. It imagined him alone in his room, jerking off and calling out her name as he spurted.

"It wasn't just the towel, though." Oliver said without letting go of himself, emboldened by the way her lips were unconsciously curling into a smile.

"No?" Had he peeked at her changing? What had he seen?

"The best was when you came home from tennis without showering. I loved the way you looked all mussed and sweaty." He confessed. "I always imagined you'd look like that after you and Mr. Wells-"

"That's enough, young man." She interrupted him. Could it get any more embarrassing than that? She wondered, but she couldn't help but feel a growing warmth. It had been a long time, and Oliver was certainly attractive, and he seemed interested in her, and...she was old enough to be his mother, she told herself.

"So why haven't you and Stacy done more than kiss?" She asked, turning the subject away from herself. "I always thought you two would be a good pair."

Oliver shrugged.

"I dunno, she's not the girl for me." He looked away, suddenly bashful. 

Gaah! Did he have any idea what he was doing to her? Mrs. Wells wanted to yell at him, to tell him to stop making her so hot. If he kept going who knew where this would all end.

When she won the next game, they discovered that Oliver's socks counted as a reward, too. After all that had happened, taking them off was anti-climatic. Still, when he stood and bent down to pull them off Mrs. Wells couldn't resist his firm behind.

 She playfully cuffed him.

"Hey!" He yelled, spinning around.

"Oh!" Mrs. Wells froze, one hand covering her mouth in shock. Standing, his crotch was at her eye level and she couldn't help but stare.

"I-I-" She stuttered. "I'm so sorry, Oliver. I didn't mean-"

"You like it rough, don't you ma'am." He leered. 

"No! I-" Memories of her adventures with Johnny belied her words.

"That's okay, you can spank me anytime." He said, sinking down beside her, close enough that their hips pressed against each other. His forearm rested on her thigh, and Mrs. Wells felt her skin burn where he touched her.

"Oliver." She whispered, arching her neck in invitation. She wanted him to kiss her more than anything else in the world right now.

"Game 11 ready." The Zbox broke the spell.

"Ah-" She gasped at the sudden letdown.

Oliver bent toward her, ignoring the game, but the moment had passed and she pushed him away.

"We need to finish this before Stacy comes home." She reminded him.

Disappointed, he nodded and turned back to the TV.

This time both of their characters were nude. Mrs. Wells thought about the anonymous faces lining the stands-what would it be like to play tennis naked? She smiled at how it would shock the oh-so-proper folks at the country club. The middle-aged woman hadn't always been such a southern lady-since marrying Bobby she'd worked hard to erase her upbringing, but inside, she was the same girl that loved skinny-dipping and riding Johnny in the back of his own truck. Inspired by the thought, Mrs. Wells played tough and won yet again.

"Player 1 select reward." The Zbox announced.

"What's left?" Oliver wondered, reassured to hear they hadn't reached the Ôgame over' point.

"I don't know." Moving her cursor, she discovered that she could highlight the two halves of Oliver's naked body on-screen-upper and lower. Tempted, but unsure she could handle what it might mean, she clicked on his torso.

"What does that-"

"Player 2 will initiate foreplay." The Zbox said clinically.

"Foreplay?" Oliver wondered. "I-"

Mrs. Wells took charge, grasping his face in both hands and pulling it to her own. Their lips met in a long kiss as his arms moved across her body. Her skin tingled as he touched her, exploring her body in languorous arcs. Her nipples felt tight and hard, waiting for his touch.

"You are so beautiful, Mrs. Wells." He whispered into her neck.

"Alex. Call me Alex."

"Yes, ma'am." He gave her a boyish grin and sank lower, circling her breast with gentle movements of his lips.

"Ah-" She gasped when he took her nipples between his teeth and pulled. Not enough to hurt, just enough to send shivers through her body.

Alex clasped him close, surrendering to his attentions. It felt like his hands were everywhere at once, and her whole body responded to his touch. The pleasure from her breasts was only a bright spark amidst the slow burn that consumed her.

"Oh, dear boy." Her body moved in time with his, and she inhaled deeply, enjoying the musky manhood hiding under the pool chlorine. 

When his hand finally-finally!-found its way to the sensitive places between her legs, it was like putting a match to powder. A tremor swept through her body, like a wave of pleasure flowing outward from her abdomen. Oh, God, she had come from his first touch, she thought. Not earthshattering, but a jolt she hadn't experienced in too long. 

Eager to repay the touch she slid her hand around to-

"Game 12 ready" The mechanical voice interrupted.

"What!?" The both yelled together, sitting up. Their eyes met and they laughed.

"Forget the game." Oliver urged.

'That was lucky,' Alex thought to herself. 'five seconds earlier and I wouldn't have-' She stopped, a sudden realization dawning. Maybe it stopped because she came. How the machine could tell she didn't know, but she didn't understand how it could do any of this. 

"Game 12 ready" The Zbox repeated.

That means...that means I have to win. If I don't, then this ends as soon as he comes, and goodness knows how short that might be. Alex reasoned.

"Ooof." Oliver grunted in surprise when she pushed him away.

"We have to finish the game, Oliver. Don't worry, you'll get your chance." She reassured him. Before the game started, though, she knew what she had to do to win.

"Alright, alright." He agreed, and the two started playing. It was their tightest game yet; once to deuce, then advantage to Oliver, then a rally by Alex to wrest the advantage away from him.

"Match Point, player 1"

'Here we go.' She thought.

"Uunh!" With a Serena Williams-worthy grunt Alex thrust open her crotch as she served. Her knees spread and her rear came off the sofa, exposing herself to the boy. Just as she planned, his eyes swiveled to her crotch-not long, but just long enough. On-screen, the ball sailed untouched.

"Match to Player 1. Player 1 Select reward." Alex would have sworn she heard a satisfied note in the machine's voice. A click on Oliver's lower body and she tossed the remote away.

"Dang-" Oliver sagged back into the sofa, still not understanding what the result met. 

With a fierce smile, Alex stood between him and the TV, legs slightly spread.

"I win." She said, feeling a burning sensation where his eyes locked onto the gap between her thighs. "And now it's time for my reward."

Before Oliver could respond she knelt between his knees and looked up. The boy's eyes were wide and his breathing heavy as she took his length in her hands. 

"Have you ever done this before?" She asked. 

Oliver only nodded, preoccupied by her nakedness, and the slow caresses of her hands.

"Then you know what to do, don't you honey." She moved closer and touched his lips with hers. Alex's skin prickled, like the feeling before a thunderstorm, and the hunger in her belly grew impatient. When their lips parted Oliver leaned forward unconsciously, following the soft warmth of her mouth.

Pulling away from him, she lay spread-eagled on the plush carpet, exposing herself to his eager gaze. From her place on the ground he loomed above her as he stood, his erection seeming to go on forever. She gloried in the thought that it was hard for her. It was proof that after all these years she was still a sexy woman.

Oliver dropped to his knees above her, kissing first one freckled breast, then the other, before nuzzling her neck. He let his fingers drift across her opening, smearing her wetness across her thighs.

"That's enough, honey, I'm plenty ready already." Alex's chest heaved with excitement.

But Oliver paused, as if only now realizing what was happening.

"This is crazy." He said wonderingly. "I mean, it's awesome. You are so hot, Mrs. Wells. I've dreamed, I mean, but-"

"That's enough." Alex placed a gentle finger on this mouth. 

Oliver didn't need to be told twice, and it didn't take him long to find her entrance. Slick with her arousal, he slipped inside at once.

She bit her lip as he pushed deeper, stretching her in ways that had grown unfamiliar.

"Ohhh..." The pair exhaled in unison as he sunk to the bottom. His weight crushed her naked back against the carpet, and she arched her back to rub her crotch against his, grinding her most sensitive spots into his skin. 

Their lips met as he began to thrust. Being inside her was like moving through honey: sweet and soft and syrupy. 

"Oh, God. I'm actually doing Stacy's mom." He muttered to himself as he moved. "I can't believe this."

"Stacy doesn't know what she's missing." Her mom growled in response. She pulled his head down against hers, mashing their lips together. 

His hips sped to match their urgent kisses, heating her insides with long, fast, strokes, and her toes curled in pleasure.

For a long time they their mouths were too occupied to talk, but their bodies spoke volumes about lust and excitement. The room filled with heavy breathing and the noise of their bodies slapping together.

"Ohh...Mrs. Wells, it feels so good. I think I'm gonna-" Oliver broke the silence first, arching his back and shivering with pleasure.

"Not yet!" She pleaded. The rubber band in her abdomen was winding tight, but it wasn't quite there yet. Just a little more-

"Oh..oh..I'm gonna-" His hips pounded into hers.

"Oh, baby...keep going...keep going...yes...like that." Alex babbled, raising her hips to meet his thrusts.

Oliver felt like he was going to explode. His gut was tight, his balls were tingling, but it just. wouldn't. happen.

"Oh, God. I-I can't come..." Oliver groaned. "I'm there. I just-I can't-I-" 

"Unhh...don't stop!" Alex clung to him, fingernails leaving welts in his back. "Keep fucking me!" 

Desperate to come, Oliver accelerated, pounding her hips as fast as his hips would move. Sweat dripped off his body and mingled with hers.

"Unh...Unh...oh, Oliver...Oliver...Ohhhhh!" Alex screamed as he pushed her over the edge. Her body writhed under him, spasming as she came.

"Reward condition satisfied. Game Over. Player 1 Victory." The Zbox announced, resetting the TV the game's splash screen.

"Arghh..." Oliver groaned, still thrusting into Alex's quivering body.

"Oliver...Oliver!" She complained, rolling over hard enough that he fell off.

"But-" He protested. His erection finished the sentence, still gleaming with her wetness.

"Oliver. Listen." She put out a hand to keep him off her. "The reward ends when the winner comes. That's why it ended before when you touched me down there. And I just came again, so it ended."

"But what about me?!" He demanded.

"Don't you get it? Only the winner gets a reward." She explained. Inside, she marveled at what Bobby had sent her. This could be the greatest thing to happen to womankind since the invention of the washing machine, she thought. 

He grimaced.

"Oliver, honey. That was terrific. I mean you were amazing. I haven't felt that way in years!" She tried to mollify him.

"But can't we-" He complained.

"Look at the time, Oliver. Stacy is going to get home any minute. Can you just imagine if she saw us like this?" Alex said, retrieving her panties.

"Damn it." Oliver swore in frustration.

"What did you say?!" Alex whipped around, suddenly fierce, waving a finger at him. "Watch your language, young man, or I'll tell your mother."

"Or you'll tell her what?" Oliver riposted, emboldened by his unsatiated lust.

"I'll tell her..." She grabbed him by his still-hard erection and pulled his body against hers. When their lips separated she whispered, "I'll tell her what a wonderful young man she's raised."

Oliver's face softened. 

"Now tell me, honey." She continued, running her hand down his chest. "Do I look like you always imagined I would, all hot and sweaty? 

Oliver looked at her tenderly and felt his frustration drain away.

"Nah." He forced a grimace.

"No?" Alex's eyes widened. "No?!"

"You look way more beautiful than that." His poker face broke into a warm smile and he wrapped his arms around her. 

"Awww." She melted into his embrace. "For that, dear boy, I may even let you win next time."



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Summer Vacation



Let me tell you the story of how the Happiest Place on Earth became the Sexiest Place on Earth. 

I received a phone call from Nick telling me to drop everything I had planned for the week and to pack a bag because he and Aaron were taking me on vacation. 

"To where?" I asked curiously. 

"You'll see" was Nick's mysterious and sheepish answer. 

"I've booked you a flight to meet us here in Florida and made sure to have a few clues around as well." Was his final statement before hanging up. 

I didn't care where I was going, I was just happy to be getting away for a while. I went into my room to begin packing and it wasn't long after that I heard my doorbell. When I opened my door, a FedEx guy handed me a small box. It was from Nick and it had been postmarked from the previous day. I opened it and pulled out the note inside. It read: 

Take this and multiply its size by, oh, say a thousand times and what you'll have looks something like your first clue. 

"Okay, what the HELL does a giant golf ball have to do with this?" I mused. 

I went back into my room to finish packing and then called a cab to drive me to the airport. I checked in and made it to my gate without being pulled aside for one of those random security checks. I HATE those things! Have you ANY idea how embarrassing it is to have someone rifling through your bag when you know you've packed a box of condoms?! I silently thanked God that I wasn't one of the lucky ones pulled aside and fell into a chair. I had an hour to kill before my flight so I thought I'd take a short nap. But no sooner had I closed my eyes when someone was tapping me on the shoulder. 

"Excuse me Miss, but someone just asked me to give this to you." 

It was an envelope. I opened it and inside was another not and a picture. This note read: 

This is clue #2, you'll receive your final clue once you get to Florida. See ya soon!

I pulled out the picture. It was a lion. I laughed out loud. A giant golf ball and a lion, talk about some fucked up clues. 

My flight was finally called and as I settled in I realized that I may have forgotten to put some gum in my purse. Great! I thought. I always have to chew gum when I fly, if I don't my ears hurt so bad it feels like my whole head is about to explode. But then I thought that only happens when the pilot descends too quick so I crossed my fingers that if I didn't have any gum that the pilot would set us down nice and easy. I picked up my purse and rifled through it. YES!! one stick left! I popped it in my mouth and kicked back in my seat. 

It wasn't long after the pilot announced that we were beginning our descent into Florida. THANK GOD!! I was getting a bit cramped. WE got settled by the terminal and I was anxious to see Nick and Aaron. I walked through the airport in search of the baggage claim, my jaw nearly locking from chewing my gum like a mad woman the entire flight. As I got closer I noticed Nick and Aaron waiting for me. I smiled and waved and when I did they both reached up and put Mickey Mouse ears on their heads. I doubled over in a fit of giggles. This must be clue number three. I gave them each a hug and kiss. 

"Okay, THIS clue I get, but what the hell was up with the giant golf ball and the lion?" 

"The lion is for the Animal Kingdom and the giant golf ball is for Epcot cause I swear that thing looks like one." Aaron laughed. 

"You two are something else." I laughed. 

~~~~~ 

We all stayed in one room at the Wilderness Lodge Villas, and the first thing I did was eye up the shower in the master bedroom. Not only was it big enough for two, but instead of having the usual frosted doors, the glass was crystal clear! I looked at Nick and Aaron and laughed wickedly. 

"Okay, here's the deal, you get Aaron at the Magic Kingdom, me at the Animal Kingdom, both of us at MGM, and then both again for dinner at Epcot." Nick said. 

I grabbed Aaron's wrist. "C'mon baby boy, time's a wastin and I've got plans for you." 

Aaron had a nearly frightened look on his face as I yanked him out the door. 

After about an hour of looking around in the gift shops I jokingly gasped and said, "Gosh Aaron, do you realize that today is our UnBirthday?" 

"Oh GOD" Aaron whined, knowing exactly where I was taking him. 

I grinned evilly and grabbed his wrist again. 

~~~~ 

After about five times of spinning ourselves into oblivion on the Mad Hatter's Tea Party, we both staggered off to a bench and collapsed in a heap. Aaron tried to read his watch and laughed. 

"I'm so damn dizzy the numbers on this thing won't stop moving!" 

When he was finally able to focus he realized he'd better get me to the Animal Kingdom to meet up with Nick or I'd be late. Nick took one look at us and laughed. 

"Can't stay away from them damn tea cups can you?" 

Aaron sat down and said, "This woman can't just ride once, NO, she's gotta keep my ass on them damn things FIVE TIMES!! thank God I can sit here for a while and figure out how to keep the ground from moving." 

Nick and I left him sitting and took off on our own. We shopped, we watched the parade, and before long he was saying that we had to meet Aaron at MGM. 

~~~~~ 

We found him waiting near the entrance to the Rock-N-Roller Coaster. He high-fived Nick and said, "Are you ready for the ride of a lifetime baby?" 

I raised an eyebrow, "I don't like that look in your eye Aaron." 

I wanted to sit by Nick but Aaron insisted I sit with him. 

The damn thing took off like a bat straight out of hell, and before I could catch my breath, Aaron had deftly unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and was slipping two fingers inside of me. I looked at him wide-eyed which only made him torment me more. Behind me, despite the sound of Aerosmith blaring in my ears, I could hear Nick howling his approval, obviously knowing what was happening. I gripped the shoulder harness, this was INSANE!! The combination of the speed of the roller coaster and my approaching orgasm had me so light headed I thought for sure I was about to have a heart attack. Suddenly without warning my release hit me like a bolt of lightning and I screamed at the top of my lungs. 

At the end of the ride Aaron turned to me and said, "I told you it'd be the ride of a lifetime." 

I slid off the ride and found that my legs wouldn't move. They felt like jello. Once again Aaron and Nick high fived each other. 

"And who's idea was this?" 

"That was all me." Aaron said with a lascivious wink. 

"MY idea comes later." Nick chimed in. 

"I believe its dinner time" Aaron said looking at his watch. 

"Great, I'm starving, just one small problem, I can't get my legs to work" I pointed out. 

"Aww" Nick said while hoisting me on his back. 

~~~~~ 

We sat in the Coral Reef Restaurant looking at the fish swimming in the Living Seas just next door. 

"Having fun?" Nick asked. 

I was, but I was actually getting somewhat tired. 

I yawned. "Yes---I am" 

"Uh-uh, none of that, we're not done with you yet, you DID pack a bathing suit right?" 

~~~~ 

The clock read 2am as we walked down to the pool. I slid out of my shorts and apprehensively stepped into the water. To my surprise it was warm. I groaned, sliding further down under the water. God it felt so good! My relaxation didn't last long though. Nick picked me up and threw me backward into the water and then Aaron did the same. We ended up in a splash war and then Nick was pulling me toward the edge of the pool. Once there, Aaron moved in behind me, pushing my body into Nick's. Aaron's hands quickly undid my bathing suit top and Nick's hands quickly removed the bottoms. After being satisfied that I was completely naked, they slipped out of their trunks, and as Aaron's hands cupped my breasts, Nick slipped a finger inside of me. My head fell back against Aaron's chest as Nick finger fucked me. Just as I was nearly over the edge, Aaron kissed me hungrily and Nick slid inside of me. I gasped and kissed Aaron harder as Nick thrust his hips upward, pushing him even deeper inside of me. I began to grind against him, matching his thrusts and once again I screamed my release. I wrapped my legs tightly around Nick's waist and fell against his chest, wrapping my arms around him. 

"We're not done yet baby" he winked. 

He traded places with Aaron and everything started all over again. After all was said and done, it was Aaron who had to carry me back to the room. I was wrapped in a towel and sleeping peacefully with my head on his shoulder. 

~~~~ 

Now I have ZERO idea where that week went but before I knew it, we had to leave. Nick and Aaron told me that they had another surprise for me--they were flying back home with me. 

~~~~~ 

After the pilot had turned off the seatbelt sign, Aaron got up and headed toward the bathroom. A few seconds later, Nick stood up and took my hand. 

"You're about to join the Mile High Club baby." he said, leading me to the bathroom. 



Summer Vacation



My Son, Tim, was home for summer after his first year away at college. I was glad to have him home. As a stay at home mom the days could get quite boring. He brought with him a mountain of laundry that needed to be washed and I was busying myself with that as he slept in on his first day home. As I folded the first load of laundry I could hear the shower running and knew Tim was finally awake. 

I thought I would put Tim’s clean clothes away while he was in the shower and so entered his room carrying the laundry basket. I must not have been paying attention because once inside his room I didn’t hear the shower and Tim was standing in front of me completely naked towel drying his hair. I was a bit flustered but not too much so to notice what a good-looking man my son had grown into – and what a terrific body. I have always enjoyed looking at men’s bodies and my son was quite a specimen. Lean but well muscled. 

“Oh I’m sorry Tim, I was just going to put your clothes away.” I said. 

Tim was startled but recovered quickly and said “Hi Mom, thanks for doing my laundry, we can put them in the dresser here.” 

He stood in front of the dresser and mirror combing his hair. I was standing behind and just to the side of my son and had a perfect view of his tight rear end and, in the mirror, his large penis hanging between his legs. After finishing his hair he moved to open the top drawer of the dresser and helped me put away clothes. He seemed perfectly at ease being naked in front of me and I glanced at his impressive penis as I bent to put clothing into the drawer. Tim continued to make small talk as though nothing were out of the ordinary. 

He picked up a pair of jeans from the bed and slid them on as he faced me – no underwear; I wondered when Tim had stopped wearing underwear. Pulling them up over his hips his penis dangled from the fly. My son paused a moment like this before tucking his penis into has pants and zipping the fly. It was almost as though he was giving me the opportunity to see his penis – was my son exposing himself to me? He finished dressing and said he had some errands to run but that he would be home for lunch and we could talk some more then. After Tim left I was in a bit of a daze thinking about his body and how comfortable he had been nude in front of me. 

The next few days passed normally. Although I did find myself stealing glances at him in his tight jeans and t-shirts as I mentally pictured his naked body. Things changed the next morning when I was having a leisurely cup of coffee and reading the paper at the kitchen table as Tim came in from a run. He opened the refrigerator and got a bottle of water and sat down at the table with me and took a few sips from the bottle. 

“Well, I better go shower.” Tim informed me.

He left the room. A minute of so later I looked up from my paper to see Tim entering the kitchen naked. I could do nothing but stare as my son walked toward me with his penis swinging from side to side.

He said, “Forgot my water bottle.” as he picked it up off the table. 

He turned and walked out of the kitchen affording me a great view of his muscular butt. This time I definitely had to take care of the dampness between my legs and went to my bedroom to masturbate. I fantasized about Tim’s body and what it would be like to have sex with him. His naked body was definitely turning me on. It also made me wonder just how far he would go. How far would I go? I wondered what he would do if he caught glimpses of me naked. The more I thought about it the more the idea appealed to me. I exercise every day and look quite good for a woman approaching 40 years old. I decided I would take the opportunity to let my son see some of me as well. 

By the next morning I had a plan. When Tim came in from his run that morning I would let him see me nude. I was naked and waiting when I heard the front door open. I new Tim would walk down the hall toward his bedroom. I was already in the hall walking toward the cabinet where we keep bath towels. When he saw me he stopped short and I could see he was taking in all of my nakedness. 

“Oops, I forgot my towel.” I said with a smile.

As I pulled a towel from the shelf and covered my front with feigned modesty I turned and walked back toward my bedroom giving him an unobstructed view of my ass. 

Tim called after me “Mom, you look great!” 

“Thank you dear” was all I could say with my heart beating a mile a minute. 

As soon as I got in the shower I used my favorite setting on the handheld attachment to bring myself to a wonderful orgasm. I realized that I was thoroughly enjoying this teasing and wanted to do more. The guilt I thought might be present wasn’t – this was too exciting.

That afternoon I wanted to push the game a bit further. I suggested to Tim that we lounge by the pool and get some sun. It was a beautiful summer day and I told him he needed to work on his tan after spending so much time in classes at college. He agreed and we set up lounge chairs by the pool. 

I told him “I hope you don’t mind but I’m used to sunning topless – don’t want tan lines you know.” 

Tim replied with a grin: “That’s fine, I’ve seen your boobs before remember.” 

“Yes I do remember,” I said with a big grin. 

I unhooked my top and tossed it onto a nearby chair. Tim very openly looked my breasts over and I could feel my nipples harden. I wondered if he would notice that. I was really getting turned on now sitting here topless in front of my son. I was daydreaming about his body and wanted to see it again. I was getting bolder by the second as various scenarios ran through my naughty mind. I finally threw caution to the wind and just blurted out: “Tim, why don’t you take off you swimsuit? You have a great body and I’d like to see it again.” 

A sly smile spread across my son’s face as he responded with a shrug “Sure I’d be happy to Mom”. 

With that he lifted his hips off the lounge and slid his suit down to his ankles and kicked it on to the same chair where my top lay. Tim then stood up and slowly turned around displaying his body for me. 

With a laugh he said, “Here’s my body – only one I got.” 

“You do keep yourself in shape” was all I could muster as I feasted my eyes on his body. 

His penis dangled between his legs and I found myself wondering what my son’s cock would look like erect. He plopped himself down on his lounge again with a satisfied smile and his cock draped over his thigh. I was definitely beyond the point of no return now.

“You know you also have a very nice cock there,” I said as I stared at it. 

This had the desired effect as my son’s cock began to swell ever so slightly at first and then it began to harden, rising from his thigh until it was fully engorged pointing skyward. 

“That’s quite a hardon you have there, need any help with it?” I said in a sultry voice.

I couldn’t believe that I just asked my own son if he needed help with his erect cock. Any worries I had about offending Tim quickly vanished as he got up from the lounge and walked toward me with that wonderfully hard dick swaying in front of him. My inhibitions were completely gone now as I sat up on the edge of my lounge. Tim stopped directly in front of me presenting his erection to me. My hands found the back of his thighs and traced their way up and on to his dimpled, muscular ass. My hands moved around to the front of him and my fingers slowly traced the length of his cock. My left hand cupped and fondled his full balls as my right hand encircled his thick dick. 

I stroked the length of his shaft slowly rubbing my thumb under the head, which brought a moan from Tim. I looked up at my son as my tongue extended out and licked the head of his dick. The next stroke he thrusted a bit further into my mouth. I squeezed his shaft and tasted the drop of precum and it was my turn to moan. Tim reached down and softly hefted one of my breasts and gently pinched my nipple. 

We were in a rhythm now as I held his balls, stoked his shaft and encircled the head and shaft of his dick with my tongue and lips. I could feel him tensing and knew he would come soon. I wanted to see his cum and feel it on my skin as much as I wanted to taste it. With a loud moan the first spurt of my son’s orgasm flooded over my tongue and down my throat. I quickly pulled him from my mouth as the next spurt of cum hit my chest. One blast followed another as his warm cum splashed against my tan skin. I couldn’t believe how much cum there was. My chest was coated as I ran the head of his cock over my chest and hard nipples as he moaned louder and louder. 

Tim pulled me up from my sitting position and bent down and took my breast to his mouth running his tongue across my hard nipple. He then did the same to my other breast. He was actually licking his own cum from my nipple – a thought that very much excited me. He then stood and kissed me deeply as his tongue explored my mouth. I could taste his cum in that kiss. I could feel his once again hard cock pressing into my tummy and reached in between us. His dick was hard again and coated with cum. I slid my hand back and forth his slippery penis.

“Let’s go inside” I said, “I need you to fuck me.” And did he ever.



Summer Vacation



This past summer, my best friend and I decided to take a mini vacation to a cabin in Sedona Arizona. Going on vacation together was something we wanted to do for a long time. We were the best of friends, we did everything together, and it was like we were so close, we couldn't make a decision without the other one's input. 

The evening of our arrival we checked into our cabin, unpacked and just spent the night enjoying that fact that we had no husbands or kids for an entire weekend, it was just us, with the freedom to do anything we desired. Since we were so tired from the trip up to the cabin, we called it an early night, excited to get out the next day and enjoy the sights. 

We slept so sound that we actually woke up two hours later than we had planned; neither of us even remembered hitting the snooze button on the alarm. Since we were so pressed for time, we jumped in the shower together, I didn't even think twice about it. We had been friends for so long; I just didn't see it as a big deal since we were so late.

I had never thought of my friend, Sarah, in a sexual way. I was one hundred percent straight. I had seen her naked more than a thousand times in the last five years. But that day in the shower, seeing her completely naked, dripping wet and the soap bubbles running down every crease of her body did something to me. I hoped she hadn't noticed I was staring at her. The last thing I wanted was to make this vacation awkward. It was the first time we had a chance to get away together without the rest of our families.

I never thought I would look at another the woman the way I knew I was looking at Sarah. I don't even know how much time passed, before she caught me. She asked me if I was feeling okay because I hadn't washed up, she kept reminding me how late we were. At that moment, I didn't care if we ever left the room. 

Since I knew Sarah had had one bisexual encounter in college I thought maybe I should reach out and touch her just to see her reaction. I knew if she seemed shocked, I could just play it off as a simple misunderstanding, I was reaching for the soap or something like that. Just before I started to run my finger up her thigh, I remembered that she said her previous encounter did nothing for her, it was just a drunken experiment and it only happened once. I chose not to act on my crazy idea. I just grabbed the soap and hurriedly cleaned up so we could get out and see the sights, pushing my wild ideas to the back of my mind.

Just as I was drying off and getting the crazy idea out of my head, Sarah came up to me with a towel in her hand, she said "You still have soap on your neck, what were you thinking in there?" She wiped off the soap, and was mumbling something about me being so dazed, when she turned around, dropped her towel and asked "were you thinking about all this?" I was taken aback by her statement; she did notice me staring at her in the shower. Now I was totally freaked, when it was an idea, it was exciting, but now that it seemed to be a reality, I panicked. I tried to play it off as if she were the crazed one, but being friends so long; she knew I was hiding something. 

She left her towel on the floor where it landed, she slowly walked up to me and undid my towel, I watched it drop to the floor, and it seemed to take forever. At that moment I felt so vulnerable, there I was standing naked in front of my best friend, imagining all the places I could put my tongue on her body. Then I realized, what would I do, I had never even attempted this before, to be honest, these thoughts had never ever entered my mind.

Obviously, Sarah already knew that, she must have seen the panicked look on my face. She leaned in close, so close I could feel her breath on my neck, she said "Don't worry; I'll take care of you." She slowly moved her mouth towards mine and kissed me, ever so gently, with the softest lips I have ever felt. My mind immediately went crazy with thoughts of where she would put her lips next, but still, I was afraid of what would happen next. She gradually pulled me towards the bed and laid me back, reassuring me that it would all be okay, and that I was in good hands. 

I was so nervous, I told her we should really get going, that we were already extremely late. She said for me to not worry, we didn't really have anywhere to go, that this was her plan all along. She had been waiting to get me alone for along time and then she asked me if I was okay. I couldn't believe it, when I blurted out that I was more than okay. She smiled the biggest smile I had ever seen from her and said "Well then let's get down to business."

She straddled me, and leaned down to give me another kiss from her fabulous lips. I told her I had never done this before and she said that was all fine, all she wanted, was to show me more pleasure than I had ever felt. She said I wouldn't have to do anything except, lie back, enjoy and have the best orgasm ever.

She started by softly kissing me from my neck down to my very erect nipples. While she had me already enjoying the feel of her mouth, she slowly stared rubbing her hands all around my thighs. Touching and squeezing me in all the right spots. I could feel myself slightly raising my hips, hoping she would move her hands upwards to my waiting pussy. She sensed it perfectly, she reached for a pillow and placed it under my ass cheeks, raising my bare mound just enough to give her better access. She started softly caressing my outer lips with her experienced hands, gradually working her finger into the fold of my lips, where she happily found a nice wet spot. 

While she continued to stimulate my very wet opening with her hand, she released my nipples from her lips, and dragged them all the way down to my waiting clit. Her lips found a perfect place to be, they latched onto my clitoris like they were made for each other. When she was satisfied with the fact that my clit was taken care of she relocated her hands back up to where my breast where. Trying to make sure everything was well attended too, and everything was.



Summer Vacation



What a great way to start the vacation. When I awoke in that motel room in Alabama on our trip to Florida, my dick was about to explode as you spooned against me and rubbed your sweet ass against me. Never being one to pass up a chance to caress and fondle your gorgeous breasts, I began to pinch and twist your rock hard nipples until they stuck out like pencil erasers. At this point you whispered to me that we had to wait until we got into the house that we had rented at the beach with our friends and their kids. I guess that was a good idea since our daughter was sleeping the other bed and it wouldn't be very cool to have her wake up while we were stroking each other. At that point I responded for you to remember that thought for later that night in Florida and headed for the shower where I stroked my 8" dick until I sprayed a load of cum all over the wall of the shower.

When we arrived at our destination later that day, much to our surprise, the house that we had rented contained two private bedrooms and baths. That was perfect for us and the other couple to have some privacy from the kids that were with us. We picked the bedroom on the third floor which had a covered deck that overlooked the Gulf of Mexico.

After settling in and putting away all of the groceries for the week we shared with the others some pizza and cold beer before retiring upstairs. It had been a few weeks since I had had the opportunity to shave your sweet pussy smooth so it was an invitation that I couldn't turn down when you asked me to shear you. By the time I got the razor, shaving cream and warm water ready, my dick was already throbbing so hard that I thought it would explode.

I learned several years ago that when shaving a steaming hot pussy, it's best to go slow and gentle so as to give it an ultra smooth glow. As I proceeded to shave, I noticed that you were tweaking your nipples and had your eyes closed enjoying the feel of the warm cloth and my fingers on the juicy lips of your pussy.

Once I had you nice and smooth, it was more than I could resist so I spread your legs nice and wide and proceeded to give you a long, sensual tongue lashing with my expert tongue that has given you countless orgasms over the years. As I took you over the edge your legs tightened around my head and I thought that you were going to come completely off the bed as I gave you two crashing waves of orgasm.

By now my dick was throbbing almost uncontrollably as I slipped it into your steaming pussy and banged you until I deposited three great shots of hot cum into your pussy. As I rolled off of you and we cuddled, I couldn't help but think how lucky I was to have a wife of 26 years who still enjoyed lovemaking as much as you do.

After breakfast the next morning we did our usual stroll on the beach when in Florida and walked a couple of miles before anyone else got up. Upon our return to the house we set about making plans for the day to stay at the beach and venture into town for dinner and drinks that night.

Upon return from the evening out, most everyone was pooped from a day in the sun so the group set out heading to their respective rooms. In our group was the four adults, three teenage girls, one teenage boy and one each preteen boy and girl among the two families. We had intentionally rented a house that would allow for as much privacy for the adults as possible.

When we retired the the third floor you were already laying on the bed wearing nothing but a smile when I came out of the bathroom. As I climbed in bed, and began to stroke and rub your breasts and stomach, you whispered that you had already checked out the deck outside our room and thought that it would be perfect for a moonlit session of lovemaking. Never being one to turn down a hot woman who wants to be fucked, I followed you outside to the moonlight. As luck would have it, there were two deck chairs out there and as I sat in one you knelt in front of me and proceeded to give me one of the most fantastic blowjobs ever. As my 8" dick slid in and out of your mouth it was all I could do to maintain my concentration and not fill your mouth full of cum. Not wanting this to end too quickly I let you suck me for 10 minutes or so and then as you sat back in the other chair, I slipped my dick into your beautiful pussy and fucked you for all that I was worth until I thought that I would explode.

Just as I was about to lose it, you suggested that we change positions and fuck doggy style. That being one of my favorite positions, I pulled out and after you turned around and leaned over the rail of the deck, I proceeded to pound you from behind, feeling my balls slap your bottom with each thrust.

After another 10 minutes or so of this position, we decided to move inside and back to the kingsize bed. Upon hitting the bed, you spread your legs as wide as possible and I slammed my dick into you as hard as I could while you begged me to make you cum. After only a few strokes we both exploded into the grand finale of orgasms and collapsed into each others arms. Wow, what a night of sensual, steamy, erotic lovemaking! And just think, this is only our second night in town. I can't wait to recreate the other nights. More to come later...



Summer Vacation Act 01



It was a hot summer morning and the sky was cloud-free and empty except for the golden sun. The sun smiled upon the trees, the animals, and the people underneath its summer rays. It was the most perfect day for an outdoor activity. In fact, it was Quinn and Reina's summer outing. Actually, a couple of new friends invited them to join their summer outing. They had just moved in the neighborhood.

"It's so kind of them, inviting us to join even though we've only just met them," Reina said as she packed their camping equipment. Reina was a typical kind of girl: simple yet sweet. She loves reading books and trying out new recipes. She had long, brown hair going down until her shoulder blades. She previously had bangs, which grew longer and now jagged with style. "I'm glad we moved here, Quinn."

Quinn was Reina's boyfriend. He's almost the complete opposite of Reina. Quinn often likes to stay at home watching TV, playing console with Reina (who usually doesn't win against him) or surfing the World Wide Web. Reina, on the other hand, is outgoing—she's actually more excited going to this summer trip than Quinn. Quinn has jet-black hair cut short. Though it doesn't look like it, Quinn's a university professor.

"I'm glad you loved it, luvvy." Quinn said. He wasn't as excited as Reina that he even thought of bringing the laptop. Reina said it wasn't a good idea since there wouldn't probably be a cottage in that area and that they would probably stay outdoors most of the time. "Do you need help over there?"

Reina shook her head. She had just finished packing their camping equipment. Inside their bag were comfy clothes, some canned food and useful tools Quinn told her to bring. Quinn was carefully checking their car before they set off, inspecting everything if they're in place and fully functional. Just as he finished checking the car, Reina handed their bags and the basic equipments like the tent and the inflatable boat to him. Quinn, in turn, put them in the trunk and later, after double-checking everything, he started the engine.

Reina walked over to the front door and sat down. "Buh-bye, King," she said as she picked up a Shitzu (who she refers to as King) and kissed him on his snout, "be a good boy now, okay? Mommy and daddy will be out a couple of days. If you need food, you'll know where to get it." King was actually trained to get his food. There was a doggie pellet dispenser just beside the kitchen cabinet and it's easy access for King. Quinn, being the techie-gizmo-freak, had set-up the automated burglar alarm, just in case. This alarm would send out a signal to the nearest police station.

Meanwhile, Quinn took out his phone as it rang. "Hello? Quinn!" the voice in the other line said, "it's me Princeton!" Princeton was one of their new neighbors who planned the summer outing. He was bringing along his girlfriend, Melody, as well.

"Yeah. Right. I mean, you're right. We turn left at the crossroads," Quinn said confirming he understood Princeton's direction.

"Just make sure you don't get lost, man!" Princeton said just before he hung up.

As soon as Reina locked up the front gate of their house, she joined Quinn in the car. She gave him a peck on the cheek and held his hand. With one last look at the house, he gave Reina a kiss and shifted the gear in drive. "And we're off."

* * *

A couple of hours and stop-overs later, they reached the woodland their friend Princeton was talking about. According to him, it gets quite messy from there since the paved roads have ended and the murky paths welcome a greeting. "Princess told me to be wary of the woods," Reina said. Princess was another of their friends who will join them in their outing. It was Princess who had suggested to visit these woods for the lake at the center has a pretty sight under the moonlight. "We could get lost if we're not careful."

"Princeton said to just follow the rocky road until the road splits," Quinn said and hesitated, "then we go... right. Right."

"Are you sure?" Reina worriedly asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure, luvvy," Quinn's hand rested on Reina's in reassurance.

Later, it was beginning to get dark, not only because of the tall trees blocking the sky but also because of an unexpected formation of rain clouds, which they did not notice under the trees. Reina was tuning the car stereo as the signal became weaker while Quinn tried to steer them along the path. It wasn't as easy as it looked even though the trees around were scarce, mainly because the trees' shades and the rain clouds above where blocking the sunlight.

Suddenly, the car's rear wheels got stuck in the soft soil under them. Quinn stepped on the gas and revved the machine hoping that the soil would give in but it was useless. He got off the car to check on it and upon learning their situation, searched for a strong branch to lift the wheels out of the soft pit. Reina, who also got off the vehicle, pulled her mobile phone out of her pocket and tried to dial their friends' numbers. Unfortunately, the signal was weak in the depths of the forest.

Just when their luck's about to change, Quinn heard Reina scream. Startled, he dropped the branch he had found beneath the tall pine tree. He looked at Reina but he couldn't understand what she was saying. Afar, it looked like as if she was beckoning him to get in the car and quickly. Alas, he looked behind him and saw a bear. Hurriedly, he ran towards the car when all of a sudden, rain started to pour. The soil became muddy that Quinn slipped on his side. He got up in a second because of the rush of adrenaline and got in the car, just in time.

The bear ran after him, as it gave out a roar. Its saliva was dripping down its mouth as it followed Quinn. It seemed to be telling them that this was his territory and that they were invading it. It circled the car under the non-stopping rain and every now and then, it would rock the car with its giant paws. Inside, the temperature was as cold as outside (even if the windows were fully-shut) and unfortunately for them, their car didn't have a heater.

"Shit!" Quinn cursed, "what are we going to do then?"

"Don't worry, hun," said Reina as she held Quinn's hand. "As soon as we get a signal..." she said but soon trailed off. "Oh no! I dropped the phone outside! I'm sorry, hun" Reina cried in distress.

"No, it's alright," Quinn said as he pulled his wet shirt off of him and hugged her, "it's alright, luvvy." Quinn twisted the wet shirt on the car's floor and wiped the rain off of him. He tried to dry himself up else he would catch a cold. As hours passed by, the rain grew stronger and stronger and the grizzly bear just won't go away. Having been wet with rain, Quinn started to shiver. If only I can open the trunk and get some spare clothes, he thought to himself.

Just as the grizzly trailed away, Quinn opened the door and hurried off to the trunk. "Reina, open the trunk!" he shouted as he knocked on the car's trunk. As soon as he got his bag, the grizzly ran back at him. He hurriedly entered the passenger's side and shut the door tight.

* * *

Just as soon as Quinn was out in the rain, dirty thoughts of enjoying the unfortunate night together and keeping ourselves warm flooded my mind. Hoping he would not endanger himself, I quickly pulled up my white, wet shirt. Then, I unbuttoned my shorts and slid it down exposing my string-tied lingerie to the wilderness around us. I turned up the aircon. I didn't quite hear his first knock on the car's trunk because of the heavy drizzle of rain until I heard him shout, "Reina, open the trunk, quick!" I was busy stroking myself then when I heard his frantic knock on the trunk. Half irritated, I pulled the lever and opened the trunk. Quinn somehow managed to get one of our bags (though I'm not sure which one) and slam the trunk shut. He ran back inside just as soon as the bear noticed he was out in the rain.

Luckily, he got inside before the bear got him. Thank God.

Even though the rain cooled his body, he was panting with exhaustion and nervousness. I imagine his pants meant pleasure as I pursed my lips. He pulled the bag on top of his lap and unzipped it. "Reina, here are some extra..." Quinn said but trailed off when he glanced at me. I was kneeling on both the front seats; legs spread apart, scissor-shaped. One hand was under my panty and the other was under my bra, as I stroked and fiddled with myself. I pulled the hand stroking my cunt and licked the fingers I used. Then with my other hand, I helped myself as I leaned towards him. I licked his lips and gave him a kiss. When I felt that his lips were parting, I quickly backed away, hoping to tease him more. I could see in his eyes that he was entranced and surprised. I moved again forward, hanging onto the front-seat headrests. We exchanged saliva as I cornered him on the back seat. Our tongues were entwining with each other in a dance of love and lust. Mmm..

Quinn then pushed himself forward—our bodies in heat, on contact. When he was in reach, I fumbled towards his belt and unloosened it. I pulled down his shorts, which he continued to take off by himself as we constantly surged each other with kisses. As he caressed my body, I slid one hand under his boxer's and onto his crotch. I gently played with his balls and felt his cock stiffening. Teasingly, I gripped and stroked it. As soon as I felt Quinn's gentle caresses firming, I pulled out my hand and backed away, leaving him asking for more.

Excitedly, Quinn pulled down his underwear and charged up at me. He stepped into the front seats, letting his right and left legs extend into the footrests of the front seats. Awkwardly, he sat on the hand break and laid back sandwiched by the two front seats, while his head resting on the back seat. Luckily, his torso was as slender as mine. Carefully, he moved his hands aback and felt around for the bag. He pulled the bag under him and used it to support his weight. Nevertheless, I was still in control.

I jumped at him and attacked him with bullets of French kisses. Our arms and legs entwined with each other like coiled-up snakes. I could feel his cock push up against my panty. I was beginning to get wet inside. Sliding up his arms, my hands explored his skin. His hands then moved at my back and hurriedly untied my lingerie. As soon as he had successfully untied it, he pulled the strings sideways alternately, making my tits dance along with it. With another tug, he pulled away my bra and threw it somewhere at the back of the car. I pulled away and sat down on him—his cock springing in front of me—as he cuddled my breasts and nipples. He would move his fingers in a circular motion as he touched my breasts, or he would squeeze it gently. God, I love it.

Despite the heavy storm outside and the low temperature inside, our sweat were trickling down our bodies. I moved my hands along his body and wiped away the sweat. I pinched his nipples as he played with mine. I moved my hands downwards on his abs as I moved the mouth of my panty-covered crevice against his crotch, up and down, up and down. "Stroke me," Quinn said in a whisper. With that, I moved one hand and gripped his cock and slowly rubbed it up and down. With the other hand, I cradled one breast and played with it. I could feel the veins of his cock build up and little by little, his member was beginning to get wet. He was definitely having a great time. I knew his fantasies. I knew his inner desires. I even believe that sometimes he watches porn on the internet. Now, I'm going to give him what he likes.

Slowly, I slid both my hands up my breasts then simultaneously slid them both down my body towards my underwear's strings. With each hand, I gently pulled each string then threw it at the driver's footrest. Carefully, with one hand, I guided his cock into my cunt's watering mouth. Nnnnnhh. Oh, fuck! Even just by recalling it, I could almost feel it's real. Quinn's baseball bat—I mean, cock—felt as thick as a baseball bat's handle. I could feel his cock on the walls of my vagina as he pushed his way into me. It was so tight that it became more delightful. I sat on top of him—cock inside—and rodeoed him like a cowgirl on her bull. I could almost hear the squishy sounds our genitals made as I rode him, my breasts bouncing up and down. The tension increased as we increase or decrease our pace every now and then, helping ourselves with our desires. Mmmm Nnnhh. I was coming but I didn't want it to end there yet. "Come with me, but not yet," I told him in between moans.

I pulled away, half disappointed. I wanted more.

Quinn sat up trying to hold back the explosion as I reclined the front seats to let Quinn feel more comfortable. I crawled on him and gave him a kiss. Our tongues danced gracefully inside. He then held my hand and directed it towards his cock. He moved backward and I looked at him. I never liked blowjobs and he knew it. My eyes pleaded but his was firm. So I bent down and first, looked at it in disgust. I looked back up at him but his mind was made up. Then, I closed my eyes and little by little, licked the walls of his cock. It tasted salty. I imagined it must be the taste of my cunt. Surprisingly, I was beginning to love it. I moved my mouth over his cock and gave him a deep-throat blowjob. I moved my mouth against his cock in coordination, licking its veined walls and juicy member, as he rocked the car. He would move back away, teasingly, and I would follow him like a fish caught in bait. I never thought this would feel good.

As I bent forward, legs apart, I raised my ass against the gearshift as it vibrated back and forth, slapping my asshole every now and then. The further it slapped my hole, the further I longed for more. I could feel Quinn's penis slide against my tonsil. Little by little, I could taste the sweet semen slowly seeping out. "I couldn't hold out any longer, luvvy," he told me as he arched his body on the chair. What does it taste like? How does it feel? I wondered. I ignored him as I become drowned in my thoughts and continued to play with his cock like a lollipop. I could feel Quinn's cock tense more so I pulled away, slowly. I let the saliva I collected in my mouth drip down on his penis and into his crotch. I licked off the excess and sat back, pressed myself against the vibrating gearshift.

With my hands, I spread the mouth of my crevice open and pushed myself onto the gearshift. I could feel my whole body tremble. Sweat forming into beads and falling down like the rain. I bent down as I supported my weight with my knees on the seats. I cupped my breasts on my hands squeezed Quinn's cock in between. I moved my breasts up and down, saliva dripping down from my mouth while I moved my crotch up and down the gearshift in coordination. I beckoned him with my tongue and told him he could come now, mouth opened, anticipating the sudden gush of white, creamy fluid.

Finally, having holding it too long, Quinn excitedly ejaculated his semen. It shot into my mouth, spilling some in my face and on my breasts. I licked the semen off of my cheeks and swallowed it with the rest. I felt it slowly sliding down my throat. With my fingers, I wiped the spilt semen on my breasts and sucked it from my fingers, still moving my vagina against the vibrating motion of the gearshift.

I was half pleased and half disappointed. Pleased at the experience yet disappointed because Quinn came without me. I know I told him he could come but I wasn't expecting I wouldn't come myself. So, with that, I told him "We aren't through yet." I could tell from his reaction that he could not believe his eyes and was partly excited as well.

I lifted my crevice from the gearshift, pulled myself away, and straightened up. Closed eyes, I danced lustfully to an imaginary beat. I slid my hand into my crotch and spread the crevice with my index and ring fingers. I then pushed my middle finger into my vagina and fiddled it inside, thinking how it felt like if Quinn's tongue played inside. I then turned away from him and crept backwards towards him. As I crept, I felt his cock kiss my asshole then my cunt. I moved further back until I was face to face, again, with his 'snake'. Quinn pulled me closer until my other 'lips' were kissing his. He gave my cunt a French kiss and explored it with his tongue. In turn, I gave him another blowjob. Without telling me, he came too early, drowning my face with cum. I came later afterwards but still I felt disappointed.

I straightened up again and crawled towards his cock. Again, I turned around and with my hands, spread my ass against the gearshift. I pushed myself down as Quinn watched me in delight. Fuck! It hurts... yet it feels great. A while longer, I was riding the gearshift how I rode Quinn's cock before. Nnnnhh.

Unexpectedly, Quinn charged up at me. Head first, he dove towards my cleanly-shaved cunt. He licked the oozing juice from my cunt and swallowed it. He trailed his tongue towards my navel as I moved the gearshift in and out of my ass. Mmm. He then trailed his tongue towards my breasts and then my nipples and gently sucked at them. As I imagined it, he then moved forward, sat on the hand break and pushed his cock inside my vagina. Ahhhnnnhhh. I could feel both the gearshift vibrating up my ass and his 'baseball bat' up my cunt pushing inside alternately. I moaned through the rain but Quinn silenced me with a luscious kiss. His hands that were previously cupping my tits pulled away and gripped my butt cheeks. Gently, he pulled me away from the gearshift and carried me onto the reclined passenger seat. I hung my legs on the loops of his arms as he carried me by my butt onto the seat. He laid me down gently, still inside me and pushed himself deeper and "Deeper!" I would scream.

* * *

Meanwhile, due to the constant rain shower and the rocking inside, the car slipped down the slope. The car trailed down a path onto a leveled land farther from where they had originally been. Obviously, Reina and Quinn didn't notice this. In fact, they only imagined the car moving because of their lovemaking movements. The car stopped but the rain didn't and Quinn and Reina still continued making love.

Now, Quinn was riding Reina and Reina was desperately holding onto the other seat as Quinn drove himself into her. "Uhhh Unnnhh Nnnnnhhhh Hunnhhh I—I'm—"

They were both on the verge of coming. Quinn came into her. Reina felt pleased. So was Quinn. They crumpled and slept together at the back seat, tightly embracing each other.



Summer Vacation Begins



It was the end of a very long week as the last week before vacation always is. I arrived home and collapsed on the couch to relax for a few minutes before starting dinner. As I am often tempted to do, my fingers found their way under the edge of my skirt to the crotch of my panties, just a little touching and playing to help me relax. I leaned back, closed my eyes and thought about all the wonderful vacation time that my husband and I would have together. As I lost myself in the fantasy and got a carried away with myself, the door bell rang. 

"Damn, perfect timing" I think to myself as I get up, straighten myself out and make my way to the door. 

I open the door and there stands a courier, who hands me an envelope and tells me to open it now. He says that he has special instruction to not give me the package until I have read the contents of the envelope. Thinking this is very strange, but must be something special from my husband, I tear open the envelope and read the note it holds inside. 

I know what you have been doing since you arrived home. You have had your fingers busy with your pussy, I hope it was worth it because there will be a price to pay for it later. Remove your panties now and hand them to the courier. Tell him that you were playing with your pussy when he arrived and the proof is to be found in the wetness of the panties. Accept the package he gives you, remove the rest of your clothes and go to the couch leaving the front door open. Open the package and put on what is inside the box. Kneel on the living room floor with your ass to the door and then wait for my arrival.

My face turned a very deep, hot red as I slowly set the note aside and followed the instructions it had contained. The couriers face also turned very red as he accepted the panties I handed him and told him what I had been doing when he arrived. He then handed me the package. He had just started to turn away as I unzipped and dropped my skirt and proceeded to unbutton my blouse. He stopped and just stood there with his face red and his jaw almost to the floor. I thanked him and walked away leaving the door standing wide open. 

I have no idea how long he stood there watching me because as soon as I reached the couch, my attention was solely on the package I held in my lap. I quickly tore away the plain brown wrappings, opened the box and began to examine what it held inside. First I found a chain that had three clips; obviously one for each nipple and one for my clit. I set the box aside and put the clips in place, moaning loudly as they tightened around my sensitive nipples and clit. Next, I found a weight that was apparently to be attached to the chain of the clips. This time, the sound that escaped my lips was more of a cry as the heavy weight pulled hard on the chain stretching my nipples and my clit to almost twice their normal length. It created a sensation just on the edge between pleasure and pain. Next in the box was a vibrating egg, I noticed quickly that it must be remote because there was only a very short cord and no controller in the box. I easily slipped it into place in my already dripping pussy. Next was a set of 4 leather cuffs. Each had a large metal ring on them which I knew were to make it easy to tie me down. The inside of the cuffs were fake fur so they would not leave marks. With those snuggly in place, I reached for the last item in the box, which was a leather fur lined blind-fold that matched the cuff I now wore on my wrists and ankles. I placed it over my eyes and clumsily moved into the commanded position to wait. Every slight movement of my body sent the weight into motion, causing my nipples and clit to scream to be released and bringing me close to orgasm. I waited. 

It felt as though I had been there waiting for hours but it was probably only 10 minutes or so. With no warning what so ever, the egg deeply buried in my pussy began to vibrate hard. It must have been set to high. I jumped from the surprise which of course really sent the weight into motion. I let out a screaming moan of pleasure, pain and shock. My scream must have hidden the sounds of movement behind me. The first that I was totally aware of someone else in the room was when I felt a stinging slap on my bare, exposed ass. Several more swats and I was ready to cum hard but just before I came, the egg stopped abruptly. Now, my moan was disappointment, frustration. 

I listened hard for any movement around me but heard nothing. Again out of nowhere, came several more hard swats to my ass keeping me close to climax but not enough to put me over the edge. Then the hand gently and lovingly caressed the hot, stinging skin of my ass. It felt cool and soft. It traced a path down my crack pausing for a brief moment with a slight pressure against the opening of my anus, circled my pussy opening and my clit but did not touch them as I wanted so badly. Another moan of frustration resulted in the hand being taken away and returning with an even harder smack to my ass. This smack was so hard that I struggled to remain on all fours and then it was gone. 

The hand strokes my hair. Then it surprises me when it takes a handful and forces my head up. As I open my mouth to let out a cry, my mouth is filled with a hard cock rammed roughly and deeply inside. I am allowed a second to adjust to it before the hand tightens in my hair and forces my mouth to fuck the cock that is filling it. Fast and hard I am sucking this cock. The thought crosses my mind for just a moment that my husband must really being enjoying all of this; his cock seems larger and harder than normal, but before I can really get my mind around this thought, I hear the snap of leather and feel the sting of his belt as it connects with the already tender and burning skin of my ass. More strikes of the belt, each forcing him deeper down my throat. I feel him tense and then fill my mouth with his hot cum. I suck and lick and drink every last drop. He kisses the top of my head and pulls away from me leaving my entire body screaming for the release of an orgasm of my own. 

I feel hands on my nipples, pinching, pulling, tickling and finally releasing them from the clips. They repeat the same motions on my clit, again bringing me so close to orgasm but not allowing me that release. This time as he moves around me I hear him, shuffling, he slips a hand under my arm and helps me stand on my tired and weak legs. He leads me to the dinning room table and gently pushes me down so that my chest is pressed tightly against the cool wood. He forces my legs apart and restrains my ankles to the legs of the table. He takes one arm and I feel him attach something to the cuff on my wrist. I feel my arm pulled tight. Now the other arm is tied down in the same way. I am now bound spread eagle on the table and I am totally unable to move. I hear him walk away and as he does, the egg which is still buried deep inside me starts its tortuous vibrations again. I turn my head and bite down hard on my shoulder to prevent me from screaming out with the desire and frustration that is building to an almost intolerable level within me. I want so bad to be fucked and to be allowed to cum. The egg inside me is just enough to keep me close to climax, but not enough to push me over the top. I am left there in that suspended state of excitement for what seems to be an eternity. 

Finally I hear movement around me. Something cold is drizzled down the crack of my ass. Suddenly, I feel the head of one of my butt plugs at the opening. Steady pressure against it pushes it not so gently until it is deep inside my ass. Next, I feel the soft wood of a paddle rubbed over the hot skin of my abused butt. CRACK! The paddle is brought down hard shoving the butt plug even deeper and moving the still vibration egg inside my pussy. The paddle is sometimes gently rubbing and sometimes brought down hard against my ass. I am never quite sure which sensation I will feel next. A totally of 10 swats is rained down on me. My ass must be a very deep shade of red now. The skin is on fire. The egg is turned off again without warning and is roughly pulled from my pussy. In its place is rammed the hot, warm cock. Hard and fast the cock uses my pussy, fucking me. His hands are on my hips using them as handles to pull himself into my hungry, juicy pussy. With each stroke, his abdomen beats the plug in my ass, essentially fucking both holes at once. One of his hands finds its way to a nipple and pinches it hard; the other hand finds its way to my clit and flicks it relentlessly. 

At last, I am allowed to cum. I scream out with the ecstasy of the release as my juices pour out around his cock and down between our feet, creating a puddle on the floor. The convolutions of my pussy walls caused by the raging orgasm squeezes down hard on his cock but still he fucks my pussy. He is still working on my clit and my nipple. Seconds later, I am cumming hard again. Still, he continues. I lost count of the number of back to back orgasms I had at 5. He pulled his cock out of my pussy and I thought that I would now be allowed to relax and recover. Instead, he stuffed the egg back inside me and started it vibrating on the highest setting. He then yanked the butt plug from my ass and rammed his cock deep in its place before the opening could even close up at all. His hands returned to working on my nipple and my clit and I am brought to orgasm several more times before he finally sinks his cock as deep in my asshole as he can and fills me with his hot cum. He collapses on top of me and I must have passed out. The next thing I knew, I was waking up totally naked in my bed. My husband was gently stroking my face, whispering words of love.

"Baby, how about if we go out to dinner tonight?" He asked.

"MMMMM sounds wonderful to me"

"Ok, I have a couple of last minute things to finish up before vacation, you get ready and I'll be back in about half an hour ok?" 

As he left the room, he reached into his pocket, pulled something out and threw my panties on the bed next to me, "Thank you for an incredible afternoon Baby! You might want these back. Next time, you better ask permission before playing with your pussy!" He laughed and so did I. 

I got up and went into the bathroom to quickly clean up and get ready to go to dinner. I decided that my butt was still to tender from my spanking to wear panties or nylons and so opted for a soft, flowing dress and thigh high stockings. I freshened up my hair and my make-up and had just finished getting ready when my husband walked back into the bedroom. As I stood taking one last look in the mirror, he came up behind me, slipped his arms around my waist and tenderly kissed my neck. He whispered how much he loved me and that I looked beautiful. Then as he was stepping away, he gave me a gentle swat on the behind, it was enough to rekindle the flames of desire that I thought had to have burned themselves out for the night. Then off we went to dinner. 

I found it very hard to sit still at the table that night. I fidgeted and shifted, trying to find a position that did not cause my bottom to sting, but that was an impossible task as I'm sure my husband knew it would be. About halfway through dinner, I excused myself to go use the restroom, thinking that at least for the few minutes I was walking there and back, my butt would not be on fire. I had just made it a few feet from the table when suddenly; the egg that I had forgotten was buried deep inside my pussy started its now familiar vibrations. I stopped and looked at my husband. He had the biggest grin on his face. I continued to the restroom, though I must have looked like I was drunk or something. I'm sure that I was walking very strange. I made it to the restroom and just stood there at the sink for a few minutes. Just as a moan escaped my lips, an older woman walked in and must have thought I was nuts. I quickly returned to our table. About the same distance from the table as the vibration started, it stopped upon my return. After dinner and while we were waiting for our dessert, I found it necessary to visit the restroom again. At almost the exact same spot on the way there, the egg began to vibrate again and stopped at the same spot on my return. I never was actually able to USE the restroom (it is very hard for me to pee when I am that excited). 

As I sat down the second time, my husband slipped his hand under the skirt of my dress and asked me if I had enjoyed my trip to restroom as he flicked my clit a few times and slide a finger deep inside me. I moaned and pushed toward his finger only to have him remove it and lick my juices off it just as the waitress arrived with our check. It was hard to believe that with as many times as I had cum that afternoon, I was ready for more. Amazing what he can do to me. 

We had no more than sat down in the car when the egg began again. This time however, it was only on low, just a slight hum. My husband started the car, reached down and unfastened his pants, pulled his lovely, hard cock out and looked at me. 

"If you want to cum at some point tonight... You know what to do on the way home, right?" and without another word, he backed out of the parking stall and turned the car toward home.

Of course I knew what to do. I immediately stripped out of my clothes, got up on my knees with my bare ass in the air towards the passenger window and got busy licking, teasing, sucking, and squeezing his balls. Although we were only about 10 minutes from home, I was able to make him cum as we pulled into the driveway of our home making sure to get every single drop. I did not want to allow even one drop to soil his pants as I did not want to pay the price for that, my butt was still alive with the reminder of my earlier lesson. We sat there in the driveway necking for a few minutes as my husband slowly regained his composure. He opened the car door and stepped out. It was then I realized what he really had in mind. 

With all my clothes in hand, he stepped out of the car and went to the front door of the house. He unlocked it and went inside leaving the door wide open, but without ever looking back. There I sat in nothing but my thigh highs and my shoes, and my only choice for getting into the house was across the front yard to the door. As I tried to get my nerve up, I felt the now familiar vibrations in my pussy. I leaned back to enjoy them only to have them stop abruptly. Okay, okay, I got the point, if I wanted another orgasm I had to go into the house. 

And so, having gathered as much courage as I could, I looked around. Not seeing anyone yet knowing that someone could show up any second or be looking out their windows, I opened the car door and stepped out. I quietly closed the door and walked up the path as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. I got inside the house and shut the door. My husband grabbed my in a tight hug and kissed me deeply. Then pulling away, he looked me up and down.

"God, you are the sexiest woman in the world and I am the luckiest guy."

I laughed, "Baby, with all you do to bring me pleasure? I am the luckiest woman ever!"

He took my hand and led me to our bedroom. When we reached the bed, he very gently placed his hands on my shoulders and with the slightest pressure, indicated that I should lay back. He turned my egg on low, kissed me with a passion that most people only dream of, and stepped back. Slowly, he stripped for me while making love to me with his eyes. Then, he climbed into bed next to me and began lightly touching and stroking every part of my body. Every time I moved my hands to join the dance of the fingertips, he softly moved them up over my head. He reigned kisses and caressed my body with more love than you would imagine possible. He carefully avoided all the places that I wanted most to have him touch me. He teased and toyed with me as the egg continued to buzz away inside me increasing my passionate desire for him. 

After what seemed an eternity, he settled himself in between my thighs and started teasing me with his tongue. He licked, kissed and sucked me to countless orgasms before finally turning off and removing the egg from my dripping pussy. He slowly kissed his way up over my stomach and breasts until his mouth came to rest on mine. As our lips met, I could taste myself on them and that was enough to almost make me crazy with the need to have him inside me again. I felt the tip of his hard cock press against my pussy and I tried to shift and push to get him in me. Slower than ever before, he allowed his cock so slide in, just a little at a time until at last, he was buried deep within. He stopped and just lay there on top of me with his cock as deep as it would go. Then, he slowly withdrew until he was almost out before pushing back in almost as slowly as the first time. I have no idea how long we made love like this because for me, time stood still lost in each other. Eventually, he could not take it anymore either and with a few quick hard thrusts, we simultaneously came hard. 

Both of us totally spent, his cock still deep inside me, he put his arms around me and we rolled onto our sides. We held each other tight and murmured "I love you's" to each other. We drifted in and out of sleep for a while and each time I woke; the first thing I was aware of was that his cock was still inside me. A wiggle or two would make it instantly hard again but was not enough to wake him up. Somehow, I think that he was doing the same thing. Several times throughout the night, we both woke up at the same time and again made love, only to collapse back in the same position as before. 

When we woke up in the morning, we tossed aside the idea of "making love" and just plain fucked like wild animals before at last getting up and showering together and making our way (as naked as the day we were born) out to the kitchen to make breakfast together. What a way to start our summer vacation. This could be an incredible summer.



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Taken without Consent



It had started in primary school. A happy relationship between a boy and a girl, filled with all the normal childhood things -- a wonderful relationship at first. It was his spiky blonde hair and cheeky grin, and her pretty features and makeup, and it was the fumbling holding of hands, the giggling kisses and even, as they got older, the roaming of wayward fingers in the darkness. 

And it was the majesty of prom night, when they were both sixteen, in the clumsy dancing around a room, and it was his promising, boyish smile and her elegant, tied-back brown hair in the light of the disco balls. 

And then it was the darkness of a secluded room, and the first time that either of them had ever accepted the other fully, and then it was something else.

Whispered promises of a bright future from a boy's lips. The wondering eyes of the naked girl beside him as she listened to every word with the utmost faith. 

And then it was leaving school with no GCSEs, no qualifications, no college and no university, and sharing a tiny council estate flat with two other eighteen-year-olds, and her on the dole and he in a dead-end band that was going nowhere. The future no longer seemed bright. His cheeky, childish smile had faded and she no longer looked elegant -- rather, harassed and worried, although some of the beauty she might have had showed under the layers of tiredness. She had no life, so she drank to forget, and to live a little in her drunkenness, and he drank with her, and what little money was accumulated from his occasional illegal busking was spent away on alcohol that left them feeling worse but craving more in the bleak mornings.

He came home one day from band rehearsal to find her in tears on the couch. 

"What's wrong now?" he asked, unable to keep a trace of exasperation from his voice.

She looked up angrily, her mascara streaked around her eyes. "We have no money, in case you hadn't noticed," she spat at him.

"Get a job then," he replied tiredly, flinging himself down beside her and pressing his hand against his eyes.

"I have no FUCKING qualifications," she said through gritted teeth. "All because of you and your stupid fucking promises."

"Get a job that doesn't need qualifications then," he replied, his voice rising slightly.

"What about you, in your fucking dead-end band making shit music that no one wants to listen to?" She was yelling now, on her feet in front of him. He looked up, and opened his mouth to retort. 

Just then, though, Julie walked in. Julie and her boyfriend Tim were flatmates with the two of them and the four of them got on well, having been friends in school.

"Hope I'm not interrupting," Julie said loudly, "but I'm going down the pub and wondered if Molly was coming too?"

Molly glared at her boyfriend, then nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I am." She stormed out of the house with Julie. He waited for a moment and then grabbed his coat and chased after them. They walked down to the pub in silence, but drinks loosened tongues, and a few pints later they were talking, albeit in slurs.

"Where's Tim?" Molly asked for the third time.

"I told you, you fucking stupid cow, he's at home, in bed, ill," Julie slurred back, giggling. "Where's Nick?"

"Right here, you daft cow, getting drinks," Molly replied, indicating her boyfriend. 

"Oh yeah..."

Nick came and sat down. He'd heard what they were talking about. He leaned forwards and whispered suggestively in Molly's ear: "We should be at home as well, also in bed."

Instinctively, Molly's hand crept down to the crotch of his jeans. She could already feel it.

"Very nice," she whispered back.

A few drinks later and Nick was on his feet, unable to stand it anymore. He yanked Molly to her feet and practically dragged her home, Julie trailing behind and yelling at the top of her voice down a street of startled pedestrians: "Oh no, you two aren't gonna fuck again are you? You're SO noisy." 

They ignored her and ran to the bedroom once they were home, pausing only to slam the door shut.

"Get your clothes off," Nick said excitedly. She ripped off her black top and then her lacy bra, her large breasts tumbling out. In a second, she had ripped off her jeans and her panties, displaying a hairless vagina. He had undressed in record time, his fairly small six inches already standing to attention before her. Quickly, he rushed forwards and pinned her down, rolling on top of her. She giggled as his hands found her breasts and tweaked her nipples, tugging them until they were hard. His cock slipped between her legs and pushed against the walls of her pussy, forcing entry to the chambers within. He shoved up inside her, causing her to moan as his cock rubbed frantically against her g-spot. Her tits were at his mercy as he rubbed them and tweaked the nipples playfully.

Finally, his cock unloaded itself inside her, its creamy cum coating the walls of her pussy. She was on the pill so he could do this whenever he liked. They rolled onto their sides, his cock still in her, and he rubbed at her again, enjoying her moans. They fell to sleep with him inside her, a couple once again.

A few days later, the situation was a lot worse. They hadn't spoken for days and he was furious. He ended up shagging Julie out of spite and this caused Tim to fight him publicly -- a fight in which Nick lost spectacularly. He blamed her, and began to plot his revenge.

Not long after, he persuaded her to go to the cinema with him and a Geordie friend called Luke. Luke was huge and hairy and he stank of sweat, but he began to surreptitiously paw at her as soon as he arrived. She tried to ignore his huge, ham-like hands creeping over her ass and occasionally a thumb stroking across her nipple as she leaned over to pick something up.

At the cinema, it only got worse. Molly sat in the middle of the two men, and it wasn't long before Luke's hand crept over her tits. His paw slipped inside her top to openly rub at her breast, squeezing the nipple so hard she gasped loudly and was told to shush by a man sitting two rows behind. 

Back home, a blazing row ensued. With Luke still there, Molly screamed at Nick for allowing such a perverted friend to come near her, and he eventually got so angry that he admitted to letting Luke come over with the express purpose of 'harmlessly' feeling her up. He said it was payback for not sleeping with him, which she didn't really understand. But then Luke stepped forwards.

"I'll be taking her then," he said.

"Taking her?" replied Nick blankly. "Taking her where?"

"I thought we had an understanding," Luke said coldly. It only dawned on Molly then that Luke wasn't their age. Perhaps he was a business friend. Perhaps he wasn't a friend at all. Either way, he was at least in his late-thirties and a lot bigger and muscular than her eighteen-year-old boyfriend. Maybe Nick realized the latter at that moment as well, because he took a step back that could have been out of fright. Molly didn't care. She was too busy being afraid for herself.

"U-understanding?" Nick stuttered. "Wh-what understanding?" Molly could tell that he was being truthful. Perhaps his idiocy had prevented him from realizing exactly what Luke wanted.

"She's mine now," replied Luke, stepping forwards threateningly. "You agreed. You said I could do what I wanted with her."

"I meant tonight -- feeling her up!" Nick cried. "She isn't yours, she's mine! She's my fucking girlfriend!"

"Not anymore, son," Luke replied, and punched him. Molly watched, horrified, as Nick's slim frame twisted and landed heavily on the floor. He had been knocked out cold. 

Before she knew it, Luke grabbed hold of her arm. She struggled, but he seized a handful of her long, dark red hair and pulled her close. He held a cloth under her nose and everything went dark.

 Molly woke slowly. Her head was pounding and her eyes hurt. When she opened them, she realized that she was in a dark room. Tears ran down her cheeks as she remembered what had happened, and she went to sit up. That was when she realized.

She couldn't move.

Someone had tied her tightly. Her back was pressing against something hard and uncomfortable -- it could have been a table. She struggled violently, but the ropes attached to her wrists and ankles were cruel and chafed her bare skin and became no looser. Cold air played over her tits and she realized that she was naked.

This thought sent a surge of panic through her mind. She was tied tightly, spread-eagled nakedly on a table after being knocked out by a much older man. She was helpless. She made one last valiant effort to struggle out of the ropes, but it didn't work, and she collapsed back, panting.

Just then, a light flickered on. Forcing her head up, Molly tried to take stock of her surroundings. The first thing she noticed was a video camera, pointing between her legs. It was probably taking in her whole body -- her face included. Tears ran down her cheeks. 

She tried to turn her neck but the ropes prevented her. All she could see was the camera and her own naked body. A few seconds later, she could see nothing at all.

Someone had crept up behind her and tightly tied a blindfold around her eyes. Plunged into darkness, she opened her mouth to scream and swear, and a ball-gag was forced between her teeth. She retched emptily and tried to move, but was now completely restrained as well as silenced and blind. She managed a pathetic whimper that was muffled by the awful gag.

"Good," said a heavy voice that she recognized as Luke's. "The camera has been switched off momentarily so I can explain all this to you. You are mine now, no questions asked. Your stupid boyfriend willingly gave you to me, and you are now my property, as it should have been from the start. Women belong to men." At that last sentence, the feminist part of Molly's brain that had always given her strength willed her into struggling violently and letting out a stream of expletives that became incoherent when muffled by the gag.

"Silence!" snapped Luke. "You are mine. You will do as I say. If I see fit to remove your gag at any point, you will not swear, bite, spit, scream, speak without permission or do anything that would displease me. And you will quickly learn what I don't like." He paused. "You will, however, call me Sir or Master at all times. I will call you whatever I want to. Your body is mine, your identity is mine, your thoughts are mine. You are my slave, and everything about you belongs to me. This camera, when I turn it on, will film you but it will only see my legs. This happens because I want it to. Everything happens because I want it to -- what you want never matters. You have no safe word because I don't care if you want to stop. I can do whatever I want to my property. Like this." 

Molly's cheeks were already streaked from crying when she listened to what Luke, who was clearly insane, was saying and the implications of these things. Now, however, they became soaking wet with tears when the last two words of what he was saying were accompanied with a blinding blow of pain across her left tit. Clearly, some sort of belt had been used.

"I'm setting the camera rolling, slut," he said softly, and she heard a beeping sound. Immediately, panic flooded her system as she realized that she was completely helpless, he could do anything to her, it was all on film and there was nothing she could do about it.

Pain began to arrive all over her tits. With each blow of the belt, she attempted to arch her back and scream, but even this small method of pain release was not permitted. Explosions of agony spread through her nipples as he accompanied the painful blows with squeezing her nipples as hard as he could with his nails. Nick had never been this rough.

As he went on, however, she thought she detected wetness in her pussy and sure enough, it became so damp that she couldn't ignore it. She hated what was happening, but somehow her body was reacting to the helplessness. 

Luke had noticed it too. He laughed softly and reached down between her legs, where he rolled her swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger. More wetness flowed between her legs. He squeezed her clit lightly and then returned to her tits, where the ugly welts were now making her scream in agony against the gag. 

Finally, he stopped and untied her wrists and ankles. Roughly, he shoved her onto the floor and tied her by her leg to the leg of the table. Then, he stood in front of her and she felt something nudge at her face.

"Open up, bitch," he snarled, wrenching the spittle-covered gag from her blindfolded face. Molly quickly opened her mouth, and the head of his cock slipped inside. As he pushed against her face, she could already tell that this was much larger than Nick's had been.

"Eleven inches of meat, bitch," he said, clearly enjoying her discomfort. Eleven inches! He'd split her apart. His cock was much wider than Nick's had been, too.

"Make me enjoy this, slut!" he yelled. "You're not trying." He cuffed her painfully around the head.

Whimpering, she began to slide her tongue up and down the underside of his cock. He moaned and grabbed a fistful of her dark red hair, yanking it painfully. She licked the head of his cock and then began to slide the full thing in and out, her lips rubbing smoothly against the shaft and her tongue dragging along the underside. With her freed hands, she began to fondle his balls, terrified of what he would do if he didn't enjoy this. She played with his testicles while licking his cock, and suddenly he shoved the full eleven inches right down her throat. 

She choked. His huge monster hit the bag of her throat and her gag reflex kicked in, sending spasms through his dick. He moaned and left it there, forcing her to deepthroat until lack of oxygen almost made her sick. Black spots were blurring her vision when he finally pulled out, only to shove the whole thing back down again before she'd breathed. Warm, sticky cum streamed down her throat, and she automatically swallowed it all, wanting the cock out so that she could breathe. Finally, just when she thought that she was about to pass out, he finished up and she swallowed the last of the cum as he pulled out. Immediately, she sucked in the air and then collapsed, crying, on her side.

"Get up, bitch," he said disgustedly, dragging her back into a sitting position by her hair. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her. He forced her onto her back, so that her leg was twisted painfully, and then collapsed his full, hairy frame on top of her. His cock found the entrance to her pussy and he began to press inside, the width and length splitting her much further than Nick's ever had done. Despite herself, she began to moan and scream in a combination of pleasure, pain and hatred for what he was making her do. She tried to push him away, but her body was reacting despite her mind's displeasure, and she could feel an orgasm building in the depths of her vagina.

Luke forced the full length into her until his balls met the cheeks of her pussy. He reached a hand down and squeezed her clit, making her shiver. Then, he began to pump in and out of her, his strokes becoming faster and faster as her moans mounted to a screaming crescendo. Finally, his cock released inside her, the spurts of cum burying themselves deep in her. He pulled out just as she reached the brink of orgasm. Frantically, she reached down with her hand, trying to masturbate herself over the edge, but he slapped her hand away.

"You will not pleasure yourself," he told her angrily. Picking her up, he slammed her hard onto the painful table and retied her hands. Quickly, he moved a television over and attached the camera up to it. He hit the play button and the video of the two of them came on, serving to make her hornier. She moaned as her pussy tweaked, desperate for orgasm.

"If you cum without my permission," he told her, "I'll beat you for hours."

"M-may I cum?" she begged, forgetting all her reserve.

"You didn't call me Master," he said angrily, slapping her painful, beaten tits. "And I wasn't going to let you cum anyway. You don't have my permission."

With that, he retied her legs and replaced the gag, so that she was in the same position as before but she wasn't blindfolded. Smiling nastily, he left her to watch the video on repeat, knowing that it would keep her on the edge, but with her pussy untouched she wouldn't be able to find the release. 

"You'll stay in here for a few days," he told her. "I'll use you when I want to and feed you when I deem it necessary. You won't be out of this room for about a week. This is where I need to keep an eye on you."

He stepped out of her line of vision and she heard him leave the room and lock the door. Immediately, she began sobbing again. She missed home, she missed Nick, and she missed normality. Surely this couldn't be happening to her? But it was happening, and she lay there with a painful need for release mounting in her hairless pussy. She didn't know what was going to happen to her, but she knew for certain that Luke would never let her escape.

TO BE CONTINUED...



Terri and Becky



Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in any sexual acts if their ages are not mentioned before hand; are over 18 years of age. Enjoy.

Hi everyone

I know, I know, not a new chapter of Freedom of Flight but it will be coming as soon as possible, it is being edited as we speak. This story was a fans request from a few months ago, so mercury_qs_4 here it is. This story is a stand alone story there WILL NOT be any more chapters, please do not ask. 

Big thanks goes out to my editor, who has worked hard to get this out and to you the readers.

Have fun.

PS: This story is a retrospective story which takes place at the same time as Chapter 7 of Kiss of the Moon.

Terri and Becky: the meeting.

Terri sighed to herself as she looked out at the beautiful forest around her destination. She didn't really want to go to a mating ceremony but her elders had been insistent that she go and meet this new Alpha; they felt that she was important or would soon be. This event will only remind her that she was still alone, that she had yet to find that special someone. It wasn't that she was unattractive. Her bronze locks were cut in a shoulder length do, which was easy to maintain. Her body was long and lean with a very light tan, a testament to her highland roots and of an outdoor life style. Her features were soft with only slight definition; her eyes however, were her most intriguing feature: her right eye was green while her left was blue, with a small distinct spot of brown below the pupil. So consequently, people always stared at her eyes but she was used to it. 

She watched the manor appear on the horizon, it was teaming with people. She closed her eyes as the chatter of people's minds filled hers almost to the point of being painful; she took a deep breath and pushed it back. All Were were telepathic but they had to broadcast their mental voice in order to be heard. She, however, could hear everything all the time: every thought that passed through every person's head within a two-mile radius, the people closest to her being the loudest. It had almost sent her mad until she had learnt to push the voices away. When asked to describe her ability once, she had described her world as a turbulent ocean, the ocean being the minds of all those around her and she was in the middle of that ocean with heavy weights attached to her body, dragging her under the moment she stopped fighting against the weight of the minds against her body.

She ran her fingers through her hair when she had control over the roar in her mind. Her driver glanced back and ran his eyes over her as she crossed her jean-clad legs. She caught his look and let her eyes meet his with a glare that clearly meant for him to take his eyes off her. His eyes dropped and he quickly concentrated on his driving. He pulled over and popped the trunk as people came to get her bags and let her out of the car. 

A woman approached with a very official looking clipboard. Terri straightened her jacket and stretched while the woman waited for her to get comfortable. "Terri Fletcher." She introduced herself as she finished stretching, her accent thick but easily understood.

"I'm Anna and I'm in charge of making sure everyone is comfortable." Anna scanned the page then flicked it over. Her eyes landed on Terri's name; she had been placed in the basement with some of the other female Alphas so as not to stress out the women Roberto was bringing. "You're in room three in the basement of the manor." Anna pulled a piece of paper from the clipboard. "This is a map of the accommodations, there are some posted on the walls and don't hesitate to ask anyone with a blue arm band for assistance."

"Thank you." Terri replied as she took the piece of paper.

Anna turned to the man carrying Terri's things, "Manor basement, room three." He nodded and turned to head into the manor.

Terri started to follow him but was distracted when she saw Wolfgang trying to grab a woman who was playfully hiding behind Roberto and teasing Wolfgang. The gorgeous blonde-haired woman with sparkling blue eyes captivated Terri. 

A man walked out the front doors looking harassed. "Becky, I need your help," he called out.

"Be with you in a minute," she called back to him and side stepped away from Wolfgang.

"Wolfgang I need Becky now, leave her alone," The older man told him.

Wolfgang turned to him and shrugged his shoulders, "Come on, Bastion, we were only having a little fun."

"And I need all the spare hands I can get. Amy keeps offering to help which means that I have to keep telling her to fuck off. Becky, I need you to supervise the setting of the tables before Amy does it without my permission," Bastion said, irritation clear in his voice.

Becky nodded and went to the outdoor dining room to stop Amy. Terri heard a voice being cleared from beside her; she turned to her bag carrier.

"This way, please, Alpha." She nodded and followed him. "Dinner should be served in a little while."

She nodded again but her mind was on Becky. She wondered why that name seemed familiar to her. They moved quickly and before she knew it, they were in her room.

"Alpha... I know it's not my place... But Becky is under Amy and Wolfgang's protection." He said as he put the bags down and went to leave.

"Wait, why?" She asked.

He turned to answer her, "She was the surviving victim of the rogues..."

She nodded in understanding as she realised why Becky's name had sounded familiar. She took the key from the door as she followed him out; not bothering to lock the door, as she was sure, everything she had brought would still be there when she got back. Her stomach was making demands for food, her mind however, was still firmly on the blond beauty that had sparked her interest despite the warning she had received. 

****

Terri spotted Becky walking into a room and quickly followed her in. She was delighted at the sight that met her eyes; books lined every wall from the floor to the ceiling, free standing book shelves were set up to add more space for storing the precious tomes. She also noticed that she and Becky were not the only ones in the room, many were taking advantage of Wolfgang's hospitality, and his library was the oldest and most complete collection of Were works in the world.

Becky put the book she was holding away and turned, walking straight into Terri who was still trailing behind her. The books were amazing but secondary to her main attraction. "Forgive me, Alpha, I didn't see you there."

"Terri," she said as she offered her hand. "And that's okay; I was not paying attention to where I was going." She lied to her.

Becky's knees went weak. She was a sucker for accents and Terri's was like molasses rolling over her. It was the sexiest thing she had ever heard a velvety roughness that had heat pooling in her nether region.

"So is this Wolfgang's famous library?" Terri asked, attempting conversation.

Becky shook her head slowly, trying to get her mind around the fogginess Terri's voice was wrapping around her mind. "No... this is the lesser library. The Greater library is to my knowledge off limits as it is Wolfgang's office." She watched disappointment flash across Terri's face. She felt a slight tug at the look of disappointment that flashed across Terri's face and felt a tug in her heart. She suddenly didn't want to see that look again on Terri's face but she didn't understand why. She was not the first to ask if this was the famous library nor the first to be disappointed when they learnt this wasn't it. However, for some reason, Terri's disappointment was more acute to her than anyone else's was. "If you like, I can get you any book you like from the greater library." She quickly offered to wipe the disappointed look from Terri's face, which it really did.

Terri was intrigued, "I don't know the name of the author. It's a scroll, about a thousand years old. It's the early history of my own pack."

Becky stared off into space for a moment, her mind gently searching out Amy's.

I'm in the library, Becky.

Can I bring someone to pick your brains?

Of course.

Becky came back to herself and smiled shyly at Terri, "This way."

Terri followed, her eyes feasted on the beauty before her. Her imagination was in full swing, visualizing being in hybrid form, her claws digging into Becky's rear as she ate her out from behind, her long flexible tongue reaching deep inside her to taste her nectar from the source.

Becky tripped as a vision filled her mind. It was hazy but it involved her being pressed to a large bed with Terri pressing her down, growling a warning and flashing a row of sharp teeth before burying into Becky's neck; blood oozed from between Terri's lips and her skin. She blinked as she came back to herself, finding that Terri's arms were around her and had kept her from falling.

When Becky was stable, she pushed out of Terri's arms immediately and glanced to Terri, slightly frightened. She took several steps to put distance between them. She was still very new to this world and didn't understand what she had seen. Until she did, she would be cautious with this sexy Alpha, and yet... the vision didn't seem to feel wrong... which was strange since she was obviously being hurt in it!

"Is something wrong?" Terri asked, trying to bridge the gap between them. She had seen fear then wariness flash through her eyes. Becky still maintained the distance between them.

"Nothing." She turned and walked off quickly. Terri followed just as quickly and ducked into a room after Becky, not wanting to let her get away from her.

Terri paused, suddenly uncertain as realisation came. She was in a room, unattended, with Wolfgang's intended mate. She knew that if he caught her here with Amy before he took her as his mate, she could end up badly hurt or dead. Amy glanced up and smiled at Becky. 

"So who wants to pick my brain?" Amy asked.

"This Alpha would like to look at a scroll." Becky stepped aside as Terri started to back out of the room. If her scent was nowhere near Amy, she should be safe.

Amy chuckled and glanced off, understanding Terri's behaviour while Becky watched Terri oddly. Sienna walked in a moment later and collapsed into a chair looking totally bored. "It's okay now," Amy told Terri as she marked her place and closed her book before turning her attention to Terri. 

Terri stepped around Becky; Amy watched as Becky contained her wince and moved slowly to regain the space she wanted. None of the concern Amy felt for Becky's behaviour towards Terri showed in her friendly smile.

"I'm Terri Fletcher." Terri tried to listen to Amy's mind for, like Amy, she had seen Becky wince at her proximity and wanted to know what Amy thought of it. Her mind sought out Amy's but came to a blank spot where Amy's mind should have been, as if there was nothing there.

Because I am protected from mind readers. Amy's voice told her.

I didn't do anything to her. She just freaked out on the way here. Terri defended herself quickly and felt a little embarrassed at being caught snooping as she wasn't like that. She quickly replayed what had happened in her mind to show that she had done nothing to provoke such a reaction. She also wanted to show Amy that she did respect people's privacy, that she didn't normally go around invading minds and that she hadn't probed Becky's thoughts to find out why.

You may not have done anything at that time but you will. Becky is a seer; probably something she saw about you spooked her. You realise that she is new to this life so she may have seen something completely innocent but as she doesn't understand it, she may have misunderstood. I'll look into it. Amy reassured her.

Please, I'm really intrigued by her... and not in just the physical way. Terri added.

Amy smiled, their mental communication taking only moments from when Terri introduced herself. "Nice to meet you Terri, what do you want to see?"

"There's this scroll about a thousand years old about my clan and I was wondering if you have it." Terri asked, taking Amy's cue and pretending that nothing more had passed between them besides a simple introduction. She now turned to what had brought her here to begin with, and tried not to get her hopes up, as there was no guarantee the scroll would be here.

"Sadly about twenty years ago, all the scrolls were handed over to the Ancients to preserve them. However, that was after they were all transferred to books." Amy stood and walked over to a shelf. She grabbed the index book and flicked through the pages for several minutes until she found the entry she was after. She put the index back and ran her fingers over the spines, stopping on the leather bound volume she sought. In a moment, she had it out and was flicking through the pages. She stopped on the page she was looking for and handed the book to Terri.

"If you want, I can get someone to get you a copy of this." Amy told her.

"Please," her hands trembled slightly as she took the book from Amy. This was truly the best trip she had ever made; the history this scroll contained could help explain how her pack came to be. "May I take this back to my room?"

Amy nodded, "But don't try to remove it from the manor, all the books are spelled against it." Terri nodded and left the room, determined not to look at Becky and add to the woman's fear of her. Amy waited until Terri was well and truly gone, "Okay, spill. Why did you flinch away from Terri?" She flopped down into the worn leather chair she loved.

Becky sat in Amy's lap and wrapped her arms around her friend, "I had a vision." 

"Show me." She demanded gently.

Becky opened her mind, letting the vision come forward. She was being pressed to a large bed with Terri pressing her down, growling a warning and flashing a row of sharp teeth before burying into Becky's neck, blood oozed from between Terri's lips and her skin. 

Becky quivered beneath Amy but Amy chuckled. Becky hit her, "What's so funny?" She demanded angrily.

Amy sobered quickly but the smirk couldn't be wiped from her face. "Becky... what you saw was nothing... trust me." 

"Nothing??? She was biting me." Becky complained.

Sienna smirked and snorted, trying not to laugh at Becky's naivety, she was new to this life and wouldn't know that biting someone, unless in defence or attack, was a good thing.

"Sienna, out." Amy ordered. Sienna stumbled out of her chair and from the room, glad to be away from this particular conversation. Amy wrapped her arms comfortably around her friend. "Becky... I can smell you, and I'm pretty sure that if you had let Terri get close enough to smell you, you wouldn't be here, you would be in her room on her bed living that vision."

Becky went still in surprise, finally understanding that she had a vision of her and Terri making love.

"No... you weren't merely making love, you were mating." Amy told her gently.

"I don't want a mate." Becky argued and tried to get free of Amy's arms.

"I know you're healing, I know you're afraid, but if you try to fight this it will not only hurt you but her as well. Your body and your wolf recognised her and theirs, just as she recognised you."

"I..."

"Give her a chance." Amy tried to persuade her.

"I'll think about it." Becky conceded.

At this point, Anna walked into the room, "You should be having a nap, getting ready for tonight," she reprimanded her Alpha gently. Amy rolled her eyes and nudged Becky to get her to release her. Becky sighed and untangled herself from Amy.

"Okay, okay I'm going." She walked to the door and paused. "Think about what we talked about." She reminded Becky before she left the room.

****

Becky walked around, picking things up. Almost all of the Alpha's had gone to the first coupling so it gave her and others like her a chance to clean and tidy and get ready for the next day. Once she was done in the rooms she had been assigned she went back to the kitchen. It was still a hive of activity as people prepared for the next day.

"Where can I help?" she asked one of the women supervising the cleaning and peeling of potatoes.

"The bread needs to be knocked down and put into tins for the final rise before the bake." She told Becky. Becky nodded and went to the massive stainless steel bench two people were already hard at work knocking back the dough. She rolled up her sleeves and got to work. She loved how people here treated her, as if she was one of them. To them, it didn't matter she had been turned by force. She was Were and they accepted her, welcomed her into their world with open arms and hearts.

She laughed and joked with the people around her as she knuckled down and worked on a large section of dough. She lost track of the time in the repetitive movements. She didn't notice the merry workers quieten as another joined her at the table to help knock down another batch of dough as others cut the dough to put it into tins.

Becky reached her hand for some more flour but collided with another. She jerked her hand back and went to apologise, her eyes meeting Terri's in shock. Terri smirked and grabbed some flour.

"I love knocking down dough," She told Becky as she tossed flour onto the dough. "It reminds me of my ma and walking into the kitchen early in the morn, her standing shoeless in the kitchen with a smear of flour across her cheek, of playing toss the dough as my pa tried unsuccessfully to catch us." Terri paused; pain laced though her. Even thinking of the happy times she remembered were becoming harder, "They're the fondest memories I have of my parents before they were killed in a raid."

Terri remembered that day vividly, it was close to a hundred years ago before the boarder disputes were put aside for peace. She was six when her parents, the Alpha's of the Fletcher pack, were killed trying to keep an entire pack of enforcers from killing retreating women and children. They had managed to hold the intruding enforcers back long enough to protect the weakest members of their pack but it had cost them their lives.

The pack had grieved deeply for the loss of their alphas but they had rallied around their daughter, helping her to get over her parents deaths and have as normal a life as they could give her. The pack had remained Alpha-less, although not without some form of leadership. Her father's second took care of the running of the pack but he was not Alpha. The pack had waited, even going as far as to run off those who tried to takeover. The lore was as old as their tartan: only a direct descendant of the Alpha could be Alpha over the Fletcher pack. They waited for her, for her to become the Alpha and Alpha she had become shortly after her nineteenth birthday.

Becky felt the emotions coursing through the woman beside her, and knew the death of her parents still affected her deeply. Terri turned her attention to the dough before her and started to need it again. Becky grabbed some flour and tossed it on the dough she was working on.

"So why aren't you out with the other Alphas?" Becky asked curious.

Terri smirked, "My elders were curious about Amy, they encouraged me to come, I went... I saw and I'll taste another night. You should have seen the line that formed. I wouldn't be surprised if they are still lined up and waiting for a taste."

Becky scooped up the dough she had been working on and handed it off to someone else as another bowl was emptied in her spot. Bastion had guessed that each alpha would eat about two loaves of bread a day so he had decided to make almost nine hundred loaves a day. Bakers would wake and start the baking at around three in the morning. Anything they didn't use would go out to the teams that were guarding the manor and would feed the people who worked the kitchens.




Terri and Becky



"This is the last one, Becky." Anna told her.

Becky nodded her head to two of the women Roberto had brought; they were helping to peel a mountain of potatoes. "How are they doing?"

"Good. Maria, I think, offered her and the other one's service. I didn't want to turn them away so I put them with Kim peeling." Anna frowned. She hadn't really wanted them to help her. She would have been content just letting them sleep and rest but without orders that told her they couldn't help, she was tied.

"I'll talk to Amy. It might be best they do small things and stay in the kitchen since they don't seem to mind Bastion and he is the only man brave enough to enter here." 

Gillian walked in and pouted as he had heard her comment, "hey, what does that make me?"

"I said brave not stupid." Becky teased which a roar of laughter responded from everyone in the room. Gillian rolled his eyes and left the teasing laughter.

Anna smirked and chuckled. It took her a moment to collect herself to nod in agreement with what Becky had said. The roasting ovens were outside and that was where the few men worked, tending to the massive joints of meat and chickens that were roasted for the midday and evening meals. "I'll talk to Bastion."

Becky nodded and set to work on the last batch of dough, the muscles in her back were protesting but she ignored them as she worked, beating the air from the dough. 

Terri leant over, her warm breath brushed against Becky's cheek, moving stray locks which had fallen free of her ponytail. "What's going on?"

Becky tingled at the warm breath against her skin; she turned as she felt fingers brush aside some stray locks. She stalled but Terri's waiting face prompted an answer. "Roberto brought four women from that pack which was dissolved. They haven't been able to integrate into his pack. He thought getting them away from all that would help."

Terri nodded and stepped aside to let the waiting person get the dough she had kneaded. "Do you think they will let me do this again?"

Becky nodded, "They won't mind. By now, they should be getting used to Amy doing whatever she likes even if it means seeing her on her hands and knees scrubbing out her bathroom."

Several chuckled and nudged a woman who went red. She had told Amy off yesterday for doing just that until Amy told her to fuck off and that this was her bathroom and she could do damn well what she pleased in it. It had been the first time she met her Alpha. She had gone in to get clothes to wash and saw her Alpha scrubbing the bath, who had told her off before she could stop herself... talk about an icebreaker!

Bastion approached, "Alpha... the talks start early."

Terri nodded and left the room to call it a night.

****

Terri walked into the outdoor dining hall noticing that almost everyone was up. The only person she couldn't see was the woman everyone had come to see. Terri sat in her chair and waited. She turned to Engel who was an English Alpha she had known for many years and inquired, "What's happening?"

"It seems Amy needs some rest..." Everyone at the table who heard that comment chuckled. After last night's display, they weren't surprised. Engel cleared his throat and everyone went silent for him to continue, "The talks have been held back until after lunch to give her time."

"I personally am happy," Dayita slid in; she was an Alpha from India. She, like Terri, was one of three dozen dominant female Alphas but she and Terri had a closer friendship than most as they shared one more common trait: both were gay, although Terri didn't have to hide this as she did. Her pride stood with her not caring that she was gay but the outside world of India was not as accepting. She had a false husband along with her mate who had to pretend to be her cousin. She, however, hoped that one day she could drop all the lies and live as the gods had created her with the woman she loved by her side. "I want a look at some of the books in the grand library."

Kade snorted, "What is it with everyone wanting to lock themselves in a library? It's all anyone can talk about, library this and library that." he complained, his Irish accent danced with annoyed humour. "We came to talk, not read."

"Have you seen Wolfgang's library?" Kai demanded, he was Engel's neighbour but he didn't call himself English. In fact, if anyone did, it would cause a brawl; he was Welsh, not English.

Ari smirked and glanced at the woman who served Terri, "Why read... when the women here are mighty fine?" He watched as Becky approached with coffee pot to fill cups. She leant over Terri to fill the cups on the table. "Hi, sweetness," he leered.

Terri tensed; Dayita, Kai and Engel were the only ones to notice. Dayita gave Ari a warning look to back off. If it came to a fight, the Icelandic man would loose badly. He didn't notice and moved his cup forward, forcing Becky to move closer to him to fill it. As she moved and leant over him to get his mug, he ran his free hand up the back of her thigh to cup her backside.

No one expected Becky's reaction; Engel and Dayita were waiting for Terri to go nuts, instead Becky stood up straight and smashed the hot glass pot of coffee into his face and sending him backwards over his chair and onto the ground.

Becky stood still in shock about her reaction. Others, however, cracked up laughing. 

Kade leant over the stunned and bleeding Ari and smiled as he took a photo with his phone, "now you get to explain to Svana what happened to your face and I hope she pummels you." he sent the image to Ari's wife. Kade's wife and Ari's had gone to school together and were close friends which means that Kade had to become friends with Svana before he could get anywhere near his now wife Ailie, a friendship that was still strong today.

Terri watched Becky in surprise but also a little pleased with what she had done and what she had prevented, as she would have killed Ari, not merely maim him. Bastion joined them with Wolfgang to see what the commotion was and to see what they could do to keep the fight from escalating. Wolfgang promptly wrapped an arm around Becky and walked her away from the mess, he knew if he didn't leave with her now, Ari could end up dead and that was the last thing they needed at this moment. Besides, Becky needed comfort and as Amy was still out cold, he would do his best. Bastion grabbed the front of Ari's shirt and hauled him to his feet. 

Ari's head spun as blood ran down his face, shards of glass had embedded deeply into his face, hot burn marks from the hot coffee ran down his face and neck. Bastion lifted him a little higher, taking his feet off the ground and growled. "Leave her alone. You're lucky Amy didn't see that and that Wolfgang has sense or you would be dead right now."

"Bastion..." Nathanael walked forward. "I think he learnt his lesson."

Bastion put Ari back on his feet reluctantly.

"Can you walk?" Nathanael asked, not really caring if he could, but he is the pack doctor and had to at least pretend to care about the fool. Ari nodded. "Follow me and I'll see what I can do." Nathanael walked off and Ari quickly followed stumbling a few times as he wove around the tables.

Dayita smiled at Terri as she dug into her breakfast. "So... you've finally found her?"

Terri stopped eating and glanced up at her, then around the people remaining at the table. Kade smirked, "and here I thought Roberto would find his mate before you."

Terri hit him. "I am not that bad."

Engel snorted, "Is there a woman in your pack you haven't lured into your bed."

Terri stood and grabbed her plate, "Several actually." She went to storm off. She wasn't in the mood for Engel's teasing, not when she knew he was right, that she was almost as big a womaniser as Roberto was. That she had finally found who she was looking for and that she could do nothing but sit back and wait until her intended was ready for this life was... frustrating, to say the least.

Kai grabbed her wrist to still her; he was one of the few Alphas, like Terri, who was without a mate. "But she is different. She is the one who completes you. My mother told me that when you find that one, you grab hold of them and never let them go."

Terri's shoulders slumped, "I can't... she is the reason we met Amy."

They didn't need more of an explanation they knew what had lead them all to coming here to meet Amy and they knew why Terri couldn't just take Becky. Their world was too new her and subjecting her to another drastic change wouldn't be fair on her. Dayita sighed, "So that explains her reaction."

Kai frowned as Terri sat back down, "Does anyone know who that is?" He pointed to Rhiannon, "She looks familiar but I can't put my finger on it."

Kade smiled and leant forward, he loved to gossip and had asked a few discrete questions about the gorgeous woman who they knew was not an Alpha, "Rumour has it... she's Ancient."

Kai groaned, "Not an Ancient... they're so damn annoying." Everyone chuckled but silently wondered what was going on, something big if it involved the Ancients, they assumed.

*

Terri walked with everyone to an amphitheatre; everyone sensed that something important was going to happen, something that may well change the world, as they knew it. They took their seats and waited. Their chatter was loud as this was the first complete gathering of Alphas in their entire histories. Everyone went silent as Amy walked up to the raised dais.

"So tell us why the Ancients are involving themselves in our packs and prides," A man with an Australian accent asked. Terri jerked her head to see who had spoken, he was honey brown in colour but that told her nothing of who he was.

"I didn't know when I was involving myself with Wolfgang that I was adopted, or that I was part Ancient," Amy explained. There was murmur from that, Amy was Ancient or at least part Ancient confirmed the feelings they were having, Ancients instigated change.

"Doesn't explain her," The same Australian commented, getting nods of agreement from those around him.

"I'm her mother," Rhiannon told him.

He turned to Rhiannon, he prided himself in being prepared and the moment he got the notice he had googled Amy to learn about her and he knew who Amy called mother was not Rhiannon, "You forfeited your parental rights the moment Amy was put up for adoption." 

Amy stepped forward to keep the focus on her and away from Rhiannon for now, "No she didn't... technically I haven't been born yet." 

Everyone turned to Amy, contemplating whether their newest member of the Alphas was insane but since she was part Ancient, they dismissed the thought since all Ancients were a little insane, curse of the fates they called it. The curse of holding a world's path in the palm of your hand and seeing every outcome; trying to choose the path that lead to the goal they wanted to achieve. 

"I won't be born for another 900 years," Amy paused, "When I first found that out I wondered why I was brought back to live through this time. I still don't quite understand but I have a feeling I was brought back to this time to grow up not knowing my heritage for a reason. A reason I learnt of a little under two weeks ago. Wolfgang calls it a worst case scenario, I call it a blood bath," she paused again. 

No one spoke; no one dared to. They just waited for Amy to go on, knowing what the worst-case scenario was. It was why they were so careful around humans, never wanting to inflame racial hate that would cause, as Amy named it, a blood bath of human death. They knew what would happen if humans were to be wiped out. They would loose some of their genetic diversity, in a way they would loose themselves, reverting to their more animal instincts, and no one wanted that.

"I experienced what Rhiannon told me was a time hop. I hopped four months forward from this day but by that date, it is far too late to stop the war, to stop the loss of lives on both sides, but we win and they loose," Amy told them, "That's why Rhiannon is here, that is why The President is here. To stop this..."

"How much did you learn of the events leading up to it?" Shia asked, curious as to Amy's abilities. 

"Not only did I pick Wolfgang's mind, I picked Bob's," Amy told them.

"Okay, what do we need to do?" Dayita called out.

"What we need to do is to come out and show the world who we are." Amy answered, knowing that soon there was going to be strong oppositions blasting her way.

People jumped to their feet in denial while others just waited, wanting to here Amy's plan and judge it for themselves before committing themselves to a plan of action.

Terri was oblivious to the roar of minds and voices; the world was going to shit and there were no guarantees in life. However, Becky was hers, and if the world was going to hell, she would be damned if she left it without claiming her mate first.

****

Terri managed to track down Becky in the lesser library that night while most were out tasting Amy and Wolfgang and enjoying their own romps. Becky was reading quietly in a tall-backed leather chair; where a good dozen other Alpha's were in the room doing their own research or simply sitting back enjoying a good book.

Terri gave Becky no chance to back off or try to get away; she pulled the book out of Becky's hands sliding the bookmark in place and placed it on the side table. Becky gave her a confused look as Terri placed one hand on each of the armrests effectively trapping her in her chair. She leant in and took a deep breath, letting Becky's scent fill her nose. Her beast rose up in her mind wanting to claim what was hers; Terri forced her back and leant in to kiss her before she lost control. Becky tried to avoid the kiss but Terri's lips seemed to find hers no matter what she did. 

Becky managed to squirm free, slipping out between Terri's legs. She stumbled to her feet and went to flee but Terri caught her arm and pulled her back to her. Becky went to back away but suddenly her back met with a bookshelf. Terri was quick to take advantage of this and trapped Becky against the shelves with her body. She leant in and kissed Becky's jaw noticing that Becky was stunned, then moved to smell her hair, letting a little shiver of delight course through her body.

She leant in to smell Becky's neck, growling gently as she could smell Becky's arousal. "Why fight it?" She asked gently before skimming her lips over Becky's throat.

Becky gasped and panted, her wolf; a creature she was still getting used to quivered in delight, urging her human to take this woman, to make her theirs. "I... I..."

Terri smirked, she could hear the battle going on inside Becky's head she felt no guilt at probing her thoughts; she just wanted to know everything that went through her mate's head. She moved her lips to the hollow beneath Becky's ear, pressing her body enticingly to Becky's. The battle wavered more in Terri's favour. "Don't fight what is meant to be," she whispered into Becky's ear before letting her tongue out to trace the whorl, paying attention to the sensitive underside.

She shifted slightly, sliding her muscled thigh between Becky's legs and pressing up against her core. Becky gasped as she felt Terri's hand slide under her shirt, her resistance vanished; she wanted this woman more than she wanted to breathe and live.

Several alphas stopped what they were doing to watch while others quickly finished what they were reading to watch.

"Let me taste you." Terri whispered, her breath blowing into Becky's ear... making her shiver with desire.

Becky nodded, almost numb to anything but the desire to have this woman do what ever she wanted with her body. Terri dropped to her knees before Becky and attacked the belt and jeans, opening them and pushing them down the thighs they encased to her ankles. Terri pressed her face into the lace covered delta and inhaled, her mind swam, mad with desire. Her fingers hooked into the elastic and tugged, tearing it from her body.

The room around them didn't matter, the growing number of people watching didn't matter either. All that mattered was them. Terri groaned as she inhaled the uncontaminated scent of her mate. She couldn't wait any longer and pressed her lips to the object of her desire, her tongue snaked out and buried into the fold of her sex. She groaned as the first taste of her mate exploded onto her tongue, it was the smoothest, sweetest thing she that had ever tasted.

Becky's fingers buried into her hair and opened her legs wider, ignoring the sharp edges of the shelves digging into her back. She groaned as Terri grabbed hold of the shelf beneath Becky's behind to support her as she explored her sex.

Becky nearly bucked Terri off her when she felt a long powerful tongue enter her. Terri had shifted her tongue into that of a wolf and was using the long rough texture to fuck her with it. After a few long minutes of twisting and probing the inner secrets of her mate, Terri let her tongue return to normal and turned her attention to the little bud of pleasure which would make Becky sing for her.

"Fuck..." Becky cursed as her body tightened, moments from exploding. Terri growled as a new wave of desire ran down her throat. Becky's grip on her hair grew painful but she kept pushing her onwards towards her climax. Becky's back arched as she called out Terri's name as her orgasm rolled through her body.

Terri drank in her release, careful not to over-stimulate her, wanting Becky to collapse in a sated mess on her bed with her between her thighs. Terri pulled away and licked her face with a big smile. Becky panted while staring at the ceiling for a moment before turning to the woman beneath her. She stretched her fingers, releasing the death grip she had on Terri's hair. She couldn't remember a time she had come so hard or so quickly before, nor was she tired either. In fact, she hungered for more, much more.

Terri removed her hands that were supporting Becky and stood up to kiss Becky with all the passion she could summon, which wasn't hard considering she had yet to find her own release. Becky groaned and slid her hands into Terri's shirt, tasting herself in Terri's mouth. Terri pulled away and scooped Becky onto her shoulder.

"Ow... and you were just getting to the good parts." One of the watchers complained with several agreeing with him but wouldn't dare try to stop them from going. There was something about the way Terri acted, as if she was claiming a mate and not merely having a good sexual experience. The first claiming of a mate was usually a personal thing, normally done in a locked room or remote den so that they could explore each other without interruption and to try to stop that was a very dangerous thing. Instincts were involved and the instinct to claim, that which was theirs, was powerful. It could even cause fights, more so if someone tried to stop an Alpha.

Terri carried Becky easily into her room and dumped her on the queen-sized bed, and doubled back as she raced to the door and locked it before turning back to her. She reached the bed in a few urgent strides and tore Becky out of her shirt and bra in record time then quickly took care of her jeans and shoes. She stood and admired the sight she made on her bed; her eyes took in the angry red scars that were still healing. Fury ate at her that someone had dared to hurt her woman. Becky, sensing the bubbling of anger, quickly pushed herself up and started to attack the clothes Terri wore. Not only to distract her, she wanted to see the body of the goddess before her and she was not disappointed.

"Lay down, I want to taste you." She ordered but Terri complied instantly. Becky started out slowly, stroking the body, which promised to give her great pleasure, her lips soon started to follow her hands in a journey of discovery. She wanted to know everything, which made the woman beneath her hot and begging. Terri wrapped her arms around her lover and pulled her up, as she wanted to kiss the luscious lips, which were teasing her body.




Terri and Becky



Becky ran a hand down her body as their tongues duelled and their breasts rubbed against each other. Her questing fingers found what they were looking for and slid into the folds of her weeping sex. Terri groaned as Becky slid two fingers within her and started to thrust, using her thumb to grind against her clit.

Becky broke the kiss and started to travel down her body with only one objective in mind. Terri didn't stop her. In fact, she opened her legs wider to give her mate all the access she needed. Becky inhaled, and then attacked the weeping desire with her tongue, groaning as she moved her attention to the proud bud, sucking, licking and biting it while her fingers explored the inner walls of her lover as she thrust them in and out.

Terri tensed as her orgasm was suddenly upon her. Becky shifted, putting her mouth over her core and her fingers strumming the wanting bud. "BECKY." Terri shouted as her world dissolved into a quivering pleasurable mess. Becky groaned as squirt upon squirt of Terri's juices shot into her mouth and went down the back of her throat. She compared the taste of her lover to chocolate: sweet and luxuriant, and totally addictive. Her tongue snaked out to lick up every drop of her essence, not wanting any to go to waste. 

She pulled away reluctantly. If she had a choice, she would never leave the junction of her lover's thighs. However, she had other things in mind as she crawled up Terri's body and kissed her, both groaning aloud as the kiss quickly heated their bodies again; for after all... the night is still young and they still had a lot of exploring to do. Becky started to grind herself against Terri's hip, needing release.

Becky broke the kiss, "Please... say you have something..."

Terri rolled Becky over and kissed her throat. She knew what the something was that Becky wanted; she had several such "something" in her bag, none of which she had known were there until she had started to unpack. She had promised herself to hurt Eva for packing them but now she would owe her for life. One such "something" had nearly made her furious, as who would bring a mating device to a mating, it was her surrogate given to her when she became Alpha since everyone already knew she was gay by this time. A surrogate was a magical device, which was used by gay females to mate correctly in accordance with the laws of their species, in Terri's case it acted like a male wolf penis. She had never used it as once it was used, it would only work for the person she had mated to: it was for couples, not for regular, casual sex. 

She wanted to use it now, to tie Becky to her and bite her as her juice was shot into her, but she would give Becky a choice. "I have several, but first we have to talk."

"Fuck now... talk later." Becky tried to jump her but Terri held her down even though her wolf was all for the idea.

"You are new to this world so let me explain first, I'm going to give you two choices, the first is normal strap on sex."

"Yes, please." She whispered seductively, with invitation in her eyes.

Terri almost groaned but she reminded herself that she had to remain focused, "the second is I take you as my mate." She waited, the wait nearly driving her insane with lust and fear that she would reject her.

Becky had stilled. Terri wondered just how much she knew. "You're mine." Was her only answer but that was enough for Terri. She sprang from the bed and raced to her bag, pulling out a long box: it was a little over a foot long. She sat it on the bed and flicked the catches open. She opened the box and pulled out a long device that hung limply in her grip. She tossed the box aside and stood up.

"Do you know what a surrogate is?" She asked.

Becky nodded, she had read of it and what its uses were, Amy was going about getting her one.

"So you know what will happen when I use this?"

Becky nodded again, her eyes not leaving it. She knew and it did not scare her; in fact, it made her hotter and wetter. She wanted her mate to take her, to live the moment because the future is unknown.

"I want this... I want you, forever." Becky said huskily.

Terri groaned and fumbled the object in her hand. Becky sat up and, as impatient as her lover, helped her insert the part that had to go within her. Terri gasped as it swelled to fill her sex, locking within her and became one with her body. Becky grabbed the limp flesh that now stuck out from between Terri's lips and started to stroke it and coax life into it. She nearly collapsed as it felt as if Becky was wrapping her hand around her clit and tugging on it. Suddenly it started to grow and stiffen.

Terri felt a madness consume her. She pushed Becky back and was over her in moments. Becky wrapped her legs around Terri's hips and arched her head back, offering herself completely to her mate. Terri growled and pressed her face to Becky's neck before sinking her sharpened teeth into the succulent flesh, Becky's blood ran down her neck as Terri thrust forward impaling her on her cock. Becky cried out in pleasure as Terri started to make love to her.

Terri released her bite and licked at the wound to clean it, she panted and shifted her body as she felt the need to press harder into her mate's body with each thrust, wanting to seat her knot deeply. She grunted and growled in response to Becky's movements beneath her. 

Becky felt the large knot start to stretch her open, demanding she let it in. She panted and shook her head, feeling the spear-like phallus stroking her insides in all the right places. She reached up and pulled Terri down so that she could rain kisses upon her mate's neck. Terri growled and tensed the muscles in her neck, inviting her to bite. Becky did not leave her wanting; she bit deeply and shook her head to ensure the mark would scar well.

Terri growled as her lust took over in her mind. She slammed into her mate, again and again until finally her knot slid within the warmth it sought. She groaned as Becky cried out, releasing her bite. Terri's lips smothered her, drinking in the taste of her own blood and the cries of pleasure being torn from her mate's throat as she grinded herself against Becky, her thrust short, restricted by her knot.

Terri tore her lips from Becky's to gasp. She slowed her body down, trying to stave off her fast-approaching orgasm, she panted against her shoulder even as her mate writhed beneath her. "Sh... slow down..." as she really wanted this to last. Becky stopped moving but it took all of her willpower to do so. Terri moved her lips over Becky's neck and shoulder, moving to the pouting piece of flesh beneath her, her lips wrapped around the bud and started to suck. Becky took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her lover's hair. 

Terri moaned as Becky's hand moved to her back and gently scratched her. Terri's hips jerked, causing Becky to moan. Becky fisted her fingers into bronze locks and tugged bringing Terri's lips back to hers. Terri started to move again, this time slowly building the friction. Becky arched her head back exposing the long length of her throat to Terri as her legs wrapped around Terri's hips. Terri groaned at the subliminal message Becky sent her in the form of her barred throat, submission, and in this case, sexual submission.

Her thrusts started to speed up again, need unlike she had never known coursed through her; she needed to make Becky cry out in bliss, needed to feel her cumming on her cock more than anything at this moment. Her lips ran over Becky's skin, one arm anchored her to her lover and the other stroked her, heightening her desire.

Becky tightened her grip and moved her lips to Terri's throat and bit her before moving her lips to Terri's ear, she wanted to be possessed by the woman above her, taken animalistic-ally. "Take me..." she growled into Terri's ear before she bit it. Terri growled back at Becky's offer, her wolf agreed. Slowly make love later, now was the time to take her mate.

Terri started to move faster although still limited by her knot. She ground her body against Becky's; rubbing against her clit and making her groan and thrust up to meet her movements. Terri felt her climax build, and she tried to stave it off. Becky's sheath was milking her, contracting and releasing, making it hard for her to keep control. Becky cried out as her climax exploded through her with Terri joining her in her own climax, unable to hold off any longer, their yells of pleasure could probably be heard throughout the manor. They held onto each other tightly as they panted and came down from their highs. 

Terri pressed her lips to Becky's and rolled onto their sides so that they could hold each other. She reached between them to explore the knot that tied them. She could feel it inside but it was slowly making its way out which meant she hadn't seated it properly behind the pubic bone. She slid her fingers in and forced the knot into the right place, it swelled further causing Becky to groan in pleasure as she stretched slightly to the growing knot until they were tied correctly. 

The knot throbbed against her walls as it shot Terri's desire, her own juices into Becky's body. The throbbing stimulated her g-spot, building another climax. Becky squirmed against her, flexing her inner muscles around the knot and grinding her clit repeatedly against Terri. She smiled and kissed Becky, gently grinding her own body to help her get the release her body craved. Becky cried out again as a weak orgasm rushed through her while Terri groaned as she felt Becky convulsing around her surrogate.

Terri held still, letting Becky calm down, at the same time, gently running her lips over her mate's skin. Becky groaned and tilted her head to kiss her mate. She smirked hearing that, she really liked the sound of that.

"Mine." Terri growled into her ear.

Becky quivered in pleasure. Mine was such a powerful statement, one that left a warm feeling in her chest, leaving her with only one reply, "Forever."

****

Terri stood beside Becky as they stood before the funeral mound of Susanna. Becky was leaning against her, berating herself for the death of Electra's mother. She was meant to be helping to keep an eye on them but instead she was being pinned to Terri's bed and yelling out her pleasure.

Terri butted her head against her mate, not your fault.

I should have been there...

And do what...? He was intent to take her. Nothing you could have done would have stopped Susanna for buying her daughter time. Terri turned and kissed her temple, forgive yourself.

An elder stood forward and started the eulogy Amy had hastily written for this. Terri and Becky turned their attention to the ceremony to release Susanna's spirit so that it could be reborn.

"Do not mourn my passing,
For I am free.
Do not shed a single tear,
Because I will not.
I know no regret in my passing,
Or anger, or fear,
In life I was trapped,
In death, I am free.
Do not stop for me,
Live for me and I will live.
Remember me,
For we will meet again."

The elder finished, sliding the eulogy into the wrapping that surrounded Susanna's body.

"Remember we will," everyone recited.

The elder grabbed a lit torch and went to hand it to Electra. Becky watched as Amy led Electra around the unlit mound, lighting it on the fourth rotation and tossing the torch onto the flames. Amy wrapped her arms around Electra and waited for the flames to take hold. Wolfgang joined them and as one, everyone turned from the flames.

Terri kept a firm grip of Becky as Dayita, Kade and Kai joined them. "This is Becky, Becky this is Dayita Alpha of Black Shadow pride in India." 

Dayita offered her named, "Hello, Becky." Becky shook her hand.

"This is Kade; he's the Alpha of the Irish pack Dubh Faolchú."

Kade smiled and shook her hand, "It means Black Wolf. Every Alpha in our history has been black, me self included, we don't know why."

Terri smirked and turned her attention to Kai, "This is Kai, and he's the Alpha of a Welsh pack, the Brawlers..."

Kai pushed Terri good-humouredly, "She lies, we aren't the Brawlers... she's just mocking the name of my pack. We are called the Muses... never learnt why." He shook her hand in a friendly manner.

Dayita smirked as Ari and Engel walked over to join them. Nathanael had done his best to repair the damage done to his face. 

"Just the person I was looking for." Ari said when he spotted Becky; he stopped before he could get close enough for her to hurt him again. He had come to apologise for being an arse, not to end up in another fight. "Sorry about what I did." He said injecting as much sincerity into his voice as he could, he watched her eyes and when he felt that, his apology had been accepted he bowed and walked off.

Engel smiled, "Wolfgang threatened to rearrange his anatomy if he didn't try to make amends. But trust me; Svana is a thousand times more dangerous than Wolfgang ever will be." He held out his hand, "Engel, Alpha of the Shepherd pack." 

Becky shook his hand. She had truly been shocked at Ari's behaviour, more so when she learnt he had a mate. She was used to seeing Amy and Wolfgang, their devotion and more importantly Wolfgang's single-minded desire for his soul mate. He never looked elsewhere because she was everything he needed and wanted. When she brought it up with Wolfgang, he had chuckled and took her aside to remind her that sex in Were culture was not a bad thing, nor was it uncommon for mated couples to turn to someone else to ease the tension; if their mate was not there, like Amy turning to her or Sienna. He then went on to explain that Ari and Svana's relationship wasn't a conventional mating. They weren't soul mates; they had come together to bind their two smaller packs together into one strong pack and solidify both their borders into one border. If Ari found his soul mate tomorrow, Svana wouldn't stop him from claiming her and visa versa, only she would still be Alpha bitch and he would still be Alpha male. 

She wouldn't have cared if he had slept with anyone while away, they didn't have that kind of relationship, she wasn't possessive of him and he wasn't of her. What was going to piss her off was the fact that he had put his moves on someone who clearly had wanted nothing to do with him or she wouldn't have smashed a hot glass pot of coffee in his face. He was their representative at the gathering, he had made a fool of himself, thinking with his dick, and not with his head; he may have destroyed their standing with the other Alpha's. She had another reason as to why she was going to be livid with him. Her father had been like that, a tyrant of a man who took what he wanted, when he wanted it. That was until she removed him as Alpha and had him tried and executed for his crime. 

An elder joined them, "Will any of you object to the elders performing the binding ceremony tonight?"

Everyone shook their heads; there was a need in all of them to call a quick end to this and go home to get ready for the fight to come. He nodded and walked off to the next group.

"So do you think Amy's plan will work?" Kade asked his friends.

"It must." Dayita said, trying to be positive. "We cannot let it fail."

Becky looked off as a vision flashed before her eyes. She saw a great battle in the near future but a confined one, one with little far-reaching consequences. Terri frowned and turned to Becky, "What do you see?"

"A fight, but only a fraction as bad as the one Amy saw." 

Everyone watched Becky, trying to understand the conversation between the both of them. Kade was the one who figured it out and his eyes widened with the knowledge, "You're a seer."

Becky nodded, a little shyly.

"You know right, that the future is subject change? What you see today could change; even one small insignificant event could wash it away." Kade told her.

She nodded, "I know Chaos and Freewill. Normally when I see the future, it's hazy unless it's imminent. This was vivid as if it was going to happen in a few moments rather than the months I know."

Dayita shook her head, "No, this will work. It has to work. Think positive thoughts and the universe will have to comply with our will. This WILL work."

Everyone went silent as they dwelt on everything they knew and what they had to do in order to prevent a blood bath.

Becky turned to Dayita, "Does Dayita have a meaning or did your parents just make it up?"

Dayita smirked in amusement as Terri blushed slightly. She had asked the same question when she first met Dayita and she found that many people asked her about her name when she first met them, "My name means Beloved." 

****

Becky felt her heart clench as she watched Terri approach the car, which was going to take her to the airport and away from her. Terri sighed and handed over her bags to the driver. She walked back to Becky and wrapped her arms around her mate, feeling and knowing her thoughts was breaking her heart. She didn't want to leave her, she wanted to grab her and bundle her into the car and take off with her but last night, after a very vigorous night of love, she had thought of the future and what would happen if... no, when everything turned out alright. The decision she had made nearly broke her heart but she knew it was the right thing to do.

"I really wish I could bring you with me, but you are still learning our world. You are comfortable here with people who love and care for you." She brushed her lips against her forehead. "If I take you from the people you trust, you may never learn our world properly."

Terri tilted her head up and continues, seeing Becky's blue eyes full of sadness, "I love you. You are my mate and I will do what is right for you, and what is right for you at the moment is to be comfortable in your new skin and with your people."

Tears filled Becky's eyes, making them look even wider. Terri's resolve started to waver but she took a deep breath and tried to convince Becky again... as well as herself, "You are my reason to exist and I want you to know and love our world before you get thrust into the position of alpha. Trust me, you need this. Learn about yourself, become comfortable with your beast. When you're ready, I will be waiting to sweep you off your feet and into my pack."

"But I'm..."

Terri covered her mouth and interrupted gently, "No, you're not. Please, trust me." She brushed a stray lock of hair from Becky's face tenderly.

"How long?" Becky asked, sadly.

Terri sent imploring eyes to Amy, Please; you know she'll be overwhelmed if she comes with me.

I know, I wish you had thought more on your actions before mating her, she admonished as she walked towards them.

Terri rolled her eyes, I lived for the moment. If we fail, I don't think I could have lived with myself without binding myself to her.

Amy nodded as she reached them. "I'll know when you'll be ready to face this. She is right Becky; you aren't ready for the maelstrom if you leave with her today."

Becky let Amy untangle her from her mate and hugged her tightly. Terri got into the car and it pulled away, determined not to look back lest her resolved melted. This was, by far, the hardest thing she had ever done in her life to date. She just hoped she could hold it together long enough for Becky to be ready.

****

~ One year later~

Becky watched as the Scottish countryside slowly slid past her window. They were making a slow ascent up a hill as the mist of rain turned gradually into a decent downpour. The taxi driver kept glancing back but Becky ignored him.

Almost one year ago, Terri had left her. One year on, she finally understood why Terri had left. Over that year, she had grown confident in herself, in her skin and with her wolf, confidence she would need to stand beside Terri as her mate. Secretly, however, she was terrified, terrified when Amy handed her passport to her, a plane ticket and an address. It was time, she told her friend. Time to go and claim her mate. She was also terrified that Terri wouldn't recognise the confident woman who was about to front up to her door.




Terri and Becky



She would face this uncertainty heads-on, she had begun to notice that she was seeing less of her own future since shortly before the battle. Mryddin had explained that her future would always be cloudy to her. However, there would be times when the fates would let her see parts of her future. She wished for one of these moments now as the taxi drove through an ancient looking gateway with a cattle grid.

"Are we on Fletcher land now?" She asked.

The driver chuckled. "We're been on Fletcher land for the last hour." He glanced back, "But we've been in Fletcher territory since we passed Hadrian's Wall." He went silent as he drove for another twenty minutes.

Becky stared out the window as rain ran down the window, obscuring her view of the outside world. She jerked in surprise as an ancient looking castle loomed up from nowhere. The driver slowly pulled to a stop before the entranceway.

"Do you want me to wait?" He asked before he got out to get her bags. Becky got out and opened her umbrella.

"Nope, I'm good. Are you sure I paid you enough?" She started to reach for her wallet.

"Lady, you paid for here and back with a good tip." He went back to his car. "I'll be here for ten while I eat my lunch, just in case you need a ride back." He had guessed by her jumpy body language that whomever she was coming to meet didn't know she was coming. He was an old softy and wouldn't leave her stranded here if she weren't welcome.

Becky smiled and nodded as he put the bags down in the arched entrance then retreated to his taxi. She put her umbrella away and took a deep breath, using the big brass knocker to knock on the ancient-looking door. She waited, sticking her hands into her fleece-lined pockets of her jacket to keep her hands warm.

The door opened, Eva glanced over the woman before her, taking note of the gloriously long blond hair and hesitant blue eyes, "You do realise you don't have to present yourself to the Alpha with this pack?" She said with a dryness, which spoke of years of diverting people from the Alpha when she didn't want company. Like Bastion, she worked as a general buffer for the Alpha and took care of her comfort as well as the running of the house.

"I'm here to see your Alpha. She really wants to see me."

Eva snorted. She doubted that her Alpha wanted to meet anyone. She was more likely to attack this woman than talk to her but since this is what this woman seemed to want; she was going to get it. She jerked Becky into the surprisingly warm castle. She pulled the bags into the room and shut the door. "Stay here." 

Becky glanced around as she waited. Terri stormed into the room, ready to rage around. The separation from her mate had not been easy on her. Her pack was beginning to avoid her, hoping that they would also avoid her foul mood. She came to a complete stop in the middle of her entrance hall and blinked, thinking she was dreaming again. She took a deep breath, smelling and tasting the air, and with that, she knew she wasn't dreaming as the scent of her mate danced through the air to tease her nose.

Terri walked calmly, afraid that Becky would bolt on her. Still, she couldn't help but pin Becky to the door and devoured her lips in quick succession, Becky doing the same with a gentle groan, both were eager to get their bodies re-acquainted. 

Eva and several of Terri's staff watched in shock. The last two women to walk into this room and had requested to see her had left, torn, bloody and bruised. This was the last reaction they thought to see their Alpha take. Since coming back from the gathering, Terri had pushed away anyone who approached her sexually and now she was forcing herself upon a complete stranger. Although, the stranger seemed just as eager as their Alpha.

Terri broke the kiss and panted. "You came?"

"You are my heart." Becky replied, her heart in her eyes.

"You are my soul." Terri scooped her onto her shoulder, then quickly remembered her staff and turned to them. "This is Becky... she is my mate." She declared before dashing off to the nearest comfortable surface to have her wicked way with her mate.

Eva rolled her eyes; now her behaviour made sense. "Patrick, inform the pack that we have a queen and our Alpha is back."

THE END



Terri and Jennifer



This is a story about God, sex, religion, and guilt and how you can't have one without all the rest. I'm sorry if it's the most contradictory story you've ever seen in literotica.

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Jen was lying in a bed wearing nothing but her panties. Beside her, under the thin covers, was another woman...sleeping, Jen hoped. Because Jen was touching herself.

How did this happen?

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It was an annual weekend retreat for women - when they left kids and husbands behind and got together for some fun, a speaker, some singing, and a feeling of physical, emotional, spiritual renewal.

At least that was the idea. Sometimes Jen found preparing for it all more stressful than just staying home. Her hubby would be fine, but Jen still left sticky notes everywhere with advice and instructions. Then packing...trying to figure out what to take without filling three suitcases. Warm clothes? Cool summer stuff? One sweater or two? Backup toothbrush? book? But is that one too trashy? So used to packing up kids, she felt indecisive and unable to do it for herself.

Still, she was looking forward to it. She planned to hang out with her friend Susan for most of the time. They enjoyed getting together for coffee or a girl's night out when they could, but this would be so much cooler - no more interruptions or needing to hustle home.

Then the phone rang. It was Susan.

"Hey...packed yet?" asked Jen.

"Um...Jen...I'm sorry," said Susan.

"Oh no...what? Don't tell me you can't make it!"

"I'm sorry...both the kids are sick...and I don't think Tim can handle everything on his own," Susan answered. "I'm so sorry, but I think I'd better stay home."

Jen was deflated like a balloon. "Really? But...I..." she began to stammer. She already had some opinions about Tim and how much he helped - or did not help - around the house.

"I'm really sorry."

Well, FUCK, thought Jen in a most unchristian way as she hung up. Dammit. Damndamndamn.

What now?

She wondered if Susan would lose her registration fee. Well, who cares, thought Jen. She was so furious. Her roommate; her main friend on this weekend - gone. She was packed and ready to go; otherwise she might have just stopped right there and turned on the TV with a tub of chocolate ice cream.

Instead, she sat outside and waited for her ride. Soon a minivan drove up with three other women, none of whom Jen knew that well. Susan was supposed to be picked up too. Instead, Jen sat quietly and tried to make small talk. She was so disappointed that she couldn't share the enthusiasm of the others. Instead she brooded and wondered what she would do all weekend and whether she'd get a strange roommate.

It seemed a long drive to the retreat camp. Finally they arrived, and bounded out. The air was fresh; but the place was an unknown. Jen recognized a few other faces and said hi, trying to relax and just get into the swing of things.

At the registration desk she explained her roommate bailed on her (er, "couldn't make it). "Okay," said the woman. "We've had to make a few changes anyway." She pointed to a woman across the room. "That's Terri," she said. "She doesn't have a roommate; would you mind sharing with her?"

Jen looked at the other woman, who was turned partly away and talking. Terri looked a few years older than her; maybe even an empty-nester. What did she have in common with this woman? She saw Terri smile; she at least had a sweet face. But Jen turned back and asked in her politest voice, "I'm sure that would be okay, but is there anyone else? Um..I guess...I mean...?"

The woman laughed and said "Nope." Then she smiled and said, "I'm sure it's difficult to share with a stranger. But I'm sure you guys will get along fine."bv

Jen swallowed and said, "okay." Damndamndamn. This was not the weekend she had planned.

Not at all.

She went over to Terri and turned on a plastic smile. "Hi, I'm Jen," she said. "I think you and I are roommates."

Terri smiled sweetly again - if it was plastic, it was pretty good - and said, "Hi Jen. Great to meet you." They said a few more things about themselves. Terri was from about two hours away and had never been to this retreat either, though she knew a lot of the people here. She was indeed an empty nester - two kids, both away at college. Her own roommate hadn't made it either - her mother was sick. Jen just said Susan couldn't make it.

Terri flashed her smile again and said, "Last minute bailout, huh?"

"Yup...literally. I was all packed when she called."

"Let me guess...just couldn't leave her family? Had to be a mom and wife first?"

Jen was startled. "How'd you know?"

"Hey, I've been there," said Terri. "I missed so many things because I thought I just couldn't leave the house." That smile again. "Something in your voice sounds like you were a bit mad."

Jen felt deflated again...but this time it was the anger escaping out of her. "Furious," she admitted.

"And now you're stuck with some stranger."

Jen couldn't help but smile a bit. "Well..."

"It's okay," said Terry. "I'm not offended. You can find another room, or roommate."

Now Jen laughed. "I already tried...we're stuck together." She started to really relax. Terri seemed all right.

"Okay," said Terri. "Want to find the room? My things are already there." She reached down and lifted Jen's suitcase. "Follow me." Jen followed.

The room was...campy...thin walls, cheap furniture, smell of Lysol cleanser. There was a single bed and a double bed, with Terri's stuff sitting on it. Jen moved to put her things on the single bed but Terri stopped her. "Want it? Or we can flip for it." Jen shook her head.

"It's fine..you were here first."

"Okay, then...I choose the single bed," said Terri.

Jen laughed. "No fair."

"It's okay," Terri said. Again.

Jen decided to assert herself and take the single. She walked over and dropped her suitcase onto the mattress. BOINGGGGG. It nearly bounced off. She sat down on it. Her butt felt like it was touching the floor.

"Oh geez."

Laughing, Terri came over and sat down herself. The bed creaked and she quickly got up again. "This bed sucks," she declared. "It's like a trampoline." She looked like she was about to make a joke..but she saw Jen's gloomy face. How many disappointments could someone have in one day?

"Well," said Terri, "How do you feel about sharing the double?"

Incredibly awkward, thought Jen, but what choice was there? So she repeated it out loud. "Frankly, kinda awkward...but if you don't mind? Not a lot of choices left beyond the floor."

"Hey, it's cool," said Terri. "I mean, we've known each other for twenty minutes now."

So Jen left her suitcase on the trampoline bed but took some of her other things to the side of the double. "Too many kids jumping on that bed, I guess," she said.

"Or someone..someones...gave it a good workout," Terri joked. She then turned a distinct red. "Sorry...I have some off-color humor sometimes." she said.

Now it was Jen's turn. "It's okay," she smiled. "That was funny." There was a secret unspoken flash in her mind. Terri was clearly a bit earthy...and not too prudish. Obviously not in the depths that Jen had sometimes been...but...Jen suddenly felt a lot more comfortable.

Settled in, they decided it was time to head out for dinner. They lined up with dozens of other women, almost none of whom Jen recognized...one or two of her van companions, a couple others from church she didn't know well either. Terri seemed to know at least half the people and chatted briefly with everyone around them. Moving through the cafeteria line, she occasionally glanced back at Jen, who was slowly scooping the mysterious glop and wilting vegetables onto her plate, making jokes about whether each pan was animal, vegetable or mineral. Jen was secretly enjoying the simple pleasure of neither making a meal nor having to fill the plates of small children as she went along. Effortless glop was fine, thank you.

She briefly wondered if Terri wanted to go sit with other people rather than Jen, but Terri quickly pointed to a table and steered Jen into a place around some other women, all a bit older around Terri's age. Terri introduced her and again made jokes about how unlucky Jen was to end up with her. The self-deprecation came naturally and Jen began to realize more and more how confident Terri was with herself. Terri briefly introduced the others but didn't make a big deal of Jen being the newcomer, and the conversation soon flowed.

But Jen still felt a bit left out; most of the women had teenagers or older kids and several worked or had a lot more free time than Jen, and she struggled to relate. When she made an observation about the stress of small kids, the others often smiled and said - a bit patronizingly, it seemed - that they remembered that, but it would pass. Jen began to feel alone and frustrated again.

There was a first session after dinner. As they walked to it, Terri asked Jen how she was doing. "Okay," Jen lied.

Terri smiled that warm smile again. "I think you're still a little stressed out. This probably wasn't quite the weekend you planned." Jen smiled back but said nothing.

The session was...hollow. Jen was not in a bad mood, but not a very good or receptive one. She felt emotionally tired and strung out, without a lot in the spiritual gas tank. It started with a bit of singing, which usually filled her up, but she only knew a couple of songs at all. Jen felt a little better by the time the speaker got going, but then things went downhill again. She was almost annoying. They all needed to do more, apparently. They weren't being the women they were meant to be, but this weekend they would learn to do better. By the end Jen felt a bit beaten up. Yup, a failure. That's me. They went back to the dining hall where cookies and decaf were served and Jen ate at least three.

Terri had been busy visiting again but they walked back to the room alone. They talked about the songs - Terri didn't know most of them either - but said little about the speaker. They continued to chat about nothing in particular as they got ready for bed.

Then, disappointment #114 of the day for Jen. She couldn't find her pyjama bottoms. Idiot. She had washed a pair for the weekend but they were still sitting in the dryer. G-r-e-a-t. Well at least she had remembered the long tee. She turned to Terri and explained. Terri replied that she had discovered she had forgotten to pack socks. They both laughed.

Jen went down the hall to brush her teeth and use the bathroom, and when she returned, Terri was in her own pyjamas. Terri then went down the hall and Jen quickly stripped off her clothes and put on the long baggy tee. She hoped it was sufficiently modest for sleeping in a strange bed with a near stranger, and she climbed under the thin covers. It was a warm night and a sheet and thin blanket were plenty.

Terri returned, yawning. It wasn't that late. If it had been Susan, Jen would have wanted to stay up half the night talking, but Terri looked ready for sleep.

"Ready to turn out the light?" asked Jen.

"Sure...unless you want to read or something," said Terri. Jen said no, and Terri switched off the lamp. Light glowed through the window and they could still see in the dark.

"What did you think of the speaker tonight?" asked Terri.

Jen bit her lip in the near-darkness. "She was okay." She paused and went on. "I guess I want to hear more of what she has to say before I really know."

"That's nicely evasive," said Terri. "I guess she wasn't quite what I expected..she seems pretty traditional." She also paused. "Not that traditional isn't good."

"Yeah, it's good," said Jen. "But...I guess, you can be traditional and open, or traditional and closed."

"She seems kinda closed," said Terri.

"Yeah." said Jen.

Terri yawned again. "Well, maybe we can talk more about it tomorrow. I really need to get some sleep."

"Good night."

"Good night."

Jen closed her eyes and thought more about the speaker. About everything. Terri really did seem pretty cool. She clearly had it together, though, unlike Jen. Why can't I be more like that, she thought. Why can't I just say it the way it is? Why can't I just be honest? Why can't I just be myself and who I am.? She opened her eyes again and stared at the ceiling.

She kept fretting. She thought again of Susan and felt almost cold. You could never count on Susan. And the women from church...sure, they were nice to Jen, but did they really care? Jen had really tried to make friends but it was so hard. She hadn't had a good friend in years..not really since she had kids and her world shrank into a tiny house-sized box. Now she had mom-friends but all they had in common was their kids. That was all they ever talked about.

Maybe it would change. She thought of the women at dinner. They were nice, but not her friends - too patronizing, at a different life stage. Maybe when Jen was older..when the kids were older...she would find friends like that. Great. Just wait another ten or twenty years, that's all.

Jen felt so lonely.

She could hear Terri's breathing...now regular, steady. She was asleep. Jen was still staring at the ceiling..a bit reluctant to move around too much with this other person right beside her. She just lay on her back. And closed her eyes.

And she knew what she wanted to do.

She began to move her hands. One began to climb up her body. It felt good just moving on her tummy, over the shirt, but it wasn't quite enough. She wanted more. It kept going..up to her breast and slowly settling on her nipple. She began to massage herself.

It felt nice.

As she massaged her breast through her shirt, she felt her nipple slowly react, perking up just a bit. She was gratified at her own body's response. She felt a bit better, even though here she was feeling up her boob while lying beside her new friend.

It felt really good.

Jen's other hand began to move up and over as well, soon resting on her other breast and nipple. She was now on her back, both arms bent at the elbow and busy massaging her boobs through her shirt. Now it felt good but a bit wacky.

She looked over at the back of Terri's head, and saw her body rising and falling with the sound of her breath.

All the usual thoughts about masturbation were flooding through Jen's head - and some new ones too. First, it was disgusting and shameful. Second, that it felt pretty damn good already and she had hardly done anything. Third, that whether or not it was good, this was not the place to be feeling yourself up. Fourth, that if Terri suddenly woke up, Jen would soon have no friends at all at this place. Fifth, that all that made it even hotter to do it right now. Sixth, that the only reason Jen was doing it was that she was lonely and tired and upset and wasn't really up to thinking rationally. Seventh, that the above was true but it really did take the pain away and would help her sleep - it wasn't like she had something else to do or places to go. Eighth, that maybe she should pray about it. She felt hot resentment at that one. She was almost bitter - like, that no matter where she turned, there was a wall. So she ignored it.

Ninth, that it really wouldn't be hard at all to roll her tee up a bit, there under the sheet, and get much better access to her bare skin.

So Jen ignored her other feelings and moved her hands down to the hem of the shirt resting on her hips, lifted up her bum a bit, and began lifting and rolling it back.up above her waist. Now her bottom half was all exposed, including panties. And she could easily poke her hands underneath her shirt now, and move them back up to where they were before. So one hand moved up...now to her bare breast...her bare nipple...and started to massage again.

The other hand moved lightly in circles now on top of her waist, over her navel, her skin, even down her hips again. She knew exactly where it was going but had time. It felt so good.

It felt so good to just touch herself and comfort herself and feel herself respond to her own touch. She was Jen - wife, mother, and sexual being. Sex goddess. Oh yeah. She felt almost light-headed and drunk as her fingers started brushing the top of her panties. Her other hand was now firmly teasing her nipple, while the other one was yearning for similar attention.

Jen felt the usual electric pulse as she pushed against her pubic hair inside her panties. She could feel the wetness starting. Mmm. She switched to her other breast, trying as always to somehow touch both nipples at once with one hand. Now she was rubbing..both her nipple..and the rest of herself...reaching down over the panties. Patience. Hold on. She retreated back to her navel and roamed over her bare skin, trying not to push under the elastic.

Then suddenly she had an even crazier thought; number ten on the list. Why not take off the tee entirely.

This led to thoughts eleven, twelve and thirteen which don't need to be elaborated. She resisted, and of course it built in her mind. Her...pussy..she had no better word...was moist and asking for attention. Her nipples felt good. But it would be even better to get a little more bare. Yeah. Crazy. Topless. But the covers were still on...and Terri was fast asleep. And it would feel so good. It would so show everyone. Jen goes on a women's retreat and gets practically nude and masturbates. Yeah world.

Her fingers had slipped under her panties but she had already decided. And each touch down below made it more inevitable, even though it would mean stopping for a moment. And soon Jen found herself rolling the tee up..over her boobs, off one shoulder, than the other....and over her head and at the top of her pillow.

Okay, she was...topless. Woo hoo. Her exposed nipple rubbed against the cotton sheet while she massaged the other, and her other hand went back to its duties. The elastic pressed down on her wrist as she slowly fingered and caressed, moving down, down. Mmm. She was pretty slick and soon settled on her favorite place...slowly teasing and rubbing it...moving up, down, sometimes a little bit side to side, probing a few other spots but always coming back to the place...where it all mattered...where it all felt good. Could she make herself cum? She was so horny that she had almost forgotten the silence, the stillness of lying there beside Terri. She just wanted now to bring herself to orgasm...to cum - yeah, that's right, world. Jen needs to finger herself and cum.

Suddenly she felt Terri shifting. She was turning over. Jen froze, hands on boobs and pussy. Her bare shoulders were clearly showing, not to mention her crumpled shirt. She couldn't move. Her heart was thudding. She counted to ten and looked over. Terri was facing her, eyes closed.

Jen silently moved her hands away. She watched Terri for a few seconds...and then slowly put her shirt back on, rolling it down all the way. Well, that was interesting. She felt her heart still racing. She closed her eyes.

Soon it was morning.

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Jen woke up disoriented...where was she? Terri was gone. It was after eight o'clock. Jen realized there were no kids pulling at her. She stretched out and then relaxed, slowly remembering the night before. Had she really taken her shirt off? Did Terri almost catch her? The shame starting rushing at her. She decided to get up.

She rose, the tee halfway down her hips, and quickly put on jeans as well. The first session was at nine and she had to shower and eat. But hey, no kids. She picked out her towel, washcloth, soap, shampoo and bra, underwear and shirt..nothing else really necessary. She couldn't believe some women wore makeup on weekends like this. She opened the door and headed down the hall to the bathrooms and showers.

Terri was coming the other way, with wet hair. "Good morning," she sang. "Sleep well?"




Terri and Jennifer



"Great," said Jen. "I'm so used to being woken up by the kids. It felt great to wake up slowly."

"Yup," agreed Terri. "Hey, I'll wait and we can get breakfast together."

"Oh no...go on ahead," said Jen. "I'll be a little while."

"Well, I'll save you a seat," said Terri as she went back into the room. "Won't take me long to get ready. No socks, remember?"

Jen laughed and headed down the hall. There were two connected parts - the bathrooms and beyond them a set of private shower stalls. Three were in use. Jen visited the other place first and then picked out a stall. It had a small area for dressing, separate from the shower and she put her stuff on the little bench.

Then she took her shirt off..again, she thought. Standing in the cool air with the rush of water, she quickly stripped off her panties and took the soap and shampoo into the shower. After deciphering the inevitably strange faucet (tap? lever?), she stepped into had a weak but warm stream of water that sprayed over her body.

As she routinely scrubbed herself - again, marveling at the privacy of no small children - her mind flashed back occasionally to the night before. Shame. Guilt. Excitement. Paranoia. And hot. It was all mixed together, as always. Once or twice, as the cloth rubbed and the slickness flowed over her body, she thought about it, but didn't really feel in the mood at all. She was happy to wash, get dressed and face a new day. She just hoped Terri wouldn't get bored with her.

Soon she was back out, dressed and dry except for damp hair, and she quickly dashed out of the building to get something to eat before nine.

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Breakfast was hurried. Terri had saved her a seat, but Jen was too busy wolfing down a bagel and some fruit to talk much, and soon they were all moving in for the morning session. Terri and Jen sat together again.

More singing. Jen knew most of the songs and some were real favorites. She felt a glow. Energized. Alive. This would be a good weekend. She felt a bit guilty about last night of course but...she had been feeling really down. She just had to remember not to give in like that. Maybe she should pray about it later.

Then the speaker began again. Jen was pretty sure she had makeup on. And her hair was disturbingly well-coiffed. She welcomed them all and praised the singing, the day, the weather, the camp, the food and everything else. Then she prayed and said basically the same thing again. Then she continued. "Ladies," she addressed them, with apparently no irony. Jen looked around for her mother. "I don't know about you, but sometimes I really struggle with who I am and God's plan for me." Jen agreed. Standard opening.

"And sometimes I really rebel against that plan." The familiar words rolled through the room and past Jen's head.

"I sometimes forget that God has really called me to a special role as a woman....as a helpmate to my husband and as a nurturer to my children...like he has called many of you." Uh oh. "Not all of us of course are called to that role of course...sometimes God has created a different plan for women that is unique and inspired, and we need to be thankful for that too." Where is this going? Jen was furiously calculating.

"In fact though, the big problem is that too many of us think we've been called for that special and inspired role and forget our first obligations to our husbands and our families." What the Fuck???? Jen blazed with anger.

Forty minutes of fucking bullshit later, Jen was emotionally drained and exhausted. It wasn't all bad of course. Finding ourselves was difficult and too often we drift and lose sight of the real Center. But every time she heard the word "helpmate" she felt nauseous, and every mention of "called to be a nurturer" felt like being raked over the coals. Apparently she was just a big fuckup because she refused to accept the fucking ministry of cleaning the fucking bathtub twice a fucking week. Not that the speaker said that. But Jen knew that was what she meant.

They sang some more but Jen's lungs were as deflated as the rest of her. She felt so hot and mad inside. As the session wound up, she turned to Terri beside her.

"You didn't like that," said Terri.

"No," said Jen.

"I didn't either."

Some of Terri's friends came by and started talking as well. Two thought the speaker was fabulous. The other said she thought some of the things could be taken the wrong way. In fact, as the audience dispersed for some free time before lunch, it was clear to Jen that reactions were very mixed. She left Terri chatting and found some of the women from her church, and talked to them while hearing the conversations around her. She heard some people saying how good it was to really hear a clear message that didn't try to cut corners. She heard occasional doubts and questions. She wondered if anyone else felt quite as hot inside as she did.

Eventually it was time for lunch. She couldn't find Terri and sat with her church..friends? More like acquaintances, especially since some were alarmingly glowing about the speaker. They seemed almost self-flagellating - oh, I've been a bad wife and mother. I need to be doing more. I need to think less of myself. Jen was alert enough to realize not everyone was agreeing, but no one was really challenging the enthusiasts either. She ate and said little herself.

Following longstanding federal church retreat laws, the afternoon was of course free time. Half the lunch table wanted to have a nap. Others talked about reading or going for a walk. It was too cool to go swimming but the lake looked nice. Jen was leaving the dining room when she finally saw Terri.

"Hey," said Terri. "What do you have planned?"

"Nothing," said Jen. "You?"

"Ever go canoeing?" asked Terri.

"A couple of times a long time ago," said Jen. "Do you?"

"A bit," said Terri. "Interested at all? I'll do all the steering of course...you just need to help paddle."

Jen felt a little wary of getting trapped out on a lake with no way to escape, but if she had to be trapped with someone, she wanted it to be Terri. "Sure." It was that or a walk with one of the junior Dr. Lauras.

"Cool," said Terri. They went and got sweaters for the cool breeze, and soon were down at the docks putting on life jackets and unmooring a canoe. Knowing nothing about canoes, Jen thought its red paint looked nice. Terri gave her a quick lesson on J-strokes and why other schools of thought on paddling were wrong, and then some careful instructions on how to step in and kneel. Soon they were off.

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The lake was beautiful. But it distracted Jen as she tried to paddle, and she made choppy, erratic strokes to the left and right rather than straight back. The canoe rotated and lurched as Terri tried to steer against Jen's pushing and pulling.

"Slow down," said Terri. "Just dip it in slowly...move back...that's it..now over and out." Jen started to burn with frustration under her warm sweater. But Terri kept correcting and slowly Jen managed to get the occasional stroke right. The canoe headed on its erratic course out into deeper water.

She tried to concentrate on the strokes, but let herself watch the smooth still water, with trees from the shore reflecting in the mirrored surface. It grew quieter and quieter, with just the splash of her paddle (Terri's was almost silent) and the lapping of the water. Neither of them spoke. Jen kept trying to get into the rhythm, but each stroke seemed not quite right, hitting the water at the wrong angle or twisting a bit as she followed through, never slipping effortlessly like Terri's.

She turned to look at Terri. "I'm sorry," she said. "I can't do it right."

"No, you're fine, " replied Terri. "It looks so simple but it's really tricky."

Jen smiled and dipped in again. The paddle banged against the canoe. She laughed. Terri laughed too.

"It's okay," said Terri. "Hey, not like it's our canoe anyway." They both laughed again for a moment. Then they were quiet again. It was getting warm.

"We almost didn't need our sweaters," said Jen, turning again to Terri. Bang went the paddle.

Terri agreed. "Try not to look back," she added. "Your whole body turns and so does the paddle."

Jen tried to look straight ahead, watching the canoe slide through the stillness. She began thinking again..about the morning..about last night. She reddened a bit at the memory of her masturbating in the bed right beside Terri. Glad she was already warm. She also thought of the speaker, and all her apparent fans. She burned some more. She couldn't see Terri behind her, and wondered if she should break the beautiful silence.

It was Terri who spoke next. "Are you having a good time?" she asked.

"Wonderful" replied Jen truthfully, despite her erratic paddling. She kept facing forward and concentrated on the rhythm.

"Me too," said Terri. "I just love nature. And it's good to get away from crowds sometimes."

Jen agreed.

Terri went on. "I thought maybe you were ready to get away too."

Jen looked back at Terri, trying not to twist the paddle. "What do you mean?" she asked.

Terri looked at her. "I don't think you liked the speaker very much. In fact, I think she really upset you."

Jen stopped paddling. "Yes," she said quietly. "You said you didn't like her either."

Terri stopped too. "I don't think it's a very helpful message to a lot of people." She paused and went on. "I guess for some people...some women... it just fits their lives perfectly. But they don't seem to realize that it doesn't fit others. That..." her voice trailed off for a second. "...that no matter how hard we try, we just can't fit in that way...and how it's not a bad thing...that we're not being rebellious or horrible somehow."

Jen almost forgot to breathe. "Yes," she said. She focused on Terri's "we". The canoe began to drift but neither of them noticed...Jen looking back at Terri and Terri looking at her.

Terri continued, "Anyway...I think we both kinda felt that...I thought."

Jen answered, "Yes, we did."

They were both quiet for a while, looking at each other. Then Jen said, "Terri...do you still struggle with all that stuff..about being a wife, a mother, having to figure out your life? Does it ever go away?"

"It never goes away," said Terri. "But I guess you deal with it." They both smiled at each other.

The canoe had drifted down the lake. They saw a small sandy beach coming closer. "Maybe we could take a little break," said Terri. "Want to paddle over there?" Jen agreed. She was awfully warm and her arms and shoulders were already aching.

Terri expertly steered toward the shore and they soon bumped against the bottom. Terri held the canoe steady and Jen stepped out right onto dry land. She then leaned over and held the canoe, but Terri still got one foot right in the water. "I guess it's good I wasn't wearing socks," she said, taking off her soaking shoe.

They pulled the canoe up onto the beach. The sand was warm in the sun and Jen was now downright hot and sweating. She pulled her sweater up over her head and off, her tee underneath briefly lifting up to expose her bellybutton to the cool breeze. It felt good all over. She turned and looked at Terri, who had done the same and was using her sweater to dry her wet foot.

"This is a nice spot," said Jen, looking out onto the lake. There were no cabins nearby and it seemed to be a natural beach. She saw the remains of a campfire and a beer can. "I guess it's the secret hangout."

Terri agreed, "Probably where the teenagers hang out in the summer." She sat down and stretched back in the sun. "It's so warm."

"I know, " said Jen. "I can't believe how hot and sweaty I got paddling." She sat down beside Terri. They were both in tee shirts and jeans and Terri seemed a bit red herself. They were both still and quiet for a moment, looking out at the lake.

Then Jen said, "Terri, it is so awesome that we ended up together like this. I mean...this weekend has not been what I expected, in so many different ways. But I'm so glad I met you."

Terri smiled....but a different smile, more cautious and less confident than usual. "I'm glad, too," she said. "You've been...you've been good for me."

Jen was puzzled. "Really?"

"Really."

They were quiet for a while again. Then Terri said, "We just met, but...I guess I identify a lot with you...I think maybe we have a lot of the same struggles."

"About the whole wife, mom, domestic robot thing..." said Jen.

"Yes," Terri agreed. "And..." she trailed off. "Yes. Just struggling to understand ourselves."

Jen smiled. She was beginning to feel cool again but hardly noticed. Terri turned away and looked out at the lake.

"Jen," she said.

"Yes?"

"Do you struggle with...other things too...?" asked Terri.

Jen suddenly felt frozen. She turned away toward the lake too. "Like..." The silence was suddenly horrible.

Terri said softly, "I was awake last night."

Jen felt like ice and said nothing.

"It's okay," said Terri. "It really is okay."

Jen was ready to burst into tears. "Terri...I'm so sorry."

"No," said Terri. Then she suddenly smiled and forced a little laugh. "Although, I suppose it probably broke some etiquette rules." Jen smiled a little in response. Terri took another breath and said, more boldly, "Normally we shouldn't play with ourselves until we've known the person we're with for...for.. at least a day." She forced another little laugh.

Jen suddenly went back from cold to hot. Her emotions were now really jumbled. Terri knew she had been playing with herself. Terri had heard everything, and probably saw quite a bit too...certainly the shirt...maybe even Jen topless...her breasts bare and her hands fingering her nipples and inside her panties. Jen was embarrassed. And shocked. And livid at herself. And wondering.

She laughed a bit too. "Um...I don't know what to say."

Terri smiled again, a more natural smile. "You obviously thought I was asleep."

"Oh yeah," said Jen. "I just...I don't know....I just felt...oh I don't know. It just happened," she said lamely.

Terri was still staring out at the lake. "It's okay. I mean, it's one of the biggest secrets of all that normal women play with themselves...that they struggle with sexuality and sexual feelings."

Jen agreed, then thought more about it. "I think I know what you're saying."

Terri turned and looked at her. "Are you sure?" she said.

Jen wasn't quite sure, but was really wondering now. "Well," she said. "I've definitely had...some struggles." Neither cold nor hot now, Jen felt a strange electricity inside her.

"Me too," said Terri. "Big struggles."

Jen felt almost outside her own body, watching the two of them together on that beach...warm and sweaty, disheviled in their tee shirts, ruddy and healthy in their jeans, and alone..just the two of them...talking unbelievably about masturbation and sex. Then, back in her own body, she could feel the electricity again..both inside and outside on her skin. She almost wanted to blurt out everything...even...even...about Brenda. But she held back.

Terri turned to Jen, but cast her eyes down. "Jen," she said. "Whatever you were doing last night...it freaked me out but it also just opened up a whole lot of my own thoughts and fears...not just about sex..and playing with myself...but just, even some other stuff I can't even talk about." She looked aside, not meeting Jen's gaze.

But while Terri weakened, Jen felt stronger. "I think you can, Terri. I think...I think you can tell me anything," she replied, looking right at Terri. "I think we all have stuff we feel no one else understands." She moved closer to Terri. "That we feel so ashamed of, but can't deny either." She gently put her hand on Terri's shoulder.

Terri looked up. "Really?"

"Really," Jen said. Without really thinking, she began to rub Terri's shoulder. She couldn't believe how strong and confident she felt. How alive. After a pause she asked, "Terri...do you ever find yourself attracted to other women?" 

Terri put her hand on Jen's to stop it rubbing. She still looked down. "Yes," she said. Another pause. "Jen..do...you?"

Jen spoke very softly. "Yes." It was so silent. She could feel her heart thudding, her body flushed. 

Terri spoke again. "It's just...just something that I can't seem to shake...no matter how much I pray..I ask for it to go away. And then...last night..." she trailed off.

"I'm so sorry," said Jen. "That was such a stupid and awful thing to do."

"No..." answered Terri. "It's okay. I was....I was already..." she trailed off again.

"What?" asked Jen.

Terri looked up at her. "I was already excited." Her hand was still on Jen's.

There was no talking now. Neither of them dared to speak or move. They were on the edge of a precipice. Jen was scared...almost shaking...but yet felt so alive...so excited...so wonderful. She could feel it all over her body..her skin chilled with goosebumps, her face flushed with blood...even...her breasts and nipples reacting...and...an unmistakable wetness below. She thought of how close they had been last night...how Terri saw her masturbating, saw her pleasuring herself, touching her own naked body. And at that moment, she wanted nothing more than to be naked with Terri..open, vulnerable, trusting and exploring with Terri. 

Terri gazed back at her. They slowly removed their hands.

"We should get back," said Jen. 

"Yes," Terri agreed.

They got back in the canoe and launched themselves, slowly paddling back, Jen still muddling things and Terri quietly guiding them back down the lake. They said as few words as possible, both knowing each others' unspoken thoughts. Eventually they donned their sweaters in the cool breeze. Soon they were back at the dock, both too overwhelmed to know what to say.

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It was nearly dinnertime. Jen hadn't realized how long they were gone. She went first to the bathroom while Terri returned to their room; when Jen got there, Terri was gone. She headed for dinner alone. At the dining hall, she saw Terri in line. She followed, and they again joined Terri's friends.

"Where were you guys all afternoon?" one of them asked. 

"Canoeing on the lake – it was so beautiful," answered Terri. She looked at Jen, "Wasn't it?" She seemed as cool as a cucumber. But suddenly Terri looked away from Jen; like she couldn't quite look her in the eye.

Jen agreed. The others discussed their afternoon and the conversation bantered around.

After dinner, yet another session. They scraped their plates and headed for the chapel for another round with Mrs. Perfection. Jen couldn't think of anywhere she's rather less be, but at least...at least she could avoid having to talk with Terri. 

As they entered, Terri took her arm and turned her into the back row. "Here," she said. "You can escape easier if you want." They sat together..hips touching on the narrow seats. Jen closed her eyes.

The songs were good, but Jen couldn't sing. She felt...so unsure inside. One thought, two thoughts, fourteen, fifteen, more, all twisted up together in her stomach.  

And soon Ms. Perfection began. Hair and makeup still flawless. Now it was about....Jen couldn't believe it....sexuality. Perfect wife. Perfect submission. Making sure we didn't contribute to lustful male feelings, unless they were our husbands, in which case we need to satisfy them ASAP. How we dressed. Chastity for our daughters. Abstinence. Love Waits. Men are different. We need to be perfect to help them. The problems come when we don't play our godly wife roles. We must submit to their masculine needs, help them avoid temptation. The idea that a woman might want to masturbate wasn't covered. Women loving women was definitely not mentioned, though there was a general "worldly perversions" category.




Terri and Jennifer



Jen didn't feel as enraged this time, since she had been expecting it. Instead...she thought about the beach. About Terri. About the night before. About Terri...silently watching Jen strip down and touch herself. 

Jen moved her hand to be near Terri's hand. Slowly, hesitantly, her fingers probed Terri's. 

Terri's probed back. 

They briefly locked together, then released before anyone noticed. Then Terri looked at Jen. And Jen looked at Terri.

"Do you want to go?" whispered Terri.

"Yes," said Jen.

Terri went first, then Jen. They felt completely exposed but no one seemed to notice. The speaker was railing against sex education. They went outside, and around a corner, into a dark spot. And Terri kissed Jen.

Her lips were soft, so different than the rough muzzling of a man. But it was just as fervent, just as eager, and Jen kissed back, their lips pressed together, both soft, touching and caressing, with just the faintest hint of tongues eager to join in. Their bodies pressed together, hands clutching shoulders and arms.

Jen broke away. "We have to go back to the room."

"Yes," Terri agreed.

They walked back quickly, bodies apart but electrified. By the time they got to the dorm they were almost running. Once inside the hall, with the door closed, they held hands again. Jen was ready to kiss and do more right there, but Terri whispered: "To the room." They entered and closed the door. Terri locked it while Jen pulled down the shade and double checked that the window was sealed tight.

"Jen...." said Terri. "I want you. I want you so bad."

"I want you Terri," said Jen. "I want to excite you again."

They kissed – this time, lips sealed like glue. Jen felt Terri's tongue, probing gently and hesitantly. Jen probed back. She was French-kissing another woman. It felt so incredible. It felt so free.

They still had their sweaters on. Terri gently took hold of the bottom of Jen's sweater, lifting it. Jen's shirt rose halfway up, almost to her bra this time. She didn't care. They broke free to let the sweater rise over her head. They kissed again, hands now moving freely over arms and backs. Jen began to raise Terri's sweater up; the tee came up with it. She slowed. "It's okay," said Terri. "Keep pulling." As the shirt rose, her bra appeared. Together they pulled both of Terri's tops off, their tongues pulling apart to let them pass.

"Terri," asked Jen. "Did I..did I really excite you?"

Terri smiled. "Yes," she said. "Oh yes....when you were...touching yourself...playing with yourself...taking off your shirt...."

Jen pulled her tee off. "You mean like this?" asked Jen.

Terri laughed a little. She reached back and began undoing her bra. "No..." she purred. "Like this." She took off her bra to reveal her bare breasts, as bare as Jen's had been. They were flushed and red. Her nipples were unmistakably erect. Jen was so excited. She instinctively bent down to them, and began to suck.

"Ohhhhhh." Terri buckled and they both crashed onto the bed. Jen kept sucking. She couldn't stop. She caressed the older woman's bare breasts as she kissed and played with one nipple...then the other...her fingers massaging rubbing, playing with another woman's boobs..her bare tits...every horny thought she could think of. They felt so good...tasted so good..like nothing Jen had ever experienced. She suckled Terri's nipples shamelessly, greedily, concentrating on them. Dimly she could feel the rest of her body grinding against Terri's, and the feel of Terri's hands running through her hair, gently pressing Jen closer into her body and her breasts as they writhed together on the bed.

Their hips and thighs were rubbing against each other, harder and harder against the thick denim of their jeans. Terri slowly moved one hand down Jen's neck and back, stretching to undo her bra. Jen could feel the deft one-handed unhooking, and the sudden release as her breasts were loosened and began to be...exposed. Jen kept licking and playing as Terri slipped her bra straps off her shoulders. The bra slowly fell away under their mutual grinding and now Jen was as bare-breasted and exposed as Terri. 

Terri held Jen's head again and slowly pulled Jen away from her sucking. They looked in each other's eyes and Jen slowly spoke. "Terri...you're so delicious..." she said.

"Mmm..Jen...it feels so good to have you suck my nipples," said Terri. They both spoke quietly, murmuring and purring as their thighs continued to grind slowly.

Jen continued, "Terri...would you like to suck my nipples?" She moved away a little, ensuring Terri could see her, fully exposed, nipples aflame and erect, ready to yield. At the same time, she looked up at Terri's own bare breasts, even redder, and wet with Jen's own licking. 

"Mmm..I'd love to," said Terri, moving down as Jen moved a little up, feeling the excitement of their breasts rubbing against each other. Terri slowly descended on Jen's bare, exposed tits, her lips slowly locking onto Jen's left nipple, carefully but firmly. Jen closed her eyes, and soon felt the incredible touch of Terri's flickering tongue against her.

"Ohhhh," Jen groaned. 

Terri sucked slowly and carefully, not as intensely and greedily as Jen had, but with a sensitive, firm touch of lips, tongue and fingers. Jen's eyes were still closed, lost in feeling, and she barely felt the slow movement to her other nipple...again sucking and flicking while fingers moved back and forth. Her hips began to relax as she savoured every moment, again barely noticing the moving of Terri's hand down her tummy and resting on her waist. 

Terri lifted her lips for a second and purred again, "Jen...were you excited last night?" 

Jen murmured, "Of course." She felt Terri slowly fishing along the waistband of her jeans.

"Mmm...and what were you wearing last night?" continued Terri.

"Just my panties," Jen replied. She made little purring sounds. "Mmm...do you think I should be that way again?"

"Oh yes," Terri said.

"Mmmm...would you like to help me?" asked Jen.

"Oh yes," Terri said. 

Jen lifted her ass up as she felt herself being unbuttoned..and slowly unzipped. She was going to get bare for Terri. She felt her jeans sliding off, slowly pulling over her hips and soon moving down her thighs. Terri sat up and gently worked Jen's jeans off, leaving the younger woman in nothing but her panties...just like the night before. Oooh. Jen suddenly felt very very frisky as she quivered and rubbed her bum against the sheets, while the topless Terri smiled at her.

"Is that nice?" Terri asked.

"Mmm yes," answered Jen. "But..."

"But what?" asked Terri, gently moving her finger on Jen's tummy, on the sensitive, exposed skin below her bellybutton.

"Well" Jen gave a pouty look, "Your jeans are kinda scratchy on my skin."

"Mmm..so they are," said Terri. Now it was Jen reaching to unbutton. Together they slowly unzipped Terri's pants....and Jen, hardly realizing it...began to fish inside. 

"Oooh" said Terri. She shifted over to lie down beside the nearly naked Jen. Jen let her fingers explore, rubbing against Terri's panties, feeling the hair inside them, and the wetness. With her other hand she started working off Terri's jeans, pulling and pushing. The panties started to slip off as well. 

"Mmm...get me naked, Jen" said Terri.

Jen kept pulling...sliding Terri's jeans and panties off together, revealing bare skin and bare bush. Jen stopped for a second...never had she seen another woman like this, so close...then kept pulling, as Terri helped kick her jeans off. Now Terri was naked, and began reaching over to Jen's panties to get her nude too.

But Jen moved back...and down. Now overwhelmed not just with lust and abandon but also curiosity, she wanted to touch Terri's intimacy. Her pussy. She began to slowly explore, her fingers moving through Terri's hair, deeper, feeling the slick wetness. Terri sighed and relaxed, lying crumpled on the bed, letting herself be fingered by her new friend. Jen continued to move...getting greedy again...amazed by the mix of similarity and difference..knowing from Terri's groans that she was moving closer to where she wanted to be. Where they both wanted to be. 

With Terri watching, Jen put her other hand on her own breast, caressing herself and her slick, erect nipple even as she massaged Terri. They gazed into each other's eyes as Jen then slowly moved her hand down, down, and inside her underwear. Soon she was feeling two pussies...two...mmm..bushes...and approaching two...red, inflamed, pulsing clits. So similar and yet different.

"Do you like it when I touch myself?" she asked Terri. Then she continued, "...exactly like I did last night." 

Terri quietly nodded. Then her hands came alive...one moving to massage her own breast, and the other moving down to join Jen's. She slowly moved Jen's fingers over, down a little...to the place. She quivered as Jen began to rub and flick...very gently, not too fast. 

"Ohhhhh" Terri suddenly groaned. They both froze for a second, wondering how much the sound carried, but then continued. 

"Mmmmm," Jen murmured. She closed her eyes, feeling her fingers moving slowly with Terri's between Terri's legs. Then she felt another sensation...the feel of Terri's other hand joining her other hand...on Jen's bare...pussy. Mutual masturbation, each helping the other....

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Jen woke up. The sun was shining even through the pulled curtains. She was intertwined with Terri on the bed amid the messed-up sheets. They each had their underwear back on.

Jen lay on her back, still pressed against Terri's chest and legs all tangled. She stared up at the ceiling. 

What had she done?

She remembered every moment of last night, with growing defensiveness. How far they had gone. The things they had done to each other, with each other. Part of her felt defiant - they had fucked, and so what? But the guilt was there, growing stronger, overwhelming her as she lay there silently. 

The pain was gnawing at her. She had to get up. She slowly pulled away, as Terri murmured and shifted but didn't open her eyes. Jen extricated herself from the bed. It was a good time to get busy with a shower; occupy her mind. She quickly gathered her things and headed quietly out the hall.

A couple of stalls were filled but she saw no one as she stepped in and started her own water. She began to scrub, no lingering - not entertaining any thoughts. The early morning pressure was strong and she stopped a couple of times to enjoy the warm flow. But then the thoughts rushed in and she quickly went back to scrubbing and shampooing.

She kept moving - briskly, wondering what she would do next. Soon she was done and headed back to the room. Terri was still asleep. Jen put her things away and then stood there. Thinking.

Finally she took a pen and scrap of paper and wrote a note. "Good morning, Terri....Jen" was all it said. She left it on Terri's suitcase where she was sure to see it.

Then Jen headed out. Breakfast was already being served, but she had no appetite, and felt like she'd already had three cups of coffee. Instead, she wandered through the camp, eventually ending up at the water. She sat down on the dock by the canoes.

Jen took a deep breath and carefully went through her thoughts. She had just had a lesbian sex encounter. With another married woman. At a church retreat. Wow. She could feel the pain inside her...the emptiness, the guilt she knew so well from a thousand illicit fantasies and orgasms. Yet there was a new feeling...a new guilt...toward Terri. What would happen? For all her sex chat erotica-surfing encounters, Jen had never done anything like this. This was a friendship - a very weird, intense, clothes-off one - but a genuine emotional bond. Where would this go? What would she say now to Terri? What did she want to say? 

The air was cool and fresh, and she felt a little better breathing in the clean morning air. She began to disconnect it all in her mind...stepping back. She remembered all the crap she had heard yesterday. How angry it made her feel..how she longed for release from everything. Why did it always have to be like this? Why couldn't she be free? Jen mouthed the words..."I can do all things through Him who strengthens me." She had tried so hard. So hard. So many times. She felt ready to cry. 

She heard footsteps.

It was Terri. Jen turned and gave a weak smile. She couldn't manage anything else. Terri sat down beside her, not too close. "Hey," she said.

"Hey," Jen replied. They were both quiet.

Jen decided to lay it all out. "Terri...I am a big mess right now." She began to bite her lip.

Terri wasn't smiling. She said, "I kinda am too." They were both quiet again. 

Then Jen's dam burst. She began to sob. "I just...I just want to be normal and everything and I...I can't...and now I met you and you are so nice and it was just...it really was incredible and sweet and great and yet...yet I can't...I...I just don't know....I just..." she trailed off. Then she bit down and finished. "I just want to be free." 

"Me too," said Terri quietly. "And yet..." She paused a little. "I've never felt quite like this before." She looked at Jen. They locked eyes for a second and then both turned away.

"Me too," said Jen. "But...but..."

"It's okay," said Terri. The words felt reassuring and normal. Jen knew they were true. 

They sat there quietly for a long time. The morning session was starting. There would be a service afterward, then lunch and home. 

"Let's stay here and go in for the service," said Jen. Terri nodded. They gazed over the lake. Then Jen heard Terri saying quietly, "God grant me the serenity..."

Jen joined her, "...to accept the things I cannot change. Courage to change the things I can.'

"And the wisdom to know the difference," they both concluded. They got up but didn't embrace. 

They headed in to the service. The speaker was nowhere to be seen. Terri and Jen sang and prayed, side by side but each in their own world. Jen felt new life, new strength. And new wisdom. 

She was hungry for lunch. But first they had to go back to the room and pack up. They entered together and looked at the disheveled sheets, and Terri made a quick crack: "Glad we don't have to wash these." Jen laughed. They stuffed their things into their suitcases. It didn't take long and soon they were both standing, ready to go...and Jen felt awkward again. 

Terri spoke. "I guess we don't know what happens next."

"No," said Jen.

"Tell you what," said Terri. "Before we go...I'll give you my e-mail address. It's...it's one I keep pretty private. You can find me in the phone book or whatever anyway..but..maybe we can kind of go from there."

Jen smiled. Terri wrote it out on a piece of paper. Jen took it but didn't look. "Terri...I...I just don't know." She didn't volunteer her own e-mail. The secret one.

Terri looked deep into her eyes. "Jen...don't worry. I mean...I think I want to...connect...again. But...I want you to do what you think is best." Jen was ready to burst again but kept it in. She pushed the paper in her pocket. 

They carried their stuff out by the cars and then went in for lunch. There was little conversation, as everyone was hurrying to get home, and soon Jen found herself about to get in the van with the people she still knew almost nothing about.

Terri was about to go too. Everyone was hugging goodbye, so they hugged too. Terri whispered in Jen's ear, "Just let me know." 

Jen answered, "I will." She wondered if she was lying. Still couldn't just say what she felt. 

The ride home was quiet. Everyone was tired and gearing up for the return to real life. Jen slept most of the way.

She arrived home, and her kids ran and hugged her before going back to the TV. Her hubby kissed her and carried her things in the house. "Temperature is dropping, so I lit a fire," he said. "By the way, I found your pyjamas in the dryer." He grinned. "Hope you slept nude." Jen gave him a playful smack and didn't answer. 

Jen wandered into the living room and saw the crackling flames in the fireplace. It was so nice. Everything was just right, and she felt a new peace and strength she hadn't known before. She quickly dug into her jeans and, without stopping to think, threw the paper in the fire. 

Then she stood still for a long time, regretting what she'd done.

THE END

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Terri from Tonopah



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Terri from Tonopah

I met her in the McDonalds at Tonopah. She was trying to catch a ride north, but everyone she asked turned her down. Perhaps her looking disheveled had something to do with it, but most likely it's simply because we just don't help each other the way I remember us doing years ago.

She was wearing dirty looking jeans and a jacket that had seen better days, her boots looked pretty tired, and the floppy hat did nothing for her but provide shade. She was carrying a back pack with a bedroll tied on.

I guessed her to be in her mid-twenties; maybe 5-4, light weight; possibly 100 pounds. Her hair was light brown, medium length, needing a good wash. Her face was oval with hazel eyes, and a small nose and a medium sized mouth with well-defined lips.

When she approached me, she was trying to project confidence, yet there was an underlying aura of defeat. "Are you heading north? I could really use a ride as far as you can take me."

"How far are you going?"

"Well, I'd like to get up by Pasco, Washington, but I'll settle for anything that gets me farther north. How about Reno?"

"I might be able to help. What's your name?"

"Terri. Can you help? I'd really like to get off this desert." Desperation under laid her question.

"My name is Mike. Have you had anything to eat lately?"

She sighed and with a half-smile admitted to nothing since yesterday morning.

"Well, I'm about to head out. Let's get you something and we'll hit the road."

"This isn't going to cost me is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"I...I won't put out for a ride, I'd rather walk out of here."

"Not to worry, all I ask in exchange for the ride is pleasant company."

I bought her a large burger, fries, and a milkshake and while she waited for it I made a call. We strolled out to my van and when I popped the side door open, she was confronted with Hoover, my Keeshond mix. He looked at her, then me. When I gave him a nod, he leaned forward, gave her the sniff test and then sat back.

While I gave the dog the patties I'd gotten him, she put her stuff in the back. I'm sure she eyed the bed that was made up back there, but she didn't comment on it. She jumped into the passenger seat, buckled up, and was eating before we hit the highway. Her eating wasn't pretty, but it was effective; she'd pretty much finished the solid stuff before we hit the northern edge of town. Then she settled back with the milk shake, obviously relishing it.

***

She was quiet the first ten miles or so, but soon asked me where I had been, where I was going. "I've been visiting friends down in Chandler the last few weeks, now I 'm headed back home. What brought you down here?"

"I was living with someone, and then it stopped working. Now I'm just trying to go home."

I sensed that was all she wanted to say on the subject, so I just let it go and concentrated on my driving for a while. Things were quiet for a few miles, until she looked back at Hoover and then asked about him. So we talked about dogs, then cats and other pets, then the desert and weather, and just about anything else. She was a smart gal, aware of the world and her surroundings. I had to wonder what sort of relationship she was running from. Most people don't go trekking across the desert on a whim.

We neared the town of Hawthorne about three PM, and I was more than ready to pull off for the night. I told Terri I was going to find a motel for the night, and she was welcome to stay with me; no conditions, just a chance to sleep in a bed, get a shower, and a decent meal.

"I don't know if I should..."

"Are you on a schedule? No? Ok, I said no conditions, but I'll change that. You stay with me, separate beds, get rest and food, a shower if you want. Tomorrow we'll push up to Klamath Falls, maybe Bend, then the day after I'll have you in Pasco."

"Really? All the way home? Where are you headed?"

"I live in Olympia. I can drop you in Pasco, and then slid across the mountains and home. I'll pick up Highway 12, piece of cake."

"A shower does sound good. I must be pretty strong; it's been days since I had a shower of any kind. Would you mind if I just soaked in a tub? I've done nothing but wipe-down baths for months."

"No problems. I haven't met a woman yet that doesn't enjoy a long soak. Are those the only clothes you have? Most motels have laundries, and I'm thinking you'll want to put on clean stuff after a bath."

"I can't afford a laundry. And besides, how can I bathe and wash clothes at the same time?"

"I'll wash them for you. I'll even stay with them so you can soak in peace and quiet, and I'll leave you a t-shirt to wear if I don't get back before you finish.

"Is this some kind of trick? Why are you being nice to me?"

"No trick. As to the why; I had a daughter; she'd be about your age. An abusive husband killed her three years ago. I saw you and felt I should give you a hand. If it'll help, I'll leave Hoover in the room; he'll be quiet company."

"A bath does sound good; and clean clothes...just thinking about it makes these feel even dirtier than before. Ok...I can't pass up on your offer. Can we wait to eat until I have clean clothes to wear?"

"Sure, or I can pick up something and we can eat in. It's your call. 

We spotted a Motel 6 sign for Hawthorn, so I pulled over and called them, reserving two beds on the ground floor. The thought of a bath had Terri twitching; I suspect she could feel every grain of sand on her skin.

We checked in thirty minutes later, and fifteen minutes after that she had water running in the tub. "Give me everything, underwear too, and I'll get the laundry going."

She gave me a long look, finally shrugging her shoulders and nodding, "I'll toss my undies out when I get in the tub."

The bikini bottoms, but no bra, came out, and a moment later I heard a long sigh through the door.

While she soaked I washed her laundry. The clothes were thread bare, her underwear basic and tired also.

I returned to the room almost an hour later. Hoover was asleep at the bathroom door, and Terri was apparently still in the tub. Tapping on the door and calling her name. I heard splashing and; "Huh? Oh, ok, I'll be right out."

Experience told me she'd fallen asleep in the water, and her rubbing her eyes when she came out confirmed it. However she had cleaned up and washed her hair and the difference was almost startling. Instead of a dirty waif, she now looked more like a cute girl with soft wavy hair. My shirt was baggy on her, and went half way to her knees, but still gave enough hint to the curves underneath. "Wow. You clean up pretty good. Here are your clothes, and there's a family style restaurant down the street."

"Thank you. Not just for the ride, or the food, but for the bath and the laundry; I'm beginning to feel human again. I wasn't kidding when I said I hadn't had a decent bath or shower in months. I did fall asleep in there, it felt that good. Now I'm ready to eat."

The restaurant was a small one with less than twenty tables and booths, and most of the patrons appeared to be locals, with just a few travelers. The menu was basic, but checking other tables I could see the portions were fair and well prepared. I ordered meatloaf and potatoes; she had roast beef, baked potato and a salad. She ate a little slower than earlier, but she ate it all, and with minimal talking.

When we had finished, I offered dessert; "Pie? Do they have apple pie?"

Soon she had a generous slice of apple pie ala mode, and I sipped another cup of coffee. Half way through the pie she started talking; "My boyfriend thought it would be cool if we joined a commune down by Sedona, you know, get all meta-physical, and communicate with the universe, all that New Age stuff. Only it didn't work that way. Being the Newbies in camp, we were assigned all the scut work. The crappy jobs no one else wanted. After about a month he just snuck out one night. Didn't say good bye, or come with me or anything. Just gone. Without him there I became the target of all the men in camp, and some of the women. It came down to my not even being able to eat without someone propositioning me, and nights always seemed to mean some one groping me. A week ago I finally got the nerve to walk away from them. It took me that long just to get to Tonopah."

"That doesn't sound like any valid commune I ever heard of."

"I don't know what the original philosophy was when it was founded, now it's just an excuse for a bunch of men to have women at their beck-and-call. I got used. I'm ashamed to admit it, but for a while, before Jason took off, I was almost convinced I had to be part of the sharing, but I knew better; I was just a warm body some man could plug into."

"That sort of makes me ashamed I'm male."

"So far you've treated me nicely, and I really do appreciate it. You remind me not all men are like that. Now, I'm tired, do you mind if we go back to the room and I just crash?"

***

She slept through the night; occasionally I would wake to her tossing and mumbling, but she slept 'til after eight. By then I'd gone down to the office and came back with several cups of coffee.

When she did wake, it was with a start. I gave her time to get re-oriented before offering coffee.

"Why are you being this nice? Won't your wife object to me being in your room?"

"My wife divorced me a year after my daughter died. She had to blame someone for what happened, and since she thought our son was perfect, she blamed her daughter, and by extension, me. I don't claim to understand her thinking. I fought it for a bit, then accepted and moved on."

Over at the restaurant we got breakfast, then hit the road. Terri was in a good mood, chattering away about anything and everything. I learned more about the commune; how they didn't have running water, used pit toilets, slept six to a cabin. I heard about the men lolling about the camp, being philosophical, while the women did the work. I also got hints of several people being abusive and in some cases outright sadistic. 

***

We had lunch in Reno and then drove on north and west. As we passed into California she visibly relaxed more. Clearly, the farther we got from that commune, the better she felt. We pulled into the next rest area we came to, and for the first time, Terri played with Hoover. Every other stop since Tonopah she would watch me with him, but nothing more. This time she took him and a ball to a grassy area and played a good half hour. The way she was running around, I just knew she felt freer than ever. Hoover looked exhausted; he hadn't run that much in a couple years, but when he flopped on his bed in the back seat he looked like one happy dog.

***

We stopped in Klamath Falls for the night. After dinner we returned to our room where I grabbed a quick shower, Terri took a much longer one. As she stepped in front of the vanity, the towel wrapped around her fell, and I saw scars on her back from shoulder blades down onto her upper thighs. I must have gasped aloud because she spun half around, realized she was uncovered, spun back and pulled the towel back around her. Without thinking I blurted; "What the hell happened to you? Who did that to you?"

Her eyes got very large and then tears ran down her cheeks and she began silently crying. Quickly I moved to her, wrapping her in my arms, smoothing her hair, reassuring her that all would be well. Her arms encircled my waist, and she clung to me like a drowning person clings to a raft. We stood like that for several minutes before she calmed enough to release me. "Can I tell you some things? I need to tell someone, and I think I trust you to listen to me without judging me."

"Terri...You can tell me anything you want. It's all safe with me. But who the hell striped your back like that?"

"At the commune. They did this." She was quiet for several minutes, mulling what she wanted to say. And then in a torrent of words began; "We'd been at the commune about two weeks, when one night several of the men came up to me and Jason and told us it was time to be initiated. We followed them to the tables in the center of the camp, where everyone else was gathered. They had us stand before Rory and Lynette, the leaders. Rory asked the crowd if we were to be allowed into the group. Someone shouted we should be tested, and Lynette called for a voice vote. The crowd chanted for the test, and the men moved toward us. Jason and I thought they'd have us doing things like you see in movies about sororities and frats, so we weren't worried. But then the men grabbed me, pulled my clothes off and laid me on a table. Jason tried helping me, so they stripped him and forced him face down on another table."

She took a long, shuddering breath. The look in her eyes just broke my heart. "Then they raped us. I don't know how many men had me, I didn't count. And I don't know how many took him, but later he was bleeding. I wasn't, but I might as well have because I was that raw. He was different after that...withdrawn...haunted looking. A couple weeks later he was gone."

"How did you get the scars?"

"I fought those bastards as long as I could, but even the women were against me. I guess I was just supposed to accept it the way they did, but I wouldn't. So they whipped me. Some of the other women had some scars, But not as many as ME! Mike, I fought them as long as I could. And when they did fuck me, I gave them nothing; no emotion, no tears, not a word. And when I did get a chance to get away, I took it. My gear was packed in five minutes one night, and I was gone."

"What's next for you?"

"Go home. Hope my folks will let me stay until I can get on my feet. Then get a job and start over. I've got an associate degree in Dental Hygiene from Columbia Basin Community College, and some work experience, I'll get something. If nothing else, the last three months have taught me I can survive anything."

She had finally wound down. Slumped before me, the towel loosely wrapped around her, she looked like a little lost girl. Looking totally exhausted, she crawled into bed, curled into a small ball, and went to sleep. I turned off the lights, and sitting in a chair looking out the window at the parking lot pondered how cruel some humans can be to others.

***

The next morning we dressed, had breakfast and hit the road. This would be my last day with Terri, as we would be in Pasco in five hours or so.

She was quiet. Maybe last night had re-opened wounds. "Are you ok?"

She sighed; "Yeah, I'm alright. Thanks for listening to me. I'll have to tell my folks what happened, and telling you first may make telling them a little easier."

"I'm sure they'll be there for you. If my daughter had come to me I'd have moved heaven and earth to help her. Maybe I could have saved her life if I'd known..."

"What's that saying...'If wishes were horses, we'd all be kings'? If I'd known what they were like, I'd have never gone there. I'm sure Jason wouldn't either. I wonder how he's doing..."

At one of our rest stops I gave her my phone number; "If you ever need help, call me. Day or night. I couldn't help Jess, but I can help you."

"Mike, you're the best thing to happen to me in a very long time. Thank you from the bottom of my heart."

***

We crossed the Columbia a little after three, and the closer we got to Pasco, the quieter she got. She directed me to her parents' farm on the outskirts of town, and I took her to the door. The place had a seedy look to it, time, or the owner, had not been kind to that house, and the out buildings had the same run-down look.

I was getting a strange feeling, and I hoped I was wrong. "Do you want me to wait? You know; in case no one's home?"

"No...It'll be fine. I'm ok." I could hear the trepidation in her voice, but she was determined to come home.

"Alright. Remember, if you need help, call me. Anytime. I mean it."

"Thanks Mike, you don't know how much that means to me."

I waited while she knocked on the door, and a tired looking woman answered the door. Terri spoke to her for a moment and then stepped inside. The door closed behind her.

***

I was less than an hour down the road when my cell phone rang; "Mike? It's Terri. Is that offer of help real?"

"Of course. What's going on? Are you ok? Where are you?"

"My dad kicked me out. Called me all kinds of names, then threw me out. He wouldn't even let me get my pack. I don't have anything but the clothes I'm wearing."

"Where are you, I'm heading back at the next exit."

"Do you remember the white farm house with the green roof? That's the Robinsons. They let me use their phone so I could call you. He wants to go over and kick the hell out of my dad."

"I may just join him. I'm thirty minutes away."

***

The Robinsons were the prototypical grandparent types; cheerful and kind. They were visibly upset by the treatment Terri had received from her father. We talked a bit, Terri explaining how I'd helped her get home, and of my offer of help. Mr. Robinson and I determined to get Terri's few possessions. He was quite willing to punch out Terri's dad if he got the chance. This guy was a farmer; he may have been in his sixties, but he looked to be all muscle.

There was no confrontation. Not that Mr. Robinson and I didn't want one; her parents refused to open the door. Terri's few things had obviously been thrown out in the dirt driveway, and were covered in dust. We picked them up, and returned to his house where Terri and Mrs. Robinson were waiting anxiously.

Terri ran to me, wrapping arms around my waist, thanking me for coming back, asking what she could do now. All her determination had been washed away by her parents.

"You'll come home with me. I have a large house, and only Hoover and I to fill it. You'll find a job, and get on with your life."

I gave the Robinsons my contact info, and got theirs in return, promising that we would keep them informed.

***

We spent the night at Yakima, then came on to Olympia the next day.

***

Hoover and I showed Terri her room, and when she emptied her pack, her clothes wouldn't fill half of one dresser drawer. She moved through the house, oohing and aahing over the space, the style, the way it felt so welcoming. "Until the economy went bust, I built houses. This one encompasses all the best features."

"So, what do you do now? I mean besides rescue maidens?"

"Mostly living off investments, but the divorce did put a crimp in that. Fortunately my wife didn't want the house. Otherwise I've picked up the odd remodel job now and then."

***

The next day we went to the mall where she picked out some clothing. While she was busy at that, I called my Dentist, a man I'd been seeing for years. I explained, somewhat, about Terri and asked if he knew of anyone in need of a hygienist.

"Send her over on Monday, about three, and I'll talk to her. I can't promise anything, but I'll ask some of the other offices if they need help. When did you start picking up strays anyway?"

"Gary, she was like a bird with a broken wing. She needed a ride, and I couldn't turn her down. I kept thinking about Jessie."

"I'll see what I can do"

***

Gary hired her, beginning the following week, on a trial basis. She proved a good worker, and with his recommendation also joined another office twice a week.

She saved her pay and was soon able to buy her own clothes and after several months, a car.

***

Meanwhile my sister, Claire, had taken her under her wing. I had called Claire while Terri waited on her food at McD's in Tonopah: she liked to know about changes in my travel plans. The day after getting home, Claire came over to meet Terri, and when I filled her in she called her doctor, insisting Terri have a full checkup. 




Terri from Tonopah: The Alternative



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Terri from Tonopah, the alternative story

I met her in the McDonalds at Tonopah. She was trying to catch a ride north, but everyone she asked turned her down. Perhaps her looking disheveled had something to do with it, but most likely it's simply because we just don't help each other the way I remember us doing years ago.

She was wearing dirty looking jeans and a jacket that had seen better days, her boots looked pretty tired, and the floppy hat did nothing for her but provide shade. She was carrying a back pack with a bedroll tied on.

I guessed her to be in her mid-twenties; maybe 5-4, light weight; possibly 100 pounds. Her hair was light brown, medium length, needing a good wash. Her face was oval with hazel eyes, and a small nose and a medium sized mouth with well-defined lips.

When she approached me, she was trying to project confidence, yet there was an underlying aura of defeat. "Are you heading north? I could really use a ride as far as you can take me."

"How far are you going?"

"Well, I'd like to get up by Pasco, Washington, but I'll settle for anything that gets me farther north. How about Reno?"

"I might be able to help. What's your name?"

"Terri. Can you help? I'd really like to get off this desert." Desperation under laid her question.

"My name is Mike. Have you had anything to eat lately?"

She sighed and with a half-smile admitted to nothing since yesterday morning.

"Well, I'm about to head out. Let's get you something and we'll hit the road."

"This isn't going to cost me is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"I...I won't put out for a ride, I'd rather walk out of here."

"Not to worry, all I ask in exchange for the ride is pleasant company."

I bought her a large burger, fries, and a milkshake and while she waited for it I made a call. We strolled out to my van and when I popped the side door open, she was confronted with Hoover, my Keeshond mix. He looked at her, then me. When I gave him a nod, he leaned forward, gave her the sniff test and then sat back.

While I gave the dog the patties I'd gotten him, she put her stuff in the back. I'm sure she eyed the bed that was made up back there, but she didn't comment on it. She jumped into the passenger seat, buckled up, and was eating before we hit the highway. Her eating wasn't pretty, but it was effective; she'd pretty much finished the solid stuff before we hit the northern edge of town. Then she settled back with the milk shake, obviously relishing it.

***

She was quiet the first ten miles or so, but soon asked me where I had been, where I was going. "I've been visiting friends down in Chandler the last few weeks, now I 'm headed back home. What brought you down here?"

"I was living with someone, and then it stopped working. Now I'm just trying to go home."

I sensed that was all she wanted to say on the subject, so I just let it go and concentrated on my driving for a while. Things were quiet for a few miles, until she looked back at Hoover and then asked about him. So we talked about dogs, then cats and other pets, then the desert and weather, and just about anything else. She was a smart gal, aware of the world and her surroundings. I had to wonder what sort of relationship she was running from. Most people don't go trekking across the desert on a whim.

*** 

As we approached Hawthorne I watched for the motel I'd been told about. Checking in, I asked for a back room, ground floor, so I could walk my dog. I drove around to the back, parking in front of the room. It wasn't the best I'd seen, but not a shit hole either. 

"If you want, you can get a shower, then we'll get some food."

While she showered, I let the others in. They sat on the beds, waiting.

"Did you bring my money?"

"We need to see the merchandise first. I want to be sure it's our run away."

"Have you heard anything about the boy friend?"

"He's been spotted in the Phoenix/Mesa area, but that was ten days ago. If you find him, we'll double your fee for this one. But I think you'll earn it."

We heard the shower stop; so everyone was quiet. Hoover sat in a corner; he'd seen this play out several times so it didn't excite him.

She stepped out of the bathroom, turning to the mirror; she started to brush her hair when she saw the other four. Screaming, she dropped to the floor; trying to get away.

They waited a moment, and then moved in. Grabbing her kicking feet and flailing arms, they dragged her further into the room. Quickly a gag was slapped into her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes. Just before they disappeared she looked to me; "Why?" was in them.

She was hustled out to their van and I handed her backpack to one of them.

The leader stepped into the room long enough to hand me an envelope. "Call me when you get the other. His picture is in there with the money."

***

I started bounty hunting when my Private Investigation business went bust. Well actually when my wife divorced me (something about me liking boys), she cleaned me out. Left me with nothing but my clothes, my van, and my dog. I'm good at finding run-aways, but there isn't a lot of money in finding the usual bunch of kids that boogie. Most of the time the folks are just going through the motions, so you can imagine how little I really got.

I found there were a few communities in the West that didn't want their "volunteers' un-volunteering, and were willing to pay a good bounty

The first couple of cases I found kicked up a lot of fuss when I handed them over and it did bother me a bit, but hey, business is business. Besides, they deserved it; you can't just walk away from a community. They are depending on everyone doing their fair share.

Take this stupid bitch Terri, she was a slacker, just wanted to lie around doing dope. That's what Rory told me when I took the contract. I didn't really care. She deserved what ever happened, just because she didn't do her part in the camp.

Stupid Bitch, what's she doing trusting strangers? That's just dumb. Well, I don't care. I got my money. Fuck her n to the next one.

She'll be alright.

Won't she?

*******



Terri from Tonopah



I wasn't there, but understand Claire cried when she saw Terri's back. The doctor prescribed ointments for the scars and then gave her a full exam; pronouncing her disease free

***

Over the next few months we settled into life together; I worked, she worked, we both cooked and cared for the house. She loved caring for the flower beds I had ignored. When I had the time I worked on a plywood kayak in my shop. And every night she stretched out on her bed and I applied ointment to her scars.

At first she was embarrassed to be lying nude while I massaged the salve into her from shoulders to knees, but over time she relaxed. I found it difficult to be massaging her slim back without reacting badly. The longer I massaged, the more it became caresses. The more it became caresses, the more Terri responded. Soon she was moaning as I smoothed the salve into her back and legs, and she would lift her hips when I massaged her scarred buttocks. I found myself running a finger down between her cheeks, each time going a little lower. She responded by opening her legs a little at a time, offering easier access every night.

***

"What are you going to do?"

"About what?" Claire had dropped by for her weekly visit. Usually she came by on the weekend, when Terri was home, but this was Thursday and Terri was at work.

"You know what. That girl is in love with you. And I think you love her too. Am I right?"

"I treat her like a daughter, you're mistaken about the rest, we're just friends."

"Mike, Mike, Mike. You're probably the nicest guy I know. And the blindest. So either you're lying to me, to yourself, or both. But I've seen enough when I've been around the two of you. Sometime soon you will have to do something. Just don't do the wrong thing; as strong as she acts - she's still fragile. Those people hurt her a lot."

"That's the problem; almost anything I do has the potential of going wrong, and then she could be worse off. I don't want to hurt her too. Christ, even her folks kicked her out. I do love her, but I'd rather lose her than hurt her."

"Have you talked to Terri about this?"

"Good God no! I don't know how I would even broach the subject."

"Well someone has to, and the sooner the better."

***

Saturday Claire came by for her usual visit; after chatting a while she invited Terri out for coffee and some shopping. Now, they'd gone shopping many times before, but this time I sensed Claire had another motive. I didn't say anything, but I'm sure the questioning look I threw my sister registered.

***

About three they returned. Well, that's to say Claire dropped Terri off and drove away. "Mike, where are you?"

"Hey, I'm in the den, how'd your shopping go?"

"Oh pretty good. I didn't see anything I had to have, and Claire wasn't really shopping either. We just sat around having coffee and watching people."

"That must have been interesting. Where were you?"

"Oh we were down by the Farmers Market. Is it true? You know, she can be pretty blunt at times. Do you know what Claire said?"

Fortunately I wasn't sipping my coffee or it would have gone everywhere. "Uh..."

Yeah, real sharp, I know. "What did she say?"

"You love me. Is it true?"

Her hand on my arm was light as a feather, yet I felt the firmness of her grip. Looking in her eyes, I knew I couldn't lie, but I worried my next words would send her away. It seemed forever before I could answer, so I just nodded my head. Taking her hands in mine I led her to the couch. "Terri, I probably fell in love with you in Tonopah, I definitely loved you by the time I brought you home. I know I love you now."

"Oh Mike." She slipped into my arms. "I love you too. You were my hero when I really needed one."

"I didn't do anything but give you a ride."

"Not that. You came back for me. That's when I fell in love with you."

***

Dinner was quiet; each with our own thoughts. We didn't say much, but we sat a little closer, she would touch my hand, give a small smile. I felt a desire to touch her as well; there was a lighter feeling within me.

After dinner we took Hoover for a walk. I don't think either of us felt like sitting; I know I didn't. Hand in hand we walked, commenting on the weather, other yards, anything but what was really on our minds. 

By the time we had circled back to the house I'd determined I would do whatever I could to make her happy. In the den I pulled her to my lap; "I love you. I'm still getting used to saying that. What can I do to make you happy?"

Cuddled against me, an arm around my neck, she looked me in the eye. "Mike, you don't have to do anything. I've been happy ever since we came home. You've cared for me. You found me a job, clothed me. You didn't ask for anything in return; you let me heal. Whether you knew it or not; every day you showed me you loved me."

"Honey I'm a man. I have to solve things; that's my nature. Your needs were my chance to solve something..."

"So you're saying me sitting on your lap is a problem? Let me up."

"Don't you dare get up. I like you here. It feels good, natural."

With a smile on her face she said; "It does, doesn't it? Can we do this a lot?"

"Oh yeah, we will. But now I have a question; where we go from here? Do you want to just see how we adjust, get married, I don't know ... In a way I haven't been in this kind of a situation in over twenty years. It's almost like I'm starting over in building a relationship."

"Shh, don't worry your pretty little head. Mike, we already have the relationship. We're just going to go on like we have. But there will be one change."

"Ok Boss, what's this change?"

"No separate beds. From now on we sleep together. You don't snore do you?"

"Well, it never woke me up."

===============

"You're mine now. Hold me tight for a minute (...) I've wanted that feeling since we met. 

***

She came to me that night. Her hair brushed and glossy. Light makeup. And that was all; no clothes, nude. Just realizing that she was offering all of herself humbled me.

Before I could do more than whistle, she said; "Now you listen to me, I've been waiting months for you to realize you love me. We aren't going to play games here. You've been the perfect gentleman all this time, and I thank you for that. It's given me time to heal. That's over; from now on you will treat me just like any other woman coming to your bed. I'm going to turn around slowly; look me over, all of me. There will be a test later. As you can see, my breasts are high and firm, they are yours to play with. My legs are toned and shapely. I want you spending a lot of time caressing them. My ass, well you've been playing with that for a while now, don't ever stop. Yes, there are still remnants of my scars, but you've done a wonderful job on them. Now, you have seen everything, do you have any questions?"

"Yeah ... I do have one."

"What's that?"

"Why are you still standing there?"

With a squeal she jumped on me and I wrapped her in my arms.

We didn't make wild passionate love that night. We explored each other; kissing and licking but especially touching and caressing. She cried at one point and I asked why. "I'm so happy. You're treating me the way I've never been before, and it's without conditions. Ever since we met, this is how it's been. I love you."

***

When Claire came by on Sunday she just looked at us and smiled. "Now isn't that better?"

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Terri Gets Me Excited At Work



Terry emailed me at work telling me about a wild party her and her husband went to the other night. She told me about how she met up with another couple there and really hit it off. She told me about how sexy she thought this woman's husband was. And how pretty the wife was. I starting getting very excited reading her email. Throughout the email she described how the four of them flirted all night long. She even found herself dancing kind of dirty with the wife.

In a way I felt hurt that she was telling me this. But I was also getting very horny too. As I read I fantasized that it was me and my husband instead. That really did it for me. I was wet in no time and aching for relief.

Terry's email ended by saying that when the night was over, the wife and her shared a passionate kiss goodbye and the husbands exchanged phone numbers to "do this again sometime." They went home and had the best sex they'd had in a long time.

As I sat there day dreaming about how it must have felt to kiss her – my hand slipped under the desk, up my skirt and touched my pussy through my wet panties. I ran my middle finger up my slit to my clit then back down again. I pushed my panties into my pussy just a little bit - then back out and up to my clit to rub it some more. Just as I started to slide my hand underneath my panties so I could touch myself without the distraction of my panties – it hit me. Oh my God! I'm sitting here at work masturbating in plain view. Quickly I looked up to survey my surroundings. Everyone seemed to be clueless to what I had been doing – except for maybe Laura.

Laura is the only person that sits behind me. I became flush. My heart started to pound. What if she saw me? What would she say? Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed!

To avoid the situation and to get out of there, so I could calm down, I get up to go to the restroom. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Laura seemed to be working and not staring at me with her jaw on the desk. As I walked the entire length of the department I couldn't help but feel everyone's eyes on me. I felt like everyone saw me sitting at my desk – masturbating! My head felt hot – but for some reason I was still completely horny. By the time I got to the bathroom I felt less ashamed and more like an exhibitionist. I was tingling all over.

I walked into the ladies bathroom, quickly found a stall and went inside and closed the door behind me. I stood facing the toilet for a minute when I realized I was alone in the bathroom and dripping with desire to finish masturbating. Without another thought I pulled my panties down to my ankles turned around and sat on the toilet. I spread my legs as far as I could, lifted up my skirt and quickly brought my fingers to my swollen clit. I let out a moan, which caught me off guard. I was hornier than I even thought. So horny in fact that I was very close to an orgasm. As I worked my clit I brought my other hand to my soaked hole. Easily two fingers slid in and again I let out a moan. This was incredible! I'd never masturbated in public before. It was so thrilling! 

My mind was all over the place. I was thinking about masturbating in public and fantasizing about Terri that I never even heard the door to the bathroom open. Suddenly, there was a quite knock on my stall. Instantly I stopped fingering myself – but it was too late to stop my orgasm from coming. My body started to shake, my legs quivered and my breathing was audible. 

"Are you OK in there, Susan?" 

All I could get out of my mouth was a grunt. I was cumming harder than I had cum in a long time. I was trying to get control of myself as fast as I could but it just wasn't working. I could feel another orgasm coming. I was in a panic over being caught – but my body was in heaven! There on the other side of the door, less than two feet from me, was another woman; who knew that I was fucking myself. 

"Susan ..." the voice trailed off. Suddenly I heard her yell out. I opened my eyes to find her peeking under the stall. She was looking right up at me, with my panties down, skirt up, hands holding open my throbbing pussy and shuddering in orgasmic bliss. She was staring directly into my pussy then moved her eyes to meet mine. It was Laura.

Without even thinking about it I unlocked the stall door and opened it. Laura was still on her knees staring at me. She had a huge smile on her face. Before I knew it I was rubbing my clit again. Another orgasm was quickly coming. I watched as Laura crawled into the stall and right up to my pussy. Our eyes never left each others. That is until she stuck her tongue out and lowered it onto my quivering pussy. I grabbed the back of her head and started thrusting up and down on her face. Her tongue was amazing. And she looked so beautiful in between my legs. She managed to work a couple of fingers inside of me and easily found my G-spot. She really knew what she was doing! She fucked and licked me to a couple more orgasms before she stood up, lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down to the floor. She looked down on me with my juices all over her face then reached out with her hand put it on the back of my head and pulled it to her mound. It felt like slow motion. As her pussy got closer to my face I could smell her excitement. Once my nose touched her timed pubic hair, I stuck out my tongue and hesitantly inched forward – not knowing what to expect. When my tongue touched her pussy lips I felt her warm juices. She was soaking wet. I moved my tongue up, spreading her lips. And that's when it happened. I fell in love with eating pussy. I grabbed the back of her ass and pushed it into my face, trying to get my tongue as deep as I could into her pussy. She rubbed the back of my head and started moaning. I was really in heaven now! And so was Laura. Her legs started to quiver and I knew that she was getting close. I pulled my tongue from her warm pussy and ran it over her clit. She jumped with excitement and started telling me how close she was and to continue licking her clit.

It didn't take long and she was cumming! It felt so wonderful to get her off. Even more gratifying then when getting my husband off. My face was soaked by the time she stepped back lifted her panties and lowered her skirt. I was coming off another orgasm when she looked me in the eyes, said I was a great cunt licker then turned and walked out.

It took me a couple of minutes to recover. And by the time I got back to my desk there was an email from Cara, another co-worker of mine. As I read it I couldn't stop shaking. She saw everything and if I didn't meet her in the bathroom in 5 minutes she was going to tell my supervisor. I looked up from my monitor and over to Cara who was sitting looking right at me with a "you better fuck me good" look on her face.



Terri Goes All the Way



It happened, not quite like this but very close. 

It was so fucking erotic watching my young wife grinning at me, totally into it, getting fucked by another man. She was riding his big fucking cock totally naked, telling me how fucking huge he was and how good it felt inside her.

"Oh, God, baby. He is so fucking huge," she said, grinning as he gripped her tiny waist and really started pounded his cock up into her. 

"Ohhhhfuckkkkkyessssss," she wailed as she came on his cock, her face aglow, flushed and excited, working his cock with her tight cunt muscles like she loves to work mine only his was a bit bigger and she was loving it.

She was sitting astride him in his lap facing me as her lithe, sexy young body rose up and down on his huge fucking cock. He had to be close to nine inches long and at least six inches around. His hands were mauling her C cup tits, pinching her thick nipples. Her head was back, moaning as he reamed her.

She and I had talked many times about her fucking other men but Terri had been resistant. So Max and I had plied her with good wine and he had given her a couple of chocolates that were spiked with Ecstasy and other stimulants to get her super horny. I had done my part by getting her to dress really sexy for Max, telling her that he had the hots for her.

"Really," she said, giggling after a couple of drinks before we left for his place when I suggested the tiny little wrap around skirt, that was really a sarong for her bikini and the tiny backless halter top and her sexy stilettos.  I told her she should let him see how beautiful and sexy she is. She went along with all of it because she loves to dress slutty and turn men on.

"I look like a cheap little slut," she had said when she saw herself in the mirror before we left. I'd come in behind her and told her she looked sexy as hell and assured her that Max would love it.

She laughed and protested as took her panties off and made her step out of them.

"He'll think I'm a whore," she said, giggling, taking another sip of wine. I'd taken her out dressed like this lots of times before and fucked her like a hooker, half naked in a dirty alley. Its her favorite fuck, to pretend she's a hooker and have me strip her naked and fuck her in an alley. This was different, she said. 

"I'll fuck you when we leave, in an alley somewhere like you love it. Give him a thrill, baby. He thinks you are so hot!!!"

Terri laughed, cuddled with me and said she really loves it when I screw her like a tramp, naked in an alley. "Okay, I guess," she said, grinning at me, agreeing to go to Max's place dressed like a cheap little street whore. "You think it'll turn him on if I go dressed like this...?" she asked again, checking herself in the mirror again.

I found it encouraging that she was asking if it would turn Max on if she went to her place like she was rather than refusing to go.

"He'll fucking love it, baby... you'll get him hard the second he sees you," I said, pressing my boner into her cute little ass, making her giggle.

"You think I'll get him hard if I go there dressed like this?" she asked, grinning at me, lifting the front of her tiny skirt to stroke her shaved cunt.  Terri was horny. She gets that way after a few drinks. She wasn't drunk or anything, just a bit buzzed. The thing I love about Terri is that she is an insatiable slut. She loves to fuck and loves porn of any kind. She loves it when I call her a whore when I'm fucking her naked in a dirty alley or on her back in our bed.

"Lets go before I change my mind," she giggled, rubbing my boner with her hand.

In the car I slid my hand over her left thigh and down between her legs. Terri giggled and spread her legs and let me finger her. She loves it when I finger her when I'm driving.

"You're getting me so fucking horny, baby," she said moaning and writhing on my finger. It didn't take much to get her off.

"Ohhhhmmyyygodd, baby. That felt so fucking good. I can't wait for you to fuck me," she said as I continued to gently stroke her all the way to Max's. 

As soon as we parked the car in front of Max's place and I got out and came around to help Terri out she was hesitant again and said she wasn't sure she should go to Max's dressed like such a slut.

"You're beautiful, baby. Max thinks you're really beautiful. You're a pin-up, a centerfold!! Let him see how really beautiful you are," I said, sliding my arm around her tiny waist, leading her into his building. She was giggling and telling me she feels like a cheap little whore.

"I really want to get fucked, baby. I'm so fucking horny," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as we entered the elevator and hit the button for Max's penthouse. 

Terri is 24, a little over 5' tall and only 100 pounds. She's a petite little thing but really beautiful, has long dark hair down to her waist, a really nice set of firm C cup tits, a tiny 19" waist, slender 32" hips, and really beautiful legs. She is a fucking doll. I'm 40 and totally in love with her. Max is 44 and really has the hots for her. 

Max and I hoped we could get Terri to strip for him and let him fuck her. That was our goal. Max was feeling confident we could do it if I brought her over dressed like a slut and a bit buzzed on some wine. He assured me he had a treat for her that would take her over the edge.

Terri and I were kissing in the elevator, her hand on my boner when the elevator stopped at Max's penthouse level.  She giggled and let me lead her out into the upper lobby. Max whistled when he saw her and told her she was incredibly beautiful. It brought a big smile to her face. She let Max slide his arm around her tiny waist and lead her into his fabulous penthouse and even let him kiss her.

We'd been in Max's penthouse before for parties and each time he had come onto her and she had politely rebuffed him, adding to his lust for her.

"God I wish you were my girlfriend," he said, telling her she is so sexy, holding her in his arms, smiling at her. Terri blushed and surprised  the shit out of me by standing on her tip toes, holding his head in her hands and giving him a kiss. It was a first. Max and I saw it as a good sign. The wine was working.

"We can pretend I'm your girlfriend if you want for awhile tonight," she said, turning in his arms to look at me, pulling them around her as she winked at me. She was excited. I could see it in her eyes. She lifted one of his hands and placed it on her tits and let him fondle her and grinned at me.  Wow this was great.

After a second or two she broke away, laughing. She walked to the window and asked Max if he had any good wine for her.

"Coming up - have chocolates just for you too if you like," he said, causing Terri to immediately turn and look for the chocolates. He lifted a small silver tray and offered them to her. She took two and wolfed them down grinning at me.  Max handed her a glass of wine. She immediately took a long sip. Max made signals with his hands behind her telling me the chocolates were spiked. I nodded and stayed away from them. He mouthed the word Ecstacy.

Terri started to move to the erotic music he had on in a very provocative and sexual way, like she was seducing me and Max.  She grinned and winked like she knew she was being a seductress. Max said he loved the way she moved and after watching her move for awhile he eventually slid in behind her and wrapped her in his arms, nuzzling her neck, kissing her neck, telling her she really turned him on.  Terri seemed to like this. I had the feeling the Ecstasy was working its magic and exciting her.

"Mmmmmm," she said, moving with him, eyes closed, wrapping her arms around his arms, slowly lifting his hand to her breasts. She opened her eyes and grinned at me when she did, then let him caress her breasts and closed her eyes again as the two of them slowly danced together.

It happened slowly and beautifully. His hand slid up under her tiny top, lifting it out of the way so he could caress her bare breasts. Terri moaned when he did this but did nothing to stop him. She loved it.  She can be a sexy little cat and a total little slut when she gets turned on.

I moved in behind the two of them, pulled the cord at her neck and the other cord in the middle of her back and let the tiny top slide off her and fall to the floor. Terri didn't seem to care in the least that she was suddenly topless because Max was really working her bare tits and clearly turning her on.

I heard her moan and saw her hand between them, obviously working Max's big boner. Her eyes were still closed and Max was busily working her bare tits and sliding his hand down her flat tummy to her cunt. I watched her spread her legs and move her hips when his hand cupped her cunt then lifted her tiny skirt and gently caressed her bare cunt, fingering her sensitive clit.

"Ohhhhhmyyygoddyouresooobig," I heard her say as she slowly turned in his arms, slid an arm around his neck and kiss him on the lips, her eyes still closed, her other hand working his boner. Max was holding her ass and mauling her bare tits.  I pulled the cord on her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Neither seemed to notice Terri was now totally naked. I sensed the Ecstasy and wine were doing their thing, that Terri was super horny.

She surprised us when she pushed Max down onto the couch, dropped to her knees, undid his pants then took out his big hard cock and started sucking him.

"Ohhhmmmyyygooddddd," she wailed as she sucked him, her hand between her legs working her clit like she was in another world, like she was sucking me. She loves big cocks.

I sat back and watched. It was incredibly erotic to see my totally naked beautiful young wife on her knees sucking another man's big hard cock and clearly loving it. It was my dirty fantasy come true. I fucking loved it.

I stroked my boner through my pants and watched her swallow his shaft and stroke it with her hand. Then, as if she in a trance, she moved up, turned, sat in Max's lap, facing me, straddling him like a lap dancer, looked down, guided his big fucking cock into her tight wet cunt, pushed down and proceeded to fuck him.  I was totally stunned and really turned on. She was being so wild and so wanton and carefree. The perfect slut.

"Oh, God, baby. He is so fucking huge," she said, opening her eyes and looking at me as she fucked him, grinning at me as he gripped her tiny waist and really started pounded his cock up into her. 

"Ohhhhfuckkkyessssss," she wailed as she started to cum on his cock, her face aglow, flushed and excited, working his cock with her cunt muscles like she loves to work mine only his was a bit bigger and she was loving it.

I watched his entire cock disappear inside her then emerge again totally wet with her juices as she lifted and lowered her hips and fucked Max's huge fucking cock.  Terri was really turned on.

"Fuck me, Max... fuck me with your monster," she squealed as she came, loving it when he pounded his cock into her and took her over the edge.

"Yessssssssssssssss," she hissed as she fucked him and totally got into it with him like she had been fucking him for years.  Seeing her doing him like a total fucking whore was so fucking erotic.

"Oh, baby, I've got to have this beautiful fucking cock screwing me regularly from now on," she said looking directly at me, riding his cock like a whore, coming on his huge fucking cock, surprising the shit out of me and Max when she said that. I never expected she'd want to fuck Max on a regular basis from now on and neither did Max. "Several times a week..." she added, telling Max she'd be his girlfriend and his whore but he had to promise that he'd use her like a dirty little whore and fuck her a lot, all the time, from now on.

This was fucking wild and way beyond my wildest dreams. She was fucking Max like a whore and telling him she wanted him to use her as a dirty little whore, that she wanted to be his whore, that she wanted to have him fuck all the time.

"This is perfect, baby," Terri said smiling at me as she and Max continued to fuck right there in front of me, Terri totally naked, Max totally dressed. "I'm glad you talked me into dressing like a whore for Max... being his dirty little whore. I fucking love it, baby."

Max lifted her legs all the way up, folded her in half in front of him, turned her around, lay her on her back on the couch and got into fucking her, stripping off his clothes as he did. I took my cock out and stroked it as he fucked her. It was like watching a live porn movie. Terri and Max were really loving it.

"OhhhGodddyesssss Max... fuck me with your big fucking cock," Terri wailed as he really got into it.

"Oh baby, I've wanted to screw you for a long time," Max wailed as he reamed her. Terri's arms were around his neck and her legs were wrapped around his waist, lifting her hips to take him deep.

Every so often Terri would grin at me stroking my cock, watching them and tell me she loves it and is going to let Max use her as his whore from now on.

"I love having his huge fucking cock inside me, using me as his whore, fucking me baby," she wailed, over and over again as Max fucked her. It was the night things changed for us, significantly. It was the night that Terri truly became a whore.

It wasn't long before they fell onto the carpet beside the couch, still fucking as they did, laughing and holding each other, and humping like two animals in heat. They fucked in all kinds of positions, with her on her back and her side, on her hands and knees then flat on her tummy, then riding his cock like a whore in a whore house.  He shot his load into her and continued to fuck her, his cock still big and hard. Terri fucking loved it and kept wanting more.

At some point Max carried Terri into his bedroom with his cock deep inside her and resumed fucking her on his bed. I stood in the doorway and watched the two of them go at it for at least an hour.

"Go home and go to bed, baby," Terri finally said, grinning at me as he fucked her.  "I'll see you tomorrow," she added, her arms and legs still wrapped around Max, still fucking him.

I did what she suggested, leaving her naked with Max, the two of them screwing like animals, stroking my cock in the car, reflecting on her getting screwed by Max, riding his big fucking cock. I got off in our bed at like midnight then started wondering if maybe I went too far, if this might turn bad for us. I was so smashed from the wine I crashed.

"Hey, baby," Terri said, full of energy sometime late morning, grinning at me as she crawled naked into bed, smelling of sex, pealing off the covers, reaching for my cock, sucking me.

Terri and I got into it like she and Max had the night before, fucking like wild animals, like she was horny as hell and couldn't get enough.

"That was so fucking wild last night with Max," she said as she rode my boner and leaned in and kissed me.  She told me she loved me for having her dress like a whore for him and letting her be a dirty little whore for him. "So fucking exciting to be a dirty little whore for him and have him fuck me so good," she added, kissing me as she fucked me.

She talked about how he used her like a dirty little whore, reamed her over and over again, came in her cunt, then made her take it anally, then came in her ass. "He used me like a dirty little whore, baby. I fucking loved it," she said as she fucked me.

The two of us fucked like animals for over an hour then I shot my load into her mouth and she totally crashed. I don't think she slept the entire night. She came to late afternoon while I was watching football, a big smile on her face, totally naked, grinning at me, sliding into the couch beside me, cuddling. I slid my arm around her and leaned in and kissed her.

"My cunt is throbbing from being a whore for you and Max," she said, grinning as she rearranged herself across my lap, looking at me, reaching into my lap, caressing my boner through my jeans, then undoing my fly, taking my cock out, sucking it like a good little whore.

I ran my hand over the beautiful curves of her naked body, marveling at her lust, her beauty.

"I'm meeting Max tomorrow after work so he can fuck me naked in a dirty alley like a whore," she said, grinning at me.  "I'm to dress like a hooker in a short jacket and heels and nothing else," she added, grinning at me as she stroked my big hard cock.

"I told him I'd fuck his friends if he wanted," she said, lifting her head, all smiles, stroking me, then bit her lip and resumed sucking me.  It shocked the shit out of me. I didn't know what to say. I hadn't counted on more men. My beautiful young wife was literally turning into a whore.

"I love having a lover, being a dirty little whore," she said with a big smile on her face as she sat up, slid her legs over me, straddling me, guiding my cock into her tight wet cunt, fucking me, kissing me.

Terri and I got into it again like we did earlier after she came home. She was really fucking horny and had me screw her like Max did and even had me fuck her anally, which I tried to do before, but now she wanted it, telling me its expected of a whore. I shot my load into her ass.

After sex she got a shower and cleaned up coming out totally naked in stilettos, lots of make-up, looking like a whore in a brothel. Max dropped by after dinner and was eagerly greeted at the door by my naked wife. She led him into our bedroom and fucked him like she did the night before. He left an hour later with Terri hanging all over him. Terri was a wild one, a total slut. She laughed and led me into the bedroom telling me it was my turn to fuck her.

Terri and I fucked into the night, then crashed. She was still asleep when I left for work in the morning.

She called me around 3p that afternoon telling me she had her short jacket and heels on and was getting ready to leave to fuck Max. "I'm not sure when I'll be home, sweetheart," she said, giggling telling me she wasn't sure where Max was taking her and if she was going to be doing any other guys.

"I'll call you, baby," she said, laughing, telling me she was really excited, then thanked me for letting her be a dirty little whore for Max. Seconds later she was gone. I was lost in my imagination, wondering what the hell we were doing.

I left work early, drove to Max's building, parking on the street so I could observe Terri. I saw her emerge from a cab minutes later looking really fucking sexy and very much a hooker. I saw her disappear into the lobby of his building and waited for them to emerge together. I wanted to see it happen between them, the dirty fantasy she and I loved. They came out twenty minutes later with her looking flushed, like Max had fucked her in his office. That turned me on.

They walked up the street, his arm around her small waist, the two of them talking, then turned a corner so I got out of my car and followed, at a discrete distance, not wanting to be seen by either of them.

When I cautiously turned the corner onto the seldom used side street Max had Terri pressed up against a building, her jacket open, kissing her and fondling her naked body. Terri was grinning and kissing him back, her hand on his cock, working it, stroking him as they kissed. Terri was the consummate hooker in every way. I saw her bare breast in his hand and saw him lean down and suck her tits. It was a scene we shared many times. It was erotic to watch them. 

I was surprised when Terri slid her jacket off, let it fall to the sidewalk, wrapped an arm around Max's neck then guided his cock into her cunt and let him fuck her naked, up against the dirty brick wall on the street like a cheap street tramp. Despite little traffic on the street people could see them fucking.

On the other hand it was incredibly erotic to see my naked young wife being a cheap public hooker for Max and letting him fuck her on the street. I could tell by the way she moved her head and how she held him that she was coming and loving it.	




Terri Goes All the Way



I became worried when I saw two men approach them from the other side. They seemed to know Max and made crude and lewd comments. Max backed away from Terri and tucked his cock away as the men closed the distance. Terri smiled at the two men and shook their hands, doing nothing to cover herself or pick up her jacket. I saw one of them caress her bare breasts and her cunt and heard her giggle.

A moment later a car pulled up beside them. One of the men took her hand, led her naked to the car, helped her in then got in behind her. Max picked up her jacket and followed the other guy into the car. A second later the car drove down the street past me into traffic. No one looked my way as they passed. My naked young whore wife was sitting on the lap of one of the men in the car clearly enjoying herself. It appeared she was fucking him.  There was no doubt in my mind that all four of the men would be fucking her tonight and that she would love it.

I went home and put on some porn thinking about my naked young wife in her new role as a hooker with Max as her pimp.  When I called her cell around 10p to check on her Max picked up and told me she was busy. I heard laughter and music and was told she was entertaining friends at a party.

"Terri is fine, Tom, don't worry about her. She's being a good little whore and is having a ball doing all the guys," Max said, doing his best to assure me my wife was having fun. I heard her squeal then laugh and asked Max when he would drop her off.

"They're here until Wednesday. We have the suite until then. Can I keep her until Thursday? Its just a few days. They love her." Max's request surprised the shit out of me.  It was Monday night. 

"Have her call me tomorrow, Max. I can't commit to Thursday until I hear from her," I said.

"Understood, man. She's doing your fantasy and loving it," Max said, relaying back to me my crazy fantasy about getting my wife to be more of a whore and fuck other guys. He told me not to worry and to get some sleep that it was his turn to fuck her now. He hung up and left me there, hanging. 

The video arrived by email from Max in the morning at work. It was of my totally naked wife with several men in a hotel room sucking cock and getting double and triple fucked and clearly loving it. It was erotic as hell seeing her being such a dirty little whore with the men. I got an instant boner that I covertly stroked as I watched the video with my door closed. She told whoever was taking the video that she loved being their whore and always wanted to do parties and get double and triple fucked and gang-banged. She gave her measurements, said she started fucking young and fucked three hundred men. None of this was new but it amazed me how open and excited she was about it.

"Ever sold yourself to men for sex before?" she was asked. "Yes," she said, smiling as Max moved in beside her and fondled her bare tits and her cunt. "I sold myself a lot in high school to older men. They love fucking young girls. I sold myself again in college to older men to help pay the bills. I loved the money and the sex!"

"Do you think of yourself as a prostitute or a whore?" he asked. "Both," she said, laughing. Being a prostitute is really exciting. I love doing it naked on the street."

"Yeah we saw you," the man said. 

"I love being a whore for my husband - and Max. Its exciting." Terri added, grinning at the camera.

There was it for dialogue. Then it was sucking and fucking and her being a total whore with the guys.

Max added a note at the bottom of the email that the guys at the party all have copies and that she is excited that he has more guys lined up for her to do this weekend.

Terri called right after lunch, clearly excited, said she was having a ball and asked if I saw the video.

"Yeah, it was wild, sweetheart," I said, asking if she was okay and if she wanted to come home.

"Well, if its okay with you, baby, I'd like to stay until Thursday when they have to check out. Guys keep coming and going. Its like a convention. I've done a lot of guys. Like about 30," she said telling me she is happy that I talked her into it, that she really loves being a whore. It shocked me that she had done 30 guys. Holy shit!! A part of me wanted to call it quits and insist that she come home and stop this.

"Last night I got all of them to come on my face and in my mouth. It was wild, baby. I swallowed a lot of cum. They love it!!" The image made me hard and forget what I was thinking about doing.

I asked how it went when she met Max in the jacket and heels. She told me she stripped and fucked him naked on the street like she loves to do with me, then his friends showed up and they left. It was consistent with what I saw. No lies, no cover up.

"My cunt is throbbing, baby, but I love it. Its like being in a brothel. I'm doing all the men who come into the suite. It's wild!!"

She went on to describe the room and the sleeping arrangements, with any man who wants her to sleep with him, that she crashed when the sun came up and just got up, and needs to get a shower.

"Gotta go, baby. They're coming back. Want a quick shower before they start fucking me again," she said,laughing then handed the phone to Max and split.

"Hey, man, your wife is a great little whore. The men love her and she loves them. She's fantastic. She loves this," he added then told me Terri wanted him to set up some more parties and men for her to do.  I had clearly opened the door. I didn't know what to say. 

"She's a natural little whore man. A real beauty and good with every man. She told the men to forget condoms. She wants it bareback. Loves it when they cum in her mouth and all over her." he said, generating concerns. 

It wasn't until after Max said he had to go and hung up that I realized my biggest concern was birth control. Her pills were here. She didn't have any with her. She hadn't expected to be gone more than a day.  And with all the guys banging her bareback and shooting their cum into her she could get knocked up. I got an instant boner as I thought men breeding her.

Max said most of the men fucking her were black. I thought about her cycles and realized she was very fertile. I didn't bring it up in later calls with her or Max and more or less forgot about it when she came home Thursday night, excited and horny to fuck me.

We fucked like animals as she told me about doing about 40 men, how wild it was being their whore, being naked all the time and getting gang banged. Terri slipped out Friday night to fuck Max, then Saturday night to do a party of 10 black guys for him.

"I love being a dirty white whore for black guys," she said as we fucked Sunday morning after the party. I used her ass because her cunt was a little lose and full of cum.  The rest of the week went smooth until she told me she missed her period.

"It should have been days ago," she said, telling me she kept forgetting to take her pill. We got pregnancy tests and found she had been knocked up. She went over the calendar noting when she had her last period and when she was fertile and deduced she got knocked up when she was doing the party of black men in the hotel with Max.  Max was black.

"The guys were black, baby," she said, not sure what to do. "I am not getting an abortion," Terri said, adamantly, knowing it wasn't me because I pull out and have her suck me off and swallow it, or come all over her tits and her face because that turns her on. My thoughts were Max and for whatever reason that turned me on, that her pimp had unknowingly bred her with his potent sperm.

"I think it's Max's black baby because the other guys pulled out and had me swallow it like you do. They love to see me be a dirty little whore and swallow it. He came in my cunt every time like he wanted to breed me," Terri said, grinning.  I sensed it turned her on that Max, her pimp, had knocked her up.

"Guess I don't have to take birth control pills now for a while," she said, laughing as she moved into my arms for hugs and kisses.

Her cell rang seconds later. Terri cut lose, grabbed it said "Yes" a couple of times then closed the phone and went off to get her jacket and heels then sat down and strapped on her stilettos. 

"It was Max," she said. "Has some tricks for me to do tonight. Wants me to wear my little jacket and stilettos. He'll pick me up in a few." She was
grinning as she came in for a hug and a kiss.

We hugged and kissed then she went down to the lobby and got into Max's fancy black BMW. It was becoming routine for Terri to fuck Max and do a few tricks every night.  She loved being his whore and his girlfriend.

Terri giggled as she crawled into bed naked about 2am, telling me she did four tricks and Max twice.

"Max got excited when I told him he knocked me up," she said as she worked my cock then eased down on me, impaling her freshly fucked cunt. She leaned forward and kissed me then told me that Max asked if she was sure it was his. Terri told him that I and all the other guys came in her mouth.

"I told him I was going to have his black baby," she said as she fucked my cock and hugged me close. He didn't know what to say.

"I never expected anything like that would ever happen, that Max would breed me, did you?" she asked an hour or so after sex as we lay entwined in each others arms under the sheets.

"I thought about it when you were gone that first time but felt sure you had pills," I said,lying to her, shifting all responsibility to her.

"Max likes the idea of me having his baby...  says it's a sign I belong to both of you." she said, recalling her words that first night when she told Max he had to promise to use her as a dirty little whore and fuck her all the time with his beautiful fucking cock if he wanted him to be his girlfriend and his whore. She was both now and all three of us knew that.

It happened slowly. Every so often she slept the night with him, wanting him to fuck her and keep his big black cock in her slutty cunt all night. In time she spend half her nights sleeping with Max and half with me. Every now and then she went out with him, dressed like a trashy little whore, tiny little tops and skirts and stilettos, no panties or a bra, to raunchy bars and strip clubs where she danced nude on stage for him and all the other black men in the club and did nude lap dances and let black men fuck her.  She told me she loved being all oiled up and naked on stage and getting all the black men horny to fuck her.

It turned her on to work the streets as a hooker in black neighborhoods and let black men screw her. She said Max or his friends kept an eye on her to make sure no one hurt her. It turned her on to do porn. She loved doing porn and showing me how dirty a little whore she was. All through this her belly grew big and round.

Max and I were there in the birthing room when she proudly delivered his black baby.  The nursery was set up at Max's place where Terri spent most of her time. He knocked her up again within weeks.  Things changed as Max continued to fuck her and Terri eagerly gave birth to another of Max's black babies. She still willingly fucks any black guy who wants her and does tricks for Max. 

Terri and I still do things, sleep together, go out, fuck a lot and are still married but its not the same. She pushed me to move into a bedroom in Max's beautiful penthouse and live with her and Max and the baby(s). Max totally loves it. Its his fantasy come true. He says we both got our fantasies and I should breed her next. She says she owes me for her happiness. I say each of us is responsible for our own happiness. Guess the lesson is be careful what you wish for.

I'm okay and so is Terri!  We are still in love!


[They both told me their story and I laid it out for them. Its pretty much how it happened. There was a lot more but that's another story, perhaps]



Terri Goes on a Date



It was early August during the late 80's in San Diego I was still wondering who it was that that had come into my booth at the bookstore the week or so before and came all over my face, but was no closer to knowing. 

We had a few reservists serving on the ship for their annual two week training and there time was about up. One guy Chris was assigned to my division for the second week of his AT. He was from Vegas and seemed like a good guy. On Friday afternoon he came over to me and asked if I wanted hit the bar with some of the other guys that night. It was his last weekend before going home so I said sure. 

Five o'clock came and we got ready to leave for the day. Chris came with me and we put his sea bag in my car then headed out to get some pizza for dinner. We were supposed to meet the guys at the club later around nine. After we ate we went back to my apartment so I could take a shower. Chris got a beer and turned on the TV while I went in to take a shower. I stripped down to my lace panties and started running the water. While I was waiting for it to warm up I realized I had left my nightie and panties from the night before on my bed. I figured he wouldn't come around behind the wall separating the rest of the apartment from my bedroom and find them so I climbed in the shower and closed the door. Little did I know that while I was in the shower Chris was snooping around my apartment and found those items and much more.

I got out of the shower dried off and walked out to get some clothes out to wear. Chris was standing there holding the nightie and panties. I was for a second time in a week found out. He asked if the panties he was holding were the ones I was wearing at the bookstore the other day and grinned. I replied no actually, I just took those ones off.

He started asking questions about my crossdressing, like do I wear makeup and wig, do I ever go out in public fully dressed as a women and so on. I told him that yes I do wear make up and actually had a girlfriend I met at a boutique by Hotel circle that had taught me to do makeup, walk more like a girl and is working with me on my voice as well. I explained to Chris that she liked to have sex with me dressed as a women, which makes it fun for both of us. 

Liz was the one that got me to go out public dressed because she convinced my I was every bit as feminine as a women when I was all done up. I was 5' 8" and only 150 pounds and very thin in a feminine way, with a naturally smooth body so she taught me how to be Terri and we went out shopping and to clubs on several occasions. 

Chris looked at me smiled and walked over to my closet and started looking through the clothes I had and there was a lot to look at. He pulled out a cute black knee length dress with a flare to the skirt and put it on the bed. I asked what he was doing and replied picking out your clothes for tonight. He then went to my dresser and started looking through it and pulled out a pair of panties, bra, slip, stockings and shoes followed by picking which of my three wigs he wanted me to wear and told me to get dressed for him. It was such a turn on to be ordered around like this. 

I slipped into my panties and bra as he watched me. I could see a bulge begin to form in his pants. He walked way and I continued to get ready. I was putting on my makeup when I noticed him standing behind me with a camera. He started taking pictures of me getting ready. I had on my panties, garter, stockings, bra with breast forms in and my half slip. I picked up the dress and smiled at him saying that he needed to wait in the other room so there would be some element of surprise. He snapped a picture and walked away.

I slipped into my dress and heels then put my wig on. I went back to the mirror for final adjustments before walking out to him. His eyes got very big as I walked out and he told me that nobody would ever know that I wasn't a women. I smiled and turned to him so he could zip up my dress. After he did a spun around for him to get a good look as he took more pictures. His cock was pushing through and It needed attention so I got down on my knees and undid his pants. I sucked him off, but he came so fast I was done in no time. 

Ok its time to go he said after he zipped up his pants. I asked were and just said you'll see.

We drove around for about 20 minutes or so with his hand on my thigh rubbing and squeezing me. When we reached our destination I thought for sure he was joking. We were at the club that we were supposed to me other guys from ship at. I had been here dressed once before with Liz and even made out with a guy and gave him a hand job, but tonight was different, I worked with these guys every day. I told Chris no way am I going in there with those guys all in there, they would for know it was me. He assured me that nobody would ever know it was me. The lighting was low and they were drinking so I would be fine. 

He got out of the car and came around to my side opened the door for me. I just sat there for a minute and the he reached in and helped me out. He gave me a kiss and told me how good I looked before we headed in.

The other guys saw Chris and I walk in and waved us over to them. I thought for sure they knew it was me, but If they did they sure didn't let on that they did.He introduced my as my own cousin Terri visiting from RI saying that I (Scott) would try and get here later. It was working too, and boy were those guys checking me out. 

We ordered drinks and sat down while we all talked many of them asking me how long I was in town for and so forth. I felt a hand rub my ass or thigh on several occasions and Chris noticed it too. He leaned over to me and told me they all think you're hot and smiled at me. I kissed him and then we got up to dance. 

We did a lot of grinding with my pushing my ass into his crotch. I could feel his cock getting hard as we danced. We went to sit back down and one of the guys asked me to dance so I went out on to the dance floor and helped him get a hard on too. I sat back down on the couch next to Chris and he started to rub my thigh again, as he did he was hiking up my dress more and more. Eventually my stocking tops were fully exposed and the guys made no attempt to not stare. 

Chris and I were soon making out as he continued to work his hand under my dress. We were joined on the couch by one of the other guys from the ship. I started talking to him and it wasn't long before he started rubbing my other thigh as he talked to me.  

I could see his cock was enormous through his pants. I reached over and rubbed it and he moaned. It was dark in our corner so I asked him to un do his zipper and slid my hand in to find a monster 8" cock just ready to explode. Chris meanwhile started to kiss my neck has I gave Bret a hand job. I told Bret to let me know when he was going to come because I wanted it in my mouth. His reply was to put his hand on my head and push me down onto his cock. I was almost too late, he came as soon as I took him in my mouth, it tasted so good too. I sat up quickly looking around to see if any other than the guys I was with saw and it all seemed good. 

I told Chris I needed to go to the bathroom to touch up my make up. On my way I looked back they were all staring at me as I walked away. I came back out and told Chris It was time to go and he agreed but wanted Steve to comeback with us. I refused at first but relented when he told me he had already talked to him and he had agreed that he couldn't get any pussy just mouth and ass. We got up and all left together.

When we got back to my apartment Chris and Steve wasted no time getting naked as I went and slipped on a lacey nightie. I walked up to them got on my knees and started sucking one then the other. They were both moaning so loud I thought the neighbors would here. Chris wanted me to stand up so they could see my ass. I did as he said and they both began to rub and squeeze my ass as I wiggled with anticipation of what was to come. 

Steve sat down on the couch so I got between his legs and took him in my mouth as Chris came around behind me. I felt him massaging my ass as he lifted my nightie then his cock pushed against my ass. He was in me bareback, a feel I love. After a few minutes he asked Steve if he wanted to fuck me and he said hell yea. 

Steve has a long skinny cock but it felt nice in my ass. Chris came around and started fucking my face. I was in heaven living out my dreams. I felt Steve tense up and then his hot load shot into my ass. He pulled it out and shot more on my butt. Then Chris told me to get on top of him so I climbed on and slid down on his hard cock he reached under my nightie and started to stroke my cock. I was worried that Steve would see what he was doing and tried to stop him but he kept going. Steve was right there and did see but didn't even hesitate and joined Chris by reaching in and stroking my cock too before leaning over to take it in his mouth. Steve said He had never sucked a cock before but that he also never seen such a pretty girl with a nice hard cock to play with. 

The three of us stayed together all weekend and they wore me out. Chris flew out Monday morning and Steve and I took a shower together getting in one last fuck before heading back to the ship. Chris came to visit twice and I went to Vegas to visit him once we had great sex every time and he always treated me like a lady, Steve left the navy a month later but managed to fuck me a few times before going home to Oregon. 

Not long after all of that I met my future wife and didn't really play much for some time after that until she caught me wearing one of her dresses. That opened a whole new chapter for both of us.



Terri is Hypnotized



It had been a terrible morning at home. Janet, my wife, had been an absolute arrogant woman. Driving to the office did little to calm me down. 

“Hello, Mr. Lawrence, are you okay?” My assistant greeted me. “You look upset.”

“I’m in a miserable mood. Come into my office.”

“Should I bring a pad?”

“No, just yourself.” 

Terri was my wonderful assistant. Tall, slender and wonderfully soft and feminine. I loved looking at her, talking with her and, when I could, touching her. My marriage was failing and I missed the warm relationship you can get from a fulfilling sexual relationship. Unfortunately I was too shy to do anything about it. When I was younger, I had hypnotized a young woman and it had helped me have a warm, sexy relationship. Then, I met Janet, fell in love, and got married. Sex was never very good and Janet wouldn’t even consider hypnosis. 

“Terri, have you ever been hypnotized?” 

“No. I've thought about it.”

“What have you thought about it?”

“What it would feel like. Could I be hypnotized? Would I lose my ability to remember? Can smart people be hypnotized? I've thought about it a lot.” 

“Why?”

“I knew that you were a hypnotist and I thought what it would be like if you asked me to try.”

“Sit down, Terri. Close your eyes. Relax. Just listen to my voice and empty your mind.” I continued talking to her as I got up and locked the door to my private office. I had Terri stand up, sit down, lift her arm and then her legs. I told her that when I touched her left elbow she would go into a deep trance. I woke her up. 

“Was I hypnotized?” 

“Yes. How do you feel?”

“Relaxed.”

“Well. Lets get back to work.” Terri stood up and walked toward the door. I touched her left elbow and she collapsed in a heap. Her skirt hiked up her legs to above her knees. Her legs looked so tempting. I told her that when she woke up she would be very warm, uncomfortable and alone in the locked office. She woke up and was looking right through me. She loosened her blouse. Then she pulled it out of her skirt. I sat down and watched. I walked over and touched her left elbow. She again collapsed. 

“When you wake up this time, you will feel terrific, you will still be alone and you will be really hot. You will take your clothes off. If I say ‘Terrible Terri’ you will go back into a trance without collapsing. ” I had never done anything this bold, but I figured it was worth a try. 

“Terri, wake up.” She got and unzipped her skirt. She dropped the skirt to the floor and stepped out of it. She finished unbuttoning her blouse and dropped it to the floor. She stood there in her bra and panty hose. She sat down and removed her shoes and panty hose. Very businesslike not sexy at all. My body didn’t care that she wasn’t being sexy. My penis became very erect. She reached up and took off her bra. She was naked! 

Now what should I do? She walked to the desk and stared at it. She seemed very disoriented. I took a huge risk and said Terrible Terri. She stopped moving and just stood there.

“I am going to wake you up. You will realize you are in the room with me and that you are naked. It will not bother you. You will come over to me and sit on my lap.”

I woke her up. She looked at me and walked over and sat on my lap. We kissed. While I was kissing her, I put my arm around her and cupped her smallish breast. Her nipple was stiff and I gently pulled it. She put her arms around me and hugged me firmly. I felt wonderful, for the first time in a long time. I was also feeling very guilty. I rubbed her vagina. It was very moist. I found her clitoris and massaged it. I told her that she would have a deep orgasm, now. She started to moan and gyrate her hips. She squeezed me very tightly. My penis bumped against her arm. Oh, well. I would have to wait.

I told her to get dressed and that she would wake up after she got dressed and she would not remember anything that happened in my office while she was hypnotized. I reinforced the suggestions about her left elbow and Terrible Terri. 

“Wake up.”

She got dressed. While she was doing that I unlocked the door. She left the room and went back to her desk. She looked at me. Mike, you look better than you looked a few minutes ago (It had actually been an hour). I never followed up. It did not seem smart to lose a good assistant if something went wrong. Several times I caught Terri staring at me as if she wanted to ask me something. She never did. It is twenty years later and she still works for me. She has been married for the last sixteen years.



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The Dancer



The music comes on and I begin to move. I feel the beat slowly move through my body and into my blood. It flows, making me move to the slow rhythm. I glide to the end on the stage and move into my splits.

I slip down to the floor and spread my legs and look the man standing at the end of the stage in the eyes. Gazing at him, I move deliberately like I would if I was having sex with him moving over my body. I arch my back as if I am in the heights of passion, moving my hips against the floor. I can tell by the looking in his eyes that I have him in my trance. I move closer still, coming to my knees, moving my hands down my body. Right now I know I am beautiful and he would do anything for me. I bring my left leg up and slowly lift my garter for him to slide his money onto my leg. I smile just for him and move away.

I move around the pole, treating it like my lover. I run my hands up and down it, I move my hips into it. I slowly climb it, keeping time with the music still in my blood. Locking my legs around it I lay back on it, upside down. I move my hands to my breast. Slowly caressing them through my top. Arching away from the cold metal I release the ties in the back and my top falls to the ground. I slowly straighten and using the muscles in my upper body and arms I drop my legs away and flip upside down again. This time the pole is between my breast as I slowly slide down the pole. I know this move looks like a snake slowly slivering down the pole, moving my body into and them away from the pole. I curl my body around the base of the pole as if it were my lover and move once again on the floor. 

Seeing someone else walk up to the stage I begin to crawl to him. I have my head down, looking at him through my long hair. Most men like this part most, it reminds them of a good slave, moving on all four and never raising their eyes to their master. I finish my crawl right in front of him, languidly coming to my knees again. I begin to move my hips as if I am riding some unseen lover. I know the look on my face is one of passion as I take my lover deep into my body, I throw my head back and run my hands across my tit. I cup them like an offering. I feel the music pumping through me, making me move in ways that most men only imagine their lover would move for them. I slowly take his dollar between my teeth and move away to the next man. I turn my back to him and move into the classic doggie style. I move my ass in front of his face making him think that I am taking it from behind. I move my hands between my legs as I lower my chest to the ground. Running my hands up and down the inside of my things. Grinding my hips into my imaginary lover once again. I feel the music start to die away, and turn to the man and take his money. I move back to the pole as the song ends. I reach down and pick up my top and walk off stage.

I pass the next girl coming onto stage and I tell her it is a dead night. She smiles her thanks and moves onstage to begin her set. I watch for a second then head for the bar than dressing room.

Most people think I become aroused while I dance, but I don't. I have long since passed that stage of what I do. I have other things' that excite me now.

I remember what it was like when I first started. The rush of walking onto the stage and having every eye in the place watching my body. Of knowing I could have anyone I wanted that was there but I was smart and knew that if I ever did that it would be the beginning of the end. You never dated customers, and I mean never. It was a written and unwritten code that must be followed. I have seen girls break that rule and seen it break them.

I walk to the dressing room and begin to get ready for home. I have been here for my eight hours and I am ready to leave. I might have stayed if it was busy but I don't waste my time on dead nights. There are other places where I can get my rush. And tonight I knew where I would find that rush.

I pull my street clothes on and sit down and brush my long black hair. Looking into the mirror I see what others see. Even though I have long since become jaded, I know I am pretty. My hair falls to the back of my knees, black and silky. My eyes are green and resemble those of a cat because of the way they tilt at the corners. My Indian heritage shows in my high cheekbones and my full lips. My skin has a slight tan that I keep all year. I have a definite exotic look about me. My body is firm from constant exercise and I have high firm breasts with a small waist. I dismiss the way I look and finish getting ready for the rest of my night.

I pick up my bag and head for the door. The club is already forgotten before I am even out the door. The bouncer walks me to my car, which is a house rule, waits until I start it and begin to back out. 

I reach and turn the music loud. As always, I feel it move into my blood. The music is why I do what I do. I love to move in time with it. It is not really my fault that when I do I am sensual about it. To me dancing is like having sex. If I am going to do it I am going to do it right and totally enjoy myself.

I arrived at the nightclub down town about ten minutes later. I parked and moved to the door where I said hello to the bouncer. I have been coming here for a while so I know everyone that works here. Moving through the crowd I move to the bar and order my drink and look around. I am now on the prowl. I know what I want, what I must have. I sip my drink and watch the dance floor. Maybe what I am looking for is out there among the moving mass.

I stay at the bar for a while until I locate my prey. "Nice, very nice." I think to myself. I watch him dance for a while longer while I feel my desire heating. When I know I am ready I make my move.

I make my way between people until I am right behind him. I start to move, my body taking over once again while my mind works on the next stage of my plan. I know the exact moment he sees me. I can feel his eyes slid down my body. He smiles to himself as if the idea of making a move on me is his. I will let him think so for a while longer, it always helps if they think they are making the first move.

I don't have to wait long. He moves closer to me and reaches out to pull me to him. "Yes, that is it. Hold me close so I can move against you. You still have to prove you are worth my time." I think. I move between his spread legs and press my chest against his. I feel his heat, and the front of his pants bulge and picked up speed.

He is passing my test quiet fine. I am hot now. I feel the moistness between my legs. My breasts are swollen and just begging for his mouth. I know he will help my problem, at least for tonight.

As the song ends, I take his hand and move toward the back of the club. Finding a dark corner I move us into it. He takes my hint and pushes me up against the wall. His mouth takes mine hungrily. I feel his hands move to my aching breast and he squeezes them. I moan into his mouth letting him know how much I like it. He is now moving his hands up and under my shirt. His palms sliding up my sides. A shiver runs down my back. Pulling his mouth from mine he moves to suck my nipple into the depths of his mouth as his hands run lower on my body. I quiver as his hands begin to lift my skirt.

His mouth still attached to my breast but I knew the minute he figured out I had no underwear on. He went still and I felt him draw a deep breath to try and calm himself. I moved my ass into his hands. I don't want him calm, I want him hot and aching like me. My pussy was now drenched and I could feel my own wetness on the inside of my legs.

He squeezed my firm ass and pulled my hips into his and ground his bulge against me, making me whimper. I wanted his hard cock in me. Sensing I felt this way, he pushed me to my knees. I slowly unbuttoned his jeans, kissing and rubbing my hands on him through the barrier. Pulling his pants down enough to free him I admired my prize. "I was right, very nice." I say to myself. I run my tongue around the smooth head before taking it into my mouth. I stroke him with my hand as I begin to suck his large dick into my mouth. He tastes so good. I am moving my mouth faster and faster now. I cannot get enough of this gorgeous cock. I run my hand down to his balls and rub them. He is pumping in and out of my mouth now. I feel him tense and know I am about to be rewarded with his cum in my mouth. I stroke and suck harder now. He growls deep in his throat, and my mouth is filled with is hot sweet orgasm. I swallow it all still sucking and stroking him. 

When I am sure he is done I stand and turn my back to him and lean into the wall. He moves behind me and grips my hips. I fill his dick seeking entrance. He pushes into me with one hard lunge. I cry out because it felt so good and because it hurt because he was so large. He is now fucking me hard. Ramming in and pulling out to ram me again. I was whimpering and crying out now. I turn my head to see we had an audience. This turns me on more. My cunt is now grabbing at his hard cock. I feel the first tingles of my orgasm and knew I would not last long now. I start to meet his thrust by slamming back into him. He reaches up and grabs my hair and pulls my head back making my back arch and take him all the way to the hilt. My body is starting to quake now, sensations running through my pussy. I cry out as I cum. The walls of my cunt are squeezing him, trying to bring him with me as I fall head long into oblivion. He grabs my hip with one hand and reaches around me and grabs my breast with the other. He squeezes both as he fucks me harder and harder until he groans and I feel his sperm shoot deep into my waiting cunt.

Leaning into the wall trying to catch my breath he whispers into my ear "Good as always. You really love to be watched as I fuck you don't you?"

Turning my head I smile and kiss him gently. "I don't like it anymore then you like people watching you fuck me. After all this was your idea." I laugh when he again squeezes my breast.

We pull our clothes on and move to the bar to pick our dessert course of the night. I know his taste well; after all we have been together for two years ...

The End...?



The Dancer



I'd been going to the lap dancing club in a nearby city for about six months when the following true story happened. 

Having a job which allows me to make my own hours as long as my shop is manned by someone I can trust is great. It allows me to visit the club at least twice a week. Unfortunately, here in the u. k. the laws are a little bit staid, and while the club is called a 'lap dancing' venue the girls are supposed to keep a little distance between themselves and the customers. Even in the curtained off cubicles they are still expected to keep it 'clean'... as the management refer to it. 

There were several girls there who allowed themselves to rub against customers who they knew as they'd get more money that way. Whatever you say about girls who do this for a living they certainly are not stupid. 

One girl in particular, Jessica, noticed I didn't like her dancing for me and asked blatantly if Id have her dance for me if she danced closer and allowed a little 'wandering' of my hands. Obviously I was sceptical of her offer in case the management had sent her to find out if I was breaking the 'no touching' rules. She assured me she was not setting me up and disappeared for a few minutes. 

When Jessica returned, she was accompanied by one of my favourite girls in the club. Her name was Louise and she always danced closer to me than was allowed but said she thought I deserved a treat for being such a regular customer, not to mention putting a lot of money into her purse every week. While Louise was prepared to dance close and let me touch the sides of her breasts she wouldn't let me touch her anywhere else or return the touching in any way. I think its about time I described both girls to you. 

Louise was a short but well proportioned blonde with 34c breasts and a trimmed mousy-brown pussy. Her pussy always looked wet as she bent in front of me and shed confessed that dancing for me turned her on, but she wouldn't cheat on her boyfriend. she and her boyfriend were both 23. 

Now Jessica was a totally different babe... tall, about 5'10, slim, 36c/d breasts and the most tantalising brunette hair cascading down her back. Her pussy lips were covered with a thick mass of dark brown pubes. Id never seen her pussy lips as when shed bent down in front of me before today shed always covered her pussy with her hand. That was one of the reasons Id stopped asking her to dance for me, that and the fact that she kept to the rules, even in the cubicles. Oh and not forgetting her age, 19. God was she capable of such things if shed only try a little harder. 

Anyhow I appear to be losing the story a little so Ill go back to it. Louise assured me that Jessica's proposal was genuine and they had in fact been chatting before their shift about how Jessica could earn more money. Louise had suggested that she start dancing much closer to her customers, Jessica said shed get in trouble but Louise said there were ways to do it without getting caught if she was prepared to do it. Jessica told her she didn't know if she could do it and would have to do the first one to a customer she could not only trust but one who she liked as well. 

Apparently I fell into that category. I agreed that I was up for her first 'dirty' dance and that we should take this in a cubicle. Jessica agreed, she looked somewhat relieved at the privacy that a cubicle would give us. She left to freshen up her make-up while Louise and I found a vacant cubicle. While we were waiting for Jessica, Louise told me she had told her how close she danced for me, but added a little poetic license and a few things that she didn't really do. I was gobsmacked, but grateful to her. She said I would not forget this dance in a hurry, I just smiled and thanked her for her ad-libbing on my behalf. 

When Jessica returned she looked and smelt wonderful as she sat next to me on the seat. She asked if Louise would stay to watch and give her some pointers as to what she could do. Louise said she would if I didn't mind... mind?... hell no!!... I knew from how shed primed Jessica for the dance that it might get even more interesting if Louise was to suggest things during the dance. It was agreed that Jessica would dance the next song and then sit and chat to Louise after to see what she was doing was wrong and just how much she could do without getting fired. Also to see how she felt about doing this type of dance. 

The next song was 'Black Velvet' by Allanah Miles... possibly my favourite song for a girl to dance to as it has a solid grinding bass line and you always get a girl moving well to it. Jessica got to her feet and slowly started to writhe to the beat slowly but surely pulling and lifting her dress around herself until it was just down to below her lovely breasts. She then came over closer to me and arched over me with her hands supporting herself on the back of my seat. She lifted one leg onto the seat and the bottom of her dress opened to reveal her thong knickers wedged right up the crack, her pussy hair escaping both sides of the thin gusset. 

Her right nipple was inches from my face and I couldn't help getting a stiffy rising my trousers upwards. Louise obviously spotted this and I heard her giggle, Jessica looked towards her and then down at my bulge. Rather than make her back away as I expected her to she actually moved her breasts ever so slightly closer to me till her nipple was actually in range of my tongue. God I was so tempted but didn't want to freak her out and kept my mouth tightly closed. After moving her breasts to and fro in front of me for a while she let her one nipple brush over my mouth and then backed off and turned around.

As she turned she slipped her dress completely off in one movement and kicked it off to one side. She bent in front of me and I could clearly see her pussy lips slaying out either side of her gusset. I wasn't sure, but I was certain I could make out signs of moisture on her pussy hair. She twirled around and grasped her breasts, squeezing her nipples till they stood out hard against her dark areola. She did do that for long before turning again and backing up towards my lap and hovering over me only a few inches above my by now bursting cock. As she backed into me closer she lowered herself to sit on my lap actually forcing my erection up along her ass crack and nestled between her cheeks as she sat completely on my lap. 

She leaned back onto my chest and began to wriggle her ass on my lap. Id by this time started to breath very heavily and couldn't help but groan as she leaned back more and put her whole weight on my groin. I thought Id take a chance by this time and moved me arms from my side to rest on the sides of her thighs, I met with no resistance so I slowly slid them higher to the tops of her stockings and worked her skin around in circles. She started to moan softly and didn't try to move my hands off of her so I got bolder and moved them higher up her body and to just below her breasts that seemed to be heaving as her breathing got heavier. 

I finally plucked up the courage to slide my hands just under the edge of her breasts but didn't cup them. I slide my index fingers over the lower flesh of her breasts and back to the side again. Suddenly the song finished and we both jolted almost in a daze, the dance had ended. Damn!!... I thought... As I helped her up off my lap I gave her butt a gentle squeeze and she just sat down between Louise and myself looking a little flustered. Louise was the first to speak and asked if Jessica had enjoyed the dance... 'Yes... I didn't think I would but I actually really enjoyed it.!'... 

Louise laughed and reminded her that she was supposed to take off her knickers during the dance as well but had obviously got carried away... Jessica blushed but turned to me and said... ' Sorry about that... Ill do you the next one for free to make up for it... and ill make sure I get my knickers off earlier!'... I thought by this time I didn't have anything to lose by being bold and suggested she start from where shed left off... clothes wise that was as shed only have her knickers to get rid of then... she could concentrate on the performance rather than little things like clothes. I tried not to let a smile cross my face as I suggested this but quick as a flash Louise said it was a good idea... god I love that girl... lol. 

We decided to let the next song by as it was too fast for this kind of dance. As the next song fired up Jessica was out of her seat like a bullet from a magnum. Louise and I smiled and she gave me a wink. Shed been talking in Jessica's ear while we'd been sat down and I couldn't hear all that she had been saying to her. I needn't have worried as Jessica proceeded to writhe in front of me while inching her knickers down to almost pussy level. She then twirled around and dropped them straight to her ankles and off. She opened her legs slightly and bent right over from the waist... SHIT!!!!... her pussy lips were wide open and her lips were definitely wet with juices. 

She moved her hands to her ass and pulled her pussy open slightly allowing a little trickle of juice to seep from between her lips. She then turned towards me and came forward, almost straddling my lap and thrust her breasts to within reach of my mouth. I hesitated... for about a nanosecond... before I touched the end of her nipple with the tip of my tongue, she didn't move back so I moved my tongue out more and licked over the whole of her nipple. 

She seemed to let out a moan again and I m sure she even moved ever so slightly closer as I really got bold and started to lick and suck on her nipple, she backed off slightly and I thought that was it but she only shifted over to let her other nipple come within reach. I fastened my mouth round this one and had a good suck before I felt her move and sink her pussy right down onto my lap and as she sat, the lips of her pussy seemed to splay either side of my dick through my trousers. Despite what had gone on so far, what happened next surprised even me. Jessica slid her right hand down between us and laid it on the end of my cock. God I thought, she must be able to feel how much its throbbing through my trousers, just as she actually wrapped her hand around it and squeezed the song ended... flaming 3 minute songs!!... As she got off me I noticed how flushed her chest was and looked towards Louise who oblivious to us had her hand rubbing over her nipples. She looked at me and smiled tweaking her nipples one more time before letting her hands back into her lap just as Jessica slipped her dress back on and sat down. 

I thought that now that would be it but after leaning over and chatting to Louise again Jessica announced that shed like to do me a couple more dances before we finished just to make sure she could do all that she had to do in one song and not have to keep giving free dances away because she lost track of where she was. She disappeared from the room for a couple of minutes and returned saying shed requested the next couple of songs so she knew how long they were and could time it better. I cant for the life of me remember the first song but I remember it was a long one, and certainly more of a 5 minute song than a 3 minute one... 

Hell if she could do what shed done in three minutes... what could she do in five??... Jessica said shed leave her knickers off but was going to start in her dress. By the end of the first verse Jessica was bent over in front of me with her legs wide open and the index finger of her right hand buried up her dripping pussy. She inched herself back towards me so I could smell her sex. By the second verse she was lain prone on my lap with two of my fingers dancing over her clitoris, dipping inside her folds as she ground herself harder on my erection. 

She turned around and ground herself on my erection before grabbing it through my trousers and rubbing it hard. As it came to the last verse she slipped down my zip and searched inside for my cock, pulling it from its strained confines and releasing it to her gaze. Id still got a finger knuckle deep in her soaking pussy but she shifted herself forward and began rubbing my cock over her pussy. 

Louise was lost in her own pleasure and I glanced over just as she slipped two fingers into her pussy and began to finger fuck herself, rotating her hips as she did so. I could feel Jessica's pussy getting closer to swallowing my cock every second and when the first song finished she didn't stop but rammed herself down on my cock and ground away sending wave upon wave through my throbbing cock, she was so tight it felt like she did pussy tightening exercises, or just didn't have sex too often. I decided to take the lead now and lifted her off me and turned us both so she lying on the bench and I pushed myself down on top of her repenetrating her wet but tight pussy.

I hammered away as she softly bit her lip to stop from making too much noise. After a couple of minutes I found myself on the verge of cumming, so I lent towards Jessica's ear and told her, 'Over my tits, over my tits, please!!!'... well what could I do, I didn't disappoint her and pulled out, just as a stream of cum squirted from my cock streaking up her belly and hitting the tips of her nipples, coating her with cream. she scooped some in her fingers and licked it off. Just as I had stopped squirting she pushed my down and hovered over me with my cock in her hand and lent over, putting it right down her throat.

Sucking away I suddenly realised Louise was kneeling by the side watching, I moved my hand to her pussy and replaced her fingers with my as she bucked while watching her friend suck on my cock. As Jessica finished sucking my now clean cock and backed away, Louise lent forward and placed her lips over the head and licked around it sending shivers through my spine as she swirled her tongue around. 

That was the first of many dances I had with Jessica and she decided the only person she would dance so close to was me. I now have my own personal lap dancer, I married Jessica six months after this night and we've had many a hot and passionate night reliving that first night. 

She has admitted that Louise told her to go as far as squeezing me, which was as much as she did to me, but that once she'd felt my cock and how hard it was, she couldn't help herself and had decided she was going to sit on it by the end of the second song, she'd asked Louise if she could get away with it and she'd said not really but she wasn't going to stop her if she really wanted to. 

Louise split from her fella a few months ago and has joined in our private dances at our home, I've even been fortunate to fuck her as well while my wife sits on my face literally dripping as she watches me pounding into her friend. Having two women take care of your every sexual craving is fantastic, and I'm so glad I agreed that night to allow myself to be a guinea pig for Jessica's first dance. Of course I have a lot to thank Louise for in prompting her to dance dirty for me, and I do thank her on a regular basis, se certainly seems to be happy and grateful as I explode over or in her ass. 

THE END

written by Master Bate around may 2001.



The Dancer



"Good evening, Donna!"

"Hi!"

Donna flashed her very sweet smile at the guard by the door, who in turn graciously opened it for her to enter. Donna was a dancer in one of the clubs in Quezon City, and was considered as one of the stars in this particular club. Not only did she have a pretty face, her figure was something to whistle at despite her petite 5 foot height. She had long, wavy black hair that reached to the middle of her back, and had beautiful brown skin that perfectly complimented her sparkling white teeth. Yes, she was the club favorite, not just of the customers, but also of the other dancers there. She was a good friend to have around and always had something nice to say to everyone.

That particular night was a special night. It's called a "Big Night" where you'd need a ticket to get in. All the dancers prepared for a night like this with special production numbers and short comedy skits, and added solo dances from guest dancers and actresses in the country. The whole club that night was decorated with neon lights and tubes in line with their New Millennium theme.

As soon as she entered, she was surprised to see Joey, her boyfriend, already at a table with a bottle of beer in front of him. She didn't expect him to be here at all and this made her tense. She was not able to tell him beforehand that she would be having this "lesbian" dance number, and, having been his girlfriend for only 3 months, wasn't exactly sure how he would react to her number. She just paused long enough to kiss him and say hi, and quickly proceeded to the dressing room to change.

She wasn't apprehensive of the number. She had done this quite a few times in the past. All she had to do was dance to the music while another girl would undress her. Then the other girl would get an ice cube from one of the glasses of the men closest to the stage and proceeded to rub it on her breasts, after which she'll put it back in the guy's glass. Then at one point of the music, the other girl would pretend to go down on her and at the "climax" of the song, she'll pretend to be coming, and that's it. It's nothing but a put on and it was easy to do and her pay for the evening would be doubled.

"What's wrong?"

It was Anne, her friend and partner in the number. Donna hadn't noticed that Anne had sat down beside her to change and had been staring at Donna for quite some time.

"Oh, nothing," replied Donna. "I was just surprised to see that there were already people inside this early."

"Wasn't that Joey sitting by the stage?"

"Yeah. The bastard pulled another fast one on me and surprised me with his presence."

"Oh! Is he the jealous type?"

"I don't know. He hasn't shown any jealousy with the other customers. But I do know that one thing he liked about me is that I don't dance all the way. Just topless."

"But you'll be taking off your panties tonight!"

"I know! Oh well, if he hates me for that, so be it. Good riddance!"

"Yup! Maybe now you can give Wally a chance!"

They both laughed and proceeded changing.

The first numbers went smoothly. While waiting for her part, Donna was at the table of a regular customer. Joey sat alone at his table and didn't mind seeing Donna being embraced by her customer. He knew that it was just part of the job and he's used to it. Then, he saw Donna stand up. Must be time for her number. She passed by his table and gave him a smile and a wink. He just nodded his head slightly. No use making her customer angry by seeing him smiling at his "girl."

Soon the disco music faded and segued to Enya's "Orinoco Flow."

Donna came out and started her dance. One thing about her, she didn't like looking at the crowd while she's on stage. So, she always had this look of being immersed in her own world and she danced to the music while enjoying her body. She did, actually. She always imagined she was in her room masturbating. And tonight, she did it with more energy and totally blocked out the crowd, specially Joey, from her mind.

She liked fondling her breasts and the crowd murmured their approval when her nipples hardened through her bra. Anne came out and started playing with Donna's hair until it came time to remove her bra. Donna showed off her 36 C breasts to everyone, and someone who've probably just seen her for the first time, applauded, for her nipples were jutting out. Anne then went to the table near the front of the stage and picked up the guy's glass and got out one ice cube. She then proceeded to rub the ice cube on Donna's breasts. Donna inhaled suddenly when the ice cube first touched her nipple. It was totally hard now and very sensitive. She can actually feel the brush of air from the air conditioning on her nipple. She can even feel the bass sound of the music on her nipple. This surprised her and her first thought was, "I'm going home with Joey tonight." That made her smile, and it seemed to the crowd that she was really enjoying this.

Anne also saw the smile on Donna's face. She took a quick peek at Joey to her right, then kissed Donna full on the lips. This surprised Donna. That wasn't what they rehearsed to do and she opened her eyes and looked at Anne, as if asking her, "What do you think you're doing?"

Anne looked back at her while she kissed and winked, as if saying, "Just play along with me." So, Donna let Anne kiss her. Anne's lips were so soft and wet. She liked the feeling and suddenly became aware that she was starting to get very wet. Then she felt Anne's probing tongue and she parted her lips. Anne's tongue in her mouth sent waves of pleasure along Donna's back. She started to feel weak at the knees. She was left breathless when Anne's lips separated from her own, but she had to close her eyes again in pure pleasure as Anne put her mouth on her right nipple and started sucking on it. The pleasure was so intense that she automatically grabbed onto Anne's head and moaned. She was barely aware of her panties being torn away. What she felt was the hands that kneaded her butt, and a finger that lightly brushed against her clit. 

Donna was so torn from the pleasure that Anne was giving her and the realization that it was all happening in front of a room full of smoking, beer drinking men. And one of them was her boyfriend! She opened her eyes and looked to her left. Joey was watching but she couldn't see if he was disgusted or turned on by the sight of her enjoying herself in front of strangers. The sudden flick of Anne's tongue on her clit made her jump. "I've got to get control of this," she said to herself, and despite the wondrous feel of Anne's tongue on her, she backed off, took hold of Anne's face and lifted her up to kiss her fiercely. Then she slowly turned around so that her back is to the audience and started kissing Anne's neck.

"What are you doing," she whispered.

"Turning you on," she replied with eyes closed.

"I know! But you're not supposed to do that!"

"But you're enjoying it, aren't you?" They swayed to the music while Anne caressed Donna's breast.

"I am, but Joey's watching us!"

"I know. He asked me to."

"What?"

They both looked at Joey and Donna was surprised to see him raise his glass to them and take a sip.

Anne started to kneel down in front of her. "Do you want me?"

"Yes."

"Then let's get on with this. The music's about to end."

With that she put her lips against Donna's stiff clit and hungrily sucked on it. Donna threw her head back in ecstasy. The orgasm washed over her so suddenly and fiercely. Just as the pleasure reached it's peak, Anne inserted her tongue inside her pussy. Another wave of orgasm swept her and it was all she could do not to fall on her back from pure pleasure. 

The music was about to end. Anne stood up after a final kiss to her shaven pussy and they embraced most tenderly while swaying to the last beats of the song. The crowd hooted and cheered and shouted more, but the two girls started heading for the exit.

Anne smiled at Donna and said, "Tonight is my turn."

"Tonight?"

"Yes. Joey told me to ask you if you wouldn't mind spending a night together with me."

Donna turned to Joey, and he sat there with a big smile on his face and clapping. Donna smiled at him.

"Sure, but tell him he'll only get to watch us tonight. He can join in next time."

They both stopped by the stage door exit and playfully took a bow while laughing.



The Dancer



I was supposed to be on my way home when something drew me to that strip club. I had looked up the website earlier in the day to masturbate furiously over the pictures of the dancers. My masturbation session ended abruptly and I was sent packing to run some errands.

I'm just a normal guy and I do not frequent strip clubs. In fact it was only the second time in my life that I had ever gone to one. I pulled up into a parking spot and sat in the car for several minutes trying to tell myself that I couldn't go in. I could hear a faint rhythm coming from the small black building that was in front of me and it called to me.

Eventually I built up the courage to enter the doors. Thankfully I went in as soon as I did. The entry fee was going to go up in about 10 minutes. I paid the man at the door and was allowed to pass through a long hallway and then into a small room with a stage in the center and about thirty chairs around the stage. At the back of the room there were two doors. The one on the right had a sign above it that indicated it was the entrance to the restrooms and the other door was unmarked.

I sat in one of the seats facing the stage and waited for quite some time before any girls came out. I was somewhat confused by the lack of girls in this establishment because the last club I had been to was always covered with women wanting your attention. The first was Alyssa. She was very short even with her extremely tall heels. She had blonde hair that was very straight and it was just long enough to touch the bottom of her shoulder blades. She was not skinny, but very well proportioned and had beautiful c-cup breasts. She headed straight for me and introduced herself.

"Hi, I'm Alyssa. What's your name?"

"Mike," was all I could mutter. I am not unattractive but even considering the nature of that business I was still nervous about being approached by such a hot woman.

"Would you like a dance?" She asked me cheerfully. "Or would you like to go back to one of the VIP rooms for a nude chair or bed dance?"

"I, I, I.... I'd like to go to the back" was what I finally able to say to her. She walked me through the door in the back and down a narrow hallway surrounded by doors. She grabbed my arm and pulled me into a small dark room with a small light that was just bright enough to allow me to see where things were.

"You can put your things on the table there if you would like," she instructed me. "Would you like to be on the bed or in the chair?" 

We discussed the formalities and decided to use the bed. The price was higher, but I imagined that the service would be better. I laid down on the bed and put my hands behind my head. Alyssa removed her bikini and climbed on top of me and began to simulate sex with me. She rubbed her bare crotch on my leg and then leaned forward to press her breasts into my face. With here breasts on my face she grabbed my arms and pulled them down to her hips. As my fingers touched her thighs and hips a moan escaped her lips. An erection was growing in my shorts that I knew would not see a resolution. As I lamented the fact that I could not fuck this gorgeous woman I was interrupted by her tongue slowly creeping along my neck and up to my ear. She nibbled my earlobe for a bit and then slowly crept down my body until here face was directly in front of my cock. She rubbed her face against my card cock through my shorts and then backed away.

My time was up. She offered me another dance but I was out of cash. I walked with her out to the main room and she said "I'll be back for more sweety!" I quickly found an ATM and withdrew a few hundred dollars. I wanted some more dances with Alyssa.

I sat down and was treated to seeing Alyssa up on stage performing for everyone. Her movements on the pole and on the ground got me so stirred up that I almost came in my pants. A black woman that was much taller than Alyssa and maybe even taller than me approached my seat and offered me a dance that I would not forget. I apologized and told her that I wasn't interested at that time. I wanted Alyssa. Some time passed and Alyssa came out again with a large group of girls. It was time for them to find partners for a special in the VIP rooms. I was disappointed when I ended up being the last guy in the room and not a single girl around. Alyssa had left the room with another guy.

I waited for a good long time before I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to find the black woman that I had refused earlier. She again let me know that if I accompanied her to the VIP room she would give me a dance I would never forget. I accepted because I was bored and very horny. She walked me back to the VIP rooms and pulled me into a different room than the one I had been in before. She wasted no time getting through the necessary arrangements while she was removing the tiny dress she was wearing. 

She was very thin but had extremely large breasts. They were at least a DD-cup. But they were obviously fake as they were perfectly round. 

Now I know that you can't expect sex in a strip club and you can expect to be showered with praise by women expecting huge tips. What I wasn't expecting was the dance I was given. I was pushed down onto the bed by this nude woman and she straddled me.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" She asked me quietly.

"No," I replied softly. This is absolutely true. I did not have a girlfriend. I did however have a wife. Lies by omission are great.

"Why not?" She asked as she pulled my hands to her round ass.

"I'm shy I guess."

"Grab my ass hard," she whispered in my ear. I did as I was told. "If I was your girlfriend I'd fuck you every day." She pulled away from me and put her hands on my shins. She slowly slid her hands up the legs of my shorts and found my cock through my boxer shorts. I moaned as she started to move her hand along the length of my cock. 

"Oh, my god." Was all she said when she reached the end. My wife has always loved that I have a fairly large cock. And this stripper found something she wasn't expecting on a quiet white boy. She slid her hand into my boxers and groped my cock. I assume by the way that she was touching me she was checking to see if it was real. 

"Your huge cock has made me so wet. Can I pull it out of your shorts? I want to see it." I nodded and she quickly unbuttoned my shorts and lowered my zipper. "Wait, stay right there." She got up and peeked here head out the door and told the bouncer that everything was all right and that she would be spending more time in the room as I was a VIP. She came back to find that I had freed my cock from my shorts and it peered out through the hole in front of my boxers.

I was rock hard and she was staring at my tool. She then reached out and touched the tip which caused me to jump a little. She leaned over and looked more closely. It was like she had never seen a cock before. I started to sit up a little when she went into action. She pushed me back down and then quickly put her lips around the head of my cock. I wasn't expecting that at all and I nearly cried out. I bit my lip and let her suck my dick.

"I'm married." Was all I was able to mutter. She pulled away from my cock and looked at me.

"Me too," she said calmly. "I won't tell if you don't. I want to give you this and then I want you in my ass. But under no circumstances can I let you fuck my pussy. That belongs to my husband." I had no problem with that. She went back to sucking on my cock. While she continued sliding her mouth up and down the shaft here tongue maneuvered around the head. She turned her body so that I was looking straight into her pussy. I went to touch her and she bit my dick and pulled away and said "No Pussy." I moved my hand to her asshole and massaged around the small puckered hole. I sucked on my finger for a minute coating it with saliva and then pushed the tip into her ass. I slid the tip in and then out again just pushing and then letting her hole push me out again.

Soon she was pushing her ass onto my finger obviously wanting a lot more. I put my finger back in my mouth to get more spit and then put the finger right up to her ass. I let the tip touch her hole and she pushed back taking my whole finger. She groaned on my cock and I could hear the slurping sound she made on every stroke. I fucked her slowly at first with my finger and then at her prompting I started ramming her hard with my finger.

Without a word, she spun around pulling her ass off of my finger and positioned her self so that she was facing me and straddling my crotch. She slowly lowered herself until the head of my prick was at the entrance to her asshole. She grabbed my hand and put my finger, that had just come out of her butt, into her mouth. She sucked hard as she lowered herself down the entire length of my dick in one quick stroke. I could tell that it hurt like hell. She stopped moving for a minute or two. Her eyes were very moist like she was ready to cry.

Then without warning she started moving herself up and then down the length of my cock. Her ass was very tight and the lubrication provided by the blowjob she had been giving me was just barely enough to keep things comfortable. She rode me for a few more minutes and then stopped. She pushed her ass down as far as she could and ground my cock into her butthole. She moaned quietly and started to shake. I could feel her cumming. Her ass muscles grabbed hold of my cock and I took this chance to start pushing back. I grabbed her hips and started fucking her like mad.

It wasn't long before I shot a hot load of cum up her ass. The muscles in her ass felt as though it were milking my cock to get every last drop. She got up and my cock was pulled from her hole. I stood up and straightened out my clothes. I started to put my cock back in my pants when she grabbed it and pulled me toward her again. She silently licked all of the fluids from my dick and then whispered that my experience was "on the house." I zipped up and left quickly. 

When I got out to the car I sat there for a few minutes stunned at what had just happened. I saw her come out of the club and look around. She was about to go back inside when she spotted me. She walked over to my car and tapped on the glass. I rolled down the window and she handed me a card then walked away. The card had her name, phone number and a little note that said "Please come back and let me dance for you again some time."



The Dancer and Golfer Divorce



Author's note: Again thanks for the constructive comments about my last submission. And thanks to Literotica for a chance to practice my writing for so many readers amongst the LW viewers. 

Below is yet another story about people who DO NOT live next door. It includes a mismatched husband and wife who get a divorce and a bit of pain. 





The dance instructor stood at the dance studio window looking out at the parking lot and watched her next student slide out of the passenger side door of the car. He obviously was consumed with love for the lady driving the car since he had bear hugged her to simply kiss goodbye. She immediately had good vibes from watching them embrace as her mind raced ahead to the Professional-Amateur (Pro-Am) Regional Championships coming Saturday night and knew that a rock stable home life was a vital ingredient when training hopeful ballroom dance champions. 

Angie Mantel is in her mid-forties and a professional ballroom dancer with a resume that lists dancing credits in 20 countries. When she and her dance partner are not performing in paid exhibitions or in competitions, She teaches dance lessons along with the other 20 independent dance instructors who rented instruction space in this major big-city studio. Her dance partner teaches also in the rented space next to hers. 

The student on her mind now - about whom Angie has dreams of his becoming a professional dancer - is Morton Johns. After getting out of her car, he had just watch his wife drive out of the parking lot, and was now walking into the building for today's lesson - there would only be one more lesson after today before the BIG event. Morton had been training for 2 months taking two or three lessons weekly to compete in the Pro-Am regional meet this coming Saturday night at a major downtown hotel. The mid-twenties journeyman electrician, i.e., the dance 'leader,' had all the patterns down pat for each of the three dance routines the student would perform with his teacher. She played the role of 'follower.' Morton's amazing muscle memory bolted the professional's attention to him even in their first training lesson for the coming event. Their focus soon turned to style and technique as the judges graded highly precision dance steps which would radiate a sense of grace and elegance while dancing with his professional instructor. Technique had been their practice goals for the past six weeks.

Morton was rare, in that he was a natural dancer - light on his feet, tall, handsome, mid 20s, an almost natural 'leader' on the dance floor, and had almost unique muscle memory. He was, at the same time a very strong man though with average size arms for a 6'2" man - he could, for example, lift his teacher's 107 pounds above his head with one large hand and spin her around with no visible evidence of muscle strain. This 'overhead baton' pattern was part of the choreography they had been practicing for the preceding two months for Saturday's competition - five more days. He told his teacher when he signed the lesson contract, "I want to excel in something - My wife has just become a celebrated scratch golfer around her club house at the links where she plays with girl friends - and I want to be as impressive on the dance floor."

After the 'feel-good-I-am-ready' lesson was over, Morton went to the adjoining rent space and had a seat to wait for his carpool ride home. Marilyn Candles was a divorced twenty something who, too, was practicing for the same competition Saturday night, except as a 'follower.' Morton and Marilyn had met at one of the studio wide dance parties - a very crowded affair where students of all 20 instructors would mingle and practice their newly learned dance skills. As the two got to know each other, they found out that they not only have very much in common but they also happen to live in the same vast apartment complex. In time they were so very comfortable in each other's arms dancing they started excluding others as partners. But both instructors of the two students encouraged them to dance with others to improve their skills. They did reluctantly and when he started to spend very little time in Marilyn's arms, Morton even thought about a clandestine affair with her since he felt so good in her presence. But, he knew - and knew that she knew - achieving excellence doesn't mix with sexual hanky panky so they never even touched each other off the dance floor, even as they would sometimes spend hours talking at a Starbucks enroute home after practice. 

More than that, however, Morton was very much in love with his wife of 4 years. He still referred to her as his bride and a cheesecake photo was pasted on his locker at work. She, however, expressed zero interest in her husband's passion to dance. Likewise, Marilyn expressed zero interest in golf. They did enjoy many other things together, however. And they had what is often presumed to be a 'successful' but childless marriage. This included a good sex life where she would dress in sexy gowns and would drive Morton crazy before sexual contact. Then, both would orgasm at the same time almost every time they enjoyed each other's body. Morton told Joyce before they were married that he couldn't father children due to a childhood illness. But she was completely sure that she didn't want children. She wanted to be at the top in her profession, and children mattered not at all to her. And they had several mutual and other couple friends and did many things together. 

That particular Tuesday evening Marilyn pulled into her numbered parking place and the two dancers said 'goodnight' to each other, and agreed that Doug would drive on Thursday afternoon. Doug made his way to his apartment and noticed that his wife's car was in her slot. He smiled and immediately thought about pussy as he walked in. "Joyce! I am home. Good lesson tonight!" When there was no answer he searched the whole apartment only to find a hand written note from her on the dining table: "Morton, I flew to Las Vegas after saying goodbye to you this afternoon, with a group of friends from the Links. My return ticket is for next Monday arriving about 5 or so. We can decide together what to do about 'us' at that time. I know you are in a dance contest this weekend and good-luck to you. Joyce"

Morton already felt the first pangs of the collapse of his male ego. Then he went to her clothes drawer and found that all 4 of her sexy gowns he had bought for her were missing as were her two party dresses that had hung in their closet. This knowledge was a blow between the eyes. He immediately, and erroneously, assumed that his sterility was the base cause, though not the immediate cause of her running off. At that point he went to the kitchen and got a half empty bottle of wine from the refrigerator and started drinking from the bottle, even though he had not had dinner. 

He finished that bottle and opened another, trying to watch a movie on the TV. He went to 'sleep' about halfway through the second bottle and then woke up shortly and rushed into the bathroom to 'pray to the porcelain god.' He tried to eat some food, but the thought of eating anything made him even more nauseous. He took two days of sick leave and lay on his couch and watched TV both days, although he did regain a small appetite so that he could keep the wine down. He kept seeing Joyce's picture on the TV and concluded that he was really fucked up drunk. His only 'consolation' is that he kept telling himself that this had to be his fault - in that he should never have married. 

At about 4:00 P.M there was a pounding on his front door. There stood Marilyn ready to leave for the studio. Morton then remembered that he was to have driven them on this last practice day. Morton just stood in his underwear and house coat with body odor and a 3 day growth of beard on his face. "What in hell has happened to you," she asked?

"I got this note from my dear wife," he said while digging the note out of his housecoat, "And of course I am not worth a damn! I have got to call Angie M. and tell her the caper is off. ha ha ha."

"Damn Morton, you are drunk," as she started to read the note. She then looked at him and said, "Oh. I see. But on the other hand, you have two or three grand that you can ill afford invested in these dance lessons plus you bought a custom fit tuxedo for Saturday night. You need to pull yourself together and do this. Look, there are lots of good looking women available out in the singles world and some might even fit you - why do this to yourself over a woman who doesn't love you?"

"I hurt, Marilyn, and logically you are right, but I still hurt. ' Why suffer torment over a woman who doesn't love me' is exactly what I have been asking myself since Tuesday night. Anyway, drive yourself to the studio and tell Angie that this weekend is off for me before you start your lesson, will you?"

"Yes, Morton, now I must go."

Thirty five minutes later Morton had just started a porno movie when there was again a pounding at the door. He turned off the DVD and opened the door to face a very angry instructor, Angie Mantel.

"Come in, Angie, and I am sorry I look like and feel like hell! I am especially sorry that I have let you down."

"You have let yourself down! You have pissed away your time and energy, the 2500 dollar check you wrote me plus the 5 or 6 hundred for your costume and entrance fee. More importantly, you wanted to excel at dancing and was ready to demonstrate that to the community. You are ready for Saturday night, Morton! Besides that all your friends at the studio will be looking for you because my partner and I have been hyping you and Marilyn as sure the two winners plus to other dance instructors in this and other studios who will have contestants at the competition. A lesser issue is that you will stab a hole in my career as a dancing teacher because you can't take your goddam licks like a man. Please understand my plight. I am getting to be a 'has been' on the professional dance circuit as my age advances, and I depend more and more for my livelihood on instructing. I plead with you, don't this to me. You are on the pre-printed program already and everything is laid out. Will you please pull yourself together and show up ready to dance Saturday night?"

"Angie, I am not sure....."

She interrupted him by continuing, "If you will come to the studio Saturday at 3:00 we will rehearse and then we can have dinner together and go straight to the Hotel. Just bring your costume on a hanger and we both can change after we get there."

Without another word, she turned and left. The self condemnation he felt now was much much more painful than that of the initial collapse of his male ego Tuesday night. To try to get relief, he jumped up and grabbed the vacuum cleaner and then took out the garbage and got the rest of the house in some kind of order. He then went to the bathroom and shaved and bathed and felt like he was 'on a roll' to beat this rap he had brought on himself.

At 9:00 there was a knock on the door as he was still dressed in his underwear plus a house coat. It was Marilyn carrying a TV tray with two hot dinner plates on it. She asked, "You going to just stand there or invite me in?"

He opened the door wide and cleaned off the dining table where she put the two plates down. After he fixed a beverage for them and brought out some silverware, they sat down. His hunger was such that the smell of the meatloaf and potatoes was making him dizzy. They ate saying very little but each just looked at the other. Afterwards, Morton dipped out two bowls of ice cream and gave her one. She says, "Wow! That was good!"

Morton asked, "How can I thank you enough for saving my life?"

"You can start by going to work in the morning. I will set my clock early and come cook your breakfast and I will do the same tomorrow evening if you promise you will show up at the studio at 3:00 P.M. Saturday ready to dance."

"I promise, Marilyn. Your dinner was wonderful! I have a better idea. Our couch makes a very good queen-size bed. Lets go get your stuff and you stay here?"

"I will sleep here but I will go by my apartment to get ready for work in the morning. Have you bed linen and food I can cook for us in the morning?"

"Yes. Yes. Yes"

By Saturday afternoon at 2:00 Morton and Marilyn had moved several items from her apartment into Morton's living room, including her costume for tonight. It was sort of like she was moving in. 

Marilyn watched their final rehearsal of all three routines. Afterwards, she clapped wildly and said, "I know you will win, Morton."

Angie and Morton did win first place in two of the three pro-am routines and the judges named them the overall winner. The audience was crowded with wildly cheering friends. Afterwards there was a giant dance party where Morton was the center of attention. When asked to start the couples dancing, he took Marilyn's hand and said, "Folks, say hello to Marilyn Candles who, along with my teacher, Angie Mantel, are responsible for my win tonight!" The party went on and on and about 1:30 in the morning Morton and Marilyn made their way to the parking garage and drove home. They danced up the sidewalk to Morton's apartment, unlocked the door and walked into the living room.

His wife Joyce sat in his easy chair with her feet on a small suitcase because the couch was still made into a bed. Her eyes were bright red and all the make up had run down her face. Morton thought to himself, ["God! She looks like a fucking witch!"] and turned to Marilyn and said, "Marilyn, I think you have met Joyce a time or two. She and I lived in wedded bliss until last Tuesday, if you will remember. Lets get your things, Marilyn, and I will walk you over to your apartment. May I take you to breakfast about 10:00 in the morning, Dear Lady?"

They walked out the door with their arms loaded her things chatting with each other, ignoring Joyce. At her front door Morton asked, "Will you trust me that I not only want you as a dance partner, but as my partner as well. Please excuse me while I take care of business right now."

"O.K. I will see you at ten in the morning."

Back in his own apartment facing his wife Morton took off his clothes, lay on the sofa bed and propped up on pillows and looked at her and finally said,"I have only one question, Joyce. When did you stop loving me or being in love with me? "

She replied with very large tears now streaming down her plain face, "I still love you, Morton, even though my conduct this past week doesn't suggest that. But when I am around my friends I become a different person. I am sure its a mental illness. The first thing I will do Monday is drop my membership at my long time golf course and start playing at the Municipal one." 

After no response from Morton, Joyce continued, "Aren't you going to ask me about my trip and why I am back today instead of Monday?"

He replied, "I hadn't planned to but I feel like you are going to tell me anyway, so go ahead. Remember it's two o'clock and I have danced all night - and I am dead tired, so just hit the high points."

"Morton, don't you care for me at all?"

"Care for you? That hasn't crossed my mind today. But I got drunk Tuesday night and again Wednesday and missed two days of work in my distress. Does that count as 'caring for you'? Never mind all that, eh you were going to tell me about you....."

"Our foursome was followed by some men friends in a foursome playing behind us about six weeks ago on Saturday. After the 18th hole we had a beer and all eight of us decided to fly to Vegas for a long weekend party on one of the charters - spur of the moment decision. My gentleman friend, also a scratch golfer, was the only single man in the group of 8 as the other 6 consisted of three couples."

Morton yawned and said tongue-in-cheek, "Wow! Fucking a highly skilled golfer in Vegas must be every party lover's dream come true!."

At this point Joyce broke into tears again and said, "No. No. No. At first he couldn't even get his cock hard. So after I finally solved that problem for him he lasted under a minute once inside of me. What a miserable creep! After breakfast on Thursday morning I told my best girl friend, 'I have made a terrible mistake and I am taking a commercial flight home today.' She then said, 'Wait! You have already pissed away your happy home to come with us on this Vegas party. Why not make the best of it and swap my husband Jimmy with with your 'doofus' tonight as a trial?'"

Morton visibly bored now and craving sleep asked, "So Jimmy was the stuff that real men are made of, I suppose?"

"We had tickets for a performer that I liked the next evening so I stayed and went along. He at least could perform the sex act - although he grunted and groaned so loudly the prospect of his having a heart attack crossed my mind. The other problems I had was that he was overweight with a pooching belly, had puffy skin that was yucky to touch, he was always sweating, made terrible noises and odors in the toilet and continued to make body noises even afterwards. I couldn't sleep because he snored so loudly. While I lay awake I kept asking myself, 'Why am I in bed with this piece of meat when I have a real man at home whose body I worship?" As you might imagine, by this time I was feeling like a piece of shit myself and resolved again to take an early flight home on Friday."

Morton said cynically with very heavy eyelids, "But you didn't come home on Friday, so that night must have been your dream come true then?"

"No! It was doofus again, but I lied to him by saying, 'I have just started my period early so you sleep on your side of the bed.' After breakfast the next morning, I said goodbye to the group that I didn't feel well and was going home early. I arrived about 5:00 and remembered that you had a dance contest Saturday night so I came home to wait. I almost fainted at the door because after I stepped in I saw the touches of a woman in the living room, kitchen and in this whole apartment. Her sleeping separately from you made me lose it - I threw up when I went into our bathroom and found it sparkling clean." Joyce stopped talking for a moment and noticed that Morton was sound asleep in the sofa bed. 

With no other options and sleep impossible, Joyce unpacked her clothes and showered and still lay in what had been her and her husband's bed cursing herself for the remainder of the night.

Morton's timer went off at 9:45 and he refreshed himself and ran the electric shaver over his face. The master bedroom door was closed so he did not get clean clothes out of the closet but wore the clothes he had worn to the dance rehearsal the day before. He quietly closed his apartment door and walked over to Marilyn's.

The first thing she did when she came to the door was just grab him and hold him very close to her body as if they were doing an intimate Argentine Tango pattern. She said, "Thank goodness you are here! I kept having nightmares that you would forgive your wife and make up, and that you would forget me."

"Quite the opposite. Our divorce should be simple: no real-estate, no alimony, and no children. And I don't know how poor I will become after we finish negotiating, but I need a place to live. Want to rent me your spare bedroom?"

"Yes! Yes! Can we start moving you in immediately after we get back from breakfast?"

The End

Epilogue: Joyce's no-contest divorce proposal was acceptable to Morton - splitting all assets and debts equally, where Joyce kept the apartment. She immediately found a golf playing roommate. In time Joyce introduced her new roommate to Morton and Marilyn and finished by saying, "He is already a good golfer." 

Marilyn and Morton's sleeping in separate rooms lasted one week, when they copulated the first time on the living room couch, and this was repeated very very often after that. This new found happiness prompted her to move his clothes and things into her closet and him into her bed. Their relationship in her apartment lasted three years during which time they became showcase ballroom dance performers for small stipends sometimes around the city. Morton sat for and passed the exam to become a Master Electrician. He then was promoted with a major increase in pay, so he began pricing and submitting electrical subcontracting job bids to major general contractors for his firm. Marilyn became a supervisor in her office.




The Dancer and Golfer Divorce



One day Morton got a phone call from Blackpool, England - the dancing capital of the world. A woman with a household name in the dancing world called him, she had been referred to him by his original dance teacher, Angie Mantel. After spelling out an opportunity to train with the best of the best and how much it would cost for a one year term in England, he promised to call back tomorrow. He loved Marilyn very much but here was an opportunity for stardom. What to do?

At the dinner table that evening, Morton looked at his lovely partner and asked, "Care to buy a home with me, Joint Tenure 50-50?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" 



The Doctor is In...



When I called my wife to let her know I was heading home, she was both coy and sexy on the phone, telling me that she had a surprise for me, and not to make any plans for the rest of the night. Inevitably, a cryptic message like this meant an evening and night featuring Suzanne modeling lingerie for me, followed by the prolific use of lubricant, and ended with us naked and lathered up. When I pulled up to the house, I was intrigued to discover a silver sports car parked behind Suzanne's car, with a most fascinating personalized Louisiana license plate: "HotDoc".

When I walked in the front door, Suzanne was sitting on the couch in one of my favorite outfits, a lacy sundress, with a halter top that emphasized her spectacular breasts, so sheer that you could see her form silhouetted when she stood against a light, and so short to display her perfectly toned long legs to considerable advantage. Normally she wore this dress with boots, but tonight she wore strapped stilettos. Whenever she chose to wear this dress, we both knew it would result in some serious pussy eating, screaming orgasms on her part, and me doing some serious pipe laying in her pussy.

Sitting next to her on the couch was a late 30's or early 40's knockout, simply stunning in a tightly-tailored sexy Doctor outfit. Long dark, raven black hair, reaching nearly to her waist with a hint of waves and curls. The good Doctor clearly had some gypsy blood running through her veins. A well-rounded firm ass, long legs in white stockings, with just a hint of lace peeking out from beneath the short hem of her skirt. And, as the topper, huge breasts, maybe a DD, and her white Doctor's coat was perfectly tailored to display them to full advantage. Both women had a glass of wine, and I observed there was a clean, empty wine glass sitting on the coffee table.

I stood before our guest, who Suzanne introduced, simply as "Dr. Peyton."

After polite handshakes, Suzanne explained, "Honey, since you've turned 40, you know I'm worried about your prostrate health." 

I glanced down and there was a patent leather doctor's bag at Dr. Peyton's feet. I had a pretty good idea where this evening was going to go.

Suzanne continued, "So I asked Dr. Peyton to come over for a house call, to give you your first examination. Dr. Peyton and I are going to make this as enjoyable as possible for you."

Dr. Peyton stood up and smiled up at me. Her perfume was intoxicating, and I was putty in her hands when she suggested, "Why don't you lose those duds, and position yourself on that bear rug, Cowboy?"

In a twinkling, I was naked before the two beautiful women, on my hands and knees upon the bear rug, head down, ass up, legs spread.

Dr. Peyton knelt close behind me, her earthy but seductive perfume filling my nostrils, her long black hair cascading over my neck and back, "I guarantee you, Cowboy, you're going to enjoy this more than you can possibly imagine. Now I want you to relax, I know your lovely wife has slipped her finger up your ass more than a few times, hasn't she?"

I got hard immediately whenever Suzanne slipped her finger inside me, inevitably the night ended with me shouting at the top of my lungs, my cum spraying all over my wife's gorgeous body. Suzanne knelt in front of me, put her hands behind her neck, and dropped her halter top, exposing her perfect breasts, "Honey, why don't you suck on my tits to relax you."

Suzanne cupped her right breast and held it up to my mouth, I engulfed it like a man possessed.

I could hear Dr. Peyton opening the Doctor's bag, then she was moving around closely behind me. Suzanne involuntarily drew her breath in and sighed quietly, "Oh yes." Dr. Peyton rested her left hand on my ass, and began to gently massage my ass muscles, extending her strokes to inside my muscular thigh, then fondling my balls. I was hard before, but now I was so rock hard it hurt. Then her right hand, with a handful of lubricant, touched my asshole. I know my ass twitched and tensed, involuntarily, but Dr. Peyton whispered into my ear, "Relax, cowboy, just relax."

I could feel her finger tip resting against my ass, then she gently pressed forward. I was surprised, as I opened right up for her, and she was inside me with no further resistance on my part. This gypsy doctor began slowly rotating her finger inside me, at the same time massaging my ass muscles slowly and gently, but erotically, with her other hand. I could feel my muscles relaxing and surrendering to her.

Dr. Peyton was kissing my ear while I suckled my wife's breast, Suzanne's nipple was stiff and erect inside my mouth. The Doctor told me, "Pushing my finger in, Cowboy, just like your wife does, slow and easy, gentle, relax, let me in." Her other hand now began to stroke my cock, lightly, slowly, barely touching me, more teasing than stroking.

My hips and cock responded, and as they did, Dr. Peyton's finger moved into my ass, stopping when she found my prostrate. She began gently massaging it inside me.

I moaned, "Oh, yes, Oh yes." Suzanne giggled and Dr. Peyton kissed my cheek, both her hands working me, "Well done, stud, I'm going to do my test now."

I could feel her pressing firmly against me, and shifting her finger around me. The good Dr. assured Suzanne, "Perfect, honey, he's perfect. Now let's keep him that way."

Dr. Peyton began rubbing her breasts, which she had clearly exposed to Suzanne when the entire scenario began, against my back, "All right, Cowboy, I've developed a fun little massage to keep a man's prostrate completely healthy. Trust me, you're going to love this."

She began massaging inside me, while she started seriously stroking my cock, and I can't begin to tell you how good it felt. I began gasping, "Doctor, this is incredible, this feels great."

The Doctor kept pressing her breasts against my back, her nipples were hard, and I could feel something cold at one nipple, meaning that she was pierced. I wish I could have seen the show, Suzanne was clearly relishing it, whispering, "Beautiful, so beautiful" Then louder, "I love your breasts, Dr. Peyton, they are so big and gorgeous. They look so good pressed against my husband's back. Your nipple ring is lovely."

This Doctor was the sexiest medical practitioner I'd ever been under the care of, and I was relishing every moment of it. Suzanne interrupted her and told me, "Cowboy, Dr. Peyton is going to visit once a month, and give you a special prostrate massage to keep you healthy."

The Doctor filled in the blanks, "I have a number of young ladies, high school and college students, all above 18 years old to keep everything legal, that assist me. I'm teaching them my techniques, in the interest of male health, of course. Some of these young ladies will accompany me..."

It was Suzanne's turn to giggle, " I hope you won't mind, honey, having schoolgirls stimulate your ass and stroke your cock. Just imagine, babe, those hot, tight-bodied, pretty young schoolgirls pleasuring you."

I know my cock responded, it wouldn't have taken much more of this treatment for me to be showering the doctor's hands and my wife's tits with a steaming load of hot cum. The Doctor slowed her ministrations, instructing me in a sultry, breathy voice, "Don't come, let me know and I'll slow things down, I want you to keep from coming as long as you can. Can you hold off your come for me, stud?"

I groaned, "I'll hold off as long as I can for you, Doctor. I'll let you know. I am really close right now."

The Doctor giggled as she stopped stroking and her hands squeezed my cock hard, "We have nothing but time tonight, and when you finally do come, I want you to come harder than you ever have in your life. I want you to come hard for me, can you come hard for me, Cowboy?"

I responded, positively and firmly, "I'm going to come like a geyser for you, Doctor."

Suzanne kissed the top of my head. I kissed my way over to her left breast and engulfed it in deeply into my mouth. Suzanne asked, "Do you like the Doctor's massage, baby?"

I gasped, "Suzanne, I've never felt anything like this, it's incredible, my whole cock and balls are tingling for the Doctor."

Dr. Peyton shifted her hands underneath me, and I felt a second finger at my asshole. I must have drawn in a deep breath. The good Doctor suddenly sounded really excited, she had a catch in her voice, "Cowboy, Suzanne and I want to do something really kinky with you. Trust me, you're going to love it. Tell me, Cowboy, are you up for it?"

There was absolutely no way I could resist anything at this point, these two women had me entirely at their mercy. I moaned, "Anything you want, Doctor, I'm yours, go for it."

The Doctor now partially withdrew her first finger, resting it just inside of me, then barely moved her second finger, and began gently massaging my asshole in little tiny circles, then she lightly pressed. I was so relaxed and aroused, I felt it slip in. Dr. Peyton's voice was husky, "I'm going to massage your prostrate with two fingers, stud. This is going to make you come harder and more than you can ever have imagined before. Trust me, trust me, relax, deeper, deeper."

Suzanne was very quiet, she seemed to tense up a bit and concentrate on everything that was going on, she held her breath. I could feel her body trembling and eased up on her breasts for a moment while I caught my breath.

The Doctor pressed two fingers inside of me. I pressed hard against my wife and grasped her waist with my hands, grunting with the intensity of the penetration. All the time the Doctor kept stroking my cock, a little harder and faster this time. She worked me to the edge again, then backed off. My entire body was tingling, and I was seeing stars.

Dr. Peyton was breathing heavily into my ear while grinding her full breasts into my back, "This is a fun little trick that my Gypsy grandmother taught me. Usually, the moment I begin a double finger massage, the subject sprays cum everywhere. Suzanne, your husband is a real stud to hold his come for me."

She kept working me and whispered into my ear, "Very impressive, cowboy, my hand should be coated with your cum by now."

My cock twitched but I took a deep breath and cooled things before I gave this kinky gypsie what she was discussing.

The Doctor was talking to me again, I glanced up and could see that her and Suzanne were locking eyes, "Your pretty little wife made a fun bet with me, Cowboy, she bet I couldn't fit two fingers inside your ass. The bet was so simple. If I lost, you and Suzanne could have a weekend with me inside your special room, no holds barred. Suzanne told me that you would do things to my big tits that would change my life, Cowboy. But maybe I'll still let you strap down my tits at some point in the future, if you're a good boy."

Suzanne stepped in, "Don't her big breasts feel wonderful pressed against you, Cowboy? Imagine Dr. Peyton surrendering her hot body to us, the two of us strapping her down together, and you having your way with her breasts. Have you noticed, Cowboy, she only has one nipple pierced? Wouldn't it excite you to pierce her other nipple while her gorgeous Gypsy body is bound and helpless?"

Dr. Peyton paused for dramatic effect, "Maybe if you're good, Cowboy, I'll let you have my tits. But since Suzanne lost, your wife has to assist me with entertaining a special out of town guest Friday night. He is an extremely wealthy, quite powerful businessman who only comes to town once or twice a year. I agreed to entertain him his last visit. I dressed in my sexiest evening gown, he took me out to dinner at the most expensive restaurant in town, then to the opera. We listened to the singing, then he took me back to his hotel suite, and he listened to MY singing the rest of the night. This guy is hung like a horse, and has the staying powers of a bull. His ability at recovering is stunning. I thought I could handle this man by myself, but he fucked my pussy and ass out. He likes his last fuck by sunrise, and I had to finish him off with my mouth, because my pussy and ass were so stretched and sore from being pounded by him. So, Cowboy, he's in town again Friday night, and I need help entertaining him."

Suzanne's voice trembled just a bit, "You won't mind, honey, if I help Dr. Peyton entertain her out of town guest Friday evening."

Dr. Peyton continued, "Your wife and I will dress in very sexy lingerie, with professional business clothes, our hair up in office buns, and briefcases. He has a particular fantasy he wants to explore tonight, two beautiful but reserved and professional businesswomen negotiating a proposal with him..."

Suzanne interrupted, "And they lose the negotiations..."

Dr. Peyton filled in the gaps, "And we'll spend the rest of the night fulfilling the terms of the kinky contract. Once he sees Suzanne's gorgeous body and spectacular tits, he'll fuck her the same way he did me the first time he viewed my big breasts. His cock is stunning when he's hard, and he gave it to me hard and rough, deep and pounding, and for a long time. I lost track how many times I came around his big cock while he gave it to me. And when he came, he shot all over my breasts."

Suzanne was breathing heavily, "You know that's the way I like it, Cowboy, he's going to shoot a big load of hot, steaming cum all over my tits."

Dr. Peyton continued, "Imagine my tongue licking his cum off Suzanne's breasts. We'll do a little girl-on-girl action to get the stud ready to do me. Think how hot that scene will be."

Suzanne had her hand between her legs now, and her nipple in my mouth was as hard as a pebble, "I'll bet it won't take him long to get hard again..."

Dr. Peyton filled in some more details to my eager ears, "You can expect Suzanne to return early in the morning, just after sunrise. He likes to finish off with a good, hard fucking by dawn's early light. He also likes to shoot his cum all over his new partners, to initiate them. Suzanne will be returning with lots of cum coating her. Trust me, Cowboy, she'll be ridden hard and put away wet. She'll return Saturday morning walking bow-legged, sitting on pillows and sleeping on her stomach for the rest of the weekend. "

I began sucking and chewing on Suzanne's breasts and nipples like a teenager, I was so aroused. All this time Dr. Peyton never slowed down with her fingers dancing on my most intimate body part, and with her steady fondling of my cock with long, lingering strokes. I knew I was getting close, I could actually feel my come starting to gather inside my balls and cock.

Then Suzanne filled me in, "But we don't want you to be lonely and neglected at home, so Dr. Peyton has recruited a young lady to visit you while we are otherwise occupied Friday night."

Dr. Peyton now took over, "The young lady has been studying under me, and is ready to demonstrate her techniques on her own, without my supervision. She is quite lovely, incredible ass, full breasts, long blonde hair that is quite curly, and barely turned eighteen. After she finishes you off, I will expect a full report of her performance. Suzanne has led me to believe that you are highly experienced at converting women's anal virginity, and at introducing women of all ages to anal sex. I expect you to break in my young friend, while my businessman friend is breaking in your wife. She really wants to surrender her virgin ass, but only to a man who knows how to break her in gently."

Suzanne asked, breathlessly, "Is that all right, baby, imagine having a hot, innocent 18-year old body at your disposal, doing anything you want to her for the entire night. Imagine what her tight little pussy and ass is going to feel like wrapped around your stallion cock."

Dr. Peyton jumped in, while getting a bit more aggressive with me, I was almost there. "I expect you to pay close attention and grade her technique, Cowboy."

I agreed, without hesitation, believe me, in between gasping for breath and shuddering.

Dr. Peyton kept filling me in, "Don't worry, stud, I'll be sending you updates all night, so you can keep abreast of your wife and me entertaining our guest."

She ground her breasts into my back and began working me seriously, "You're going to love the photos I send you, trust me."

I began arching my hips into the good Dr. Peyton's hands, "You're close, aren't you Cowboy? But don't worry, my dear, I'm not leaving this house when you come. As soon as I finger and stroke the cum out of your cock, your wife is going to drop to her knees, open her pretty lips wide, and suck you hard again, so that I can mount your cock. I want your big stud cock buried deep in my pussy, stimulating my entire pussy and clit, and I'm going to ride you until I can't come anymore and you don't have any cum left in your cock. Maybe I'll let your wife ride your tongue at the same time, so I can play with her pretty breasts and hard nipples while I enjoy your cock, and she can explore my big tits. Would you like that?"

I began grunting and groaning, and Dr. Peyton ordered my wife, "Suzanne, get the wine glass and hold the head of your husband's cock for us. I believe my two-fingered massage is going to milk his cock for us."

Full-length, firm strokes, concentrating on my sweet spot just underneath the head of my cock. Two fingers dancing on my prostrate. When my wife touched my cock for the first time that evening I let her tit pop out of my mouth, and my face collapsed between the pillow of Suzanne's breasts.

Suzanne held the tip of my cock while Dr. Peyton finished me off, "It's your time, Cowboy, show your wife and I how much you can come."

I answered by bellowing like a bull, and blasting a massive cum shot into the empty wine glass. 

While I sagged against the rug, struggling for breath, Suzanne lifted the wine glass now mostly filled with my cum and drank about half of it, leaving a bright red lipstick stain upon its edge. She then handed it to Dr. Peyton, who rotated the cup and emptied it, leaving a second bright red lipstick stain upon its edge. My mind staggered.

The night was young.



The Doctor Is In



She looked like she was going to ask me another question, but I quickly brought my lips down to hers and began what would be a life-altering experience for both of us. That kiss was so special, and so very passionate. She responded to my every movement, sending her tongue deep into my mouth after mine invaded hers and then withdrew. She sucked my oral appendage after I gently sucked hers. And when I licked her lips, she returned that favor, too.

But her wonderful mimicry didn't stop there, either. When my hand slid down to cup her left breast and begin pinching and kneading her nipple, her hand went to my chest and began playing with mine. I suddenly found myself engulfed in some very new sensations. No woman had ever touched my nipples so erotically before, and it felt wonderful. And when I pinched down on her nipple a little harder, eliciting a moan of desire from deep within her chest, she pinched mine and it instantly sent a shiver to every part of my being.

My hand left her tit and trailed down lightly over her belly and thin pubic bush to cup her womanhood. And my middle finger immediately began to explore her dripping wet crease, entering her now unobstructed love tunnel and plunging into her forcefully again and again. That was enough to send her over the edge once again, and she found herself falling weightlessly through another series of body-wrenching pleasure surges as I kept up the plunging finger. She broke our kiss almost violently as she involuntarily gasped and then started a series of screams and meaningless chatter. "Oh, yes, oh yes, oooohh yeeeesssssss, Ooooooooooo.

I finally ended my finger pumping, allowing her to once again come down from that pleasure peak no mortal male will ever understand. I shifted my position until my head was between her thighs and only an inch or so away from her sweet, beautiful pussy. Then I suddenly plunged in, stabbing my tongue as deeply as I possibly could into her love tunnel as my nose crushed down on her clit. Then I began licking the entire length of her crease with long, moderately slow licks of my tongue.

I soon extended my long licks, including light flicks over her tightly puckered anus and perineum before again licking her crease. I kept this up for several minutes, stopping each time I sensed she was about to orgasm again. I was teasing her horribly, and loving it immensely. And she was bucking her hips wildly, trying to make me send her over the top and into that state of ecstacy I had showed her so many times during the past hour. Finally, I knew I needed her as much as she needed release, so I bore down on her clitoris mercilessly with my tongue as my middle finger again began plunging deeply into her. In just a second or two she was there, and her body once again began to shake uncontrollably.

I slid up her body, kissing my way over her convulsing stomach, her bouncing breasts, to once again capture her lips with mine. At the same time I reached down and grasped my cock at the base, guiding it to the entrance of her womanhood. The head almost popped in past her tight outer muscle ring. Then I pushed it firmly into hr, being as gentle as I could but not stopping until I was completely inside her as far as I could go. As I watched her face I saw her eyes get as big as they possibly could, and her back arched upward into my belly as she felt for the first time in her life what it was like to be a complete woman.

I remained still for several minutes, satisfying myself with simply kissing her until she was at least partly comfortable with being so full of male meat. Then I broke our kiss and whispered, "Are you alright?"

At first she nodded her head, unable to speak with all the new sensations colliding inside her brain at the same time. Finally she was able to sort things out, and the floodgate opened.. "I've never felt so full before. You are so wonderfully big. You're filling me up. I can't believe anything could feel this good. What are you doing to me. You are so wonderful. I can't believe you are filling me up so completely...."

I ended her near-babbling with my mouth, again locking her lips into another passionate kiss. At the same time I began stroking in and out of her. For the first minute or so, I maintained only short strokes. But after I saw she was not experiencing any discomfort I began to lengthen my in and out movements until she was taking seven inches into her with each downward push of my hips. I felt rather than heard her moaning again, and knew her orgasm wasn't far off. And when she broke over the edge, I couldn't hold back any longer. I plunged my cock inside her and began to spew my load of semen as deep as I could reach.

This triggered an orgasm within an orgasm for her, sending her to even higher heights of pleasure than she had ever been to. Her body began to quiver like she was on a vibrating bed. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut. Her fingernails were digging into my back with terribly painful force as her fingers literally grabbed onto my muscles. In all my experience I could not remember any time when one of my patients reacted as intensely as she now was. And I was not the least bit surprised when she suddenly stilled, having passed out from what was obviously an overdose of passion.

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She awoke a few minutes later, blinking her eyes rapidly to adjust to the light while trying to figure out, to remember, what exactly had just happened to her. Then she turned her head and looked at me, and a look of instant recognition came over her. She smiled brightly, giggled, and immediately moved to capture my lips with hers. We kissed for a very long time.

Fifteen minutes later we were still kissing passionately. I thought she might want to talk about what she had just experienced, but it was now apparent she wanted another round. Her hand had slid down and captured my now rehardened cock several minutes earlier, and she had been actively but gently pulling on it every since. So, with no other recourse in sight, I moved over until I was between her legs, and she guided me directly into her womanhood.

I sank completely inside her with no effort as all. Then we began a slow, almost languid dance of love as I gave her one long stroke every two or three seconds. She simply laid there at first, enjoying the feelings my cock was transmitting deep into her innermost being. And I was content to continue this slow thrusting, thoroughly enjoying the feel of her ultra-tight and extremely well-lubricated passage.

But she had other plans. At first she simply began raising her hips to meet each of my downward thrusts. Her head began to move from side to side, and she began mouthing words I couldn't hear. Then she looked at me and whispered, "Faster." And I began to increase the tempo of my thrusting, bringing the head of my cock completely out of her only to have it plunge back in to the hilt with my next thrust. Her orgasm hit hard during that action, and I had to physically reach down and guide my cock forcefully back into her wildly thrashing and bucking womanhood.

I was plunging rapidly into her as she came, attempting to keep her up on the plateau of pleasure she was currently experiencing. But my body betrayed me, and I felt the stirring that told me my orgasm was only seconds away. I probably could have stopped, pulled completely out of her, and delayed my own release. But instead I kept plunging into her deeply, being controlled by my own selfish desires for sexual release. And in just a few seconds I was once again into an intense orgasm of my own. I was filling her with my male cream, sending it spraying almost directly into her womb with the force of my cum...

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Her first session ended shortly after that wonderful experience. I held her tenderly for a few moments before we both got dressed. I set her up for another appointment late on Friday, telling here she had so much more to learn about herself. And our parting kiss, while anything but professional on my part, was her way of letting me know she would be on time and ready for any therapy I might wish to prescribe.



The Drive



It is such a beautiful day today, just like the days I remember from years ago when we used to take drives in the mountains near home. Days when the sun was shinning, the clouds looked soft and billowy, like balls of fluff in the azure blue sky. 

The air has that fresh crisp smell mixed with the scent of the lodge pole pine trees all around us. If it were not for the sun it would be cold, but in the sun I am able to enjoy the warmth. Few things feel better than the warmth of the sun on a mountain ridge. 

One of those few things appears when you sit down beside me and wrap your arms around me. before kissing me softly, lingering for a short time. 

Responding to your kiss I slip my tongue against yours, feeling your warmth. Hugging, we kiss longer. The scent of the shampoo in your hair mixed with the fresh air only enhances my love for you. 

Knowing that we needed to move on if we were to make the drive through before dark, leaving time to look at other places we headed back to the pickup. I lead the way and we walk down the short trail to the pickup.

Passing through a thickly wooded area the air cools off a little but the streaks of sun through the trees creates a beautiful pattern on the dirt road. Here and there a few bushes are showing green buds and others in the more open places are fully leaved out.

We pull in to an old road that leads to another overlook we had not been to for several years. The road has not been used since last fall and Manzanita brush rubs against the pickup. 

Stopping at the edge of the cliff I shut off the engine and I unbuckle my seat belt and lean towards you, then jump as the panic button on the electronic key on my belt hits the seat belt buckle and starts the horn honking on the pickup! After I shut it off, we get out, walk over and look down at the boulder patch several hundred feet below without speaking for a long time.

Turning to look your direction I kiss your cheek and as I do that you turn your head in my direction. When our lips meet we kiss lightly. With practiced ease my hand finds its way under your shirt and I tease your nipple through your bra. Your nipple hardens through the layers making me want to feel your flesh directly. My hand slides under bra to gently squeeze your nipple. 

We sit there looking at the scenery for a few minutes with me rubbing your breast before we decide it is time to move on. Since we have not seen any other rigs on the road and it would be easy to see them in plenty of time to cover up, you unfasten your bra and take it off, leaving your blouse on, but unbuttoned so I can enjoy your swinging, and bouncing, breasts as we drive down the road. 

While I drive, your fingers find the bulge in my pants and I react to your touch. You rub through the fabric giving me a taste of what your hand could be doing. Reading my mind you pull your blouse open a bit more, exposing one creamy white breast with a dark tan nipple. My cock responds by pulsating and throbbing, growing even harder. 

I try to arrange my cock a little to prevent binding in my clothing. Your breasts swing with the movement of the pickup and a moment of cool air instantly makes your nipples stand proud. I giggle and watch you slide your blouse back over them. Before I can protest we arrive at the next stopping point on our trip.

We make out for a few minutes but it's cramped inside the cab, my hip keeps hitting the steering wheel and the gear shift is in the way of my legs. We kiss for a few more moments, your hand on your cock, my lips moving to your breasts. My only regret is that you didn't wear a skirt so it would be easier to touch your pussy to see if it is as wet as I think it is.

Since there is no room in the cab I get out and come around to your side, opening the door for you and we walk out to look into the canyon. At the edge is a nice flat rock that we can sit on and enjoy the scenery. 

Before sitting I arrange my pants to allow room for my cock. You sit next to me and open your blouse freeing your breasts for my view. While you enjoy the mountain scenery I enjoy the view of your breasts, playing with them until your nipples are nearly as hard as my cock. 

Soon I'm in your arms again, kissing, teasing your nipples with one hand and unfastening your pants with the other. Reaching in your pants I side your panties aside and brush your moist lips. In return you reach down to play with my cock. 

I feel your lips on my neck, sucking my earlobe, biting my neck, fingers teasing my swollen cock, while my fingers glide lower, almost entering you pussy. Pushing you back against the boulder I pull your pants down a bit. You get up and move off the rock to stand below it before dropping your pants to your ankles, leaning over the rock with your arms braced. Moving behind you, my cock is inside you with one strong thrust. 

Oh my, so good. 

Shivers run through my body, I'm a half a step higher on a flat rock, allowing me to be at the perfect height. Your top is pulled up over your back and your breasts are hanging free, swinging wonderfully. With my cock still swelling inside you I lean forward to hold onto your nipples, pulling and twisting lightly. You rotate your hips up with a moan of pleasure and I thrust deeper into your slick pussy. 

We are fucking, out in the open, at the end of an old road, in the woods, with the spring sun high against our backs. 

I feel my cock plunging in and out, rubbing against your swollen pussy, gliding smoothly in and out of your slippery cunt; I feel the roughness of our passion like I haven't for years. Putting my hand on your hips I notice the trees gently swaying as we pump hard against each other, like it is urging us on. 

We are both moaning and crying out quietly with pleasure, seconds from orgasm. That's when I pull out, leaving you empty, to feel the cool air hitting your dripping wet pussy. Turning you around fast so you don't have any time to react, I press you flat against the rock, lift you up, take your pants off and spread your legs wide. 

The rock is warm from the sun, but rough against your skin. You nipples harden in the breeze, contrasting to the soft skin of your breast. My hand is at your crotch, rubbing your clit harshly, hard, smearing moistness, fingering your pussy, circling your opening. 

Just before you reach orgasm I replace my fingers with my hard cock. Slowing down, barely dipping my cock into your pussy, using only the tip, in and out, sweet torture. Tiny thrusts in and out. I'm trying to move slowly, pushing against you, dying to be completely inside, filling your emptiness, filling you with myself, my cum. I need you. I want you, Now. I must escape, leave you empty, my cock not even touching your skin, not the slightest touch or I'll explode. I have learned my lesson from past experience. My hand is there to take the place of my cock, playing with your lips, your clit, teasing the entrance of your pussy. 

I see you close your eyes, concentrating on your pleasure.

Now I move my cock up and down your slit, from vagina to ass, up again, sweetest torture of enjoyment and not knowing what will happen next. I love to tease your pussy, now super wet with your own juices, pushing in, carefully, gently at first, feeling my cock entering you inch by inch. So tight, so fantastic. 

With my fingers rubbing your clit we fuck hard, fast, deep. Teasing hard knot of muscle, swollen now and aching from desire, we fuck faster and stronger. My moans louder now, your hand on mine, our fingers twisted together, my cock in your pussy, my other hand fingers on your clit, taking you to the edge, so close...

"Come for me," I whisper to you and as if by the command I feel your orgasm spilling out onto my cock and balls. 

You cry out, pussy tightening around my hard cock, you hump me even harder, franticly, while my fingers play with your twitching clit bringing you to orgasm after orgasm and I soon join you in ecstasy.

I'm left breathless. Mind in chaos, sweet satisfaction in every part of my body, I open my eyes and take in your beauty as you lay in the sun.



The Drive



The story I'm about to tell happened shortly after my husband Tim and I married. My parents own a house just a block from the beach, and Tim and I would routinely make the two hour drive on the weekends to visit. The drives there were usually boring, and I would often doze off while Tim drove. Quite often I would feel Tim's hand on my leg, and occasionally he'd get a little frisky and move his hand to my pussy for some fun, which I usually welcomed. 

One particular time, we were driving out for the weekend and I had on my cover-up over my bikini and as usual I was dozing off. I felt Tim's hand on my leg, which brought me slightly from my sleep. As I felt his hand rubbing my thigh, I opened my eyes slightly to see a truck driving next to us. Initially I didn't think much of it until I felt Tim start to rub my thigh gradually higher. I realized that the truck next to us was keeping pace with us and might be seeing what Tim was doing. It actually turned me on knowing that this stranger - whoever it was - was watching, and that Tim must have known and must have been enjoying it as well. 

As I laid there I remained turned with my eyes closed and could feel Tim's hand push under my cover-up and he begin rubbing my pussy through my bikini bottoms. Although I was completely clothed, I felt partially naked as this stranger was most likely watching. Surprisingly it turned me on. We lost pace with the truck after a short time, but Tim continued to rub my pussy and bring me to a much anticipated orgasm. Needless to say we had to stop at a rest area and had sex while stopped in a distant parking spot.

Although Tim and I didn't talk about it over the weekend, I thought about the drive up and the thought of Tim allowing a strange trucker to look in on us and how turned on I was from it. I couldn't wait for the drive home. 

On the day we were to drive back home, we spent the day at the beach. As we began the drive home Sunday evening, I took my wet bikini off. But instead of changing into my panties and bra, I decided to remain naked under my sundress. You really couldn't see anything I guess, but it made me feel naughty and sexy and I was hoping that Tim would catch on that I was kind of horny. 

It didn't take long before I started to doze off on the drive home. I had just fallen asleep when I felt Tim's hand on my leg. My eyes remained closed as Tim began to slowly and softly rub my leg. As he was rubbing my leg, I could hear the rumble outside and opened my eyes just enough to see a truck keeping pace with us again. My pulse slowly began to increase as the thought of Tim rubbing my leg with my bare pussy just inches away from full view. My arousal grew as I felt Tim's hand slowly moving closer up my leg until I felt his fingers brushing against my bare pussy. I was extremely turned on and extremely wet! 

I wasn't sure how far Tim was going to go knowing that some stranger was watching. I then felt his hand push my dress up so that my pussy was now exposed. Looking through squinted eyes I could see that the guy driving the truck was indeed staring down into our car. My eyes closed as I felt Tim run his hand down my legs a few times and then back up my stomach under my sundress. I arched my back allowing Tim to push my sundress up as he grabbed my exposed breasts and massaged them and pinched my nipples. 

My nearly naked body was now fully exposed to this stranger as my husbands hands ravaged me. Tim's hand then move down from my breasts to my pussy and his finger met my pussy. His finger began rubbing my clit and then I felt him enter me. His fingers were coated with my juices as he withdrew them and again began rubbing my clit. I arched my back and briefly pushed my pelvis to his fingers and then jumped as my body was hit with an intense orgasm. I couldn't believe how fast the orgasm hit me. I wriggled in my reclined seat as my husband's strong hand exposed my nearly naked body to this stranger who was watching us in one of our most intimate moments.

Coming down from my very intense orgasm, I turned to look at Tim and was shocked to see his cock out of his shorts. Immediately I leaned over his lap and took his hard cock in my hand and began sucking it. Tim had gotten me so turned on and I wanted to satisfy him the same. As I began sucking him, I could feel him reach back and pull my sundress up. His hand was reaching to my pussy from behind. I readjusted myself so that my butt was off the seat to allow him better access. Tim then pulled my sundress up all the way to my shoulders. 

As I eagerly sucked his cock, I could feel his hand move back down my back to my ass. I could still hear the sound of the truck next to us and discovered a new found excitement of showing off to this stranger. With my knee on the seat I arched my back so that the trucker must have had quite a view. Tim's fingers were pushing into my pussy and he had worked one finger into my ass at the same time. I was near another orgasm when all of the sudden I felt the warm feeling of Tim's cum hitting the back of my throat and tongue.

I continued sucking Tim, wanting every last drop of his cum and wishing the moment wouldn't end. But Tim was done as he withdrew his fingers from my bottom. I sat back on my seat and heard the sound of the truckers horn. I looked up at him, smiled and waved and then we pulled away from him.

Our little exhibitionism during our drives was quite fun and became a routine for most of our trips. We both found it extremely exciting in a fun safe way. Unfortunately it came to an end when we started giving our neighbor Bob a ride.



The Drive



It's the next day and it's still raining. You still feel a contented glow, from the previous day's orgasm. You catch sight of your high heels with the snapped straps and you smile. You go about your uneventful day and evening comes. You had been trying to ignore it, but your desire has been growing throughout the day, your body obviously wanting more of the same kind of pleasure as the orgasm the day before gave you. You long for your hubby to return. You think of the deep love you two share and the anguish from being without him. To feel his arms around you, holding you tight, your head resting on his chest. Your thoughts turn dirty and you also think of his tongue inside you, probing your mouth or your pussy. His hard cock pressing against you, fucking you. 

It's almost dark... And you are very horny. You are mulling over whether... Or rather WHEN to reach for your vibrator. Your phone bleeps. It's a message from the guy you've been flirting with offering an evening with your feet to, as your hubby makes love to you. The message is the usual thing. Passionate devotion to the worship of your feet, wanting lick the sweat from your soles, wanting to bite your heels and lick between your toes. You like the mails you've been receiving and you smile. You walk to where your vibrator is and reach for it but a thought stops your hand, before it gets there. A very dirty thought... You message back to the guy "Be at Central Station in an hour," and he replies that he'll be there. You quickly get dressed, a fairly short skirt and top, thinking of your growing desire, your wetness and heat between your legs. Slipping on a pair of comfortable shoes, you head out the door, to the car. 

You arrive at the station and find the guy waiting there. You signal him over and open the passenger door. He opens his mouth to speak, to say "Hi" "How are you?" "It's great to meet you" all that stuff. 

But you tell him to be quiet. You explain to him that you are horny and missing your hubby and that you want a powerful orgasm. You tell him that, if he can behave himself, that he can help you achieve this orgasm. "You have to understand," you continue, "that right now, you are nothing to me but a potential tool for masturbation... I know you like my feet and that is what I am willing to give you. If you even think of moving beyond your place at my feet... Then forget it... You can get out of the car right now. You are here for my use, I am NOT here for yours. You will do as I say, when I say it... Do you understand?" 

The guy is overwhelmed but he nods and says, "Yes."

As you start up the car again you notice how nervous the guy is. "Don't worry... I'm not going to make you do anything you won't want to do," you smile. 

It's dark now and you drive for a while and find a secluded spot. No one will interrupt. You tell the guy to get out of the car and you get out too. You open the back door to the car and climb in seductively, on your hands and knees noticing the guy staring at the perfect shape of your ass. "That is not for you, boy," you giggle. You turn round onto your back, your head up near the opposite door and you lift your hips, raising your skirt and pull your panties down. As you place them on the car floor beside you, you feel how wet the panties are. The guy is still standing outside the car, at the open door, looking in, mesmerized. You hitch up your skirt and your hands rest on your inner thighs, your legs open. You tell the guy to get in and close the door. He obeys quickly. 

Inside the car, with the doors closed, it's quieter. You and the guy's breathing can be heard more clearly. You begin to rub your pussy lips and put your feet on the guy's lap. You feel him hard. "Take my shoes off... " The guy fumbles away, easing your shoes off, and then sits, with his hands resting on your ankles and your feet resting in his lap. "Now... Smell my feet." 

He lifts your feet and lowers his head slightly and inhales. God... What a scent he thinks... As you lay there watching him, dipping into your wetness and spreading it all around your pussy lips. Up and down. "Do you like the smell of my feet?" You ask.

"Yes... I do... " He groans, his desire and arousal growing, as he is rubbing your feet on his face... Inhaling deeply. 

"What do you want to do with my feet?" you ask.

"Worship them," he says. "I want to clean them with my tongue and worship them." 

"Then begin," you order him. As he opens his mouth to begin his worship of your feet, you begin pushing two fingers all the way inside your pussy, and you watch him. At this angle, he begins licking the balls of your feet first, taking the side of your feet into his mouth and sucking and lapping at them with his tongue. He moves his head around and positions your feet to give him access to the soles of your feet and he licks. He can taste the sweat from your feet and it thrills him. His tongue working it's way down to your heels. Licking back up around the side to your ankles. If anyone could see, it'd be quite a perverse sight. A woman on her back, her skirt hitched up, fingers plunging in and out of her pussy, with her legs in the air, in the face of the guy sitting next to her, facing forward, sucking the dirt off her feet. You moan and start to alternate between sliding your fingers into your wet cunt and swirling them around your clit, as you hold your pussy lips open. The guy is Worshipping your feet with everything he has. You can hear his desperate breathing as he smothers himself with your feet.

"Clean my toes," you gasp. "Clean them!" 

He licks between your toes, spreading them with his fingers. He sucks each toe hard. Swirling his tongue around each toe, before moving onto the next. It's getting serious now and your hips are pumping forward into your hands. The smell of your sex and feet are all the guy can smell, all he ever wants to smell. "Hurt my feet," you moan. "Bite them." 

The guy starts to nibble and bite. Like some sensual vampire movie, though he is careful not to bite too hard. He sucks and bites your heels, desperate to leave a love bite, an imprint of his passion on your heels, licking up to your toes, he bites each toe, nipping at them with his teeth... Just almost breaking the very top layer of skin. He sucks your toes and bites them and smears your feet over his face as your hips buck wildly now. Your fingers are almost punching into your cunt, your thumb pressing and rolling your clit. Such a deviant and perverse and ridiculous sight but the two of you don't care. All that matters is your orgasm. You need it. You need to orgasm all over your fingers... The guy needs to help you by biting on your feet, sucking them... Licking them... Worshipping them. Desperately trying to keep your feet clean from your sweat. Your orgasm is coming... It's building, your hips are thrusting wildly, your fingers plunging forcefully. Your feet kicking and the guy trying to keep his lips and tongue and mouth and teeth on them. Your orgasm is at the door of your very being... It's pounding it's way in through the door... The guy is biting and sucking... Licking and chewing... It hurts so good. It feels so good. You cry out and your hips writhe in a frenzy... You are kicking out at the guy's face and he is trying to hold your feet still so that his Worship isn't interrupted by your all-consuming orgasm. The orgasm hits in hard and fast waves. You are the orgasm and the orgasm is all that exists. You are breathing hard... You are panting... You are moaning... 

The orgasm is leaving you now. Like the receding waves of the tide. You hate for it to go... But you love to feel it leave you... The sensations sliding back out of you. You laugh... And become aware of how soaking wet your fingers and hands are. They are drenched with your orgasm. You sit up, pulling your feet from the guy's face and extend your hand. "This is for you," you say and you smear your girl cum on his mouth, as he opens his mouth to accept your fingers inside. He licks and sucks your delicious girl cum from your fingers, cleaning them, just as he cleaned your feet, moments before. You watch him fascinated... Your breathing returning to a normal pace now. After your hand and fingers are clean. You both sit for a while. Before you hitch your skirt back down, your ass wet from the orgasm that spilled onto the car seat. You both get out of the car and return to the front seats and you make the drive back to the train station. The guy can smell nothing but your sex, smeared all over his face. As you pull into the station, he thanks you and turns to say something... 

"Bye," you say playfully. 

He turns to get out of the car... You tell him to wait and, reaching under your skirt, you slide two fingers over your still moist slit... You push your fingers into his mouth, your last gift to him, but before he can suck and swirl his tongue you've pulled your fingers back again. "See you later," you say and the guy climbs out of the car and turns, as you close the door. 

He stands there, stunned, awed... He's going to need a few minutes to comprehend what just happened. Your eyes meet through the glass of the door. You wink at him and drive away.

Your orgasm subsides as your phone bleeps... And you remove the vibrator from between your legs and spread yourself out over your bed... It's probably another message from the guy... You reminisce over that little masturbation fantasy you just had... And think to yourself... "I really need to get a car and learn how to drive." You reach for your phone and see it is another mail from the guy... You sigh and open the mail.



The Drive



"Did you forget something?" he asks me in an amused, disbelieving tone.

We sit there, stalled on a back road in the middle of farm country, and I quickly realize that I have. I lean my forehead against the steering wheel as I turn and remove the key from the silent car. How could I have let this happen? It was unlike me to be so absentminded. I am a planner. I had organized the whole weekend away and it had gone perfectly. And now, I have gotten us stuck miles from the nearest town as the sun is steadily approaching the horizon.

"Damn," I whisper. Then, as I glance up at him, "Damn, babe. I'm so sorry. I --"

But his hard, expectant look stops me. I gaze into his eyes, let my hands drop into my lap and I swallow, recomposing myself.

"Yes, Sir. I forgot to refill the gas tank. I apologize."

"Well, an apology certainly won't fix this. What do you think we should do about it, pet?"

"Sir, I can call for --"

"Oh no, no, no," he interrupts me with a smirk. "I know how to call a tow-truck. What should we do about you getting us into this mess and wasting my time?"

My heart falls. I have disappointed him. He'll want to punish me for being a bad girl.

As usual, the look on my face betrays my thoughts and he gently lifts my chin.

"You won't be punished," he assures me, as our eyes meet. "You didn't do this on purpose and you did so well in planning such a wonderful trip for us. Your error did, however, bring on this situation. It will likely take some time for CAA to reach us. During that time, you will ... entertain me." As he speaks those last two words, his face lights up. His smile is wide and he twitches his eyebrows a few times, signaling the type of amusement that most certainly will not be shared.

He exits the car. I sit motionless in the seat, unsure of how to proceed.

I watch as he comes around and opens my door.

"Out," he orders.

As I rise out of the car, he forcefully pushes me down before him. The ground is littered with small pebbles that dig painfully into my knees.

"Are you ready to play, slut?" he asks. The familiar phrase that has signaled the start of dozens of play sessions relaxes me. As I gladly speak my standard response, I can feel the shift in my consciousness. My inner monologue fades and I wait.

He looks around, taking in the remote back road flanked by shallow ditches and acres upon acres of ripening corn. He smiles to himself as he removes his belt. He moves behind me, snapping and swishing it around a few times. I bend over, resting my head on my hands. My short dress lifts of it's own accord, exposing my bare ass.

He drags the leather along my lightly bruised skin. Each time he lifts it, I brace myself for the hit, but it doesn't come. He taps the belt gently over my exposed labia, I gasp between each touch, waiting for the pain to start. Leaning over, he whispers softly in my ear, "Nervous?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good," he drawls. "Arms behind you."

I struggle to keep my balance as I put my wrists together behind me and try to keep my face off the road. He begins to wind his belt around my forearms. My chest is uncomfortably stretched and the restraint keeps my arms straight, sticking out behind me at an awkward angle.

"Stand up."

I manage to get to my feet. My legs are dirty and the hem of my dress is bunched around my waist. I had removed my strappy sandals in favour of sneakers for the drive and their lime green accents clash horribly with my tight red dress. He bends down and undoes the laces. I watch as he ties them together, leaving me restricted to about one foot of motion.

"Hmmm", he muses, looking me over. He gently sweeps my hair from my face. His fingers glide slowly down my neck, then trace my collarbone outwards. When he reaches the straps of my dress, he grips them tightly and pulls them down in one motion. My breasts fall free.

"Much better. Now you look like a proper slut."

I pray to myself that nobody comes along the isolated road, then smile slightly at the irony of that thought. We exchange glances and he smiles back knowingly.

"My toy bag is all nicely packed away. While I make the call, you are going collect three items I can use to make you hurt."

My smile fades.

"But, Sir! What if I fall?"

"I suggest..." he reaches out, giving my nipple a hard tweak "... that you don't."

There is nothing here. Just dirt and grass and corn stalks. Well, that's a start, I think, and waddle my way towards the field. I hear him chuckle to himself; I must look ridiculous. I smile and shake my head as I carefully navigate down one side of the ditch.

Up close, the stalks are much thicker than I had imagined. I turn and grasp one blindly with my hands. As I gently try to bend it, a sharp pain in my shoulders clearly tells me that my bindings will not allow for any such motion.

The sound of his laughter draws my attention. He is leaning on the car, my phone held to his ear. An amused expression plays across his face as he watches me.

Fine. So I can't bring him a stalk. I shuffle back into the ditch and begin stumbling through it, away from the car. There has to be something here. Maybe a stick or an old shoe. Why do I always see old shoes by the side of the road except when I need one?

Then I see something yellow glinting through the tall grass in the waning daylight. I slow my pace.

"Oh, did you find something interesting?" he jeers at me.

Without glancing back, I bend over to identify the object. With my feet bound and my hands behind me, I have to kick at it to untangle it from the grass.

It's a wheel. From a kid's bike, I guess, as the rubber tire is a bright yellow and the spokes are decorated with coloured beads. It doesn't look particularly threatening, but I know better than to dismiss an object's potential for pain based solely on looks. That was a lesson I had learned early on.

I push the wheel partway up the slope with me feet, then turn and squat carefully to grab it with my hands. I manage it on the first shot. I feel rather proud.

I decide to hold onto the wheel as I walk a little farther along the road. I find an old white plastic grocery bag and pick it up in the same manner.

Hands full, I make my way back to him, placing both objects down gently at his feet.

"Oh, fun!" he exclaims. Clearly he has already begun to think of ways in which these simple items can torment me. "We have at least an hour before the tow truck arrives, so I'll give you 60 seconds to find the last item. AND GO!"

I give him a worried, pleading look.

"You'd better be quick!" he warns.

I waddle into the ditch as fast as I can. Shite. How am I supposed to find another object so fast?

"40 seconds!"

My heart is racing. Something. Anything. The corn. I manage to wrench an ear from the stalk. My shoulder throbbing, I head back to him as he begins counting down from 10.

I make it with 2 seconds to spare. I am struggling to catch my breath.

"Good girl!" he says earnestly. "Lets give those arms a break."

He unbinds my arms and legs and rearranges the top of my dress. He kisses me softly and rubs my shoulders affectionately.

"You want to know something, pet?" he asks me. "That bike wheel you brought me -- well I'll be breaking that down into four fun parts!"

I give him a troubled, reproachful look.

"Oh, fuck me!" I exclaim in irritation.

"No, not yet, though I appreciate your eagerness. I'm going to let you rest a bit."

"Thank you, Sir," I say as I reach for the car door.

"Not there."

I turn to look at him.

"Face the car. Take two steps to the right. No. The other right. Good."

SLAM.

My torso is violently pushed down onto the hood of the car and my legs are kicked apart.

"Here is where you will rest. Isn't it cozy?" he whispers into my ear.

"Yes, Sir," I respond automatically.

"Tsk, tsk. Well, that won't do."

His weight lifts off of me and I hear a rustling sound. He walks around until he is opposite me.

"Let me have those hands again, pet."

I extend my arms. He places one wrist above the other and I hold them in that position as he flourishes the white bag before me. He pulls and rips it down the sides, leaving himself with a long thin piece of plastic with handles on each end.

He makes a show out of tying my wrists tightly together and then securing them to the side mirror. I'm on my tiptoes. I press my face into my shoulder, holding back my amused smile. Too apprehensive to let him see how much fun I'm having.

He comes back around and rests a hand on the small of my back as he strokes my exposed pussy.

"You would make a lovely hood ornament, but I think that it is you who requires ornamentation," he growls happily.

His hands leave me. The moment draws out, until I feel something cold and hard pressed against the backs of my knees. I recognize it as the wheel, stripped of its tire.

"You are going to hold this between your legs and you will not let it fall, no matter what. Got it?"

"Yes, Sir."

This is not so bad. I'm rather certain that I can take a beating in this position. I figure he'll use the tube of the tire to hit me. I've experienced similar implements before.

His tugging on my pussy lips interrupts my train of thought.

"I think I'll decorate these first," he says.

Suddenly his closed fist is in front of my face. He opens his fingers slowly to reveal the beads that had adorned the bike wheel. They are cheap plastic with a slit down one side to snap onto the spokes. He pours the pile of yellow, pink and purple onto the car hood, my outstretched arms hold them there.

"Pick a colour," he tells me.

"Purple," I say without hesitation.

"Yellow? Great choice!"

I roll my eyes and smile to myself.

Then a thought hits me and all amusement drains in an instant.

"You're not ... you can't possibly ... you won't ..." I stammer.

"I can't what?" he asks sweetly, stroking my hair gently. "I can't clip these onto you wherever I want and leave them there for as long as I wish?"

"You...you can, but it will hurt. I really don't think --"

"Are you supposed to be thinking?" he interrupts me.

"I ... no. No, I'm not, Sir. You can, Sir."

"I can what?"

"You can..." I swallow hard, "You can decorate my pussy as you like."

"Whose pussy?"

"Yours, Sir. You can decorate your pussy as you like."

"Good girl. Yes, I can and I will. Now brace yourself; this is going to hurt."

As he picks out the 8 yellow beads, I examine the slits. The gap is about two millimeters wide and the edges are sharp. I wonder how much give they have.

"Count them as I put them on," he orders.

I readjust my footing, still clinging to the wheel frame with my knees.

I feel the tug and then the sharp pain as he slides one bead onto my right pussy lip.

"Ouch! One, Sir," I count.

He is working fast. Soon he has positioned four beads on that side. The pain is bothersome, but not unbearable.

"How many can I fit on this one lip?" he muses to himself. He knows how much asymmetry bothers me. This is all part of the torment.

I count to seven through clenched teeth.

"Ah, no more room on this side! I guess I'll have to put the last one on the left."

He pulls on the left side, then pauses.

"On second thought..."

He leans over me and, with a ceremonious flourish, places the last yellow bead atop the pile of pink and purple that sits inches from my nose.

"You fucker," I mutter, his teasing is starting to get to me, and he knows it. I hear him snicker as he walks away.

I don't know how long he leaves me there waiting, but it feels like it will never end. My arms are sore. The plastic bag has stretched enough that I can bend my elbows slightly, which is a welcome relief. My pussy is aching, but numbness is setting in now. I know the real pain will come when the beads are removed.

My feet are hurting the most. On my tiptoes, with my thigh muscles engaged and actively holding that bike rim, I don't know how much longer I can hold on. I recognize the fast-approaching wall. I know how good I will feel once I have pushed through it. I close my eyes and try to focus on him. He is humming cheerfully to himself as he works on whatever he has decided to do next. I am doing what he had desired. I am pleasing him. He is so worth pleasing. I hold on to that thought as the seconds sift passed. I focus on my breathing, working on keeping it even and calm.

His gentle touch surprises me.

"Ready for the fun part?" he asks.

"Yes, Sir," I reply airily. My feet are cramped and my thigh muscles are jerking as they struggle to maintain flexion.

I feel the cool sharpness of a steel blade run up one leg. He reaches over me and, in one swift, careful motion, cuts the plastic bag binding my hands. My heels touch the ground and the muscles in my feet spasm in happy relief. He pulls the tire rim away and I sigh audibly. Leaning against the car, I am finally able to relax as the pain leaves my body. I know he's just getting started.

"I made a few nice toys for us to play with." He is rubbing my ass firmly, warming me up.

"Thank you, Sir."

"What do you think I did with the tire?" His hands start lightly tapping on me now.

"A flogger, maybe?"

"Smart girl. Yes, I made part of it into a flogger, but only after I cut off this long thin strip." He drapes the long section in question over my neck. "Imagine how nice that is going to feel," he sneers. "And what do you think I made with the corn?"

I can only come up with one thing and it embarrasses me just to think about it. I blush and don't answer.

"Eh?" He stops the light spanking and comes to look at my face. "Oh ho! You think I'll use it as a dildo? No, no. I'm much more creative than that. It'll be your special surprise at the end."

The crude flogger is horribly stingy. I wince and gasp as he paints my skin red with his new toy, varying the placement and the rhythm as he goes, but steadily increasing the intensity. After a while, I can't hold it back any longer and I begin calling him names.

"I guess it's time to take off those beads, since I'm 'such a fucking bastard'. Shall I have you count them off?"

"One. Ow. OWWW! Two. AHHH!" I cannot keep myself composed through the pain. He removes the rest, counting them for me. I gasp like a fish out of water as he places his hand against me in firm counter-pressure.

"THAT SUCKED!" I yell at him.

"But I'm having such a wonderful time, thanks to you," he smiles and kisses the back of my neck. "Lie back down."

He resumes his flogging, the change in pain is a welcome distraction, but he increases the intensity quickly and I'm back to my name-calling.

"Fucker!" I exclaim.

He laughs and lifts the makeshift whip from its resting place on my neck. I try to brace myself for the bite of the new toy, but it is his hand that next makes contact with my sensitized flesh. Hard, resonating smacks that leave me almost breathless.

"No! Ow! Goddamn, why do your hands have to be so mean? Fuck! Can't you pick a new spot? Ow!" I can no longer filter my thoughts and they tumble from my mouth in a string of angry badgering.

"It's time to let go now" he stops and whispers quietly into my ear. "Surrender. Give me your pain."

The first strike of the whip makes me cry out, the second one lands close to the first and the pain is overwhelming. I gasp, but his words echo through my mind and I let the pain wash over me, feeling its energy spread throughout my body. The next strike feels much less powerful. I moan through each one.

Time passes. The whip is replaced by the flogger, his hand, and then back to the whip. I sink deeper until I barely feel the pain. I'm in that happy, floaty place. A place where the senses are dulled and my mind is quiet. The only place where I can let go and just be.

"Good girl" I hear, but it's miles away.

Then he is rubbing my ass vigorously.

"Time for the last toy I made. Your special surprise."

He is holding it in front of my face. I force my eyes open to slits, but when I see what it is my eyes widen. I am still deep in the reverie of release, but my conscious mind begins to struggle to regain control.

"No! No no no no no!" I protest, writhing. He holds me firmly in place.

"What does this remind you of?" Now he is dragging it across my ass. I wince, but the cool moisture of it is unexpectedly soothing.

"It's the fucking cork, Sir," I mumble.

"Yes, it does look similar, doesn't it?" he says proudly. "But I carved this from the cob of that fine piece of corn. It is much harder than the cork. I had a devil of a time wedging the wheel spoke into it to make a handle."

He starts tapping it across my cheeks. It hurts. I instinctively pull away.

"Now, now, this is just the warm up. I get one good hit with it, wherever I want and as hard as I want, then we'll be done. Alright?"

"Yes, Sir," I manage to squeak. The constant pain from the light tapping has me on edge. I brace myself for the big hit, forcing my breathing to slow. I can do this. It's almost done. One more. For him.

"Are you ready for it?" he asks, rubbing the edge across me again.

"Yes, Sir." My teeth are clenched. He lifts the toy off of me.

"It's coming soon..."

"Okay," I growl.

"Any second now..."

"Would you just --"

TAP.

Light as a feather, he delicately touches the cob onto my left buttock, and lets the tool fall to the ground.

"All done" he smiles.

I have no words.

I am overcome with a mingled tidal wave of relief, anger and shock. I collapse into his arms in a sudden wreck of tears. He holds me, kisses me and tells me how proud he is of me. He helps me into the back seat and fetches us snacks and drinks from the cooler.

As we snuggle beneath his jacket, waiting, I can't help but think that the drive has turned out better than even I could have planned. 



The Drive



She had agreed to meet him for lunch at the mall. It was a safe place where they could get to know one another before deciding to move on to the next stage. So they sat down for a meal at UNO's of all places, right next to the carousel in the food court and started talking about their different prefers and likes. 

After the meal, he asked if she'd like to just drive around the city for bit. The catch was, that he required her to be naked and he was going to tie her into the front seat in a very submissive state. She ran the scenario over in her mind and felt her panties getting a little moist at the thought.

She agreed and they started off out of the mall. They got to his car, a low sitting Carolla of all things, and she realized that anyone driving near them in a minivan, SUV, or truck was going to have a very nice view of her. It was starting to get dark out, so there was that going for her at least.

They both climbed into his car, which he had parked pretty far out in the lot, and he sat back and watched as she began to strip off her clothes. Once she was naked, he got out and went to the trunk and came and got into the seat behind her.

He ordered her to put her hands up and back behind the headrest of her seat. She felt the rope going around and around, eventually tightening and then being fastened so that she could not move them.

He got out and opened her door, the rush of cool New York air running across, and hardening, her nipples. He pushed her seat all the way back and climbed in between her legs. She thought for sure she was going to get fucked right then and there, but he proceeded to run rope around her leg, just above the knee on each leg.

He opened the door again and climbed back behind her. This time, he pulled the rope on each leg so that her legs were pulled open and back, as far as he could get them. He then tied more rope around each ankle and then secured them so that her legs were bent and she appeared as bent in half as possible with her legs at her side.

She looked down to see how exposed her tits and pussy were now and the thought made her extremely wet as she realized that the drive was ahead of them. One last addition he had in store was a blindfold, and that was slipped over her eyes before he climbed out of the car.

She heard his door open, more cool air across her rock-hard nipples, and then the engine start. She heard him shift into gear and then the car start in motion. As they began forward, she felt him reach across and pinch each of her nipples, kneading each breast as he went. She let out a little moan at the touch, letting him know she enjoyed it.

She felt the car turn a few times, then build up speed. She assumed they were on route 81 now, but had no idea if they were going North or South. Once on the highway, she felt his hand move down to her exposed pussy. She felt him rubbing her clit, getting it hard and moving the wetness of her pussy around it.

He slid a finger inside her, parting her lips, then pulling it back out. He repeated this over and again, each time tapping her clit, making her pussy sopping wet. She moaned acceptance now, knowing he could do whatever he wanted to her.

She heard the car slowing down and eventually come to a stop. He removed his hand from her pussy and she felt the window going down on her side. She could hear beeping and thought that they might be at a gas station. She then heard male voices just outside the window and a few she didn't recognize ogling her exposed body. She tried to squirm but knew she was helpless.

After what felt like an eternity, she heard his door open again and the car start back onto the road. His hand took it's usual spot between her legs, but this time, he put two fingers deeply inside her. He was finger-fucking her pussy now and she was near cumming when she felt them slowing again.

She heard his window go down and more cold air rush in. He hadn't removed his fingers from her. 'Welcome to McDonald's, can I take your order?' she heard a male voice say. She was mortified to know he had stopped for drive thru.

'I'd like a coke,' he said.

'Will that complete your order?'

'Yup.'

As he drove up, she came all over the fingers in her pussy. The thought of being exposed to a random drive-thru worker was too much and she soaked his fingers in her cum.

'That'll be...,' she heard the pause and knew that he had seen her.

'Keep the change,' she heard him say and they drove off. This time, his hands did not return to her body, but she felt heard the lid to the soda opened. Then she felt the cold touch of an ice cube tracing around her left nipple. He had gotten it hard and frozen before moving on to her right one. Then she felt a piece tracing the lips of her pussy as they drove. After that one had melted, he put a piece right inside her and she felt it melt in under a minute.

She was so hot and was truly enjoying this plan that he had for her. The car came to a stop and she came to the sudden realization that they were back at the mall.

She heard his door open and then hers. She felt him climb back in between her legs, her widely split legs with her pussy right on the edge of his now moistened seat.

'Tell me what you want, slut?'

'Fuck me!' she nearly yelled.

Then she felt the tip of his penis against her pussy lips and he pushed inside her forcefully. She could tell he had been waiting for this moment all night as he pounded forward into her roughly. She felt him wrap a hand in her hair and another grab her left nipple.

He pulled and twisted both as he used her body for his pleasure. Over and over he fucked into her until they both were panting and moaning loudly. He came into her, flooding her pussy with his cum. She sat tied, forced to take it, her head slightly pulled back from him pulling her hair back. 

She felt the blindfold removed and she looked down to see his cock still inside her. He pulled back and she watched his penis, covered in his cum and her juices, slowly pop free from her pussy. That put her over the edge and she came for the second time that evening.

He got out and got in behind her. He untied her and she moved her legs a bit to get the blood flowing back into them. He did the same with her arms and she shook them out. She got clothed and grabbed her purse.

'Thanks for the drive,' she said.

'Anytime,' he replied. And with she got out and shakily walked to her car for the ride home.



The Family Vacation



Trickling out the Hole of the Vagina Press, Aphrodite Leaks out a Little Tale of Incest.

Tarrin looked down and tried not to shift awkwardly. But boy, was he uncomfortable. Shelia, his older sister had fallen asleep in his lap. They were on a trip with their parents going to the Phish concert in Maine. His parents had been die-hard Dead fans and now they also followed Phish. Tarrin would rather have been going to the Eminem concert in his hometown, but this was the family vacation. He had no choice.

The highlight had been that his sister had come back from the Peace Corps just a few months ago. Not having a job, she meandered her way back home and started living with them again. When she walked into their house, unannounced, he way overcome with joy. Tarrin had missed Shelia to the core of his heart. 

Tarrin had been an afterthought for his parents. They hadn’t planned on him, but had him anyhow. Dad had a vasectomy, but with their open marriage, mom had managed to get pregnant during a trip to New Zealand. 

He sometimes felt funny, being 18 and having a 35-year-old sister. But he never felt funny about having a biological sperm donor, because dad was dad and that was that.  

Shelia was always there for him and taught him many things, like how to use a condom and how to really listen to a woman. He was glad she did because he was very popular with the girls around town. But no one seemed to measure up to his lovely sister, now asleep in his lap. 

Shelia shifted in her sleep and a bit of drool from her half opened mouth landed on his crotch. He wished that he could go to sleep! His cock was rock hard now and on top of that he was hungry! The bag of popcorn mom had made was just over on the floor, onto of his backpack. If he moved slowly, maybe Shelia wouldn’t notice? Oh how he would hate for her to wake up face to face with his raging hard on. His whole body flushed with the thought. Tarrin had been battling lustful thoughts about his sister for as long as he could remember! He never wanted her to know, how embarrassing was that?

Mom parted the hanging batik partition, separating the front of the VW bus from the back.

“Everything chill back there?” she called out into the night.

“Shhhh, Mom, Shelia is asleep!” Tarrin hissed.

Mom made thumbs up sign and Tarrin could smell that she had lit a joint. He didn’t know why she still had to check and see what he was up to when her and dad smoked pot. He was practically an adult! If it had been just him and mom and dad, he may have asked for a hit, so he could sleep. Though he was uncomfortable, he didn’t want Shelia’s head out of his lap. But he sure did want that bag of popcorn...

Tarrin reached forward as slowly as he could and the VW lurched forward, causing Shelia to bounce up on his lap. She woke with a start. 

“Mmmmmmm, Hi Tar! Are we there yet?” Shelia asked as she arched her back and stretched out her hands, making her breasts curve upwards towards his face.

“Oh, popcorn. Can you get that sweetie? What are mom and pops doing?” She paused for a moment and caught breeze of the air in the van. 

“The usual, as I suspected,” Shelia’s bright violet eyes glimmered in the hazy darkness. She hoisted herself up into a sitting position by grabbing my inner thighs for balance. Playfully, her hands gave Tarrin a little squeeze.

“Hey there Tar, I guess that Karate of yours really has made you into a strong young man, huh?” Shelia’s glance stopped at my future manhood between my legs. It was hard not to notice. 

“Whoa, hun, have a little woody there?” 

Tarrin turned away but not before he caught the eyes of Shelia and she winked at him! She reached down for the bag of popcorn on the floor. She opened it and began to cram handfuls of popcorn in her mouth. A piece fell down her low cut shirt. Laughing she retrieved it and put the stray kernel in my mouth. 

“Here ya go baby brother. Special flavor, boob sweat!” 

Tarrin turned red all over his body. Only Shelia could make him blush like that. She did it on purpose because she knew she could. 

“Oh lighten up!” Shelia laughed and looked out the window. 

“YO MOM?” She cried out.

Mom stuck her head back out from the batik curtains. 

“Oh, did you wake up honey? What’s up?”

“When are we going to stop for the night? Are we camping? I don’t want to camp. I’ll spring for some hotel rooms, only got enough for two, but Tarrin and me can share a room.  You and dad can get another. What do you say mom? Next motel, tell dad to pull over, OK?” Shelia elbowed Tarrin playfully in the side as she yelled her request up to mom. 

Tarrin stared out the window. His body felt like it was going to explode when she said that they would share a room together. A family tent was one thing, but a private room with his sister?

“I can hear you Shelia!” Dad piped up over the music, “It isn’t as if you aren’t speaking loud enough!” Dad wasn’t much for yelling. “We can just camp.”

“DAAAAAADDDDD! A girl needs a nice hot shower from time to time! Please? I am paying!” Shelia yelled back up at Dad.

“Well, I guess if you are paying. But it is a waste of money!”

“OK DAD! Whatever! Pull over at the next motel, OK?”

Mom nodded her head and went back to the Doors, and turned the music a little higher.  She loved the song that was playing: Riders on the Storm.

Tarrin looked over at his big sister. She had a nice body, pretty normal. She was 5’4” and weight about 140 pounds. Her breasts were full and round and she had this impossibly tiny waist. Her butt and hips weren’t exactly small but she wore it well. She was always turning heads. Her hair was dyed black, with her reddish brown roots growing back. She had gotten pissed off at her ponytail yesterday and used dad’s Swiss army knife to cut it off. She looked like a 19 year old punk rock Goddess.

“Tarrin,” she whispered softly, “ I’m cold. Can you come a little closer and warm me up a bit? Reach over there and grab that blanket?” 

Tarrin did what she said, though he felt a pit at the bottom of his stomach. This wasn’t right, the feeling that he had about his sister. And his hard on wouldn’t go down at all! The vibrations of the old hippy van made it worse! And the thought of him sharing a room with Shelia.... ooooohhhhhh. He couldn’t even begin to explain what that did to him.  

The sort of stood up and wrapped the blanket around them. His hand went around her ribs, just above her breasts. What was he doing? This was insane in the membrane.

Tarrin tried to gage Shelia’s reaction. He looked over at her and she smiled and then nuzzled his head up into the crook of his neck. She reached her hand down and it brushed his stiff member. 

“Shelia. This isn’t right.” 

“What isn’t right honey? You know I love you? We are just sitting close. What? Maybe if I do this?” Shelia craned her neck forward to make sure that the batik curtain was closed. She knew that mom was lost in the song and dad was stoned and driving, intent on his new mission of finding a motel that looked cheap. 

Tarrin began to stand up to move to the seat in front of them. 

“Ssssshhhh, sweetie, stay here next to me. Your body feels so nice and warm. Don’t leave me shivering here in the cold!” Shelia batted her large purple and strangely iridescent eyes at him. How could he resist those eyes? He would be a fool to do so!


Shelia leaned in and kissed Tarrin full on the mouth. Her lips were salty from the popcorn and he licked them as he stuck his tongue in her mouth. He couldn’t believe he was kissing his sister! And shit, he was feeling her boob too!

Tarrin pushed her back gently in the seat and grinded his crotch up against hers. The kept kissing, so sweet and tender. He didn’t want to hurt her, ever. Though Shelia was older, he felt very protective of her.

“Oooooh honey,” Shelia whispered in Tarrin’s ear while licking it softly, “You are growing into quite a man!” Her voice made him want to rip her skirt off and fuck her right there in the back of the van. It isn’t if no one has fucked back there before! Tarrin himself had lured a few neighborhood girls back there to dry fuck last summer.

Shelia moaned and raised her hips to meet his. The thought of his parents so close, but yet so stoned, made him want her more. 

“I want to fuck you Shelia!” Tarrin said to his sister.

“I am going to fuck you baby brother,” Shelia answered and continued with her squirming. She grabbed his ass and pulled him closer than he thought possible. 

They had crossed the line now. Tarrin wasn’t sure what line that was, but he didn’t care. He lifted up her shirt and began to kiss her breasts. He sucked at them as if she was going to give him milk. He made a mental note to not let it bother him anymore that Shelia never wore a bra!

The van hoisted forward and lurched to a stop. Both Sheila and Tarrin sat straight up into the air. 

“Kids! I found a place! Let’s go check in!” Dad called as he slammed the door shut. Not out of anger, but because that is the way you had to do it to close it. Mom popped her head back out, her eyes glassy and red. 

“Are you sure that you can share a room? I have some cash. Maybe I can spring for three rooms?” 

“Ma, keep your cash for the show! It’s OK, I think I’ll survive one night sleeping in the same room as my sister!” 

Tarrin couldn’t believe that he was speaking so normally and not shouting out: “I want to fuck her Ma, you can understand that can’t you? I am a sister fucking incestuous son. Aren’t you proud of me?”

Mom shrugged her shoulders and said, “Well, yeah, it isn’t the end of the world or something grand like that. Get your gear guys! Hot showers and cable TV!”

Tarrin shuddered as he grabbed his backpack. It wasn’t the end of the world but it sure was the end of the world, as he knew it.

&&&&&&&&

Tarrin waited outside the motel lobby, kicking gravel with the toe of his shoe. His penis was still twitching from what had just happened with his older sister. He was trying hard not to think about it.

It seemed impossible, like a fleeting dream that was over too fast. He couldn’t remember the details. It had felt like he was flying, on some sort of drug. Tarrin looked in through the lobby window. Shelia was leaning seductively over the counter as she signed for the rooms. 

The attendant’s eyes were plastered on her chest. Tarrin knew that Shelia wasn’t wearing a bra and her floppy tits had nipples that always seemed erect. Her flimsy tie-dyed shirt did nothing to hide the bulge of her breasts. Tarrin was pissed at the dude staring at his sister’s chest. His hands clenched themselves into fists and for the first time Tarrin experienced rage. 

“Goddamn fucking bastard,” Tarrin growled to the ground, “I’ll teach him to look at my sister that way!” He has a fleeting glimpse of how good knocking out the stupid mofo would feel.

Tarrin took a deep breath, then another one. His dick was hard again. And he felt a little bit ashamed of thinking about hurting someone else. He was a pacifist, like his parents, like Shelia. Where did that rage come from? Was he being jealous or something? How dumb is that? How can you be jealous because someone is looking at your sister’s tits?

Tarrin turned red at the thought of his sister’s bouncy breasts. He turned away and looked up at the stars.

“What the hell has she done to me?”

“Who did what to you Tar-my-boy?” 

“Shit!” Tarrin jumped at his father’s voice, “You scared the crap out of me!”

“Well?” Dad asked giving him a look that seemed to pierce deep with in his soul. Tarrin looked away and back at his father. 

“Is something the matter Tarrin? You look a little pale.”

“Uh, no, I’m fine Dad. I am just writing a new song and that is part of it. I’ll, uh, sing it for you when I am done writing it.”

Dad nodded his head, “That would be nice. So who inspired this song?”

“No one Dad.” Tarrin held his backpack over his crotch because again, his dick wouldn’t calm down. It seemed to be growing, even while talking to his DAD of all people!

“A love song for no one about nobody...well, OK. I’ll be interested to hear it when it is finished.” Dad turned away to walk to his motel room.

“Goodnight Dad,” called Tarrin. His father stopped and turned around, meeting Tarrin’s eyes with his own. 

“Goodnight son. And have fun,” with that, his father disappeared around the corner.

Have fun? Did his dad just tell him to have fun? What? This is too weird, way too weird. Why would dad tell him to have fun? 

Tarrin was in shock at his father’s comment, so he didn’t notice his mother and sister coming up behind him and they grabbed his sides and each gave him a poke.

“BOO!” 

Tarrin almost pissed his pants, and would have if he hadn’t been so freaking hard. His backpack went flying across the way.

“Goddamn it mom!” He looked over at the two women but they were so busy laughing at his reaction that they didn’t notice he was speaking.  He just stood there shaking his head at them. Looking down, he saw that his cock was still there, still hard, and obvious. Shit.

“Here hon, here’s your back pack,” Shelia handed it to him, wiping tears from her eyes and giving him a wink, “Let’s go to our room! Hey cable TV, here we come!”

Tarrin took another deep breath and followed his sister with his head down. He turned around to say goodnight to his mom, but she was already gone.

The room was like any other motel room. Tarrin was so relieved when he saw there were two beds. This meant he could just curl up and go to sleep. And soon this would all be in the past. He put his stuff down on the bed and pulled back the covers.

“I’ll take a shower in the morning, it is getting late, I guess I’ll go to bed. I don’t care if you watch TV though,” Tarrin said to his sister who was busying herself with the blinds.

“What? Tarrin, it is only 8:30? What the hell? No way, you and I are staying up and having a party! She pulled a six-pack of her favorite beer from the cooler she had dragged in from the car. Molson’s Golden. 

“But, I can’t drink, I am not old enough!” 

“Tarrin, stop fucking with me. I know you drink from time to time. Good Goddess! What has gotten into you? What is your issue?”

Tarrin felt a spot in his stomach cringe when Shelia asked him what his issue was. The spot spread and he felt uncomfortable. Finally his hard on subsided. He had only felt this way once before when he helped his friend attach fireworks onto an alley cat. He has wanted to stop his friend, but the idea of it seduced him too. In the end, the cat ran away before they could light the fireworks. But Tarrin had a feeling his sister wasn’t going to run away.

“Shit Shelia,” Tarrin sighed, “We just made out!” 

“Yeah and, what is the big issue?” Shelia put her hands on her hips and jutted out one hip. Tarrin couldn’t help looking at the curvy way she stood and thinking he’d like to rub his hands all over that plump ass. He sat on his hands to curb the thought. And there went his dick again. SHIT!

Shelia rolled her eyes and plopped down on the bed next to him. She reached across to hold his hands. Reluctantly he removed his hands from under his ass and let her hold them. They always had heart to heart talks while holding hands.

“Look, this isn’t bad. Don’t worry about it OK? Just relax, kick back, have some beer with your sis. If you want, I can go pinch some pot off of mom and dad?”

Tarrin shook his head and looked down. 

“Tar, honey, look at me.”

He just couldn’t. He felt like he was going to cry. He loved his sister so much and he wanted to fuck her! He was so confused. 

Tarrin tore his hands loose and laid back on the bed. He looked towards the bathroom because he didn’t want Shelia to see him crying. He rolled over on his side, so he wouldn’t have to face her at all.

“Ohhh honey! Don’t cry!” The mere sound of her voice made Tarrin start crying. He felt his sister climb onto the bed and wrap her arms around him. She was pressing her breasts into his back and he felt her kiss his neck softly. 

“Mmmmmmmmmmmhummmm...”Tarrin was shocked at the moan that escaped his body. He was about to jump up and run to the bathroom when he heard a knock on the door. Saved by the bell! He jumped up and got the door. It was mom.

“Hi sweeties! Can I take a shower in here? You know how your dad is in motels. If he isn’t paying for the water he never gets out of the damn shower and I am stoned and I stink. Please? Is that OK?” 

“Go for it Mom,” said Shelia who was obscenely spread out on the bed, “We were just going to watch some TV, weren’t we hon? Be a good boy and bring me a beer, please?”

Tarrin brought Shelia a beer and sat down on the bed opposite her. Shelia licked her lips and winked at him.

Out of the bathroom they heard mom starting to sing over the noise of the water.

“RIDERS ON THE STORMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM”

Sheila and Tarrin started giggling. Mom always sang in the shower loudly. It was more like yelling then singing. When they had lived in apartments when Tarrin was little, neighbors were always complaining and banging on the walls when mom took a shower. Plus she never closed the bathroom door so her voice was all the more amplified.

Tarrin looked back over at his sister. He couldn’t help it. He wanted to kiss her so badly. But he couldn’t move. Shelia got up, took a swig of her beer and stood above him.

“THERE’S A KILLER ON THE ROOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD” “HIS BRAIN IS SQUIRMING LIKE A TOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAADD”

She slowly straddled her body over his. She began to rub her pussy in circles all over his crotch. Involuntarily his hands went up to her breasts. He grabbed them and squeezed.

Shelia let out a moan as she began to ride him faster. She paused and looked into his eyes. Tarrin turned his head as she lowered into kiss him.

“TAKE A LONG HOLIDAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY”

Her kiss hit his cheek.

“No, we can’t do this,” he whispered into her ear, “I am your brother, this just isn’t right.”

Shelia pushed him backwards on the bed and pinned his arms down. He could have started wrestling with her, but he liked how strong she felt. Damn, she was strong. 

“All those buckets of water I had to lug in the Peace Corps from the well...” Shelia said. 

How did she read his mind like that?

“What are you gonna do now baby brother? Cry for mommy?”

“LET YOUR CHILDREN PLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYY”

Tarrin opened his mouth and whispered, “Mommy? Mommy, help me...” 

He closed his eyes and wished for his mom to end her shower. 

&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

“Come on silly, don’t you wanna watch?”

Shelia pulled his pants off. Tarrin didn’t stop her. He couldn’t stop her. He could never say no to Shelia, and it didn’t look as if he could start doing so now. His heartbeat with anticipation and the thought that mom could walk in any second.

“GIRL YOU GOTTA LOVE YOUR MAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN”

Shelia pulled off his underwear. 

“I don’t know why you wear those things,” laughed Shelia.

“GIRL YOU GOTTA LOVE YOUR MAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN”

Shelia licked his belly button. Tarrin couldn’t move. He felt like he was paralyzed. He tried to move his arms but he couldn’t. He absolutely couldn’t.

“TAKE HIM BY THE HANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDDDDDD MAKE HIM UNDERSTAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDDDD”

Shelia put her hands up on his chest, on his nipples and tweaked them softly. Tarrin bit his lip so he wouldn’t call out “STOP!” because it felt soooo good.

Shelia kissed the tip of his cock. Then she stuck her tongue out and began to lap at him as if he were a lollypop. Slowly she began at the base and worked her way up. Reaching the top, she moved her hands up under his butt and sort of lifted him up. His cock slid into the hot orifice of her mouth. 

“UhhhhhOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhh,” Tarrin moaned again. 

Shelia began to work his cock, her tongue flicked around in her mouth. Tarrin wondered how the hell she did that? No other girl had used her tongue on him like that. Her hands found his balls and she gave them a gentle squeeze.




The Family Vacation



It started out like any other family vacation. My parents had rented a beach house to share with my father's brother's family for a week. In total, there were seven of us in five bedrooms. Because we were sharing the cost of the house we managed to get one large enough to easily accommodate all of us. There was a large main floor and basement, three bedrooms on the second floor, and two more on the third floor. My aunt and uncle, Ralph and Donna, took the master on the second floor and my two cousins, Jason and Amber, each had their own rooms. The remaining two bedrooms on the third floor were occupied by my parents, Marc and Jessica, and I took the remaining one. The third floor was originally an attic and art studio that had been converted into two bedrooms with a shared bathroom at the end of the hallway.

My name is Eric. I'm an eighteen year old high school senior. I'm on the varsity football team, I get straight A's and I'm obsessed with sex. Usually, I spend my days in class drooling over the hot girls. I've hooked up a few times at parties but due to my overwhelming shyness I never made it past heavy petting. 

I spend most of what little free time I had trying to relive my fantasies with internet porn. Needless to say, I am your typical teenage hornball. Because of this fact, the one thing that I was looking forward to the most during this vacation was seeing pretty girls in skimpy bathing suits at the beach.

The house we rented was on prime beach front property. There was a large back porch that gave us some element of privacy from the public beach. The porch had all the usual beach vacation amenities; a high end barbeque, a large jacuzzi, an outdoor shower and a wide range of patio furniture.

We arrived at the house around 5pm and headed straight out to dinner. My father didn't get to see his brother very often and the few time that they did they mostly drank and told old stories that everyone had heard a million times. What made this night different, though, was that my mom and aunt appeared to be sharing quite liberally in the drinking too. It was clear by the end of the night that everyone had been over-served, but thankfully the restaurant was walking distance to the house. 

On the way back to the house, I walked with my cousins trailing our parents. We laughed at them the whole way home. Twice my mother fell and eventually took her heels off for the remainder of the walk home.

Back at the house, everyone gathered in the living room. The old stories continued to flow along with the drinks. I managed to hide one of the vodka bottles in the kitchen so that I could join the party without anyone knowing and of course I let Jason and Amber in on the secret. 

Around midnight, everyone was exhausted and ready for bed. My father and my aunt Donna took the lead on cleaning up as their spouses were too drunk to help. I followed my mother up to the third floor, wary of her falling on me with every step. She had worn a modestly revealing dress that night and as I followed her up the stairs my eyes fell right on the back of her thighs. I had never really had any sexual thoughts about my mother before, but between my natural tendency to sexualize every woman I saw and the alcohol I found myself focusing on her bare flesh and thinking about what was under her dress for the first time. 

I slowed my pace so that I could more easily watch her as she slowly made her way up the stairs. Her muscles rippled underneath her soft, smooth flesh. I tried to distract myself from leering at my own mother, but every stumble of hers lifted the back of her dress further up her legs. The more of her flesh was revealed to me, the more I wondered what she looked like naked. 

As soon as we were on the third floor I ran to my room. As soon as I was in the safety of my own private space I shut the door and leaned back against it panting. After several minutes, I heard the bathroom door shut and realized that I would have to wait. Thankfully, I knew just the thing to kill a few minutes. In no time at all I was naked on my bed jerking off to thoughts of my mother. Despite my best efforts I couldn't focus on anything but her. 

I felt guilty thinking about my mother while pleasuring myself, but I couldn't help it. I kept picturing her bending over far enough that her dress would rise up over the curve of her ass revealing her panties to me. I then had to imagine what type of panties my mom wore. I settled on red satin bikini panties. In my vivid imagination I noticed how the material stretched across her ass with just a small indent between her cheeks. My hands were reaching out for her thighs as my cock erupted in my hand. I covered my chest in cum as my mind wandered.

After jerking off and cleaning myself up, I waited for her to return to her room but she was taking her time. I couldn't bear to face her after what I had just done. First, I heard the bathroom door open and shut and then something that I hadn't expected. My bedroom door slowly opened. I quickly pulled the sheets across my body as the dim light from the hallway poured into the room. 

My mother stood in the doorway, but she wasn't wearing what she had worn to dinner. She must have gone to the bathroom to change into something to sleep in. But why was she in my room? Did she somehow suspect what I had just done? I didn't say a word and neither did she.

She leaned against the door frame looking radiant in the soft light. Her long dirty blond hair flowed over her shoulders. Her face was partially obscured by her hair, which rested gently across the tops of her breasts. She wore a very revealing piece of black lace lingerie that hugged her body and highlighted her generous curves. The two shoulder straps were completely covered by her hair. The neckline was deep enough to offer a tantalizing view of her chest though the thin translucent material that she wore did little to cover her and left her nipples fully visible. The mid-section of her negligee was nearly transparent. It consisted of a floral lace pattern that revealed her entire flat stomach. Through the thin material I was also able to see her panties, which appeared to be made of the same thin black material. The hem of her outfit ended just below her panties leaving her long gorgeous legs on full display. 

Even though I had just jerked off, my cock was already rock hard again. Between the alcohol and my recent fantasy my mind was grappling with conflicting emotions, this was my mom after all. 

I remained still as she looked at me. She had the kind of look on her face that you don't give to your children. She wore a look of pure sex. It was the type of look that you expect to see in a porn movie, but definitely not on your mother. 

"Well?"

She broke the silence.

"What do you think? I wanted to wear something special, just for you." She pushed herself away from the door and drew her hands across her body, from her legs to her chest, as she spoke.

The effects of the alcohol were evident in her slurred speech. I didn't know what to say. I had to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming. The only thing that I could manage to say was, "Uhhhhh..."

She closed the door behind her as she entered the room which was now only barely lit from the moonlight entering the window. She walked over to the side of my bed and paused.

"I'm horny Marc. I need you." She reached out and lifted up the covers and tossed them to the side.

"Oh my. I can see that I'm not alone." She giggled a little as she spoke. Her eyes were glued to my cock.

My mother was standing over me, drooling over my hard cock, begging for sex. At least I understood what was happening now. She had somehow gotten mixed up coming out of the bathroom and mistook my room for hers. I could only assume that the alcohol combined with the dim lighting conspired against her. I attempted to speak up to tell her when she caught me off guard once again.

She reached for my hand and pulled me up. I was left sitting naked on the edge of my bed with my drunken, horny mother dressed in lingerie standing right in front of me. I took my time and enjoyed the sight before me. She was radiant. The moonlight cast a glow against her body. Her skin looked soft and supple. The only noise in the room was that of our breathing.

After releasing my hand, my mother pulled the hem of her nightie up to her bellybutton and hooking her thumbs into the elastic of her panties. I watched intently as she moved. Her pussy was visible through the front panel of her panties. I was in awe of what was happening before me. My mother then pushed her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. My mother's exposed pussy lay before me. This was the first time that I had ever seen one in person and it was perfect.

She clearly groomed it. She was covered by a thin patch of neatly trimmed dark blond hair running along the middle of her pussy. Through the thin tangle of hair I could make out the distinct mound of her pussy and the crevice that separated the two sides. After a moment that felt like an eternity I managed to tear my eyes away from her pussy long enough to look up at her face. She was biting her lower lip and staring back at me. It was clear what she wanted.

"Don't you want to fuck me Marc?" She was again running her hands across her body. 

I'm not sure what came over me, but I had to say something. Even though she thought I was someone else, here was my own mother begging me to fuck her.

"Yes."

I had sealed my fate. Even though she was so drunk that she couldn't tell the difference between her husband and her son I was sober enough that I should have stopped it. I couldn't help myself.

My mother leaned forward and placing her hands on my shoulders she climbed onto my lap. Her bare thighs pressed against mine. She looked into my eyes and leaned in to kiss me. The heat from her body felt incredible against me as her breasts collapsed into my chest. Still too drunk to balance herself properly, she slipped on the edge of the bed and fell forward pushing me onto my back and leaving her next to me. 

She pushed her face into mine and kissed me again. Her lips tasted like candy. There was no turning back now.

My mouth opened to hers. In her drunken condition she was quite aggressive. He tongue swam past my lips and merged with my own. Her hands were all over my body. I couldn't resist and began to explore her body as well. Her hips were both soft and firm. My hand reached around the swell of her hip and onto her ass. I pulled her closer to me while my fingertips pushed between her legs. They were immediately met with the warm moistness of her pussy.

My mother moaned her approval into my mouth. 

"Oh Marc."

She shifted her legs to give me better access. My fingers pushed against the soft folds of her flesh and just barely penetrated her.

My head was swimming. Somehow, I was lying in bed fingering my mother. The sweet musty smell of her sex filled the room. How did this happen to me?

Despite her best efforts to help me, my access to my mother's pussy was significantly limited by the fact that I was reaching around her and approaching her from behind. As I clumsily wiggled my fingers around her pussy I came up with a different idea. I withdrew my hand and pushed her away from me. I picked myself up and pushed her down onto the bed on her back. From a brief moment, I looked down at her as I threw my leg across her body and straddled her. 

Her hair framed her face in a wild mane. Her eyes, filled with lust, glimmered in the moonlight. Her mouth was opened as she gasped for breath. He chest heaved in anticipation beneath me. The heat from her body between my legs was enough to wash away any guilt or second thoughts that I might have harbored. Lying in my bed was an incredibly hot woman desperate for me to fuck her, it just so happened that she was also my mother. 

"Oh god, I need you. It's been too long." She continued to beg for it.

What choice did I have?

After taking in the sight of her body writhing in my bed I took action. First I attacked her chest. My hands pawed at her through her thin lingerie. Her soft breasts were topped by two hard nipples. I massaged her while trying to push the fabric aside, but it proved too tight. Instead I lowered my face to her and began to kiss the valley between her breasts. 

My hands remained on her breasts as I made my way down her body kissing her as I went. It didn't take long until she realized what I was going to do.

"Oh Marc, what are you... nobody's ever... ohhhh... don't stop...."

Her words came quickly between her panting breaths.

My lips first made contact with the flesh of her abdomen. Her body quivered as I continued on my way. I took my time and slowly caressed her flesh with my lips and teased her with my tongue. I knew I was getting closer to my goal as my lips sensed the slope of her body guiding me between her legs. 

First, I encountered her neatly trimmed hair. I paused my approach and licked and sucked on her for a moment enjoying the texture of her hair against my lips and tongue. Her legs were moving beneath me and her hands were now resting on top of my head. With a gentle nudge from my mother, I moved between her legs and lowered my mouth onto her sweet pussy. She was already wet from excitement and my tongue slid effortlessly across her.

"Oh.... fuck.... yes...." She moaned louder and louder into the dark room.

My tongue flitted between her hot pussy lips and then I pushed my face against her body. My mouth opened wide enough to envelope her mound and my tongue pushed deep inside of her. My mother kept encouraging me as I lapped at her pussy. Her legs were now pushed up and out, giving me unfettered access.

My hands gripped onto her thighs tightly as I assaulted her pussy with my mouth. Her sweet juices flowed from her body and down my chin. She attempted to muffle her moans but I could clearly tell when she liked what I was doing. After a few minutes I was getting more comfortable with my position and began to move my neck as I worked. My hands explored the soft smooth flesh of my mother's thighs and stomach as my mouth worked on her pussy. I managed to draw my tongue along the entire length of her pussy with every stroke. The tip of my tongue dipped between her lips and gently pressed against her opening. 

Eventually I zeroed in on her clit. First I sucked on it, causing her to grip my hair tightly between her fingers. I rolled her clit between my lips and flicked it with my tongue. I could sense that she was getting more and more excited as I teased her. I remained focused on that one spot until her body began to tense up. I then lowered my tongue and lapped at her gaping pussy as she came, filling my mouth with her juices.

"That's it. Fuck me with your mouth. Make me cummmm...." Her voice was so excited that I barely recognized it.

Hearing my mother talking like that got me even more turned on. I gently caressed her pussy with my tongue and lips as her climax subsided. I then lifted myself back up and looked down at her.

My mother's eyes were closed. Her body was sprawled out before me. Her soft skin glowed in the gentle moonlight. I had to fuck her, but first I wanted to feel her breasts. Knowing that the negligee was too tight, I reached for the shoulder straps. I grabbed them and forced them from her shoulders. In my haste, one of them ripped revealing the gentle swell of her breast. I pushed the second strap down her arm and freed her other breast. 

My hands quickly attacked her chest. My mother arched her back as I massaged her breasts. She moaned again as my hands explored her soft flesh. 

"Ohhhh.... Marc...."

"I need your cock inside of me."

I couldn't resist any longer. I positioned myself between my mother's legs and guided my cock towards its target. I was about to lose my virginity to my own mother. Instead of being disgusted with myself I was all to eager to fuck her. The tip of my cock pressed against her soft pussy lips. I hesitated just long enough for her to grab my hips. I fell down on top of her. My cock forced its way past her outer lips and slid deep inside of her. The feeling of her hot wet flesh against my cock was incredible. I leaned into her and lodged my cock as far as it would go.

With my cock buried inside of her and my body pressed against hers I tilted my head up and kissed her again. She gyrated beneath me as we kissed. I didn't want that moment to end but she broke it off and said, "Oh god, honey. Your cock feels so much bigger tonight. You must be really horny." 

"Oh yeah. You look so hot Jessica I couldn't wait to fuck you." I had finally gotten up enough nerve to say something.

I didn't want to move with my cock buried deep inside of my mother. I was too afraid that I was going to cum right away. Instead I rocked my pelvis from side to side. 

"Oh that feels good." 

I kept up what I was doing until I felt the walls of my mother's pussy contracting around my cock. 

"I... I'm... cumming..."

It was an incredible feeling when my mother's pussy gripped my cock as she came. It contracted against my hard cock in a long slow rhythm. I kept my cock buried deep inside of her as she came. Slowly her pussy eased up and she spoke up again.

"Fuck me!"

I had no choice. I slowly pulled my cock out until the tip was resting against her lips and then slowly guided it back into her. 

"Oh... that's it. You feel so good Marc! You've never filled my pussy up like this before."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was fucking my mother like she had never been fucked before. That was all the confidence that I needed I picked up my pace and begin truly fucking her. The silence of the night was punctuated with the sound of our bare flesh slapping together as I slammed my cock deep into her body. I watched as her tits shook with every thrust. 

I realized that I would never be able to look at my mother the same way again, but I didn't care. I was fucking her and that's all that mattered.

The back of the bed knocked into the wall as I fucked my mother as hard as I could.

"Harder, harder, don't stop fucking me. Deeper. I want to feel you deep inside of me."

I knew that I couldn't hold out any longer so I fucked her as fast as my hips would allow.

"I'm going to cum." I whispered as I thrust my cock deep into her.

My hips crashed against hers.

"Yes! Cum inside of me!" She yelped.

My cock exploded inside of my mother's pussy as she spoke.

"Unnggghhh..." She grunted as my cum filled her up. 

I collapsed onto her body while my cock emptied itself inside of her pussy.

"Oh my god. That was incredible. You've never fucked me like that before. What got into you?"

"I don't know, I just couldn't help myself."

We both laid in my bed silently for several minutes before my mother excused herself to go to the bathroom. My semi-erect cock slipped from her pussy as she rolled out from under me.

I watched her silhouette as she left the room and the reality of what had just occurred hit me like a ton of bricks. What was I going to do now? She didn't know that she just fucked her son. My mind raced as I thought of a way out. I jumped out of bed and darted across the room to lock my door. I hoped that she would realize that it was the wrong room and return to her own bed. As soon as I locked the door I heard her in the hallway. She juggled the door quietly and then gave up. I pressed my ear to the door and heard her enter her own room. Relieved, I went to bed dreaming of my mother's pussy.

Jessica woke up the next morning next to her husband. As the sunlight filled the room, they both slowly arose. She turned to Marc and whispered into his ear.

"Last night was amazing."

"Huh, what are talking about honey?"

"Last night, you were incredible."




The Family Vacation



"I think you drank a little too much last night. We didn't have sex."

"Oh..." Jessica felt confused and a little embarrassed.

She knew that she had gotten bombed the night before but sex isn't the type of thing that she would forget. 

"It must have been a dream."

"Well, I'm glad I was so good in your dreams."

"You were amazing."

Her mind drifted off as her husband got out of bed and put on his robe.

"I need some coffee." Marc leaned in and kissed his wife before leaving the room.

Jessica couldn't shake the feeling that she had sex the night before, but if it wasn't with her husband then who was it with?

Her hand brushed against her thigh and she noticed that she wasn't wearing panties.

"That's strange. I know I put panties on with this outfit." She thought to herself. 

Jessica pushed the blanket off of her and looked down to confirm that she wasn't wearing any panties. She also noticed that one of the shoulder straps on her negligee was ripped.

"What happened?" She was beginning to get worried that she did something that she shouldn't have. But she couldn't piece it together. She put on her robe and then went to the bathroom. On her way down the hall, she passed her son's room and noticed that his blanket was in a crumpled heap on the floor. Her initial reaction was that he was a slob but then she saw something else; her panties.

Jessica froze in the doorway. 

The floor creaked beneath her feet.

I had already been up for a while but had been trying to go back to sleep when I heard a noise in my room. I rolled over in bed and found my mother in my doorway. She stood in roughly the same spot as she did the night before except that now she was wearing a robe. 

"Good morning." I tested the waters as I tried to shake of the haze of my hangover.

My mother said nothing. She slowly walked into my room and stopped right next to my bed. She bent over and picked up her panties that she had left the night before. Suddenly I wished that I had hidden them. I didn't know what was coming but I knew that it wouldn't be good.

"Where did you get these?"

She looked down at me as she spoke. There was a cold edge to her voice.

"You... you left them there." My heart was pounding in my chest.

"What did you do Eric?"

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

"I didn't do anything."

She waited a moment before speaking again.

"Listen Eric." She sat down on the edge of my bed as she spoke. "I know you were drinking with your cousins last night. I had a little to drink too. Sometimes..." 

Her voice drifted off as she searched for the right words.

"Sometimes we do things when we drink. Things that we shouldn't."

I sat up next to her.

"Mom..."

She cut me off.

"Eric, I don't blame you for what happened."

"What do you mean? You came in here and you got into my bed."

"Eric. You took advantage of your mother in a moment of weakness."

"Mom..."

"Listen to me Eric." Her voice became more shrill.

"You should never have done that. I'm you're mother. It's just wrong."

Jessica felt sick to her stomach as she spoke. She couldn't believe that this had happened. Not with her son.

"That's not what you said last night."

"You're not listening Eric."

"No, I am listening. And I was listening last night. You told me that you've never felt such a big cock before. You said that it was the best sex you've ever had."

She turned her head away from him.

"But I'm your mother."

"But..."

"No!"

I put my hand on her leg and leaned in.

"Don't you remember?"

I kissed her cheek while pushing my hand up under her robe. 

"Don't you remember how good it felt when I licked your pussy?"

My mother didn't respond. I took her lack of resistance as an invitation. I untied her robe to find her still wearing her lingerie from the night before. Her one breast was hanging out of the ripped side and the other remained barely covered by the thin material. She looked amazing. I reached up and took her exposed breast in my hand as I kissed her again. 

"You were begging me to fuck you harder and deeper."

A guttural moan escaped her lips as my hand slowly drifted down from her chest to between her legs.

Without saying anything she pushed her legs apart for me. My fingers gently rubbed her pussy. She was still covered in my cum. Her breathing was getting faster.

"Does this feel good?" I whispered into her ear.

"Ohh..." Was all she said.

My finger became more aggressive as her pussy became wetter. I slipped a finger between the folds of her pussy and pushed it inside of her.

A sharp noise escaped her lips as I fingered her.

"Do you want me to stop?"

She shook her head.

"Tell me." I demanded.

"No. Don't stop."

I pushed her back onto my bed and climbed on top of her. My finger was still inside of her as I lined up my cock against her wet pussy.

I looked down at her and asked, "What do you want?"

"I... I..." 

I could sense that she was conflicted and pushed my fingers deeper into her pussy.

"Oh.... I want you to fuck me!" Finally she said it.

"Oh Eric!" She moaned as I eased my cock into her.

For the first time she said my name while I was fucking her. It felt good.

I knew that I would cum soon so I didn't hold back. I thrust my cock deep into her and fucked her hard.

"Jessica. Eric. Breakfast." My father's voice drifted up the stairs and through the open door of my room. 

Neither of us spoke a word. My cock pushed deep inside of my mother and then pulled out. Each thrust brought our bodies together again.

"Jessica? Eric?" His voice rang out again.

"I... ohhh... I'm coming..." My mother finally yelled back. Little did my father know that his wife meant that she was cumming and at the hands of her son.

As soon as she opened her mouth I could feel her body convulsing against mine. I couldn't hold out any longer and released a stream of hot sticky cum inside of my mother's pussy. We came together for the first time.

My mother looked exhausted. I didn't want to move.

"I should go." She said meekly.

She pulled herself up and made her way to the door. I got up and cut her off. I grabbed her arm and turned her back to me. I pushed the robe from her shoulders, leaving her naked except for the torn lingerie. I reached out and put my hand behind her head, pulling her into me and kissed her. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she kissed me back. I knew right there that I wasn't done fucking my mom. Not by a long shot.



The Family Vacation



Part 1 - Cindy

We had been planning it for over two years, a family vacation that would probably be the last one we all had together. I had banked my two weeks of vacation at the engineering firm I worked at for the last two years and this year, with my five year anniversary, I had picked up week number three. So I had seven weeks and Dad had just retired and my brother, David, was supposed to have graduated from college. But somehow he had miss calculated his credit hours and was three short of the requirement. So he decided that summer quarter was the best option. He would graduate in August and could start a serious job search in early September.

We were all disappointed, but understanding. We made motel reservations for the first three nights and planned on being as flexible as possible beyond that. With wi-fi available in almost any motel or fast food joint and even having internet on our smart phones we figured it would be easy to make sure we didn't have to sleep in the car.

The plan was for Mom, Dad and I to leave early Saturday morning and head west. Thursday afternoon, it looked like the whole plan might go to pot! Mom got a phone call from the dean at the local community college. Would she consider teaching the scrap booking course that she had wanted to teach for the last three years? Please? They had an open spot in their summer quarter and they wanted her to fill it. That's right, summer quarter. She would have to start Monday and the course would run eight weeks. They offered pay that was twice what she had expected and told her that if there was enough interest it would become a regular offering in their course book.

Talk about mixed emotions! We were thrilled to death for her, but the thought of cancelling our family vacation was heart breaking! 

"No!" she said. "You and Daddy can go without me, Cindy! You've always been close and this might be the last chance you get to really spend time together. We have no idea when we might get another chance to do this. Besides, the motel reservations have already been made for the first three nights and you know what sights you want to see and ... Well, you just have to go without me." 

Daddy was reluctant, but she convinced him that we should go. Saturday morning at 6:30 he and I climbed into the SUV, two suitcases and some miscellaneous stuff in the back, and waved to Mom and David as we pulled out of the drive. We talked constantly for the first day, rehashing the plans to stop and see this or that and spend a day or two here or there. We pulled into the first of our booked hotels at about 5:30, checked in and went to a nearby ribs joint for dinner. At 8:00 we popped into the motel lounge for a couple of drinks and listened to the guy playing the piano until after 9.

"Baby, I am really tired. I guess the long drive and the scotch have just about done me in."

"Me, too, Dad. Maybe we can find something really boring on the TV!"

Mom and Dad and I had shared motel rooms so many times over the years that we hadn't considered any other arrangement. The room had a pair of queen sized beds and Dad took the one furthest from the door, leaving me easy access to the bathroom. I fiddled with the TV while he did his thing in there and then went in to get ready for bed myself. When I came back out, wearing the shorty nightgown I loved to sleep in, he was in bed asleep.

The next day and evening were almost an exact duplicate of the first. By the time I'd gotten ready for bed, Dad was sound asleep. Monday we didn't have quite so far to drive, and after we checked in we did a little sight seeing. Dad didn't seem quite so tired when we got back to the motel at 10:00. For the first time he was awake to see me come out of the bathroom in my nightgown. I hadn't realized how close to see through it was until Daddy, sitting up in his bed, whistled!

"Daddy!"

He laughed. "I'm sorry, Cindy. You obviously don't realize just how hot you look in that!"

"Daddy!"

He laughed again. "Go to bed, Princess."

An hour later, the TV had been off for about 20 minutes and I was nearly asleep when I heard heavy breathing from the bed beside mine. I had thought Dad was asleep half an hour ago. I opened my eyes, and looked over without moving any more than I had to. Daddy was lying on the covers with his hand around his very big erection! His hand moved up and down a few times before he licked it and went back to stroking his cock. His breathing grew more and more ragged, as though he really needed to cum, but didn't seem to be able to.

"Daddy," I whispered. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, my god, Cindy!" He jumped and tried to pull the covers over himself, but he was laying on them and couldn't get enough free to cover his hard-on. "Oh, shit, Cindy! I thought you were asleep! I'm sorry, Baby. You weren't supposed to see that."

"Why not, Daddy? There's nothing to be ashamed of if you need to masturbate. We all do occasionally. And it's not like I never saw a man's cock before. Damn, Daddy, I'm not some innocent teeny-bobber!"

"Still, Princess ..."

"It's OK, Dad."

"I'm sorry, Honey, it's just that your Mom and I, we, well, we ..."

"Are you trying to say you don't have sex very often, Dad?"

"Well, not for the last several months."

"You haven't had sex for several months!"

"No." It was almost a whisper.

I think it was about then that I realized he was still holding his cock and it was still very erect. I moved from my bed and knelt on the floor beside him.

"Let me help, Daddy." I pushed his hand away and took that beautiful big cock in my hand.

"Oh, god, no, Baby! No!" He tried to move my hand, but I wouldn't let him.

"Sh. Just lay back and let me do this for you." I licked my palm and began slowly stroking him, squeezing and releasing and licking my hand again and stroking him until after a few minutes I felt him stiffen and then he exploded, squirting load after load of hot cum all over both of us.

"Go to sleep, now, Daddy."

"But .."

"Go to sleep, Dad."

"Okay."

Minutes later he was snoring gently. I waited fifteen minutes more before I slipped quietly into the bathroom and slid two fingers into my throbbing pussy. The next morning we acted as though nothing had happened.

I made up my mind shortly after lunch. I would be in control. I would be the one who decided what and when. I didn't say anything to Daddy, but when we checked into the motel I knew it would be my way and I was in control.

We had dinner at a local sea food eatery and I suggested that we spend a few minutes in the lounge before turning in. It was almost 10:00 when we got back to the room. As usual, Daddy got ready while I got something on the tube and then I went into the bathroom. When I came out, he was under the covers watching the TV. I went to his bed, and pulled the covers back.

"Cindy!"

"Sh. I know what you need, Daddy."

I pulled his p.j. bottom down and took his cock in my hand. He started to object, but his cock jumped to attention and he took a deep breath and let me start stroking. I took my time, working gently and slowly, licking my palm occasionally, until almost ten minutes later I felt him stiffen, gasp and he squirted several large loads of cum over both of us. I licked the gooey string from my hand, kissed Daddy gently on the lips and told him to go to sleep. 

Wednesday evening I changed the game up a bit. We'd had another short driving day and done a bit of sight seeing before eating dinner. Our motel room was a carbon copy of a million others, two queen size beds, a desk, a few chairs and a TV. Daddy expected the same routine, going into the bathroom to get ready for bed. But when he came out, the TV wasn't on. And I didn't go into the bathroom to change into my nightie. Instead, I stood at the foot of his bed and slowly pulled my shirt over my head. Daddy gasped as I pulled my shorts, one inch at a time, over my hips and let them drop to the floor. My bra hooked in front and I took my time about shedding it. 

By the time I had pushed my panties to the floor and stood totally naked at the foot of his bed, Daddy's cock was ready and hard, his breathing already ragged. I pulled on the bottom of his p.j. legs and he lifted his ass to let them slide off. Pushing his legs apart, I crawled up between them and teased his hard-on with my finger tips for several minutes before taking the head of his cock in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around him and then slowly pulled him into my mouth. God, his cock tasted so good! I worked him very slowly, sucking gently as I pulled my mouth back to the tip of his hard-on, teasing with my tongue, and then pushing my mouth all the way to the base of his cock.

He came much too soon! I wanted this to last for hours! The only thing that I liked even close to as much as a big hard cock in my cunt, is a big hard cock in my mouth. Daddy's cock is really big, and that night it was really hard! He stiffened, arched his back slightly, and started pumping cum into my mouth. I swallowed, and sucked some more. I wanted to drain him, drink every bit of his cum. I kept sucking until he dropped his ass back onto the bed and sighed.

"God, Cindy! That was incredible!"

"Thank you, Dad! I rather liked it myself!"

"Can I ..."

"Go to sleep, Daddy."

"But, you ..."

"Go to sleep."

I stood and pulled my nightgown over my head and climbed into my own bed. Ten minutes later, as Daddy snored, I went quietly into the bathroom and slid two fingers into my pussy. Tomorrow night would be a little different!

Thursday night was different. We were in the middle of nowhere with nothing to see and nothing to do. We had driven longer than usual, eaten at a very bland chicken place and listened to a third rate piano player in the lounge and headed to our room at a little after 9. 

Daddy started to go into the bathroom with his p.j. bottoms, but I stopped him. 

"Come here, Dad." I was sitting in the one easy chair in the corner of the room. He walked slowly to me, not sure what I had in mind. "Take off your shirt." He hesitated only a moment before doing just as I asked. I unbuckled his belt and slowly unzipped his slacks. They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them one leg at a time, pushing them to the side and standing in front of me in his boxers. I watched for a few moments as his cock started to harden, pushing the front of his shorts toward me. And then I pushed the shorts slowly to the floor. 

"You have got an awesome cock, Dad." I took the head of his cock in my mouth and swirled it with the tip of my tongue for just a moment. 

I stood up and gently pushed him toward the chair.

"Your turn to sit for a few minutes." I directed. I loved being in such complete control.

My blouse buttoned up the front and I released each button very slowly, starting at the bottom and taking several minutes to finally undo all of them. I very slowly opened the front of it and slid it off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor behind me. My bra was a skin colored lace that fastened in front. I acted like I was going to release it and then changed my mind. Instead I slowly unzipped my jeans. My panties were very small bikinis that matched my bra. 

"Do you like them, Daddy?"

"Yes," he breathed, "God, Baby! Yes!"

I reached for the catch between my tits and slowly released my bra. As I shed my bra Daddy reached for my tits. 

"Uh-uh, Daddy. No touching. You can look, but you're not allowed to touch. Not yet."

I slowly pulled my panties down revealing my shaved pussy. 

"Oh my God, Cindy! You are so beautiful!"

Once again he started to reach for me.

"No, Dad! I told you look, but no touching. Not until I tell you. Not tonight. It's time for you to lie down." I guided him to the bed and he laid down, legs spread, waiting for me to take his hard-on into my mouth.

I started stroking his cock gently with my finger tips and in just a few moments he was rock hard and panting, begging me to suck him. Instead I came to my knees over his chest and slowly slid two fingers into my pussy. As Daddy watched I slowly finger fucked myself just inches from his face. In a few minutes I came all over Daddy. Then I slid down and took his cock in my mouth and gently started sucking. My tongue wrapped around the head of his cock and in a few moments he exploded in my mouth. I swallowed and kept sucking. After a few minutes I licked the cum from the tip of his cock and stood up.

"It's time to go to sleep, now, Daddy."

I pulled the nightgown over my head and turned off the lights before climbing into the other bed.

"Cindy, are we ..."

"Go to sleep, Daddy. Don't ask. Go to sleep."

Friday we reached Colorado Springs. We had decided to spend a couple of days sight seeing and visiting some of the many interesting places around the area. I had made reservations at a reasonably nice motel for Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights. When we got to the motel, Daddy was the first into the room.

"Oh, no! This won't work. We can't do this."

I stepped past him into the room. It was a very nice room, but --- there was only one queen size bed. I was sure I had specified two beds, but on the other hand, if I HAD to sleep with Daddy ---

"I know I specified a double, Dad. You wait here, I'll go to the desk and get it straightened out."

I returned fifteen minutes later. I'd talked to the clerk at the desk and they had found the original request for a double, but someone had messed up the data entry. The problem was that there were no doubles available. "They can't give us a double, Dad, but they did give us a 50% discount for the three nights we're here and a coupon for two future nights at a reduced rate at other hotels in the chain. It's really a good deal."

"Yes, but there's only one bed. Maybe we should check the hotel down the street."

"Daddy! Really? After the evenings we've been sharing? You're going to develop an attitude about sleeping in the same bed? Really? Besides, Dad, I'm actually looking forward to sleeping, I mean really sleeping, with you. Don't you want to sleep with me?"

"Baby, you know I do! It's just ... Well, OK. I guess I do want to sleep with you. It's just not easy to admit."

I kissed him gently on the lips. "Is it easy to admit that you want to eat my pussy, Dad?"

"No, no it's not," he whispered.

"But you do, don't you." It wasn't a question. I knew the answer.

"Yes, yes, Baby. I want to eat your pussy. I don't know why you haven't let me before now! I really want to push my tongue into your cunt. I want to suck on your clit until you cum in my mouth!"

"Maybe tonight, Dad, maybe tonight."

"Please, Cindy ..."

"Maybe. But now, it's time for dinner. I saw a really nice looking steakhouse just a couple of blocks up the street. Do you want to walk?"

We got back to the room at about 9 and I turned on the TV. It took me about five minutes to find the adult movie channel. They were showing hard core porn. A teen age girl was licking the pussy of a woman old enough to be her mother. I could tell Dad was getting really turned on, but I was determined to take this on my own timetable. Then the older woman pulled on a strap-on and pushed it slowly into the young girls cunt.

"Oh, shit, Cindy!"

"It is hot, isn't it, Dad?"

The woman was quickly picking up the pace as she fucked the young girl.

"Oh, shit!"

"Are you ready, Dad?" The question was rhetorical. It was obvious that we were both more than ready.

I stood, moved between Dad and the still playing porn, and slowly pulled my shirt over my head. Dad's breathing was getting more labored. I slowly pushed my shorts to the floor and stood in front of Dad in matching bra and panties.

"Do you want to take them off, Dad?"

"Yes, Cindy!"

"Not yet. Take off your shirt."

He did and then stood to shed his slacks. I reached out and slowly pushed his boxers to the floor. His cock was throbbing, begging to be sucked. I teased the head of his hard-on with the tip of my tongue for several minutes.

"Do you want me to make you cum now, Dad? Or do you want to finish undressing me? Do you want to suck on my tits? Put your fingers in my cunt? Eat my pussy? Or do you want me to suck you off, make you cum in my mouth?"

"Oh, god, Cindy! I want it all."

"You have to choose. Daddy."

"Come here, Baby, let me take off your bra."

It hooked in front and seconds later it was on the floor and my left nipple was in Dad's mouth. I couldn't believe how good it felt, how gentle he was as his teeth nipped my tit and he wrapped his tongue in soft circles around my nipple. His fingers gently squeezing my right nipple as he sucked my left one to its full hardness and then he switched sides, sucking my right tit into his mouth as he fondled my left tit.

"Oh, shit, Dad! I think I'm going to cum!"

"No, Baby, not yet." His thumbs caught the waist band of my panties and pushed them slowly past my knees, where they fell to the floor. His thumbs found my pussy for a few minutes before he slid a finger slowly into my cunt. I squeezed his finger as he started pushing and pulling.

"Enough, Daddy! That's enough for now!" I pulled away and pushed gently on his shoulders. He fell onto his back on the foot of the bed and I dropped to my knees between his knees. I was greedy as I pulled his erection into my mouth. Moments later he squirted a full load of cum into my mouth. I held it there and quickly moved up and kissed him, dribbling his cum back into his mouth. Then I rocked my pussy against the root of his cock for a few seconds.

"Oh, god, Cindy! Can we ..."

"Not tonight, Daddy, but you can eat my cunt. Do you want to? Do you want to eat me out?"

I didn't need to wait for an answer. I moved quickly over his face and he pushed his tongue deep into me. I came, harder than I ever remember cumming. I felt him swallow and his tongue was teasing my clit and I came some more. 

I woke up the next morning with Daddy's hard-on against my back, his hand resting on my tit and his snores sounding gently in my ear. I slowly rolled out of his embrace and moved to where I could take his cock into my mouth. He came awake just moments before he came in my mouth.

I smiled, his cum dripping from my mouth. "It's time to get up, Dad! We have a lot to do today!" Before he could respond I was up and headed for the bathroom and a shower.

Part 2 -- David

Saturday morning at 6:30 Dad and Cindy climbed into the SUV, two suitcases and some miscellaneous stuff in the back, and waved to Mom and I as they pulled out of the drive. We were both really disappointed, but we both had priorities. I really needed to graduate and get a job, Mom had wanted to teach that course for several years. We didn't know if we'd get a chance at a vacation like that again, but the job and the opportunity to teach were just too important. We hoped that Dad and Cindy had a great time.

I decided to spend as much time as possible while they were gone cleaning Dad's garage and doing yard work. I figured that even with the studying I'd need to do, I could find enough time to be sure Dad would come home to a neat, clean garage and a well groomed yard.

I started almost as soon as they left and by evening was worn out. Mom had spent the day putting together a syllabus and some assignments and by the time we turned on the evening news she was barely able to keep her eyes open. She fell asleep in her chair within a few minutes and I coaxed her into going up to bed. I went up myself a few minutes later and fell asleep within a few minutes of climbing into bed.

Sunday was a repeat of Saturday. Mom started working on class material as soon as we finished breakfast and I got the mower out. By lunch time the lawn was mowed and I was ready to start weeding flower beds. Late that afternoon I got a few bags of mulch from the home improvement store and by evening the flower beds looked really good and I was really tired.




The Family Vacation



Once again, Mom fell asleep watching the news. She was ready to start her teaching career at 10 the next morning and I had a class from 9:00 until 11:30. I turned in just a few minutes after she did.

Monday was a great day. My class was led by an assistant, a very young, very hot, redhead with an incredible body and a great smile. There were only eight of us in the class, so we got to be very informal. I was looking forward to spending several hours a week with her -- and the rest of the class -- for the next eight weeks.

When Mom got home she was pumped. Her first class was really good. She had a dozen second year college students in her class, ten were young ladies and two were guys, football players who needed the credits to remain eligible, but who seemed genuinely interested by the time class was over. We went out to dinner that night to celebrate, and turned in before the news came on. 

I couldn't get to sleep as easily as usual, thinking about Miss Really Hot Red-Head. After fifteen or twenty minutes, I got up to get a drink from the bathroom. As I passed Mom's door I heard her moaning and cursing under her breath. I pushed open her door, thinking she might be sick. She was lying naked on the bed with a very large vibrator sticking out of her pussy.

"David!"

"Mom!"

"Oh, shit, David! Close the door!" She made no effort to pull the vibrator out of her cunt. For the first time I realized just how hot my mom was. Her tits are not real big, but they are very firm. Even lying on her back they had a great shape and her nipples are big and hard. Her tummy is flat and she has very nice, slender hips and the pussy her vibrator was sticking out of had been shaved very smooth.

"Are you okay, Mom? You sounded like you were ..."

"Yes, David, I'm fine! I just need, I mean I haven't, I mean your Dad and I don't ..."

"You and Dad don't have sex?"

"Please, David, close the door."

I did, after I stepped into her room. I dropped to my knees beside her bed and gently pushed her hand away from the vibrator and started moving it slowly in and out of Mom's pussy.

"Oh, god, no, David!"

"Shh, Mom, I know what you need and how to give it to you." 

I kept moving it in and out for her cunt for several minutes and as she came closer I pulled it out just far enough to rub it on her clit. She hit her climax like a train wreck, bucking and screaming for several minutes. Then I turned the vibrator off, kissed her gently on the mouth and told her to go to sleep. She was snoring lightly before I even closed her door. I went back to my room, called up my favorite porn site on the computer and stroked myself while watching a couple of hotties eat each other out.

When I got up the next morning, Mom had just finished fixing breakfast. Neither of us mentioned the night before as we ate. I spent the morning working on my class assignment and she spent her time digging up stuff on the computer to use for her class. After a light lunch she went back to her class prep and I went out to start a serious effort to clean off the work bench. 

We had microwave dinners and settled in to an evening of watching our favorite shows on the tube. Mom drifted off just as the news began. I had already decided. I woke her gently and led her upstairs to her room.

I helped her take off her blouse and then her slacks. She was wearing matching bra and panties, pale beige, soft lace that clearly showed her nipples. I realized again that my mom was really hot. As I released the catch on her bra, I noticed that her tits were so firm that they didn't sag at all. Her nipples were already getting hard.

I left her standing there in her bikini panties as I shrugged my shirt off and tossed it toward her bedroom door. I dropped to my knees in front of her and began slowly pulling her panties down.

"No, Davi ..."

"Shhh, Mom. Just relax. I know what you need. Just relax."

"But ..."

"Shhh." I pulled her panties to her knees and they dropped to the floor. One foot at a time I helped her step out of them, watching the lips of her cunt move as she moved her legs. I gently pushed her back to the edge of the bed and she sat down with her legs spread just enough for me to kneel between her thighs. "Lie back, Mom."

She started to object, but I pushed very lightly on her shoulders and she wimpered slightly as she fell back.

"I know what you need, Mom. No toys tonight. No batteries, Mom. Just me." I slowly began rubbing her clit with the tip of my finger.

"No, David, don't ..."

I wet my finger in my mouth and slid my index finger into her pussy.

"Oh, David!"

"You like that, don't you, Mom?" I kept moving my finger in and out of her cunt while I stroked her clit with my other thumb.

"Oh god, David! That is so good!" 

I licked my fingers again and slid two fingers into her pussy.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!" she climaxed several times before I pulled my fingers out of her and licked them clean. 

I kissed her good night. "Go to sleep, now, Mom."

"Dav ..."

"Go to sleep."

I had a hard time concentrating on the class material the next morning. I found myself comparing Miss Really Hot Red-Head to Mom. Her tits were a bit larger than Mom's and I wondered if they were as firm. She had great legs, but just a bit heavier than Mom's and her ass wasn't quite as tight as Mom's. I remembered the taste of Mom's pussy on my fingers and wondered if Miss Really Hot Red-Head tasted that sweet. Half way through class I realized my cock was getting hard. Was it Miss Really Hot Red-Head or Mom? It didn't matter. If I hoped to have any chance of dating my instructor after I graduated I had to keep cool during the time I had her as a teacher. The college was really strict about student -- teacher relationships. I had to assume she would not be willing to risk her job to date any student. Somehow I managed to put sex with either my teacher or Mom out of my mind and focus on the class material.

By the time I got home Wednesday afternoon I was horny as hell and ready to take Mom right to her room. There was a message on the answering machine. She was having lunch with the department head and would be home later in the afternoon. I did some studying, and then went to the garage.

When Mom got home she was pumped to the max. The department head had already decided to offer her course again Fall quarter. And her salary would be bumped a bit based on the response she had gotten this quarter. We threw a couple of pork steaks on the grill and opened a couple of cold beers to celebrate. We enjoyed dinner and then sat down to watch some of my favorite videos. I found a DVD of a mother who had caught her daughter playing with some of her sex toys. As punishment she made her daughter stand up and take off her panties. Mom was almost rough as she pushed the offending dildo into her daughter's pussy. After a few minutes she stopped, leaving the dildo sticking out of her daughter's cunt, and quickly stripped herself.

By the time the mother on the video had ordered her daughter to share a double dildo with her, Mom was practically ready to cum.

"Do you want to go upstairs, Mom? Or do you want to do it here in the living room?"

"Upstairs, David," she whispered. "We have to go upstairs."

I turned off the tube and we went quickly to Mom's room. Within a few minutes her blouse was lying on the floor and I was undoing her skirt. I left her standing there in her bra and panties as I slowly striped myself. My cock was already hard. I let her watch as I stroked it for just a few moments.

"Do you like this, Mom?"

"Oh, my god, yes, David! Yes" She started to reach or it, but I stopped her.

"Not right now, Mom." I pulled her to me, kissed her gently on the lips and undid the single hook on the back of her bra. My fingers found her nipple for a moment before I took it into my mouth. At first I sucked gently on her nipple and then I slowly pulled her tit into my mouth as though I was going to swallow it. My tongue was stroking her nipple as I sucked on her tit.

"Oh, god, David! Now, please, now! I need it now! Please!"

I pushed her gently to the bed. She fell onto her back and lifted her legs.

"Lift your ass, Mom. Let me take off your panties."

She lifted just enough to let me pull them down those awesome thighs. As they fell to the floor she spread her legs to offer me her cunt.

"Please, son! I need it now. Please eat me! Please! Now!"

I trailed my tongue slowly up the inside of each thigh to within an inch of her pussy and then spread her lips open with my thumbs. My mouth covered her clit and I sucked on it, gently at first and then harder. I pushed my tongue as hard into her pussy as I could. She hit her first climax, bucking and screaming. I kept eating. I couldn't believe what a turn-on it was to eat my Mom's cunt.

By the time I was ready to let Mom down from her multiple climax, I was so hot that I know I couldn't wait. I moved up over her until I was kneeling over her tits. I stroked myself for just a few seconds before I felt it building.

"Now, Mom! Open your mouth! Now!"

She did and I shot load after load into her open mouth from several inches away. 

"Give it to me, David! Let me suck on it!"

I took a deep breath and slid back far enough to kiss her on the mouth. "Not tonight, Mom. It's time to go to sleep."

"Please, David ..."

"Good night, Mom."

Saturday night I finally let Mom suck me off. We'd watched a porn and I'd finger fucked her before eating her out. By then she'd resigned herself to sleeping without getting to touch my hard-on. She thought she might get some cum squirted into her mouth, but she was surprised when I pushed my cock into her mouth. It didn't take me long to realize that Mom is a really good cock sucker. She brought me to the edge and then backed off several times before I finally blew my whole load into her mouth. She swallowed and kept sucking. And I came again.

For the next several days Mom and I spent every evening having great oral sex. Sometimes I would eat her pussy and then let her suck me off, other times she would go first, sucking my cock until I came in her mouth before I licked her cunt, giving her multiple orgasms. A few times we finished the night with a good session of 69, both of us cumming in each other's mouths at the same time. She quit asking about fucking. She had apparently accepted that her mouth would be the only place my cock went.

And then she cut me off cold. She wouldn't even sit on the couch with me. It took me several hours to realize she'd gotten her period. For several days we acted almost like a normal mother and son. We'd talk about the day ahead of us over breakfast and at dinner we'd talk about how the day had gone. There was no mention of sex.

Thursday evening a buddy asked if I wanted to go have a beer and shoot some pool at the local watering hole. I drank one draft while shooting two games of eight ball and one of nine ball before I called it a night. I had class early the next morning and I didn't want Miss Really Hot Red-Head to see me with a hang-over. I still had hopes of hooking up with her after I graduated.

Sam dropped me off about 9:30. I was really glad he didn't come in. Mom was waiting on the couch wearing the closest thing to nothing I'd ever seen. It was a pale yellow baby doll nightgown that was so see through it almost looked like saran wrap. Her tits were very clearly visible in every detail. Even through the gown her nipples begged to be sucked. The panties were just barely there, two very small triangles of transparent yellow cloth held in place by thin yellow ribbons tied at her sides. Her pussy was begging for my tongue.

I made her wait, just long enough to shed everything I was wearing on the living room floor and feed her my throbbing hard-on. After getting used to every night sex, the last few days had been hell and I was ready to blow my load in her mouth within a very few moments. But she teased me with her tongue and took me right to the edge several times before she let me pump my cum into her mouth. She swallowed every bit of it and sucked some more.

When I finally had to admit that there wasn't a drop left in me, I stretched out on the couch and watched as she pushed the panties to the floor. And then she knelt over my face and I drove my tongue into that gorgeous cunt. I tongue fucked her until she came in my mouth and sucked on her clit until she screamed. And then I pushed her over onto her back. I pulled the baby doll over her head and sucked on each of those awesome tits for several minutes. And then I pushed my cock slowly into her cunt. God, it felt so good!

"David! What are you ..."

"Shh, Mom. Relax. I won't cum in you."

I rocked slowly in and out, bringing her up slowly to her climax and then as she got closer I picked up the pace.

"Oh, my god, David! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

I pulled my cock out just in time to squirt another full load of cum all over her.

The next few weeks were absolute heaven. We fucked before we fell asleep in her bed and a few times we fucked again in the morning. We didn't want to run the risk of her getting pregnant, so I shot my cum in her mouth and on her tits and stomach. A few times she let me fuck her asshole. That was incredible. I pumped her ass full of cum and kept pumping until I was exhausted. One night I even fell asleep with my cock in her ass. When I woke up with my morning hard-on in her I just started pumping again. She woke up just in time for both of us to cum! Awesome!

Part 3 -- Cindy

It was our last night out. We knew it might be a long time before we had another night to ourselves. Without anything being said we came to the same conclusion. One last great hurrah. A royal fuck-fest. A full night of screwing and eating each other's brains out. We were just a couple of hundred miles from home. But we told ourselves we were too tired to drive it safely. We checked into the hotel a bit before 4:00 Saturday afternoon. We went straight to our room and didn't even take the time to open a suitcase. I was pulling off Daddy's shirt before the door was closed. In less than two minutes he was undoing my bra and a few moments later I was pulling down his shorts and sucking his already hard cock into my mouth.

He pushed me away long enough to pull my panties off and pushed me gently back onto the bed. We hadn't been in the room five minutes before Dad had his tongue in my pussy. I pulled and twisted until he was over me and I could get his cock back into my mouth. We were both cumming in each other's mouths within minutes. Then Daddy moved back around and pushed his hard-on into my cunt.

We fucked slowly for several minutes before I felt myself building for another climax. 

"Be careful, Daddy. You can't cum in my pussy. I can't get pregnant."

"Don't worry, Sweetheart. I won't"

Moments later I felt myself explode. "Yes, Daddy! Fuck me! God, you are so good!"

"Okay, Cindy, now it's my turn." Daddy pulled his cock out and pumped it with his hand for just a few moments before he blew his load on my tits and my face. I pulled him into my mouth and sucked out the last of his cum.

We showered and then we finally opened the suitcase and put on fresh clothes before walking to the seafood restaurant.

An hour and a half later, having enjoyed a final dinner together and one drink in the hotel lounge, we returned to the room. We took our time slowly undressing each other. And then Daddy began teasing me with his tongue, first against my tongue as we kissed, and then slowly working his way down, stopping to spend several minutes worshipping each of my nipples before trailing down across my stomach to my pussy. 

It was the best my pussy had ever been eaten. It seemed like a beautiful eternity that he worked his magic on my clit, making me cum over and over, before he finally pushed his rock hard cock slowly into my cunt. We moved slowly. He pushed his cock all the way into me and I lifted my ass to pull him into me. Somehow we managed to keep him from cumming in my cunt. Over and over, from every position we could think of, we brought his cock to the edge and then he pumped his load all over me. He came on my tits, and on my face and in my asshole.

It was almost one when we finally collapsed and fell asleep. I woke early the next morning, lying on Daddy, with his cock still in my cunt. I squeezed with my pussy without moving anything else. His cock hardened in me before he even came fully awake. And then I started moving slowly up and down on him. When I sensed that he was about to cum, I moved quickly down and pulled that beautiful hard-on into my mouth and sucked him dry.

"Get up, Daddy. It's time to go home.

"You're right, Cindy. But it's been a wonderful vacation, hasn't it?"

We kissed and shared the shower one last time before we climbed into the SUV for the last few hours of our trip.

Part 4 -- David

It was their last night out. They'd called to let us know they'd be home tomorrow. We knew it might be a long time before we had another night to ourselves. Without anything being said we came to the same conclusion. One last great hurrah. A royal fuck-fest. A full night of screwing and eating each other's brains out. We decided on dinner at a local steak house, but when we went upstairs to change we found ourselves too horney to get dressed. It was only a few minutes before I had my tongue in Mom's cunt.

"Oh, yes, David! That is so good! Yes, Baby, eat Mommy's pussy! Yes!"

Moments later, my face covered with Mom's cum, I shoved my cock into her mouth. It took her only a few minutes to suck me dry. And then she pushed me onto the bed and climbed on, shoving her pussy down onto my hard-on and riding hard. She came again in record time.

"I think, Mom, that we need to shower before we go out to dinner."

We shared a leisurely shower, dressed and went to the steak house. After a good dinner we stopped at a quiet tavern for one drink before heading home. We got back shortly after nine and went straight upstairs. I undressed Mom slowly and then began teasing her with my tongue, starting with a really hot kiss and then moving slowly down to those amazing tits. I teased and sucked on her nipples for several minutes each and then trailed my tongue across her stomach to her cunt. 

"Wait, David, please. I want to undress you before you eat me."

"Okay, Mom. But hurry! I really want to shove my tongue into your pussy, to eat your cunt and suck on your clit until you cum in my mouth."

She took her time about undressing me, teasing me as she undid buttons slowly and took almost a full minute to pull my zipper down. Pulling my slacks off she rubbed my hard-on through my boxers and then pushed them to the floor and sucked my cock into her mouth. I let her eat me for a few minutes before I pulled her to her feet and pushed her gently towards the bed.

"I told you, Mom, I want to eat your pussy! Lie down!"

She didn't argue. Moments later I had my tongue in Mom's cunt as I rubbed her nipples with my finger tips. I pulled her as close to orgasm as I could before I backed away and offered her my cock again.

"No, David! Don't stop! I need to cum! Please!"

I slid my cock slowly into her pussy and began rocking back and forth.

"Is this what you want, Mom? Do you want your son's cock in your cunt?"

"Oh, god, yes, David! Fuck Mommy! Fuck me! Yes, David, make me cum!" She hit her climax so hard I almost came in her pussy. I pulled out just seconds before I blew my cum all over her stomach.

"Roll over, Mom! I need to cum in your asshole! Quick!"

Seconds later I was pushing my cock into her ass and then I blew another full load. It was after midnight before we collapsed, exhausted, on her bed and fell asleep. 

I woke up late the next morning with my cock still buried in Mom's asshole and my hand holding her tit. I moved just a bit and my cock went full hard in a matter of a few seconds. Mom woke just as I started to cum and within a few minutes was cumming, too.




The Family Vacation



"I think we better shower, son. Your dad and sister will be home soon."

Part 5 -- Cindy and David

"Ok, Sis! Spill it. I know damn well the stuff we heard at the dinner table was the sanitized version. There was a whole lot of something you weren't talking about. Air Force Academy and Pikes Peak. Painted Desert and the Grand Canyon. What didn't you tell us?"

They were sitting on his bed late Saturday evening. David was wearing the loose boxers he told everyone he slept in and Cindy had changed into a pair of flannel pajamas. They both knew that neither one of them would have anything on when they slipped into their beds.

"Oh my god, David! You will never believe the real story! I'm not sure I believe it! The first couple of days we just drove and talked and slept. But then Monday night after Daddy thought I was asleep, he started to masturbate. Only I wasn't asleep! So I got off the bed and knelt on the floor by his bed and pushed his hand away and finished him with my hand! It was so hot! He must have squirted cum almost to the ceiling! And then I told him to go to sleep. He started to object, but I insisted. After he fell asleep I went into the bathroom and finger fucked myself. It was so hot!"

"No shit! Monday night? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Why?"

"Because Monday night after I thought Mom had gone to sleep I had to piss. On my way back to my room I heard Mom and it sounded like she was hurting or something. I pushed open her door and there she was, lying naked on the bed with a big vibrator sticking out of her cunt! I couldn't believe how hot she looked! I went into the room and took hold of the vibrator and started working it in and out of her pussy until she came. God, she has really hard climaxes! Then I told her to go to sleep and I went to my room and jerked off until I came!! That was the same night you did Dad!"

"Oh, my god, David! That is so hot!" She slid her hand down the front of her pajama bottom and started rubbing her cunt.

"Take those off, Sis. Let me do that for you!" His cock was pushing the front of his boxers into a huge tent. 

Cindy pushed her pajama bottoms to the floor and David began rubbing her cunt as they talked.

"I teased Daddy every night, working him off with my hand for a couple of nights, letting him watch me finger fuck myself and then I sucked his cock, I think it was Thursday night. God, David that feels good!"

She pushed his boxers down and wrapped her hand around his hard-on.

"Shit, yes. Sis! Wait, did you say Thursday? I think that was the first night I ate Mom's pussy! God, that feels so good!"

An hour later they had come to the conclusion that they had both followed the same time schedule. Cindy had let her dad eat her pussy the same night David had allowed his mom to suck his cock. David had finally pushed his cock into his mom's cunt at almost the same time on the same night as Cindy had slid her pussy onto her dad's hard-on the first time. And then they realized that their hands were not going to be nearly enough. Cindy spread her legs and David slowly pushed his cock deep into his sister's pussy.

"Yes, David, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Oh, yes! God, Cindy, your pussy feels so good! I think I want to fuck you all night, every night!"

"What about Mom? Don't you want to fuck her?"

"Uh-huh! I want you both. I want to pull my cock out of your pussy and shove it in Mom's ass to cum. And then I want to pull it out of Mom's pussy and shove it in your ass to cum!" He kept rocking slowly, deep in her pussy.

"Be careful, David. Don't cum in me. I can't get pregnant."

He pulled it out of her just seconds before he shot his wad onto her stomach.

"David. Do you think we can, you know, get Mom and Dad to do it with us? I think it would be a real turn on to watch you fuck Mom while Daddy is fucking me."

"You know what would be really hot, sis? Watching you eat Mom's cunt while she's sucking me and Dad's eating you!"

"Do you really think Mom would let me eat her cunt?"

An hour later as David slowly moved his cock in and out of Cindy's pussy again they came up with a plan. 

Part 6 -- The Family

"Come in here, Mom. I have a surprise for you"

"Ok, David. But why in Cindy's room?"

"Keep your eyes closed until I tell you."

"Ok."

"Alright, Mom. Now you can look."

She opened her eyes to see her husband eating her daughter's pussy. They were both nude and Cindy was looking right at her.

"Come on in, Mom! I want you and David to join the party! Don't quit, Daddy! You know how much I like your tongue in my cunt."

By now David was unbuttoning his mother's blouse.

"Frank! Cindy! David!"

"It's alright, Mom. Cindy knows I was fucking you. Dad's been fucking her, too. Tonight we're all going to .."

"David!"

"Oh, my god, Carol! I want to watch our children eat your cunt and fuck you. I want to fuck you while you eat Cindy's pussy!"

"Frank!"

A short while later Cindy and David got their wish. David, kneeling by his mother's head, was cumming in her mouth while Cindy ate her pussy. Frank was slowly rocking his cock in and out of Cindy's pussy from behind her. They all came at once.

"Oh, my god, that was so hot! David was right, Mom! You have got an incredible cunt! It was so hot having you cum in my mouth while Daddy came in my pussy!"

"Yes, it was great, Cindy! I would never have imagined how it would be to have David's cock in my mouth while you were eating my pussy! And watching your dad fuck you at the same time! That was so hot!"

"You know what I want, Mom?"

"What, David?"

"I want to fuck you while you eat Cindy's cunt."

"Only if I get to suck Daddy's cock while Mom's eating me!"

"I think we should plan a family vacation for next summer."



The Family Vacation



 21 year old niece longs to seduce her married Uncle.

It's a hot and humid, summer morning here on the east coast. I am just waking up from a good night's rest and remembering that I am supposed to be headed to The Hamptons this weekend with my dad's family. My grandparents have a huge estate in Southampton, where we usually go to but this time it was only going to be myself, my dad and his girlfriend, and my uncle with his two daughters. My aunt is away on business in San Francisco. She is a privacy lawyer for this huge firm, and travels quite frequently. 

I was particularly dreading this "family bonding time" as my dad called it but I really knew it was because he wanted to nail his attractive 35-year-old busty blonde of a girlfriend. I live here in the Washington D.C. area, and so does most of my dad's family so we all had to be at Reagan International in 3 hours. I was starting to have travel anxiety as I usually do, but realized that the flight is going to be initially only an hour long so I knew that it was not going to be too bad. I quickly hopped out of bed, put on a black t-shirt, matching red lace thong and bra, tight skinny jeans and sandals immediately grabbed my luggage and called a cab to take me to the airport.

Its now 10 am and I am standing here at the JetBlue line giving my luggage to the attendant and receiving my boarding pass for the flight. We're taking off in an hour, and I needed to find the rest of the family before its too late. I finally reached the gate, and noticed that only my uncle was there with his kids, and wondered to myself where my dad was. Now here is a deep dark secret of mine that I never told anyone about I have always had a huge crush on my Uncle, Ken. 

This huge crush, started when I was about 10 years old when my aunt and uncle let me stay at their place for a week during the summer since both of my parents were away on business and since both of them specialize in corporate business, they get to travel often than they would like. My cousins, Dawn and Ida were also staying with them as well. I was almost certain that my cousin Ida and my uncle were screwing each other because they often spent almost too much time together. She would often say that she would want to go see the new speedboat that he had purchased for the lake house or the latest and new gadgets that he would buy for her.

I was certainly jealous, because since my aunt is Iranian like me she was always attracted to white American men just like myself. Now, I saw where I got it from and clearly Ken knew that he is attractive and I was always certain that he was/is cheating on my aunt, Margaret. Ken stands at 5'10 broad shoulders, nice toned body and lean muscular legs, mostly pepper than salt colored hair and blue eyes. I knew my aunt scored the home run when she married him because it most definitely must have been for his devilish good looks.

Now my crush has turned into more of a lustful, and extreme longing for him. He's much older now but to me 42 is not old at all. He actually looks more like 35 or 36, since he takes care of himself so well. He's a top real estate agent for a big company and makes a six-figure income alongside my aunt, Margaret. 

Waking up from my daydream, my uncle smiled at me warmly and said "Hey Erin! Come take a seat with us, your dad and Kimberly just went to grab something to eat and should be back shortly." He said, invitingly "Thanks, Uncle Ken." I said nervously. My red lace thong was starting to get slightly wet, and I could feel my pussy throbbing each time I crossed and uncrossed my legs.

I was staring over at Ken, and admiring the excellent bond that he shared between his daughters and I was slightly envious since my own dad never showed me that much affection. Ken is wearing a light blue cotton t-shirt, black Nike shorts and black Nike running shoes. He is also donning his tag heuer watch, and Washington national's baseball cap. Moment's later; my father arrives with his new girlfriend Kimberly. 

She's a 5'9 beach blonde, super model type body, long lean tanned legs and complexion. She has piercing green eyes, and a dazzling white smile and not to mention her huge 40D fake tits. Sometimes, I wondered what she saw in my dad I mean he's attractive and all but no way as good-looking as she was. I solely think she's after his wealth, but it's only a rumor within our family. 

We finally began to head towards the line to be boarded for our flight to JFK. My dad had purchased the seats very awkwardly since, I was supposed to be sitting beside him but he had switched my seat with Ken's so that now I was sitting with Ken. I was not complaining of course, since it was refreshing to talk to him throughout the course of the short flight but it was also extremely difficult to ignore the fact that my thong is practically soiled with my cunt juices since I am having lewd thoughts about joining the mile high club with Ken. 

Each and every time he made eye contact with me, I was dying to have his huge cock lodged perfectly in between my freshly shaven cunt lips and how nice it would be to have him throat fuck me with his married manhood. We finally took off, and we were en route to JFK it must have been around 10:30 or so, and the captain told us that we were going to arrive in New York City, earlier than expected. Throughout the duration of the short flight, I could see Ken staring at my legs even though they we're covered by my tight denim jeans. Secretly, I knew he wanted to fuck my brains out and the hard on that was poking through his shorts, was all I needed. 

I thought to myself that the second we land safely and get to my grandparent's estate, I needed to relieve myself immediately. I quickly remembered that I packed my GiGi 2 light blue vibrator, which is my favorite one that I use in times like this and I was already eager to have it inside of me. My Uncle Ken was completely infatuated with his book, but I saw from time to time that he was discreetly looking at my fit and toned body with those beautiful blue eyes of his and I even saw him checking out my ass when I bent over to grab my laptop. 

We are now about to ascend into JFK, and I am immensely thrilled since it meant that I was going to fucking my aching and needy cunt very soon. I could only imagine how skillful of a tongue Ken has because I needed it to be all over and inside of my pussy. My family and I are now leaving the plane, and heading to the carousel to pick up our luggage and wait for the Taxi to take us to Southampton. It is about a 3-hour drive, and the space is limited inside the enclosed area of the taxi. 

Since we are a large party, we agreed on taking two taxis to get their residence. I was in one with my Uncle and his kids, and my dad and his girlfriend are in the other. I could practically smell my pheromones through my tight jeans, each and every time I fiddled into the seat and tried to mask the smell of my sex. It was incredibly arousing, and I am certain that Ken could smell me as well. 

He was staring at me, hard and I could tell that he wanted to ravish me right there. 

The taxi pulled into my Grandparents 6-acre estate. I had missed this place, since we didn't come here too often but it was always nice to visit them every now and then. The weather is absolutely beautiful, and unlike D.C. weather it was not humid or muggy at all it was about 70 degrees with mild humidity and bountiful sunshine. I greeted my grandparents at the door, as Ken, my dad, and Kimberly began to head inside. 

I walked through the beautiful French country styled mansion, and began to make my way into the spacious living room area where my dad and Kimberly were already making themselves at home. I signaled my dad to keep it in his pants for just a few minutes, until I was out of plain sight and as far away as possible from the two fornicators. My grandparents offered me some water and a small snack, in which I quickly finished since I have some unfinished business to attend to upstairs. 

Kimberly quickly ran to me, since I had to show her where her and my dad were going to be sleeping, and well because she was new to place and didn't where it was. I walked upstairs with her, and showed her the room and she quickly giggled with excitement. Perhaps she had never seen a room this luxurious or elegantly designed. Kimberly hugged me and I was super uncomfortable as I told her that I really need to get some "rest" since I was groggy from earlier.

Needless to say she believed me, and I quickly hopped downstairs to grab my suitcase and proceeded to head upstairs. The little kids had their own room, and Ken had his own as well. As I was heading to my room, Ken had left his door slightly open and I could see him undressing until he was only his black Calvin Klein briefs. I was in absolute shock, since I had never seen him almost completely naked before. 

I quickly hurried to my room, closed the door ever so gently and began to open my suitcase to find my favorite GiGi 2 vibe. I undressed, and nearly ripped off all my clothes began to climb into bed and made sure that my door was locked. Relieved, and much to my luck there was a huge fan that was in the room so I decided to turn it on to the highest setting in order for my relatives to not hear my moans. 

The sun was streaming into the room, and cascading beautifully over my naked tanned body. I usually loved to tan absolutely naked back home, but I knew that wouldn't be a possibility since it was going to be a full house for the next 5 days. I grabbed my light blue vibrator in my left hand and began to gently grind it against my pussy. The vibrations were sending waves of pleasure throughout my entire body and I felt myself approaching orgasm faster than usual. 

This time I wanted to hold off, and really focus on my special spot to make sure I increase the speed accordingly as I was imagining Ken slowly licking and sucking on my freshly shaven cunt lips, and tongue fucking me skillfully to an orgasm. I love to be pleasured orally as much as I love to be fucked, but sometimes I just love to have my pussy eaten out for hours on end. I turned up the speed of my vibrator, to medium and began to dart it in and out of my soaking wet pussy and it felt so great to finally get it inside of me after almost half a day of being immensely teased by my uncle. My orgasm was beginning to stir up inside of me, each time I thrusted the vibe into me.

Good thing the fan was on the maximum setting, because my body was covered in perspiration and in a few moments it will be covered in sex juices as well. I began to grip hard onto the bed sheets as I screamed semi-loudly and collapsed into an explosive orgasm on the now drenched bed sheets. My breathing was heavy as I wiped away the sweat, and I am filled with immense satisfaction. Well, to be honest I would be utterly satisfied if Ken was sitting across the room watching me pleasure myself for him. 

I got up and decided to put on some cotton gray shorts, a bandeau, and my black tank top. Unlocking my bedroom door, I quickly remembered that I forgot to put on my thong so I went back and picked out a baby doll pink lace thong and slipped it on. Then a devious idea overcame me, when I decided to grab my soiled red lace thong and wanted to "accidentally" place it in Ken's bathroom. Each of the rooms, have their own bathroom in them so there was no way it could be discovered by anyone else. 

Much to my luck, Ken was gone from his bedroom as I heard his sexy laugh from downstairs. Not wanting to get caught by anyone, I quickly scurried into his bedroom and immediately could smell his sex as it permeated the entire room. Opening the door of his bathroom, he had already placed out most of his toiletries so I thought what better than to place my soiled panties on the sink for him to discover, then he will come into my room asking me if they are mine. I screamed internally "Brilliant!" and I knew that I am going to seduce him, no matter what it takes.

As I hurried out of the bathroom, I absolutely made sure that I left everything like the way it was, well everything besides my lace thong. My stomach filled with butterflies, as I was a huge mix of emotions as to how Ken would react when he sees the slinky piece of fabric. Will he completely lose his shit, or will he fall into my trap? Making my way downstairs, I noticed Ken's eyes widening, since I am in slightly revealing clothing and because it's scorching hot upstairs.

I smiled almost devilishly back at him, since I was purposely teasing him with my scandalous outfit choice. 

I sat down right next to him, and I felt his eyes hovering over my body from the corner of my eyes as I tried to join in on the irrelevant conversation my Dad and Kimberly were having. Apparently, there is a huge cocktail party that is going to happen tonight at the Miller's residence a few houses down from here and well since it is going to be an "adult" environment my Father told me to stay behind and since I couldn't be alone, Ken immediately offered to stay behind to keep me company. 

Ken's children were going to be staying at a sitter's for the evening so it meant that he and I were going to be uninterrupted and all alone until almost about 2 in the morning. Jumping for joy internally, I thought about all the places in the house that Ken and I could have marathon sex in that is of course, after he discovers my panties on the bathroom sink. Much to my luck, Ken did not go into his bathroom just yet. 

It is now 6:00 and my relatives are getting ready to head over to the Miller's residence for the cocktail party. The sitter is due to be here any minute now to pick up my cousins, and Ken and I are sitting across from one another on the barstools in the kitchen. He is staring at me with a wicked gaze, and it is making me soaking wet with delight. A few seconds later, my entire family came downstairs, dressed like they were going to an Oscar party. 

My jaw dropped in unison with Ken's as we stared down each and every one of them in awe. It had looked like all of stepped out a magazine, since they looked so stunning. Even my dad, cleaned up pretty well but I think Kimberly made him look the way he did. I got up from the barstool, and kissed each of them goodbye as they proceeded to head towards the door. 

The second the front door closed, Ken made his way upstairs and I began to pretend like I was "busy". I had a feeling that he was definitely going to head into his bathroom and see what I left there for him, and I can practically feel my pussy throbbing through my shorts. Ever so gently I began caressing it once again, through the thin fabric feeling the delicate lace material on my fingers. Wondering what he was up to, he quickly caught me off guard by walking right into the living room area and saw my legs gently parted aside. 

Honestly, I did not even hear him come down the stairs since his footsteps are so silent. He looked at me, wide eyed and fully focused on what my fingers are doing. I noticed his cock starting to twitch slightly in his gym shorts as I smirked wickedly back at him, and began to peel off my cotton shorts very slowly, teasing him to the brink. If he thought he could tease me the way he did on the plane, then he hasn't seen anything yet.

"Do you like what you see, Uncle Ken?" I bit my lip, almost instinctively as I stared deep into his lustful green eyes that made me dripping wet with ecstasy. His wicked grin intensified as Ken slowly approached me, and scooped up my body in his deliciously strong arms and carried me over to the kitchen island. He propped me up against it, and began to part my legs ever so gently and hovered his hot breath over my inner thighs. I cooed with lust, wanting every part of him to be ravishing me in the darkest, most twisted way possible. 

Ken slowly began to peel off my baby doll pink thong with his teeth, and I saw him reach back and noticed that he had my slinky red lace thong in his left hand. He placed it up to his nose and deeply inhaled my musky sex juices. I was at a loss for words, because I thought he would toss it in my face, for being such a naughty niece. Instead I was even more incredibly aroused, that I could feel my wetness trickling down my inner thighs. 

He grinned at me with a sensual, wicked desire and his eyes were pools of lust and hunger for my body. Stripped almost completely naked, he laid me back on the ice cold marble countertop as he began to spread open my silky freshly shaven cunt lips apart with his slightly thick index and middle fingers and licked me ever so imperceptibly from my super tight asshole, all the way up to my drenched pussy. In addition to his immense teasing, I started to grip onto his hair gently as he slowly started to tongue fuck my dripping wet pussy. 

I softly whimpered as he somehow managed to skillfully remove my bandeau and tank top all while still tongue fucking me, but Ken began to pick up the speed each and every time I gripped on his hair driving his tongue further and further into my cunt. I dug my nails into his back, and groaned in pleasure as he plunged his tongue deeper and harder into me. I can feel myself on the brink of my second orgasm today.

Ken then stuck two fingers deep inside of my cunt, while his experienced tongue was darting in and out of me. My orgasm began to engulf my body, as I began to violently shake and quiver uncontrollably. I screamed out "Kennnnnn... I'mmmm cummmminngggggg oh fuckkkkkk, I'm cummminnngggggg" as I spewed my hot sex juice all of his mouth. He lapped up my juices, as my pussy ached with sensitivity. 

He picked me up and my legs felt like Jell-O. I seriously thought I was going to faint, but I had to keep calm since this was finally happening because I am going to finally fuck my Uncle. Ken carried me into "their" bedroom, and threw me onto it like a ragdoll. He tore off his clothes, and within seconds jumped into bed with me. 

Ken pinned my arms down, and reached over to grab his silk blue necktie and began to blindfold me with it. I felt completely subdued as he has me spread wide open for him with my glistening pink snatch waiting to be fucked viciously by his married meat. Being that Ken is an older man, he wanted to fuck me raw and since I'm on "the pill" he can shoot his married seed deep in my cunt. He leaned forward and began to slide his pulsating shaft alongside and in between my wide open freshly shaven cunt lips, allowing the glistening head of his cock to rub against my hardened clit.

He began to masturbate me with his rock hard shaft, pressing down firmly on hard button. I groaned with ecstasy and gripped onto the bed sheets hard, until after finally teasing me to the brink of insanity and with one hard, powerful thrust he sank his pulsating manhood balls deep into my cunt. I squealed with pleasure, as Ken started to screw my brains out with his delicious cock. He grunted hard, as he slapped my ass sending waves of pleasure undeviatingly to drenched pussy. 

I looked up and noticed that there are 4 large mirrored tiles, facing directly above the bed. Ken had purposely picked this room, in which he could not only see his stunning reflection in the mirror when he was pleasuring himself but also if he was fucking another woman they could see themselves in it too. He roared "Look at yourself, look at your reflection in the mirror you fucking slut, show me how much of a naughty niece you are wanting to fuck me." Just hearing him say those words to me, filled my body with euphoria and desire. 

Ken pounded my cunt harder and faster, and groped my tits from behind. He bent down and began circling my drenched snatch rapidly, until finally I began to quickly spasm on his cock. He gyrated his hips faster and deeper and began to shoot thick jets of hot creamy spunk deep into the tight confines of my aching pussy. We both came down from our euphoric and explosive orgasm, and Ken untied my hands and grasped my hair hard, kissed me passionately and quickly disappeared into the bathroom to rinse off. 




The Family Vacation



I inhaled deeply, and blinked my eyes over and over trying to figure out if this was a dream or a reality but it actually happened. I had finally seduced my uncle that I had been longing for, but what had not crossed my mind that he actually wanted me even more than I did in the most wicked, incestual way possible. A devilish smirk came across my face, and I thought to myself that this might be the best affair that I have ever had.



The Girl Next Door



I'm 45, semi-retired and live in a modest home situated in a typical upstate NY suburban neighborhood. I tend to be attracted to the younger ladies, but never in a million years did I ever expect would happen what I'm about to share.

As in the past couple of summers, my immediate neighbor's smokin' hot little 19 year old daughter Delilah has come home from college for the summer. God damn, this chick can rock the fuckin' foundation of a volcano...she's gorgeous, statuesque, lithe, and friendly as all get out. As she continues to mature, she's developing into a real stunner and has this hot Kendall Jenner but-a-little-older type of look going on, with a body to match...and pulls it off VERY well, especially with the ample chances to see her parading around in skimpy bikinis and slowly pulling herself out of the pool, dripping wet, with the soaked and thin fabric of these barely-there bikinis clinging to whatever it can, often blatantly outlining her very erect nipples and the sexy mound of her hairy but well-manicured pussy. 

Ever since I found out her cute little ass was parked at home for the long and lazy, hazy days of summer, I've taken to sitting in my three-season room with binoculars to hone my voyeuristic tendencies by leering at her whenever she's out in the backyard frolicking in the pool with her gaggle of sexy girlfriends or sunbathing her smooth bronzed skin lazily alone with a book. 

I've also developed the habit of tugging out a sweet load of hot cum whenever I'm "spying" on her, wishing it were her hand and mouth instead of my all-too-familiar hand. I'm pretty sure she heard me the other day panting and grunting out a big messy one the other day...she looked over right when I was cumming all over my belly and legs but I couldn't stop because I was at that delicious "point of no return"...it felt so good to jerk the scalding hot man-juice through my stiff cock while looking at her great body through powerful binoculars and imagining fucking her balls deep all night long until my rod-stiff dick erupted like a busted pipe. She didn't freak out or bolt into the house but she quickly looked away and put her face back into her book, and I could see a sly little smirk overcome her pouty mouth while her tongue slowly dragged across her lower teeth and lip. She stole a few more quick glances my way when she thought it safe to do so but I was done with "the show" at that point and was totally mortified that she more than likely saw me cumming while furiously pumping my lubed up dick. I was also afraid she may tell her parents what she saw.

But, to my delight, no pissed off neighbor storming over to my house, no across-the-fence accusations, absolutely no cold shoulder at all...in fact, her father came over and invited me to one of their cookouts where everyone seems to have a great time...eating, drinking, swimming, dancing to loud music, a lot of laughing and of course, inebriated brains and bodies, altered attitudes and poor judgment...even the daughter and her cock-teasing but hotter-than-hell BFF's get tipsy and "accidentally" brush their long fingers over some of the men's crotches as they pass by...weaker men have fled crying after some of their parties!

Fast forward to me hanging out at one end of the pool deck after a huge barbeque feast that was served, and sipping on what seemed like my 20th cocktail when Tamara came sashaying over to me in her nylon-thin two piece neon blue and black Brazilian bikini, took the drink out of my hand and put it on the table, looked me square in the eye with her smoky, fuck-me eyes, put her hands on her oh-so-creamy hips while thrusting them outward and whispers to me "Don't think for one minute that I didn't see you coaxing and yanking your stiff cock to orgasm while gawking at me through those fucking binoculars of yours the other day, you dirty bird. I watched the whole sick fucking show and hope you had a good time, Mr. Perverted Pants". 

I was now getting really nervous that she was going to blow the whole thing wide open then and there, in front of the whole party, because she was drunk, silly and mischievous. But instead, with my heart pounding in my chest while beads of sweat started forming on my forehead, she took a deep breath, stood closer to me, toe to toe and face to face, licked the tip of her middle finger and put it firmly on the head of my limp dick that was behind the thin layer of my bathing suit and lowly growled "Next time you pull that sick twisted stunt...make sure you tell me first so I can get some fucking pictures, you jackass jerk off!" "And you're going to let me take those pictures of you cumming all over with that stiff thick cock or else I'm telling Daddy what you did".

She then started giggling and chortling uncontrollably as I turned beet red while people started looking our way because of the ruckus she was creating with the drunken laughter and dancing playfully around me while acting like she was snapping photos of me with the "camera" that was in her hand. There was no camera but that didn't stop this tipsy little tartlet to act like there was. All the while her other girl friends were covering their mouths in mock disbelief, pointing our way and laughing amongst themselves...like it was a pre-arranged, set up joke....and the joke was on me.

She then gave me one more look up and down with a sexy pout and sauntered off with her friends, laughing like they didn't have a care in the world, and I never spoke with her the rest of the night but I saw her constantly looking over my way, lightly smiling while licking her lips and then gazing downward toward my crotch where she placed her wet finger. 

Lord only knows what I've gotten myself into...if I don't comply, then she could throw me under the bus, big-time. If I do let her, then she's got solid proof that she could hold over my head for eternity. I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't. I don't know what to do, I am so confused...part of me gets so turned on by the thought of her capturing on film the height of my pleasure while jerking it to her and my fantasy of her, and part of me is terrified of the potential legal, social, moral and ethical issues that may arise as a result of this stupid situation I backed myself into. 

Ultimately though, my lust and perverse desires will win out and I will provide her with the subject matter she wants...but I'm going to try to work my charms and get her to masturbate for me too, but I won't take any pictures with a camera. Those images will be indelibly etched in the deep recesses of my mind...and I'm going to try to fuck her in the process...or at least have her jerk me off.

It's starting to sound like we both might be winners here!



The Girl Next Door



Janice was the girl next door. I guess I shouldn't really say girl because she was pushing twenty and quite the young lady. I've known her since she was a kid and I have to say she's grown up nicely.

The day that the unfortunate incident occurred was a hot summer day on the weekend. I was home alone and I'd noticed Janice was sunbathing in her backyard. I have to admit she was really something in a bikini and I was practically drooling as I looked at her.

In case you're wondering, no, I wasn't hanging over the fence or climbing a ladder to get a peek. It just so happens I'd been upstairs and had looked out the window and seen her. 

I couldn't stay there all day just drooling over her (actually, I could, now I think of it) so I just sighed, thought of what might have been and went on about my business.

I was in the kitchen having a cup of coffee later when there was a knock on the back door and Janice came waltzing in calling out hullo.

I just lifted my cup of coffee to acknowledge her and said "Janice" in a friendly voice while beating down the surge of lust I felt. Janice hadn't bothered to put on a robe just to drop in and see us, or me, actually, being the only one there, and that bikini fitted her like a second skin. Not that it was a very large second skin. It covered her here and there, if you know what I mean, but that was all it did.

She had come, she informed me, to cadge a couple of eggs off me. She was out and needed some for a cake she had to bake and she just couldn't be bothered going down the street for them.

That wasn't a problem as far as I was concerned and I just waved her towards the fridge, telling her to help herself. Then I sat back and enjoyed the view while Janice bent over and burrowed into the fridge.

She came up out of the fridge clutching three eggs, and the first thing she did when turning away from the fridge was drop one. Flushing and apologising, Janice dumped the other two eggs on the sink, grabbed the sponge and started cleaning up the mess. 

The egg was crushed on one side and while leaking freely was easy to pick up and toss in the rubbish. Janice then started wiping the leakage off the floor. 

Bending over like that emphasised the size and shape of her breasts very nicely. Her bikini covered her while she was standing or lying but when she bent over that way her breasts really seemed to be putting a strain on it.

Janice was quite startled when her top gave way and spilled her bounteous breasts into view. I should point out that this wasn't really due to poor workmanship where the bikini was concerned. I'm sure the bikini would have handled the load very efficiently if I hadn't reached over and pulled on the bow behind her neck.

Janice promptly stood up with a squeal, grabbing for the top to do it up. In retrospect, this was probably a poor choice of moves. Not only did it give me very nice view of her breasts bouncing happily, but it got her arms up out of the road so that I was able to reach out and undo the tie on the side of her bikini bottom. 

All girls should really use either a double bow on their bikinis, or a little stitch to hold the bow in place. I suspect that in future, Janice will see the wisdom of this.

The side of Janice's bikini dropped away, showing a nicely shaven pussy. I do like those nice shapely curves of a well-trimmed pussy, don't you?

Janice now had a choice to make. Drop the top again, showing off her breasts, or continue to try to tie the top while her bikini bottom dangled and displayed her pussy for all to see. Or for me to see, anyway.

Janice opted to cover her pussy, releasing her top and grabbing for the ties to her bikini bottom. 

"What do you think you're playing at, Andy," she snapped at as she twisted to get at her ties.

"It's an old game," I told her, "called strip Jack naked. I've just changed it to strip Janice naked."

While she was pulling on the ties on one side of her bikini bottom, so was I. On the other side. That popped undone as well and when Janice tugged at her ties she found herself standing there with her bikini bottoms dangling from her hand. (And her lovely boobs bouncing lightly as she bounced in irritation.)

Janice was flushed as she glared at me, just standing there on full display, panties in her hand.

"What did you do that for?" she demanded.

"Oh, a couple of reasons," I said. "For a start, I wanted to see what you looked like nude, and I have to say you look exquisite."

I'd been giving her the once over while I said that, and Janice knew it, her blush deepening, but at least she wasn't trying to cover herself with her hands. Probably knew it was too late and I'd seen everything anyway.

"The other reason, you should be able to guess. You're not a virgin, are you?"

"That's none of your business," she flared at me, and then the reason for my asking dawned on her.

You surely don't think I'm going to let you have sex with me?" she gasped.

"Um, actually, I wasn't intending to ask," I pointed out. Standing up, I was undoing the tie to the tracksuit pants I was wearing, while Janice was watching me with eyes getting wider.

"What do you mean by that crack?" she asked. "And don't you dare take your pants off in front of me."

"I mean that I'm standing in my house with a lovely young thing standing naked in front of me. The only reason there could possibly be for that is because she wants me. So I'm going to oblige you. No need to thank me."

By this time my tracksuit pants and underpants had both hit the ground and my erection was on display. While not as lovely as Janice's nudity, it made its own kind of impression.

It certainly made an impression on Janice. She looked at and then determinedly looked away.

"You're not sticking that thing in me," she told me, trying to sound firm but only sounding nervous.

"Of course not," I said. "I more had the intention of either sliding it in gently or lifting you up and letting you sink down onto it. 

I'll tell you what. As you seem a little nervous about it we'll go and lie down on the couch. Or rather, I'll lie down and you can straddle me and settle onto me at your own pace."

Taking Janice by the hand I led her into the lounge room, Janice protesting all the way that she didn't want to do it, thank you very much. Nonsense really, of course she wanted to.

In the lounge room I dropped onto the couch, dragging Janice with me so that she was lying on top of me. She could feel my erection pressing firmly against her tummy.

Pinning her against me with one hand, my other hand ran over her bottom, squeezing it and then moving between her legs to start assaulting her pussy. Janice was squealing and wriggling against me, (and very nice it felt, too) and protesting that she didn't want this and wasn't going to do it.

Formal protests only, of course, and ignored, the way they were meant to be. I was kneading her soft flesh, feeling the heat of her, my fingers edging into her slit and testing the waters, as it were. And the waters were wet and warm.

(For those of you who insist that I was probably raping the poor girl, please note that her legs were apart, giving me free access to her private parts. Of course the woman wanted me.)

After playing with and stirring up her pussy for a while, I put it back onto Janice. I pulled her higher along my body so that my cock slipped between her legs, rearing slightly and pressing against her slit.

"You move," I told her. "Just take your time and settle onto me."

"Do I have to do this?" she demanded. 

I didn't even bother to answer that one, just pressing slightly harder against her slit. It was enough. Janice gulped and pushed herself against me, letting me slide between her lips. Then she slowly sat up, and as she came erect I could feel myself moving deeper and deeper into her. By the time she was sitting upright, I was fully inside her.

For a while I continued to let Janice make the running. She rocked back and forth slowly, apparently savouring the sensations caused by the slow gentle drag of my cock inside her. Then she started rocking more vigorously, my cock withdrawing more and surging back as she moved.

This went on for a while, and we were both enjoying it, dragging our pleasure out. It wasn't enough of course, and we were both soon wanting more. Janice changed her style.

She now lay fully on me, lifting her bottom up until it was nearly off my cock and then rushing back down to engulf me again. Things were getting really interesting then, and they became even more so when my wife walked in.

"You rotten sod," she screamed at me. "What are you doing with that lousy little bitch?"

What a stupid question, I thought. Couldn't she see what we were doing?

"Hey, not my fault," I protested. "Janice came in and just threw herself at me. What could I do?"

The wife started shrieking at Janice who was trying to defend herself. Mary, that's my wife's name, wasn't listening. Next thing I hear a slapping sound and a squeal from Janice.

Mary had laid a very firm spank on Janice's bottom, and decided that she liked the idea. It must have been a bit uncomfortable for Janice. I'd drive up into her, she'd lift her bottom away from me as I drew back, and Mary would promptly spank the bottom as it rose, giving it extra energy for its trip back down.

It was fortunate that we were near the end of our play, or Janice would have been beaten black and blue. As it was she had a nice red bottom when I gave the last upward thrust that sent us both over the edge, and she didn't even notice Mary spanking her after that.

When I relaxed I made Mary quit the spanking, and she just stood around, arms crossed and fuming, until Janice finally gathered her wits together.

As soon as Mary thought Janice was aware enough as to know what was going on, Mary started on her.

"How dare you come in here and seduce my husband," she demanded. I think she was getting set for a big tirade when Janice defended herself.

"Hey, it's not my fault. You were so busy screwing daddy I thought you'd be over at my place for ages yet."

It's at this point that I'd like to draw a curtain over the whole incident. I have nothing more to say.



The Girl Next Door



I had just enjoyed a lovely long soak in the bath, and no sooner had I dried off and slipped into my robe than the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone over so I answered the door to find my neighbours daughter Jamie standing there.

"Hello Jamie, how are you?" I asked the 18 year old as she stood there looking unsettled, holding a bag.

"Hello Mrs Smith, I'm fine thank you," the cute blonde smiled at me, "I came over to surprise my mom on her birthday, but she doesn't seem to be in and I've lost my key."

"Please, call me Pam," I said as I invited the shapely young woman inside, "your mom is on an overnight work trip and she won't be back until tomorrow."

"Oh no," Jamie said, "I just caught the last bus to get here."

"Look, John is away at the moment, why don't you stay here for the night," I suggested to her as we walked through to the kitchen, not being able to stop myself from admiring her figure.

"Really? I wouldn't want to impose on you," Jamie said as I reached for two glasses and some wine.

"Oh no, it's no imposition, honestly," I told her as I poured her a glass, "I'd be glad of the company." Especially company as sexy as you, I thought to myself. 

I knew all about Jamie, the cute but wild chick with blue streaks in her cropped hair, and why she had been kicked out of school - she had been caught naked with another female student in the changing room showers, and even though they were both 18 this had proved too much for the headmaster, and they had both been booted out.

I had known this since it had happened and although it had aroused me at the time I'd thought little about it, but now that I had sampled the delights of young Sophie I found myself having all sorts of thoughts about Jamie. Knowing that she was into girls settled the first question right away, but would she be interested in someone older? Feeling bold I decided to flirt a little with her and see if she was interested in a staid old school teacher like me.

We retired to the living room and I made sure that when I sat down, cross legged, that my robe slid up so that I had plenty of thigh on show, and maybe a bit more if you were to look closely. We chatted about this and that and seemed to be getting on really well, and after a while I realised that Jamie's gaze kept focussing on my legs. Without wanting to get my hopes up too much I shifted position slightly, opening my legs up a little in the hope that Jamie would be able to see more of me.

"So, is your husband away a lot?" she asked me, her gaze flicking between my face and my legs.

"Yeah, quite a bit," I sighed, "for up to a week at a time - it's his business."

"You must get lonely," she sympathised with me, "how do you cope? I couldn't go that long without..."

"Without what, sex?" I smile at her, "well, it has been difficult, but just recently I got some help from an unexpected quarter."

"Really?" she gasped, edging closer to me on the sofa, "who, another man?"

"That's the thing," I answered in a whisper, leaning forward so she could see down my robe, "it wasn't a bloke!"

"No way!" Jamie gasped, staring at me in amazement, "I didn't know you were into that!"

"I wasn't!" I chuckled, "well, I was but I'd never actually done anything...until that night anyway."

"Tell me more!" Jamie insisted as she moved even closer to me so that our knees were touching, "that is, if you want to...I'd love to hear about it."

From the way she sat and the way she fidgeted I could see Jamie was getting excited so I shifted position yet again, certain that could now clearly see my pussy.

"Well, Mark was away so I invited her over for a girlie night," I told Jamie as she leaned in close, "and she seduced me; you'd like her, she's a cute 18 year old blonde...like you."

""Pam, I have a confession to make too," Jamie said, smiling sweetly at me as her hand went to my knee, "I like older women...like you!"

"You do? Would you like to..?" I said quietly, staring into her beautiful green eyes.

"Yes, I would," she replied, reaching across and undoing the belt of my robe, pulling it open to reveal what lay underneath.

"Do you like what you see?" I asked her with a wobble in my voice as this hot young woman ran her gaze up and down my exposed body.

"I do," Jamie moaned softly as she moved right in, her hand sliding up my inner thigh as her face in right in to mine, and I closed my eyes just as her lips made contact with mine. I reached out and pulled her to me as I fell back against the sofa, and I moaned into her mouth as her hand pressed against my pussy. As our tongues wrestled wetly with each other Jamie crooked her middle finger and split my folds, delving inside my pussy.

"I want to fuck you!" Jamie said in a low growl when she finally broke away from my mouth.

"I want to fuck you," I smiled back as I squirmed on her fingers, "I want to eat your hot little cunt!"

"Oh, you shall," she beamed back at me as she stood up, her fingers going to her mouth to taste me before she started to undress. I lay there; legs still spread wide, and watched her as my hand went to my pussy to rub myself. Jamie wore a t-shirt and jeans, and as they came off they revealed some very sexy underwear - a black lace and satin half-cup bra, matching French knickers and black hold-up stockings!

"Wow! Do you always dress up like that?" I asked her as I admired her lean young figure, watching her take off her bra to reveal a pair of full and pert young breasts that made my mouth water.

"Only for my lovers," she purred as she slowly pulled her knickers down, revealing the landing strip on her mound.

"But, you were coming over to see your mom..." I said, still rubbing myself as she came back to me, kneeling on the sofa and bending down to kiss me.

"Yes, I know," she murmured as her lips found mine.

As her tongue entered my mouth and our lips mashed together I felt a confusion of thoughts and emotions, but they all accomplished the same thing - I was very, very aroused, especially at the thought of Jamie and her mother being lovers! I thought I knew my neighbour quite well, but she was evidently something of a dark horse.

"That turns you on doesn't it?" Jamie murmured, "The thought of me and mom fucking?"

"Oh God yes, it's so hot!" I groaned as our hands found each other's slits and rubbed them.

"I only seduced her a few weeks ago, and she's already hooked," Jamie told me as our hands sawed at our juicy pussies, "she can't get enough of my cunt!"

"I want to taste it," I moaned, "give me your cunt."

"You got it!" Jamie chuckled as she straightened up and pushed me back, sliding forward to straddle me.

She pressed her slit down onto my waiting mouth and I burrowed between her pussy lips with my tongue, tasting her and liking it a lot. Jamie groaned happily as I dug further into her slit, stabbing at her hole and sucking up her honey as she writhed gently on my face.

"Ooh Pam, you do like eating pussy don't you?" she sighed happily as she rubbed herself against my face, "I'm going to enjoy creaming all over your pretty face - maybe you'd like my mom to do that too as I watched?"

I groaned deeply into Jamie's cunt as I feasted on it, aroused beyond belief at her suggestion of sharing her mom, of the three of us fucking together. All sorts of filthy and dirty thoughts and images flashed through my head, of the three of us dressed in seductive lingerie doing things to each other, fingers and tongues in various places, Jamie and her mom fucking each other.

"Oh yes, you like that idea don't you?" Jamie purred as she leant back and rubbed my leaking pussy, "you're dripping wet!"

I mumbled into the slippery flesh that filled my mouth, staring up at her body as she leaned back, admiring the view of her mound, flat tummy and her perky tits as she rubbed my juicy slit. No wonder Tina had succumbed to her sexy daughter's advances, I thought, as Jamie's juices filled my mouth, she was so beautiful, and tasted like heaven. 

"Mmm, make me cum Pam!" she groaned as she thrust herself against my face, straightening back up to look down at me, "then we can go up to your bedroom and fuck all night!"

Yes, I want that I thought to myself as I tried to suck all of this sexy woman's juicy snatch into my mouth, I wanted us to fuck all night, and then do it all over again with her mother, my neighbour, when she returned in the morning. My whole body was trembling with excitement and my pussy felt like it was drooling as Jamie held my head, pulling my face into her sex as she creamed into my mouth and smeared herself across my cheeks and nose.

"Eat me Pam!" Jamie wailed as she writhed and bucked about on my face, "oh fuck yes, I'm cumming so hard!"

I did the best I could, given the fact that I could hardly breathe and that she was riding my face with her cunt, which was sopping wet and open as Jamie came all over me. It was so hot to have my face buried in a twitching, quivering, orgasmic pussy, to smell and taste a woman's juices as her convulsing organ fed them to me, smearing my skin and filling my mouth. 

Finally Jamie's climax was over, and she eased herself back, sliding down my body and leaving a trail of wetness across my tits and tummy. She leaned over, a big idiot grin on her face, and kissed me slowly, passionately, gratefully, taking the time to swipe my face with her tongue, broad strokes licking up her spend.

"Pam, thank you, that was so good," Jamie moaned happily as she licked her own juices from my face, "you looked like you were enjoying eating my pussy."

"I was Jamie," I confessed between long, tongue-sucking kisses, "it tasted so good and you get so wet!"

"Well, there's plenty more where that came from," she smiled at me as I felt her hot wet folds press against my thigh, "take me up to your bedroom, there are things I want to do to you!"

We untangled ourselves and I led her upstairs to our bedroom, and for a few moments we embraced, kissing long and hard as we felt each other up. Then Jamie told me that she thought I had beautiful legs and that she wanted me to put some stockings on.

She sat on the edge of my bed and parted her legs as I walked over to my drawers, and as I looked back at her she slid her hand down and started to slowly rub herself - God, what a horny sight that was! I quickly selected my choice from my collection, a pair of sheer white hold up stockings with pretty lace tops, and I returned to Jamie, putting my left foot on the bed next to her as I started to unroll the first stocking.

"I love the way a woman's legs look in stockings," she groaned softly, her fingers moving wetly in her snatch as I finished pulling the first one on, straightening the top and making sure it was wrinkle-free, "makes me want to run my hands up and down them."

"Feel free," I smiled as I swapped legs, quickly slipping the other stocking on my right leg.

Jamie reached out with her other hand and caressed my left leg, moaning softly as she stroked me through the material, making my pulse quicken and my pussy grow even wetter as I struggled to finish putting on the other stocking. Finally I was happy and I stood there in front of her, right foot up on the bed as her hand slid further up my left thigh, crossing over the lace finish to the smooth bare skin above it.

"Pam, you look so beautiful," Jamie sighed happily as her hand moved higher and cupped my pussy, "I want to fuck you all night, and in the morning share you with my mom."

"Oh God, yesss!" I hissed as Jamie's fingers penetrated me, pushing deep into me and curling to find that sweet spot, "you can do whatever you want!"

"I'll hold you to that baby!" she grinned evilly at me, "I can be a kinky cow, and you make me want to be dirty with you."

"I like the sound of that!" I moaned as Jamie stood up, her fingers still buried deep in my pussy, moving in so her face was right in mine.

Her mouth was on mine as her hand went to the back of my head, pulling me in tight to her as I opened up and let her tongue chase mine as her fingers moved inside me. I still had my foot up on the bed and I realised I was humping Jamie's hand as she fingered me, and I was feeling hornier and more aroused than ever before at the thought of being this sexy young woman's plaything.

"Pam, I want to fuck you, cunt to cunt," Jamie growled, her potty mouth turning me on, "lie back on your bed baby."

She seemed reluctant to let me go, but eventually she pulled her slippery fingers out of my drippy slit, smiling at me as she licked them clean. I got onto my bed and lay back, spreading my stockinged legs and feeling very, very horny. Jamie followed me onto our bed, clambering up on top of me such that she was straddling my groin, sitting on my left thigh.

She took a hold of my right leg and pulled it right up in the air, pulling it tight to her as she rotated me, her sex pressing against mine. As she settled down on top of me I could feel her hot wetness pressing against mine, and my stockinged leg rubbing against her stomach and tits - god it was so hot! Then she started to move her hips and I felt her sex rub across and against mine, and she smiled as she saw the look of delight spread across my face.

"Yeah, feels good doesn't it?" Jamie asked as she pressed her hot wet sex down onto mine, grinding herself against me, "I love going cunt to cunt, clit to clit!"

"It feels amazing!" I panted as she humped against me, "I love it!"

I couldn't believe how hot it was to feel Jamie's wet and slippery sex pressing and rubbing against mine, our free-flowing juices mixing together and making everything so wonderfully slippery and slick. There was also the feeling of our nylon-clad legs rubbing against each other, and as I pushed back against Jamie I squeezed my breasts and tugged on my sensitive nipples.

We were both panting and gasping with delight as our pussies seemed to melt into one juicy slippery mass, our clits on fire as they rubbed against each other. My whole body was tingling and my nipples were two white hot points of pleasure as I twisted and pulled on them, and I felt another new sensation as Jamie started to suck on my nylon-covered toes as she worked her hips and humped me.

"Oh fuck, you're so hot!" Jamie growled as she pulled my big toe out of her mouth, "I'm gonna cum all over your hard clit any minute!"

"Do it!" I panted, "I'm close, so close...want to cum with you!"

"Fuck yeah!" Jamie gasped, grinding hard into me, both of us slick and smeared with each other's fanny batter. I was so close to cumming and I could clearly see she was too, that pressure building up inside me as we moved together.

Jamie came first, grunting and gasping as her body quivered and her juices flooded over my sex, and that was enough to push me over the edge too, calling her all sorts of filthy names as my twitching cunt added to the slippery mess between us, twisting my twin peaks in painful pleasure.

It was one of the biggest orgasms I've ever had, my whole body tingling and on fire as the two of us seemed to melt into each other, our groins becoming one convulsing cream-oozing beast. When both of us were finally spent I was left feeling quiet light headed and rather limp, and I barely heard Jamie mutter something about needing to pee as she eased herself off me.

I lay there in that wonderful post-orgasmic haze, sliding a hand down to my quim and scooping up some of the cocktail of cunt juice that covered it, enjoying the taste of it as I licked my fingers clean. I heard Jamie come back in the room and after a few moments she was helping me to sit up, smiling broadly at me.

"Lie down on the towels Pam," she said, indicating where she had layered them on the floor, "I'm going to shower my piss all over you."

I was in a bit of a daze as she guided me down onto the towels, laying me out before standing over me. I was still recovering from that big cum but I was also excited at what she was about to do - I'd never done anything like that before but I wasn't about to stop her.

I looked up at Jamie's red and glistening slit as she smiled down at me, her hands reaching down to pull herself wide open, which was a beautiful sight in itself - I love the sight of a wide open blood-engorged juicy cunt. With a happy sigh Jamie released her bladder and I watched a thick stream of pale gold pour forth and splash down onto my chest.

It felt deliciously dirty to have her stream of hot piss splashing down over me, soaking my tits and tummy and running down my sides into the towels. Jamie swivelled her hips and directed her flow up my body, and as I closed my eyes and opened my mouth she adjusted her aim, travelling up my neck and onto my face.

"You dirty bitch!" Jamie groaned as I willingly let her soak me and fill my mouth with her bitter fluid, bubbling out over my chin and cheeks, "you love it don't you?"

I did, I really did; I felt dirty and used and I shivered with delight as I was drenched in another woman's hot piss, spitting out most of it but still swallowing a little. Yes, it wasn't the greatest taste in the world, but it wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be, and I felt very wicked as Jamie's piss soaked me.

As her flow ebbed I reached up and wiped my face before opening my eyes, looking up at Jamie holding herself open still, piss dripping and dribbling from her cunt down onto me. Grinning broadly at me she bent her knees and squatted down, her intention clear, and I stuck my tongue out as she lowered her wet gash onto my face, letting me lick and drink the last of her pee.

"I knew you'd like that!" she gasped as I licked and sucked her wet and dripping gash, "You're just a filthy slut open to anything aren't you?"

"I keep trying new things and finding I like them," I chuckled as I swallowed the last of her piss.

"I'll remember that!" she laughed, "now, it's your turn - I want to drink your pee!"

She moved down and bent my legs up and apart, and I propped myself up on my elbows to watch her lay down right in front of my pussy. 

"Come on Pam, give me your piss!" she demanded of me as she pulled my pussy wide open, "I'm thirsty!"

With a grunt and a sigh I let go, a strong jet of golden piss squirting forth and catching Jamie on her upper lip, splashing about all over the place. She quickly moved so that I was pissing right into her open mouth, letting most of it gurgle back out and swallowing the rest - it was unbelievably horny to watch! 

"Dirty bitch!" I chuckled as Jamie moved her head about, letting my stream wash all over her face and into her mouth, swallowing more of it down as I urged the last of it out of me, liking how sexy she looked with my pee dripping off her. 

As I finished pissing she dipped in and licked my pussy clean with relish, making me groan happily at her touch. Finished, she slid up my body and we lay there on the wet towels kissing, sharing the taste of my own piss, smearing it from her face to mine as our tongues slid wetly together. I'd never have guessed that the simple act of pissing could be so sexual, so arousing and so wonderfully dirty, and I asked Jamie if she did that with her mom. 

"Actually, it was mom that started that one," she grinned, "quiet by accident as well - she lost control one night as we were eating each other out and started pissing all over my face!"

"And you just yummed it all up!" I moaned as we rubbed our stocking-clad legs together, breasts mashing warmly against each other, "I guess you persuaded her turn-around was fair?"

"She didn't need much persuading - she's a dirty cow just like me!" Jamie smiled, "I clearly get it from her!"

"Oh God Jamie, I can't wait until tomorrow," I groaned as our legs scissored and we rubbed ourselves on each other thigh, "thinking about you and your mom being so naughty and disgusting together makes me so wet!"




The Girl Next Door



"We'll all get wet together tomorrow, I guarantee it!" Jamie purred, "But right now there's just you and me, and I think I have just the thing for us to share." After another long passionate kiss she got up, and as I followed suit and sat on my bed she quickly popped downstairs to retrieve the bag she had come in with.

"This was going to be for mom and me tomorrow," she said, reaching into the bag, "but I don't think she'd mind if we used it now."

She pulled a brand new, still in the wrapper, double ended dildo, a huge thick thing made of purple rubber. I goggled at her as she unwrapped it and showed it to me - it was eighteen inches long with a rounded cock head at each end, nearly as thick as my wrist and textured with thick ridges.

"Let's fuck!" Jamie said, and I let her guide me into position on my bed, such that we were sat opposite each other, legs spread wide and our groins within a few inches of each other.

"Lick it Pam," she told me, offering one end up to my face, "suck it and make it wet!"

I opened wide and let her feed the head in between my lips, smiling as I licked it and took an inch or two into my mouth - it was the largest thing I had ever sucked, and I could see Jamie was enjoying watching me. Then I groaned as I watched her do the same thing, sucking on the other end of the dildo - God that was hot!

With each of us keeping a hand on the shaft of the double header, we both reached down with our other hand and started to finger each other, playing with each other's moistening slits, getting each other ready for the double dong. Both of us were sighing and groaning as we licked and sucked the fake cock and wriggled on our fingers, and I marvelled again at how it was to be another woman.

"Right, I want to see this buried in your cunt!" Jamie panted as she drew her end out of her mouth.

I let her pull it out of my mouth, leaving it shining with its coating of my saliva, and I leaned back on my hands as she lowered the dildo to my wet pussy, using one hand to open me up as she rubbed the fat and slippery head up and down my pussy before pressing it against my opening.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned loudly as Jamie slowly worked it into me, stretching me wide open and grinning madly as she watched my cunt accept the thick sex toy. Inch by inch she worked it into me, my cunt gripping it tightly and making me feel every ridge and bulge of the thick phallus.

"Can you take more?" Jamie asked me after she'd worked a good few inches inside me.

"Yes please!" I groaned, "Fill me up!"

"You got it!" she beamed at me, both of us watching intently as she gradually eased more of the dildo inside me, stretching my insides and making me shudder with pleasure. When Jamie thought I'd got enough inside me, a good seven or eight thick inches, she adjusted herself and pushed the other end of the dildo into her pussy.

I moaned with delight as the dildo moved around inside me as she eased it inside herself, and it was so arousing to watch her pull it into her cunt as it pulled out of mine. I shuffled my bottom a little closer to her, not wanting too much of the double dong to slide out of me, and she looked up at me and gave me such a horny look as she continued to shove the flexible toy up herself.

With our legs interlocked and our groins so very close to each other Jamie was full, and I looked down, entranced by the sight of us being joined by the fat purple dildo, our red and juicy pussies stretched wide around it. There was maybe three inches of the toy visible between us, and as I looked Jamie leant forward, reaching across and pulling me close to her as her other hand grasped the dildo.

"Now we fuck!" she beamed at me as she started to work the dong back and forth, fucking both of us at the same time.

I kept one hand behind me to prop myself up, and I hung onto Jamie with the other, our faces inches from each other as she worked her hand back and forth between us, pulling and pushing the double ender. In between both of us grunting and gasping we kissed, our lips mashing together as our tongues danced together, coming apart to catch our breath as Jamie fucked that dildo back and forth.

"Oh fuck! Jamie, this is amazing!" I gasped as I held onto her, that fat dildo stretching my cunt, "I'm so horny!"

"Pam, you're so fucking hot!" Jamie panted as she hung onto me, her hand moving back and forth between us, "I want to fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you some more!"

"Yes, fuck my brains out you dirty cow!" I shouted as the fat dildo moved quicker and harder, making my pussy wetter and wetter, "fucking use me!"

"Don't worry, I will," she grinned at me as we clung to each other, both of us thrusting our hips as we shared the fake cock, "I'm going to make you cum again and again, and in the morning I'll share you with my mom!"

I pulled her mouth back to mine, neither of us needing to say anything as we humped and thrust together, Jamie thrusting that wonderful double dong back and forth as hard and deep as she could. We were breathing hard through our noses and moaning into each other's wet mouth as our climaxes approached, two twitching and drooling cunts linked by a long fat rubber cock. 

I started to cum first, grunting into my younger lover's mouth as my cunt muscles rippled around the fat phallus filling it and stretching it. I clung on to Jamie as I trembled and bucked about, and it was all too much for her, tipping her over the edge too so that we were cumming together.

Together we grunted and groaned, mouths still locked together as Jamie fucked us both into submission, our cunts now sloppy wet and leaking as the dildo moved in short stabbing thrusts. Our mouths separated and as we panted and gasped, silly grins plastered across our flushed faces, Jamie slowly eased the double ender out of us - that made me shudder and groan as I slid out of my tender and sensitive tunnel - and brought it up to face level.

"Suck it," she told me as she spun it around, presenting the half that had been in her to me, all slick and shiny with her juices. I happily took it between my lips a she did the same with the other end, the two of us licking and sucking the other's love juices from the toy with equal delight and relish.

We were both still very horny and hungry for more cum, so we ended up in a 69, me on the bottom with Jamie's red and oozy cunt there above me. As she buried her face in my equally-sloppy minge I grabbed her beautiful ass cheeks and pulled her down onto my mouth, my nose pressed against her asshole as I fluttered my tongue up inside her cunt.

I was on a high, a sexual high, and I couldn't get enough of this horny woman's hot and juicy gash, and the way she was eating my twitchy cunt out was driving me wild. I was squeezing and pawing her smooth soft buns and I couldn't resist moving my mouth up to her little pink anus, licking it wetly and stabbing at it with the tip of my tongue. I wanted so much to open her ass like her pussy, to pull it wide open and sink my tongue right in there, deep into her back passage, but she was tight so I made do the best I could.

"Oh Pam, eat my ass!" Jamie groaned from between my thighs, "push your tongue up my shithole!"

I was dribbling and drooling as I worked her butt hole, enjoying the brackish taste of her as I worked my stiffened tongue into her as far as I could go, giddy with lust at the thought of what I was doing, yet again tongue-fucking another woman's ass hole and loving it. 

With her mouth sucking on my pussy lips and clit, cleaning up the juices she was drawing from me, she slid a hand between us and started to rub her clit hard and fast, while I carried on exploring her butt hole with my tongue. After another minute or so it started to tire, and reluctantly I pulled back from Jamie's anus; I sank two fingers into her sloppy cunt and used her juices to lubricate her ass as I sank my fingers in it, pushing and twisting them about.

"Fuck my ass Pam!" Jamie wailed in delight, her hand a bur across her clit, "Make me cum!"

Jamie's ass was warm, tight and snug as I moved my fingers around inside her, feeling her muscles clenching as she started to cum. She had pretty much stopped feeding on my pussy but I didn't care, I was having a lot of fun watching her cum. Her hand moved in short sharp thrusts across her clit and slit as it twitched and drooled, and her ass flexed around my deeply-buried fingers - wow, what a sight!

This set the tone for the rest of the night; we fucked like we were possessed, spending the next few hours pleasuring each other with fingers, tongues, and, after exploring the contents of my special drawer, dildos and vibrators. Our pussies seemed to produce endless tides of cream for us to feast on, and our assholes seemed eager to be dilated, stretched and penetrated time and again..

It was much later than usual when I woke up the next morning, and it took me a few moments to realise where I was and what had happened the night before. I was still wearing the white stockings, although they had acquired several stains in the course of the night, and both my pussy and ass felt well-fucked - my ass in particular felt a little sore and I smiled as I remembered just why it felt like that.

The duvet was half off the bed and as I glanced to my right I admired the view of young Jamie laying there on her front, still fast asleep. From the blue streaks in her blonde hair, her angelic face, the curve of her spine, the perfection of her bare ass to the black stockings wrapping her legs she was beautiful, the very picture of perfection. I couldn't resist reaching out and stroking her naked form, making her sigh in her sleep as I gently stroked and fondled her peachy butt cheeks, smiling as I remembered how much time I'd spent nuzzled between them last night, enjoying the delicious flower ticked between them.

I felt my pussy twitch and moisten as I touched her, and I couldn't resist letting my other hand slide down between my legs to gently rub my slit, spreading my lips and my moisture. Then I remembered that Tina was back today and that Jamie wanted the three of us to fuck, and a loud moan escaped my lips.

"Mmm, morning lover," Jamie moaned dreamily from beside me, opening her eyes to see me masturbating as I fondled her ass, "you still horny?"

"Oh Jamie, I even dreamt about it," I smiled at her, "you, me and your mom."

"Oh yes, mom, she'll be home soon!" Jamie moaned, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs so she could play with herself too, "why don't I text her and tell her to come round here and join us?"

"That sounds great, but let me clean up first," I groaned, my hand now slick with my juices as I rubbed myself, "I need to shower and change, and the bed sheets need changing."

"let's share a shower," Jamie suggested, "I love fucking in a shower!"

"Yes, that's what got you expelled wasn't it?" I moaned as we watched each other masturbating, "I wish I'd been there to see that!"

"Well, I can show you what I was doing when we were caught!" she giggled, and I liked the sound of that, so we got up, peeled off our stockings and I led her through to the bathroom. In moments the shower was on and we were underneath it, arm in arm, mouths locked together in a passionate kiss. The sensation of our smooth and slippery bodies sliding together was amazing, our breasts slipping and sliding against each other as hands slid wetly up and down.

Jamie turned me around so that I was pressed up against the wet cold tiles, my nipples stiffening and tingling as they rubbed across the smooth ceramic. 

"This is what I was doing to Sally," Jamie groaned in my ear as her hand slid wetly between my ass cheeks and found my slit, pushing up inside me, "I was fucking her tight little cunt!"

She had two fingers inside me, fucking me hard and deep and making me gasp as I was pressed up against the tiles. Then I felt her thumb at my tight back door and I cried out with pleasure as it penetrated me, thrusting as far as it could up my shit chute and acting as a pivot for Jamie's hand while she finger-fucked me.

"You are going to get so fucked today!" Jamie groaned in my ear as she brutally fucked me, "I hope you're up to it - mom can get worse than me!"

"I'll take all you two can dish out!" I grunted, pushing back against her hand, "just keep me fed with juicy cunt and tangy ass!"

"Oh we will baby, we will!" she grunted as I wriggled and writhed, creaming all over her hand as I came hard, my body contracting around her thrusting digits. My nipples were hard points of pleasure against the wet tiles and her breath was hot on my neck as I hung on to the wall until I had finished climaxing.

"On your knees!" she ordered me, pulling me around and pushing me down so that she could thrust her cunt into my face.

Jamie's hands were in my hair as she pulled me in tight to her pussy, and as I opened her up with my tongue she released her bladder, giggling as she pissed in my mouth and over my face. I coughed and spluttered a bit as I hadn't been expecting it, but I think I recovered well enough and I swallowed some of her pee as I let the rest of it wash over me - where better to receive a golden shower than in the shower?

"Oh Pam, you really dig that don't you?" Jamie beamed down at me as I burrowed into her quim with my tongue, "you're my little piss princess!"

She rewarded me with a few last little spurts of piss which I avidly swallowed as I licked and sucked her wet folds, looking up at her smiling face as she watched me. I felt quiet jealous of Tina having such a sexy and forthright daughter, but I was also honoured to be involved with them, to have a taste of what they had.

So there I knelt, on the floor of my shower, munching on the juicy twat of this horny and sexy woman as I happily drank the last of her piss and pleasured her orally, bringing her closer to her climax as she fed me her pussy juices too. I felt right at home with my face pressed into another woman's groin, my mouth full of succulent juicy pussy as my hands gripped her ass cheeks and fondled them.

"Oooh, yess, Pam!" Jamie sighed dreamily as she ground her pussy against my face, "cummming!"

She was indeed, her pussy now feeding me a flow of a different nature, one far sweeter than her urine. My mouth was sealed around her quivering slit, keeping the water out that flowed down her slim body, my tongue fluttering inside her as I lapped and sucked up her love cream - I was becoming a cunt cream addict!

After we were finished in the shower we dried each other off and returned to my bedroom, where Jamie discovered she had a text message from her mom - she was home!

"Pam, you will hear from me shortly!" she promised as she threw her clothes on, the pair of us dashing downstairs to the front door, "I'll suggest to mom we come back over here!"

A quick but passionate kiss and she was gone, hurrying door to greet her mom. Naked, I hurried back upstairs and stripped the bed, remaking it with fresh sheets and shoving everything else in the laundry basket for later. Jamie had left the double ender behind, so I washed that and the toys of mine that we had used, making a display of them on my dresser.

I perused my collection of lingerie and decided on classic black - seamed stockings, held up by the suspender clips built into a slinky black lace and mesh basque with uplifting quarter cups leaving my sensitive nipples exposed, finished with black 4 inch shoes and a skimpy little black thong pulled up tight between my ass cheeks. As I dressed I wondered what was going on next door - were mother and daughter hard at it, or were they getting ready to call me over?

Just as I was admiring my efforts in the mirror my phone vibrated; it was a message from Jamie, but not just any old message - it was a picture. I gasped as I studied it, for it showed Jamie sat on top of Tina, who was clearly feasting on her daughter's cunt. Tina's legs were spread wide open and she was rubbing her open pussy, and they were clearly in front of a large mirror. 

"We're a little busy right now," Jamie's text said, "but we'll be over in 20 minutes or so."

I couldn't help but slip my hand into my thong as I studied that amazing photograph, zooming in on Tina's shaven snatch, admiring her long pussy lips and the juiciness of her slit. In a little while I was going to get my first taste of that beautiful cunt, and I couldn't wait to compare to the taste of her daughter.

I slipped on a robe and went downstairs, making sure all the curtains were drawn and everything was neat and tidy - after all, there was no guarantee that we'd be fucking in my bedroom, we could end up doing it anywhere, or everywhere!

I pottered about, keeping my hands to myself but feeling my juices soak into my thong as I imagined what was going on next door. Eventually the doorbell rang, not a minute too soon, and I opened it to see Jamie and her mom standing there, both of them wearing loose summery dresses, bags over their shoulders and happy grins on their faces.

"Jamie, Tina, please come in!" I beamed at them, ushering inside and closing the door behind. Jamie watched as Tina moved in close to me, a gleam in her eye and a smile on her face as she casually undid the belt of my robe and let it fall open.

"I hear you've been fucking my daughter," she said in a lusty growl, her hand sliding up my thigh to cup my moist thong-clad mound, "I want to fuck you too!"

"Mmm, darling, you can do whatever you want with me," I sighed happily, "both of you."

Our mouths came together and I felt my neighbour's tongue explore my mouth as she rubbed the palm of her hand against my sex. Jamie moved close to us and stroked both of us as she watched us making out; breathing hard a she got turned on watching the two of us.

"Hey, I wanna fuck!" Jamie moaned when we finally came up for air.

"Me too!" I groaned, "Come on, let's go into the lounge and get comfy."

We trooped into the lounge and stood in the middle of the room, the pair of them watching me as I took off my robe and put it to one side, showing myself off to them. After a second or two of them staring at me they followed suit, slipping their dresses off to reveal what they were wearing underneath.

Jamie was wearing a pair of pale pink stockings, held up by a matching suspender belt that was very frilly, delicate and feminine. Her mom was, like me, all in black - hold up stockings and a black lace teddy with an open crotch and the top pulled down to expose her tits. I could see that Jamie too k after Tina - they were of similar height and build, although Tina carried a few more pounds, and both of them clearly had smoothly shaven slits.

"Oh Pam, you're hot!" Tina said as she came in close once more and kissed me, her daughter moving around behind me to pull my thong down, kissing my butt cheeks wetly, "we should have done this long ago!"

"I know!" I groaned as her daughters tongue probed between my ass cheeks, "if only we'd known."

"Spread you legs Pam," she told me, her hand dropping down to cup my mound, "I want to taste your cunt."

I did as I was told, moving my feet as far apart as I could without losing my balance as she sank to her knees in front of me. Behind me Jamie had pulled my buns far apart and was attacking my anus with her tongue, licking it wetly and driving it as deep as she could go. As I groaned with pleasure I looked down to watch Tina bury her face between my thighs, her strong tongue swiping up the length of my slit before splitting my folds and burrowing between them.

"Oh fuck yes!" I cried out as I felt two strong wet tongues explore my body, made all the more exciting knowing it was a mother and daughter doing it to me. My legs started to wobble a bit as Tina and Jamie worked wonders with their mouths, and a couple of times their tongues slid out of me as they shared a kiss.




The Girl Next Door



After a couple of minutes of this divine treatment Jamie took control and told her mother to lie back on the floor, directing me to get on top of her in a 69. I slid my hands under Tina's bottom and lifted her up as I dropped my face, pulling her cheeks open as I started to lick and suck her hairless quim. She had her tongue wriggling in my slit and we moaned together as we fed on each other's juicy genitals.

Then I felt hands on my rear and Jamie renewed her oral assault on my ass - she now had plenty of room to work her tongue into my tight little opening. I could feel their tongues meeting in between my two holes and I shuddered with lust as I chewed on Tina's succulent pussy lips and sucked up her flowing juices.

I heard muttering, not quite making out what was being said, and then the tongues were replaced by fingers. I moaned into Tina's cunt as two fingers drove deep into my sloppy pussy and then I groaned loudly as two of Jamie's spit-coated fingers pushed determinedly into my ass. It felt like they were touching, somewhere deep inside me, and mother and daughter thrust their fingers in and out, driving me wild with delight.

I tried to carry on eating my neighbour's creamy cunt but it was a struggle, distracted as I was by the two pairs of fingers fucking my holes so hard and deep and stirring up a big cum. I fastened my mouth around Tina's sizeable clit, lashing it with my tongue as I sucked on it, feeling her writhe beneath me and gasp loudly. 

"She's going to pop mom," I heard Jamie groan as she pounded my ass; "I can feel it coming."

"Yeah, keep pumping honey," Tina growled, "make her explode all over my face!"

I kept my face buried in Tina's wetness, using her flesh to muffle my cries as my hole were brutally and mercilessly fingered until I did explode, a big cum burning through me and making my body clutch tightly at the digits that were invading it. Working as a team Jamie buried her fingers in my backside as Tina pulled hers out of my pulsating cunt, and a flood of juices followed them, much to her delight as she buried her face in my gash.

Jamie carried on pumping my tender ass, intent on prolonging my orgasm and forcing more and more juice out of my twitching cunny and onto her moms face. I could hear her telling her mom what a dirty slut she was for burying her face in my drooling twat, her nose pressed against my fuck hole as her lips rubbed across my sensitive clit.

Finally Jamie was satisfied that she fucked all the cum out of me, and I gasped loudly as I felt her fingers slowly slide out of my bum, leaving it feel very empty. I was carefully rolled off Tina, onto my back, and she moved around o she could kiss me, her face smeared all over with my cunt cream. We kissed lustily and I ran my tongue all over her face, licking up the stickiness my pussy had produced.

"Oh Pam, she's corrupted you too hasn't she?" Tina murmured as Jamie sat on her haunches watching us, her hand snaking out to play with her mom's pussy.

"I think I was half-way there, but yes, she has," I groaned, "and I love it!"

"I want to see you eat her cunt," Tina told me in a voice husky with excitement; "I want to watch you open her up and fuck her with your tongue."

So Jamie sat back on the sofa and spread her stockinged legs wide apart, her bottom right on the edge, looking so desirable as she reached down and spread herself wide open in invitation. I got down on all fours before her and moved my face right in there, sticking out my tongue, flattening it and lapping at her wet flesh like a happy dog.

"That's it Pam, eat her sweet little cunt!" Tina groaned as she knelt beside me, moving in close to watch me eat her daughter's pussy, "yeah, you like doing that don't you? You love the taste of my daughter's juicy snatch, sucking up all her cream."

I didn't answer her as my mouth was full of succulent pussy and my tongue was working its way up inside Jamie's cunt hole. Although I hadn't long enjoyed a big cum my pussy was starting to twitch and drool again - I was so turned on, having Tina watch me feast on her dirty daughter's sloppy fuck hole. Jamie was moaning and writhing, her fingers still holding herself open for me, telling me and her mom how good I was at eating her snatch.

"Come in her mouth baby," Tina told Jamie, "I want to see you flood her with your cum!"

"I don't think you'll have to wait long!" Jamie gasped, "I can feel it building up!"

Her open pussy was red and juicy, slimy with her flowing love cream, and I was alternating between sucking it from her fuck hole and lashing her swollen little clit with my tongue, standing proud as it did. I could feel Tina's hand stroking my back and goosing my butt as she knelt in closer, muttering words of dirty encouragement to me as her daughter got closer and closer to orgasm.

"Ooh, fuck, yes, cumming!" Jamie cried out as her cunt muscles started to convulse, her contractions making her opening open and close like a mouth, "fuck me Pam!"

She kept hold of her labia as she wriggled and thrust herself into my face, creamy cum oozing from her as I licked and sucked every inch of her open cunt, from throbbing clit to dribbling cunt hole. Tina was sighing and moaning with delight as she watched me eat her hot daughter, muttering how hot it was and what a dirty cunt-eating slut I was.

When Jamie had finished creaming into my mouth I straightened up and Tina pulled my slippery, cum-smeared face to hers, shoving her tongue deep into my mouth to taste her daughter. She wasn't disappointed as I still had plenty of that thick creamy goo on my tongue, and we traded it back and forth until it was gone.

"Pam, have you ever been fucked with a strap-on?" she muttered as we embraced.

"No, but I've a feeling I'm about to be," I grinned at her as we played with each other's juicy slits.

"As it happens, we brought a few toys with us," Tina grinned at me, "would you like to try it?"

"Yes please!" I responded happily, "fuck me!"

While Jamie stayed on the sofa recovering, watching us with a silly grin on her face, Tina went to her bag and retrieved the strap-on, returning to me and smiling as she showed it to me. it was big, at least nine inches long, black and sculpted very realistically, with a big flared cock head and thick veins running down the shaft, which curved up slightly. My pussy was drooling as I helped Tina put it on, tightening up the many leather straps that secured it to her groin until it was secure and rearing up obscenely from her.

"Lick it Pam," Tina told me, "lick my cock and make it wet."

I dropped to my knees and took a hold of the thick fake cock as I wetly licked it, looking up at Tina as I took that fat head between my lips, lashing it with my tongue and coating it with as much saliva as I could.

"You look so good doing that Pam," Tina smiled at me, stroking my hair as I drooled over 'her' big black cock.

Pretty soon that black fake cock glistened with my spit, and Tina decided it was sufficient, telling me to lie on my back and get ready to be fucked. I hurriedly did so, spreading my legs wide in invitation and waiting for Tina to kneel down and shuffle into position. She took a hold of my legs, behind the knees, and pushed them back as she pressed the shaft of her cock against my wet slit and thrust her hips rubbing it back and forth.

"Oooh, you tease!" I groaned as the hard toy rasped across my clit and made me juice up even more, "fuck me you tart!"

"Tell me how much you want it," she grinned at me as she rubbed the strap-on across my slit.

"I want you to fuck me Tina!" I groaned, "My cunt needs it, needs to feel your big black cock stretching it open and fucking it hard! I want to cum all over it!"

"OK sweetie, I'll fuck you then!" she chuckled, sliding back so that the head of her cock nuzzled against the opening to my cunt, "here it comes!"

She slowly pushed forward and I groaned with delight as the bulbous head stretched my cunt wide open as it slid inside me, my slippery tunnel gripping it tight as Tina slowly pushed inch after thick inch of that fake cock inside me. it felt amazing and I was gasping and groaning as my little cunt stretched to take it all.

"Oh Pam, that looks so good," Tina murmured as the last inch of her cock slid home, her hands still holding my legs wide apart, "it's really opening your pussy up!"

"I feel so full!" I gasped as she started to fuck me with slow, deep thrusts.

"You're going to feel really full in a minute!" Jamie chuckled, having roused herself from the sofa watching her mom fucking me, "we brought another strap on cock!"

I watched her go to Tina's bag as Tina fucked me, and I gasped when I saw what Jamie had retrieved - this strap on cock was smaller than the one stretching the walls of my cunny, and was made of a clear plastic, but it had thick rounded bumps studded all over it. I was moaning and whimpering as Tina continued to plough the walls of my cunt with her big black toy while I watched Jamie put the other one on - was that really going to go up my ass?

"We need to turn over hun," Tina told me as she slowly eased the black cock out of me, letting my legs down as she lay on her back next to me, "climb on top."

She held the slimy black cock upright and I lowered myself down on top of it, gasping as my cunt easily accepted its length and girth. When I was settled down on top of it Tina pulled me forward so I lay across her, our tits pressing together as she kissed me long and hard, thrusting up into me.

"Let's grease you r ass up first," I heard Jamie say, and I cried out loud as she pushed two slippery fingers, covered in some sort of lube, firmly up my ass, "yeah, open you up!"

"You'll love it Pam," Tina purred as she continued to thrust up into me while her daughter fingered my ass, "once you loosen up you'll be begging for it."

She pulled my mouth to hers and stifled my moans with her tongue as her daughter moved her fingers around in my butt, twisting, turning and pumping them in an effort to loosen my ring. I was in no position to say it, but I was actually enjoying it, even though it stung a little bit - it felt wonderfully dirty to have Jamie rooting around in my ass like that.

"OK mom, she's ready!" I head Jamie say, and I groaned as her slippery fingers were pulled out of me. Tina pulled me firmly down on to 'her' cock, impaling me and holding me in place as I felt Jamie get into position behind me. I felt the cold and hard tip of her toy press against my greased asshole and I groaned deeply into Tina's mouth as it started to penetrate me.

"Oh yes!" I heard Jamie hiss happily as she slowly but steadily bored into me, dilating my anus and pushing the first inch or so into me.

Then the first of those bumps forced they way through my ring and I squealed with surprise - at both the extra expansion of my asshole and back passage, and the fact that I liked it, the sensation of feeling those smooth lumps slide into my tight anal canal.

"Mmm, you like that don't you?" Tina smiled at me when our mouths parted and I gasped for air, "You like having both your slutty holes fucked at once!"

"Oh God yes!" I hissed as more of Jamie's phallus sunk into my backside, feeling those bumps rub my insides, "it's fantastic!"

They both started to move their hips, Tina thrusting up into my quivering cunt as Jamie held onto my hips and slowly ploughed my ass, her studded pole sending waves of prickly pleasure radiating out from my rear. My cunny was awash with juices and I was panting hard, my whole groin on fire with exquisite pleasure as my holes were stretched, stroked and fucked. 

"Fuck, I'm ccumming!" I gasped as I realised it only a minute or two later, "Oh God, Tina, I'm cumming!"

"Cum on our cocks Pam," Tina grunted as she rammed her cock into me hard and fast, "feel us fucking the cum out of you!"

I stared into her eyes as I started to cum, both my holes on fire as my muscles contracted and gripped their invaders. I was shaking and trembling and I felt quite light-headed as my sloppy pussy flooded the thick black cock with cream and my stinging ass gripped Jamie's studded penetrator a she forced it into me.

There was no let-up in the assault on my quivering body as my cries and wails filled the room, mother and daughter seemingly determined to keep my climax going as long as they could. Tina was humping up into my sloppy, cum-drenched pussy as I buried my face in her neck, and her daughter was holding me firmly as she took great delight in fucking my backside.

I don't know how long it lasted to be honest, it could have been hours but was probably only a minute or two, but after almost non-stop orgasms the two of them relented. As I lay slumped on top of Tina, my pussy full of black fuck toy, Jamie slowly pulled hers out of my ass, each little blob pulling plop, plop out of my ring. I whimpered as I felt my ass suddenly feel empty and gaping wide open, the absence of pressure almost as sweet as the feel of it being full.

"God Pam, your ass looks so beautiful like that," I heard her say, then I felt her tongue licking inside my open ass hole, making me moan at her touch on my tender opening. Tina pulled my face to hers and we shared a long and tender kiss as I got my breath back, still firmly impaled on her strap-on as little shivers coursed through my pussy, aftershocks of such a prolonged climax.

"Thank you Tina," I muttered, "that was amazing!"

"I haven't tried it myself," she confessed to me as I gently eased myself up off that slippery dildo, "but I think that might change today."

"I would be more than happy to help," I told her as I climbed off her and sat down beside her, getting used to feeling my cunt so open and empty, "I think you'd enjoy it, and we've got all day...and night!"

"When is John back then?" she asked me as she started to undo the straps holding the fake cock to her.

"Not for another couple of days yet," I replied as Jamie joined us on the floor, her cock still rearing up from her loins and shining with the lube that still covered it, "we could just stay in and fuck like rabbits!"

"I like the sound of that!" Jamie chuckled as she idly stroked 'her' cock, smearing its slimy coating about, "good job we brought our toys with us!"

A shiver of excitement passed through me as the three of us sat on the floor in the middle of my lounge, dressed in our sexy lingerie; the prospect of spending the next day or so doing nothing but having dirty lezzy sex with my neighbour and her daughter was so hot - it was going to be dirty, messy fun!

"There is one thing I'd like to do first," Tina said as she reached down and gently stroked my pussy, "I want to see what your pussy looks like bald."

"Ooh, OK, I'm up for that," I said, "I've never shaved it all off before."

"I'm sure it will look so pretty," she smiled at me as she softly stroked my sensitive sex, "and you'll like how it feels."

Jamie had slipped her harness off and they both gave me a hand getting up, as I was still a little wobbly on my feet and my ass felt a bit tender. I led the pair of them up my bathroom and sorted out everything we'd need, filling the basin with hot water as I got out my razor and John's shaving foam.

Tina got me to sit on the edge of the toilet and lifted one foot up onto the basin, Jamie holding the other so that my legs were well spread and my pussy was offered up to Tina, who spread a big dollop of foam all over my groin, making me giggle and wriggle.

"Hold still now Pam, I don't want to nick you pussy," Tina chuckled as she started to shave me, her daughter watching and stroking my raised thigh. We both watched as, stroke by stroke, my pubic hair was removed, and I was getting hot and wet - Tina's touch was gentle and intimate as she manipulated my pussy lips in her efforts to remove every last hair.

"Oh Pam, what a pretty pussy!" Tina sighed after she had finished, rinsing me down to remove any last bits of foam, "feels so good!"

I reached down and ran my fingers over my now smooth mound, sliding them up and down my red and swollen lips, enjoying the feel of my hairless skin and how my pussy now looked.

"I've got a dirty idea I think you two will love!" Jamie said as she reached down and copped a feel of my bald pussy too, "we'll need your towels again Pam."

"Ooh, more pee play?" Tina asked as we all got up and trooped into my bedroom, fresh towels in my arms which Jamie took and laid out on the floor.

"Well, yes, but not just that," she smiled at us, "I want to watch you two grind your sweet smooth slits together, while I piss all over them!"

"Oh God, that sounds so naughty!" I giggled as I got down on the towels with Tina, both of us leaning back on our elbows as we scissored our legs and pressed our slits together. Right away I noticed the difference it had made being bald down there and it felt so hot to feel our smooth skin rubbing together, smearing our juices over each other as our slits rubbed together.

"Mmm, that looks so fucking good!" Jamie groaned as she watched me and her mom grinding our juicy cunts together, "but I think you need to be wetter!"

As we humped and gyrated, smearing our smoothly-shaven groins with our juices and mashing our pussies together Jamie stepped over us and squatted down a little, facing me and smiling sweetly at me as she carefully released control of her bladder. A slow trickle of amber pee fell from her slit and splashed down on my tummy, and Jamie quickly adjusted her position so that it fell onto our mashed-up slits.

"Oh fuck yes!" I gasped as her hot rain washed over us, making our grating cunts slippery and slick, "that is so filthy!"

"Jamie, don't stop darling!" Tina groaned as her daughter continued to piss on us, "that feels so good!"

We were soaked in her hot and bitter-smelling pee and we loved it, slipping and sliding against each other, our cunts getting hot and tingling, our juices mixing with Jamie's urine as we humped one another with increasing fervour and excitement. Never in all my days had I ever thought of doing something so filthy, so debase as this, and I was more aroused and turned-on than I could ever remember - I was grinding my cunt against my neighbour's as her daughter pissed on us!

Jamie controlled the flow from her bladder, shifting her aim so that she could direct some of it onto her mom's face, much to Tina's delight. I wanted a slice of that too and Jamie didn't disappoint - after leaving her moms face soaked in her piss she moved and sighed happily as her glistening amber stream fell onto my face. I closed my eyes and felt her warm stream splash all over me as Tina and I continued to hump together, both of us nearing our peak.

"Cum you dirty sluts!" Jamie groaned as she rubbed her dripping and dribbling slit, "I want to see you cum on each other's cunts!"

Strangely enough it didn't take long for the two of us to be sharing our orgasm, our slippery slits rubbing together faster and harder until we exploded all over each other, Jamie squatting over us and sawing at her wet slit furiously as she watched.

"Yeah, juicy cunts!" she groaned as she watched us hump and gyrate, gasping and crying out as our spasming pussies creamed against each other, our groins a wet sticky mess of quim juice and piss, "you fucking sluts!"

As my climax subsided I felt like a slut, a dirty messy slut, and I loved it, loved what I was doing with this horny mother and daughter. I smiled as I watched Jamie kneel down beside us and run her hands over our still-quivering slits, rubbing the cocktail of pussy juice and piss into our skin and leaning in to have a lick.

"Got something for you baby," Tina groaned, and as I propped myself up on my elbows to watch she started to pee too, arcing out of her red and juicy slit to splash down on my lace-covered tummy! I groaned as I felt her hot fluid wash over my skin and then Jamie dropped her head; intercepting her mother's piss with her open mouth, let it splash about all over us. 




The Girl Next Door



"You dirty bitch!" I moaned, arousal and lust making my voice hoarse as I watched Tina piss into her daughter's mouth. 

"You got some for me too Pam?" she asked me after swallowing a mouthful of her mother's piss.

"I certainly do!" I grunted, letting go and squirting my pee back at Tina, soaking her teddy and reaching her bared breasts. Then Jamie was down and letting my stream soak her face and fill her mouth; there is nothing as fucking horny as watching someone bathe in and drink your piss.

When we were finished we were in a bit of a state and Jamie was so horny she was going to burst, so we returned to the bathroom, peeled out of our soiled lingerie and managed to fit all three of us under the shower. We rubbed our wet and slippery bodies against each other, hands roaming, exploring, and penetrating, with Tina and me concentrating on Jamie's hot young body. 

She was sandwiched between us, Tina in front of her with me behind, rubbing my tits against her back as I nuzzled her neck. It was so hot to watch her kissing her mom like that, full on face eating, and as I watched I slid my hand down to her bum, exploring between her pert buttocks and locating her ass hole. Tina was doing the same with her slit - our knuckled bumped against each other - and Jamie groaned long and hard into her mom's mouth as we both penetrated her, two of my slippery fingers pushing right up her ass.

"I want to strap one of those cocks on and fuck you up the ass like this!" I hissed into Jamie's ear as she writhed between us, both hungry holes full of slippery thrusting fingers, "what do you think Tina, think it's her turn to get double fucked?"

"Oh yeah, she definitely deserves that!" Tina agreed with me as Jamie groaned loudly, her tight ass gripping my fingers as I worked them up and down in her slippery chute, "we can keep on fucking her as she cums and cums again!"

"Oh fuck, yes please mom!" Jamie gasped, "I want you both to fuck me so hard!"

"OK sweetie, we will," Tina promised her daughter, "Once you've cum in here on our fingers."

Jamie hung on to her mother as our fingers pumped her holes, and I dropped to my knees to get a better view, rubbing my stiff nipples against her legs as I thrust up into her ass. I could see that Tina had three fingers working her daughter's pussy and that, along with my fingers stretching her ass hole, was amazing - I couldn't wait to fuck her with the strap on!

"Fuck me!" Jamie cried as she started to cum, "fuck me you filthy sluts!"

She had a real potty mouth on her and that turned me on - everything about this horny young woman turned me on! I could feel her asshole contracting and gripping my slippery thrusting fingers, and from my position on my knees I could see it too, her pussy and ass tightening around our penetrating fingers. Jamie grunted, groaned and gasped as she came hard, her lean legs trembling as she creamed all over her mother's fingers.

We all got out of the shower and roughly dried ourselves down before returning to my bedroom, Tina quickly popping downstairs to retrieve the toys. When she returned Jamie and I were kissing and fingering each other on my bed, her recent orgasm having done nothing to dampen her horniness - she really needed a good hard fucking.

"Come on you two, let's get these on," Tina chuckled as we untangled ourselves, "my daughter is clearly gagging for a good pounding!"

"You bet I am!" Jamie giggled as she helped me put on the studded dildo that she had used on my ass, while Tina strapped hers back on. It felt strange having a big plastic cock jutting out from my loins as Jamie tightened the straps up, and I liked the way the mount pressed against my pussy and clit, and the thin strap that was pulled up tight between my ass cheeks.

"Don't hold back now," Jamie moaned as she finished, her hand idly tracing up and down the plastic prick, "my ass can take it!"

"Don't you worry, I won't be going easy on your ass!" I told her, "I'm going to fuck it so hard!"

Tina lay back in the middle of my bed and I watched as her daughter climbed on top, lowering herself down on top of the big fake cock her mom wore. I moaned as I watched the thick plastic cock spread her lips and sink up inside her as I smeared lube all over my cock, making the knobbly shaft glisten as I worked my fist up and down it.

I climbed on the bed, bottle of oil in hand, as Jamie rode her mom's fake cock, slowly rising up and down as he pussy was spread wide open. I poured plenty of oil on my hand and applied it to the hot young woman's ass, rubbing it all over her skin and against her ass hole, pushing two slippery fingers inside her. 

"Yesss!" Jamie hissed as I worked my fingers in her ass while she rode Tina, "do it Pam, stick it in my ass!"

"OK slut!" I chuckled as I got into place behind her, "hold still while I stick it in."

She did as she was told, sitting still with all of her mom's dildo buried in her snatch, looking back hungrily at me as I lined the head of my cock up with her glistening and red anus. I started to push forward, watching the tapered nose open her ass up wider and wider, echoed by the widening of Jamie's eyes and the 'o' formed by her mouth .

With the full width of 'my' cock now inside her butt I pressed forward, watching the first of the rounded bumps stretch Jamie's ring a little wider as they slipped inside, making her gasp with delight. Further and further I went, sinking inch after inch of fake cock into her backside, feeling the resistance of her body and loving the sight of it.

"Fuck me!" she groaned as she arched her back, both hungry holes stretched and filled by our hard strap-on cocks, "do it sluts, fuck my holes!"

Well, she wanted it, so we gave it to her; Tina pulled Jamie down on top of her as she thrust herself up, ramming her cock into her daughter's sloppy cunt. I had a firm hold of her hips as I settled into a rhythm, thrusting into Jamie's ass as Tina pulled out of her cunt. Every thrust into Jamie pressed against my pussy and clit so that the friction made me wet and horny as I thrilled to watch my fake cock reaming out Jamie's red and slippery bum hole.

"Ooh, mommy, I'm cumming!" Jamie wailed as we pounded her slutty body, "don't stop...ooh fuck...no!"

We didn't stop, although we did ease up a little bit as Jamie wailed and moaned, trembling and shaking as her climax rippled through her, trapped between the two of us. I carried on stroking her ass with my fake cock, dribbling a little more oil on to her ass to keep her hole slippery and slick as I fucked it.

I don't know how long we spent fucking Jamie but I know we made her cum at least another couple of times, and when we finally relented all three of us were covered in sweat. When I pulled out of her ass I was immensely aroused at the sight of Jamie's gaping anus, and I couldn't resist touching it, reaching in with my fingers to explore inside her butt.

Jamie was obviously out of it for a while and Tina and I were very, very wet and aroused. So, with Jamie curled up on the side of the bed making happy little noises we removed our strap-ons and spent a while kissing and fingering each other before we settled into a 69 on our sides. I feasted on Tina's juicy quim with hunger, sucking on her clit and pushing my fingers up inside her to bring her cream out, feeding my juices to her as she sucked on my cunny.

When the two of us had both orgasmed over each other's faces we untangled ourselves and cuddled up to Jamie, the three of us pressing out naked bodies together and enjoying each other's company. Over the course of the afternoon we made love many more times, each as wet, messy and filthy as the time before, exchanging bodily fluids with delight and abandon. 

For the first time I took a fist in my pussy, Jamie persuading me to let her open me up with her hand. To feel her fingers working my cunt as Tina rubbed my clit was amazing, and I thought I was going to pass out when I felt my opening close around Jamie's wrist, her whole hand moving gently inside my cunny, twisting, wriggling, driving me wild with delight.

The towels on the floor became quiet sodden over the course of the afternoon too, the three of us eager to share the contents of our bladders with each other. not only was I happy to be soaked in warm piss and to taste it in my mouth, I also happily did it to myself; at one point Tina and Jamie lifted me up so that I was leant back on my shoulders, legs held apart, and encouraged to piss.

"Go on Pam, let it go all over you!" Jamie said, "Every woman should feel and taste her own piss."

So I did just that, looking up at myself as I let go, watching my golden stream burst up into the air before arcing over and splashing back down all over me - my belly, my tits, and onto my face. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wide and felt so fucking filthy as I pissed into my own mouth - it was brilliant!

By the time it was getting into the evening all three of us were quiet exhausted, having shared so many amazing cums together that we had lost count, and we all were feeling a little battered and sore in all sorts of places. We had ended up in a little daisy chain on the floor, feeding on sore and inflamed pussies for one final cum, fingers teasing ass holes that had seen so much action.

"I'll bring your undies over tomorrow when I've washed everything," I told them as we tottered downstairs on weak legs, both of them just slipping their dresses on.

"That would be great Pam," Tina said to me as she kissed me, "you're welcome around mine whenever you like, you know that."

"I do," I said as Jamie joined us for a hug and a snog, "thank you, for, well, everything."

"Don't thank me, thank my slutty dyke daughter!" she laughed, "I hope you can come over and share our bed soon!"

"Just as soon as John is away again!" I chuckled, "if not sooner!"

When they had gone I ran a bath while I stripped the bed and set the washing machine going, naked and feeling sticky, messy and well-fucked. I slipped into the bath and as the hot water helped soothe the soreness between my legs I wondered just how much I was going to tell John when he got back; who was I kidding, I was going to tell him everything and he would fuck me ragged...



The Girl Next Door



Back when I was still in high school there was this girl who lived around the corner from me. I had only ever been with white women before so I was drawn by her mysterious mocha coloured skin. It also did not hurt her case that she had a great body. Very thick thighs and ass, a matching set of DD's, she was right up there as one of the hottest girl's at my school.

Being her neighbour I figured I had a natural in, so one day I ventured over to her house. I knocked on the door and she answered:

"Hi Jimmy, what's up?"

"Not much, beautiful day."

"Yea it is super warm out, I hate the winters here, it's great when the season's change."

"I was hoping to enjoy the sun a little." I said, "but all my friends say they are busy, you wouldn't be up for playing a little one-on-one would you?"

"Sure but I wont be much competition, I suck at basketball. I am just over five foot and you are what? Six foot something, not to mention you play for the school team."

"So when you beat me, you will get major bragging rights? Come on it is just a fun game anyways." I argued.

"Ya I guess that is cool, I am not really in sporting clothing though, come in and have a drink while I run upstairs to get changed."

I accepted her invitation, and followed her in the door to her kitchen at the back of the house. She opened a cupboard above the sink to grab me a glass. She then moved to the fridge, retrieving a large jug of lemonade.

"This is good?" She asked.

I nodded and she poured the glass. She then led me back to the living room we had already passed through and told me to take a seat. I quickly found a comfy looking chair in which to sit. She handed me the glass as I sat back.

"I'll only be a minute or two to get ready." She told me.

With that she scurried upstairs to her room.

The neighbourhood was several years old, and I guess most of the houses were constructed at around the same time. There were subtle differences, but her living room looked almost the same as mine, making it easy for me to get comfortable.

True to her word, a couple minutes later she descended the stairs. She had decided to wear a very short pair of red shorts, and a black sports bra. The shorts really showed off her legs, and hugged her butt very tightly. The sports bra was just as tight, and showed just enough cleavage to tease. Her stomach was fully exposed. I did not like a super muscled girl, but I expected them to take care of their bodies as I did mine. Her tummy was flat but not super well defined, just as I liked them. Her braided black hair, highlighted by a few strands of blonde, was tied up in a ponytail. Colour coordinated with her shorts, a red band held her hair behind her head.

"I just need to put my shoes on, and then I'm ready to go." She told me.

When I finished my drink, she told me to just leave the glass on the table in front of me so she could get it later. I stood over her as she sat on down on the edge of the stairs to lace up. Once finished she popped up:

"Ready to get my ass whooped!"

I grinned thinking about her butt, she was referring to our future game though so not to be creepy I reminded her that win or lose I would make sure we both had a fun match. With that we went to her door, I opened it:

"Ladies first."

She giggled and blushed in reaction to my chivalry for a moment before we both strolled together around the corner to my driveway.

On the way there we discussed the guidelines of that particular game:

"So how many points are we playing to?" She asked me.

"Eighteen?...To match our age!" I replied.

"Sounds like a plan." She said. "And what is the reward for the winner?"

"Um...Loser does the winners homework next week?"

"Boring." She mimicked foghorn as she sounded out the syllables. "How bout this...loser has to give the winner a big sloppy kiss?"

Did I mention she was hot? Okay well, the girl was so sexy I think it warrants me pointing it out one more time. Her lips were just like the rest of her body, super thick. I had previously fantasized about how they would feel. Obviously I accepted this bet, but I took the time to play it cool, I didn't want her to know how on board with her suggestion I was.

"Why don't we shoot to see who starts with the ball?" I suggested. As any gentleman would I offered her the first go.

She accepted my offer draining her shot after two attempts. I stepped up to her former launching point and without much effort canned the shot right away.

I started with the ball, because of my height advantage, and the fact that I'd take about any excuse to have my body close to hers, I backed us in close to the basket. I could feel her breasts press against me as I backed her down. Too bad my back was to her, but I guess it was a good thing if I wanted to win, us switching positions would just be way to distracting for me to keep my head in the game.

When I had moved her close enough to the hoop I put up a shot. It banked off the backboard and fell through the net.

"This is going to suck." She pouted. "You are obviously way better than me, I'll never win!"

She made the cutest puppy dog face, I couldn't resist that look, especially coming from such a pretty girl, "I'll spot you a couple extra points, you make it to ten before I get to eighteen, you win."

This caused her to immediately light up. Maybe I had over valued my skills a bit, an eight basket handicap is a lot. If I wanted to win I would have to put fourth major effort now.

"So 1-0 for me, your ball." I bounced orange sphere up my driveway to her.

She caught the ball and dribbled towards the hoop, I got in my best defensive stance and blocked her way. When she was close enough to me that I could reach out and steal the ball she stopped moving herself forward. Still maintaining her dribble she bent her torso forward giving me an eyeful of the awesome cleavage. Her desired results occurred as I froze starring at her.  She took advantage of my momentary memorization to dribble around me and go in for an uncontested layup.

I snapped back to reality, realizing her trick had tied our game. I would have protested, but the view was well worth a free bucket in my mind so I zipped it up and just accepted when she passed me the ball.

"Your turn." She said arrogantly, obviously impressed with herself.

From that point our game went back and fourth. As expected the pendulum swung in my direction more than hers. It was my ball, the score was 17-9 for me, whoever scored the next basket won the game. We passed the ball back and fourth to signal the beginning of the possession. 

I reminded myself win or lose I'd still get the same favourable outcome. I stared her down as I put on a dribbling display. I bounced the ball from right to left hand, in front of me, through my legs, and behind my back. My idea behind this was to make her nervous enough to make a mistake. I aggressively moved towards her and spinning away from her, after doing so I was able to move in for an easy score.

I collected the ball and passed it back to her.

"That's game." I said with a smile.

"You just let me get close, you could have beaten me eighteen to nothing if you tried. You actually tricked me into thinking I had a chance."

"Nah, you got those nine points 100% on your own, if I could have shut you out, I would have done so. You might be good enough to even make the boys team." I said, obviously I was laying to cheer her up, but I managed to keep a straight face and I guess I was convincing enough.

"You really think I am good?"

I nodded.

"I guess though if I was at your level it would have been me on top."

The perverted part of my brain wanted to take advantage of the meatball she left hanging there for me, but I decided it would be proper for me just to take the strike.

"So I'm waiting for my prize." I said.

"A deal's a deal I guess." 

I could see clearly now see she had similar intentions as mine. She had only hinted at it before, but I could see now the forced look of disappointment. I was delighted to figure out that she was anticipating our kiss as much as I was. 

She walked up to me, standing on her tippy toes and tilting up her head she could just barely reach my lips. She was able to plant one on me. The feel of those great big lipsticked cushions pressing against me felt just as wonderful as I'd imagined. After a few moments she pulled back but I was quick with my hands. I reached behind her grabbing the back of her head forcing her to reconnect. We enjoyed each others taste for what seemed like an eternity. Her initial reaction to my hands was to struggle away but after awhile she began to melt allowing my fingers to attend to much more pressing matters.

They made sure to explore her form on their way down but their main goal was to get a grip on her awesome butt. I gave her ass a big squeeze upon arrival. All the white girls I'd been with had much smaller asses, they were nice, but a big meaty one like I was holding onto now felt infinitely better.

I felt her large breasts pressed against my chest as I'm sure she felt my pants swelling against her.

"This is getting a little out of hand don't you think?" She said as she pulled away, finally breaking our embrace.

I nodded, "why don't we go inside?"

"My parents are away, we can have my whole house to ourselves." She informed me.

She straightened out her clothing and grabbed my hand guiding me out the driveway.

We burst through her front door quickly re-engaging in our heated make out session. Our bodies intertwined we stumbled together up to her room.

Upon entering, she pushed me away and I allowed myself to fall backwards onto her bed. Her bed featured a large pink comforter and a massive stack of pillows making my descent a cushy one. Her bed was located in the corner of the room allowing me to prop my back against the wall.

I sat back trying to enjoy the moment. Her figure was truly exquisite, the stuff one would only ever see in magazines. People say this often, but if they saw her they would truly mean it when they told her she had a body that could stop traffic.

Something hit my face covering my eyes, as I peeled it away I noted its red colour. Her shorts! I knew that when I raised my eyes she would be standing there pant-less! I was doing a poor job now of disguising my anticipation as I eagerly tossed the shorts into the opposite corner of the room.

I could see she was sporting a pair of black lace panties to match her bra. My smile ran from ear to ear as I took the time to drink in her every curve. Her body was a masterpiece in mocha, she had almost caused me to cum already without even removing my shorts!

She turned around to hit power on the stereo in her room. Some stupid pop song began to play, but what did I care my eyes were being over powered with stimulation, my ears could use the break. My focus momentarily left her as I identified the song, but when it returned I could see her cheeks were fully exposed. Only a thin black cord prevented her from being fully exposed at the back. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sight.

She looked over her shoulder, lifting a single finger to her lips, she giggled at the expression she had put on my face.

"Can I show you something I learned at cheer leading camp?" She asked.

Speechless I just nodded.

She walked backwards towards me stopping just before she reached the bed.  Her torso began to lean forward pushing her beautiful round ass out. She just kept bending her body, if any normal person attempted to recreate this shape they would surely break in two. She continued to lower her head, stopping when it was between her open knees.

Instinctively I moved my head forward. I couldn't stop myself from wanting to take a bite out of that sweet apple bottom. I licked and kissed all over her cheeks. My tongue slithered under her panties looking for a place to hide. She was already sopping wet and tasted so sweet. The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice as the saying goes.

I reached up my hands to aid in the investigation. Pulling her thong to the side gave me a much better view of things. It took milliseconds to locate the origin of her moisture. My tongue snaked in as I began to lap it up.

Her moans caused her words to get all jumbled but I was still able to translate:

"They left out this part at camp."

I licked away at her with all my might, my tongue felt like it was about to fall out of my mouth.

She moaned, "my turn."

I could not have changed position if I was receiving that treatment! Somehow she pulled away from my mouth, turning around and dropping down to kneel between my legs.

Her little fingers ran across the obvious crease in my shorts.

"What do we have here?" She asked gripping me through the fabric.

Holding her grip, her offhand wrapped its fingers around my waistband. She curled them around my shorts and underwear, satisfied only when she felt flesh touch the outside of her fingernails. She yanked down and out I sprung. I was amazed at my ability to hold off from blowing in her face right there.

"Oh wow."

She had a fairly honest looking expression of shock on her face. I guess she subscribed to the myth that white boys didn't have much going on below the belt. Every race has their blessed individuals and thankfully my genes gave me a healthy nine inches.

Her little hands gripped my pole making it look even bigger, The contrast between her dark skin and the bright pink shade of my shaft was awesome. She stroked me with both hands admiring me for a second before she opened wide letting me in her mouth.

I let out a loud moan as I threw my head back. Her oral skills were off the charts. Thinking back, it would have seemed out of place if her majesty did not extend to her abilities. Her blow job technique was heavily aided by her natural gifts. Her huge lips felt heavenly as they slid up and down my cock. I intertwined my fingers, making a hammock for my head, providing no disturbance to her routine. She obviously had a game plan, and I must say she was executing it perfectly!

She came up for air raising her arms above her head. My fingers unfurled and shot towards her chest. They hooked into the underside of her bra, lifting it over her head, and tossing it in the corner to join her shorts.

Her DDs bounced out at me. Boy if I thought her body was amazing before...They fell almost perfectly at either side of my rock hard dick. She moved her little paws to the outside of either tit, trapping my cock within her cleavage. Her torso lifted and lowered causing her tits to jerk me off. The visual alone was worthy of being showcased in a fine art museum, not even considering the tremendous stimulation it provided.

After the display had ended she went back to sucking. The pleasure her mouth could dole out was not of this world. I could feel her tongue exploring the rim of my head as she stored it within her cheeks. This almost put me over the edge, but the thought of what was still to come helped me keep my focus. Imaged to hold my focus for a second, removing my shirt, and tossing it to join her discarded clothing

Eventually her lips broke the seal they had made on my cock as she lifted herself to her feet. She swung her hips to the music as she slowly removed her thong, sending it fluttering to the pile of clothing I had created in the corner of her bedroom.

I had gladly given up my power to this point, but now wished to be in charge. I stood up lifting and tossing her petite frame onto the bed where I once lay. She provided no protest as I moved between her legs, firmly resting her ankles on my shoulders. I stroked myself, rubbing my head on her clit. My teasing caused her to let out a moan. I continued stroking myself, rubbing on her.

"I need you inside me!"

I grinned as I continued to rub.

"Please! Please let me feel you inside me!"

I loved to hear this beauty beg for me.

"Pound me with that huge white dick already!"

I smiled as I ceased to rub, I pulled myself back positioning my cock head. I pushed forward slightly giving her only the tip. However minor the penetration was, it still evoked a loud moan.

"I want more!" She demanded after the initial moan came to an end.

She reached out to grip my hips attempting to pull my waist towards her. I was way too strong to be moved by such a little girl, I held my ground. I began rocking back and fourth fucking her with just the head. She tried to pull me in a few more times but gave up finally admitting I was just too strong.

With each thrust I'd allow myself to enter her a little further. By the time I was about half way in I could tell her first orgasm was shooting through her. I kept feeding her more and more cock, The fact that I was the cause of what seemed like an endless string of orgasms for her, made me feel like a king.

Her pussy felt so tight around my cock. It squeezed and contracted uncontrollably when she came. The massive amounts of juice she spewed made quite the mess on my stomach, I would return the 'favour' soon enough.

I had about three quarters of myself in her now, looking down at her face I could tell this was too much already for the little girl. I halted my desire to further penetrate. Her hands returned to my hips and this time I allowed her to be my body's guide. She pushed me out and pulled me in to meet her needs. Her appetite for cock was insane, how could she still want more after I had made her cum so much?

I towered over the little shape, in awe of her wonderful curves as she maintained my rhythm.

I allowed her to cum a few more times before removing her hands from my hips. I plucked her wrists from my sides and caused her frown by withdrawing my rod. Her sweet juices dripped from my shaft, I pushed it toward her face:

"Clean!"

She obliged taking my back into her mouth. Her tongue gave me quite the lashing. I glanced down to see her closed eyes and scrunched face. She was on a mission. I took a second to add this picture to my memory bank. If it was even possible, the girl looked about a million times sexier now.

I could not edge anymore, the image, and her efforts were more than I could handle.

"ARGH!"

I could feel it starting to stir in my balls as my brain went crazy. The pulses shot through my dick and into her mouth. I felt four or five large bursts, followed by an endless stream of little twitches. I could hear her gulping it down, I must have fired several mouthfuls. Despite her efforts she began to gag releasing my dick from her lips. I was still firing while she coughed and choked. I had more than enough left to apply several coats to her picturesque chest. 

I tried so hard to remain in my stance, although it seemed like every muscle in my body was contracting at once. She ceased coughing and delivered a smile to my eyes.

"I thought I'd lost you there." I said.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet." 



The Girl Next Door



Chapter 1

There is something special about the spring and I don't mean the flowers or the birds. What I'm thinking about, are the bare legs and bouncy boobs along the sidewalks, parks and malls. I love to drive along and just watch the young women showing off their stuff, and especially those cute eighteen to twenty years old.

This story begins one April morning when I was locking my front door on my way to work. As I struggled with the key I heard footsteps around me and when I turned I saw the neighbor crossing the grass in my front yard. He eyed my black Corvette and then stretched out his hand.

"Hi there, I'm, Jason, your neighbor from across the street."

"Hi, I'm Don, nice to meet you."

"I was going to come over yesterday, but when I saw the moving van I figured you would be busy."

My things had arrived the previous day and it was about time. I had moved from Houston to this neighborhood just outside Silicon Valley. That day was my first day at work and I didn't want to be late. "No problem, what can I help you with?"

"I'm having some friends over for drinks and a BBQ this evening, and I was wondering if you would like to come over, around eight maybe.¬"

"That will be fine, thanks."

When he walked away, I got the key out of the door and almost ran to my car. The V8 roared and I put the car in gear and burned some rubber on the way down the tree lined street.

I'm just over six feet tall and weigh almost two hundred pounds. I keep in shape in my gym, I have at home and sometimes I go for a run. My hair is down to my shoulders and I usually keep it in a pony tail. My biggest assets are my eyes. They are dark green, like moss and the women just love them. That I also have a nine inch package that I keep shaved and ready for use is just a bonus. Most men in my line of work tend to wear shorts, flip flops and t shirts with some cool text on it. I don't. I wear slacks, shirts and on my feet I wear leather shoes, never trainers. I like to dress well, and I spend a lot of money on my wardrobe.

While driving to work I passed a local college and when I stopped at the red lights a few girls passed in front of me. I gave them a smile and they gave me one back. Two of them were wearing skirts, and their legs were tanned and looked very firm. My cock began to rise, but then the light turned to green and I hade to continue.

Chapter 2

When I came back home just after seven that evening I was dead tired. I had spent most of the day going over code with some other geniuses and it had taken its toll. My head hurt and I didn't really feel like going over to Jason and his family. Then again, it was always polite to be a good neighbor so I popped a couple of Tylenols and a big glass of water. Then I changed clothes and took a wine bottle from my fridge.

"Come in, you are the first one," said Jason when he opened the door.

"I won't stay long, it has been a long day and I have to wake up early tomorrow," I said and gave him the bottle.

"Thanks, go out on the deck, my wife Jenny is there and my daughter Elsie."

At the word daughter, my headache began to wear off and I figured she must be around twenty or so, considering that Jason looked like he was in his late forties.

I crossed a living room with a large plasma screen, a book shelf, a bar and a dark red sofa with matching chairs. Jason had gone into the kitchen so I walked out onto the deck.

There was a woman standing by a gas BBQ and when she heard me she turned around.

"You must be Don, the new guy."

"Yep, that's me."

"There is beer in the ice chest if you want one."

I turned around to see where she was pointing and that's when I saw her. She was sitting in a plastic chair with her feet up on a small square table. In her hands she held a tablet that she was typing on. It was obvious she was the daughter. Her mother, Jenny, was dark haired and had a fine body which she showed off in a pair of black lycra pants and a pink tank top. When she had spoken to me, I had seen cleavage and a hint of nipples. Her eyes were blue and she had dimples in her cheeks. Elsie looked similar, but younger. I was a bit disappointed that she was a lot younger than I had thought.

The ice chest was on the other side of her legs and when I approached, she lifted them up and let me pass. She didn't speak or even look at me. I got a beer out and turning my head towards Jenny, I asked. "Do you want one too?"

"No, I'm fine."

As I was about to open the can Elsie looked up from her laptop and smiled at me. "You could give me one."

"Do your parents let you drink?"

She giggled. "Yeah, I'm twenty one."

My jaw dropped, and she must have noticed the surprise on my face, because she added. "I know, I don't look it, but I am"

I got a beer for her and when she had opened it, she drank half of it before she took it away from her lips. She licked them and then put the can between her legs. She was wearing a pair of white shorts and a yellow T shirt. 

"Oh, that's cold," she said.

I grinned at her and winked. "If you keep it there, I bet it will warm up real quick."

She was about to say something when Jason came out. "Give me one of those, will you."

I got another can and gave Elsie a smile. She bit her lip and looked away. 

Chapter 3

It turned out to be a quite a night. Some of the other neighbors came by and so did a few of Jason's coworkers. I spent most of my time by the BBQ with Jenny, who turned out to be a real tease. I pretended to play along with her word games, but my eyes were on the price, Elise. She moved around from group to group, talking and laughing with the others. 

"Don, what do you do for a living?" Jenny asked.

"I rewrite computer code."

"Oh, maybe you could help Elsie with something?"

At the mentioning of her name I began to listen more carefully. "Sure, what does she need?"

Jennifer called her daughter over and said. "Tell Don what you need help with."

She drank some of her beer and then leaned against the wall. I could hardly notice any boobs at all, just the slight shadow of her nipples under her t shirt.

"I don't understand what we are doing in class, it has to do with C++."

"No problem. Why don't you come over tomorrow evening around eight and I'll show you."

"Thanks, I'll do that."

Elsie left and Jenny wiped some sweat from her brow. "That is so kind of you."

"It's always nice to be able to help the younger generation."

"Jason and I are useless with computers, at least anything more complicated that writing a memo."

I grabbed another hamburger, which made it my fifth for the evening, and after eating it said, "I like to play with software."

Her vacant look told me she didn't get it, which was fine with me. When Elsie walked past on her way inside I called her over.

"What if you showed me some of your software tomorrow?"

She looked at me for a second, and then smiled. "Only if you show me your hardware."

I laughed and she walked off.

"What was all that about," said Jennifer.

"Nothing special, just us computer geeks talking."

I had another couple of beers and then called it at night. When I was about to leave Jason came up to me and put his arm around my shoulder. He had been drinking bourbon all night and his body swayed slightly.

"Elsie told me you were going to help her tomorrow. I just wanted to say how much I appreciate your help."

"No problem, I was surprised to hear she was in college, I would have sworn she was much younger.

Jason sighed. "No one knows what happened, but she never developed as her friends. Her body just stopped, which is strange because her hormones didn't. She got her period at a normal age, but that was it. I feel sorry for her, because guys never take her on a date."

"Maybe she is just a late bloomer," I suggested.

"I doubt it."

I said good night and crossed the street to my house. When I had locked the door, I had a nightcap and sat in the darkness on my deck contemplating the evening. If everything went as planned I would fuck Elsie the next day and that was something I was looking forward to. Her light nubile body was a huge turn on and my cock began to swell the more I thought about her. In the end, I decided against jerking off, and went to bed.

Chapter 4

While I was having breakfast the following day I began to think about what had attracted me so much to Elsie. I guess it all started when I was in college way back in 1996. There was a diner across the street where my friends and I would meet up after class and have something to eat. It was also a hangout for the locals, and of course we would try to pick up the girls. 

One afternoon a couple of girls walked in and after giving them a good once over with my green eyes, they sat down next to me at the bar. Both of them were brunettes and the taller one was Holly and the shorter was Jamie.

After a few minutes I noticed that Jamie was the one who was most interested which made me frustrated. She was obviously way too young and I wondered what she was doing hanging around with another girl at least five years older. At one point when Holly went to the bathroom, Jamie leaned closer and whispered.

"I know you think I'm too young, but I'm not."

When her friend came back I suggested we head back to my place for some drinks. Holly declined, but Jamie said she would come with me.

When I opened the door to my tiny apartment off campus and let her in she turned around and said. "Do I turn you on?"

I closed the door behind me and looked down at her. Her head was level with my chest, and she looked so innocent. Instead of answering her question I made one myself.

"Are you sure you are old enough?"

She got her drivers license out of her purse and gave it to me. I looked at the date, and said. "No way."

She took it back and put it away, and then she said. "I'll be twenty three next month, as you saw, so yes, I am old enough. Now, do I turn you on?"

She was wearing a skirt that ended above her knees and was slightly flared. On top she had a turtleneck sweater in black and she wore her hair in a pony tail. She looked delicious.

"Yes, you do," I said and pulled her closer.

I leaned down and she went up on her toes as our lips met. My hands slid down her hips and pulled her skirt up towards her waist. When I felt her warm skin under my hands I pulled her closer and let my hands caress her ass. As my finger dug into her soft skin I realized she had no underwear.

"Do you always dress like this," I whispered.

"Only when I want to fuck."

I lifted her up and carried her over to the sofa which was luckily clean and not filled with magazines and dirty clothes as it normally would be.

I laid her down and she pulled off her sweater exposing small tits with pink nipples. I opened my pants and let them drop to the floor. When I pulled down my boxer shorts and my cock sprung out she gasped.

"Wow, that thing is huge."

"You will be alright, I promise to be careful."

I kneeled between her legs and let my tongue run up and down her slit. I could taste her already and she was yummy. She closed her eyes and grabbed the edge of the sofa with her hands. When she was nice and wet and moaning I moved in with my cock. I watched in amazement how she opened up little by little. She gasped a few times and bit her lip while moaning. When I had my cockhead inside her I stopped.

"Are you OK?"

"Mm, keep going."

I pushed a bit more and then I slid in all the way.

"God, you are big," she groaned.

I took hold of her hips and began to fuck her. Her little tits moved to the rhythm and after a while she wrapped her legs around my waist. She was so tight it only took me a few minutes before I felt my balls contract, sending the first warnings to my brain that I was about to come.

"Give it to me on my tits," she gasped.

When the load shot out she opened her eyes and smiled at me, and when I was empty she sat up on with her legs dangling over the side. Then she grabbed my cock and leaned down, sucking the last out of me.

We met a few more times before I moved on to other women, but Jamie was my first small woman, and ever since that day I have had a thing for them.

Chapter 5

Later that evening I had barely put my laptop case down inside the door when there was a knock on it. When I went to open I found Elsie outside with a laptop in her arms.

"C'mon in," I said and stepped aside.

She looked at the boxes spread over the living room. "No time to unpack?"

"I'm just lazy. Can I get you something to drink?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Follow me," I said and led the way to my office.

When she walked in she stopped and looked around. "Wow, you sure have a lot of stuff."

The room was filled with computer racks on three walls and in front of the fourth below a window was my desk. On it sat three laptops and a big LED screen.

"Have a seat and show me what you got."

She gave me a look and I said. "I meant what you have on your laptop."

I pulled up another chair and sat down next to her. She smelled of fruits, and summer flowers. This close, her skin was flawless and her lips just had a little pink lipstick on them. She was wearing jeans and a white blouse, buttoned almost all the way up. There was no chance I could steal a peek down her front.

She told me what she was working on and after I did a simple analysis I saw what she had done wrong. It took me a while to explain it to her, but eventually she got it. When we were finished I checked my watch and saw it was past ten at night.

"Thanks Don, I really appreciate your help."

"No problem, come by anytime you want."

She got up and then said. "I'll have that drink now, if it's OK with you."

"Yeah, sure, but I thought you had to go home?"

She giggled. "I might look young, but I'm not."

"I know."

She waited in the kitchen with me while I opened a bottle of wine. I poured our glasses and left the bottle on the table and we sat down. I on the short end and she to my right.

"Are you single?" she said.

"Yeah."

"Divorced?"

"I have never been married."

"You are quite good looking, it surprises me that you are single."

I shrugged. "I guess I haven't found the right woman yet."

She drank some of the wine and put the glass back on the table. "Then we have something in common, I'm single too. Come to think of it, I have never had a boyfriend."

"Why? Are there no nice guys around here?"

"Sure there are, but they are not interested in me, because of the way I look."

"Don't worry about it. You will meet someone."

She sighed and leaned back in her chair. Then she pulled up her blouse and said. "Look at these, would you call them tits or mosquito bites."

I was not ready for what she did and looked away. Too late I realized what I had done and said. "Sorry, I was just surprised. I think they look fine."

She looked down and said. "No, they are less than an A cup. I don't even need to wear a bra, it's fucking humiliating."

"What about an operation?"

"Silicone? I told my parents that I wanted to, but they said to wait. I have waited for two years now."

I didn't know what to say. Her nipples had hardened and I tried to look away, but for some reason my gaze was brought back to them. She must have seen me staring, because she said. "Do you want to touch them?"

"I don't think that would be appropriate."

She giggled. "Maybe not, but I want you to."

She took my hand and placed it over her right boob and I could feel her hard nipple against my skin. The feeling made me become hard and without thinking I adjusted my cock.

"Oh, are aroused?

The word wasn't what I had expected, so I smiled at her. "Yeah, I am, but I would call it horny."

"Mm, I like that. The thought of you finding me sexually attractive is such a turn on."

She took her hand of mine and let it slide in between her jeans and skin. I could see her fingers move under the cloth and when she took her hand out she grinned at me. "I'm so wet, thanks to you. Do you want to try?"

I swallowed and nodded my head. She quickly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down together with a pair of white cotton panties. No frills, just plain white. She scooted down a bit so that her ass was just on the edge of the seat and then she spread her legs. Her pussy had a tuft of hair, but not much else. Her lips were pink and swollen. I looked at her and when she smiled and lifted her eyebrows I put a finger in her slit. It was hot and wet. I let it run up and down a few times and she spread her legs wider. I was sure she was still a virgin after what she had told me about herself and about not having a boyfriend. She could have used a toy to fuck herself, but I wasn't sure.

"Mmm, that feels good Don."

"You are so tight," I said, and noticed that my voice was husky.

"I have never been fucked, you know. Sometimes I finger myself, but I never stick in a finger."

God, she was turning me on. While I kept on fucking her with my finger I undid my pants and managed to kick them off. Then I went for my boxers and after a few tries got them off too. My cock stood up hard and when she saw it, she whimpered. "Oh my, that is one big tool."

"Yeah, it is. And guess what?"

"What?"

"You are going to try it, right now."

I pulled her up and swung her around. Then I lifted her up on the kitchen table and laid her down on her back. She was so light, I think I could have done it with one hand. When she was comfortable, I spread her legs and stood between them. "Watch this," I said.

I put my cock against her so the base was against her pussy and the tip ended above her navel. "Just look at that."

She lifted her head off the table and when she saw what I was looking at her eyes went wide and she said, "oh, wow. Is this going to hurt?"

I wasn't going to lie to her. "Yeah, probably, but I'll be as gentle as possible."

With those words in mind, I moved my cockhead up and down her slit until she was moaning and wet. Then I lined it up and slowly began to press it inside her and it was hard going. When I finally got the head inside she was hyperventilating and biting her lip. Her hands had grabbed the edges of the table and her knuckles were white. 

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Mm, it hurts though."

I let her get used to the size of me for a while, and in the meantime, I played with her nipples and caressed her tummy. After a few minutes I noticed that her grip had loosened and her breathing was back to normal, so I began to move my cockhead back and forth inside her. Slow short movements and little by little she began to open up. When I was half way in I stopped. I let her rest a little, and then, I pushed all the way in.

"Ouch, god, that hurts!"

"Shh, honey, just breath, in a minute it will go away."

I stood still, not moving an inch. While I watched her she calmed down and then I began to move back and forth again, slowly and carefully. She gasped and grabbed the edge of the table, but it didn't take long before her hands were on her nipples and playing with them.

I looked down and when I saw my thick cock sliding in and out of her tiny pussy I became even harder. The sight was such a turn on that I began to fuck her harder.

"Oh yes, yes, fuck me Don, give it to me. I want you deep inside me, yes, yes.."

"You are a horny little thing, aren't you?"

"Mm, yes I am, I love your big cock in me."

Before I came I pulled out of her and lifted her off the table. Then I lay down on the floor on my back. She understood and sat down to ride me. Using her hand, she guided my cock to her pussy and gently lowered herself until it was all the way in.

"Oh, this is nice. I can control everything," she said with a grin.

She slowly rode up my shaft and then down, once in a while she would let my cockhead slip out and then push it back in again. I was on the verge of coming when she began to breath faster. She put her hands on my chest and then rode me faster, and grinding her pussy against my pelvis. Her orgasm was quiet, she gasped a few times, and then closed her eyes. When she opened them again she smiled down at me. 




The Girl Next Door



"Now it's your turn," she said.

She got off me and lay down so her mouth was just above my shaft, and then she took me inside. Her lips stretched as she went all the way down and her eyes bulged when she tried to deep throat me. I loved to watch her do it. She gasped, licked, sucked, and gasped again. When my balls contracted and my breathing gave away the fact that I was going to shoot my load, she concentrated on my cockhead, sucking and licking it. When I came, she only spilled a small amount and I thought she had done a fantastic job on me.

When it was over she went to the bathroom and I stayed on the floor, enjoying the post fuck bliss. When she came back, she straddled me and leaned down so that her face was inches from mine.

"Don, could we do this again, some time, like soon?"

I laughed. "Yeah, sure."

"At least until I find a guy my age. But we have to keep it a secret, I don't think my parents would approve, do you?"

I didn't think so. I kissed her nose, and said, "It's our little secret."

Instead of getting off, she adjusted herself and grabbed my limp cock. But when she began to stroke me it harden fast, and when I was ready, she slid it inside herself for a second round of fucking. 

"I could do this all night," she moaned.

"What's holding you back?"

"Nothing, I just hope you can stay hard, that's all."

I laughed and grabbed her hips and began to really pump my cock in and out of her tight tiny pussy.



The Gym Teacher



I was a teacher at an all girls’ prep college. The schoolgirls ranged in age from 18-21 years old. There some really hot ones and some not so hot ones. My job was to teach them different sports and of course Sexual Education. 

The girls were required to leave gym with enough time to shower before their next class. Some of the girls loved that because they got out of my class earlier. One evening after the school was emptied I installed 4 video cameras in the locker room and showers. They were pinhole camera’s that I ordered online. The next day I switched the camera’s on and watched as my first class of girls came in the locker room. They were chatting with each other and then they started removing their clothes. There was this one girl with massive cannons her name was Katie. She was very attractive probably about 5 foot 8 inches and 115 pounds. She had dirty blonde hair and the bluest eyes you could ever imagine. I watched her intently dreaming to myself about fucking this girl. She was the type of girl you could fuck all night and never get tired of it. She took off her bra and unleashed those guns; I slowly pulled out my 10-inch cock and started stroking it. She was taking her time and massaged her big old tits; man she was making me so hot. I started jerking off faster and faster till I finally came into a pair of old gym socks. 

I went out to meet my class and the girls were already waiting for me. I said hello and told them all to do their warm up laps. They sighed and started to run around the gym, you ever see 25 pairs of tits bounce right before your eyes. It was always an enjoyable sight. After their few laps I would make them do some light stretching, while I walked around and helped them with it. I had to help the fat ones as to not make it look as I was just helping the cute ones. I loved helping the girls stretch and reach their toes and I would put my hands on their backs and sides of their budding tits. Many times I had to untuck my shirt to cover my huge erection. 

Sometimes I would catch the girls staring at my cock. It would excite me even more that they were watching me. Gym class ended with ten minuets of shower time when I went into my office and switched on the cameras. I was stroking my cock when there was a knock at my door. 

It was Katie, she was standing there in stretch shorts and a sports bra and my cock was already hard and ready to go. She asked if she could come in and talk for a second. I said sure no problem, she came in and said that she noticed me looking at her everyday and it was making her kind of horny. She asked if I wanted to see more of her. She then removed her top and started massaging those massive tits. She came up to me and put her arms around my neck and started kissing me. I followed her lead and stuck my tongue in her mouth and we kissed deeply for a few minuets when she took one of her hands and started to pull down my gym pants and my cock sprung forward. She then dropped to her knees and started massaging my cock. She then took her hot, moist mouth and started sucking my dong. She was a professional; she could suck like there was no tomorrow. I pulled of my shirt and she stopped to remove her shorts. Then Katie resumed smoking my sausage. She couldn’t get it all down it was just about choking her. I laid her down on the floor on some towels. I then I went down on that sweet pussy. It was shaven except for a little patch of fur. I went down and started sucking her clitoris; oh by the way she had a clit ring. I pulled at it gently with my teeth, she was moaning and groaning. She was licking her lips and then biting her bottom lip. She came all over my face and I licked it up it was great. Then I made my way up to her massive tits, I put my cock between her tits. I fucked those tits hard man, and then I went and put my cock in her pussy and starting fucking her. I fucked her hard and she started bucking her hips. We rolled over with out even pulling out my cock. She was sitting on top of me and bouncing up and down on my cock. I was in heaven and completely mesmerized by those big fat tits. However I couldn’t hold on any longer and I shot load after load of hot semen in her pussy. Katie got off my limp cock and said maybe we could do it again another time. I went to my office shower and cooled down before the next class came in. 

The next class had a set of fucking hot twins; their names were Tina and Tonya. They were the product of a Black man and an Asian woman. They had incredible skin and slanted eyes. They must have had the gene for a big booty because these girls were big hipped and had a small waist. They also only stood about 4 foot 10 inches. They had little tits and perfectly slim bodies. 

The twins came in and they talked to their friends while they got changed for class. I didn’t know that they looked even better naked. Class went on as normal but the “shower scene” was worth the wait. They went into the showers with some of the other girls. They didn’t pay any attention to them, however the two girls took turns washing each other. That is when I pulled out my cock and started jerking off at a steady pace. Then I saw Tonya stick her hand down by Tina’s snatch and insert a finger and you know they had done this before because neither of them even flinched a muscle. Tonya then inserted another finger and started thumbing Tina’s clitoris. These girls weren’t even finished when I shot my load for the third time today. Tina and Tonya finished about with barely enough time to get dressed before the bell rang. They turned around to see five girls just staring at them; Tina smiled and said like the show ladies? Some nodded, and some licked their lips but you can guess that they were all very horny now. The bell rang and the girls hurried off to their next class. I went to lunch after that class, when I got to the teacher’s lounge the dean of the school was waiting for me. 

Her name was Miss Hardnell or Miss hardball as I referred to her as. I always thought she had it out for me. Jessica, her first name, came over to me and asked if I could talk with her for a moment while I was on lunch. Sure was my reply, and we headed up to her office on the third floor. She told me that there were rumors that I was having improper relations with students and some staff members. I told her that it was bullshit, when she said really and turned on a TV and there in the flesh was me fucking Katie on the floor of my office. I was busted; Jess told me that it wasn’t right that I could do that to her students and that I would have to pay for it. She told me that she would keep quite if I agreed to be her love slave on the weekends. Jessica told me that I would have to pleasure her every need. I said okay and then I asked her if I could maybe bring some of the girls with us on these weekend slave trips. Jessica smiled and said yes but you would still be their slave and mine. I couldn’t wait till Friday Night 



The Heist



Alec and his companion drove in silence, the Floridian sunset like a smile streaking across the sky, approving of what they had just done. It had taken months of planning, an inside man, and help from a few shady figures from Alec's past, but Alec Jordan was pleased with the results. The ex-con had $7.6 million in cash give or take and five hostages trussed up in the back of his nondescript white van. Somewhere, several hundred miles back, lay a bank in flames and plenty of misleading evidence to make the police think that everyone had died in the blast.

The rugged-looking bank robber stared straight ahead, the boredom of the asphalt flying by still not enough to dampen the exultation he felt inside. 'Not bad. I've come a long way,' he mused. This had been his retirement plan. A damn good one, he thought with a wry grin.

"That was one hell of a heist." Alec glanced at the Latino man next to him. With a shaved head and eyes sharper than knives, Reese Martinez was a man who exuded the expectation of violence. His muscled physique matched Alec's own, but there was a restlessness to Reese that Alec lacked. He was the type of man, Alec decided, who any half-way intelligent man or woman could simply look at and realize 'This one's dangerous.' Yes, Reese was the poster boy for the archetype that people knew instinctively not to mess with...

"A heist for the history books. Amen to that Brother." They were not blood kin, but after what they'd accomplished together they might as well have been. Rare among criminals who didn't know each other that well, Alec and Reese naturally felt close, had that instinctive bond of trust. 

"Now what?" Reese asked.

Alec's eyebrows went up. He gave his buddy a quizzical look. "Now we enjoy our retirement. Split evenly I think $3.8 million will buy us some decent digs, am I right? New identities are already arranged for, as far as documentation goes. Island real estate within our price range, and beyond American extradition I might add. I like our chances," Alec finished.

Reese returned him a dubious glare, jerking his thumb backward. "That may be true compadre, but what I MEANT was what do you plan to do with our unwanted cargo?" He was referring of course to the four female bank tellers and the one male bank manager they had kidnapped in making their escape. Alec hadn't forgotten about them, but he had momentarily pushed them from his mind in the wake of their success. Now the bank robbers shared a pair of frowns. 

"Did you have a suggestion?" The van lurched into a pothole. Alec cursed. Reese let out a grim chuckle. 

"As a matter of fact, Si, my friend. I would like to have fun with the ladies."

Alec knew what that 'fun' probably entailed, and his cock grew hard in his pants at the very thought. They had a safe house set up, the exit was coming up soon, and it was far enough away from civilization that no one would bother them. A good place to have 'fun' if ever there was one. 

"And then?" Alec prodded. "What happens after we've had our 'fun'?" 

Reese shrugged, his eyes calculating. "We cross that bridge when we get there, white boy. You know the plan though. We get rid of them." 

Alec felt a stab of unease. The thought of killing didn't normally faze him, but that was when it came to hardened criminals or cops. He quickly shoved the discomfort aside and instead thought of the four beautiful women they had trussed up in their underwear in the back of the van. He still recalled the name tags on each girl's blouse.

Erika. Celeste. Giselle. Nikki. All four were brunettes, which was Alec's type. He couldn't remember the man's name.

"How are we doing this? You want to divide them up? Or share them?" Alec pulled over to the left lane to pass a semi-truck laboring on the right. After the heavy drone of the truck's engines fell away, Reese grinned, showing one of his gold teeth. 

"I'm a sharing kind of guy, brother. I AM curious though. You got any preference? Me personally, I can't wait to get my hands on that short, big-titted girl with the long curly black hair. Mmm. Her pussy's a peach just waiting to be plucked." 

"You're talking about Nikki."

"Yeah, white boy. Whatever. Their names aren't important. Their sexy pussies and asses are all I care about."

Alec snorted at his friend's ruthlessness. He was meanwhile already imagining the tall, fair-skinned brunette with the long hair and slender build, her breasts bulging in her pink lace bra. Erika's eyes were a vivid emerald green, and her smooth skin had a slight tan that made it seem more precious than the finest alabaster. The girl was sexy enough to be on the cover of any fashion magazine in the world, and Alec had her tied up in the back of his van, soon to be his play-thing for a long, delicious evening. 

Alec almost swore as his cock went rock-hard, uncomfortably so as the erection strained against the crotch of his slacks. 

"The one in the pink panty and bra is mine," he growled. Oh yes, THAT much was definitely final. 

Reese gave his companion a friendly squeeze on the shoulder. "As you wish. This is a night we won't forget, white boy. 

And the sun began to slip below the horizon leaving a smudge of crimson that looked eerily like blood.

*****

Their 'safe house' was a two-story dilapidated home, the paint peeling on the outside and the gutters sprouting weeds. They parked the van in the spacious garage and then methodically made sure that they were ready to move their captives. Each of the bank employees had been stripped, wrists bound behind each one's back, ankles tied tightly, mouths gagged, and with a length of rope connecting their wrists to hooks in the van's ceiling so that they had been forced to stand for the duration of the drive. 

Now, as Reese swung the doors open with a handgun in each fist, Alec saw their terrified captives look aghast, blinking in their disoriented state and assuredly wondering where on Earth they had been taken. 

"Welcome boy and girls. Guess what? We've arrive at our destination!" Reese said with sadistic relish. "Now, try ANYTHING, and I mean anything at all, and there's going to be a lot of blood in this van. Did I mention I have an itchy trigger finger? You do exactly what my friend motions and tells you to do...or we are gonna have problems. Comprende?"

The gorgeous brunette named Erika was the tallest and prettiest of the four by Alec's estimation. Her pretty green eyes were wide with terror and she quickly nodded that she understood. Nikki looked sullen and angry, though it was hard to take her seriously with her ample breasts barely contained by the black silk bra she wore...not to mention the black thong between her legs which drew the eyes inexorably southward. 

Meanwhile Alec took the time, as he led the captives one by one into the house, to admire the other two sexy girls they'd captured. Celeste had the palest skin, and she was perhaps the most slender with the least pronounced breasts. But there was something about the cute peaks of those easy-to-cup tits which made Alec's libido ramp up. She looked fine in her elegant bra and panty, each one emblazoned with a logo of flames. That lingerie wasn't cheap.

Last but not at all least there was the captive, Giselle, and she had rich mahogany brown tresses flowing down her back with skin nearly as pale as Celeste's. The girl's breasts were full and ripe, the nipples large, pink, and begging to be bitten. She wore a matching pair of sky-blue underwear that had Alec itching to cut away the straps with his knife. 

They left the bank manager in the van, flailing and pleading through his gag. He wasn't important, at least not until they thought of something fun to do with him. 

Alec assembled all four of their girl captives in the basement. Their ankles were free, but the gags were still fastened to their mouths and their wrists were still tightly bound behind their backs. 

"Kneel, all of you." Each girl did as she was told, squinting as the dim bulbs in the basement cast an unhealthy light. Reese dragged down two mattresses from upstairs, flinging them on the floor side by side. He then opened up a small pack that Alec hadn't noticed before. 

"What's that?"

The Latino robber chuckled. "Don't worry white boy. I kept some toys stashed in our getaway van. Never know when you might need them..." The dark tone of his voice sent chills down Erika's spine and all the other captives with her. She looked at both of her captors, trying to size up each one. Right away she sensed the different personalities of the two men. The Latino man looked brutal to her. Savage. The cold Caucasian man looked foreboding but...somehow the lesser of two evils. His cold blue eyes seemed to heat when they fell across Erika's chest. The girl shivered. 

"Let's get down to business," Alec grunted. First he tied Giselle and Celeste to one of the pipes running along the basement wall. They weren't going ANYWHERE. Satisfied with the knots, Alec began to strip, and Reese did likewise. 

The girls began begging through their gags, their unintelligible words no less desperate than the fear written all over their faces. Alec leaned in front of Erika, who was still kneeling and babbling through her gag. He slowly unfastened the gag. The moment it was off, her words burst free in a rush...

"Please let us go! We won't say anything! Oh god...please put some clothes on. You can't...please, you can't..." The cute brunette's words trailed away as she looked down at his semi-hard cock rapidly inflating to full size, its base nestled in a thatch of pubic hair with a pair of heavy testicles swinging underneath. 

"Such a sweet girl," Alec murmured. "Will you behave?" he asked, slowly pulling her panty down to her bent knees. His gaze was glued on the erogenous V between her legs. It was freshly shaved, the skin pristine. 

"So sexy," he said. He had left the holstered knife near at hand, all the better to cut away the strap at the back of her bra. But she didn't know that. She must have thought he had it nearby for more wicked purposes, because she blanched the moment her eyes rested on it. 

"Please, you don't have to use that! I'll...I won't fight. Please, don't hurt me." 

Alec rose up, his hand gently caressing her cheek. "I don't want to hurt you, girl." With a smooth motion he drew the knife. Her breath hitched as he carefully slipped it behind her bra strap, slicing the thin material as the bra cups drifted away, leaving two exquisitely sculpted cones. 

"Ahhh. Now these I have been DYING to taste," Alec growled, his tongue slowly encircling each nipple as Erika groaned. 

"Please stop," she begged. In response Alec merely slid the knife away and then took a vial of lubricant from Reese's outstretched hand. 

"Don't worry, champ. I brought enough for both of us."

Alec poured the fluid onto his hand, then proceeded to push his slickened fingers toward her bare slit. 

"Please...wait!" Erika pleaded. 

"Wait for WHAT?" Alec knelt beside her, his hand once more caressing her cheek as he gently nibbled at her ear. "You smell so GOOD. Now...behave, sweet girl. That is where survival lies. You know it, and I know it. Open your thighs for me, nice and wide."

With a shudder the slender, big-breasted brunette did exactly that. Her cute face, with its delicate nose and cheekbones, looked beautiful even masked by her fear. Alec lazily traced the lubricated fingers of one hand around her labia. He then gingerly lifted her knees up just long enough to slide the panty the rest of the way to her ankles, ordering her to kick them off. She did.

"Good girl. That's very good."

"Please." He could hardly hear it. It came from Erika's lips like a ghost's wheeze. 

"Please." She said it again as his mouth found her left breast, sucking hard on the nipple which pebbled against his tongue. His fingers began to gently explore her opening, easing past her delicate cunt lips, pressing into her sex. She moaned as his fingers penetrated her, gathering a rhythm. The in-and-out bombardment of those fingers into her sex reached a slamming cadence. The silken-glove of her intimate channel made his cock harder than granite as he finger-fucked her with deep, insistent strokes. 

In the meantime he pulled a nipple between his lips, suckling on it passionately as Erika's groan carried a hint of pleasure. 

"Please...this is wrong."

"Mmm. If it's wrong, dear girl, then why do you taste so perfect? Why is your pussy..." and Alec paused as he grazed his thumb across her clit, "getting wet for me?" The helpless girl looked down between her legs, resignation in her eyes to match the so-sensitive hardened tips of her breasts. She opened her mouth to speak, probably to implore - but Alec stifled it with a brutal kiss, taking her breath away. 

At first she didn't respond to his tongue, and then, miraculously, her tongue wriggled with his...reacting to his advance. Alec didn't know if it was her fear compelling her, a desire to please him, or a truly instinctual response. What he did know, as his fingers thrust into her core once more, was that he saw the tint of arousal in her eyes. 

"Surrender to me, Erika. Take pleasure from me. This doesn't have to be any worse than you make it, sweet girl. Remember that." So saying, Alec encircled her clit with his thumb, gently prodding her nerve bundle even as he grasped the nape of her neck to thrust her face forward so that their lips could join for another kiss. With his tongue plundering her delicious mouth, he felt her shudder and moan against his lips as his fingers thrust furiously between her legs. 

Soon it was clear that Erika's arousal was not just present - it was building. Yesterday this girl had been a bank teller, a prim and proper financial employee. She was young, maybe 21, 22 at the most...unmarried and with a father and mother who cared for her, or so Alec imagined. And now her whole existence had spun on its axis, reduced to this; a naked captive, her gorgeous body laid bare to a complete stranger. Her body's responses not even under her control as a man tormented her with his simple fingers. 

Alec found such thoughts fascinating and arousing, his cock straining between his legs. He wanted to fuck this beautiful girl more than anything he'd ever wanted to do in his life. He wanted to see her breasts bouncing as he fucked her raw, slamming his manhood between her thighs forcefully enough to slide her body across the floor. Instead, though, he did something entirely unexpected, especially for a captor assumed to be fixated only on his own pleasure.

He abruptly knelt between Erika's legs, his tongue flicking tenderly against her joy nub. Erika looked down with a gasp.

"No! What are you...?? -ahhhh! S-stop!" Her thighs opened for him though, and her joy nub responded to his furious licks. It hardened under his tongue, needy and awakened by Alec's attentions. Alec placed his hands to cup the girl's ass, forcing her crotch forward so that he could tongue her pussy deeply, then swirl the tip of his tongue against her clitoris before continuing his pleasurable assault. 

The young brunette moaned - a strident sound tinged with eventual surrender. Her body seemed to melt as he feasted on her pussy, sucking, licking, and slurping as if her cunt was the tastiest delicacy in the world. 

"Damn, you taste good...sweet girl. Mmmm, and I love this greedy clit," he said, nipping at it for emphasis, wresting a surprised moan from her throat. Erika was now kneeling backward almost as far as she could, her pussy bare and open for him - her legs spread for easy access as he plundered her slickening moistness with his tongue. Alec imagined the sight of it - this beautiful naked girl with her wrists tied behind her, kneeled and bent almost painfully backward as a man slurped between her lean thighs. 

It was enough to make him crazed with desire. Lust swam through him, his cock straining as her arousal stoked his own libido too. Soon he was growling between sucks on her clitoris, commanding her: 

"Beg me to lick your pussy. Beg me to make you come, sweet girl. DO it...or I'll shove this wet pussy full of cock right now." He meant to have her stuffed full of his cock one way or another, but she didn't know that, not for a certainty. In answer to his demand the girl looked down at him in disbelief. 

"I...I want you to lick my pussy," she whispered. "Please...don't make me say more." The red flush of her cheeks confirmed the shame that she felt, and it somehow pleased Alec as he went back to work teasing, fondling, and sucking hard on the girl's young clitoris. He focused on that sensitive nub now with single-minded passion even as his hands reached up to massage her breasts. The lithesome girl arched backward even more as he felt the trickles of her juices now slide down his throat. 

She tasted...so...damn...sweet. And then there it was, fast approaching. The girl's climax. Alec's jaw worked furiously. He grazed his teeth across her nerve bundle even as his fingers suddenly slammed into her core with full force. He felt her pussy convulse around his fingers as she moaned plaintively to a world that couldn't help her. She half-whimpered, half-cried out as the orgasm burst through her loins, her pussy streaming sweetness onto Alec's greedy tongue.

He lapped at her sex for what seemed like forever, listening to the delicious sound of her panting. The pungent scent from her lust filled the room as he drew away, licking his chops with utter satisfaction. 

"Mmmm...my sweet girl has come. Did you like that, my sexy captive? Hmm?" Erika looked at him, still dazed from her orgasm. Her nipples jutted out like soldiers at attention. Fluid gathered in a damp pool on the floor between her legs. Erika stared down at it as if it couldn't possibly be real. 

Her body slumped. With a sigh of defeat she whispered, "Please, you've...you've humiliated me. Isn't that enough? Let us go...please. I won't tell a soul anything. I swear."

*****

Meanwhile Reese had wasted no time with his captive. He had already stripped off her underwear. Now the dark-haired Nikki with the impressively large breasts was kneeling between the Latino man's legs, her tongue sliding up and down his elongated shaft. 

"That's it, bitch. I'm your Master right now. Your life depends on me. Suck me like it's the last thing you'll ever do." Nikki tenderly slurped on the tip of his cock, then smothered him with her mouth, sliding down him with her lips pressed in a firm 'O' shape around his cock. Reese cupped her head, thrusting his manhood forward to fuck her face as she gagged, then sputtered. Soon there was pre-cum dangling from her chin as he drew out just long enough to give her a chance to breathe. 

"Please...ughhhm..." she made another sound of protest, but it was cut off abruptly by the sound of suction as Reese's cock vanished once more between her lips. The girl's cute face strained with the cock pushed now to the hilt into her mouth, Reese's balls smacking gently against her chin. 

"Take me all, puta. Every last inch. I want to feel you gagging on my big fleshy bat. Mmmm...that's my girl. Suck and fuck like an obedient little slave, maybe we let you live." He leaned down, pinching one of her nipples as the girl groaned and tried to relax her throat, taking more of him into her warm mouth. 

*****

With the rough sex going on just beside her, Erika realized that her premonition had been correct. The man who had just lovingly licked her to orgasm was not the same brand of evil as the Latino man who was already brutally forcing Nikki to suck his cock. It was time to play the hand she'd been dealt. That's all Erika could think. It was time to make the most of a nightmarish reality. She also had to admit, at least a tiny lust-filled section of her brain did - that the Caucasian captor who'd just pleasured her was a handsome, sexy, and rugged specimen of masculinity. 




The Heist



His cock, long and thick, dangled eagerly between his legs, matched by heavy testicles which seemed to be bursting with the need to spill their seed. The man guided her over to the nearest mattress and had her sit on the edge of it. He pried open her legs with his hand, flicking those fingers against her still too-sensitive clit. 

"Please...I..." She stopped, all too aware of her fellow co-worker having her face fucked hard by the other, more savage captor. Alec noticed her attention flickering to the awful scene unfolding near the mattress beside them. 

"Erika, it doesn't have to be rough like that. I don't want to hurt you." It was the second time this man had insisted he didn't want to hurt her, but Erika didn't know whether she could believe him. She decided to take a leap of faith and dare a question.

"Wh-hat's your name?"

"Alec." The name sounded clean. Hard. Like the surface of an icy cliff. Somehow Erika felt that if she knew this man's name she'd be less terrified than she already was. He leaned in now between her thighs, kissing her moist cunt lips, tracing his tongue maddeningly around her core. 

"Are you ready to take me in, sweet girl? Will you still be my well-behaved captive?" 

Erika took one more glance at Nikki. She was gagging on the Latino's cock again. He had just let her come up for air, and she was gasping as long streams of cum hung like spaghetti strands from her lips all the way to the tops of her breasts. 

"Y-yes." Erika laid back willingly, opening her thighs. She looked down, anticipation killing her as Alec positioned the bulbous head of his cock between her legs. Right at the entrance of her helpless and exposed sex. Her labia felt the gentle pressure as the egg-shaped tip of Alec's manhood plowed between them. Then he was inside her, plunging deeper...but with a measured thrust. Not violent. Not harsh. Slowly he was filling her, letting the slender brunette accommodate his girth. 

Erika stifled a moan, biting her lip as she felt his cock squeeze between the walls of her cunt. She had never felt so...filled. Stuffed to the hilt by a cock larger than any boyfriend she'd ever known. 

"Aaahhhh. Fuck me, Alec." She'd said those words with residual lust from her orgasm still coloring her thoughts. Yet she also wanted this man to possess her because she hoped it meant that maybe, just maybe, he would not let his companion do the same. Perhaps it was a foolish hope, but there was precious little she could bargain for at this point. The gorgeous brunette spread her legs wide and lifted her ass up off the mattress to welcome Alec's thrusts, giving him the perfect angle to fuck her deeply. 

Her moans joined Alec's grunts to form a sexual music that vied with the harsh growls from Reese close beside them. 

Alec looked down at the beautiful girl, her rich brown hair splayed across the floor as he plunged into her sex again and again. He felt her squeeze tightly around his cock with her inner muscles, a silken glove milking him toward release. It felt exquisite. Rapturous was the more pretentious word that came to mind. Alec gripped her by the shoulders, increasing his tempo. 

"Am I hurting you?" he asked, stopping the force of his thrusts just long enough for her to respond. 

She bit her lip again, shaking her head. "No. Alec. Fuck me. Fuck me harder." 

With that indirectly-coerced permission from his captive's lips, Alec thrust furiously into her silky-soft sheath. He felt her warmth press against his cock like a flawless vice. His balls slapped against the insides of her thighs with the force of each of his pulverizing fucks. She was his, and he reveled in it. Her pliant body squirmed underneath him as she moaned and urged him to fuck her harder. He complied, liking this captive's lust-filled gaze as it rested on the pectoral muscles of his chest before drifting up to meet his eyes. 

"Uh...uh...uh...AHHHH...sweet girl, your cunt is hugging me like a true lover."

'You are nothing like a true lover,' Erika thought bitterly. Yet an appalling, twisted part of her was weirdly turned on by this forced sex - by this man controlling her, dominating her like no one else had. She arched up off the mattress as an unexpected climax tore through her loins, wrested somehow from the brief contact of Alec's hand cupping her sex as he pulled out of her for a brief respite. 

She arched into his hand, her juices coating his palm as he drew it away with upraised eyebrows. He proceeded to rub the girl's recently spent juices up and down his cock, then re-inserted it, thrusting forward with a brutal shove. 

Erika moaned, her body firing on all cylinders, heat racing through her veins, her loins, everything. She was a naked, sweaty mess with a strange man on top of her, plunging into her as their bodies slid together again and again like a lock and key. Alec's cock penetrated into her depths and she could do nothing but moan, an endless song in the depraved reality of that forsaken basement in a house located who-knew-where. 

Finally Alec bent his head down, kissing her. As his tongue stabbed into her mouth Alec's cock stabbed into her sex, a simultaneous joining that left Erika breathless. Her hands clenched behind her as she squeezed her cunt muscles desperately to capture Alec's cock inside her warmth. It was an ironic reversal, captive capturing her captor, as Alec's cock felt overwhelmed by the stimulation of Erika's tight channel. He groaned, his eyes rolling back as the release swept through him - spurt after spurt of cum emptying into Erika's dripping-wet snatch. 

The lithesome brunette could only hope that the lubricant Alec had used to bring her to orgasm earlier would help prevent any pregnancy. She wasn't on the pill. Then again, she realized that was the least of her problems right now.

Alec rested on top of her, his shaft still nestled in her warmth. Like a blanket his body covered hers. He rained kisses across her throat and up the side of her face. 

"So beautiful. So brave..." He sighed. "You took my cock well. I'm impressed, sweet girl."

On Alec's face now Erika saw a flicker of...what? Regret? Indecision? She couldn't tell which for sure. Alec slowly rolled off of her, glancing down at the glistening mess between her thighs. 

"It will be hard to have my fill of you in one night," Alec murmured, "or perhaps ever." But he said the last part so quietly that Erika didn't know if she'd simply imagined what she thought she had heard. Perhaps this brutal captor still had a soul. She knew that it made no sense for the two men to leave her alive...nor any of the other girls or Mr. Wilson back in the van. But Erika had hope. She dared to believe that perhaps the look on Alec's face meant that their fates weren't already preordained.

"Please...let me clean your cock," she begged. Alec's eyes widened, but he straddled her upper body, presenting his cock like a fleshy Popsicle which she lovingly licked clean.

*****

As Erika tasted the mingled juices of her own fluids and that of her captor, a different story unfolded in the mattress next to her and Alec. 

Nikki was bent over, her face pressed to the mattress as Reese fucked her roughly from behind. He occasionally smacked her buttocks cheeks hard with the palms of his hands, savoring the feel of his cock sliding into her wetness. He had lubricated his cock well, and it easily pummeled her core again and again as he fucked her without mercy. Nikki's grunts and the sound of his thrusts were all that filled the room now. 

"You ready for me to come yet, bitch? Ready to receive my sticky load?" 

"NO! Please!" Nikki wailed. It was no use. Her futile pleas went unnoticed as Reese bottomed out deep inside her pussy, shuddering as his cock twitched inside her folds, spending seemingly every drop of seed. He pulled out finally, satisfied as he saw the excess cum oozing from the dark-haired brunette's exposed sex. It pooled on the floor, a sticky testament to his savagery. 

Reese turned to Alec, who now sat beside Erika. He had undone her wrist bindings long enough to pull her into his lap, then retied her wrists in front of her. The stiffness in Erika's shoulders hadn't yet diminished, but she was grateful for what Alec had done, strange as that seemed. She felt the reassuring presence of his heat against her back because he sat cross-legged, sheltering her. His arms enfolded her nakedness. His fingers gently toyed with her clit as her breathing ticked up a notch. 

"I see you got your pussy fucked already," Reese leered. "Now what are you doing? You're cradling her like some angelito."

"Hmm. I'll assume that means 'angel'. Yes, compadre, I've taken a definite fancy to her. I'm not done with her. I know you said you were the sharing type...but I may not be," Alec finished, his tone one of warning. 

Reese put his hands up in a placating gesture that said 'Okay, okay, just cool off, man'. 

"Si, my friend. I get you. No harm done. There's more than enough pussy for the two of us this night. I'll tie my chiquita here to the wall and bring over one of our other promising little cunts." The Latino eyed Celeste as he yanked Nikki to her feet and led her over to the wall where the other two captives had had no choice but to listen to the ordeals of their fellow captives with their eyes squeezed shut. The small-breasted and willowy-slim Celeste let out a yelp as Reese exchanged Nikki for her. The Latino's already re-inflating cock seemed almost too obscene to be real. 

"Now, little pussy. I have a different game in mind for you." Reese looked meaningfully at a long spiked dido peeking out from his half-open pack.

Erika looked back at Alec. She dared now to kiss him tenderly, then looked pleadingly in his eyes. 

"Please don't let him have me. I would rather be yours. Only yours." Erika snuggled her body against the more humane of her captors, praying inwardly that her strategy might just work. Alec slid an arm possessively around her side, pulling her tightly to his chest. 

"SSSHHH. He will not touch you. I can promise you that," Alec said.

The question remained though...would Alec spare her life? Erika wondered. And even if he did, would he be willing to stand up to his murderous companion? Too many questions remained, all of them frightening. 

Yet Erika was as determined as ever to survive.

*****

Story to be Continued...

*****

I hope you enjoyed the story. I'll be writing one sequel chapter based only on what people suggest...so if you have an idea, leave a comment and I promise to seriously consider it (within reason).

Disclaimer: all characters in the story are 18 or older, and all events are entirely fictitious. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better!



The King's Wish



" Give us water and relief from our sweat..".. he proclaims... " If it is a grand child that my father wants....then by God,...then a grand child he will get!"...... He looks deep into your eyes as his labored breathing slows,..and you can see that your come filled pussy is about to be ransacked once more before you are allowed to leave this sinful altar.......

The Monk's were not entirely prepared for this. It was their understanding that there would be a ritual mating that they were to witness over several nights,.. and that it was more of a duty than an act of desire and lust. It never occurred to them that there would be two or more fuckings in the same evening,..and to be honest,...it was long forgotten by them that young men had such a bountiful storage of wild oats at their disposal. But this was the Prince,..and he would be allowed to have his way,..even if it did look as though he was taking advantage of the situation....

Water was brought and carefully given to you while the Prince was patted down. He too drank a full cup while his sparkling eyes scanned the bound figure of a woman before him. Even though he wanted others to think that his actions where that of selflessness,..the truth was that he had just experience the most thrilling and comfortably satisfying sex of his young adulthood,..and he needed to know if it wasn't just a fluke.....

The falsetto voice among the Monk's rang out with the beginning of another wonderful chant and was joined in by the others shortly. The bell rang and the Prince rose to his knees sporting another full erection. Crawling towards you,...the Monk's once again reached for your ankles,...but the Prince swatted away their hands,..opting to take your legs in his arms himself,.. and push you into position for your next fuck...

Once aligned,..he pierces into you slippery cunt with the same long thrust that you've come to enjoy. God!!...he really did have the kind of tool befitting of a future king!...and his presence in your newly aroused cunt was beyond the normal scope of sex. Now with his own arms around your legs, he was free to penetrate you to an even deeper depth,.. and set a pace of hard delicious thrashings that even the most skilled chanter could never match. Your sex was overtaken with the energy and verb for which it was now being pleasured,..and it was impossible to withhold the reoccurring orgasms that made you snarl in gushing pleasure. Each howl of explosion brought a smile of satisfaction to your lovers lips,... and probably sparked a hard-on or two from among the witness's gathered around your altar. Some of those wide-eyed men could even see the sticky white froth of your combined sex juices that had formed around the driving piston that battered your quivering pussy ,..and the slapping sounds of your union may have even made a voice or two crack in envy for wishing that they were the Prince. But even this young stud had a breaking point,..and on the event of your fourth orgasm of the evening,..the Prince seized at a stroke that found him planted deep in your syrupy purse,..and growled in genuine appreciation at delivering another round of molten seed,.. into his cock strangling slut.......

Apparently you had just drained our young Prince,..for this time he accepted the offering of his robe while he thanked all in attendance for helping him honor his fathers wishes. Then on unsteady legs that he hoped the darkness would hide,..he took his leave,.. and left you in the care of the Brotherhood....

Swiftly came a stretcher,...and hands busy themselves with unshackling your hands. One of the Monks instructs you to cup your mound,..and they all help in getting you onto the board. Being careful not to jostle the woman left in their charge,..they carry you off to your sleeping chambers where you are met by the queen,..her physician,..and a small group of chamber maids. Once transferred to the enormous bed,..the maids prop two pillows under your butt and a stack of them under each leg. Presumably this was the practice of assuring that this fertilization would take good hold,..but little did you know that this was not all the precautions that they were prepared to take.....

After you had been made comfortable, the queen dispatches the maids and quietly speaks with her physician. They make no effort to hide their discussion from you, as you listen to them sort out a detail that has been left unattended. It seems that he wants to further assure a firm footing for the seed that swirls within you,.. but will hear nothing of using iron,..wood,..or anything vegetable,.. to cork the slurry in your pot. He is convinced that their best chances of success will be had by introducing warm wet flesh to your come filled cunt,..and corking it in each evening till sunrise. The queen seems unconvinced that this is at all necessary,..but trusts the judgment of the man who has taken good care of her for so long. After a moment to think it over,..she relents,...and the good doctor happily sends for your corking devise........

In just moments,..yet another chamber maid is seen at the foot of your bed. She is quite fair,..very pretty. She has bee-stung lips and deep blue eyes,...and hair as fine as corn silk. [ Google: Liv Tyler,.. and imagine her with blonde hair,..to see her as I see her. ] The physician has chosen her to be your bed-mate for reasons you'll soon see. With nothing more than a nod from the doctor,..she slips under your bed coverings,..finds her way to your especially well fucked cunt,..and latches on like a human suction cup. Then to your astonishment,..her long serpentine tongue snakes it's way well into your tunnel of joy,...where it will remain for the evening,..or until the doctor instructs otherwise. The queen cautions you not to allow anything to happen with her connection within you,..and she and the physician bid you good-night,...leave you to your rest..........

But rest doesn't come easy. Your mind races through your tumultuous day.....from frightful exposure,...to sublime sex,....to the ridiculous situation at hand. Something tells you that this doctor is something of a quake,..for you have become with child once before and know that this girl's face between your legs is not necessary. So when all has been quiet for an hour,.. you peel back the covers until her gorgeous blue eyes can be seen. Then reaching down to pat the top of her head. You whisper to her that she can detach herself from you now,..that it's alright and that you'll not tell the queen. But be it either through fear or devotion to duty,.. she shakes her head no and contours to cling to the place between your legs. Once again you try to assure her that it will never be spoken of her release,..and once again,.. she refuses....... 

Resigning yourself to her refusal to budge,..you lay back and do indeed try to get some sleep. But that is not to be. Within a few moments time,..her tongue begins to move slowly back and forth inside your channel. You figure that this must be due to the tiring nature of her duty and that she is just moving her tongue to avoid stiffening of the muscle. However this is not the case either. You see,..even though the good doctor has provided you this girl for the physical attributes that he is aware of,.. he does not know about the experiences of her heart. This is not something you can analyze. So seeing that you have shown such kindness to her,..she decides that she will treat you to a delight that she has only shared with her best friend,..a devilish secret that has proven many times to bring pleasure to them both..........

Your special chamber maid can see it in your sighing response,...she can tell that like her friend,...the tongue that she was blessed with can create joy for the female recipient. So seeing as you haven't scolded her or pushed you away,...she decides to go for broke. Curling her strong tongue upwards,..she massages the place that will be known as the g-spot many centuries from now. The stimulus drives you into orbit! Your legs spread wide and you moan to this new sensation. Then darting her tongue very deep,...she proceeds to make a spectacle of robbing your saturated pussy of the Prince's sperm. Lick after lick finds more of the tawdry injected cream being dredged out of your hot fuck hole,..until it seems to be completely empty. But it doesn't end there. After practicing a long string of deliciously naughty darts into you,..she changes things up and latches onto your aroused clit and puts her puffy lips to good use. The suction she gives is superlative,..and your body has no choice but to buck and grind against her application. Because she is so practiced she now goes from one task to another,..speeding up her efforts until she sees the effect that has caught her friend in a fit many times,..is starting to work its magic on you.....

Now you're lost in it for the long haul. While her soft hair tickles your thighs,..it's hardly noticeable in comparison to the hot stirrings in your cunt. Oddly enough,..you wonder is you might be one of just a handful of people that know the unholy joys of such a union,..and if not,.. why no one has ever told you. But these of-the-wall thoughts are pushed onto the back burner as the apex of this newly forced orgasm consumes you. You can't hold anything back any longer as your pussy quakes and squeezes her tongue in spasming delirium.....

When you've managed to catch your breath some and open your eyes,..you look down at your little angel with adoration. She is just beaming from being able to do this for yet another woman. Her friend is quite promiscuous and has a bad habit of coming home with one boy's seed or another,...and over time they have both shared the duties of evacuating the unwanted seed for fear of becoming with child. This is her secret,...now something that you will have to keep unto yourself......

So on it goes,.. every second night,..for four more sessions,.. you are pounded into various heights of joy by your young Prince. And each evening,...when all is quiet,...your little angel eats from your naughty well and provides you with surprising amounts of gut wrenching orgasms. Added to this, is that your chamber maid has now been assigned to you even after your mating rituals,..she sleeps in the comfort of the large bed with you,..and one can easily see why you've never tried to make a run-for-it.....

After a twenty-eight day cycle you are examined by the physician. He deems you to be without child and has to report his findings to the royal family. The King is disappointed,..but not as much as the Prince is disappointed in himself. He so wishes to please his father that this sort of failure has got him down. Being the wise and loving man that he is,..the King consoles him by letting him know that it took as many as a dozen matings with his beautiful bride before he was conceived. The queen concurred,...but lets him know that there will be another round of matings just one half cycle away,..only fourteen days and he can try again. The Prince tries to hide his glee. He is so looking forward to fucking his delicious little captive again..........

Just as the queen has promised,..the forced, yet delightful fucking resumes. The Prince never seems to have an end to the rich supply of sperm that he knocks into you,...and your darling little chamber maid never fails to clean you thoroughly,..and make you squirm to fantastic strings of additional orgasms.... 

It is on the fourth such occasion of the second round of matings that the queen lags behind in the hall. She is of generous nature tonight and ponders just the right words she will use to convey her gratitude for your participation in the King's wish. She weighs her words carefully,...and when satisfied,..she quietly returns to your sleeping chambers.....

The queen is glued to the spot as she watches in horrified fascination at the goings on in your bed. She sees your devilish maid as she scoops out stringy loads of seed and laps them up like a puppy,.. giggling like a deranged person at her naughty misdeed. Over and over she plunges in with her especially long tongue until you are again cleaned of the divine slurry. Then as usual,..she focuses her attention to providing that deeper,..absolutely marvelous attention you so look forward to. From the queen's view point,..it is unclear as to exactly is happening to you between your thighs,..but whatever it is,..it seems to be making you pant in orgasm. And not just one,..but two orgasms pass as the queen stands in the shadows of the door......

Every word of appreciation that had been formulated a few minutes ago,..was forgotten. The queens fists ball up and without any notice,..she just appears behind your lovely servant, Liv. Taking her by the hair,..she gives the girl a hard slap in the face before the maid is forced into a upright kneeling position and held in place while the queen lights into her.....

" You treacherous little gutter snipe...!.......have you no shame? Do you have any idea how your childish antics are emasculating my son?.....how insulting this would be to the king?...and how you may be jeopardizing the lives of those we have yet to know?....."

The girl winced under the queens strong grip,..but said nothing....

"And you!",..the queen scorns down on you..." if it were not to interrupt the designs of the men in my company,..I would just as soon have you drawn and quartered for the insufferable way you have been conducting yourself with these deplorable nocturnal games!..... Of all the gall!! ".......

Silence was there for a few seconds,...the queen had spoken,...and neither of you dared to say a word......

"Then you...you little slut",.. she says to you... "cover yourself and dig in for the night,...and know that I will not tolerate this sort of tyranny again. There is only one more chance for you to bring my son a child,...and you'd better hope that happens...!"

" and as for you ,....you naughty little snipe,....I think I'll have you demonstrate your particular brand of witchcraft on someone that is not current on the doorstep of motherhood...! "..she tells your frightened maiden.

With that,.. the queen hauls her from the room by the hair... and the sounds of the young girls distress fade, as the door once again closes....

That night you sleep alone...and that night the queen gets little sleep herself. She sorts out her feelings about this new brand of carnal knowledge and makes plans for you. Plans that no physician would dare to consider or mention....yes....plans that would only help her beloved king and son realize their fondest hopes......

For the tenth time you are being pinned to the altar in your ritual coupling with the Prince. His forceful drive is as strong as ever and you dearly wish your hands could be freed up so that you could hold your lover tightly. But in the absence of that,..you grind and clutch at his pistoning cock for dear life...half to show your deep down appreciation for his hard driving fuck...and half for the act of self preservation....knowing that the absolute need for a child was at hand. There is no reserving your shameless self as you employ every feminine wile at drawing out as much juice from your Prince as possible....and he gives willingly until there is no more. Then when he is finally exhausted.... he kisses your belly and once again thanks the Monks for their tolerant vigil. The two of you share a moment in loving silence as you gaze into one anothers eyes...a moment that doesn't seem to last as long as you wished.........

Once again you are carried off to your sleeping quarters...where this time you are met by just the queen and your darling maiden Liv. 

"Keep your hand upon your mound woman!....and do not release it until I say....".. the queen snarls at you...

Your chamber maid takes a step to begin her part in the ritual,.. but is stopped...

" Not so fast my little vexing snake "..she says while holding her back by the shoulder..." tonight we will partake in a little ritual of my own design....and the two of you will do exactly as I say"............

" You can come and join us now Simon.. ' ..the queen sings out.

A man steps from the shadows and stands next to the queen. This is Simon,..the queens confidant and secret lover. He is not much older than the Prince,..and he's as handsome as the devil!.......

He stands next to her lordship and pays little attention to anything but his queen's face,..and listens for her instruction...

" Simon dear,.....you may be allowed to run your member as far and as hard as you wish,..anything you must do to place your seed in her,....but unlike the way you pull from me beforehand,....know that I wish for you to plant your volley of mush at just a quarter of your length inside of her,...even shallower if you can....understand"

"Yes,..my Queen..".. he responds.

You now recoil upon the bed and cup your hand even harder over your puffy used pussy. The thought of taking on yet another man that is not your husband,..has both a frightening,..yet arousing appeal. But for the life of you,..you can't understand why the queen would feed you some other cock that wasn't her son's. After all,..the Prince was to also benefit........

Your string of thought had been interrupted as the queen pushes Liv's face first onto the bed with a thump,..and holds her down by the neck. Simon then let's his trousers fall,...hikes up her cotton night dress,...reaches for his plumped up tool,...and runs it straight into the sparsely used pussy hole of your special chamber maid.......! She gasps at the unexpected intrusion and gnashes her teeth as his hot prick slices into her youthful cunt........

Her anguished expression doesn't last long though, as his repeated thrusts turn from frighteningly rough, to especially pleasant,...and her cute mouth starts to take on the look of a woman who's being very well fucked. You can hardly believe that you are a witness to this,..watching as the queen holds the girl taunt and his slippery cock juts in happy harmony in her widening cunt,...but it's true,...and the thumping of the bed frame and escalating cries of joy only make you wish that you didn't have to contain yourself. The act is vulgar and raw,.. and you just can't help but watch....

In what takes just under two minutes,..your Liv is now granted whatever the contents of Simon's ball were. His face shows it.....her snarls of acceptance do too. Then as dutiful as any secret lover should be,..he places himself back into his pants,..accepts a peck on the cheek from the queen,...and silently departs......

" Hold my dear Simon's essence within you,...you little tramp,...just the same as your naughty sister over there..!".. the queen demands... 

Then as she had planned,..the queen takes advantage of Liv's current position and lashes her creamy rounded ass to a rose colored hue. When that was settled,...she then demands that she park her butt on the foot of the bed and lay back with her legs spread out wide. Still cupping her mound,..and feeling the effects of the spanking,...Liv does as she is commanded.....

"Now my little pampered slut,..".. the queen shoots her words at you.. "bend in and take all of the seed from this vagabond into your mouth,...and be very careful not to swallow...or spit but one drop!!.."

You look to the queen for signs of mercy,...but she looks to be dead serious. She points to Liv's crotch without a word...and you have no choice but to do as you're told...

Once you have done as the queen instructs,...she has you both sit and face one another,..issuing her next command.......

" Now spill the contents of your mouth into this naughty maids mouth,...and again.....do not waste a drop..!!...."

Doing as you are told,...you bend forward and kiss your darling little chamber maid for the first time,....sliding Simon's sperm into the mouth of the intended recipient. The girls cheeks fill to the point of her looking like a chubby squirrel, as she holds in the mush and waits for the queens next twisted direction.....




The King's Wish



The queen now has you lay back into your regular position on the bed. When you are as you are supposed to be....she orders Liv to take her place between your legs,.....and,.....and spit the contents of her mouth deep inside the slippery channel that still has the Prince's seed! It seems that our queen is indeed twisted as hell,....but twisted with a plan. For she knows that there may be a slight chance that the Prince is not fully capable of siring a child,..and this will insure to a degree, of making her son and husband happy. Certainly no wilder of a plan than that which had been conjured up by the men in this endeavor............

Once Liv has filled you with this wicked new lot of slurry,...the queen orders that she now become the cork that was intended of her all along,...and that tonight she will not fail in her duties! The queen will post a female guard of sorts to make sure her wishes are met. Then she issues these words upon you....

"There are but just four mouths that know of the activities performed here this evening...just four! If I should ever hear of a fifth mouth utter a word of this in the future,....the I assure you both, that there won't be a forest dense enough,....a mountain high enough,....or a valley to far away,...where I cannot find you and introduce you to your maker!! Now stay as I have placed you dear girls,..or you will wished you had!....."



Last night was long and lonely enough,..but this night was just insufferable!! This night you must lay still,.. and not let your maiden disconnect from your littered cunt. There will be no sleep. And as for your poor little darling Liv,..she struggles with doing what she has neglected to do all this time. Her ass still stings and her tongue is tired,..but she clings to your sex with abandon...knowing full well the consequences if she does not. You can feel her trembling in effort,.. but you don't dare comfort her ..or give her a break...for you see the guard clearly and don't want her to suspect any hanky-panky is afoot. Surely the ruddy faced old woman would squeal to the queen if she saw one minor thing....a chance you dare not take seeing as the lady guard never,..ever stops looking in your direction........

Another 28 day cycle passes and the physician examines you in front of the queen. They seem quite pleased that you are indeed carrying life now....and interestingly enough...so is your darling little chamber maid! This too was all part of the queen's plan. She knew that this was a possibility,...and a chance to effectively double the chances of a boy child being delivered to her son and her dear husband the King. The physician however,..did not know of the debauchery involving Simon and the keen plan of her lordship,...so it can to him as quite the phenomena that your little Liv would be pregnant too. It dawned on him that perhaps this was a topic for study. Perhaps somehow he had stumbled onto the fact that young girls could indeed become pregnant by repeated exposure of semen through the mouth. An oral conception if you will. He let the queen know of his excitement of discovery. But the queen could only chuckle to herself over the physicians folly. It was just like a man to be so gullible and sent on a wild goose chase at the mere thought of becoming famous for a discovery of any awkward caliber. She would let him have his egotistical quest for knowledge,....and she would never,.ever tell him the whole story. And neither dared you.... 

Now you and Liv are sequestered to a nice little cottage that is completely supervised by the queen. Your days are filled with comfort and luxury. There is little that you need to do but be served nutritious meals and bask in literature and art,.. while your baby grows inside you. The fact that there are no men at the cottage, or anywhere in sight, is by the queens demand. But even so,...your darling little servant makes sure that you are properly comforted....so nicely flushed of your naughty sexual urges....that the comfort of men is not necessary. Almost every night the two of you cuddle and play...except on those occasions when the queen comes and takes Liv to her chambers....for the selfish experience of her talented tongue.............

On a light snowy morning at the cusp of spring...you bare forth a beautiful little girl. The queen is notified, but does not send a message to the castle, pending Liv's results. She crosses her fingers and waits for the opportunity to present both a boy and a girl to her son. She is truly devilish, but wise. She will tweak the lines of history if she must....but dearly wants to bring in a male heir to her thrilled husband...something she knows will bring him unparalleled happiness...... 

And how right she was to stick with her designs....for two days hence,....Liv brought to the world a darling little boy!.......

Now the queen's well thought out plan was in full bloom. She will present the two children to her son as paternal twins. The boy she names, Derek,...and the girl gets the name you offer,...Willow. This will be a thrilling day for father and son,...and go a long way in bolstering the Prince's feeling of manliness and self worth. What more could a mother possibly do for her son....?

After three months had past,...your body healed to a point where evidence of a birth was no longer apparent. And it was here too that the queen decided to finally take the children from the cottage and present them to King Daniel and the Prince. As with any mother,...there was a moment of sorrow. But the fact that Liv would be staying on and working the nursery as their nanny,...made it a little easier. Couple this with the realization that your daughter,..and Derek,.. would be living out their lives in privilege and comfort,..made it better too. And the Prince would just love your little Willow. You could already see that she had his eyes and chin..........

There were two carriages that day. One for you shared with two Monks,...and one for the queen and her grandchildren. Before parting ways,..the queen once again spoke to you in that cautionary tone. She reaffirmed her position on the way she had conducted everything,...and warned you that any disclosure of any sort,...would draw severe penalties. There was no doubt in you that she meant every single word......

The trip back to your village was somewhat more comfortable than your abduction,...albeit a lot slower. By the time the six hour ride had finished,...you kind of wished that the horseman that pulled you away,...would be responsible for a round trip. But be that as it may,....you were returned to almost the same spot as you'd been taken,...and greeted into the arms of friends and family......

And no one was happier to see you then your husband!! By the time the kissing and hugging embraces had stopped,..many of your well-wishers had departed to have dinner,..and the two of you were left to talk in a somewhat private moment. Your husband understandably wanted to know what had happened to you,...what the hell has happening to you for over a year. So thinking quickly,..you tell him that the King knew his time was running short and wanted to be surrounded by as many women as possible. He had a certain specification of what he liked,...and would have dozens of you sit within his eyesight,..with little or no clothes on. In the garden,...in the festival hall,...even in his bathhouse,...but never in his bed chambers,..and never without the supervision of his queen. This is the fib you told him,...and the Monks swore that it was all true.........

Now five years had past and the entire incident had largely been forgotten. Dinner had just been finished this evening,....and the children sent to their bunks. You can tell that your husband has had an easy day at his working and is in fine spirits tonight. This is good,...because you need him as many wives need their husbands. Well,..sort of....

In a quiet moment at the table,..you reach for his hand and give it a loving squeeze. He is familiar with this gesture and draws you close in intimate embrace. Playfully you unbutton your blouse and let him suckle on the nips of your tits,....drinking in the tingling feeling as his tongue swabs the taunt flesh,...and sends messages to your womanhood to flood with juice. Reaching down into your laps,..you can feel that he is indeed interested and very ready for your act of love. You stand and peel away your dress. He lifts his ass from the chair and shucks his trousers to the floor. With hip swaying seduction,..you back into him and let his cock have fleeting dabs against your wetness. Now you have the undivided attention of the man,...and his prong.....

While he sits in the chair and eyes his wife,...you find the crease of your sex and spread your outer lips wide. Then slowly and deliberately,...you up until you find the target of his tool and sink down onto him until he whispers in a snarl,...and his manhood is firmly planted in the hollows of your cunt. Once joined,...you bend forward and hook your arms behind your knees,....and slowly rock in short jabs,...until his needy pole turns to a rod of iron....

While this connection is indeed pleasing,...he knows that your efforts to fuck him in the chair are going to take far too long to complete. So with an insistent push,...you are sent to the floor in an open legged kneel,....were he comes up behind you once more,...and fills you with cock until he hears you moan. Now the hard drilling starts. His thrusts are in tempo with his aroused need. Faster and faster he pumps,....until it is felt that this effort will take you to the edge. Whatever he is thinking,..it only adds to the stiffness at your pussy,.. and you are free to think your own thoughts. Like.....

......how nice it is to get fucked in the fresh air by the young King,...like today,...with him pounding you into fits of orgasm while one of his servants does the clothes washing in your stead. How while you took a rest,...he charmed you with locks of hair from what he knows to be your children,...he tells cute little stories about their daily antics,...and slips you a small portrait of their likenesses so that you can see how they've grown. Then pressing you back to the earth,...he again stretches your cunt,... and throws you back into the realm of fantastic sexual intercourse,...pushing with thrusts just short of pummeling your mound,...keeping at it until you once again cry out in pleasure,...and he ultimately spills his baby batter deep into your pocket....

.....and what about that intriguing fellow you spoke to just after returning to town. God he is just the horniest devil......!

That's all it takes for you,.. as you feel your husband pulse in pending release. The very thought of his cream being injected into the same spot as the King's,.. has your hips bucking back against the intruder with equal pounding force. Your eyes shut hard,..and your quiet mewling groan escapes the depths of your lungs. He moans like a wild animal...and plants the strings of hot seed into you like a geyser....! Now you have what you need,....just in case another ' little miracle ' should happen.......

You might ask how it is I can write of such a detailed account of royal scandal,.. seeing that the very few that actually participated in the breeding event, dared not say anything,... either through fear,..or ridicule in their social standing. It would be a legitimate question though,...and one that I will try to answer...

You see,.. my name is John Sinclair. I have recently taken up the the time honored occupation as a scribe,..and am now the apprentice to the man who the queen might describe as the dreaded.... ' fifth mouth '........

One particularly dark night,..the topic of the young queen's toddlers came into question as we drank ale. I had my own theories about what could have transpired and rambled on with my thoughts. Even though my mentor sat quietly in tolerance of my ignorance,...it finally got the best of him. With him warning me not to interrupt,..he spoke from memory and spilled forth the most astonishing tale! He told of kidnapping and forced conception. He spoke of untold debauchery of the most twisted sort,.. and the older queen's expert hand in successful child bearing manipulation. The whole story kept me glued to my seat in wide eyed interest,...and seething arousal. But as I listened,...I couldn't help but think that this man of riddles and horse manure might have had too much to drink,...and an overly salacious imagination......

For this I will have to someday apologize......

As I've said before,..King Daniel was indeed wise,...and often thoughtful. He knew that this whole event was quite out of the ordinary. He also knew that there would be a day when his grandchild would ask of himself that nagging question we all ponder at one time or another,...he would have doubts about his lineage and want to know how he came to be. The King thought that the only way to do it was to document the whole naughty mess,..from beginning to end. That's when he commissioned my mentor into his employ. It was his job to be as stealth as one had never been before,..and to accurately record everything that happened to this captured Holly person. Nothing was to be left out...and no embellishments were to be included either. Once the child was born....the journal was to be sealed and hidden by the Monks,...and offered to this child upon their 40th birthday. It was a gift to someone he would love dearly and hardly get to know very well,..and yet,...the whole story had been sealed away,..even from his eyes........

What I had heard that evening was just to extraordinary to fathom. Curiosity got the best of me and I set out to confirm as much of the story for myself.....

I did meet with a beautiful young lady that called herself Liv. I didn't let on that I was investigating anything,...but I did trick her into showing me her tongue...and boy was I surprised....! It was beginning to look like the old buzzard was indeed true in his tale...

But what has tipped the scales in making this even more authentic is the activities I seen of Holly. I have observe her and the young King in sexual intercourse many times from the perch of tall trees. Thankfully,..never falling out of them,.. and note once being detected by his guards. I don't know of his level of mating habit with the young queen,...but I do know that he visits this woman often,..starting out from the castle early in the day and returning quite close to dinner. I've witnessed the beauty of her being bent over a fallen oak branch,..and reamed into panting pleasure by his lordship......then once on another occasion where they joined in a lover's holiday and fucked in the shallow waters of a river bends sandy beach,....and twice now,.. at a grassy knoll partially hidden by leaning birch trees as they have done today. All of the couplings seem to be quite lavishly enjoyed,.. and unhurried.........

So armed with all that I now know,...and drawing upon some unknown courage,..I approached this woman as she got back to town today and introduced myself. Our conversation started off smoothly and she listened as I tried to diplomatically edge it towards the true nature of my interest. Deeper and deeper I delved into my topic and explanation,..with her quietly smiling and listening to every word. At some point I think she could detect some sense of a young man's larcenous hint at blackmail and made a decision. With the basket of wet wash at our feet,..she leaned in and gave me a friendly hug. And there in probable sight of many,..she reached down and gave my waxing manhood a loving squeeze.........

" If I am to service two this day,....then why not three...?"..she whimpered coarsely in my ear...

Now you must know that it was she,...not I,...that suggested I tuck myself away in this small cubby hole and observe as she works her seductive magic on her husband. It is with wide eyes and a held breath that I watch this vexing woman bring her husband the joy of which all humans crave. At last I see the beautiful charm of her womanhood up close,..and can see why those scholarly men chose her in the first place. Even as she approaches a reported fifty years of age,..one would never guess by the amount of sultry verb in which she treats the males need,.. and the beautiful way that she applies her vast carnal knowledge. Again she takes the hardened cock of a aroused man,...and even though he has most likely been awash in her charms numerous times,..she still coaxes out the evidence of his profound pleasure in the time that it takes an inchworm to move but a couple feet.......

So now all I can do is wait out my stay in these cramped quarters and pray the husband goes to bed soon. My straining prick has been making quite a nuisance out of itself and I am anxious to plant it in the hot confines of places that Kings and commoner husbands are now allowed to enjoy. Her promise of comfort is the only thing that keeps me still. I wait,....and I wait,...imagining nothing else but the remarkable pleasure that is about to happen between the spread legs of this magnificent siren,.....that glorious time between the first moment when her husband drifts off into slumber,.......and the rooster crows at dawn..... 



The Librarian



*Note to all: I know that this switches points of narration, and I do it purposely to try and show each characters mindset. Thank you.*

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The school librarian was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Standing at a perfect 5'7", she wore shoulder length straight, black hair and a smile that could knock anyone off balance. Upon her face was a pair of black glasses, the kind that had the thick frames and could only possibly look good on a beautiful girl. And she certainly made these glasses look good. She was of petite form, with rather small breasts that were maybe a b-cup at most. That was ok though, because they fit perfectly on her tiny demeanor. And what she may have lacked in the chest department, her small, tight ass made up for it. She always wore knee length tight skirts that only showed off half of her glorious legs, but as if trying to balance the yin and yang of her anatomical features, the tightness of the skirts had always shown the outline of her delicate panties.

She had just started working in the library this year, and using my senior privileges to the fullest, I went to the library every chance I got. It wasn't before long that we became acquainted with each other, and sometimes even have a small chat before I took my seat at a computer to pretend to do research. 

Every word she said to me was like a small wave of heaven splashing over my entire body. Even the slightest glance from her beautiful brown eyes sent me soaring to a place only she could take me. Every moment with her was eternal bliss, and I made up in my mind that I wanted to be with her more than anything.

Slowly through the course of the year, we went from acquaintances to friends, and seemed to pass the "student/teacher" faze. I'd soon found myself not having to make up excuses to be in the library every day, for as soon as I'd walk in she would offer me a chair and we'd start talking like we were best friends. 

Whether she noticed it or not, every once in a while my eyes would stray from her face during a conversation and go straight to the top of a slightly low cut shirt, or to the hem of her skirt, only to find disappointment in her crossed legs. If only she wasn't so proper, if only she forgot to close her legs when she was sitting once in a while..the perfect sight was right there. Just inches away, and he found an access denied sign posted in front of his eyes. 

One day in particular, my eyes strayed from her beautiful lips for more than just a few seconds, only to get a curious awakening by her soothing voice.

"Uhmm..Keven?..Hello? Earth to Keeveeen.." She said in a slightly playful voice. God she had the best voice in the world. It was so innocent sounding..But at her words I snapped back up to hers, a slightly nervous look in my eyes as an idea slowly sprang from my head. 

"Sorry Ms. Phoenyx.. I guessed I kinda just spaced out abit..actually I was thinking about something that's alittle embarrassing to say.." I lied right through my teeth. It may have been embarrassing, but what I was about to say was a complete lie.

"Embarrassing? Keven, you know you can tell me anything you feel comfortable with, even if your embarrassed." She said reassuringly, which made me believe I was actually going to tell her some huge secret for a second. Blinking myself out of her trance, I hesitated, then spoke to her in a whisper.

"Well..Uhmm..I'm..not doing to good with studying for my SATs..I already took them last year, but my score was a 1300." She started to protest to my thoughts on a 1300, but I quickly interrupted her. "I know, I know..a 1300 is good, but the school I really want to get into requires a 1450. I know its high, but I've dreamt of going there since I was a freshman."

She smiled at him, and reached out her hand to rest upon mine. This got me excited, but it would've gotten him more excited if it was out of lust instead of caring affection. I quickly threw that thought out of mind though, because any physical contact with that goddess is better than any physical contact from any other woman in the world. 

"And you were wondering if I would help you study, right?" I nodded in confirmation and she continued. "How about here after school?"

Not wanting to waste any opportunity thrown at me, I quickly accepted the offer. And just like that, I had my first unofficial "date" with Ms. Phoenyx. Well, at least that's what I had kept calling it in my mind. Not long after, the bell rang for that class period to end and I reluctantly left the library. I still had half the day to go before the end of school, and that was probably the only thought that sustained me through my next classes..including a double dose of AP biology. I just couldn't wait until the end of the day.

Right after Keven left, Ms. Phoenyx smiled slightly. She was more than happy to help him out..after all, he had been a good conversationalist and friend to her the whole time she was here. It was hard being the new librarian, because despite what people thought, it wasn't easy. She would often come home at the end of the day frustrated, and rarely, every once in awhile she would masturbate to a few images on her computer, but if she felt really daring, she would order a pornographic movie off of Pay Per View and have her fun with that. 

She didn't have a boyfriend, and had never really had any luck with them. She hadn't even had sex more than three times in her lifetime, and she was already 23 years old. So needless to say, almost all of the pleasure she received was from her delicate fingers.

Sighing slightly, she felt the boredom slowly creep into her skin as she sat at her desk drumming her fingers upon it. Yawning with an enormous stretch, she slowly let her hands move from her stomach, past her breasts, and onto her neck. She gasped to herself abit as she touched her breasts, because a small wave of pleasure was sent through her and her tiny little nipples became instantaneously hard.

She was shocked to realize that she was slightly turned on! After a moment of thought and a few glances around the room, she made up her mind and traveled into the teachers' only room with a personal copier and any files that one might need to look at for the schools informational records. Double-checking to make sure no one was near, she shut the door and locked it quietly, as if someone was going to hear her. 

Moving into a corner in the room, she slowly hiked up her skirt with a red face to reveal the ends of her dark black thigh high stockings and her tight, bikini style panties. Hesitating slightly, she held the skirt up with one hand and with her free hand she slid under her panties to touch her neatly trimmed, shaven mound. With one quick motion, she shoved a finger into her hole, and gasped not only from pleasure, but also from finding out that she was extremely wet. She was very horny and she didn't even know why. Slowly pumping her fingers in and out of her own cunt, a look of satisfaction began to dawn upon her face. After a few more minutes of rigorous work, she stifled a scream as her whole body experienced the first orgasm in about a month. 

Making herself decent again, she quickly left the room and resumed her place at her desk, relieved to find that no one had missed her. The rest of the day passed fairly quickly for her, and before she knew it, Keven was in front of her waiting for his tutoring. 

I smiled as I walked in the room, somehow relieved that she was still there. Somehow in the back of my mind I was afraid she would have decided not to come, even though I knew that's not how she acted. I just shrugged all those thoughts away and sat down in a chair across from her. 

We both greeted each other and the lesson went ahead as planned, even though I didn't pay attention to a single word of it. I couldn't help but stare at her deliciously long legs..her small but beautiful breasts..but most of all, the round curve that was part of her ass..she was just so damn tempting! If only she felt the same way about him, things would be perfect. 

She had noticed him staring at her after awhile, but as to not make the scenario embarrassing, she kept on talking and trying to teach. As she did, thoughts had begun racing through her mind about the situation. He had caught him glancing at her before, but she though he was just spaced out or something. She never knew that he felt like this..She didn't know how to react, so she just kept on thinking. Her heart was beating at a hundred miles per hour, and her head was starting to throb. She had never gotten this kind of attention from a student before, and to her complete and utter shock..it was turning her on. 

She felt the heat slowly begin to form between her legs, and as time passed she could feel her own wetness. Slightly embarrassed, she stopped talking long enough for 

Her to glance at his loose fit pants..and see his hard penis pressing against his pants. For a moment she started to feel hysterical, but after that passed, the only thing different was that she came to the realization that she was even hornier. This was all happening so fast that she didn't know what was going on, and she felt lightheaded. 

And as things started to spin faster and faster, until everything was a blur, she leaned over and locked lips with his in a fit of passion. She may have not been in a rational state of thinking at the moment, but she did know that she was horny, and even though he was a student, he was 18 and it was legal. As she moved her whole body onto his, she wrapped her legs around him, causing her skirt to ride up to her hips revealing her stocking tops and delicate white panties to him. 

He gasped, surprised at first, but after a moment he settled into it and began to kiss her back, his hands roaming up her legs and feeling her panties. His mind was racing as well, and he truly believed that this was eternal bliss. His fantasy, the most beautiful woman in the world, was on top of him and making out with him. This was too real to be true..But with a thrust of his partners' hips against his, he came to a sudden reality that it was indeed real. Embracing his reality, he responded with a kiss to her neck followed by a nibble and then a gentle sucking, all three repeated in a random pattern.

She was in absolute heaven. He had gone straight for her hot spot, where she could grow from not horny to instantly horny within seconds of someone kissed her there. If possible, she became even wetter as she began to moan from the exploration of her neck. He was driving her wild. She hadn't been laid in a good 4 years, so she was in dire need of a good fucking. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her seeping cunt, and she wanted it to be inside of her more than anything. She groped desperately at his shirt, pulling it off of him and throwing it to the side. Pushing herself off of him and onto her knees, she unbuttoned his pants and with one swift movement, pulled his hard, thick cock out. Looking at him and smiling, she drew her mouth down upon it and with one quick movement downwards, she swallowed all 9 inches of him whole. 

He gasped as his whole cock was taken in by her. This was the most amazing thing he had ever felt. No woman had ever been able to suck him all at once, and he didn't ever want it to stop. Closing his eyes and groaning abit, he ran his hands through her hair and she began pumping up and down on his hard shaft. She was a professional cocksucker, and he couldn't help but wonder how much experience she had at it. This was one of the greatest things he had ever felt and just the sight of her deep throating him wanted to make him come right then and there. He had other plans though. He smiled at her and lifted her head from his pulsing cock. Lying her on her back, he pulled off her shirt and bra simultaneously, and stared at what he had longed to see all year. Her tits were perfect, despite of the size, and her nipples were the most gorgeous things he had ever seen. Leaning over to suck on one, he reached down her panties and pulled them off of her legs. Pushing her legs so they were pressing against her breasts, he positioned himself so he was barely pressing against her cunt, and with one quick movement, he thrust his cock inside of her, stretching her tight pink hole and feeling the pleasure of her feminine area around him.

They were both moaning, but she was moaning far louder than he. He enjoyed this..the feeling of her tight cunt was nothing like he had ever felt as he slammed into her, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks with each thrust. She moaned louder and louder with each thrust that he gave, feeling herself build ever higher to orgasm. Everything that was happening was turning her on..The fact that they were in a public place, his balls slapping against her tiny little ass cheeks, and even the position he had her in..She was moaning like a whore, and loving every minute of it. He felt her constricting around his cock, and this mad the sensation on him even greater. He knew he was going to cum soon, and he looked at her in approval.

"Yes..Oh God yes..Cum inside me..please shoot your hot cum inside my delicate cunt..." She pleaded, her eyes barely open. Nodding, he began to thrust harder and harder, until he was about to blow his whole load in her.

Her whole body suddenly shuddered as she came into the biggest orgasm she'd ever had, and with one final thrust and a groan, he cummed with her as well as inside her, his hot seed splashing in every crevice of her glistening vagina. They both laid intertwined with one another, frozen in climax and pleasure. After a few moments, they began to get control back over their bodies, and kissing, they smiled at each other.

"Well..I'm not too sure that I'm ready for the SATs..it looks like I'm going to have to come back.." He said with a devilish grin.

She smiled back at him and winked. "Well..fuck the SATs..I can teach you things you'll never have to know for college.."



The Librarian



Stan Parks parked his battered pickup in the parking lot at the back of the two-story library building in the town of White Oak, Missouri. He had driven that evening the thirty miles from the campground where he stayed in a miniscule 14-foot camping trailer. He had started work the previous week for a construction company in the area, helping to frame houses in a new subdivision – the job should last several months, allowing him plenty of time to explore the library's genealogical section. One set of his grandparents had grown up in White Oak, and he hoped to learn more about his heritage in the free time he had each evening and on Saturday.

He entered the marble building and approached the front desk, asking for the genealogical section. The librarian was tall, at least 5'8", with waist-length brown hair, green eyes, beautifully plain features and a well-proportioned figure. She indicated a small room in a far corner of the main floor marked History/Genealogy and Stan moved off to begin the search for his heritage.

He had been browsing through a book listing marriages and divorces over the past 50 years when he let his mind wander back to his own divorce.

Stan had been a construction foreman for a road-building company in central Florida which required him to be away from home most of the week, home only on weekends. He and Jill had two children, 2 and 4 years of age. One week, when he was feeling especially lonely, he worked late on Thursday, turned everything over to his assistant, and headed for home 100 miles away. He arrived at the house shortly after midnight, letting himself in quietly, though he saw the light come on in the master bedroom down the hall as he closed the door. 

He walked quickly past the children's rooms and stepped into the doorway of his own bedroom just in time to see Jill wrap a terrycloth robe around her naked body. A slightly disheveled man was sitting up in the bed, looking sleepily at Stan, and then back at Jill. The man looked to be a salesman type, maybe real estate, Stan mused as he looked him over. Jill had her eyes locked on Stan's and he saw they were defensive, as if to ward off the coming accusation. 

"How long?" he asked, watching her closely to see if she was going to lie to him. The look of defense turned to one of misery before she looked down at her hands.

"Three or four months," she said softly, unwilling to look back at him. He looked at the stranger in his bed again and saw the man was becoming aware of his vulnerability.

"Don't tell me you haven't slept around also," Jill said, interrupting the pregnant silence, and challenging him with her eyes.

"Never," Stan replied, letting her see the hurt that he felt from the betrayal. He turned then to leave but stopped at the doorway. "I'm going back to work, you see the lawyer and get the divorce papers ready. Call me when they're done. I want the pickup and camping trailer and no child support payments. You can have the house, kids and credit card bills."

"Stan, can't we . . ." her voice trailed off as he raised his hand to her.

"The only other way is for me to shoot that sorry little wimp over there in my bed, and that wouldn't help any of us – especially not the kids." With that he turned and left the house, driving through the night back to his work site.

At the divorce signing he kissed and hugged the two children. "Daddy has to go away now," he told them. "But Mommy has a new Daddy for you to take my place." They both nodded and moved to their mother, each taking a hand. Stan stood up and looked at the woman he had loved and married, and was surprised he felt nothing – no sorrow, no anger, no pain . . . just numbness. Then he was gone.

Stan broke from his reverie to see the attractive librarian looking nervously in his direction every few seconds as she knelt, placing books back into the right place on the shelf across the room. He looked around and saw there was no one else in the library. The clock showed it was five till nine, almost closing time. The woman looked up at him again, almost fearfully, and he realized he must have been staring in her direction as he replayed the divorce scene in his mind.

The next time she looked up he smiled, and she gave a brief smile in return and went back to work. Stan gathered his papers and was stuffing them in his briefcase when the woman walked past him. He should ask what their Saturday hours were for tomorrow.

"Wait," he said, and the woman froze almost in mid-stride. She turned slowly and he saw something in her eyes that he could not quite identify, something that bothered him. "Can you tell me what your hours are tomorrow?" he asked.

"Nine to six," she answered, and stood quietly looking at him as if waiting to be dismissed. That was it! She had the same look in her eyes as a dog he once saw get kicked by its owner. The animal had no idea what the owner wanted so it just stood there with that obedient look, and got another kick. Submission. The woman was being totally submissive.

"Thank you," he said, and she turned toward the books on a nearby table, stacking them on a rolling cart. Submission. Stan had talked about dominance and submission once with a co-worker who was into BDSM with his wife and some others. "It is like a permanent state of hypnotism," the man had explained. "A truly submissive person will obey any command given them, regardless the person giving it." Stan looked at the librarian thoughtfully. He couldn't picture her into BDSM; maybe she was one of those people who developed a submissive personality in their childhood.

"Come over here, please, and get these books," he said calmly, meeting her eyes with his own as she looked up questioningly. She glanced at the books, back at him, shrugged and pushed the cart to the table he had been using. When she was only an arm's length from him, he spoke again. "Stop right there." And she did, watching him curiously as if in an out-of-body experience.

"Unbutton your blouse," Stan said softly, almost in a whisper. He saw fear shoot across her face, replaced quickly by a resigned look of compliance as her hands slid to the top button while he continued to hold her eyes. She paused after the third button and he looked down to see a good deal of cleavage showing over a fashionable black lace bra.

"All the way," he said, watching her breasts rise and fall with each breath. She resumed unbuttoning the blouse until it fell away from her chest, leaving him with an unhindered view of her bra-covered breasts. He looked into her eyes and the fear was gone, replaced by a puzzled, yet curious, expression.

"Now drop your bra straps." She did so, hooking first one and then another finger under a strap and sliding it off her shoulder. As the second strap fell, her breasts dropped about an inch, no more. What a set of boobs, he thought. They were full and hanging, but were not sagging. The woman was in good shape.

"Now pull your bra off your breasts," he said breathlessly, and gulped as she revealed two very beautiful breasts, full and resting on her chest. The nipples were erect, probably from nervousness and the air conditioning. Stan reached out and stroked each breast and nipple in turn and the woman made no move to stop him, but just watched his hand on her body.

"How many men have seen and touched you naked?" he asked, watching her for any hint of deceit.

"None since college," she replied.

"How many in college?"

"Just a couple of times, I spent most of my time working because I didn't have a scholarship."

Stan watched the woman as she talked. He loved the sweet sing-song lilt of her voice, and the way she blushed as she told her story.

"Did you go all the way with them?"

She shook her head.

"Neither of them?"

"No, but I did give one guy a blow job once . . . all the way."

Stan looked at the clock. It was 9:15. She should already have been closed, but he was entranced by what was going on.

"How old are you?"

"28."

And you're still a virgin?" he sounded almost unbelieving.

"No."

"I thought you said you didn't go all the way with anyone."

"I said no man." Stan thought that one over for a second.

"Okay, tell me."

"The woman who ran the campus library had this plastic penis with a strap that she wore around her waist. She said she was teaching me how to make my husband happy."

Stan considered all he had seen and heard. It was like a fairy tale to him. And he was not going to let the fairy tale end just yet.

"Finish those books!" he said authoritatively and she returned to her work, her pendulous breasts swaying gently as she bent over to pick up the books and place them on the cart. When she was finished she turned back to him.

"I should be closed by now," she said quietly, asking for permission to do so with her eyes. Stan nodded. 

"You can let me out by the front door." As he reached the door he turned back to her, feasting his eyes on her nudity.

"Do you live with anyone?"

"No."

"Then when you lock this door, I don't want you to do anything with your clothing; leave it just like it is. After you finish locking up I will be waiting out in the parking lot and you can follow me to my place."

He held his breath as she considered what he had said. Then she shrugged and nodded, closing the door and locking it, before climbing the stairs to turn out the lights.

She came out the back exit and walked slowly and gracefully across the parking lot, her gorgeous breasts shifting slightly from side to side on her chest with each step. When she reached the car, he took her keys, and unlocked and opened her door. As she stepped into the car he told her to leave her breasts uncovered and to follow him. Thirty minutes later they pulled into the campground and parked in front of his trailer.

After helping her out of the car he walked her to the shower/bathroom across from the trailer, opening the door to the Men's Room for her. She raised her eyebrows but preceded him into the room. She took the stall he indicated and he could hear her peeing as he stepped to the urinal. When she came out of the stall he escorted her to the trailer, unlocked the door and helped her up the two stairs into his tiny abode.

Stan had lived in small trailers for years, staying onsite with his construction jobs to keep down theft and vandalism. He had fixed his small trailer up with a computer cubicle, a table and sink and a large, comfortable bed across the end.

"What is your name?" Stan asked softly.

"Sandra."

"Well, Sandra, I want to make love to you tonight. Not just have sex, but have it in a way we can both enjoy it. Will that be okay?" She nodded, and he thought he saw a glint of excitement slip across the back of her compliant eyes. 

"For that to happen I am going to need your help first," Stan continued. "I have not had any good sex for several weeks and am as horny as hell," he saw a slight smile cross her lips. "I am sure to come in just a couple of minutes the first time, so I want you to undress, sit on the edge of the bed and give me one of those 'all the way' blowjobs so I will last longer when we are together in bed."

She had obediently slipped out of her blouse and bra before he was finished talking. She quickly slipped her slacks and panties down around her ankles with one move and stepped out of them, straightening up to stand totally naked in front of him. He looked her over closely motioning her to turn around, which she did slowly, smiling slightly at the look on his face.

"You're a damn Greek goddess," he said, whistling softly. "How could you have gone this long without a man hitting on you?"

"A lot of men have hit on me," she replied quietly. "You were just the first one with a voice like my father's." He looked into her eyes and saw she was not teasing.

"Did your father abuse you?"

"Not sexually, but he spanked my and my brother a lot . . . and real hard. He made Momma do everything he demanded, and if she didn't he would tie her up and do painful things to her sexually. He also would have other men come over and do things to her. My brother and I saw a lot of it looking through the keyhole or cracks in the wall."

"And what did your mother say about all that?"

"She said she loved him, and that was just the way he had of showing his love."

"And what do you think about that?"

"I loved my mother; but I don't know about my father."

Suddenly Stan was not sure he wanted to go through with his plans, and said so to the woman. She just shrugged and reached down to pick up her clothes.

"You would hate me for forcing you, and I may want to get to know you better," he said lamely, watching her pull her panties from the legs of her slacks. She looked at him, startled at his words.

"You aren't forcing me," she said simply. "You are just asking me."

The two people stood face-to-face, searching each other's eyes for any sign of dishonesty. Stan broke the silence, with a slightly husky voice.

"You better put those clothes down and go sit on the edge of the bed," he said. She did, and unzipped his pants when he stood in front of her, pulling out his once-again-erect penis and taking it in her mouth. Stan was right: it took less than two minutes for him to come, and the woman swallowed it all.

Stan disrobed and pushed the woman onto her back on the bed, spreading her legs as he did. He slowly traveled the length of her body with his tongue, finally resting in the cradle of her civilization, gently caressing her clitoris as a finger probed her vagina, finding her G-spot and building pressure on it. She came almost as quickly as he, and then he was above her and in her and the two were driving to their second orgasm in rhythm, she coming first after about five minutes followed by his own orgasm a minute later.

The muscular construction worker rolled off the curvaceous librarian, breathing deeply as he began to drift into sleep.

"I will have to work tomorrow," Sandra said quietly.

"Fine."

"I will need some fresh underwear."

"I'll give you a pair of mine," he said sleepily. She smiled at the thought, but said nothing. Stan rolled onto his side and pulled her body to his, spooning with her and wrapping one arm over her waist with the hand cupping her breast.

"You have got the best set of tits I think I have ever seen," he said huskily. "In fact, your whole body is worth dying for." 

"Thank you," she said, a shy smile spreading across her face. Then she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

The next morning Stan gave her a pair of his boxer briefs and she smiled as she pulled them up over her hips. He stood back and looked at her, smiling himself, and then held out a mirror for her to see herself. They then laughed together, as she finished dressing. 

That night they went out to eat after the library closed and then spent the night at her house, making love three times, once on the kitchen table.Two weeks later Stan parked his trailer behind her garage and moved his things into the house. 

The relationship had gone on for nearly two months when Stan finally realized what was bothering him. He wanted to ask the girl to marry him, but realized that she had never initiated sex in all the time they had been together. She always did what he asked, but never asked for anything herself – in fact she never expressed her opinion or anything else in his presence, but rather just responded to him. He did not want to become her father all made over, so he called his friend in Florida who had BDSM experience.

The next Saturday night, she came home to find a kitchen chair sitting in the middle of the living room floor. She looked at it and then at Stan carefully. He knew she recognized its significance, but said nothing. When he told her to sit down she did so, but with a slight frown on her face. The frown increased as he cut four lengths of rope and bound her ankles and wrists to the chair.

Stan then just sat on the couch and watched her, and she returned his gaze, with a slight hint of fear behind the curiosity. A few minutes later a knock came at the door and Stan rose to usher in four members of his construction crew; all muscle-bound and with hungry eyes as they looked at Sandra. The fear was now very much evident in her eyes.

At Stan's nod the four men walked to the chair and one of them pulled out a huge knife. Stan could see misery in Sandra's eyes as she realized she was now at the mercy of the construction workers. The leader cut the cords binding her hands and he pulled a pair of handcuffs from his hip pocket, securing her hands together in her lap. He then cut the cords securing her feet to the chair and two of the men stood her to her feet and walked her to the front door.

When they turned her around she looked at Stan briefly, but not with pleading or begging in her eyes – only resignation. She had seen what men like this could do to a woman. They fastened a strap to her handcuffs, tossed it over the door and secured it to the outside doorknob, but not before pulling it so tight she was standing on her tiptoes, her bound wrists and hands supporting most of her weight.

Two more men pulled sharp pocket knives from their pockets and proceeded to cut her clothing from her body, until she hung totally naked before them. Stan got one glimpse of her glazed eyes before one of the men covered her face with his, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Two others began to suck and nibble on her breasts while the fourth knelt, spread her legs, and buried his face in her crotch. From time to time the men changed places, ravaging her with their mouths and hands, inserting their fingers into every body orifice.

At last, at Stan's instruction, they stepped back leaving the woman hanging limply by her arms, her eyes closed and her body covered with sucker marks. All four men had shed their clothing by then, and as she opened her eyes she saw them all standing there leering at her and stroking their dicks. The look she turned on Stan was not accusing, just sad – and resigned to what would happen next.

He rose, walked to her and took a knife from one of the men. When he cut the strap holding her up she slumped into him, and he held her until circulation came back into her feet and ankles. He did not look at her face, however, ashamed at what he was subjecting her to. Finally she was able to stand on her own, and he pushed her against the door and stepped back.

"The rest of the night is yours," he said to her evenly. "Whatever happens is totally in your control . . . if you want it to be. I will give you 60 seconds to determine what is going to happen next; if you do not give instructions, then these guys get to say what happens next. Do you understand?" She nodded, but did not say anything.

Stan had been looking into Sandra's eyes all the time he was speaking, and saw them fill with confusion right from the beginning. She had resigned herself to enduring everything she had seen done to her mother many years before, or everything she had heard men like to do in situations like this, but she had not considered she would have input into what would happen.

Her lover walked to his seat and sat down, watching the seconds click down on his watch.

"Thirty seconds," he said, hoping the woman would take control of the evening, but doubting that she could, or would; submitting, rather, to things she clearly did not want to happen.

"Fifteen seconds." The watch kept ticking.

"I want to give you a blow job," she suddenly said breathlessly, afraid the time was out. It was, by about ten seconds, but Stan was not going to say anything. He looked at her and nodded and she came to him, kneeling at his feet and began unzipping his jeans. The four men crowded around as the beautiful naked young woman passionately made love to her man with her mouth. Stan was not turned on by the events of the evening, and had never had an audience in such a private moment in his twenty-eight years. No matter how hard she worked, he was not going to have an ejaculation. After several minutes he raised her head from his semi-erect penis and called it off.




The Librarian



"That's enough, now," he said huskily. "You now have 60 seconds to decide what will happen next." This time she did not wait the full time, but slipped into his lap facing him and began working his penis with her hand until it was hard enough to push its way into her. She stood up on her knees and held him in place as she sank down on him, forcing the half-hard member into her very tight and very dry vaginal opening. Only a slight film of saliva served as lubricant, and both felt the painful friction as he finally settled into her.

She then began rocking her pelvis on him, rising slightly on her knees when he began to thrust. This time Stan was able to block out the sight of four co-workers quietly masturbating as they stood just a couple of feet from the chair. He concentrated on the wonderful bare breasts that swayed gloriously in front of his face with every thrust of his pelvis. He came in a manner of just a few minutes and hugged her down to himself as he did. He could feel the semen slipping out around his penis and running down her crack to fall on his thighs, and saw the four men watching the same thing, entranced – but he did not care, he just wanted to hold Sandra tightly for a minute or two, wondering what could possibly happen next that he would not hate himself for in the morning. 

Finally he sat up and looked at his watch.

"Sixty seconds," he said softly, looking at the girl with loving, hurting eyes. The eyes she looked back with were not the resigned, sad eyes of an hour before, however, but carried a hint of confidence and determination he had not seen before in the woman.

Sandra pulled herself away from her lover, grabbing a tissue from a box beside the couch to catch any additional discharge, and walked to the door. Turning, she looked at the four men who had followed her every move with leering, lustful eyes.

"I want you four to get dressed and leave, now," she said without inflection. "It is time for my man and I to have private time together, you have had your fun."

The four quickly looked at Stan, their eyes shouting accusation when he nodded.

"It is her call," he said, relieved. "I made no promises and have played by the rules we set beforehand." The four then dressed, nodded to Stan, leered at Sandra, and left the house.

"How much time do I have left?" she asked shyly, smiling for the first time that evening.

"All night," he said, smiling back, telling her with his eyes that he was grateful the night had not been any worse.

"Then I want a warm bath in the Jacuzzi, and a sensual all-body massage from my man," she said, her breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing. She was not accustomed to being in control, but was willing to test his resolve to let her call the shots.

Stan rose, took her hand and led her to the bathroom, where they filled the tub and luxuriated in its warm, probing jets . . . and in each other's silent, respectful presence.

As he later kneaded her body with loving hands, Stan reconsidered the events of the evening. His friend had told him such a test would reveal whether the woman was submissive by nature, or had just been beaten down into a pattern of submission. Stan knew he could not have stayed with a truly submissive woman, though he now understood why many men could – her vulnerability and passive acceptance of his commands had given him a sense of power he had never known before, even as a foreman with absolute authority over very strong-willed construction workers.

But his own nature was not dominant, and he therefore needed someone who would let him know when they were uncomfortable and who would themselves ask for relief when they might become sexually frustrated or in need of cuddling or loving.

He knew he still had one more test. She had accepted the fact she did not have to submit to every desire of their four guests – would she be able to do the same with him? He would soon know.

Stan rolled his lover onto her back and began to slowly stimulate her, kissing her with his mouth as he worked her lower body with his index finger. She responded almost immediately with a warm wetness that invited his entry – and he wasted no time doing so.

As he slowly glided in and out of her accepting body, he leaned forward and took her left nipple in his mouth, playing roughly with his tongue and lips, feeling it swell to a fullness he had come to love.

Then, suddenly, he grabbed the nipple with his teeth, pulling back and stretching it and the breast beyond its normal extension. Sandra let out a gasp and instinctively clamped every muscle in her body tight, filling him with even greater desire as he felt her grab him inside. He pulled back further and she began to release, accepting what he was doing to her. The strokes again began to rhythmically slide in and out while he pulled on her nipple with clamped teeth.

He let the nipple slide harshly free from between his teeth, then, feeling her flinch all over as the tender flesh was abused by the roughness they had been subjected to. A few seconds later he leaned forward again to take the nipple between his teeth, and felt her body tense briefly before yielding again to his pleasure.

This time be began to move more powerfully in and out of her, biting down harder with each thrust. He had just felt the tender skin give way and the taste of blood hit his tongue when her hand reached up to grab the back of his hair, trying to pull him away from her.

"Stan, please . . . Stan, please stop. Please!" 

He let go of the nipple, this time not harshly but cleanly, and then leaned forward to gently surround the bruised and torn flesh with the softness of his lips. He did not need to continue moving in her, he had come at the moment he tasted blood. It had excited him, but it had not pleased him . . . because it did not please the one he had learned to love.

He gave her time to clean up and wrap a robe around her body and then led her to the living room. She sat beside him and he saw nothing in her eyes but love and a slight hint at fear. She had not remained submissive in the face of pain, and was afraid she had disappointed him, knowing that he must have enjoyed the moment due to his immediate ejaculation.

Stan opened her robe and gently fingered the abused nipple, squeezing it lightly and sensing her desire to withdraw it from further abuse, though she did not.

"That was pretty uncomfortable, huh?" he asked watching her eyes. She nodded, looking up at him, pleading with her eyes not be angry or dismissive. He waited to see if she would speak.

"If felt good for a long while, just not at the end," she offered.

"How do you mean it felt good?"

"It was painful, kind of, but because it was happening together with us making love, it was like it was part of the love," she tried to explain. "It was pain, but it was delicious pain . . . at least for a while."

"And then?"

"It just became real pain and blocked out everything else."

Stan nodded.

"So, if you had a special word to use to let me know when it was just enough pain, then you might have had an orgasm with me, is that right?" She nodded quickly, looking at him with shining eyes.

"Alright, then, from now on, whenever you call me Stanley, I will know to back off a little and not go any farther. Would that work?" She leaned over and kissed him warmly on the lips.

"Would that also go for things like earlier this evening?" she asked after a minute's hesitation.

"Absolutely. I guess that was pretty uncomfortable for you?"

"Yes," she almost whispered. "Everything but the chair."

"What about the chair?"

"I enjoyed having you tie me up and knowing I was completely helpless and at your mercy and subject to your every desire . . . at least until the other guys got here."

"There won't ever be any other guys again," he said, stroking her hair gently and loving her with his eyes. "That was just to get a point across."

"I think I understand . . ." she began, then paused thoughtfully. "I do understand, Stan, and will be a willing partner from now on, letting you know what pleases me and what does not, and letting you know if it is the wrong time or wrong situations for me to enjoy it." He smiled acknowledgement of her understanding.

"And you will not just wait until I want sex, but will take the initiative yourself when you are horny so I can feel like I am fulfilling your needs as well as my own?" She nodded, and gave him a warm hug.

"I will."

"Then I have something for you," Stan said, slipping a small box from the pocket of his robe.

She looked at him, surprised, and then opened the box to see a modest diamond engagement ring. As if in a trance she slipped it from the box and onto her finger, touching it gingerly as if it would break.

"Will you marry me, Sandy?" he asked quietly.

Her reply was to slip off her robe in one breathless motion, straddling his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately.

He opened his own robe, and picked her body up slightly, allowing his newly-erect penis to slip into her. They embraced as they began to move together, slowly, sensually. 

Finally she broke the embrace and moved her mouth down to his left nipple, roughing it up with her tongue and lips before playfully nipping it with her teeth.

His strokes became quicker, more meaningful.

She nipped again, this time more aggressively.

Then he experienced it. . . delicious pain.

And the two shared a double orgasm that they would forever remember, and duplicate for many years to come.



The Librarian



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Ms. Welch was well known by all the graduate students at the University. She was not only the hottest piece of ass on campus, she also knew where everything was in the library, and was more than willing to help some poor student trying to finish their thesis.

Measuring in at just over 5 foot, her shapely body resembled the antique hourglass that perched on her desk, her firm ass only rivaled by her pert breasts for the most coveted object for both students and faculty.

It was getting on towards the end of the semester, and activity in the library had hit an all time high - senior guys ranging from the football jocks to the computer science nerds were all in the hallowed halls, alternately researching their theses and staring at her bouncing ass as it strolled by. Jeremy Hines, a frequent visitor to the library (and one of Ms. Welch's biggest fans) stepped up to her desk that Saturday night, and politely asked if she could help him find a book he needed for his research.

She laughed inwardly, watching the poor boy desperately try to look her in the face, instead of obviously staring at her wondrous tits.

She found a perverse pleasure in secretly torturing the poor boys she was constantly helping, making sure she always wore a light blouse with plenty of fine cleavage, and she owned nothing but thongs - panty lines were so fo pa. She always got a thrill whenever she had to climb the old rolling ladders in the basement to replace some old musty book.

She smiled slightly, remembering back in her college days, that one amazing night that had cemented her love of libraries... She felt a pulse in her tight quim at the thought, and looking at Jeremy in front of her, she couldn't help but admire his strong jaw and well built body. She snapped out of her reverie when she noticed he'd stopped talking. Quickly searching her memory she figured out what he'd asked for, and then simply gave him one of her patented "come hither" looks, crooked a finger, and led the senior to the elevators. She knew exactly what book he wanted, and exactly where it was; on the top shelf of a column of books, in the bottom basement.

She felt another pulse of excitement in her slowly moistening pussy as she stood next to the young man in the elevator. She couldn't help but admit that he was a prime example of masculinity, and she cast an admiring glance his way as they rode the elevator to the bottom of the shaft.

"Which way ma'am?"

"Don't worry Jeremy, it's just this way. Follow me. Oh and just call me Chrissy ok? I'm only 26."

Ms. Welch led the way, deeper into the labyrinthine bowels of the library, her curvaceous ass drawing Jeremy's gaze like a lodestone draws iron filings. Every time she glanced back to make sure he hadn't fallen behind, she giggled under her breath as he snapped his eyes up to her face. What she couldn't see was the idea forming in the back of his mind, his resolve hardening to match the prodigious hard on her swaying rear was causing. 

"Jeremy, up here Jeremy," Ms. Welch smiled, twitching her slender fingers at him to draw his eyes up from her toned legs. "We're here dear. Mind holding his ladder for me? These old things aren't very stable, and I'd hate to have it roll away..."

The undergrad walked forward, coming within a few inches of Ms. Welch's tits, and gazing down at her, he offered his hand to help her climb the ladder.

He quickly bracketed her in, letting her climb up the ladder above him. His cock achieved infamous solidity as his quick glance turned into a feverish glare when he saw that underneath the librarian's dress length tan skirt, were the briefest pair of black lace thong panties he'd ever laid eyes on. With that, he made up his mind, and gave the ladder a quick business-like shake. 

"Jeremy, don't play around like that. I could fall."

"Yes ma'am."

"Listen, I've got your book, I'm coming down. So hold the ladder tight ok?"

"Yes ma'am."

With an exasperated sigh at the boy's constant respectful manner, she quickly dismounted the ladder, but when she went to turn around, she found herself blocked. 

"Jeremy dear, would you mind moving? I need to get..."

She sputtered off as she felt rather than saw Jeremy's body move closer to her. She tensed as she felt his mouth move next to her ear, and she couldn't help the sudden warmth flooding her slit at his words, "You told me to hold the ladder tightly, Chrissy. So that's what I'm doing."

With that, he took the book out of her light grasp, and dropped it to the floor, the echoing thud serving as a reminder to Chrissy of just how alone they really were. His hips pushed insistently against her ample backside, forcing her to step up a rung on the ladder, if only to give herself some space. She saw Jeremy's hands release their death grip on the guiding handles of the ladder, and unconsciously hers moved to take their place – steadying herself on the rickety ladder. The librarian felt the man's hands roaming her body, softly touching and feeling her curves through her restrictive clothing. 

His light touches aroused her even more, to the point that when his hands finally found their way around to her bosom she let out a sigh of pure lust. With his hips pinning her to the ladder, and her arms being the only thing holding her up, Ms. Welch had no choice but to enjoy the deft movements of Jeremy's fingers as they swiftly popped the remaining buttons of her blouse and undid the strap of her lacy half cup bra. 

He kissed his way down her neck to her shoulder, lightly nuzzling her with his nose and lips, distracting her as he moved one of his hands to his waist, and his burgeoning hard on. A swift manipulation of his button and fly released his monster, which sprang forth like a racing stallion, instinctively burrowing itself in the cleft of the librarian's tight firm buttocks. The sudden pressure of Jeremy's cock against her ass made Chrissy moan aloud, and force herself back into him, trying to angle him into her, regardless of the fact her skirt was still in the way. Urged on by her growls of lust and desire, the undergrad bundled her skirt between them, forcing it up and into the small of her back. 

Now the only thing blocking him from her Venus mound was a tiny piece of black lace. His questing fingers quickly shoved this out of the way in their fervor to touch the beautiful pussy lips he'd so long dreamt about. Chrissy's veritable screams of pleasure from the first touches of his fingers against her pussy shocked the poor boy; making the hand he had been manipulating her firm breasts dart to cover her mouth. 

She wantonly began sucking on his digits, silencing herself as he gave over to his desires and changed his fingers for his bloated penis. With some gentle positioning he felt the mushroom tip of his hard cock slowly part the puffy smooth lips of Chrissy's pussy, and with one thrust he buried himself to the hilt in her inferno. Her guttural moans over his fingers in her mouth urged him on, his every thrust making her rise on her toes on the rung of the ladder. Jeremy pumped into the burning hot tightness that was Chrissy's cunt.

His constant barrage on her caused Ms. Welch to abandon all other thoughts but the illicit pleasure this younger man was giving her. She rocked her hips back, meeting his every forward thrust. She gave up on trying to stand, and merely let herself ride on Jeremy's wonderful cock, using her arms to help her force her body back onto him. As another orgasm wracked her tired body because of both Jeremy's pounding dick and his masterful exploitation of her sensitive nipples, she lost her sweat slicked grip on the old wood railings and collapsed back onto Jeremy's hard chest – causing them both to collapse in a heap on the floor.

"Wow.... Jeremy... that, that was amazing... thank you... if there's ever anything you ever need help with... just... just let me know ok?"

"Well, actually Chrissy, you can finish what you started...."

With that, Ms. Welch realized that while she had achieved multiple orgasms thanks to the man lying underneath – and in – her, the poor guy still hadn't gotten off. She was instantly up and around, swallowing his entire cock deep into her throat in one smooth motion. The quickness of the reaction caught Jeremy completely by surprise, the intense pleasure making him throw his head back, only to hit the marble floors. The intense pleasure and pain mixed in him, making the blowjob that much more surreal to him. Her constantly swirling, inquisitive tongue playing along every ridge and swell of his cock soon had him gasping for air, and her soft hands cradling his balls sent him flying over the edge of sexual bliss, firing a massive load deep into the librarian's throat. 

Jeremy and Chrissy laid there for a while, trying to process the wild satisfaction they had just experienced, then without a word straightened their clothes, grabbed the forgotten book, and moved to the elevator. Just before the doors opened at the first floor, Jeremy heard a whisper from the older woman who was his walking wet dream.

"If you ever need help with anything else, all you have to do is ask dear."

With that, Ms. Welch quickly sashayed back to her desk, leaving the dazed, and slightly bewildered young man to walk back to his study table, and finish his thesis.



The Librarian



The Beginning how it started

Michelle started working at the library ten years ago. When she graduated from college, it was not her dream job, but after awhile she started to really love it and the benefits, she got from working there. Michelle is not a very tall woman about 5"2' a hundred and thirty-five pounds.

She has never been happy about her weight but it did not hinder her sexually. After awhile she noticed, she started to dress like an old librarian. Hair up in a bun, glasses on the tip of her nose or hanging around her neck. She was not frumpy but she was getting their. 

Shortly after she started working at the library. She was putting away a stack of books back in the old section. She dropped a thick book that was a slightly discolored brown. She sat the other books down on the cart, reached down, and grabbed the book.

She did not recognize the title of the book it was called The Art of the Mind by J.B. Wilson. It sounded interesting so she opened it. The first couple of pages were blank. She turned the fifth page and finally so print. She could barely read it because of the print was so small. 

The first couple of paragraphs were about how the mind is set up. In addition, what part of the mind we use for every day use. When she got to the third page she over heard in the next aisle a couple talking about what they where going to do when they got home. Michelle started to feel aroused about what they were talking about. She did not understand why though. She decided to check out the book and see what else it held. 

When Michelle got home, she turned the TV on and saw that Sex in the City was playing. Michelle went and sat on the couch to watch the episode. She took the book out of her purse and started reading it again. When she got to page three, she overheard Carrie on the TV talking about what she usually is talking about sex.

Michelle noticed once again that she was getting aroused. She did not understand why. She wasn't dreaming about her lover or anything like that. She was just over hearing Carrie talking about sex. 

She turned the channel and saw that she turned it to a soft porn flick. She watched the two actors having sex. Michelle thought if she didn't hurry up and release her, sexually feeling she thought she was going to implode. She finished masturbating and still felt aroused. She climaxed at least three times. 

She finally turned off the TV and closed the book. All her sexually thoughts went away. She thought that was a bit strange, because a minute ago, she was completely aroused but when she shut the book. All feeling of being aroused went away. 

She finally realized that the book who ever reads it and then somebody starts talking about sex or sees it they will be aroused because of it. She couldn't wait to try it out, but on who she didn't know. The answer was at her door the next morning. It was her neighbor Jim. He was a happily married man. Jim was roughly 5"9' a little over weight but still very handsome. 

"Hey Jim, what brings you by this early in the morning?" Asked Michelle already knowing why he was there but still trying to sound like she didn't know.

"Good morning Michelle, we ran out of sugar and my wife just left and didn't bother telling me." It was an every other week thing. They would run out, he would come over, and chat and then get a cup full to last the rest of the day. "So can I have a cup of sugar?"

"Oh course Jim come in. I will grab it for you. While I'm doing that I have a new book that I want you to try."

"Ok," Michelle handed him the book she new he was somewhat of a fast reader so she new he would get to page three by the time she got back with the sugar. 

Jim sat down with the book the title sounded interesting and anything Michelle gave him to read he new he would like it. He was on page five when Michelle came back into the room. He noticed how pretty she looked in a little blue dress.

Michelle noticed that he was past page three and that he was checking her out. She decided to test out the situation. The TV and overhearing people talking about sex aroused her but she wondered if she could tell him what to do.

"Jim are you aroused because if your not I want you to be,"

Jim thought it was weird how Michelle was talking to him but he realized what she was saying was having an effect on him. He was getting aroused after she told him to be.

"Jim are you aroused know?" Michelle asked in somewhat of a commanding voice.

"Yes I am,"

"Good follow me to my bedroom," Michelle turned and walked out of the room, With Jim trailing after her. She reached her bedroom and turned around to face Jim.

"Jim I want you to undress yourself," Jim took off all his clothes and laid them on the chair by the bed. Michelle saw that he was indeed aroused. His seven-inch cock was standing proud and tall. "Jim I want you to undress me too."

Jim walked over to Michelle, unzipped her dress, and pulled it off. She was wearing a lacy black bra and panties. Jim reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Her beautiful melons looked more then good enough to eat. Jim pulled off her panties and Michelle just stood there in the nude. While Jim gazed at her amazing body, he noticed that her breasts where the best part of her body. 

"Jim I want you to suck on my boobs,"

Jim leaned down and put the nipple in his mouth. He started sucking on it like he was a baby waiting for his milk. He gently bit the nipple and Michelle moaned in pleasure. He reached up and grabbed the other boob, and started to massage it. He pinched the nipple while he bit the other one. Michelle cried out in pleasure and pain. 

"Oh Jim that feels amazing keep doing that oh yeah." Michelle decided if he was listening to her this far she decided to take it even farther. Michelle pushed Jim away. She went over and sat on her bed with her legs spread. 

"Jim eat my pussy," Jim walked over to her and kneeled down. He put his head between her milky white thighs. He smelled her sweet musky smell. Jim kissed her labia lips. He stuck out his tongue he ran his tongue up and down her slit. She was dripping wet. He found her clit with his tongue and sucked it in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.

"Oh yeah Jim right there, yeah don't stop." Michelle pushed her pussy harder into Jim's face. He responded by shoving his tongue up her tight hole. 

"Jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim wow yeah keep doing that faster yeah oh yeah oh god you are going to make me come. Oh yeah here it comes." Jim kept lapping up her juices while she came down from her climax. 

After Michelle caught her breath, she looked over at Jim who was stroking his cock it was rigid as apiece of steel. 

"Jim come over here and put the steel in me right now." Jim came over and plunged his cock up her tight cunt. He drew out and then plunged it all the way back in. He kept thrusting in and out he came sooner then Michelle wanted him to.

She barely got any pleasure out of the quick fuck. Next time she would tell him he couldn't come until she told him to. 

"Jim get dressed and when your dressed I want you to leave but grab your sugar but as soon as you leave my house I want you to forget this ever happened." Michelle finished talking and hoped he wouldn't remember any of this. On the other hand, she had to some how explain this to his wife and she didn't know how to do that. Jim finished dressing and left. Michelle just laid there in the aftermath of her climaxes from when he ate her pussy. 



That was the first time she ever used that book to please herself. She finally just kept that book with her all time. The library didn't no it was missing because it was so old. She has used that book many times over the years but always with her friends but lately, she has wanted to use it at work. With the young sexy males that are always at the library. They are hopefully a lot better then her older friends.



The Librarian



Well, it was my senior year of college and I was working in the main campus library to make a few extra bucks. My supervisor was a university employee named Angela. She was a few years older than me (I was 21 at the time and she was maybe 28) and light years ahead of me as far as maturity is concerned. Anyway, she was a kind of hot, natural looking girl. Very little makeup and long dark hair. She dressed pretty plain but you could see a very nice body underneath all the layers. 

Angela and I got to know each other working the long weekend hours at the library. We kind of flirted sometimes, but I had a very serious girlfriend at the time, and didn't dream that anything could happen with the two of us. 

In April of that year, Angela let me know that she had received a job offer as head librarian for a small liberal arts college and would be moving over the summer. I guess the fact that she would be moving released some of the tension between us and allowed for a little more flirtation. 

Anyway, one Sunday near the end of school, after we had spent several hours behind the desk at the library, we decided to go have a beer together. Angela and I had never even seen each other outside of the library, but we got along great, so it seemed like a natural progression. 

At this point, I knew I was physically attracted to her, but still didn't dream of what would come next. After a couple beers, Angela suggested we go back to her apartment to hang out for a while. I quickly agreed and we made the short walk to her place. 


As soon as we were in the door, I noticed that Angela obviously did not have a roommate. It was an efficiency-type place with an open floorplan, and noticeably, only 1 bed. She showed me to the couch and went and removed 2 beers from the fridge. Angela then put on some music, opened our beers and sat down beside me. We talked for a while (I can't remember the subject) and enjoyed that "chatty" feeling you get after a few drinks with someone whose company you enjoy.

At some point, Angela slid close to me and said, "everything is ok, but no intercourse." I croaked, "ok", and she began kissing me deeply. Before I knew it, Angela had unzipped my jeans and was leading me toward the bed. She pushed me back onto the bed and stood to remove her clothing. I watched breathlessly as her tank top stretched over her head, revealing her pert, creamy breasts, with thick dark nipples. I was even more observant when she removed her plain white panties exposing her thick, dark bush. 

Angela then bent to remove my shoes and socks before pulling my jeans and boxers down to the floor. She then pulled me to a sitting position and pulled my t-shirt over my head. A few more kisses and she had me flat on my back again, and was kissing down to my midsection. I was a bit self-conscious as I had worked out that morning and then changed for work without showering. However, when Angela reached my hardening cock and balls, it was obvious that she didn't mind my sweaty musk. She buried her nose in my coarse pubic hair and breathed deeply, before dipping her wet tongue to my pungent scrotum and perineum. 

I've never had a woman inhale, taste and touch all of me the way Angela did that afternoon. She focused her mouth on my thighs, testicles and perineum, taking care not to touch my now rock hard penis. 

Insane with Angela's ministrations, I had to taste her. I reached for her thigh, which was to my left and pulled it toward and over my head, so that we were embraced in a sweaty 69 position. Her seething pussy was now less than a foot from my needy mouth. I remember the dark hairs plastered around her cunt and asshole with her juice and sweat. I remember her thick, meaty lips, fully engorged. More than anything, I remember her intoxicating scent, which was almost primal. I wrapped my arms from the outside to the tops of her thighs and pulled her steamy sex to my face. I lapped violently at Angela's hot vagina as my nose was stationed milimeters from her fragrant rosebud. The overall assault on my senses was overwhelming. 

During my feast on Angela's pussy, she continued to lap and suckle away at my musky nether regions. She caught me by surprise as she became the first woman to not only lavish the area below my scrotum but also to tickle and then lick away at my tight, virgin ass. She lifted her sex off of my face and pulled my knees up and apart so she could better access my sweaty backdoor. The vulnerability I felt at that moment was unbelievable but the rush was so strong that I could never have stopped her. Angela buried her tongue in my cheeks, which caused me sensations I had not felt before, nor since. Wanting to return the favor I pulled her ass back toward me and buried my face in it. Another first for me, and I'm not sure I would be comfortable doing it with another human, but Angela's creamy skin, soft hairs, and unbelievable scent worked some kind of spell on me. I slowly licked up and down her fragrant crack, pausing to flick my tongue around her crinkled bud. I was able to get an arm squeezed underneath her to manipulate her exposed clit. My fast fingers and probing tongue had her gushing within minutes. 

Angela then told me that she was going to "finish me off." I had no idea what else this woman could do to me, but who was I to stop her. She told me to stand and spread my legs. I obeyed. Angela then positioned herself between my legs, facing forward (the same direction I was facing.) She lifted the base of my cock and licked me from there back to my ass, her tongue tracing the sensitive line of skin that looks as though it were sewed. Angela then gave my quivering anus one last sloppy lick and began to gently work her saliva-wet finger into my hesitant hole. She reached her other hand up and began lightly pumping my throbbing cock while munching my saliva soadked scrotum and perineum. Her hand made agonizingly slow strokes on my cock while the index finger of her other hand applied gradual pressure to my dark opening. 

Angela's hands began to work in unison, pressure gaining in my rear meant faster, harder strokes in my front. At last, my ass began to relax and Angela began to twist the finger while performing her melodic thrusts. As the pressure began to build in my center I thought I would pass out. I began to breathe deeply, trying to hold out as long as possible. I now couldn't tell the difference between a tongue, lips, or fingers. It felt as though there were 15 women lavishing all of my most forbidden parts. Finally with a great shuddering, my cock erupted spurting blast after blast of thick semen on the floor and nearby bed. My ass clenched Angela's finger tightly as I rode multiple waves of ecstasy. Finally, knees shaking, I fell facefirst onto the bed. 

Angela helped me all the way onto the bed and left my view for a moment. I heard water running and she was soon back with a steaming hot towel that she used to clean my drooling cock, saliva and sweat soaked balls, and twitching anus. We gradually drifted to sleep and I was awakened several hours later with another worshiping of my privates. 

Angela and I continued to laugh and hang out at work, but never hooked up again. For some reason I didn't even try. I almost didn't want to change the memory of what was (and is) by far the sexiest afternoon of my life. She moved away that summer and I have neither seen, nor heard from her since.



The Librarian



Dartmuth library holds two distinctive honours. First, it is the largest library within a 1000 kilometre radius. Secondly, it has the lowest attendance rate in the country. This second fact is one of the main reasons I spend so much time there. As a Classics student, I usually have my nose stuck in Homer or some book on Greek mythology. The Dartmuth library not only has a large collection of classical literature, but it's also extremely quiet. These two things would be enough to make me spend hours studying there, but there is one other reason I find myself hanging out among the many rows of books: Daniella.

Daniella is one of Dartmuth's librarians. Unlike most librarians, she is neither old nor ugly. She looks like the "librarian" that is typically found in porn movies or rap videos. I've often found myself fantasizing about her when I should be studying. If you saw her, you'd understand. Even though I'm somewhat of a bookworm, I'm definitely not intimidated by beautiful women. I always make a point of flirting with her, but the flirting tends to be one way. She either doesn't catch on, or she doesn't want to appear unprofessional. Regardless, I feel that it is my duty to all scholars to flirt with her. I had been going to Dartmuth for about six months, each time making sure I flirted with Daniella, and each time getting nowhere... until yesterday.

I was taking a break from studying and decided to go for a walk around the library. I found myself in a part of the library that was quieter than usual. I strolled past a few of the bookshelves and saw Daniella browsing. She was wearing a white blouse that looked like it was ready to burst open due to her large breasts. It looked as if it had been painted on her. Her black skirt hugged her narrow hips and hid most of her long, slender legs, stopping at mid-calf. Her black high heeled shoes and the bottom of her skirt brought my attention to her smooth calves. Her black hair was pulled back into a bun, and her black rimmed glasses emphasised the milky whiteness of her skin. I could feel my cock awaken at the sight of her. Taking a deep breath, I casually walked between the shelving to talk to her. As I approached, I could see that I was in the Romance section. You know the type of stories; virgin maidens being kidnapped by pirate masters and taken back to their ships where they learn about pleasures that they've never dreamed of. They usually make women all hot and bothered, but unless there are pictures, men aren't interested.

"Don't tell me you like to read this stuff!" I said, walking up beside her. "All of the stories are the same. If it isn't some cowboy or pirate, it's a barbarian. I swear they use the same story, they just change the characters."

"So you read these too?" she replied. It wasn't the flirtatious tone that you would expect to accompany such a remark; rather, it sounded very formal... almost bored.

"Maybe once or twice. I could never get past the awful descriptions of 'purple headed warriors,' and 'pleasure mounds.'"

"That's a shame." Her finger started trailing over the volumes of books on the shelf. "These books aren't meant to be great works. It doesn't matter how they are written, it's the feelings that they produce that are important."

"I guess I'll take your word for it," I managed to stumble out. Admittedly, I was taken aback by her response. She cocked her head to the side and I felt as if she was sizing me up. It was the type of look that you see an animal give when it's trying to decide if it should attack you, or lick your face.

"Surely you know what I'm talking about. Aren't you a Classics student? I would think that you of all people should appreciate what the author is attempting to do."

"I understand what the books attempt to do, but if I want to get hot and bothered, reading a romance novel is not how I go about it."

"And how do you go about it?" she asked, her eyebrow raising quizzically. 

"Usually porn. I need to be visually stimulated." I could feel my pulse quickening. This is the last way I expected this conversation to go, despite fantasizing about it until I was blue in the face... and elsewhere.

"Books like this are much more stimulating than porn. Porn presents a particular view, whereas the written word allows you to fill everything in; the sounds, the smells, the way the bodies move.... It allows you to create your own fantasy, while porn is the fantasy of someone else. It's your own fantasy that is always more erotic." Daniella moved closer to me. She smelled like vanilla. I found this ironic since it was becoming clear that there was nothing 'vanilla' about Daniella.

"There are plenty of studies that demonstrate that men are much more visual when it comes to arousal." I almost winced as the words came out. A beautiful woman is talking about what turns women on, and I'm referencing clinical studies! For all my smooth talk, I'm such a dork!

"Is that a fact?" The corners of Daniella's mouth twitched up. The self-knowing smirk on her face was like an open book to me. I knew exactly where this was going to end up. "So you prefer visual stimulation?" Her hand slide up over her breasts and she undid the top three buttons of her blouse. Her large breasts, free from her tight blouse, pushed it open and revealed her white bra underneath. "How's this?" she asked, licking her lips. "Do you find this visually stimulating?"

"Very..." I couldn't take my eyes off her cleavage. I could feel my cock getting hard. At least that explains my lousy reply. The blood from my brain was now flowing elsewhere.

Daniella undid the rest of her blouse. The skin underneath was as milky white as the rest of her. "And what about this?" She took a step back and held her blouse open, allowing me a better view.

"That is even more stimulating," I replied. "However, I prefer my visual stimulation closer." I had managed to regain some composure, but I was still somewhat flustered. I knew that unless I stopped talking, I was going to end up sounding like a complete idiot and I would blow my chances with her. When a girl opens her blouse for you, the last thing she wants is to talk with a guy who looks like he's chewing on his tongue. I hooked my fingers under the top of her skirt and pulled her against me. She could feel my erect cock pressed against her, and she rubbed her hips against it. I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. A soft moan escaped her lips as her hand slide around the back of my neck, pulling my lips hard against hers. I could feel her tongue slide into my mouth, my own tongue seeking hers. Her other hand deftly unbuttoned my pants and slide the zipper down.

"I know you've fantasized about this," she breathlessly whispered into my ear. "I've seen you sitting at the desk with a hard-on. I would get so wet thinking about it."

"Well you don't have to fantasize now either," I said. My hands had slide over her ass and I was squeezing it while my tongue slid over her wet lips.

Daniella's hands slide down my pants and boxers. I could feel her fingers closing over my cock. My hips arched upwards, my cock sliding through her fingers. I started pulling her skirt up around her waist. At this point, I wasn't surprised to discover that she wasn't wearing panties.

She crouched down, pulling off my pants and boxers. Her mouth closed over the head of my hard cock. I moaned and thrust my hips forward as her mouth slid up and down my cock. I took off my shirt and guided her head and she sucked on me. One hand curled around my cock stroking me, while her other hand rubbed her pussy. If there was anyone nearby, they would have heard the wet sounds of Daniella sucking my cock. Her hand rubbed her pussy faster and I could hear her moaning. My cock was dripping with her saliva. It had begun to run down my balls and drip onto her breasts. It turned me on so much, I started thrusting my hips, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth, fucking it. I moaned with pleasure.

I slid my cock out of her mouth and helped her stand up. I turned her around and bent her over slightly. I guided my cock into her wet pussy. It was even warmer than her mouth, and just as wet.

"Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me hard!"

My hips began to move slowly at first, my cock sliding in and out of her. My thrusts came faster and faster, my hips slamming against her ass while she held onto the shelf in front of her. Daniella tilted her head back and arched her back, moaning loudly. My hands slid over her hips and stomach and up to her large breasts. I pulled the front of her bra down revealing her amazing breasts. I squeezed them as I continued to fuck her from behind. I sucked her earlobe while I slowed my thrusting. Her hands slid over mine, and squeezed them while I squeezed her breasts. She turned her head, kissing me from behind. Our tongues sliding against each other's. I could feel her pussy squeezing my cock. I lifted one of her legs and placed it on the shelf while I started moving inside her again. My other hand slid down and slowly started to rub her clit. Her hips rocked back and forth, matching my thrusts, her hands playing with her erect nipples. My hand rubbed her clit faster, while my cock slowly slid in and out of her. I noticed that she had been moaning for the last five minutes and was amazed that no one had come to investigate... or maybe someone had, but we didn't notice. I don't think we cared either.

My hand kept rubbing her clit faster and faster. I could feel her muscles tightening, her pussy was squeezing my cock. I moved my hand faster, her breathing was very fast.

"Cum baby. Cum on my cock," I whispered into her ear. My hand moved faster and I thrust my cock deep inside her pussy. I could feel Daniella's muscles spasm as she came, her mouth opened as she tilted her head back, a scream of pleasure slowly building. I cupped my hand over her mouth to muffle the scream that escaped her throat. Once she had quieted, I turned her around and pressed her back against the bookshelf. I pressed my lips against hers, and spread her legs with my hands so I could enter her from the front. Daniella hooked her leg around me and I slid my cock inside her. I could feel her digging her fingernails into my back as I fucked her. Her pussy was dripping, her wetness running down her thighs. I could feel my balls tightening as I was coming close to cumming. I thrust my hips faster, moaning with pleasure. I could feel her muscles tightening as another orgasm approached. I bent my head and sucked on her nipples, my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. I felt her nails dig into me as she came again. It caught me by surprise and her screams of pleasure escaped unsilenced. I was at my own breaking point.

"I'm going to cum," I moaned, tightening my muscles in order to last a little longer.

"Cum in my mouth. I want to taste your hot cum," Daniella moaned. Unable to hold out any longer, I pulled out of her. Daniella dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around my cock, sucking on the tip while her hands slide quickly up and down the shaft. I moaned as I ejaculated in her mouth. I could hear her moan as she sucked out my cum, swallowing all of it. I breathed in deeply, the sweat dripping off my body. This was better than anything I ever fantasized about.

We quickly dressed. I looked extremely dishevelled and sweaty, like I had just gone for a jog in one-hundred degree heat. Daniella, however, looked just as professional as before. Except for some slight blush in her cheeks, no one could tell that she and I had just fucked like rabbits.

"Will you be here studying tomorrow," she inquired, her face completely unreadable. It was as if she had forgotten what just occurred.

"Probably," I said. "But I don't know how I'll be able to focus in here after today."

"Well... if you find that your thoughts are drifting to things other than Classical literature, come to my office. I'm sure I'll be able to help you out with that." Daniella winked and slide her hand across my stomach as she walked by. Even though we had just fucked, I could feel my cock getting hard again. I thought I should go visit her in her office. She did say she could help me out. I still don't understand why Dartmuth isn't more popular.



The Librarian



She sat quietly behind the circulation desk, gently tapping her terminal screen with a pencil. She seemed almost the stereotype, with wire-frame glasses, fair skin and red hair cut in a pageboy. Her blouse was gray, with puffed out sleeves and collar so high that you cold see almost none of her neck. Her long, plaid skirt was woolen, though it hugged her hips in a most sensual way. Her jewelry was plain, only a single gold band worn on her left hand. So engrossed was she with her work, that she barely noticed my approach, not even looking up until I stood almost above her. 

As she looked up her blouse parted, and for an instant I caught a glimpse of her breasts, full and tightly confined within her overly tight, green lace bra. 

Such an incongruous picture, the high-collared librarian wearing a push-up bra. Normally a woman who wears such an item wants to be seen, with low necklines and skin-tight blouses. But not this woman. She dressed as if she feared her passion, or needed to keep it tightly leashed. Or perhaps a secret reserved for her husband. 

"I was looking for the diaries of Anais Nin," I asked. "The computer says they're in stock." 

She smiled and, and innocently flapped her eyes in feigned innocence. "We do have that item, sir, but keep it behind the counter. There are so many who think such things do not belong in a library. And there are the teenage boys." 

I smiled and nodded. Reverend Phelps's decency crusade strikes again. Phelps opposed anything that mentioned sex in any form, much less in the more exploratory passions of Anais with Henry and June Miller. Nor had I forgotten my teenage years. Such a book would have been shown to my friends, and quickly become dog-eared as we thumbed between 'good parts'. 

Of course I had not lost my interest in the 'good parts'. But as a man I had learned the virtue of sexual tension, that a furtive glance, a finger tracing the length of ones spine, or parted skirt could do to fire the mind. And while this woman kept her voice low and eyes down turned when she handed me the volume, her fingers lingered upon it, and slid across mine as she placed it in my grasp. 

I thanked her and headed back to my kiosk, located deep in the third floor stacks. There I began to read, and take notes, comparing the life of Anais Nin to those of her characters. What a shocking libertine she must have seemed in her day, so free when women were not permitted the pleasure of touch. And as I read, I grew hard, my penis swelling with desire. 

Lost in my notes, I almost missed the sound of someone in the stacks. It was my librarian, quietly putting books away. And yet I caught her stealing glances in my direction, casting me a Cheshire smile. I am not a beautiful man, but work has hardened my body, thickened my arms with muscle. My hair is long and graying, my chest is broad and sprinkled with hair, some of which jutted from my shirt. And so when I knew she was looking I stood, so she could clearly see the bulge inside my jeans. 

Her eyes widened and she smiled shyly before turning back to her books. I watched her long fingers wrap around each volume, and carefully place it back in the stacks. And soon she looked again, head held submissively low, but her eyes locked in upon mine. She did not move when I stood and walked over to take her hand. 

"Come," I whispered and she followed, eyes delightfully downcast. I knew of a restroom in the back, small and well hidden. So I took her to that room, it's walls painted in the promises and fantasies of gay men. How many men had used this room as I intended to? Her chest was heaving as the lock clicked shut behind us. 

"I shouldn't," she whispered, but her voice was laughing and her fingers traced my hip. I took her hair in my hands, and pulled her head back, covering her mouth with mine. Her lips were soft and wet and she opened them in invitation. I traced the outline of her lips with my tongue before pushing it deep inside. My thigh slid between hers and she clamped her legs about it in hunger. Her breasts were milky white, and seemed to swell beneath her bra. Pressed by time, I did not dawdle. Each button seemed to take forever until her blouse fell away, and she opened her bra for me. 

Her nipples were pale, and stiff, but they quickly darkened between my finger and thumb. She moaned softly as I pinched them, her mouth sucking hard upon my tongue. I could feel the closeted animal insider her breaking free, as slowly she humped my thigh. Her fingers squeezed my bottom as she thrust herself against me. 

I was hard, my penis flooded with blood, trembling and tense, rubbing against her belly, I broke our kiss and slid down to take her left nipple into my mouth, and bit down, pinning it for my tongue. I heard he cry softly, clamping her mouth shut to stifle the noise. But she reached down to help me when I went for the clasp of her skirt, which fell with a shimmy upon the floor beneath her. Her bare sex was easily visible beneath her sheer green panties. The fabric seemed to pull her lips apart, pink and glistening. My fingers slipped beneath the waistband, and my index finger parted her labia. 

Her hips moved in semicircles, gently thrusting and her hands lifted her breasts in offering, trying to force them deeper into my mouth. She was wet, slick and her pussy sucked my fingers inside like a vacuum, one then two, and she clamped down upon them as I twisted them inside her. I felt her pussy convulse and she pressed her mouth against my hair to muffle her cries of joy. 

I took her then and turned her back, turning her toward the radiator. She placed her hands on the cool metal and bent over, raising her bottom in offering. I felt her shiver as my fingers unlatched my belt, and slid down my zipper. I pulled on her hair and kissed her again from behind, as my cock slid upon the crack of her ass. And then I asked her if she was ready to be fucked. 

She looked back and smiled as I unwrapped the condom, raising her hips in invitation. And I came to her, and slipped myself inside. 

She was slick and hot, and she moved her hips with fury, pushing against me as if more cock was the only thing that might keep her alive. I pulled her hair and tongued her ear. At first she whispered, whimpering gently, and then grew more insistent, asking me to take her harder. I could not help but comply, for each stroke took a bit more of my control, sucking me into the stage where lust turns all men into animals. 

I took one of my fingers, still moist with her juices and began to caress her anus. She cried out sharply, and then pushed back against me. My finger slid inside, and it was in that position that we reached our peak, fighting hard to keep the noise down.  

Quietly I wrapped my arms around her and we rocked together as I grew soft and finally slipped from her sex. She turned and knelt before me, licking me clean like a kitten, before stuffing me back in my pants and zipping up. 

She stood and brushed herself, redoing her skirt and bra, buttoning up that high collar. A quick freshening in the mirror and then she leaned back, legs provocatively parted. "If there are any other books you require, sir, you must request them now. I'm afraid the library will close shortly." 

"If I need another book, I will tell you tomorrow." 

"Yes," she hissed. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will want more than a finger in my bottom. Or better yet, tonight after dinner." 

She kissed me once, slipped out the door, and quietly resumed putting her books away.



The Librarian



"The library is closing in 15 minutes."

The young man nodded and rubbed his eyes. It was later than he thought, apparently. This research project was steadily draining away his soul; with every annotation and quote (citations included) his bones felt a little heavier and he lost a bit more will to live. Why had he chosen such an obscure topic? The table (which could seat six people) was completely covered with books, photocopies, index cards and paper coved with notes that were impossible to read. Almost all of the material before him had tantalizingly promised information on his subject, but in reality only teased him with oblique references and long, sidestepping passages about how obscure the idea was. He was beginning to wonder if anyone had actually done field research on this at all.

"Will you be checking out any of these?"

He looked up- he had forgotten about the poor librarian, who now eyed the plethora of encyclopedias with a measure of resignation. She must not have been the same librarian as this afternoon, he thought, looking at her; he didn't recognize her and wouldn't have thought she worked here were it not for the shiney, plastic ID card. She was short, but she was also quite thin which gave her the illusion of appearing taller. When she looked pointedly at her watch, he saw that her nails were bitten. 

"No, no," he replied, standing, "I won't be taking any of these." Bloody useless literature.

"Oh," she said, her jawline becoming hard. Suddenly, her eyes, which had been on his face, slid to one side and stared over his shoulder. He realized, taking a quick look around at the inactivity of the library, that she must be the last librarian on duty- she would have to reshelve all these books herself and many of them were from top shelves. He thought about her working late because of him; then he thought about going home to his cold, unsympathetic computer screen to type up the day's worthless research.

"Would you like help putting these away?"

She regarded him sharply with piercing hazel eyes. He shuffled his feet and brushed sandy brown hair out of his eyes, trying to look respectable. She stared at him a long time, clearly debating with herself as she looked him up and down one last time, taking in all six-foot-three of him before briskly turning on her heel saying, "I'll go get a cart."

She returned with one standard-issue beige library cart (squeaky wheel included) just after he finished collecting his notes and stowing them in his bag. She began to stack thick reference books on it with a rhythmic, mechanical intensity. He stepped around the table, scooping up books as he went and dumping them on the cart with a loud metallic crash. He earned himself a dark look from the corner of his companion's eyes but she said nothing and finished loading. 

Pushing the cart ahead of her, the little librarian headed for the elevator with quick steps. She was wearing heels with her short, grey skirt. Flat-footed, she wouldn't even reach his chest. It made him feel like a giant. 

"We'll start on the top floor," she said. 

"Ok." 

They waited obediently until the elevator arrived and they could cram in together with the full cart. This elevator, in addition to being unusually small, was also unusually slow. It felt awkward to stand in complete silence until the fourth floor, so Thomas fished around for something to say.

"My name's Thomas."

"Emily," she answered after a pointed silence, glancing sidelong at him.

"Nice to meet you."

Ding!

Thomas followed her to the section of the library dealing with medicine. The college no longer had a large medical program, so these books were largely neglected. Thomas grabbed a few books at random and started the exciting game of seek-and-find against his arch-nemesis, the Dewey decimal system. Everything seemed to be on the bottom shelf, so he knelt to shelve them, but was startled by another loud, metallic noise. 

Emily was standing on one of those rickety library stepstools with the unreliable wheels. She stood on her toes to reach the top shelf even as the stool wobbled wildly under her. Thomas quickly got up and stood behind her, afraid that she would fall, but she waved him off, so he took a step back. He took another book from the cart and immediately saw its place on the second shelf right in front of him. He reached down to put it back, then realized that he was kneeling beside a woman in a short skirt. He hesitated before standing again, not wanting her to notice that he was in an opportune position, but still uncompromisingly struck by overwhelming curiosity. Carefully, he rose and looked ever-so-slightly to the right as he did so.

Smooth, pale skin... gently curving calves... warm, soft thighs. Thomas's fingers itched to confirm his hypothesis. He saw a tiny scar about the size of his thumbnail right in the place where creamy thigh becomes firm ass. He swallowed and finished standing. He busied himself with the books until there were no more to put back in this section and Emily came down from her lofty perch. 

"Periodicals are on the third floor. History is on the second, I think," he said, trying both to recall his first journey through the book stacks and to keep his voice from cracking.

"Mmm." She leaned over the cart briefly to check the numbers on the book spines, but also unintentionally afforded Thomas an excellent view of the contents of her white blouse. Apparently, she was wearing a lacy pink bra on the job. He closed his eyes and tried to keep the impure thoughts to a minimum... at least for the next minute or two.

One elevator trip later, Thomas was sliding old, fragile newspapers onto those weird bamboo-stick organizers while Emily shelved magazines a safe distance away. He had accidentally stood on the same side of the cart as her in the elevator and felt the heat radiating from her body the whole, painfully slow, ride down. He wondered how hot her skin would be to the touch, how she would feel under her skirt around the... no! You still have at least one more elevator ride with her, he thought. Try not to make an ass out of yourself just yet. 

He snapped back to reality in time to see that he was about to tear the front page of a paper from 1951. The newspapers were returned with considerably more care after that.

"Are you finished?" Emily stood with her arms crossed under her breasts and a flushed face. 

"Yes. Well... almost. This is the last one."

"Good." She turned away briskly, the hem of her skirt flaring out (hadn't that skirt been longer before?) and retrieved the cart.

Thomas nodded and mentally steeled himself.

The first elevator ride down had been hard, but the second one was torture. He became very aware of Emily's perfume that threatened to drive him insane. As if to taunt him further, she acquired an itch on her ankle that required her to bend over to scratch. I am going to hell, Thomas thought, turning his face away and enjoying the cold metal interior of the elevator against his cheek.

He breathed a sigh of relief once they were safely parted in the bookshelves and he was free of her immediate allure. This was becoming difficult. She was just the sort of girl to reject him for an innocent cup of coffee, much less tolerate a desperate grope in the history section. His jeans tightened just thinking about it. Her pert breast in his palm... her lips parted and breathing heavily... a splash of red across her cheeks. Thomas smacked his forehead lightly against a shelf and suppressed a groan. 

"Excuse me." 

Thomas jerked upright. Emily stood there with two heavy books in each hand, clearly waiting for him to get out of the way. Thomas tried to look as if he hadn't just been thinking about fucking her and stumbled back until she had enough room to once again bend over (hadn't this girl ever knelt?) and put them away. He stood there like a giant dumb... something until she straightened and gave him a quizzical look.

"Are you feeling well?"

"...I ... Uh, yes."

"Ok." She turned to go.

"Emily... I..."

"Yes?"

He took a large, lumbering step towards her. His brain told him that she should have run away, but instead she seemed to stand taller and lean in towards him. He seized her by the shoulders and leaned down to kiss her. It was an innocent enough kiss for how oppressively amorous he felt — he even managed to keep his tongue in his own mouth where it belonged — but he felt instantly after that he had grossly overstepped his bounds. He released her instantly as if she had burned him. 

Or, rather... he would have had she not passionately returned his kiss with an ardent embrace.

His brain was slow in realizing what was happening, but his body certainly wasted no time. He crushed her mouth to his, swallowing her kiss with greedy hunger and let his hands sear her body, touching her everywhere he thought he might be allowed. Her fingernails raked his scalp as she took large, messy clumps of hair in her grasp, seeking to pull him closer and give her leverage on him. One of her legs twined around his.

Finally, Thomas allowed himself to test out his earlier theory and stroke her thighs, brushing his thumb against the raised scar before moving on to cup her ass under the skirt. Each of her little gasps, though muffled by their kiss, was exquisite. He felt her hands fumble at her chest to unbutton her blouse and give him a proper view of her tantalizing pink underwear. One of his hands easily engulfed an entire breast, but he remained gentle enough to feel the raised bud through the lace and graze it with a forefinger. 

Emily broke their kiss with a sharp gasp. Thomas took this opportunity to trail fiery kisses down her slender throat and across one collarbone. This bra had clasps in the front so precious minutes need not be wasted fumbling to free it. He put this extra time to good use employing his tongue to sweep broad circles around one free nipple while his hand caressed the other. Her hands twitched in his hair and she made high 'ah!' sounds every time his tongue raked directly over the bud. He endeavored to produce this sound as many times as possible, pausing once to switch breasts. 

When a strangled "oh... god..." escaped her lips, Thomas couldn't stand it anymore. He rose from his half-crouched stance and took her with him, easily lifting her in his arms. He strode quickly into the next aisle where the convenient book cart waited and set her on it, rolling it close to the bookshelf. Here, he fell to his knees and kissed the inside of her thigh. He ignored the hesitant whimper in Emily's throat, instead pulling up the hem of her skirt to reveal the matching pink pair of panties. 

Slowly, perhaps to give her a moment to compose herself, Thomas's fingertips trailed light lines up the insides of her thighs. He smelled her heady, thick scent even from this distance and it made his cheeks burn. He contemplated his next move for a moment and looked into her eyes to steady himself. Emily met his gaze with determined steadiness, even as his fingers hooked into the waistband of her thong. He waited, hardly breathing, until he received the tiniest of nods before removing the article of clothing entirely.

Her scent was overwhelming, and it became obvious what he intended. Thomas resumed his line of kisses, starting above the knee and working his way inward until he was brushing his lips against hers. Emily's hands gripped her thighs so hard that her knuckles were white. Thomas took either hand in his own and reattached them to his hair so she wouldn't bruise herself. He then gladly set about the task of soaking her sex with his saliva. Above him, somewhere, she moaned, but her taste was enthralling. He lapped eagerly everywhere he could reach, driving his tongue into her as far as he was able as she tightened around him. 

Suddenly, he withdrew, producing a frustrated moan. Thomas rocked back on his knees, meeting her eyes again and strongly suppressing the desire to have his way with her old-school style (bashing her over the head with a club, unnecessary), but unable to proceed in any other fashion. He tried desperately to think of what he could do that wouldn't make him seem like an insensitive oaf. 

Emily, cheeks flaming, came to his rescue. Carefully, she dismounted the library cart, unintentionally swinging her hips toward him and rolling another dizzying wave of her scent over him. She pushed him back until he sat flush against the bookshelf behind him. With agonizing daintiness, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, releasing some of the oppressive tension and heat from his crotch. Mouth agape, Thomas watched as she took his member in both hands and stroked it lightly. Too lightly- it felt good, but she was ultimately ineffective. He tried not to whine like a puppy.

She leaned down and planted a burning kiss on his head before taking him into her mouth. He could have cried with relief. Her tongue swirled deftly around his tip. She sucked his tip tenderly and took him deeper. Each time he thought she had been filled as much as she was able, she would swing her head back and then take more, pressing the flat of her tongue to his underside. Were he standing, Thomas would have collapsed, but thankfully, he had only to lean back and watch while she sucked, licked and kissed him.

Emily had yet one more surprise for him. Keeping one hand firmly on his shaft to help continue to guide him into her mouth, she snaked her other hand into his pants to cup his balls gently in her fingers. Thomas couldn't suppress the half-moan-half-gasp in his throat as she softly rolled them in her fingertips. Desperately, he tried to think of his research. Calipers... Leeches... Holy symbols... Holy fuck this feels good... No! Must save face... Thomas sat up a little straighter and reached out to fondle a breast. This produced a hitch in the rhythm of Emily's swinging head; an opportunity that Thomas quickly seized. 

He took the tiny librarian in his arms. She threw her arms around his neck and locked her ankles behind his back as he urgently pressed her against the shelves. He could feel her heat against him, her wetness dripping down his shaft. Thomas swallowed and tried to calm himself, but his hands shook, his face burned and he didn't know if he would be able to control himself.

For the second time, Emily saved the night. A cool hand brushed his brow, drawing his eyes to hers, and rested lightly on the back of his neck. She steered him to her entrance and let only enough weight fall on it as to promise ecstasy. Thomas needed no prompting to thrust sharply upward and take her all at once. Emily's head fell softly to one side with her red lips parted. He took her again with one powerful stroke. This time, she sighed and arched her back. He took her hips in his hands and drove himself into her again and again. Her sighs became gasps, which became sharp cries that made his skin tingle. She clutched his back and buried her face in his shoulder, panting and riding out his furious lust.

He kissed her shoulder, stroked her ass and drove forward with every fiber of his being. There was nothing in the world he could want more than to feel this right now. His eyes rolled up and squeezed shut, holding off the black at the edges of his vision. He remained vaguely aware of the sounds the woman in his arms was making, but concentration was proving difficult... if not impossible. He shuddered when a sudden grip seized his spine like a giant, electric hand and bent him double around Emily. She tightened around him, pulling him off the cliff of reality into the abyss of oblivious pleasure.

Luckily, he kept himself from crushing Emily en route to the floor, otherwise holding her loosely in one arm might have been more awkward. They lay in the aisle together, recovering in silence. Thomas's eyelids grew heavy, but the floor was quite uncomfortable and it was beginning to cause pain in the back of his head. However, he waited until Emily sat up, not wanting to disturb her. She stood up and brushed herself off, rearranging her clothing until it was decent again. She glanced at him as he fastened his jeans and quickly pushed the cart away without a word. Did he do something wrong?

He found her in the next aisle, reshelving the last few books with renewed vigor. There was clearly nothing left to be done, so Thomas stood there awkwardly, looking dazed and taking up too much space. He followed her and the cart back to the elevator and, after a silent elevator ride, to the front desk. 

"The library is open tomorrow from 10 AM to 9 PM," she said politely, typing something on the computer, "It's a Friday, so we close early."

Thomas glanced at his watch. "It's only 10:30 now... I mean, I know you're busy but... I mean, if you want... My apartment is only a few blocks away and I'd like it if you came over for coffee... or something." Damnit, why did he have to blush now?

The sound of typing paused. Emily looked at him, the green in her eyes glittering.

"Or maybe tomorrow!" he added without grace, trying to save the situation.

Slowly, like the moon sailing out from behind a dark mountain, she smiled. "I would love to go home with you. Would you like to help me lock up?"

"Of course!"



The Librarian



Bent over on the couch Rebecca has her panties down to her knees with her right hand between her legs with two fingers shoved in as far as they would go into her pussy. Her juices steadily slide down the back of her hand and dripping onto the couch beneath her as she moans softly to herself.

The door to the small lounge opens hurriedly with two figure stepping through. "This is the one I've told you about," one of them says.

Instantly Rebecca jumps up with a gasp of surprise. "S-sorry!" she says quickly, her large breasts bouncing outside of her shirt. "I-I'll leave immeadia—" she begins to say when one of the figures, a woman, presses a finger to her lips, cutting her off.

"Shhh!" the woman says. "Don't you dare leave. Plus it's us who should be apologizing to you for killing that nice little buzz you had going. Let's get it back on track shall we?"

"B-but..." Rebecca tries to say, but the woman twirls her lip around with her finger interrupting Rebecca again.

"Now, now," the woman says. "We...are...not...talking. We...are...getting...back...on...track."

"But...the door," Rebecca protests.

"Well! If you are so intent on using your mouth."

"Mmph! Mmmm." Her protests are stopped short as the woman places her fingers in Rebecca's mouth, forcing her to start sucking on them.

"So much to learn," the woman says. "Like how much time you lost track of doing your business. The library is closed for the day. Nobody left here but us three." A smile crosses the woman's face. "Nobody left to come save you."

The woman plucks her fingers from Rebecca's mouth eliciting an Ah! from her. "I think that pretty little mouth of yours needs something bigger to keep it busy." She grabs a hold of one of Rebecca's breasts. "One of these should do nicely." And she grabs the back of Rebecca's head and shoves her breast, nipple first, into her mouth.

"Mmm," the other woman moans. "This hand was doing some good work. She settles in behind the young girl and places the already wet hand back into her pussy. "There you go, right where you left off. Your honey is pretty sweet. Now how about some sugar?" she says leaning in to kiss Rebecca deeply.

A tap on the shoulder of the second woman from the first stops the kiss making Rebecca to give a questioning look.

"Don't mind us, keep showing what you got," the first woman says.

The two women step away and begin whispering to each other.

"What's the deal?" the second asks almost angrily.

"I wanted to give her some space and get a good look at her."

"You couldn't wait two seconds until after I was finished kissing her?"

"Aw, poor baby," the first woman says with a smile.

"Shut up. Mmmm, she is cute, isn't she? Not sure if I like her better with or without her glasses."

"You didn't tell me about her sweet mouth."

"Could have told you now, if you had let us finish our kiss."

"Still on that? I like her hair too and that tight little body."

"Let's go further than we agreed."

"Okay. A little further. She doesn't look very relaxed tight now though."

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Uhh! Uhh! Ahh! Ooh!" Rebecca moans as she drives her middle finger over her clit again and again.

"Feeling shy, honey?" the first woman asks.

"A-a l-little," Rebecca replies meekly. "Not used to doing this with an audience.

"Well my friend and I are all about audiences," the first woman says. "No worries. I think I know how to even out the comfort level in here," she says as she begins unzipping her pants.

She turns to the second woman and says, "Would you be a dear and lend me a hand to assist?" You and I both know you could use the practice."

"You," the second says grinning, "are so going to pay for that! Get on that table."

"You paying attention?" the first asks Rebecca.

The young woman put er hand to her mouth and nods vigorously.

"Ahh! Yes!" the first woman screams. "Fuck me with that yummy finger! Nice and deep. Ah! A-ah! Ah!"

The second giggles. "Check it out. I know you asked her about paying attention but she got comfy and into it real quick."

Ohh! So our little pervy girl really likes to watch, eh? We'll give her a show. Pick up the pace."

Rebecca so turned on by what she sees jabs her fingers deeper into her pussy while sucking off her juices from the other.

"Ooh! I think she liked the sound of that. She's giving it a little extra now," the first says.

"What the hell? She wants to race? Little upstart has a lead too. It's on!"

"Ahhhh!" Rebecca moans loudly as she drives her finger in and out a piston.

"Come on! Faster!" the first growls. "We have ground to gain! "Ahh! Aw, yeah! T-that's it! More dammit!"

The second woman pumps her fingers furiously into the first's pussy.

"Uhh! Uhh! Uhhhhh! Ahh! Ahh! Yes! Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhhh!"

Rebecca still racing hard now has her panties down to her ankles, driving her finger in from top to bottom then in as deep as she could go.

"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Oh! Ooooohhh! Ooh ah! Ah! Mmmm! Uuh! Uuh! Ah! Ah! Ahh! I-I-I'm g-gonna!"

"Sounds like both of you are close now," the first says.

"Oh, y-yeah!" the first screams. "Al...most...there!"

"Not...before m-meeee!"

"Good," the second smiles widely. Suddenly the second woman stops and pulls out her fingers then gabs Rebecca's hand.

"Ah! H-hey!" the young woman protests.

"Wha—? N-no! So close..."

Who would have cum first Rebecca dear?" the second woman asks. "Oh, wonder, wonder."

"Goddamn tease," Rebecca snaps. "Tease happy little—"

"I can see why Adrian finds you so frustrating," Raven says.

"I said you were going to pay, Raven," Adrian smiles. "Sorry Raven. Didn't want Rebecca to have to finish up alone"

"Oh, we're going to finish up alright," Raven says. "Have you ever sexed up a woman?"

"Nope," Adrian says.

"Wanna learn how?" Raven asks. "Wanna learn now?"

"Yeah," she says with enthusiasm. "Hell yeah!"

Both Rebecca and Raven grin at each other then pounce on top Adrian, tackling her to the couch.

"I've seen these before," Rebecca says as Adrian's breasts press hard against her own.

"Now that you have your hands on them, what are you gonna do with them?" Raven asks.

"Mmmm," Rebecca moans and her lips sink over Adrian's nipple.

"Ahh, that's a girl," Adrian coos.

"Good decision, Rebecca," Raven confirms. "Because Adrian really like it when you pull on them with your lips." She latches on the free breasts and pulls on her nipple with her mouth.

"Oh?" Rebecca says. "You mean like this?" she asks mimicking the gesture.

Raven breaks off suddenly and gets behind Rebecca to smack her ass, driving her to move on top of Adrian and driving their pussies to rub together.

"Ooh! Moist!" Rebecca moans.

"So are you," Adrian agrees.

They start grinding against each other, clit against clit until they both orgasm. When they finally come to a stop Raven pokes Rebecca's ass and says, "Damn! You two are really doing it for me. Watching Rebecca's ass makes me sorry that I don't have any lube."

Rebecca smiles. "Well, if you're gentle enough."

A sly grin crosses Raven's face. "My goodness!" She places a finger at the edge of Rebecca's asshole. "You are a naughty, naughty...girl!" Then she presses the finger in hard eliciting a loud gasp from the young woman.

"Mmm, you two fucking hot numbers need to cum!" Raven shouts and starts pistoning her finger in and out of Rebecca's ass."

"A-ah hah! Ah! Ah! Ah-hah! Ah! Ah! Ahh!" Rebecca moans. "I-I-I'm c-cumming!"

"Ooh! Oh! Ah! Ah-ahah! Ah! Ah! God!" Adrian yells. "Her gyrations! Can't stop!"

Both women explode in orgasm causing them to convulse which only further intensifies their satisfaction when their pussies rub together harder and faster.

When they finally settle Raven asks, "To what do you credit your expertise in the being sexy field?"

Rebecca smiles. "I worked my butt off."

The three burst out in laughter. When the laughter subsides Rebecca says, "I'm supposed to be helping a student with their studying."

Adrian grins. "Better contact them and say you're gonna be late."

Rebecca smiles. "Yes, very late."



The Librarian



"Excuse me, Mr. Calan, Ian Calan. I do believe you have an overdue book. Do you have it with you?" I ask, looking up over my wire-rimmed glasses, to the boy in the middle of a pack of sophomores.

"Oiy, I have it, just not on me. Can I get an extension or something?" Ian replies, walking over to the desk and away from his whistling, obnoxious mates.

I blush slightly. Ian is cute and when he speaks, he just captures my attention.

"Yes, I just need you to swipe your card and I can take off the fine manually," I reply.

"Anything for you, Miss," Ian replies quietly as he leans on the wooden counter closer to me. 

I do not see him swipe his card, making the computer chirp behind me. "OH," I gasp, surprised and blushing. "It seems your card is demagnetized. I can help you, but you will have to come with me into the back," I say, looking down at the wooden counter top to avoid making eye contact.

"Yes, Miss, um miss, what did you say your name was?" he asks, walking right behind the desk and joining me at the door to the back offices.

Oh god, he was doing something. He was so charming, so attentive and engaging. Was I so lonely that he could play me so easily? Did he know I was completely falling for it? I was just blushing and breathing faster. He was right next to me, following me into the empty offices. If I fell, he could have caught me. I was so lightheaded; something about him was driving my body mad. His scent, a mixture of a morning application of Old Spice, an active teen, and beer breath was more than I could handle. I walked with him closely behind until we reached the magnetizing machine. I stopped short just in front of it and he almost walked into me. I turned around quickly as he slipped his arm behind my back. I was facing him.

"And your name? I want to know what name to whisper in your ear as I make you cum for me," he said, making me shiver.

"My name is Jessica," I said as I gasped in, almost swallowing my words.

"Mmm, Miss Jessica, I sure like the way that sounds," Ian says as he pulls my fast towards him. I can feel his hard stomach and the bulge of his pants against me.

"But," I try to say... "here," I just say through a roughly pressed, beer-flavored kiss. I can barely stand up at how powerful his is over me. I just want him, I just want so much more of him. I am unable to control myself and throw my arms around his incredible chiseled waist. His body is so hard and scent is so powerful, I was helpless.

I felt him grinding into my small waist, his cock was swelling in his pants and I liked how hard he was pinning me against the slide-copying machine. His other hand was massaging my breast through my shirt while his hips had me pinned tight. With both hands now, he rubs and presses at my pink-tipped breasts. As if he could read my mind, he starts unbuttoning my blouse, pulling it off of my shoulders along with my nude camisole top.

"Oh yes," I murmur within a sea of needy kisses and tightly pinned bodies.

"Yes, Jessica, I want you to beg me," Ian says before kissing and suckling my bottom lip into his mouth.

He is so forward, so confident. How is he doing this to me? I am twice his age, but I can't say no to how he is making my body feel. 

"Ahhhh, yes," I groan as his mouth cups my soft nipple and flicker it with his tongue. He bobs and presses my round globes, the amazing sensation sending shocks of electricity through my body, as my sensitive nipples become long and hard.

"You like that, Miss Jessica?" he breaks to ask. "Tell me how much you like it."

"Oh yes, I like that very much, very much, Ian, " I squeak out as his teeth tug on my protruding red tips. I feel my legs shaking under me as he reaches down and hoists me up onto the machine.

"Now what do you have on under that skirt?" Ian asks as he slides up the fabric of my lined woolen skirt. "Oh, you have thigh-high stockings and a garter, just what I like on my older librarians," he slips his hands up on the inside of my thighs, pressing them open as my skirt slips all the way up to my hips.

"You do this often, seducing librarians almost twice your age?" I ask back with shallow breath in a teasing tone.

"No, but I am thinking about taking it up as a serious hobby, considering how much I am enjoying this," he teases, licking my ear after whispering his reply.

I arch forward into his strong, tall body as he slips a finger under my garter and snaps it, playfully. I gasp and moan into this young man and feel his fingers tickling at my panties. I lift my leg up carefully into his crotch and rub at his bulging cock through his jeans with my stocking-covered foot. I stroke back between his legs and feel his balls with the top of my foot. His light moan pleases me greatly. His thumb grazes my little button and I gasp in sharply. He rubs at my lips and I try to not move.

"Are you going to get wet for me, Miss Jessica? I want to make a wet spot in your panties. Would you like that?" he asks rubbing in a circle, spreading my lips open to his eager thumb.

"Oh yes, please... I think I am..." I whine in response as I feel my pearl of cum slip down from inside me and soak into my panties under his aggressive thumb.

"You are such a good girl, Jessica, cumming in your panties for me," he complimented as he presses my warm wet cloth in between my swollen, pink lips.

I moan, my body overcome with unbelievable pleasure at the aggressive, knowledgeable touches of this young man.

Without a word, he grabs my legs and lifts them up spreading them open, lowering my back onto the flat tabletop section of the copy machine as he bends over seeking my honeypot. I feel his lips rubbing onto my cum-moistened panties, my foot still rubbing at his large, twitching cock. He opens his mouth and I feel his teeth scratching at my sensitive cunny through the soaked cloth. I manage to unbutton the top of his jeans with my foot and ease the zipper down, his bulge so fucking huge in his boxer briefs. 

"Miss Jessica, are you going for my cock?" he asks rubbing his throbbing member into my foot.

"Yes I am. It's so big," I gasp, using both feet to push his jeans down over his hips. His cock is driving me wild as he scratches and rubs my swollen pussy through my panties. He gathers the crotch together and pulls it up between my lips, hammocking my clit as he jerks up on my taught underwear.

I moan loudly and work my sticking-covered feet under the waistband of his briefs, then tug them down to release his cock. Rocking my hips forward, I feel the burn of the tight panties jammed between my splayed lips. My abused, hard clit are enjoying every touch, pull and bite.

As his cock bounces out, huge and pointing slightly to the right, he lifts my hips and rips off my cum covered panties. He brings them to his face and inhales deeply, smiling as he takes them away.

"Open up, Miss Jessica. We need to keep you quiet as I fuck that sweet pussy of yours," he teases.

I open my mouth, unsure of his intentions. Quickly, he balls up my wet panties and stuffs it into my gaped mouth. I grunt in surprise.

"You look so hot like that, Miss Jessica. Now I want to see you with my dick in your pussy," he says in almost a whisper as he rotates his hips, bringing his cock head to my pink, puffy lips. He rubs up and down my slit with his girthy cock. I had never seen a cock so thick and long. He holds it at my hole and asks for something odd,

"Give me your ID card from around your neck," he asks cock still almost like if I didn't agree he might stop. I quickly bend my head forward and slip the lanyard off over my head and hand it to him.

He takes the card and smiles, "You are a very beautiful woman, Miss Jessica." He begins to take off the plastic ID card, laying it to the side and clicks the metal clip with a very naughty smile on his face.

"Wha re you goin to do with tha," I ask nervously through my panty-stuffed mouth.

"You will love it, I promise," he chortles back.

Ian leans over and slaps my clit and slit hard, then spits right on my clit, I feel it slip down his cock head there to rub it around my hole. He spreads open my taut lips and aims his cock inside of me.

I moan loudly as his cock head expands my pussy hole. I moan again as he presses the fattest part of his cap into me, gaping me... I whine with every short breath, knowing this is the biggest cock I have ever had. Laying my head back and arching into him, I feel his fingers working my little button up and down. I jerk around at this amazing and powerful feeling, then I feel him holding the clip over my clit and in one second, he works my clit from its hood and snaps the clip onto my throbbing button. I then feel his cock thrust inside me deep. I scream loudly, muffled by the panties. The intense pain feeling like pleasure as he fucks my pussy very strong and holds the lanyard-clip like reigns.

I scream again as he fucks his entire length into my tight pussy and pulls up on my clit sharply.

"You like my cock inside you Miss Jessica, do you like me abusing your clitty too? " He bends over to whisper, "Now cum on my cock. Release your pussy juice and soak me. Do it now." He pulls up sharply on my clit making me kick my legs which he quickly pins under his arms.

"Cum now, librarian slut... " Ian says sternly as he pulls my clit and fucks his cock into me balls-deep.

As commanded I gasp for shallow breaths as I cum hard. I feel my hot sex cover his cock and slip out of my gaped hole. As I cum, he releases the clip and rubs at my sore, now purple clit as he rides my spasming pussy. Splayed back over the machine, he grabs my tits firmly and ruts himself into me harder. Our slapping bodies and gaspy breathing is all I can hear over my drawn-out orgasm. He reaches up and pulls the panties out of my mouth as he begins to cum inside my flailing cunny. I feel his cock swell larger as he cums, stretching my thin lips even wider. I whine as my pussy spasms open and closed around his thick fuck stick. His cum, hot as fire, fills me from my cervix to my hole. He pulls out and I spray our cum out of my hole, just before he rams it back in with one push all the way inside me. My skin is so hot, his cock so large inside of me, I just continue to cum. As he slows, I whisper, "Thank you, too, Ian."

"Mmmm Miss Jessica, thank you. The most sexy librarian I have ever met," he says, letting his cock slip out of my red, swollen cunny. I push myself up onto my shoulders, still gasping for breath. He rubs his hand up and down my warm, wet slit then leans up and feeds me his hand. I lick our mixed cum off his fingers, then he kisses me, licking my lips and chin clean. I shiver in delight and then feel myself blush. I smile and start to look around for my clothes. My panties are still in his hand. He notices me looking.

"I am going to have to take these," he says rubbing the cotton on my satisfied cunt. I moan again and he fucks he slowly with the matted ball. I rub myself onto him, feeling more wetness spurt from inside of me.

"Yes, good girl. I am going to have to keep these. I hope you understand," he says bending down to retrieve his briefs and jeans from the floor around his ankles.

I nod, too shocked to reply in any other way. I would have to work for the rest of the day without panties on. Could I do that? He picks up my id tag and reattaches it to the clip on my lanyard and slips it back around my neck.

"I know you will never forget this. And neither will I," he says smiling and licking my soaked panties that he then stuffs into his front pocket. He leans over and kisses me passionately, his tongue fucking my mouth.

I hear the door open from the main library and hear, "Jessica are you back here?" from my boss. I sit up quickly and call back, "Just reformatting an ID card. I will be right out."

"Thank you, I have some books that need to be re-shelved as soon as you are finished," my boss replies.

I scramble to get off the machine as Ian buttons and zippers his jeans. I push my skirt down, slip into my shoes and re-button my shirt all at once, feeling slightly panicked.

Ian hands me his ID card and I fumblingly swipe it through the reader. I do it again and again. Finally I look up and say, "You card is fine. I am not sure why it wouldn't read up front, but it is working now."

I hand the card back to Ian, who kisses my hand and pockets his ID.

"Thank you Miss Jessica, and I will get that overdue book back very soon," he says as he turns and walks the book-lined hallway back to the main door. I follow him and right before he opens the door he turns around suddenly, puts his hand up my skirt and grabs my swollen, warm cunt.

"I will be back soon, I promise you," Ian whispers as he releases me and opens the door.

I scurry back to the main desk and take my seat in the tall chair facing the book return. I watch Ian make his way to the lounge area and I hear his friends cheer as he returns. I try to focus on my job, but I found that very difficult, as I just wanted to sit back and daydream about how amazing it was to be fucked by Ian.



The Librarian



Bent over on the couch Rebecca has her panties down to her knees with her right hand between her legs with two fingers shoved in as far as they would go into her pussy. Her juices steadily slide down the back of her hand and dripping onto the couch beneath her as she moans softly to herself.

The door to the small lounge opens hurriedly with two figure stepping through. "This is the one I've told you about," one of them says.

Instantly Rebecca jumps up with a gasp of surprise. "S-sorry!" she says quickly, her large breasts bouncing outside of her shirt. "I-I'll leave immeadia—" she begins to say when one of the figures, a woman, presses a finger to her lips, cutting her off.

"Shhh!" the woman says. "Don't you dare leave. Plus it's us who should be apologizing to you for killing that nice little buzz you had going. Let's get it back on track shall we?"

"B-but..." Rebecca tries to say, but the woman twirls her lip around with her finger interrupting Rebecca again.

"Now, now," the woman says. "We...are...not...talking. We...are...getting...back...on...track."

"But...the door," Rebecca protests. 

"Well! If you are so intent on using your mouth."

"Mmph! Mmmm." Her protests are stopped short as the woman places her fingers in Rebecca's mouth, forcing her to start sucking on them.

"So much to learn," the woman says. "Like how much time you lost track of doing your business. The library is closed for the day. Nobody left here but us three." A smile crosses the woman's face. "Nobody left to come save you."

The woman plucks her fingers from Rebecca's mouth eliciting an Ah! from her. "I think that pretty little mouth of yours needs something bigger to keep it busy." She grabs a hold of one of Rebecca's breasts. "One of these should do nicely." And she grabs the back of Rebecca's head and shoves her breast, nipple first, into her mouth.

"Mmm," the other woman moans. "This hand was doing some good work. She settles in behind the young girl and places the already wet hand back into her pussy. "There you go, right where you left off. Your honey is pretty sweet. Now how about some sugar?" she says leaning in to kiss Rebecca deeply.

A tap on the shoulder of the second woman from the first stops the kiss making Rebecca to give a questioning look.

"Don't mind us, keep showing what you got," the first woman says.

The two women step away and begin whispering to each other.

"What's the deal?" the second asks almost angrily.

"I wanted to give her some space and get a good look at her."

"You couldn't wait two seconds until after I was finished kissing her?"

"Aw, poor baby," the first woman says with a smile.

"Shut up. Mmmm, she is cute, isn't she? Not sure if I like her better with or without her glasses."

"You didn't tell me about her sweet mouth."

"Could have told you now, if you had let us finish our kiss."

"Still on that? I like her hair too and that tight little body."

"Let's go further than we agreed."

"Okay. A little further. She doesn't look very relaxed tight now though."

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Uhh! Uhh! Ahh! Ooh!" Rebecca moans as she drives her middle finger over her clit again and again.

"Feeling shy, honey?" the first woman asks.

"A-a l-little," Rebecca replies meekly. "Not used to doing this with an audience.

"Well my friend and I are all about audiences," the first woman says. "No worries. I think I know how to even out the comfort level in here," she says as she begins unzipping her pants.

She turns to the second woman and says, "Would you be a dear and lend me a hand to assist?" You and I both know you could use the practice."

"You," the second says grinning, "are so going to pay for that! Get on that table."

"You paying attention?" the first asks Rebecca.

The young woman put her hand to her mouth and nods vigorously.

"Ahh! Yes!" the first woman screams. "Fuck me with that yummy finger! Nice and deep. Ah! A-ah! Ah!"

The second giggles. "Check it out. I know you asked her about paying attention but she got comfy and into it real quick."

Ohh! So our little pervy girl really likes to watch, eh? We'll give her a show. Pick up the pace."

Rebecca so turned on by what she sees jabs her fingers deeper into her pussy while sucking off her juices from the other.

"Ooh! I think she liked the sound of that. She's giving it a little extra now," the first says.

"What the hell? She wants to race? Little upstart has a lead too. It's on!"

"Ahhhh!" Rebecca moans loudly as she drives her finger in and out a piston.

"Come on! Faster!" the first growls. "We have ground to gain! "Ahh! Aw, yeah! T-that's it! More dammit!"

The second woman pumps her fingers furiously into the first's pussy.

"Uhh! Uhh! Uhhhhh! Ahh! Ahh! Yes! Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhhh!"

Rebecca still racing hard now has her panties down to her ankles, driving her finger in from top to bottom then in as deep as she could go.

"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Oh! Ooooohhh! Ooh ah! Ah! Mmmm! Uuh! Uuh! Ah! Ah! Ahh! I-I-I'm g-gonna!"

"Sounds like both of you are close now," the first says.

"Oh, y-yeah!" the first screams. "Al...most...there!"

"Not...before m-meeee!"

"Good," the second smiles widely. Suddenly the second woman stops and pulls out her fingers then gabs Rebecca's hand.

"Ah! H-hey!" the young woman protests.

"Wha—? N-no! So close..."

Who would have cum first Rebecca dear?" the second woman asks. "Oh, wonder, wonder."

"Goddamn tease," Rebecca snaps. "Tease happy little—"

"I can see why Adrian finds you so frustrating," Raven says.

"I said you were going to pay, Raven," Adrian smiles. "Sorry Raven. Didn't want Rebecca to have to finish up alone"

"Oh, we're going to finish up alright," Raven says. "Have you ever sexed up a woman?"

"Nope," Adrian says.

"Wanna learn how?" Raven asks. "Wanna learn now?"

"Yeah," she says with enthusiasm. "Hell yeah!"

Both Rebecca and Raven grin at each other then pounce on top Adrian, tackling her to the couch.

"I've seen these before," Rebecca says as Adrian's breasts press hard against her own.

"Now that you have your hands on them, what are you gonna do with them?" Raven asks.

"Mmmm," Rebecca moans and her lips sink over Adrian's nipple. 

"Ahh, that's a girl," Adrian coos.

"Good decision, Rebecca," Raven confirms. "Because Adrian really like it when you pull on them with your lips." She latches on the free breasts and pulls on her nipple with her mouth.

"Oh?" Rebecca says. "You mean like this?" she asks mimicking the gesture.

Raven breaks off suddenly and gets behind Rebecca to smack her ass, driving her to move on top of Adrian and driving their pussies to rub together.

"Ooh! Moist!" Rebecca moans.

"So are you," Adrian agrees.

They start grinding against each other, clit against clit until they both orgasm. When they finally come to a stop Raven pokes Rebecca's ass and says, "Damn! You two are really doing it for me. Watching Rebecca's ass makes me sorry that I don't have any lube."

Rebecca smiles. "Well, if you're gentle enough."

A sly grin crosses Raven's face. "My goodness!" She places a finger at the edge of Rebecca's asshole. "You are a naughty, naughty...girl!" Then she presses the finger in hard eliciting a loud gasp from the young woman.

"Mmm, you two fucking hot numbers need to cum!" Raven shouts and starts pistoning her finger in and out of Rebecca's ass."

"A-ah hah! Ah! Ah! Ah-hah! Ah! Ah! Ahh!" Rebecca moans. "I-I-I'm c-cumming!"

"Ooh! Oh! Ah! Ah-ahah! Ah! Ah! God!" Adrian yells. "Her gyrations! Can't stop!"

Both women explode in orgasm causing them to convulse which only further intensifies their satisfaction when their pussies rub together harder and faster.

When they finally settle Raven asks, "To what do you credit your expertise in the being sexy field?"

Rebecca smiles. "I worked my butt off."

The three burst out in laughter. When the laughter subsides Rebecca says, "I'm supposed to be helping a student with their studying."

Adrian grins. "Better contact them and say you're gonna be late."

Rebecca smiles. "Yes, very late."



The Librarian



My college career was fast coming to an end as most students left campus for Spring break. Another six weeks and it would be all over and I would be on my way to Florida to begin my teaching career. I hurried up the steps of the library for my evening shift as a librarian assistant. I had to supplement my G I Bill income with a student work job and working at the library was way better than the construction job I had during my junior year. Miss Hamm, the head librarian, checked her watch as I entered the building to verify that I was on time for my shift.

Miss Hamm had been the head librarian at the university for as long as anyone could remember. If you saw her you would surely say that she must be a librarian. She was in her forties, a spinster who only wore clothes that were some shade of black, white, or gray. Her hair was always done in some fashion of a bun on top of her head. 

She wore black framed horn-rimmed glasses on a chain around her neck, no make-up or perfume. She was probably the most non-descript person I have ever known, she was neither pretty nor ugly, she was just plain. The only adornment she wore was a single strand of pearls. She loved reading the poetry of Keats, Byron, and Shelley but I also found a number of well read trashy novels like Tobacco Road and Peyton Place in the bottom drawer of her desk. 

On one occasion she showed me to the room where "sensitive" materials were kept and could only be accessed by special permission for research. Once in the room I saw a number of first edition books, original maps and manuscripts, and private letters from historical people in North Carolina. Among the items was a beautiful book containing, Kama Sutra prints. She put on a pair of gloves and opened several prints of men with engorged cocks entering women's exposed cunts in various sexual positions. I could easily see that she was turned on by the pictures and showing them to me. Her face was flushed and her breasts heaved as she tried to breathe. She attempted to tell me how rare and valuable they were but I knew she was getting off on the experience. I told her about my seeing the paintings of more than ninety sexual positions on the walls of bordellos in Pompey, Italy. Still flushed and breathing heavily she could only comment, "Oh my!" I brought the topic back to the Kama Sutra by asking if she had a favorite one. She didn't answer but said, "We need to get back to the front desk." As we left the small room I made sure she had to brush against me going out the door.

There were very few students in the library that evening so I took a cart of books into the stacks to put them back on the shelves. Miss Hamm would usually remind me to pay attention to the correct order so the next person would be able to find the right book in a timely manner. I knew the Dewy Decimal System but more and more I was finding that Miss Hamm would show up to "check" my filing and that she would often end up close to me. 

She seemed to enjoy me sharing my pictures and stories of the time I spent overseas with the Army. I had traveled to England and Scotland and could describe the areas where her favorite poets had lived, wrote many of their poems, and romanced many women of the time. She would hook a finger in the single strand of pearls and would move them back and forth as I told her of my travels. I noticed that her forearm would frequently move lightly across her breasts and she would blush as I reminded her of their reputation for womanizing.

I heard the elevator doors open as I finished putting the last books on the shelf. Miss Hamm rolled out an empty cart to start pulling books to put on reference for one of the professors. The first books were on the top shelf so she called my name and asked if I could help her reach some of the books she needed. 

Instead of moving to her side and reaching the books she needed I moved directly behind her and reached over her shoulder to remove the books from the top shelf and hand them to her to put on the cart. The front of my body was against her back. I could feel her girdle clad firm round bottom against my thighs. I lowered my face close to her neck so she could feel my breath. When she shivered from my breath on her skin I asked if it made her nipples hard. She scolded me but it was half hearted scolding at best. I lowered my hands to her hips and pulled her closer against me. I whispered, "I often think about my lips on your hard nipples." She took a deep breath as I lowered my lips to her neck. She didn't move.

My hands began pulling her skirt up to explorer her secrets only to find that she was wearing a full girdle that went from the top of her stockings to her waist. It was almost like armor plating, less for support and more for protection. My lips worked up and down her neck. One hand moved under her sweater as the other one tried to find even a small opening in her armor. Both attempts were unsuccessful in finding bare skin. My left hand massaged her breasts through her bra and my right hand found a crease in the material covering her crotch. My fingers worked in the warmth and wetness of the crease as she melted against me and began to moan and sigh. I whispered my desire to taste her nectar and inhale her aroma. Her body shuddered and almost went limp. Her chest heaved trying to catch her breath then she sighed before pushing my hand from under her skirt. Again she made a half hearted attempt at scolding me as I lifted my finger to my nose for a hint of her scent.

We heard a door open to the stacks but before letting go I told her, "I work tomorrow night too so wear a garter belt instead of that damn girdle." I took the list of books to be pulled from her hand and kissed her neck again then moved off to get back to work. She stood there for several minutes collecting herself before leaving the stacks. She remained in her office the rest of the evening and thanked me for finishing the pull list and putting them into the reference section before we said "Good night".

The next night was also slow with most of the students gone for the long weekend. I worked the front desk and Miss Hamm stayed in her office. The two other students on duty worked the stacks pulling books or putting them back on the shelves. I was wondering what was going to happen when she came out to the front desk and sent the others home asking if I would stay and put a few new books on the shelf when we locked up. Of course I agreed. 

When the last student left Miss Hamm and I moved out to the front. She locked the door as I returned several chairs to under the tables. She turned off the main lights and headed back to her office. As she passed me I reached out and pulled her close and kissed her passionately. My hands moved to cup the cheeks of her ass pulling her against me. I found her soft round ass unencumbered by the girdle she usually wore. After several minutes I broke away and placed her hands on the table beside us and moved behind her. I dropped to my knees and lifted her skirt up to her waist before lowering my head to kiss the backs of her thighs above her stockings then up to her panty covered ass.

My hands moved to the waistband of her panties and pulled them downward over her garter belt. I kissed the soft smooth skin as her panties move over her full hips and cheeks and down her legs. She lifted each foot out and I stood up and faced her as I raised them to my nose to inhale her aroma. "I'm sure Lord Byron could have written a sonnet about your intoxicating aroma and juicy sweet nectar." 

We kissed more before I lifted her to the table and pulled up a chair so I could sit between her legs. The look on her face told me that she had no idea what I was going to do but there was no doubt in my mind. I guided her back onto the table and took my seat lifting each of her feet to my shoulders. 

The night-lights gave off just enough light for me to see the wet, glistening, pink slit hidden in her thick dark pubic hair. I leaned forward and started licking and kissing her outer lips then working my way inward. My tongue flickered along the bridge that separated her tightly puckered ass from the deep hole where all her sweet juices flowed. I slipped two fingers into her ass just before my tongue settled into licking her clit. Her moaning increased along with the movement of her hips. My lips sucked her clit into my mouth and her hands moved to the back of my head pulling me into her crotch. As the wave of her orgasm subsided my fingers slipped out of her ass. I stood up and dropped my jeans and boxers to the floor before moving onto the table and mounting her. 

The feeling of her warmth and wetness was incredible as I moved into her. I was on my knees watching her face and freeing her breasts from the protective bra she wore as I slowly slid my hard cock in and out of her. My fingers and thumbs rolled her hard nipples between them then pulled and pinched them to see what sensation pleased her most. I lowered my faced and suckled her nipples into my lips and teeth. Her hips moved upward to meet each of my thrusts. Her moans got louder as she moved her hips faster and faster. She bit into my shoulder to muffle her sounds and I dumped a load of hot cum into her cunt. We collapsed on the table trying to get our breath. We were soaked with our sweat and bodily fluids as we tried to pull ourselves together before the security patrol made its next round.

"Since the library will be closed tomorrow meet me at the Mountain View Motel early afternoon. I'll get us a room and we will spend the rest of the weekend doing more research." She didn't give a response but as we walked out the door the night security guard approached and greeted us. I walked away as she turned to lock the door. When I turned to look back the security officer was walking her to her car. I thought about my now cold creamy liquid oozing out of her warmth and soaking her panties and wondered if she would meet me at the motel.



The Librarian



I had recently gotten back to work on a book I started on sometime ago and I had to go to the public library to do some research on various scientists in the electrical field such as Ampere,Volta and George Ohm.

There was a librarian there who was quite help full to me and she dressed the part as well. A black skirt and white ruffled V neck blouse, a bun in her hair and black oval style glasses hung from an eyeglass chain of small pearls.

One day while helping me, her eyeglass chain separated itself from her glasses and both went to the floor. I was quick enough to grab them off the floor and I tried her glasses as I checked out the end of the chain and found a small gap where none should have been. Well Joan, here is the trouble. There is a small space here but I can fix it for you. Give me a couple minutes to get a pair of long nose pliers from my truck.

I was back in two shakes and had her beaded eyeglass chain fixed and her glasses would stay where they belonged, sitting on the shelf of her 44D size bosoms.

"Oh thank you so much Ray, I really appreciate your kindness in fixing these for me."

"Well Joan, I am glad I was able to do so. Any chance of taking you out to dinner Saturday evening?"

"Of course you can take me out to dinner."

So she told me where she lived and gave me her number and I went about my research as I planned on.

I was really looking forward to taking Joan out. and frankly speaking getting her into the sack as well. She is about six foot tall with long gray hair so smooth you can see soft highlights.

Her shoes are black patent say two inch chopped heels buffed to a high shine.

Saturday finally arrived and I was casually dressed and we went to a well known Italian joint for their great salad an bread sticks as well as four cheese macaroni sauce with spaghetti and meatballs.

Joan had her dressier pair of glasses tonight, being gold half-round in style and an eyeglass chain of small purple beads.

"Ah different glasses tonight Joan?"

"Yes, these are not for work but for in the house and going out. Anywhere but work."

"Tell you what Joan, how about me keeping them nice an spotless for you when we are together. how does that sound?

I guess she liked the idea as she took the eyeglass chain from over her head and gave them to me. I had a clean cotton hand herchief so I cleaned them then tried them to see if they were as clean as they looked.

"You really like these huh Ray?"

"Well to be honest, I do like the looks of a woman in reading glasses, and the eyeglass chain is very feminine looking. 

"So Ray, did you say you play piano?'

"I guess I did because I do play, mostly classical music say a few pieces from Chopin and Beethoven's Moonlight sonata."

"That is a hauntingly eerie piece of music." Said Joan.

"Oh so you are familiar with it?"

So we are having a great time just talking and eating and she says,

"Other things could be done with my eyeglass chains, you know that?"

She said it with a smile and I could not believe what she was suggesting.

"You made a very nice offer to keep my half-glasses spotless and I want to show you my appreciation for that offer." 

"Well that is very nice, I have no idea where those eyeglass chains could be wrapped but I am sure it will be quite nice."

The next thing I know is she has the pointy toes of her black patent heels stuffed into my crotch and I had no trouble with that.

"Ray, I have like a few dozen pair of reading glasses with beaded chains, think you can handle the job?"

"All half-glasses style?"

"No, mostly half-glasses and some silver ovals."

"Well Joan I would like to see those sometime."

"O.k. how about dropping in to my place after we leave here?"

"Sounds good to me."

"So Joan, do you play piano?"

"Sort of, I have a Yamaha stage piano with an amplifier but a piano gives a warmer sound by far."

"Well if you want, you can come over to my place and play my Baldwin."

"Thanks, how about tomorrow after I get out of church? say around noontime?"

"Great, I will look forward to that.

We finished our dinner and had some Italian doughnuts that you dip into a caramel or raspberry sauce and some coffee then headed over to her place.

So we sat on her sofa for a bit and talked, she made some coffee and then she told me to close my eyes. Next thing I know she has my hands tied behind my back with a belt.

"I want you to take off my bra with your teeth." 

She says as her blouse was off. So I nuzzled around her shoulders and got a good grip on her bra strap and gave a good tug. I had gotten that strap down to her elbow then I went to work on the other strap and did likewise.Once Joan had her hands out from under the straps she put her hands up like she was under arrest and I had to grab the bra with my teeth and pull it up over her head.

Joans' aureola's were large and her nipples were about a half inch long red and thick.

"Have at them." Said Joan. 

So I took her gold half-glasses with the purple beads and rubbed them all over her nipples. Then I took those purple beads and her half-glasses and ran the beads past her nipples rather quickly so they fluttered back an forth. And in a short time she is starting to get really turned on and I see her dainty fingers making a beeline towards her vagina, so I had her legs opened more so and with those purple beads ran them over her labia Joan was going wild now and I got my tongue up into the furnace of her desires. One of her heels was off and I figured it cold be put to better use than lying on the floor.I started to finger fuck Joan with my second and third fingers and she was getting wet as I heard her love juices sloshing around my fingers. Then I grabbed that heel and stuffed the toes end up into her garden and worked that heel back and forth all the while the light for an antique lamp shining on said heel was bouncing all over that heel and it was like the shoe was talking to me, telling me to really do Joan with it.

Well, Joan was bucking at the hips and making all sorts of sounds which I took as sexual pleasure. 

"Now it's your turn Ray, cum on in!" She said with heavy breathing.

I was already nude so I got on top and got that pepperoni lined up for her love box. I was in and it was great. She had muscles down there like "Popeye the sailor man" the way they gripped my cock I knew it would be in her for a while. I had no intention on hurrying this thing up and I went for the long slow style and would let her tell me to speed up the works.

I played Joan like I was doing that Chopin piece, opus ten No.3 to be exact and when the dynamics called for louder or softer, Joan got it faster or slower.

Part of this etude calls for playing louder and slower at the same time and I would go in with a raging fury but at a somewhat slower tempo and at the Crescendo I went in with all my might then returned to the regular tempo and from there a bit softer and slower all the while the melody of this classical piece was playing in my ears and I was seeing Joan and her sweet smile as she looked at me either through or over the tops of her gold half-round glasses with the purple beads hanging from them. 

Joan had to have cum three or four times as her body would stiffen up so as to keep my organ in her and by her looks I know she enjoyed this very much.

We lied upon the bed for a while talking about whatever and then it happened, ah HUH the munchies. Joan went out to the kitchen and came back with a tray of various chips an dips. I had a thing for the spinach dip but Joan went for the hot salsa.

"Close your eyes." She said.

I did so and started to feel something cold an lumpy on my cock. She poured the salsa over it and started licking it and licking went to sucking. quick as a flash she wiped my cock of all that salsa and sour creme so everything was spic 'n span down there.

She is now donning the gold half-glasses with purple beads and she takes the black oval style glasses with the beads I fixed and wraps them round my cock and rubs the glasses all over my balls and over the top of my cock while giving me a hand job to die for. I am feeling all those sexy pearls moving around and she holds her black oval style glasses in such a way that when I start cumming, they are holding the nice warm man-sauce and Joan is licking the stuff off them with a passion.

"You gonna clean these for me?" asks Joan.

"Hell yeah." so I took the damp dishcloth she cleaned my cock with and I had her black ovals sparkling and ready for another good time.

It was now the wee hours of a new day and I was bushed. Joan would be over after church to play a real piano and I was really looking forward to that.



The Librarian



Derek wondered to himself whether Mr. Arnold would be happy with his report. He had gotten the impression that he was overly eager to get the goods on his wife. Mr. Arnold had been gone for a week and would be back tomorrow morning. He had been so sure that his wife was cheating on him and had Derek set up surveillance for the whole week. So, for one boring week, he had watched their house for any suspicious activity. Every night he had stationed his van down the street in the Seven Eleven parking lot. That had cost him twenty-five dollars per night but it was a great location. He could see the Arnold's house and he had just sat there, hour after hour, watching and listening to the two bugs that he had Mr. Arnold plant in the house. Nothing.

Every night the lights had gone out at ten-thirty and he had dutifully stayed till about one. Since it was the last night, Derek decided to pull up stakes early. He was pretty tired but since it was Friday night, he decided to stop at the little bar a couple of blocks down the street. A beer or two would be good before he set out on the hour drive back to his home. Walking into the tavern, he quickly noted that he would be the only black guy there. So he took a seat on the short end of the bar so that he could see the whole place. It always paid to be careful in these kinds of places, especially on Friday night.

He ordered a Bud and the bartender seemed to be a friendly fellow and he began to relax. He looked over the place a little closer, noting that it seemed to be definitely a local bar. Most of the patrons were paired up at tables with the exception of a few guys sitting at the bar and two couples who were dancing to the jukebox. He noticed one guy was dancing with a blond lady and doing a little grab-ass. She didn't seem to mind and leaned in real close and laughed in the guy's ear. When the song ended they sat down at a table with two other guys. A couple minutes later she got up and went to the ladies room. Not bad he thought to himself. When she came back out, she looked his way and gave him a little smile. At that point, he got the feeling that he had seen her somewhere before.

She went back to her table but didn't sit down. She grabbed the guy's hand and they headed for the door. Derek couldn't shake the feeling he had seen her before, but now she was gone. He thought to himself that he must be tired for his powers of recognition to abandon him like that. That was one thing that he prided himself on- his ability to remember faces. He decided to have one more beer and then drive home. 

Just as he was finishing up the beer, the blonde came back into the bar and was soon dancing with one of the others at her table. She looked a bit disheveled and her dance partner was playing with her butt and toying with her boobs. Before the song ended, they went out the door. Another beer seemed in order because his curiosity got the better of him. He noticed that one of the single men at the bar sat down at her table with the other fellow. Sure enough, a few minutes later, she came back in the door with the second guy and sat back down at the table. 

She definitely had that fresh-fucked air about her. A minute later she got up and sat down on the lap of the other guy.

At this time Derek figured she was just the local whore and decided to leave. He left a couple bucks on the bar and stood up to leave. Again she looked his way and smiled at him on his way out. While driving home, he started to think about the report he would give to Mr. Arnold on Monday. He also thought about the blonde in the bar, annoyed that he still couldn't recall where he had seen her before. By the time he got home, he had shelved her away and wouldn't waste any more time trying to figure it out.

Monday morning, his suspicions were correct-Mr. Arnold wasn't all that pleased that Derek had nothing to report on his wife except that she apparently behaved herself while her husband was on his business trip. That wasn't going to deter Derek from cashing the check. After he visited the bank and deposited his check, Derek decided he would go to the library. There was some research to be done regarding another case he was working on and his internet connection at home wasn't working right. 

Derek had been plugging away for half an hour and had the information he needed. He sent it to the printer by the wall and was standing there, waiting for it to print. As he waited, a lady came walking out of an office and went over to the check-out counter. A minute later she turned toward him on her way back to her office. She glanced his way and gave a little smile. Bingo! He knew right away where he'd seen that smile and cute face-the little bar on Friday night.

He got his printing and sat back down at a seat to think about the situation. He checked the nameplate on her office door noting that her name was Ms. Leslie Jamison-head librarian. He continued to observe her through the glass wall of her office. He wanted to be sure it was the same woman he had seen in the bar. He was positive. She was dressed much differently and her hair was pulled back in a tight bun. The conservative demeanor couldn't hide the fact that she was the same person that had headed to the parking lot every twenty minutes with a different guy.

He was intrigued and immediately started to think how he could take advantage of this information. Derek was a small-time PI and was not above a little shady operation on occasion. But blackmail was serious business, especially if money was involved. 

He decided to confront her and see what her reaction would be. He searched in his wallet for one of his phony business cards-fake name, address, and cell phone number linked to an untraceable pay-as-you-go phone. He got up and knocked on her door.

She motioned for him to come in. "May I help you, Sir?"

"Yes. Let me introduce myself. I'm James Carlton, and here is my business card."

She took his card, looking at it for a brief moment, one that was a trifle longer than needed. Derek noticed that her eyes narrowed just a bit. "A private investigator? Again, how may I help you?"

"Well, I think that we may know each other and that we might have some business to discuss."

"Mr. Carlton, I don't believe I know you. I don't think that I have ever seen you before."

"I know you are probably very busy here, but I do come to the library every once in a while."

"I'm sorry, but we have several thousand visitors every month. I really can't recall your face."

"Actually, this isn't where we've met before. We haven't been introduced, but I happened to be in a little bar up in Middleton on Friday night and I'm pretty sure we met there. You even smiled at me twice. Does that ring any bells? I watched you for about an hour then and I'm pretty sure about what you were doing. Observation is the main ingredient of my profession."

"Well, what do you want? Blackmail?"

"Uh, Ms. Jamison, blackmail is such a harsh word. It is illegal, too."

"Well, what do you want?"

"I don't really want to discuss it here. What time do you get off this afternoon?"

"Uh, five-thirty or six."

"Five-thirty it is. I'll meet you at Denny's down the street at five-thirty five. Please be there." With that he stood up, smiled and went back out into the computer area. He proceeded to do a quick check on Ms. Leslie Jamison. The Internet is amazing, he thought. It sure makes getting information easy. He still had a couple hours before their meeting so he decided to drive over to her house and check it out. He was very pleased to see that it was a middle range bi-level in a nice neighborhood. It was the fourth house from the corner with an alley along the back. Easy access. Driving down the alley, he noted that there was no kid stuff in the back yard and just a low fence along the alley, with a gate, no less.

At five-thirty, he grabbed a booth, sat down and waited for Leslie to arrive. He was sure she would show. She seemed to him that she was a business-like lady who would probably work with him to keep her activities on the down-low. At exactly five-thirty six she walked in the door. He stood and waved her over to his table.

"Have a seat, Leslie, I'm glad you decided to come."

"Mr. Carlton, I can't see how we should be on a first name basis. Now, what is it that you want?"

"Leslie, I don't want to cause you any trouble so there is no reason for you to cop an attitude. Please call me Jim. I assure you that our meeting in Middleton was purely a matter of co-incidence. I was working on another case and stopped in for a beer. Neither your husband nor anyone else hired me to check up on you."

"Oh, he would never...wait. How do you know I am married?"

"You just told me. Like I said, I don't want to cause you any trouble. Right now, I just want a little information. Now, what are your hours at work?"

"I don't feel that I should discuss anything with you until I know what you want, Mr. Carlton."

"Leslie, call me Jim. I said I don't want to cause you any trouble, but keep in mind I damn sure could if you remain so unfriendly. Again, what are your hours at the library?"

"Ok, Jim. I work five days a week-ten until five-thirty."

"And why do you drive clear up to Middleton?"

"Uh, this is embarrassing. You probably think I'm some sort of slut. I go to Middleton so nobody will see me."

"No need for embarrassment, Leslie. In my business, I see a lot of the darker side of society. I make no value judgments. I'm not exactly pure myself. How often do you go?"

"Well, it depends. Usually only a couple of times a month."

"What does it depend on-your husband's schedule?"

"No. He is on a short business trip every Friday, all day, and gets back Saturday afternoon. This is hard. My husband and I are staunch Catholics-no birth control. So I have to avoid going to Middleton during my fertile times. I can't get pregnant."

"That is still very risky. Does your husband know about your outside activities?"

"God no. If he would find out, he would surely be done with me."

"Well, why do you take so much of a risk?"

"Uh---it's just that I lead such a boring life, you know, being a librarian. And my husband is so busy with his business. And he is sort of stodgy and a little older than I am. I guess I go just to have some excitement in my life."

"I see. When does your husband go to work?"

"He leaves the house every day at six-thirty sharp except on his travel day, Friday, when he sleeps in a little. He leaves at eight then. He gets back Saturday afternoon around four. Is that detailed enough for you?"

"Now, Leslie, no snippiness. I'm just trying to see if there might be some way I can be of service to you."

"So, what do you want to do? Pimp me out?"

"No. That would be an even riskier and sort of sloppy way of meeting your needs. I was thinking about something a bit more personal. Maybe something just between you and me."

"Are you saying you want to start seeing me, instead of my driving to Middleton?"

"Exactly! Look at it this way-you were discovered purely by chance. It could happen again. Wouldn't it be better to have a professional on your side? Besides, I find you to be very attractive and I don't think I am a slob myself. I think we should have an affair. It would be very exciting for both of us. Starting this Friday night. At your house."

"I've never been with a black man before. And what if I did get pregnant-I couldn't hide that."

"We would just have to be more careful about pregnancy. And I have certainly never had any complaints in the loving department."

"I don't know. It sounds more risky. But you are pretty good-looking. I guess we could give it a try."

"Good. I'll come down the alley after dark-about eight-thirty. Don't turn the back light on. I want it to be as dark as possible. Don't worry-sneaking around is my stock and trade. Just leave your back door open just before eight-thirty. If a problem comes up, call me. My number is on my card. There is no changing your mind. I hope you understand, Leslie."

"I understand. It does seem like a good solution-might even be fun. And you're sure you won't be seen sneaking around my house?"

"That I can guarantee. I'm very good at what I do. Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"I guess not. May I call you James? Jim just doesn't seem quite right."

"James it is. I will see you Friday night."

With that, Leslie got up to leave. Derek wanted to let her leave first so that she wouldn't see his van. He was all smiles when she drove out of sight. Damn! What a perfect setup. Good-looking pussy, leverage and she doesn't even know who I am. This is going to be fun, he thought.

Friday night, Derek got to Leslie's neighborhood at eight and scouted the place out, driving past a couple times and down the alley once, just to see if anything might be a problem. He didn't spot anything and proceeded to park down the street and over a block by a small local park. He then walked casually to the alley and slipped into his sneak mode, making his way to the fourth house. Standing behind a large bush, he checked out the neighbors on each side. Everything seemed to be a go, so he let himself in the gate and slipped toward the back door, staying in the shadows. The door was unlocked and he let himself in. 

"Leslie, are you here?"

"James? Come on in. I'm in the family room just off the kitchen." 

She had a dim light on and he moved toward her. She was dressed in a short robe and Derek stopped in his tracks when he saw her. "Leslie, you are gorgeous, and I love your hair down."

"Well, I decided that since we were going to do this, we might just as well do it right. You wanted me to be sexy, didn't you? The library doesn't give me much of a chance, and I went to Middleton as more of a slut. I think I'm going to like this. Did you have any problems getting here on the sly?"

"No. It was a piece of cake, and speaking of cake, you look good enough to eat."

"That might be nice. Would you like something to drink? I have some nice wine. Maybe a toast to our relationship?" 

"Ah, yes, a little wine." Derek couldn't help but notice that Leslie had dropped all of her animosity. This is going way better than he thought it would. She didn't act like this was basically a blackmail situation at all. I hope that she is great in the sack, he thought.

"James, I told you that I have never been with a black man before and I am a little nervous."

"No need to be. Just forget all of the stereotypes you have surely heard. I am more normal than you probably think." 

"Does that mean I'm likely to be disappointed?"

"Now, I didn't say that. I just mean that most black guys are not really up to porn movie standards, but, like I said before, I've never had any complaints. We are definitely going to have a good time."

"I sure hope so," she said as she slid over tight to him on the couch. 

She put her arm around his neck and drew him into a passionate kiss. His hand slipped into her robe and met a nice, meaty, bare tit. Her nipple was already hard and she snuggled right into his grasp. "Oh yes, I know we are," she cooed. "Let's go upstairs. I want to see you naked." Derek could hardly believe it- this lady is more like the slut he had seen in Middleton rather than the librarian. She grabbed his hand and led him over to the stairs.

"James, you almost seem unsure of yourself. You aren't nervous, are you?" 

"No, not really. I'm just wondering what I've gotten myself into. You almost seem like a different woman from your librarian persona. Not that I'm complaining or anything. You are just scaring me a little bit." Derek thought to himself-I'm just going to let her run with the situation and milk it for all it's worth.

"James, I told you that I lead a boring life except for my Friday night activity. I know I am going to like this. Now, let me help you with your clothes. Oops, my robe fell off. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, no. You are gorgeous." In a flash, Leslie whipped Derek's shirt over his head and was attacking his shoes and khakis. Before he could get them off his feet, Leslie had swallowed half of his dick and was growling like a rabid dog. I hope she doesn't bite, he thought to himself. I've got to get her under control before I blow my load. He grabbed her and lifted her up, locking her in a bear hug and clamping down on her lips in a passionate kiss. Spinning her around, he rolled her onto her back on the bed. "Leslie, let me get my pants off-I can't move with my feet trapped."

"Ok, but hurry. I am so ready for this." In only a couple of seconds, he was on the bed beside her, kissing her again and chewing on her nipples. "I want to be on top first," she panted. She flipped up to her knees and straddled him in one swift move. He was hard as a rock and it only took one thrust and he was buried to the hilt. Derek thought to himself, Jesus Christ, I hope she doesn't have any spurs on, as she began riding him like a bronco rider. He knew he wasn't going to last at this rate. She was moaning and squealing like a cat in heat, damn near bouncing them off the bed. He decided that finesse just wasn't going to be the word for this first time. A few seconds later, he blasted forth like a virgin teen-age boy, but Leslie was still riding hard. "You're not done already, are you? Because, if you are, there's still time to get to Middleton."

"No, no. I just need a minute to recover. That was just a warm-up. Roll over and let me on top."

"Oh, you animal, you."

For the next few minutes, he proceeded to pound away and got her off twice before he unloaded again. Gasping for breath, he rolled off. "Still want to go to Middleton now? I'm just getting warmed up."

"James, I think I'll stay home now. Want more wine?"

"Yeah, I need to replenish my fluid level. When did you say your husband gets back tomorrow? I think I would like to spend the night if that is OK."

"He gets back from his trip right around four in the afternoon. I was planning on your staying, if you think you can handle it."

"You know-you are something else. I never expected a librarian to be so hot in the sack. I guess I'm going to have to wear you down. I'll leave about ten in the morning. I love morning sex."

"Well, I told you that my husband leaves for work early in the mornings, and I don't have to be in till ten. We could see each other mornings if you think you could sneak in-say about seven-thirty. I would like that."

"I do most of my work at night and I don't usually get up that early but I probably could arrange a morning once in a while."

They lay in bed, drinking a little more wine, for about an hour. They filled each other in on a few aspects of their lives, with Leslie opening up to a great extent. Of course, everything that Derek shared was complete bullshit, building a completely phony story of his life.

"James-I'm still horny. I want you again before we go to sleep. You know, it really is going to be great that I won't have to drive that hour to get home from Middleton. I never stayed overnight. I'm glad that you can stay over tonight."

"I'm glad you are enjoying our time. I hope I haven't disappointed you."

"Not at all, James. This is very exciting, and it doesn't seem as dirty as driving to Middleton. You are actually a very likable fellow, and your bedside manner is top-notch, so far."

"Well, I aim to please."

"James, quit wasting time and please me now."

"Yes, ma'am. Top or bottom?"

"How about a little of both?"

Twice more in the morning and Derek was just about exhausted. He asked Leslie when she wanted him to come back. She said that her fertile time would be the next weekend, and maybe he could come Tuesday morning. "All of my neighbors go to work before seven-thirty, and the coast will be clear. You should still probably come down the alley, so nobody across the street will see you."




The Librarian



"Good thinking. Are you sure that Tuesday isn't too close to the weekend? We wouldn't want any accidents."

"No, it will be alright. I'm sure that my ovulation will be sometime Saturday or Sunday. That'll give us four or five day's leeway. You can probably come back on the following Wednesday."

"Well, you are the boss, and I'll leave the scheduling up to you. It's your body and you know it better than I do."

"We'll be working on your education in the coming weeks, and I hope to get to know everything about yours, too."

"Leslie, you are giving me goose-bumps. Be sure to leave the back door open on Tuesday morning, about seven-forty five."

"James-you animal, we haven't said anything about leaving my back door open. Now you are giving me goose-bumps."

"I really meant the-the back door to your house. I can tell you right now, though, that I am definitely a firm believer in an open back-door policy. We can discuss this on Tuesday. I better get going now. Be sure to say 'Hi' to your hubby."

"Oh, yeah, I'll be sure to tell him you made a house-call," she chuckled. "See you Tuesday."

Derek checked the back yard to see if it was clear, and hustled down the alley. By the time he reached his van, he had a gigantic smile on his face. He couldn't believe how much Leslie was getting into this. It was going to be a fine situation and both parties were going to love it.

Tuesday morning was a replay of Friday and they made love twice before 

Leslie needed to get ready for work. "Sure you just can't call in sick today?"

"I can't, James. But I don't think I can last until next Wednesday. Can you come tomorrow? I just love doing this."

"I could, but don't you think that it might be a little close to your fertile time?"

"Ah, it'll be alright, I hope. I want to see you as often as possible."

"Well, I'll be here. See you tomorrow."

"Oh, James, I almost forgot. The trash collectors come sometime on Wednesday mornings. You'll have to avoid them."

"Good heads-up. I'll be sure to hide from them. Bye again."

The garbage guys must have come earlier and Derek had no problem on the next morning. He found Leslie still in the bed, naked and ready to get going. 

"James, I've been thinking about you ever since yesterday morning and I am already wet. Hop aboard, big boy."

"Hop aboard he did. After a few minutes, the old tingling in his balls began coming on in earnest, and he asked Leslie, "Are you sure you want me to cum inside you? I can pull out."

"No, no! Keep going. I love feeling you blast off inside me. It feels so intimate. I love it."

"Well, all right, here she blows." Leslie followed right along behind him and he rolled off panting. 

"You know, James, I could call the library and tell them I won't be in till noon. Would you like that?"

"I would love that but it will have to be another day. I am scheduled to interview a new client at eleven so I have to leave no later than ten."

"OK, but can I call in next Tuesday so we can have more time?"

"Well, I suppose that would be a good idea. I'll make sure I've got most of the day clear. You'll have six or seven hours to fuck me to death. Ah, but what a way to go."

"Speaking of going- are you ready to go again? You make me so horny, I can't stand it."

"Leslie, are you sure you are really a librarian and not a porn star, or something? I've 

never met anyone as enthusiastic about sex as you are."

"I just want to make sure you keep coming back for more. Why don't you come over Friday night?"

"Leslie, I thought you didn't want to get pregnant." 

"Yeah you are right. But we could just cuddle and watch a movie."

"Like that would really happen. I don't trust you or me to be careful. We better wait until Tuesday and you know that is still pushing it. Tuesday is only five days away. I hope you have your ovulation time down to a tee."

"I've always been regular as clockwork. You could pull out, you know."

"That's not very safe and you know it. I better just stay away until Tuesday."

"I hate being tortured like this. I want you now and every day."

"Leslie, that is just not possible. I need to run along now. You aren't going to sneak up to Middleton on Friday, are you?"

"No, I don't want to get knocked up by some hick up there. I'll be good until Tuesday and you better be ready to go."

"Oh, I'll be here. Bye. Bye."

As Derek pulled away in his van, he thought that Leslie is just too hot for her own good. She'll get pregnant for sure. Not that I really care, but it'll happen right away if I'm not a little bit careful. I think I would like to stretch this out for a little while. It is some damn good sex. 

Derek finished up a job he had been working on and looked forward to spending Friday evening alone watching television. At six-thirty, his James phone rang and he almost let it go but finally picked up. "Hello, James Carlton speaking."

"Oh James, I'm so glad I caught you."

Instantly alert when he heard the familiar voice of Leslie, he cautiously replied, "Leslie, I just got home. What's up?"

"James, I just can't bear to be alone tonight-can we go out to dinner in a little while?"

"Well, I was going to spend an evening alone---."

"Can't we just grab a little to eat somewhere?"

"Are you sure that's all you have on your mind?"

"James, you know we have to be careful. I just want to see you tonight."

"Leslie, I am a little hungry. Why don't you give me a little time to get cleaned up and leave your door open about eight? It'll be dark by then. You can drive and I'll duck down when you back out of the garage. I do know a little restaurant that will probably be safe for us to go."

Derek slipped in the back door at exactly eight and Leslie ran over to him and laid on a big kiss. "James, I am so glad to see you. You are becoming a habit with me. Where are we going?"

"There's a nice little Italian place across town near the airport. I wouldn't think anyone will see us there."

"Just think-my husband will be flying into the airport just a few hours from now. This is very exciting, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I guess. Nothing like a little excitement to rev up a poor librarian's life. We better get going, or the restaurant will be closing."

As they were eating their conversation was pretty light. "What were you planning to do tonight?" 

"I was just going to relax and watch television."

"I have some movies we could watch when we get back to my house."

"But what about the relax part? I don't think that's what you have in mind."

"Whatever do you mean? We can just cuddle up under the covers. You can even stay over if you want. I won't bother you. You know we can't get too carried away tonight. I'm pretty sure I'll be fertile Saturday or Sunday."

"Well, ok. You seem to have it all figured out. I guess that we can do that. Your bed is awfully nice and cuddling does sound pretty good." 

When they got back to the house, Leslie grabbed a bottle of wine and guided Derek right up to the bedroom. "James, why don't you get undressed and get in the bed? I'll pick out a movie and pour us some wine."

The first movie went pretty well, with Leslie lying on her side gently playing with Derek's nipples and keeping his cock in a semi-turgid state. She kept their wine glasses filled but she actually drank hers faster. She wasn't drunk or anything, just nice and mellow. When she put in the second movie, she hit the pause button about two minutes in and rolled up on top of Derek. "James, you could put it in just for a minute. I really need to feel your hard cock now. If you get close, you can always pull out before you come."

Derek decided not to argue the point and immediately rose to the occasion, slipping into Leslie's wet cunt in only two thrusts. "Oh, James. That feels so good. I just can't do without your cock." 

"Leslie, I know what you mean but I'm still going to pull out. We must be careful this close to your ovulation."

"I don't want you to worry about that. Just keep me satisfied and everything will be ok." Leslie rode him like there was no tomorrow and soon had him on the verge of blasting his potent seed deep in her needy pussy.

"Leslie, I've got to get on top so that I can move better. I'm getting too close for comfort."

They rolled over and he climbed back on. He was still very close and he told her he was getting ready to pull out. Just as he was starting to back out, Leslie grabbed his shoulders and clamped her legs around his thighs. Resigning himself to the inevitable, he sank back in to the hilt and began pumping his cum deep, oh so deep, Leslie started to come too and she whimpered and shook with one of her most intense orgasms ever. "Oh God, James, I love it when you do that. I don't want you to ever hold back. Pulling out just doesn't seem right. I want for you to enjoy yourself as much as I do."

And so it went. Not later that evening, not the next morning, not once during the next eleven weeks, not once was there any talk about holding back, pulling out or worrying about pregnancy. Two or three mornings during the week and every Friday night and Saturday morning. 

Friday evening when Derek snuck into the house, Leslie met him in a solemn mood. "I'm pregnant, James, the doctor confirmed it at my appointment this afternoon. What are we going to do?"

"Everything will work out, Leslie. You can count on me. I'll call some of my contacts on Monday and we'll see about our options. Tonight, let's just enjoy ourselves and not worry about tomorrow."

"You are right. I know we'll work this out together. Hold me and make love to me tonight. This can't be wrong."

Next morning, Derek was particularly caring and assured Leslie that everything would be ok. When he reached his van, he sat there for a few minutes. He then took out his phony phone and removed the SIM card and broke his phone in half. He saw the two dumpsters in the little park near where he parked and walked over to them and threw half of his phone in each one. As he turned back toward his van, he laid out in his mind what he had to do. He would have to buy another untraceable phone, make some new phony business cards, and even find another library. Damn, he was sure going to miss fucking Leslie.



The Librarian



Holmes had gotten several paces ahead of me in the chase. I saw that he had come to a shoddy door made of planks. He lowered his shoulders and ran right into it. The door broke through off the hinges. Holmes stumbled a few paces, but quickly righted himself.

"Blast," he said, as he looked about the room. "Moriarty isn't here, he must have gone ahead."

I caught up to him. We were in a store room with crates and barrels pushed against the walls. There was a heavy dust in the air and a coat of grime on the barrels. Incongruously there was a lovely young woman tied and gagged in a corner.

"Holmes, this must be the Mrs. Ingersoll we've been searching for."

"It is," he said with his usual, certain tone. "You tend to her, Watson. I'll go after Moriarty."

"Be careful," I shouted as Holmes opened a door on the other side of the room. "Now ma'am I'll have you out of those binders in a moment," I said. 

I first removed her gag. "Thank you," she breathed when the gag was removed. I started working on the binds around her wrist. "Are you Dr. Watson the companion of the famed detective Mr. Sherlock Holmes?"

"Why, yes I am." I replied. It seems that Holmes fame had spread far and wide.

"I'm in most urgent need of a physician. Have you any experience in treating," she flushed a little and lowered her voice, "Women's problems."

This was hardly my forte, but there was such an urgency in her voice that I felt I had to try to be of assistance. "What's the problem?"

"I'm prone to hysteria and with these binds I can feel my sanity slipping away."

"I can get you out in a second," I said. In truth I wasn't certain that I could, but I wanted to reassure her before she went mad.

"I'm running out of time, please doctor," she begged.

"I hadn't thought to bring a vibrator" I replied. I had left my medical bag back at Baker Street.

"Can you use your fingers?" her voice sounded desperate.

"Yes, I suppose that shall have to do." I had been taught how to do that when I was in medical school, but hadn't used that technique in years. "If I could get these leg binds off I would have better access," I said.

"I can't wait," she replied. She was squirming around quite a bit. I had her lay on the floor then I raised up her dress and pulled down her pantalets. This gave me a view of her womanhood. Her mound was covered with luxurious black hair. The hairs were even darker than her raven tresses. This pleased me from an aesthetic view, but there wasn't time to admire her vagina. I worked my fingers over her hairy mound and delicately split her womanly groove. I soon found her sensitive button, and began to massage it. The woman began to thrash about and moan. She was clearly an advanced case. I was certain everyone on the docks could hear her.

"Doctor," she whimpered after a few minutes. "It feels divine, but I can only reach release with something in me."

Thought this is uncommon I knew that there were women like that. I dutifully penetrated her vagina with my index finger. I thrust into her with short, sharp motions while my thumb continued to work on her clitoris. Her whole body was trembling like a leaf.

"Oh Doctor," she babbled, her mind was clearly over excited. "This is wonderful but I need something larger in me in order to reach my climax."

"But I have nothing else," I replied.

"Use your masculine organ on me," she pleaded.

I was shocked at the woman's words. "Madam, think of your husband."

"I am thinking of him," she panted. "He should be miserable if I went to Bedlam."

I knew she was right and I knew I couldn't abandon a woman in such distress. I swiftly unbuttoned my trousers. I then propped the woman against one of the crates so she was facing away from me. She strained against her bonds as I lifted her skirts and sent my shaft deep into her soaked tunnel. She was clearly on the verge of madness. My only hope was to hold off until she reached her peak. Fortunately that was not long in coming. She convulsed and cried out in the throes of ecstasy. She grew quiet for a second, but then began to moan again and was soon writhing about with even greater energy than before. I had to keep my hands upon her hips just to keep inside her. It was too much for me, and I had reached the point of climax.

"I must pull out," I said.

"No, keep it in until you finish," she ordered, "Else I won't arrive a second time."

I had read of such hyper-sensitive females, but never had treated one before. Her orgasm seemed to be swiftly arriving. I grabbed her hips and slammed my organ home, shooting my seed deep within her. She cried out her own excitement.

Penny gasped at that thought. She must have been a little loud for everyone in the library looked up. She made her best librarian scowl and said "Shh!" Everyone returned to their reading. Penny looked back down at her computer.

She had been having that daydream now for a couple weeks, ever since she had read about hysteria and how the Victorians treated it. Having Dr. Watson treat her, in more ways than one, had become her favorite fantasy. She felt flush. At times like this she found that was best to do something physical. There were always shelves that needed stocking.

The Riverside Library was a palatial; filled with row upon row of hard bound volumes. It had been built in ages past by wealthy donors who thought it was their solemn duty to uplift the community. Perhaps a plateau had been reached where the community could be uplifted no further or perhaps the duties had become less solemn in time, but donations are not what they once were. The staff was small and mostly volunteer most who meant better than they could perform; and now Penny, the head librarian, to her woe and despair, was expected to stack shelves herself.

In the midst of her toils a soft, gloved hand gently touched Penny on the shoulder. She turned and saw a woman with platinum blonde hair and a fine profile. She wore a pale blue dress that was cut short to show her well defined ankles. "Lady Florence?" Penny asked with surprise. Lady Florence Cray was a brainy girl, but hardly one you would expect to find in the public library.

"Oh Lady Penelope, I had heard rumors that you were working here but I simply could not believe it," she said her voice holding all the pathos of the situation.

Penny sighed, "Mummy says every woman has to have a skill in case her husband proves to be as shiftless and lazy as Daddy." Her mother was in the habit of giving very frank advice, mostly at the expense of her father.

"Your mother is right," Lady Penelope agreed.

It was one thing for her mother to dole out advice like this, Penny had heard it all her life, but when another woman agreed with her mother Penelope knew she must be desperately unhappy. "Men trouble?" Penelope asked.

"Stlilton's left me," a drop of water began to form in the corner of Lady Florence's eye.

"I'm so sorry."

"Why do they always run off? Is it me?"

"Of course not," said Penny as she hugged Florence tightly. "You're so clever, kind and pretty."

"Keep that up and I might ask you to marry me," said Florence, smiling through the window of her tears.

"Would you?" said Penny; she felt daring and gave Florence a quick playful kiss on the lips, "Or will you keep me as you mistress, always promising to marry me but never going through it?"

Florence felt confused as the conversation had traipsed off of the primrose path, as the saying goes. Looking at Penny she felt a strange desire bubbling up as though from a cauldron within her. With an equal daring to her friend she said "You're too pretty not to marry right away." She looked about quickly and when she saw that there were no prying eyes through the windows or shelves she kissed Penelope back. Whatever element of play may have been in Penelope's first kiss quickly vanished as the two women kissed with a deadly earnest endeavor.

Penelope broke the kiss, not without some regret, and whispered, "My office is nearby." The two women walked hand in hand to the cramped space. Lady Florence again felt a momentary twinge of sorrow at Penny's circumstances, but as her playmate shut the door and returned to kiss her those thoughts dissolved. The two women quickly returned to their intense embrace. Their fingers roamed across one another's bodies exploring each other's bodied through the fabric. They began to undress one another, stripping down to their lingerie. Even in her lingerie Penelope looked like a librarian; it was white, cotton and plain. She seemed so mousy that Florence thought she should worry that a cat would eat Penelope before she got the chance. Florence looked more regal in her bright blue silk covered with a thin pattern of flowers. It was lacy and delicate as if it have been woven by spiders; spiders who wanted to emphasize Lady Florence's pert breasts and give a peak at her rosy areolas. They looked so appealing that Penelope couldn't help but lean forward and suck on her friend's breasts through the thin material.

"Ooh," moaned Florence, "That feels extraordinary."

"Your underwear is so beautiful that you look like a flower, said Penelope.

"You look like a librarian," said Lady Florence. "You'd better take these off," she nodded at the underwear. Penelope dutifully complied leaving her hairy sex exposed to Florence's appraising gaze. "Better, but those will have to go," she took off Penelope's glasses, "And this," she said and removed the clips from Penelope's hair. Penny shook it out and it cascaded down her shoulders. "Now, you are quite the dish," said Florence with a smile. She moved forward to kiss Penelope, but Penelope moved back.

"Take those silly things off first," said Penelope.

Florence giggled, realizing that she was still half dressed. She hastily removed her underclothes as she was doing so Penelope found her eyes roving down Florence's taught legs gazing at her perky little boobs with their rosebud colored areolas. She had a gorgeous womanhood with its sparse blonde hair. Penelope didn't consider herself an expert on vaginas but, as far as vaginas go, she thought that Lady Florence's vagina was the snake's eyebrows. It looked well-trimmed so that there was never a hair out of place. The women resumed their kissing and Florence eased Penelope down upon her desk, and then climbed on top. She positioned herself above Penelope so her love nest was right above Penelope's face, while her own was above Penny's. Florence felt Penny's tongue work upon her groove and her fingers explore her innermost recesses. It was delightful; and Florence did the same, matching her stroke for stroke. Soon they were exploding in a sea of orgasms as the desk tottered and shook beneath them.

Penelope gasped and found herself back at the library with a pile of books before her. She saw "Jeeves in the Morning" on the top of the pile. She smiled, remembering reading all Wodehouse's books when she was in high school. Psmith, Bingo Little, Bertie Wooster; all those men were twits, but the women, those husband hunting dragons, were marvelous. They didn't need a husband at all; what they needed was one vivid orgasm. On that subject, Penelope thought, a trip to the ladies room was in order. She kept a personal massager at her desk for just such an occasion. Lesbian fantasies, she smiled to herself, how naughty. She almost never had those. Sometimes she'd imagine Sappho seducing her by singing praises of her beauty. How delightful it must have been to be loved by a poet, Penelope thought. One must feel intoxicatingly sexy all the time.

The day dragged after that. Her shift ended at four. She went out into the late day crowd and took the bus home surrounded by strangers who never looked at her. It was raining by the time she got off the bus. She got off and ran to her apartment.

Her apartment always had the slight scent of a lemon blossom; Penny had been fond of the scent since she was a little girl and placed a generous touch of lemon peel in the potpourri. She enjoyed it most because the fragrance was an immediate shock in the cold northern clime, as if now one was entering a sunny southern port. In the darkest days of winter Penny would stare out the windows and dream of a soft southern clime. She had the walls painted in bright tones to make the place seem cheerful, and even radiant. Upon entering she saw that her radiant love, Marcel, was waiting for her standing in his banker grey coat and top hat. Despite the apartment's warmth, but Marcel hadn't removed any layers, he even still held his ebony walking stick tucked under his arm. He hastily shut his pocket watch and tucked it into his vest coat when the door opened. His face had the distant look, his blue-grey eyes looked like a distant storm, one drawing closer; soon it would break into a scowl. Penelope knew that there would be a scene and that she would be required to play her part; Marcel would be satisfied with nothing less. She gave him her prettiest smile and asked him if he had been waiting long.

"Long?" that seemed to be the moment of explosion when the crisis would best the both of them, but he suddenly regained his composure in a second of reflection. "Well yes," he continued offhandedly, "Where have you been? Spending my money I imagine."

So that was the issue at hand, a tiny trace of a smile played upon Penelope's lips. She should have guessed that infidelity, jealousy and suspicion wouldn't prey on Marcel's mind; not like the Francs would. Marcel had wanted a love nest on the fashionable part of the city; expected her to dress well so that men would stare at him in jealousy when they were out and certainly made no objection to the garters, teddies and stocking when she paraded in those before him; but when the bill arrived he would become an ogre.

"Stop," she said and put a gloved finger upon his lips and slowly drew it down before him.

"But these bills..." he objected, with a determination to chastise her.

"Stop," she repeated in a more commanding tone of voice. "Don't be angry, Marcel, I want to look good for you and that costs. Don't you like the way I look?"

"Well, yes, but..." he sounded a little more flustered.

"I appreciate you've been good to me. Shall I show you my gratitude?" Penny said and gave a devilish smile then she got down upon her knees and deftly unbuttoned his trousers. Even in all his rage Marcel was already growing hard, much to Penny's delight, for his storms did nothing to dampen his lusts. In its hardened glory Marcel's penis was a delight, thick and veined; she eagerly took it into her mouth and gleefully began to suck on him.

The heavy, masculine taste of Marcel's penis made Penelope think of the first cock she had sucked. It seemed so many years ago when her Latin professor, Monsieur Vendon had made love to her. All the girls in her finishing school were in love with him; with his piercing black eyes and his broad chest everyone paid rapt attention to his lectures. How bitterly jealous they became when he started to give Penelope attention. She heard their whispers in the halls and her few friends told her the most vicious rumors; all of them amounted to the same that she was a slut who had seduced her Monsieur Vendon and any number of other teachers. The rumors hurt her very much at the time, but not so much that Penny would ever reject one of his advances, he was simply too handsome and too confident. She, for her part, was one in a long line of his special students; some who later became erring wives, but most who became fils-de-joie. He had a knack for finding girls who were unsuited for either the convent or for a domestic life, but were more than willing to please a man. He would take Penny walking in the fields after church with her parent's full blessing, for a teacher was a proper guardian. How they would have turned violet with rage and with shame if they had seen the way they had kissed once they were out of her parent's sight. They found a secluded spot in the park where Monsieur Vendon began fondling Penny's heaving breasts. Penny felt that she should have objected, that anyone could have stumbled into their hedgerow and seen them at their most voluptuous game, but Monsieur Vendon silenced all of Penny's objections with a kiss before she had a chance to even express them to herself. He had stripped her down to her pantalets; Penelope again became nervous; fearful of removing that last remnant of her modesty. Monsieur Vendon seemed to sense her fears and asked her to pleasure him with her mouth. It was an obscene request, or so she had been taught, but snuggled against his muscular chest, she felt completely under his spell. She got on her knees, unfastened his breeches and gasped with delight upon seeing the male organ up close for the first time. How the other girls had whispered and giggled about it; and how livid they would have been if they knew she had seen a real penis, and Monsieur Vendon's penis at that. He taught Penny how to kiss it, how to play with his balls, how to suck and most importantly to so swallow all his seed. While she had forgotten most of her coursework in time; those lessons proved to be among the most important of her education as Marcel was clearly enjoying them.

"Oh dear," Marcel breathed in rapture as he reached his climax.

"You see how silly you were," Penelope said, as she stood up and kissed Marcel. "Oral sex makes everything worthwhile."

"No doubt you would want some yourself."

"No doubt," Penny replied to no one but the cats. Her husband wouldn't be home for a few hours. She had nothing to do but get started on dinner. She was making a Moroccan dish called pastille. There were spices, figs, lemons and all sorts of exotic ingredients in the dish. Her husband came home and she served him wine and food. Then, while he ate, she began to tell him a story as was her custom.

"Hercules was the mightiest warrior in the world. His fame had spread to Tespae, where a terrible lion had plagued the country for years. King Thespius dispatched a messenger to ask Hercules to kill the beast. Hercules came to the land and hunted. This lion was wily. Hercules spent 50 days hunting him down. When he had cornered the lion Hercules picked up a club and battered the beast's brain in. It was a mighty battle but Hercules prevailed.

The king held a feast in his honor. King Thespius had a large court with many lords; but what he was most known for were his fifty daughters. The king had many wives but, as was the will of the gods, had no sons. His daughters were comely, with raven hair and olive complexions.

"Such a marvelous battle," said the king. He stood up and announced to the court, "For a reward you may sleep with my daughters, as a man sleeps with his wife." All his daughters looked down and blushed with maidenly modesty for none of them had ever known a man, but there was a secret smile that played upon their lips.

"All of them?" said Hercules. He was astounded. "Shall I stay for 50 days?"

"Oh no, you must have relations with them all tonight."

"But that would be an impossible task," he said.

"The poets say you have done many impossible tasks. Surely one involving just woman would be of no challenge to one who has faced Cerberus.

"There are more dangers in one woman than in all of hades; much more so 50 women."

"You must not disappoint them; as you can see my daughters all squirming with anticipation." The girls blushed deeper, mortified that their father had noted their excitement.

Such is the fate of a god. Hercules took Antippe as a man takes a woman. Antippe got up to fetch Antiope to perform the same task. Upon her completion Antiope fetched Argele who fetches Asopis who fetched Calmatis and so on through the night. Each sister would enter, a little nervous, and leave with a sly smile to fetch her next sister for this most pleasurable of tasks. As dawn was nearing the last sister, Xanthia, came in. She was a beauty, with ebony hair, smoky eyes and voluptuous curves. Even so after forty nine women Hercules was spent. His poor manhood looked in terrible shape. Demigod though he was and one faced with a most delectable beauty, he still could not rise. Xanthis realized his problem. "Do not worry, my lord, for my mother has told me the secret of making a man grow to his full length. It is one that many a Greek boy has used," she said. She put her mouth over his manhood tasting his masculinity mixed with the womanly essence of her sisters. It felt so wonderful that Hercules grew hard much to his own astonishment. Xanthia, delighted in her triumph. She mounted him and impaled herself on Hercules's glorious manhood. She eased herself down and felt his manhood stretch out her insides. It was difficult at first, but soon she found her task enjoyable. Having a demigod beneath her, pinned by her thighs was indescribably erotic. She joyously ran her hands through her hair and twisted her hips as she rammed herself down on that fierce member. Soon she was shrieking out her ecstasy as her womanly climax ran through her.




The Librarian



Having enjoyed so many maids through the night Hercules was surprised to find how excited this one had made him. It even took an effort to hold back as she continued her sensuous assault. Her shrieks of pleasure became too much and Hercules felt his own climax race through him and filled the depths of her womanhood."

"Enough," her husband said as he stood up. He picked up his wife and kissed her fiercely.

"Oh Sultan," Penezade murmured.

"No, I am Sultan to you no more. Address me only as 'Husband,'" he said as he carried to his opulent chambers.

"Did you get this recipe from the cooking channel?" her husband asked.

"Yes," she replied. That would be their only conversation tonight.

Penny's husband liked to watch TV in bed; a habit which annoyed her to no end. She liked to curl up with a good book instead; so she sat in the parlor and read.

Mr. Darcy, with perhaps a little more effort than he would like to admit, carried the new Mrs. Darcy across the threshold into his manor. The servants stood around with looks of genuine delight for this was a day that none of them had ever anticipated arriving. For that reason the celebratory champagne was sweeter and their congratulations actually heart felt. Mr. Darcy officially introduced them to his new mistress, and while their compliments were profuse, they quickly vanished one by one. Elizabeth was surprised at their celerity on such a happy occasion, but realized that they knew an even happier occasion awaited the bridal couple. She felt a little nervous as Mr. Darcy took her by the hand and led her to their chamber. It was an enormous room with dark wood paneling and a fireplace but the couple's eyes were only on the giant four post bed. They kissed with a heartfelt passion and eased down upon the bed so that they were both sitting. "I must confess to you that I am nervous," said Elizabeth. "I feel as though my heart will beat out from my chest for it is going so rapidly."

"My dearest Mrs. Darcy," he said and gave her a quick peck. "Don't be alarmed, for I am excited as well. I must ask you, though; do you know what we are about to do?"

"Oh yes, we of Netherfield Park may not have the refined social grace of the city, but we do have livestock. Mamma said what we do is just like the bull and cow do, but we will be facing each other."

"Well, yes, that would be as good a description as any."

"But at our wedding feast Lydia took my aside and said that I should insist that you eat me out first, though when I questioned her she wouldn't say what that meant. I shouldn't want to follow her advice implicitly for she does say a good deal of foolish things."

"So she does, but in this case I think you'll want to take her advice."

"Really? Would you... eat me out Mr. Darcy?"

"I would be delighted to, Liza," he said and began to disrobe. Eliza felt that she could have stood there and watched him do that throughout the evening. She had never seen a more compelling site; but it occurred to her that he would want her to do the same. She felt a momentary twinge of shame for no man had ever seen her naked, but she told herself that he was her husband and it was his right to see her nude. She felt a strange breathless excitement as she took off her dress and foundation garments exposing her body to his appraising gaze. His eyes roamed over her body with a strange intensity, she felt as though his eyes were drilling into her most secret regions; but that didn't bother her, instead she felt thrilled. Even more thrilling was the site of his strange male organ; how alien it looked standing rigid and straight out before him. He wasn't the size of a bull, thank goodness, but he was large enough that she worried that he would fit without hurting her.

Her nervousness evaporated completely in the moment that he took her in his arms and began to kiss her again. She felt as though she would melt at the delicious sensation of her skin upon his and she felt safe and happy as they tumbled upon the bed. Then he did something very strange and put his mouth upon her breasts; Mrs. Darcy knew that infants did such things, but it seemed silly for grown men to do so. Before she could object, she realized that it felt wonderful; she felt her nipples grow hard and her most secret parts grow moist. It was all so very different than anything she had experienced, but it was also incredibly pleasant, though within this pleasure she felt an all-consuming need that she could not describe.

Mr. Darcy placed a trail of kisses down her belly moving backwards to the far edge of the bed. He placed his head above her exposed sex and then began to breathe the very gentlest of kisses around her most secret recesses. It felt as a great fire was starting in her nether regions; it grew as she felt his tongue move against her slit roaming its length. Nothing she had ever experienced before in her twenty one years had felt so delicious. Mr. Darcy worked his tongue up and down its length ending at a button at its edge, something Liza had never noticed before. He rolled his tongue about it and at that Mrs. Darcy completely lost control. She felt as though she was lost, adrift somewhere on a sea of pleasure. She heard a series of moans echo through the chamber; to her surprise she realized they were coming from her own mouth along with some of the most vulgar words she had ever heard her father's gardener utter. She screamed out the final obscenity she was sure the whole household could hear. She didn't care, she wanted the entire world to know how Mr. Darcy had made her feel; she wanted to share with everyone in the county the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. After a long moment of bliss everything seemed to collapse and she fell into a deep sweet oblivion.

Mr. Darcy came up and kissed her on the forehead.

"That was marvelous," she murmured.

"You obviously enjoyed yourself immensely," he said and kissed her with a ferocity. He tasted strange; Eliza thought and then realized it as her own moisture she was tasting on his lips.

"I shouldn't have said the things I did," she said and she blushed.

"I found it exciting," he said and he glanced down at his own rigid organ. 

Elizabeth followed his gaze, and thought that now his penis didn't look strange at all; it was instead, as he had said, exciting. She smiled without a hint of bashfulness and said, "Do it, Mr. Darcy, make me a woman." Mr. Darcy moved down and positioned his manhood at her nether lips and then slowly entered Eliza.

They don't write them like that anymore, thought Penny, as she closed the book. Imagine a world with wedding night virgins; it would make for terrible television. Not that there was much good television as it was, Penny thought as she entered her bedroom and found her husband snoring and the television on. Penny grabbed the remote turned it off. The room faded to an inky blackness with dark shadows surrounding everything. There floorboards creaked in an ominous tone and a cloaked figure stepped forward. Penny could make out the profile of the shadow and felt her blood run cold.

"Miss Ingersoll," the man said in a thick accent "I'm so glad you could join me." Penny could now see his features more clearly in the moonlight. His piercing eyes seemed to bore into her.

"Count," she nodded curtly. She silently cursed herself for leaving her cross at her desk.

"You cannot resist me, my child. My will is far too strong for you," he said triumphantly. "You've thwarted every plot and plan of mine but tonight it is time for my revenge; and a most pleasurable revenge it will be." He smirked, and sat upon the bed and said "Come over here."

Penny dared not try to resist, and walked, as if in a trance, over to him.

"Very good, my child, now bend over," the count indicated his knee. Penny did as he ordered, placing herself on his lap. She felt her skirt being hiked up, and then her panties being lowered to the floor. The cool night air played upon her exposed bottom.

"You've been a bad girl, haven't you?"

"Yes, count," Penny couldn't seem to control her words. "I've been a very bad girl."

"And bad girls get punished, don't they?"

"Yes, count, punish me," whimpered Penny, "Punish me hard."

The count spanked her with his open palm. Blow after blow fell upon her bottom. The blows stung, but that soon gave way to a dull, glowing warmth. 

"Ooh," said Penny as she writhed beneath the blows. Regardless of what Dracula thought she still held on to her will. He was too powerful to resist directly, but Penny knew how to defeat him. She would have to let him ravish her all night and hope that she could keep him there until morning.



The Librarian



I walk into the vast library at around noon, prepared for a long day's hard study. As I walk past the front desk my eyes are drawn to a beautiful young lady who I've never seen before, sat busily stamping a huge pile of returned books. Long jet black hair, bright emerald green eyes, full pouting lips, slender neck and firm pert breasts hidden under a light floral dress, she is by far the most beautiful lady to ever work in the library. She looks up at me as I pass and for an instance our eyes meet. She smiles briefly and I return the smile nodding my head slightly as I continue into the library. I find an empty desk and set my books down then wander through the library, collecting material for my research. I settle down at the desk and bury my head in the books, focusing my concentrating on my work. 

The hours roll by and I can't help noticing each time she walks by me. Her breasts almost have a life of their own as they bounce and jiggle as she walks. And is it my imagination, or does she like to swing her hips as she walks, causing her ass to wiggle seductively? Nah, just my mind working overtime. Then again.... I return my attention to the books but find my mind wandering more and more as I think about the way she moves, her beautiful smile, what she may look like naked... come on man! Get a grip! You've got work to do! I start reading again and soon the afternoon turns to evening.

I look up from my books when I notice that night has fallen and look around, surprised to see the library deserted accept for me. I stifle a yawn then look at the clock: 8.15 p.m. I stand and stretch, relieving the cramp in my muscles and pick up the large pile of books I selected from various shelves around the library I wander down the quiet hallways, replacing the books on the shelves. As I go up to the third level I hear a faint sound from deep within the rows of shelves and pause, listening. But on hearing nothing else I shrug my shoulders and continue, walking into the dimly lit aisles. As I return the final book I hear another sound, this time a little louder. Was that a moan? Curious I pad silently towards it as I hear it again and this time with a slight rustling sound. As I reach the far end of the hall I peek around the shelves and my jaw drops to the floor by the sight that greets me. 

The pretty young librarian is lying on a long wooden table, a book in one hand the other slowly sliding over her dress, gently squeezing one of her breasts. The hand flicks up to the book, quickly turning the page, then returns to her breast, the long fingers running up the side towards the nipple pressed against the thin dress. Her chest start to rise and fall faster as her fingers slowly caress around prominent mound, then lightly pinch and twist it. She let out a long moan and increases the force of her caresses, pulling the nipple hard and spanking it. The hand flicks up to turn the page again then slides down the dress to her slowly spreading legs. She hitches up her skirt around her waist, giving me a wonderful view of her skimpy white panties, then lets out a deep groan as her finger slides over the panties, caressing her sex. Her finger slides slowly back and forth over the panties and she gasps slightly each time she rubs what I guess must be her clit. By this time my cock is raging inside my pants and I look around, hoping to spot a better vantage point, but there are none so I stay put. 

Her finger slides faster and faster over her pussy mound, her chest fluttering as whatever she is reading turns her on more and more. Her fingers then creep under the waistband of her panties and I see them start to work quickly up and down. She starts panting and gasping, then drops the book to one side and brings her free hand down to her breasts, quickly exposing one of the erect nipples. The fingers in her panties stop sliding up and down, and she spread her legs wider as she pushes them into herself, letting out a long moan as she does so. The fingers start to move back and forth, obviously sliding deep into her pussy as she teases her nipples more frantically. Her groans and pants become louder and faster and her fingers quickly bring her to closer to orgasm. Suddenly she throws her head back, raises her hips high off the table and clamps her legs around her hand, barely stifling a loud yell as she cums. She collapses on the table, breathing hard, then slowly withdraws her fingers from her panties and raises the glistening digits to her mouth, licking them clean.

She slowly gets up off the table, adjusts her dress and picks up to book, looking at it with a little smile spread across her face. She walks back to the shelf and replaces the book, then looks at her reflection in the window, checking everything is in order before walking down the aisle next to her and back to the main library. I watch her go, ensuring she doesn't see me, the walk swiftly down the row towards where she replaced the book. It doesn't take long for me to find it and I quickly flick through, a sly smile coming to my face as I turns out to be a book of highly sensual Victorian literature, complete with erotic, almost pornographic illustrations. I replace the book, making a mental note of the author and title. I think I'll ask for this book tomorrow! I go back down, collecting my belongings as I quickly and quietly exit the library.

I return to the library the next afternoon, giving her a long look as I pass the main table. She looks up and smiles again and I feel my cock immediately start to stir in my pants. I hurry into the library and sit at a table spreading my books and papers around, giving the pretense of work. But my mind is replaying over and over the incredible scene I witnessed the previous night and time seems to crawl by. Eventually night falls and the library is soon empty except for her and me. I walk up to the front desk and she looks up at me. "Good evening sir." Her voice is wonderfully melodic and sensuous. "How can I help you?" I nervously clear my throat, then reply. 

"I'm looking for a book of Victorian literature." I recite the author and title, carefully watching her reactions. As soon as I say the name her eyes widen and her face immediately turns a beautiful shade of pink. She looks down at her desk and shuffles a pile of papers around, trying to compose herself. 

"Err, I think you'll find that on the third floor under..." she looks up at me and blushes even more "... Erotic Fiction." 

"Yes, I looked there but couldn't find it. Could you help me find it?" She stares at me for a long moment, a nervous smile playing across her lips. 

"...OK." She whispers.

We go up to the third level and walk down the long aisle to the last row, the clack of her heels echoing through the silent halls.  We turn down the final row and she quickly goes to the spot where the book sits. She extracts it and with slightly shaking hands gives it to me. "There you go sir." She says then quickly turns around and moves away from me. 

"Wait!" I call out behind her. She stops and slowly turns around. I stare at her, a secret knowing smile on my face, lightly drumming my fingers on the book. She stares back, then starts to nod her head. 

"You know don't you." I slowly nod once. She shrugs nonchalantly. "What can I say? I like erotic books." 

"So do I." I gesture to the nearby table. "Please sit, I'd like to read to you." Her breathing rapidly increases and she slowly walks to the table and sits. I pull up a chair and sit facing her, our legs scant inches apart. I open the book at one of the slightly creased pages where she was reading and slowly begin to recite the powerful words. The effect on her is startling. She shuffles forward, causing our knees to touch, and leans on the table, her hand gently brushing over the bare skin above her breasts. A blush starts at her cheeks and quickly spreads to cover her entire face and neck in a delicate shade of pink. 

As I read more, she leans forward and rests her hand on my knee, causing blood to rush into my cock, quickly engorging it. Her hand travels up my thigh as I read the book faster and she slides her fingers over my groin and gently squeezes my erection. I run my hand up her arm then slide a finger down between her breasts, then further down towards her sex. Her hand starts to caress my cock through my pants as my finger brushes over her hard clit and down towards her pussy. I can feel the heat through her thin dress as I press my finger between her pussy lips and grind back and forth. She moans slightly and moves her hips forward, giving me easier access, and quickly unzips my fly, my freed cock springing up out of the zipper. Her fingers start to caress the swollen tip, massaging the pre-cum dribbling out of the slit into the taut skin. My fingers slides back and forth quicker over her pussy, then I lift up her dress and run my fingers over her tiny silk panties. I move the panties to one side and slide a finger between the warm wetness of her pussy lips and up to her throbbing clit. She moans deeply and moves her hips further forward, spreading her legs wide as she shifts, giving me a perfect view of her pussy. I hand her the book and tell her to continue reading as I kneel in front of her and my eager tongue dives towards her juicy pussy.

She starts to read the words aloud as I reach my hands around to her ass to pull her forward towards my waiting mouth. My tongue flicks over and around her clit then slides down towards her thick red cunt lips. I place a hand either side of her juicy slit and spread her lips open, revealing bright red inner labia. Her juices flow out and I eagerly lap them up, savouring the delicious warm liquid. I stick my tongue out as far as I can and slowly push my head forward, slipping my tongue deep into her hot cunt. She groans loudly and reaches a hand down to press my head hard against her cunt. I reach a hand up and start to tease her clit, pinching, twisting and spanking it. Soon she is gasping and groaning more than reading and grinding her hips in time with my probing tongue. My tongue fucks her juicy cunt faster and my teasing of her clit becomes more intense. She drops the book to one side and throws her head back, pulling her nipples hard as her body shudders with an intense orgasm. Pussy juice floods out of her and spreads all over my face and neck as I continue to ram my tongue into her. Eventually her orgasm dies down and she stands, pushing me back onto the floor. We both quickly strip and she stands over me, gently fingering her nipples as she smiles sexily then lowers herself onto my rock hard cock.

As the tip of my cock brushes against her pussy lips, she reaches down and grabs hold of my prick, grinding the tip over cunt, spreading my pre-cum everywhere. She then holds my cock still and swiftly impales herself on it, groaning constantly as my aching shaft fills her tight hole. She forces my cock fully into her, rubbing her ass against my balls before rising up, my shaft now glistening with her juices. She start to bounce up and down, riding my prick with wild abandon, her tits bouncing and jiggling as we fuck. I reach my hands up and start to pull and spank her nipples hard, driving her on. My cock feels like it's on fire as she furiously fucks me, and she reaches a hand behind her to fondle and massage my cum-filled nuts. We fuck faster and faster, and I start driving my hips up off the floor to meet her downward thrusts, the meaty thwack of the impacts and our passionate groans echoing through the halls. 

She starts moaning yes repeatedly as another orgasm starts to erupt from her boiling cunt and explodes through her sweating body. Her pussy clamps tight around my cock, the muscles rippling up and down my shaft with her orgasm, causing my orgasm to tear through me. I let out a loud shout and thrust up with all my force as thick gouts of creamy cum spray out of my cock and deep into her tight cunt, quickly filling her burning hole. Her cunt milks the cum out of me and it soon starts dribbling down my shaft and over my balls as my cock pumps again and again. She collapses on top of me as our earth-shattering orgasms slowly subside and we lay there panting hard few a few minutes. She then looks at me with a horny smile and says, "Would you like to borrow the book?" 

"Hell yes! And seeing as you like it so much, you're more than welcome to come over whenever you feel the need for a recital." 

I read to her every night. The End.



The Medical Assistant



Our family doctor, a specialist in Internal Medicine, is one of 120 specialists in many medical fields with offices in a clinic in our city. The four-story building is connected by an enclosed overpass to a huge hospital complex.

I had an appointment for the three-month checkup of my high blood pressure. Debbie, one of the doctor’s medical assistants, is my sister’s 20-year-old child. Despite protests from her mother, she has for years called me by my first name. “Hi, Bill,” she said as she led me to an examination room. “Strip to the waist,” she told me as usual. The doctor preferred to have me bare for checking my upper body. I always invited Debbie to strip to the waist with me. 

“One of these days, I’m going to shock your socks off and do that,” she’d tell me as we started a routine banter about such an unlikely event.

Entering the examination room, I stripped to the waist and hung my clothing on hooks above and behind a pair of chairs for patients. When I turned around, Debbie was facing me stripped to the waist. Talk about shocking your socks off. Wow!

“How’s this for tits, Billy Boy. Like ‘em?”

Her breasts were gorgeous. Each just a nice handful. Pert, with half-dollar size pink aereoles and magnificent nipples as large as the end of my little finger,

“I’d like to stand here and ogle them, but I’d rather feel them and suck them. What happens when Dr. Walker comes to examine me?”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you. Before you got here, he had a call from the hospital concerning an emergency with one of our patients. Mary was gone taking care of one of her sick kids, so the doctor and I had to call to reschedule appointments and arrange for some patients to see other doctors. The doctor told me he’d be gone at least an hour and a half, and that I should take calls on our answering machine. So, you can suck my tits and do other sexy things for an hour or more. Or I can reschedule your appointment.”

Yea, sure!

I took Deb and in my arms. Geez, but those soft tits and hard nipples felt good against my bare chest.

“First, I want to kiss you,” I said. We put our lips together and she opened her mouth as though she was going to suck my face inside. Her mouth and tongue ravaged mine. I couldn’t remember ever being kissed with such fervor. She was making my six-and-a half-inches of sixty-six-year-old prick feel four inches bigger and forty years younger I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her against my hard-on. She ground her groin against mine. I thought my balls would erupt.

Then, I held of one of her breasts and tweaked its distended nipple. “I want to suck your tits, Deb,” I murmured against her warm, wet mouth.. And I want to suck your pussy until you come in my mouth.” 

She reached between us and squeezed my hard-on, causing me to moan with pleasure.

“Let’s get undressed,” I suggested. “I want to see you naked before you lie on the examination table with your legs in the stirrups so we both can be comfortable when I suck your pussy.”

When she lay naked, she eyed my nude body and said, “Oh good, you’re not circumcised, so your foreskin will slide back and forth that over nice knob that’s leaking pre-come. Your prick prick is beautiful. It’s just the right size for me to get all of it in my mouth. Come here so I can suck you for a minute and hold your balls.” 

I moved beside her and fondled her tits as she gobbled my cock and one of her hands cupped my nuts. “Oh god, that feels good,” I told her. “I’m real close to coming in your mouth.”

She pulled away, and said, “I want you to, but not just yet. I want you to suck my tits some more.”

“Your body is gorgeous, Deb,” I whispered as I leaned to lock our open mouths in a torrid kiss. Then, my open mouth replaced my hand on her tit. I covered the entire aureole and hungrily suckled her tasty nipple. Her hands grasped the back of my head, pulling me closer as I lovingly worshipped each tit again and again.

“Suck my cunt, Bill.” Hearing her say cunt sent a thrill to my balls and throbbing prick. “My pussy’s dripping in anticipation of you sucking it.”

I pressed my lips to hers. I’m going to suck your cunt, but first I want to suck your tongue,” I told her before my mouth opened over hers and we kissed with unbridled passion.

Hurrying to sit on the examiner’s stool at the end of the table, I placed her legs in the stirrups and gazed at her cunt. Well-defined lips protruded through neatly-trimmed pussy hair that glistened with her juices. “Your cunt is magnificent, Deb. I’ve seen hundreds of on the internet, and yours is the nicest by far.” 

She twitched her cunt lips, as if to acknowledge my praise. Amazing! Those lips would be able to milk a prick like they were giving a fabulous blowjob.

“Suck me, Bill. Eat my pussy. Eat me, eat me.”

I lapped the wetness between her asshole and the bottom of her twat. I sucked one of the delectable lips into my mouth and savored it with my tongue. She squirmed in ecstasy as I enjoyed the tasty mouthful. I then alternated sucking them, darting my tongue into her warm inner softness as I moved from one lip to the other.

“Oh, Bill,” she sighed as her come flooded my mouth. I continued licking and sucking until I got as much as I could of her wonderful come. 

I kissed her clit, then licked her from top to bottom again and again before passionately sucking her distended clit. I almost came myself, when she raised her ass, clutched my head and ground her cunt to my face, murmuring “I’m coming some more” as she drenched my mouth with another taste of her delicious come. I sucked her until she collapsed in exhaustion. 

Eating pussy is a delight I can enjoy over and over. So, I returned my mouth to her cunt. I licked from above her clit to her asshole, up and down the sides. She came again. My lips and tongue and nose and face snuggled in her soft pussy hair, savoring the taste, the smell, the awesome pleasure of her warm, wet snatch. She came again.. A copious amount of her heavenly juice flowed into my mouth. I did my best to make sure I didn’t miss a single drop.

I rose, pushed the stool out of the way and stood between her legs. I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed. She had a serene smile and an expression of sexual contentment. I studied her curvaceous body. Her stunning breasts moved only slightly with each gentle breath. Her nipples had softened and, to me, looked ready to be suckled. Her cunt, open and twitching slightly, was perfection.  

I moved closer until my balls rested against her ass, with the length of my hard-on against the soft curls covering the cradle formed by her cunt lips. I leaned over so my cock pressed between my stomach and her twat as I sucked one of her inviting nipples. As it hardened, she placed her hand on my head, and, with a smile in her voice, said, “You’re making my cunt all wet again. I hope you’re going to fuck me.”

“I’m so ready to fuck you that I’m about to come. Do you have a condom?”

“The doctor has some in a drawer over there, but we don’t need one. I’m on the pill and I want to feel your bare prick in me when my cunt sucks the load out of your balls and you fill me with come.”

She wrapped her long legs around me and pulled me into her until my nuts rested against her asshole. When I started to fuck her, she tightened her legs enough to stop me. Gazing into my eyes, she said, “Your prick feels so good in me. Stay all the way in and pump slowly. Let me make you come.” Smiling with enjoyment, she moved my hands to her breasts, and reached around her bottom to fondle my balls. Then, she twitched her cunt, causing it to milk my prick. The pleasure that filled my groin was like nothing I ever had experienced. Her vaginal muscles were literally sucking my prick. “Come in me, Bill. Fill me so full that it oozes out and down my ass.” That’s exactly what happened, and I collapsed on top of her, so drained that I was too weak to stand.

Finally, I rose, looked Deb in the eye, and said, “Pardon my crudeness, but that was one of the greatest pieces of ass I ever have had.”

“Bill, kissing you, sucking you, coming in your mouth and fucking you beats anything I ever have experienced. Even though your prick’s no longer hard, I want to suck your it again, and, hopefully, get another taste of your come. Then, I want us to figure out when we can manage to meet at my apartment for more tongue sucking, tit sucking, cunt sucking, prick sucking and damn-satisfying fucking.” 



The medical examination



Examination time.

I hurried from my car in the small parking area towards the surgery door. I was very late for my appointment. I noticed as I made my way towards the double glass doors at the front of the surgery that as well as my car there was only one other in the doctor's car park. I nearly stumbled on my heels as I walked briskly towards the entrance in the fading light at the end of the day.

I cannot really remember the last time that I made an appointment to see a doctor as it was so long ago and I always seemed to be in perfect health. But I had made an appointment to see the surgery nurse today as I had found a very small lump about a week ago. I shave my pussy – in fact I shave the area around my pussy lips but leave a large tuft of brown fluffy hair above on my mound. It was while I was giving myself one of my regular shaves in the bath last week that I found a small lump on one of the outer lips of my pussy. I could feel it with my fingers and it worried me – these days you read so many health scare stories in the magazines and papers. After a couple of days it had not gone away so I decided to be on the safe side and get it checked out by a health care professional. I had shown my husband but he didn't seem to be very worried about it. In fact when I showed him it did not take him long to run his tongue in between the smooth folds of my pussy lips and start probing my pink sticky hole with his tongue!

I was late for my appointment because I seriously dislike anything to do with doctors. I find the whole business of visiting a doctor's surgery incredibly tedious. Sitting in a waiting room full of ill people in silence as no one wants to talk, or even maintain eye contact is not a pleasant experience. Also I am a very shy and private person and I find discussing 'intimate' things with a doctor extremely difficult and embarrassing. This was one of the reasons why I had not visited a doctor for some considerable time – not even for a regular routine health check up. 

Before the short car journey from my home to the surgery I had thoroughly showered then changed my underwear at least three times; in the end I decided to wear a conservative pale yellow pair of plain briefs underneath my grey work skirt and a plain white blouse. I had not bothered to hurry and all this had made me very late.

I pushed open the left hand side of the double glass doors and entered the dimly lit waiting area. I glanced round and noticed that there did not appear to be anyone else there. The chairs were all empty save for the tattered well read magazines left by previous patients where they had discarded them when it was there turn to leave the waiting area and see the doctor. There was not even the stereotypical stern receptionist behind the welcome desk. I was just about to turn and leave pleased that I did not have to actually follow through with my appointment when a voice called from a side corridor 'hello is that Madeline smith?'

I looked toward the open door where the voice came from and a nurse appeared.

'Hi' she said. 'Are you Madeline Smith with an appointment to see the nurse?'

I nodded in response.

'Good' she said. 'We were expecting you, but you're a bit late so the receptionist has gone home. There is only myself and Doctor Fowler left here now. Please come with me.'

I did as the nurse said and followed her down a short corridor. I made a mental note to myself that it would look much nicer painted in a different colour than boring plain magnolia; even a picture on the wall would help to brighten it up. She opened a door to the side and held it open for me to walk into the room. The room was bright, clean and airy. To one side was a large wooden desk with some old filing cabinets and a small wash basin next to it. On the walls were some large cupboards. I noticed that the other end of the room was partitioned off with a white plastic curtain. The nurse pointed to the chair next to the desk and I sat down. She moved round and sat behind the large oak desk. I looked at her and realised that she was probably only a couple of years older than me at about fifty. She had light blond hair cut to just above her shoulders – I noticed that this needed doing again as her dark roots were beginning to show through! She wore a navy blue nurse's uniform which was possibly a size too small, as it stretched across her ample breasts pulling at the buttons down the front.

'Hi,' she said my name is Sally and I am the practise nurse, what can I do for you?'

This is one reason why I hate going to the doctors as I knew that I would have to share with her where my small lump was. I felt my cheeks beginning to redden as I involuntary started to blush. I now wished that I had not made the appointment to get checked out and had stayed at home with my husband.

She stared at me patiently and I heard her say 'would you like to tell me what is bothering you?'

I looked back at her across the desk and managed to speak in almost a whisper 'I've got a little lump that I think needs checking'.

'OK, that's fine then, so where is this little lump.' She asked.

I looked down blushing as I managed to mutter 'it's in my private area.'

Sally could not have understood me as I spoke so quietly, I heard her say 'excuse me.'

I looked back across the desk and made eye contact with her and managed to pluck up enough courage to say in a slightly louder voice 'it's in my private area, you know down between my legs.'

'Oh right I understand now. You have a small lump in your vaginal area,' the nurse matter of factly said.

I nodded back at her in reply.

'Right then we had better take a quick look then hadn't we?' She briskly said. 'Pop over behind the curtain please and slip off your skirt and knickers and I'll have a little look at the problem for you.'

I did as the nurse instructed and walked to the other side of the room. I was aware that my heels made a clicking sound on the shiny well polished tiled floor. I pushed the plastic white curtain to one side and entered the area next to a long black examination bed. I took off my shoes and skirt then slipped my knickers down and folded them carefully then placed the clothing on a chair at the end of the examination table. As I placed my clothes on the chair Sally pushed her way past the plastic curtain and said 'are you ready for me then?' I felt quite vulnerable standing in front of her clothed in just my bra and white blouse. 

'Hop your self up onto the examination table.' She breezily said.

I followed her instruction and climbed up onto the examination table. A white disposable paper sheet covered the area. The top part of the examination table was angled upwards so as I lay down it gave support to my upper body and head. As I was half naked I shyly kept my legs as tightly closed together as I could.

The nurse stood to the side of the table and said 'show me where the problem is then please Mrs Smith.'

I pointed with my finger in the general direction down between my legs.

'It would be very helpful if you could you be a little more specific please Madeline.' The nurse said.

Tentatively I brushed my hand between my legs and with an outstretched finger pointed to the very small lump on the side of my outer pussy lip.

The nurse leant over the examination table for a closer look. 'Open your legs a little for me will you please,' she asked.

As I parted my legs I felt a draft of cold air on the smooth skin of my hairless pussy lips.

'Thank you that's great,' Sally said. 'I think I can see the problem.'

I felt the nurse's finger brush against my outer pussy lip as she felt for the lump. She seemed to gently rub the area with her finger then I felt a different sensation as she gently squeezed the lump between her thumb and forefinger. After a little while she stood up and smiled at me. 'I don't think that you have anything to worry about. You appear to have a harmless moveable cyst. This is quite common in ladies of your age and happens from time to time and it will probably just disappear of its own accord in the next couple of weeks.'

I was very relieved to hear that it wasn't anything serious as during the past few days I was imagining that it could have been all sorts of nasty things.

'I see from your notes that you have not had a thorough examination for some years.' The nurse said to me. 'Would you like me to perform a more thorough examination now while you are here?' she asked me.

'I don't think that will be necessary,' I replied. 'I really must get home now; I need to prepare a meal for my husband as he should be home from his work by now.'

'It won't take long and as you are here now, I think it would be for the best.' Sally assertively said.

Sally paused staring at me with her wide blue eyes. It was almost as if she wouldn't take no for an answer.

'Oh, OK then.' I heard myself say. I may as well get it over and done with while I am here.' 

I wasn't very comfortable agreeing to a more thorough examination. It had been difficult enough plucking up the courage to come here in the first place. However, as I was here now and already on the examination table, I may as well grin and bear it and get it out of the way, and the nurse was certainly very persuasive. At least it would be entered in my medical notes that I had been examined so I shouldn't have to go through it again for quite some time. 

The nurse started to ask me some questions. The first ones were OK as they were fairly straightforward, such as my height, age and weight. However after a while the questions started to get more personal and 'private' and I began to feel uncomfortable discussing intimate things with her. She asked me how often I made love, how many partners I had had, and if I ever experienced any problems such as lack of vaginal lubrication. I could feel myself blushing again as I tried to answer her questions.

After I had answered most of her questions the nurse then told me that she would give me a quick internal examination. I watched as she pulled open a cupboard door and took out a small stainless steel dish into which she placed a couple of things. 

'Don't worry about it,' she casually said as she made her preparations. 'It won't take long then it will all be over,' then she added with a wry smile 'and I'll make sure that I'm gentle with you.'

I watched from my reclining position on the examination table as she tore open a plastic packet and took out a pair of flesh coloured latex gloves. She peeled one down slowly over each of the fingers on her right hand making sure that it was stretched all the way down. As it reached her wrist it made a sharp slapping noise as she flicked the elastic into place. She then unscrewed the plastic cap to a small tube and as I watched her she theatrically squeezed out a large drop of lubrication gel onto the tip of her long latex covered index finger.

It was strange that as I watched the nurse get ready to examine me I could feel the tingling feeling that I get in my pussy and nipples when I start to get turned on. I couldn't understand this and was cross with myself. How could I be starting to feel aroused when a nurse that I didn't know was about to professionally examine my vagina?

The nurse approached me on the examination table, and almost as an involuntary reaction I pressed my legs tightly together. She must have sensed my nervousness as she cheerfully told me not to worry.

'Lift your knees up and open your legs for me please Mrs Smith.' I heard her say.

I did as I was asked and slowly lifted my knees toward my chest and let my legs fall open. I knew that she must now have a good view of my smooth pussy lips and tufty hair above. I guessed that she must have seen this view many times before with ladies of all shapes, sizes and ages, but I still felt embarrassed exposing myself to her like this.

'Lovely, thank you.' She said.

As I lay on the examination table with my legs open and my nearly hairless pussy in full view of this stranger I was aware that my lips were gaping open and my hole was becoming wet and sticky. I hoped that the nurse didn't realise that she did not actually need the lubricating gel on her finger as my pussy was doing very well in producing its own natural lubrication! I'm not sure whether it was my imagination or not but I thought that when I breathed in I could smell the heady musky scent of my arousal.

'OK now I will examine you internally to make sure that everything is functioning correctly.' The nurse said.

No sooner had she told me what she was going to do I felt her finger on my pussy. I looked down my body towards my open legs and watched her as she examined me. I felt her finger brush between my puffy love lips and it gently slid inside me. She twisted her finger around inside and I could feel it massaging the inner walls of my pussy. I was aware that I was getting very wet and sticky. The nurse pulled her finger most of the way out of me and I realised that I felt disappointed that the examination was over. However the examination was not over as she slid her finger right inside me again. I had to fight the urge to lift my hips off from the table to push against her finger as once again she moved it deeply inside me of me.

She then pulled out from me again and gently teased and pulled at both of my engorged love lips in turn. I knew that as she pulled open my long puffy love lips she would be able to see right inside of my pink sticky hole. I was beginning to find the whole experience very arousing. Once again she pushed her index finger deeply into me and I could not help myself and let a tiny little moan escape from my lips. I hoped that the nurse had not heard this.

'OK, that's great,' the nurse said as she pulled her finger out from inside of me and pulled the latex glove off from her hand inside out. 'Everything appears to be working normally.' She then turned and placed the soiled glove in the stainless steel bin in the corner of the room.

I was relieved that it was over but was a little taken aback when the nurse said that she would like to have a second opinion and would it be OK for Doctor Fowler to examine me. I was really shocked when she asked this, I could just about put up with a female nurse to examine me, but I was not keen on a male doctor that I did not know examining me as well.

'I really feel that it would be beneficial to get a second opinion.' She said. 'It is always better to be on the safe side.'

'Does he really have to examine me?' I asked, 'won't your examination be sufficient?'

'No he doesn't have to, but I feel that as you are here it would be better to get a second opinion just in case I have missed anything.' 

I don't really want him to examine me I protested.

'That's Ok but the surgery may call you back soon for an examination if you haven't had a really thorough one here today.'

I didn't want to come back for another examination on another occasion, yet I really didn't want a strange doctor probing about with me. The nurse sensing my apprehension said 'Doctor Fowler is very good with our female patients. If you are worried about being examined by a man he sometimes uses a special technique for nervous ladies.' 

'I am a bit worried.' I told her. 'How does he examine people like me?'

'He is very gentle and examines you in such a way that you cannot see him so there is no need to feel embarrassed.'

I thought about it for a few moments. 'OK, well I suppose if he is gentle and I can't see him, then if you really insist I should have a second opinion while I am here I will.'

'That's fantastic,' the nurse said. I'm sure that you won't regret it.'

The nurse asked me to get up from the examination table and stand to the side of it. She asked me to bend over the table and lean on it with my arms. She then asked me to spread my legs apart. I did as she asked and made myself as comfortable as I could bent over the examination table with my legs open and my bottom in the air. I felt very exposed and could feel cool air on my smooth, still wet pussy. The nurse pulled the plastic curtain behind her and left me alone as she left the room to go and find Doctor Fowler.

I waited in this position for what seemed a long time. I couldn't understand why it was taking so long for the nurse to find Doctor Fowler. As far as I knew his surgery was only a couple of doors down the corridor. As I waited bent over the examination table I realised that my pussy was tingling in excitement. Having the latex covered finger of the nurse deep inside me only minutes before had really aroused me. In the back of my mind I felt uncomfortable leaning over the table like this as it felt a really strange thing to be doing in a doctor's surgery. 

I heard the door open and listened to the footsteps as they walked the few paces across the room. They stopped by the plastic curtain and it all went very quiet. As I waited for something to happen the silence was broken by strange noises which if I did not know any better sounded exactly like someone passionately kissing.

Suddenly the plastic curtain was pulled aside and I heard the nurse say 'here you are doctor this is the patient. I have given her a brief internal examination and everything seems in order, however I think that you should have a more detailed look and give a second opinion just to be on the safe side.'

'Ok, thank you nurse.' The deep husky voice of the doctor replied.

I stood bent over the examination table with my legs apart. I knew that if the doctor looked between my legs he would see my gaping open pussy. I was wet with anticipation and I knew that the air was heady with my musky woman scent.

I didn't have long to wait as I felt a large finger wipe its way up my moist slit gently parting the puffy flaps of my pussy lips. I heard the doctor tell the nurse that lubrication would not be required and I cringed with embarrassment as I realised that he knew that my pussy was sopping wet. Suddenly he plunged his finger all the way inside me and moved it in a circular movement. He then withdrew and plunged two of his fingers all the way into me. He then spent some time slowly fingering me. The sensations were delightful and I gently rocked my self back and forth on his fingers as they moved around and explored deep inside me.

'Everything seems to be in order here nurse,' I heard the doctor say behind my back. 'But just to be sure I think that I need to probe much deeper and even more thoroughly.'

'I think that that would be a good idea,' the nurse eagerly responded.

I was aware that my breathing was becoming heavier and behind me I heard a rustling sound. The doctor asked me to spread my legs apart a little more and without delay I did as he instructed me. Then behind me I felt a large object pressing against the crack of my pussy. I knew what it was, and I knew that it was wrong – but I wanted it so badly. The doctor held his hardness for a few moments against my wet pussy just nestling his spongy head between my engorged love lips.

I couldn't wait any longer and I thrust my hips backwards to meet him and his cock slid quickly and deeply into me. I moaned as I pressed my buttocks backwards to make sure that he was all the way inside of me. My pussy walls were stretched and I had that wonderful sensation of being completely full up. The doctor's cock certainly was much bigger and thicker than my husbands.

The doctor held me gently by my hips and began to thrust firmly in and out of me. He pulled his cock nearly all the way out, then slid it slowly all the way back in. He gradually increased his rhythm and all that I could hear was my heavy breathing and the slapping noise that his heavy balls made as they made contact with my buttocks. I even forgot that the nurse was still in the room with us.

It did not take long and I felt his cock tense inside me then my pussy was flooded with his warm eruption as he came. I felt his cock twitching inside of me as he emptied his sperm deep inside me in several forceful jets. I was disappointed as I was just beginning to feel an orgasm building when he stopped thrusting and pulled his softening cock out from me.




The medical examination



'That examination is complete nurse,' the doctor said. 'Everything is fine but there seems to be a discharge that will need cleaning up from this patient.'

As soon as the doctor had finished speaking to the nurse I heard him leave the room.

'I told you that it would be OK didn't I,' said the nurse. 'Doctor Fowler really does have a good bedside manner with shy and nervous patients.'

I merely grunted in reply. I was feeling frustrated that I hadn't come when I was getting so close.

'We had better get that discharge cleaned up like the doctor said. Will you turn round and lie back on the examination table please.' The nurse asked.

I did as she asked and turned round and pulled myself up onto the table again. As I moved my pussy made a rude farting sound as some of the air that was trapped inside of me was expelled. I was so embarrassed that this happened in front of her and my cheeks went an even deeper shade of red. I made my self comfortable on the examination table lying on my back with the upper part of my body supported by the sloping headrest – it really was quite comfortable. The nurse moved to the end of the table.

'Pull your knees up all the way to your chest and open you legs for me.' she said.

I did as I was told. As I drew my legs up and apart my pussy opened up and I felt a trickle of warm sperm leak out from inside of me and run down towards my asshole. I felt so dirty opening myself up like this directly in front of the nurse.

The nurse was at the end of the examination table and as the sperm leaked out from the bottom of my pussy she quickly moved forward until she was directly between my legs. I could feel her hot breath on my inner thighs. I watched her as she moved in closer then her mouth enveloped my pussy and she started to lick and suck the doctor's sperm out from me. I couldn't stop myself from moaning loudly as her tongue lapped up and down my wet slit. All I could see was her cascading blonde hair in between my open thighs. She licked from my asshole upwards cleaning up the sperm that had leaked out from me. I couldn't help myself and I reached down with my hands and pulled her in closer to me. I placed my hand behind her head and pulled her mouth into my smooth pussy. I felt her tongue darting out and probing as far as it could inside my sticky hole. She was gulping as she swallowed down the big wads of the doctor's sticky fresh sperm which was still oozing out from me. 

The nurse was good with her tongue – it was certainly obvious that she had done this before! - and I could feel an orgasm staring to build. She must have sensed this as she moved her attention from my gaping hole and started to concentrate on licking my stiff little clit. She sucked it between her lips gently nibbling it between her teeth then flicked her tongue across it. I knew that if she didn't stop I was going to come soon. I clamped my legs tightly either side of her blonde head and as she rapidly flicked her tongue over my clit in small circular motions I couldn't help myself and moaned very loudly a few times, then let out some guttural whimpering noises as a massive orgasm shuddered through my body.

As I came down from the huge orgasm I relaxed my now sweaty thighs and Sally moved out from between my legs. She stood up and came over to the top of the examination table. Her mouth, lips and chin were shiny and wet with the combined juices from my pussy. I was still lying down as she leant over me and kissed me, forcing her tongue between my lips and into my mouth. We kissed for only a few seconds, but it was enough for me to taste my own tangy juices as well as the faint bleachy metallic flavour of the doctor's sperm.

'The examination is all finished now so please get yourself dressed and see yourself out.' She said, and then she turned and left the room.

I lay for a few minutes where I was getting my breath back after the huge orgasm I had just had. Eventually I swung myself round and sat on the side of the examination table. My underwear and skirt were still folded on the small chair where I had left them. I calmly dressed myself and got ready to leave the surgery.

I left the nurses room and walked back down the small corridor to the reception area to find my way out. The only people there were my next door neighbour Sally and her husband. I am very friendly with them. Sally is the practice manager of the local doctor's surgery, so she has the keys to use the premises out of hours!



The Mirror



She was bored. Some days are just like that.

She had a long week and Fridays were always a good day to go out with her boyfriend. 

Ah, her delicious boyfriend. It always brought a smile on her lips. 

But she frowned, no, today she was furious at him. 

He had called and said he'd be late, although he knew how much she wanted to go out on a Friday night for a drink or two. 

Amanda had just got out of the shower to pick up the phone, that call that started with 'Amanda, I'm sorry, but...'

Her skin was smooth and fragrant from the oils she had rubbed on, her hair slightly wet on her shoulders and her towel ready to be replaced by a long, red, tight to the body dress. 

But, no. He had to stay some more at work.

She kept the towel on, while she took her phone nonchalantly to browse anything, just to pass the time. Nothing could hold her interest. She had dreamed of a night out with him and some heavy flirting between them, fired up by some drinks and then a hot fun back home. Shit, he had to stay on a Friday night?

She turned the phone off, then on again. She pressed on the screen absentmindedly. The camera shutter went off. Click. Oh, fuck. She opened the Pictures folder to delete the pic that was taken because she knew she had limited storage space. 

What she saw startled her; a shot of half of her breasts slipping out of the towel. Nice... She could send it to him, just to tease him. 

Teasing woke her up, dissolved her boredom and made her alive again. No, she could do better. 

She tossed the towel on the floor and got onto bed. She held the camera and aimed her breasts. Click. Then went lower, to capture a view from her thighs up to her breasts. Click.

She reviewed them, they were inviting enough, so she sent them. Amanda sat lazily on her bed, waiting his response; one of his lines that always had a way to turn her on. A minute passed, then another. No answer.

I don't need you Eric, I can have I good time on my own, too.

She got up and turned off the lights; the moonlight through her open window was enough, more than enough. 

She got up and brought her oils; she used oils instead of body creams and some essential oils for enhancing smell, jasmine and sweet lemon. Her hair had almost dried, forming soft, brunet, curls, reaching just below her neck. 

She searched her cell phone for her favorite love making playlist and hit play. The first notes were from Leonard Kohen, 'I'm your man' and the volume was just fine, two out of thirty. 

Amanda positioned herself in a way that she could see herself in the mirror, her precious Eric had insisted on having. She let a growl thinking of him, her brown eyes sparkling. I will not cum on you today Eric!

She felt the moonlight on her naked body, waking up her senses. 

She took a look at the mirror, catching a golden glow on her skin. She felt more confident. Slowly, she slid her left hand down, between her legs and felt her opening, warm and moist. Hell, he should have been here. She closed her eyes and focused on the trail her finger made, outlining her lips. God, they were so soft. She circled her entrance then, moving so slowly up and down her slit. She let a soft moan, oh, that felt good. All her fingertips were moistened by her juices and Amanda felt her fingers having their own will, driving her hand into her cunt. 

Amanda opened her legs more and deliberately stopped moving her hand. She even halted her breathing; music even lowered at this point. 

She squeezed her hips and a sudden cry let her lips. Fuck, that was good, really good. Amanda stopped moving, she wanted to make this sensation last; it was her Friday night after all! She ran her fingers over her bare skin, just rimming, not stroking. Ah, she couldn't hold her moans, however soft. 

Hey, I'm home!

Shit, he was back and with a couple of strides he would be in the bedroom. Amanda felt her heartbeat gallop and froze. 

Eric walked in, with a hearty smile on his face; he knew she would be mad at him for ruining her favorite night out. 

Then, he noticed her aroused body, her oiled hands and the glow she got from the dim light. He didn't speak; he didn't want to break in that thick air of desire he could feel. 

He knelt by the bed and put his hand over hers, wordlessly.

Amanda started moving her hips and taking a hard grip of her mound, his hand was on top of hers, following her moves. Her breath quickened once more. Fuck, just his presence got her even wetter, if that could be possible.

Eric, smoothly left her hand and slid down her opening. Amanda took a firm grip of his free hand, making him stop. This was too much for her and Eric understood that she was close but wanted to enjoy more. 

He took just a moment and slid a finger in her cunt, all at once, feeling her tight around him. He paused for a tiny moment and pushed it more inside her, repeating it only twice when Amanda whispered "Stop it Eric... Please"

He hid his chuckle, his small victory and let his now glistening fingers out. Amanda took hold of his hand and pushed his fingers in her mouth. Now it was Eric's turn to gasp. Holy shit! 

He leaned forward to kiss her but she signaled 'no'. So be it. She was still angry. 

He lowered to her breasts, moving with her breath. He licked her right nipple and Amanda let another cry out, louder this time. Pain and pleasure combined. 

He circled her hard nipple and suddenly bit it lightly. 

"Eric..." She protested but she didn't want him to stop. 

He let go of her breasts and caressed her hair. 

"Cum for me Amanda, cum for me."

His voice was so low, Amanda thought it came out of some chambers in her brain. 

Her breath got shorter on hearing him and she shivered. 

Sweat was shining on her forehead; Eric tucked her hair out of her face, tenderly and sensually. 

"Cum for me sweetie."

She forgot how frustrated she was at him and could only feel his voice vibrating on her clit, making it so tender, that she avoided to touch it. 

Eric passed his fingers through her hair again and Amanda felt a twitch in her clit. God, he could have quite an effect on her, even without directly touching her.

She circled her own left nipple, so lightly like she never touched it really. 

"Let go Amanda."

Her face was now hard; she felt pain to restrain herself anymore. He knew her better than she knew herself.

Amanda lowered her hand and passed two fingers over her slit and entrance and finally her up her clit. 

She let go.

Eric felt a thunderbolt pass through her, heard her cries and somewhere in there he thought he heard his name. 

He caressed her hair while he touched her forehead and felt her sweat on his lips. He kissed again on the same spot.

While Amanda was still shaking and trying to catch her breath, Eric moved quietly between her legs, kneeling in front of the bed. He gently made her bend her knees and pulled her just a little closer. 

She realized what was happening to her when she felt his tongue tasting her juices. 

She tried to whisper 'Eric' but she wasn't sure any word left her mouth. 

It was painful and exciting, it was a torture, so like what Eric would do! 

She caught his head firmly but didn't know if she should push him towards her or push him away. She stood there for a moment, when, still undecided, felt his hands gripping hers and putting them on her sides while still licking her. 

Amanda let a small cry. 

Eric got just a bit rougher, biting her clit and releasing it just once. When he inserted his finger into her slippery, warm cunt she moved her hips to reach him, protesting 'no' and arching her back. He chuckled as he curled his finger inside her, seeing her totally surrendered. 

He put his palm firmly on her lower belly, pressing her while he was fucking her with his finger. 

'Cum again."

Amanda didn't have a brain right now, she was all senses. She arched her back some more and moved to his rhythm, while Nina Simone was singing 'My baby just cares for me.'

It wasn't just his tongue playing on her clit and his fingers taking her cunt; it was his presence, the pressure of his hand on her, his breath running on her slit, the echo of his voice ordering her to let go and his smell, oh his smell that made her know he was there before she could see or hear him.

A glance at the mirror, made her head jump, as Eric was leaning over her cunt, holding her thighs and lifting his eyes to see her, watch her as she was totally abandoned in him. 

'Eric' escaped her lips and she felt pleasure building up once more. She couldn't stop now; she would beg him to go on if he ever tried to remove his tongue and his finger and his gripping. 

'Eric' and there was a halt, a sudden stop of breathing until she deliberately quit thinking about controlling her body anymore. 

Amanda felt her body transit into a liquefaction stage, full with warmth and mind shutting pleasure, before he came back to herself, into her body, with her delicious boyfriend by her side, whispering her name and smiling while running a finger from her nose to her navel.

She could only turn her head to him, not wanting to disturb the feeling of her body lying on the exact same position as she was when her second orgasm struck. 

She gave him a small kiss on his lips, barely touching them. 

"Eric, I..."

He stopped her with a wet reaction to her kiss, his tongue licking her lips.

He steadied himself on his side with one arm, on his elbow and playfully asked, "Do you still wanna go out or stay in?"

*****

Inspired by and dedicated to a delicious friend.



The Mission



The monthlong ordeal was over. My wife Yanna's annual mission to Guatemala—was it Guatemala?—to administer vaccinations and provide medical care for indigent children had finally ended. I picked her up at the airport a little after 2 p.m. and we began the hour's drive back home to our gated community.

After playing verbal catch-up for much of the time I finally took a deep breath and popped the question: "So, did you have sex while you were down there?"

"Nope," she said, looking down at her slender lap. "For one thing Fernando didn't make the trip this year."

Fernando was a local doctor and Yanna's sometimes lover, at least when they found themselves together in the jungles and squalid, muddy towns of Central America for weeks at a time. Fernando, too, was married. "You?" she asked.

"Just a couple of hand-jobs at Randy's." Randy's was a gay theater in the downtown area I sometimes frequented. Usually whenever Yanna asked if she could have the house for a few hours. "Private time," we called it.

"Giving or receiving?"

"Giving."

"That and a lot of masturbation, hunh?"

Laughter bubbled from my lips, complementing Yanna's grin. "You got it, baby!"

After a pause I added: "I invited Aaron over."

"Aaron?"

"He'll be glad to see you."

Under seatbelt's restraint Yanna bounced in her seat and clapped slender hands. "Oh goody! My husband and my boyfriend tonight! Can't wait!"

"I thought you could use a good fuck, dear, after your ideal."

"I'm dying for one!"

It was only as Yanna clapped and bounced again that I caught my slip. Ordeal, I'd meant to say. I gave my head a shake. Our driveway was coming into view. Aaron's Range Rover was already there, blocking the garage entrance. Thanks a lot, man.

Aaron was waiting for us inside, sipping a beer. One of my beers. He had a key. I would say he was family but that would make his on-again, off-again relationship with Yanna, and sometimes even me, incestuous. And god only knows I wouldn't want to travel down that road.

At the sight of my beautiful, if travel-worn, wife, Aaron jumped up and came running over. I decided to give them a minute of alone-time together and made a trip back to the car for more baggage. When I returned they were still hugging and swaying in the vestibule, with Fernando, I mean Aaron, alternately kissing and whispering into Yanna's left ear. He held the slender small of her back with one hand while his other squeezed my wife's rather flattish ass. Plump white asses and slender bodies rarely go together. I'll take slender.

"Hey, you two," I said.

Aaron broke it off. "I'll help with the luggage."

"One more piece," I advised. "That's it. And close the trunk?"

Yanna said, "Just stack the stuff here, boys. I'll deal with it later. I feel really grungy from the trip at the moment. I'm gonna go upstairs and take a hot shower and brush my teeth. Someone make margaritas!"

That would be me. As I hunted down the tequila, et al. Aaron stood with his hands on his hips—Behold!—looking up the stairs Yanna had just quickly vacated.

"How does she stay so thin!" he proclaimed.

"Well, spending a month every year in a country whose gross national product is equal to about the city of Pittsburgh's annual budget...that'll keep the weight off."

Aaron laughed. "Hey, man," he said, taking a seat on a stool as if this were a bar and I his personal bartender, "why didn't you call me while she was away. I would've come over. We could've caught a game or something."

I looked around, from the blender. "You hate sports."

He was grinning. "There's one sport I really like."

I bit my tongue. Decided not to go there. I was hand-scooping ice into the blender. Clear, fresh bagged ice, the good stuff. Cold.

It was true. I'd performed oral on Aaron, more than a few times. And he'd fucked me about an equal number, usually when Yanna was out of town. But I always felt guilty afterwards. As if I'd cheated on my saintly wife, which I had. To this point I'd never worked up the courage to tell Yanna that Aaron and I sometimes had sexual relations independent of our threesomes, and independent of their twosomes together.

As Yanna liked to say, with a smile: "It's not cheating if your spouse knows about it, and approves of it. Right? It's just fun and games."

But Yanna didn't know about me and Aaron, and our occasional "get-togethers." And so, in the spermy aftermath, I was always flooded with guilt. On top of the tequila, and X, I poured gurgling green margarita mix until it was about an inch from the top of the ice. Then I lidded the container and hit Blend.

"What?" I asked.

"I said," Aaron said, half-rising off his stool, "why didn't you call me?"

I put forefinger to lips and hissed, "Shhhh!"

He was still grinning. "You don't think that sexy-smart wife of yours knows about us?"

"Did you tell her?" I asked in mild panic.

"No! But she knows. Believe me. She's watched you suck my cock enough times in our threesomes. She knows..."

I wanted to clock my ever-grinning friend. No, really. My wife knew she'd married a bisexual. She accepted it. May've even liked it, in her own unique kinky way. But sex with her "boyfriend" Aaron? While she was away administering to the poor? I felt my face brimming red. I wished I'd taken boxing in my youth. A quick straight jab to Aaron's prominent nose, knocking him over backwards off the stool. Standing over him like Ali did Foreman, fist raised. Take that!

The blender was screaming. No ice left to transform. I had a temporary fever. Needed a cold—very cold—drink.

"Save me some, boys," my model-bodied wife said, slenderly descending the stairs. She was wearing a silk robe and little, if nothing, else. Panties? The robe hung tightly to mid-thigh. How good it must feel to suddenly be basking in luxuries!

Aaron greeted her descent. They hugged, kissed on the lips. Hugged again. He squeezed her ass (no panties).

"God I'm horny for you," he said.

"Down boy," Yanna said, pulling free. "I need a drink first. I've been in the jungle for four months."

The three of us stood—or sat—around the kitchen and drank. I'd loaded the blender with tequila. We all got drunk, quickly. Yanna ended up on Aaron's lap. He pulled her robe open, baring her pubes, which were freshly shaved, and fingered her while we drank, and laughed. I came around and squeezed my wife's left breast. I felt like an intruder. Superfluous.

It was Yanna who suggested we all go upstairs to the bedroom, where it would be "more comfortable."

As often happened with our threesomes, I sat on the very edge of the foot of the bed and sucked Aaron's swelling cock while my wife, lying further back on the pillows, watched us and played with herself.

"Oh, boys...," she would say, over an over.

Then Aaron, basically, pushed me aside and climbed between Yanna's slender legs. And entered her lubricated solely by Yanna's juices and my saliva. And fucked her on her back, with her legs wrapped around his. I stood to the side and watched, stroking myself.

After Aaron finished in her, rather quickly I might add, on this day, their position never having changed, which was unusual, and he backed away, with his fresh sperm oozing out of her vagina onto the sheet, I climbed on the bed on my knees on the side of the bed and jacked off—also quickly—all over my beautiful wife's pouty little B-cup breasts.

After which her circling right hand massaged my sperm—I regretted I'd masturbated that morning—into her breasts and over her flat belly. Yanna appeared to be in some kind of trance.

"Oh, boys...," she moaned, eyes closed, seemingly having attained her bliss.

Aaron, mission accomplished, was already dressing. I, for my part, ran to the bathroom and brought back a warm, wet washcloth. For my dreamy wife. Aaron had made a big wetspot between her legs and I was jealous. Well, of that and other things.

He made quick excuses and backed his Range Rover out of the drive, leaving the kitchen to Yanna and me, and to a fresh batch of margaritas. It was Cinco de Mayo, after all.

"It's like being pregnant," my wife said, silk robe once against wrapped around her sated, otherwise naked body. "You can't drink. Although we did smoke some amazing dope."

"I'm sure." 

We clinked glasses. Yanna was back home! We'd just had a threesome with Asshole Aaron! Things were back to normal!

Yanna swallowed, and frowned. From the cold? "I don't understand," she said.

"What?"

"Why you and Aaron don't get together while I'm gone. It's obvious he enjoys getting his cock sucked—by you I mean. I was watching him...he really gets off on it! You're both bisexual. Why not have some fun? Wouldn't that be superior to some...theater?"

"I...You're serious, darling?" I was dumbstruck.

"I've fucked other men on these missions," she said, after an icy green swallow. "Why not you? I mean him and you? Then, when I get back..." She tossed her hair. "It's only fair..."

I was suffused with love, and joy. I put my drink down and came around and again cupped my wife's silky, loose breasts and kissed her neck. Her ear. Her cheek. Her hair, redolent of expensive shampoo. What a generous human being!

"You're a saint, you know that?" I said. I dropped to my knees. Spread her legs on the stool, parted her robe. Aaron's cum was still inside her. Some of it, deeply. I put my mouth to her lips. I licked. I tasted...

Pure bliss.



The Mission



I failed. After receiving the divorce papers from a civil server, I felt my world would never be the same. I never knew how it got this bad in the first place? My husband was truly a good man. He needed a better wife, anyways. I was lost, helpless at work, and sat at my desk in my little cubicle, crying. I never in my life felt so all alone or misunderstood. I read the papers three times. Every single time, I wished it were some sort of perverted joke or perhaps I'd get a phone call that I had somehow been served mistakenly. However, the phone call never came, no joke had been played, and I felt helpless. I wished I could call a friend or family member at this time of need but my sister would be full of "I told you so". My friends wouldn't do anything but try to comfort me with the same old rhetoric of all people's failures. No, I had to go home regroup and think about my plan of action.

 Many women would have given up, but not me. I was determined to get my man back, no matter what it took. I sat on my couch after the day being a blur. I reread the papers again at least twice. It said I had six weeks before the divorce was final. This means I had five and a half weeks to get my plan of action going. I meant to lose forty two pounds in that time, join a gym, and grow my hair which I had cut too short for my husband likes. I would wear dresses instead of slacks all the time. I had to become, what I once was, instead of what I was, which turned my man away from me. I needed to bring sexy back from the depths of hell, where she had fallen. I would eat healthy little snacks like carrot sticks, green apples, and celery sticks with peanut butter. I will drink only water and diet cola only once a day. I would exercise like a maniac starting tonight. I had my plan then I would spring my trap. This was my mission to get my husband back. If I failed at this then I wouldn't be less of a woman for trying but, I would have at least tried. I was determined that no matter what happened, I would try. Hell, if my husband was drowning, I would at least swim out to save him, right. Well, he didn't know he was drowning in a sea of shit and it was up to me to rescue him from the shit swamp. 

 I went into my walk-in closet to see if any of my old jeans, shorts, skirts, and even a few dresses would fit. Not one outfit I picked out would remotely fit my fat ass. Yeah, I can say fat ass because that is what I had become. My husband deserved better, much better. 

 I went for a long two mile walk the first evening before the sunset. I tried like hell to make a big circle in sneakers, my red jogging sweats and red little ankle socks. I walked at a steady pace noticing how tired my legs got. I watched as my body flab jiggled and my thighs rubbed together. I was thinking to myself, day one of the road to recovery. I walked angry, determined, and without much motivation other than the anger. I was angry at myself, my husband, the little shit girlfriend who didn't care that he was married, and the fucking civil server who delivered the papers with a smug look. I should have punched the little nerd in his acne covered face. I walked hard. I heard dogs barking at me not caring if they were loose or not. Right now I was not the redhead to fuck with. 

 Oh yeah, I'm a red haired woman about five seven, green eyes, one hundred sixty eight pounds, with light freckles which my husband used to love. Now he's chosen a blonde bimbo with blue eyes, a tiny frame of about a hundred and ten or so pounds, and tattoos all over. She wore her hair long with ringlets of curls past her shoulders. She also had an annoying raucous laugh when she played up to men. My husband was definitely fooled by her. The reason I know her so well, is because she used to be someone I called a friend, until she double crossed me. Now Candy Martin is my worst ever enemy. If she were on fire in my front yard, I wouldn't pour piss out of a boot to put the bitch out. Yeah, I'd probably use charcoal fluid to douse the flames. 

 All of these evil little thoughts were running through my brain as I continued walking back up the hill towards my home. I was still angry, hurt, and alone. My husband better see the light before he sees permanent darkness is what my last thought was entering my home. I walked inside and was about to drink a nice cold glass of ice tea but then decided the tap water was what was on the agenda. I reached inside the refrigerator, retrieved the ice tea, and poured the entire pitcher down the drain. I then got a clean glass out of the cabinet rinsed it out, dispensed ice cubes from the automatic ice dispenser into the glass, turned the tap water on and filled the glass. It was at that moment when the phone rang. 

 I still angry looked at the phone to check the caller I.D. but the number and name registered private. I walked over answering the phone. I heard a little giggle it was the one person who was gloating no doubt and she didn't truly want to get on my worst side. 

 Instead of hello I said, "Candy what the fuck do you want, you husband stealing whore?"

 Candy got quiet then said, "Steven asked me to call to see about getting some things this weekend and wanted to know if you were going to be civil about this procedure?"

 I drank some water while I listened to her bullshit then I said, "Sure, I will honey but he has nothing here for him to take with him. Deliver this message to my husband for me, are you listening closely? If he doesn't return to me then nobody will have him, got it. Oh and ask my husband, since when does he need a spokesperson to talk to his wife? Tell the piece of shit to call me personally and not hide behind a sorry ass cunt to do his calling. "

 Candy was quiet again then said, "Hey, this is a recorded conversation and you just all but made a threat towards your husband's life. Don't you know you could wind up in jail?"

 I said, "Let's get something straight right now bitch, that wasn't a threat it is a promise. I don't care if I'm locked up because they will have to bond me out sooner or later, got it. Oh and sweetheart, I give a shit about jail right about now so, if you push me I'll be there to clean house. I don't make threats so, that too is a promise."

 Candy didn't say anything then she simply hung up. I drank the rest of my water content that she and I would one day be alone together.

 The next morning, I woke up satisfied with the soreness I felt in my muscles. I jumped into the shower, washed, and was out the door to work. I worked all day diligently and undisturbed. I got off work, headed straight for a local gym and joined. It was called Hot Spot Spa. 

 Hans the owner was a dietician, a body shaper, and fitness expert. He was tall, blonde haired, with soft brown eyes, and muscled all over. There was only one drawback, for me that is, he was gay. I told him everything once I found out that he was gay. I confided things like my husband was the only man I had ever been with in a sexual way and that I needed him to be back with me one day. I began to cry. 

 Hans stopped me telling me to stop feeling sorry for myself and get to work. At first, I thought he was a heartless bastard who didn't give a shit but he surprised me by putting my situation into perspective when he said, "If you let this other hooch momma steal your man, then you aren't worth my time girl. Now get up ride the stationary bike for ten minutes and meet me in the weight room. I'll set the time. I noticed he set the time for twelve minutes not ten. Then he said, "Well come on princess get your ass moving, go, go, go!"

 I jumped up without thinking about it and was peddling the stationary bike all twelve minutes. The sweat poured off of me as I walked on wobbly legs into the gym. Hans was there smiling at me. I went to the leg press machine, the squat machine, and the leg extension machine for the next forty five minutes with four sets apiece. Hans then explained why he wanted my legs worked so hard. He said, "You have really surprised me Red. I thought you would have given up by now but I wanted to see if your legs could withstand the pressure. The woman's leg area is the easiest to go first. It is upper body for men. I wanted to be able to press your legs hard to build your foundation. Once your legs get stronger then we can get you ready for the body shaping you needs to fit in those old clothes you told me about. Hell, they may even droop off of you when we're done in five weeks. Then you'll be ready to win the love back in four days or so." 

 I wasn't sure at the time, if Hans was insane or if he truly believed he could transform me into a sexy vixen in five weeks. Well, I lost a total of forty seven pounds with Hans as my personal trainer. I was a very healthy lean one hundred twenty one pounds and just as he had promised I was a complete knockout. My red hair was vibrant and once more long past my shoulders with a sexy fullness to it. I had returned from the dead to complete my mission. Oh don't get me wrong, it was the hardest five weeks of my life with medicine ball belly twists, pushups, sit-ups, weight training, elliptical machines, bicycle machines, and aerobics fitness classes. I dieted as well. It was the most I had ever done in my life for the mission. 

 Now I went home totally renewed with a sexual need and appetite to satisfy. Strangely enough, during all this time I hadn't seen or heard from my husband or Candy. Not until I decided to call him to allow him to come get the stuff he wanted. I was feeling gracious, happy, and highly sexy. I decided to wear a skimpy slinky floral little sundress with spaghetti straps and white thong underwear, no brassier to show off my new figure and firm rounded breasts. 

 I knew it would just be him, Steven, because Candy feared the possibilities. I wanted to catch him staring at my newly shaped body, my long curly red hair, and my new rounded shapely ass as I walked out in front of him. Steven arrived around six thirty that evening. I watched as his mouth dropped at my transformation. I smiled demurely then said, "Well, come in dear before you catch cold. I wouldn't want that for you because then I'll have to give my hubby some T.L.C. in order to help him." I purposefully left the hallway light on so it would illuminate my features through the sundress and make it transparent through the lighting for him to see everything he had been missing. I watched as Steven walked in behind me watching me switch my little ass in front of him. He hadn't said a word devouring me with his beautiful blue eyes. His dark hair looked disheveled and his shirt was pulled out of his slacks so it was hard to tell if I had a big impact on him. I watched secretly as his slight glances turned into full out gawking with lust filled intensions. This is just what I wanted.

 I smiled looking purposefully back over my shoulder at him watching his facial expressions as he was following my ass and not me. I abruptly stopped then said, "Well tiger, get whatever you want. I will not stop you." 

 I noticed his face finally look up to my eyes and quickly back to my breasts as I turned around to face him. He looked at me mischievously then said, "If I could have anything I want I'll take this." He reached out his hand grabbing my breasts. He began kissing me full on the mouth before wrapping his full arms around my tiny waistline hugging me closely. Then he said, "Baby I'm so sorry. Can I have another chance?" I was melting because this moment was what I had wanted for the five weeks of hell I went through and it came so easily it seemed. I wanted him to grovel and beg but the softness came out of me. 

 I then looked at him sternly then said, "Okay, Steven the only way this will happen tonight because I didn't leave you, you left me remember?"

 He shook his head up and down yes, like a little boy and then I continued, "Is if you call the whore Candy right now and tell her you are staying for good. Tell her, she can go straight to hell. I mean every word verbatim too. No softness in your voice, no weakness, just a husband coming home to his wife for good. Oh and Steven, if you ever do this to me again, I'll be the one fucking, sucking, and giving every man I want some pussy, got it." 

 Again, he shook his head up and down in affirmation. The call was made with me standing right there by the phone listening to every word. When the phone was hung up I smiled then said, "Now, where were we?" He wrapped his arms around my waist giving me a long deep sweet kiss with tongue which sent chills up and down my spine. I felt his left hand needing and squeezing my breasts. I felt him pulling me closer into his arms feeling his male member pressing hard against my navel. I moaned as he kissed me deeply. The passion was still there and I was determined to keep it right here where it belonged. My husband slid his hand down my waist gripping my ass cheek with his right hand while still kissing me and needing my breast with his left hand. I felt my body shiver at the strength and conviction of his need for me. I felt the warmth begin growing ever so slowly between my thighs. I needed him inside me as he continued to fondle me in the hallway where we stood. I then stopped the kiss and told him to take me to the bedroom. 

Steven is tall at six seven and had little trouble lifting my now small frame up into his arms as he nuzzled my neck the way he used to. I was ecstatic with his reaction towards me. I felt weightless as he lifted me carrying me quickly towards the bed, still placing expert little kisses on my neck and sensitive ear lobe area. This too sent a new set of warmth in between my thighs. I felt that all was perfect at this moment with my husband. 

Steven laid me down on the bed as he continued his voracious kissing of my entire mouth, neck, ear lobe area, and shoulders. He slowly sexily removed one of my Spaghetti straps still slowly kissing with softer feather light kisses from my collar bone area towards my breasts. I was feeling the passion, desire, and want by his every touch as he while kissing me slid his right hand under the hem of my sundress. I felt his magical gifted hands lightly sliding up my thighs as his kissing continued. A thousand electric jolts began firing to my brain through the tingling touches of his hands. He was immensely talented with both his kisses and handy work as he finally reached between my thighs massaging softly the wetness between my thighs. I felt the tingles turn into a flaming heat as he stroked me. I moaned closing my eyes thinking to myself it had been way too long since I had my man. 

Steven engulfed my left breast into his hot steaming mouth encircling the areola with his delicate tongue before trying to engulf the entire breast into his mouth. My body reacted to this as I arched my back towards his passionate mouth as he continued sucking, licking, and nibbling my entire breast. I felt the heat increasing tremendously and at the same time chills all over my body. I felt alive, wanted, and his need for me. 

Steven was an expert at making me forget things existed in the outside world and he was once again complete with his illusion of tricks. I at the moment forgot why we were even here in our bedroom. It was because of his infidelity with that bitch, Candy. It was at this moment in the throes of my passion that I began to remember, after forgetting in the moment. My anger resurfaced anew. I decided to take control of this situation too. If Steven was to have me it would be on my terms not his.

I let him remove my panties with his nimble hands as he continued to massage my pussy with a purpose. I watched and felt wonderfully alive as he devoured my breasts. The wetness, the nerves he brought back alive from a dormant domain were all very real. I couldn't fake the need or yearning between my thighs neither. I arched my back in truth, moaned with ever increasing heightened pleasure in truth, and felt my inner core reaching hell fire heat. I felt the building of a sweet release as my husband Steven began to slowly descend down, down, and even further down with soft purposeful kissing. He devoured me. 

I then allowed him to lick, suck, and eat my tastiness as his face was between my thighs. I let out yelps of pleasure as his expert devil of a tongue almost made me forget once more why we were here. I felt the building of that release getting closer and closer to a severe climax. I allowed this too to take place. Steven was doing a masterful job of eating my pussy. Then I thought about him doing this same thing to Candy. I told him to stop after my orgasm which completely took me away from the bedroom and had me floating in an island of ecstasy. 

Steven astounded said, "What's the matter did I do something wrong?"

I was hot beyond belief wanting to continue but my anger came out instead. I said, "Come on Steven did you really think it would be that easy?" I wanted to kick myself because I didn't want him to run off to be with her again or push him away either. I did however, want him to beg and grovel for the best piece of ass he would ever have in his life. I wanted him to want me, desire me, and worship me from now on.

He then said, "Oh come on Baby, I did everything you asked of me, and I said I was sorry."

I smiled at his little attempt at righteousness then said, "Do you have a condom? If you don't then, I won't be giving you anything but a hand job. Not until you have been checked for a disease from the cunt you have been hanging around. I won't give in to your cock. Do you understand me Steven?"

Steven just looked at me with an incredulous look. I smiled wickedly wanting him to beg me for sex. I wanted him groveling at my feet. Cruel, yes I can be, especially when you make me cry for hours on end. I knew however, that I had him when I reached over grabbing his stiff cock after spitting in my hand lightly stroking it up and down. As I did this I said, "Okay, prize for door number one. A hand job it is, unless of course you run out and get some condoms? Then you can have this", and I slid my long red lacquered nails between my soft silky pinkness to entice the show. It was cruel yes but very effective. 

A long time ago, I read that most men are ninety percent visual and the rest intellectual. My man was visual and I played on this to get what I wanted. It helps to have a winning hand in poker when you hold all the aces. Candy never had a real chance to rival me. I knew my husband and right now, with him staring at my soft delectable pussy lips in between my sliding red nails as I nimbly danced them in between my fingers, he was completely mine. His face was just inches away from it entranced, staring, and licking his lips with his devil of a tongue. I watched his face closely as he leered at my delightful charm with desire and greed. Realization for him was just setting in as I pinched my clitoris between my pointer finger and middle finger moaning for effect. I felt the juices of my slippery pussy as it must have made my treasure even more appealing to him. 

I watched as his eyes realized the truth when he looked up at me. I then said, "Well hubby, what are you waiting for? This could all be yours if you just get to the drug store and get a box of condoms." I began slowly walking my fingers inside my pussy as I said this. "Oh," I continued, "Tiger, remember to get an energy drink too, because you're going to need it. I'll keep this warm for you so when you return it's all yours for the taking." I once again delved my fingers I was using into my hot, wetness and watched his eyes entranced on my sex. 

Steven jumped off of the bed pulling his engorged angry looking cock from my other hand and threw on his trousers. He all but slid his shirt on, slipped his shoes on with no socks and flew out the door. I couldn't help but giggle as he left the house. I know he would be back in about ten minutes or so ready to continue. I was content with knowing that I would soon be deep into a passionate love making session with my husband. I wanted this moment and secured it with my tantalizing game play. It was perfect watching his lust for me. I already had one orgasm but knew that I would be getting another soon when he took me. I purred like a cat as I stretched out on the soft sheets thinking about this. 




The Mission



It was at this time that I noticed the closet door mirror and hadn't realized I could see myself entirely as what Steven was seeing. I didn't recognize the sexual being staring back at me. I was truly a sexy vixen as I looked at my image with my now small body, four-pack midsection, beautiful red hair, and a pink pussy opened by fingers with a small thin shaved red tuft of hair in a thin line above the opening over an engorged clitoris. Beyond sexy was what I would call it. I noticed too that my breasts were firm and rounded high without need of any support because of the muscles I had developed. I was amazed at my own transformation truly. 

Exactly seven minutes from the time he had left Steven was back with a full box of condoms, three energy drinks, some potato chips, two candy bars, and some k-y jelly. I sort of laughed because there I was plenty of wet for the taking. I watched as he explained that he brought me back an energy drink, some chips, and a candy bar. I then said, "How sweet Steven, but I don't eat candy bars, chips, or even the energy drink because they have far too many calories and are full of sugar. Sorry baby, but I love my new body and mean to keep it this way or even more firm. I will never slip up again baby doll. That was my mistake in the first place." 

The next two and a half hours were a blur. I was making sure my husband was good and fucked. He never once complained about being too tired to continue so I made sure he was the object of my desire the entire time we were making love. 

At first, I told him to get naked and give me a condom after he washed in the sink with a washrag. I didn't want any reminder of Candy anywhere on his being. I was like a territorial bitch that only wanted her man's smell without the smell or any indication of his infidelity. I then took the condom inside out and using just my mouth placed it on his cock. I used my tongue, lips, and saliva to slide the condom on him while he moaned loudly. I licked, sucked, and bobbed my head while I sat on the edge of our bed. 

Steven reached out grabbing my red hair running his hands through it while I continued my application of the condom. I didn't want him to ejaculate too soon so when I felt the throbbing as if he were about to discharge I quit. I caught him looking into the mirror of my image and his while I sucked him. This too was very stimulating. Steven then looked at me when I stopped taking in a big gulp of air. 

I merely smiled up at him then said, "You ready tiger?"

He smiled big shaking his head up and down as I slid back onto the bed with my legs open inviting him in. He waited just a full minute as he then walked up on the bed with his knees. He then said, "I just want you to know that I feel like the luckiest man in the world climbing between your legs. I was a fool to ever think about letting you go." 

A second later he was sliding his cock into my wetness. Magical pleasure from the first stroke was the only thing I could remember besides all of the grunts and groans from one another. I remember vaguely the build-up of the orgasm as it reached a frantic pace from my lover and then gush. I released with a tremendous force of need and desire which had been built up for the past two months. I felt my lover stop at peek depth and his member ensconced into my pussy as I released. I was exhausted with the best feeling in the world. I received the sexual healing I needed from my husband. 

My body was then on fire with lust from him. After he thought he was finished he was sucking my breasts delicately. I grabbed his cock placing another condom on it and began sucking it back to fullness. I then sat across his waist as I lowered my pussy down slowly wrapping his member in my moistness. I heard the sloshing noises which I was delighted to hear. It meant I was very aroused for him. I then began rotating my hips as if I were dancing for him an odd belly dance. I whirled my hips from side to side rotating the action and squeezing my pussy muscles from the inside to grip his massive cock. He was staring up at me running his free hands over my breasts and hips softly with his eyes looking glazed. I noticed him taking this all in with a renewed sense of joy. This would be his forever if he wanted it so. I remember telling him this then I said softly as I leaned over onto his chest while he pumped me full of cock, "Tiger, Don't you ever hurt me again, or I will never be this good to you again. Some other guy will be here in your stead, got it?"

He at that time grunted as he gripped my ass with both of his hands and ejaculated a second time. Once more he shook his head up and down like a little boy as he smiled at me. He then said through gritting teeth, "Never, I promise you baby." 

I sat back sinking his softening cock still in me back inside for the last little contractions then said with a sexy soft voice, "I too promise you that I will never deny you anything you want from me, got it?"

He scooted up sucking my tits with his hot mouth randomly from one to the other then said, "You bet I got it." 

I had to be bonded out of jail for whipping Ms. Candy's ass because we finally met inside a grocery store one day. I was rounding the corner when she with her little shopping cart was coming in the other direction. Hell, I thought to myself a promise is a promise and went to kicking her ass. I even hit her with an Alpo can when I was done. I pled guilty to second degree battery in court and now have a record. I remember telling the judge it wasn't a second degree ass-whipping I gave her I thought it was first class all the way. I was placed on probation for a year and received a seven hundred dollar fine. It was worth it though. Oh well, I just wanted to tell you the rest of the story. Steven and I are doing just fine. I think I'll go home after the gym and give him some great loving. He deserves it. 

Besides, I love the feel of him fucking me just right, where all the bells and whistles go off. My nipples are hard, my breathing rasping, and the sweat is on the nape of my neck. The heat is truly unbelievable, when you have sex just perfect. What can I say? I'm a true red head who is sexy and means to keep the mission intact. 

The End



The Mission of the Heart



It was suppose to be an easy mission, but I was wrong.

Oh, was I wrong.

The mission was to assassinate Charlie Carlson. A classified file was mailed to me a week ago, which stated that I must kill him immediately, no questions asked. There was no further information: Charlie's photo, background, nothing. A ticket for Chicago was also mailed to me: apparently, Charlie lives in a mansion in a suburb near Chicago. And so I went.

A week later, there I was, crouched down behind a bush trying to avoid a guard. I had my full gear on: the black Mark V Tactical Operation Suit stuck comfortably on my body, two 5-7 SC pistol hanging on my sides safely put in my harness, a M-160 Assault Rifle harnessed to my back, and a bulletproof vest. I can feel my sweat being absorbed, while I held on to my double bladed knife ready to attack. 

Itching my face through my balaclava (or ski mask), I looked through my night vision goggles and prepared my plan to go inside the mansion. My combat boots and pants were already muddy from crawling. Overall, the equipments and suit on me were reasonably light, which is an advantage for a fast spy like me. Besides, since I'm a woman, I don't have enough muscles to carry large amount or heavy equipment. Even so, I still think I am a little buff, if not really toned.

The guard turned his back, which is the perfect time to disable the camera, which I did. I put away my double bladed knife and unharnessed one of my 7 SC Pistol. Quickly, I held the guard at gunpoint, holding him hostage. He froze.

"Charlie Carlson," I whispered gravely to him, " where is he?"

"Fuck you," he grunted.

Wrong answer. I kneed his hamstring and punched his left ribs 3 times. Hard. Expectedly, he fell down headfirst to the ground. I crouched down, putting pressure to my knee on his back. He groaned. I pressed my pistol hard to his skull.

"I have no patience," I whispered," Now. Where."

"Second floor," he grunted," probably the bedroom chamber. It's the far east side of the house."

Quickly, I hit his head by the blunt end of the gun, putting him unconscious. He was a big man, which puts me in a disadvantage of hiding the body. But I did anyway, slowly though. Going inside was barely a challenge for me. There were only five guards around the mansion, but I sneaked passed them. The only problem was I don't have a clue how many there are inside.

With two 7 SC Pistols on each of my hands, I switched to non-lethal bullets; recently designed a couple weeks ago, these bullets literally shock the body system, but not killing it. I disabled three cameras while going up the stairs. All this time, I stayed in the shadows, crouching. I spotted two guards, but one was sitting by a door half-asleep and the other one...well, let's just say I personally took care of him.

Finally, I was near the door. I harnessed both my pistols, took out my small camera that fits under the door. There was no one there. But then I heard a faint sound of water running, which made me realize that he might be in the bathroom in there. I picklocked the door, unharnessed both my pistols, searched the area, and stood patiently stood next to the door. The room was very dark, so I was perfectly camouflouged. The water stopped running and I grew anxious. The door opened and a figure slowly walked out, and flipped the light switch on the opposite side,

Shit. I got to do this fast.

I lifted both my arms, ready to shoot. But then the figure slowly turned. And I froze. In front of me was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And she was about to scream.

The scream was like from a horror movie: long and bloodthirsty.

Kill her, I thought to myself, kill her now! But for some odd reason, I couldn't. I can't.

I harnessed one of the pistols, and covered her mouth with my free hand. She struggled and tried to escape, but I pushed her on to the bed, me straddling her. I gently pushed the 7 SC Pistol under and up her chin. She whimpered. I pushed my night goggles up, and I saw her clearly with my two brown naked eyes. She was probably in her young twenties like me. She was wearing only her white bathrobe and she was purely beautiful, but what on earth is she doing here? I leaned close to her right ear.

"Be quiet, " I whispered with authority," or you die. Nod if you understand."

Hesitantly, she slowly nodded her head up and down.

"I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth," I whispered," and I want you to tell me your name, why you're here, and where Charlie Carlson is."

She gave me a confused look, but she nodded at me again.

"I-I am C-C-Charlie Carlson," she whimpered, tears rolling down her face. I can feel her whole body shaking. "W-w-what are y-y-you g-going to d-d-do?" My eyes widened.

What on earth? Charlie Carlson is a woman? I immediately sat back up, and pointed my pistol right on her forehead. She froze. We looked at each other for a minute straight, maybe even more than that.

Kill her, I thought to myself, this is your mission. Kill her now!

But I couldn't. I sighed, and my muscles began to relax. I slowly put down the pistol to my side and began to stand up. I stood by the bed for a couple of minutes trying to think quietly to myself.

What the fuck was that about Pamela, I thought to myself. Why can't I do it? I've killed many other people before without any problems. Except now. I was pacing across the room, mumbling to myself that I didn't even notice Charlie walking towards the door.

"Help me!" she shouted while opening the door," Oh God, somebody please help me!"

Quick as lightning, I unharnessed both my pistols and aimed it at her. She immediately froze, her breaths getting heavier and heavier every second. I held my breath, but I didn't shoot her.

"Shit."

The alarm went off. Numerous guards were shouting outside and within the house, and I could hear footsteps tumbling near the staircase. I pulled Charlie into the room, and locked the door. Normally, I hate big guns, but there are times when I absolutely need it. I got my M-160 Assault Rifle ready

Time to play rough.

I turned off all the lights, and put my night goggles on.

"Open the door!" a guard shouted. Judging from the shuffling sound outside, I estimated that there were at least six guards near the door. I switched to rubber bullets. This was going to be easier than I thought. The guards started to tear down the door. On the corner of my eye, I can see Charlie inching her way to a corner looking petrified. 

"Go under the bed," I hissed at her," Now!" Without any doubts, she did exactly just that. Deep inside, I don't want her to be involved in gunfire. 

Snap out of it, I thought to myself. Five seconds passed by. Then ten. Then twenty.

The door opened violently, and the guards shouted to put my weapon down. One tried to switch the lights on, but I shot him to the solar plexus before he can even lift his arm. After that, the situation went downhill from there. Shots were being fired everywhere around me, but I quickly hid behind a nearby armchair. One by one, I took out each of the guards. As I was about to shoot, a bullet zipped pass my arm, leaving a deep cut. Giving a little cry, I shot the guard twice on the chest. Ignoring my throbbing arm, I waited and listened for thirty seconds to see if anyone else were coming. There wasn't.

Grunting, I calmly tore a curtain from a nearby window and began wrapping it around the cut.

Great, I thought, maybe I should've killed them all instead of hurting them.

I pushed my goggles up, and sighed. Well, this is what I get for not doing what I'm supposed to do. I looked at the bed, and heard a heart-wrecking sobbing. I leaned my back towards a wall.

"You can come out now," I said painfully to Charlie." The area is safe."

Except I was supposed to kill you, I thought to myself. 

Lightly shaking, she slowly crawled out, while I switched on only a single lamp on a lamp table. Confused, she looked at me not knowing what to do next.

"Sit," I said to her, motioning to the armchair. She froze.

"Now," I ordered, while staring at her desperately. You're losing it, I thought to myself. You're definitely losing it. I rubbed my neck in confusion. Eventually, she did sit down, and I leaned against a wall in front of her. Face-to-face, we looked at each other with a sign of uncertainty in our eyes. 

"The Agency," I said. "Mean anything to you?"

She shook her head, a tear came rolling down her left cheek. I walked over to her and squatted.

"They want you dead," I said. "And I was sent here to kill you."

Under the faint light, I can finally see her detailed features. I made a mental note to myself: she was around 5'5, 130 lbs, green eyes, long light brown hair (almost blonde), full lips, and a little scar on her chin. Her damped hair was starting to dry up, and so was her white robe. My eyes fell down on her slender legs, and I noticed there was a long slanted but not deep cut on the back of her left calf. 

God, she was beautiful and I couldn't stop staring at her.

She started shaking, and the sobbing escalated. At that moment, I wanted to hold her in my arms and tell her everything was going to be okay. I stood up, tore another curtain in half, and squatted in front of her again.

"But," I said, while wrapping the torn curtain around her wounded calf," I'm not going to do that." I shook my head. This whole situation was ridiculous, but I wasn't willing to kill her.

She looked at me long enough to make me feel...vulnerable. I stared back, and there was...a moment, a spark between us that I can't really explain explain. She swallowed slowly.

"W-why not?" she whispered. I looked around the room trying to find the answer myself. Why not indeed?

I slowly stood up, but never dropped my gaze from her.

"I don't...know."

With that, I walked towards a nearby window and opened it. I went through it, jumped down and dived into the pool. Afterwards, I ran to my base point and let the night camouflage me.

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" Okay, two Whole-Roasted La-Bella Farms Foie Gras and a bottle of Chateau Margaux. Anything else I can get for you, Mr. and Mrs. Dupont?" 

I smiled my gorgeous smile to the lovely couple, especially to Mr. Andre Dupont, which was my current target.

"No, merci," Mr. Dupont replied smiling." That would be all."

Smiling, I walked towards the kitchen to give the orders to the chef.

It was Friday night, two weeks after my incident with Charlie Carlson. After telling the Agency that I didn't complete the mission, I was on a tight leash. But they decided to cut it since leaving Charlie alive was probably a better choice. I was pissed, but they called the shots, not me.

I haven't stopped thinking about her ever since that night. I wonder if her leg was being taken care of?

"Get your head out of cloud nine, Mademoiselle," my co-worker Daniel said as he passed me. "The French aren't patient."

"Thanks, Dan," I said chuckling." I'll keep that in mind." 

Patiently, I gave the orders from table ten, Mr. and Mrs. Dupont's table, to the chef. Mumbling something in French, he took a glance at the orders and went straight to cooking. Afterwards, I went to the basement to get the wine.

I've started working at Tru a week ago after I got my new "assignment." Andre Dupont, apparently a rich, 45-years-old, French Buerocrat, was visiting his son in Chicago. After spying on him, I learned he loved expensive French restaurants. Well, what French restaurants aren't expensive? So I got in his mind, learned his daily habits and routines, etc. Since he loved spending his money, I decided to work at Tru, one of the most luxurious French restaurants in Chicago; I had a feeling he'll be eating there one day and I was right.

I broke into his mansion outside the city two days ago and found out some information about him that I didn't particularly liked; he was greatly involved in the Black Market, illegal human trafficking, drug smuggling, and money laundering. The Agency, however, probably wants him dead for political reasons and they want him to sign some kind of contract. Either way, it's justifiable homicide for me when I do kill him.

"Table ten!" the chef shouted. I rushed over to the counter, picked up the tray along with the wine, and sprinkled two crushed sleeping pills on one of the meals. Then I graciously walked to table ten.

"Looks absolutely delicious," Mrs. Dupont said as I served the meal. "Isn't it, darling?"

"Yes," Mr. Dupont said smiling. "Merci."

"Enjoy your meal," I said mainly to Mr. Dupont as I was walking away.

Might as well, I thought to myself. It's probably your last. Table ten was my last table before my shift ended. After that, my real shift starts.

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23:03

With my full gear on, I was already in the Duponts' mansion with no trouble getting past their three guards. Three hours has passed after I left the restaurant and I was ready to get this assignment done. The images of Charlie randomly pop in my head without warning. Damn, I need some sort of vacation.

But my blood is in this work. It's not like I chose to be this...whatever I am, a bad guy or the good guy. 

The main bedroom was on the second floor (why is it always the second floor?) on the north-eastern side of the house. Apparently, the Duponts' marriage were on the rocks, so they slept in two separate bedrooms. Luckily, Mrs. Dupont's room was on the opposite side of Andre Dupont's. There shouldn't be any problems and there were only five cameras around the house. Alarms? Disabled. Piece of cake.

I stealthily went to the second floor bathroom and hid in the huge towel closet.

Mrs. Dupont should be soundly asleep because of the crushed sleeping pills I had put in her meal. And Andre should be up any minute now since he always goes to the bathroom around 11:10 P.M. 

Two minutes later, the bathroom door slowly creaked open and a figure came in and switched the lights on. Looking through a little crack, it was indeed Mr. Dupont. He went over to the toilet, did his business, and went towards the sink. Hunching forward, he filled the sink with water and began washing his face. While he did this, I was already behind him.

As he was about to stand upright, I quickly banged his head against the sink, and he fell right to the ground. With a surprised yelp, he tried to stand up again, but I already had my pistol pointed at his forehead. He froze right on the spot.

I let my left hand reach over to my pocket, and grabbed some kind of contract and a pen. I threw the single paper and the pen to him.

"Sign," I ordered with authority.

With a disgusted expression, he spat at me, but I didn't flinch.

Without any emotions, I shot his right calf, and he gave me a painful scream. I pointed the pistol to his head again, and his screams turned into whimpers.

"Sign," I ordered again, while gritting my teeth. Shaking, he signed the contract, and fearfully gave it to me. I took it and put it in my pocket.

"A-are y-y-ou g-g-going to k-kill m-m-m-me?" he stamperred quietly. I didn't have to answer since I pulled the trigger without any hesitation at all.

Justifiable homicide.

But how come I can't sleep properly at night?

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1:17

After changing in the car, I finally got back to my own hotel room. I was back to my own work clothes again, but I didn't care. If I walked around with my full gear on, people will ask questions. Besides, all my equipment were in my bulletproof, high classed car; I was amazed on how many things that car can do.

I decided to take a shower, so I locked all windows and the door and made sure the "Do Not Disturb" sign was still hanging outside my door; even though my reputation and "job" are swept under the rug, I still remain vigilant. I stepped into the shower after I painfully took out my clothes.

And there I was, standing under the extremely hot water, thinking. I sat down to the slimy bathtub and kept telling myself why I do what I do:

Name: Pamela Pearson, agent 76.

Age: 21

Birthday: January 9, 1989

Short description: 5'6, 137 lbs, very built, but not bulky. Specializes in Tae Kwon Do, Krav Maga, MMA, Kickboxing, and weaponry. I.Q. exceeds the norm. Other skills: classified.

Like the other agents, I was chosen from birth and was raised in a military sense, almost Spartan-like. From an underground secret base, I went through multiple exams, homework from age five till thirteen. There were multiple students, but we were all separated from each other; we couldn't be in contact whatsoever. At the age of fourteen, I already graduated from college education. 

I never knew my parents, but I do know they were also agents. In fact, I never knew any of my relatives.

It was at the age of fifteen that changed my life because on my birthday I held my first gun. For nineteen hours per day for two years, I was training, training, training for the field. Everything from combatas, weaponry, strategies, to how to picklock professionally, that was life was about for me.

It was when I was eighteen I received my first mission and when I first killed someone. She was a fifty years old congresswoman, who had a family that depended on her. And she was killed with my knife.

We were taught to not let emotions overcome us, but I shook uncontrollably and cried painfully in my bunker the night I killed her. I always thought killing someone would be quick and easy, but no one told me about the emotions afterwards.

I finally got out of the underground base a month after my first assignment, and lived in society as a normal citizen, but a deathly spy and assassin inside. Equipments were shipped to me after every assignment I completed, but they were always personally delivered in my front steps at my current base. Money wasn't a problem. I had a single powerful credit card that had unlimited amount of money and a $3,500 amount of cash delivered to me every month.

Since then, I went from one assignment to another for the past hard three years; no social life, no romantic ties, nothing. The government owns me from birth till death, natural or not. If I tried running away, I will be killed immediately without warning.

The only reason I got for my existence is the safety of the country and its citizens. That was the only reason I got. I guess I was lucky to be given a reason at all.

I rubbed my back and the rest of my body with soap, and multiple memories came back to me. I closed my eyes:

A stab wound on my stomach from a Brazilian drug dealer, a bullet wound on my left shoulder from a Polish minister, a vertical six-inch cut on my right forearm from an Indonesian militant, a small, but deep cut under my right earlobe from a Russian General, another vertical cut on my left side, but only five inches long, from an Iraqi Terrorist leader, another small, but deep cut on the left side of my mouth from the Prime Minister of Japan.

A slanted, two-feet, deep cut on my back from a sixteen-year-old daughter, who was trying to save her 50 years old corrupted uncle.

And the cut on my right bicep I got two weeks ago from Charlie Carlson's mansion.

Good thing I had a very good knowledge about medical and surgical information, otherwise I would've died from infections or something. All that are left behind are stitches and scars.

Charlie Carlson.

God, I can't get her out of my head. Everytime I try shutting her out of my mind, she invites herself in. But what surprises me is I welcome her in. Her fearful expression she gave me wanted something inside me to hold and protect her, even from myself.

Sighing, I stood up, turned off the shower, and dried myself up with a towel. I changed into my pajamas, and went straight to my bed. I looked under my pillow, and saw my two 7 SC pistols. I laid the pillow on top of them, and then laid myself onto the bed.




The Mountain



Authors Note: I started with an idea that I reached quickly in the first page or so. Then I let the story take me on a journey. Hopefully you enjoy the ride.

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I dislike puddle jumpers. Unfortunately, they were part of my life. When you travel the world, searching out unique products to excite American minds, you have to accept a few risks. Small planes with duct taped seats are one. Pilots with questionable credentials are another. Today, I was gambling in a twin engine prop plane that was badly in need of a paint job. 

The pilot did a lot of smiling and nodding when I boarded. His knowledge of English was poor. My knowledge of Azerbaijani was even weaker. I had separated from my translator earlier that morning since he wasn't following me into Russia. Hilal had been invaluable while I searched for rug manufacturer that would suit the tastes of our discerning customers. His ability to convey meaning in translation was rare. Most of the translators I worked with could only think in one language, and that invariably lead to misunderstandings. Hilal understood nuance in both languages and chose words, at least in English, that held the true intent as well as meaning.

The plane had room for eight passengers, four on each side of the aisle. I took a seat in the back hoping I might rest in privacy. My internal clock was still messed up with the time change, and I had learned early on to take naps whenever I could. I watched two elderly gentlemen board. They wore old suits that looked like they once belonged to Al Capone's gang. Like the rest of the country, they smiled at me, and I smiled back. It seemed to pass as a greeting here though the smiles were practiced and meaningless. They took the seats in the front that gave me hope for the privacy I desired. 

The trip had been a successful one. With Hilal's help, I had secured a manufacturer of high-quality hand loomed rugs, intricate designs at a high 60 x 60-knot density. They used only spring sheared wool that, I was informed, gave the carpet a softer texture. It also made them more expensive. One would think that people in the more remote parts of the world would be ignorant of the price Americans were willing to pay for quality. Negotiations proved that theory false. They also had a good handle on marketing. They affixed small labels to the underside that included the signature of the artist who did the looming. A family crest used for generations joined the signature and guaranteed authenticity. It was highly profitable for both their firm and mine. 

I watched a slim women climb on board with a small child. She was holding him tight to her breast; his legs were not quite reaching her hips. He looked asleep which I dearly hoped he would remain. She had soft raven hair that cascaded down her back in natural waves. I could see the strain in her eyes that spoke of a difficult morning. Her contented sigh when she took the seat in front of me confirmed my hypothesis. A soft baby powder odor wafted back to my seat. It was pleasant. 

I was still three days out from Kimberly. The mother in front of me somehow triggered the thought. She was about the same size as Kimberly. The hair was completely different from Kimberly's short brown, but the ages were comparable. If it were up to Kimberly, she would be holding a child as well. 

Kimberly was my enigma. She was a joy out on the town and passion personified in bed. If that were life, I would have married her long ago. It was the nothing parts of life where she, or we, failed miserably. The parts that made up the bulk of living. I missed her and didn't miss her at the same time. I loved her some of the time. 

After four years, we had gotten used to each other and suffered through the silence as penance for the good times we knew were never far away. I didn't have the heart to marry someone who I tolerated most of the time. I didn't have the heart to disconnect either. Right then, sitting on the plane, I missed her.

The pilot, in his greasy overalls, closed up the door and pumped his fists together at his waist. The international buckle-your-seatbelt gesture. He smiled and said something in Azerbaijani and then looked at me.

"We go now," the pilot said in deeply accented English. I nodded my head, and he seemed happy I understood. He turned, ducked his head and entered the cockpit. That was the breadth of his in-flight safety briefing. The engines struggled to start, coughed, then kicked into a loud roar after producing an uncomfortable amount of white smoke. 

The child startled awake and lifted his head from his mother's shoulder. He looked surprised at his surroundings and locked his eyes on mine. I thought I saw fear, so I smiled. His mother patted his back, and he quickly dug his face back into her shoulder. The plane began moving forward. 

The takeoff was smoother than I expected. The pilot was obviously skilled though he looked more like a mechanic. We were in a steady climb when I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. The engines, now that we were airborne, sounded more even and confident. I let them lull me to sleep. 

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The alarm woke me rudely. I reached over, as if at home, and found the window instead of the snooze. I opened my eyes and felt the plane in a steep climb. The alarm was insistent, and the plane climbed harder. I looked out and saw nothing but white, thick clouds. I heard the pilot shouting. It sounded like encouragement, not instructions. He was yelling at his plane, not to us. 

My hands gripped the armrests as the mother in front of me called out. She received no response, and her child was staring at me from over her shoulder. He looked more curious than frightened. I gave him a forced smile as we came out of the clouds. 

"Fuck!" I yelled as I saw the trees. I could count the branches. The mother screamed, and the horrible sound of the left engine disintegrating into the treetops vibrated violently into the cabin. For a brief moment, I saw the child ripped from his mother's arms and began to fly free toward the front of the cabin before my head exploded into the seat in front. I knew no more. 

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The cold woke me. I found myself laying sideways in my seat, the seatbelt and armrest digging into my hip. The strong smell of fresh cut evergreen was out of place. The breeze I felt equally so. My eyes found it hard to open. The sun, dulled by clouds, was still too bright for the ache above my eyes. I took long blinks to allow my sight to adjust. The vision was surreal.

I lay against the window along the side of the cabin. The other side of the plane was gone, ripped unevenly along what was the ceiling and floor. The seats in front of me were intact. The ceiling was now made up of large conifers; their broken branches lay in my lap. I could not see a cockpit nor any sign of the other side of the plane. It was as if my portion of the plane had been peeled away and laid on its side. 

I pushed up, away from the window, and released the clasp on the seat belt. Maneuvering slowly between the seats, I crawled off the metal and onto a cold hard natural surface dragging a few branches with me. Standing caused bile to rise in my throat. The world was not wholly stable and chose that moment spin. I grabbed the bottom of my seat and let the feeling clear. 

Strangely, it was the silence I noticed next. I would have expected fire and explosions, but all I heard was the breeze whispering in the trees. The air was cold and crisply fresh. I stood taller and let go of the seat. My head ached. Reaching up, I found a knot half the size of a golf ball high on my right temple. I remembered smacking into the seat in front of me. Obviously, it was the cause of my equilibrium problems. 

I turned around, looking for the rest of the plane. I could see nothing but trees, their dense foliage blocking out anything beyond twenty feet or so. I started going through the checklist of things I should do. It would be a few hours before anyone would come looking, maybe a day before they found us. I wondered why I wasn't dead.

"Hello," I called my voice strong but raspy. Gathering everyone was the first thing on the list. "Hello," I called louder after coughing some phlegm away. The greeting was met with silence. A grim thought came to me. "Hello," I yelled. Silence. The cold felt colder. 

I stepped forward, toward what was once the front of the plane. The mother was childless, eyes closed and blood coating part of her face. The memory of the boy flying came back. I looked quickly forward again. Just trees. No boy. 

Crawling, I was able to reach the woman's neck and tried to check for a pulse. Nothing, but the skin was warm. I checked my neck. No pulse. Too many movies and no practice. I shifted my fingers a few times, gave up and tried my wrist. I found my pulse and tried the same on the woman. She was alive with a heart that was beating steady. 

Leaving the woman in her seat, I moved to the next seat. It was as empty as when we took off. The front seat made me gag. I looked again, and then leaned over promptly losing what little breakfast I had eaten before we left. There was no reason to check for a pulse. A large portion of the old man's face was missing, sheared off during the crash. I could only hope it was instantaneous. I shifted away quickly, wiping my mouth on the back of my sleeve.

"Hello," I shouted again. This time, I added the desperation I felt. I was praying I would hear a young boy though the memory of him leaving his mother's arms left me little hope. Again, there was no answer but the wind in the trees. 

I turned back to the mother and crawled onto the side of the seat. I shook her shoulder and lifted her arm and babbled a few 'are you all rights.' Nothing. No response. I needed to get her out of that seat. Leaving her there just seemed wrong. I found the seatbelt and undid the clasp. She slipped toward the window, her body moving with gravity. 

Moving behind the seat, I tried to figure a way to lift her up. It took a few aborted tries before I realized I didn't have the leverage. I would have to lift her straight up while standing on her window. I walked around, stepping carefully, removing larger branches as I went. Squatting, I was able to get my arms under hers and lifted her up. Half pulling, half lifting, I squirmed back to the natural ground, dragging her feet between the seats. I laid her down on the ground, her head hitting harder than I would have liked. 

"Sorry," I apologized though she was unconscious and knew nothing of my efforts. I straightened her legs then sat near her head, pulling it into my lap. She had a shallow cut just above the hairline that had caused the blood. I felt carefully around her head and found a large swollen bump behind her right ear. I suspected that was the cause of her silence. I sat there, lightly stroking her hair, hoping she would wake up and share the disaster. 

The ground had a gradual slope to it. Uphill was behind me, toward the row of seats. My feet were pointing downhill. It would be easier for someone to find us if we stayed with the wreck or what's left of the wreck. If not, walking down seemed more reasonable than walking up. I looked up at the sky, or where the sky broke through the trees. I didn't have high hopes an aerial search would be effective. Maybe the rest of the plane, wherever it was, was more visible. It couldn't be too far away.

Coherent thoughts returned to me, and I fished my phone out of my pocket. My usual bars were replaced by 'no service." I tried calling and texting anyway. Nothing. Until the battery died, at least I would know what time it was. 

The coldness of the ground and the chill in the air was concerning. I figured we might be stuck outside for the night. The temperature would only drop lower when the sun went down. I would have to find some shelter to block the wind and try to trap our warmth. Maybe build a fire. A vision of Tom Hanks jumping up and down in Castaway brought a smile to my face. 

"Lady," I said casually to my patient, "we are going to need shelter. I have to leave you here and see what I can come up with. I suspect we may smell like air freshener when we're done." Pine needles will end up being our mattress. The woman didn't acknowledge me or chuckle at my humor. A bad sign for our bunking together. 

"I'll be right back," I said as I laid her head carefully on the ground. I didn't want to leave her there, but I couldn't take her exploring. I walked perpendicular to the slope, winding around the trees. I turned back to the seats, and they were out of sight. Taking a deep breath, I walked back to the woman. I wouldn't be able to go far, maybe a 100 yards in each direction. Everything looked the same and becoming lost was a strong possibility. I tried my phone again, in vain. 

I decided to search in a series of four straight lines. Uphill, downhill, and to either side. Short searches so I didn't lose my way back. Uphill became steeper quickly. It wasn't long before I decided crawling wasn't worth it. The trees seemed to ignore the slope and grew tall where I could barely stand without their help. Opposite to my first search, I located two suitcases. Neither were mine, but they were intact, showing little damage beyond scrapes that could have happened in any airport. I hauled them back to the seats. The lady still lay still. 

Downhill held a surprise. A clearing developed ahead that excited me. At first, I thought it was a road, maybe a river or lake. I slowed as fewer and fewer trees blocked my view. Acrophobia invaded, and I could not go to the edge. I clung to a sturdy tree and stared out at a chasm so deep, I feared to look down. Across the vast space, many miles away, mountains grew similar to what I now knew I was standing on. We had most likely crashed into the Caucasus. 

Thinking made me ill. There was little chance of a ground rescue. Parts of the plane could have plummeted into the valley below, further limiting the visibility of our location from the air. I tried to lean over to see the steepness of the descent. I could not see the cliff side and the slope made further investigation chancy. I created a new rule; no walking around at night. 

I returned to my only friend, sat down and sighed. "We may be in a bit of trouble," I told her, "looks like it will be awhile before anyone finds us." I watched her face and saw no reaction. I hoped things weren't worse for her than I thought. "I did a quick search and found nothing but trees and a cliff. I think we'll have to sleep under an evergreen tonight and work out something better tomorrow." I might as well have been talking to a soccer ball. 

My nearly useless phone told me it was going on three in the afternoon. I decided to get started. I chose a large tree, close to the seats, with low hanging branches. Underneath, I found a thick bed of pine needles. I didn't know where I got the idea they would be comfortable. They were dried out and pricked me often. Still, it was the only raw material I had. 

The wind was picking up when I crawled back out of the tree after making room by ripping off some small branches. Ripping was the correct term. The saplings were so green they more ripped then snapped, leaving short trails of exposed wood and sticky sap.  

"I need to gather some branches for a windbreak," I told my silent partner. I wasn't sure why I informed her. I knew I didn't want to be there alone, and it was better than talking to myself. The smaller trees provided easily accessible branches with sturdy needles. These needles were softer, less brittle. Possibly the basis for future bedding if that should become necessary. 

Using the loose branches, I stacked them on the live branches then wove them together. I created the walls and ceiling of a tiny hovel big enough for two people, about three feet high. It took the better part of two hours and covered my hands with splotches of sticky sap. I decided to use the suitcases as the door. 

I moved back to the woman after I finished. She hadn't moved an inch. Leaning down, I made sure she was still breathing. Smiling, I listened to her slow, steady breathing. She seemed more asleep than unconscious. No struggling for air, just soft breathing. 

"Well, my dear," I chuckled, "for the first time in my life, I am going to drag a woman into my bed unwillingly." I thought for a moment. "Of course, I am going to need to give you a name. I can't imagine sleeping with someone without, at least, knowing their name." I stared at her silent face, so calm in the face of the danger. Her skin looked soft yet was paler than I would expect. I placed the back of my hand on her cheek. She was colder than I thought she should be. 

"Dorothy," I announced as I stood up, "this is definitely closer to Oz than anywhere else, so until you tell me otherwise, your name is Dorothy." I rolled her on her side, then rolled her back into an almost sitting position. From behind, I tucked my arms under hers and lifted. I tried to keep my grip modest, away from her breasts, but gravity fought me. "Sorry Dorothy," I whispered as I walked backward toward the makeshift hut. 

Dragging her inside was more difficult than I imagined. It would have been better to put her in first then build the structure around her. I damaged the right wall getting her in, but it was easy enough to rebuild. I laid her head on the pine needles, wishing I had thought of a pillow first. I extricated myself, crawling backward. 

The first suitcase was locked, and I wasn't yet willing to break the clasp. For all I knew, the owner was doing the same thing we were. The second suitcase opened freely and contained a man's clothes. I was hoping it was the guy I left in the chair since he wouldn't need it anymore. A set of wool sweaters made the most sense. I folded one, crawled back into the hovel and placed it under Dorothy's head. I left the other for me. I crawled back out and examined the rest of the clothes. 

Nothing of great value jumped out at me. Pants and shirts that wouldn't work as blankets. Underwear I preferred to leave alone. The socks might come in handy as mittens if it got really cold. I wadded up two pairs and tossed them inside. It would have been nice to find a blanket or large coat. I closed up the suitcase, leaving the rest of the clothes inside. 

Searching the seats and what was left of the cabin wasted more time. I could find nothing we could use as a blanket. I thought about breaking the lock on the first suitcase. I shook my head and decided that if there was to be a second night, the lock was toast. Right now, I would allow the lock to do its duty. 

It was getting dark when I gathered more fresh branches full of soft needles. I would build a natural blanket to hold in the warmth and, I was sure, make us really sticky. I crawled back into our tiny house, pulling the branches in with me. I closed off the end with the suitcases and spread out the makeshift blanket as best I could. If either of us rolled over, the thermal properties would be lost. 

"Good night, Dorothy," I whispered as I laid my head down on my wool pillow. Dorothy didn't answer so I leaned my ear close and listened to her breathing. The reassurance that she was alive made me braver than I actually was. I needed her to stay that way. I wasn't sure I could handle it alone. Saving her gave me the mission I needed and kept my mind on an even keel. 

I woke when it was still dark. My chest and hands were shaking. It was colder than I had anticipated. I tucked my hands under my arms and tried to warm them. The wind was finding its way through the walls, blowing our warmth away. Remembering the socks, I reached out of the needle blanket and rummaged around until I found them. I quickly put a pair on me and warmed my hands. 




The Mountain



"Dorothy," I called out, hoping she was coherent. Nothing. I removed the socks, disturbed the blanket and found her hands. They were ice-cold when I put the socks on them. I reached up and felt her cheek. She was colder than I was. I tried to slow my breathing and calm my mind. I was questioning if we would make it through the night. The thought did not seem out of the realm of possibility. 

"Dorothy, I hope your husband isn't a big man," I said with chattering teeth. I rolled her on her side, completely destroying the pine needle blanket. I cocked her legs and pulled her hands between her thighs. I scooted behind and reset the pine branches. I spooned with a woman I didn't know, my face buried in her thick hair. My arm wrapped around her, and I tucked my hand under her breasts. "Sorry," I said. Propriety was too cold. 

How we survived that first night, I would never know. I slept fitfully, half my body warm, the backside like an ice cube. My feet felt like they would fall off. If Dorothy had not been there, I was pretty sure I would have died of exposure. She was my survival, physically as well as mentally. Her breath was still steady, for that I was thankful. When the sun began to shine, I crawled out of the hut after reburying Dorothy in branches and needles. 

My muscles ached horribly, and my chest was fighting the cold. I chastised myself for using the sweater as a pillow instead of wearing it. I peeled back my jacket and shirt and found a large bruise on my hip where the seatbelt and armrest dug in during the crash. It was an ugly purple thing with a greenish border. I wondered if Dorothy had something similar. At least it didn't look life threatening. I went off and emptied my bladder a good distance from the hovel.

I spent some time stretching and jumping about, trying to get the blood flowing back from my core. I looked about and saw that nothing had changed. The trees and our part of the plane were the only things in view. I didn't like the odds of the cabin part being visible from the sky. I needed to do something about increasing our visibility. My stomach growled. I needed to do something about food as well.

I decided the first and best course of action was another search. According to the sunrise, the mountain peak was to the north and the cliff to the south. I could go out further east and west and not lose home base. Being on the safe side, I tied one of the shirts from the suitcase around a sapling near the cliff. If I got lost, I could follow the cliff edge until I saw the shirt.

My goal was to find a clearing that could be seen from the air and any other supplies, like more suitcases. Possibly find the other passengers or the pilot. Maybe a little boy. 

"I'm going to scout about," I told Dorothy while checking her breathing. She hadn't moved from where I left her. It was not an encouraging sign. Outside of the shelter, I scraped an arrow into the ground, pointing east. At least if she woke, she would have some idea that I was here and where I went. 

I decided that 15 minutes out would be far enough. I didn't want to leave Dorothy alone for too long, and I also needed time to build a warmer shelter if we were forced to spend another night. I checked my phone. 6:03 am and 20% battery. I quickly put it into airplane mode. I should have done it last night. The damn thing had been using battery trying to find nonexistent antennas. I headed out, figuring I would lose my clock sometime tomorrow. 

I was a good 10 minutes out when I saw the tail section. It was in among large broken tree sections. I looked up and saw the damaged trees above, a little farther ahead to the east. The section had been torn violently. The metal had jagged rips unlike the cabin section I survived in that had separated along welded seams. I cleared away some of the branches and exposed a small door where the cabin once terminated. 

The door was the size of a half locker and seemed intact. I tried the fixed handle, but the door wouldn't budge. Looking closely, I could tell the frame had bent and wedged the door tightly closed. I had no idea what was in the locker, but I wasn't leaving until I found out. I jiggled the handle, and it moved slightly up and down. I assumed up was open and down, with gravity, was locked. I found a rock and used it as a hammer until the handle was as high as it could get. I tried the door again, and it failed to move. 

I stepped back and decided to try more force. Raising my foot, I slammed it into the plane's panel, just to the right of the latch. A sharp stinging sensation ran up my cold foot all the way to the knee. I ignored it and tried the door. It was looser but still wouldn't open. I kicked it again, this time with an added yell to help me ignore the pain. The panel collapsed, and the door swung open. Christmas had arrived. 

Two thin folded blankets sitting on top of a metal box at the bottom of the locker were the first things I saw. That alone was worth my sore leg. Two small airline pillows sat on the blankets. There was a small fire extinguisher attached to the wall on one side of the locker and a small plastic box attached to the other wall. The box had a red cross I assumed identified a first aid kit. I couldn't stop smiling as I began to unload the booty.

The first aid kit was simplistic. Gauze pads, a stack of individually wrapped disinfectant wipes, tweezers, aspirin packets that were probably years out of date and a slew of band aids. There was a single cloth wrap for sprains. I pulled out a blanket and spread it out on the ground. I started adding my loot to its center. I had no idea what I would do with the fire extinguisher, but it was coming back with me. The two pillows and the other blanket were coming as well. I pulled out the metal box, more of a lunch box, and opened it. It looked like emergency overnight supplies for the pilot. Four packages of Ramen noodles, beef flavored by the look of the picture on the wrapper, box of matches, a small can, and a small metal cooking pot. 

The can was surrounded by wording in a language I couldn't read. I pried it open with my fingers. It was a Sterno pot. The lack of silverware was apparent, but beggars can't be choosers. There were about twenty matches in the box. It was a gold mine. Only water would have made it better. 

The blanket made a good carrying sack when I pulled the corners together and hoisted it over my shoulder. I decided to the cut the scouting out early and headed back to camp. 

Dorothy showed none of my enthusiasm for the find. I was pleased she was still breathing and that, in and of itself, was another blessing. I pulled off her pine covering and covered her with the two blankets I had plundered. I smiled at my small victory and carefully pushed Dorothy's hair back from her eyes. I didn't like the dried blood on her face and now there was something I could do about it. 

I opened one of the disinfectant wipes and carefully wiped the blood from Dorothy's face. She was a pretty woman, high cheeks that I was sure enhanced her smile. Her skin was smooth with a light tone that enhanced its delicacy. "I'm sorry to be this familiar," I told her as I cleaned, "but I can't leave you such a mess." She didn't respond, but kept breathing for me. I laid her head back on top of one of our pillows. She was so peaceful looking. 

I sighed and decided to do what I had been avoiding. If I was human enough to clean the face of a live woman, I could be human enough to take care of a dead man. 

It took some time dealing with the old man. My revulsion to his injuries turned out to be the least of the problems. The ground was too hard to dig in, not that I had a shovel, and there weren't enough rocks to cover him. I ended up finding him a nice tree well away from the camp. I laid him carefully and buried him in pine needles. It was the best I could do given the circumstances. I followed it with a few words, unsure of his religion or lack thereof. 

I had heard no search planes or helicopters. Maybe the search was just getting started. Maybe they had no idea of the flight plan. Maybe the world didn't give a shit about a small plane lost in the Caucasus. No matter the reason, it seemed wise to plan for another night. I decided to reinforce the hovel instead of starting from scratch. Maintaining warmth was the number one concern. 

After checking on Dorothy's breathing, I started to pile pine needles around the base of the structure. I collected the needles from under numerous trees, using a suitcase as my carrying device. The needles locked into the other needles rather well and I found they stacked right up the sides like insulation. A sense of pride filled my work as I got to the top of the structure and realized I had added about half a foot of width to the walls. 

Stripping a few smaller trees of their branches, I laid new foliage along the needles to hold them in place. When I ducked in to check breathing again, very little light came through the walls. I tapped on the sides and found them rather sturdy. I didn't know how it would handle rain, but wind would have a tough time breaking through. Rain reminded me of water. 

I remembered a survival rule from when I was a child. It may not be accurate, but it was what I knew. It was called the Rule of Three. Three minutes without air, three days without water and three weeks without food. We were twenty-four hours without water. That meant two more days before serious problems would occur. Not to mention that eating dried Ramon didn't sound appealing. 

Cold first. I gathered deadfall for firewood. It was another resource that was not difficult to find. With a limited supply of matches, once a fire was lit I intended to keep it going. With hot enough coals, even the fresh branches would burn. It struck me that the fresh branches might smoke more as well. Possibly a visual sign for a plane. I smiled at my brilliance. 

I created a wood pile under our tree. I figured if it rained, the branches would at least try and keep it dry and maybe it would help block some wind. I dragged larger logs into the small clearing between the trees. They would be seats before I fed them into the fire foot by foot. When I was done, I sat on one of the logs. 

The sky was clear, at least what I could see of it. Not a sound but the wind. I tried to think what I needed to do. Water was the next chore. It had to rain on this mountain once in awhile, or these trees wouldn't have gotten as large as they were. I wondered if I could boil the liquid out of sap. Maybe create some way to condense it. It was certainly cold enough for it. Of course, I wasn't sure if water would be the only liquid to condense. I could save pee. I wasn't really high on either solution, but thinking of peeing made me run off into the woods. I drained my bladder into nature. I knew the cold was disguising my thirst, but it was doing a good enough job that I wasn't desperate yet. I was resecuring my pants when I thought about Dorothy. How was her bladder?

"Dorothy?" I said, slightly shaking her shoulders. There was no movement except her rhythmic breathing. "Dorothy, I am really sorry about this, but I have to check." I lifted the blanket and carefully placed my hand between her legs. "Shit!" I yelled loud enough to wake the dead. She was warm and very wet. I left the hovel. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" I shouted at the world. Unconscious people pee. 

If it got as cold as last night, or colder, being wet could very well be a death sentence. Dorothy was my only friend. We were each other's blankets. There was no way I could lose her. I wasn't sure I could survive without her. I knelt down and looked at her sleeping face from the door. There was no way I was going to let her die. A pilot, two old men, and a little boy were it. The world wasn't going to take her as well. I silently prayed her husband was an understanding man. 

I broke the latch on the other suitcase. I needed to assess the clothes we had and pick out something dry for Dorothy. It looked like her son's suitcase. Extra shoes and many sets of clothes that fit no one on the mountain. Even the socks looked too small for mittens. Under the shirts, I found a rare gift. Torn cellophane containing three juice boxes. The writing was Russian, but they looked grape according to the picture on the side. No clothes, but I did have the means to create more pee. I laughed at the irony. There were a few more days of survival in those boxes. 

I rummaged through the contents from the other suitcase and chose a pair a pants. I thought about the men's underwear. I shook my head and decided Dorothy would rather go commando than wear some old man's underwear. I took a deep breath and crawled back into our home. 

"Dorothy," I said loudly, hoping she would wake up and take care of this herself, "I need to change your pants." No movement, not even an eyelid twitch. "This is not ideal," I continued as I began undoing her belt, "but I have little choice. Your parts would become ice cubes, and I can't have that." I pulled the belt through the loops. She was wearing button fly jeans that made me struggle exactly where I shouldn't be struggling. 

"You had to wear button fly jeans on the plane," I complained, "just too be difficult I assume." The first button finally released. "I hope you know I am not enjoying this," I went to work on the next button which was more stubborn, "if you would just wake up, you can save us all sorts of embarrassment." Of course, if she didn't wake up, I would be the only one embarrassed. The last button finally relented. 

"Last chance," I said, looking at her calm face. It was a rather nice face, now that the blood had been cleaned off. With no response, I started tugging the wet pants down her hips. It was a challenging operation since she couldn't help by lifting her butt. I paused and tried to stifle a laugh.

Dorothy was wearing yellow panties covered with images of cute ducks in different poses. It wasn't any cartoon character I was familiar with, but it definitely didn't fit a mother. They would be more at home on a toddler. The timing couldn't have been better. The laugh allowed some of my guilt to drift away. 

"When you wake, I am going to need an explanation for your choice in underwear," I said as I removed her shoes and tugged her pants over her feet. "I guess you didn't expect the plane to crash." Quickly, without trying to think, I laid the back of my hand on her yellow ducks. They were soaked. 

"I am going to do this a clinically as I can," I said, looking at Dorothy's face, "I wish there were another way, but the cold leaves us no options." I sighed and then pulled her wet panties down her legs and over her feet. I tried to keep my eyes on her feet as I took the dry pants and began running them up her legs. I paused. 

"Apologies," I said, then ran my hand carefully up the inside of her thigh to the apex. Her skin was too wet and I could imagine a rash would develop. I pulled off the dry pants, grabbed the first aid kit and ripped open a disinfectant wipe. I took a deep breath then began wiping her. I gave up not looking and moved her legs as necessary, even turning her on her side to get underneath. There was nothing I didn't see, but I shut out the desire to see it. I was a doctor, not a voyeur. 

When I was done, I grabbed one the boy's shirts and dried her off. I tested the skin and decided she was clean and dry enough. I quickly ran the pants back up her legs, lifted her butt and zipped them up. Her waist was fairly trim compared the man who wore the pants. I retrieved her belt and spent some time feeding it through all the loops. Once cinched, she looked like a hillbilly. I had to smile. She was a cute hillbilly. 

I took her wet clothes outside and laid them on one of the logs. We had limited resources so, drying them out seemed reasonable. I had no idea how long the two of us were going to be stuck on the mountain and a change of clothes, dirty or not, might become important. The duck covered panties continued to entertain my mind as I began to build a fire. I really wanted to meet the woman with the guts to wear such a garment. She obviously had a humorous side. 

To be on the safe side and conserve matches, I lit the Sterno can first before trying to ignite the branches I was using as kindling. I was proud of my decision when the wood failed to catch prior to the match dying out. I started the kindling with the Sterno, then covered the can to preserve it. 

The warmth the fire created was a luxury. The sun had heated the air enough that the cold was bearable, but the heat was most welcome. I turned my ass to the flames and let them return me to a sense of normalcy. I took stock of the situation. 

Three juice boxes and four Ramon packets. My stomach was growling, but I didn't want to partake of the food without the ability to share it with Dorothy. In time, if she didn't wake up, I would have too. The juice I could possible share. I wondered if swallowing was as much a reflex as breathing. We would both need liquid to keep our innards working. The sugar might even give us a little energy. 

I turned, facing toward the fire when my butt began to feel the burn. The wood was burning quickly. I wrestled one of the big logs, dragging the end into the fire. My hope was to slowly feed it in and not have to constantly feed smaller pieces. I thought of Dorothy as I singed the hair on the back of my hand. She deserved some warmth as well. 

I crawled back into the hovel and checked her breathing. Steady as ever. I rolled her on her side, tucked the blanket underneath and let her roll back on top of it. Slowly, I pulled the blanket like a sled. The ground was a little uneven, but I don't think it bothered her. I laid her near enough to the fire where she could feel the warmth, but not burn. I sat on a log next to her head and smoothed out her hair, pushing it out of her eyes. 

Dorothy was a phenomenal listener. I explained our situation and sketched out my current plans, which were weak. I began talking to her about Kimberly. If I survived this rock, I would need to make some decisions about my future. I loved Kimberly some of the time. It wasn't fair to her, or to me, to continue a relationship that was doomed to fail in the long run. Kimberly, I was sure, was thinking the same thing. I explained the whole relationship to Dorothy, defining when things began to not be right. I also expressed my reservations of hurting Kimberly. We had been together for so long, I wasn't sure we knew how to be apart. 

I drifted from Kimberly and I talked about my job. I was getting tired of popping around the world, never staying in one place long enough to see the sights. My partner Doug Finley and I started the business ten years ago. I just wished he took on some of the travel. It wasn't all bad. I have seen more of the world than most people. The cultures I have been exposed to, have given me an understanding of people that has enriched my life. It is exhausting though.

Doug had mentioned that he had a buyer for the firm. I think he was getting tired of it all as well. I wasn't ready to let the firm go and didn't want to assume a loan to buy him out either. I told him to sell his half to the buyer. The buyer wanted all or nothing which left him in limbo. I was rethinking the situation. Maybe it was time to sell. 

I rotated the blanket in a circle to warm Dorothy's other side. Color had returned to her cheeks which made her prettier. I parted her hair and looked at the cut that had caused all the blood before. It seemed to have scabbed over nicely. There was no puffy redness to indicate infection. 

Popping the straw into the little hole of the juice box was not as easy as the picture made it look. You needed a bit more force than I figure a child could employ. Needless to say, I ended up wasting some of the precious liquid when I squeezed the box as I poked. I hoped Dorothy would be awake the next time. I assumed she was practiced at it. 




The Mountain



I used a finger to open Dorothy's lips, brought the straw up and squirted a few drops into her mouth. It took a few seconds before I saw an involuntary swallow. It was the first movement besides breathing that I had seen in her. I was more excited than I should be. 

"Dorothy?" I called, hoping the swallow would trigger her ears. Nothing. I sighed and spent a long time dribbling juice into her mouth. I went slow, not wanting to drown her. It was always a delayed reaction and always a swallow. After I had given her what I deemed was half, I sucked down the rest myself. I was thirstier than I thought and the juice did more to enhance than quench it. 

My phone said it was 3:07 PM. I looked at the sun and figured I had maybe three more hours of daylight. I walked down to the cliff, again staying far from the drop and looked out over the valley between the mountains. It was largest expanse of open sky I could see. There were no search planes in view, though I was sure I would hear them before I could see them. I could go searching farther east, maybe find some more supplies. Maybe water if I was lucky. 

Tomorrow would be better to start searching again. I had fire and enough water, well juice, to make it for a few days. If there were any problems, I wouldn't want to meet them when it was getting dark. I walked back to the fire and shifted the large log, feeding more of it over the hot coals. I sat on the ground near Dorothy's head. 

"Another day," I sighed, "I really wish you would wake up." I stroked her hair, then stopped thinking she wasn't a pet, "I am afraid that we may be stuck here for a while and I would really like someone to talk to." I grabbed a stick and poked the coals to get them riled up to attack the log. "I'm not sure they are even looking for us. I haven't found most of the plane and..." I looked down at her and felt my eyes well up.

"I don't even know what happened to your son," I stuttered, "maybe you don't want to wake up...I can't imagine what it would be like to lose a child, especially right from your arms." I paused a moment to catch my breath and ease my empathetic grief, "somewhere, the rest of your family is waiting. They don't want to lose both of you, so you must wake up. For them and for me." I chuckled a little, "then you have to promise me that you will lie to your husband about the sleeping arrangements. I know I wouldn't be able to handle my wife with another man." I stopped myself from playing with her hair again. I stood up to end the temptation. 

"Maybe it's best that you sleep through all this," I continued, walking around the fire, "the loss of your son, the cold, and the lack of food and water. If things go south, being awake would just add to the torture." I stopped opposite her, on the other side of the fire, "being awake alone, I assume will be much worse." I raised my hands to no one. "I can't believe I want you awake and suffering just so that I can feel better. What kind of selfish asshole am I? You go ahead and sleep as long as you want and ignore my rambling." I moved around the fire and sat down next to her again. "I'll take care of you if you stay alive. Just don't die on me." 

On the edges of my hearing, an engine sound thrummed in and out. I jumped up and tried to locate the direction. It seemed to be coming from far away. I turned my head and was unable to isolate a direction so I ran toward the cliff, the only open space I could really see. 

In my haste, I slipped and slid toward the edge. For a brief moment, I saw my end and all I could think about is a sleeping woman freezing to death on a mountain side. I got angry and grabbed for the branches of the tree I had tied the shirt onto. It brought my slide to a halt, and I stayed still to let my heart slow down as well. I couldn't die, Dorothy needed me. She was the reason that I kept going. 

I listened again. The engine sound was more defined, but didn't seem to be any closer. I looked over the valley and into the sky and saw nothing flying. The sound could was most likely echoing off the sides of the mountain. The plane could be miles away and never enter into my view. View! I ran back to the fire and threw on a few more dried branches. Once they flared up, I put green branches and needles in the flame. A thick gray smoke rose and climbed into the sky. 

I listened as the engine slowly sputtered and died away. I sat down hard and listened for a good while longer. The engine didn't return. If it had been a search plane, it would have probably zig zagged back and forth. More than likely, it was another puddle jumper that had more luck than our flight. 

"I guess that was our excitement for the day," I told Dorothy. I decided to use the rest of the daylight to add to our wood supply. Next time I hear an engine, smoke first then go running around like an idiot. 

As the sun went down, clouds came in. I pulled Dorothy back into the hovel and got her off the blanket. Using the suitcases to block the door, I stuffed the extra clothes in the gaps. I again covered her hands with socks, set her sideways and put her hands between her cocked legs. I scooted up behind and covered us with the blankets. My hand found the warmth under her breasts as I got as comfortable as I could. 

"Sorry," I whispered, then closed my eyes. Sleep took me before long. 

I awoke once in the night to shift my lower arm that had fallen asleep. I wasn't warm, but I certainly wasn't freezing either. The rebuild was a success. I snuggled closer to Dorothy and sleep quickly found me again. 

I could see inside the hovel when I woke the next time. Except for my side being a little sore from sleeping in one position, I was refreshed. "Good morning, Dorothy," I said as I pulled her onto her back. She was warm and breathing so it was a good morning. 

After I had disassembled the door, a blinding light greeted my eyes. Our water problems were over, and a new problem just replaced it. There was an inch of bright white snow on the ground. 

I crawled out, bumping branches and started to jump about to get the snow off my neck and out of the back of my shirt. It was cold wet snow, not something that would last a bright sun. I quickly filled the small cooking pot with the white stuff. I tore open the top of the juice box we had drained and filled it as well. 

Taking some branches from my wood pile, I stirred the coals of yesterday's fire. There were still a few smoldering weakly. The snow had doused them pretty well. Only the ones covered by the large blackened log remained. I dropped in kindling and blew until a flame was generated once again. One match saved. 

Once the fire was going, I placed the cooking pot nearby to melt the snow. The flames did their job quickly, and I added more snow until I nearly had a full pot. I let the water warm a bit, and then I drank the whole pot. I started the process over again for Dorothy. We were going to drink our fill while it lasted since we had no way to store it. While the snow melted, I went off and took a pee and didn't even think about saving it. 

I took a half pot of warm water into the hovel. Using my finger on one end of the juice straw, I trapped a little water and dripped it into Dorothy's mouth. It took a moment, and then she swallowed. It took a long time to get all the water into her, but it was a necessity if we ended up staying here for a long time. 

"Sorry," I repeated when I checked between her legs. Sure enough, she was wet again. I went outside and filled the pot with snow again and set it next to the fire. 

I rummaged through the old man's clothes and found another pair of pants. There was no way I was going to try to put her jeans back on, even though they had dried. Those buttons were just too difficult. I preferred the quick in-and-out the loose pants allowed. 

Removing her shoes, belt, and pants went quickly since I was now practiced. I tore open another disinfectant wipe and began cleaning her as quickly as possible. 

I heard a loud intake of breath that wasn't mine and her hips moved. I looked up at Dorothy's raised head and wide open eyes. She was awake. I smiled. 

The yelling I should have expected. The feet were a complete surprise. One caught me in the face, the other in the chest, sending me tumbling out of the makeshift hovel into the snow. In hindsight, looking up from a newly woken woman's genitals and smiling, was not the best course of action. 

Whatever she was shouting wasn't English. I moved away from the door, fearing she might decide my eyes no longer belonged in their sockets. I called out an apology that was met with more words that needed no translation. Maybe it would have been better if she didn't wake up. 

I waited for a good long time by the fire. I drank another pot of water and started the fourth. Dorothy emerged hesitantly and quickly rose to her feet as if she felt less vulnerable standing up. She was dressed in her jeans. I remained sitting on a log trying to look as non-threatening as possible. She moved exactly opposite me on the other side of the fire. She was looking around, but never really taking her eyes off me. I could see her breathing was heavy, and anger was brewing behind her dark eyes. She looked almost witch-like with her hair shooting off in directions it was never meant to go.

Dorothy raised her hand and pointed her finger to me. A string of very fast, angry words followed. Her finger was shaking at me as she yelled. She suddenly stopped and put her hands on her hips and stared at me like she was expecting a response. 

"Do you speak English?" I asked. I tried to speak calmly, so she knew I was no threat. Inside I was struggling with the thought of this woman hating me. Of the all the scenarios I had considered, hate wasn't even remotely conceived. 

She raised her hands above her head in disgust and rattled off more words I didn't recognize though I did recognize a reference to American. It was spoken with disgust. 

"No English?" I clarified. This time, my question was met with almost whispered expletives. Great. We couldn't speak with each other. I stood. She jumped back with wide eyes. I held out my palms; fingers spread to try and indicate I wasn't coming any closer. She stopped moving and watched me warily. 

Charades was never my favorite game. I found it embarrassing at best, preferring games that didn't involve physical acting. Here, on the mountain, it would have to become the standard mode of communication. Dorothy was obviously confused as to what had happened. I thought deeply, and then began my charade. 

I held out my arms to try and look like a plane. Then I flew one hand and crashed it into my palm. Dorothy nodded. At least she remembered the crash. I pointed to the cabin section, behind her, that we survived in. She hadn't noticed it before, and I could see her eyes had grown large when she turned back to me. I pointed to the sun then I arched my finger dragging it across the sky. I turned to her and held up three fingers, indicating this was the third day since the crash. 

Dorothy stared at me in disbelief. I pointed at her, then made a pillow with my hands and laid my head against it, briefly closing my eyes. I held up my three fingers again. I hope she understood that she had been unconscious since the crash. Her hand covered her mouth as she began to understand. 

I reached down and grabbed the pot of melted snow. I took a small sip then indicated it running through my system with my hand wiggling down my chest. I then spread my hand out around my pelvis region, hoping it looked like the water ran through me and I peed myself. Dorothy's head tilted. I thought I saw understanding. I pointed at her and then gave the pee gesture again. I shrugged my shoulders and lifted my hands palms up. The international I-didn't-know-what-else-to-do symbol. I pantomimed removing my pants and washing my pelvic region, then raising my pants again. Dorothy watched, her fascination was replacing the anger I saw earlier. I pointed at her again, then hugged myself with a shiver trying to explain how cold she would have been if I let her stay wet. I shrugged my shoulder holding my palms up again. In a sense asking her what else could I have done? Dorothy smiled. 

The smile was forced but held forgiveness. Or, at least, acceptance of the necessity. She nodded her head, and I smiled back. We looked at each other for a moment; then she spoke as she mimed. It was a question; that much I could tell. She cradled her arms and rocked them as if she were holding a child. I lost my smile and my eyes watered. I didn't like the question, but I knew I had to answer. 

I shook my head slowly and pointed to my eyes. "I haven't seen him," I said, then dropped my head, still shaking it. I didn't think he would be found alive. I expected to see her fall to the ground in agony. I saw grief and a tear, but none of the pain a mother should feel. I tried not to let it change my opinion of her as she looked down and mumbled something I didn't understand; maybe a prayer. 

Dorothy moved slowly away from me, toward the partial cabin with its four seats. I followed a good ten steps behind. She needed some space, but I didn't want to lose sight of her. She examined the wreck and reached out to brush the snow off her seat. She looked up, left and right, trying to build an idea of what had happened. She turned to me, pointing at the wreck, then at the missing parts. The question she voiced was unnecessary. 

"I found the tail over there," I said as I walked over to where the tail was and pointed to the west. "The rest, I haven't found." I shrugged my shoulders and pointed at where the other parts were. Dorothy nodded and seemed to understand. She pointed at herself and then at her seat, next she pointed at me then at my seat. I nodded my head yes. 

Dorothy moved toward the front and pointed at the first seat. I wasn't sure how to tell her without being rude. I didn't want to draw my finger across my throat. It seemed too callous. I shook my head in a knowledgeable way. I believed she understood. 

Dorothy nodded her head and covered her heart with her hand. She said something quietly that I assumed was close to 'rest in peace.' We walked back to the camp, and I sat down on a log and indicated that she should do the same. Surprisingly, she sat next to me on my log. 

"Tamara," Dorothy said, tapping her chest. I smiled, thinking I was a fool for not handling the introductions earlier. 

"Jonathan," I said tapping my chest. Tamara held out her hand, and I shook it. 

"Jon..a..thun," Tamara repeated. She butchered my name in the most beautiful way. I laughed and repeated her name. She thought it just as humorous. At least we could laugh together. That was a huge step up from the yelling and miles beyond the silence. I certainly liked Tamara better than Dorothy.

I handed the pot of melted snow to Tamara. She took a sip, set it down and made a motion with her hand, miming eating with a fork. I could feel my empty stomach as well. I stood signaling for her to wait on the log. I retrieved our food supplies and brought them back to her. 

I laid out the four Ramon packets and two juice boxes. "That's all we have," I said, circling the items with my hand. Tamara stared at them for a moment. I could see her thinking, analyzing our resources and her hunger. She grabbed one of the Ramon packets and pretended to break it in half and pointed me, then back at herself. We would split it. 

Tamara pointed at the next packet, then duplicated my sun arch as she spoke. She repeated with the next packet. Split one a day. As good a plan as any. I nodded my head, and she smiled. I smiled back. We had the smile thing down. At least we would be friends. 

Tamara took the cooking pot and loaded it with snow and placed it on some coals. I guess she was going to cook. She sat back down next to me and watched the pot. 

"A watched pot never boils," I said aimlessly. Tamara looked at me with a questioning look. I chuckled and waved off the statement, "Just a stupid joke." She looked at me and smiled again. It was almost as if she understood from my expression. Not the joke itself, but that it was humor. She had a nice smile. It brought so much life to her face. 

Tamara reached next to the fire and pulled out a small rock. More of an overgrown pebble. She spoke as she placed in closer to the fire. She pointed at it and then moved her hand across the sky, but only part way. A few hours, I guessed. She picked up the rock, pretending it was hot and carried it toward the hovel and mimed putting it in. 

I found her thinking process genius. I smiled and shaped my hands as if I was surrounding a larger fist-sized rock. Tamara nodded enthusiastically, sharing her smile once again. She had proposed a heat source for the night. I tapped both of my index fingers on my temples, then pointed at her and gave her a thumbs up. "You are one smart woman." 

Tamara folded her arm across her chest and cupped her other elbow, then pouted her lips and tucked her free fist under her chin. I laughed at her Thinking Man pose. She bowed at my recognition and joined my laughter. It was a soft, flowing laugh that seemed to float in the air. I was so happy she was awake. 

I pointed to the pot and mimed eating, then showed my imaginary rock again. "We can try to find some rocks after we eat." Tamara agreed and sat next to me again. She mimed a set of binoculars with her fists, then made a flying gesture with her hand followed by pointing at the cabin section. I shook my head then I tapped my ear once, created the number one with my finger, and then pushed my hand away toward the sky a couple of times, "I've heard one plane, and it was far away." I pointed to my eyes and shook my head no, "never saw it."

I stood and went under the tree and shook the snow off of one of green-needled branches. I broke off one small section and brought it to the fire and threw it in. A small line of thick smoke emitted briefly. I pointed back to the green wood stack and mimed bringing over an arm full and dropping it on the fire. I fluttered my fingers over the fire and raised them to the sky. "Smoke signal for the search planes."

Tamara smiled, tapped her temple and pointed at me. She understood. I really liked trading smiles with her. They were an incredibly honest form of communication. Most of the time they signified happiness. For us, it meant understanding and agreement as well. When I sat down, Tamara tapped my head, and then her own, followed by hooking her two index fingers together. "Yes," I nodded, "we do think alike." More shared smiles as she reached down to set the pot closer to the fire to speed the boil. 

I felt incredibly comfortable with Tamara next to me. There was no need for stupid small talk, not that we could anyway. For a woman who woke up with a stranger between her legs, she was incredibly calm. She was already analyzing the situation and coming up with suggestions for making things better. Our cooperation was necessary, and she knew it instinctively. I found her intriguing and attractive, mentally as well as physically. I tried to put the attraction away. She was traveling alone, but a child usually meant a husband. No woman like her could possibly be single. 

Sharing the Ramon was a team effort. No silverware, or anything that could be used as such, required us to share the pot and drink the broth and noodles. There was a small temptation to take a huge mouthful and fill my growling stomach. I ignored the urge and pretended to take more than I really did. I figured Tamara needed it more than me. Her body was probably still repairing itself. She had no qualms about sharing the cup and placing her lips where mine had just been. The women I was used too, would have balked at the thought, at least at first. There was a strength in Tamara that accepted necessity for what it was; necessary.




The Mountain



I took Tamara on the safety tour first. Down to the cliff so she knew the danger of walking at night. I showed her the shirt I tied to the tree and mimed being lost, finding the shirt and pointed North, toward the camp. She tapped her temple and smiled. 

The snow was melting quickly as the sun reached its zenith. The trees protected a lot of it, so we would probably still have water the next morning. We traveled east, looking for supplies and rocks. Tamara thought ahead and brought an empty suitcase to carry what we found. Being a man, I tried to carry it for her. She snatched it back, pointed at her breasts and then put her hand on her hip with an expression of disgust. I smiled and raised my hands in surrender. "Yes, because you're a woman. It won't happen again." She smiled when I understood. She would pull her weight whether I liked it or not. She was so damn intriguing. 

We found a wheel assembly that had been ripped from the plane. I saw nothing of value, but Tamara was able to salvage some of the wiring at its base. Three, two foot long colored wires that might come in handy. I tapped my temple to her. 

Rocks were hard to find. A lot of the stone we saw was structured in layers and would flake. Slowly we gathered some useful solid rock as the snow melted and exposed them. I was walking, looking at the ground when I realized that Tamara had stopped. I turned and saw her standing by the suitcase, looking at it like she didn't know what it was. I moved back to her, shrugging my shoulders to let her know I wondered what was going on. She blushed a bit, pointed at me then back at the suitcase. 

I grabbed the handle and lifted what was now a very heavy rock-laden carrying case. I put it back down and gave my best impression of Tarzan and beat my chest. I enjoyed making her laugh. The irony of her having to give up her women-are-equal for a brief moment was forgotten as we laughed together. I hefted the case with both arms and decided it was time to head back. I wasn't going to admit the case was nearing my weight limit as well. I liked being stronger since she was beginning to seem smarter. 

On our way back, I spotted the shoe. Tamara picked up the small tennis shoe and nodded her head and cradled her arms. I set down the suitcase, and we began a quick search of the area. I was again surprised by the lack of deep emotion from Tamara. She obviously had an interest in finding her child, but there was none of the misery I had expected. I was upset that she wasn't upset when we gave up the search an hour later. His shoe may have been here, but his body was not. There was always the slim chance he was with another survivor. Alone, I didn't see him lasting a night. 

Tamara took a deep breath, sighed with one last look around then pointed back to our camp. I hefted the suitcase and followed her. She was rather callous for a mother, the first unpleasant thing about her. My impression of her was changing and not for the better. If it were my son, I would be cursing God to fight the anger and grief, not shrugging it off as an unwelcome loss.

We set the rocks we had gathered around the fire. Close enough to absorb the heat, but not so close as to be easily blackened. Tamara smiled at me while we worked. I didn't smile back, and she noticed. I shouldn't be judging her, but I was. I couldn't understand her uncaring attitude toward the death of her child. Without thinking, Tamara tossed her son's shoe toward our hovel. She didn't even look where it landed. 

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I shouted. The shoe was the only thing she had found of him. 

Tamara was startled and looked at me like I was insane. She shrugged her shoulders and said something that sounded like a question. Her eyes narrowed along with mine. I stood and retrieved the shoe and pointed it at her. She shrugged again. I threw the shoe at her. Not hard, but the throw contained my obvious disgust.

Tamara stood and backed away. I saw some fear in her eyes. I raised my hands, palms out to stall her panic. It didn't. She began yelling at me and pointing at the shoe. Her finger made circles around the side of her head. She thought I was the crazy one.  

I pointed at the shoe then made a motion with my hands to indicate a pregnant belly on me. Cradling my arms, I then rocked an imaginary baby. I followed with the plane crash, one hand flying into the other. I pointed at her and imitated shrugging off the death of her child. "How can you be so damn cold?" I watched her think. "What would your husband say?" I added, miming putting a ring on my ring finger. Tamara shook her head and tried to erase my mime with her hands. 

Tamara duplicated my ring gesture and shook her head. She wasn't married. She copied my pregnant movement and pointed at the shoe shaking her head while speaking desperately. It wasn't her child. She reached into the fire and retrieved a stick that hadn't begun to burn, moved over to the log and sat down, waving me over to sit next to her. I did.

Tamara drew a stick figure in the dirt. Another next to it. She added a heart above then drew a smaller, child, figure next to the parents. She looked at me and I nodded my head, the shame beginning to show on my face. I shouldn't have judged her so quickly. She drew a line through the heart, breaking it. Using her hands, she made angry PacMan like chompers, facing each other, symbolizing a bickering couple. The tone of her words emphasized her play. She drew an arched line from one of the parents to about a foot away, then redrew the figure there and erased the original. I nodded, recognizing a divorce. 

Tamara drew another figure between the parents and pointed at herself. I nodded. She drew a symbol above her stick head that I didn't recognize. She thought for a moment then replaced it with the Euro symbol. I borrowed the stick and drew a dollar sign above that. She smiled and nodded. She drew a line from her to the child, then moved the stick back and forth between the parents. It was her job to transport the child between the parents who must have moved far apart from each other. I was a fool. 

I took Tamara's hand in mine, patted it and tried to look contrite. "I'm sorry I misjudged you." She squeezed my hand and smiled. I was forgiven. She pointed at her rendition of the child, made an arch across the sky, symbolizing a day and held up two fingers. She had only known the boy for two days. Enough time to feel sad, but not long enough to fully bond. Her empathy was normal. My idiocy was reaching new heights. For some reason, I repeated the ring gesture and shook my head. "I'm not married either." I could have sworn she blushed. 

I stood and grabbed the cook pot. I filled it with snow that was protected from the sun by the trees. We would have water today and possibly tomorrow morning. After that, we were at the mercy of the weather. Tamara relieved me of the pot and set it near the fire. 

While the snow melted, Tamara tied the ends of wires together to create a six-foot length. She went to the wood pile and found a stick about three feet long and an inch thick. I watched her work, wondering what she was thinking. She gave me a sly smile, proud of what she was creating and having fun watching me try to figure it out. She took one of the old man's long sleeve shirts and used the stick like a hanger. She held up her creation to me. 

"You made a hanger?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders. Tamara bit her bottom lip to hold back her smile. I think she didn't want me to feel stupid. She pointed toward the cliff then walked over to a small tree and mimed tying off the other end of the wire, then tossing the shirt over the cliff. Ingenious! A symbol announcing our location. Something that could be seen from the air if a plane was searching in the valley. I rose smiling, pointing at her and tapping my head. "You are one smart woman." A smart woman with a glorious smile. 

We went to the cliff immediately and found a suitable tree that was close enough to the edge, but a small enough diameter to not need a lot of the wire to be secured. Tamara laid down and lowered the shirt over the edge. When she squirmed back and rose, her prideful smile had grown. It was infectious. I held out my hand, and she folded hers into it. I walked Ms. Einstein back to the camp. The first pot of water was on me. 

As the sun went down, we went to work on setting up the hovel for the night. Using our sock mittens, we loaded the hot rocks into the suitcase and hauled them into the hut. We placed them in two piles, front and back. Hopefully, that would make them last the longest. We brought in everything we had. No need to expose our necessities to the weather. When it was done, I let Tamara enter first and pick a side. I crawled in and sealed the entrance as I had the night before. It was nearly pitch black, which I assumed was what Tamara was commenting on. 

I moved to my side, accidently crawling on Tamara for a moment. "Sorry." She giggled and pushed me lightly to my side. We organized the blankets blindly, and we both lay on our backs. I wasn't sure how to broach the subject about conserving our body heat by sharing. Now that she was awake, I would need permission. Without a shared language, it would be difficult to explain. If it got cold, it would be a necessity. 

Tamara shifted, I sensed toward me. Her hand found my arm and she pulled me toward her. Ms. Einstein already figured it out. I rolled toward her, and she laughed and gently rolled me back. She would spoon into me. I assumed it made her feel more chaste. I rolled to the other side and tucked myself back into her. Her arm reached around me and drew me close. She snuggled her hips toward mine and reset the blankets. A few whispers of something I didn't understand and she became motionless. "Good night, Tamara," I whispered and closed my eyes. 

The next two days were a series of exploration and improving our camp. We found nothing of the rest of the plane or any other debris from the crash. I guessed that the rest of the plane was below the cliff. Twice we had heard a plane engine and twice it never came close. We sent up our smoke signal and received no recognition. Our food would run out the next day, and our water supply had dwindled to two juice boxes. 

We had been trading words, trying to improve our communication. Simple things like fire, water and I have to go pee were now understood without hand signals. We were building our own language from pieces of English and her language that I now knew was Armenian. It took a while to decipher that, but we worked it out by drawing rough country borders in the dirt. I surmised from our time together that her job of transporting the child was a lucky break. She was from a low-income family without a lot of opportunities. I had a basic understanding that Armenia had not fared well when the Soviet Union broke up. State imposed jobs had disappeared and little had been done to replace them. 

Tamara had already figured out I was an American. She knew of Chicago, which was as close to my home as I could get without confusing her. I think I was able to describe my job fairly well. Describing an importer to someone without language was difficult. She may not have fully understood, but she gathered the gist enough to know I traveled a lot. 

I found out she was from a family of five. A mother, her, and three brothers. Her father had passed away many years ago. Her job transporting the boy was the only job the family had at the time. Her brothers did odd jobs when they could. Other than that, they survived with money from the diaspora, Armenians that lived outside of the country. I was familiar enough with the concept that I caught on quickly. 

Tamara was very comfortable to hang out with, not that we had a choice. We never seemed to feel pressure to fill the silence. We always sat on the same log around the fire, always within an arm's reach. 

My thoughts drifted to Kimberly as the third night approached. She, or I, would have jumped off the cliff by now. There was none of the comfort I felt with Tamara. Kimberly and I needed a goal to be with each other. I looked over at Tamara, and she smiled at my attention. I smiled back, and Kimberly drifted from my mind. I was more comfortable with a woman that I could barely talk too. It didn't hurt that the woman was awfully cute. She could use a bath, but so could I.

I spooned into Tamara that night. We couldn't keep sleeping on one side, not without something softer than pine needles. When I wrapped my hand around her, she took it and tucked it under her breasts and whispered something. I suspected it was to tell me not to get any ideas. Well, she couldn't tell me what to think. I smiled, and I knew she felt it when she gave my hand a squeeze. I ignored the stirrings of desire. The last thing she needed was to feel my reaction growing. I kept my thoughts as clean as I could, closed my eyes, and dreamed dirty.

The wind woke me well before morning. It was strong and sounded like it was coming in waves from different directions. The hut was colder than it had been on previous nights. It felt as if the rocks had already lost their heat. Tamara said something that sounded desperate. "It will be alright," I responded and hugged her closer as she tucked deeper into me. I could feel her shivering and wasn't sure if it was from the cold or the unrelenting sound of the wind. We nodded off and on the rest of the night. The wind never ceased. 

When the hovel somewhat brightened with morning light leaking through the cracks, I braved the cold and left the blankets to look outside. The wind was still violent, so I only disassembled a small portion of the seal at the door. Death was outside. 

A blizzard had covered our campground in an undulating blanket of white. Cold specks of snow whipped through the opening and stung my cheek. I hurriedly replaced the seal as the temperature inside dropped quickly. Tamara was awake with eyes wide. I knew what the blizzard meant; I could see she saw it as well. Winter had come and we had run out of time. We were in our grave.

"I'm sorry," I said to Tamara. I should have tried harder. I could have found a way down, maybe attempted the cliff. I didn't want her to die here. 

Tamara held out her hand to coax me back under the blankets. The concern on her face made me want to cry. I was useless against a blizzard. She pulled me into a hug and gripped me hard. I could feel warm tears fall on my neck, and there was nothing I could do. "I am so sorry," I repeated. Her head pulled back, and I saw her wet eyes in the dim light. She whispered something warm. Lovely words for the end the world. 

I wiped the tears off her cheeks with my finger. "I wish I would have met you years ago," I admitted. There wouldn't be enough time for her understand. No charade could convey my meaning. Her eyes closed and she tilted her head forward. My lips found hers. She understood the meaning if not my words. 

I had forgotten how much feeling could be spawned by soft lips. Tamara's hands encompassed my head as she drew me in harder, nibbling on my lower lip, tickling it lightly with her tongue. I broke through the last barrier of hesitancy and threw myself into her passion. A warmth spread through my body as the blizzard raged outside. Our lips danced wonderfully, our tongues embracing gently, then with heated passion. I wanted all of her. In her arms was where I wanted to die. 

My hands roamed down Tamara's side, caressing poorly through her clothes. Her lips separated from mine, and she whispered something. "I don't understand," I returned. She knew my ignorant look, a cue often used between us. She took my hand in hers and pulled it slowly between her legs. She whispered the same words, almost as a question. "I would never deny you," I whispered as I cupped her sex through her pants. She had no idea how much her smile excited me. 

Death was blowing hard outside, inside we were laughing. It was a glorious struggle to remove each other's clothes in such tight confines. Tamara was laughing so hard at my efforts; it made it nearly impossible. We finally had to surrender to the inevitable and remove our own clothes after I nearly broke my wrist trying to get her shirt off. Once we were done, the real exploration began. 

Sometimes beauty takes your breath away. Sometimes you fear that touching will forever alter it. Sometimes beauty is in the touching itself. That is how I experienced Tamara's beauty. Her exquisite reactions to my hand traveling along her abdomen, moans that needed no translation when I found her breasts, and soft caresses urging me along. I tasted her neck and left a trail of kisses to her breasts. Luxurious words came from her mouth as my lips found her nipple. I could only translate the feelings, for they echoed mine. 

My lips found hers again as my hand traveled slowly down between her legs. She smiled as she spread her legs and let me explore. I shared the air of her moans, teasing her carefully, her wetness urging me to be bolder. Her hand found my erection, and she opened her eyes. "Jonathan," she moaned, her accent making my name sound so wonderful. 

I moved onto Tamara, careful to keep the blankets over us. We might freeze to death in an hour, but right now, I wanted to live. Smiling, she guided me to our first coupling. Watching her expression change when I entered her increased my desire. She lost her smile and sucked in a deep breath as I lowered myself into her. When our hips met, she exhaled and kissed me with such force, I thought we might merge into one being. Her legs wrapped around me, altering the blankets and allowing some cold to enter our space. It didn't matter anymore. 

"Jonathan," Tamara whispered as her hips began to move into me. I countered the movement, enjoying her desire, trying to stall mine. We moved as if we had always been together. She seemed to know where I needed her and her moans told me that is exactly where she wanted to be. There was no struggling for comfort, no wasted movements, just shared joy. Each movement brought pleasure that added to the pleasure before it. 

Tamara began to shake and her hips were driving into me, grinding on my down stroke. I was near my limit as I watched her near hers. I dropped my lips to her ear and whispered, "Tamara my sweet." Her back arched, and the most wondrous moan escaped her lips. I held myself in as deep as I could as she ground her pelvis into mine. 

"Jonathan," she yelled. Bliss exploded inside of me as I felt myself empty into her. Her hands were pulling me deeper as her legs weakened. I struggled to breathe as conscious control of my body left me. I recognized my own groan as the wonderment overwhelmed me. A moment of ecstasy that not even a blizzard could compete with.

I collapsed on to Tamara, using my elbows to lesson my weight. My breath was coming in gasps and, despite the cold, we were sweating. I felt the beginnings of her chuckle before I heard it. I looked up at a beautiful happy smiling woman who spoke quickly then chuckled some more. "Yes," I agreed, "we are quite good at it." I have no idea how I knew what she was saying. I could just feel it was right. 

Tamara squeezed me inside of her which caused me to twitch. She found that funny and I found it sexy. I reached up and pushed her hair away from her sweaty face. This time, I kissed her like a lover. Soft with the intent that she never forget. Her smile disappeared, and her eyes looked into mine. More lovely words were spoken softly, with feeling. "I love you as well," I said. Her tears told me she understood. I buried mine in her shoulder.

The killer blizzard was its own worst enemy. It blew snow under the tree that piled onto our hovel, insulating us from the bitter winds. We spent the day, as it blew on, making love like the last two people on earth. I found where Tamara was ticklish. I tortured her till she grabbed my scrotum with a devious smile. Not wanting to be neutered, I relented. This time, she beat her chest like Tarzan. I loved playing with her. I loved being tender with her. I loved just being with her. Touching and kissing were all the language we needed. 




The Mountain



The winds continued as night approached. The sound had diminished due to the snowpack, but we could tell it was deadly out. Tamara became stiff and less amorous, and I thought I might have let my desire go too far. The change was sudden, and it wasn't like she didn't happily participate. I gave her my concerned look, "Is something wrong?" She recognized the expression and nodded with embarrassment. She spoke quietly as if she didn't really want me to hear. It was one of the few things I understood. She needed to pee. 

I tried not to smile, but it was hopeless. To me, it was humorous. We were unwashed, had made a sexy mess of our bed, would probably die of exposure, and she was worried about peeing. She smacked my shoulder letting me know she didn't think it was funny. I straightened my lips and kissed her tenderly. 

The cooking pot was all we had. Unless we wished to water our bed and freeze to death sooner, the pot would have to serve. I handed it to Tamara, and she shook her head. "We don't have a choice," I said and handed it to her again. She sighed and took it. I knew she was close to losing control of her bladder; I could see it in her face. She got on all fours, thought about it, then signaled for me to turn away. I smiled, held back a chuckle, and turned away. I knew everything about her body, yet she was embarrassed about peeing. Hell, I cleaned her up when she was unconscious. 

The sound of her stream hitting the pan and was loud, then softened as it began to fill. I heard her softly complaining, words that I am sure weren't meant for young ears. When the stream stopped, I turned back I saw a pot of pee in her hands and tears in her eyes. I saw no more humor. Peeing in front of me had hurt her. I carefully took the pot and set it near the door. I crawled back to her carrying one of the old man's shirts. I put a hand behind her neck and pulled her shaking lips to mine. At the same time, I wiped her dry between her legs with shirt's sleeve. There was no way I was going to let nature's call come between us. She folded into me, and I felt the embarrassment fade away. She was smiling when I looked again. Such a lovely smile. 

I broke the seal and pushed snow away from the upper section of the door. Bitter cold met my arm as I extended the pot out and emptied it. I was sure it would freeze quickly. I pulled my arm back in and closed the gap. Knowing I wasn't going to make the night, I began to fill the pot myself. Tamara watched me, mesmerized. Even with all her brothers, I suspect she had never seen a man relieve himself. When I was done, she was there with the shirt. She lovingly cleaned me and followed with a tender kiss. More lovely words whispered as she let me know that everything was okay. Somehow, I loved her more. 

We had to be gross about it. Survival required no less. I broke the seal, dumped out the pot then filled it with snow. I brought it in quickly, scrubbing it as best I could, then repeated the dumping and filling again. I sealed the gap for a final time that evening. The temperature had dropped dramatically inside, and my arm was freezing and had lost some of its color. Tamara hugged it to her chest as we shivered in the blankets. Once feeling returned to my arm, I lit the Sterno can, with one of our precious matches, and held the pot above to melt the snow. 

Tamara made a face, indicating the pot. I shrugged my shoulders, "not much choice." I said. She moved in close and kissed my cheek. We huddled near the only sources of heat, Sterno and each other. When the snow had melted, and the water warmed, I tried to remove it from the flame. Tamara pushed my hand back and made a popping sound with her lips. I laughed and left the water over the flames to boil. She lightly bit my ear with her lips to stall my laughing and relieved me of the pot. She was in charge of sanitation.

The Sterno took the cold bite out of the air as it brought the water to a strong boil. After the melting, there was less than a third of a pot of water. There was no way we were going to break the seal again that night, so a third would have to do. We covered the Sterno and let the water cool. 

We became tender, caressing with no sexual intent. Tamara needed the closeness after all the stress of handling nature's call in my presence. I loved her that way, so soft and caring. She thought she had lessened herself, exposing her animal needs. Greedily, I found it worth her minor shame. A cost worth enduring for such warm love. If a rescue team had showed up at that moment, I would have cursed them and all they held dear. I was exactly where I wanted to be, reassuring the most beautiful woman in the world that she had lost nothing. 

Somehow, we slept. Our ears became used to the wind, our minds shutting it out as normal. Entwined in each other's arms, we found safety and warmth. I awoke once to some less than dainty snoring that I found strangely reassuring. I liked Tamara relaxed and sound asleep. Her breathing, loud or not, was part of her. It reminded me she was alive and comfortable in my arms. Like the wind, the snoring became part of everything and I slept again. 

I awoke to silence. Sometime during the night the storm had exhausted itself. The hut was dimly lit in a morning glow. My eyes opened to find Tamara on her side, her head propped in her hand, watching me. She smiled, and my life held meaning. "Good morning gorgeous," I said, adding my smile to hers. She said something musical and leaned in for a kiss. I let the words and the kiss wash away the cold threat outside. Her hand trailed down my side and reached between my legs. More soft words and a pair of eyes filled with desire left no room for misinterpretation. We heated the hovel with more love. 

Wearing everything that would fit us, we ventured outside. The hut needed fresh air and we needed to assess our situation. The situation wasn't good. The snow was to our knees where our fire used to be and the drifts against the trees were waist high. There would be no more finding dead wood. We knew where our supply was buried though it held only a day's worth. Our food was exhausted and even if we could attempt the cliff, we would die of exposure quickly. 

I looked over the whitened landscape and smiled. At least it was beautiful. If you had to die, it might as well be among nature's perfect landscape. Tamara slid in next to me, wrapping her arm around me and sighed. She had come to the same conclusion. 

"Tamara, will you spend the rest of your life with me?" I asked softly. My heart wasn't joking though the words held ironic humor. She looked up at me and smiled. I kissed that smile and accepted it as a yes. I let the grimness fade away and decided to make Tamara happy for as long as I could. They say freezing to death is like falling asleep. I couldn't think of anyone else's arms I would rather fall asleep in. 

We dug out the fire pit and lit, what was most likely our last fire. Depending upon the weather, this could be our last time outside for any length of time until spring. We wouldn't last until spring. We both knew what it meant and let it go to enjoy what time we could together. 

The fire felt wonderful. Things got a little damp around it, so we had to be careful to stay dry. Somehow, through her tenacity, Tamara taught me a game she called 'gomoku.' She sketched a many squared grid into the wet ground and we took turns placing Xs and Os into the squares until someone got four in row. I sucked at the game, but the stakes made it worthwhile. The winner got to demand a kiss wherever she, for it was never he, desired. Tamara had fun exposing portions of her skin to the cold and wasn't afraid to make me kiss her ass. It was the worst game I ever loved. 

We had a long conversation, my half about what I did for a living and the places I had been. She spoke happily about something to do with her home. It didn't matter that we didn't understand each other. In fact, the lack of any possible disagreement made it that much nicer. We could laugh about a spark from the fire landing on my shoe or snow suddenly tumbling down a tree. Anything different that caught our attention and was shared seemed important. 

Tamara was happy to run off and take care of her needs out of my sight. I would smile when she returned so that I could see her blush. It would earn me a smack on the shoulder, but it was a loving smack. I would apologize with a kiss.

Overall, it was one of the best days of my life. As our rocks warmed, I took her hand and held it over my heart and placed my other hand on hers. She covered it with her hand. "I love you," I admitted again. She nodded and cried. Fate put us together and dealt a lousy future. I thought about what life could have been and saw nothing of value that didn't contain Tamara. I preferred our short existence to one without her. We held each other as the last of the wood burnt low.

I tried adding growth I ripped from trees, but it produced more smoke than heat. Our last fire was done. Tamara smiled and held out her hand. In time, we would be done. For now, we would make love. 

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Tamara shook me awake, babbling as my eyes took in the morning glow. I smiled, thinking she wanted to continue last night's activities. Thinking back warmed me against the chill in the air. She pointed to the door then put a finger to her lips and one to her ear. I listened. 

The unmistakable sound of a helicopter came in and out, echoing from some unknown distance. I never dressed so fast in my life. The damn storm could have damaged our signal. The snow certainly covered any traces of a crash. I burst out into the morning and was met by bitter cold. I ignored it and headed to the cliff, trudging through waist deep snow banks at times. The sound increased as I neared. 

Tamara was coming behind me, using my path to ease the travel through the snow. Smart girl. By the time we got to the cliff, the sound was steady, though I couldn't see the copter. The sound was echoing from different directions, reverberating off the mountains. 

Reaching the tree, I dug down its trunk to find the wire. It took a few seconds to pull the shirt free from the snow. The wind had blown it up, onto the cliff, and buried it. I shook it off and tossed it over the edge. It wasn't heavy enough to break through the snow and drop fully visible below the tree branches. I could hear warning words from Tamara as I maneuvered to the other side of the tree, hanging onto the trunk with one hand and using the other to break down the snow. 

I could feel the cold weakening my fingers, but the engine sound made me continue. I began using my foot to extend my reach, pushing more snow over the cliff to set our flag. I smiled as the snow began to move en masse. I cringed when I began to go with it. A desperate grab to support my frozen fingers with my other hand failed. Tamara screamed. I went over the edge. 

My mind had already settled on death. This new form was met with equal resolution. My last thought was not wanting to leave Tamara alone. I spread myself out and screamed, "See me!"

My thigh shattered in a field of green. Spinning. The left side of my head exploded into white light. Darkness followed. 

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My eyes wouldn't open. I struggled, but only a crack would form, and I saw nothing but whiteness behind a curtain of lashes. Snow. I remembered the snow. I was dying in the snow. I wasn't cold. It was just like falling asleep. I smiled inside, knowing my lips couldn't copy it. Just like falling asleep. 

"Mr. Bennett." The voice was insistent and completely out of place. I felt something warm in my right hand. Nothing should be warm. I smiled. My blood would be warm. 

"Mr. Bennett." It was a female voice. Not Tamara. Where was Tamara? I forced my eyes open, and light ripped into my skull. I closed them again and tried to move my left hand to cover them. My hand wouldn't move. 

"Slowly, Mr. Bennett." The voice said. A warm hand covered my eyes so I could blink them open. A white room, warm and no snow. My head felt like it was swimming in grease. Thoughts were slow to come. The hand was removed, and a woman wearing a white lab coat with short cropped red hair smiled at me. Doctor? I drooled at her. A hand, from the other side of the bed, wiped my chin with a wet cloth. I turned my head, a young man in blue smocks stared back. Orderly? Nurse? 

"Do you know where you are?" The doctor asked. I tried to answer, but my lips hadn't decided to cooperate yet. I nodded slightly, more sunk my chin than nodded. I was in a hospital. American doctor. Where was Tamara?

The doctor smiled at my movement. "Rick is going to give you some water to take care of the dryness in your throat." A straw was inserted between my lips and water was squirted in. Funny, I remembered doing that for Tamara. It felt wonderful in my mouth, so cool. I swallowed hard, letting it coat the back of my throat. I followed with a cough that broke phlegm I didn't know was stuck there. Rick added more water, and I swallowed easier. My lips were becoming my own again. 

"Where's Tamara?" I asked weakly. It didn't sound like my voice. I wasn't sure if what I thought I said was coming out of my mouth. I coughed again to loosen things up. 

"Slowly, Mr. Bennett," the doctor repeated. 

"Tamara. Where is Tamara?" I said clearly. I heard the words that time. The doctor smiled as if I was child asking why the sky was blue. 

"I don't know a Tamara," she answered, "is that a family member?" I tried to move my left hand again. There was resistance. I could lift my right. I looked down my body. Both legs were encased in metal cages that circled my legs with stainless steel spokes entering my skin holding it in place. My left arm was secured in a cast that ran from my wrist to past the elbow and halfway up my bicep.

"Crashed with me," I replied, "a woman with black hair. Thirtyish." My mind was quickening. I turned to the orderly to see if he knew. 

"It's good that you remember the plane crash," the doctor continued,"we were worried you might suffer some memory loss." I felt anger surge. I don't know where it came from, but it dwarfed everything else.

"Where the fuck is Tamara?" I growled. I shifted. It was a stupid attempt to sit up and look more forceful. Pain shot up my side, and I quickly became aware of the rest of my body. It didn't feel good. 

"I don't know a Tamara," the doctor continued, obviously quite skilled at irate patients, "but I will find out what I can." I settled back into the bed. It was the best I could hope for since I couldn't get up and walk out. 

"How bad?" I asked, sending my eyes down to my legs. 

"Both your legs experienced multiple fractures, " the doctor stated without reservation. I didn't want the glossed over version anyway. "We have reset the bones and inserted pins to guarantee it heals correctly. We expect you to regain full mobility in time."

"My arm?" I tried to lift my right arm to point to the left and stopped when I saw the IV needle. 

"You fractured the radius and ulna and chipped the humerus at the elbow. Your arm will heal faster than your legs." The doctor stalled for a moment, "It was the head injury that concerned us the most. The swelling in your brain was very difficult to manage. By your questions, I assume there is little lasting damage. Though rehab will verify it over time."

"I looked like Channing Tatum before the crash," I joked. A wave of well-being came over me and washed the anger away. My mind was moving through emotions like a rollercoaster. 

"The damage was more extensive than we thought," the doctor chuckled, "I'm glad you still have your humor though mood swings are to be expected as the drugs wear off." She looked at me, letting the humor fade away. "The swelling in your brain forced us to keep you in a medically induced coma for 57 days." Realization kicked in. 

"Where am I? I mean, what city?" I asked quickly.

"You're at Chicago Memorial Hospital, Mr. Bennett," the doctor replied, "I'm your main physician, Doctor Mary Tristin." Chicago? Where the hell is Tamara? 57 days? Did they find her?

"Are my parents here?" I asked quickly, "I have to tell them about Tamara." 

"They are outside waiting for word from me," Mary said, "do you think you are you ready for visitors?" She asked like I had a choice. 

"Send them in, damn it!" I settled the tension and lowered my voice, "please." Damn drugs. 

My mother was in tears. I didn't have time for tears. After quickly consoling her, I turned to my dad. "There was a woman who survived the crash with me on the mountain," I said, "what happened to her?" 

"I think you should take it easy, son," my dad replied, trying to calm me, "let the accident be for now and we'll talk about later when you're feeling better." 57 days, we'll talk about it now. 

"Damn it, quit coddling me," I chastised, "what the hell happened to her?" 

"Okay, okay," my dad said, holding up his hands, "An Armenian woman was rescued with you, one of three including you that survived the crash. An old man survived as well and walked for several days. He is the one who sent help." He must have landed below the cliff, in the valley. 

"What happened to Tamara, the woman?" I demanded. 

"I suppose she went home," my mother said, her eyes glancing between my father and I. I didn't like the look. I remembered it from my childhood when I crashed my mini bike, and they were trying to explain why it wasn't in the garage anymore. I looked to my dad.

"Where is she?" I said leaving no room for lies. 

"Son, I know things must have looked pretty grim..." I interrupted. 

"Damn it! What the fuck did you do?" I could smell the parental interference. The room stunk with it, and the drugs enhanced it. 

"She didn't even speak English, honey," my mother chimed in, "she claimed things..."

"I tried to give her some money," my father added. Oh God! That was the worst thing they could have done. 

"I love her, you idiots!" I shouted, "I intend to spend the rest of my life with her." I heard a gasp at the door. Kimberly stood there, hand over her mouth, watery eyes. Fuck me. 

"It's just the drugs," my mother declared, looking between Kimberly and me. There was silence for a moment as Kimberly, and I studied each other. I needed her alone. 

"Please leave," I sighed, looking at my mom. Kimberly knew I didn't mean her. My dad had to escort my mother out. She was not taking the revelation very well. "I..." Kimberly interrupted by kissing my forehead. That is wasn't my lips, was telling. 

"I wasn't going to tell you that way," I admitted. 

"I know," Kimberly smiled. Her leaky eyes didn't match the smile, "I'm still glad you didn't die."

"I thought I had."

"They say you jumped off a cliff."

"Fell, more like it," I said, "trying to get the helicopter to see us." Kimberly studied me for a moment, her smile fading as she thought. 

"Do you love her all the time?" Kimberly asked quietly. She knew it too. We weren't fully compatible, just used to each other. I nodded, unable to answer with words. I had no idea, how do you talk with my last love about my true love.

"I would have made a crappy nurse," Kimberly chuckled weakly. Her eyes defied the humor. 

"We would have hated each other," I added. Kimberly nodded. There was no way we would have survived me being bedridden. She sat on the bed and took my hand in hers. I welcomed her friendship. 

"I'm still sad about it," Kimberly continued, "parts of us were so good." I smiled remembering her beneath me in bed. She slapped my hand. "Not just those parts." We laughed with each other, mostly because she knew where my mind went. At least we now had real honesty. 

"I need to find her," I said, "my parents may have screwed it up pretty bad." 




The Mountain



"I'll help you," Kimberly offered. I was shocked and must have looked it. She smiled, "it will make up for all the care you're not going to get from me." 

"I can't ask you to do that."

"You don't have to. We love each other too much to end it by ourselves," Kimberly sighed, "we owe it to..."

"Tamara."

"Tamara for making sure we didn't end up hating each other." Kimberley meant it. "I don't think I want to meet her right away, but I can at least help you find her." I chuckled at the qualified help. 

"I also need to learn to speak Armenian," I added.

"Is her English not good enough?"

"She doesn't speak any English," I replied.

"How did you...?"

"It was primal," I replied, "we spoke without words, yet we understood everything." Kimberly smiled at me, almost a laugh. "What?"

"What happens if you don't like what she has to say?" I never thought about it. 

"Then I shut up and forget I know Armenian," I replied. Kimberley's laugh filled the room. My mom burst in, all smiles.

"So, is everything back to normal?" My mother queried, looking at Kimberly. 

"Hardly, Pamela," Kimberly replied nicely, "we have just decided that there will be no war over it." My mother's face dropped. She always liked Kimberly and thought I should have married her years ago.

"Pamela, leave it be," my dad said, forestalling my mother from interjecting her opinion. 

"Do you know her last name, or surname, or whatever they use over there?" Kimberly asked, continuing our conversation. 

"She told me once, I think," I said, trying to jog my memory. 

"You're not helping him in this?" my mother chimed in. 

"Yes," Kimberly answered with determination, "yes I am." 

"I can't remember, but I think it started with a 'P' sound," I said, ignoring my parents. 

"Jonathan!" my mother continued, " you can't do this to Kimberly." 

"Pamela, I am doing this," Kimberly responded, "He obviously can't do it himself," she waved her hand over my caged legs and lowered her voice, "and though you would have made a wonderful mother, we would have been a terrible husband and wife." I watched as my mother hugged the daughter she wanted. Kimberly smiled at me from over my mother's shoulder. It was the she-likes-me-better-than-you smile you would expect from a sibling. I rolled my eyes and kept silent. I loved them both, but Tamara held my heart. 

When the drugs wore off, mood swings were replaced by pain. It wasn't a sharp I-can't-function pain. Luckily, I was in a coma for the worst of it. The pain was dull and constant. Moving increased it and stillness was incredibly uncomfortable. At night, sleeping pills were a must. During the day, I took it out on Rick and the other nurses. Being immobile was incredibly boring and being cleaned by unloving strangers was embarrassing. I thought back to the mountain when Tamara had to pee. I now knew what she felt. I wondered if she knew how much I loved her and that it didn't matter to me. I cringed as the night nurse wiped my ass. I truly hoped Tamara didn't feel as I did at that exact moment. 

Kimberly came to visit every few days. Always a kiss on my forehead. I would never again know her lips. That was a good thing. They would never compare to Tamara's. Locating Tamara was taxing Kimberly's talents. The embassy had not kept records beyond mine, an American. The Azerbaijani authorities were difficult to converse with and knew little beyond putting Tamara on a bus with transfers to Yerevan, her requested destination. 

My parents spent a lot of time apologizing for writing Tamara off. You can't hate the people who dropped everything and flew across the world to bring you back home. From what I could discern, they had run Tamara off. The interrupters were weak, knowing only one language well. My mother, her eyes on me and Kimberly walking down the aisle, probably bordered on cruel. My dad, ever the diplomat, tried to soften the blow with money. From what I could discern, Tamara was irate when they separated the two of us. I could still see the scars of her words in my mother's eyes, even though the language barrier and the interrupter must have weakened their sting. 

When the pain finally faded, my alone time was filled with thoughts of Tamara. Sleeping was difficult. I kept waking, expecting a warm body next to mine. I would smile, half in a remembered dream, then reality would destroy it. I missed her horribly.

Doug Finley came by to see my progress two weeks after I had woken. I could see the dilemma in his eyes. He had a useless partner in a company that needed both principles. The firm was not large enough to absorb the loss easily. 

"Jonathan, it's good to see you awake," Doug said as he took in my caged legs. 

"Doug, thanks for coming to see me," I returned, "I hope the Azerbaijani deal went well." 

"Truthfully, it took a nosedive," Doug admitted, "they got wind of your problems and attempted to renegotiate." He paused a moment, maybe thinking he should have lied, "some misunderstandings occurred that both sides would have trouble undoing. I think they felt the deal was with you and not us."

"Damn," I said more to myself. I disliked having all that effort go to waste, especially after what I had endured. 

"Not your fault." Doug shrugged his shoulders. I knew he felt the investment in the trip was a complete loss. Now I am laid up, costing more than I produce. "We'll find another source in time." He smiled as if it was non-consequential. I knew it was. 

"It kind of pisses me off," I said grimly, "I thought it was a done deal. I'm sorry Doug."

Doug smiled. "Just worry about getting better. Have they given you any idea how long you're going to be laid up?"

"Walking in five or six months, fully mobile in a year," I answered truthfully. There was no way I would be returning to work quickly. Doug nodded, and I could see the friend mixing with the business owner. I knew that he would pay a financial toll as I recovered. 

"Doug, if we need to sell," I said, "don't wait to spare my feelings." I wasn't sure I was ready to end the business, but I couldn't let him suffer financially without me. 

"Not sure we can," Doug said, "the proposal expired thirty days ago. Our numbers have dropped," he added, indicated my legs, "not sure if there is any interest at a reasonable price." 

"Shit, I'm sorry Doug. I didn't mean for this to happen."

"I know," Doug sighed, "we'll just have to make the best of it." His smile belied the fears I knew were working their way through our finances. Unlike me, he lived rather high. Insurance on his Porsche probably cost more than my car. "So they tell me you tried base jumping without a chute..." At least we could still laugh together. 

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

Five months after I fell from the cliff, my rehabilitation began in earnest. The tree that had saved my life did so at the expense of my legs. Immobile, my leg muscles had weakened so dramatically that when the pins and cages were removed I could barely bend my knees. The doctor had been correct. My arm had healed much quicker. I had to learn to walk all over again. 

Kimberly had practically given up trying to find Tamara. She still visited me and told me of trading emails with this authority or another, but I could tell she had been defeated. I wasn't going to push. She at least had found a trail to Yerevan. My parents said they were looking, but I knew it was a half-hearted effort to stall my feelings while they hoped my desire would wane. My mother had some vision of my future, and it didn't contain an Armenian wife. My father, bless his heart, loved my mother as much as I loved Tamara. I could not pit him against her. 

At night, alone in my room, thoughts of the mountain would return. Feelings of Tamara would fill me. Fear of her finding another frightened me. I would not fare well against someone who knew her language. Longing to return to that hopeless hovel with her in my arms swamped reasoning. I would rather die with her than live without her. It was hard to sleep with her in my mind. 

I spent six hours a week learning Armenian. My tutor, Ruben Aslanian, was more than patient with me. He was a retired steelworker, born and raised in Southern Illinois in an Armenian household. I was never a good student, and Ruben wasn't exactly a great teacher. We learned together. There weren't any other teachers willing to make house calls on a regular basis. 

Ruben would shake his bald head every time I mispronounced a word. He didn't have the skills to describe my error properly, and my ears currently heard no difference. It would take time to become proficient. What Ruben lacked in teaching skills, he made up for with his patience. He had made many trips to Armenia, visiting and supporting his extended family. I soaked up his knowledge of the country as well as the language. 

Seven months after the fall, I was able to walk across the room, with two canes, without tiring. It had been a brutal rehabilitation. Entire muscle groups had to be rebuilt and adjust to the newly healed bones. My ankles, spared the brunt of the fall, were the worst. They felt like the first time I went ice skating when I was a child. It was if they had forgotten everything they were taught and fought against me the whole time. My doctor estimated I would be close to 100%, or what would be my new 100%, in a few more months. I moved back to my apartment. My mind began thinking of travel.

Kimberly insisted on driving me to physical rehab every other day. She was feeling guilty for not locating Tamara. The trips made me feel guilty. We had that way about us still. Unable to handle normal life comfortably. With her help, I progressed quickly. In two more months, I was able to jog half a mile on the treadmill without faltering. The scars along my legs became less hideous, more part of me now. Kimberly said I should tell people they were bullet holes. She thought It would be sexier. 

My lessons progressed with Ruben to the point I could hold simple conversations in Armenian. Nothing elaborate, but a little more than 'where's the bathroom.' It was his last lesson that made my heart jump. 

"I may have found her, or her family at least," Ruben stated with a smile as he entered the door. He was excited and now, so was I. 

"Tamara? Where?" 

"In the outskirts of Yerevan, in old soviet era tenet housing," Ruben stated, rubbing his bald head. He always did that when lessons went well. Good thing he didn't play poker. "My family thinks it is Tamara's family, they're not completely sure, but how many families claim plane crash survivors?" 

"They talked to them?" I asked, pulling a chair out for Ruben. 

"No," Ruben answered, "it is kind of third-hand knowledge. I didn't ask them to go Yerevan. They just spoke to friends of a friend." He shook his head, "I didn't ask them to travel there. I could try."

"No," I said, my smile growing, "I'm going there one way or the other. This, at least, gives me a place to start."

"I only know the building," Ruben qualified, "It's a long trip if it isn't her."

"Then I'm knocking on doors," I said proudly, "If it takes years, well...then it takes years. I'm not losing her again."

"Armenian women have a certain strength to them," Ruben warned, "are you sure? You chase her that far, and she'll know she owns you." 

"She already knows," I said and smiled, "We own each other."

The very next day, I went shopping. It wasn't the most expensive ring in the world, but that wasn't me, or Tamara. It was a pretty thing, platinum band with a solitaire setting. I wasn't sure it was a wise thing to do, but if she was still single, I meant to rectify it. I closed the black ring box and put it in my pocket. If she wasn't single, I could always carve my eyes out with the diamond and try out another cliff.

Doug tried hard to talk me out of traveling to Armenia. He was adamant that I would find her with another man or worse, uninterested. He spent a lot of time trying to talk me into going to South America. There was a strong interest in handmade Peruvian pottery and thought my time would be better spent acquiring a supplier. We had angry words on the subject. He seemed to think he could change my mind, not understanding my level of commitment. The only thing that ended the argument was promising to travel to Peru after I found Tamara. 

My mother was despondent. Not so much that I was getting back on a plane, but that I was pursuing a woman that didn't quite meet her criteria. My father, on the other hand, organized the trip and bought the plane tickets. He had been feeling guilty about not being more charitable to Tamara when they had met briefly. My parents treated her poorly, trying to undo what they thought was me sowing wild oats. I kissed my mother and, for the first time in a long time, hugged my father. 

"Find her," my father whispered in my ear. Soft enough that my mother couldn't hear. I felt he wanted to say more, but he left it at that. His love was stretched between the two of us. He was forever the diplomat. 

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

My three plane hops to Yerevan landed where they were supposed to. I let out the breath I was holding each time the wheels touched down safely on a runway. I grabbed my one bag and walked out of the airport with single-minded desire and note with unverified information.

Tamara Petrosian

Kurkjian building III

Yerevan was not Chicago. No grandiose downtown with glass and steel skyscrapers. Yerevan looked old, a throwback to the 50's with mostly cement buildings rarely more than ten stories high. The city was backed by snow-covered mountains that brought back memories. Part of the same Caucasus chain that Tamara and I survived. 

I took a cab to the Marriott located downtown. The area was well cared for and prepared for tourists. Art, green space, and impressive architecture were all around. It was not an unimpressive city. My lessons with Ruben served me well. I had no trouble understanding that I was being overcharged for the ride. The cabby smiled at the dumb American, who paid the fee without question. The conversion math for the Dram was difficult, and I didn't have my head adjusted to the new monetary system. From what I could quickly figure, his overpayment was a hell of a lot less than a Chicago cabbies underpayment. 

I spent some time, after checking in, with the concierge. It took a few minutes for him to locate the Kurkjian buildings, a twenty-minute trip away. He marked a map for me and also pointed out some choice eateries. I wasn't hungry for food. He called me another cab and the doorman instructed the cabbie where to go and what to charge. I laid out tips that I hoped weren't too small or large. The large smiles told me they were still on the large side. 

The people we passed along the way could have been from any western city in the world. No distinctive clothing like you might find in the mid-east. Jeans, khakis, and a suit here and there. Women wore pants as well as dresses. It was the normal structures that were different. They were boring. Every now and again we would pass something unique, but all in all, the city had a lot of drab architecture. 

Green spaces were the exception. The people seemed to treasure the parks and the grasses between their boring buildings. That's where they put most of their effort, and it was wonderful. I always loved the Chicago parks, but they were far apart compared to the integrated system they had in Yerevan. 

We arrived at, what the driver indicated, was the Kurkjian buildings. A set of four zig-zagged five-story buildings that reminded me of an accordion. The cabby pointed to the one in front of where he pulled over and said something too quickly. When he repeated it slowly to my confused face, I understood that it was building three. I thanked him and paid him the agreed upon fare plus a much smaller tip than I gave the concierge. I received a polite thank you, but no smile. The proper tip was somewhere between the two. 

I stepped out of the cab and realized I had just walked out into a huge risk. I turned to ask the cabbie to wait, but he was already driving off. I shrugged to myself; it couldn't be as bad as falling off a cliff. I moved toward what looked like the main entrance. The building was a cinderblock structure, gray with little in the way of adornments. Definitely a boring Soviet-era structure. 

The people I passed were not friendly, or unfriendly. They seemed to ignore my presence as I ambled, obviously new, toward the entrance. I was kind of hoping someone would ask me if I needed help so they would be committed to trying to understand my poor Armenian. Sadly, I made it to the doors unaccosted. 

Though the buildings housed a lot of people, there was no formal information desk. A wall of flushed mailboxes were along the entrance wall, most without names, just numbers. The hall ahead was lined with doors leading to the individual apartments. I should have hired an interrupter. I had some glorious dream of Tamara seeing me from afar and avoiding language altogether. Now that I was there, the dream faded and reality set in. I waited by the mailboxes, thinking someone would be along. It was better than knocking on random doors. 

A young girl with bushy black hair walked toward me. I was terrible with ages, but I guessed ten. She moved deftly to the other side of the hall to avoid me with the most distance she could put between us. Of course, I was a stranger. She opened a mailbox using a key and retrieved a few letters. 

"Hello," I asked in my piss poor Armenian, "I am looking for someone." I tried to remember all my lessons, but the look on her face said something other than I intended came out. She hurried past me. "Please," I added. She ran faster. I shrugged my shoulders and waited for an adult. 

It was only a moment later when a rather burly man came down the hall from where the girl had disappeared. He had a few days growth on his face and was wearing sweats and t-shirt. "Hello," I started. 

"American?" the man spat in a deep accent. I nodded as he slowed. A series of words left his mouth at a speed I couldn't understand. I assumed his one word of English was 'American.' By his tone, I don't think he liked Americans. 

"Please, slowly," I sputtered. I understood something about children and scaring or frightening. He then asked if I liked children. I nodded. Humorously, Ruben had taught me a few swear words. This man wasn't laughing when he screamed some I understood and others I didn't. I was missing something. I raised my hands, fingers wide, trying desperately to remember the words for 'I don't understand.' Another door opened, and a man emerged, obviously known to the first. They had a brief conversation where the word 'American' was used in less than favorable terms. 

"I am looking for a person," I said, happy I could assemble the words. I should never have trusted my language skills. The new man looked at me. 

"Tamara Petrosian," I added. 

"You look for Petrosian?" the man asked in broken English. I nodded. He smiled, "he think you after...daughter," he added, pointing at the burly father. 

"No," I said, looking at the first man. I vehemently shook my head to emphasize the point as the new man translated. The first man grunted and dismissed me with a wave of his hand. He was rambling about Americans as he went back down the hall. I sighed. Nuances were everything. 

"Petrosian... floor three," the man said and pointed way down the hall, "three-nine-eight." I smiled and held out my hand in a way of thanks. He ignored it and went back his apartment. Americans weren't popular in this building. I walked down the hall until I saw stairs going up. 

I took a deep breath and knocked on 398. I heard movement behind the door and waited for a moment before the door open. An old woman, heavy set with her black hair loose and wavy, answered without a smile. 




The Mountain



"Hello. Petrosian?" I asked as pleasantly as I could. Her expression shifted at my words. There was interest in her eyes and something else. Her face tightened.

"American?" 

"Yes," I said, and then repeated it in Armenian. She spoke quickly, too fast for me to understand. I interrupted with the Armenian word for slower. She repeated herself again as if she were talking to a dull child. I caught about half the words. Something about a plane and mountains. I smiled. 

"I look for Tamara Petrosian," I said, excited that I was at the right place. I saw anger in her face. I was missing something again. I quickly raised my hands, trying to wipe away the last part and start again. "I am Jonathan," I said, "I look for Tamara Petrosian."

The words that flowed from the woman's mouth came too fast. I heard more people moving in the apartment and prayed that one knew English. Two men, both larger than I, moved behind the woman as she opened the door further. I could see that their presence strengthened her. 

"I look for Tamara Petrosian," I repeated to the two men. The one on the left rattled off some words to the woman who nodded. The door in the next apartment opened, and another man older than the first two entered the hallway, nodding at the woman. She rattled off some more words that included a butchered form of my name and plane and mountains. 

"Yes," I replied, "I'm Jonathan." 

A series of cursing followed. Intermixed with Tamara and something about being wrecked or ruined. Followed by a question that had something to do with Tamara and my happiness. I was scared to reply. I was scared not to reply. I had no idea if I understood correctly. Hesitantly, I nodded. Wrong answer. 

The man from the hall hit me square in the face. I blocked the next fist and kept shouting "No" as the other two man came into the hall around the old woman. They were yelling, which drew more people out of their apartments. I remembered the ring and fumbled in my front pocket as a fist found my stomach. The ring box tumbled away as I doubled over and drove myself forward, into my attacker, trying to turn it into a wrestling match. The three men weren't having it. 

My arms were restrained, and I was lifted up. I kicked out, trying to move one of the men away from me. I was slammed against the wall, and another fist found my nose causing momentary blackness and a flood of warmth over my lips. I closed my eyes waiting for the inevitable next strike I could no longer avoid. 

The woman yelled something. I could only pull out the word 'stop' in her words. The expected fist didn't come. I opened my eyes. I breathed through my mouth since my nose was no longer functioning properly. The woman held up the open ring box and asked a question. I understood the name Tamara, but the rest went to fast, and my brain wasn't exactly running at full speed. There was no way I was going to nod again. 

"I don't understand." The words slurred out of my mouth in a horrible rendition of Armenian. The women repeated the question slower. Something about Tamara, the ring, and payment or gift. I slumped against the wall. "I'm not answering," I said in English, "I don't understand, and I don't want to fight anymore. I just want to see Tamara Petrosian." 

"She want to know if ring is payment for...pleasure with Tamara," a woman with straight blonde hair, obviously dyed, said in English. I smiled stupidly at her, never so pleased to find someone who spoke English. 

"Payment?" I asked. Blood was entering my mouth as I spoke, but my secured arms disallowed wiping it away, "why would they think that?" I shook my head no. More Armenian words were exchanged quickly. 

"You American who crash plane with Tamara?" the woman asked. 

"Yes, Jonathan Bennett," I said hoarsely. I had to cough to clear my throat, "why do these people want to beat me up?"

"You ruin her life. They say you think her... I don't know word...woman who sell sex," the woman responded with her hands on her hips. I think she thought the same of me. My breath caught in my chest. Tamara must think of me as garbage. My eyes teared up as I looked back at the woman. 

"I love her," I said, the words choking, "that ring...I meant to ask her to be my wife." Words began to be exchanged. "Where is she?" I tried to interject. I switched Armenian, "Where is Tamara?" I couldn't bear her hating me. 

"They say you lie," the woman said, "you not see her for year. Now you want...buy sex. Hurt her more."

"I was in a hospital," I said quickly, "my legs were shattered. I was in a coma for two months. I had no idea..."

"Slow, slow," the woman demanded. She grasped English better than I grasped Armenian, but she had her limits. 

"I was in a hospital," I repeated slowly, "I was in a coma for two months."

"Coma, what is this word," she asked. 

"Knocked out, unconscious, asleep," I said until she nodded so I could continue "my leg bones were shattered. I couldn't walk." I signaled for her to translate. More words were exchanged, and I only understood a tenth of them. I was beginning to think Ruben was a lousy teacher. 

"You family try pay her. Send her away." the blonde woman stated. The expression of the older woman was just this side of evil. I had no answer for this, but the truth. 

"My father and mother were foolish," I said, "they didn't like me with Tamara." More words were exchanged. I noticed the grip had lessened on my arms. I stood up straighter but didn't make an attempt for freedom. 

"Why not family like her?" the blonde woman asked. I could see this was going to drag out. We had a fairly large audience in the hallway. 

"She doesn't speak English," I answered, then added more truth, "because she is not American." I was going to get it all out in the open while I had an interrupter. I watched the black haired woman's face soften as more words were exchanged. She was nodding to the blonde woman as she rattled off her response.

"She not like you. You not Armenian." The blonde woman was holding back a smile. I felt as if I had crossed some line. The we-no-longer-want-to-kill-you line. 

"Is she Tamara's mother?" I asked. The blonde woman nodded. I thought for a second then took a risk. The truth was working so far. 

"Tell her, if Tamara asks me to leave, I will leave Armenia," I said slowly, "until then, I don't care whether she likes me or not." The blonde woman smiled at me. She turned and exchanged more words. She was still smiling when she turned back to me. 

"She not hate you now," the blonde woman chuckled. My arms were released, and the two men attempted to brush me off and straighten my shirt. I was sure my face was a mess. Tamara's mom held out her hand and smiled when I took it. She pulled me into the apartment while she called out some instructions that involved the name, Tamara. I suspected the men to be Tamara's brothers. One responded to his mother and took off down the hall. The other two entered with me. Thankfully, the blonde woman entered as well. 

Unlike the drab hall, the apartment was plush. Red seemed to be the main color, with large paintings covering the cement block walls. An accordion divider, as tall as a man, was used to block off a portion of the Soviet boredom on one wall. The divider had an intricate medieval scene with a red flowered border. I was led to a red couch that was sitting on a very fine throw rug. I started to sit down and then reconsidered when Tamara's mother scolded me. I didn't understand the words, but the tone was clear. She pointed at the floor where I stood and walked off. I stood still as ordered.

"My name Viktoria," the blonde woman introduced herself.

"I'm Jonathan," I returned, "I owe you my thanks." I felt a little foolish standing in the center of the room, under orders, with the others moving about examining me. 

"No problem," Viktoria said, "you good entertainment." She laughed, which forced a smile to my lips. She looked a lot friendlier without the scowl on her face. 

"I'm glad you decided to stay. I'd like to avoid more misunderstanding." 

"I would not miss,' Viktoria responded with a sly smile. I saw something there in her face. I was the butt of a joke, or I was missing something. Maybe both.

"Yana," Tamara's mother said, pointing at herself. She had returned with some towels and pot full of water. 

"Yana," I repeated. She smiled as she lay a towel on the couch and indicated I should sit. I did. She didn't seem like someone you said no to. Especially since two of her enforcers had taken chairs, sporting the same interest on their faces as Viktoria. She knelt in front of me and placed the pot on the floor. She pointed to one of the men, "Garik," then at the other, "Davit." I nodded to both who smiled back. 

"Tamara's brothers?" I asked Viktoria. She chuckled while nodding. A few words were exchanged between the brothers of which I understood little, but the tone indicated humor.

"They say sorry," Viktoria snickered, "they thought you insult sister." I knew the interpretation was missing something. I had heard the word American and something less than favorable. 

"You are a diplomat," I told Viktoria. She looked confused. The word was too much for her, so I let it go by waving my hand and smiling as if it didn't matter. 

Yana dipped a washcloth in the water and brought it to my face. She spoke in a tone one would use with a child as she began to wash under my nose. I almost reached up and took the cloth from her, but Viktoria shook her head no. The cloth came away bright red, with more blood than I had expected. Yana turned to Garik and spouted a command that had him bounding off. 

After rewetting the cloth, Yana returned to my face with more tender words. Her free hand would tilt my face this way and that with no thought as to my fighting it. It took a few more dips of the cloth to clean my face to her satisfaction. 

Garik returned with what looked like toilet paper. Yana grabbed it without a word, tore off a section, rolled it, and promptly stuffed it up my left nostril. Obviously, she thought it should be lodged all the way in my brain. I gasped at the final push and Davit laughed. He rattled off a statement that had Garik joining him. I looked at Viktoria, who smiled.

"They have memories," Viktoria answered the unanswered question. I guess Yana was used to bloody noses. A few moments later, I had two wads of toilet paper stuffed up my nose and Yana was satisfied I wouldn't bleed in her house. 

"Thank you," I said in my best Armenian. She smiled and then gave her boys a stern look. I guess they were sparse with their thank-yous.

"Where is Tamara?" I asked Viktoria. Viktoria had a conversation with Yana that seemed to make Garik and Davit smile. I understood that she was coming, but missed all the nuances and the part that was making Tamara's brothers smile. 

"Armen will bring," Viktoria said. I assumed Armen was the older brother who lived next door. I wondered why Tamara wasn't here. 

"She doesn't live here?" 

"Down floor," Viktoria replied, pointing at the floor. I guessed that meant downstairs. 

"She has her own apartment?"

"No," Viktoria said and didn't elaborate. Thoughts entered my head. I should have known that Tamara had gone on with life. I was bedridden, so it didn't occur to me to move on. The sly smile on Viktoria's face had me prepared for a surprise. One, I suspected, I might not like. 

Tamara's brothers started conversing as their mother left the room with the dirty towels and water. Viktoria found humor in what they were discussing. I knew it had something to do with me. I looked between Viktoria and them with concern.

"What are you talking about?" I asked when the pressure got to me. 

"Not important," Viktoria replied. She said something to the brothers, and they all started to laugh. Yana returned with a scowl that halted the laughter quickly. She spoke, and all discussion stopped. She sat down next to me on the couch and patted my knee. 

"Tamara worry," Yana said slowly, in simple Armenian words. Probably the same words found in an Armenian first-grade reader. The look in her eyes was loving, almost parental. I assumed she meant that Tamara was worried about me. "She can't find," more simple words. 

"I had trouble finding her as well," I said in English, then looked at back at Viktoria. She interrupted my words, which brought a smile to Yana. We waited, and I listened to brief conversations where I understood one word in ten. The talking ended when the door opened. 

Armen walked in, and a worried eyed Tamara followed. I stood when I saw her. She carried a bundle and didn't approach as I neared. She carried a child. Viktoria was looking between us, her eyes wide with anticipation. 

A series of thoughts ran through my mind. Tamara was a nanny; possibly she found another job downstairs. No, the way she held the child spoke of love, not duty. She had it close under her breasts as if it belonged there. Of course, she found someone else. The watery eyes fit. She was too pretty to be alone. She had too much love. 

The expression on her face denied another love. I had seen that expression before. Once, in the hovel, she held out a pot with embarrassment. The look was near the same but held more concern. Her eyes searched mine, and I saw something there. Our time together had allowed me to read slight changes in her expression. The way her shoulders curled toward me and the way she resettled the child in her arms. Entire sentences were there, and my throat thickened. It was my child, our child, she held. 

I moved forward, more hesitant than I should have. I wasn't prepared to be a father. Tamara saw my nervousness and her eyes swelled. Her hand pulled the cloth away from the baby's face, letting me see it unobstructed. 

The child was sleeping, it's skin perfectly pale. It's mouth was moving rapidly like it was feeding from a breast. There was a calmness about it. Something so perfect. I felt my eyes fill. It didn't matter if I was ready or not. The desire to wrap the child in my arms and protect it from the world was overpowering. I looked up at Tamara.

"I never thought anyone could be as beautiful as you," I said in English. Viktoria unnecessarily translated. I could see that Tamara understood when her smile grew. I added my arm to help cradle the child and found Tamara's lips. They were as soft as I remembered. A year did not diminish the love I felt in them. I ignored the conversation that erupted behind me as I lost myself in Tamara and our child. 

"I love you," I whispered in Armenian. Ruben at least taught me that well. I felt passion when our lips merged again. A felt the desire grow as it had in the hovel so many months ago. Tamara pushed me away gently, a smile holding a promise for later. 

"Mother here," Tamara whispered slowly. I smiled back, knowing that she felt the passion as well. I held out my arms and without hesitation, she placed our sleeping child in them. "Milena," she told me my daughters name. 

Milena fit her perfectly. She was so light and so comfortably asleep in my arms. "Milena is beautiful," I said carefully in Armenian. I guess I got it correct when Tamara blushed with pride. I turned back to the couch with my bundled treasure. Yana was beaming like her daughter. I now understood why she thought I had ruined Tamara. They had thought I left Tamara with a child to raise on her own. In some ways, I deserved a bloody nose. 

"You like surprise?" Viktoria asked me as I sat down with Tamara. I could see the thrill in her eyes. She had been waiting for this all along. 

"She's perfect," I replied. I looked at Tamara. "They're both perfect." Viktoria chuckled while she translated. Yana responded, and Tamara shook her head. I looked between them both and then at Viktoria.

"Your family not like you now?" Viktoria asked. I smiled at the thought. They were convinced I had to choose between Tamara or my family. I guess my parents didn't make a very good first impression with Tamara. 

"I think Milena changes everything," I said. I placed Milena in Tamara's arms making sure Milena's beautiful face was exposed. I pulled out my phone and snapped a picture. I had no idea what ungodly time in the morning it was back in Chicago, but I sent a text nonetheless. A picture of my daughter in her mother's arms. The words simply said, 'your granddaughter.'

I sat back on the couch and greedily took back the sleeping baby. I wanted so much for her to wake up, but I didn't want to disturb her sleep. All my thoughts were jumbled. Milena changed everything. Tamara curled into me, and I made room. She liked me caring for Milena. Like I had any choice. God knows how much more of myself I would lose when Milena opened her eyes, which I prayed was soon. 

"I am so sorry I wasn't here for you," I said to Tamara. She understood, but Viktoria translated anyway. "She is so wonderful. I can't believe we made her," I added. Tamara smiled and tucked herself closer. Viktoria started to translate and Yana interrupted with some quick commands that sent everyone but Tamara and I scampering away. Yana smiled at me and left to what looked like the kitchen. The woman was smart. 

I wrapped my arm around Tamara, and we shared Milena between us. Our child slept as we found each other again. All my reservations were consumed by her lips. It didn't matter that my Armenian sucked. It didn't matter that I didn't have clue-one on how to raise a child. Tamara and I would fuck up parenting together. 

My phone rang. I pulled it out and smiled at the caller ID. My mother always kept her phone close when I was out of the country. It didn't matter how old I got; she worried all the same. "Mother," I said to Tamara in Armenian. She nodded as I put my mother on speaker. Even if Tamara couldn't understand, I didn't want to go private right now. 

"Sorry to wake you, mom," I said, "you're on speaker with Tamara and me." 

"Oh," my mom stuttered, not expecting a public conversation. I heard some shuffling, probably putting on her robe as if we could see her. "I...she's beautiful, Jonathan...so beautiful."

"She is incredible, I'm holding her, and I still can't believe it," I replied. I gave Tamara a quick kiss to ease her mind. I could tell she was apprehensive. 

"Jonathan...I did things I regret," I could hear tears in my mother's words, "I didn't...I thought...I wasn't thinking. I am so sorry, Tamara." I translated as best I could. I am sure it came out something like, "Mother sorry." Tamara nodded and wiped at her eyes. I think she could hear the grief in my mother's voice. 

"Oh, Jonathan, I'm so sorry," my mother continued. I thought it was done with. "Tamara tried to find you, and I told the embassy things when you were unconscious. I don't want her to hate me." I looked over to Tamara and saw her stiff face. She was tolerating my mother, not forgiving her. 

"Did you know where Tamara was?" I asked. I was trying not to be angry, but this could be an issue. God only knows what Tamara thought of me during that time. 

"I'm am really sorry," my mother admitted without saying so. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. My anger flared, but the child in my lap refused to let me show it. Right at that moment, I hated my mother. I reached forward and disconnected. The strain building in my shoulders faded with the end of the call. If my mother knew, then most likely Kimberly knew as well. I moved Milena fully to Tamara's lap. I dropped to my knees in front of her. 

"I'm so sorry, Tamara," I said in English. There was no way I could say it clearly in Armenian, "my mother didn't understand. She was a fool." I paused for a moment, looking into her dark eyes. Her family's initial reaction to me made complete sense. I would have beaten myself up. "I love you," I said in Armenian. Her forgiving smile was so lovely. She reached forward and pulled me up to her. She may not fully understand what transpired, but she understood my current desire. Her lips forgave me in so many wonderful ways. I was hoping I would learn to forgive myself and maybe even my mother. 




The Mountain



A coo in Tamara's lap broke our kiss. I looked down at baby blue eyes that were full of curiosity. They moved all over my face in wonder as I searched hers. A smile I couldn't control forced my lips to curl. Milena copied mine, hers was a toothless smile and held unbridled excitement. Tamara giggled as my heart melted. I was no longer Jonathan; I was Melina's father. She and Tamara were now the most important people in the world. 

I spent the next few minutes making Milena laugh. I never thought I would be one of those idiots spouting foolish gibberish to babies. Melina's smile was just too precious, and her unpracticed toothless laugh made my heart sing. Tamara was biting her lower lip to control her smile as I played with our daughter. I loved life at that moment. 

Tamara eventually made me lie down on the couch. I had Milena sitting on my stomach as Tamara slowly pulled the tissue I had forgotten about, out of my nose. She was muttering something about brothers as she struggled to undo what her mother had done. I had fun flexing my stomach, making Milena bounce that in turn, caused her to smile. 

Dinner was a casual affair. I had refused to answer my mother's two attempted calls. I was still angry at her and needed to stew a bit before I could forgive her. Yana served a very tasty sausage dish, laced with garlic, called Yershig. She served it with bottled water that seemed out of place. Viktoria was invited to help translate. 

I spent most of the dinner trying to find out facts about Milena. Her birthday, how the birth went, and everything else I could gather with words. Milena slept fairly well and could almost make it through the night now. 

I found myself slightly jealous when Tamara decided to feed Milena. Tamara was struggling to keep a straight face with Milena attached to her breast, as I failed miserably to hide my idiotic concern. It was such a beautiful thing ruined by my stupid brain. 

I explained, as best I could, about my hospitalization. There were small bouts of words between Tamara and her mother as I explained. From what I could understand, Tamara was going through a litany of I-told-you-sos and Yana was admitting she had misjudged me. My parents had stirred up a hornet's nest. I explained how Ruben had given me the clue that led me to them. They all agreed that Ruben was a better friend than Armenian language teacher. 

I excused myself to use the restroom. One of the few things I could ask about in Armenian without error. Tamara showed me the way, leaving Milena in the arms of her mother. 

The apartment only had one bathroom. The place was utilitarian and contained little in the way of conveniences. The perfect Soviet hovel. There was a toilet, tub, and sink. The tub was full of water with a handled pot sitting on it's ledge. I looked at Tamara, who mimed lifting water from the tub with the pot and filling the toilet tank. She turned on the faucets, and they gurgled a bit, but no water came out, showing me the lack of plumbing. She mimed washing her hands and using the pot to rinse them off. Her motions were quite clear. Her words of explanation were lost on me. I wondered how they got water into the tub if the plumbing didn't work. 

Tamara moved over to the corner and crossed her arms across her body and smiled. It took me a moment to realize that she intended to stay as I relieved myself. In my best Armenian, I told her to get the heck out as kindly as possible. She shook her head and laughed. I could see the moment on the mountain in her eyes when she was forced to pee in the hovel with me present. This was some kind of loving revenge. If I remembered, I had peed also in that hovel. Of course, she went first. I shrugged my shoulders and unzipped my pants. I could hear her snickering as I emptied my bladder into the toilet, keeping my back to her as best I could. I couldn't help it, as strange as it was, it made me smile. When I was done, and parts put away, Tamara was biting her bottom lip thinking herself funny. It made me laugh, which set her off as well. We needed it. 

I flushed and refilled the toilet tank. I then washed my hands as Tamara dumped water over them. As I was drying them on a towel, Tamara scooted up behind me, her body molding to mine as she whispered something in my ear. I heard the word love mixed with others, her hands roaming over my chest emphasized the words. I turned in her arms, and we kissed passionately. 

"I change," Tamara said, in simple Armenian I could understand, "Milena change me." She took my hand and placed it on her stomach and moved it along her hips. I could hear a little anxiety in her words. Silly fears about the changes in her body and my reaction to them. I smiled into her lips and let my hand travel to her butt. I pulled her in close and let my tongue wake up the feelings I had been waiting a year to feel. 

"Beautiful," I whispered, unable to express much more in Armenian. Her smile was all the confirmation I needed. The mother of my child desired me. A part of my body was suddenly concerned about the sleeping arrangements for the night. In some ways, surviving on a mountain top is easier than normal life. In other ways, Milena existed. I greedily wanted both.

Dessert was something called Paklava. A pastry with a gut of cheese that I found very tasty. It went well with the potent coffee Yana served.

I asked Viktoria about the water and received a lesson in Armenian history. An earthquake destroyed most of the infrastructure in the late 1980s. Although electricity had been fully restored long ago, the water systems had yet to be fully rebuilt. The Kurkjian buildings had water from seven at night until three in the morning. There wasn't enough pressure to feed the whole city at the same time. Everyone bathed at seven, and then they filled the tub and some jugs for the next day. To them, it was just part of life, a minor inconvenience. 

I was holding Milena, watching her sleep in my arms when a discussion erupted between Tamara and her mother. Viktoria looked away as if it wasn't happening. Tamara's brothers were trying not to laugh. I heard my name in the mix, and I could see Yana trying to make a point and Tamara putting her foot down. When it was over, Tamara looked at me.

"I go you tonight," Tamara said slowly, in Armenian. Yana looked less than pleased. I was more than pleased. Tamara had a stubborn look on her face. I knew it was for her mother, but it also dared me to say no. I smiled, the same smile I used on the mountain when we were thinking the same thing. I loved the smile I got in return. I looked down at Milena. "Both my loves are with me tonight, my beautiful one," I whispered. 

Viktoria called us a cab. Tamara went downstairs to pack up a few things. She was staying with a grandmother I had yet to meet. From what I could discern, her pregnancy caused friction, and the family thought it best that she and her mother had some distance. Yana shooed the brothers away but kept Viktoria to translate.

"You leave?" Yana asked through Viktoria.

"Leave?" I pondered, "Leave for where?"

"Leave Tamara and baby. Go home," Yana clarified.

"I just found them," I said, my anger rising, "no one is taking them away now." Viktoria waved her hands, trying to erase her statement. She thought for a moment then started again.

"You stay with Tamara long time," Victoria restated. Yana was looking confused. They were asking if I had intentions of leaving Tamara. Yana didn't like Tamara staying with me. She was trying to figure out if I was in it for the long haul.

"Forever," I said. Viktoria didn't understand the word. "Long time," I restated, "til I die." Her eyes widened, and she translated, hopefully correctly, to Yana. Yana looked at me when Viktoria finished. 

"Tamara my baby," Yana said. It needed no translation. 

"Milena my baby," I said, raising my daughter from my lap, "Tamara my love." Yana eyes looked me over as she assessed the truth of my words. Finally, she nodded and reached into the pocket of her dress and withdrew my ring box. She pushed across the table to me.

"You marry?" Yana asked.

"If Tamara say yes," I answered in Armenian before Viktoria could translate. Yana smiled and rattled off words that left my realm of understanding. 

"She say," Viktoria said with a smile, "If Tamara say no, you see her. She change Tamara mind." I laughed as I took the ring box. I had a future mother in my corner. Right then, I liked her more than my mother. 

"She think maybe you not stay with Tamara," Viktoria said unprompted. They were Viktoria's words and not Yana's. She was becoming a friend. I still had some trust to earn. I gave her a smile. 

"I'll never leave Tamara again," I said. Viktoria smiled back. I think she was Tamara's friend as well. 

Tamara returned with Garik. Between the two of them, there were two suitcases and two gym bags. My eyes widened. Tamara smiled at my surprise. 

"Me," Tamara said, indicating her one small suitcase, "Melina," she continued, pointing at the rest. I looked down at my sleeping daughter and laughed. She fit in the notch of my arm yet had more stuff than Tamara and I combined. At least Yana was laughing as well. I guess she had a little more trust in her daughter.

The trip back to the hotel went without incident, and I think I finally got the tip right. A calm smile and the tip of an imaginary hat from the cabby confirmed it. I had a crib brought up to the room, declined the fourth call from my mother, and brought Tamara to the first real room we would share together.

Tamara worked quickly, setting the crib to rights and organizing Melina's stuff while I entertained Milena on the bed. I found out that she was rather ticklish. I would run my finger lightly along the instep of her tiny feet, and she would laugh and kick at me. It was most entertaining. 

Tamara sat down behind me, leaning her head over my shoulder and watched as I teased our daughter. I could feel her smile on my cheek as Milena and I played. Arms came around me, hugging me close. Shivers ran down my spine when I felt lips kissing lightly, just below my ears. It was arousing, but I could feel her desire only to convey love, not excite. Not, at least, while Milena was awake. 

The mood was broken when Melina's face became distorted, and a series of wet sounds emitted from her bottom. Milena seemed relieved. Tamara laughed and stood back. I looked up at Tamara with apprehension and a small amount of hope. I saw only humor in her face as she collected a diaper from one of the gym bags. She was desperately trying not to look happy. I think I was about to experience a little revenge for missing the birth of my child. 

"Jonathan," Tamara called in her lovely accent. I turned and caught the diaper that she tossed my way. The smile on her face was brutal. She expected me to change my first diaper right that moment. I smiled back as if it was going to be an easy task. Inside, I was cringing. 

Undoing the old diaper was easy, opening it brought back my survival instincts. Tamara found my face hilarious. Milena began kicking her feet with excitement, making an awful runny mess worse. I was handed moist wipes and began trying to clean up the discharge while trying not to look at it. For such a tiny butt, my daughter produced a large mess. It took a lot longer than I expected to clean it all up. I rolled the dirty wipes into the foul diaper and closed it up. Tamara had a plastic bag ready for it. I powdered Melina's butt as instructed and affixed the new diaper under Tamara's watchful eye. Milena thought the whole process was exciting. 

When I looked up to Tamara, emotionally exhausted, she tackled me right there on the bed. The kissing was fierce. I suspected I passed a test. Milena started cooing next to us which ended our quick bout of passion. I didn't think Tamara could be any happier. Somehow, she found my changing the diaper thrilling. I was secretly hoping my daughter would fill another as I wrapped Tamara in one arm and tickled Melina's foot with the other. 

It took a long time to get Milena to sleep. She was in a playful mood, probably due to the new surroundings and an overly attentive father. Once her eyes were closed, her practiced mother was able to deposit her in the crib without her waking. 

"Shhh," Tamara warned me with her finger to her lips. The smile in her eyes told me I would have trouble following the command. She shut off the main light and began unbuttoning her blouse. I stopped her with a kiss, moving her arms to her sides. I wanted so much to undress her myself. 

"I have been waiting a year," I whispered in English. She needed no translation since the tone was more important than the words. "I want this to last," I added as I began to complete the unbuttoning of her blouse. She smiled and allowed me to my pleasure. I pushed the blouse over her shoulder and let it fall to the floor. My lips began tasting her newly exposed skin. It was softer than I remembered. I delighted in the shiver I sent through her body as my fingers explored. 

"Shhh," I warned as a moan escaped her lips. My smile matched hers as she saw the humor in my warning. I undid that clasp on her bra and released her heavy breasts. She whispered something as I explored them, I am sure explaining their increased size and weight. I cared not for the biology, only the beauty. That they feed my daughter made them more wonderful though I took care not to use too much pressure. Light kisses and tender caresses brought more lovely sounds to my ears. 

"Shhh," Tamara giggled to me. It was her making the sounds. I suppressed my laugh at the irony. I undid her pants and slowly lowered them. Above her panty line, I could see light lines of her pregnancy, the marks of motherhood in the dim light. Tamara's hand covered one as she whispered her concern. I dropped to my knees and moved her hand. My lips caressing the marks, loving what she had gone through without me, trying to erase my guilt for not being there. Her hand found my hair as I kissed every line, following them across her belly. I looked up as I lowered her panties.

"I love you," Tamara whispered, her eyes glossy with tears. Guilt flooded through me. I hadn't been there when she needed me. I wanted her to know that I would be there from now on. Nothing would drag me away again. She stepped out of her panties, and I kissed the top of her soft mound. I rose, and our lips joined as she began undressing me. 

Tamara showed no further shyness when my clothes found the floor. Her hand wrapped around my obvious arousal as she whispered tempting words in my ear. I understood one in ten, but the idea was very clear. My hand found a home between her thighs. Her words lost structure as I explored. I could feel her lips curving on my neck as I softly played with her. She was as excited as I.

We fell upon the bed and Tamara pulled me between her legs. There was so much room compared to the hovel, no cold, yet the feeling was the same. There was no more impending doom forcing us into each other's arms. We simply didn't want to be anywhere else. Eye to eye, I entered her. She wrapped her legs around me and held me deep as we shared the same air. I tried to move, but she countered it by lifting her hips, and a smile emerged on her face. She whispered something about putting things together, joining. I relaxed, letting my smile merge with hers. She wanted to hold me in her, just feel me. I couldn't think of a better place to be. 

"A little bit of heaven," I whispered. Tamara nodded though she didn't understand a word of my English. I played with the hair, forcing it behind her ear with caressing strokes. We lay, studying each other, sharing looks and smiles, speaking volumes without a saying a word. In time, our bodies revolted, no longer able to withstand such stillness. We moved with the grace of knowing lovers, accenting each other's movements and enhancing the pleasure we found in each other. 

Tamara lost herself first, something I was worried my growing excitement wouldn't allow. Her pelvis rose, grinding into mine, The movement, and her moans set my body on fire. I joined her on a luxurious flight into the clouds. Both of our bodies stiffened, my face buried in the pillow in an attempt to not wake Melina. 

We held each other as control returned to our muscles. Tamara, giggling, was kissing my shoulder. "We are damn good at that," I said in English when my breath returned. Tamara agreed, knowing my meaning if not my words. I laughed at her happy eyes, and she broke into laughter as well. It was a wonder that Milena never woke. 

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I awoke as Tamara was untangling herself from me. Milena was crying. Not an end-of-the-world cry. A small cry announcing she was awake. I sat up to ease Tamara's movements. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I heard Tamara soothing Milena as she picked her up. Tamara sat down on the end of the bed and began feeding our daughter. I scooted behind Tamara, kissing her shoulder and watched Milena suckle with her eyes closed. I wasn't even sure she fully woke up. 

Tamara leaned into me with a sigh. I became her back support, lightly caressing her sides as her head fell back on my shoulder. We shared a brief kiss as Tamara shifted to make herself more comfortable in my arms. Both mother and child had their eyes closed. I smiled at the wonderful experience. It was a habit of love for the two, but it was new to me. 

My daughter was a pig. I lightly stroked her cheek as she suckled. I could feel her muscles working hard. I wondered if it was painful for Tamara. She didn't seem to be bothered as she lay contented against my back. I felt Tamara smile when I lightly caressed her breast trying to figure out how it all worked. I kissed Tamara softly, and she closed her eyes again. The whole situation was surreal and well worth the loss of sleep. 

Finally, when Milena was fully sated, her mouth lost contact with the nipple. I smiled at her contented face lost in dreamland. Tamara shivered awake when I moved. I calmed her and lifted Milena carefully in my arms. Tamara sleepily whispered something I didn't understand as I moved toward the crib, my daughter snuggled to my chest. 

Milena made a gurgling sound and belched in her sleep. I have no idea what mother's milk smelled like straight out of the breast. I now knew it had a very unpleasant odor when it came back up. I held Milena away from the mess she just made on my chest. Tamara was stifling a laugh as she whispered something close to "I told you so." I laid Milena carefully in her crib and turned to a smiling Tamara who was waving me toward the bathroom. The diaper and the spit-up were happy revenge for me missing so much. I had to smile when Tamara began cleaning me up. She seemed so pleased that I took it well. Daughters were messy. They made up for it by being so damned cute. 

I, again, fell asleep in Tamara's arms. 

We spent the next day being tourists. Tamara was showing me the sites of Yerevan, walking where we could and driving when we had to. Milena rode on my chest in a baby sling thing that allowed her to see everything without expending any energy. Every once in awhile, I had to hand her over to Tamara. Milena needed reassurance that mom was still there. 

We were at the foot of the Cascades, a beautiful art deco version of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, when I decided to risk everything. I knew what I wanted. I believed Tamara wanted it as well. There was fear all the same. I retrieved the little black ring box and placed it into Melina's hand. I pretended not to notice as she tasted it and let out a grunt when it didn't fit in her mouth. Tamara, a mother who knew her grunts, turned and quickly removed it from Melina's fingers. She was talking, mostly to herself as she examined the small box with confusion. Milena reached out to try and grab it back, but mom wasn't having it. 




The Mountain



Tamara opened the box, and a million expressions crossed her face in a second. She looked up at me with wonder in her eyes. I decided it was best to go formal and dropped to one knee. Milena thought it a game and gave me a garbled laugh. 

"Marry me?" I asked as well as I could in Armenian. I would have gladly died for the smile that appeared on Tamara's face. I knew her answer before she spoke. 

"Yes," Tamara said in heavily accented English. She dropped down to my level, Milena getting more excited, and kissed me like it was our last day on earth. It was the same kiss that I found in the blizzard minus the desperation. This kiss had a future. 

Milena started kicking and flailing her arms, thinking we were playing peek-a-boo. Tamara broke the kiss with a laugh, leaned down farther to kiss her daughter and reassure her she wasn't forgotten. We rose, and I placed the ring on her finger. It was a little loose and would need to be resized. Milena was impressed by the shiny bobble and insisted on playing with Tamara's finger. It kept Milena busy for a few more moments as we shared another kiss. 

I had done it. A wife and a daughter in one day. Tamara wrapped her arm into mine and leaned against my shoulder as we walked. Like me, she wanted to be as close as possible. 

We ate a quick dinner in the hotel restaurant. We would have lingered, but Milena was starting to get fussy. I guess all the sightseeing had worn her out and she was done with new stimulation. I could see that Tamara was worried I might change my mind now that I was seeing the crabby side of my baby girl. I just smiled and did my best to keep Milena entertained. The waiter did wonders making sure the food was delivered quickly. I over tipped for his attentions.

Once we were back in the room, Tamara was trying to sooth Melina, who seemed unhappy with everything. I could see that she was over tired and just needed to close her eyes. Tamara was more concerned with my reaction to Melina's fussiness and was trying desperately to get her to settle down. It was a chain reaction; upset daughter triggering upset mother which, in turn, further upset daughter. I remembered what my mother told me once, about when I was but a babe and the one thing that would quiet me down. 

I filled the tub with about two inches of warm water. I took Milena from her reluctant mother, stripped her down, and sat her in the tub. The crying sputtered out as the warm water caressed her legs. She stared at it as I held her upright. She leaned down forcibly and began to splash, not happy, but no longer crying. Curiosity overwhelming her discomfort. 

I felt a breath in my ear and magic words mixed with love. I turned and found my future wife's lips. They were filled with emotion, so much love as she cradled my head in her hands. Milena yelled out and splashed, causing water to find her face. She sputtered in surprise as Tamara quickly grabbed a towel and lovingly dried her face. Milena shook off the towel and went back to the water. Tamara sat down next to me. We spent the next half hour watching Milena tire herself out. When her head started drooping, and the eyelids refused to remain open, we dried her off, dressed her, and laid her in her bed. Daughters were crabby. They made up for it by being so damned cute.

Tamara attacked me on the bed. I surrendered willingly. 

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We awoke before Melina. I checked her breathing, as I had her mother so many months ago, and found it steady and without stress. I guess we wore her out. I crawled back into bed and just held Tamara. She snuggled into me, and I had a flashback to the hovel, trying to stay warm. This time, I didn't apologize when I tucked my hand under her breast. Milena only let us enjoy each other for about ten minutes. It was enough though I could have stayed that way for few more hours. 

Tamara called her mother as she fed Melina. There was a long discussion with a lot of smiling. I could pick out pieces as she told her mother about the proposal. I wondered if I didn't plan it enough, maybe making a more romantic gesture. I let the idea fade away. Too much had happened to stall for a better time. Milena needed a father, and I needed the both of them.

"Mother make lunch," Tamara told me once she hung up. I smiled, nodded, and added a kiss, so she knew it was fine. She added something about outside, and I think park. I guessed it was going to be a picnic. Milena would like that, so it was good for me. I sat down and watched my piggy daughter monopolize my fiancée. 

My mother hadn't tried to call me again in over twenty-four hours. I checked my phone to verify it and wondered if it was time to forgive her. It was her memories I accessed to quiet Milena the night before. I knew I couldn't be angry with her forever. She had a right to know about the engagement. I did some quick math and knew it was the middle of the night in Chicago. I decided I would call her that evening and straighten everything out. 

We spent the morning in the hotel pool. It was too early for the tourists, so we had the whole thing to ourselves. Milena thought it was the greatest thing in the world. She struggled to break loose from my arms and fully enjoy the water on her own. I found that dipping her down to her neck and bouncing her back up made her ecstatically happy. So we traveled around the shallow end, bouncing up and down, splashing, and chasing mommy around. I now understood how children could make people do stupid things. Only Tamara, myself and Milena understood our game. The only reward was Melina's smile, which was payment enough. 

We were well pruned by the time we left the pool. Milena put up a small fuss when we lifted her and her waterlogged diaper out of the pool. Tamara took her in her arms and cooed sweet things that seemed to satisfy her. I had a future olympic swimmer on my hands. 

This time, when I entered the Petrosian household, I was greeted warmly by my future brothers. The two youngest examined Tamara's ring and kissed her cheek and shook my hand. I feigned blocking a punch and we shared a small laugh. Armen wasn't present and I was surprised not to see Yana until I saw her emerge smiling from the kitchen, dressed in an apron that was covered in flour. I was shocked when I saw who followed her out. 

My mother, in an equally dusted apron, came out of the kitchen. Her hair not in its usually perfect place. Her smile defied the rest of her appearance. "Mom," I stuttered. She smiled at me then went straight to Tamara. 

"I am sorry," my mother said in Armenian as poor a mine. She repeated it, and Tamara nodded, looking at me in shock. My mother hugged Tamara and began to cry. Then Tamara cried and hugged her back. I could do nothing, my arms full of Melina. Tamara sputtered out her forgiveness that needed little translation and wiped her eyes. 

My mother turned to me with tears on her cheeks, "may I hold my granddaughter?" I walked over and placed Milena in her arms. Melina, doing her part, smiled at the attention. My mother was immediately in love. "I am so sorry little one. I'm a stupid woman thinking I know best," she said to Milena, but I knew it was meant for me. Milena thought she was playing and gave her a toothless laugh. Tamara smiled at me and nodded. I had been instructed to forgive. Tamara had forgiven me, so I had no choice but to comply.

"She likes you," I said quietly to my mom. 

"She does, doesn't she," my mother said smiling, "does her daddy like me?" 

"I love you, mom, you know that," I forgave, "I was just angry."

"You had every right, and I'll try not give you reason to be angry again," my mother said, her eyes never moving from Melina's. My daughter seemed enchanted with my mother. Maybe it was her earrings, large silver disks waving below her lobes. 

"She is so beautiful," my mother said to Tamara. I interpreted as best I could. Tamara smiled again and directed my mother to the couch. They sat down together, ignoring me while they played with Melina. Milena was doing her part to duplicate smiles and grabbing fingers.

"Mother happy now?" Yana asked me quietly. I nodded. "Son happy?"

"Yes," I answered in Armenian, "very happy." Yana gave my arm a squeeze and headed back into the kitchen. 

"You came here alone?" I asked my mother when I realized it. 

"Your father and Ruben are with...Armen," my mother said as she played with Melina's feet. I think she was counting toes. I knelt down in front of the three and took Tamara's ring hand in mine and showed my mother.

"We're engaged," I announced carefully. I wasn't sure what I expected since she took my coming to Armenia pretty hard. She raised her eyes from Milena and smiled at Tamara. 

"I am so happy for you two," she said. I translated it to "she happy." The smile didn't need translation. It was honest and held no reservations. My mother had finally surrendered to my reality. Milena made it easier for her. Tamara and my mother hugged again which, I have to say, made me feel good. 

Armen, my father, and Ruben entered a moment later. I went to greet my father, but my mother short-circuited the reunion.

"Frank, come see our granddaughter," my mother called, waving my father over. My dad smiled at me, happy to see his wife smiling again. Milena got more attention as my mother explained everything that unfolded. Tamara got more hugs, and I shook hands with Ruben. 

"Armen says he knocked you around a bit," Ruben chuckled. 

"Him and his two brothers," I said, "it's your fault we couldn't understand each other. You're a lousy teacher."

"Maybe I had a lousy student," Ruben hit back. I laughed knowing he could be right. I never did well in Spanish when I was in high school. "She really is a beautiful woman," Ruben added, indicating Tamara. 

"She is that," I agreed, "lucky for Melina, she got more of Tamara's genes than mine." 

"She has the Bennett nose," my mother announced, overhearing my conversation. Unconsciously, I reached up and felt my nose, still a bit sore from the fight. Milena had a little button nose, not a big honker like mine. 

"She's pretty like her mother, " my father diplomatically slowed my mother's desire to mentally claim ownership. 

"Yes, she certainly is," my mother agreed. Ruben translated. Tamara was a lot cuter blushing. My mother moved Milena to Tamara's lap and rose. "I promised to help with the cooking," she said, before giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. "They're both lovely," she whispered. 

"Help cook," I told Tamara, who was confused. Ruben repeated my words in the correct Armenian phrasing. I rolled my eyes since Tamara had already understood. Tamara patted the cushion next to her, and my father sat down. He took Milena in his lap and instantly became a babbling fool, keeping the smiling Milena enthralled.

I sat down and found out what had transpired to bring my parents to Armenia. As I suspected, my mother was the driving factor. Ruben was brought along since he was the only Armenian speaker they knew, and they wanted to limit any issues they might encounter. Smart to avoid the fist fights. 

As soon as my mother had seen the picture of Milena, she knew she had made some terrible mistakes. My father set the itinerary and hired Ruben. They had been with Yana for a few hours before we arrived. We weren't warned because my mother feared I might stay away. I had been angry, but not that angry. The fact that they flew out first chance showed their commitment to me and my new family. I was a lot happier with my parents at that moment. Tamara seemed just as happy that all was going well. 

They had already heard about the engagement from Yana. My father had been talking to the male head of the family, Armen, about the impending marriage. Essentially wishing to contribute financially to the wedding. They were moving faster than I was now. I sensed that I may have overstepped some Armenian custom, not conversing with Armen before asking Tamara to marry me, not that I would have accepted any disapproval either way. 

Ruben assured me that the birth of Milena and Tamara's love overrode any concerns they had about me. I had already greatly overstepped on the mountain. The rest was me making things right in their eyes. According to Ruben, I had done well. 

I walked into the kitchen and saw something amazing. Yana and my mother hard at work. Yana, obviously in charge, and my mother happily following charade like instructions. It was some bonding thing between the two. I leaned against the doorframe and watched them work. 

"What's for lunch?" I asked my mother. She looked up, her hands coated with some brown flour.

"I have no idea," she answered smiling, "it smells delicious, but I'm not sure what everything is called." she tilted her head toward Yana, "she sure is a good cook." Yana looked over at me. 

"Good Chef," I translated pointing at her, not knowing if there was a word for cook or if the context was necessary. Yana smiled and rattled off something about good help.

"I think you're a good helper," I translated again. 

"It's kind of fun," my mother added, "I'm dying to taste the results." She paused for a moment, "you really don't need language, you and Tamara?" 

"Nope," I said smiling, "we figure out the important stuff and ignore the little things. It's more honest that way. I suspect we'll have our first fight once we learn to talk." My mother laughed, and Yana just shrugged her shoulders. 

"I'm sorry I tried to keep you two apart," my mother apologized, "I should have just trusted your heart." 

"I know mom," I said quietly, "I'm sorry for hanging up on you." 

"I deserved it," she said, nodding her head, "though not answering my other calls was just rude." She was smiling so I laughed. It was the right reaction. She meant it was rude, but she understood. I wouldn't dare ignore the next call. I left them there before they drafted me to help. 

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

The weather was perfect. Summer was breathing its last gasp adding a subtle warmth to the impending fall weather. The trees were just beginning to change to their autumn dress, but they still held tight to their leaves. The men acted as mules carrying down the bags and baskets of food and implements to the park. My mother walked with Tamara, insisting on carrying Milena. Tamara smiled at me every time she caught my eye. There was a new happiness there, something had shifted now that my parents were on board. 

We pulled two picnic tables together and covered them with a white sheet that Yana had brought. Davit tacked the cover to the table in a practiced maneuver that indicated the family picnicked often. We were joined shortly by an older couple, Raphael and Elina. Raphael was Tamara's uncle. They brought Tamara's Grandmother with them. She was introduced as 'Meemaw' and obviously held in high regard. For a woman who could barely walk, her mind seemed very alert as she watched me like a hawk. Her gray hair was pulled tight to her head and secured in a single ponytail. It gave her an old strict schoolmarm look. Every time I caught her looking at me, I smiled. She would match my smile with her own, though I wasn't sure if it was forced like mine. 

Tamara whispered something to Viktoria who leaned over and translated to me. It seems Meemaw was suspicious of my intentions with her granddaughter. I wasn't sure I could do anything about it. Time would eventually prove me honorable. 

The food was excellent. Everyone spent considerable amount of time thanking Yana and my mother for the feast. Armen broke out a bottle of red wine and poured everyone a small dixie cup. Not exactly the Ritz, but it was appropriate for the surroundings. He then made a quick speech that Ruben translated for the Armenian impaired. 

"Soon I will gain another brother," Armen said, "a man who conquered a mountain to steal my sister's heart." I rolled my eyes at his embellishment, "Though he has a weak nose," his brothers started laughing and Tamara gave Armen a pair of dagger eyes, "he stood his ground and refused to yield. Strength to protect my sister and my precious niece. I am proud to announce Jonathan's engagement to my sister, Tamara." There was a cheer and everyone lifted their dixie cup and drank, Meemaw included. Yana scolded Armen with a smile. I think she would have preferred something more formal. 

I had to spend some time explaining the weak nose reference to my parents. They were shocked at first, but let it go when I explained the language barrier that created it. The rest of the party went well until Garik got into an argument with a family sitting at another table about fifty feet away. I had no idea what started it, but when I saw Armen and Davit move, I followed. 

Garik was standing his ground, arguing with another man about his age. The man's male family members had gathered around, obviously ready to take the argument to the next level. I recognized some of the words. It was a heated discussion over a girl named Angelina. Armen and Davit moved to the side of Garik, I joined Garik to the right. The intensity grew and we were outnumbered five to four. For some stupid reason, I thought we could take them if it came to that. I felt very Armenian at the moment. 

I set my fighting stance when I saw one the men move forward in obvious aggression. I was about to find out how weak my nose really was. Strangely, I had little fear knowing I had the Petrosian's next to me. This is what it is like to have brothers. 

A voice in calm Armenian invaded the argument from off to the side. An elderly man that looked familiar stepped forward, his voice steady yet commanding. For some reason, the argument ceased as he spoke. He pointed at me, mentioning something about a mountain. The other family looked at me with wide eyes. There was some whispered discussion, and I could see their stances pull back from the brink. The man spoke again, pointing at Garik and the other instigator. I heard him mention Angelina and point back to me. I really wanted to know what I was missing. 

I watched as the old man diffused the argument and had Garik and his rival shake hands. I was amazed at how easily he accomplished it. He smiled at me when it was over and held out his hand. 

"Mikhail Popov, Mr. Bennett," the man said in English. His accent was Slovic, but elegant. He spoke English very well. His face was fatherly in the warm way. His eyes had me trusting him almost immediately. I took his hand in mine.

"Jonathan, please," I responded as I shook his hand, "what did you say to them?"

"I told them that you're the mountain man," Mikhail chuckled, "you survived a blizzard and jumped off a cliff to save your girl. I asked them if they were ready to go that far."

"I kind of fell off the cliff."

"Negotiations are about subtlety," Mikhail said, "intent is much more important than reality. Tell me you wouldn't have jumped for her." Of course, I would have. 

"Who are you?" 

"I was on the plane," Mikhail said, "I brought the helicopter back."

"Oh!" I said smiling and shaking his hand harder, "I think we owe you our lives. It's a small world to find you here." 

"Actually, I was looking for you," Mikhail said sadly, "You weren't conscious when we first met. I was hoping you knew of my brother." My thoughts went back to the crash. I lost my smile when I remembered dragging the man, half his face missing, under a tree and burying him in pine needles. It suddenly felt wrong, like I hadn't done enough. "I was hoping he had survived as I had. We could find no trace but you and Tamara in the snow." 

"I'm so sorry," I said softly, "He died in the crash. I buried him under a tree. My god, I forgot all about him. I was so wrapped up in finding Tamara. I should have tried to contact you." Mikhail let go of my hand and placed it on my shoulder. 




The Mountain Cabin



'Don't be a pussy!'

The taunt resonated in Jeff's head as he trudged down the dark path behind a line of people, bouncing off the walls of his mind; fading, echoing back. Around him the forest loomed cloyingly above the trail. From the front of the procession he could hear laughs and giggles from the girls Megan, Marie and Michelle: triplets. Walking with them, their boyfriends' rough voices boomed into the night.

'Don't be a pussy Jeff!'

There it was again clanging around in there, piercing his thoughts like a klaxon. He was suddenly back in his little apartment on Austin Street in Lewisburg...

'I'm not goin',.' Jeff told them bluntly.

'Dude, why the fuck not?' Chris, the stereotypical jock and former star Quarterback of the Greenbrier East High Spartans, demanded. He stood roughly six foot eight, weighed at least two-twenty-five and had a mean disposition, especially when he had been drinking, which was what they were all doing, celebrating Debbie's nineteenth birthday. She was the youngest of their little group by two years.

It was Derek that started the teasing, a six-ten, half-black half Shawnee Indian and Chris' best friend.

'Don't be a pussy,' he said quietly. For such a large man Derek had a quiet, almost timid demeanor most of the time. Everyone stopped and looked when he spoke, their eyes darting between Jeff and Derek.

'Fuck you.' Jeff replied.

'It's just a fucking ghost story.' He brought his eyes up from the sweating can of Bud Light nestled in the fork of his legs and stared at Jeff. 'Don't be a pussy.'

That was when one of the triplets joined in. 'Yeah don't be such a pussy Jeff.' Michelle teased.

'Do you need a tampon?' Megan added.

They were all looking at him: Chris, Derek, his own best friend Travis, the triplets and Debbie.

'Fine we'll just go without him,' Michelle decided, 'he can sit here by himself while we have fun.

'Do you want to borrow a pair of panties?' Her azure eyes danced with cruel mischief as she stared him down. Her sister Marie stared at her shoes with an embarrassed flush coloring her cheeks.

'No he's going with us,' Chris demanded again.

And then the chanting started, led by Michelle.

'Don't-be-a-pussy! Don't-be-a-pussy! Don't-be-a-pussy!' Even Debbie was joining in, albeit very quietly, and she was the one person he truly got along with out of their little clique. Jeff stared at his scuffed tan work boots in shame. One of the triplets, Megan he thought, pulled her panties from under her black skirt and tossed them at his face.

'Here, put on your big girl panties and let's go.' The pink lace fabric was draped over his burning face, the crotch level with his nostrils. The fabric was decidedly damp, and smelled with the fragrant musk of its owner. To be taunted and teased like that by his friends, by the three most achingly beautiful women he had ever seen, each a carbon copy of the other, was excruciating and surprisingly arousing. His cock was lengthening in his jeans as the blood was diverted from its usual route. After a moment he ripped the panties from his face and leapt to his feet.

Michelle had been standing only a foot away from where he was seated, leaning over him and chanting. She squealed and jumped back, landing in Chris' lap. Jeff's eyes blazed.

'Fuck all of you. I'm not a pussy, I just don't see the point in wandering around in the mountains at night when it's not even fifty fucking degrees outside to test some legend. But whatever, let's go.' He looked at Megan with a satirical grin. 'Thanks for the souvenir Megan; I hope your pussy gets frost bite.' He stuffed the pink lace into the front pocket of his jeans and grabbed his coat. Everyone else was still seated, staring at him in a sort of wonderful fascination. 'Come on pussies,' he spat.

The drive out to the Greenbrier State Forest took about twenty minutes with the eight of them crammed into Jeff's five year old Ford Explorer. He turned off of State Road 60 onto Hart's Run Road and began winding up from the Appalachian Plateau into the Allegheny Mountains past scattered houses, all dark and ominous in respect to the hour. After a couple of miles the last of the houses faded from sight and the trees closed in on the narrow road. Jeff glanced at the digital display of the overhead console: it was nearly one a.m. on October 31. A push of a button cycled the display to the outside temperature which had dropped ten degrees since midnight and stood at a chilly forty degrees. The forecast, he remembered, had called for lows in the upper twenties and a freeze warning.

'It's getting colder,' he announced to no one in particular. He glanced to his right and noticed with some satisfaction that Debbie had grabbed a heavy coat from his hall closet before they left. Whispered conversation, laced with muffled grunts and an occasional groan drifted up from the three couples in the back. Jeff checked the rear view mirror and In the light of the moon, a huge silver disk hanging full and close above them, he could see the situation clearly. Michelle and Derek were busy making out. Derek's hand had disappeared under the short black cheerleader skirt Michelle was wearing, and the muscles in his forearm rolled and flexed as he fingered her. Marie and Travis were in a similar situation. Marie's furry pink top was pulled down and Travis was noisily suckling on her exposed breasts while she rocked back and forth on his hidden hand. Michelle and Chris on the other hand we're beyond mere kissing. Michelle's skirt was hiked to her waist as she sat on Chris's lap with her back to him. She was leaning back against his body with his erect cock between her legs. Her panties, lacey and pink just like the pair in Jeff's pocket, were pulled rudely to the side to allow her pussy to grind against Chris's cock. He noticed with no real pleasure that Chris, who had his head thrown back staring at the roof of the truck, only had an average sized member and looked smaller than Jeff's own penis. As he watched, Michelle locked eyes with him in the mirror and lifted her body until the head of Chris's cock was pressing against the plump flesh of her pussy. She slowly lowered herself down, letting Chris slip into her until she came to rest on his thighs again.

Jeff felt a hand creep across the arm rest and grip his own. 'Are they fucking back there?' Debbie whispered.

Jeff glanced to his right again and found Debbie staring at him, a mixed look of alarm, embarrassment and curiosity highlighted on her face by the moonlight. He quickly glanced in the mirror again but Michelle's eyes were closed now, as well as her thighs, as she slowly rode Chris's cock.

'Yeah, Chris and Michelle are,' he said at last, shifting his focus back to the road ahead as it began a series of climbing switchbacks. 'The other four aren't far behind them it looks like.'

Debbie squeezed his hand tighter and stared out her window into the darkness. Half a mile up the road Jeff turned the Explorer on to Kate's Mountain Road that wound along the mountain ridge through the state park.

He was glad to have Debbie next to him, even if she had joined the teasing back at his place. They had an easy friendship that had bordered on a relationship for the past several months. As if reading his thoughts she leaned close and whispered, 'I'm sorry for what happened back there.'

'It's okay,' Jeff assured her. 'I just don't want anyone to get hurt.'

'I know.'

A low groan from the back seat snapped Jeff's attention back to the rear view mirror. He was just in time to see Michelle pull Chris' cock out of her and stroke his orgasm onto the smoothly shaved skin of above her pussy.

'Don't get any of that shit on my seats.' Jeff said flatly still staring into the mirror. Chris didn't seem to hear him but Michelle looked up and smiled. She traced her fingers through the thick globs of cum before scooping it up and slurping it from her coated fingers. Jeff enthralled with what he saw. The only two things that existed at that moment were the throbbing hardness in his jeans and the sexy blonde in the back seat eating her boyfriend's cum.

'Look out!' Debbie screamed. Jeff had just enough time to catch a fleeting glimpse of something large and grey flash across the road directly in front of them. He slammed on the brakes and jerked the wheel to the right. The truck skidded onto two wheels, rising and rising until it seemed like it would pass the point of no return and throw them into a roll, before crashing back to all four wheels and spinning off into the trees. The vehicle finally came to rest with its right fender crumpled against a large Oak. The interior was silent except for heavy breathing close to Jeff's right ear and the ticking of the cooling engine.

Tentatively Jeff opened his eyes. The windshield in front of him was shattered into a hundred different spider webs. Debbie, the source of the heavy breathing, was nearly on top of him. Slowly more sounds emerged from the darkness; the rustle of clothes, the shuffle of feet, soft groans. Jeff tried the interior light to no avail. He thought the battery must have been knocked loose in the crash.

'Are you ok Debbie?' he asked quietly.

'I think so,' she said after a moment.

'In the glove compartment there should be a flashlight, can you grab it for me?'

'Sure.' She fumbled around for a minute before producing the large aluminum cylinder. She thumbed the switch and bright white light filled the truck. More groans as everyone shielded their eyes from the unexpected glare. Jeff took the light and turn in his seat.

'Everyone okay back there?'

'Michelle's bleedin,' Derek pointed out. Jeff shone the light on the buxom blonde and sure enough, blood was coursing down her face from a deep gash on her forehead. The door window was splattered with blood and shattered where her head had apparently collided with it.

'You okay Michelle?'

'What the fuck happened?' she asked groggily.

'This dip shit can't drive, that's what happened,' Chris answered.

'Hey fuck you!' Jeff roared. 'While you were busy emptying your tiny little balls I was trying not hit...whatever the fuck that was that ran across the road!'

Chris pushed Megan into the floor board and lunged for the front seat. He was met with the heavy base of the Mag Lite barrel as Jeff brought it down on the bridge of his nose. It struck with a sickening crack and his nose sprayed blood.

'What the fuck!' Chris screamed clutching his shattered nose.

'Okay that's enough!' Debbie cried. She fumbled with her door but it wouldn't open. She leaned across Jeff and opened his door. Bitterly cold wind invaded the cabin of the truck, breaking out Jeff's skin in gooseflesh. Debbie crawled out over his lap and Jeff followed her, waving the flashlight around to survey the woods. Doors were opening behind them and he turned half expecting Chris or one of the others to charge again. Instead the triplets and their boyfriends piled out single file. Chris stood leaning back against the side of the truck with his head back cupping his ruined nose. He seemed oblivious to the fact that his penis was still dangling through his open zipper. The others were all taking personal inventory of their various scrapes or bruises. Jeff and Debbie were none the worse for wear since they had both been wearing their seat belts.

Michelle whimpered off to the left and collapsed suddenly to the ground with her hand to her forehead. Her sister's immediately ran to her.

'She's bleeding a lot,' Megan called over her shoulder.

'Hang on.' Jeff trotted to the rear of the Explorer and rummaged around in the hatch. He produced an old tee shirt that smelled marginally safe, and tore it into strips. He handed a large one to Megan for her to use as a compress, then handed some to Chris as well.

'Here, for your nose.' Chris took the cloth with a wordless grunt.

'Where the hell are we?' Travis asked.

'Well let's see: we're on top of a goddamn mountain surrounded by a bunch of trees,' Debbie snapped. 'This is where you all wanted to go right?

'Let's go to Kate's Mountain let's go to Kate's Mountain,' she mocked.

'Everybody calm down,' Jeff interjected. 'Meg how's your sister's head?'

'The bleeding is mostly stopped I think.' She sounded timid.

'Can she walk?'

'Yeah I think I can,' Michelle answered for herself. Her sisters helped her to her feet where she stood swaying drunkenly back and forth for a moment before gaining her composure.

'We should be close to the hiking trails I think,' Jeff said, 'there's a picnic area and a shelter somewhere up ahead. I think we should make our way there.'

'What you want to walk?' Marie whined. 'It's dark and I'm cold.' She crossed her arms over her chest, stuck out her lips and pouted.

'Look, we can't just stand around here,' Jeff insisted. 'It's-'

'Just call a fucking tow truck or something!' Chris interrupted nasally.

'Go right ahead,' Jeff said flatly 'good luck getting a cell signal up here.'

There was another ten minutes of heated debate before they finally acquiesced. Jeff led them through the trees back in the direction of the road. He thought. After picking their way slowly along for ten minutes they still hadn't reached the road.

'This isn't right.' Jeff said, stopping.

'What's not right?' Debbie asked at his side.

'We should have been on the road by now. We couldn't have gone that far off of it.'

'Great so now we're lost in the woods? Good job dumb ass.' Derek boomed.

'Fuck you.'

'Hey there's a path over here.' Travis had wandered off to the left of the group and was pointing in that direction. Chris and Derek shouldered past Jeff trailed by the triplets and joined him.

'It's probably one of the hiking trails.' Debbie informed them.

'Well it beats walking through the woods. It has to lead somewhere right?' Michelle was almost whining.

'These trails are not something you want to be walking on in flip flops and skirts, especially at night.' Debbie called, but the group had already started down the path. 'They're fucking idiots. I've hiked these trails before.'

'Yeah, me too. Come on we've gotta follow them.'

A scream from up ahead ripped Jeff from his interior retrospect and he walked right into Debbie who had stopped short. They were working their way down a steep grade littered with sharp and slippery rocks. Jeff was sweating in spite of the cold air. More shouts from further down the trail drifted back to them.

'It sounds like someone is hurt.' Debbie said matter-of-factly.

They got moving again and caught up with the others fifty yards down the slope. Marie was lying on her side on the rocks. A mix of terror and pain was tattooed on her pale face. Jeff washed the beam of his flashlight over her and saw the cause of the scream. Marie's tanned and toned right leg disappeared under a large rock, really more of a small boulder, about six inches below her knee at a sickening angle. Chris and Derek were working on moving the rock, and each time it shifted she would scream again. Tears coursed down her cheeks and she seemed to be trembling all over.

Michelle sat on a stump to the side of the path, still looking groggy and out of it. Megan was crouched next to Marie trying to comfort her.

"What happened?" Jeff asked.

It was Travis that answered. "Marie was walking in front with me. We came around that bend and there was something standing in the middle of the path. It moved to quickly to see but I thought it looked like a wolf or-'

"It was a woman." Marie cried, interrupting him. "A woman in a white gown and she disappear..." she broke down into hysterical sobs.

Chris and Derek were groaning with effort. "Pull her out!" Chris yelled. Travis was on the move, grabbing Marie by the arm pits and dragging her backwards. She let out a blood curdling scream and slumped in his grasp in a dead faint with her chin resting on her breast bone. Somewhere off in the woods something answered her scream in a long howl, rising and undulating until it sounded like a scream it's self. Jeff's skin broke out in goose flesh at the sound of it and he felt Debbie shift her body closer to his. A moment later her arm snaked its way around his waist.

Megan was examining her sister's leg closely, putting her two semesters of nursing school training to practice. "It's broken bad, in at least two places. Travis you're going to have to carry her."

"I'm not sure I can if this trail gets any worse."

"We can get off the trail not far from here." Everyone turned to look at Debbie. It was the first time she had spoken to anyone other than Jeff since they had started down the trail.

"How would you know?" Megan asked accusingly.

"Because I've hiked these trails for years."

"Then why the fuck didn't you say so?" Megan roared. "If you know so much about them why did you let us go? My sister has a broken leg because of you!" Megan had been inching closer to Debbie as she berated her until the last line was spat mere inches from her face, the two young women highlighted in bas relief by the glare of Jeff's flashlight. "Stupid cunt!"

Debbie flinched, her eyes widening to saucers. One second she was standing there looking like a deer caught in the glare of oncoming headlights and the next Megan was flying backwards. She tripped over her injured sister and went sprawling on her ass. Debbie was on her like a banshee, clawing at her face, ripping her top and raining open handed slaps down on her arms as she tried to shield her face. She was screaming a litany of curses with each blow. Megan managed to get her arms around Debbie's waist and rolled her to the left. The two rolled and scuffled on the rocky path, clawing and hissing like two cats in heat. Finally Debbie was able to regain her former position on top of Megan. Megan's furry pink top was dirty and matted with leaved and torn open down the front exposing her bra-less breasts. They jutted defiantly toward Debbie, the nipples like tiny pink stones standing erect from the chilly air. Debbie's top was torn as well, though not completely, showing her sensible black lace bra. Both girls were breathing heavily, eyes locked on one another, as they struggled.

Debbie held Megan down by her shoulders using her leverage to her advantage and spat directly into Megan's face. Her struggles immediately stopped and she started up at Debbie in disbelief. The will to fight of both girls seemed to drain away in an instant. Debbie stood and staggered back toward Jeff, who had to catch her to keep her from falling.

"How far is until we can get of this trail?" Chris asked. He was stripping off his tee shirt and giving to Megan, still seated on the rocky trail, to cover herself.

"Maybe a half mile?" Debbie answered. "Hard to tell in the dark. There's another path that juts off to the right. It's longer, and steep in some places but a lot better than this. It used to be a stream bed I think."

"But it will take us to the picnic area?" Michelle asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, a little past it. We'll have to double back once we get to the road again."

"We what are we waiting for?" Derek said impatiently. "Let's go."

***

They walked for another fifteen minutes before they literally stumbled onto the path. One minute they were trudging downhill in a silent single file column surrounded by trees, and the next the forest opened up to the right, a thirty foot wide swath of relatively smooth, treeless ground angling down the mountain side.




The Rescue



I was sitting at home watching a baseball game and sipping a brew when Elizabeth called. Her mother had married my father a few years back and in the meantime we had become friends. We weren’t super close, probably because there was a 10-year difference in our ages – I was 31 and she 21 – but we had hung out together on occasion. Holidays at our parents house, a few dinners here and there, usually with her older sisters and whatever girl I was dating at the time. Or we’d meet for a drink or several when she made it into the city from the ’burbs. But we got along reasonably well and often had interesting conversations – about classes she was taking, our parents, or our respective relationships. 

In my opinion she dated guys who didn’t hold a candle to her. First of all, she is smokin’ hot. She has shoulder length ash blond hair, a long neck, high Scandinavian cheekbones, a cute little nose and nice, full lips. And she has a kicking body. She’s thin, but not waifish; has smallish, perky tits, and a terrific shapely ass, which she often shows off in short mini skirts or tight denim shorts. Liz is also a smart chick. She has a vicious wit and doesn’t hesitate to use it to put someone in their place. The guys she goes out with tend to be dolts. She admitted to me one night over cocktails that she found herself attracted to, “Guys with an edge.” Which I understood to mean, “Guys with face piercings, baggy jeans and unwashed hair.” Though they might fit some MTV model of “cool,” I thought they were all stupid and none treated her as well as she deserved. I would encourage her to find a guy who was up to her standards, but knew not to push. She was fast becoming a grown woman and had to make decisions and mistakes on her own – without her step-brother looking over her shoulder.

When I picked up the phone I knew instantly that it was Liz and that she was drunk. She was slurring and there was the thumping of loud music in the background. 

“Hey Cal. It’s Elizabeth. Whatcha doin’?” Before I could reply… “I think I need a ride.”

“Sure darling. What’s up? Where are you?”

“I’m at Mickey’s Tavern, and Becky left with some guy. She drove and now I’m stuck here. And there’s some guys… I need a ride.”

Mickey’s was only about a mile from my house, so I told her not to worry that I’d be there in a few minutes. Whatever was going on with the guys she mentioned couldn’t have been good, or else she would have been happy to stay and flirt. So I wasted no time and beat it to Mickey’s.

When I got there I saw her Liz sandwiched between two frat boy-types who were none too happy to see me, although Liz was. 

“Hey, Cal! Thanksh for coming. Wanna drink?” 

She looked drunk and a little worse for wear, but still pretty great. After I sat down and ordered a bourbon, I informed the frat boys that Elizabeth had called for a ride. “We’ll give her a ride – the ride of her life, if you’ll get the fuck outta here,” one genius said.

“Thanks man. That’s awfully generous of you, but I’ll take care of her.” 

“Who the fuck are you?” barked the other as he grabbed Elizabeth roughly and pulled her towards him. “We’ve been buying her drinks all night!”

“I’m her step-brother, here’s $20 for the drinks, Liz is hammered, she’s not interested in going home with you two assholes, and I’m taking her home after I finish my drink.” 

I don’t know if it was my steely glare or the fact that Elizabeth chimed in with: “Yeah, so fuck off!” Or if the bouncer, who happened to be a buddy of mine, scared them off when he walked over and asked if there was a problem, but Dumb and Dumber grabbed the $20 bill, got up grumbling and started looking for another drunk chick.

Elizabeth was grateful and gave me a big hug and a wet smack on the cheek. “My hero,” she said. I don’t know about that, but I did know it was time to go.

Once we got to my car – Liz leaning on me the whole way – she hugged me again tightly and whispered in my ear, “Thanksh Cal.” She held the embrace for what seemed like forever. I didn’t want to let her go – partly because she’d fall if I did and partly because I was enjoying it. I could feel her breasts through her thin top flatten against my chest and her bare leg was pressed gently in my crotch. I’m sure it was an accident, but a happy one. I felt myself getting hard and after a minute or so I maneuvered her into the passenger seat.

When I got behind the wheel I glanced over at Liz. She’d already nodded off. I took the opportunity to take a long look at my gorgeous step-sister. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail and her pouty lips were opened slightly as she slept. She was wearing a short black skirt, which showed off honey colored legs and, as it rode up a bit, a tiny triangle of white panty. Damn. She also had on a loose fitting, white, almost translucent blouse. I could see the outline of her tits in the dim light of an overhead street lamp. “God help mankind,” I thought to myself. 

Once home, I carried my sleeping beauty step-sister up to my room and put her on the bed. She woke up and looked up at me dreamily and thanked me again. 

“Cal you’re such a great guy. Thanksh for helping with thosh jerks. When Becky left I thought they were nice, but then they got grabby. I hate that. Will you help me take off my clothes?” 

She said the last bit as if she was asking for a drink of water. I was naturally startled and it took a couple of beats before I realized what she’d asked. 

“Sure honey.” I stammered. Now I was turned on again and suddenly fully hard. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, trying not to stare too hard at her lacy white bra encased tits. I pulled her up to me so I could slip her shirt over her shoulders. She leaned into me and I once again felt her breasts against my chest. Whew. I laid her gently back down and noticed a small smile on her lips as I began to unzip her miniskirt. Her matching white lace panties slowly came into view. She lifted her ass off the bed and let me pull her skirt off. Mission accomplished, I took another long look. I could make out her curly mound and even a slight outline of her pussy lips. God she was hot. 

“Bra too, step-brother – it’s too tight.”

“Sure Liz.” I whispered and unclasped her front-fasten bra. It fell open to reveal her perfect little, pink-hued nipples and milky white breasts. I think they were the prettiest pair of tits I’d ever seen. I had to get out of there. This was killing me. 

But as I turned to head for the downstairs couch, she whined, “Stay with me Cal.” Against my better judgment I pulled off my t-shirt and jeans and crawled into bed, staying as close as I could to the far edge. 

After a couple of hours of fitful sleep and dirty dreams filled with images of raping my drunk step-sister, the sun began to come up. Liz was spooning me from behind when I woke. I loved the feel of her naked tits and hard nipples poking into my back. I dared not move. I heard her sigh contentedly and then she jumped a little. She was sober and awake now and realized the position she was in. 

“Cal, what the hell happened?” 

After a quick recap of the night’s activities, where I swore she begged me to take off her bra, she covered her tits and her face at the same time. 

“God I’m so embarrassed. Did you think I was seducing you?” she asked. 

“Liz, you were drunk. But to be honest, it wouldn’t have taken much convincing. I think you’re about the most beautiful girl in the world.” 

She peeked through her fingers and I could see a slight smile on her face. “Really?” I nodded dumbly. Then Liz hugged me – and when she pressed against me she could tell how hard I was. She giggled slightly and without a word reached between us to feel my cock. We pulled apart and looked into each other’s eyes as she slowly stroked me up and down through my boxers, occasionally giving the tip a little pinch. I knew I should stop her but I just didn’t have the will power. 

She closed her eyes and leaned toward me with her lips slightly open. I couldn’t resist. I gave her a soft, slow kiss, slipping my tongue into her mouth. She kept stroking me and suddenly began kissing me back forcefully, with passion. 

I ran my hands up and down her body. Cupping her ass with one, and kneading her tits with the other. I let my fingers creep under her panties from behind and slipped one into her sopping pussy. Then I found her ass and gently pushed the tip of a wet finger in. She stopped rubbing my dick only long enough to pull my shorts down to my knees so she should grab it without fabric getting in the way. She pushed me onto my back and finally broke our kiss. With a sexy smile she slid down my body, pausing to give me sucking kisses on my chest, then my nipples, then my stomach. 

I looked down to see the glorious sight of her lips sliding over the purple head of my rock hard cock. She sucked, and bobbed, and flicked her tongue around the head of my penis, all the while stroking up and down my shaft with her little hand. Then she reached under my balls with her other hand, rolling them in her soft, cool fingers. Then she went lower, until she found my anus. Never stopping sucking, she eased a finger into my asshole, slowly finger-fucking me. It was an incredible sensation. I could feel the cum boiling up my shaft. I begged her not to stop. She could sense I was getting close so she went down as far as should could on my cock and held there, sucking hard and still moving her tongue around the shaft. That was it. “I’m cumming!” I half-yelled, then I spurted stream after stream of semen into her mouth,

Liz swallowed it all then crawled back up and nuzzled against my neck. After a five- minute recovery period, we resumed kissing. We started slow and soon were kissing passionately and groping each other wildly all over again. Then I announced that it was her turn. I slid down – licking her all the way -- until I was between her legs. I kissed her inner thighs, teasing her before I pulled her panties off. Then I gave her cunt my full attention. I stared licking up and down her pussy lips, practically drinking her juice, then I found her clit and sucked and licked it while pushing first one then two fingers into her pussy. She was so primed after all of our making out and the blow job that she gave me that it didn’t take long before she was moaning and trembling and crying out with a powerful orgasm. 

I admit, I was pretty pleased with myself as I quickly moved up Liz’s still twitching body. I was fully hard again and ready to fuck her. I plunged in. She was so wet so soon after cumming that I went into her easily. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her gorgeous, angelic face, twisted in passion, as I stroked in and out of her. She was tight. I went slowly at first, but then she started humping back insistently and so I did it harder. It wasn’t long before I was slamming into her like it was rape. We were animals now and were both loving it. She cried out “Fuck me. Fuck me.” Over and over. I shut her up with another hard kiss as I continually pulled all the way out, just so I could penetrate her again. Finally she pulled me into her as far as I could go, her hands on my ass, as another powerful orgasm tore through her body. Thanks to Liz’s amazing blow job, I was able to, somehow, keep from coming. Even as I felt her shudder against me and the walls of her pussy clench and unclench around my cock as she came.

I had always loved looking at Liz’s ass – so tight and shapely. So once her orgasm was through I turned her over onto her stomach. She was like a rag doll. I put a pillow under her hips to raise her ass up. I bent down and licked her pussy again, this time from behind. Pausing to flick my tongue over the rosebud of her asshole. That startled and, I think, helped her recover after cumming so hard. She began to moan again and begged me to fuck her from behind. I got on my knees and grabbed her ass cheeks as I eased into her pussy. I started slowly again and kept that up for several minutes. I kissed her back and the nape of her neck, as I reached under her to play with her nipples and stroke her stomach. 

Then I bent down and whispered in her ear. “I want to fuck your ass.” 

She smiled and, actually blushed as if we hadn’t been screwing like wild banshees for the past hour or so. “OK, Cal. I want you to.” I pulled out and reached into my bedside table for some KY. I slathered a little on my dick, then gave her asshole a few loving licks before I applied the KY there. 

She spread her legs wide for me, but had a look of worry on her face. I positioned the tip of my dick at her little ass rosebud and pushed slightly and watched as it slowly disappeared. I wasn’t sure if she’d ever done this before, but I knew I had to go slow. It probably took two or three minutes before I finally got it all the way in. By this time, I was already so close to cumming. It was just so hot to have my cock in my sexy step-sister’s ass. And Liz was whimpering quietly. 

I again bent down to whisper in her ear. “Are you OK?” 

She grinned, and responded in a whisper of her own, “Yes, sweetie. Now fuck that ass.” Which made me laugh. 

I pumped in out very slowly, marveling at how tight she felt. Then, as I got closer to shooting, I drove into her hard, which made her cry out. “Oh god! Yes! Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Do it! Yesss! Fuck my ass!” That did it for me. I slammed into her hard a few more times then screamed as I came inside her. It felt like a steady stream. When I thought it was subsiding, I would come again. 

We collapsed in a heap. Exhausted, sweaty, satisfied. I continued to hold her close even as I rolled off and out of her. We looked at each other and she said what we were both thinking. “That was amazing, but it can only be this once.” I smiled sadly and nodded. It was over. Then she quickly added, as she reached for my dick again, “Or should I say, this one day.” 

My smile got much wider as I said. “We can do a lot in a day…”



The Rescue



Steel rang against steel in the dim light of the tunnel. A sword crashed against his shield, the force driving him back a step. Hot blood splashed across his face, his companion grunted hard and dropped to the floor. His own sword cut deep into his opponent through the armor and into the flesh behind. He stepped back, blocking the back sweep of the blow that had dropped his companion. Sparks flew as the blades clashed. His return stroke found a target. The orc's battle cry stilled, even as it sounded, his sword cutting deeply into its throat. He paused, listening, straining to hear anything in the darkness ahead. His companion groaned in pain.

"Can you walk?" he whispered, the man nodded weakly, "Good, go back to the horses. If you can ride go to the manor tell them where we are. If you can't then wait." His companion nodded again. He helped the man to his feet and watched for a moment as the man stumbled back the way they had come. He turned to listen again. Ahead there was only silence, the passage dimly lit by a band of glowing blue stone running along both sides of the tunnel, the ceiling barely 7 feet high. He stepped over the two dead orcs at his feet and moved slowly and quietly down the passage.

He cursed his lack of armor. There had only been time to grab helm, shield and sword when the word had come that his lady had been taken in an ambush. The wounded survivor had recounted how the hunting party had been trapped. Lady Ingrid had forced him to ride to the manor after an orc arrow had pierced his thigh. He had last seen her fighting to protect his escape, two orcs dead at her feet, her sword raised to take another.

Kris had found the ambush site easily enough. He cursed her adventurous spirit at times, but hunting wild boar should have been safe enough. Yet scattered about the clearing were the remains of the hunting party and their horses. Five friends and family cut down by the orcs. Ingrid was not amongst the slain, hope and fear beat in his heart that she was still alive. Her shield lay on the ground, cloven through center of the white winged horse, the blue field stained with black blood. The orc trail had been easy enough to follow, but the ruins they led to were well hidden. He had come only with one of his guardsmen there had been enough time to gather more and now he was alone deep inside the ruins.

The tunnel seemed to stretch forever as he moved forward. Occasionally he would hear the distant sounds of moving feet and his stride increased eager to come to grips with the foe that had dared to steal from him. Throwing caution aside he began to race down the old tunnel. He could feel the age of it growing on him like a blanket. No Orc construction was this, it ran straight and true and the floor was level and unbroken. He paused at an intersection listening intently at each opening. He thought he heard the crash of boots on stone down one of the passages and turned to follow the noise.

He picked up his pace again, a sense of urgency dogging his steps. He turned a corner and ran headlong into Orc. He raised his shield and drove his enemy to the floor, dispatching him with a flick of his sword without pause. Leaving only a surprised look on the face of his dead enemy to mark his passage. Sweat dripped into his eyes and he paused a moment to catch his breath. He adjusted his long braided hair underneath the helmet to keep his own sweat from blinding him. A noise up ahead caught his attention and he moved forward quietly, sword ready.

Another intersection rose from the dim light and the fierce guttural sound of orcs could be heard around the corner. He peered around the corner, two orcs stood there arguing over a blade. He recognized Ingrid's sword, the large blue sapphire set in the crossguard twinkling even in the dim light of the passage. His rage grew fierce at the sight and he charged around the corner bursting upon the orcs. His first blow cut through the neck of the closest orc, the backstroke taking his companion through the gut dropping him to the floor in a heap. Kris picked up Ingrid's blade wiping off the orc blood that had dried on it. The edge was clean, sharp and un-notched he hoped that he could return it to her.

He moved on down the passage, he could hear more orcs shouting and arguing in their coarse tongue not to far ahead. Then the sound he feared the most echoed through the air. Steel clashing against steel. He raced ahead, his heart thundering in his chest, the corded muscles of his body ready to drive him and his sword into the heart of the enemy. Ahead the passage opened up into a chamber, a thin shaft of sunlight bursting through from the surface illuminating it. Ingrid stood, her back against a column, an orc blade in her hand and a dead orc at her feet. She wove the crude blade in a fearsome arc around her holding three more at bay.

His battle cry rang out through the ancient hall and Ingrid raised her head a smile upon her lips at the sound of his voice. The orcs turned at the sound and Ingrid took advantage of their surprise slaying one of the three that stood before her. He crashed into their midst like a title wave, the hall echoed with the sounds battle, and orcs fell like wheat before his flashing blade. An orc blow thudded against his shield and another nicked his arm. His eyes blazed as he felt his own blood flowing freely, staining his linen shirt a bright red. A blow to his head from behind sent him sprawling to the floor and he waited for the deathblow even as he struggled to regain his feet. Instead he heard a blade thud behind him and a body dropped to the floor.

He looked up as he stood to Ingrid's smiling face her blade already whirling in a deadly arc to meet another foe. "So who is doing the rescuing here?" she asked between clenched teeth.

"Perhaps, in the end, we are just rescuing each other from our own follies," he replied blocking a strike with his shield and dropping his opponent.

Together they stood, back to back, in the shaft of light their grim visages terrible to behold, their hands slippery with the blood of their foes. He prepared to receive another blow, but none came, instead they heard the sound of booted feet running away. They viewed the scene before them. The bodies of many orcs lay strewn about the room. They came together, holding each other, a captain and his lady. Their lips meet in a kiss, gentle at first, filled with the joy of finding each other alive, then fiercer as their adrenalin shifted from rage to passion. They made their way quickly outside. The wounded guardsmen was gone and only Kris' horse remained in the small forest clearing.

They came together again, lips meeting, tongues probing, their hands exploring each other as the kiss deepened with passion. His hands moved slowly down her back till he was holding her firm rounded bottom pulling her hard against him. His lust filled cock pressing hard against her belly. She spread his shirt open revealing his chest to the sunlight her fingers lightly pinching his nipples. She broke the kiss and replaced one hand with her eager mouth, sucking and nibbling on the male nipple. He groaned feeling his lust grow more powerful inside him. He thrust himself against her his hard cock sliding against her furrow.

As she sucked his nipples he pulled her dress down and she pulled her arms from the billowing sleeves letting it drop to the ground the sunlight dancing across her revealed skin. Her own hands busied themselves with his pants tugging down the soft material and taking his rigid member in her hands. She raised her lips and they kissed again. He felt her hips thrusting against his naked shaft, letting it slide up and down, drenching it in her wetness. He growled low and deep in his throat picking her up raising her breasts to his mouth. He felt her legs wrap around his waist, trapping his throbbing cock against her hot quim. She leaned back offering her breasts to his mouth holding him tightly by the shoulders. He took one hard, swollen nipple between his lips. He sucked hard and felt her hot, wet quim thrusting and sliding against his rampant member. He moved to the other breast sucking it into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the hard sensitive tip. She cried out in joy, his tongue setting off sparks that traveled up and down her spine.

He felt her grip him harder by the shoulders raising her self up against his frame, poising the head of his hard shaft at the entrance to her passage. He grimaced at her grip, the wound in his arm felt like fire as he held her. He could feel her heat surrounding the head of his cock. She held herself there teasing him, daring him to take her if he could. He gripped her bottom tightly and thrust up driving himself slowly into her waiting depths. Her warmth surrounded him, infusing him, driving him to impale her on his hard flexing shaft. She groaned loudly as he drove himself slowly into her till he was seated firmly and deeply inside her.

Keeping a firm grip on her he slowly lowered himself to his knees and bent forward to rest her on the soft, moss covered ground. Flat on her back she smiled, her eyes twinkling still challenging him. He felt her squeeze his cock, the feeling was delightful and he was no longer in control. His hips drew back and thrust hard, driving the rigid member into her, she smiled again as if to say that she had won this battle. He continued slowly but with great force driving him self into her heat, feeling her clench his shaft, milking it with her strong muscles. 

She too was fighting a losing battle and even as he drove himself into her, she raised her hips up to meet him losing her self to their mutual passion. Their lips found each other again and their tongues entwined even as their passion rose. Now he was pounding his hips into her driving his cock into her depths with speed and force he could no longer control. She squeezed down hard on his engorged member and he was lost. His muscles clenched and stiffened driving his cock deeper into her even as it bucked and flexed shooting strong streams of hot cum into her. As he gave deeply of him self to her the feeling of the flexing shaft drove her own passions to dizzying heights and he felt her body rock stiffly beneath him her own muscles clenching him to her as she came on his rigid cock.

He held him self above her for a moment, grinning at her fulfilled desires. The pain in his arm was too great though and he collapsed to one side. She rolled over on top of him, and he held her tightly against him, relishing the soft firmness of her body. There was plenty of time before the rescue party would arrive and they were both delighted as he began to stir again beneath the soft warmth of her belly.



The Rescue



The Syral

This is my story. You might find it hard to believe but every word is true. I am a service technician by trade. I am single, 32, and live in Richmond Va. I use to live a very ordinary life. But all this changed on my way to work one morning. 

While crossing the James River bridge I observed a young lady, standing on the edge ready to jump. I bolted from my car and got to her just in time to be pulled over the edge with her. Sixty feet later we hit the water and I struggled to the surface. In spite of her efforts to fight me I managed to get both of us to the bank. We struggled briefly but apparently a state police officer observed us and called an ambulance. He helped me subdue her until the ambulance arrived. She was quite hysterical as the ambulance left. I had not noticed until then but she was of Asian blood, either Chinese or Korean. After the officer took my statement I changed clothes and made it to work. 

I had pretty much forget about the incident until the following week, when I received a call from the secretary of a Mr. Lum. She explained that Mr. Lum is the father of Carol, the girl whose life I had saved. I was invited to lunch the following Saturday and I accepted the offer. She gave me the address and said to be there by noon. 

The week went by slowly and Friday was a welcomed relief. I went out Friday night and partied to the wee hours. I arose the next morning had breakfast and left my apartment at 10:30. I had some trouble finding the house, although I use the word house loosely. It was a huge estate with the mansion towards the rear of the thirty acres. There was a guard at the main gate and he asked me for I.D. I was then directed by the guard to the front door. 

There I was met by a huge Asian, who reminded me of the character Oddjob from the movie Goldfinger. He was a pleasant enough fellow who introduced himself as Charles, Mr. Lums bodyguard. As he led me through the door I couldn’t help but be impressed by his six foot six and two hundred and seventy pound frame. He led me into a study about the size of a gym and introduced me to Mr. Lum. Charles turned and left closing the door behind him. Mr. Lum was a slightly built Asian of five six and maybe one hundred and thirty. His age was indeterminable but I guessed he was much older than he looked. He was dressed impeccably in a dinner jacket. When he spoke his voice was deeper than I would have expected. 

"Mr. Nelson, may I call you Mike?" he asked.

“Sure,” I replied. 

“Then you may call me Wung. First let me thank you for accepting my invitation, and second can I offer you anything?”

“Perhaps a beer?” I replied. He pushed a button on his desk and as if by magic a lady appeared from behind the curtain on the wall behind his desk. 

“Bring Mr. Nelson a beer Sharon.” After a few idle moments of pleasantries he finally came to his reason for asking me there. 

“Mike my daughter Carol means every thing to me and I don’t think I could have lived if she had succeeded in her attempted suicide. She has many problems of the heart and this attempt was just a try to escape from her most recent. I would like to bestow upon you a small reward or two for your risking of your life to save hers.” Before he could say another word I interrupted. Sometimes I made quick decisions on people and I decided that I genuinely like Wung. "I mean this from my heart Wung there is no need for any kind of reward. I was glad that I happened by at the right time.”

“Mike,” he said, “You must know that I am very wealthy from the lifestyle I lead and yet you don’t want a reward?”

“No reward Wung. I found out early in life that money does not equate to happiness.”

“I understand what you are saying Mike, but will you please allow an old man his honour, and his saving of face by accepting my rewards.” How could I refuse? 

“Well then,” he said, “Lets talk about what your rewards will be.” Some how I expected some money or a new car maybe but not what he was about to tell me. 

“I have already taken the liberty of drawing up the needed papers because I was not prepared to take no for an answer. My first gift is one percent of my entire fortune.”

‘Great,’ I thought, he didn’t get carried away. 

“What does that come out to in dollars?” I asked. 

He smiled and said, “I don’t think you will have to work again.”

“Don’t play games with me Wung just tell me how much before I faint.”

“About one hundred and seventy million.”

“Oh my god!” was my only reply. I did a little quick math in my head and said “you are worth seventeen billion dollars?” 

“Afraid so,” he said. He went on to say that there was a second part to my reward and that it would be explained to me on Wednesday, at an address he handed me. He hoped that I would also accept this, as it was his most prized possession. 

“How can I accept your most prized possession?” I asked. 

“Remember my honour,” he said stone-faced. I stayed for dinner and we chatted through the evening. He told me that he had assigned two of his lawyers to handle my money and that they would explain everything about it I would need to know. It was late in the night when I finally left. His parting words were not to forget my second reward on Wednesday.

Well needless to say that the excitement of my new found wealth made the days fly by. I was in touch with the lawyers the next day and found out that every thing he said was true. If I just banked my money I would have twenty million a year for life, and if I choose to invest wisely I could have close to twice that. Well in the excitement of the money I forgot about my second reward. The phone rang on Wednesday, and a lady who introduced herself as Glorina asked if I planned to keep the appointment. After apologizing, I said I would be there in thirty minutes. I drove up to a century old brick house in a very exclusive part of town and parked in the driveway. I was awash with excitement remembering what my first gift had been. 

I knocked on the door and several seconds later was greeted by what seem to be the maid. She was middle aged and very much dressed, as you would expect a maid to be. She led me down a hall to a den and asked me to take a seat. Most of the furniture in the room looked like very expensive antiques. She told me that my hosts would be here in just a minute, and asked if I cared for refreshment. I told her a beer would be fine. Just then the two most beautiful women, or should I say girls since neither looked older than twenty came into the room. Both looked the same in that they were incredibly gorgeous but they were both quite different. 

“I am Glorina,” said the blond as she extended her hand to me. She was about 5 foot three with an absolutely stunning face and honey blond hair. She was simply dressed in jeans and a sweater that did nothing to hide the most fuckable body I have ever seen. Her tits almost seemed to large for her frame but when you think about it how can that be. She had a very trim waist and what we called in college a bucket ass. She would have been the centrefold of the year in any fuck magazine that I had ever seen. Quite truthfully she the loveliest girl I had ever seen. 

“My name is Mary,” I heard the second girl say. I tore my eyes from Glorina and extended my hand to Mary. Mary was five foot eight with jet-black hair and a face that I would term as Eurasian. If anything she was even more lovely than Glorina. She wore a tit hugging white blouse and stretch black shorts that clung to every curve. Just guessing I’d say that her breasts (puppies are not descriptive enough) were the same size or a little larger than Glorina's but since she was so much taller they didn't quite seem as large. Her legs and ass could only be described as perfect and her smile melted my heart. Just then as I felt my cock starting to erect in my pants the maid said here is your beer sir. 

“That will be all for today Helen,” Mary said. 

“Thank you marm,” was Helens reply. The girls asked me to be seated and Mary spoke first. 

“Mike Mr.Wung told us that he had not explained what your reward was because of face-to-face embarrassment, so he sent this cassette explaining everything.” Glorina stood up and walked to the tape machine and hit the play button. The voice on the speaker was Wungs. 

“Mike,” he said “I told you I was giving you my most prized possession and here they are. I belong to an exclusive club only seven men on the earth belong to. It is called the Syral. It is almost two centuries old, and all of its members are among the super rich. To make a long story short at exactly six p.m. these two young ladies will become your slaves. They have been trained in every imaginable form of sexual pleasure. They are very special in that there are only fourteen of them in the world at the present time. There are several that are now in training and these will be replaced in seven years when they both are twenty-eight. They have many wondrous skills and talents that I could not even begin to explain or understand. The powers of the mind they have are remarkable and almost magical. They are given a budget of ten million dollars a year from the club. You are a paid up member of the club for the next twenty years. They will explain all of your options at six p.m., and answer any questions that you might have. Your only obligation is to not injure. There are a few other rules that will be explained by the girls, and all you need to do is follow these simple rules and your membership will remain in good standing. Well goodbye Mike and enjoy.”

Needless to say I was dumbfounded. Glorina was the first to speak. 

“Its five o’clock so this would be a perfect time for question and answers until you become our master at six.”

“Feel free to ask anything on your mind,” Mary added. I was so excited I could hardly talk, and said so. 

“Why don't you two tell me about what a slave does,” was all I could mutter. 

“We can do anything your sexual mind can think,” said Glorina.

“That’s a pretty broad statement,” I replied. 

“But a true one,” said Mary. “Let us tell you about our training first, we don’t know how we are chosen but we are chosen as teenagers and taken to a mountain retreat. We both come from very poor families, mine in Hong Kong and Glorina in Brazil.”

“You mean your not Americans?” I said. “Your English is perfect.”

“We speak over a dozen languages perfectly,” she said. “At the retreat we are not only taught every art of sex but also all social graces, certain types of hypnotic mind control, and many other types of things to numerous to go into now. We will be in your complete control as long as you don't hurt us. If we feel that your not living up to the rules on endangering us or abusing drugs then we make one phone call and your membership is terminated.”

“What do you mean abusing drugs?” I asked. 

“We have many drugs that are at our disposal and we cannot addict ourselves or you so we have the final decision on their use. This is the only time we can overrule an order from you.”

“Well I’m still not sure what a slave does. What did Wung like?”

“Mr. Wung was a watcher,” said Glorina. “He would have us arrange giant orgies, so that he could watch. This house has many bedrooms with two-way mirrors that go to a central location, where he would set and watch.”

“Well what is this about the mind control?” I asked. 

“If you see or know anyone male or female that you would like to involve in a session then in all probability we can secure them.” I looked up at the clock on the wall and it was now six. 

“We are now your slaves master anything you order we will do.”

“Both of you strip,” I said rather harshly enjoying my new role as master. They both pulled their clothes off. My cock sprang to attention as I finally gazed on their nude bodies. 

“Now the two off you come here and undress me.” In seconds I was nude and ready. 

“I want both of you to start at my ears and make love all the way down my body.” Glorina took the right side and Mary the left while I played with the four nicest tits on the planet. Soon they were both at my mouth and then to my neck, then to my nipples with their wet smooth tongues. I also could not believe how turned on they both seemed to be as their moans grew louder. My hands left their tits and went to their cunts. I shoved two fingers up each one and was treated not only to gobs of juice and even louder moans, but also to a milking action on my fingers that I had never felt before. I had the impression that they could take my whole arm up their cunts but they were as tight as virgins. Both of them had now reached my cock and they were licking it in unison. 

Suddenly Mary lifted her whole ass in the air and shuddered several times in a row and I knew that she had just come. My hand was soaked with her juices and even though I thought her orgasm was over the shudders started up again even more powerfully than the first time. I was totally engrossed in her orgasms, as they seemed to get more frequent and stronger when suddenly Glorina started to scream with my cock in her mouth. She had a large violent orgasm and seconds later even a larger one. Well this was all I could take. With my cock all the way down Glorinas throat and her lips and mouth feeling like a vacuum cleaner, and Mary alternating between licking my swollen nuts and my tiny puckered asshole, and both of them in one almost continuous orgasm I came. It was the most powerful orgasm (cum, is what comes out, so it doesn’t make sense) in the history of the world and it felt like Glorina was trying to pull my heart out through my cock and Mary through my asshole. 

It seemed like a quarter of my cum came out the end of my cock on the first spasm and almost that much on each of the next ten. When I finally laid back I watched as Glorina crawled over to Mary and let copious amounts of my cream drop from her mouth into Mary’s. ‘Well I must be living right,’ I thought to myself as I watched the two beautiful ladies continue to kiss and caress each other. Suddenly they swung into a sixty-nine position with Glorina on top and, her ass facing me. Mary’s blond hair was splayed all over Glorinas legs as three of her fingers and her tongue disappeared into Glorinas pussy. I couldn’t see what Glorina was doing to Mary, but it had the desired effect as spasm after spasm of orgasm racked her body. Glorina was also coming time and time again and Mary’s face was coated with pussy juice and looked like a glazed donut.

While watching all this, my cock had gotten hard again. 

I shouted, “Enough!” since I was the master and my swollen cock needed attention. They soon separated and turned to face me. 

“We are sorry master if we displeased you,” Mary said. 

“No,” I replied, “but I didn't know how much longer you would keep it up and I'm ready for you. If I hadn't stopped you how long would you have gone on?”

“For most of the day,” Mary said. 

“Mr. Wung had a habit of ordering us to abstain from any type of sex for extended periods knowing that this would drive us crazy. To better explain, if we don't have at least several orgasms each day then our desire almost becomes a sort of delicious pain. So after several days or at times even several weeks of this torture we can go on for hours and hour in frenzy. I guess you could say we have become nymphomaniacs,” said Glorina.

“Once Mr. Wung kept us from sex for six weeks as an experiment. Then he had us arrange for dozens of men to come here and fuck us all through the day and night. He gave each of us a counter to hold in our hand to keep track of our orgasms,” said Mary. “After we had worn out all the men, we went at each other and after almost thirty-six hours of continual sex, our counter said that I had two hundred and thirty six orgasms and Glorina two hundred and seventy three. To further the experiment he made us abstain for three weeks and told us that we could masturbate using any sex toy or vibrator we needed. This time the sex was continual for about eight hours and I had two hundred and two orgasms and Glorina had two hundred and seventeen. Most of Mr. Wung episodes were filmed so we can show you.”

“You mean right now?” I answered.

“Yes,” said Glorina, “It will only take a second.”

“O.k.” I replied.

Glorina got up from the floor and went over to a cabinet that looked like a stereo case, and pushed a few buttons. Seconds latter a huge screen opened up from the large bookcase on the wall. Soon I had a split screen view of both girls jerking off with vibrators. Glorina was on the right side of the screen and in some type of bedroom on a huge bed. She had what seemed to be a long thick vibrator in her ass and two very small one in her hands, working on her pussy. Every half minute or so she would stiffen in what I assumed was an orgasm. On the left half of the screen Mary was on a floor in the same room laying on her stomach, and knees. There was some type of radio looking equipment next to here with a pair of wires going to her cunt. One of these wires was clipped to her clit while the other was hooked to a finger size glass tube that was inserted between her cunt lips. In her right hand she was directing a cock shaped vibrator in and out of her luscious ass. Her orgasms with this set up seemed more intense and more frequent than Glorina’s. There were also dildos, vibrators, and sex toys of every size shape and style imaginable strewn about the floor. 

“What is that you are using in the movie?” I asked Mary. 

“It is an electric current wave vibrator. It can only be used for short time periods because it is so intense.”

Feeling my cock getting even harder after this and wanting to play the role of master again I ordered both of them to their feet.

“How long had it been until today since you have had sex?” I asked them. 

“Two weeks master,” they relied in unison. 

“Mr. Wung wanted us ready for you,” said Mary. 

“Well then I want the two of you to do something with me right now that you think I may have never experienced before. If you guess right and I haven't had it before I will allow you to get as much release as you need today anyway you want. If I have had it before then you must wait and try again tomorrow before either of you will be allowed to come.”

They quickly huddled, and Mary walked over to a table and brought back a straight back chair. Glorina said that she was going to adjust the movie screen so that I would be able to see every thing going on. She pushed a few buttons and now I could see the chair on the screen. They told me to set in the chair and started licking my body again. In no time my cock was rock hard and Glorina stood up and set her cunt lips right over the head. She eased herself down and I was treated with an incredible milking sensation. Her cunt felt like a tight glove. This milking action was what I thought she had in mind but boy was I wrong. 

She stood back up and said, “That was to lube you so as not to chafe the master’s skin.”

Then she swung around and I glanced at the camera in time to see a close-up of her guiding my swollen cock to her asshole. I have fucked ass before I thought to myself so they will lose today. I lost this thought though as her ass, like her pussy started milking me. I knew I couldn’t handle much of this. I glanced at the screen again in time to see Mary kneel down in front of us and star licking Glorina pussy and my cock. Suddenly she sat back on her haunches and started to insert several fingers in Glorina's quim. I could feel her fingers through the thin layer of flesh separating cunt and asshole. Glorina had stopped milking my cock with her ass and all I felt were Mary’s fingers. Then suddenly her whole hand disappeared in Glorina’s pussy and grabbed my cock and started jerking me off. Glorina started cumming almost right away and I could see juices running down Mary’s arm. I exploded and felt as if my backbone were about to torn from my body. I came buckets and buckets.




The Rescue



Jenny had gotten her old job back. She'd needed to because her useless husband was not only useless in bed, but was useless as a bread winner.

In the years BC (Before Children), Jenny had worked in a laboratory and was very high up in rank. She'd lead a team and was considered one of the best in her field. When she rang up to ask if they had any vacancies, they almost bit her arm off and invited her to start immediately and almost allowed her to name her own price. Suffice to say, they'd made it worth her while to return and, what's more, she was given her old unit to run. 

Her unit was as commercially sterile as it could be, given the nature of the lab work, and this necessitated all staff to shower in and out of the unit. You could not gain access to the changing rooms on either side unless you've gone through the shower first.

Jenny had been working on a particular project and her staff had gone home. She'd put her personal effects into a sealed clinical bag and taken it into the shower with her. The shower finished and she pushed to door to get out of the clean side so she could enter the lab. The door was jammed shut. She swore under her breath and tried again. It was stuck fast and would not budge. Thinking maybe the door from the outer changing room was still open slightly, she tried that door too. Jammed. She was stuck in the middle, totally naked in a locked shower unit, her staff had gone home and the unit was so well insulated against pathogens, it was also insulated against sound.

Jenny opened her sealed clinical bag and took out her one personal item, her mobile phone, and rang her boss. He rushed down with colleagues into the female changing rooms and they tried to get the door open. It was no use, the door was jammed.

The governor decided to call the fire and rescue service and, before long, an appliance was despatched and the crew directed to the incident. 

The fire chief despatched two of his team to go in via the male changing area and try to gain access that way. The solid doors were like trying to crack a safe, waterproof seals and solid steel stood between Jenny and her rescuers.

The lab itself was very well heated and although Jenny stood in the shower cubicle naked, she was not cold. She could hear the occasional clang as tools were bashed against metal or walls, and other than the air vent which was big enough to get a rabbit through, and the drainage hold which was big enough for a mouse, maybe.

Jenny felt a rush of cool air and the door on the clean side opened. There, in front of her, were two young and very good looking fire officers. She stepped out in her nakedness and one of them took off his jacket to put around her. 

"Are you OK, darling?" the fireman said, his common cockney accent accentuating his appeal. She looked up at his face, his kind eyes showing genuine concern.

"Yes, thank you" she said. The second fire officer, a little taller and of half caste skin, squatted down in front of her as she was sat on a bench in the ladies changing rooms.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" he asked. She shook her head.

"No, I'm fine."

"You're more than fine, sweetheart" said the first fire fighter. "I'm Stuart and this is Rob" he said, by way of introduction.

"I'm Jenny" she said, holding out her hand to shake. Stuart took her hand and kissed the back like a gentleman. He was actually looking to see what she wore on her hand.

"Been married long?" he said, noticing her band of Gold.

"Too ruddy long" she said, a little too quick. Stuart smiled at Rob.

"Not happy in your marriage darling?" he said, quickly adding the question "Why's that, then?" 

Jenny had noticed that beneath their uniforms, they appeared to be sporting either very heavy tools or they were aroused by her. Assuming the latter, she felt flattered.

"My husband's only got a small dick" she said.

"How small is small then?" Rob asked. She smiled. 

"Oh, you know?" she said, beginning to flirt with them and enjoying it.

"Stuart's got a small one, haven't you?" Rob jeered. Stuart took the feed line.

"Yeah, that's right. Wanna have a look?" he said and before Jenny could resist, he'd slipped his braces holding up his trousers and dropped them to the floor, immediately removing his designer label briefs.

Stuart stood there in front of her, sporting his 10 inch dick, fully erect. It was twice the size of her useless husband's dick.

"I see what you mean" she said, flirting some more. "I suppose you're much bigger, are you Rob?" she said, turning to face him. He followed Stuart's approach and, removing his jacket first, removed his pants. He was close to being almost 12 inches long, his short curly pubic hair really bushy, his balls quite pronounced.

"You ever had a black man before" Rob asked her. Jenny shook her head.

"You prejudiced or what?" he challenged her.

"No, never had the opportunity before" she said, liking what she saw.

"What do you mean, never had the opportunity before?" Stuart said. Jenny smiled and stood up, shrugging off Stuart's fireman's jacket and facing Rob.

"Never had the opportunity before now" she said, sinking to her knees and rubbing his large throbbing erection.

"I bet you keep your girlfriend satisfied" she said, running her hands along the full length of his firm erection. Jenny allowed his cock to enter her mouth and she closed her sweet lips around it, feeling it's pulse against her tongue. Stuart had knelt behind her and started to massage her shoulders, removing any tenseness and stress. Jenny could feel Rob's hand stroking her hair and gently pulling her towards him, allowing more of his cock to enter her mouth. She took a deep breath and positioned her neck so she could take as much of his dick in her mouth that was possible, her tonsils being tickled by his erect penis, teasing her. He began to slowly thrust in her mouth and she licked and sucked, tickling his testicles simultaneously. Rob groaned in pleasure.

Meanwhile, Stuart had leaned forward and was caressing Jenny's firm and supple breasts, her nipples erect, so erect they could have hung their jackets on them.

"Suck me baby" Rob said in his best black voice. It was hardly deep like Barry White but the message was understood. Jenny increased the speed which she took him in her mouth, he tongue movements over the head of his dick slow and elongated.

"Mmm, that's nice" he said. Stuart was less vocal but every bit as aroused. His hands moved down her abdomen to the sweep juicy pussy they'd seen the moment she'd stepped out of the shower. His fingers reached his goal and found her labia, her clitoris already stood to attention and craving for attention of it's own. Stuart willingly obliged, causing Jenny to squirm and moan, taking Rob's hot hard cock from her mouth whilst Stuart finger fucked her.

"Deeper" Jenny whispered, making sure Rob's cock did not go soft my wanking him, her wedding ring on her white hand in total contrast to Rob's dark skin. Stuart's fingers delved deeper, causing Jenny to murmer.

"Can you get it deeper?" she asked. Stuart smiled. 

"You want something deeper, do you?" Stuart enquired. Jenny nodded. 

"Ooh, yes. Deeper. Deeper" she begged. Stuart was knelt behind her and she moved forward so she was now on all fours. His hard aching cock approached her vaginal opening and his cock felt the warmth and moisture of her love lips. He slowly inched himself into her, bit at a time, his massive cock being buried deep in her wet juicy pussy. 

"Ooh, yes. That's it" Jenny encouraged, "Deeper". Stuart kept going, deeper into her pussy until it was fully inside her. She'd accommodated him with immense ease and now he was pulling his meat in and out of her, his pace increasing.

"Fuck me deeper" she said, aware she had Stuart's massive cock inside her. Just then Rob's radio burst into life.

"Progress report" said the Governors voice. Rob reached over for the radio, Stuart attempting to keep the noise levels low.

"Just gaining entry now, Guv!" Rob said. Stuart laughed out loud.

"You can tell him I'm just coming!" he laughed. 

Jenny smiled, then said "If you're going to cum, then cum."

Rob placed his cock in her mouth again and she greedily gobbled at him for a while before he told Stuart to change places. Jenny was at first disappointed to loose that 10 inch cock from her pussy but was delighted when it was replaced by Rob's 12 inch rock hard love rod.

Not only was Rob bigger than Stuart, he had style and technique.

"Fuck me. Don't stop" Jenny implored. Stuart had found his way to her mouth and placed his pussy flavoured cock into her mouth. She licked away her own juices, eager to taste Stuart in her mouth. It was seconds later that he uttered the fact he was cumming. Now Jenny doesn't normally like waste, she likes cum in her pussy, but she was happy for Stuart to fill her mouth, his seed spilling out of him like the water from the fountains at Trafalgar Square. She sucked and swallowed his cum, licking her lips as though looking for more. Stuart sat down on a changing bench whilst Rob continued to pound her pussy.

"Is this your first black dick?" he asked her.

"Mmm" she replied, still catching her breath from all the cum she'd swallowed.

"You like black dick?" he asked.

"I love being fucked by black dick" Jenny responded, "Fuck me." 

Rob did. His long hard cock slid in and out of her smooth moist pussy and she groaned with pleasure.

"Take it out" she ordered and Rob thought he must had done something wrong. He withdrew and found that he, a big burly fire fighter had been rolled onto the floor by this petite (and incredibly horny) woman. Jenny straddled his hips and lowered herself onto his hard, aching cock until it was all in, every last millimetre. 

"Now fuck me" she ordered Rob and he began to thrust himself deep into her pussy, her rocking movements varied in direction and this gave her sensations she'd not experienced for a very long time. She ached for big cock. Her husband just couldn't deliver between the sheets and despite everything, she needed to feel fulfilled. Jenny needed to feel filled full too! And Rob could certainly deliver. He reached up and caressed her tits, his strong masculine arms reaching up her slender shapely body to her well proportioned chest. 

Jenny ran her hands through Rob's chest hair, throwing her head back in delight as his 12 inch portion filled her entirely. She was reaching the first of her orgasms when Stuart knelt behind her. Rob saw his intentions and took Jenny's arms, lowering her towards him, exposing her bottom to Stuart. Rob used this opportunity to place a tit in his mouth, his lips and tongue eager to explore her nipple, his saliva adding to her body sweat. Stuart placed the tip of his dick against her anus and slowly pushed, inserting his cock up her shitter.

Jenny squealed as the tip of Stuart's cock entered her hole but as he slid it in further, her noises reverted back to satisfied moans. As she moved her body forwards, Rob's dick hit full penetration, as she moved backwards, Stuarts cock stimulated her arse, every which way was pleasurable.

Jenny was being double fucked and enjoying it, Rob's mouth sucking one tit, his hand on the other, and with nearly 2 feet of cock inside her, she was having the ride of her life.

Rob released her tits and pulled her hips towards him.

"Fuck. I'm cumming. Fuck me" he uttered and she thrust herself deep onto his cock.

"Cum inside me. Cum" she whispered.

"Shit, I'm cumming" he said, his voice sounding like he needed breathing apparatus. This horny young nubile bitch was taking his breath away. With one final thrust and a loud scream of "Fuck!" he climaxed inside her sweet moist vagina, his semen pumping into her, looking for eggs to fertilise.

Stuart leaned round as she sat up and took one of her tits in one hand, his other playing with her pussy. His little finger found her clit and with the angle of his penetration, and Rob's pulsating cock, Jenny tripped into another wild orgasm, her body thrashing around causing Stuart to empty a second load of spunk, this time up her rectum. That's the second load of spunk that's gone to waste, Jenny thought to herself. 

Stuart removed himself from her and as she stood up, Rob's sperm trickled down her leg, leaving globules of cum on the floor.

"I think we all need a shower" Jenny said. 

Shortly after, cleaned and presentable, Jenny said her more formal thank you's. She shook Stuart by the hand, then she shook Rob by the hand, finding time to give him a subtle peck on the cheek. She palmed Rob one of her business cards with her mobile number on which she'd picked up from her office whilst they were cleaning up.

Rob looked at the card quizzically and she gave him a knowing wink.

"Call me" she said. "I'd like to go sliding down your pole again sometime." Rob grinned like the cat who'd got the cream. Then Jenny really surprised him.

"Next time" she whispered in his ear, "how about you bring the entire watch?"

"Sure" he said, gasping for breath. "But you know that only the Governor and Stuart are white, the rest are either black or mixed culture?" he said. Jenny's face did not alter at all. This had been her first black cock and she loved it. 

"Even better" said Jenny as she left for the door, her cute arse wiggling in her white summery skirt, her dark string highly visible. Jenny turned and blew a kiss to the entire crew and walked off leaving Stuart and Rob with empty scrotums and a story to tell.



The Rescue



He's fumbling for his keys as you nibble and purr into his ear. Your hand slides down to the bulge in his jeans and he drops the keys. Grinning, you slam him against the door and hold him there, digging your nails into his chest ever-so-slightly. 

You slowly bend your knees so you're squatting before him and begin to nuzzle and lick his crotch, mewling with eagerness once you smell his scent.

Your hand reaches out to the side and finds the keys. You hold them up to him as you nudge the flap that covers his fly to the side, grab the zipper with your teeth and rip it down, bringing you ever closer to that which you desire. Want. Lust after.

You don't even know his name. You don't care. You just need a cock. Just something inside you, pumping away at you, something to make you feel. Feel anything. This guy, this man, this life support for a cock was at the right place at the right time. Names don't matter. Names get in the way.

He pulls away from you; your prize denied you as he unlocks the door. Pouting a little, you follow him in. Since you're already close to the ground, you decide "why not" and crawl on all fours after him.

It's a small apartment. Little more than a hotel room, really. Poor excuse for a kitchenette, bathroom, and a bed.

It's the bed that catches your eye and chases all thoughts of fucking from your mind. Red satin sheets. An art deco painting of a woman smoking a cigarette. A pair of handcuffs hanging from a bedpost.

A scene straight out of a porno movie. A lame porno movie. From the seventies. 

Suddenly you don't feel like the sexual animal you were outside. You feel like some guy's weekly ritual partner. He'll probably start off with some heavy petting, then want his dick sucked (though you really don't have a problem with that--you could probably bring some control back to yourself with a nice cocksucking), engage in a little light spanking, some bondage (after negotiations, of course) with the twenty dollar handcuffs he got from Adam and Eve. Maybe some cheap nipple clamps, with those rubber pads over the teeth. Completely safe, completely sane, completely consensual.

Completely pedestrian.

You consider standing up, but reconsider and stay on all fours. At least this way you have a higher chance of getting a dick in your mouth. 

You crawl up to him, making sure to raise your ass in the air as high as it can. You slink forward, sliding your arms and legs, swaying your body from side to side, like a cat stalking her unaware prey.

He's standing before the bed, looking down at you with approval in his eyes. Of course he approves. You're a master at this. You've done it hundreds of times with hundreds of men. Each one reacting the same. Amazement at your form, turning to amazement at your technique, turning to supplications to the Divine name and yours as they beg for release in your mouth.

Your hand slide up his legs, curling into fists, grabbing the denim in your clawed hands. You yank the jeans down, exposing his rock hard cock. It's head bobbing in front of your lips, the very tip glistening with precum.

You grab it by the shaft and press it against his belly, your tongue snaking out to lick the warm warm flesh.

Then his hand is in your hair, and he's pulling you away from his dick. The pain makes you twinge between your legs and you look up at him.

Still open, you turn the corners of your mouth up into a small smile and close your eyes. There might be some fun to be had here aft--

Pain explodes on the side of your face. A loud slap fills the room. Warmth spreads across your cheek. You think you taste a little bit of blood. Maybe you bit the inside of your cheek when...

He slapped you. He SLAPPED you. 

You look up at him. He's looking down at you. No, he's looking down ON you. A sneer is on his lips.

"Did I say you could touch my cock, bitch?" He seethes. Seethes. He's speaking through clenched teeth; his hands are balled into fists, his whole body shaking like a tuning fork.

For the first time in, well, a long time, you're stunned.

"Whaa?" You croak, rubbing your cheek.

"I said, 'Did I say you could touch my cock with your dirty whore mouth, you fucking cunt?'"

"N--no, I--"

Another slap, this time on the other cheek. And then, another twinge down below. Your legs go weak for a moment, and not because of the force of the blow.

"No what?"

His hand in your hair again, pulling your head back, making you stumble backwards on the floor. Your head bangs the wood, makes you see stars for a second. "No," (and his hand, why is his hand sliding up your neck? Why is it squeezing) "what?"

Spots pop before your eyes. Your head pounds. Words flash by in your mind like strange multiple choice answers. Thank you? Please? Stop? Don't? Yellow? Red?

Sir?

"No... sir!" You gasp. Everything's going out of focus. You feel as if you're being pushed into the floor. The insides of your thighs are warm and wet. What the hell? Why?

He releases your throat and you gasp in relief. What the fuck is going on here? What's with this guy? Is he some crazed sex pervert? Is he going to rape you then k...

Wait, did you just think the word "pervert" like it was a bad thing? Aren't you a self described pervert? Aren't these the kind of stories that get you wet, that you grunt and pant to while you have a dildo ramming up your pussy and your fingers twisting and rubbing the shit out of your clit?

"Good." He says, and kisses you, hard. He's lying on top of you, crushing you, and his hand is on your throat once more. His tongue invades your mouth, his lips mash against yours and he sucks your tongue into his own, his teeth biting into it.

You gag from the choking and extension of your tongue. You feel the darkness close in around your temples.

And you awaken when his hand slides inside you. It slides in easily and god it feels good but in the back of your mind you wonder how his hand is in you when your pants are still on and you realize that you were unconscious you were unconscious with a strange man and he has taken off your clothes and why doesn't this frighten you and OH GOD THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOOOOD.

His hand--his four fingers are sliding in and out of your pussy, the knuckles from his index and pinky rubbing against your walls, and his thumb twirling your clit, banging it from side to side, sending shocks throughout your body.

God, you're wet. You feel your juices running down your thighs all the way to your knees.

Wait a minute. Your knees. You're on your knees. You open your eyes. Your glasses are missing. You can open one eye. The other one takes more effort. Something crusty has sealed your lid shut. You can feel it pulling against your eyelid as you try to open it. You try to rub your eye, but you can't. Your one good eye finally comes into focus and you see your wrists handcuffed to the crossbar of the bed. Above the bed is that damned art deco painting and in its reflection you can see your face. Your eye is crusted over alright, but it's not blood. Thank god for that, at least.

You lick your lips, breaking out in a cold sweat despite the heat between your legs. You taste something bleachy and salty on your mouth. 

He came on you while you were unconscious. On your face. At least he didn't hold your eye open when he did it.

You find yourself thinking "at least he'll be able to fuck me longer now that he got his first load out of the way" and then wonder why you're so eager to be fucked by some guy who just choked you to unconsciousness, took your clothes off, and chained you to his bed. This isn't right.

Is it?

His fingers slide under your nose and you jerk up, reflexively. You smell yourself on his fingers. Your own personal musk and it drives you even wilder. Your pussy spasms with each whiff.

"So the bitch is awake," he says, and pushes his fingers into your mouth, filling your throat. You begin to gag almost immediately but suppress it easily enough. Your tongue rubs against his hand, like a dog licking her master. 

His fingers are huge, all but blocking your air. Your mind is shot now, your throat filled with your taste, you lips wide open and pulsing, wanting more, you imagine his hands as the world's longest and thickest cock, and you want it. You need it. 

You suck on his hand, gulping for air, begging with your gagging to have more, more to fill your throat, to come in your stomach.

He smiles. The first time he's smiled since you came into the room, but it's not a pleasant smile. It's a predatory smile. The smile of a jackal, or a wolf. He has his prey, and she's not going anywhere.

Not that she wants to.

"I've been watching you, Slut." He says, stroking your hair gently as you suck on his hand. "All the munches, all the cons, all the play parties I've watched you. You were the one who everyone played with. You've had more types of sperm in you than a donor's cup at a sperm bank. You're the group's whore, their bike. Everyone's had a ride on you, haven't they?"

You hear the words, but don't care. This you-smelling hand tickling your trachea fills your mind. God, you want a cock inside you. A real one. Fucking shut up dude. Fucking fuck me, you fuck. Fucking take me and rape me and let me come all over that dick. I've seen it. I've smelled it. I want it. Give it to me. Stop talking and give it to me.

He removes his hand from your mouth. You think of closing your mouth on it, of trying to hold onto it with your teeth, but decide against it. Knowing this guy, he might decide to punch them in to have a better cocksucking experience.

"You don't remember me, do you, Slut?". He reaches under the bed. "I was there every night. I saw you getting spanked, getting fucked, getting bled. I would hear you getting fucked by three men in the next room, hear your delirious cries of ecstasy while they used every one of your holes. I would smell your wet cunt when you were whipped. 

"I've wanted you ever since I first heard you come, ever since I saw some man in a mask fuck your raw, red ass and when they removed the ball gag you only screamed to be fucked more."

His hand comes up from under the bed, and he has nipple clamps. These ones are different. They look like staple removers, but the curved 'fangs' are covered with rubber. He dangles them in front of you, a soft "clink clink" as they touch each other.

"But I knew you wouldn't be satisfied with some 'Master Average', with a fifty dollar crop and some toys he bought from an Adam and Eve store. No." He removes the rubber from the "teeth" and oh god, they look sharp. 

He drags the clamps along your thigh, your hip, and your waist. A thin firey line follows in its wake, and you know that those teeth pierced the skin like a pin through saran wrap. 

He traces the line with his tongue, licking up the blood that has welled to the surface. 

He licks his lips. "No, I know what gets you wet." And his hand slides along your back, down your crack, and back to your moist sex.

"Control." He says, and pulls your hair, drawing you to him.

"Pain." He whispers into your mouth and twists your clit between his knuckles, sending lightning bolts of pain up your body and into your brain, making you scream out.

He gasps at your scream, feeling the pain in your breath against his lips.

"And fear." He says. His hand clamps around your neck once more, and it's not a gentle squeeze this time. It's a full on choke. His other hand joins the first and he's pushing you back, making you arch your back, making you present your breasts to him, and it hurts. It hurts because your back isn't supposed to bed that way and your arms can only straighten out so much but dear god he's strong, and you want him all the same. You want to be the small cat being fucked by the panther. You want to be smothered by him, unable to escape.

The pressure on your throat eases, but he doesn't release you. With one hand holding you up, he grabs the evil looking clamps and holds them before you, making biting motions with them.

"I'm going to give you what you want, slut."

You nod. "Yes," you whisper.

In a flash in one swift motion, His hand leaves your throat and slaps your face, then returns to your neck.

"Yes, sir." You say, even before he asks for your correction.

"Good." He says once again. He opens the clamp's teeth, and places the four fangs against your nipple. Not the areola. The nipple.

"This is going to hurt, you know." He whispers, and you nod. "I know, sir. Please."

The pain is like nothing you've ever felt. Your nipples do not explode with delight, they explode with agony. The blades have pierced the skin, pinching it between each pair of fangs. A fresh piercing. That voice of reason, of logic, of sense, that voice that has long since said "fuck you, you're on your own" asks, almost dreamily if the clamps have been sanitized.

Who cares. The pain fills you, spills within you, running down to your pussy and out along your thighs. The second clamp goes on and you scream. He doesn't cover your mouth, and you know--god, how do you know you don't know but you know that his dick has gone from flaccid to rock hard at the instant you screamed.

Panting for breath, sweat dripping off your nose, you feel a tugging on your nipples. You open your eyes to see him tying fishing line from the clamps to the headboards' crossbar.

He finally lets go of your neck. You ease down, thankful to let your back relax, but the line tugs at the clamps, which pull at the skin inside your nipples, which sends fresh pain through your body again. 

Oh shit. Oh no.

He leans next to you and whispers in your ear. "I am going to fuck you with pain." And he bites your ear. Hard. He pulls on it with his teeth, and it still doesn't hurt as much as the pain surrounding your nipples.

Then he's behind you, and then he's in you and thank god he is. Thank god he finally shut up and gave you what you wanted.

And he's thrusting hard inside you, and it's pushing you forward, and the clamps are tearing at your nipples. You scream, and he only fucks you harder. Each slap of his hips to your ass, each slap of his balls on your clit makes the clips move, mixing the pain with the pleasure in a way you never thought possible. All you feel now is intensity. It no longer matters if it's good or bad, as long as it's strong.

He grunts from behind you, frustrated. "Dammit, bitch, you're too wet." And he pulls out. Pain fills you, drowning out the pleasure.

Then there's pressure at your asshole and you think to yourself, the coherent id-like part of yourself that is still inside you thinks to yourself "oh god, yes. Please. Fill it. Fuck it. I need to feel good again, please please pleeeeaaa"

His cock, already slick with your juices, slides slowly into your ass. First the head, and after only a second, he thrusts the rest of himself in you, and grabs your hair.

Another scream from your lips, and your knees buckle from the orgasm that rips through you. Your body tries to tense up, but doing so wakes up your friends the nipples, sending more pain throughout your body and prolonging the climax.

He begins to pound at your ass, grunting and pounding heavily now. Every thrust makes him pull your hair more, makes you pull against the clamps, makes you scream which makes him harder which makes him pull your hair as he fucks you...

Your scream doesn't stop. it rises and continues to rise with the rhythmic pounding, both inside and outside of you. It's a full bodied scream, not a pissy little quickie orgasm scream. This scream comes out from your centre, your soul. This scream is of the animal finally getting release, of the primal creature inside you finally coming out.

You come again, and he pulls your hair so hard it feels like the clamps' fangs are going to rip your nipples apart. Let them, you think. Let them, just fuck me. Just fuck me.

Your voice gives out finally as he begins to roar. Inspired by his animalism, you grunt as you slam your ass against him, grabbing onto his cock with your asshole. Your grunts grow louder and louder, grunting mixing in with roaring until his roar turns into a triumphant shout of finality.

He pulls out of you and you cry out from the sudden absence. His warm juice lands on your back and hair. Knowing that his essence is on your skin sends you towards another climax, this one shuddering, each pleasurable wave giving way to a wave of agony, which gave way to pleasure, then agony, then pleasure until nothing remained but the fiery ache of your nipples.

He is nice enough to remove the clamps ever so carefully, wiping up the blood and sterilizing the wounds with peroxide. It stings, but not the good kind of sting. But it's okay.

You fall asleep in his arms, sleeping to the soft, throbbing pound of your tortured breasts.

Now you two meet at least once a week, and whenever you part, something of yours is bruised, or bleeding, and your mind remembers hours of pain, fear and control. Gone are the days of safety, sanity, and consent. His actions are dangerous, even life threatening, but you know that he will never truly harm you, because you are the only one who wants it that way. His mixture of pain and pleasure is maddening, driving you to do things for him that you never thought you would do for anyone. And the only consent you give is for him to hurt you, to have complete control over you and that you will do anything for him, with no thought of how it may look, or feel, or how immoral it might be.

You have been rescued. Rescued from going from man to man, from munch to munch, looking for something to satisfy the hidden lusts and perversions that no one has ever seen. Rescued from looking for the next great high, from thinking 'there has to be more to the scene than this.'

He has rescued you from the mediocrity that surrounded you, and has wrapped you in a new world, and that world frightens you, entices you, and makes you feel more alive than you ever have.

You have been rescued.



The Rescue



Ellory thought back to the days when she was human. How long had it been? Years, to be sure. Maybe decades. The clothing on the men she'd rescued seemed to have changed since then. No more leggings and pantaloons: Now they all wore strange fabrics and styles she didn't recognize. This one seemed to have on some fancy black-and-white clothing, and the only thing in his pockets had been a hard little black box about the size of her hand, and it glowed with strange words when she touched it, but it didn't seem to do anything else.

The octogirl wrapped another of her tentacles around his chest to hold him steady while three of her tentacles stroked his genitals. The tentacle holding his hand to her ample breast loosened; he seemed to have gotten the idea, and he was playing with her nipple now. He was softer and gentler than some of the others she'd caught — he definitely wasn't a sailor. He'd fallen off that big white ship that had been passing by and seemed a little drunk when she found him. She wondered what they'd been doing there.

She'd rescued him, of course. Only six hundred forty-seven more rescues and the voodoo curse would be lifted and she'd be human again and could finally go home. But it got so lonely out here. And the witch-doctor hadn't said she couldn't have fun with the men she rescued, so she usually did. An orgasm or two or twelve couldn't hurt them before she dropped them off on one of the islands, could it?

He was getting close. For safety, she ordered one of her tentacles to reach up and take off his glasses, and loosen his bow-tie. She could taste the sweat on his chest through the suckers on her legs. He tasted delicious, sexy and sweaty and salty. He wasn't the most manly man she'd rescued; on land, he was probably a professor, or a rich man, and while he wasn't overweight, he wasn't exactly bulging muscle either. Still, he was cute enough to be worth her time. Not that there was really anything else for her to do out here but wait for the next man to fall overboard.

Oops! She ought to have been paying closer attention. His body tensed and he came, and she hadn't even gotten herself started. She could taste his cum landing all over her legs as he squirted again and again. It had a good flavor. Some of the other men had lived at sea too long, and had cum that was briny and fishy, but this man had been eating very well, and her suckers could taste the difference. She let her legs lick at the flavor, savoring it, wrapping them around him in a writhing, happy mass. It never tasted as good on her tongue as it did on her suckers.

She loosened her grip on him and laid him back on the beach. He was breathing hard, and looked exhausted. That was a shame; she'd hoped to get at least two or three out of him before she had to return him.

But maybe she could. After all, there was nowhere else for him to go on her deserted little island. He had no wedding ring; he didn't look attached to anyone. The octogirl could make this man her plaything until she was willing to let him go in a week or two. She'd been here for years, and had years to go; what harm was there in taking a little more time? She smiled and dove into the water in search of some lunch: With what she had planned for him, he was definitely going to need it.



The Rescue



Warning: starts with an attempted rape.

"Help! Mmpphf!"

Ben heard the cries for help as he jogged through a little-used part of the park. Rounding a bend, he saw two men assaulting a young woman. She was on the ground, with one man pulling her arms behind her head to hold her still. Her jeans had been pulled down by the second man who had dropped his own pants, and was getting ready to rape her. Her struggles were ineffectual against the two men, besides she looked pretty scrawny.

Without pausing to think Ben ran up to the man holding her hands, whose back was to him, and landed a swift powerful kick between his legs. With a screech he let go of her, dropping to the ground clutching his balls. The other man turned towards him, but was hampered by his pants around his ankles. Before he could react Ben had knocked him backwards with the palm of his hand, to land heavily on the ground. Before he could recover Ben dropped on top of him and kneed him hard in the balls.

Both men were now moaning on the ground, clutching themselves.

Ignoring them for a moment, Ben asked the girl, "Were these guys trying to rape you? Or was this some sort of game?"

With a look of horror she replied, "No game! I was taking a walk when they jumped me! I've never seen them before. Bastards!"

"Right, I'll fix them." Ben reached down to the nearest man, put strong hands around his throat and started throttling him.

Her eyes widened. "Stop! What they did was horrible but they don't deserve to die. Please."

"If you insist." Ben grabbed the man by the hair, smashed his fist into his nose, hearing it break. "If I ever see you again, I'll kill you, do you understand? Do you?" The man nodded weakly, grimacing in pain as blood ran down from his nose. Ben rammed his knee into the man's balls again.

The second would-be rapist got the same treatment. "Now, fuck off," Ben ordered them. They shambled away whimpering, clutching their faces and balls at the same time.

Ben turned to the girl, who had by this time pulled her jeans back up, and was looking at him with scared eyes. Would her rescuer try to rape her now they were alone? He certainly looked strong enough to manage it single-handed. But Ben smiled at her. "Come on, I'll walk you home. It's hardly safe out here for you today."

She nodded, smiled faintly. "Thanks. This way."

As they walked, Ben glanced at her. She seemed pretty in a fairly skinny way. He guessed she was in her early twenties. She had thin arms and legs, and not much in the way of tits. Oh well, he thought, everyone comes in a different size package, as he well knew.

They reached her apartment block. "I have an apartment upstairs," she said, "want to come up for a thank-you coffee?"

Ben looked doubtful. "Are you sure? You don't even know me."

"You could have had me in the park there, if you wanted to, so I may as well trust you. Come on up."

"OK then." They went inside.

In the apartment she offered him a chair, put the coffee on, and disappeared for a couple of minutes to clean up. Her clothes had been dirty and dishevelled from being thrown to the ground. She reappeared in fresh clothes, looking lovely, Ben thought.

She poured the coffee. "I'm Phoebe, thanks for what you did back there. I'll walk with a friend next time."

"I'm Ben. No problem, Phoebe. I don't like muggers and rapists. I did some martial arts training in the past."

They sipped in silence.

"I better go, you've had a rough day." Ben said, after a few minutes. He stood up, moved towards the door.

"You're a funny guy. You stand up for a strange girl, and then don't even try to make a pass at her."

He shrugged. "I'm not gay, if that's what you are hinting. This is hardly the time. Another time, maybe." 

She raised an eyebrow. "I'd like that. Maybe see you again? Thanks once more for saving me."

Ben left.

*

A couple of weeks had passed. Phoebe was feeling despondent. Her rescuer hadn't contacted her. She thought maybe there had been a spark there. Oh well, she thought, it had been nice for a few minutes. Maybe he liked bigger girls. Ones with larger breasts. Most men did.

That evening the intercom buzzer rang.

"Yeah?" she said into the speaker.

"Ben here," said the tinny voice. She buzzed him in, feeling suddenly hopeful.

"Come in," she invited, once he was at the door. She had just had time to throw on a smarter looking top.

"Thanks!" Ben came in and leaned down to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Just to prove I'm not gay," he smiled wickedly.

"That's hardly proof," she responded, grinning mischievously. "Take a seat. Want a beer?"

He nodded.

She got one for each of them. "I thought I wouldn't hear from you again. I don't usually invite men up here alone unless I know them well, but somehow I feel safe with you. Is that strange?"

"No, it's sensible. As for me, I'm only interested if the girl is willing." He glanced for a moment at her tits.

She frowned, looking pained.

"Oh, sorry," Ben apologised. "Can't help myself. I just like looking at them. It's a bit immature I know."

Phoebe's eyes moistened. "Perhaps you better go."

"What? I won't do it again, I promise."

"It's not that. I don't mind you looking. It's just that ..."

"What is it, then?"

She reddened. "I'll be straight with you. I owe you that much. I've had a few boyfriends. But once I take off my top they usually laugh and make rude remarks. And then leave. A couple of them fucked me, and then laughed and made rude remarks afterwards. That hurt, a lot."

"But why? From what I've seen your tits are OK. I've seen larger, but so what?"

"Er," she went a deeper red. "I have implants in my bra. There isn't much of the real me. I'm 21 years old, I'm not going to get any larger."

"So?"

"The first thing men do is stare at my tits, like they do to most women. That's the one part of me that is fake, that's what is infuriating. My face is real, my brain is real, my sense of humour is real. But my tits are fake, and I lose guys' interest before they find the real me." She started to cry quietly.

"OK, how about a movie? Then we can worry about what happens afterwards."

"No! I don't want to be taken out, have a wonderful evening, and then be dumped, like happens every other time. Sorry."

"Well, let's get things out in the open, so to speak. Let's take a look." He licked his lips.

She glared at him. "You'll be disappointed."

"I'll be the judge of that. Different guys have different tastes."

"OK, if you insist." She turned away from him, pulled her T-shirt over her head, slipped her bra off, and turned back. Her tits were indeed like small buds. She closed her eyes, couldn't meet his gaze.

"Closer," Ben requested from his chair. She moved forwards a step. "Closer. More."

She stood in front of him now, her tits just in front of his mouth. Gently he put his arm around her back, drew her against him, and kissed each one slowly. Her eyes opened at the unexpected pleasure of it.

"They're lovely," he told her. "Come sit on my lap." She sat. He kissed her tits again.

"But ..."

"Shhh." He moved up to her mouth. "Did my kisses feel nice?" She nodded quickly. "So that's all that counts. It felt nice to me too. Really nice." He kissed her mouth more deeply as she started to relax. 

As he kissed her she felt his hand move gently over her little breasts, gently teasing them. She felt herself getting hot. No man had ever taken that much effort over them. She didn't know it could be so nice. The heat spread through her body, between her legs. Overcome with a greater passion than she could remember she twisted to face him properly, straddling his legs, kissing him harder, pushing her tongue in deeply. She ground her hips against his, hoping to feel his response against her. Nothing yet.

She started unbuttoning his shirt. He grabbed her hands. "Wait. I've got my own confession to make."

"This isn't the time to tell me you really are gay, Buster."

"No, I'm not. But, um, er, ah ..." It was Ben's turn to go red. "I started doing martial arts because I got sick of the other guys making fun of me. Especially in the locker room at college, when we got changed for sport. You see, I, er, am a bit small, er, too."

She looked sympathetically at him. Finally someone who understood what it was like to be smaller than average. "Perhaps if I took a look?" she suggested hopefully.

"No, I couldn't! I'm too ashamed."

"Don't be such a baby. Besides, I let you look at my tits didn't I? Fair's fair. Drop them." She hopped off his lap, dragged him to his feet, and started undoing his pants.

"No, no, Phoebe. You don't understand." She glared at him. "Well, OK, you understand sort-of, but it's different for a guy."

"How?!" She worked the fly down, and got a good grip of his pants. The jeans slid down his legs. "Come on," she said, reaching for his jocks. "Let Auntie Phoebe take a good look ..."

She gazed at his cock. It was indeed smaller than others she had known, but she knew enough to know that by the time she had seen other guys' cocks they had usually been erect. This one wasn't, because he was so embarrassed. She leaned forwards and gave it a kiss, like he had done to her breast.

"Just relax," she said, placing her hands on his bum, and steadying him. She licked his cock for a few seconds, and then gently coaxed it inside her mouth with her tongue, enjoying the taste of man-sweat. As her tongue darted around, it started thickening, lengthening, in a very satisfactory way. Eventually she withdrew it from her mouth with a loud "plop!"

"You'll be fine," she reassured him, planting another big kiss on his mouth. "Now that we have got our 'fear of small things' out of the way, both of us, let's go out to that movie. Then when we get back, we can have some real fun."

"Er, must we?" Ben asked dreamily, his cock now sticking out at right-angles to his body.

"Sure, think of how much more --- excited --- we'll both be if we wait for a few hours. Come on, pull up those pants, let's go!"

"OK, on one condition. You leave that padded bra off. You don't need it, and I'd like to admire the 'real' you during the evening."

"No more fake tits? If you insist, lover-boy." She slipped her T-shirt back on, her little breasts just poking out of it. "But I'm putting a pullover on top, it's cold out there." With the loose pullover on, it was hard to tell exactly how big her tits were, so she felt comfortable being out in public.

*

He drove her to the local cinema, where they found a nice chick-flick, and sat in the back row. The lights went down, the watched the movie for a while, nestling in each others' arms. Ben had his arm around her, dropped his hand down inside her top, and gently felt and teased the closest tit. Meanwhile her hand found itself inside his pants and was responding in kind. She felt his cock getting larger and larger as she worked her hand backwards and forwards, his own hand moving more urgently around her tit. 

Halfway through the movie she whispered "let's get the fuck out of here!" He was glad to agree, and they slipped out of the cinema, found his car, and drove home snappily. She had her hand around his cock the whole way, not wanting it to go back down.

As soon as they shut the apartment door behind them, she dragged his shirt off and launched herself at him hungrily. She was light enough that she could wrap her legs right around him, and clung to him tightly. He stumbled down to the bedroom with her legs locked around him, his powerful arms holding her tightly. He dropped her onto the bed, and pulled her T-shirt over her head, pausing to admire her tiny tits. Dropping on top of her he kissed them, licked them, darted his tongue over and around them. His hips ground into her crotch as she clamped onto his bum, digging her fingers in as hard as she could.

She managed to work her hands under his jeans and found his bare bum, and gripped it, stroked it, caressed it.

"Let's get these bloody clothes off," he muttered, feeling his cock throbbing uncomfortably into his pants.

"With pleasure," she responded. They unclinched for the few seconds necessary to achieve this, and embraced closely. She felt his cock pushing up against her, seeking her opening urgently. She felt wet. Hot. Hot and wet. With her hands pulling hard on his bum she guided his cockhead to push, rub, slide over her clit. The compactness of his cock helped here. It pushed against her so wonderfully that she gripped him hard, yelled into his ear, and came very quickly.

Repositioning slightly he slid into her properly, deeper than he would have thought he could. Pushing hard, holding her tight in his strong arms, he felt her clenching against him as he spurted his cum deeply into her. They relaxed a bit, sweat mingling, the smell of sex in the air.

"That was nice," Ben said, holding her tightly. "You seem to bring out the best in me."

"You too," Phoebe responded, snuggling up into his arms. Their initial passion spent, they enjoyed the next half an hour gently touching, kissing, and feeling each others' bodies. 

After doing this for a while, Phoebe could feel Ben's cock hardening up again as it pressed against her stomach. The first fuck had been so much fun she wanted to encourage another one. She squirmed around, rubbing herself against him, feeling his cock thickening even more.

Ben responded by gripping her bum cheeks, massaging them, slipping his hands around them to approach her warm, wet entrance. As he moved his hands around he felt her squirming increase in intensity, her breathing getting faster. Her eyes were shut. He paused for a moment.

"Keep going," she begged urgently, opening her eyes and looking into his imploringly.

He slipped down next to her so that he could use one hand for her cunt, one for one breast and his mouth for the other breast. Those breasts might be small but they were very sensitive. As his hand tweaked, and his mouth sucked, his other hand felt the wetness, and felt her pushing herself into it.

He pushed one finger in, felt her urgency increase. A second finger followed. He glanced up at her eyes. She seemed to be in a trance, mouth open, breathing quickly. He pushed in a third finger and was rewarded with a deep intake of breath. Finally he got all four fingers inside her, and used his thumb on her clit. She was so wet he could twist his hand around inside her, rubbing her clit at the same time.

"Ah, ah, ah!" she screamed, hips bucking up and down. It was all he could do to keep his mouth on her tit, and his tongue darting and flicking around. He concentrated hard on pleasing her, but at the same time felt his cock get painfully erect, pushing hard into her side as he clamped her against him with the arm that was around her.

Without conscious thought, he was rubbing himself up and down her thigh, his cock sandwiched between her leg and him. As she screamed into another intense orgasm he kept rubbing himself frantically against her, spurting his cum straight up her side. Like her, he was no longer thinking, just feeling. Just feeling the sex.

After their joint orgasm they felt wet and slippery. Sweat, cum, pussy juice, all mixed together and spread over them, over his hands, over her legs, everywhere. He collapsed onto his back, exhausted. After a minute she smiled, slid on top of him with legs astride. She sat with her cunt against his now limp cock, put her hands on his chest and smiled. Smiled as she wriggled around, putting pressure back on his cock. Very pleasurable pressure. It stayed fairly limp, but she could feel it pushing against her pussy lips, against her clit. She was happy to just stay there, moving her hips gently and enjoy the sensation.

With the attention his cock was getting Ben roused himself from his post-fuck nap, reached up and rubbed his hands over her small tits. She smiled with pleasure.

"We seem to make a good pair in bed," she grinned at him. "Stay the night, huh?"

"Love to," he replied. "Now maybe let's get some sleep before you wear me out." Running his hands up her side, he wrestled her off him, they lay side-by-side and drifted off to sleep companiably.

*

Next morning, over breakfast Phoebe asked, "So do you think I should get breast implants? I haven't wanted to so far."

"Fuck no! You are great as you are. Everyone comes in different shapes and sizes, the important thing is to be yourself. And your 'self' is great!"

"I was hoping you would say that. And I like you the way you are. I have to go to work soon. Want to drop around again tonight?"

"Love to."

And so started a beautiful friendship.



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The Ultimate Seduction Pt. 01



 All the characters in the story are above 18.

*****

It all started when I met Adam Smith on the very first day of my college. He was smart, handsome, amazing and really sexy. If I call him a perfect male package, it won't be wrong. We started dating soon, and became an exclusive couple by second year of college. Those days were the best of my life. I used to think that Adam was the best thing ever happened to me. And the sex...

He was like a Sex God. The way he fucked me, it was amazing. After 3 years of being romantically involved we got married. The honeymoon phase was really awesome but slowly things started to change. Adam changed. He got more involved in work, and started neglecting me. At first I thought that it's just another phase and will be pass soon. But as the time went by, he grew more workaholic and the Adam I felt in love with was lost.

Not only I missed the romance, the emotional support but I was also sexually frustrated. Six months without sex felt like six damn long years. I was desperate, needed sex like I needed air. I tried to pleasure myself, using my hands. At nights, when Adam slept by side soundly, I used my hands to caress my breasts. It felt good to do that, so I pressed harder and teased my nipple and the areola. The sensation was wonderful. My nipples felt so hard, erect, ready to be sucked. But the person whom I wanted suck my nipples, kiss my breasts was soundly sleeping, totally unaware of my desperate sexual state.

For days, I used to massage my breasts, sometimes use my own saliva to wet them, and then pinch them. The painful pleasure burned me. It was great but not wonderful. Days went by, but Adam was just working. So I decided to let my hands travel south. Adam was on a 3 day business trip that time, late night I laid naked on the bed and started rubbing my clit. It felt good. I had to use my saliva to wet the little bundle of pleasure. That night I first time fucked myself using my fingers.

But it wasn't enough for me. I needed more.

And it happened when Adam had to go for a eight months business trip to another country. He said that he couldn't leave me alone like that. I got hopeful thinking he would take me with him, but he didn't. He asked me to go and like with his grandfather whom he called Dad. That's because after his parents did his grandfather took him in, and raised to be the man I fell in love with.

I had only met his Dad twice in the 2 years of our marriage. He lived miles apart and was kind of introvert type, man of few words I could say. He's almost 77 years old. Half bald, his hair all white with some traces of gray in them. His skin wrinkled like a crushed and crumbled paper.

There was no point in arguing with Adam, he was stubborn like hell. So much to my disappointment I agreed to go and live with his Dad for the next eight months.

The first night with Adam's Dad, after Adam left, I made dinner for both of us. When they say that oldie's got this sixth sense, they said it right. Adam's Dad sensed that something was wrong with me, so when we sat on the dining table, he asked me about it;

"Sophie, is everything okay between you and Adam?" he asked.

I was startled at his blunt question, I coughed a little and the replied "Ah, yes. Everything is okay."

Guess he wasn't convinced, so he asked again "Sophie, I can see the sadness on your face. Tell me about it. Maybe I can help."

I was close to tears, lately Adam and my relationship was not as good as before. "I am fine Dad."

"I don't believe you." he stood up from his chair and came towards mine. He sat on the chair beside me, and said "Sophie. Tell me."

And so I did, I told him about Adam being a workaholic, him ignoring me, neglecting my needs, I deliberately excluded the sexual part of it. At the end of the story, I was silently crying. Mr. Smith stared rubbing my arm to console me, but the gesture elicited something else in me.

"Don't cry Sophie." he wiped my tears. His touch burned me, and left me confused. My response to his touches was beginning to embarrass me.

"I will talk to him about it. He can't do this to his wife." he said, then hugged me sideways. "Now smile and have your dinner."

Maybe I was happy that he would explain things to Adam, or I just wanted a man's touch, I hugged him hard. Wrapped my arms around his neck, my breasts in contact with his chest. I heard his audible gasp, but didn't move back.

"Thank you, thank you so much." I said. But still felt unable to let go. I was feeling a man after so long, I could hardly resist. My hands involuntarily wandered all over his back and I wriggled lightly along his body. Creating a friction between my breasts and his chest.

"Oh Sophie." I heard him. That startled me out of my sexual haze. I moved back and apologized to him. He laughed it off saying that I just too excited about Adam stuff.

Late that night, as I laid on the bed, I pleasured myself again but my thoughts always wandered back to Mr. Smith's body against mine. His hands on my body and mine on his. I felt so embarrassed, as I fucked my pussy thinking about Mr. Smith instead of Adam.

It all didn't stop here. After 3 days of being pleasuring, fucking and cumming, thinking about Mr. Smith, that day, changed my life forever. A new personality came out of me, that I didn't knew, was hiding beneath my good girl, good wife persona.

That day I was helping Mary, the housemaid clean the house. She was in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes and stuff, and I went inside Mr. Smith's room, as I wanted to ask him about what would he like to have for breakfast.

And that was the turning point. As I entered his room, I was greeted by the sight of his naked self. The door to the adjoining bathroom was fully open and I could see Mr. Smith in the shower stall, stark naked.

That was my undoing. He was naked, wet, man. I was sexually deprived, thirsty, needy woman. I slowly closed the door of his room, and started stripping. Don't know what I was think that time, my thirst for sex, for Mr. Smith's cock to be buried inside my wet pussy was so much, I could hardly think.

At first I just stood close to the bathroom door, and stared at him, showering. As he moved his hands over his body, I moved mine over my body. I caressed my breasts my flat stomach, and rubbed my clit vigorously. Biting my lip to muffle my moans, not wanting to alert him. But as soon as he touched his dick to clean himself, I was long lost.

I stepped behind him under the shower stall and wrapped my arms around him from behind. He turned around startled and gasped as he saw me naked and in front of him.

"Sophie!" he made a shrieking noise. "What are you doing here.." he glanced at me from head to toe and then back "..like this?"

I started rubbing my hands over his chest "Daddy.." I closed the space between us "I didn't told you a little part of my story.." I rubbed myself on him.

"Adam has been ignoring my sexual needs too. I am in desperate need of sex Daddy. Will you fuck me?" I asked.

He gasped again "Sophie this is wrong. You are Adam's wife."

I whined and tip-toed to kiss his jaw "And he ignores me like hell. I want you Daddy. Please do me."

"Sophie.." he groaned.

"My lips hurt Daddy, they need to be kissed. They burn... please cool the burning with your lips. Kiss me, Daddy."

"Sophie this is wrong. You are doing wrong to Adam." he said and tried to pull back, but my sexual hunger had overpowered my senses enough to let him go.

"This isn't wrong. Having sex isn't wrong Daddy. You are a man and I am a woman, sex is natural. Please Daddy." I took his left hand and placed it on my breast. "Can you feel the heat Daddy?" I asked, he moaned.

Using my hand over his, I made him rub my breast "My breast needs to be rubbed harder Daddy. Touch them please, rub them harder." I removed my hand and let him do the rubbing himself. He dug his fingers in my plump breasts and rubbed the harder. Just as I wanted.

"Uuumm...yes, just like that. Your hand on my breast feels amazing Daddy. Press more harder." and he did. God I was loving the feel of his hand.

After few minutes, I took his left hand off my breast and said "Daddy, look at my brownish pink nipple, it's all erect. It needs to be sucked. Can you put your hot mouth over my nipple. See it's begging for your mouth, your tongue and teeth." I slowly lowered his head over my nipple. He opened his mouth and took the erect, hard bud in his deliciously hot mouth.

"Oh Daddy! It feels so great, your mouth feels awesome. Suck on my nipple like a baby. Please me Daddy." and oh boy, did he did that, oh yes he did.

"Use your teeth to pinch them, they are bad babies. Punish them using your teeth and then soothe them with another suck."

He did as I told him to do. Being sucked on felt wonderful, it did wicked things to me "Don't ignore my other breast. It also needs Daddy's attention too." I said but he ignored me. He was too involved sucking the nipple that he had in his hot mouth.

I whimpered needing him so badly "Oh Daddy!", I moaned, and clutched his head to my chest, wanting so much more. Him pinched my nipple between his teeth, I could feel my pussy walls clench and leaking my juices. I was wet inside.

"Daddy, rub the other one too..please!" I cried. And thank God, he placed his other hand over my breast. As he sucked on one, he caressed and rubbed the other one. I was in sex heaven. "Daddy.." I rubbed my swollen pussy over his cock.

I was rewarded with a painful throaty groan "Ah! So wet." he said as he gave my left breast a last lick and moved his mouth over the right one.

He kissed the nipple, and pinched the other one "You have the perfect tits. More than handful. Sophie oh Sophie, you got wonderful breasts. Round and full, and your nipple.." he pressed both my breasts together, bringing both the nipples close, and then gave them both a wet lick. "Oh Daddy! You are so great at this."

"You like my tits?"

"I love them!" he licked them again.

I was moaning uncontrollably, Daddy was so good at this. I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast.

"Sophie.." he breathed as he released my breasts out of his hold "Are you enjoying my touch? My licks?"

"So much Daddy, can't describe how good you feel."

"Adam can't know about this.." he said caressing my stomach. "Don't worry Daddy, it will be our secret."

"Good girl."

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Why did you stop? Down there, my pussy needs your touch as well. See I am soaked." I parted the outer lips of my pussy to show him the creamy juices that coated my labia and vagina.

"Oh yes!" he bent on his knees in front of me and nuzzled my pussy "You are a dirty little whore Sophie. You want to be my dirty whore?" he asked as he gave my pussy a lick, coating his tongue with my juices.

"Yes Daddy, I want to. Please fuck me Daddy. Don't hold back."

And so he did. He nuzzled my pussy, then licked it all over, outside. Used his hands to part my outer lips and flicked his tongue all over inside my wet pussy. I held his shoulders for support, and rode his mouth like a whore I was turning out to be. Daddy then bit my labia, it was so erotic. And caused a burning sensation which he soothed down with his licks. After teasing me for a while, he then moved a little upwards to suck the swollen bundle of nerves, my clitoris.

After a lick or two, and a little nip and it, he removed his mouth and replaced it with his fingers. He started rubbing my clit slowly, teasingly. He moved his fingers diagonally over it. I cried, it was tingling, I could feel my walls clench in need to hold something.

"Daddy, finger fuck me, please."

He slowly eased two fingers inside me, not one. With his mouth he continued to lick my pussy and my clit, and fingered my vaginal opening.

"Oh Daddy!"

He then added another finger. His three fingers pumping inside me, fucking me wildly. As I neared my climax, I started thrashing, riding his mouth and fingers. A harsh thrust of his fingers and I came, came incredibly. I had never had such a powerful orgasm before, it felt incredible but equally exhaustive. My spasms lasted for few more minutes, after that I leaned down slowly.

"I love your taste Sophie, it's addictive." he said licking his lips. I could see the traces of my cream over his lips.

"I want a taste too Daddy. You didn't kiss me."

"I will do now.."

"Please kiss me Daddy, and then fuck me. Please."

"Come here." he asked me, as she spread his legs and caressed his erect cock. Good lord he was bigger than Adam. I hastily went close and sat over his steel hard cock. We both groaned at the pleasure as his bare cock entered my vagina, all the way inside in just one swift thrust.

"Feel good?" he asked against my lips.

I nodded and put my lips harshly over his. He kissed me and thrust inside me at the same time. It was an incredible feeling. His dick felt good inside me, hard, and velvety.

"Sophie, you feel good.." a sharp thrust "Your vagina wants to hold on me, it's clenching and squeezing my cock. I am loving it." he raised my legs higher and pounded more hardly. 

"Oh Daddy!" I cried as he bit my lips and tongued my mouth, sucking on my tongue and pounding inside me in a rhythm. We kissed and fucked just like that. I could feel another orgasm wanting to flow out of him.

"I am cumming Daddy. Do it more harder...Yes!! Just like that."

"Sophie.." he kissed me again, silencing me with his lips over mine, his tongue battling with mine "Even I am close, fuck..I want to shoot my semen inside you. Accept my seed in you baby."

"Yes, Daddy..yes.."

A few more thrusts and we both came together, hard, very hard. His hot liquid seed feeding the fire inside me, and my pussy milking his cock. It took us ten minutes to cool off the post-fuck state.

He hugged me closer and spoke in my ear "Sophie, my dirty whore. You loved how I fucked you?"

"Yes." I admitted.

"Do you want to do it again?"

"Yes, please."

"Good, I am planning to fuck you every day in these eight months before Adam comes back. Okay?"

"Oh Daddy, you are so dirty. I love the idea."

"Dirty whore's, dirty Daddy. " he said, as he nuzzled his nose with mine, and I giggled.

We stayed just like that for few more minutes, holding each other close. This was just the start, so much more to come. I was going to be thoroughly fucked again and again. And I counted on that. It's Daddy and mine, dirty little secret.

It's been just few hours, that Daddy fucked me, and I am eagerly waiting for what he will do to me next and when will he do me.

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The Ultimate Seduction Pt. 02



All characters in the story are above 18.

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"Sophie, come here." Daddy's voice brought me out of my dirty, sexy memories of him and me fucking. I looked up and saw him gesturing me to come close and sit on his thigh. Anticipation filled me. Will he do it again? Fuck me? With butterflies dancing inside my stomach, I stood up and took steps towards him. He was now dressed in his usual clothes. Pants and a button down shirt. Those simple clothes appeared sexy on him but were also the object of my distaste as they were a barrier between me and his wrinkled loose skin. It has a lovely texture I tell you.

I just went and stood before him, breathing the desire, as he brought out a paper and a pen. What was he planning to do?

"Sophie, after what happened today, I thought about drawing a little plan for the next 8 months. I have wanted you for such long time, and now when I have you, I am planning to enjoy fucking you every day. You want me whore? You want the pleasure of my cock, my body?" he asked.

I shuddered and breathed out "Yes."

"God." he placed the paper on the coffee table and started writing something "If you want so, then you have to follow certain rules and we should agree up-on some things. What say?"

My legs wobbled, heart rate high, anticipation and sexual desire clawing my insides.

"From now, Mary will come only once a month to clean the whole house, you can cook right?! So you will. I don't want someone like Mary to invade our privacy. Agreed?" he said as he wrote the same thing on the paper.

"Yes." I inched closer to him.

"Say bye bye to your panties, you won't need them. I need an easy access to your body." he said, eyeing my lower body.

I swiftly got rid of my underwear and threw it aside "Consider it done." I let out a harsh sigh.

"Sophie, oh Sophie...show me your pussy." he said, putting the pen aside.

I lifted my skirt, giving him a view to my already wet pussy. Even his words did magic on me. He raised his left hand and gently caressed the skin and started writing again "Hhhmm..it isn't enough. You will stay naked most of the time or wear clothes of my choice, will you?"

"Yes..." breathing was now getting difficult.

He gave my pussy a brief caress and then pulled his hand away "So what are you waiting for? Strip now." he ordered as I followed.

I took my time in stripping clothes off my body, and he continued with his list "We will try different sex positions, and you will let me fuck you as I want, when I want and how I want."

"Yes.." I unfastened my bra and dropped it on the floor. His eyes were glued to the little piece of paper.

"You will sleep with me in my room and take shower and bath with me."

"Yes, oh yes.." I moaned rubbing the underside of my breasts.

"Sophie, have you ever been with a girl?"

That startled me, a girl, sex with a girl "No." I whispered softly.

"Great, we will do it now."

"What?"

"You heard me, Sophie. You know why I hadn't ever visited you and Adam? I wanted to fuck you senseless the day I met you. You starred in all my sexual fantasies. Do you think if I am old, I don't crave for sex? I do. I like my bitches and whores young. And I like to play with more than one at a time. Agree or forget me fucking you." he exclaimed.

"No..please!" I begged "I'll do as you say."

"That's like my whore. Now where were we, ah yes, we'll also play using sex toys and last one, I sometimes crave to be a dominant Sophie. If we indulge in BDSM, would you like it?"

"With you? Yes..very much Daddy." I moaned softly, pinching my now erect nipples.

"Good. Now when all the paper work is done. I want you to please me Sophie. earlier I pleased you with my touch, now it's your turn to return the favor back. Please me young Sophie. Please you Daddy."

"How?" I asked leaning over him.

"Undress me." I did.

"Bend on your knees and pleasure my cock first."

I could feel my eyes roll back in pleasure. Earlier when we fucked, I hadn't noticed his cock that much. But now, when in my peripheral vision, his cock stood proud and heard, reaching up-to his navel, I could feel my clit getting hard and swollen. 

I slowly caressed his cock using my fingers and scraped my nails lightly over it. Daddy made himself more comfortable on the love seat he was sitting on and gave me a nod to continue. I then took his cock in my left hand and brought in against my lips. Close but still not touching. Using my right hand I caressed his balls that were little hairy as I fondled his cock using my left hand. Up down up down up. I lovingly caressed his cock for a minute or so and then gave the base a light squeeze.

Daddy moaned softly, that made me glance up and look at his face. Pure pleasure. Unadulterated lust.

I gathered my saliva on the tip of my tongue and gave Daddy's cock a wet lick, smearing my saliva over his beautiful cock. He shuddered in response and I massaged his cock using my saliva as a lubricant. His cock hot and hard felt like a hot iron rod covered in a wonderfully textured cloth.

"Enough with the fondling. Open your mouth and take me in."

I let out a moan that sounded much like a mewl. I opened my lips a bit and gave the head of his cock a teeny tiny kiss. Slowly I took the head in my mouth and sucked on it like a greedy bitch I was. After few lick, I felt a some saltiness on my tongue, teasing my taste-buds. Realization dawned up on me. It was his pre-cum. I groaned in pleasure, wanting more taste of his.

I kept my pace slow but took him all in at on. Right till the base of his hard cock. Even after experience of having Adam's cock full in my mouth, I still gagged a little. Daddy was after-all bigger and huge than Adam. Inch by inch, I then slid his cock out of my mouth. And then took him again and then again. My pace increased and I was now massaging his balls with my left hand, scratching and clawing his thigh with the right one and fucking his cock, hard and fast with my mouth.

It took 10 minutes of licking, kissing, massaging, in short fucking his cock and then he came. 

"Swallow it all baby."

Long ropes of his semen hit the back of my throat and I swallowed it all, savoring the taste. Um-yum, Daddy tastes good.

I gazed up and saw the post-masturbation look on Daddy's face. His eyes closed, head leaning back, mouth hung open, breathing harsh and the light sweat over his body. That sight, God! My pussy was throbbing with need now.

"Wow. It was incredible, so much more than I had ever imagined."

"I am glad I could please you like that Daddy. Now please fuck my pussy. See it's weeping," I entered a finger inside my pussy, getting on my leaking juicy cream and raised my fingers against his mouth. "And is begging you to fuck it."

Daddy didn't replied but just smirked "Not this soon Sophie. You haven't pleased me enough. Let's see if you could get me hard again."

I whimpered "Please."

"Sophie, dear Sophie. Come with me." he took my hand and lightly dragged me along him to the dinning table. He himself sat on a chair and told me to sit on the table. Shit! What was he going to do? Anticipation fueled my throbbing need.

"Spread your legs and pleasure yourself. Let's see if you masturbating can make me hard again."

I got nervous. "Daddy..I don't.."

"Don't tell me you haven't ever pleasure yourself Sophie. From the day you have come to stay with me, I daily watch you pleasure yourself. Fuck that sexy pussy with your fingers."

"How?" I managed to breath out.

"I told you before, I have wanted you from the moment my eyes landed on you. So when Adam told me that you are coming to stay with me, I had planted a secret camera."

I should be offended by that. Got, not only offended, but mortified and angry to, but the sexual fog that engulfed me had overpowered my senses and my rationality. Instead of getting mad at him, I moaned loudly out of sheer pleasure. Pretty fucked up, ain't I?

"Now pleasure yourself sweet Sophie. Give me What I want."

And so I did. After 12 minutes of rubbing my clit and vulva, fucking myself with my fingers, I squirted all over him. The orgasm was hard, and powerful than any I ever had. So powerful that I squirted my cum over him.

My legs wobbled and I laid on the dinning table, my legs still spread, bits of cum still gushing out of me. I close my eyes and gathered my breath. After about few seconds I felt Daddy's cock sliding into me. God that burned. It hurt a little, burned lightly but all over it was a pleasurable pain. 

It didn't took us long. We both had masturbated and were really hungry for the final meal. Daddy fucked me hard and fast and soon enough we both came together. Drained out of energy, we laid on the dinning table, together. Good thing that it was huge in length and width, enough to accommodate two sexually sated people on it.



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Thicker than Blood



CHAPTER ONE: 1974—1985 . . .

They say that blood is thicker than water, and I guess that's so. Still, water evaporates, and the supply of blood for any one individual is limited. But, the feelings one has for the love of his or her life never evaporates and has no limit, none. I am living testimony to that great truth.

My dad, Philby Carter, married Xena Westbrook in 1964. I came along a year later, and joined my brother—a product of mom's first marriage—Ronald Carter completing the family Carter. Oh, we had relatives, chief among them mom's sister Aunt Delia. But, our nuclear family was complete with the final addition of me.

My brother was nine years older than me and he had my back from day one. Mom used to say that he could change diapers better than she could; I think she was kidding. But, there was no doubt that Ron and I were tight. Oh, and I'm David Carter.

I never met Ron's Dad. Never knew much about him, and, as was the case, neither did Ronald. The story was that he was a big guy and handsome; and, he was a player who abandoned mom and child after a year of more or less worthless fatherhood.

Physically, I was a little guy compared to my brother: he turned out to be six-two and a hard body; me, five-six, and slight of build. I guess the two of us most resembled our dads.

******

My earliest memory of Ronald and me goes back to my days in grammar school, fourth grade actually. At the time he was a senior at Central High. He was mister all everything there: football, class vice president, lead in the senior play; oh, and real popular with the girls.

Jenna Kirby was arguably the prettiest girl on planet earth, or so I thought, and she was Ronald's personal arm candy. Well, she was until she caught him making out with Sofie Matson. I was there when she told him to take a hike—her exact words actually. But that was Ronald, a player; guess he inherited that little trait from his daddy. At any rate there was always a girl on his arm and he wasn't selfish. Hell no, he set me up with my first two dates! I always suspected he paid them to go out with me, just kidding! I was actually pretty good looking for a short skinny guy.

No, truth was that I had dates, plenty of them; not as many, nor with as many different girls as Ron; but, chopped liver I certainly was not. Oh, and I was better looking than him; well, at least that's the story I'm sticking with.

******

Ron met the woman that everyone thought was the love of his life in 1979 I think it was. The got married in 1980. Big ceremony, high hopes, and for the next few years things looked rosy as heck. But, well, I guess it's true what they say about leopards. Madeleine caught him in bed with her best friend, and as had Jenna Kirby before her, told him to take a hike. I know for a fact he shed a few tears over her; she really was a winner.

The upside to his divorce was that there was no alimony: she made more money than he did. He worked as a used car salesman at the time, pure commission. He was pretty good at it but Madeleine had a steady job as a bartender and a week's tips alone for her could be as much as Ronnie made in a month, well, at the time.

Maddie and Ronnie had no children, her decision; Ronnie wanted them, and he wanted them badly. But, Maddie ruled the nest, well, until she didn't. At any rate daddyhood may have been denied him, but the desire to be a daddy, incongruous as it sounds considering what a womanizer he was, only grew over time.

Singlehood did seem to work for Ronald. After his divorce he dove into his job like a wild man to help him forget his lost love. He became so good at, selling cars, that dad gave him the seed money—he did have to take out a second mortgage to do it—to get started in his own business, yeah, used car sales.

What also came of his success was a big head. He had women around all of the time. Kind of scandalous actually. He never tired of giving his little brother, me, advice on women. "Find yourself a soulmate, bro," he'd say. Ala high school days, he even set me up with a couple of "nice" girls; read girls who wouldn't put out. 

Why he was so interested in getting me married was a mystery to me. He, on the other hand, in spite of his mania to become a daddy and it was a mania in his case, did not seem in a hurry to get married again. Most of us in the family thought it was because he just couldn't get over losing Madeleine. Well, she had been a stunner. Of course, he would eventually marry, and that little reality would be at base the cause of everything else this story's about.

CHAPTER TWO: 1987

The wedding reception was going strong. The champagne was flowing. The bride and the bridesmaids were carousing and dancing, and the groom and his entourage were doing their thing out on the patio. 

It'd been a largish wedding, a couple of hundred in attendance. But, as far as David, me, age twenty-two, unmarried and wished he was, married that is, was concerned there was just one guest he would ever remember, and he is slow dancing with her at this very moment.

"So, you're a warehouseman, David," said Stacey Wilcox. "I guess I don't have to worry about you wanting to show me your etchings." She laughed.

"Yes, been in the business since high school. My dad got me the job; he'd worked for Ferguson forever. And no, no etchings; but I'd like to tell you about the new headers on my car," I said, "you know over coffee or lunch or something."

"Oohee," she screamed , in simulated joy, "can't wait to hear about those."

"Yes, well the extra power I get from the reduced back pressure from the manifold is most definitely worth a good 'ole rousing oohee!" I said.

"Hmm, well, if you're job pays you enough to afford me, you can take me out to dinner tomorrow night," she said. 

I admit it, I blinked when she said that. I mean, was she putting a move on me? But, I recovered pretty damn quickly.

"Hmm, I love an unabashed gold digger," I said. Now she broke up laughing.

******

The next night happened to be Sunday night. I had to work the next day, but as I discovered, she didn't; she had Mondays off. She was a waitress at Mahoney's B&G.

Dinner at the Silver Spur was good. The dancing was even better. And, while I didn't have any etchings to contribute to my campaign to bed her, she evidently didn't see a problem. And no, the new headers on my car didn't get a mention either.

We lay side by side utterly exhausted. Her breasts were heaving. I didn't understand that one; I mean I was the one who'd done all the work, and man had it ever been worth it!

"That was the best sex ever," I said. "I hope it was okay for you too."

"Hmm, it was very good, David, thank you," she said.

I thought it was interesting that she didn't say that it was the best sex that she'd ever had, but, I guess honesty is the best policy; and, she had said it was very good. Well, and we were both only twenty-two years old, so what did we know.

"Was it good enough to get a second date?" I said. She rolled over and looked me right in the eyes. 

"Damn straight it was," she said. "I'm just glad as can be that you noticed me at the reception and decided to ask me out."

"Me too, but truth told, it would have been real hard to not notice you," I said. "You were without a doubt the best thing at that little gala, no doubt about it."

She laughed. "Well, thank you for that," she said.

"If you're clear this coming weekend there is a little family get together. You know the barbecue bit and such. I'd kinda like to show you off if you'd be up for it," I said.

"Of course," she said. "I'd be delighted. Formal or informal?"

"Very informal," I said. "Pick you up at high noon?"

"Sounds good," she said. "I'd love to meet your family."

Oh boy, this was the woman for me, no freakin' doubt about it. I had to have her. Nothing else in the world mattered and iota: Stacey was the one.

******

I was proud of myself. I'd actually found a woman who I could not only be proud of, because she was such a looker and such a fun person, but also because she was going to be supremely popular with the family. My much older brother, ten years older, especially, would be thrilled I'd finally found someone to latch onto. He'd been bugging me about finding the right woman in forever, hypocrite and womanizer though he was and had long been.

Oh, he'd, had my brother, had a winner in Madelaine, his now ex-wife. But, he'd soured that in almost no time cheating on her with damn near every pussy in sight. She'd finally caught him of course; he wasn't especially cautious in his antics. She'd divorced his cheating ass, she had, thereinafter, disappeared into the eternal ether of the cosmos never to be seen again, well, by any of us. 

I pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building. I wanted to kick myself for not bringing flowers for her, the universal sign of slavery for future husbands. But, I'd be making it up to her in spades for damn sure.

Parked, I headed for her second floor walkup. I knocked. I could hear footsteps. The door opened and I couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. I think I stared for a full minute before squeaking out my prepared greeting.

"Ready to go?" I said. She could see I was distressed. She giggled, but only slightly.

"Sure thing, sailor," she said.

She stepped back inside momentarily leaving me at the door waiting for the best part of fifteen seconds. She'd grabbed her purse and sweater and we were on our way.

"You are absolutely gorgeous today," I said. "I mean you're always gonna be gorgeous but today I'd be afraid to allow you out into traffic. I mean if I had anything to say about allowing you out. I mean—oh heck, I don't know what I mean." Now she laughed. 

"Relax handsome. I just hope your family likes me," she said.

"Not a worry in the world about that one," I said. And, boy was that ever the truth. 

"Well, good," she said.

We'd known each other for almost no time to speak of, but I was already practicing the proposal of marriage speech I was going to make to her. I was just hoping and praying that I wouldn't make a fool of myself in the doing of it.

The barbecue was already going when we arrived. Mom and dad were inside: Mom in the kitchen and dad on the service porch messing with coolers full of beer and soda pop. Ronald, my brother, and a couple of cousins, Mike Carter and Bill Carter, were present as were their wives, Marilee and Jennifer along with their kids; all four of whom were engaged in making as much racket as they could. Mike was currently busy tending to the fires and the meat being toasted on them. 

I strode up to the fire pit and, smiling broadly, got my erstwhile brother's, who was nearby, attention. "Ronald," I said, "I'd like you to meet the girl you warned me about." He turned to see us and his mouth shot open and didn't immediately close.

"Holy mackerel, David, you don't deserve a girl this pretty, not even," he said. 

"I have to agree with you there, brother dearest. But, quite frankly, neither do you. So, stay clear of her," I said, laughing.

"Yeah, yeah, no guarantees," he said, also laughing. I gave him a sour look, well, he deserved it.

"Hi David," said Mom, followed by my dad. Dad was carrying a too large styro-cooler and mom was laden with a largesh bowl filled with her special salad.

"This the lady you were telling us about?" said Dad.

"Yes, yes it is," I said. "Stacey Wilcox, this is Xena and Philby Carter, My parents.

"Pleased to meet you both," said Stacey, smiling broadly.

The greeting and pleasantries continued for some few minutes. Cousin Mike broke that up.

"Your turn at the pit," he said, handing me the already soiled apron he'd been wearing. I frowned but accepted the protective garment.

"I'll be back as soon as I can find an excuse," I said, addressing my date.

"Don't worry bro, I'll keep the lovely lady company for the duration," he said. 

"Yeah right," I said. I gave my date a peck on the cheek hoping it would hold her until I was able to escape barbecue duty.

******

"So you and my brother," said Ronald, addressing Stacey Wilcox.

"Yes, we met a week ago," she said. "He's a very nice guy."

"Yes, well he is a Carter.

"So, you've known him a week. Is it love at first sight, or just friendship?" said Ronald.

"Hmm, jury's still out," she said. "Let's just say, I'm interested."

"Yeah, well, I know my brother, and I can say with confidence that he sure as heck is interested," said Ronald. "I've been trying to get him to find himself a woman to latch onto for forever. He's one of those who needs a woman to guide him; he's kind of shy if not exactly painfully so, I guess is the bottom line. I just didn't expect him to be so successful." He laughed uproariously at his own remarks.

"Thanks, I think," she said, raising an eyebrow.

"No, no, you're quite beautiful. He's a lucky fella to have met you, and, for you to have had mercy on him," said Ronald. 

"Well, thank you for that. You're very nice too," she said, "and your parents."

"Yeah, mom and dad, they're the best," he said. "Look, can I get you a drink. We Carter's always have a supply of the very finest spirits on hand in case of company."

She looked him askance. "Okay," she said. "Anything will be fine." 

"Okay, anything coming up," he said. He headed for the cooler, parked next to the picnic table, that his dad had lugged out but shortly before. He pulled out a couple of Lite beers.

He popped the tabs and headed back to his charge. He handed her hers.

"Thank you kind sir," she said.

"My pleasure, fair lady," he said. Their conversation went on for some little while. They were interrupted by an older lady apparently on a mission.

"Aunt Delia," said Ronald. "Let me introduce you to Stacey Wilcox, David's date for the day." 

"Oh," said Aunt Delia? "Has your date abandoned you, dear?"

"No, no, Aunt Delia, he's just manning the barbecue for the moment," said Ronald.

"Hmm, and left the sheep to be sheared by the wolves," said Aunt Delia, meaningfully.

"Now, Aunt Delia, I'm just the spear carrier here today," said Ronald, pretending shock at his aunt's words.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure the leopard has changed its spots," she said, she was not smiling.

"Here comes our hero, now," said Ronald.

"Hi Aunt Delia," I said, coming up to the group. "Anybody miss me?"

"Just me," said Stacey. This girl seemed to find new ways to make my day every time I turned around.

Things started breaking up just after dark. Well, it was summer and dark didn't happen until around 8:00PM. I could see my brother had hit it off with Stacey. She thought he was funny and talked to him a lot. I was happy that she got along with him. Ron and I were closer than any two brothers in the county, oh yeah! I counted on him to have my back, as he always had. Big brothers were the best as far as I was concerned.

At any rate, the barbecue had been an unqualified success. Everybody loved Stacey. And I had a date for the following weekend. Talk about happy times, these were more than that for me.

And then it was six months later and we were married. Stacey and I we were happy, sinfully so.

We had set up our lounge chairs on the patio of our little three bedroom place. It was a smaller place than mom and dad's or big brother's for sure, but it was cozy and clean and warm and ours.

"Happy?" I said.

"David, I have never been so happy. Thank you for asking to marry me. I love you," she said. And, for no reason whatsoever she started to cry. I didn't need to ask the reason for the tears; they were happy tears. I just got up from my chair and knelt beside hers wrapping my arms around her. God how I adored this woman!

******

It was Saturday, mid-afternoon, when we got the visit. Unexpected, but the visitor was welcome. "Ronald," I said. "Good to see you; been a little while."

"Yeah, I've been busy, trying to get another shop open; well, you know, a lot to do: financing, hiring, the whole ball of wax," he said.

"I guess," I said, "come in, come in. Honey, Ronald's here," I yelled to get my wife's attention. She was busy doing woman's stuff in the kitchen. She didn't quite scurry out to meet our visitor, but she was glad to see him.

First beers downed, the conversation light and airy, tacos consumed— it'd turned out Stacey was a master of Mexican cuisine—we kicked back on the patio.

"Honey, we're out of Lite," I said. "I'm gonna head down to the market and pick up a couple of six packs. Can you keep Ron entertained for a little bit?" I said.

"Of course, go get your stuff. Hurry back," she said. I nodded.

"Okay, I'll be back in twenty," I said. I got my keys and headed out.

"David's a lucky guy," said Ronald.

"Thank you for that, Ronald. He is a good guy. We're happy," she said.

"If I'd seen you first, well," he said, and laughed, but it was a laugh tinged with something.

"Yes, well, you Carter men are an attractive lot. I might have given you a tumble," she said, she smiled, and her smile was likewise tinged with something. The moment passed, what ensued was a pregnant silence.

"Stacey?" he said.

"Yes?" she said.

"Oh, I don't know. Can I tell you something, something I've been thinking about for some time now," he said.

"Ronald? Is something wrong?" she said.

"Uh-no, I mean yes," he said. "I mean, can I tell you something?"

"Sure, I guess so," she said. Her brow was knitted. And, she wasn't sure why, but she felt her face flush.

"I know this might come as a bit of a shock. But, if you can abide hearing what I have to say, well, I feel an almost irresistible impulse to tell you," he said.

"This is something you wouldn't want David to hear, I'm guessing?" she said. He looked down.

"No," he said, "that would not be good."

"Okay," she said.

"Stacey, I'm in love with you," he said. "Now if you want me to leave, I will and I will never bother you again. But . . ."

"Ronald, I don't . . ." she started.

"I'll be leaving. Please forget what I said. I really won't bother you again," he said.

"No!" she said. "Ronald, I, well I feel the same way. But, we can't, I mean; well, you know what I mean."

"Come here," he said. He took her in his arms. The kiss was long and hot and dirty.

"Hello fans," I said. Coming back into the kitchen where my family was. I deposited the beers in the frig, except for the three I'd opened. We picked up where we left off when I'd had to go to the store. 

We drank a couple more brews and then, hugs all around, Ronald took his leave. 

"That was nice Ron coming by," I said.

"Yes, yes it was. He's a good guy," she said.

Life was good.

******

The Carlton Arms had a good lunch buffet, and it had a good view of the desert landscape surrounding the grounds; oh, and it had rooms.

"Thank you for meeting me," he said.

"Thank you for inviting me," she said.

"How's everything at home? He doesn't suspect? I mean . . ." he said.

'No, but it doesn't matter, we haven't done anything to be suspected of. You're my brother; it's all good," she said. He nodded.

"I don't know, meeting here like this every week might not be understood," he said. "What's it been now, nine or ten weeks in a row?"

"I guess," she said. "But, I have to see you. Platonic or not, I have to see you."

"Likewise," he said. "But, you said platonic or not. I mean, 'or not'?" She looked away, looked back at him, but she said nothing. He looked her askance.

"Would you, dare we?" he said. She rose and started walking toward the desk area at the front of the hotel. Tentatively, he rose to follow her. She waited by the elevator. He joined her but was for the moment confused. She took up the spear.

"You have to get us a room," she said.

"But, my broth . . ."

"Don't talk. Just get the damn room," she ordered. He turned and crossed the concourse to the sign-in desk.




Thicker than Blood



CHAPTER THREE 1987

"That was more than enthusiastic on your part," she said. 

"Hah? You didn't seem all that bored with the festivities either," he said, smirking.

"No, no, it definitely wasn't boring," she said. "I was into it. And, Ron, that bothers me." She didn't look over at him, but she sensed his concern anyway.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," he said. "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know. I just don't know," she said. "He's too good a man to screw over. But . . ."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, and he is too good a man to screw over as you say. That said, that's just what we got done doing. I know I'm not going to be saying this right, but as bad as what we just did actually is; I mean cheating on our man, it feels right," he said.

"I feel the same way. I guess all we can do is hope for the best and keep our heads. I can't divorce him nor can I, well, I can't do whatever it is I can't do," she said. "What a mess. Why didn't I meet you first!"

"Fate, perverse gods, whatever: you met my brother first and the stiff gets to keep you. But, that said, I'll be around. Stacey, we just need to be ultra-careful. No slipups, no casual conversation where hints of our feelings get picked up and destroys us all," he said.

"No, no slip ups," she said. "So where do we go from here?"

"I bury myself in my business. You remain, as I'm sure you have been this past almost a year now, the dutiful wife. We just get on with living," he said.

"Ron, I need you. We have to be able to see each other," she said. He gave her a look.

"Yes," he said. "Half a loaf is better than absolutely nothing, but it cannot be scheduled and predictable. If we continue to see each other it will have to be on the quiet of course, but very occasionally and not predictable. My brother isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he's not blind. And the fallout from being caught would be catastrophic." She nodded her understanding. 

"I understand," she said.

"I'm just going to be the happy go lucky brother I've so far been, you the beautiful wife of one very lucky David Carter. And that brings up another matter, and it's important," he said. 

"Huh? What?" she said.

"The sex you have with him: it can't change or become less than it has been. You and he do get it on a lot, right?" he said.

"Yes, well, I guess it's a lot: two or three times a week," she said.

"I've been a womanizer for forever," he said. "I know about these things. Any major change in your sex lives, that he doesn't initiate, would be a tell and an easy one to recognize. Be very conscious of that; I know what I'm talking about." She nodded.

"But a womanizer?" she said. 

"Yes, but no more. From now on you're my one and only; I mean that, Stacey. And that if only in the shadows," he said. "Fate may have screwed us over, as we have David, but we're going to get back at it, fate, regardless."

She smiled. "I feel the same way, Ronald Carter. 

"I have to say, I do feel like a shit doing this to him. But, I guess what is, is, and that's all that needs to be said about it, I suppose," she said.

"I guess. And, I feel every bit as bad about doing this to him as you do. I hope that somehow some way it'll all play out for the best. In the long run it just has to. It just has to!" he said.

"I hope so too. I just hope the long run isn't a synonym for forever," she said.

"Yes, for real," he said. "You know, I don't think it will be. I just know that somehow some way it'll all work out for the best, for all of us, including my brother. I feel it." 

******

"So brother mine, you've expanded your business," I said.

"Yes, things are going good, very good actually. Making the money and selling the cars. The factories and suppliers are happy; I'm happy, happiness all around. 

"How are you and Stacey doing if I might ask?" said Ronald.

"Good, real good. You know, I've said it before, but I got lucky finding her, real lucky," I said. "Beautiful, intelligent, loving: there isn't anything else. She's perfect."

"Seems so," said Ronald. "Hear mom and dad are coming over next weekend. It's almost Christmas." 

"Yeah, they called and talked to Stacey. They'll be down next Friday. Aunt Delia's coming down with them. Should be a good time, you gonna be able to make it?" I said.

"Maybe, I'm gonna be outta town for a few days next week, but I should make it back by the weekend latest. So, yeah, I'll be there," said Ronald.

******

The party was going full blast when the triumphal hero arrived.

"Well, I guess you're the star of the day," said Stacey.

"Yes, Ron, that's really great," I said. "Mom and dad are in the kitchen. Come on."

The kitchen was crowded but nobody cared. 

"Yeah, yeah, got me another store. Got two more in the planning stages too. Times are good; people wanna buy cars. If this keeps up you're looking at a soon to be millionaire," bragged Ronald Carter. 

He'd always been good with money, business, and with the ladies; we all knew that. His marriage cratered mainly because he was too good with the ladies. Maddie had been good for him, but he queered the marriage by cheating serially on her. Good sense, when it came to women, wasn't his strong suit. 

Ironically, he'd gotten it right in my case. I had indeed needed a woman, and my woman, Stacey, was a princess loved by all of us. In the year and a half since our marriage; we'd, the both of us, been the happiest couple around. There was no doubt about that. Another irony, one might logically add into the equation, was that he, Ronald, was clearly jealous of my good fortune. And, I would have to admit to a deal of smugness because of it. I did rub his nose in it more than once. Well, he had his money and I had my wife. I figured I had the better of those two happenstances.

******

"So that'll make four then, I guess," said Stacey. 

"Indeed it does. And . . ." he said and stopped.

"And?" she said.

"And I've done it," he said.

"Done what?" she said.

"Made my first," he said.

"Ronald, made your first what!" she said, her impatience showing.

"Why my first million of course," he said. He'd stopped her with that one. She stared.

"Oh my," she finally uttered. "That's, that's really something.

"I only wish David had your drive and ambition. He's happy as a clam earning his thirty thousand a year and kicking back on weekends. But, well, it is what it is, we eat regular," she said.

"Yes, I know. I've offered him a job that would pay him twice what he's getting at Ferguson's, but his pride won't let him come over. It's his choice; I can't make it for him," said Ronald.

"I know. Not much we can do about it. I guess all we can do is keep on keeping on," she said.

"Yeah, the status quo, that's us you and me and him too when you get down to it," he said. She nodded. 

They lay naked together for some time before they had to depart the hotel.

******

She picked up the phone. He'd been out of town talking to suppliers, she knew. She'd waited until this minute to call him. She wondered how he'd react. But, however he reacted the message would not be without unavoidable difficulties and that for the both of them.

He picked up on the second ring.

"Hello," he said.

"Hi, it's me. You have to come over. And it has to be now," she said.

"Oh, okay. What's it about?" he said.

"When you get here," she said, and she hung up.

He looked at the phone as though it were toxic. Her manner indicated that it could only be one thing. Somehow, David had discovered them. He knew, he just knew, that his brother knew of their affair and it was going to be bad, very bad.

Ten minutes later he parked in front of his brother's house. He waited a full minute before exiting the car. At least his brother was at work. Stacey would be alone in the house.

He walked like a condemned man to the door and knocked. She answered it. He stepped inside.

"Okay?" he said. She just looked at him, tears streaking her cheeks.

"Ronald . . ." she started and stopped.

"Stacey, what is it!" he said, his impatience and his fear growing and showing.

"Ron, you and I, well, we're pregnant," she said. The stunned look on his face would, to any observer, have said it all.

"Oh my God!" he said. "Does he know?"

"No, I didn't know myself till this morning," she said.

"You sure it's ours?" he said, hope painting his features.

"Yes, not a doubt," she said. "Ron, what are we going to do? I don't know what to do?"

"Only one thing we can do. My brother, David, just became a father," he said.

"But, you're the father. I mean it'll be your child he'd be raising. The pressure of a thing like that. And, you're so different in build and complexion and all," she said.

"That won't be a problem at least not for many years," he said. "I mean if it is even then."

"I could only hope that you're right," she said. 

"I am. Listen, he has to be the father of record. I know you aren't going to be going for an abortion, and for sure I don't want you to, so this is the only viable choice. I am going to be one heck of a doting uncle, but for now, for the foreseeable future; David Carter is going to be the daddy. He'll be a good one, probably arrogant about it too," said Ronald. 

His mind was doing summersaults. That he'd have to abandon, perhaps forever, his fatherly rights, he began to realize. He was sick, sick at heart; but, he knew it was his only realistic choice.

His brother would be rubbing his nose in it seven ways to Sunday. Oh yeah, that was a sure bet!

******

The knock on my door was becoming routine. I'd not seen my brother so often since we were kids. I mean four times in two weeks. I think his jealousy at my impending fatherhood was almost too much for him, heck for me too; and he kept coming over so damn early; well, he did have a business to run, a big business. And, my erstwhile wife encouraged him! Well, I was glad he was so into our good fortune; I did want him to be there for us after the baby came. And, it was more than clear that he would be; I really was grateful for that. I had to smile, an uncle's job was a big one, and my womanizing brother was clearly understanding all about that. I figured he'd be out there looking for his own woman pretty soon; it almost made me laugh.

"Again Ron! I guess I gotta start fixing up the guest room for you," I said, but I was smiling.

"Well, that would be nice of you, and convenient," said Ronald Carter, and he was smiling too.

"Ronald!" said Stacey coming into the room.

"Yeah, it's me. Thought you might need some help," he said.

"Well, that's very nice of you, but I don't know what you might be helpful with. I mean I still have several months to go. Unless of course you mean you want to help my husband with the yard work," she said, she was smiling cordially.

"Whatever I can do," he said.

"Well, you two hang out for a bit, I need to be going out. I have to check on some paperwork I didn't get finished with at the warehouse. I'll be back soon. Oh, and Ronald, if you want to weed the flower bed feel free."

******

"He's in a good, mood," he said. 

"Yes, ever since I got pregers he's kinda been on cloud nine," said Stacey.

"He hasn't said anything about me coming over as often as I've been coming over?" said Ronald.

"No, he's mentioned it. He's kinda surprised by it. He thinks you're jealous and maybe thinking about getting another wife yourself so you can be a daddy," said Stacey. 

"God, I have to admit that he's right on the one hand. I am jealous of him being the daddy to my, our, baby. I mean I am over the top jealous!" he said.

"Well, it's for the best, I mean him being the apparent daddy. Maybe someday it'll be different, but for the near term it's got to be the way it is, as you yourself have said. I know it's hard for you, but you'll be there. I mean you are the 'uncle' of record for sure. You'll have rights too," she said.

"Yeah, I know. It wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't being so damnably arrogant about it all. It really rankles," he said.

"Well, you'll just have to suck it up. You are regularly fucking his wife after all." 

He smiled, "Yeah, well that is a true thing isn't it."

******

I really did have the greatest wife in the world. What I also had was a very scared—sort of—wife. She seemed seriously frightened to me. Hence, we were in Lamaze classes learning how to do baby birthing with the least amount of stress possible. Me, you ask, no I wasn't especially nervous about anything. I guess I did have a small concern as to the baby's health and all, but the doctor said no problem everything looked good, so no, I wasn't worried. In fact, I was very much into the whole scene. 

My brother was also into it. I think mostly to keep me on center if that's the way to say it. He must have told me, completely unnecessarily, a hundred times not to worry. Hell, he was more worried than I was: the doting uncle thing I guess. Well, I humored his jealous ass, and it was more than clear that he was in fact jealous. Heck he actually told me he was and that more than once.

Stacey, was supportive of his feelings as she was of mine: more mine than his I think, but his too.

The Lamaze thing was interesting, but really mostly routine. We went to the classes. We did the breathing bit. We did the hubby support and encouragement bit. We were warned about the rare occasions when hubbies actually passed out when they saw the baby coming out of the womb. I wasn't going to pass out, but I guess some guys did: pussies all of them.

******

"Yeah," I said. "But it's no big deal. I'm just mainly going to support her while she's actually doing the delivery."

"Yeah, well do a good job. You've got a winner for a wife there, and she deserves all of the support you can give her," said Ronald. I had to laugh; he really was more concerned about Stacey than I was. Well, I was with her all of the time, and I knew the inside dope. He was around a lot but not twenty-four-seven. At any rate I did appreciate his support, help, interest all of it over the top though it was.

"I plan on doing a good job, Ron, obviously. Mellow out man. 

"You know you need to find yourself a woman, like you used to always tell me, and have kids and do the family thing like me," I said. "Heck, you make a good living, you're not as good looking as me, but what the hey," I said, laughing.

"Yeah, right," he said. "You just wish you were as good looking as me."

He didn't say anything, but I could tell he'd somehow taken offense at what I'd said to him. I couldn't figure it. He'd become over time, something, touchy maybe, something. It was like he wasn't just jealous of me and Stacey's situation. He was actually becoming way more than emotional about things generally. I'd actually asked Stacey about it, but she'd pooh-poohed my concerns. I guess she was right. I mean it was my brother not some stranger or more distant family member. I made a promise to myself to be a bit more considerate when talking to him.

******

"Ron, you really need to back off a bit," said Stacey.

"It's just, I don't know, the way he is always rubbing my nose in it. He's such a lucky guy, he's going to be such a good father, he's got the most beautiful wife in the world: I'm sick of hearing it, I mean him bragging," said Ronald.

"He's just excited about being a dad. He has to talk about it to someone and you're the one he's chosen to talk to you. That's a good thing.

"Keep in mind what we're doing to him behind his back. Letting him have a little ego enhancement is a small price to pay. I mean don't you think?" she said.

"Yeah, I guess," he said. "I just want to be a dad, its dad, so bad myself; and it is my kid damn it! Why can't I be its daddy? I want to be its daddy."

"Yes, I know you want to be her daddy, but you know why you can't be, not now, not yet," she said. 

"Wait a minute, wait a minute," he said. "You said her! How do you know it's a her?" 

"The results of the ultra sound came back earlier today. I just found out," she said. He fell back into his seat. 

"My God! A little girl. Oh, shit. He's going to really be rubbing my nose in it now. A baby girl. Is he going to be naming her or will it be you?"

"The both of us I guess. Wait, is there a name you would like her to have?" she said.

"What difference does it make. He's not going to go for anything I suggest not even," said Ronald.

"He might if he didn't know it was you that suggested it," said Stacey. The look on his face was pure interest.

"Well, I mean . . ." he started.

"Yes, yes, we could do it. You and me. I'm sure I could convince him. I don't think it would even be all that hard. Oh, And he told me not to tell you, but, well it doesn't matter anymore now; if it had been a boy we were going to name him Ronald if you want to know; I mean if it'd been a boy. I guess he figured since you are here so much and so concerned about me and the baby and everything; well, he wanted to do something for you," she said. "And, that's on the QT; I wasn't supposed to tell you that either."

"Really?" he said. 

"Yes, really," she said. 

"Well, I feel just wonderful now. Jesus, even when he tries to do something nice for me; he makes me feel bad! I can't win," said Ronald. Stacey laughed.

"Well count your blessings," she said. "If you think about it, our plans are going along pretty darn good. I mean, we have each other; our child will have a good home no matter what, and everybody's happy. Well, except for your disappointment that you can't be her daddy right at the moment. You need to mellow out some. And like I say, count your blessings.

"Yes, yes, I know you're right. I don't much like it, the status quo, but things could be worse, and I am well aware of that," he said.

CHAPTER FOUR 1988

I watched as she chewed her food, deliberately. She seemed to concentrate on each bite as though there were some prescription that she was aware of that I was not. 

"Hungry but not hungry?" I said.

"You know I don't know. I should be hungry right? I mean I'm eating for two. But, I'm not, well, not very hungry," she said.

"Well, Dr. Snodgrass told us that things might be changing in this last month or so of your pregnancy," I said.

"Yes, I know. I guess it's normal, I mean my appetite," she said. "Anyway, just three more weeks. Oh my, I do hope that the baby isn't late in coming. I am getting so anxious," she said.

"Yes. I understand, I feel the same way," I said. "But, I guess there's nothing to do but wait things out now. I mean it is what it is."

"I guess," she said. Her sigh was more pregnant with meaning than her belly was pregnant with our baby. I had to smile, and she noticed.

"What are you smiling about?" she said, and she was frowning.

"Nothing really, I guess I'm just happy," I said.

"Since you're in such a good mood. How about you letting me have the choice of names for the baby. I mean I did tell you that you could choose, since you were so good about doing the Lamaze thing. But . . ." she said. 

Now, I frowned, but I was happy and she was going to be doing the suffering when she went into labor. There was really no good reason to hold out for my right to choose the baby's name. I decided to go for a compromise.

"Okay," I said. "But I get to veto the name if it's too bizarre. Okay?" 

"Okay.

"How about naming our baby Jenna" she said.

"Of all of the names she could have chosen that one had an actual history with me and my brother. I wondered if he was the one who had suggested it.

"Jenna?" I said.

"Yes, it's pretty don't you think?" she said.

"Did my brother put you up to that one?" I said. She looked as though she'd been caught robbing the cookie jar.

"He did suggest it, I have to admit," she said. "But, how did you know?"




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"Because it was the name of one of his girlfriends in times gone by. It was a long time ago, but I remember her very clearly. I liked the girl too, but she was in high school, and I was in maybe the fourth or fifth grade, too old for me," I said. She smirked, you liked older women then did you," she said, rhetorically.

Now, she frowned. "But, one of Ronald's girlfriends? Really?" she said.

"Yes," I said. "But, that was a long time ago. So okay, if you like the name that well, it's a go. Jenna it is." She didn't frown, but she didn't seem especially overjoyed at my capitulation. Women, especially pregnant women, who could figure 'em? For damn sure not me."

The next two and a half weeks were emotionally tight. That is, both my wife and I were on pins and needles. 

******

It was 7:13PM on the wall clock in the living room. I was in front of the tube watching some mindless nonsense and thinking not at all. I heard the scream. It was muted, and it was from the back bedroom, ground floor, of our three bedroom tract home. I didn't quite run back. She was sweating and not wanting to talk. She did blubber her level of stress, however.

"Hospital—now!" she gasped. Her bag was already packed and in the car. One-point-five minutes later we were on the road: I'd had to all but carry her out to the car. Eleven minutes after gunning my Toyota's more than reliable power train we pulled into the emergency bay of Milton C. Armistead Memorial.

She was taken up to the second floor immediately by half smiling nurses who seemed in a hurry to me but not especially concerned. Well I sure as hell was concerned. At any rate I was relegated to a smallish, but at least warm waiting room off the main corridor leading to the inner sanctorum of the gyno-wing.

I'd been on my cell for some little while. Everybody I called wanted to talk. My brother was first. Then Aunt Delia, and finally my parents—they were the worst in demanding details. But now I just waited. The callees began arriving not but a few minutes after my last call. Aunt Delia arrived first, then my parents, and finally Ronald; he'd been a hundred miles away working on the final details of the purchase of yet another dealership. I'd learn later that he was closing the deal with the woman owner over martinis and prime rib; well why the hell not, in point of fact the kid was not his, it was mine, and he wasn't even married.

The muted hullaballoo in the waiting room went on for the duration. I went over to the nurses' station and asked about the availability of coffee. The cafeteria was the location of the elixir, and I offered to make the trip for the whole troupe. Ronald volunteered to carry my spear for this one. We went down together.

"Was she in pain when you guys came here?" said Ronald, as we headed downstairs.

"Mild. Not too bad. I mean it was kind of intermittent if you know what I mean," I said. He seemed as nervous or even more so than I was.

We got the coffees and a dozen not all that fresh donuts and returned to the waiting area.

When we arrived we got the news: there was no news, not yet.

More muted and meaningless conversation. Then it was 9:59PM, and the doors to the action in the back swung open. Doctor Snodgrass came striding toward us.

"It's a girl; six pounds nine ounces. Mother and baby are doing well. You'll be able to go in shortly. The nurses are in command of the get ready stage and will call you; he nodded in my direction. "It won't be long," he said. Then, he glanced around to where Ronald was standing, but said nothing more. He smiled and seemed to wait for questions, none of us had any. He'd answered them all. He smiled a bit more broadly and left us to mutter our thank Gods and exhalations of sighs.

I didn't quite fall into my seat next to the waiting room's couch. "Oh my," I said to nobody but myself. I looked around at those assembled. They were all smiling, all except Ronald.

"Ron?" I said. He looked over at me. He seemed to come back to a conscious state.

"Uh, yes. A big 'oh my' does seemed called for," he said.

"For real," I said. "And Ron, thank you for being there for us, for me and Stacey. You've been a big help, really," I said. He smiled, but it was a wan smile. I wondered at that. It would be many years before I knew the genesis of that smile, and the meaning behind it; oh, and the horrific consequences thereof.

******

We did see the baby and the mommy, and it was all good. I was pretty sure that at that moment that I was the happiest man alive. I had it all. The only bad part was that mommy and baby couldn't come home till the next day. I do believe that it was the longest twenty-four hours of my entire life.

The release papers signed. I picked my wife up and wheeled her downstairs in the mandatory chair, and loaded her and baby into the car. We went home.

Mom and dad were waiting for us when we got there. Ronald arrived but a short time after we did.

Mom would be the in-house nursemaid to the two women: Stacey and Jenna. Well, I did have to work. Stacey needed the help and was grateful for it.

I got a call a week later from Ronald. He wanted to meet with me for lunch. It, the meeting, would be at the Spur.

******

"So how are you all doing," he said.

"Okay. The baby sleeps most of the time; well, she's only nine days old," I said.

"Need anything: diapers, baby duds, a nanny?" he said. He seemed serious.

"Ron, we're fine. I mean it's wonderful of you to want to help so much, but really we're okay," I said.

"Well good. I just want to help where I can. I've got the cash, Dave, and now that I am a least an uncle, well . . ." he said.

"And, I think you're the greatest uncle that there is" I said. "And, I will keep your offer for extra diapers in mind," I said.

"Well do. We're brothers. I need you to be okay. I mean for real.

"Anyway, so who's the one doing the feeding in the wee smalls?" he said.

"Hah! She wants to breast feed for a while, so she's got that duty at least for now. I figure that that will run its course in maybe six months. But, then again, maybe not. She is the very model of the perfect mommy," I said. "She just loves the job. And, I have to say, so do I. I mean I'm talking about diapers here? Well, I get diaper duty most of the time except while I'm at work. But, like I said, we share most of the stuff."

We talked for some time, and covered most topics from the political situation in the Middle East to who was gonna be the next manager for the Diamondbacks. But, no matter what topic came up in the two hours we spent eating and drinking, we always seemed to get back to Stacey and the baby and how they were doing. It's amazing how many different ways it was possible to say the same things over and over again. But, eventually we ran out of time and energy and different ways to say how wonderful life could be for the two of us. Him at the age of thirty-two being a marginal millionaire, and me at twenty-three being a family man. We quit the Spur and headed each of us to our homes.

*****

The room was nicely appointed. "So is the baby asleep finally," said Ronald?

"Yes, she always sleeps after she suckles, and now we can relax a little," said Stacey.

They were sitting on the couch in his place and cuddling. He let his hand slip down the front of her dress and gently massage one of her swollen breasts. She turned to him and kissed him lightly.

"I love you, Ron, I really do," said Stacey.

"And, I love you," he said.

Her hand began exploring the front of his Dockers. "Hmm, seems like somebody is turned on," she said. Her words energized his attentions. He began feeling her up more purposefully. Her breasts, her belly, her butt, her pussy all through her clothes. But then the clothes were on the floor, and his hand invaded the crease between her buttocks. He found her anus and invaded that. Pulling his hand away he licked his fingers.

"Sweet," he said. She giggled. 

"You always say that," she said. 

"And it's always sweet," he said.

"Then get on your knees and do me right," she said. She turned on the couch so that her butt was pushed outward and back. He took his place between her legs and spread her cheeks. He began lapping at her crease and her anus with unabashed passion. While doing his duty, he slid two fingers into her secret place and massaged her there.

She rolled away from his ministrations and lay supine and open and vulnerable to him on the couch.

He stood looming above her. He pushed his cock inside of her, slowly but inexorably. Bottoming out, he paused.

"Don't dally, Ron, fuck me," she commanded.

He began the pushing and pulling rhythm they most liked when he did her, and soon she was pushing back at him trying to get all of his eight-inch penis inside of her.

Their grunting and wheezing and growling went on for many minutes. She felt herself stiffening and began writhing and squirming as a typhoon of orgasms overwhelmed her. He collapsed on top of her.

"Roll off of me big boy. I need to breathe," she said.

The two of them lay inert for some minutes.

"God, how I wish my husband could do that to me," she said. "He's just so . . ."

"Inept?" he said, finishing her thought.

"I guess," she said.

CHAPTER FIVE 1990

It had been raining for hours. Mom and dad were due at three o'clock, it was seven o'clock according to the kitchen wall clock. 

"Honey, you better call. They might have stayed home on account of the storm," said Stacey. I'd been worrying and pacing for some little time. Dad's eyes weren't the best. He hated driving at night. And driving at night in the rain! Not happening.

"Yes, they might have, but if so they would have called. I mean dontcha think that they would have called?" I said.

"Well, yes, but just call anyway. Maybe the phones lines have been down and in that case you'll get some kind of electronic message when you try," she said. What she said made sense. I made the call.

******

There'd been no answer to my four calls to the house of my parents, and there was no electronic message declaring any outages. Nor, had there been any contact with Ronald; and yes I called him after having failed to get hold of our parents. Of course, Ronald was surprised that mom and dad would even try to drive to our place, Stacey's and mine, when the weather was so bad.

"But then I did get a call, and it was from Ronald. After I'd called him; he'd called a policeman friend of his. The policeman had checked for a car with the plate number that matched mom and dad's. Ronald having sold them the car did have the car's info and plate number. 

The policeman had found the car, or actually found out about the car. It had skidded out and into an oncoming semi. Mom and dad Carter were gone. The sickness, the emotional sickness, that overcame the clan Carter on that day was not to be equaled. 

******

The funeral was a somber affair as such things always were. Ronald gave the eulogy; he did a good job though he did break into sobs more than once. Hell, I could relate; I was doing the same in my pew. Stacey for her part was stoic, but ultimately sad; we all were.

And, then there was morning and evening of the next day and life went on.

CHAPTER SIX 2001

I was impatient for the lady to call me. The school was small, but that's what we, Stacey and I, were looking for in a high school. No public school for our baby, well she wasn't exactly a baby anymore, she was thirteen, gonna be fourteen soon. 

"Mister Carter?" she called. I rose from the waiting room seat I'd been occupying and went over to her. She handed me the papers: Jenna's class schedule and a short list of other things we had to get taken care of: the standard health clearance and the transcript from her junior high. 

"Thanks," I said, "when do these have to be in by if I may ask?"

"You should get them in as soon as possible," she said, "no later than the end of the month though."

"Okay, noted. And thanks," I said. She nodded and looked to call the next parent waiting to get his or her kid admitted to Victorino Charter School. 

It was still fairly early in the day, a little after 3:00PM. Stacey would still be shopping. She had Jenna with her. Well, school supplies were something of a personal thing with a lot of students Jenna among them.

I decided to drop by the Spur and have a beer, maybe two.

"Whatcha have, Mister Carter?" said my good bud Hammond Greely, head barkeep at the establishment.

"Just a Lite," I said, "got a little time to kill." The place was sparsely populated at that hour. It figured to get significantly more so after rush hour.

I was surprised to see a Marianne Woodley come in. I'd gotten the afternoon off to take care of getting Jenna enrolled at the high school, but Marianne surely had to be on duty; she never missed a day that I could recall. I waved her over.

"Hi Girl, Whaddya doin' here; the boss needs you," I said, dead panning.

"Yeah, I had to take some personal time. Hubby dumped me. It seems he needs someone with a younger point of view to help get him through the daily grind: significantly younger actually, like twenty years younger," she said.

"Oh my God," I said. "I am so sorry, Marianne. That's awful."

"Thanks. It happens. Happens to a lot of people. Just another statistic in the long and unmourned history of failed domestic relationships." I nodded. I didn't know what to say to her. I didn't know what her husband could have been thinking: Marianne was a winner: pretty, pleasant to be around, intelligent the list of positive qualities was long.

"If there is anything I can do, just say the word," I said finally. Her turn to nod.

"Again, thanks David," she said.

"So what are you thinking of doing? I mean in relation to him?" I said.

"I guess, trying to get some alimony. Maybe the house too. I'm kind of numb right now. Not sure which way to turn," she said.

"You turn to your friends, and I'm one of those. But, if you can't get enough alimony, and what all, can you survive on what you're making at Ferguson?" I said.

"Barely. I'd probably have to get a second job," she said.

"I might be able to help you there, Marianne. My brother has businesses. He'd likely be able to help you out. I'll ask him about it. Okay?" I said.

"Really?" she said. The hope in her voice was palpable.

"Yes, really. I mean I will have to ask him, but I will do that much," I said.

"Thanks a bunch, Davey, I really mean it. Things are pretty dicey for me right now, and I could use the help, a better job," she said.

******

"He came to me yesterday," he said.

"Who? You mean David?" said Stacey.

"Yes, he asked about a job," said Ronald.

"A job? He wants to quit Ferguson and work for you? My David?" she said.

"No, no, no, no, he asked for somebody else. Seems his coworker is in tough and needs a better paying job," he said.

"What kind of job?" she said.

"He wasn't too clear on that, but from what he told me about her qualifications, probably office manager for one of my dealerships," he said.

"Okay?" she said.

"He's never asked me for anything. And, with what we're doing . . ." he said.

"Yes, you mean he deserves to have us, you, look upon this as a mandate of sorts," she said.

"Yes, something like that," he said.

"Do you need an office manager?" she said.

"I will have an opening next month when Martha Orson retires," he said. But, I do have a few other candidates for the job, well qualified candidates."

"Hmm, so?" she said.

"I don't know. I guess I could meet with the woman and see whether or not she could handle the job. According to him she's making twenty grand annual right now. If I hire her, her salary would jump to thirty-five grand," he said.

"Okay," she said. "So what if you interview her and she needs a lot of training to do you any good."

"Hmm, that's the deal. She really would have to hit the ground running in that particular job. The office manager of a new car dealership is a fast paced gig, and requires some serious management skills," he said.

She nodded thoughtfully. "Why don't you hire her now, before Martha retires, and get Martha to be her trainer? Yes, her salary would be an added expense, but I think we need to throw David this particular bone all things considered," she said.

"Yes, that might work. At least she'd know what the ins and outs were before she would be thrown to the wolves—figuratively," he said. "Yes, that's what I'm going to do. Thanks."

******

I was back at the Spur sitting at the bar, and I was bearing gifts. I saw her come in. She came directly to me.

"Hi, David, how are you doing today," she said.

"Good, the baby keeps us busy at our house, but it's all good," I said.

"You said you had some news?" she said. I had to smile; the look in her eyes was pure hope.

"Yes, you've got the job. I mean if you want it," I said. "But, my brother said you need to start next Monday for sure. You'll be training with the one you'll be replacing. Her name's Martha, she's retiring in a few weeks, and you'll need to be up to speed before she goes. Sound okay with you?"

"Sure, but . . ."

"You mean leaving with almost no notice. I mean leaving Ferguson," I said. She nodded.

"They'll just have to understand. The pay on your new job will be almost twice what you're getting now," I said.

"Oh my God!" she said. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, David! I am so grateful to you and to your brother. I'll give notice at Ferguson in the morning. I'll explain everything to Gerald. I think he'll be okay with it. I hope so at any rate. I cannot afford to not take an offer like that."

"Well good. And good luck to you. And, we'll be seeing each other from time to time I'm sure," I said.

******

"So, you hired his friend," said Stacey. "What's she like? Is she going to work out?"

"Yes I did and she's nice and she's evidently more than competent. Martha is high on her ability. That's as good as the pope's imprimatur as far as I'm concerned. According to Martha, Ferguson's should've paid her more, their loss. So anyway, they didn't, and David's rec' was good," said Ronald.

"Well good, I'm glad for that," said Stacey.

"Yeah me too," said Ronald.

"On another note, Jenna and David are going fishing next weekend. You and I will be able to spend some quality time," she said. His smile was a mile wide.

"Sounds real good. Real good," he said. "My place or yours?

"Here, if he calls for some reason, or comes back early it'll be less problematical," she said.

"Hmm, yes, good thinking," he said. He sighed. "I just wish we didn't have to hide. It would be so much better if we could be out in the open about our feelings for each other."

"I know. But we can't, so we make the most of our opportunities," she said. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 2001

"This is an anniversary of sorts," he said, looking over and smiling at the naked female fixing herself at the vanity.

"An anniversary?" she said. 

"Yes, the fourteenth anniversary actually of the day we first, well, did it together." He said. 

"What? You'd remember a date like that?" she said. 

"Well, not exactly. It happens that that was the day in 1985 that I got the news that my divorce was final from my ex, Madeleine," said Ronald Carter. 

"Oh, well that is something I guess. Anyway, was it good for you today?" she said.

"You know it was. A better question is was it good for you?" he said.

"Of course. We are a pair you and I. I just wish I'd met you first. David is such a doofus. But, it is what it is," she said.

"He's my brother, but if he wasn't, my brother that is; well, I just don't know," he said.

"Ron, if I really were to divorce David? I mean we've talked some you and I . . ." she said, letting her words hang in the air. His look was nothing if not thoughtful.




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"Yes, yes, I'd marry you in a New York minute," he said. "But, he 'is' my brother, and it's hard see how it might play to our benefit if we did that to him."

"Yes, but you're Jenna's biological father. That would have some play in all of this. Anyway, I have been thinking about it. Damn I wish I'd met you first!" she said, changing her line of thinking but really not changing it.

"Me too," he said. "But, you didn't. So, we have to go with the way things are, I guess. Not much we can do about it all unless we're willing to weather the major shit storm that would undoubtedly come of it." She shook her head.

"Ron, I think I am going to do it. We deserve to be happy too. Living like this, I mean us doing what we're doing. Hell, even David deserves better than the cheating whore I've become doing you all the time like I do. And, frankly, I'm tired of sneaking around; I mean fourteen years' worth is more than enough. 

"If I do divorce him, and like I say I'm thinking more and more that I will in fact be doing so, I will try to make it as painless as possible for him. I'll give him the house and the savings. He'll be all right. Hell, he'll be better off without me and free to start over with a pretty good nest egg," she said.

"Babe, okay, and yes we both will make an effort to be more than fair with him, even generous. But . . ." he said.

"But?" she said, looking concerned.

"But, what about Jenna? That might be the real fly in the ointment," he said. She took on a thoughtful look. 

"Yes, I see what you mean. Well, for one, she will finally find out who her real father is. Yes, it will be hurtful for David to finally find out too. He'll be in a blue funk for a pretty good period of time; I'm certain of that, but he'll get over it. He'll have to. And, we won't be cutting him out of her life. He just won't be her only daddy figure anymore. Maybe more like what you've been all of these years, Ron, a really doting uncle," she said. He was nodding, but it was a concerned nod.

"Okay. Anyway, let me know what you do finally decide," he said. "Regardless, I better be getting going. He'll be home pretty soon. And, I know you have to do some cleaning up. The place stinks of sex." The two of them laughed.

CHAPTER EIGHT 2001

"Stacey, I just don't know. He's been her father, her only father, for all of this time," said Ronald, "and again, what about Jenna?"

"Yes, all of that is true, but handled right he, we, all of us can get by it," she said.

"I don't know," he said.

"Stacey, there is one other sticking point we haven't considered and I don't know why we haven't," he said.

"What?" she said.

"Getting him to accept that he is only and uncle and not her daddy is a biggee for sure. But, Stacey, losing you to me is going to be a biggee too, maybe even bigger than him becoming and uncle or uncle-daddy," said Ronald. "I know it would be a killer for me, and I damn sure figure it's going to be one for him."

"He's a good looking guy. He'll find another girl to treat him right down the line," she said. "I grant that it will be a stinger for him early on, but if we handle things right . . ." she started.

"Stacey, how do you figure we can handle this one right? A house and some money won't mean a damn thing to David. He never has cared about money so long as he's had enough to get by. You know it and I know it. We've talked about it often enough," he said. 

"There has to be a way, Ron, there has to be. Ron, I know for you it's all about finally being able to be a dad. I understand that, and I hope that we can find a way to make it so David can understand it too. But, doing this, divorcing David, is for me too. 

"We, you and I keep saying what a good guy he is. And, on one level he is a good guy. But Ron, he's lacking in a lot of ways. I mean I know he's your brother. And, I'm not bad mouthing him, but there are things about him that darn near drive me crazy," she said.

"What? What are you talking about, Stacey? He's not abusing you is he? I mean I'd never believe that he'd do something like that," said Ronald.

"No, no, God no! Nothing like that. No, it's that he has no get up and go, no ambition. He goes to work, comes home tired and plops down in front of the tube. A couple of times a week he comes up with a case of the hornies and socks it to me. And when I say 'to me' I mean to me not for me. The little shit leaves me hangin every time. If you didn't take up the slack, well . . ." she said.

"No, Ron, I've got to do it and I mean I've got to do it soon. For my own sanity if for nothing else.

"And you deserve to be Jenna's dad. And, I'm not saying he's not been an okay dad all of these years that would be a lie. He's been fine. Could he have been a better dad? Yes, frankly, he could have. I mean his unwillingness to do better for us economically when it would have been easy for him to have done so. I mean even if all he did was take the job you offered him, he'd be making twice what he does at Ferguson's," she said. He nodded his understanding.

"I see," he said. "So, okay, you're going to do it, divorce him. But, after all we've talked about these past weeks, we still aren't sure how were going to go about it.

"You keep saying were going to do it the right way. Well what is the 'right' way as you term it? Apart from the divorce per se, what else have we got going here," he said.

"Okay, one, we give him the house and the savings, the saving account has more than eleven thousand dollars in it. Next I sit him down and explain the paternity thing too him. I let him know, and that forcefully, that he will still be a major player in Jenna's life, that nobody is trying to cut him out of her life. And we're not, Ron. 

"After that I lay out a generous shared custody plan to him; the courts are going to go along with what you and I are going to propose anyway, so that one's a no brainer. Finally, we explain why we will be asking him to assume the role you've had all along: that of a doting uncle, or maybe uncle-daddy as we've talked about; something like that, so that he understands that you're going to be her 'actual' daddy from now on," she said.

"You have done some thinking on all of this haven't you?

"But, 'uncle-daddy'? He's not going to be happy about something like that," he said.

"Ron, you've suffered being out there as a de facto uncle all of these years. I'm just afraid if we don't do something pretty formal to give you your chance to take your rightful place as Jenna's dad, she'll never accept you as such. But really, things won't actually change that much. He'll still be around and loved and respected by us, by all of us. It's just . . ." she said.

"It's just that I'll be in your bed and he won't, and he won't go to bed any night without crying in his beer about that. I know that as a great truth," he said. She nodded.

"It's all going to come down to whether he goes off on me when I talk to him," she said. "I will be doing my level best to make it easy for him. Hell, what we're going to be offering him is generous, more than generous. 

"Yes, it's going to be a hit to his ego; I understand that. But, I will be thinking of some way to more than soften that blow too. 

"As for him losing me, well, the truth is he already has. I just hope that he goes out and finds himself another woman to love him and do for him. Yes, he's going to need that. I almost want to do it for him, I mean set him up," she said.

"That is one place you don't want to go," he said.

"Yes, I know that too. And, I'm not. Frankly, the way he is now as I've described him it would be real hard for him to find a woman who'd want him. But, maybe he can change and do better," she said. "But, whatever, that's going to be on him." Ronald Carter nodded.

"When do you plan to tell him?" he said. "And, would you like me to be there? I'd hate to have you weather the storm alone?"

"Soon, very soon, in the next few days. I just have to get my nerve up. Also, I'm going to clue Jenna first. I don't want to be sandbagging her with all of this.

"And, as far as you being there. I don't know. It might look like we were ganging up on him. No, I think I have to do the dirty work alone this time. I will ask you to keep your phone handy just in case. And, I'd appreciate it if you could not be out of town these next days. I might need you. I mean I will need you, but I might need you real fast and real badly," she said. "I do anticipate a deal of screaming and yelling. I mean he has no clue, so he's going to think that this is some kind of a conspiracy against him for sure. And, I guess in all honesty it kinda is. He's going to react and not well."

"You going to tell him that he's been an ongoing cuckold for fourteen years, I mean the details?" he said.

"I hope he doesn't ask, but he likely will. I think I have to be honest about it all with him. What do you think?" she said.

"When he finds out it's me, well, the shit's going to hit the proverbial fan. He might go off on me. I don't anticipate any violence, but worst case, it might happen," he said. Her hands went to her face.

"What! Violence? Surely he wouldn't try to fight you! I mean you are so much bigger," she said.

"No, I don't think he'd try that, but who knows. This is so off the charts that almost anything 'could' happen, go wrong," he said. She nodded, but slowly.

"Jesus, Ron, don't beat him up. Okay. The little guy has not done anything to deserve that. I really don't want to hurt him. That would be just awful!" she said.

"No, no, I'm not going to hurt him. Hell, I just might run away until he calmed down and would listen to reason," he said.

"Okay then," she said. "I guess we're going to go for it. I just hope it will all work out for the best."

CHAPTER NINE 2001

"Jenna come in here for a minute will you dear." Stacey Carter, was pacing the floor nervously while she waited on her thirteen year-old daughter to join her in the den. The TV was on, but nobody was watching it. She grabbed the clicker and turned it off. 

"Jenna, what's taking you so long," called her mother. 

"I'm here mom, I'm here," said a slightly miffed Jenna, coming into the room.

"Okay, well, have a seat, dear, over there on the love seat." Jenna tendered her mother a questioning look.

"Mom?" said Jenna, taking the seat indicated.

"Jenna, you and I have something to discuss and it's going to take a bit of time to cover it all. But, that's just the way it has to be," said Stacey.

"Huh?" said Jenna. 

"Jenna, there are things that you are not aware of, but after we're done here you will be, important things," said Stacey.

"Okay," said Jenna, her tone laced with concern.

"Oh my, this is going to be hard. Jenna, the things I'm about to tell you may shock you, even scare or worry you some. But, that said, never doubt that momma loves you and your welfare is my number one priority. Understand?"

"I guess, sure," said Jenna. "Mom?"

"Jenna, your dad . . ." started Stacey.

"Daddy? He's okay, right?" said Jenna. Her mother grimaced.

"Jenna, your daddy, well, he's not your daddy," said Stacey. She waited, watched nervously for her daughter's reaction.

"Huh? What? Huh!" said Jenna.

"Jenna, years ago, more than 15 years ago, before you were born, well, I met a man. That man is David Carter. He was a good guy, and well, we were young the both of us. He asked me to marry him. I was ready to be married, and I said yes. But, some time afterwards, his brother, who some time before had been married to a woman named Madeleine and was divorced, came into the picture. That, of course, is the man you know as your uncle Ron.

"At the time, Ronald Carter was still hurting bad because of his divorce even though it had occurred a couple of years earlier. I guess he'd really loved the woman. 

"I could tell that he wanted me, and I have to say it; I discovered that I had feelings for him too. Well, and somehow we ended up in bed together. Jenna he had me, and well, I had you. Your uncle Ronald, the man you've known as your uncle Ron, is your dad, your real dad, not his brother David Carter. The man you've called daddy for your whole life up to this point is really your uncle," said Stacey. "David Carter is really your uncle not your father."

"Momma no!" howled Jenna. The older woman waited for her daughter to calm down.

"Momma . . ." started Jenna.

"Jenna, in the best of all possible worlds this, news, will only have a minimal impact on you or any of us. But, there's more," said Stacey. "And, I need you to be calm and strong, so I can get this all out there for you to understand. Okay?" The young girl nodded, but very slowly.

"The fact is, the man you've been calling daddy, David Carter, does not know he is not your daddy, your real daddy," said Stacey. "I tell you this, because I am going to tell him everything soon, and I need you to not say anything until I have had a chance to talk to him. Can you understand that?" Jenna nodded slowly once again.

"Momma, daddy is going to be very mad; even as young as I am I know that much," said Jenna.

"That's a very real possibility," said Stacey. "I'm going to do my best not to hurt him, but I guess when all is said and done; he'll be the one to understand or not. And, Jenna, one more thing."

"What, momma?" said a now tearful Jenna.

"Jenna, I will be asking your daddy, I mean your Uncle David, for a divorce," said Stacey. 

"Momma, but I don't want you to divorce daddy," said Jenna.

"Jenna, I've thought long and hard about this, and what we, I'm, about to do will be best for all of us in the long run. I've gone fourteen years keeping these secrets, Jen. Up till now I've been able to, keep the secrets that is. But, you're growing very fast.

"Jenna I'm five-eight. My, our David, is only five-five. You're still growing and you're already as tall as me. Your real father is David's half-brother, and he's six-two. David, your daddy, the man you've thought of as your daddy, is going to notice. I'm surprised he hasn't already. And there are other markers too, physical markers: eyes, ears, but anyway . . .

"When he does, the cat will be out of the bag, and me hiding all of this, all of this time, will anger him even more than how it's going to be when I tell him. I think you can see that."

"Mom! This is so bad. I don't want a new daddy!" said Jenna.

"Jenna, David Carter will not be out of your life, our lives. I am going to be trying my best to get him to a place where we can still be a family, all of us. It will be a challenge; I won't kid you, but I will be making the effort. 

"The reason I'm telling you all of this now is to prepare you for the changes that are coming. And, also, to get you to a place where you can help me, really help your Uncle David, to understand and continue as a well-loved member of this family. You know, without a lot of anger and bitterness and all of it. Jenna, I guess I have to ask, can I count on you to help our David through all of this; and, help ourselves get through it all as well?" said Stacey.

Jenna jumped up, screamed, and ran from the room. Her mother flopped down on the love seat her daughter had so recently occupied.

******

"You say she ran out on you?" said Ronald.

"Yes, sort of," said Stacey. "It was too much for her; she ran up to her room to cry."

"Do you think she'll go to him, tell him," said Ronald.

"No, I don't think she'll do that. And, it may not make any difference in any event: I will be telling him myself in the next day or two, the weekend latest. Today's Thursday, but starting tonight, Jenna's going to be staying at one of her friend's house for a few days. Actually, she's asked me if she could. 

"Anyway, telling David all of this, well, it won't be pretty, but getting it over and done is the best of all of the bad choices, of that I'm certain," said Stacey. He nodded.

"I guess. I'm just, I don't know, kind of overwhelmed by the thought of all that's coming. It's going to be a hard nut for us as well as for him. I feel so bad for the man. He's my brother; we've been close forever. But, after this, I just don't know.

"I was nine when mom married David's daddy and the family Carter was born. David came along almost immediately and I suddenly had a half-brother. And, like I say, we've been close all of this time, but now . . ." said Ronald.

"Yes, and you've been real close to his wife for a long time too," said Stacey, smiling.

"Yes, that's so. I couldn't and can't help myself. I love you, Stacey, more than anything. I need you more than I can express. Still, I just wish there was another way, a way to break it to David without hurting him. I know we're going to be hurting him big time, I mean really big time," said Ronald.

"Yes, I suppose that's so. But, he's going to find out the truth sooner or later. It's better he find out this way rather than by accident. Our hiding it all, and for all of this time, is bad enough; we need to be in a position to control things to the extent possible. This way, the way we're going to be doing it, will minimize the damage at least a little. It's best, Ron, it's best," she said. He nodded.

"I guess you're right. When does he get home from his work?" he said.

"The usual, I guess, 5:30ish," she said. "I plan to sit him down and lay it all out for him after dinner, or, maybe tomorrow, Friday, or maybe Saturday. I'm still thinking on it."

"I should ask. Again, would you like me to be there when you lay it on him? You know to support you?" he said.

"No, no, I've thought about it, but no, that would just complicate things. But, do be next to your phone these next days. If I need you, I'll call. Otherwise you'll hear from me when it's done. Okay?" she said. He nodded.

CHAPTER TEN 2001

"Okay, Mac, see you tomorrow man," I said.

"Okay, David, for sure. Good job today. Got everything out to the retailers; the boss is real happy," said Macmillan Crowley. I waved him so long as I headed out. 

We'd gotten off early, 2:30PM. All of the trucks were loaded and on their way to their various destinations: retailers throughout the southern part of the state. Ferguson Bros. Wholesalers, supplied soft goods, mostly clothes, but also a bevy of small appliances, electrical and plumbing supplies to over two hundred outlets. I loved my job, the people I worked with, and the perks. The money? Could have been a bit better, but I had job security: we were all teamsters, part of Union Local 770.

Getting off early, I discovered that I was thirsty. The Silver Spur, our local sawdust joint, had become my favorite sometime hangout and it was on the way home, oh, and they had Miller on tap. Yes indeed, my thirst was about to end. Then, I'd be going home to the little woman, my daughter and a whole lot of familial togetherness. Yes, it was going to be a very good day; I was certain of it.

I pulled into the lot and immediately recognized Marianne Woodley's car: her vanity plate was like no other, PMS666. I had to smile every time I saw it. 

Marianne who used to be part of our crew handling the phones and billing and general clerical, now worked for my brother: I'd gotten her that gig and she'd always been appropriately grateful. It'd saved her after her divorce from her personal asshole. I'd always liked her, everybody did. She also had a great looking ass; well, I was and am an ass man. 

It was cool inside and kind of dark. I spotted Marianne at the bar. She had a yellow pepsi half empty in front of her. I decided to join her.

"This seat taken?" I said, plopping down on it without waiting for an answer. She sighed.

"It is now, I guess," she said.

"How the hell did you beat me over here?" I said. "Not working today?"

"No, the boss, let us out of the cage early," she said. I laughed, she didn't.





Thicker than Blood



"Well, I guess it's going to be a good day then for all of us," I said.

"Well, for you maybe," she said. I was finally paying attention to her tone. She was kinda down that was clear.

"Marianne? Something wrong?" I said.

"My ex-husband has been harassing me. Read he's looking to hook up with me again and refuses to leave me alone. I mean after all of this time," she said. "I guess the chickee he dumped me for back in the day aged."

"Anyway, girl, anything I can do?" I said. I liked Marianne. She was tops as far as good people went. Her ex-husband was regretting losing her; I guess it was ever thus. 

"Thanks, Dave, I appreciate the sentiment. But, I'll just have to deal with the asshole. I'll figure something out. Not much choice," she said.

"A restraining order?" I said. "And the kids?

"I don't want to have to go the legal route again, the divorce was bad enough. And the kids? They're adults: twenty-one and eighteen. They can do their own thing, I guess, make their own choices. I'll be talking to them tonight. They're both dorming it up at the university. They know what's going on, at least the basics. I don't know if they've even heard from him, but if not I'm sure that they soon will.

"Anyway, how are you doing?" she said, changing the subject.

"Good, our anniversary is coming up in about two more weeks, number sixteen actually," I said.

Marianne nodded, kinda sadly, I thought. Well, it was understandable. I could see she was mentally comparing her situation with mine; hers suffered by that comparison.

******

He was signing some documents and handing them off to a subordinate. "Okay, Jim, you can make the deal. Just make sure the co-signer is gold plated credit-wise," said Ronald Carter.

"The salesman nodded. "Will do," said Jim. 

"Hi," she said coming up behind him.

"Oh, hi," he said. "Anything happening?"

"No, not yet, just looking for a little basic support, I guess," she said. "Tonight's the night. Jenna will be out of the house, as I told you yesterday; so I'm breaking up with him now if I don't chicken out and put it off. It's going to be hard; I won't kid you. Truth is I'm still trying to think up some way to soften the blow."

"Yeah, I can dig it," he said. "Stace, you, we, deserve better than we've gotten until now. Hey, even David can come out of this deal ahead if he doesn't go crazy on us and just lose it. He'll be better off financially, and he'll have his freedom. And, while he won't like it much in the initial go, he'll be better off knowing the truth, at least that's what I think."

"Yeah, maybe. That's the hope at any rate. The unrealistic hope," she said.

"Yeah, probably," he said. "So anyway, when? After dinner? And, I know you keep saying no, but really, do you want me there to share the pain?"

"You know, I don't know. I've considered having you there, but . . . "

"Well, I've got a cell. Call me if you decide that way. I can be over there in ten minutes. But, again, after dinner?"

"Yes, and if I call you come. I figure to be done by 7:00ish. I probably won't know for sure though, what I want to do, until the last minute. Okay?" she said. "And, if I don't call, just hang loose until tomorrow."

"Yes, okay, I understand," he said. "That'll be fine."

******

I left Marianne sitting where she'd been when I found her three hours earlier. I felt guilty leaving her, but I did need to get home. Four beers were twice my usual after work embibeation; Stacey was sure to give me hell me for being late and for being a bit inebriated. Well, I had a good excuse, I thought. I'd been Marianne's shoulder to cry on. Figured that would cut some ice with Stacey this time around.

I came in through the kitchen door, the one off the driveway. She was waiting for me. She was leaning back against the little kitchen table we almost always ate breakfast at. But this clearly was not breakfast time; it was a quarter of 6:00PM. And, it didn't look like dinner was on the agenda either. Dessert maybe, but dinner no. She was absolutely stunning. 

She was wearing the shortest of her summer dresses, and the sheerness of it created instant titanium in my underpants. I shucked my coat real quick. I came to her. I knew I didn't smell too good after a day in the warehouse, but she'd brought this on herself, so she'd have to suffer me smelling bad.

"Jesus! You're beautiful," I said.

"Oh, well, thank you very much big boy. Gonna do anything about it?" she said. I went to her at but little short of light speed.

I wrapped my arms around her and then, of themselves, my hands began to roam. I buried four fingers in the still clothed crack of her ass. The heat was singular. I began kissing her feverishly while feeling her up. 

I turned her around and bent her over the table. I flipped her dress up. She wore no panties. I dropped my pants and pushed my skivvies floorward kicking them off in the process. I coaxed her legs apart and she accommodated me. I pushed six inches of steel hard male flesh inside of her. I began screwing her slowly; I knew I couldn't last, but I promised myself that I would get her off with a second go 'round. Either that or orally; I wasn't going to be an asshole today, no siree-boberino! 

I did last for some few minutes before I began driving into her with everything I had. I shuddered. She hadn't made it, but I was prepared for that. She tried to straighten up, but I short shanked her urging her to stay bent over. I dropped to my knees and began phase two. I licked and sucked at her slit with a wildness I couldn't remember ever approaching in the past. I felt her shudder and convulse: she'd made it. Thank God! I thought.

I rocked back on my heels. She turned and offered me her hand. "Come on, stud, take me upstairs and do me again. You can do it. I know you can," she said. 

"Oh, yeah!" I said. "Oh yeah."

In the room she shoved me down on the edge of the bed and pushed me backwards. She knelt between my legs and sucked and stroked my dick. I was hard again in no time. She was still wearing her sun dress and for some reason that seemed more sexy to me than if she'd been naked.

I took her again missionary. She made it too at least I think she did.

We lay side by side breathing hard, the both of us. I couldn't remember her being so hot, or me either if it came to that. And, for some reason or no reason that little fact worried me.

"Good for you?" she said.

"The best ever," I said. 

"Well, good," she said. "I needed you to know just how good a man you could be. That's important to me."

"Well, let's just say you inspired me," I said.

"Hmm, okay, well good," she said. "We'll talk later. I have some things to say to you, and some things to ask of you. Okay? But not now, a little later, maybe tomorrow."

Her tone, her words, something wasn't right, but right at that moment I could not have begun to guess what those might be. More, I wasn't sure I wanted to know. But what was also certain at that moment was that I was satisfied and happy and married to the most wonderful female in the world. Whatever she wanted, well, I wanted to give it to her if I could. 

We slept, it was only 7:30PM, maybe a quarter to 8:00PM, but we slept. Well, we had burned a ton of calories, no doubt about that. Later, or maybe in the morning, tomorrow was Saturday, we'd talk as she'd said she wanted.

CHAPTER ELEVEN 2001

I woke up. I had to pee. Her side of the bed was empty. I wondered at that. Well, maybe she'd had to pee too. I looked at the clock on the dresser; it read 3:00AM. The bathroom door was open and it was dark inside. She hadn't needed to pee. She wasn't in our room at all. I called to her, but no answer. I grabbed my robe from the back of her vanity's chair and slipped out of the room and into the hall. I looked over the bannister and down the staircase. There was a light on in the kitchen; I could see its glow quite clearly, and I heard mumbling. She was in the kitchen. Someone was with her. I headed downstairs barefoot and still stiff from sleep.

Nearing the kitchen I was able to hear them more clearly; she had a visitor all right—at fucking 3:00AM! This wasn't good. I hung back around the corner from her, them, in the dinette, to hear what I could hear.

"No, I haven't laid it on him yet. Tomorrow morning after breakfast maybe," she said.

"But, you let him have you earlier tonight?" he said. I was stunned. There was no doubt about it. Her visitor was my brother, my brother Ronald Carter.

"Yes, it was our swan song; he just doesn't know it yet. I wanted to prove to him that he isn't a complete loser that he would be able to find a woman of his own. Yes, I know it was a crazy idea, but I think I did right in letting him have me the one last time. He's going to have enough to deal with without doubting his manhood. I wanted to do what I could to help him with that," she said. "I think I did."

"Okay, but why did you call me to come now. I mean at this time of freakin' o'clock!" said my brother. 

"I have packed all the stuff I want to take; it's under the stairwell. I need you to take it and get it the heck outta here. If he goes off on me tomorrow, or breaks down emotionally, I want to be able to get out easily and quickly. I don't want to be hefting bags out to my car while he's crying his eyes out or carrying on belligerently if it goes that way," she said.

"Okay, I see," said Ronald. "Makes sense I guess. I hope he takes it calmly, but like you, I have my doubts that he will. You know, especially about the big thing."

I listened and was sick to my stomach. It was clear to me that in spite of the previous evening of sex, that she'd allowed me, she was intent on dumping me, and that apparently for my brother. 

I considered crashing their party, but decided to wait till morning. By then I would be calmer, probably. I'd be doing some thinking between now and then. There was no chance that I was going to be able to sleep in any event. 

I crept back up the stairs and let the two them continue with their conspiring. I felt awful and now other things began to concern me. Our daughter, what of her? Our relatives, Stacey's and mine: how were they going to react to the incestuous relationship the two of them were obviously contemplating? And, what exactly did my soon to be ex-brother mean by 'the big thing'." Dumping me for him wasn't big enough! I had a very bad feeling about this last, and I didn't even know why, not yet.

I pretended to be asleep when she rejoined me in bed maybe twenty minutes after I had left them to their little conspiracy. She did not cuddle with me, but she clearly wasn't interested in me anymore, so that little bit of marital neglect made sense.

******

Breakfast was a quiet affair. She was clearly uneasy. Well hell so was I. She'd gotten up before me. She'd made waffles and bacon for us. In spite of my upset relative to what I knew was about to go down; I was hungry. My decision to wait until this morning and to think things over, well, that is the things I so far knew about, had been a good idea. I was collected if not exactly calm and cool.

"The breakfast was good," I said. "Thank you. You're the greatest and not just in bed." I was actually smirking. I was about to get my walking papers and I was smirking; what the hell was that all about!

"Uh, thank you, David. Nice of you to say," she said. She was clearly off balance. I wondered if I was going to get the straight of it or if I was going to get a pack of euphemisms and lies. Well, at least nobody could claim that the situation wasn't interesting. 

"Dave, I have something to talk to you about. You know like I mentioned last night," she said.

"Yes, right, I remember," I said. "So . . ."

"Dave, I know this may hurt you, but I want a divorce," she said. I leaned back in my seat. I used one of the cloth napkins she'd set out to dab my lips with.

"Excuse me?" I said, deadpanning. "So last night was just some kind of joke, is that it?"

"Heavens no. It was something I wanted to do with you one last time," she said. "You've been a good and honorable husband all of these years, but I have fallen in love with another. Actually, I have been in love with another for a long time."

"Oh yeah?" I said. "So who is it, and why are you announcing this to me now? Why not long before if you've been in love with another for so long a time, as you say," I said. She looked disconcerted. I don't think the conversation was going as she planned or thought it might.

"David, why are you acting like this? What's going on?" she said. I decided to come clean, it didn't make any difference, and it might get a truer version of things if she knew I knew stuff.

"Because I overheard you and my asshole ex-brother conspiring against me last night," I said. Her hand went to her mouth. I'd stopped her.

"Oh my God! How I must have hurt you," she said. "Davey, I am so sorry."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said. "Just do me one last favor and forget the phony bullshit, okay. Just give it to me straight, the truth, I mean," I said. She sighed and began to pace back and forth in front of the sink.

"The who? Well, I guess you've already figured that one out. The why," she said. "Because there is no doubt that you were going to figure it out, the why, before too long, and then it was going to be infinitely worse. This way, my hope is that we will be able to salvage our family relationships, at least on some level, with a minimum of blowback."

"How do you figure? You're fucking him right, my ex-brother?" I said. "That's incest if you didn't know it. That's definitely going to cause a typhoon of blowback among family members no matter what I do, think, say."

"Maybe not," she said. "And Ronald is not your ex-brother. He's your blood that's not going to change."

"He was technically my half-brother, and I'm officially writing him off forever. Oh, and you're dreaming if you think that there won't be any blowback from your incest, and his," I said.

"Nevertheless, your blood," she said. "And, he cares about you. Believe me when I tell you that, but . . ."

"But?" I said.

"David, this is going to be the worst for you. I know it, and I would have, and still would, do anything to save you from this, anything within my power," she said.

"Get to it, Stacey, stop beating around the bush; you're killing me," I said. And, she was, killing me that is.

"David, you are not Jenna's father; Ronald is," she said. Well, I knew what it was now, the big thing. And, looking at her at that moment, there was not a scintilla of doubt in my mind that what she said was true.

I just stared at her. I didn't trust my voice. 

"I'm sorry David. I met you first. I was ready to be married and you asked me, and looking at you at the time, I thought, well I thought, you'd make a good lifetime mate. But then . . ."

"But, then my ex-brother came into the picture and you began cheating on me," I said. I figured it had to be something like that. Ronald had always been a womanizer. I smiled.

"You're smiling. Can I count that as a good thing?" she said.

"Depends. I can get by your cheating, Stacey, even, as is obviously the case, the fact that I have been an unknowing cuckold all of this time," I said.

"Okay?" she said.

"Shared custody, equal custody of my daughter. He might be the sperm donor, but I have been there for her all of these years not him. She's my daughter too. More mine than his if we come right down to it," I said.

"David, Jenna will be living with us. Visitation? No problem, but . . ." she said.

"But, you intend to cut me out of her life, at least mostly. Right?" I said.

"Heavens no! You will always be a part of our family life. Just as . . ."

"Just as?" I said.

"Well, just as Ronald has all of these years," she said.

"Huh?" I said. I was missing something, but could not have immediately said what that something was.

"You'll always be welcome at the house. You'll be what Ronald has always been to her, a well-loved uncle, a very special person in her life, just as you have always been a very special person in her life," she said.

"Uncle? Did you say I'd be her uncle? Not her daddy?" I said. I was speaking quietly but I know my eyes were narrowed into very angry slits. I think she shivered, but that might have been my imagination.

"A very special one," she said.

"Trust me soon-to-be ex-wife, we're going to war. The courts will be deciding this one. I will not accept being a mere uncle to the little girl I have loved as my own daughter for thirteen years. The only thing that would cut me out of her life, as you are clearly conspiring to do, would be for me to hear from her that that's what she wants. I'm betting that I will never hear that from her, just from you two incestuous conspirators," I said.

"David, get this. We, Ron and I, are not trying to cut you out of her life. But, Ron feels like he has been left out in the cold all of these years and wants to be a daddy to her. And, frankly, David, I think you can appreciate that. I mean understand his fatherly feelings," she said. "But you will always be there for her, and for all of us; it's who you are. Yes, our roles will be changed some, but not that much really."

"Let me say just one last thing, you know, before you run off easily and quickly," I said. "I will not accept anything less than shared custody, not without a fight. And, I will fight that one to the bitter end and beyond. Believe it!"

"Dave, think it over. We need to talk again when you're calmer. Okay? But okay, I do need to go now. I will have Jenna with me. I'll be picking her up from her sleepover later today, so don't worry about her. And again, you are not being cut out of her life, not at all," she said. 

I just stared or maybe sneered at her and what she was saying, I'm not sure. And then she was gone. The love of my life was no more the love of my life; she was the hated enemy. Odd how a love as strong as mine could morph into something so totally different so quickly, but it had.

CHAPTER TWELVE 2001

I had a mission now: to talk to my daughter. The woman had said she wouldn't stop me from seeing her, but would she not? Or, allowing me to see her, would she make it problematical in any event: maybe insist on being there while I was trying to make my case to my child. Well, I guess we'd soon know. But, first things first. I had to get me a lawyer.

I knew that my ex-brother, and he sure as hell was already ex to me, would use his money to hire some big legal gun to get his way, and hers. But, I had a possible counter move I could make. The son of my boss was a lawyer, a criminal lawyer, but maybe he could help me with my situation in any case.

******

I sat in the outer office waiting for his current meeting with a potential customer to end, so I could be ushered in to see him, Milton Ferguson, CEO of Ferguson Bros. It was Saturday, but a workaholic like Milton Ferguson was virtually always on the job. 

Milton and I had been friends for a long time. He'd been to our house, Stacey's and mine, a number of times for barbecues and other events. He'd even been to the baptism of Jenna so many years before. He was in fact her godfather. I was hoping that his son, Nathan, would help me. I couldn't afford him, but I had a plan. The plan was but embryonic at the moment, but if I were lucky it might blossom into something more concrete after I talked to him. At any rate that was the hope.

The office door opened and my boss and his new customer were shaking hands. Good, Milt would be in a good mood. I watched quietly while the customer turned and went out.

"David, come in come in," he said.

Milton and his brother Gerald, the company CFO, had founded the company thirty years earlier. Milton and I had become friends in spite of our totally different place on the social register. Milt was a people person. Gerald, on the other hand, was taciturn and friends with few; well, he was a money man and a money man only. The good news for me was that I never had to deal with Gerald, well, there's an upside to everything.




Thicker than Blood



"Thanks, boss," I said. I entered his office and waited for him to enthrone himself behind his desk before taking the seat in front of it.

"So what's happening, young man," he said. I spread my hands in an it's a monster deal gesture; he picked up on it. Well, Milton was nothing if not good at reading people.

"Dave? What's wrong?" he said. I decided to get right to the point.

"Stacey is leaving me and, at the least, wants to minimize my position with my daughter," I said. Yes, I know that was maybe an exaggeration taking into consideration what she'd actually said, but I had gotten a very bad feeling from her tone and look when she laid it all on me.

"Excuse me! You and Stacey! I mean you're quits?" he said.

"Seems so, yes. She laid it on me this morning. There's more, but that's the bottom line," I said. "Boss, I need a couple of favors if that would be all right."

"Okay, tell me," he said.

"I'm going to need some time off until I can get things a bit more straightened out than they are at the moment. And . . ." I said.

"And?" he said.

"And, I wondered if your son, Nathan, might be willing to take my case on a contingency basis," I said. "I figure to sue the sonovabitch ex-brother of mine, he's the other man in the picture, for alienation of affection." My boss nodded gravely.

"I see. Well, as for the time off, sure. How much time do you think you'll be needing?" he said.

"I figure a couple of weeks if that would be all right," I said.

"Okay, I can set that up for you. But as for Nathan, he doesn't do domestic stuff. He's pretty much committed to criminal law," he said. "I'm pretty sure he could recommend someone for you though. In fact I'm sure of it," said Milton Ferguson.

"Okay," I said.

"You say it would be on contingency? Meaning if you won the alienation case the lawyer, whoever it turned out to be, would get his then?" said Milton.

"Yes, my brother's a millionaire; I can't compete with him on any level when it comes to money. He's sure to be going to use his cash to pay for the best he can find out there lawyer-wise," I said.

"Your bother then is the other man as you say. You mean Ronald?" he said.

"Yes," I said. He whistled. 

"That's a big assed wow," he said.

"Worse, I found out this morning that he was the sperm donor for Jenna," I said. The look on the older man's face was nothing if not one of pure shock.

"Oh my God," he said. He picked up the phone and punched in a number. "I'm calling Nathan right now. I know he's working today. You'll have an appointment with him before lunch."

"Thank you, boss. I really need to get the ball rolling at the earliest possible moment," I said.

"Absolutely," he said. The call went through and the older man swiveled in his chair away from me to talk to whoever was on the other end, likely Nathan Ferguson himself.

Call completed, he swiveled back to face me. "I wasn't able to get you in before lunch, but I was able to get you in 'for' lunch. The Holiday Inn on third at noon," he said.

"Thanks a million, boss. I won't forget this. I won't," I said.

"Not a problem, David, and good luck. I know how bad these sorts of things can be," he said. 

We parted company and I headed out and across town to the Holiday Inn. I still had two hours to kill, but I didn't have anywhere else to be. My wife was with her lover, and would be with my daughter by day's end which bothered me; but, I was going to do my best to minimize the impact of that situation immediately if not sooner!

******

I finished my second manhattan and was watching the overhead TV monitor. The Red Sox were ahead of the Yankees three to two, bottom of the sixth.

The man slid onto the stool next to mine. "You're David Carter if I'm not mistaken," said the man.

"Yes, sir, I am. You must be Nathan, Nathan Ferguson," I said.

"I am that," he said. "My dad gave me but few particulars. A divorce action, right?" 

"Yes, but mainly a custody battle and an alienation of affection lawsuit. I think she intends to cut me out of my rights as a father. She thinks she can do it because I, as I found out this morning, was not the sperm donor; her lover was, fourteen years ago," I said. My bar mate nodded gravely. 

"Let's move this little confab over there," he said. "It'll be more comfortable and a deal more private." We headed for the booth he indicated.

Seated, I laid it out for him.

"So, the other guy, your brother, was the sperm donor, but he never paid any child support. He's just been Uncle Ron all of these years?" he said.

"Yes," I said.

"And, you had no clue about any of this these past many years?"

"No, nothing," I said. He nodded.

"Okay, I have someone I want you to talk to, and yes, I know this is on contingency. She's my associate, and she is very good at what she does which is all family law. What can be done she will do. I have to tell you, that while what the two of them have done to you is shit, the only thing the judge will likely look at, as far as custody is concerned, is the welfare of the child. You'll get visitation, but how much or under what conditions, well, that's going to be up in the air until whatever judge you get finally rules. As for the alienation of affection suit, that's usually a toughie, but in this case, well, I think you actually have a solid case. Anyway, Her name in Winifred Clark, and she is good," said Nathan. "Call her. Tell her I sent you."

******

I made the appointment with my new lawyer by phone for Monday; well, I was anxious to get it done. I definitely wanted a short court date as far as the matter of custody was concerned. I wasn't going to give them a chance to undermine me with Jenna. 

But, lawyer or no lawyer, for the moment I was dependent on the two cheaters; and, I hated it. I gritted my teeth and made the call.

"Yeah, I want to see my daughter if she's there. Okay?" I said, that in answer to his hello. I figured the woman would have already picked her up from her sleepover.

"Uh, David, okay," said my ex-brother. "When you coming over?" 

"I'll pick her up in half an hour," I said.

"Uh, just a minute, okay." He evidently put down the phone because he didn't react to my "I don't have a minute."

"David?" said my wife, now the party on the other end of the line.

"Yes, I'll be over to pick up Jenna in half an hour unless you two are planning on blocking contact with her by me," I said.

"David, we had something going, but okay this time. Half an hour?" she said. "Can you give me an idea when you might be bringing her back?"

She'd stopped me momentarily with that one. It occurred to me that she was already assuming that she would have physical custody of our baby. I decided to call her on it.

"In a couple of hours, unless she opts to stay with me instead of you, that is until the court makes a decision in the matter of custody one way or the other," I said.

"David, you need to get over your anger. I promise, that if you help us out here, we, Ron and I, will do our best to make things good by you. Please! Okay?" I said. I was steaming.

"Half an hour," I said, and I hung up and that not too gently.

******

She was dressed very nicely as she came down the walkway from my ex-brother's semi-mansion. Well, he was a millionaire. I'd not seen the clothes she was wearing before. Momma had undoubtedly already taken her shopping. She was only thirteen or I'm sure her new would-be daddy would have had her driving a new Vette for damn sure. Bribery would be his modus operandi; I was sure of it.

"Hi baby," I said, as she got in the car.

"Hi dad," she said. I smiled at that, her calling me dad. I wondered what she was calling him. Well, I guessed I would know the answer to that soon enough.

We headed for the IHOP near our house, the house that used to be home to the three of us and now was home only to me unless Jenna opted to be with me.

Seated and having ordered, we stared at our place mats. 

"How's it going, honey girl," I said. 

"Okay," she said.

"Jenna, I'm your daddy; you can talk to me tell me anything. Okay?" I said.

"Okay," she said.

"So, can I ask you something?" I said.

"Uh-huh," she said.

"You're mom wants you to stay at your uncle's house? Would you like to come home tonight and be with me?" I said. I was holding my breath.

She was looking down. I had a bad feeling.

"Jenna?" I said.

"I only got there today, Daddy. I was at Marlene's house until last night. Momma picked me up from there today, and we went shopping. We were gonna go to the zoo this afternoon, but momma said you wanted to talk to me," she said.

"Yes, yes I did. Well you can imagine," I said. "But tell me would you like to stay at our house, you know, until the courts say or do something?"

"Momma says I will be staying at their house, hers and daddy Ron's," said Jenna.

"Daddy Ron's?" I said. I guess I had my answer as to what she was calling him.

"Yes, daddy. Momma says he's my real daddy. I know about that stuff, dad, sperm and a woman's eggs and everything. I'm thirteen," she said.

"So you're calling me daddy and him daddy too?" I said. I wasn't sure how I was feeling about that. My soon to be ex had seemed to indicate that I was going to be cut out of the daddy category, but maybe so far, at least, not.

"Yes, but . . ." she said.

"But?" I said.

"Momma says I'm supposed to call you uncle, but I can't daddy. I mean, I know that daddy Ron is my real daddy, but so are you aren't you?" she said. She was being so earnest that in any other situation it would have been comical.

"Well, your momma is wrong. Your Uncle Ron, was the sperm donor, but we, you and I, have been daddy and daughter forever, and that's not going to change. Okay?" I said.

"Okay, daddy," she said. 

"But again, where would you rather stay, until the court tells us what to do, our house or his?" I said.

"I guess with momma, daddy. Is that all right?" she said. I was a little hurt, but at least she wasn't letting her mother's dictates rob us of our father-daughter relationship, so far. I wonder if my wife really was duplicitous enough to try and force her to defrock me of my fatherhood.

We ate and talked, and I made a concerted effort to try and make her feel good being with me. I took her back to the cheaters. I got a kiss from her as she exited my car. I watched as she headed up the walkway away from me. Oh, how I hated the two of them!

CHAPTER THIRTEEN 2001

The meeting with Winifred Clark was anything but boring.

"Nice to meet you she said. Nathan told me you've got a really, what, complicated situation," said Miss Clark.

"Oh yeah, I said. Really complicated and I didn't know where to turn. Anyway, I explained my problem to my boss, Nathan's dad, last Saturday, and he, well, here I am," I said. 

"Yes, here you are. Why don't we begin by you giving me an overview of your situation if that's all right," she said. "Then, I'll ask you some questions and we can then look at what your options might be. Then, that done, we'll put together a plan of action. Sound okay to you?"

"Sure bet," I said. Over the next half hour I laid out a time line of all of the events and happenings right up to and including my meeting with my daughter. My new lawyer raised an eyebrow at my description of that scene, but said nothing initially. But then she did. 

"To describe your situation as, well, a situation, is pretty much an understatement," she said. "Heck, I've seen soap operas with less pathos."

"Yeah, really," I said.

"There's good news and bad news, David. The good news is that the judge will guarantee your status as 'a' father of Jenna, but likely not her only father; there is really no doubt about that. You've been that to her forever, and that is going to be recognized by the court. The bad news is, your wife will likely get physical custody of Jenna year 'round. You'll likely get visitation, and I will fight to expand that, but overall they, the two of them will be in a position to influence your daughter at least to some extent. You say her lover, your half-brother, has money?" she said.

"Yes, he's a millionaire, car dealerships, four of them," I said. She nodded gravely.

"From what you've told me about their attitude, they will likely use their money and other resources to influence how Jenna sees things and how she acts toward you. But, similarly, from all you've told me, I think it unlikely that they would try to actually vilify you. And . . .

"I don't see Jenna willingly writing you out of your position as her father, maybe even her main father; but, there may be things she accedes to over time that will rankle in your gut: shining you on at certain ceremonial events, the other guy walking her down the aisle if and when she marries, forgetting important dates: your birthday, Father's day and the like. In her mind, she won't be consciously shunting you aside, but the effect will be the same. If you take my advice, you will remain calm and aloof from such slights as they may occur, and I am fully aware of how hard that may be for you," she said.

I sagged back in my seat. "You said you might be able to expand my visitation rights from what is usually the case?" I said.

"Maybe, that will be a main thrust of my efforts for sure. Can I ask, is there any way you might be able to get the two of them to lighten up and not get in the way of a joint and equal custody request by us?" she said.

"Not according to my wife. She seemed adamant that I would be relegated to second class citizenship when it comes to my baby," I said. "I can ask again, try again, but I doubt if they'll budge."

"Okay, well make the effort anyway. We need to be able to tell the judge we tried. Okay?" she said.

"Okay," I said.

We talked some more and settled a few things, including my alienation of affection suit. But, the most immediate thing for me, at least in one respect, was to go for a short court date. I did not want this thing, the divorce, and the custody battle tied up with it, to be dragged out any more than was absolutely necessary. And, then the meeting was over, and I was left to cry in my beer. 

As much as I hated my wife, at least I was telling myself that I hated her; I still needed her. I still loved her too; there was no escaping that reality. Love, hate, confusion, desperation all of it was my lot. All of that added onto what the two of them were going to try to do, as I saw it, to come between my daughter and me. I did not deserve this, any of it!

******

I got the word less than a week later: we got our short date. It seems that my ex-wife was going to cooperate at least to that extent. And while it is what I wanted, her giving in to me on this particular point, and that so easily, worried me; it worried me a lot!

Just thirty-days from the date of her filing for the divorce, we were in court for a hearing. We stared at each other from across the room. Well, I stared, she just smiled at me and seemed to be sending me the message that she was my friend. Well, we'd see about that.

"The court will come to order, the honorable Preston Daniels presiding. You may all be seated.

I watched as the two of them made their statements; I guess that's what they were. The judge acknowledged them. Then, I was called. Winnifred had to encourage me to go up and tell my side of things. Odd the lawyers didn't do much or say much themselves, not in court at any rate. I made my statement; then, it was time for the judge to do all of the talking.

He addressed himself mainly to the last two things, the last bones of contention between us, between me and Stacey and my ex-brother.

As regards the divorce petition filed by Mrs. Carter, wife of David Carter. I hereby grant it since it is not contested by Mr. David Carter. The property settlement shall be as presented to me and is, again, not contested by Mr. David Carter. But now, as regards the two remaining issues.

My primary concern is for the welfare of Jenna Carter age thirteen. I have talked to Jenna and she has held forth that she loves her father of thirteen years, David Carter very much. But, she has indicated that she would prefer to reside with her mother for purposes of physical custody and permanent residency . . ."

I sank back in my seat. Winnie, Winnifred, had warned me that the mother usually got physical custody, but hearing that Jenna had okayed it hurt. It hurt a lot, an awful lot. I felt myself about to vomit, then, I did. The hullabaloo that ensued held up things for a quarter of an hour while I cleaned up and straightened myself out in an adjacent restroom. I don't know who mopped up the mess I'd made on the floor and seat.

"Are you okay now, Mr. Carter?" said the judge. I nodded. I didn't trust my voice, his honor didn't push it. My now ex-wife had a very concerned look on her face, my ex-brother too if it came to that.

"Mister Carter, you have been Jenna's daddy for all of this time. I would like to say that visitation by you shall be unlimited and without restriction, but practicalities require that I structure things to be as fair as might be. This, bearing in mind the psychological and physical welfare of Jenna Carter.

"Mister Carter, you shall be entitled to have Jenna with you one weekend a month, which weekend shall be as agreed to by you and your now ex-wife, Stacey Carter. Additionally, you and your ex-wife will alternate holiday custody, also as shall be agreed to between the two of you. Finally, Mr. Carter, You will be entitled to have Jenna reside with you for two weeks during her school's summer vacation, which schedule shall also be agreed to by you and your ex-wife.

"Now, as to the matter of Mr. Ronald Carter, the biological father's rights. I have been appraised of the fact that he shall be marrying Stacey Carter; hence, his place in the scheme of things is not at issue. Should this proposed marriage not take place or should any of the main factors in this divorce change substantially, this court stands ready to revisit its decisions.

"And lastly, the matter of alienation of affection on the part of Ronald Carter. It is clear to me, as would be the case per any reasonable person, that mister Ronald Carter did indeed alienate the affections of Stacey Carter from her husband David Carter. An award of $250,000 is hereby granted to Mr. David Carter in this regard." I noticed that even my rich ex-brother winced at the judge's ruling.

"Court adjourned."

I sat stock still. I didn't care a tinker's damn about the award, only about the custody issue. Winnifred, sat with me saying things, but I really didn't hear her, or, hearing, understand what she was about. 

I had expected it, her, Jenna, staying with them. Deep down I had expected it, but it was a shock nonetheless. I couldn't process her choosing him over me, not over the long haul. No I couldn't.

"You going to be all right, David?" she said, finally. I looked up at her and nodded. Truth told I didn't even know what I was nodding about. She patted my arm and then I was alone. The courtroom was empty except for me. 

Finally, I rose to leave. It was after 5:00PM. Outside, the corridor was empty; well I thought it was, at first. Them I felt someone tug at my sleeve.

"David, I'm sorry," said Stacey. I looked around at her. I glanced left and right looking for him; he wasn't there. I just stared at her.

"She chose him," I said. I started walking away, but slowly. 

"David, he's her father, but she chose me, her mother, not him. David, we have to talk. The judge said we have to make decisions together, about visitation. David, I know what the judge said, but you won't be limited to just what he said. We can work things out so that they are way more generous to you. Okay?" she said.

"She chose him," I said, repeating myself. "Please just leave me alone. I need to be alone."




Thicker than Blood



"David this isn't all bad. You got a quarter million in there. I'm giving you the house and the savings. For godssake what else can I do!" she said.

"I don't care about your damn money. The lawyers might, but I don't. Get that lady, get that! Now get away from me and leave me alone. She chose him!"

"Oh my. Okay, David, but we, you and I, need to talk. Okay?" she said.

"She chose him."

******

Outside of the courthouse I squinted in the sunlight that reflected harshly off the white stone of the buildings. I didn't quite stumble down the steps but almost; I was still sick to my stomach.

A blue Sentra pulled up to the curb where I was about to cross the street to hire a cab that I'd noticed stationed there. Winnie had driven me down, but I had opted to not have her drive me back. I needed to be alone.

"Get in nephew," said my Aunt Delia. Delia Carter, matriarch of the clan since my mom had died. Sixty years-old, gray haired, short, feisty, and always in the know; well, almost always in the know.

I wanted to be alone, but, Aunt Delia? She, I knew, would not be giving me any euphemistical pap, and, I was more than persuaded that she would be on my side. I got in the car.

"How are you doing, David?" she said.

"I just lost in there, Aunt Delia. I'm not doing real good," I said. She looked at me and smiled.

"Your day will come, David. The two of them have made a tremendous blunder. They just don't know it yet," she said. 

"It's not them, and their doings that are the problem," I said. "Well, it is, but not the one that's killing me. Jenna chose that man over me. She told the judge she wanted to stay with them."

"More like she said she wanted to stay with her mother. I know you talked to Jenna about all of this. You had no clue from her?" she said.

"No, but that was weeks ago, and since then, when I've been allowed to see her, nothing. Just daddy daughter stuff. You know, McDonald's, the movies, the park that kind of thing," I said.

"When do you see her next," she said.

"Not sure. I'm supposed to work that out with the woman," I said.

"You mean Stacey," said Aunt Delia, in a slightly reproving tone.

"Yes, Stacey," I said. "She's the woman."

"Davey, I know you still love her. She's made a big mistake. He's not the man you are. Oh, he's a business tycoon and all of that, but that is just so much fluff and feathers. You're actually a good man. A man who would never betray his love or his responsibilities. Those trump money every time," she said. "It will take some time, but Stacey will come to realize her error and that's a fact."

"Yeah maybe," I said, my tone conveying no confidence in my words. She smiled at me.

"Davey, do not become morose or depressed over this. You must show your strength. Show them that you are the strong one and the one who is in the right. They'll have to respect that, and they will have a deal of thinking to do about their actions," she said. "Be strong nephew, be strong."

We talked for some time, as she drove us slowly to the house where I still resided. I felt a bit better than I had after the scene at the courthouse, but only a bit.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN 2001 

In spite of Aunt Delia's words, I was still down mentally. I just couldn't come to grips with the fact that my daughter wanted to stay with them, especially him. I knew he'd be buying her off, literally. New clothes, new female stuff, new everything. I couldn't compete with him in those kinds of things. All I had was love for my baby, and, for my wife, my former wife. I hated her and loved her at the same time. I would die for her and she knew it; she had to know it. Could he, my ex-brother, say as much? 

Why had she done me this way? He was taller and better looking, okay, those were givens. But he'd long been a womanizer! She knew that too. And, I knew that he'd be cheating on her sooner or later for sure. And yet, she'd dumped me for him. The judge said that she and I would have to talk at some point. I guessed that that would be so. When we did, I would be asking a few more questions of her, well, maybe. I had to hope that she'd be straight with me, and at least give me some measure of closure for all of the stuff she'd done to me. Well, we'd be seeing.

******

I was pretty much a psychological basket case since the divorce. And seven months after being conditionally declared single, I got the official papers saying the divorce was final. I got drunk, well, why the hell not. A reason to celebrate right! Also a reason to cry my baby-ass eyes out and I did both: drink and sob. The big news was, as would eventually become clear, that things were going to get infinitely worse and that long before they'd be getting better. Well, it was ever thus I fucking supposed.

The Silver Spur wasn't busy when I came in, for the fortieth night in a row. Anymore a good percentage of my paycheck was dedicated to the economic growth of the place. I hadn't gotten my name engraved on my favorite bar stool yet, but I figured it had to be only a matter of time before I would be so honored.

"Evening, good buddy," said Hammond Greeley, head barkeep at the Spur.

"You too, Ham," I said. "Got something around five hundred proof for me?" I said.

"Maybe eighty or a hundred, ran out of the heavy stuff," he said, smirking.

"More's the pity. Well, gimme what yuh got," I said.

"You got it, man," he said. 

I watched the other early arrivals beginning to get into the scene as I sipped my Smirnoff blue label and nibbled on the pretzels my favorite drink master kept in front of me.

My favorite partner in misery came in about mid-second drink. I waved her over. "You look good Marianne," I said. "I mean for someone who absolutely knows how miserable I am."

We'd talked a lot over the months since my divorce from Stacey. She acted as kind of an emotional anchor for me as I had once acted as one for her. 

"So what's up?" she said, plopping down on the stool next to mine. "Anything new?"

"No nothing special. I've decided to get me another place. I gotta get outta that house. I've only stayed in it this long for the kid's sake. But, lately she doesn't seem to want to be there that much either, don't know why," I said.

"Hmm, probably too many memories?" said Marianne.

"Maybe. Anyway, I guess I'm gonna sell it and use my half of the money to get into a condo some place. The other half I'll be sending to the cheaters," I said.

"I thought you said she gave you the house outright. Kinda of a consolation prize for her shitting on you," she said.

"Yeah, but I ain't takin' nothin' from her and sure as hell not from him. What they did to me is never going to be forgiven or forgotten, not ever," I said. "No assuaging their betrayals or guilt with gifts, if they even feel any guilt, not even!"

"I can dig it, Dave, but on another level, you really need to let her go and get on with making a new life for yourself, same as I did," she said. "Did you decide what to do with the cash award you got?"

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. As for the award, after taxes I split it all with my two lawyers, Nathan and Winifred; they each got a hundred grand. I didn't want any of that either."

"Shit, that was a heckuva a lot of money to be dumping." She said. 

"Yeah, I guess, if you care about money. I don't want anything from either of them, and I mean anything," I said.

"I'm a woman, David, we know about this stuff a bit better than you men. Like I said, you need to dump the baggage and get on with your life. Things will even out in the long run, depend on it," she said, and then she giggled. I had to wonder what she thought was worth giggling about. I didn't ask.

"Yeah, well, I'm convinced of the truth of that," I said, but I said it sarcastically. Now, she laughed outright.

I liked talking to Marianne. She was one woman that I trusted. Her and Aunt Delia were about it though.

******

My talk with Marianne actually decided me. I listed the house on the following Monday. I listed it to sell fast; I wanted out of there. My next days would be spent packing and getting ready for the move. I was actually getting anxious, looking forward to it.

My weekend with Jenna was coming up in three days. My ex and I had met a couple of weeks after the initial court date for a total of twenty minutes and made up my official visitation schedule. And, no I didn't get any of the questions I'd intended to ask answered; that because I didn't ask them; I was too chicken, go figure. 

At any rate she'd, had Stacey, made an attempt to use the occasion of us meeting to get me to talk about, things, other things that were on her agenda; but I'd shut her down. I didn't need the aggravation of her trying to get me to 'lighten up' as she'd termed it. Or, of being around her, seeing her, smelling her, I just wanted her the hell away from me at the earliest possible moment. She appeared frustrated by what I'm sure she saw as my stubborn intransigence; that was just too damn bad.

At any rate, I was ready for my time with my daughter. This little time would be packed with stuff to do. My new digs were smaller than the house we'd all been living in the past fourteen years and that caused a small inconvenience. Jenna had not taken everything with her to her new home. There were things she would likely want to pack, things she might want to throw out, and other things she might want to give away. At any rate, Friday night I would be taking her to dinner and Saturday we'd do the packing and such. Sunday we'd kick back, maybe even go to the Verde river and picnic; I liked going to the river; it was calming and pretty and rugged and, well, fun. For sure there'd been precious little fun in my life for most of the last ten months.

******

They delivered her right on time. One thing about the two of them; they were never late in delivering Jenna.

"But, where have you moved to?" said Jenna, after I'd given her the news.

"Not far, baby. Got me a condo. It'll be easier for me. Since your mom and you have left, I don't need so much space," I said. She looked askance at my words.

"Daddy, I miss you, but it's hard being there and being here. Kids at school know you and mom are divorced. It's hard having to keep talking about it all of the time. That's why I hardly ever have my friends come over to the house anymore. Mom is pushing me to do that but I don't want to not yet," she said.

"Hmm, I understand," I said. 

"What about your Uncle Ron?" I said. And, yes, my words were kind of an indirect test as one might have said.

"Daddy, he's daddy Ron now. He's my real daddy," she said. "But you're my daddy too," she said in kind of a hurry.

"Oh, yeah, okay," I said. I wanted to scream that the shithead hadn't been there for her all of these years, so to my mind he didn't qualify as any kind of a daddy. A wannabe maybe, but not a real daddy.

We did picnic at the river on Sunday, and it had been a good idea. She was talkative. Seems like her mom and the asshole were being kind of strict with her. They didn't like some of her friends. I wondered about that. I wondered if that had something to do with the two of them wanting her friends to come visit at their house. Maybe wanting to check the friends out, kinda up close and personal.

I delivered her to their house at 6:00PM. Like every other time I'd delivered her it was a sad moment. Invariably Stacey would come down and try to engage me in light banter, her way of breaking the ice, I supposed. I never spoke more than a few inane words to her and rarely even got out of the car. She for her part accepted my reticence to talk, but always seemed more or less disappointed if not actually exasperated. She knew I was still hurt and that it would be a long time before I got over how she'd done me.

The good news was the house had sold quickly. Thirty one days after listing it, it was in escrow. Forty days after that title passed to the new owners and a check for sixty-one thousand dollars had passed to me. I sent $30,500 to her. That got me an unexpected visit.

******

It was a Wednesday evening. I was just heating up a Lean Cuisine dinner, Portobello Steak, when the doorbell buzzed. I answered it.

"Stacey! What are you doing here? Is Jenna all right?" I said. 

"Yes, yes, she's fine. I have a big ass problem you need to help me with," she said.

"A problem?" I said.

She handed me an envelope. One already stamped, sent, and received, by her. "What's the meaning of this!" she said. Seeing the envelope, I finally knew what she was about.

"You're entitled," I said. "It was half yours. So, half of the equity is yours. I don't want anything from you or him that isn't mine."

"You were given the house in the original divorce settlement. You signed it," she said. "It's yours, all of it, the equity. And okay yes, I decided to give it to you because you deserved a little payback for all of those years that you were an unknowing cuckold. And also yes, I felt and feel guilty about what I did to you, and so, giving you the house was partly for my peace of mind. Okay? David, just take the money; you deserve it. Okay?" 

"Never," I said. "I don't need it and I don't want it. What you two did to me can never be forgiven or sure as hell forgotten. You wanna buy a little peace of mind? See a priest. I don't have any, peace of mind that is. So, I'm not into helping you find any."

"Davey, you've got to get by this. We all do. Holding on to all of this bitterness is not good, not good at all," she said.

"Hmm, maybe not, but it is also beyond my power to do anything about," I said, "especially with you trying to cut me out of my role as daddy to my baby!"

"Davey, Davey . . ."

"Stacey, it's been a year since you dumped me. I have not had a date with a woman, not even spoken to one apart from a few folks at the Spur. I think about you every night, every night, Stacey. I need you, and I know I can't have you ever again. You have no idea how that sits with me. And then, you trying to sabotage my relationship with my daughter . . .

"Anyway, go back to your new man and let him comfort you. I'm not in the mood to take money from you and call it comforting. Don't come back, Stacey; it's too hard on me. Okay?" I said. She shook her head but slowly.

"David Carter, I just . . ."she started, and then she left, hurriedly.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN 2002

It was held in a big church, their marriage ceremony. I didn't get an invitation, but I was there anyway. I was incognito, but I was there. I shouldn't have been; it made me sick. Watching them be all happy and loving, but most of all it was Jenna who hurt me, though of course she didn't know it. Watching her making all silly around him and her, hugging them, saying sweet things to them, smiling at them, joining in the general hoopla; yeah it was hurtful. I snuck away like the wimpy little nothing I thought myself with my tail between my legs. I hadn't been seen.

Notable by her absence at the ceremony was Aunt Delia. I thought that significant. I wondered if she'd gotten an invitation. I could not imagine that she hadn't but who knew.

******

She was stripping but slowly for him as he lay, still fully clothed on the bed. Down to her bra and panties, she moved toward the bed and stood beside it. She smiled saucily at him.

"Well," she said, "you just gonna lay there staring. It's our wedding night."

"Hell no!" he said. He didn't quite leap from the bed and grab her. The kisses were savage and long and promising. She rubbed her loins again his thigh, and he pulled her in tighter to intensify the feeling.

"God, you're a hot piece," he said.

"Well, if I'm so hot, maybe you'd want to be getting undressed so you can fuck me. Whaddya think?" She said.

He didn't even bother to answer her as he began a rather hurried disrobing of his tuxedo.

They lay panting and sweating after two rounds of intense screwing.

"Good for you?" he said. "Worthy of our wedding night?"

She looked over at him. She knew what he meant and it was way more than the words themselves denotatively conveyed. Oh yeah, way more.

"Yes," she said. "It was way better than my first one. Way better. David was, and is, good at some things but sex is not among 'em." He laughed.

"Jenna seemed happy today," he said. "That made me happy. I think we're making progress there."

"Yes, I think you're right. We need to reinforce those feelings as much as possible," she said.

"That we will," he said. "Think your ex will come around?" 

"I don't know. You did notice that he was there today didn't you?" she said. He looked up.

"No!"

"Well, he was. He did his best not to be recognized, but I saw him and recognized him almost right away. I kind of expected him to come, so I was looking for him. I don't know why he came, had to be hard for him, but he did," she said.

"Jesus! Hard? It had to be brutal for him!" he said.

"Hmm, I would guess so," she said, "especially him seeing Jenna all into it and everything."

"Oh yes!" he said. "Had to be a killer given his attitude toward us and after learning that I was her real father and all."

"Exactly," she said. "Well, it's his decision to be a pill. At some point he has to grow up and get a life. He could do it. He'd just rather torture himself and play the martyr or whatever. I've about lost patience with him."

"Yes, and frankly, me too," he said.

"You know, I think Jenna's pretty much fed up with his whining as well. I don't talk about it with her, but she is less and less wanting to go over there anymore. If he doesn't straighten up; he's gonna lose her. I can see it coming," she said.

"Maybe," he said, "maybe."

******

"He was there?" said Jenna.

"Yes," said Stacey. Her daughter's look said it all for both of them.

"I wish dad would stop being sad all the time," said a slightly irritated Jenna.

"Dear, your Uncle David, was hurt pretty badly by everything that's happened. We need you to be extra nice to him, make him feel like he's still a part of the family, a big part," said Stacey.

"Momma, please stop calling dad, uncle. Okay?" said Jenna. "He's my daddy too. Just like daddy Ron." 

"Honey, I know what you're saying. But, well, daddy Ron, deserves to have that honor now, don't you think?" said Stacey. She could see her daughter was trying to come to grips with all of the complications the adults were putting out there, and, she was not succeeding to any great extent.

"Mom, why can't I have two daddies? Lots of kids do," she said.

"Honey, daddy Ron loves you very much and wants you to be really happy. He wants Uncle David to be happy too. But, he is asking for you to want to be his child now, not Uncle David's. 

"When you are with your uncle, do you call him dad?" she asked.

"Sometimes," said Jenna. "It's hard to just change, you know?" said Jenna. Her mother nodded. 

"I guess," she said.

"Mom, can we go shopping tomorrow. I need some stuff," said Jenna. Her mother's eyes lit up.

"Of course, honey. Whatever you want or need," said Stacey. That she, they, were spoiling their daughter did not seem to register with them.

******

It was a good weekend weather-wise, but that was the only thing good about it. They were clearly trying to buy my daughter's love and loyalty. Computer, Ipad, the latest techno-phone: she had it all. And those in addition to an unlimited wardrobe account. Had to be ten thousand worth of stuff in the year since the divorce was final. Jenna was almost sixteen now. I wondered if I was going to get an invitation to her coming out party. I'd heard from her that one was being planned: Jenna bragged about it to me. Ha! I wondered if they thought that she wouldn't tell me. Well, if they did, they were sadly in error.

They were so obvious doing what they were doing it was embarrassing. My thing was to emphasize the things that money couldn't buy. I saw to it that she and I were always doing and having fun in the doing. Jenna seemed to get it too, but as for that I really couldn't know for sure. She did, in more recent times, seem to be something. Something I didn't quite get. But then again maybe I did. 




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Thicker than Blood



"See, that's what I'm talking about," he snapped. "...You and your smart assed mouth. You know very well that your sister is very smart. She just didn't do well in a traditional academic environment. The students in all of those classes both in high school and in college alienated her and made the classroom a hostile learning situation. Mindy stopped attending classes to protest society's discrimination against over-weight Americans."

  "How exactly did they do that," I asked. "In most of my classes, people who were over-weight simply didn't get asked out. Or maybe they got talked about a little bit. Everyone got talked about, Dad. White kids talked about black kids and vice versa. Smart kids talked about stupid kids and vice versa. I got picked on too, Dad. Every time I walked into a classroom, I had guys staring at my ass or my chest and the rude ones even told me what they wanted to do to me. It's a part of growing up. You have to develop a tougher shell and let the shit that doesn't matter just slide off. Kids who wear glasses get called four eyes. It's not wonderful; it's just life."

  "Well, Mindy's artistic soul couldn't handle it," he said.

  "Yeah, Mindy's an artist alright," I mumbled. There was simply no way I was going to let my fat whore of a sister move in with me and fuck every guy I dated. Since I no longer lived at home, my word on the subject was final; I thought.

  Two days later, my mom was over at my apartment. She actually asked me why I had my computer and my office set-up in Mindy's room. She showed it to my dad when he picked her up. He looked at me and told me that since Mindy would probably move in over the weekend, he'd help me move my computer desk and office furniture into my room and put the rest in storage. I needed to break down the computer by Friday so we could move the furniture because he didn't know much about computers.

  I just laughed at him. He looked at me and then back at my mom. "Our generation isn't as well-versed in technology as yours is," he said. "So sue me."

  I went and looked through my papers. "Dad, take a look at this," I said. He looked at the paper I handed him.

  "It looks like a lease," he said.

  "It is," I said. He was smiling about getting it right. "Whose name is on it?" I asked.

  "Yours," he said.

  "Do you see any other name on that lease?" I asked.

  "Nope," he said. "Are you going to add Mindy's name to it?"

  "Nope," I spat right back.

  "What's your point here Cynthia?" he asked.

  "Dad, when I lived at home, I abided by your rules," I said. "Now I live on my own. This isn't your house Dad. You don't get to make the decisions here. I'm sorry but Mindy is not moving in with me."

  He looked at me for a long time. Then he looked back at my mom. "Let's go Brenda," he said. "We'll have to break the news to Mindy gently. Maybe we'd better take her out for pizza. This is going to be a hard one. She had her heart set on this."

  He looked back at me. "Cindy, why the hell did you lead the poor girl on like this? You know she's had one set back after another. Then you go dangling a prize in front of her and snatch it away at the last minute. That's no way to treat your sister. She'd never do anything like that to you."

  *   *   *   *   *   *

  Tim

I remember the first time I saw Mindy. I work as an industrial engineer, but I was doing some research for a side project. I've always had an interest in traditional metallurgy, which seems strange to some people. I guess they see it as a case of me taking my work home with me. It probably does seem weird that after working all day on processes to make car parts out of mostly steel, I go home and want to learn to make other things out of steel but that's me.

The two disciplines are completely different, of course. At work, we have all of the latest and greatest computer controlled inspection and machining equipment. We can go straight from design to the production floor without ever leaving the office. I can make ten prototypes of a product I've designed in a matter of minutes. Then they can be tested, inspected and proven out the same day.

  When I'm messing around at home, making a single blade may take weeks and one mistake during the forging process can result in having to start all over again from scratch.

   Before I digress too far, I was doing research on the process the Vikings used to make their swords and unfortunately I wasn't having much luck on the Internet. I found information on everything Viking related, including thousands of pages dedicated to Viking porn, but nothing on the subject of my research. So I had to go old school. I had to actually step into a library.

The first thing I saw when I stepped up to the desk to ask for directions towards what I was looking for was Mindy's smiling face. She was a big girl, a really big girl, but she carried it pretty well. She had really beautiful curly blond hair that was cut short and pushed away from her face. It made her look younger and brought out her eyes.

  I was also mesmerized by the huge swellings on her chest. She directed me towards the section of the library where I'd find the things I sought. I didn't spend a lot of time thinking about her because I had very little time, but she had made an impression on me.

  As a matter of fact, time was one of the things that worked against me. By the time I got off work every day at 5, I had only a couple of hours before the library closed at 7. Over the next few days it got to be a routine. I'd leave the office and dash to the library, where I'd have less than 90 minutes to study. It took only 2 days for us to get on a first name basis. By the third day she was bringing me coffee. I thought I would lose my library privileges though on Thursday when she caught me staring at her ass as she walked away.

  I felt bad for the rest of that evening. It had been a typical male response. Mindy had a huge ass and had worn tight jeans that day that just seemed impossible for her to get into. She'd brought me a cup of coffee that was actually against the library's rules. And I'd repaid her by gawking at her rear end like I was a frat boy.

  When she came around later to tell me that they'd be closing in twenty minutes, I tried to apologize.

   "Mindy, I'm really sorry about before," I said nervously. "It was disrespectful and in very poor taste."

  "Well, at least you apologized," she said. "Most of you guys just point and laugh. Some of them make circus jokes. You know...look at the elephant. I've probably heard every fat joke there is. Maybe I should just get a big tent to cover myself and..."

  "I think you have the wrong idea totally about why I was staring at you," I said.

   "So, why were you staring at my big fat ass then?" she asked.

   Even as she asked the question she leaned over and it looked like her huge tits were going to spill out of her shirt. I got really nervous and it seemed like I broke out in a sweat.

   "I...I...uhm," I babbled.

   "Oh my God," she blurted out. "You liked it, didn't you?"

   "I have to go," I said. I quickly got up, gathered my things and left without another word. Of course, I didn't go to the library on Friday or Saturday. Saturday would have been the one day that I could have gotten a lot done, since I didn't have to work. But my embarrassment kept me away.

  I also stayed away on Monday and Tuesday of the following week. On Wednesday though, I quietly went back. I didn't stop by the desk though. I went in through the rear entrance and even sat at a different table. I stayed in the reference section and never went by the front desk.

   About forty minutes into my visit, my luck ran out. Mindy was showing a section of books to two high-schoolers when she saw me out of the corner of her eye. She pointed out a shelf to them and made a beeline for my table.

   "So...Tim," she said smiling. "How've you been?"

   "Fine, I guess," I said.

   "Where've you been?" she asked.

   "I didn't think you'd want me here," I said.

   "Tim, Honey, what I want doesn't matter. The sign outside says, "Public Library." I don't own the place. I just work here," she said. "Secondly, I love having you here. This was all just a misunderstanding. I was playing with you." She sat down at the table and pulled my head close to hers. "Tim, I liked having you look at my ass. It made me feel really good."

   She pointed at the two high-schoolers at a table across the room. "Do you think I wouldn't like a break sometimes from idiots like those two?" She stuck her lower jaw out and started talking in a really grating voice. "Duh lookit duh whale...duh she's fat. Duh hee duh hee!"

  I had to laugh at her imitation. "So then I meet a great looking guy, who looks at me with real interest. I actually caught you staring at my ass. I got a little bit too happy, Tim. I didn't mean to chase you off. I was trying to reel you in. So don't go disappearing on me again."

  I smiled as she got up and went back to work. A few days later, I was done with my research. I went to the library anyway. "Why don't you have any books, Tim?" asked Mindy.

  "I'm kind of done with my research," I said. Her face fell.

  "So why are you here, then?" she asked, sadly.

  "I've kind of gotten used to seeing you," I said. "It just wouldn't be a good day if I didn't get my Mindy fix, before I go home."

  Her smile lit up the room. Then she looked at me and started whispering again. "You know you could always just ask me out," she said. "I'm pretty sure I'd say yes."

  "Mindy, uhm would you...?" I began.

  "YES!" she screamed before I could even finish asking her. Every head in the library turned towards us. "Shhhhh!" she said pointing her finger at me as if I'd been the one who screamed.

That Friday evening, I picked Mindy up at her apartment and we went to dinner and a movie. I had a really nice time and I hoped that she did as well. I didn't have the best dating history, so I was on my Ps and Qs. I tried to be a perfect gentleman, but I got the impression that Mindy was expecting something else.

There was a delightful tension between us as we stared at each other across the table at dinner. We had a nice conversation and I got to know more about her. I even convinced her to talk about her family a bit. She seemed reluctant to talk about them.

"Mindy, I'm sorry," I told her. "I guess I've been asking you questions because I really want to get to know you better. A lot of the things about us come from our interactions with our close family members. Your personality and likes and dislikes are all influenced by things that happened to you while you were growing up. And maybe I'm moving too fast, but I kind of hoped that someday I'd get to meet them."

She looked at me as if I'd stuck a cattle prod up her ass. "What do you mean?" she asked in abject shock.

"Sorry," I said again. I was sure that I'd misjudged things between us. "I guess I should have expected that."

"What the hell are you talking about Tim?" she asked sharply. "What do you mean? Tell me exactly what you meant about meeting my family."

"It's no big deal," I said. "We just have different ideas about where this is heading and..."

"Where do you think it's heading, Tim?" she asked.

"Look Mindy, You don't have to get upset," I said. "I can take you home. I see now that you were just being polite when you accepted my invi..."

"Tim, shut up and answer my God damned question," she snapped. "Where did you think we were heading?"

"Mindy, you're so nice and..." I began but paused. "I guess I'd hoped that we were headed for a relationship type of situation and..."

"You and me?" she said smiling. "In a relationship? Like us together?" she laughed.

"Okay, maybe it was kind of stupid," I said. She reached across the table and grabbed my hand.

"Tim, it wasn't stupid at all," she said. "It's the best idea I've ever heard of."

"But you don't know anything about me, yet," I said. "My house is messy and I snore and..."

"I know how to clean," she said. "And I love snoring. I'd love to hear yours. That's the sign of people who are comfortable with each other and can just be themselves. No one is perfect, Tim. Maybe someday, I'll have to worry about running around in just a T-shirt and panties in front of you."

The thought of it sent all of the blood rushing from one of my head to the other and I gripped her hand tighter. She smiled and looked into my eyes then, though I couldn't tell what the hell she was looking for.

"Tim, when I run around like that, I don't wear a bra, either," she said smiling. I imagined her big boobs moving under the T-shirt and my pants got even tighter. She smiled even more broadly and continued torturing me. "Most of the time you can see my nipples through the shirt," she said. I almost came in my pants thinking about it.

  *   *   *   *   *   *

  Mindy

  Tim is my dream man brought to life. From the first time he stepped into my library, I knew he was special. He's very shy around women, but he's a great guy. He's very good looking and very nicely built too. Most of the time, guys like him don't even look at me twice. I'm twenty eight years old and have never had a steady boyfriend. I have lots of men in my life but they're all borrowed.

  I guess basically, to be honest, I'm a slut. I'm that fat girl that all the men fuck, but none of them want to date. Yep, I'm that booty call girl, in my case, that big booty call girl, who does the things that their wives and girlfriends won't.

  I guess I've gotten used to the way things have been over the years. I never had one fucking date in high school. A younger friend of my dad's was invited to one of our family barbecues. He spent the entire day looking at my younger sister. Just before he had to leave, he came over and asked to take me to my prom. I was over the moon. I also felt great about taking something from my bitch of a little sister. I actually had two younger sisters, but only one that I hated.

  Lindy was the youngest. She was okay. She didn't get in my way much. I think she started doing drugs when she was only twelve. Most of the time she was spaced out and trying to hide from everyone. She never tried to compete with me for that most vital of commodities, our parent's attention. Lindy also looked like a walking skeleton. Looking at her was just hard.

  But Cindy, oh no; I hated that bitch from the first breath she drew. She was supposed to be my little sister. Sisters were supposed to look alike and act alike and talk alike and basically be alike. That bitch obviously never saw the Patty Duke show. The bitch was supposed to be mini me. But she couldn't even do that right.

  Cindy fucked everything up. She was thin, first off. And I think she did it just to spite me. By her being thin or well built, it automatically made me "the fat one." Then, when she started school, she became, "the pretty one." No matter what our parents thought, all of the boys in the school loved Cindy. They barely even noticed me. And when they did notice, it was always fat jokes.

  To top it off, Cindy had the nerve to be smart. I think she busted her ass in school, doing homework and studying and all of that shit just to make people think that she was smarter than I was. Anyone with a brain should have been able to figure out that since we were from the same family, we should be equally smart. I think that she was just pretending to be smart to make me look bad.

  Thank God for my Dad who pointed out that the reason Cindy got better grades than me was because I was at a higher grade level so the work was harder. I don't understand why people shook their heads when he said that because it sounded perfectly logical to me.

  I just made it my purpose in life to take away anything Cindy had and liked. I also did my best to get her in trouble whenever possible. I hated Cindy with a passion.

  My first date was not the magical affair that I'd expected either. We got to the hall and he quickly deposited me in a chair along the back wall and proceeded to dance with and talk to other girls there. Halfway through the dance, I heard two other girls gossiping about how my father had paid him to take me to the prom.

  We left a lot sooner than I'd expected to. And he seemed really unhappy in the car. He was mumbling constantly and getting angrier.

  "What are you so upset about?" I asked. "Isn't my dad paying you enough?"

  "It's not you honey," he said, smiling at me. "It's that bitch I was dancing with. She spent the whole night getting me heated up and then just skipped out on me. I think I'm going to have blue balls. I hate bitches like that. The least she could have done was to give me a blow job."

  "I'd give you a blow job," I said. "If I knew what a blow job was. Or how to do it."

  He turned the car around so fast that he left rubber marks on the road. The next thing I knew we were parked in a darkened area of the park. He was talking to me in a really nice voice. His whole manner towards me had changed.

  He put his arm around me and it made me feel very special. It was different from the way my mother and father made me feel when they hugged me. After a few moments, I felt his fingers on my breasts. It just felt strange. Not bad but strange. He pulled the shoulders of my dress down and I didn't resist. I knew about sex but at 18, had never even been kissed. All I knew was that I wanted to do things with him and spend time with him so anything he wanted to do was fine with me.

  When he pulled my breasts out of my bra, he gasped.

  "Oh my fucking God," he said. "You have the biggest, nicest titties I've ever seen." That was like poetry to my ears. I started to get wet downstairs. I was in shock. It was as if I was finally alive.

  He started to lick and suck my nipples and sparks shot through me. "Mindy are you a virgin?" he asked. I just nodded. He pulled down his pants and pulled my face towards his dick. "Suck it!" he ordered. As I licked and sucked it he told me what he liked and how to do it. When he came, I wasn't ready for it and I gagged trying to get my head away from him.

  "That was really fucking good," he gushed, still out of breath. He was rubbing my tits and had moved one hand down and inside of my panties.

  "Want me to do it again?" I asked. He nodded his head so fast I thought it was going to come off. At the end of that evening, I had sucked him off until he couldn't get hard anymore. I was still a virgin but only because he was afraid of my dad. Little did I know that I wouldn't be for much longer, because several of my classmates had wandered past our car and seen what was going on inside.

  A few of the boys in my class made it a point to accidentally run into me over the summer. I learned a lot about men that summer. I learned that men who were already engaged or going with other girls, would come and spend time with me. But they'd only do it in places or in cases where no one we knew would ever find out.

  If I saw them or waved at them when their friends were around, they'd pretend they hadn't seen me, or even make fun of me. But as soon as they got away from their friends, they'd call me. When we were alone, they'd do anything I asked them to do, as long as it got them between my legs. By the time I went away to college, I knew the game.

  College was, of course, a disaster. I'd never been a disciplined student. I was never the kind of person who studied or did their assignments without being forced. So once I got out on my own and was thrown into an environment where no one forced me to do anything, I just went wild. I was lucky if I made it to class once a week.

  I basically majored in something other than the subjects I took. I pretty much majored in fucking. By the time I went back home for Thanksgiving weekend, I didn't have a virgin orifice anywhere on my body.




Thicker than Blood



I also still had never had a boyfriend. Things continued that way for a while. Guys came to me. I didn't have to go after them. I had a few girlfriends, but most of them were constantly whining about either needing to find a man, or how badly their men treated them. I didn't have any of those problems. I was a queen after dark.

  That changed two years later. Not that I stopped being the queen after dark, but the part about me going after a guy.

  That little bitch who called herself my sister was finally allowed to date. I was home for the weekend and heard her and several of her little cheerleader friends gushing about who they were going to the prom with. I almost shit a cinder block when I heard Cindy talking about how many boys wanted to take her to the prom. She'd decided on some brat named Carlton or something. I looked through her yearbook and got a look at him. He was too fucking good for her. She didn't deserve him. I was pissed. My dad had to pay a guy to take me to my prom, but guys were lining up to take Cindy to hers. Life was just so unfair.

  It was even worse when he picked her up. He'd rented a limo and the whole nine yards. I was livid. When they came home, I watched them as they talked awkwardly on the porch. Cindy had no idea what men wanted or needed. I smiled and decided to give the little bitch a lesson.

  She offered to go and make them some lemonade. I laughed my ass off as she came into the house. I went out onto the porch and started talking to Carlton. Then I just kissed him. I mashed my chest against his and stuck my tongue down his throat. He really tried to resist, but come on; a nineteen year old boy is no challenge for a twenty-two year old slut.

  He talked about how pretty Cindy was and how nice her body was. He immediately went silent as I pulled up my shirt and showed him my bra covered boobs. It was child's play to convince him to come back and sneak into our yard after getting rid of Cindy.

  That night I fucked the shit out of that boy and enjoyed it even though he wasn't very good or very experienced. I just let him do whatever he wanted to me. The real thrill of it for me was taking a boy away from Cindy. In my mind, it proved my superiority over her. Anything she got, I could take away from her without really trying.

  And for that whole summer, until she went away to school, I fucked any guy she brought home. Yeah, Cindy is pretty and all of that. But pussy is pussy and boys will be boys. I think that the biggest differences between us were that Cindy was really looking for love. I was just looking to have fun and take men away from her. After a while, she caught onto what was happening and never brought her dates home anymore.

  Cindy went away to college and as usual was popular and did well. I ended up working in the library for minimum wage. I call it my library because by the time that Cindy graduated with her fucking degree, I ran the place. Sure there was a college educated head librarian who was in charge of the facility but the assistant librarians, including me, did all of the fucking work.

  Our boss, Heidi, had no clue of how the library actually worked. She made more than three times my pay and didn't have a clue.

  Whenever we had conferences about procedures with the other libraries in the region and certain problems were brought up, Heidi simply told the other managers the truth, Mindy handles that. When they discussed problems with copying machines or deliveries or any problems like that, Heidi just smiled and said that we didn't have problems with those things.

  What Heidi didn't know was that the solution to all of those problems was between my legs. If the copying machine broke down, the company hated sending a tech out to fix it because they had to bill the city to get payment. They sometimes wouldn't get paid until the end of the month or the end of the quarter. Most libraries were in the same boat.

  But the tech in our area loved coming to our library because every time he came out, he got paid extra. He got a blow job or some pussy for his trouble. If it was an extremely big job, he might even get to fuck my ass. Heidi, despite her college degree couldn't understand it. Even though she'd taken and passed psychology, she didn't understand the way a real human being behaves.

  If SHE called the company to schedule a tech visit, she was often told that it would be a week or two before they could send someone out. If I called, they'd come out the same day, sometimes within a few hours. She chalked it up to my pleasant phone voice and personality. Like I said, she didn't have a clue.

  Over the years, I'd gotten used to that fact that I could have any man I wanted in secret, but would probably never have a long term boyfriend. I was a realist. I'd discovered that there were two kinds of men in the world. There were the kind who wanted to fuck me but would never be seen in public with me for any reason on earth. And then there were the bad guys. The bad guys were the ones who weren't honest about things. They'd pretend they wanted to be with me. Maybe they'd even take me out once or twice, to places where none of their friends would see us. But once they got me on my back, all of the dating was over.

  I didn't care, my schedule was always full. I constantly had to tell guys I was busy and my phone never stopped ringing. Valentine's day and Sweetest day were insane. I got so many roses and so much chocolate that I often had to throw away candy or give it to some of my skinnier friends who got nothing.

There is one point I should make about all of this. I was settled into my life and I'd accepted it, but I am still human. Deep down inside, like every other woman I knew, I hoped for the fantasy. I wanted to meet Prince Charming and fall in love with him and live happily ever after. I just didn't think that it would ever happen to me so I had to do the best I could with the hand I'd been dealt.

  In fact, I'd been burned several times already. As I've mentioned, there had been several guys who'd really made me believe that they saw me as something more than just a barrel with a hole in it. And every time I found out that I was wrong, it hurt. I got to the point where even when I found a guy, I didn't give up fucking the others. That way when I got dumped, I was too busy to even pay it much attention.

  So when I first met Tim, I was skeptical. He seemed too good to be true. But to be truthful, I fell really hard for him the first day he walked into my library.

  It took all of the self-control I possessed not to just take him in the basement that first evening. Every time he came back, I fell more in love with him. I loved everything about him. I even loved his car. Tim drove a shiny Black Mustang GT at first. During the winter he got depressed when he had to put that car away and drive his Jeep for the snowy months. I've never owned a car so the difference was lost on me. I barely made enough money to have my own place and my parents had to help me out a lot with expenses.

  Anyway, things moved on quickly between Tim and me during his first week of research at the library. Every time he walked in, my heart soared. I found myself counting the hours until he arrived. I had no idea how he felt about me because he was so shy and so polite. In fact, from the first day that he'd gotten there I'd done everything I could to throw myself at him. I really thought that he was either gay or that he didn't like bigger girls. I also considered that maybe he was already in a relationship and wasn't the kind of guy to cheat. I hadn't met many guys who wouldn't take what I offered if they thought they could get away with it, but with my luck, Tim would be the first.

  I'd almost given up hope when that Thursday happened. I'd taken him a cup of coffee and asked if he needed help finding anything. He'd looked up at me and smiled and my heart melted as it always did. God damn it, that man was like a drug. Anyway, as I walked away still looking at him out of the corner of my eye, I caught him staring at my ass. And the look on his face as he looked at it was nowhere near disgusted. Our eyes met and he knew he was busted.

  Tim had stared at my big ass with obvious admiration. My fantasies went into overtime. I had to go to the ladies room and rub one out imagining that it was Tim between my legs instead of my fingers.

  When I went back to tell him later that it was closing time, I knew the game was about to start. I was ready to cancel the visitor I was expecting that night, so I could have some time with Tim.

  To my surprise, things went differently. He apologized for staring, but I wouldn't let him off the hook. I even tried pointing out to him that maybe he liked my ass. I wanted to get him to admit it so I could tell him that if he wanted it or any other part of my body all he had to do was say so. To my surprise, he practically ran out of the library.

  That night a guy whose name I can't even remember showed up at my apartment and came in very handy. I imagined that he was Tim as he pounded the shit out of me. I think I even called him Tim a couple of times, but he didn't care. Pussy is pussy.

  For almost a week, Tim didn't come back to the library. What he didn't know was that I'd gone through our records and gotten his home address and phone number from his library card registration. I figured that I'd give him two weeks before I started running into him in his neighborhood "accidentally."

  I was crabby and depressed for the whole time that he was gone. But things worked out far better than I'd ever hoped.

  Our first date was the best night of my life. Tim kept asking me all kinds of questions. He asked me about things I liked and about my family. I just wasn't used to that. I guess I put my guard up and almost blew it because, no one had ever cared what I liked and I was pretty much ashamed of my family.

  I guess I thought that Tim was after something. When he mumbled about wanting to spend time with me and dangled the relationship word out there, my head almost exploded. At first I just thought that he was really desperate. The guy wanted to fuck me so badly that he was pretending that this meant way more than it did.

  Over the years, I'd gotten pretty good at detecting liars. Like I can tell in a second when a guy is just taking me to someplace that his friends don't ever go to, just so he can say he took me out. I can also tell in a second when a guy shows up at my place supposedly for a date, but really doesn't plan on going anywhere further than my bedroom.

  When I looked in Tim's eyes, I could tell that he was serious. I couldn't believe a guy that nice looking really liked me.

  He proved it even more after we left the restaurant. I was ready for him to tell me that he was a bit tired and maybe we should do the movie another night. I figured he'd take me home and then we'd hit my room and I could pay him back for dinner. I was still aglow from the dinner. He'd taken me to one of the nicest restaurants in town. He'd made reservations and dressed up for the occasion. That had already been a first for me. He'd pulled my chair out and let me pick anything I wanted to eat. He had treated me as if what he'd been telling me was the truth.

  As he opened the door for me and helped me into his low slung beast of a car, he smiled. He even belted my seat belt for me without trying to sneak in a feel. I liked that Mustang. It was much nicer than my mom's or dad's cars. People also tended to look at the car as it went down the street.

  I waited as we drove to the theater, but he never tried to get out of it. I noticed that the parking lot was full as we pulled in. All kinds of people looked at us as the Mustang's loud growl alerted them to our presence. Tim waved at several people as he got out of the car. My door was locked and I couldn't get out. I started to think that he didn't want anyone to see me getting out of the car with him.

  He quickly came around and opened the door and took my hand as I got out of the car. He helped me out of the low seat. He even held onto my hand as we walked up to the theater's ticket office.

  "Mindy, what do you want to see?" he asked. I was shocked.

  "Uhm, a movie," I said. He pulled me over to the side to let the people behind us get their tickets. He pointed up to the billboard sized sign that showed all of the available movies and times. He went down the list and explained a little bit about each movie to me until I decided which one I wanted to see.

  The whole time he did that, he held onto my hand. He had to let go of it to get his wallet out and pay for the tickets and then he looked at me shyly. I wondered what the hell was going on. I'd seen several people looking at us with varying expressions on their faces. Some thought it was funny. A few were simply curious. There were other large women that smiled at us and even a few men that I uh...knew who were upset. I guess they thought that if I let on that I knew them, the women they'd come with would find out what was going on.

  "Mindy," said Tim, still staring at me shyly. He held out his hand and my heart melted. I was so used to guys who figured that they should get to fuck me any way they wanted just because they showed some kind of interest in the fat girl, that him acting like holding my hand was a special gift took me by surprise.

  He'd told me to wear something nice, that evening so I was really pissed about my selection. I'd worn a long black pencil skirt that I'd gone out and bought just for the date. The skirt was slimming on me and it went down to mid-calf level.

  I'd also worn a very nice black sweater. The sweater wasn't low cut at all. I guess I never thought we'd make it to the movies. Now I realized that he was going to have problems trying to feel me up during the movie. If I worried, I shouldn't have. Everything went perfectly. He did hold my hand but he was a perfect gentleman. I guessed that he was waiting until later for his reward.

  After the movie, he drove me home and again he helped me out of the car. As I opened the door to my apartment, he just stood there. He didn't even try to go in. He smiled at me again and then it happened. He kissed me. I'm not used to being kissed. The men I deal with aren't looking for love, they just want some pussy.

  Tim put everything he had into that kiss. It lasted for probably only a couple of seconds but it felt like hours. From the second he kissed me, my life changed, or it should have. It's been said that opportunity only knocks once. That's another one of those old sayings that we've been talking about.

  As Tim smiled and stepped away, I could see it. I saw everything that had been missing from the men in my life. I saw love in his eyes. I grabbed him by his shirt collar and pulled him back in for another kiss. This time it was my turn. I opened my mouth and gently sucked his tongue. I pressed every inch of my body against him and felt his erection through my skirt.

  That was the moment that I lost control of things. I became as desperate and stupid as all of my girlfriends were. That was the moment I realized why they stayed with men who treated them badly. There was nothing that I wouldn't have done for Tim. Throughout my life, I'd gotten used to being fucked. There were even time when I got really horny, that I needed to get fucked. But that was the first time in my life when I WANTED it.

  He just smiled shyly at me as if he didn't quite know what to say. "Mindy...do you think we could go out again, sometimes, if you're not too busy?" he asked.

  I grabbed his hand and placed it on my chest. I really wanted him to feel on my tit. I thought that if he felt how extended my nipple was that he'd be on me in a heartbeat.

  "Tim, do you feel how hard my heart is beating?" I asked. "I'll never be too busy for you. I'm available any time you want, to do anything that you want, okay?" he just smiled and nodded.

  The next day at work I was useless. I kept daydreaming about the date I'd had the night before. When six o'clock came and Tim wasn't at the library, my mood turned foul. For the next hour until closing time, I was an absolute bitch. I even made the visitors check their books in early, until I looked up and saw Tm's smiling face.

  "Why are you so late?" I asked. "You know we're going to close in five minutes. I can probably let you have a quick look at a book or two after..." he held up his hand to interrupt me.

  "Mindy, I don't need the library anymore," he said. I was shocked. But I don't know why, he'd told me that same thing only a few days earlier. Then I realized that I'd been suckered. He'd just taken me out the night before to pay me back for my help during his research.

  "So why are you here then?" I asked flatly.

  "Because it's cold out," he said.

  "I don't understand," I asked.

  "You told me that you don't have a car," he said. "Your apartment is almost a mile away from here. I don't know how you get home but I didn't want you to have to walk home in the dark on a cold evening."

  That began one of the most frustrating periods of my life. We dated and he showed up every night to take me home. I had to give up working on Saturdays because he found out all of my interests and took me on short road trips on Saturdays.

  He met my parents. They loved him. My mother pulled me off to the side and told me not to let him get away. "That's the kind of man you change your religion for, Melinda," she told me.

  I was so in love with Tim it was crazy. The frustration came because we weren't having sex. The frustration also came with guilt because I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. I think I knew deep down that something would happen to ruin things and I would be devastated. So as a defense mechanism, I was still screwing other guys. As a matter of fact, I was doing it more than ever before.

  Tim would pick me up and we'd go home. We'd either go to his beautiful house that I dreamed of living in with him someday, or we'd go to my place. Tim was a very old fashioned guy. He was always afraid of pushing things too fast. So we hadn't had sex yet.

  There were nights when he'd get me so wet my pussy would throb from wanting to be filled. I'd have to call someone and most of my guys got used to being called Tim.

  The best thing that ever happened to me was a God damned snowstorm. Growing up and all through my adult life, I've hated snow. But that Friday when Tim picked me up and took me home is my favorite memory. Some nights we went out, others we stayed in. On that particular Friday, we were staying in. I'd rented a movie for us to watch together and we got pizza on our way to my place.

  The movie I'd rented was stupid. It was a zombie movie called RABs. It happened sometime in the future and it was about a couple where the woman cheated on her husband while they lived in a place full of Zombies. I hadn't wanted that kind of movie. I'd wanted a scary movie so I could hold Tim's hand and pretend to be scared while I rubbed myself against him. That fucking movie made me realize that I could lose him if I ever got caught fucking other guys. I was so afraid of it happening that I almost cried.

  When the movie was over my panties were soaked. My nipples were as hard as iron spikes and I didn't want him to leave.

  We heard the warning sirens outside and one of my neighbors knocked on my door to tell us that the police wanted people to stay off of the streets until morning because of all of the snow that had fallen.

  "Wow I'd better get out of here," said Tim.

  "Tim, you can't leave," I said.

  "I have a Jeep," he said. "I can go through almost anything."

  "Tim, Honey," I said. "It's time." I stood in front of my door. "Can you go through me?" I asked. "Because that's the only way you're getting out of here."




Thicker than Blood



We ended up on the couch, kissing and making out the way we always did. But I think we both knew that things were different. I'd wondered for a while what had taken Tim so long to get into my panties. I figured that maybe he was a thirty year old virgin or he was just bad in bed. I really didn't care. I just loved him so much that I wanted him in me. Besides, I figured that I'd slowly teach him and make him better.

  I was the one who got the lessons. First, Tim teased me for at least a half hour, kissing me and licking and biting my neck. He found sensitive areas that had simply never been explored. By the time he started worshiping my tits, I decided that no one else would ever touch them. He licked and sucked at them until my nipples stuck out so far that they curved. He licked and nipped at my ass. No one had ever done that. Then he turned me over and started licking my pussy. My head exploded from the first touch of his tongue.

  Over the years, I'd sucked dicks thousands of time but not once had anyone ever licked my pussy. My history with sex up until that point had always been about me letting men do what they wanted or me doing what they wanted. That night was the first time someone had tried to please me.

  After the first orgasm I had on Tim's tongue, I went crazy. I'm not some tiny petite little thing. I squeezed Tim's head between my big thighs and almost suffocated him. I tried to push his entire head inside my pussy, it felt so good. I was screaming loud enough for everyone in my building to hear.

  When Tim finally mounted me, I was afraid because my pussy was sore from the intensity of the orgasms he'd given me. But I decided that I had to pay him back so I'd try not to cry out when he slammed himself into me. It never happened. He was so gentle and so loving that I got pissed off. It not only didn't hurt, it felt better than anything I had ever experienced. It just continued to build in both tempo and intensity until I could take it anymore.

  "Oh Fuck, Tim, I'm gonna cum again," I said. And he stopped thrusting and just kissed me until the moment had passed. Then he started again and he kept me there just on the brink for what seemed like hours. His hands were everywhere. They rubbed my breasts and my back and my ass all seemingly at the same time. When I finally came, it was like an explosion inside of a confined space. I was spent. I couldn't move. My legs were exhausted from trying to wrap themselves around him. My arms were too tired to move too. But inside of my mind, I was seething. I thought of every man that had fucked me over the years and realized that I'd simply cheated myself. They had just used me for their own selfish lust and I'd allowed it.

  Sure, I'd gotten my rent paid a few times and gotten some stupid flowers and candy. But it all came from men who didn't give a tenth of a fuck about me. They were too embarrassed to be seen with me and they just used me. I could see why they didn't want to be seen with me, now. It had nothing to do with me being fat. It was because I was stupid enough to let them do that to me.

  On the other hand, I also wished with all of my heart then that I had never had sex with Tim. One of my greatest strengths had always been that I was a strong independent woman. If a guy got to me and broke my heart, it didn't really matter because I was always fucking a bunch of other guys anyway. I remember when a guy I had been screwing told me that he wouldn't be back anymore because he'd gotten engaged and he could get all of the pussy he wanted, so he had no need to fuck the fat slob anymore. 

  I told him that it was fine because when he got tired of his tight assed fiancé and all of the things she wouldn't do for him, he would try to come back to me and I wouldn't let him. Then I really hurt him by telling him that when he got home, he should tell his father that he couldn't come back either.

  I told him that out of all of the guys currently fucking the fat slob, he was probably the worst of them and had the smallest dick and I'd only been screwing him as a favor to his father. When he left, he looked like he was only about two feet tall. The funniest thing about was that it took less than a year before he came back to me begging me for another chance. He offered to pay my rent for six months, but I still turned him down.

  There were always enough guys who wanted me that losing one wouldn't make any kind of difference, until Tim came along. I knew that if I ever lost him, I probably wouldn't survive.

  But the months went on and we got only happier. Before I knew it, we were engaged. My parents were so God damned happy about it that they threw us a huge engagement party and that's when the trouble started.

  I made sure that my Mom and Dad invited my sister Cindy. I'd lost track of the little bitch because I refused to have anything to do with her after she'd turned down the chance for me to move in with her. I thought that rubbing Tim in her face would be the perfect chance to spit on the little bitch.

  I guess I got the most sadistic look on my face when she first saw Tim. Her jaw dropped open and her eyes got huge.

  "Who is that?" she asked my mom.

  "That's Mindy's fiancé Tim," said my mom.

  From then on, I made sure that Cindy was invited to everything we did as a family. It was really funny to me, because the little bitch was slamming her head against a brick wall. She was obviously smitten with Tim. She wanted him so badly that she had no choice but to show up for anything that she thought that he'd come to, just so she could look at him. Tim never even looked at her twice. I'm sure she left our parent's home crying a couple of times.

  My favorite thing to do was to walk right in front of her and kiss Tim. Sometimes, I'd place his hands on my fat ass right in front of her. It was just to show her that her slim body and big boobs didn't mean shit.

  For once, I had a guy she wanted, instead of vice versa. And the icing on the cake was that whenever she had a guy that I wanted, I had taken them away from her by fucking them. Now that I had a guy that she wanted, he wouldn't even look at her twice. The bitch was getting what she deserved. And the funniest part of all was that the way she looked; the pretty legs and beautiful face were working against her and she didn't even know it.

  *   *   *   *   *   *

  Cindy

  I couldn't get him out of my head. I was going crazy. From the first time that I'd seen Tim, I knew that he was my future. I just had to figure out some way of letting him know it.

  It was just surreal. Here was this nice, hot guy. He was well-mannered and polite. He was very good looking, but somehow not an asshole about it which was rare. It almost seemed like he had no idea how good looking he was. He had a great job and judging by the glass black Mustang GT he drove, he made good money. From listening to my mom blathering on about him, apparently he had a nice house too. He had no business with my sister.

  Seeing the two of them together made my head hurt. Beauty and the Beast works well as a Disney movie, but in real life, I ain't buying it. It was like watching a really cute and innocent child, tongue kissing a known pedophile. I knew that she was only going to end up hurting him. He deserved so much better. He deserved...me.

  I know that saying it makes me seem like a selfish, jealous bitch. I'm okay with that. Put yourself in my shoes for just a second. Imagine that you're a woman. You eat right and exercise to keep yourself in shape. You're relatively pretty without being vain about it. You then see the man of your dreams. He's perfect for you. He's slim and well built. He's shy and polite. He's smart, not to the point of being nerdy, but smart just the same.

  He's sitting there on the grass right in front of you and then a woman twice his size, literally, comes over and sits on his lap. You can see the distress on his face as her obvious bulk stresses both credulity and his physical strength to hold her on his lap. Then she turns toward you and starts to rub it in your face as she presses her trunk...I mean her nose, against his and kisses him.

  As the kiss progresses, it looks like she's sucking his insides out as he holds on for dear life.

  I've never had anything against my sister. I love her, I just don't like her. And I have good reasons for not liking her. But even after all of the things she's done to me, after all of the men she's stolen from me, I've never done anything against her. But knowing Mindy, you really don't have to do anything to her to have her hate you. Not doing something she wants is enough for her to put you on her shit list. And in my case, all it took was my refusal to let her move in with me and share my apartment. She even got my parents in on it. For the last year or so, I've barely heard from them.

  I was actually surprised to be invited to this barbecue, but I'm glad I came. The strange thing about all of this is that the barbecue is being held here, in the home I grew up in, but I feel like a stranger here. Even my parents treat me as if I'm a guest.

  I finally manage to make my way over to the guy, to introduce myself.

  "Hi," I said, trying to smile. The butterflies in my stomach begin to flutter immediately.

  "Hello," he says. There isn't as much warmth in his voice as I would have expected. He has an undercurrent of nervousness or fear in his voice. I can even sense a bit of latent hostility.

  "So, you're..." I begin.

  "I have to go," he says abruptly. Then he takes off to find safety in the arms of the evil elephant. My sister looks over her shoulder at me and laughs at me silently.

  I've never hated my sister before that moment. I've never berated her for her weight or her shitty disposition or how badly spoiled she was. But that was the moment that the hatred began. 

Through all of the men she'd taken from me and the terrible way she treated me as we grew up, I'd managed to give her the benefit of the doubt. I'd chalked it all up to Mindy's being upset or depressed about her weight. In some moments, I thought of Mindy as having the same types of issues that our institutionalized sister Lindy has. But in that moment, with Mindy clearly laughing at me and nothing but hatred for me in her eyes, those feelings all went away and war was declared.

  I said my goodbyes to my parents and quickly left, pleading a work assignment. "You work too hard," said my dad as if he cared. "You should be out trying to find yourself a nice guy, like your sister did."

  I wondered what kind of family we had, where the children who lived on their own and supported themselves were the losers in their parent's eyes when compared with the whining, ones who still had to have parental support.

  The next day was Sunday. I was surprised when my phone rang early that morning. I picked the phone up without looking at the screen.

  "Hey sis, you left before the big announcement," Mindy brayed.

  "What announcement?" I asked, barely recognizing her voice.

  "Tim and I are engaged," she sang into the phone. "You'll have a brother soon, and sometime after that you'll be an aunt and have to baby sit."

  "You're pregnant?" I asked in shock. I was thinking that it all made sense now. It also partially explained the guy's reaction. He'd fucked her and accidentally knocked her up. Now, being a stand-up guy he was accepting his responsibilities and marrying my fat assed sister.

  "Of course not," she said. "But I guess after we get married, having a baby would be the next logical step. I wonder what our kids will look like. Maybe they'll look like him and have my personality..."

  I thought that either way the poor kids would be fucked up, but I didn't say anything. Over the next few weeks, I was often invited home for dinners or barbecues. And every time, the same three things happened. At every single event, Mindy would throw Tim in my face, often dry humping him out of my parent's view, but strategically arranged so that I'd have a full view of it. She also said little things just to let me know that they were intimate.

  "Tim, it's your pussy, you can have it whenever you want it," she whispered to him just loud enough that I could hear her. "But can we please wait until we leave? I'd be really embarrassed if my parents saw you fucking me, but once we get started I'm not going to stop."

  I think I threw up a little bit just hearing that.

  The second thing that always seemed to happen was that I always tried to talk to Tim and left almost in tears.

  "So I hear we're going to be family, soon," I told him. He looked at me strangely.

  "When you marry Mindy, you'll be my brother," I supplied.

  "I guess," he said and headed back for Mindy.

  The third thing that seemed to always happen and the reason I went to those...performances, besides getting to see Tim, was that my mom and dad seemed to give me more and more information about Tim every time. I stored every bit of information as if each piece was a new jewel. But what I really wanted to find out was why he hated me so much. I wondered exactly what Mindy had told him about me.

  After a few weeks of this, I decided to fight back. My parents invited me to what they called an intimate family barbecue. My mom figured we could get together, grill some meat and start working out the details for Mindy's wedding later in the summer. I agreed to come over that Sunday. I wasn't ready to hit Mindy back yet, but I was ready to stop being hit. I decided to block and put up a defense, until I was ready to strike.

  I've always had men asking me out. But most of the time it seemed pointless. At work, and when I was out with friends, I met a lot of men. I just wasn't interested in most of them. I could see in their eyes what most of those men wanted. The overwhelming majority of them only wanted sex. A few of them were interested in relationships, but they wanted a girlfriend or a "friends with benefits," thing.

  Most of the men I ran into were simply not ready for a commitment. It's really scary these days. The average guy out there would rather have a girlfriend than a wife. Having a girlfriend gets them regular sex whenever they want it, but still gives them the ability to go out and sample someone else. And if the next girl is prettier or younger, they can just come back to you and say, "Look babe, we had our time, but it just didn't work out."

They get to use you while you're young and pretty and then move on to the next one when you're all used up. I didn't want that. I wanted what Mindy had. I wanted Tim.

  But I decided to take a date with me to my parent's house. I figured that at least that way, I wouldn't have to listen to my dad telling me I should find a nice guy like Mindy had. I also thought that if I got lucky, maybe Tim wouldn't think I was as bad as Mindy had probably made him think. It actually worked out far better than I had even dreamed. I guess I got lucky. As a matter of fact, it was more than mere luck, it was fucking serendipity.

  The guy I brought with me was a friend from work. Actually, he wanted to be more than friends but that wasn't in the cards. On paper, he was just what the doctor ordered. He was basically Tim with blond hair and minus the personality. He even drove a muscle car.

  As we pulled up in Charlie's lime green Dodge Challenger, the first thing he did was walked over to and walked a lap around Tim's jet black Mustang GT.

  Tim came over and the two started talking before they were even introduced. They were immediately friends, silly things like names and who they were there with didn't matter in the face of that strange language of horsepower, torque and all of those other things they were throwing around.

  My dad and a couple of the other men at the gathering had to come over as well. I guess they had to establish their right to be included in the testosterone festival too. My dad doesn't know shit about cars, but he needed to jump in there and pretend.

  Charlie obviously wanted to impress Tim so he lifted the hood on his car to show Tim something called a Hemi. All of the guys were oohing and aahing over a bunch of hoses and wires. My mom actually came over to me and patted me on the back. It was the first time in a long time that she'd tried to bond with me over anything.

  The guys were laughing at something my dad said. Then Tim took them over to his car. He lifted the hood on his car and all of the guys got quiet. They stood there staring at the motor while Tim just smiled. I kept hearing terms like illegal and supercharger, but Tim kept shaking his head. I thought they were talking about sex. I kept hearing them talking about blowers or blow jobs or something and then it happened. I guess the level of testosterone could no longer be controlled. Charlie slammed his hood down and so did Tim. They jumped into their cars and my dad stood in front of them with the two other guys so giddy they were jumping up and down. I heard my dad scream, "Go!" and the two cars took off with tires screaming in protest and a hail of smoke. My mother and I just stared at each other shaking our heads. Mindy came out of the house then and walked over to us.

  A few minutes later, Tim drove up and jumped out of his car with a big smirk on his face. He ran into the back yard. My dad and the other two guys went with him. They were all drinking beers with cards in front of them. Charlie pulled up then and looked around as he got out of his car. He looked around angrily. I pointed towards the backyard.

  I was anticipating a fight so I ran to the yard. "You cheating bastard," screamed Charlie. Then all of the guys started laughing. Charlie recounted the details of the race from his perspective. The whole trip he'd been just seconds behind Tim who apparently had been sand bagging him. When they'd gone through the curvy section of the park, Tim had left Charlie further and further behind. Charlie had still thought that he had a chance to catch up when they got past the curves but Tim had simply pulled away gunning his car through a red light just as Charlie reached it. Charlie had to stop for the light and also got stopped by the cops. He was lucky they only gave him a ticket for speeding when he told them how he'd just got the car and had gotten a bit carried away with it.

  Tim and Charlie became fast friends and we spent a very pleasant afternoon together. When I went over to sit next to Charlie, Tim looked at me and for once there was no hostility in his eyes. Perhaps there was a bit of nervousness there and it felt like he looked at me for the first time. I felt a chill go through me then, as he nodded his head a tiny bit to acknowledge my presence. That little nod made the entire afternoon worth it.

  I asked Charlie if he was having a good time and he told me it was the most fun he'd had in a long time. "I have to admit," he whispered to me. "I only came here for a chance to go out with you. I've been asking you for months and you always turned me down. I thought coming to some little back yard barbecue would be as awful as getting your teeth pulled without having them numbed up, but it's been fun."

  I gave him my brightest fake smile. I had just seen the reason why there couldn't possibly be anything going on between Charlie and me. I needed a guy who loved me enough to just want to spend time with me, no matter what we did. He should really want to meet my family and fit in. Charlie clearly saw this as some kind of bargaining chip. As in he spent time with my boring family so I should have to have sex with him. My assessment was proven out even further when he turned and asked, "Who the fuck is that whale?"

  He almost laughed out loud when I explained that she was my sister and Tim's fiancé. He had trouble containing his laughter. The rest of the afternoon was a series of fat jokes. "Tim got the better car," he said. "But I got the better chick." I wondered what I'd said or done to make him think that he "had" me.




Thicker than Blood



"You know," he told me. "At first, I thought Tim was fudging the numbers of how much torque his car put out. Then he beat me at that race so I knew he wasn't lying. But I just figured out why he needs that much torque."

  I didn't even say anything but he told me anyway.

  "He needs all of that torque to get his car moving with that fat assed whale in it," he guffawed. I didn't like my sister, but even I thought he was over-doing the fat jokes. He wasn't even perceptive enough to notice that I didn't like them. I also noticed that as the afternoon wore on, Charlie constantly made excuses for why he'd lost the race. Tim never brought it up again.

  I think the final straw though was when we got ready to eat. My mom as usual prepared two plates. Since my dad had done most of the grilling she always brought him his food. My mom and dad had been together and had loved each other since they were old enough to move out of their parents houses. They may not have been the most fair-minded parents, but their love for each other had never been questioned. Shit, I didn't want to compete with what they had; I wanted to get in on it. And clearly Charlie wasn't my ticket to marital bliss.

  When he saw my mom serving my dad, Charlie put his foot so far in his mouth that his toenails were sticking out of his ass. "Go get me a plate," he said, indicating how my mom had served my dad. I didn't want to start any shit and ruin the afternoon, so I just looked at him strangely and nodded my head. From the look I gave him as I brought his plate, Charlie knew he'd fucked up. The good thing about it was what happened afterwards.

  I reached for a burger and my hand bumped into something and I swear to God, sparks flew off and it tingled for the rest of the day. I looked up to apologize and noticed that I'd bumped Tim's hand as he got a plate for Mindy. He smiled at me and I just stood there. For a second I didn't even realize that he was talking to me.

  "Uhm Cindy, Mindy wants two burgers," he said. "Were you going to get more than one for yourself and one for Charlie, because there are only two left?"

  I came back to my senses. There were only two thoughts going through my head. The first was how God damned considerate he was. He'd never mentioned what he was going to eat. I figured out then that like me, he'd just take whatever was left. His main interest was in pleasing my God damned sister.

  My second thought was that he actually knew my name. As I turned back towards Charlie, I noticed something that made my fucking day. I noticed my sister Mindy, staring at Charlie as intently as she was the food.

  *   *   *   *   *   *

  Tim

  The beginning of the end came on a Wednesday night. I guess it was actually the end of my stupidity more than anything else. I was in my garage, installing a chin spoiler to my Mustang when someone knocked on my door. I knew it couldn't be Mindy because she worked late at the library on Wednesday evenings. I hated Wednesdays because I often didn't get to see her at all on those days. Usually on Wednesday evenings, she just got a ride home with a friend and crawled into her bed as soon as she got home.

  I went to the door and looked out through the peephole. I was shocked. It was Mindy's sister, Cindy. I wondered what the hell she wanted. I wondered how the hell she even got my address.

  I opened the door, but I left the chain on it.

  "Hi, Mindy isn't here," I said through the screen door.

  "I came here to see you," she said. It looked as if she'd been crying. I had no choice so I opened the door.

  "Tim, can I come in?" she asked. I really wanted to say no. But I didn't want to risk having Mindy and her parents angry at me. So I opened the door.

  As she stepped inside my house, her head twisted in several different directions as she looked at things.

  "Your house is really nice," she said through her tears. "Tim, we have a problem."

  I couldn't think of anything we had in common, so a shared problem seemed ridiculous. Still, she was a woman and possibly a family member in trouble, so I listened.

  "Tim, I have to tell you something and you're not going to like it," she said. She reached for my hand and I moved away from her.

  "Okay, I'm sure my sister told you all kinds of terrible things about me that aren't true but you believed them for some reason. I'm sure you hate me because of them, but..." she said.

  "Mindy has never said anything bad about you Cindy," I said. I figured that she needed to be put in her place before she started lying about my fiancé. She looked at me curiously then.

  "Then, why don't you like me?" she asked.

  "You were probably a cheerleader in high school weren't you?" I asked her.

  "Well, yeah," she said, as if she didn't understand what that had to do with anything.

  "It figures," I said. "You have that look. So what are you here for?"

  She looked even more confused. "Do you remember Charlie?" she asked.

  "Yeah," I said. "Your boyfriend, right? He's a good guy."

  She shook her head. "Tim, he's not my boyfriend. When you guys met that was a first and last date. And I'm sorry but he's not a good guy. I know you like him and you probably think he's your friend because you guys have that whole silly car thing going on, but he is really not a good guy."

  "What does that have to do with me?" I asked.

  "Tim," she looked at me and as much as I didn't like her, my heart melted because she was clearly in some kind of pain. She really was pretty. In fact, she went beyond pretty, Cindy was beautiful.

  "Tim," she repeated. "I need to show you something. I know you don't like me, but just this one time could you come with me? And after you've seen it, we need to talk. Maybe after you've seen it you'll be fine and won't want to talk to me. That's fine, but I need you to see it just the same."

  I nodded, but I had a bad feeling about it. I was sure this was going to be one of those weird assed situations that they made Lifetime movies about. Maybe Charlie was involved with drugs and she needed me to help her kick his habit. Or maybe it was even cooler. Maybe Charlie was involved in illegal street racing and since my car was much faster than his, she'd turned to me to help her get him out of it. I smiled thinking about it.

  I followed her out to her car. I was shocked. She had a nice car, A Ford Fusion. It was the same car NASCAR painted their Ford version of the Gen 6 car to look like. As she drove, we didn't talk much which was good for me because we didn't have much in common. I was a little bit afraid to be around her because I hadn't quite told her the truth. Mindy hadn't actually said anything bad about Cindy, but she had told me about how Cindy always seemed to have things easier.

  We drove to an apartment building on the other side of town. She looked at her watch a couple of times and we settled in to wait. I didn't know what we were waiting for but we waited.

  "This is a nice car," I said to make small talk.

  "Thanks," she said and she smiled at me.

  "How come your parents didn't buy Mindy one too," I asked. She looked at me as if I'd insulted her.

  "Tim, I paid for my car, myself," she said. "I've always paid my own way. Just because my parents are still paying a lot of Mindy's expenses doesn't mean they do that for both of us. Mindy is the one who gets everything handed to her. I have to work for what I have and..." She stopped talking in mid-sentence as I saw Charlie come out of the building and head for his Challenger. He got in and drove off in a hurry.

  She started her car and pulled off but drove in a different direction. "Aren't we following Charlie?" I asked.

  "Why?" she asked. "I don't want him to see us and it's not like I don't know where he's going."

  Cindy's route was more efficient. We actually got there in time to see Charlie get out of his car and walk into...the library. I was confused and alarm bells were going off in my head. I wondered why the hell Charlie was going into the library that Mindy worked in. There were at least three libraries in town and this one was probably the furthest from his apartment.

  Secondly, the library was closed. Mindy and the other librarians did inventory and things like that on Wednesday nights. He wasn't going to get in. Or so I thought. Charlie went around to the side door. It had a big closed sign on it. He pulled on it and the door swung open easily. That door was never open even when the library was. In fact there were only lights on in the library's basement and those light were dim.

  "Come on," said Cindy. We got out of her car and walked towards the library. We opened the side door and went in. We went down the stairs into the basement. I'd been there a few times to help Mindy when she did inventory.

  As we crept down the stairs and opened the door the smell of sex was so strong it knocked me for a loop. In the center of the room, amid the stack of books, I saw at least five guys surrounding one fat woman. They were taking turns fucking her while she moaned and begged for more. There was always at least one dick in her and sometimes two.

  Mindy yelped as Charlie stuck his dick up her ass and just started slamming her like he didn't care whether he hurt her or not. I was so angry I got ready to charge in and beat the fuck out of all of them. Cindy yanked my arm and pulled me off to the side just in time. A couple of other guys came in the door we'd just come in and started undressing as they went.

  I noticed that Cindy had her phone out and was taking pictures or video. She turned it off and grabbed my arm again. "Let's go," she said.

  "I'm gonna..."I began.

  "No, you're not," she snapped. "We need to talk." I was so angry I could barely think so I let her drag me out of there.

  "Why did you stop me?" I screamed at her. As we got clear of the building, another guy went in.

  "You're just in this to help your guy. You just don't want me to kick Charlie's ass," I yelled.

  She looked at me calmly as she drove and kept shaking her head. "Tomorrow, you obviously have to go to a doctor and get yourself tested," she said. She pulled over into a park and reached into a cooler on the back seat and brought out a can of wild cherry Pepsi.

  "What's this?" I asked.

  "It's your favorite drink," she said. "I figured it would help you calm down."

  "I'll be calm after I..." I began.

  "Tim, there were at least eight men, there," she said. "All that would have happened is that you'd have gotten hurt. We need to look at this and then with cooler heads decide what we're going to do about it."

  "What do you mean, "WE?" I asked.

  "Okay," she said angrily. "This is a fucked up situation, Tim, but I am not your enemy. In fact, ever since we met you've been treating me like shit. I have never said as much as boo to you. So why the hell, do you hate me?"

  I popped the top on the soda and chugged it.

  "Cindy, I guess you're right," I told her. "It was never you. Like you said, you've never tried to be anything but nice to me. It was all based on something that happened to me a long time ago. Back when I was in high school, I had a crush on a girl in my class. She was pretty, like you. And she was a cheer leader, like you were. She led me on and let me buy her things. I gave her my lunch money and generally made a fool out of myself over her. That first love can be rough. I obsessed over her, but she just never treated me any differently than she did everyone else.

  After a few months of this, I just asked her what it would take for us to be more than friends. She told me that if I wanted to be with her, I needed to be on the football team. So I tried out the next day. I figured I had a better than average chance. I was in good shaped and I played football with my friends all of the time.

  There I was on the field. I lined up as a wide receiver. When the ball was snapped, I ran my route. I got to the area where I was supposed to be. I made eye contact with the quarterback and I knew at that moment that something was off. He was shaking his head even as he threw the ball to me. I jumped up and caught the ball and three huge defensive ends crushed me almost as if they'd been waiting for me.

  They hit me so hard, I blacked out for a second. Even when I came to, I couldn't breathe. The coach came over and when I opened my eyes, he started yelling. "Walk it off kid," he said. "Rub some dirt on it. Get up and let's try it again." I couldn't feel my legs or anything else. He looked deep into my eyes and knew that I would probably never even watch football on TV again. "Next!" he yelled.

  As I tried to wiggle my extremities to make sure I could still move on my own and nothing was broken, I heard the sound of a very shrill but familiar voice laughing hysterically at me. It was my supposed cheerleader girlfriend. She was sitting in the stands with an older guy who looked like a biker, pointing at me and laughing her ass off.

  Two of the huge guys who'd crushed me picked me up and dragged me off of the field. "Let's go call your mom," said one of them. "Daphne strikes again," said another.

  "What do you mean?" I asked.

  "Man those cheerleaders are fucked up," said the first guy again. "Especially Daphne."

  "She goes around looking for guys to humiliate," he said. "You're not the first, you won't be the last. You didn't give her any money did you?"

  "So ever since then, I've stayed away from cheerleaders," I told her. "I know it's stupid, but I was young and impressionable and she was so beautiful. I just never got over it. And dammit you look like her and..."

  "So you think, I'm beautiful?" she asked.

  "Yes," I admitted. "But most women who are pretty are fucked up in the head. They act as if they don't have to have a personality because they're pretty. I've always looked more at a woman's personality and the way she treated me than the way she looks."

  "Mindy..." I said. "I can't believe she..."

  "So do you still want to marry my sister?" she asked. I looked at her like she was crazy.

  "What did I do to make her start doing this?" I asked. She looked at me and shook her head. She grabbed my hand and told me her story and the story of the Mindy I never knew.

  "So you didn't do anything to start Mindy doing this," she told me. "Mindy has always been a slut. She probably slowed down and does it less now that the two of you are together. But for some reason she just can't give it up. You'd probably have to ask her about that. As for why she's fucking Charlie? I think that has more to do with her trying to rub it in my face again."

  "What do you mean?" I asked.

  "Tim, for the past few months, Mindy has been inviting me to family functions and getting my parents to invite me as well. She's been doing that so she could throw you in my face. It's like she wants to show me that she finally has a man of her own and I can't touch him. For most of our lives, she's enjoyed taking men away from me and now she has a man of her own and you wouldn't even look at me."

  "Okay, you told me that she takes your boyfriends," I said. "I just don't understand how. I mean you're really pretty."

  "Mindy will fuck any guy who asks," she spat. "Me, I need to get to know a guy first and I don't even have sex with most of the guys I go out with. Like, I've never had sex with Charlie. But Mindy thought that he and I were in a relationship, so she needed to prove to me that she can still take things away from me."

  *   *   *   *   *   *

  Mindy

  When I woke up on Thursday, I sensed a disturbance in the force. Normally, Tim would have called me on a Wednesday even if we weren't together. If I had my Wednesday night thing and didn't get home until late, he either waited up and called me or left me a message to tell me he loves me if he went to bed early. This time there was nothing. I'd called him when I first got in last night but he hadn't answered the phone.

  He also hadn't called to ask if I needed a ride to the library that morning either. I ended up having to take the bus. As soon as I got to the library, I called him at work. His secretary told me that he'd been called into an early morning meeting. She went on to tell me that he'd found out about a failure in some of their parts the previous evening and had actually come back to work the evening before. They needed to quickly find a solution or they'd lose millions of dollars.

  I smiled realizing that it wasn't a problem between us, it was just work stuff. That took me back to my other problem. Charlie wanted one on one time with me. The asshole was blackmailing me. I'd made a mistake when I'd gone after him. I'd thought that I was actually taking yet another guy away from Cindy, but it turned out that she had only brought him with her so she wouldn't be the odd woman out. They never dated again after the barbecue.

  Now Charlie was demanding more sex or he'd tell Tim what I was doing and I couldn't have that. I had to come up with a solution. I spent every evening with Tim except for Wednesday nights. Maybe I could convince Charlie to settle for having me on Wednesday before everyone else came or after everyone else left. For a guy who laughed at me when I first offered him sex, he couldn't seem to get enough. I've seen guys like him before. When I first got them, they did it because they were frustrated by my sister, or to get some kind of revenge on her because she wouldn't fuck them. But once they got a taste, they forgot all about her.

  Part of the problem was that I had pretty much stopped. Sure, I was still doing the Wednesday night thing but that was more or less like a security blanket. The sex I got from Tim was so much better there was just no comparison. I also realized that even the security blanket was pointless. If Tim ever dumped me, it would destroy me. Going out and having mindless, passionless sex with a bunch of strangers wouldn't help. I was in love.

  I did feel bad about having sex with the other guys, but I'd been doing it for so long that I just couldn't bring myself to stop. I still had the occasional quickie with the delivery guy etc. but for the most part, Wednesday nights were my only regular cheating. Before this, I probably had sex most nights with a different guy. I was becoming an old married lady, even before I got married and I liked it.

  I think it hit me on Thursday night, when I still hadn't heard from Tim. I called him and he sounded awful on the phone. He told me not to worry but that he'd been up for more than thirty hours straight and that he was exhausted. I went over to my mother's house and we sat down and planned out some of the details of my wedding. She asked me who I'd chosen to be my bridesmaids and maid of honor.

  I was surprised when she suggested Cindy. I called my sister right then and asked her to come over. Cindy sounded weird on the phone, but said she'd be there in a few minutes.

  The only reason I wanted Cindy to come over was so I could pick on her. Having the bitch helping with my wedding was the ultimate way of throwing it in her face. Yep, you're helping with my wedding bitch. I'm the one who's getting married when no man wants your skinny ass.

  When Cindy arrived, she smiled at me. I needed to wipe that silly fucking grin off of her face.

  "How's Charlie?" I asked.

  "You'd probably know better than I would," she smirked. "I really was never serious about Charlie," she said. "He was yours from the beginning."

  "What the hell are you babbling about?" I asked.

  "Charlie was bait, fat ass," she smirked. "I knew that anyone I brought home you'd go after. So I brought you an asshole to feed on while I kept the guy I really liked a secret. I hope you choke on Charlie."




Three Girls and a Camera



It was a hot summer afternoon. I was sitting at my favorite bar sipping a drink on the patio when I looked up and noticed them. Three cute young girls were walking down the street headed my way. One of them had a camera. She was a hot blond that looked a lot like Paris Hilton. One of her friends was also blond with long hair in twin pony tails. The other had curly shoulder length red hair. They all had very short skirts and cut off tops. Their breasts wobbled nicely as they sauntered toward me. 

I was imagining how they would look naked where "Paris" asked me whose hot car was in front of the bar. I told her the Vet was mine. She asked, "Do you mind if we use it as a prop for a photo shoot?"

I said, "be my guest." The thought of these hot babes hanging out in front of me had my dick starting to rise. I took a sip of my drink and sat back to enjoy the show. The blond with the camera introduced herself as Babs and told me her blond girlfriend was Candy and the redhead was Heather. I told them my name was John. 

Candy & Heather giggled and leaned on the car, their hot young asses pointed my direction. Their skirts were so short I could almost see their panties. Also I could just make out the curve of their breasts as the tops hung loose. I imagined what it would look like if I had a flashlight. My dick got a little harder. My mouth was getting dry so I took another sip. Just then Heather looked directly into my eyes and smiled. I was in lust. I shifted a little in my seat to ease the tension in my pants. 

Heather said to Candy, "I think he wants us, let's give him a good show." They leaned over a little more and the skirts rose up giving me a hint of the little white panties hiding under them. The girls spread their legs and more pantie came into view. Babs was moving around taking snapshots and encouraging them to show her more. I dropped my hand to my lap to rearrange my pants and allow room for my growing hard on. I couldn't help but rub it a little as I watched the erotic seen taking place in front of me. Heather winked at me as she slipped a dainty finger along Candy's cloth-covered ass and slowly pulled the white covering back to reveal more pink skin. Her hand caressed Candy's ass rubbing back and forth each time pulling the cloth a little tighter till one cheek was completely exposed to the camera and my hungry gaze. Candy moaned and wiggled her cute butt in the hot sunlight. Meanwhile Heather's other hand wandered to her top. She was caressing her breast and I could see the nipple grow between her fingers. Then Babs asked her to remove her top and she complied. I had a view of two perfect freckle-covered breasts with rosy nipples pointing at me. Without thinking my hand started stroking my hard cock through my pants. Heather looked at me, smiled and ran her tongue across her lips. Her hand left Cindy to raise her skirt. I could almost make out her pussy lips beneath the cloth. The cloth was beginning to get damp and becoming more transparent with each passing second. 

I was in heaven when the bartender came out and said, "Girls, you can't do that kind of stuff in front of my business. I'll loose my liquor licence if anyone complains." I thought to myself you'll not get any complaints from me. 

I said, "Babs, if you want to you could use my studio." I pointed to the sign "HOT SHOTS GLAMOR PHOTOGRAPHY" just down the street. I normally get paid for the use of my facility but from the way Heather had been acting I suspected that I would be well rewarded.

The girls held a short conference and then Babs said, "We'll take you up on your offer. Can we go right now?"

"Sure" I said gulping down the rest of my drink. We headed off down the street to my studio.

Shortly we arrived, unlocking the door I let them inside. "I've got a selection of dresses, costumes, and lingerie you can use if you want." I said as I pointed to the large walk-in closet. "There's a mirror in there so you can see what you look like to help you choose outfits. Have fun."

"I want to get in on this," Babs said, "would you take my camera?" 

I thought about it for less then a second and said, "No problem Babs, go ahead and join your friends. I'll enjoy taking pictures for you. You and your friends are some of the hottest girls to ever come in this studio. By the way, you are all of legal age, aren't you? "

"Of course," Babs answered. "I'm 21 and so are my friends." I suspected that she was lying but also that they had fake proof. At least I was covered if any questions arose later on. The brain between my legs had taken control and I didn't ask anything more for fear I would find out something that would mean I'd have to tell them to leave. I walked back to the front office, turned off the light but the closed sign in the window and locked the door. I had no appointments till later that evening and I didn't want to take any chances that someone would come in and disturb us.

"Wow look at all this hot stuff." Candy said as she surveyed the outfits I had in the closet.

"Yea, I'm getting hot just thinking how we're going to look in these clothes. They're all so sexy." Breathed Babs.

"What should we try on first?" asked Heather. "I like these short nighties."

"Me too, lets play slumber party." Added Babs.

"That sounds like fun." Said Candy choosing a pink babydoll nightie. Heather selected the green one that matched her eyes, Babs put on a baby blue nightie. The girls may have looked innocent but the PJ's were anything but innocent, they left little to the imagination. Babs looked at herself in the mirror, saw how transparent the outfit was and decided they better put on some more clothes. They all took matching robes off the rack and put them on. They were also see-thru but the extra layer of cloth obscured the view just enough to make Babs feel comfortable when she checked herself out again. She didn't think how the bright lights in the studio would make the clothing virtually disappear.

They came out and jumped on the bed. My heart stopped when I saw how fantastic they looked. I almost forgot about the camera but settled down after a minute and began taking pictures. They bounced around hitting each other with pillows and the feathers were flying. I got some great candid shots of the girls playing. This was as good as any wet dream I had ever had. My dick sprang to life again as I photographed the sexy scene. The girls calmed down after the exhausting pillow fight. Candy laid down on the bed with Babs and Heather by her side. Babs leaned over and gave Candy a kiss on the lips. Heather stroked Babs's backside. My cock was getting really hard as I zoomed in for some close ups of the action. Candy sucked Babs's tongue into her sweet mouth. Heather cuddled up to Candy pulling Babs toward her making a Candy sandwich. 

Candy's robe was pulled back and the camera recorded the rise of her nipples. She was defiantly getting hot. Heather's hand spread Candy's legs a little before sliding along her dampening pussy. Babs pulled up Candy's flimsy top and started sucking her pert little breasts. I went nuts taking pictures. Heather got up, spread Candy's legs further apart and crawled between them. Her hot red peach fuzz snatch barely covered with transparent green silk was inches from my mouth. I set down the camera and pulled the silk aside. Heather's tongue slipped into Candy just as mine tasted her sweet pussy. Not to be left out Babs had straddled Candy and spread her warm pussy over Candy's mouth. I lapped that juicy hole slipping my fingers in to spread it wide. My tongue teased her clit and she rubbed her pussy over my face.

From somewhere I felt a hand pull out my hard dick. My pants came off and a hot mouth licked around the tip of my swollen rod. Heather had turned over and was spread on the bed with my face buried in her soft cunt. I felt dainty fingers rap themselves around my member, sliding back and forth as it sank deeper into the hungry mouth. Soon another hand was squeezing my balls. The girl's mouth opened wider and I thrust into her throat. A finger slipped into my ass as my dick slammed in and out. Tension was building in my balls, the gentle finders bringing them to the boiling point. I wanted to wait to stick it in one of these babes' hot cunts but I was past the point of no return. Jets of hot jizz steamed from my rock hard rod down the welcoming throat. Heather's ass was rising off the bed pushing her juicy snatch into my face. She was moaning loudly and I knew she was close to a climax. Babs picked up the camera and recorded the scene as gushes of girl juice flooded my face.

I was spent and happy the girls headed back to the changing room. I popped a Viagra so I would be ready for more. I didn't want to disappoint these hot honeys. I wasn't sure what they were up to as they took a long time fooling around in the costume closet. I heard excited whispering and occasional laughter coming from behind the door. By the time they came out I could feel the pill kicking in and I was more then ready for the fun to come.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw Candy dressed in white. She had on a lacy bra with nipple holes that deepened her cleavage. Her pussy was framed by white lace panties with a slit showing the swollen labia. She had a little line of light blond hair just above that inveighing opening, otherwise she was clean shaven. A garter belt held up white stockings wrapping her lovely legs. The outfit was completed by a white vale. As she turned around I noticed the thin lace panties stretched across her cute butt. It barely covered her ass cheeks but squeezed them together, enhancing the tender globes. I looked up and saw that her arms were tied together with white ribbon.

"How do you like our helpless virgin bride? Isn't she hot?" Asked Babs. My rod sprang to attention making my feelings obvious to everyone in the room.

"It looks like he approves." Heather observed. I was too blown away to say anything at that moment.

I picked up the camera and took pictures as the girls guided their captive over to the bed. They untied her arms momentarily only to be retied to the bedposts. More ribbons were produced to bind Candy's lace-covered legs to the bottom of the bed. Heather went into the closet and came out with the toy box. Babs and Heather took out some feathers and silk scarves to tickle Candy into arousal. Candy's body arched toward the tormenting touches. Her nipples hardened poking out through the white lace. Her labia swelled and began to open searching for something to fill her wet pussy. My dick was more then ready for the job, oozing precum. I was to be denied as Babs guided a vibrator toward the waiting opening. She teased her friend's pussy running the instrument around the outside before slipping the tip gently in. She only let it slide in a little before moving it up to massage Candy's clit.

"Put it in me!" She screamed to no avail. The pleasant torture continued. She was really ready to be fucked. Instead her friends used their fingers to torment her pussy. They held it open and fingered her depths as I watched and photographed. The dripping pussy smelled of hot sex. "I think she's ready for you." Babs said. She took the camera from me as Heather stroked my hot dick leading me toward the wedding bed. The helpless virgin bride was spread on the white satin sheets waiting for her groom or anyone to fill her steaming pussy.

"Take it easy on her," Babs whispered, "you're her first man." Heather positioned my burning dick above the waiting wet pussy. She stroked me and caressed my balls as she guided me toward the target. Finally contact was made and the silken lips touched the head of my rock hard rod. They slid around the tip coating it with juice. I pushed gently forward into her. She was very tight so I eased back out. The next stroke was slightly deeper enveloping my whole dick head. The velvet warmth made it hard to go so slow. Each inch brought me closer to heaven. Each stroke sent me pushed deeper into her virgin pussy. Each time I pulled back Candy arched her pussy toward me begging to be filled. Finally I was in her completely.

The ribbons holding her legs apart were cut and she wrapped them around me pushing me deeper still. I kissed her lips and she thrust her tongue into my mouth. Her arms were released and gentle fingers ran up and down my back. She ground her hot wet clinging pussy onto my stiff prick. Her legs held me captive as she thrust herself onto me. My balls were being tickled by the lace panties surrounding her hungry pussy. She released me a little and I was able to stroke in and out about an inch. My erection seemed to expand even more as it was teased by the delightful sensations. Her cunt was pumping my dick urging me to fill her with hot sperm. Her words in my ear were telling me the same thing. 

"Fuck me, fill me, fuck me, fill me." She panted in time with my deep thrusts. Her fingernails were raking my back. My thrusts became longer and harder. Her cunt gripped my heated rod trying to milk the fluid out. My balls were expanding, ready to release my pent up sperm. Her juices were flowing. She was screaming her orgasm. I pounded deep into her. Her legs locked around me. I flooded her with my seed. I shot deep in her seething pussy and then lay on top exhausted.

Babs had recorded everything. I printed out copies for her and kept some of the really hot ones for myself. The girls waved goodbye but promised to stop by again sometime. I hoped it would be soon. 



Three Girls and a Datsun



I had to pee, but there was a problem. A few problems, actually. Not only was I going to have to fight the erection that was growing, and the fact that it had been in use for a few hours earlier in the evening, but I was going to have to get the girls off me. I was in heaven when we fell asleep; Deanna on my left with her long, slender body pressed against mine, Silvia laying on top of me where she had stayed after that last fuck with her on top, and Kathy snuggled up on my right. And on top of that big pile of flesh, the cheap hotel covers kept us all warm and content. Deanna and Kathy had my arms pinned and my cock was growing in response to Silvia essentially sleeping on it. As I contemplated my options and the growing need to get out from under this lovely pile of women, the memories of the past 24 hours ran through my head.

We had embarked early that morning for the amusement park in the next state, a meager 3 hour drive to the best roller coaters in the region. Deanna was the pilot, the tall gangly girl with the irrepressible smile and the unruly curl in her medium-long, wild hair. Next to her sat her long time partner in crime Silvia. Almost the exact opposite of her driving friend, Silvia was short and curvy, sullen and moody, hair cut short and at that point somewhere in the ;platinum blonde' range. In the back seat next to me was Kathy, a mousy little thing and coworker of both Deanna and I. She was a simple girl. Not stupid, just uncomplicated and straight forward. She had tagged along almost as an after thought as she wasn't really part of our group, but we all knew her well enough to not feel ill at ease. She and I huddled together in the cramped back seat of the compact and I wondered how I, the big burly man, got crammed back there when teeny tiny Silvia got the passenger seat all to herself. Best friend privilege, I guess.

After 3 hours in the tin can we arrived to a hot and sunny day in Ohio. The lines were long and the sun was hot, but we rode and rode and wrung the most out of the day. Silvia was the least covered, wearing a bikini top and short shorts to cover her naughty bits. There wasn't a shy hair on her head and I was plenty glad for the view down that heavy cleavage. Kathy was the middle of the road as they went, wearing a crop top and fairly short cutoffs, though nowhere near as scandalous as Silvia. Kathy was a cutie and she had an innocent sweetness about her that made her good company, though it turned out to be a bit of a ruse. Deanna was the 'prude' if you will, wearing a t-shirt and denim shorts on her long, slender body. Deanna and Silvia often joked that they'd trade 3 inches of bust for 3 inches of height, but Deanna could use a lot more than 3 inches to fill out her shirt. Her legs were spectacular but the top side was just about barren.

All was well until the rain arrived, as I had warned them it would. The storm front raced across the sky, dumping torrents of rain on the crowded park. People ran for cover and warmth as the temperature dived, and within an hour the sunshine was a memory, replaced with a cold, blustery northern import from across the great lakes. The crowds dissipated in the wake of the cold front and only those few people who had planned ahead were fit for further amusements. The girls were shivering.

We retreated to the car for a while to let the heater blast up some warmth and to decide what to do. We were all fresh out of high school and enjoying the last summer before college so our funds were meager and none of us had a credit card. I was fine but the girls would need more clothes to go back outside and the clothes available at the park were wildly overpriced. I enjoyed saying 'I told you so' for quite a while as they pooled their money and tried to figure out what to do.

Eventually we went back in and the girls bought some sweat shirts and we continued our merrymaking into the evening. Once the fireworks announced the end of the day we were ready for it, and the resurgence of the rain came just as we piled back into the little Datsun. A few miles down the road, the tire blew.

No cell phones (this was 1989, by the way,) in the rain on the side of the highway, after dark, in a strange town. We were kind of fucked. Fortunately I still had a few dollars in my pocket and we had just gotten on the highway so there were a few hotels within a half-mile walk. We slogged through the cold rain and muddy roadside to the nearest place and I got a room. I had the girls hide so I could get a single rate but as soon as possible we were all out of the cold and vying for the hot shower.

I let the girls go first, making sure to nab a towel and hide it before they noticed. Since they hadn't brought a change of clothes they had to fight for their dignity. For various reasons, they didn't fight too hard. Silvia was the first to disrobe and she damn near flopped her big titties out right in front of me. I'm guessing there was a mischievous smile on her lips but my eyes didn't get that high. Deanna was the unlucky one who had to dry off with hand towels. The glare she gave me as I went into the bathroom with the good towel was priceless, and watching her try to cover her long body with a few small towels was nice too. After a warm shower I decided to have some fun. Might as well make use of a room full of naked girls, right?

I stepped into the room bare assed naked, toweling off my hair and looking for trouble. The girls were all huddled under the covers of the king sized bed and they had turned up the heat in the room. I tossed the towel on the chair, placed my hands on my hips and gazed over the buffet of lovelies before me.

"Uh, you know there are ladies present, right?" said Silvia with a smirk.

"Why the hell do you think I'm naked? Besides, you've seen it before." Deanna and Kathy both looked at Silvia with raised eyebrows, wondering if it were true. Silvia blushed a little at my exposure of our 'secret,' a half-drunken tryst after a late night game of strip poker when her intended beau couldn't handle his liquor and she needed a real man to take over, but she wasn't one to be shy.

"I've done more than see it, sweetie." The attitude on that woman was easily as erotic as her curves. "But what about them? Are you just in the habit of exposing yourself?"

"Not usually, but in Deanna's case I thought she might like to get a better look at it. It was awfully dark in the back seat at the drive in." Heads turned toward the lanky brunette this time as her eyes bulged out of her head. She was definitely not as outgoing as Silvia and her blush was deep. I was surprised she hadn't told Silvia about it since the shorter woman had actually been there in the car next to us at the drive in on that double date. The look on Silvia's face was a mixture of triumph and scandalous surprise, that her mousey little friend could do such a thing.

"You tramp! Why didn't you tell me?" Silvia sat up and plucked a pillow out from behind her, leaning around Kathy and swatting Deanna with it as the blankets fell to expose her generous bosom. Deanna, roused from her shocked stupor by the pillow, reached behind Kathy and pushed Silvia a bit, just a shade more than playfully.

"You don't need to know everything," she replied defensively.

There was an awkward silence in the room as Kathy and I stared at each other. It took a moment but Silvia was quick on the uptake.

"Her too? You fucked all of us?" I replied to her with a wink and a very broad smile.

"He didn't fuck me, but I blew him a couple of times," said Kathy matter-of-factly. I remembered her blow jobs quite fondly, especially since I had received them while backstage at the school play as I was waiting for my cue and with 600 people on the other side of the plywood set.

Through all this reliving of good times, Big Jim was starting to inflate a bit. I couldn't be sure I was going to get anything that night but I certainly shared his optimism.

"Ladies, I may be out of my mind but it seems to me that a situation like this comes along once in a lifetime, and I'd be crazy to let it pass me by. You three have been all over me all day, and I've been intimate with each of you in the past so you can't say you have no interest. We all go our separate ways in a few months, so I say we live life out loud tonight. Let's do things other people only dream about."

My little speech was worming its way into their minds. Sylvia was inscrutable but her eyes were on mine, while Deanna looked away and chewed her lower lip in trepidation. Kathy looked embarrassed, but she couldn't hide a mischievous little smile growing on her lips. I waited while they thought about it, their eyes spending a fair amount of time on my dangling phallus.

"How do you want to do this?" I knew Silvia would speak up first!

"I am at your command. Draw straws, play rock-paper-scissors, whatever you like. Everything I have," and I raised my arms wide to show off the goods (and I actually had some goods back then as a very fit young man,) "is yours tonight."

"Go into the bathroom. We'll let you know if you can come out." Yes! That they wanted to talk about it was far better than nothing. I skipped happily to the little bathroom and closed the door, wondering what wonders I was about to behold. I didn't wait long. A knock on the door summoned me back to the room. Deanna and Kathy were standing by the heater and Silvia, the one who had released me, was walking toward them. She looked at me and pointed to the bed, now cleared of the comforter and sheet. I dutifully reclined in the middle of it and watched as Silvia held up her little fist, 3 strips of paper sticking up from it. First Deanna, then Kathy pulled a scrap, then Silvia cursed as she examined the shortest one which was left in her hand.

"Kathy gets the long one, Deanna gets second choice, and I guess I get to watch first. Kathy, go get him." Kathy looked as if she would be hesitant, her pretty and demure girl-next-door looks disguising the lust within her naked body. Her breasts were a little bigger than I remembered from fondling them in the dark behind the stage a few months earlier, a bit pointy and with puffy nipples, and her body was nicely proportioned. 

She climbed up on the bed and straddled me, her pussy resting on my shaft. She reached down and stroked my cock, driving me quickly toward a full erection.

"Deanna gets the consolation prize," declared Silvia. I smiled at the tall, hesitant girl.

"There are no consolation prizes on me, Dee. Come here." She was obviously in a quandary, pushed beyond her comfort boundaries. I don't think she had ever expected to be involved in something like this, but it didn't take long for her adventurous spirit to rise up and quell the butterflies in her stomach. She stepped up on the bed, one hand on the wall to steady herself, then walked to my head and straddled it. It was quite a sight, staring up the length of that 6-foot tall naked woman. She lowered herself down slowly, folding those long legs next to my head and lowering her lightly tufted muff down to my face. She held on to the headboard and settled down to hover directly over my face. Her enormous green eyes closed as my tongue slipped between her pussy lips and she released a sound somewhere between a groan and a gasp.

While I slowly pushed my tongue around Deanna's sweet pussy, Kathy had brought my cock up to full mast and was preparing for insertion. She moved forward and reached back to position me correctly, then slid down my shaft in one slow motion until I was buried deep inside her. I groaned and put one hand on her hip, the other on Deanna's ass, trying to show my immense pleasure to both at once. 

The view up at Deanna was stunning, her long, slender torso seeming to go on and on, past her hard little nipples and up to her pretty face framed in her wild curly hair, her eyes now open again and watching me. The intensity and lust in her eyes was nearly as intoxicating as her dripping wet pussy. A mixture of my saliva and her juices was coating my face and dripping down my neck and I couldn't have been happier. I reached my hand up her body, caressing her hard tummy and trying to reach her tits but she was just too tall and my shoulder was partially pinned under her leg. I just let my hand roam where it could while I flicked my tongue against her clit.

Kathy had pulled her feet up under her and was squatting on my cock, bouncing up and down. I pushed my butt up off the bed to give her easier access and she increased her pace, throwing her little body down on my dick again and again. I wished I could see that but the current view was pretty damn good too.

Deanna's eyes closed and a low moan escaped her lips. She moved a hand from the headboard to my head and let her fingers splay through my hair and around to the back of my head, holding me a little tighter to her as she started to grind into me, obviously anticipating an orgasm. I thought that was awful fast but as I recalled from our earlier romp in the back of Dad's Grand Marquis, she had a bit of a hair trigger. Just as well since I had extra duties that night.

Sure enough, her orgasm was coming and I maintained my attention on her clit to expedite the event. I let go of Kathy and held Deanna's ass tight to keep her in place. Her breathing became fast and shallow and the sounds she was making made it clear she was on the edge. I just kept up the action, and in a moment it happened.

I though she was going to break my damn nose! Her hips jerked and bucked like she was on a rodeo bull and I thanked God I already had a strong grip on her butt. At the same time this monster spasm hit her she unloaded a heavy squirt of pussy juice into my open mouth, an experience I had not yet had at that time. I swallowed what I could quickly and got back to work, much of it running down the back of my head. I locked her in tight with my arms and weathered her storm as well as I could and in a few moments she was spent. I saw her slump as if completely drained. She settled onto me, leaning back a little and putting her weight on my chest. The hand which had held me tightly to her rollicking pussy was now a gentle touch on my face. We shared that tender moment for a very brief time as Kathy was still bouncing on my cock behind Deanna.

"We need to be alone again sometime," I said quietly, hopefully unheard by the others over Kathy's noises. Deanna smiled down at me, exhausted and fulfilled, and stunningly beautiful. I was glad we were going to the same college in the fall. I would have ample opportunities to explore her more fully.

"Are you done yet?" asked Silvia, already crawling up on the large bed. Deanna didn't answer but swung a leg up over me and dismounted, sliding down on the bed next to me as Silvia took her place.

"Damn, Dee! You came all over his face!" She held on to the headboard with one hand just as Deanna had, but with the other she spread her pussy lips as she descended to sit on my face. "Serves you right, fucker..." That last was delivered sotto voce and with considerable passion, perhaps harboring some anger at the large load of sperm I had sprayed over her face a few months earlier.

Silvia's pussy was more tangy, pungent and sexy. She tasted like sex; hot nasty sex. Once my tongue landed between her pussy lips her hand moved to my head and took a strong fistful of my hair. She was rough, even mean, grinding her hips on my face and mashing herself down onto me. Where Deanna had worn a look of pleasure and serenity, Silvia's face was contorted into a sneering mask with clenched teeth and flashing eyes. She was a talker and her mouth kept up a constant stream of filth as she rode my chin.

"Suck that fucking pussy you mother fucker. Lick it up, bitch. Ungh! That's right you fucker!" Half of it didn't make any sense and a few times I almost laughed, but I paid attention to my work. Plus, the sight was incredible. Her short torso, coupled with the fact that she was bending over a bit, put her large tits in easy reach of my hands and in full view of my hungry eyes. I let go of Kathy's hips and put both hands on Silvia's hanging breasts for a while, enjoying their soft, full weight. I still felt like I was losing a fight, though. My jaw was starting to ache and my tongue was definitely tired, but I dared not stop. I had dreamed of this girl for years and now finally she was...well, not mine exactly. In fact I was more like hers, but it was worth it.

Kathy was still going to town on my cock down there, grinding her hips into me and leaning forward to apply pressure to her clit. I guessed by her actions and sounds that she was coming close to her orgasm but it was a bit hard to tell with Silvia riding my chin. I figured I would try to give Kathy a bit more attention since Silvia seemed quite adept at getting what she wanted all by herself. My hands went back to Kathy's hips and I started thrusting hard up into her, raising my hips off the bed. She squealed like she had been pinched and fell forward into Silvia who almost smothered me as she fell on my face. I had a brief fear of having to explain to a doctor, or worse -- my parents -- just exactly how I broke my nose.

Silvia realized she was taking second fiddle so she lifted up a bit and gave me some room, though Kathy was still collapsed on her back while I fucked her. Kathy was definitely about to come so I threw everything I had into her. In moments her little body became terribly tense and she held tightly onto Silvia as the orgasm swept over her. A deep shudder and an explosive exhalation, nearly a shout, announced her climax and the odd triangle we formed kept moving.

I tried to keep it going until she was done, and in a few moments I could feel the tension flow out of her body. She let go of Silvia and sat back as I let my hips fall back to the bed. She slumped to the side, my cock slipping loudly out of her little pussy. I could finally see her and the look of contentment on her face was incredible. She was glowing with perspiration and the weary smile on her face was priceless.

"How fucking precious," said Silvia, sneering at me. "Get back to work!" She tried to drop back down on my face but I had had just about enough of her tough girl act.

I reached up and grabbed her by the ribcage, pushing her off me to the left. She couldn't have weighed more than 90 pounds so it was easy to toss her around. I hopped up quickly and flopped her over on her belly, then pulled her little ass up. She tried to twist away but I grabbed her arm and pinned it behind her back as I took my position behind her.

"You don't talk like a lady. Lets see if you feel like one." I slid easily into her sloppy hole and she grunted at the intrusion. I had little patience left and I felt like it was time to win that fight.

"You take it, bitch" I said around clenched teeth as I hammered away at her from behind. Thank God the headboard was actually a part of the wall. Otherwise I think I would have shaken the thing loose. I fucked her about as hard as I could, setting a fast pace and slapping her ass back against me. She didn't have a chance to talk dirty and it was all she could do to hang on as I drove into her.

Kathy was still on the other side of the king size bed, on her side and watching the show from up close, while Deanna was in a chair a few feet away wrapped in a blanket. They both watched us with full attention and I would swear Deanna was playing with herself under there.

Silvia's free arm went wild, searching for something. It landed on a pillow and she quickly brought the thing to her face. I let her other arm go and grabbed her ass with both hands, lifting her up a little and fucking her silly. My balls were starting to get tight and that sharp pain/pleasure at the tip told me that I wasn't too far away. Fortunately she started bellowing her orgasm into the pillow, stifling her screams as I continued to use her body for my pleasure. I had intended to come on Silvia's face but in that position it wasn't going to happen, so I offered it to the others.




Three Girls and a Datsun



"I'm gonna come. Who wants it?"

I wasn't sure I would get any takers but my money was on Kathy. She had sucked four separate loads out of my cock a few months earlier and seemed to have a liking for the stuff. To my surprise it was Deanna who hopped up from her chair. The blanket slid off her long body and she came to the side of the bed next to me. I was very close at that point and Silvia's noises were subsiding so I figured I didn't need to hold back any longer.

I pulled out of Silvia and quickly put Deanna down on the bed between the other girls. I tried to be gentle about it but I might have just pushed her down; I'm not sure. I straddled her torso and grabbed my cock, jerking off hard as the orgasm started to bubble through my body. Deanna lay there, watching intently, her hands roaming my legs. I grabbed her right hand and wrapped it around my prick, then wrapped my own hand around hers as the contractions started.

The first shot was a doozie, a thick rope of jizz that drew a line from her left nipple to her chin and landed with an audible 'splat.' God Damn! That girl was beautiful! I moved up a bit and let the second squirt land on her face, across her cheek and nose and sliding down into her hair. More and more poured out of me, significantly more than usual, and to my great pleasure Deanna opened her mouth as she closed her eyes. I obliged and let the last few contractions fall onto her lips and down to her tongue. Once again she shocked me as her head rose and she wrapped the end of my prick in her thin lips. I hadn't expected her to do that, what with 2 other girls so recently on my cock, but it sent a final, powerful shudder through me at the end of my orgasm.

I slumped to the side, almost landing on Silvia. She was still breathing heavily, as was I. The four of us lay there like that for a while, basking in the glow of what we had just done. I don't know how they all felt about it but I felt like a sultan and they were my harem. I was a fucking king at that moment.

Deanna got up first, trying to wipe way the deposits I had left on her. There was quite a lot and her efforts only served to spread it around more so she was headed for a towel. I felt the need for a shower, especially if there were to be seconds, so I got up to join her.

"Better to just take a shower," I said, stepping into the bathroom with her. I turned on the water and stepped in, ignoring the shock of cold water. Heck, I needed it to keep me awake since I would normally want to sleep after such a performance. I held out my hand to her, inviting her to join me. The look on her face was precious, once again scared and unsure, as if she hadn't just sucked the goo out of my twice-dipped cock a few minutes ago. I went ahead and started washing my face and hair trying to get the pussy juice off me. I felt her hand on my hip as she stepped in with me.

We washed up quickly, Deanna taking an extra moment to wash off my dick with her soapy hands. Once we were clean we made out for a while, her sharp tongue dancing across my teeth and my hands roaming her long body. My cock hadn't completely deflated from the first round and it was already starting to swell up again in anticipation of the second round, if there was to be one. I almost nailed Deana right there in the shower but I got greedy.

Toweling off was interesting since all the towels had already been used. This time I got the hand towels and I was glad the girls had turned up the heat. And in more ways than one.

Silvia and Kathy were lounging on the bed chatting when I came back in the room, Deanna still trying to get dry.

"Did she leave any more for us?"

"Ladies, I've always got more for you." I stood on the bed and walked to the headboard, then turned and leaned against the wall. "I want to know what you've got for me."

"Jeez, Dee! Didn't you do anything in there?" Deanna looked a little sheepish, as if there were anything to be ashamed of at that point.

"No. We just made out a little." Silvia rolled her eyes.

"So I suppose you want us to blow you now?"

"Maybe not you, Sil. You bite." All eyes were on my dick just then as we danced around the upcoming event. Deanna was sitting on her folded legs at the foot of the bed, Kathy to my right and Silvia to my left. Kathy moved first, climbing up on her knees and coming over in front of me. She wasted little time and wrapped my thickening prick in her little hand, slowly jacking me off. Silvia and Deanna came closer to watch though they made no move to join in.

"Sil, you were a little rough on me last time. Maybe you should take notes from Kathy here." Silvia scowled but Kathy positively glowed at the compliment, her face breaking into a wide, genuine smile. I was hoping that would win me a good performance, and my hopes were not in vain.

She slipped her lips around the head of my cock and pressed her tongue up underneath it, rubbing it firmly. She sucked and pulled her head back, tugging at my not-quite-hard dick, then moved forward on it a bit as it slid further into her face. Her previous ministrations had been in the dark so I had never really seen this before and it was a joy to behold. Her eyes were closed and her hands reached around to hold my ass, her little fingers squeezing and caressing me. A few more moments of her just suckling and moving her head around and I was stiff as a pipe again. I put a hand on the back of her head and pushed her down gently, more a suggestion than a command. She gave me exactly what I wished for.

She pushed forward and let my cock slip down her throat as her nose touched my pubes. Her sharp little tongue shot out and poked at my balls for a moment but that was about as far as she could go. My entire body tensed as she held me there in her throat, then relaxed as she backed off for a breath.

"See, my mouth isn't big enough for that," complained Silvia. "I'd do it if I could." Silvia was a petite little thing and while I'm sure I could line up a hundred people to claim she had a big mouth, the actual size of her features were positively elfin. But as Kathy went down for another deep one I didn't care to chat with Sil. 

She wiggled her head around my cock, forcing it past her tonsils and down her throat, again taking everything I had. The room was quiet for a while, Deanna and Silvia watching with rapt attention while Kathy deep throated me over and over. After a while Deanna crawled up near the head of the bed to get a better look, but she made no move to join. Her large eyes lingered over the scene from a few feet away, fascination and lust playing across her face. Silvia seemed to be enjoying the show as well, though I had less attention to spare for her just then.

Kathy put her hands on my shaft and jacked me off for a while, just sucking the head and giving her throat a rest. Still her eyes were shut, as they had been throughout her performance. I had almost shot my load down her throat so I was having to work not to come again, but eventually I couldn't take it any more. I touched her face with my hand and she looked up at me, mouth still full of cock.

"Here it comes," I said just before my cock launched its first gout of sperm. She lunged forward and rammed my dick down her throat, causing me to spasm even more at the exquisite feeling. I held her head in my hands and pushed in as far as I could go, fucking her face. I didn't want to hurt her so I didn't pump in and out, I just held her there and let the contractions course down her throat. It was all I could do to remain standing for that.

And then it was over. I leaned back against the wall, my cock sliding out of her mouth with a rope of spit and sperm flopping down on my leg and her chin. The smile returned to her face, red lipped and sloppy as it was. Damn that girl looked good sucking cock.

"I think I need a nap," I said as I stepped off the bed to clean off. I did -- I was exhausted. After a long day and 2 orgasms I was done for. I washed up a little and stumbled back to the bed. Thankfully Kathy headed to the bathroom just then and it was easy enough to land in the middle of the bed between Silvia and Deanna. I was asleep before Kathy returned.

I knew it was late but I couldn't tell just how late. I was on my side and through bleary eyes all I could tell was that is was still dark outside. I also couldn't tell which girl had her hand around my cock, slowly stroking it up to full strength. I tried to guess but in the haze of sleep and lack of other information I didn't have a clue. I wasn't complaining, though.

I opened my eyes and saw Deanna, nose to nose with me as I lay on my side, the meager light in the room reflecting off her open twinkling eyes. She shifted position a little and brought her trim little bush in range of my cock, rubbing them together slowly. We stayed there in the dark, quietly enjoying the intimate contact but not ready to move on. After a while I spoke up.

"If we get going they'll wake up."

"I'll be quiet," she whispered. She let go of me and shifted again, slipping slowly off the side of the bed. She lifted the covers off me, exposing me to the room. I scooted over and settled on my back, and in the dark she sat on the bed near my rigid member.

She was hesitant, even timid at first, moving her sharp tongue across the head of my cock. Her long fingers wrapped tenderly around the shaft, very gently stroking my flesh. Her long hair fell in a circle around her face, tickling my legs and stomach a little, but I was paying attention to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the head and finally started to bob her head up and down, but in such shallow motions that I felt like I was barely entering her face. She kept it very slow, almost painfully slow, but we were trying to be covert.

I just relaxed and let her go as she gently nursed my cock. I might have even drifted off a little as her ministrations were almost more soothing than stirring. What caught my attention was when she tried to go deep. I could feel the back of her throat as she pressed her head down, trying to match Kathy's prowess. She was having some trouble and her gag reflex kicked in, causing her to pull back and cough several times. That was enough to wake the others.

"Who'se doing him now?" asked Silvia.

"Must be Deanna," drawled Kathy sleepily. A moment later the light came on and Deanna froze, face hovering over my wet cock and hand wrapped around the base. Her overlarge eyes seemed to be even larger than normal, quite the deer in the headlights.

"Caught with your hand in the cookie jar." Deanna wasn't sure what to do, still not entirely comfortable with this situation. I helped her out.

"Why don't you make them both jealous and climb up here, Dee?" I held out my hand to help her up and she took it quickly, happy to divert attention from herself a little. She climbed up on top of me and settled on my cock in a hurry as her slippery pussy took me instantly inside. I grunted as she put her weight on me, enjoying her tight snatch and long body. I held her ass with both hands and thrust up inside her , raising my butt off the bed and giving her a good ride, all the while basking in the glow of her beautiful face. 

Once again Deanna was quick to come, and this time I got to watch her face contort into nine kinds of ecstasy as she rode my cock. I think I've lost track of exactly who did what and when after that, but I know I had each of them on my face and on my cock again, and I know the night ended with Silvia grinding her little body on top of me. She was on the pill and encouraged me to come inside her. I filled her little twat with my slippery seed, fucking her hard from below as her heavy tits flailed wildly. 

At that point I was more than spent, I was mortally exhausted, and I just about passed out. I don't remember anything after that shattering orgasm, aside from Silvia collapsing on my chest and the feeling of deep contentment. Darkness and soft flesh surrounded me.

All that rumination was lovely, but my core problem remained. I really needed to pee! I turned to my left, almost nose to nose with Deanna, and whispered to her quietly. It too ka few moments, but eventually she woke up.

"I need to get out of this pile. Can you let me out?" She slid off the bed and lifted the covers a bit. I managed to disengage my right arm from Kathy without too much trouble, but Silvia woke up as I tried to dump her on the bed.

"No more, dammit," she mumbled before falling back to sleep."

I hurried into the bathroom and took care of my needs with great relief. I figured I'd have to find a spot on the floor for the rest of the evening and I was wondering how to steal a blanket and pillow, but as I opened the door a tall, lanky shadow filled the doorway.

"Can I come in?" Deanna asked quietly.

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Toby Gets It!



I finished feeding the cat and sank down onto the kitchen chair with a deep sigh. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, and tried to unwind, but I was still too keyed up. So I poured myself a glass of cheap Bordeaux, walked into the living room, put a blues CD into the stereo and sank onto the sofa.

As days went, mine had been a bitch. Late to get up, late to start, and it had just snowballed from there. A yearly physical with the doctor, which I always dread. Luckily, it was over for another year. Then my tennis partner had sprained her ankle, and we had to call the game. My one and only ranch hand had come down with the 'flu, so I had to call on a neighbour's son to help me with my animals.

And to top it off, I had broken a damn fingernail! I gulped down the wine and studied my hand. 'Damn,' I thought. 'What a perfect ending to a shitty day! At least I know nothing else can go wrong.'

I jumped as the phone rang. I always screen my calls, so I didn't bother to get up. It was my sister, letting me know she had "someone perfect" for me to meet. Great. Just what I needed! She said she'd given him my number, and not five minutes after she hung up, he called. He left a short, polite message with his phone number, inviting me to use it. He had a deep resonant voice, with a hint of an accent in his vowels. 'Maybe interesting', I thought.

I'd had a very happy marriage, but when Niall died of a massive heart attack, two years ago, at the age of 32, something in me had died with him. I knew that, and accepted it. I also knew it was only a matter of time before I started living again. The spark of interest I felt at this strangers' voice was the first sign. I accepted that too.

'Well, I'll sleep on it, and see what tomorrow brings.' 

I got ready for bed, opened my bedroom window in hopes of a cool early summer breeze, and climbed into bed. Wuffles, my grey Japanese Bobtail, leaped onto the bed, kneaded the pillow beside me, and curled up tight. He loved sleeping with me, and I was happy not to be alone.

Morning dawned quickly, and I was out of bed by five. I poured a cup of herbal lemon tea, and sat on the porch to greet the day. It was a long-standing ritual, and I continued it every day, summer and winter, because I loved looking out over my land. I had a hobby farm on sixteen acres of good ranching land. I owned four horses, and stabled five others.

Finishing my tea, I went to the kitchen to rinse my cup. I lovingly watered my plants, the herbs and ferns I had throughout the house. Then I went to the mudroom, put my boots on, and walked down to the stable.

I drew in deep breaths, savoring the various scents of summer. I could smell the stable, of course, but I also smelled the grass, the wildflowers, and the sun-warmed dirt.

"Hi, Toby. How's it going today?" 

Toby was my neighbour's son, who was helping me while my regular hand was sick. He was cute, for a twenty-three year-old kid, and very polite, which I was happy about. He also seemed very shy around me, blushing easily - but then, that's they way most boys his age were, I supposed.

"It's going okay." he replied. "Zeus is raring to go, but Loki had a stone, so I put him out in the south paddock today."

"Okay, thanks. Mindy's going to come over for a while today." 

He avoided my eyes, and I assumed he was looking forward to seeing the eighteen-year-old girl who stabled Zapt, a fine Arabian gelding, here. I also knew that Mindy was looking forward to seeing Toby. I figured they each had a pretty awful crush on the other, and was damned glad to be a grown up and past all that.

We worked together quietly, each thinking our own thoughts. I kept recalling the phone call from last night, and decided to call my sister, Sandrea back. 

'What the hell', I thought. 'Maybe he'll be really sexy, and I'll finally get laid! I really need to get laid soon.' 

I rolled my eyes at that thought, thinking what an understatement it was. After we'd gotten the horses looked after, I saddled Zeus and told Toby I'd be back in a while. "I'm going to give him a good ride today!" I called.

I could have sworn, as I swung into the saddle, that I heard him mumble "lucky him", but then I thought I'd simply been mistaken. Toby was so shy, and young!

I rode along my favourite trail, admiring the land, the day, the feel of the horse under me. After an hour or so, I headed back to the stable. I saw the sleek little VW Beetle that signaled Mindy's presence. I rode Zeus into the south paddock where Loki, another gelding, was; I slipped off the saddle, landing easily on the grass. 

I unsaddled Zeus, slipped his bridle off, and took the gear to the tack room at the back of the stable. I didn't mean to, but I couldn't help overhearing the argument taking place between Toby and Mindy.

"Why don't you ask her? You'll see!" Mindy was very upset, and sounded quite mean. She was normally a nice, quiet girl, pretty and popular, with what I thought an unfortunate habit of tossing her hair all the time.

"I don't need to, Mindy. I know what she thinks of me. But that doesn't change what I think of her!" Toby's voice was hard, as if he didn't like the truth he'd just uttered. "She thinks I'm a nice boy," he almost sneered. "So why don't you just leave it alone!"

"If you know that, then why the hell are you still here, mooning over her? I can't believe she hasn't seen the way you look at her! It's disgusting! Or maybe she has, and encourages you. Is that what's going on? Does the widow have you in her web?"

I realized then that they were talking about me! 

'My god,' I thought. 'What is she saying? That I'm trying to seduce the boy?!' I was so angry, suddenly, that I just wanted to go out there and blast her. But then I heard Toby talking again, and I froze into place, just listening, shocked to my core.

"She doesn't know I even exist, beyond being a 'nice boy' who's willing to help around the ranch. She's always really nice, but nothing else. Don't you dare try to say otherwise, because you're just jealous! You know she's a beautiful, sexy and confident woman, and you're not. And you're afraid you never will be. She's never once looked at me as anything other than a kid, but I'm telling you, if she ever did, even once..."

I was amazed at the passion in his voice, but it struck my heart when I heard the wistfulness there, too. Mindy didn't say anything, but I heard the door slam as she left, so I knew his words upset her a lot. I didn't want Toby to know what I'd heard, so I tiptoed out the back again, and watched Loki and Zeus for a few minutes.

I sensed when Toby came up behind me, and I took a deep breath. Acting as if nothing were different, I smiled at him. "Hey. Was that Mindy leaving?"

He looked at the horses. "Yeah. She, uh, had to go. When did you get back?" 

I could see him blushing. I blushed too, wondering just what the hell he was thinking. He was a child! I was a thirty-year-old widow!

"Um. Just a couple of minutes ago. Listen," I said, talking fast, "if you want, you can take one of the mares out for a good run. I'm going to the house, I've got some stuff to do there. After that, you can go on home, I'll bed them down for the night myself."

His head tilted to the side, he looked at me, his brows furrowed. He started to speak, then seemed to change his mind, and simply walked away. I watched him go, unwillingly noticing for the first time how his jeans hugged his trim butt. I drew in a rather shaky breath, and forced my eyes back to the horses. After a few minutes, he thundered away on Isis, and I noticed that he wasn't using a saddle.

'Idiot boy.' I thought. Thinking about the scene I'd just been an unwilling witness to, I reminded myself, "Not boy, Shawn! Remember that!" 

I trudged slowly back to the house, showered, put fresh clothes on, and puttered for a while. When it was time, I made a peanut butter sandwich for lunch, and continued to avoid going back to the barn. The hours passed slowly.

Dinnertime was my least favourite time of day since losing my husband. I hated cooking lately; there was nothing worse than cooking for one person, knowing you'd be cooking that way for probably a long time to come.

I was just about to put my steak on the grill when I saw Isis trot back, riderless. I quickly turned off the grill, stuffed my feet into my boots, and ran to the paddock. I made sure there was nothing wrong with the mare, and, cursing a little, swung up onto her back. I was worried about Toby, praying he wasn't hurt, and though I wanted to get to him as quickly as possible, I forced myself to keep the mare to a trot, looking for sign, since he could have been anywhere on my spread.

I followed the mare's backtrail to the grotto in the southeastern corner. As I rode up, Toby stood up, shirtless but unharmed. It was obvious that he'd been swimming, as his chest was wet and his jeans weren't fastened. He must have just pulled them on when he'd heard me approach.

"Are you alright? What happened?" I asked.

"Isis must have spooked. I was swimming underwater, and when I came up, she was gone. I'm fine, honest." he replied. 

He pulled on his shirt as he spoke, but left it hanging open. I couldn't help but notice that his chest certainly didn't look like a boy's chest, and I had to consciously keep my eyes from straying down to where his jeans were open.

"I was worried." I mumbled, looking from sky to water, anywhere I could, except him. I wished at that moment that I'd never overheard his conversation with Mindy. 'I would still be comfortable thinking of him as a boy', I thought.

He grinned, and said, "Yeah, you must've been. I've never seen you such a mess!" Then he chuckled. I looked down at myself, and laughed. I was wearing an old white tank top, bright orange yoga pants, my hair in a loose knot, and my work boots. I hadn't planned to do anything that night, so had thrown on my most comfortable clothes. I wish I'd noticed just how threadbare they'd become! Then I realized that I wasn't even wearing underwear! I felt my face heat in a hot blush.

Toby must have realized it too, because the grin melted off his lips as he looked at my top, and his eyes turned hot and intense. Trying not to cover myself, knowing my nipples were responding to that look, I said, "Well hop up, we'll double back together. My dinner's waiting, and I'm hungry."

"Me too." he mumbled. Only I could tell he wasn't talking about being hungry for food. He walked over, put his foot into the stirrup that I hadn't taken time to shorten for myself, and mounted pillion.

'Oh, gawd!' I thought. I felt him put his arms around my waist, and tried unsuccessfully not to shiver. It'd been so long since any man's arms had been around me, and at that moment, Toby stopped being the child I'd known, and became just a man that I'd known and trusted for years.

I took a deep breath, felt his breath catch in his chest, and guided Isis back toward home. I didn't take her above a walk, both because I didn't want to risk her with a double load, and because I very selfishly wanted to make this ride last as long as I could.

Toby's forearms tightened for a moment, the muscles rippling. 'Why didn't I even notice him growing up?' I wondered. And he had! I could feel the wall of muscle against my back; felt them in his thighs cupping my backside. I felt my nipples tighten further, and the telltale moisture between my spread legs.

He broke the silence then, murmuring softly in my ear. "You heard Mindy and I today, didn't you?"

I didn't want to lie to him, but I certainly didn't want to cause him embarrassment by admitting it. Call me a coward, but I tried stalling. "Um. When?"

"It's okay, you know. I didn't know that you were there then, but I'm glad you heard us anyway." He took a deep breath, and opened one hand on my belly, and pulled me tighter against him. His other hand wandered down to my thigh, and rested there.

"Uh, Toby..." I started. 

He cut me off, saying, "Look, Shawn. You've known me since I was a little kid. You were already married, but I never thought of you as older, or old. You were just... you. Even back then, I knew you were beautiful, for a girl. Then, as I got older, I started comparing all the girls I knew to you, and none of them could even come close." I tried to break in, but again he tightened his arm, and I knew he wanted to finish.

"You're always nice to everyone. You were nice to my mom, even, and that's saying something." 

His mom had been a real bitch, and there was no love lost between her and her former family. 

"But ever since Niall died, you've been slipping into this shell. You still smile, but hardly ever with your eyes. My dad says you've been alone too long, and it's not natural. He got 'that look' in his eye, and I just wanted to punch him. My own father!" He took another breath, and I heard him swallow.

"That's when I knew I had to do something...anything, to get your attention. Shawn, I'm not a boy anymore. I'm a man, and I feel for you what a man feels for a woman. I'm sure," and he chuckled uncertainly, "that you can feel what I mean."

And hoo ya, could I! With his hand on my belly, holding me close to him, his erection was pushing against my back with each step the horse took.

"Toby," I said softly. "I don't know what to say. Until today, you were a boy to me. I can see and feel for myself that you've grown up, but I'm still a lot older than you. I don't think I'd feel right, encouraging your feelings."

He was silent for a few minutes, and we could see the stables before he spoke again.

"I won't push you for now. But you want me Shawn, even if you won't admit it. I can tell, by your body's responses. I'm not looking for the June-spoon-moon deal, and neither are you right now. But I think you're ready for sex again –" I tried to cut in, but he kept talking over me. "You are ready, and I think I've got what you need. You don't want a heavy relationship to tie you down, you just need a light, no-ties, hot sex romp. An older man like my dad can't do that for you, Shawn." His voice, soft and earnest, in my ear, breath hot and exciting, caused me to shiver. "Older guys have too many responsibilities," he continued, "and not enough stamina. You need satisfying, and I want to be the one to satisfy you. I've wanted you since my first real hard on."

We came up to the stable door, and he slowly slipped off the mares' back. He left his hand on my thigh, giving it a little squeeze. He leaned in closer to me, and whispered, "And now you want me too. I can smell your arousal. Think about what I've said, Shawn, and I'll see you in the morning."

With that, he walked over to his car, got in, and drove away. I sat on the mare's back, watching until I couldn't see him anymore, and shook my head.

"Well, if that doesn't beat all!" I said aloud. I couldn't get over his words, my feelings, or my utter lack of protest! 'His daddy should take a quirt to me, knock some sense into me for even considering it!' I thought.

I decided to take care of the animals while I was there, then go try to finish my dinner. After staring at the food for a while, I gave up. I poured a glass of wine, put in my favourite CD, and just sat in the dark, remembering. I went to bed around midnight, exhausted, and woke up in the predawn no more refreshed. I'd dreamt about Toby's young body, and the pleasures he could give me, and I was pretty frustrated. Even a cold shower didn't help. Masturbation wasn't something I did often, but that morning, I needed the release.

I leaned back on my bed, and closed my eyes, picturing how it could be with Toby. I massaged my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers. I opened my legs, rubbed my clitoris with my right thumb and middle finger. I moaned deep in my throat when I put my left index finger into my already wet pussy. It felt so good. I put two more fingers in, one at a time, and flicked my clitoris faster. It didn't take nearly long enough, and yet eons too long, and I nearly cried with the force of my orgasm, when it came. I laid there in shock.

I thought, 'If just the thought of sex with him feels this good, what would it actually be like?'

Sighing, I got dressed, then wandered down to the kitchen for my tea. Looking out the window, I noticed Toby's car already parked by the stable. I looked at the clock. He was here almost two hours earlier than normal, and I wondered what was up.

Deciding to forgo my porch time, I walked down to the stable with a cup of tea for each of us. I heard him up in the loft, so I carefully climbed up. I saw him lying on his back in the straw, one arm over his eyes, his breathing fast and harsh.

"Toby? What's going on?" I asked sharply, walking over to him. I noticed then, that he had a tremendous erection.

He looked up at me, and I was struck by the heat of his gaze, and the painful twist of his lips. I looked around him, wondering if he'd fallen - or something.

"I, uh, just came up here for a bag of oats. Umm... nothing's wrong." he mumbled.

"That doesn't explain why you're lying here...." my voice died away. I'd just noticed that from the small window in the loft, you could see into my bedroom. I blushed with mortification. He'd watched me masturbating!

"You didn't!" I said. He sat up quickly, watching me. 

"I certainly didn't mean to." he said. "I just happened to glance toward the house. Then I couldn't look away. I'm not sorry, you were beautiful." He pinned me with his gaze, and though still embarrassed, I wasn't angry.

"What were you thinking about?" he whispered.

I couldn't look away from him. I opened my mouth to let him know it was none of his business, but instead heard myself whisper back. "You."

I watched as the corners of his mouth curled up in a slow, sexy smile. I realized then what I'd admitted, and panicked. I stumbled back to the ladder, climbed down with reckless speed, and ran to the house. I heard Toby call me, but I ignored him. I slammed the door behind me, ran to the front of the house, snatched my keys from the hook by the door and continued out the front door. I gunned the engine of my truck, and left.

I drove aimlessly, torn between guilty excitement and guilty shame. 

'You've known him since he was ten! How could you even consider going to bed with him?' I thought. The devil in me argued, 'He's a man, dammit! A young one, yes, but a very attractive man, who is obviously interested in getting you into bed!'

The thoughts just kept chasing one another in my mind, until I was ready to scream. And to make matters worse, I realized this was the first time I'd ever left the responsibility for my ranch with someone else.

"I acted like a child, myself," I said out loud. "running away instead of handling things like an adult!" Damn. I turned the truck around and headed back home. I'd been gone for a couple of hours by now. When I pulled onto my driveway, I saw Toby's car was still there. So was his father's.

'Double damn. Just what I need!' I pulled up, got out, and walked over to where the two men were standing. Toby's father was a tall, rangy fellow, mid fifties. His hair was steel grey, and his eyes were the same soft blue as his sons'.

"Hey there, Dan. How are you today?" I smiled. He was a decent man, and a good father, and I liked him. I glanced at Toby, noticed the angry set to his mouth. I wondered if my cowardly running had made him angry.

"Good, good, thanks. Just came over to make sure Toby was doing right by you." he replied. He smiled and took my arm, leading me away from his son. I looked back over my shoulder in time to see the bitter look Toby sent his father. I knew then that something else was up.

"He's doing a great job, Dan. I'm so grateful he agreed to help out here."

"Uh huh. Listen, Shawn, I wanted to ask you something. Niall's been gone over two years now, and, well, I'd like it if you'd go to dinner with me. Maybe dancing, maybe a little more. What do you say?" He smiled, as if he were thinking I'd leap to accept his offer like a starving man on a Big Mac.




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I was astounded. 'He has balls', I thought. 'Maybe more, my ass!' I smiled up into Dan's eyes, heard Toby growl in the background. 

"Well, Dan. I thank you, but I've met someone recently." I knew Toby could hear me, and though I was a little frightened by what I was about to commit to, I continued. "He's very nice, and I'm looking forward to getting to know him better. I'm sure you understand." I grinned widely, leaned closer and whispered, "I've been told that I don't need an older man, I need a younger one. I don't know about that, but I figured, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?"

I pulled free of Dan's increasingly tight grip, knowing I'd just royally pissed him off. 

"Listen, Dan. You and Toby are still coming on Monday night for dinner and the game, right?" We watched Monday night football together, alternating houses each week. It had been fun, but now I hoped he said no. I felt uncomfortable at the thought of father and son both wanting me.

"Uh, yeah. We'll be here." he replied, an edge in his voice. "Will your new boyfriend be here?" he sneered quietly. I chose to ignore him, and simply said that I'd see him then on Monday. Then I quickly glanced at Toby, who was staring at me with a smile. I winked at him, then went into the house. I heard Dan's car pull out and drive away. A few seconds later, Toby was at the door.

"Did you mean it?" he demanded. "Because if not, tell me right now!"

I looked at him squarely, and said, "I meant it. I haven't stopped thinking of you since yesterday, and you might be young, but you're still an adult. I don't think your father's going to be happy if he finds out, but I guess he'll just have to live with it."

Toby's lips curled at the corners, and his eyes got all soft and heated. My breath caught in my throat, anticipating his first move. He stepped closer, close enough for our chests to barely touch, rubbed his cheek against mine, as soft as a faerie's whisper. I closed my eyes, felt his warm breath on my mouth as he murmured, "We'll take it slow, Shawn. I know you have a problem with my age, but I don't. I'll make you happy, you'll see."

Then he stepped back, and my eyes fluttered open in time to see him close the door gently behind him. 'Dammit,' I thought. I was pretty ready right then!

The weekend passed quickly, my ranch hand feeling well enough to work. Monday dawned, as it always did. 

I was planning to barbeque some steak for our pre-game dinner, so I drove into town to visit Manny's, my favourite meat shop, taking precious time to ask after Manny's family. Then I zipped into the grocery store for a half a dozen baking potatoes and fresh salad greens. I looked at my watch, saw it was twenty minutes until two. The game started at seven thirty, and dinner was normally served at six o'clock.

I was on my way back home, when I noticed Toby's car coming toward me. He honked and stopped; I pulled up beside him and checked the rearview. It was not a very busy road, but people tended to drive pretty fast on it.

"What's up, Toby?" I asked.

"Not too much. Dad and I had a fight. I was just at your place to let you know he's not coming tonight. He doesn't want to see me for a while, and I wouldn't let him bully me out of coming for the game. So he's gonna sulk by himself." Toby sounded pretty bitter, and I didn't want to pry, but I was afraid I was the cause of the argument.

"Okay, thanks. So you'll still be coming then, around six?" I asked. I tried to ignore the thought that we'd be alone together for hours, and concentrated on his answer.

"Yeah, if you don't mind?" he frowned. "I'm not going to pressure you, Shawn. But I'm also not going to turn down the opportunity to spend some alone time with you, either."

Just as I was about to answer, we noticed a car kicking up a rooster tail behind me. I put my truck in gear and hollered, "Six is great, Toby!" and drove home. All the way there, my heart raced. He didn't want to pressure me, but I was sure going to let him know I was ready! Two years is more than enough celibacy for me, thanks! I had thought I'd have more of a problem with the age difference, but then came to the happy and unfortunate conclusion that I must be a closet pervert, because I conquered that problem awfully fast.

It was 2:30 when I walked in my front door, so I put the food in the fridge, and went down to see the horses. Loki's hoof was better, so I saddled him up for a bit of exercise. I rode to the grotto, remembered when I'd seen Toby standing there, shirtless, and felt myself get warm. I decided it was time to go home and get ready for my company.

I took a hot shower, to wash the horses off my skin, then filled the tub and relaxed for a half-hour in a luxuriant mountain of vanilla-scented bubbles. After I toweled off, I rubbed a generous amount of the matching body lotion into my skin. When I passed over my nipples, they puckered instantly, and I paused to squeeze them. I could feel my centre getting wet, and quickly finished with the cream, not wanting to reach for pleasure alone. I quickly put my long hair into a loose knot on the top of my head.

I decided to be playful, so I put on a thin white tank top, sans bra. I knew my nipples were visible, and faintly, so were my aureoles. That was fine with me. I slipped into a pair of white lace boxer style panties. Over these, I tied on a red floral print sarong. The length of thigh left revealed gave me pause for a moment, but then I shrugged. I was going to 'carpe diem', so I might as well do it with style and audacity!

I slipped my feet into tiny white sandals, and went downstairs to the kitchen. I had just enough time to put the steaks on, put the potatoes in the oven, and set the table.

'Damn,' I thought. 'Damn! I forgot dessert!!' 

I double-checked that I had the normal snacks and drinks, then quickly tossed a chocolate pudding together. 'I'll serve it in a parfait glass with whipped cream.' I knew Toby loved chocolate, so there would be no problem.

The potatoes were almost done, the steaks were just palest pink, and I had just finished putting the salads together when I heard Toby at the door. I smiled as I opened it, and watched his eyes widen as they roamed up and down my body.

"Well, come on in! I was just about to put the salads out. I hope you're hungry!" My eyes sparkled over his reaction, but I tried to act as if nothing were amiss. He followed me into the kitchen, and I felt his eyes on my backside the whole time.

"You look, uh, really... nice. Really nice." He stammered. I usually only wore jeans or sweats on football night, so I knew tonight's outfit had floored him. We sat down to eat, and I could feel his eyes devouring me across the table. I flirted, using my eyes, looking at him from under half-closed lids, and letting my lips curve just a little into a provocative smile.

I found one excuse after another to get up and move around. I wanted him to see me, and all I was offering. I got a couple of beers from the fridge, walked over to give him one, and stopped. "Oh, wait, here's a coaster." I put one hand on his shoulder, and leaned across him, pressing my breast into his neck.

As I sat down, I winked at him, and he burst out laughing. "Okay, Shawn. You win!" The next thing I knew, I felt his sock-covered toes rubbing my calves. I raised an eyebrow, and he grinned. His toes crept ever higher, seeking out my secret warmth. My breathing grew uneven, and I parted my legs a little. He pressed his foot against my mons, rubbing slowly, staring into my eyes all the while. I closed my legs and held his foot against me. We finished dinner like that, then brought our dessert into the living room. I turned the TV on, but left the volume too low to hear, while Toby lit the logs in the fireplace. I turned the lights on their lowest setting, and put a CD in the stereo.

We sat side by side on the sofa, and ate the chocolate parfaits. I could feel Toby watching my mouth, so I sensually licked at the pudding, using my tongue to lap it off the spoon. He groaned low in his throat, and leaned forward to lick my bottom lip. We nibbled at each other's mouths, not really kissing, then he pulled back and looked into my eyes.

"Are you sure, Shawn? Just tell me no, and we'll only watch the game." He sounded so earnest and sincere, I just smiled.

"The light's green, honey. I want you, tonight." I replied. He blew a deep breath, and we laughed. Then he leaned forward again and kissed me. He was a great kisser! 'My goodness,' I thought. 'Who taught him this?'

Whoever it was, I was grateful, since I was enjoying the hell out of his talent! He leaned into me, laying me back on the couch, kissing me slow and deep, all the while. My arms came up around his neck, and I speared my fingers through his hair.

He seemed in no hurry to do anything other than kiss me, and it had been so long since I'd had that pleasure. We must have spent close to a half-hour just necking. I was incredibly aroused by the time he nibbled his way down my throat and to my ear. He leaned up, and watched my face as he put his hands on my breasts.

He simply palmed them, rubbing lightly across my straining nipples. I let him see how much I liked that, encouraging him to do more. He bent his head and laved first one nipple and then the other with his tongue. This rendered my tank transparent there. I could tell he liked that when he took my breasts in both hands and squeezed them together, pinching my nipples and nipping at them with his teeth.

He knew I liked that, too. I moaned, and arched my back, shoving my breasts harder against his face. He pulled me up, and took my top off for me. Then I heard him moan, "God, Shawn, you've got the best tits I've ever seen!"

With that, he dove back down and sucked and licked my breasts until I was ready to scream. I writhed under him, so hot I could have spontaneously combusted. Yet I was content to let Toby lead.

He slowly sat up, and stood me up in front of him. "Would you take off the rest of your clothes for me, Shawn?" he asked. I backed up a step, smiled, and flipped off my sandals. Then I raised my hands to my hair, knowing my breasts raised up too. I slowly let my hair tumble down my back, and ran my hands down my throat and across my chest, pausing to play with my nipples for a moment.

With a sensual twist of my hips, I untied my sarong and let it fall. Then I ran my hands over my panties, letting Toby have time to appreciate the sight of them before I slowly took those off too. I stood there, proud in my naked state, knowing that I have a great body, and that Toby was practically drooling now.

I put one foot beside him on the couch, giving him an unrestricted view of my most private areas. His voice hoarse, he whispered, "I've never had sex with a girl who shaved… there… before."

"Do you like it?" I whispered back, already knowing the answer. I smiled as he just nodded, and suggested to him, "Why not see how it feels?"

He looked up at me, then back down, and reached one finger out to stroke my bare mons. My breath hitched in my throat, and he said with a smile, "You're already wet, Shawn. You've drenched my finger, and it's not even inside you yet!"

I put my foot back down, and pulled him up next to me. "Your turn." I said. I took his shirt off of him, running my hands lightly over his chest. Leaning forward, I let my nipples brush against his front, delighting in his crisp chest hairs, and we both drew in sharp breaths.

Smiling, I turned him around. Stepping close so my breasts crushed against his back, I reached around his waist and undid his pants. I shimmied them down his hips, and made him step out of them. Then I ran my hands from his shoulders to his thighs, still from behind him.

I started placing soft kisses on his back, and running my tongue down his spine. I could feel him shiver with pleasure. I slowly drew my hands to his erection, and let my fingers lightly play with it.

"God, Shawn, that feels so good, but if you don't stop, I'll come before we've even started." He turned around and kissed me deeply. I felt his turgid length jump against my belly, and knew he was telling the truth. He was very close to orgasm already. But then, so was I!

I took a chance, and slid to my knees in front of him. He protested, but I said, "Toby, you're so close already. If you come now, we can take our time to build you up again. You're so young, it won't take too long!" I grinned as I took his erection in my hands again. I could tell he was holding his breath, waiting and watching as my mouth slowly came toward him.

I looked up to watch his face as I kept my tongue soft and licked the head of his penis. I saw his eyes glaze with lust, and felt him get even harder. I teased his length with my lips and tongue, wetting his cock, teasing the little slit at the tip, then suddenly engulfed him with my mouth. He groaned and grabbed my head, his hips twitching. I kept up a hard suction as my lips dragged from the base to just behind the head, letting my tongue twirl around it before gobbling him back into my mouth.

His balls tightened in my hand, and he watched as my head bobbed up and down his length. I lightly dragged my teeth along to just behind the crown of his cock, and at the same time, I tickled my fingers against his anus. He threw back his head, let out a shout, and I tasted the first shot of his semen blast into my mouth. I shoved my nose into his pubic hair and swallowed for all I was worth. His orgasm was intense, and the thick, salty ropes of jism slid easily past my tonsils.

When his balls were drained, and his penis started softening, I lightly licked him clean. I softly blew on him, causing him to gasp, and I giggled. I leaned over to snag my beer, quaffed half the liquid, and stood up to kiss him.

"Your turn!" he growled. He grabbed my waist and laid me on the floor by the fire. Then he licked me from lips to toes, and back up to the vee between my legs. He placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss there, then in a sudden and rather unexpected move, flipped me onto my tummy. He was driving me crazy with soft kisses down my spine, light squeezes to my ass. He made me spread my legs wide, and stick my ass into the air with my knees supporting me.

I thought he was going to fuck me that way, but instead, I felt his mouth again, kissing my hot, wet, open lips. He speared his tongue into me from behind, and pinched my clit at the same time. I moaned, and then whimpered; Toby had no mercy - he sucked and licked my pussy, alternating shoving his tongue and his fingers into me. I rocked back against his face, climbing ever closer to my peak.

Then, he actually bit me, there on my clit! It was enough to push me over the edge, and I stiffened, my spasming pussy plastered to his open mouth, his lips and tongue lapping my juices as they squirted from my body.

When I caught my breath, I lay flat again, rolled over onto my back, and smiled. "Where did you learn how to do that so well?" I purred.

"Dad has a lot of pornos, and I watch them a lot. I think he knows, but he's never said anything. Plus," he added, "I have had girlfriends, you know. And some wouldn't go all the way, but they sure liked when I went down on them!" He shrugged. "But they sure didn't return the favour the way you did, Shawn!"

I noticed that talking about sex had set his penis to twitching again, so I asked him about some of his fantasies. He had the normal guy ones, like ménage a trois, but then he surprised me when he admitted he liked public sex! I had always flirted with discovery fantasies myself, but my husband hadn't been quite that adventurous. I told Toby this, and we spent some time speculating where we could try it.

His penis was erect again, but other than rubbing against each other, we didn't do more than talk. 

"That day at the grotto," he said. "You'll never know how close I came to throwing you on the ground and slamming myself into you! And watching you pleasure yourself was the most erotic moment of my entire life. I'll never forget the way you looked, Shawn!"

He was drawing little shapes on my belly with his index finger, and once in a while, he would dip into my navel. It was beginning to drive me to distraction. I had been celibate for two years, and suddenly I didn't want to wait one more moment. I rolled onto my elbow, leaning over him, and kissed him softly. Then I mounted him, making sure his penis was lying flat against his tummy, the head jutting up to his bellybutton.

His eyes were wide as I placed his hands flat on top of my thighs, his gaze wandering from my whisker-rubbed nipples to my wet cock-hugging, hairless pussy lips. He started to move his hands to my breasts, but I shook my head, placing his hands firmly back into place. 

I could tell he didn't quite understand what I wanted, but when I cupped my own tits and pulled at my nipples, he finally got a clue. He relaxed under me, never taking his eyes from me. 

I pushed my breasts together and licked the crease between them, feeling his cock twitch beneath me. It caused a flutter in my womb, a small rush of wet pleasure and I rocked my hips slightly, sliding easily up his length. My clever fingers continued to manipulate my tits, and I alternated between torturing my nipples and laving them with my tongue.

When I couldn't stand it another second, I slipped my right hand down my belly, all the way to my neediest part. I parted my fingers and speared them down, cupping my pussy and stroking Toby's cock at the same time. He groaned softly in the back of his throat, the rough sound adding to my enjoyment.

I sat on his groin and masturbated us both simultaneously, our breathing coming in short hot panting bursts. Our voices mingled incoherently yet musically, punctuated by moans of sublime pleasure. Toby's hands kept making abortive forays, coming back to rest on my thighs time and again.

I was on fire. Toby's eyes were locked on my pussy riding his cock, both being stroked by my fingers. Our skin grew moist and we were both getting close to orgasm.

"Your hair is moving all over my balls, Shawn, driving me crazy. I need to be inside you!" He squeezed my thighs, and just like that, I climaxed. My head dropped back, my eyes closed, and I let out a breathy scream. His name.

Suddenly, he hooked his forearms under my knees, and I found myself on my back with him shoving his cock deep into me. My legs were draped over his shoulders, and he was thrusting forcefully, our bodies slamming together.

My swollen, twice-pleasured clit couldn't withstand this abuse for long, and I came violently, bucking my hips up against his downward thrust, causing his cock to reach even deeper inside me. 

He panted my name, tensed his whole body, and drove into me even as my pussy filled with his hot seed.

Exhausted and replete, we collapsed against each other, trying to regain control of our breathing. I could feel the wetness between my legs, and couldn't believe I'd just had unprotected sex. But I felt so damn good, I couldn't bring myself to care. I just wanted more.

We kissed, there on the floor in front of the game we never watched. We dozed, and woke to make love again.

Toby brought me up to my bed, tucked me up under the coverlet and kissed me softly. I looked at the clock, amazed to see it was after two in the morning.

"I will see you tomorrow, Shawn," he said. 

I nodded, and just as he was walking through the door, I called his name.

"Toby!" 

He looked over his shoulder as he paused, and studied my cheshire-cat smile. 

"You were right. You are just what I need: a man who's young enough to fuck me til I scream, then fuck me twice more!"

He laughed and assured me that I hadn't seen anything yet.

I couldn't wait to see some more! 



Toby Jones



I picked her up and put her on the table. Her robe came open and I could see her tits. I reached up and squeezed them and began to rub her nipples.

"No! No! Please Toby, you can't do this. Steve is your friend and my husband. Please don't do this."

Her mouth was saying no, but her body was saying yes. I saw the wetness forming on her white panties. I stood between her spread legs and began rubbing her pussy with two fingers.

****

This incident took place over a year ago. I'll tell you a little about my life. My name is Toby Jones. I was the youngest of four kids, all of us born in Detroit. We considered ourselves black Americans, not African Americans since my grandparents, parents and siblings were all born in America. My parents wanted us to have a better opportunity in life so we moved to a mid-size city in central Ohio while I was still in grade school. We lived in a mixed racial neighborhood but everyone kept up their properties.

My parents ran a small grocery store in an industrial area of the city. Most of our business came from the workers coming and going from the nearby factory. We sold a lot of beer, wine and cigarettes along with a lot of grocery items. When the VCR tapes came out we added a section to rent and buy movies. A few years later we switched to DVDs.

Most everyone in our family worked at the store at one time or another. My sisters worked there until they got married and left the nest. My older brother and I eventually bought the store from my parents but I'll get to that later.

In high school I was good in sports. Football was my favorite sport to play. It made me popular with the girls as well as having a lot of friends, both black and white. I was good but I didn't have any desire to go to college. I knew my future would be to help run the store and I was happy with that; besides I really didn't like studying.

I did go to the gym regularly to keep up my physique. I liked looking good. I dated girls of all races in school. I kind of preferred the white girls because there was still a taboo factor there. Even my parents were against it but they never pushed the issue.

After graduation I worked at the store but I wasn't making much. I wanted a sports car and to get out on my own but just wasn't making enough money. I applied for a job at the local General Electric plant and got hired working on the presses. I was paid a good wage and had benefits. Even my parents were proud of me.

I still helped at the store after I got off work. I made deliveries and helped out any way I could. Life for me was good but also busy. I bought my new car but wanted to move out of my parents' house. There was an apartment above the store and our most recent renter was moving out. I convinced my parents to let me rent the apartment.

They said yes and it worked out perfect for me. I could walk to work if I chose to; it was only three blocks away. Needless to say I usually drove. Back to my sex life; it was alive and well. A lot of my deliveries for the grocery store were to bored or lonely women. They would come-on to me and I usually flirted back the first couple of times. After that I went for the sex.

I learned from high school that a lot of the white girls wanted to know if the rumors about black guys are true. I got a lot of white pussy proving it to them. To be honest I knew a lot of black guys with long cocks, seeing other guys naked in the locker room. I also saw quite a few that were rather small.

The same went for the white guys. One thing I have to admit is that cock watching in the shower room showed me flaccid cocks, not hard ones. That could make a big difference. As for me, I was a little longer than the norm but definitely had a fatter cock. I'm not bragging but I am proud of my dick. I've been with a lot of women of different races and they've told me I was big. Just seeing a long black cock seems to make a lot of women's adrenalin flow.

When I dated women I preferred the white ones. I knew a fuck was coming before the night was over. I hope this doesn't piss anyone off but if a woman has a tattoo on her lower back I knew I would be fucking her, just saying. I never got serious or fell in love with any of them. I believe the problem was I fucked so many married women both black and white that I don't think I could trust a woman enough to be faithful to me. Besides, I liked getting fresh pussy all the time.

As time went by I was leading what I called the good life. I worked during the day and made good money. At night I helped out at the store and at least three times a week found a good fuck.

One thing here I want to mention. I didn't just dip my wick in a woman. Even though I never loved any of them, I made love to their bodies. I never kissed married women on the lips, that was their husbands' job. However, I did suck on a lot of nipples, kiss a lot of bellies, finger and tongue fuck a lot of pussies till they had an orgasm. Needless to say I ended up sticking my hard black cock most anywhere I wanted.

Over the years a few women told their husbands and they wanted to watch. The first couple of times it was weird but I got used to it. I did my best not to treat the husbands like cuckolds but I can't say all the wives treated them that good; some did some didn't.

I've had a few altercations but I did my best to explain to the husbands that it was always the wife who initiated the sex, not me. I never had any problems I couldn't handle, thanks to keeping in shape, but I did stay away from those particular wives after that. Too much free pussy out there to fight over one.

I had now been working at General Electric for ten years. My parents pretty much turned the store over to my brother Jerome and I. They had saved up some money and wanted to travel. We signed an agreement to buy the business from them. We were to give them two thousand dollars a month till our loan was paid off.

Since Jerome worked there full time and me, part time, Jerome had a sixty percent share and I had forty. The two thousand a month for our parents came off the top. We hired a few part time employees to give Jerome more help, and a break now and then.

We opened at one in the afternoon and stayed open till midnight because we wanted to catch the factory people getting off the late shift. Jerome worked till seven and I finished the night shift till closing. It worked well for us. It was fairly easy work and with the part-time employees we could take a few hours off if needed.

Jerome was married and had a wife and two kids to support. Once his kids started school, Shana, his wife would come in and help him. She was a good looking black woman and she kept Jerome on a rather short leash. They were both happy and I guess that's what counts.

Shana wasn't overly happy when we brought in adult movies. I mean they were pretty raw. We opened up a special room with cameras to oversee the customers who went in that room. It was only for adult movies to purchase or rent and not for sexual acts. Jerome and I had thrown a few people out for trying to have sex or other sexual acts while in that room.

We made as much or more money selling and renting adult movies than we did selling groceries and beverages. Shana was our bookkeeper and when faced with the profit margin selling and renting the DVD's, she agreed it was well worth the aggravation.

****

I want to tell you about my friend Sherry. As I mentioned our store was in an industrial area. Next door to us was an old stripper lounge. It was a bar and sandwich restaurant during the day but in the evening they had meals and a few strippers. The food was always homemade and a lot of people came there to relax and have dinner after work. They did a good business and bought a lot of groceries and booze off of us when they ran low. We also had a lot of the same clientele seeing they would stop in before or after visiting the bar.

I ate a lot of my meals there. It beat going upstairs and cooking for myself. It's also where I became close friends with Sherry. She was Shana's youngest sister and of course became my sister when Jerome married Shana years ago. In the beginning I didn't know Sherry all that well since there was a few years difference in our age.

We became good friends and talked often after she started working at the club. The funny thing is we never had sex; well, not until she moved in with me. I guess this needs a little explaining.

Sherry had this thing for white guys. She told me they were the big tippers and she even dated a couple. One evening after she had been there for about a year she told me she was pregnant. At the time she was twenty-three but still lived with her parents. When she told them that the father of the baby was a white married man her father began yelling at her telling her she shouldn't have taken the job as a stripper and shouldn't be dating married men, especially white men.

After the argument with her parents she said she was going to move out on her own. The sperm donor was a salesman from Pennsylvania and stopped in the lounge when he was in town. I told Sherry to let me know the next time he was in the bar and I would have a talk with him. She told me she didn't love the guy and really didn't want anything to do with him.

I mentioned the situation to my brother Jerome and he just shook his head. Shana and Jerome remembered when Sherry was the homecoming queen and went to college and earned a degree in Business Management. They had told her if she ever wanted a job, they would consider hiring her as their bookkeeper.

However she looked like a model and loved dancing. They were aggravated with her for taking the job as a stripper. She told them the money was really good and she was going to just do it for a couple of years and build a nest egg. We all figured it was one of those situations where she was going to do what she wanted and we kept the lines of communications open.

She called one evening and said the sperm donor was in the lounge. Jerome and I went to talk to him. At first he tried to deny it. We told him we were going to have a DNA test done and if he was the father he would be paying support for the next eighteen years. We also let him know we would be informing his employer and his present wife.

Needless to say he was ready to shit himself. He offered to pay for an abortion. We negotiated for Sherry and she received ten thousands dollars to have an abortion and some living expense since she couldn't work as a stripper. After she received the money she thanked us and asked if the job offer as a bookkeeper was still open?

"Toby, is there any chance I could work for you? I promise to work whenever you want me too and I would know a lot of the customers." She was really serious and I really wanted to help her.

Another problem was she wasn't going to have an abortion. She didn't care about color or what other people thought. I remember her saying it wasn't the baby's fault and it didn't deserve to die because of her mistake. She was going to carry it full term and give it up for adoption. "He deserves a chance at life," she would often say.

I talked with my brother Jerome and his wife Shana and told them about Sherry's asking for a job. They did talk with her about giving her a job at the store; after all she was family. Since she had a degree in business it would take a large burden off of Shana who was responsible for all the bookwork.

They decided to hire her. She worked at the club for another week and gave her notice. She told her bosses about the pregnancy and they wished her the best.

Her dad was mad that she was carrying the baby. Her mother felt sorry for her and said she would help her as much as possible. Her parents argued daily about the pregnancy of their daughter and that's when Sherry decided to move out.

As I mention I lived in an apartment above the store. There were really two apartments upstairs but other than the emergency exit you had to enter the apartments through the store. We just used the extra room for storage. It was actually furnished and just needed some cleaning up. Since Sherry was going to be an employee Shana offered it to her but she asked me if I would have a problem with it though she laughed when she asked me.

Sherry worked mostly during the day with Jerome and Shana. We never let the women work alone in the store. We did have a handgun under the counter should we run into any real problems. We always told our employees that if we were getting robbed, "Just hand over the money. Don't try and be a hero." Luckily for us we had enough traffic in our store that we were never bothered.

As Sherry got larger her back started hurting her. She started asking me for back rubs. After work she would be lying on her bed complaining of a sore back. I would walk in and press on the areas of her back that were hurting. I do have to say other than the pregnancy she had one nice body.

One evening I was on the horny side. I did my best to not get sexual with Sherry knowing it could cause some major problems. This particular night Sherry happened to be horny also. She said it has been months since she had sex. "One time Toby. I know you like me and I could really use it."

After a few seconds she said, "If you don't I might have to go and find someone to help me out." To be honest I didn't know if she was kidding or not. She joked a lot and I never knew when she was serious.

"Sherry, I'm afraid it might open a can of worms. You're my sister and I care for you but we might end up with more than we bargained for."

"Are you going to have sex with me or not? Am I that horrible to look at with this big belly?"

"No, not at all. In fact I find you beautiful and that bothers me. You know I'm into white women." I had to smile after I said that.

Sherry slipped off her top and undid her bra then slipped off her shorts and lay on the bed on her stomach. "Rub my back please," she asked.

I guess every thing I said to her went in one ear and out the other. I began rubbing her back. She had a jar of baby oil on the nightstand and I rubbed it on her back. She was a beautiful light shade of brown, like a woman with a nice tan. Her skin was smooth and when I got near her butt she raised up her hips. "Pull my panties down and rub my butt," she said.

I just did like I was asked and slipped off her panties. I began rubbing her thighs and found myself drawn to her ass. I began rubbing oil on her butt and she spread her legs. I slipped my had down between her thighs and began rubbing her pussy. I couldn't help myself. A guy can only take so much. It wasn't long before I felt the moisture of her wet pussy and slipped two fingers into her. My cock was hard inside my jeans.

She raised her hips and said, "Toby, fuck me. I really do need it."

I dropped my jeans and briefs and came up behind her and pushed my cock slowly into her passage. I heard a deep moan and she said, "Damn that feels good."

It wasn't long before I was ready to come. She pushed back hard and I held tight onto her hips and shot a load deep into her. I could hear her moaning and then thanking me. I pulled out and told her, "This can't happen very often. We can't go down that road. You like white guys and I like white women. Besides, we're like family." This really did bother me.

I headed back to my room. I was up early and left for work. When I arrived at the store after work Sherry acted like nothing had happened. I was happy about that but yet a bit sad.

We ended up being together about once a month till she had her little girl. We never talked about it. She would ask me to her room, get naked and lay on her stomach. I had yet to fuck her in the missionary position. I didn't make love to her like I did other woman, this was just sex to give Sherry relief.

We never talked about it and I had no idea whether Jerome and Shana were aware of it. One day I was at work and Shana called me to let me know Sherry was taken to the hospital. I left work and met Shana and Sherry there. Jerome had to run the store. Her daughter was born; she was one beautiful baby. We all knew that Sherry wasn't about to give her daughter up.

Her parents were at the hospital and her mother cried. Her dad had somewhat forgiven her but wasn't overly happy with her keeping the child. She was in the hospital for a couple of days. When she arrived home we had a crib and a lot of the needed items ready for her.

I wasn't at home a lot but when I was I spent time with Sherry and her baby. I couldn't actually believe I changed the little girl's diapers. I was her uncle after all. I guess in my own way I fell in love with the little tyke.

Sherry brought her baby down to the store so she didn't need a baby sitter. Some days her mom would come by and take care of her granddaughter. She said she didn't like her being in the store, too many germs. She would often take her to her house for a few hours. It wasn't long before her husband admitted he liked the little girl.

My life was somewhat back to normal. At work one of my friends asked me about having sex with white women. I let him know I preferred them. He asked me if I have ever been with married white women and I laughed.

"Steve, most of the white woman I have sex with are married, divorced or separated. It's the same old reason; some white women have this fantasy about black men. I'm there to fill their fantasy. They like me because it's all about sex and they know I don't fuck and tell."

Steve is a big guy. He's like six foot four and weighs around 240 pounds. I've met his wife and she's not that big and a little on the thin side. She was a good looking woman and I often thought about approaching her but seeing she was a wife of a friend I never approached her.

"Why all the questions Steve? Have you ever been with a black women?"

He hesitated and told me that he hadn't but often wondered if it was different. He had been married to his wife Linda for over ten years. They had two young daughters in elementary school.

Steve looked at me seriously and asked, "Can you fix me up with a black woman? I don't want a prostitute but someone pretty that just likes sex."

"What brought this on Steve? We kidded about sex a lot but this is going a lot further."

"I took the sex tapes home that you loaned me and I got turned on by the interracial sex. It even surprised my wife and we had the best sex ever. Now I wonder what it would be like to swap wives with a black couple. I know you're not married but I figure you know a lot of black women. Toby, you need to know this was hard for me to ask you this. I don't want anyone else to know."

"What about your wife? Is she interested in swapping and being with a black man?"

"I don't know. I thought we could move into it gradually and see how receptive she is. I don't think she's been with another man since we've been married."

"I'll tell you what. Let me talk to her alone and I'll see what I can figure out. If she seems receptive then we can work something out," I told Steve.

"How are you going to do that? She isn't just going to let you into the house to talk about sex. I know she knows you but I don't think your plan will work."

"Trust me Steve. I'll give you some interracial DVD's to take home to watch with Linda. Have some wine or something while you watch them together. I'll stop by one evening when you're not home and pick up the disks."

The next day I gave him four disks of interracial sex. They were mostly black men with married white women. My goal was to get in Linda's panties. I'd work on Steve's plan later. Funny thing is I had Steve on my side.

The following week Steve told me he would be working the afternoon shift on Saturday and it would be a good time to pick up the tapes. The next day he told me his daughters would be spending the night at a neighbor's house. A few girls were having a sleepover.




Toby Jones



I took that evening off at the store and had a replacement for the night. I did tell him I would be back in time to close up. Around nine o'clock, when it was getting dark out, I arrived at Linda's house. As planned, she didn't know I was coming. It looked a bit dark in the house. I didn't think she would be in bed already.

I rang the doorbell and saw movement in the hallway. I was looking through the window in the door. I rang the doorbell again and Linda came to the side door that entered into the kitchen. She was surprised to see me; she had on a wrap around robe which she was holding shut. It was a plush robe with a cloth belt. It went down to her knees. I had no idea what else she had on underneath.

"Toby! Steve isn't home, he worked second shift tonight."

"I'm sorry for coming by so late. I came by to pick up the movies I lent Steve. He stopped by the store and said he forgot them. He did mention that I could stop by and get them."

"Oh, umm, ok let me go get them." I stepped into the kitchen and closed the door. She brought back three disks and I asked her where the fourth one was. "Oh, I think it's in the player. I'll go get it."

I knew she had been in there watching it. She looked a little embarrassed when she handed them to me. "What did you think of them?" I asked.

"I didn't watch them, Steve did." I knew she was lying.

"Steve told me you watched them together. Is that not true? You know what I think? I think you were watching one when I came here; were you?

She looked embarrassed but said she was. I asked her if it was a turn on and if she had ever been with a black man.

"Toby, that's pretty personal. I think you better leave before Steve gets home." That's when I picked her up and set her on the table.

Her robe came open and I could see her tits. I reached up and squeezed them and began to rub her nipples.

"No! No! Please Toby, you can't do this. Steve is your friend and my husband. Please don't do this."

Her mouth was saying no, but her body was saying yes. I saw the wetness forming on her white panties. I stood between her spread legs and began rubbing her pussy. "No Toby, we can't do this." I reached down and ripped off her wet panties. I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my very hard black cock.

Linda just stared down at it.

"Do you want it? Just say 'No' and I'll put it away. We both know how bad you want it. Say 'Yes' and I'll give it to you, right here, right now. No one will ever have to know. I won't force you."

"What about Steve? If he finds out I don't know what he'll do," she replied.

"He won't find out from me; only if you tell him. So what's it going to be? Yes or no?"

"Yes!" she said very softly. I asked her again and she said it louder, "Yes, I want it."

I aligned my cock to her opening and kept rubbing it up and down over her pussy. I could feel her shaking with anticipation of what was coming. I believe she could have come just from the rubbing on her clit, she was shaking that much.

She held on to my upper arms as I slowly pushed into her. She was looking down watching my big black cock slowly disappearing into her. I was buried deep in her when she just climaxed. It had to be all the thinking of what was coming because I hadn't done anything special.

I sped up, put my hands under her white ass and pulled her tight against me. I came hard in her pussy. She was still shaking as I shot my seed in her. I held her till her breathing went back to normal. As I pulled out of her she grabbed some sheets of paper towels and put them between her legs. She handed me a sheet and I wiped off my cock and put it back in my briefs but didn't zip up my jeans.

"We shouldn't have done that," said Linda.

"It was just a fuck, no big deal. Wait till next time and I'll make love to your pussy."

"Who said there will be a next time? Regardless of what you think, I'm not a slut or whore. It was a mistake and I won't make it again."

"Linda, how many men have you been with since you married Steve?"

"None, besides it's none of your business." She was still sitting on the table and her tits were uncovered. I reached up an squeezed them and rubbed her nipples.

"What are you doing? Don't!" she said as she put her hands on top of mine.

I kept rubbing her nipples. "Why are you doing this?" she asked.

"Because I'm hard again and I want to fuck you. I know you want it too. It was so quick the first time. Quit fighting it."

As she stared at me I lifted her off the table. I sat down in a chair and pulled her toward me. I reached down and pulled the paper towel off her pussy. "Come sit on my lap, you know you want to."

"It's so wrong. If Steve finds out he'll kill me."

"I don't think so. Come sit on my cock and we'll talk about it."

She came forward, spread her legs and I aligned by cock to her pussy as she slowly lowered herself down. "Oh God, I shouldn't be doing this!"

"So, tell me again; how many men have you been with since you've been married?

She was riding my cock as she answered. "Just one, it was a guy at work. It happened when I got mad at Steve. It was three years ago. Whenever we had sex, Steve would always mention me having another man and him another woman. He would always apologize the next day for his fantasy but it made me mad that he wanted to be with another woman. One night after work a few of us went out to celebrate Rich's birthday. Oh God, your filling me up so much." She was having small orgasms while she was talking.

"Go on, tell me about Rich."

"I don't know why I'm telling you this," she said as she rode my cock. "I don't normally drink much but I did that day. Steve was on the second shift. He knew I was going out with friends. He even told me I could be bad if I wanted too. It kind of pissed me off. I figured he probably already fucked another woman. Rich and I were the last two to leave the lounge and he said he'd drive me home. When we got in his car he put his hand between my legs. I couldn't believe he was so forward. I was both shocked but at the same time mad at Steve. Oh! I feel you inside me. Are you going to come in me again?"

"So, tell me more about Rich. Did you fuck him right there in the parking lot?"

She was riding my cock and telling me everything how Rich finger fucked her. He had his hands in her panties and finger fucked her right there on the front seat. He wanted to fuck her but she said no that she wouldn't have sex with him. She said she was a little drunk and confused. Rich took advantage of the situation and asked her for at least blowjob. He pulled out his cock and pulled her head down to his lap.

She was surprised his cock was as small as it was. She said Steve was much bigger but not as big as me. After the blowjob she got out of the car and drove herself home. She couldn't believe she had given a man other than her husband a blowjob, but at the same time she thought she was getting even with Steve for cheating on her.

She began to come hard as I held her down on my cock. I shot another load into her pussy. I felt her spasm after spasm, she looked at me and said, "Please don't tell Steve. Promise me you won't tell him." My black cock was still buried in her as she talked.

"Finish telling me about Rich and I promise you I won't say anything to Steve."

"I told you everything. I've never had sex with anyone but Steve since we've been married. That's up to now. I can't believe I let you fuck me, twice no less."

"Would you like to do it again sometime? I'll give you the whole black experience."

"No, I can't do that to my husband. If he has cheated on me, this makes us even."

"Linda, I talk to Steve all the time. He hasn't cheated on you."

"Oh my God! I was sure he did, that's why I went through with this."

"Bullshit, you fucked me because you wanted to feel a black cock in you. Stop making excuses. My cock is still in you and you like it there. I do believe Steve wants to swap one time with another couple. He has hinted as much to me."

"Are you sure he never cheated on me?"

"I'm pretty positive. He's going through that stage where he wonders what it would be like to see you having sex with another man, but he loves you and is afraid he will lose you." I didn't tell her he wanted to fuck a black woman. I figured one thing at a time.

"Would you mind going on a double date. You and Steve, me and a friend, if it all works out we'll have a swap."

"Oh God, it's so much at once. You won't tell Steve about tonight will you?"

"No, he doesn't need to know but I would like to fuck you one more time with Steve's approval. Steve and I talked about going to a Halloween party in Cleveland. A number of employees at work are going. I'll bring a willing date and we will all see what happens after that. If you don't want to take that chance than just tell Steve you don't want to go. It's all up to you."

I squeezed her ass one more time and handed her some more paper towel. We could hear a pop when I pulled my cock out of her. I promised her I wouldn't say anything to Steve except about going to the party. I could tell the whole episode bothered her and wasn't sure if she would agree to go out on a double date or not.

I saw Steve the following week and he asked me how it went with Linda. He said she was sleeping when he got home and the next morning he asked her if I stopped by to pick up the disks. She mention I asked her if she and Steve would like to double date at the Halloween party in Cleveland.

"I did ask her and told her to talk to you about it and see if you would be interested. We can get a couple of rooms at the hotel and all go to the party. So do you think she might be interested in going?"

"You didn't say anything about sex or swapping did you? I keep taking home DVDs and it seems she might be warming up to trying it once. She really hasn't said much about it but she doesn't get as mad at me as often. Of course there's the race question. Her dad would disown her if he found out she had sex with a black man. He doesn't like Mexicans, Arabs or any dark skin people. As for Linda she asked me if black men were really any bigger. I told her they were in the porno world but I didn't know about the real world."

"Let me know if she's interested. I'll get a date and purchase the tickets as well as a hotel room if she wants to go."

"You are going to get a black woman, a good looking one aren't you?"

I laughed and told him the woman I had in mind was beautiful and liked white men. I couldn't believe the smile that came across his face. He got back to me a few days later and said his wife agreed to go to the party. I told him to make sure she wore a sexy costume for the party.

****

I talked with Sherry and asked her if she would like to go to a Halloween party. She smiled and asked me if I was asking her out on a date.

"Sort of, A white friend of mine was wondering what it would be like to be with a black woman," I replied.

Sherry's smile disappeared. "Oh, I get it! You want to fuck his white wife and want to use my black ass as bait. Sometimes I really hate you," said Sherry.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you; it wasn't right. It's just that I know you like big white guys and when he asked me about a beautiful black woman you're the first person I thought of. I'll tell him to forget it or find someone else."

"I didn't say no, I said that at times I really hate you. I haven't been to a party since Asia was born. I'll do it. I'll go fuck this big white guy for you so you can fuck his wife. Happy now?"

****

Sherry talked to me but always seemed mad after our talk. She told me she was going to dress like a streetwalker since I was making her one. I countered with I would dress like a pimp. It did make us both laugh but that is how we dressed for the party.

We picked up Steve and Linda and headed for Cleveland. The two women sat in the back and I drove. Steve couldn't stop smiling after he saw Sherry. I wasn't sure I had done the right thing.

Steve and Linda both knew they were going to get fucked but didn't communicate it to each other. I figured I would have to be the one to get things started. We checked in to our rooms which were side by side with a connecting door.

The girls got dressed in one room and Steve and I in the other. Linda and Sherry seemed to get along fine. It somewhat surprised me. I didn't know what to expect.

I put on my pimp suit and Steve told me I looked like a real pimp. He and Linda decided to dress like Jack and Jill. He had on bib overalls and a straw hat. Linda wore a very short plaid skirt and a white blouse. Her hair was in pigtails. She looked cute enough to fuck. Did I just say that? Well it was true.

When I saw Sherry I was almost stunned. She did look like a streetwalker and sexy as hell. She had the whole garter belt and nylons on. Steve's mouth was watering when he looked at her. She looked that good.

The party was underway when we went downstairs. I told the girls to drink up since we didn't have to drive home. The drinks flowed and we danced. First, I danced with Sherry. Damn, we were good together. Later Sherry asked Steve to dance. It was two slow songs in a row. I was a bit jealous, I couldn't believe I was, I asked Linda to dance and she agreed. I held her close and even squeezed her ass when Steve wasn't looking.

When we sat down Steve sat next to Sherry. Things were getting underway. I watched Sherry put her hand on Steve's leg. She was looking at me when she did it. I wasn't sure how I felt about it.

Other people from work stopped by our table to say hello. They asked Sherry and Linda to dance but they both refused. Sherry told them they would have to ask her pimp, which was me, and I said "No." Sherry laughed.

After a few hours of partying the girls were pretty high but not totally drunk. I put my hand on Linda's leg and Steve watched me. I slid my hand up to her panties and touched her muff. She looked over at Steve and said, "If this is what you want, let's go up to our room."

I walked with Linda and Steve with Sherry. When we got to their room Linda sat on the bed. Steve sat in a chair with Sherry on his lap. He was already finger fucking her. It made me a bit jealous so I pulled off Linda's panties and buried my face in her trimmed muff. I began tongue fucking her and everyone could hear her.

After her first orgasm she stood up and removed her costume and I removed mine. Steve and Sherry went through the connecting door into our room. I knew Steve's wish was coming true and he was fucking Sherry. I have to admit it bothered me.

Linda lay in the middle of the bed and a took my hard black cock and slowly rubbed it up and down her pussy crack. She kept moaning and finally said, "Fuck me, fuck me hard."

She didn't have to wait long. I buried my cock deep in her and took long slow strokes. I don't know how many times she came but it was like one giant continuous orgasm. I came hard filling her pussy. I kept pumping till my cock became flaccid.

I rolled over and lay beside her. I was wondering how Steve and Sherry were doing. I didn't hear anything until Steve was in the doorway naked. He asked me if we were done, he wanted to cuddle with his wife.

I got up and went and lay beside Sherry. She was on her side and I cuddled up to her bare back and ass. I could hear Steve and Linda having sex. My thoughts were all confused and I had to wonder if this was all a mistake. I fell asleep cuddled up to Sherry. We didn't have sex but it felt so right being with her.

The next morning Sherry and I woke up and she went and took a shower. I lay in bed thinking of the night before. Sherry came out of the bathroom in a towel and I went and took a shower.

I came out of the shower and she was dressed. She said she called Linda and we were going to meet them in the restaurant for breakfast. I got dressed but kept thinking about the night before.

"Sherry, I'm sorry." 

"It's okay, it's done and over. You got to fuck a white wife and your friend Steve got his black pussy."

"Please Sherry, I'm really sorry. This was all a mistake. I felt myself getting jealous of you being with Steve."

"... and why is that? You got what you wanted. I did your bidding."

"Sherry, I care for you, I mean I really care for you. I never want to see you with another man again."

She smiled at me. "Let's go and have breakfast. I'm really hungry." We met Steve and Linda in the restaurant. It was a buffet and we all got our food and sat down.

Steve spoke first. "Toby, we want to thank you for everything. This may sound funny but our experience from last night brought us closer together. We found out that our fantasies are better kept as fantasies. Sherry, I want to thank you for an experience I often wondered about. 

"Linda and I talked this morning and this is going to be a one time thing. You are two wonderful people and I honestly don't know why you two aren't together. Anyone can tell you really care for each other."

I looked over at Sherry and I knew what Steve had said was the truth. I guess we just needed someone else to tell us. We ate our breakfast and headed for home. Sherry sat up front with me and Steve and Linda sat in the back seat. They were like two teenagers groping each other.

I dropped them off at their house and Linda asked if she could talk to me alone for a minute. I got out of the car and we stood on her porch and she told me that she really loved Steve. She never told him we had been together before and asked me to keep it that way. I told her, "My lips are sealed."

"Toby, you're a great lover and the sex was great. I have to ask you not to come here alone. I don't want the temptation. Something else I need to tell you. Sherry's in love with you. I asked her when we were getting our costumes on why she would do this? She told me she would do anything for you. That girl is in love with you."

I thanked Linda and went to the car. Sherry asked me what she said. I leaned over and kissed Sherry for the first time. It was long and passionate. She didn't back away but pressed her lips against mine.

I started the car with neither of us saying anything. When we got home she went to her apartment and I went to mine. Five minutes went by and she came into my apartment. "What was that kiss all about?"

"I think I love you. I know I love Asia and she needs a father. Will you marry me?"

"You've got to be kidding. You kiss me one time and think I'll marry you."

"I'll kiss you again if you like. I'll take you to my bed and make love to you. I never want to see you with another man. I love you Sherry. It took this party to let me know how much. Now, will you marry me?"

"I love you too Toby but I'm not jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire. Let's go together say for a year and see if we both feel the same a year from now. You'll have to give up that white pussy. I'm not sharing my future husband with anyone."

****

We let everyone know that we were engaged. My brother Jerome and Shana were both happy. We lived in our dual apartment upstairs from the store. We converted it into one. Asia was my little girl and called me Dada. Sherry's dad was happy that she was going to marry a black guy.

I remember the first time I made real love to Sherry. There was nothing we didn't do. I ate her pussy till she came. I slapped her ass and even kissed it over and over. I sucked her nipples till they stuck out like pencil erasers and even sucked her toes. I came twice that night and then cuddled up to her ass and sometime during the night entered her again.

Our year is about up and we both feel the same as we did a year ago. We're going to start planning our wedding. I am one happy man. Wish us luck.

Oh, one last thing. As far as I know Linda and Steve are one happy couple. Steve said they still watch pornos together but are not trying to do everything on the tape.




Toby Jones



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Thank you for reading my story.

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Twisted by Twisters



The Ford Explorer rocked as it took the hump of some railroad tracks at twice the legal speed limit.

"Could we get to the tornado in one piece please?" complained Benny, from the back seats. I knew he was catching hell with the bumps, camera equipment bags have a tendency to want to bounce after all. 

"Bitch, bitch, nag, nag. Has she ever not gotten us to a tornado in one piece?" said Stephanie the seat next to me. 

Swearing the SUV to avoid a downed limb I stomped the gas. Ahead of us, through some trees, I could see the big black as pitch area that was hiding a rain wrapped tornado. Sorry, possible tornado. Always have to call them "possible" till you can confirm them visually. Something we can almost never do here in Alabama since all the tornadoes come with rain gift wrapping.

Another set of train tracks. Da da Bump!

"Jessica!"

"What?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the road.

"I would like to live to see ... tomorrow." In the rearview I saw him removing a tripod from his lap. 

"So you became a storm chaser? Good planning there, Benny," said Stephanie, chuckling. "Nice safe occupation."

"I'll take the storms over her driving any day."

"What's wrong with her driving? Jess, nearly drove in NASCAR after all." Stephanie shot me a grin and turned to look back at our field meteorologist. "Can you say the same?"

"Well, no but this isn't Talladega and that white rain on black asphalt isn't the checker flag!"

"This tornado is not moving like it's your grandmother going for groceries!" She fired back.

I tuned them both out after that and concentrated on my driving. Not that I had to pay them any mind anyway, it was an argument I had heard a dozen times before across a dozen states. I checked my six just to be sure that the "Weather Van" was still back there, with all of its sensitive tracking gear the they had to take it a bit easier than I did. I knew the driver, Timmothy, had groaned when he saw me and Stephanie but he was no slouch when it came to vehicle handling himself. Yep, there he was. Headlights, on a road anyone else would have to be mad to be on right now.

Speaking of madness.

"Guys? GUYS! We've got damage path." That shut them up ... or maybe it was me stomping the breaks to keep from hitting a downed tree across the road. "Steph' plot me away around. There was a road we just passed, will that do?"

"Checking." She had her tablet in her lap and was whizzing through digital maps.

I hit the hazards to give the van coming up behind me more lights to see. Three point turning the Explorer, I drove past him and watched him do the same turn around behind me. "Steph?"

"Yeah. Take it, and then take the next right after that and you'll be on the other side of the tree." She glanced back to see if Benny wanted to continue their row but he must be busy with his laptop. 

"Still tracking East/Northeast," he said after a few.

"On it."

Ahead of me I saw lightning flash, heard the rumble of the monster, and felt again that thrill-chill up my spine. The one I have loved since I was a little girl sitting on my Grana's screen porch, watching storms coming at us. Daddy and Grandpa would be out in the garage tearing down, or building back up, an engine for the next short track race. All my sisters would be huddled in the bed, scared to death, and I would be the one sitting out there watching the storm. 

When the storm got too close Grana would come to the screen door and call out to the men "You two fools get in here for you get lightning struck!" then look at me and say something similar with the promise of a switching if I didn't do it fast enough.

I remember always being disappointed that I never got to see the storm arrive. Never got to see more than the first heavy drops before I would be shooed into the "safety" of the house. With their motor oil slicked hair beading water, Daddy would come into the house following his daddy--a gray haired copy of himself--and the two of them would sit at the dining table talking cars, racing, motors, and if it was the right time of year football. All the while outside the storm would be hammering the small midland Alabama farm. Watering the dry pumpkin fields, scaring our chickens and chasing the umpteen dozen farm cats into dry hidey holes. Then, when the rumbles faded, and the winds died down Daddy would walk back out on the porch to "take a look see" and I would follow. 

He would pick me up and hold me in his arms, till I got too big for him to hold, and we would watch the distant lightning together. And laugh, when it popped one, not-so-distant, and scared us.

As the storm in front of me rumbled again I smiled and accelerated. Now I get to go out into the storm. And there is no promised "switchin" if I stay out in it too long. Hell, that was encouraged and I was paid for doing it. Not too well, but then I didn't do this for the money. No. With rain lashing the windshield till the wipers couldn't keep up, I was chasing after a storm that was pulling oak trees out the ground like they were twigs. There was no amount of money that was worth insanity on this level. You had to love it.

And I do. 

But I hate it at the same time.

** ** ** ** ** ** ** 

"Three singles rooms and a single room with a king, please" My voice was drenched in fatigue poisons. They leached out from my pores like sweat. The clerk at the Super 8 Motel gave me a sympathetic smile and started the process to get us the rooms. I placed my credit card where she could get it. Behind me the TV in the lobby is turned to the news and is telling me the things I already knew. That five tornados had touched down last night across seven different counties. Damn to hell long track storms. I've been driving since lunch yesterday, with pauses only long enough for Benny to get out, double check the monitors in the back of the "Weather Van" or to make his Live video reports. To get on tape the damage we saw, have it ready for the morning news. 

As exhausted as I was, I didn't envy Benny tonight. He would be awake for most of it, sending video and computer data files to his station, via the Motels Wi-Fi or the Van's antenna (which ever gave him the best signal strength) His camera man was already asleep in the passenger seat of the van, catching a cat nap. When the clerk passed me the room keys, and I walked back outside, I saw that so was Stephanie. 

I tapped the window next to her with the card, her eyes snapped open and she rolled the window down.

"Room 221. Pull the truck around and get our stuff in. I'm going to walk over there and get us food." I pointed to the What-A-Burger across the street. "I know, no onions."

"Yeah, no onions. Almost too tired to eat." She opened the door and took the SUV's keys from me. I reached in and grabbed my phone out the cup holder while she walked around. She gave me a tired smile. "Dibs on the first shower."

"Only if you're not in it before I get back."

The Super 8 Motel was sitting on a slight hill so the walk down the parking lot pulled at my calf muscles, and then it was a short sprint across the empty road to the orange roofed burger place. I saw the normal odd mixture of people you see in a place like this at 3:40 in the morning. And like in the motel, the TV here was on the weather. I was at this point so sick of weather I couldn't stand it. I placed my order and went to the bathroom to take care of necessity. Thankfully my food was ready when I came back out, or I might have left without it. I was that tired of weather. Every bit of it. 

Seeing so many homes turned into piles of broken wood and shattered dreams tend to do that to me. 

The street was just as empty when I walked back across it. I could have danced a jig in the middle, hell you could have put on a performance of River Dance in the middle, and there not be a car. Benny was at the door of the van and I noticed the big broadcast antenna was raised. So much for Wi-Fi signals, but then with towers crumpled and power lines down in all directions across the state, that the power was even on here was a small miracle.

Stephanie was in the shower when I got back. I left the food on the table, my door key on the table, latched the hook into place and stripped. Stepping into the steamy bathroom, I opened the cheap plastic curtain just enough to slip in behind her and gave her a worn smile. She returned it and began to soap up my shoulders and breasts. I let the scalding water strike the back of my neck while she lathered up my short hair. Then stood with warm rivulets pouring across me as it rinsed clean. I could have stood in that shower for hours, but familiarity had taught me that the water had a shocking tendency in these roadside motels to change temperatures, and I was in no mood to find out if this one was like that or not.

Besides my food was getting cold.

Shutting off the shower, I took the offered towel from Steph when she stepped out and began to dry off. I dried her back for her and then stood in warm comfort enwrapped bliss as she did the same for me. Naked we both moved out the humid warmth of the bathroom to the cold chill of the room. I pulled a long, washed-to-death, T-shirt out my bag and called that good enough. I looked over my shoulder and smiled seeing that she had a mouthful of fries and was still naked trying to make a decision on what she was going to wear to sleep in. That simple combination was so her. Naked, mouth packed with food, and can't make up her mind between simple choices.

"Wear the pajama top." I told her, performing the function that made us such a good couple. I help her make simple choices she helps me made difficult ones. And tonight ... pajama over blue silk teddy was the appropriate choice. We were both too tired for a "Teddy" night.

She nodded, but looked a bit disappointed. 

That look told me more than she probably ever wanted me to learn, that she needed an "itch" scratched, but didn't want to push me since she knew I was exhausted from fourteen hours behind a wheel. As we pulled the burgers out the bags and ate in comfortable silence, the TV on an HBO movie we had both seen, just playing for ambient noise, I found myself looking at her more and more. As always I had to wonder how I had earned the luck to catch a woman as beautiful as her. Not only physically, although she was stunningly beautiful ... at least to me, but mentally. She was sharp. Book smart, street smart, world wise in a way that on one under thirty had a right to be. She would always be the first one to answer a difficult question. Always ready to step up and argue a point, when I would have backed down and ignored the speaker, till the other person gave in under a logical-submission-hold of pure irrefutable facts. That was my Stephanie.

"I love you." I told her simply. She looked up at me, smiled and chewed quicker to clear her mouth of food. I waved off her words before she spoke them. "I know. Put on the teddy. We'll get some sleep and I'll wake you up with breakfast in bed."

She smiled and licked salt form her lips. "My favorite, right?"

"Anything for you."

We finished our food in that comfortable silence.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

My dreams that night were not pleasant, but then they never are when I chase. I live and relive hundreds of human tragedies in the hours between when my eyes close and when they open again. Seeing again the awesome power of Mother Nature to turn simple human lives into Greek tragedies, over and over, I never dream easy. And this night, in that motel, was no exception. I awoke, midmorning, with the sunlight hidden behind those heavy draped curtains, sure that the pillow I was holding was an injured German Shepard in my arms.

An old memory that comes back to haunt me far too often.

Looking around me, till my thoughts caught up and told me where I was, I took a few more shallow breathes then leaned back into the too hard pillows. Next to me Stephanie slept on, undisturbed by my sudden awakening. But then it would take a lot more than that to awaken her.

Especially after a day like yesterday.

Outside there was a rumble of thunder.

Sliding out the bed I walked to the window to discover that it was not the curtains keeping out the light but some pretty unimpressive Nimbostratus clouds. The rain they held promised a wet, to drenching wet, soaking for someone, but poor chances of anything for me to need to drive like mad after. Closing the curtains, grabbing up the remote I hit mute before it made a peep and flipped to the Weather Channel. Their Local on the Eights radar showed me the same thing the clouds outside just had. Lots of rain, nothing severe. Flipping it off, I looked back to the sprawled out angel in the middle of the hotel King-size bed. She had not even blinked when the TV had come on. My little sleeping dove, in her nest of pillows and comforter, woke for only one thing. Seeing her ass peeking out from under the edge of that blue teddy I was suddenly very glad I had asked her to put it on.

Not that I wouldn't enjoy her just as quickly in flannel, but there was always someone more sensual about her in azure silk.

I tugged my T-shirt off and crawled naked back into the bed. My eyes went to the door and I visually double checked the hook lock, just to be sure.

Settling in, with my head at her slightly parted thighs, I rubbed my face against that soft skin. Following my nose, I placed soft kisses on her inner thighs and, with a hand against her knee, opened her legs just enough for my face to reach her pussy. I nuzzled that trimmed patch of thick curls, glad as always for a woman that would listen to me when I told her that I liked her unshaved. Trimmed up yes, but not bare had been my preference since I developed a preference ... at about woman-in-my-bed number three ... and Stephanie was so very sexy when she was like this. Pussy like a thatched house she had once joked. To which I had answered by licking the front door of her "house" open.

As I was doing right now in fact.

Her nether lips parted under a little pressure from my tongue and I tasted her in my mouth, loving again that crisp, slightly tart, "appley" taste I had never found in another woman before her. That taste was the first major surprise in our relationship. That, and that two women thrown together in an insane "boys club" trade like storm chasing, would both be lesbians. She was so girly girl! And till that night in Montgomery, when the hotel had been full of Louisiana evacuee's fleeing hurricane Katrina, and we had shared a room for the first time. Then a bed, shower, bed again and so many other things during that insane week-long, hurricane-spawned, twister chase across five states back in 2005.

"How quickly ten years can pass when you're having fun," I thought as she moaned and opened her legs for me. When my tongue sank into her, I felt her hand move onto the back of my head holding me in place, not that I had any intentions of going anywhere. Not any time soon anyway. I was in a gourmet heaven of taste and such succulent pleasures.

"Oh, Jess ... oh, yes."

Long licks, slow licks, hard pushes inside, and my mouthful of her labia, is there any better way to start the morning. I'm sure at this moment she would argue that yeah, to be woke up with a woman doing that to you is better. But then I might agree, if the roles were reversed here, which they have been on many mornings. 

Easing a finger into her, I licked around the whole of her, letting my tongue rake through those curly hairs like a gardener tending her rows. 

Her pleasure moan, when I let my lips graze her clit, meant more to me at that moment than any orgasm I had ever experienced. To give her so much pleasure she begged me to stop, or to never stop, that was my goal in life now. When her hand moved to the side of my head, I felt the slick metal of her wedding ring against my ear. I wondered if she could feel my own gold band against her labia. If that metal touch gave her the same feeling of completeness her ring touching me did. 

My mind tumbled through such thoughts, worries, doubts, moments of greedy pleasure and more often that the rest moments of sinfully vane pride that I was making Steph enjoy herself this much. Eating her pussy was a skill I took pride in and ...

~"Bang! Bang! Bang!"~

"Oh, for fuck sake! If that's housekeeping she's joining in." Stephanie threw her head back into the pillow pile in exasperation. "Please, please, please make them go away."

~"Bang! Bang! Bang!"~

Sitting up, I wiped my face on the sheet and grabbed my shirt from off the floor. I pulled on a pair of pants--the same ones I had worn yesterday--on my way to the door. The view through the peep hole was the last one I wanted to see. A maid I would have tolerated, I hadn't place out the do not disturb sign after all. But nope not a maid ...

... Benny.

He at least had the courtesy to not try to look past me when I cracked the door. I probably would have kicked his ass for doing that. Not that I could have blamed him if he had caught a glimpse of Stephanie spread out on our bed like a Playmate cover spread.

"Yeah?" I asked, looking at him in annoyance.

He handed me a pulpwood paper cup holder with two cups of coffee. My heart fell at that. I knew what he was going to say before he even opened his mouth.

"Confirmed in Saint Clair County." He gave an apologetic shrug. "We've got to roll."

I nodded hating the job with everything I had at the moment. "Ready in five."

"Sorry."

Not trusting myself to speak I closed the door. Behind me Steph was already up out the bed and throwing things into our bags. She stopped long enough to give me a quick kiss, to jokingly complain about my "morning pussy breath" and then disappear into the bathroom. Sitting down on the bed, I picked up my shoes with a resignation I hated. I love storms. Love seeing them at their most powerful. Always have. But this ... this insanity of a job, was both a dream and a curse.

Tossing our travel shower kit next the bags, Steph, stopped in front of me and held my head against her chest, my face pillowed between her breasts. A place of comfort, and love where I could hear her heart, beating just for me.

"I'll make it up to you tonight," she promised.

"I know."

She opened the motel room door to find Benny standing there his hand raised about to knock again. The argument between them started at that very point and continued, with brief pauses for moments of absolute terror when a tornado didn't go the direction it was shown to be going on radar, for the next seven hours.

That night I slept with restless dreams, curled up to warm flannel. 



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Was It Real Or...?



Was It Real Or Was It A Dream?

What had been a large eight-hour candle only a week ago sputtered crackling in it death throes. Misty and Geoff had picked out that candle and several others the last time he was home matching the colors perfectly to the bathroom's deep green and pretty pink décor. It was a passion for both them that everything in their home had to be the perfect maybe not the latest in decorating trends but colors and styles they loved. If it didn't fit their décor plan for the room, it was left in the store no matter how much they liked it. Fortunately they shared very similar tastes in just about everything, but when the buck had to stop it always stopped at Geoff. He had the final word in everything. 

The candle's sputtering was sufficient to rouse Misty out of her reverie, looking around the dark room she realized the summer evening's deepening dusk had turned into a truly dark, starless night. The clouds had rolled in right on schedule. Out of the corner of her eye she picked up the first flash of lightening in the distance through the open bedroom door. A visible shiver ran through Misty at the realization of how close she was to being caught in the bathtub by a fast moving thunderstorm. Misty's fear of thunderstorms was a telling remnant of her troubled childhood. It was anything but rational, something that time and professional help had not been able to irradiate, the source of the fear still unknown yet haunting. Just as the accompanying thundered finally reached her she realized an unnatural sense of foreboding.

The sense of well being created by the long soak was momentarily lost as she quickly moved to turn off the tub's jets. She scolded herself for being a big baby; maybe it was because she was home alone. The ensuing quiet enveloped her as she placed a hand on either side of the tub and lifted herself up out of the water just as another streak of lightening lit up the bathroom this one so much closer. Misty caught a glimpse of herself in the large mirror on the north wall it was almost photographic-like, snapped in that split second of luminosity. Her wet skin causing every curve and angle to be exemplified, white bubbles cascading down over her still firm tits, sliding unimpeded until caught in her dark bushy triangle. Reaching for the towel she felt a patch of fluffy bubbles break loose and start its slow path down her long well toned leg. "You would have liked that snapshot view won't you, Geoff?" she said aloud to herself frowning. She was sad that yet again she would sleep alone.

Misty could make almost anything dainty and as she stepped out of the water onto the tub skirt it was the epitome of feminine daintiness just has the thunder rumbled through the house. She jumped. A shiver; no more of a shudder ran through her when the glass block wall surrounding the tub turned blue and the room took on that horrible ultra white hue that only a really close lightening bolt can cause. The thunder rumbled through the house vibrating it to its soul. Instantly the house became as quiet as a tomb a sure sign the electricity was out. "Damn that is the second time this week. Oh well, it is bed time anyway." Misty thought aloud, flipping her mass of wet curls up and over her head only to be caught in the waiting peach-colored towel. The swinging wet hair scattered water droplets putting out yet another candle, deepening the darkness. With an ease that comes from years of practice Misty flipped the towel around her wet hair and quickly fashioned a turban-like headdress. Grabbing the matching bath sheet she patted her delicate skin starting with her left arm first, then right, next came her left breast. As she dried her tits then moved down her torso, her thoughts drifted to all the times she and Geoff had shared a bath then dried each other escalating their foreplay. There was nothing as erotic to Misty as being totally babied by her husband of twenty years.

Geoff had been her only man. She knew he had previous girls, she had heard all the gossip of his school escapades. Geoff had been a varsity football quarterback and he had lived up to the jock reputation until Misty came to town. She had come to visit with her roommate and to attend the homecoming dance. One year to the day after meeting, they exchanged rings in the local Methodist Church. To this day, they never passed the church but what they would not reach for the other's hand. Their love was real and deep. It was as if they shared one soul.

Even when the twins Becky and Brent had come along, nothing interfered with their romance. The babies had only been another indicator that they knew how to do things right. The twins were about four when one Sunday afternoon the doorbell rang while Geoff and Misty were making love. Geoff froze with his big thick cock pushed all the way up, deep in Misty's pussy. Their eyes met. Neither moved, no words were spoken but they wished whomever was at the door would just leave. Their eyes started to crinkle and Misty could feel Geoff's cock jump as he started to laugh trying to keep from letting loose his infectious belly laugh. Misty bit her lower lip in the effort. 

"Hi Gram and Poppa. You will have to wait for Mommy and Daddy, Daddy is pleasuring Mommy again." It started as a high-pitched embarrassed giggle from Geoff's mother and quickly turned into a knee-slapping belly laugh from his Dad. Misty and Geoff knew they finally had been caught.

Not one to ever let her brother have the last word, Becky piped up, "Be real quiet and good, Gram and Poppa, OK." Mrs. Sharp snorted as she always did whey she got carried away. Geoff and Misty heard every word through the paper thin walls of their first home. Geoff looked at Misty and smiled and pumped furiously in and out of her still tight pussy. He leaned down and whispered, "I will not let this hard-on die until you have milked me dry. I love you, Misty." The bed springs creaked. Misty felt her climax rekindled in spite of herself. She raised herself up to take Geoff's face in her hands and to kiss him sucking his tongue into her mouth. The every best feeling was to have her man in her at both ends and the same time. They orgasmed only their kiss keeping them silent as he emptied his balls into her hot cunt, her spasming hole milking him dry. After a quick shower together, soaping each other's backs, they went to face the laughter they knew his parents would not be able to hold, sure that the whole family would soon know how they spent their Sunday afternoons.

Misty blushed a deep crimson; she felt the heat racing up from her chest. Even now she remembered thinking that she must have been glowing like a neon sign when they walked into their living room. Geoff's Dad congratulated his only child on taking after the "Old man", while his Mother came up and gave Misty a quick hug, "I wish I was being pleasured right about now those were the days." She whispered ending with a chuckle. That gesture made all the difference and through the years they had often laughed at words of wisdom spoken by their precocious four year olds. Geoff III was born nine months later completing their family. 

The twins were now in their first year of university each attending the school of their choice but on opposite coasts, separated for the first time. Now only Geoffy was still had home, tonight even he was staying at his best friend's home next door. 'Where had the years gone?' Misty mused to her reflection as she cleaned her teeth in the glow of a single candle. The heavy moist air of the bathroom smelled that unique smell of candles just extinguished mixed with the lavender from her bubble bath.

Uncoiling her towel turban, and hanging the towels to dry, she plopped down at her dressing table nude to comb out her mass of auburn hair, carefully setting the candle on the table. She was proud that she had inherited her father's genes that seemed to hold in abeyance the appearance of gray hair and wrinkles. Geoff loved when friends and clients would complement him on his young wife's looks. He would whisper to her when appropriate, "If only they knew you had robbed the cradle, not the other way around." 

Misty's standard answer was to hold up five fingers. She was five days older than her handsome outgoing husband. Misty always felt so fortunate to have snagged this football star's heart. Their love had only grown with the years, tested and matured with life's trials.

Giving up on her hair, Misty picked up the body lotion, her favorite a citrus smelling concoction adding another element to the room's scent. Misty always started on her breasts, circling around and around each one in turn, the nipples hardened in anticipation. Fortunately since Geoff traveled about half the time, Misty's body responded easily to her practiced hands. There had been a time, when Geoff had first taken the big promotion that kept him out of their matrimonial bed that Misty had almost tumbled into bed with Geoff's best friend. Only a well-timed call from Geoff had brought her back to her senses. That is when she had decided to learn to know her body as well as Geoff did.

Misty crawled into their bed on Geoff's side, she needed to bring him as close to her as possible, she really felt his absence and with the storm, she would have given anything to be sharing their bed with her soul mate. The house literally shook with the last crack of thunder, the blue white light of the lightening arriving only milliseconds ahead. It lit up the room but Misty did not see it, she was buried under the covers like a child shaking from head to toe. She laid their frozen while the storm raged. Her only saving grace was that she knew later tomorrow Geoff would be coming home.

Rolled into the fetal position facing away from the windows, Misty slept fitfully though the first storm had long since past, she kept having dreams, unsure whether she was wake or asleep. 'Oh Geoff' she murmured softly her voice husky from sleep. She felt her body relax as strong arms encircled her. Her nostrils filled with the spicy cologne that was Geoff's favorite. She turned her face up to receive the kiss that was sure to come. Geoff always tongue fucked her mouth first. Misty's mouth just ached, always did ache when she thought of her husband's probing kisses making her yield to his wishes. She murmured his name opening her mouth. She felt the heat of his naked body and she wished she had not slipped on her old comfy nightie before climbing into bed .She felt her nightie being pulled off over her head as they parted, only to come back together to continue their kiss.

She relaxed under his practiced hands as they laid claim to their woman even though yet another fierce storm was echoing through with its bright flashes periodically lighting up the room. She felt safe though, her Geoff was here, her world was right again. His left arm slipped under her neck pulling her close. She did not remember feeling the bed creak as he got in, but no matter he was home and he was awakening her body. His finger circled her tit, around and around. He grasped it between his thumb and forefinger pulling it hard and then twisting it. "Ah" escaped her. She held her man to her. She moaned though he again had possessed her mouth. Her moans vibrated against his tongue setting off tingles down their bodies settling in their crotches. Misty felt his cock jump against her leg leaving a wet trail of precum. Breathlessly they parted, she took his face in her hands and gave him a slow passionate kiss, just a kiss of welcome.

"I didn't know you would be home tonight or I would have waited up for you. Everything OK, Geoff?"

"Shhhh, my pet. I want to make love to you. Shhhhhhhhh." His right hand slipped lower, leaving her tit feeling cold. A shiver of anticipation rolled through her, she purred like a kitten having its belly rubbed as her husband's fingers opened her other set of lips. She had naturally rolled over onto her back making it easier for him to explore her. His fingers dipped into her checking her wetness. "MMMM, you are excited, my pet, I am glad." His wet finger moved up to unhood her clit, rubbing hard just like she liked it. She felt her climax building just like she always had under his tutelage. She lifted her hips to urge him on.

Misty hands slipped down between them reaching for her treasure. His cock responded to her touch growing yet harder. Gently almost reverently she massaged his balls. He groaned, a deep guttural groan. She was not surprised to find his balls rock hard and obviously super sensitive from their under use. She gave his cock a little pull her signal that she couldn't wait another moment. "Now, please my darling, please."

He rolled up between her legs positioning himself. She opened her legs wide, pulling her knees towards her. Misty worked out daily and her flexibility was remarkable for a forty-one year old woman. She was proud of her ability to open herself up to take all of her man into her open wet hole. She could already feel herself spasming. As he entered her, not stopping until he was all the way into her, they groaned in unison. He drove in hard just like she liked it. Misty relished a little pain and Geoff loved to give it to her. They were truly a matched pair. 

She knew Geoff was so eager he could hardly keep from immediately exploding; she let her climax mount quickly so they could cum together. His thrusts communicating his urgent need louder than any words could possibly have done. "OH MY GAWD" Misty screamed as she came. She could feel Geoff going rigid as his cum shot out of his balls and shot up out of his cock pushing it deep into her spasming cunt. She couldn't stop. She pulled every ounce of cum into her hole planting it deep. She laid there gasping for her breath. 

"Misty, I love you. I always have and always will love you. Remember that."

Finally she lay still the panting and the spasming gone her sweat drying on her hot body. She reached to give Geoff a kiss, nothing but an empty pillow. She leaned up on her right elbow to find him. No Geoff. "Huh. Geoff." She called out. "GEOFF." No answer. Flying out of bed in a panic shaking, "GEOFF!" she ran into the bathroom, now frantic she flew through the rooms of their home looking for her mate. 

Misty was convinced that her husband was home; he had just finished making love to her, hadn't he? If he had not then who had? It had been much too real to be a dream, reaching down to her slit she found she still was wearing her nightie. Sagging on to the couch in the family room, she sobbed realizing that it had only been a dream. Her lips were not bruised and swollen like they should have been if it had been real. How was it possible that it could be so real, so very, very real and still just be a dream? She had felt his heat, smelt his cologne, she had felt him enter her. "Damn." She said to the empty house. She just laid there, remembering reliving the dream. Finally when she realized that she was shivering from the cold she hefted herself up, "Geoff hurry home." She hurried back to their bed and the covers as the house lit up yet again from the storm.

Crawling into bed she looked at the digital clock, 3:01AM. She took Geoff's pillow and hugged it to her has she drew the covers up over her head to hide from the lightening wishing she could block out the sounds of the crashing thunder as every window shook. 'I can't wait to tell Geoff about my dream, he will laugh his head off.' She said as she cuddled his pillow to her. She fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

When she opened her eyes next it was bright sunlight, with a perplexed frown she remembered. The doorbell that is what woke her, it was ringing yet again and again. "Who the hell?" she muttered to herself looking at he clock, 5:55 AM. She jumped up grabbing her long hunter green robe of its hook. She belt it around herself as she ran bare footed down the steps to the front door just as the ringing bell turned to loud persistent knocks. "Coming" she yelled in that husky morning voice. She took a moment in front of the hall mirror to try to tidy her hair. With a wry look on her face her hands on the locks she asked, "Who are you?" 

"Mrs. Sharp, we are Metro police officers. We need to speak to you, please open the door." She undid the locks leaving the chain lock on she wished for a peephole. 'This weekend Geoff will have to put one in.' She said with a sharp nod of her head.

Misty opened the door, two police badges were held up for her inspection. "What's wrong?" She asked her voice breaking.

"We need to come in, ma'am."

Just a moment she said taking the chain off and opening the door. She wished Geoff were here. "May we go in and sit down, ma'am, we have something to tell you." The one officer took her elbow hand propelled her into the living room; she sank on to the closest chair. She was afraid of what was coming, but it was even worst than she imagined.

The other officer stood in front of her and she just could not look up at him, willing this too, to be a dream. "Mrs. Sharp, is your husband's name Geoffrey Samuel Sharp?" 

'NOOOO!' She silently screamed. She nodded unable to find her voice. 

"He has a private plane?" The officer asked it as a question but she knew that they already knew the answer. 

Misty jumped up and with fire in her eyes she spat at the officers, "Yes but he is in New York City right now, he is not due back until late tonight in time to take me out for out anniversary. So you have the wrong person." She was able to breath again.

"Mrs. Sharp, it was your husband's plane honest. It crashed during that bad thunder storm just short of the runway." Misty crumbled into a heap on the floor, sobbing. 

"NOOO, NOO. It cannot be. It cannot be. Not Geoff, I love him. He was here last night he told me that everything would be OK." Without thinking, "He made love to me." She stopped frozen with a tear-streaked face she looked up at them. "What time?"

She already knew. "2:59 this morning ma'am." A strangled sob escaped from her and she lay prone on the floor sobbing inconsolably. 

Geoff had come to her as he was leaving this world. Her face buried in the carpet she cried her heart broken. "Geoff, I love you for always." He had made love to her for the last time.

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Was It Really A Dream



Have you ever had one of those dreams that you aren't sure if it really was a dream or not? Last night I had a dream that my blow up doll actually came alive. Now don't get me wrong, I am not one of those guys who needs sex so much he has to go out and buy himself a doll. In fact I hadn't bought it but I couldn't just give it away. Let me explain.

Several years ago I joined a singles bowling league to get out and meet new people. The only problem was that I seemed to be the odd man out. Everyone else in the league seemed to have no problems meeting someone from the opposite sex, falling in love and getting married. Sure this took a few years to happen but, watching it happen just wasn't what I had intended to do, I want to find my own mate too. All of my friends, of both sexes, assured me that there wasn't anything really wrong with me but they couldn't find a date for me if they tried.

For the most part my friends tried to be supportive but I did get my share of ribbing. On my last birthday, just a week ago, we got together for a party at John and Debby's house. Unfortunately for me, my friends had decided to set me up with a date that wouldn't turn me down.

'Hey Dave," John called out, "get in here and grab a seat. Debby has a friend she wants you to meet."

"Oh no, not again." I groaned. "Why do you all insist on trying to hook me up? I'm just gonna go join a monastery somewhere and become a monk."

"Aw Dave, this lady is sure to knock your socks off and I guarantee that she won't turn you down, no matter what dumb jokes you tell." Harry called out.

"Don't tell me that you've met her too!" I moaned.

"Sure. We all met up with her to tell her about you." Charlie said.

"Great" I laughed "I'm sure she really got the whole truth about me then."

Debby called John out into the other room and they laughed a bit about something and then she came into the room for the first time.

"Dave, we just want you to be able to find someone and be happy like the rest of us." Debby said. "Now close your eyes."

I did what I was asked and after a few minutes John called out for me to open them. There standing before me was a beautiful woman dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. She was a blonde and had tan skin. Oh she looked perfect except for one problem I would have been ecstatic. The problem, she was a blow-up-doll. Everyone took one look at my face and busted up laughing.

"See Dave, she won't tell you no, no matter what dumb jokes you tell her." John said between chuckles.

I laughed with the rest of the gang but, I was crying inside. For years I had been watching all of my friends meet, fall in love and get married. I had tried dating different women but I never seemed to get past my first date. I can't tell you how much I was hurting inside and my confidence was down below the dumps. I had even been desperate enough to go on many blind dates set up by friends and co-workers but I never heard back from anyone. When I heard that my friends thought that they had finally found the right woman for me to date, I was ecstatic. I can't tell you how hard it was not to show how disappointed and frustrated I was. When they asked me to name her, the only name I could come up with was "Kendra" after a girl I had known is junior high that looked somewhat like my new "girlfriend".

Kendra had been my first real crush but I never told her how I felt and when our advanced English teacher accused me of being in love with her during class time, I panicked and denied everything. I guess if you really thought about it, my real problem with women in general is that I never opened up with them because I was so afraid that they would look at me and laugh. The one good thing about this Kendra is that she won't laugh if I tell her that I love her.

Everyone insisted that I strap Kendra into the front passenger seat and drive her home in style. I was a little embarrassed about what people might think if they knew Kendra was a blow up doll but, I had to admit that from a distance of a few feet Kendra looked real. Getting her inside of the house without making a fool of myself was fun but at least it was late at night and all of my neighbors were in bed. I still kept expecting everyone to be awake and staring out their windows and doors despite the time though. 

That first night I brought her in and put her into the coat closet. Because of the depression I was dealing with I had counseling and the next morning was the next scheduled session. I explained to my therapist about "Kendra" and even managed to laugh a little when I explained how I snuck her into the house. I was floored soon by my therapist when she mentioned that I ought to take her out of the closet and actually talk to her.

"I think it might just be very therapeutic for you and it will also give you someone to talk to since you live alone." she told me.

I surely didn't say so out loud but I thought my therapist was a little whacked in the head. I at least promised to go home and think about it.

That night I left Kendra in the closet, but I did think about what the therapist said. I had to admit that as stupid as it sounded, I could at least take Kendra out and talk to he. I never imagined everything that would happen when she came out of the closet the next night though.

At first I just babbled, saying anything that popped into my mind at the time. I started out feeling stupid and then depressed. Here I was talking to a dummy that looked like a woman I knew years ago whom I had a huge crush but never told her. The more I tried to talk to the doll, the more I beat myself up for not taking the time to tell the real Kendra how I really felt. Finally I broke down and told the doll what I was really thinking.

"Kendra, I'm sorry I didn't admit to how I felt about you in Mrs. Simpson's class. I was embarrassed about being used to show another sign of spring was in the air. All I was doing was saying hello and asking you in sign language if you were okay and she's like "Oh, there's also love in the air too!" I could have died. I guess I was more worried though, about how you'd react if I admitted that I really did love you. It's just that you were so pretty and I was on the fat side and really nerdy back then. Who'd believe that a girl like you would even acknowledge a guy like me, let alone go out with me?"

I talked to Kendra for hours, until the wee hours of the morning and then went to bed. For some reason, it felt so natural for me to bring Kendra to bed with me, but all I did with the doll was to cuddle with her. At least that part felt really natural and, even more amazing, it was comforting to hold onto Kendra as I fell asleep.

Not long after I fell asleep, I could swear I felt the bed move, like someone turning in bed. I ignored it, thinking that I had shifted in my sleep hard enough to make the bed move and the movement shook the bed hard enough to wake me up. What I couldn't ignore was a hand that wasn't my own, lovingly running along my face. I opened my eyes and almost screamed with terror. My blow up doll had come to life, rolled over in my arms and was caressing my face.

"David, don't be afraid." the doll said.

"Who are you and how did you get into here?" I asked while trying not to show my fear.

"The who part is easy, I'm Kendra." the doll told me. "The how is a mystery to me too. I remember being in a traffic accident and being taken to a hospital. I seem to remember hearing someone say something about me being in a coma but it was like I wasn't really there. It kind of felt like I was floating around. The strangest thing was while I was floating over my bed looking down at myself, I heard another voice. It wasn't really clear at first but something made me want to hear it better so somehow I followed the voice here. I heard what you said about Mrs. Simpson's class and everything you said after and it got to me. Why didn't you tell me how you really felt about me?

"Kendra, I guess it's like I said, I was afraid you'd laugh at me."

"David, you would have brightened up the rest of my life if you would have let me know. I mean it. I was heartbroken when I heard you tell Mrs. Simpson that you were just checking up on me and didn't love me. I knew we were good friends but I really wanted you to ask me out."

"I wanted to, Kendra. If I wasn't as fat and geeky as I was back then..." I started to say.

"David you weren't fat. At least I don't remember you being fat to me. All I really remember about you back then, was how much of a comfort you were to me back then. A guy in another class had been hitting on me mercilessly and making my life miserable because I wouldn't give him the time of day and then I'd walk into Mrs. Simpson's class and there you were. Maybe it's corny but it was like walking out of a dark room and walking into a lighted one. You really brightened my day."

"Kendra, why didn't you say anything? I would have leaped for joy so high I would have gone right through the ceiling. I know what you mean about the dark to light too, I felt the same way."

"Well don't forget that, back then, the girl wasn't supposed to throw herself at the guy unless she wanted a reputation. Plus I guess I was a bit afraid you'd turn me down and I really didn't need that."

All of this talking had made my heart swell but then it hit me. The biggest wave of terror came sweeping over me and brought me close to tears.

"Kendra, are you dead?"

"No David, I'm not sure how I was able to come here tonight but I do know that I'm not dead, yet. I'm not sure if I'll wake up from the coma or not, but for now, I'm still alive."

I couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief which caused Kendra to give me a loving hug.

"David, you still love me, don't you?"

I couldn't lie to her, not when she was lying next to me spiritually while her body lay back in a hospital in her home town. 

"Kendra, I've never stopped. And it's affected me so much that I never found someone that I'd want to take out more than once. I'd wind up comparing the women I dated to you and they just never measured up."

"Me too, David. Oh I'd go out with my family and friends, even go out on blind dates that these well meaning people set me up with but I never went back out with them a second time."

I couldn't help it; I just had to break out with laughter.

"What's so funny, David"

"Well Kendra, I don't know if you can sense what kind of physical form you have right now but some well meaning friends bought me this blow up doll that looks like you so I gave her your name. I guess they just got tired of setting me up with blind dates that I wound up blowing so they got me this doll."

Kendra had a good laugh at that and then I could see a strange look come over the face.

"David have you made love to me yet?" she asked me quietly.

Well I was embarrassed but again, I couldn't lie to her.

"Kendra this is as far as I've gone with you, I mean your doll."

"I'm not sure what this doll can do but I can at least feel you near me. I can feel your arms around me and I have to admit that I've been here, in this body for a little longer than you know about. I couldn't help but lay here and enjoy feeling your arms around me. It's been the most comforting thing I've ever done."

"I'm glad you feel that way, Kendra. I wish I really was holding you right now instead of this doll"

"I do too, David. Why don't you come down to Flagler Hospital and see me?"

"Okay." I told Kendra. "I can leave tonight."

"Oh no you don't, David. First, you are too tired to even drive to the airport tonight let alone, drive to Florida. Second, I'd like to try something right now and I'll need your help to get it done. You can always start down later on today, okay?"

"Okay Kendra, you win. What can I help you with?"

"David, I'd like you to make love to me. Granted this isn't the real thing but I can feel everywhere you touch me so I'd like to feel you everywhere. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to learn how to make love this way."

"Kendra, I haven't made love to anyone yet either. I'd much rather wait until I see you and do it in person."

"David, don't ask me why, but I have a feeling if we don't do it tonight I might not be around when you make it to the hospital to see me."

That scared me to hear her talk like that, but at least she said that she might not be around if I didn't make love to her in this form. If my making love to a blow up doll would spare her life then who was I to argue.

I leaned over and kissed her lips and then let my tongue slide inside her mouth. It was a really weird feeling. My hand touched plastic and my tongue confirmed the taste of plastic also but Kendra's tongue moved to meet mine as if she were really there in body. I tried my best to block out the strangeness and concentrate on pleasing Kendra.

Kendra sat up for a second and pulled her top up and over her head. As she was laying back down she reached down to pull off her shorts. The doll Kendra had about 36C breasts and a bare pussy. As I was dressed for bed as usual, all I had to take off was my shorts and I did that while watching Kendra take her top off.

I lowered my head to catch a nipple between my lips while my hand began toying with her pussy. Much to my amazement Kendra began moaning and humping against my hand. I kept flicking my fingers up and down her pussy slit and also began assaulting her nipple by flicking my tongue across it. Kendra's response was to wrap both arms around my head and pull me close to her. I dipped a finger into her love hole and found that her juices were running from her hole and soaking the sheets. Kendra began shaking from her head to her waist while her hips were working themselves up and down like a pile driver. A moan started in her diaphragm and worked its way out of her mouth. Finally Kendra gave a massive lurch and went as limp as a rag doll or maybe I should say, as limp as the blow up doll she was. I had just started to believe that everything was back to normal when I felt the doll take a deep breath.

"Wow! I never knew that an orgasm could be that good David."

"I hear tell that they can get even better Kendra, are you up for more?"

Kendra's answer was a huge hug and a deep, tongue twisting kiss. As soon as the kiss broke up, I began kissing down her body. I stopped long enough to give each nipple a good tongue lashing, did the same to her belly button and then came face to face, so to speak, with her pussy. My first attempt to lick her though, was met with stiffness.

"Just relax Kendra, I promise I won't hurt you."

Kendra slowly opened her legs more and allowed me to slip my head between them. I had her put her ankles up on my back to bring her pussy into a little easier to reach position and then began licking her pussy. This was my first attempt so I wasn't really sure if what I was doing was correct but, judging my Kendra's reaction, I think I was doing something right. My first goal was to dip my tongue into her love hole to taste her juices. I was astonished at the fact that I didn't taste something that tasted like plastic. I'd swear that I really actually tasted Kendra's and not a love doll's pussy. Kendra was still on such a sexual high that in no time, she was wrapping her legs around my head so tightly until I had to fight to be able to breathe. Of course this caused me to abandon any attempt of licking her pussy but Kendra was already gone. All I could do was to watch what I could of the action from my vantage point and to try to catch my breath. This time Kendra seemed ready to do more much quicker.

"David, will you crawl up her and please make love to me now? I need to feel you inside me."

I had to ask her to open her legs up and let my head free of the vice it was trapped in and then I asked her to repeat what she had said because I could barely hear what she had said.

"I asked you to make love to me now, please." she replied.

I wanted to toy with her but when I looked into her eyes, I saw the pleading that was going on in them so I eased my way up on top of Kendra and eased my dick into a pussy for the first time. I have to admit that it felt great but part of me knew that I was still fucking a plastic doll. Still I have to admit that the spirit of Kendra was somehow linked to this doll and that threw me over the edge. I started sliding my dick in and out slowly and then worked up some speed. I was really riding Kendra hard when cum began shooting up from my feet and out my dick. Okay, I know that cum doesn't really come from the feet but, man, all of my body tensed up with my first real orgasm. I rocked slowly inside of Kendra until all of the spasms stopped and then slowly pulled out of her. Kendra's eyes were closed and I could tell by her breathing that she was just coming off another orgasm, her third for the night. We kissed gently and then I rolled off of her. Kendra rolled onto her side and I lay behind her and we fell asleep while snuggling.

I woke up the next morning feeling sticky from all of the sex juices I had slept in. I gave Kendra's arm a shake and her whole body jiggled. I pulled away from her and gently rolled Kendra onto her back and my heart fell. The face staring back at me was that of a blow up doll. The only real difference in the face was the smile. Instead of the absent minded smile that was present yesterday, a satisfied smile was on the face. It was the smile of a woman who had just experienced great sex from a man she dearly loved. It was that smile that made me jump up out of bed and head for the shower. I made one quick phone call before getting there though and then I jumped in, got clean as quick as I could and then jumped out again.

Kendra's doctor was talking with the night nurse about her condition when I walked up. It seemed like she was doing a little moaning in her sleep and when the nurse went in to check on her a few minutes ago, she noticed a very nice smile on her face. Other than that, there was really no change in her condition.

"Excuse me for interrupting. My name is David and I am an ole friend of Kendra's. I was wondering if I could ask you how she's doing."

"Hi David, I'm Dr. Stevens and I have been treating Kendra since she arrived on this floor. She's actually doing pretty well right now except for being in a coma. We haven't been able to find a specific cause for the coma so we're hoping that she will just wake up on her own when she's ready."

"It sounds like she's just waiting for the right moment to wake up then." I said.

"Precisely." said the doctor.

"Can I see her now?" I asked.

The nurse looked at the doctor who nodded his head and then said "You can go right in."

I walked in and went right up to the head of the bed, leaned over and kissed her on her lips and then whispered into her ear, "Wake up sleepy head. It's almost lunch time."

Kendra's breathing quickened; her eyes began to flutter and the hand I was holding squeezed mine. Soon her eyes were open and a smiled brightened her face. 

"David, I was just dreaming about you. I'm so glad to see you."

"Kendra, do you remember what the dream was about?" 

Her face suddenly reddened and I knew that she was thinking about what we had just done last night. She hemmed and hawed so I let her change the subject.

"David, how did you know I was here?" she asked.

I leaned over, gave her a big kissed and then whispered into her ear, "You told me silly, right before we made love. Remember?"

I stood back with a grin on my face as I watched her face go from shock to puzzlement and then to open amazement. 

"You mean it wasn't a dream?"



Was it Really Her?



Was it really her?

I cannot believe who she was. Even after those years, I never expected to see that "mom" when I introduced myself to my soon to be fiance's mother.

Wednesday

It was a Wednesday night and I was 18 years old. I worked at a local Italian / pizza place that delivered. I had been on the job for 17 months and it was a good place to work.

I was in my senior year of high school and life was good. I got decent grades, was a decent athletes and had a girlfriend or two; nothing steady but had the opportunities to go out for coffee, or go to a movie with and then some heavy petting in the car before I took her home.

Was I a virgin, no, I had lost it back during my freshman year, but the girls I went out with now were only willing to go as far as hand jobs or if Michelle was available, a blowjob.

Of course I was willing to go further, but I was a nice guy and never complained out loud. If any girl wanted to get me off with their hands or mouth I was more than happy to let them.

Friends at school would often ask me if customers propositioned me and the only story I could tell them to that point was of the one night a guy answered the door in his bathrobe and his women was moaning at him to hurry the fuck up and get back to fucking her or she'd have to fuck the pizza boy. I grinned at him, he gave me $20 for a $9 pizza said keep the change and shut the door.

No women came to the door dressed in lingerie or offered to give me a blowjob as a tip. I worked in a suburb of Vancouver and most people of the area believed in respectability over sexuality (at least in the houses I delivered to).

Around 10:30 that Wednesday night it was really slowing down. The dinner rush was over and not many calls were coming in for deliveries. My boss said I could cash out so as I was counting the money for the day the phone rang.

Yes it happens, but that's the life of a delivery driver. As the cook whipped up the lasagne, salad, and garlic bread, I had enough in tips to cover the cost so I paid for the food myself. I would not be out of pocket as the person would simply pay me and that would be my tip money for the night. I could also head home afterwards instead of coming back to work to cash out again.

The delivery was to room 237 of the local hotel that had a bar and bowling alley attached to it. It actually was a nice place and many young adults utilized the location to hang out with friends. The ones of age went to the bar and the ones underage went bowling.

Sure, us under the legal drinking age tried to get served, but the bartenders and servers were really good at checking ID.

I parked the car and found the room. The hotel and their amenities were not busy, but since it was late I was still quiet when I went up to the room.

I knocked gently on room 237 and waited. After 15 seconds I knocked a little louder and I heard footsteps approaching. I heard the chain being unlatched and the deadbolt open.

The lady was on the phone, she held up a finger to give her a second while she ended her phone call. I nodded and waited as she told the person on the phone (there were no cell phones)"that the house hunting had gone okay and she has to see another 2 houses on Thursday and 3 more on Friday".

She ended the phone call and apologized for having me wait. I took notice of the lady. Was she drop dead gorgeous - no. Did she have huge tits and or a big ass or small ass (whatever you are into) - no.

She was a typical average looking women. I put her about 45 years old. Would I fuck her? Of course I would, but at that age who wouldn't I fuck?

We conducted our sale said goodbye and I went home.

Thursday

The next night at around 10:30 I received a delivery to room 237 of same hotel. Just like last night I was able to cover the cost of the food with my tips so I could go home after the delivery.

When I approached the hotel room I knocked and waited. The same lady was on the phone and ushered me into the room so I could put her order on the desk.

On the desk were tons of info on the local area and lots of packages of houses for sale.

I heard her raise her voice on the phone about when he'd be there. Saturday night was a day later than expected and she'd have to look at the for sale houses alone on Saturday as well.

She ended the phone call with a bit of anger and disappointment in her voice.

She cheered up when she dealt with me and she paid me and I went home.

Friday

I had been looking forward to today for a while. I had a date with Michelle and my cock knew what that meant. It was going to be sucked and it needed to be, well I needed to cum and if the date went as usual, it would end up with us in the back seat of the car, my fingers banging her to orgasm while she slurped on my cock and swallowed my cum.

After school I got a phone call from my boss asking me to work and he'd let me go at 8:00. I phoned Michelle and I asked her if she minded if I could pick her up at 8:15 instead of 7:30. She agreed and told me that it was too late to make the movie and to meet her at the bowling alley. I phoned my boss back and told him I'd see him in 15 minutes to take the shift.

I got changed, grabbed my keys, wallet, & condom (mom always taught me to be prepared) and headed to work.

My cock was in a constant state of arousal; it did not feel like it went completely flaccid all night. There were times I had to carry the pizzas to my many deliveries in front of my crotch as to not upset any customers who might have thought I was peeving on them.

I had tonight all figured out. Get off work, head to the bowling alley, play a game or two, then take Michelle home in my car where we'd park in the school parking lot for some late night, back seat, wrestling.

Work went by quickly; there were the the usual orders from customers, no prank orders, and to top off the night, I received a decent amount of tips.

At 8:00 as promised my boss allowed me to cash out and off to the bowling alley I went to meet Michelle. When I got there at 8:10, I got my shoes, a lane, and ordered some drinks and nachos for the two of us. As I put on my shoes I thought to myself how great my timing was as it seemed the place was packed. It looked like I got the last lane.

I kept glancing at my watch and the door to wave at Michelle when she walked in. At 8:30 my name was paged to pick up the food and drinks and I had a phone call.

When I picked up the phone it was Michelle. She was unable to make our date. I silently swore, told her I understood and hung up.

The guy working had given me my order after I hung up the phone, so there I was at the bowling alley, I had a lane, food, and drinks for two and just myself to eat and play with.

I had a decision to make, stay, bowl, eat and drink for the already paid for items, or go home and get bored. I decided to stay. So yes, it looked strange that I was there by myself, but I made the best out of the situation.

That night I actually bowled two very good games, must have been the sexual tension running through my crotch.

After the two games were bowled, I cleaned up the area, paid for the lane and then used the washroom before heading out.

In the washroom I overheard a conversation from two older guys I knew from high school. They had graduated a couple of years ago and they were known as the sleaze bags of the school. These were the guys that would say anything to get into a girls pants and then brag about it the next day.

They were also accused of date raping a grade 11 girl, but no one could prove it and the girl left the area.

These guys were getting ready to score that night. They had been with a lady for the past couple of hours and it sounded like she had finally lost her inhibitions and they had managed to talk themselves up to her room. They all were just using the washroom before they headed up.

As much as I thought those guys were dicks and had no want to do what they had to do to get laid, I was horny and therefore jealous and wanted to see their score for the night.

The guys went out first and waited for their score. I was washing my hands when I heard them greet her. I walked out of the washroom and was surprised to see the mom from room 237.

She was wearing clothes that said "I'm going out for the night". Were they slutty clothes, no, but they said she was up for some fun.

She recognize me immediately and her eyes gave me a signal. She called and waved me over. She gave me a huge hug and introduced me as her nephew to the guys. She made up some story that it's been a while since she saw me and would the two guys mind if she spent some time with me?

I was totally helping her with her story and we were playing off each other. You could see the two guys bulges deflate. They were totally defeated and their faces showed it.

The mom put her arm around my shoulders and I put my arm around her waist. It looked like we were really close.

The guys went back to the bar and I walked the mom back to room 237. We kept our arms around each other for appearances, but she had a hard time walking straight. She kept thanking me for helping out with the two guys. Once back at the room door, I expected her to say goodnight and then I'd leave; she instead invited me in.

She was elegant and liked to party, but you could tell she had too much to drink. That did not stop her from opening up the minibar and pouring herself another drink and turning on the radio.

I was sitting on the chair and she was on the bed. I'd be lying if I said I was being honorable and wasn't trying to look up her dress. When we heard a noise in the hall, she turned to look and that parted her legs enough for me to see her red lace panties.

She asked me questions about the area. What schools were good, where were the great neighborhoods, etc. I did my best to answer her questions and gave other relevant info like restaurant choices.

When a good song came on the radio she declared that she wanted to dance. She hopped to her feet, started to sway her hips and put her hands above her head. She danced in front of me and held out her hands to pull me up. I'm not much of a dancer, but when offered, I oblige.

We danced in a small area of the room and she seemed to be enjoying herself. When a slow song came on, she excused herself to the washroom. I half thought about sneaking out, but my dick told me I was not going anywhere until we knew how far this night was going.

When she returned from the washroom I was looking out the window and she came and stood beside me, leaning in to me and putting her left arm around my waist. She was commenting on the view and how this town seemed to be a good fit for her and her family.

Her hand starts to caress my lower back area. I put my right arm around her back and start to caress her upper back. When my hands touched her neck, she shuttered. When I used my fingertips to lightly move up to her ears, it was as if that was her magic spot.

Her left hand moved from my lower back to my waist and it keep going lower until it was lightly touching my ass. My cock had blood flowing to it all night. Not enough to make me embarrassed in public, but just enough to let me know it needed some action.

When her hand touched my bum, the floodgates opened and I became fully erect.

I was following her neck line moving from ear to ear and her touching became more hard on my backside. When my hand was on her right shoulder I gently used my arm and guided her in front of me and I moved in for a kiss.

Her mouth opened and hesitantly accepted my kiss, almost as if she was struggling with what she was about to do. We stood there in front of the window and kissed for a bit. My hands were stroking her back and neck.

When I stopped to kiss her neck and then followed that by gently pecking up to her ear, she moaned and she fell into me. There was no doubt that she could feel my hardness pressing into her stomach.

Her arms wrapped around me, her hands clawing at my back. It was the mom that first moved her hands under my shirt. At first she just used her hands to touch my skin and give me goosebumps, but as we continued kissing, she used her fingertips to rake my back; almost as if to say I was making her feel good.

My hands were roaming her back and bum, I could no longer feel the underwear I saw when she uncrossed her legs to check out the noise in the hall. Our groins were grinding into each others, dry humping. My hands went to her bum and when I started to gather her dress material in my hands her kisses started to get more intense.

When I had the bottom of her dress, I lifted her up and she clamped both of her legs around my waist. I could feel her naked bum in my hands. My hands were close enough to her crack that my pinkies did not have any material between them and her anus or vagina.

She used that cue to start to lift my shirt over my head. As my hands were holding her up, she could not get my shirt off, so I lifted us to the bed and sat down on the edge.

She was straddling me, her dress hiked around her waist as she pulled off my shirt. She pushed my chest so I leaned back and rested on my forearms. She leaned down to lick and suck one and then the other nipple.

While her mouth and tongue were busy on my nipples, her hands were busy on my buttons. Button flies were all the rage, but in the heat of the moment, they are not as smooth as a zipper. It took her a bit of time to get my fly undone, but that meant my nipples were well taken care of.

When she undid the last button, she went to the floor on her knees. She pulled my pants and jockeys off as she went. I was naked before her. I sat up more and she sat on her knees just staring at my hard full cock.

I had no idea what she was thinking. Was she struggling with the situation - fucking some young man, was she gauging my size, did she like to just stare at erect penises, was she thinking of a way out of the predicament?

With whatever was going through her mind, her hand reached out and lightly grabbed my swollen member. At first she just stroked the length of me, using different types of pressure. Then she changed the speed of her hand, at first fast ten strokes, then slow for ten. Then she mixed up the pressure and the speed.

I was on edge all day about my date with Michelle, and then with the mom doing this I was so close to cumming. The head was not just dripping precum, it was flowing. She used the sticky fluid to coat my entire head and shaft. When she lifted off her hand, you could see the strands of precum that went with it.

She looked up at me, then back at her hand and licked off her fingers. Making sure I was watching her, she opened her mouth, lowered her head, and proceeded to put my cock in her mouth.

I had Michelle suck my cock a couple of times before, but when the mom did it, the only thing to say was "amazing". To this day, I have never felt a mouth so incredible.

She loved having a cock in her mouth. She worshiped my entire penis with her lips, tongue, and her mouth. She knew when and where to put pressure on her lips, where to lick her tongue and how much noise and saliva to use.

The moment was upon me too soon and I warned her that I was about to cum. Michelle would take her mouth off of me and just jerk me to orgasm, but that mom, took me as far down her mouth and proceeded to suck and lift her head up and down as fast as she could go.

Her hands grabbed my thighs tight for leverage and with a bellow, I went over the edge.

One

Two

Three

Shots of cum, exploded out the end of my cock and into her mouth.

When my orgasm was over, she lifted her head off of me and swallowed my cum. I laid back on the bed, my legs hanging off the edge. She went into the washroom and closed the door.

Usually after I came, the date was over, so I did not know what to expect next. I was still lying on the bed when the phone rang. I thought about answering the phone when the mom came out of the bathroom, hopping and stepping into her panties as she pulled down her dress.

She signaled with her hands to be quiet as she answered the phone; it was her family. At first you could tell she was talking to her kids, the conversation sweet and short with lots of questions. After the third set of questions about the same thing you could tell that she was now talking to her husband.

As she was talking to her family I realized that even though I had already cum, I was still hard. I was lying on the bed and was starting to feel self aware of how undressed I was and with seeing the mom put her panties back on, I figured the night was over. By the time I started to move to put my clothes back on, the conversation from the phone started to get heated.

It was obvious the mom was not happy about her husband not being there and how she was doing the work he was to be doing about searching for a new house. I understood that he had made plans to go out with the guys to a football game and that was why he was delayed a day in joining her.

I had managed to put my shirt and my underwear on when I heard the conversation turn sexual. The husband must have asked her what she did that night and she replied that she put on that dress he bought her and the sexy red lace panties, went down to the bar, had some drinks and danced. 

However since he was not there he would not be able to sample the sexy lingerie she packed for him and to enjoy her sexy playful mood brought on by dancing and alcohol.

It sounded like he was trying to engage her in some phone sex talk, but she was mad at him and was in the midst of hanging up on him when I had taken my pants to the washroom to put them on.

When I came back out, to thank her, there she was in a white silky robe, lying in the middle of the bed. The robe was parted and exposed what cleavage she had and the partial nipple of her right breast. Her legs were crossed; her right foot beside her left knee and her right knee was in the air. This allowed me to see all of her right leg up to her hip.

All she said to me was that if he was going to stay home and go to a football game, then she was going to enjoy the room for it's intended purpose; hotel sex.

With that she gave me the come hither gesture with her finger, opened her robe and spread her arms and legs for me. It took me all of ten seconds to undress.

I had read about cunnilingus from a book, so I knelt on the floor and positioned my face at her pussy. I licked all over her pussy. I had no idea exactly what I was doing, I just used my tongue to lick from the bottom to the top of her crack.

She must have known that I was new to this because she took my head in her hands and guided my licking by telling me "just on my clit, the big bump at the top". When I focused my tongue on that spot, I noticed her hands start to pull my hair and her breathing got quite labored. She was panting and moaning. Not loud enough to wake the neighbors but loud enough to let me know I was doing a good job.

I first noticed the liquid expelling from her pussy when I made one of my last licks before she came. It had this taste to it I had never tasted before, but as I flicked her clit, her legs went straight, her ass tightened up, her hands clenched my head, her arms pushed her breasts together and she half sat up as I pushed her over the edge.

As her pussy spasmed from her orgasm, her vocal cords made her grunt at the same time. Her tight, thighmaster, thighs were clamped around my head so tight I'm surprised my eyes did not pop right out.

When her orgasm subsided, she went limp. I kept licking her pussy until she said stop and moved her hands overtop of it.

I stood up and got on the bed beside her on all fours. I played with her breasts. I'd put their size at an A cup and they were not firm, but her nipples stood erect when I ran my fingertips and especially my tongue over them.




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Why Not Wax?



For those ladies (and guys) who have tried shaving some or all of the hair from their hot spots and were less than satisfied with the results, I may just have the answer! For many of us, there is nothing more erotic than the look and feel of a soft, bare pussy...and some girls enjoy when their men are completely hair-free as well. Personally, I like a man to have some hair down there, but not an unruly mass of tangles...trim it up, guys! As for me, I love the way my pussy looks when it is completely bare, but I have had absolutely disastrous experiences with shaving. I tried all of the tips for shaving...using brand new razors, soaking in the tub, using thick creme conditioner, etc. No matter what I did, I still ended up with painfully swollen follicles/pores, itchy red bumps, and downright uncomfortable pain for days. No thank you! Then I decided to try what most salons call a "full-off" bikini wax (not to be confused with a "Brazilian," which I will discuss briefly later on). Yes, I know, most of you are cringing at the mere thought of some stranger applying hot wax to your most sensitive spots and then yanking all of your hair out at the roots...but I promise, it's not that bad! And trust me, you will be SO GLAD when you see the results.

First of all, being self-conscious is an obstacle you will just have to get over, because it's pretty damn hard to do it yourself. And I wouldn't let anyone other than a professional do it, either...no matter how confident your partner may be, you just can't risk it. A trained professional can get the whole job done in about 15-20 minutes, and the results will look much nicer (and you won't feel the urge to punch them in the face when they are done, which cannot necessarily be said for a partner who botches your at-home wax job!). 

A couple of distinctions should be made between the types of waxes that you can have done. First, a run-of-the-mill bikini wax leaves some hair behind, the most common being the "landing strip" (a strip of hair about an inch long, starting at your natural hair line and extending down toward your pussy lips). Some professionals can even shape the hair that is left into shapes or patterns (triangles, hearts, downward-pointing arrows, etc.)

A "Brazilian" bikini wax is when all of the hair comes off...and I do mean ALL. Once the front is bare, you flip over and the crack of your ass is waxed too. Most women don't have much hair in that area anyway, but they feel more comfortable knowing there aren't any strays. Personally, I don't want the wax going anywhere near my ass...and if my guy doesn't like that, then maybe he should leave his hipocracy at the door and go with me to have HIS ass waxed!

What I have my waxer do is considered a "full-off" bikini wax. That means all of the hair is waxed from the pubic area and the lips, all the way down to where the lips end. No flipping over for the backside with this one. 

So, once you decide what type of wax you want and you find a reputable salon to do the job, be sure that your hair is no longer than about a quarter of an inch. If it is longer, you'll want to trim it a little so that it does not get tangled when the wax is applied. And be condsiderate of your waxer...make sure you shower a couple of hours before you go. But don't use any lotion in the area, or the wax won't adhere properly. You may also want to take a couple of Tylenol or other pain reliever about an hour beforehand. This will help dull the sensation when the hair is pulled from the roots. Another very important point for the ladies: DO NOT make a waxing appointment just before or during your period. You are much more sensitive at that time, and it hurts like HELL. (Trust me, I made that mistake only once!) 

Wear comfortable clothes to your appointment; nothing that will chafe the area afterwards. I normally wear a skirt or loose shorts and no panties...this way my skin is not irritated by any clothing rubbing in the area when I am done. When you arrive, you might want to use the restroom quickly, to make sure you are nice and refreshed. When you meet your waxer, don't feel weird about it. Your pussy is not the first, nor the last, that she will see in her lifetime. If you feel uncomfortable or have any questions, don't hold back. You need to let her know this is your first time, and she can help you ease into it.

Once you have stripped from the waist down, your waxer will most likely have you lay on your back with one leg straight and one bent with your knee resting on the table. She will then apply the wax with a wooden applicator. The wax should be comfortably warm, NOT hot. If it feels too hot to you, speak up! I have a pretty high threshold for pain in that area (just look at my username and guess where my piercing is...), and I once made the mistake of not saying anything when the wax was warmer than usual. I received three very nasty burns on my pussy lips...NOT a good time.

After the wax is applied, a cloth strip is placed on top and pressure is applied for a couple of seconds to adhere the strip to the wax. Here's where most people tense up and get ready for the pain...which is the worst thing you could do. Yes, she is going to yank the strip and all of the hair is going to come out at the roots, but if you tense up, it is going to hurt much worse than it will if you relax. I recommend concentrating on taking slow, deep, controlled breaths so that you are not thinking about when the strip is going to be ripped off. Do NOT hold your breath! I'll be honest...it does hurt a bit, but not nearly as much as I thought it would the first time. It's like when you pull a band-aid off your arm...very quick and over with. On a scale of 1-10, I would put it at a 4 or 5. Your waxer will continue this process until all of the hair is removed on one side (or as much as you ask for) and then she'll have you switch legs so she can do the other side. She will then use tweezers to pluck out any stray hairs that the wax may have missed. 

When you are all done, the waxer may apply talcum powder, lotion, or some other ointment to soothe and calm the skin. I have also had my waxer use a product called "Tend Skin," which helps keep the hair follicles clear so that you do not get ingrown hairs. Beware, this stuff BURNS and it hurts worse than the waxing does. However, it works wonders in keeping away red bumps and ingrown hairs, so I think it's worth it. You can buy the stuff and apply it every day for about a week to keep the follicles clear for the hair that is going to start coming back in. 

One thing you might want to consider also: don't plan on having sex or playing in that area at all for the rest of the day. It's just too sensitive, and you can actually cause red bumps and irritation if you mess with it too much. Just relax, you and your partner will have plenty of time to enjoy your bare little pussy!

Now, here's the best part about getting waxed. It's amazingly soft and smooth, and it stays that way for two or three weeks...even longer if you use a hair-inhibiting lotion like Jergens! Keep in mind, though, that your hair grows at all different rates, so you may see some stubble coming in after a few days. These are hairs that were below the surface when you got waxed, and you can just use tweezers to pluck them out. Your hair will eventually all get on the same schedule, and you won't have that issue. 

Another bonus: with continued waxing, your hair starts growing in much softer and thinner, making each waxing less painful. In addition, fewer hairs will grow back in, and that's always a plus. My waxer has told me stories of women whose hair has stopped growing back altogether, and they only come in every few MONTHS to have touch-ups done. The theory is that your hair follicles will eventually get "tired" of having the hair ripped out all the time, and they will simply stop producing more hair. Whatever you do, DO NOT shave in between waxings! Your hair will go back to that thick, coarse texture and it will hurt every time you get waxed.

So, that's about it. The result is a sexy-as-hell look that you and your partner will love. You'll both love to touch, stroke, and maybe even lightly slap it until you're ready for some more steamy action. Not only that, but who wouldn't want to go down for hours on a pussy with no stray hairs getting in the way. In terms of cleanliness and taste, you just can't beat it. YUMMY. 



Wild Party



Elise walked around the trashed-out house in a daze. Her normally wavy and immaculate hair that fell in waves over her shoulders was now frizzy and a bit disheveled. The funny thing was: she really did not care... She was having a good time, between the alcohol and the contact high, she felt amazing. She was glad she took a break from studying to check out the party...

Tyler was leaning against the bar in the kitchen, sipping a red Solo cup. Some chick was talking to him but by the grace of the alcohol, not one word was sinking in. His blue eyes carelessly rolled over the living room full of drunken college kids. He smiled when he saw her: Elise Chambers. She looked around the room, just as unimpressed as he was. She beamed when she made eye contact with him, instantly throwing a 'fuck me' wink in his direction. Smiling, he stood up straight, leaving 'what's her face' in the dust. He heard her calling his name out behind him.

"Hey, Stranger," Elise said when he made it over to her. He wished he could say that he had no idea that she would be here but he couldn't... He knew that wherever a hot party was, Elise Chambers would be there... and Hunter Graham had a reputation for throwing wild, amazing parties.

"Hey," he said, looking down on her from his 6'3 peak. He felt the blood rush to his dick as he watched her brown eyes, roll hungrily over his body. She was such a fucking tease and she had been since the day he met her.

"I think you made your friend mad, Ty," she said, looking over his shoulder at the fuming girl that was staring daggers at them. Elise knew what the girl must be thinking and she felt a bit bad for her. Though she couldn't lie by saying that she didn't enjoy being the object of Tyler Wilcox's attention.

"She'll be alright," he said, not even looking. Everything he was interested in was standing right in front of him with her sexy brown skin and eyes, wearing the skintight, red dress that gripped her ample ass and tits in a way that he's been wanting to since he first saw her walk into his Biology class last year. He had been trying to get her on her back ever since then and this was getting ridiculous.

"You're so mean," she said, turning her head to the side and giving him a small smirk. Elise had wanted Tyler ever since the day he approached her after her Biology class. He used some lame line that would've had a weaker girl on her knees in a heartbeat but she didn't budge. He had been wanting her for awhile but she knew Tyler was the 'love 'em and leave 'em' type and she thought too highly of herself to just give in that easily. Though the moisture collecting in her panties told her that tonight would be the night.

"I'm not mean, I just know what I like," he said, shrugging. Elise felt heat wash over her body and Tyler's lips began to move in slow motion, she was hypnotized by his voice and the occasional feel of his fingers on her bare skin. 

"...And just what do you like, Mr. Wilcox?" she asked, raising her eyebrow. He closed what little distance that was between them and draped his arms around her waist, pulling her in close.

"This," he said, squeezing her round ass tightly in his hands. 'God, I've been waiting so long for this,' he thought to himself as Elise let out a small squeak of approval. She inhaled his sweet, masculine cologne as his erection prodded her lower belly. She was dizzy from the smoke and a little tipsy from the alcohol and it all seemed to turn her on even more.

"Let's take this upstairs," she whispered, looking into his lust-filled blue eyes. Those words were music to Tyler's ears as she snaked her hand between them and discreetly massaged his cock. He silently prayed that he wouldn't cum in his pants... that would really fuck up his reputation. 

Elise grabbed his hand and led him through the throngs of people to the staircase, the crowd parted when they saw the look in Elise's eyes and the size of the bulge in Tyler's jeans... it was obvious that they were going to fuck.

"Ay, Ty... Anthony and Bria are in there!" Tyler's roommate, Justin called to him as they made their way to the first bedroom of three.

"Shit! Are any of them empty?" Tyler asked in frustration. He had been waiting to fuck Elise for too damn long to let some shit like this stop him.

"Na, the bedrooms are full... I dunno what to tell you, Bro," Justin said, sympathetically... he knew how bad Tyler wanted this to happen.

"Fuck!" Tyler said, ready to punch Hunter's mom's ugly vase right off of that table.

"Simmer down, Boo..." Elise said, leaning against the wall. She pulled him into her and attacked his lips. He planted his hands on either side of her and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Before long, he had wrapped her long legs around him and he had begun grinding his hard cock against her hot, wet pussy. He felt the heat radiating from her pussy on the crotch of his jeans as she clawed at the back of his shirt. "Wanna go get me a drink?" Elise asked, breathlessly when they finally separated.

"Yeah... Stay right here," he growled, staring at her. Elise felt a shiver down her spine from his dominance. She watched as his tall, muscular, tanned body disappeared between the people. She knew that she wanted him but would need a few more shots of liquid indifference to go through with this.

Downstairs, Tyler filled another Solo cup from the Keg. "Hey, Ty... How you likin' the party?" Hunter asked... Tyler could tell by his voice that he was totally trashed. 

"It's awesome as fucking always," Tyler said, taking a sip of the beer he'd just made for Elise.

"I heard that you and Elise were looking for a room upstairs," Hunter said, wiggling his eyebrows at him suggestively.

"We were... you have a place I can take her?" Tyler asked hopefully.

"Uh yeah... Home. If the bedrooms are full, I dunno what to tell you, Bro," Hunter said, laughing. Tyler did not share his light attitude about the situation. He look at him and rolled his eyes in exasperation. 

"I'll catch you later, Bro," Tyler said, topping the cup off and walking toward the staircase. When he made it to the spot where he left Elise, his cock deflated to find that she wasn't there.

"Fuck," he said to himself, taking a sip of beer. He walked past the bathroom to find her to be next in line. He walked up behind her, roughly pulling her into his body. "I thought I told you to stay over there," he growled into her ear, causing goosebumps to surface on her skin.

"You did, I just thought that I had time to powder my nose," she said, laughing. He handed her the cup and pulled her out of line. She took a large gulp of her beer and thanked him.

"No prob... Now, where were we?" Tyler asked as he dipped his head down to meet her lips again.

"Just about...there," she said, gripping his stiff prick through his jeans causing him to groan in her mouth. She chugged the rest of her drink before setting the empty cup off to the side. He pushed her against the wall and snaked his fingers between her legs, rubbing her hot, moist pussy through her panties.

"Fuck, Ty," she groaned as he pushed her panties to the side and inched a finger between her slick folds. Tyler felt her heart rate increase as she looked around with wide eyes at all of the people walking around them that were oblivious to the fact that he was finger-fucking her pussy into oblivion.

"Hey, Elise!" a female voice called from the right of her. It was her roommate, Julia, "I'm about to head back to the apartment, you coming?"

"Tell her 'no'," Tyler whispered into her ear as he began kiss her neck. Elise looked at her friend through hooded eyes as she shook her head 'no'. He increased his pace inside of her and added another finger as he leaned forward to whisper to her again, "I said, 'tell her'."

"No, Jules, I'm fine! I'll see you tomorrow," Elise said in a voice that was much higher and shakier than normal but Julia was a bit too tipsy to notice.

"Alright then, your ass better not call me to pick you up," she warned before turning on her heel and walking away. It wasn't long before Elise approached her peak, he heard her moan loudly, the sound sending subliminal messages straight to his cock. Her pussy began to contract on his fingers and flood his palm.

He looked around only to find that a mere few people were looking at them. He turned toward her and licked and sucked his fingers clean of her sweet juices. She watched as his tongue expertly darted between his fingers and his hard blue eyes stared at her enticingly. She wanted him so fucking bad, she could hardly stand it! He watched as her wild eyes darted this way and that to determine whether or not anyone noticed.

"Relax, Elise," he said into her ear as he gently kissed her neck... he wanted her, right there and then. He sank to his knees and reached both hands under her dress, hooking them around the waistband of her panties and pulling them down.

"Tyler, what the fuck are you doing?" she whispered harshly. She looked around as people began to stare.

"Something that I've been wanting to do for a long time, now," he said, hiking up the front of her dress to bury his face in her sex. She gripped his dark hair in her hands in embarrassment and pleasure. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he dipped his tongue inside of her hole and back out again. By the time she opened her eyes, a small crowd had gathered and was watching him work. Her whole body flushed but the last thing that she wanted was for him to stop.

"Eat that shit, Ty!" a male voice called from the crowd. After being egged on by the crowd, Tyler threw one of her legs over his shoulder, spreading her slightly. He slurped the cream that was escaping her pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth.

"Fuck, Tyler!" Elise shouted as her body betrayed her, releasing her frustration on Tyler's soft tongue. Tyler took a final slurp of her pussy and got to his feet to be greeted by cheers. Elise felt the adrenaline pulse through her veins as she roughly pushed him into the wall and got to her knees, earning a few hoots and hollers of her own.

"You don't have to do this, Elise," Tyler reminded her as her nimble fingers fumbled with his belt and zipper. She reached her hand into his boxers and fished out his thick, white cock. She loved seeing her brown hand wrapped around it.

"I know, I don't," she said, looking up at him, "but I want to." She pulled her arms out of her dress, exposing her bare, beautiful tits. Tyler's jaw dropped as his eyes took in the sight of her dark nipples as they puckered in excitement. He reached down to pinch them hard. She groaned before sticking out her pink tongue, running it up and down his shaft, and twirling it around the head. Tyler let out a loud hiss of air as she eagerly lapped the precum that escaped the tip. 

"Holy fuck, Elise," he said as she began to bob back and forth on his cock. His eyes widened as his cock disappeared into her hot mouth and resurfaced again. He was hot, he pulled off his shirt, leaving him only in his jeans as he relaxed against the cool wall. He looked at the crowd of people that were watching them. He had never been one for exhibitionism but this shit was fucking hot.

He grabbed the back of her head and helped her take more of him inside. "Hell yeah! Force that fucking head down!" another male voice called to them. Tyler quickly removed his hand because he didn't want to make her feel anymore uncomfortable than she already did. Instead of being offended by it, she was invigorated. 

She pulled the ponytail holder off of her wrist and pulled her hair back in a messy ponytail without even taking her mouth off his cock. 'That was too fucking hot,' he thought as he pulled her mouth away from his cock. She even looked up at him...disappointed. He fought the urge not to blow from that sexy ass look alone.

"Somebody, get them a fucking chair!" a girl shouted behind her. As if by magic, a chair from the card table was crowd-surfing its way to them. 'Fucking seriously?' Tyler thought as Justin sat the chair down. Elise surprised the shit out of him as she pushed him down into the chair and took her dress off the rest of the way. His eyes bugged when he saw her entirely naked. Nothing could have prepared him for the dramatic curve of her bare hips and breasts... perfection. 

She turned her back to him, her round ass inches away from his face. To her surprise, he planted a hard slap on her ass eliciting cheers from the crowd. Again, he smacked her. She leaned all the way forward, presenting her perfect ass to him. He again surprised her by burying his face in her pussy from behind, licking it clean. 

After bringing her to another orgasm, the crowd began to get a little antsy. "Penetrate! Penetrate! Penetrate!" they chanted as he licked her cum off of his lips. She wantonly eyed the crowd before positioning herself above his cock and slowly sinking onto it. The onlookers applauded and cheered, making her sweat nervously.

Elise gritted her teeth and continued to descend on his borderline painful erection. She let out a sigh of contentment when he was inside of her to his full extent. She had been wanting this as long as he had, she just did a better job hiding it. She leaned forward and began to bounce on his cock to the beat of the music in the background.

"Whoo, Elise! Ride that dick!" a female shouted from the crowd. She bounced harder, her ass jiggling from the impact. Tyler couldn't handle the lack of control so he grabbed her behind the knees and pulled her back flush against his torso, fucking her hard. Elise whimpered at the sensation of being stretched over and over again.

"You take it... God, you fucking take it," said the girl who was eyeing her down earlier as she got closer for a better luck. She was, without a doubt, wanting the fact that Tyler ditched her to be worth it. Elise made eye contact with her and nodded. Tyler continued to fuck her hard, relishing in the feeling of her tight cunt wrapped around him.

She reached a hand down and began to rub his balls. He growled loudly, trying his damndest not to cum. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back as he continued his assault of her pussy. The crowd was getting hyped. "Break the chair! Break the chair! Break the chair!" they chanted as he continued to jackhammer her swollen cunt. 

Before long she was squirting her juices all over his lap. He fucked her through her orgasm, trying desperately not to follow behind her. When her breathing calmed, he got to his feet and picked her up... he wasn't near finished with her yet, he just didn't know where to fuck her next.

"Pool table!" Hunter yelled causing a few more people to yell as well. Tyler looked down at Elise for consent, she shrugged and smirked in his arms. He nodded at the crowd, they made a hole as he carried her bridal style down the stairs to Hunter's game room. He laid her on the pool table and spread her legs wide, giving their onlookers a perfect look at her pussy before giving it a few licks for good measure.

When he felt that he had tortured her long enough, he pulled her to the end of the pool table and lined himself up with her slippery pussy. He ran the head along her tight slit before pushing into her. "Fuck! Tyler!" she screamed as he fucked her roughly. He slammed into her over and over, earning several shouts of encouragement from the crowd. 

"Nicely done!" Justin said as Tyler pushed her legs up by her ankles as he watched her perfect tits jiggle from the impact. Elise squinted her eyes closed as she felt her orgasm creeping up.

"You can take it! Good job, Elise!" a girl said from behind them. Within seconds, she was contracting yet again on his cock. She smiled, feeling relief as well as slight embarrassment at the size of the wet spot that she left on Hunter's pool table. She was tired and her body was aching but she knew that he wasn't finished with her, yet.

Tyler's balls were on fire, he needed to cum... badly. He picked her up and flipped her on her stomach, giving her ass a sharp slap to get her to hold it in the right position. He eased himself into her nice and slow, allowing her to feel every vein, every inch of his throbbing cock. He felt like heaven to her. She moaned his name and raked the surface of the pool table with her nails as he pushed into her to the hilt and increased his pace.

Swimming in her moans, the smoke, and the alcohol, he felt himself begin to tense inside of her. Her eyes rolled back as she felt his strokes get shorter and choppier, she knew that he was about to blow. "Cum! Cum! Cum!" the crowd chanted. Elise looked around lazily and saw all the fists pumping in the air. With a loud roar, Tyler pulled out of her and shot his load all over her ass. Elise collapsed on the pool table, chest heaving.

"Someone get a towel," Tyler called over his shoulder, "A wet one!"

Within a minute, he was cleaning his cum off of her ass and wiping down her swollen pussy. One of the girls brought him her dress and he dressed her, all except for her panties and her shoes. After dressing himself, he picked up her limp form and took her to his car. The liquor had ran its course, now it was time to make sure she got home safely. As soon as he strapped her in, she drifted off into a deep sleep. When he made it to her apartment, carried her up the stairs and pounded on the door.

"You finally did it?" Julia said as she pulled open the door to see her friend fast asleep in his strong arms. Tyler nodded and couldn't help but to look down proudly at his handiwork. Julia shook her head, trying to act annoyed.

"Her room is the second door on the right." Julia said, stepping to the side to let him in, "Feel free to stay with her, she likes you a lot. Just don't start Round Two in there tonight, please... my room is just across the hall."

"Don't worry... If I do, I'll use the ball gag that I keep in my back pocket to keep her quiet," Tyler joked, earning a look of pure disgust from Julia. He carried her into her bedroom and kicked the door closed behind them. He laid her down on her bed. After removing his shoes and shirt, he crawled in beside her. He fell asleep hoping that she wouldn't flip shit in the morning...



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Yes, Daddy



Author's note: This is NOT intended as an underage theme. All characters involved are of legal age. If roleplaying or incest-type themes bother you, click elsewhere. 

Debbie flounced into the room, wearing a red tartan skirt, voluptuous breasts pressing against her white shirt, legs clad in white stockings and feet in thick-soled Mary Jane sandals. Tossing her ponytail, she smiled at the man with the shaved head in the recliner in front of her.

"Daddy, I'm ready for school," she said in her best little-girl voice. "How do I look?"

Jim looked up from his newspaper and raked his "daughter's" form with his eyes. Debbie's pussy grew damp as his eyes darkened with lust.

"My baby girl looks a bit slutty for Daddy's taste," he said sternly. "You're so naughty. That's the third time I've had to talk to you about your attire this week, isn't it?"

She rubbed her thighs together, putting pressure on her clit, which began to throb with the sternness of his voice. It hungered. She hungered.

"Yes, Daddy," Debbie said, her eyes downcast. "I'm sorry. I just like having the boys look at me. And sometimes they touch me, and it feels so good."

Jim folded the newspaper he'd been reading in precise halves, then in quarters, and laid it on the table beside the chair. His eyes took her in once again.

"Look at you," he said. "No bra, and your nipples all hard against the fabric. Look at that skirt! Why, it's short enough you can see those white cotton panties if you lean over. You're going to make Daddy think bad thoughts about you. I think you need to be punished."

Her eyes grew wide.

"Oh, Daddy, no, please," she begged, her pussy growing wetter as she fell further into the role. "I'll be good, I promise."

He motioned quickly.

"No," he said. "This must stop. Over my knees."

She complied, leaning over his knees, her bottom resting on his lap. Reaching down, he caressed her buttocks through the white panties. She wiggled, wanting more of his touch, desperately hungry, as she'd wanted to play out this scenario for so long.

Suddenly a burning pain rained on her right cheek. Then another on her left. Then he caressed her buttcheeks. She groaned. Several more quick blows fell and Debbie let out a shriek. Whether it was from pain or pleasure, she knew she'd never be able to tell. He continued to alternate the hard thwacks with the gentle touch.

Then his hands slid down her bottom to between her legs, caressing the lips of her vagina.

"I feel that," Jim whispered in her ear. "My little girl is all wet, even through her panties. You like Daddy touching you, don't you? You like my fingers there."

She moaned softly.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Do you want Daddy to keep touching you?"

"Please."

"I think you need to pleasure Daddy first. Then you get your reward for taking your punishment so well. Kneel and kiss Daddy's cock, like you did before," Jim said.

He was so demanding. So stern, Debbie thought. She found herself even more turned on. The slight breeze blew cool on her moist panties as she knelt. She loved his cock. Loved the feel of it in her mouth, how it grew in her hand and in her lips. She loved how he groaned when she ran her tongue around the tip.

"I like kissing your cock, Daddy," she said, looking up at him. Removing her lips from him, she said, "Do I do it as good as Mommy?"

"Daddy loves your lips," Jim said. "Daddy loves how you make him feel so good. You make me so hard, baby girl. Do you like that?"

She nodded, batting her dark eyelashes at him as she sucked. First underneath, she ran her tongue, then over the top. She swished her tongue around its circumference and then sucked him deep in her mouth.

"Oooooh," he groaned. "You feel so good. Suck my cock, baby. Suck it."

She paused.

"Daddy, you said naughty words. Can I say naughty words, too?"

"While we're here pleasuring each other, yes, baby, you can. Say what you want. I won't tell Mommy."

Debbie smiled.

"I like ... your," she paused. "...cock."

She felt it twitch in her mouth as she said that.

"Mmm," he moaned, as he reached down and began moving her mouth back and forth on his penis. She soon saw the his thighs and stomach tighten, and she felt his warm come flow down her throat. 

Debbie swallowed frantically.

"Daddy! I swallowed it all! Am I a good girl?" she said brightly.

"You're my very good girl," he said, panting.

"Do you forgive me for being naughty earlier?" she said.

"Yes, baby girl, I do. Now let's go in the bedroom and Daddy will make you feel good."

He led her by the hand, opening the door to the bedroom.

"Lay down," he said.

She did so, spreading her legs, giving him a view of her white pantied crotch and white stockings on her legs. He felt himself grow slightly harder.

"Mmm. That's my beautiful baby girl," he said. "Now take off your panties for Daddy."

She did, and he reached down for them. He sniffed them, and she looked at him curiously.

"Daddy, that's dirty," she said.

"Be dirty with me, my girl."

He knelt down between her legs and gave a long, slow lick to her wanting pussy.

Debbie gasped.

"Again! Please!"

Jim obliged, feeling the wet folds of her sex slide on either side of his tongue, and her hard clit on the return swipe.

After pleasuring him, Debbie was growing desperate for her own pleasure.

She began moving her hips against his tongue.

"Oh, Daddy, don't stop!" she whispered. "Please. Please lick me."

Debbie shrieked as he dove his tongue deep into her pussy, plundering its wetness and nerves with each stroke. One hand moved up to rub her clit as he licked her, and her hands clenched the bedsheets. He pushed her legs up toward her head, exposing her ass, and his tongue slid downward to her tight asshole. It delved in, and she grew frantic. She moaned deeply as his tongue and fingers sped up. Debbie came in a rush and a gasp, shrieking, "Daddy!"

"Daddy wants to put his cock in his baby girl's pussy and make her feel REALLY good," Jim said. "Is that OK?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Do it like you did before. You make me feel so special."

Climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, and pushing her skirt up, Jim reached down and tore open the blouse. The buttons flew everywhere and the white shreds covered the tops of her arms. Her breasts were then open to his gaze, and he reached down to caress them.

Debbie moaned at the lust in his eyes and the feelings that raced to her pussy when he touched her breasts. A caress to the side. A pinch to the nipple. He leaned over, and a lick between her breasts. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

"Oooo, Daddy, please ... I ... I need something!" she whispered. "Please, Daddy, make me feel good again!"

Jim obliged, kneeling between her legs and sliding his cock home. Debbie let out a deep moan as he filled her.

"Yessss," she hissed, briefly dropping out of character.

"Mmmm," Jim said. "Somebody likes Daddy-cock in her pussy."

"Daddy, it makes me feel all good-funny when you talk like that," she whispered. "Move in me again, make me feel even better. Please."

He moved slowly at first, in and out, enjoying the savor of his lover-erstwhile-daughter-pussy on his cock. She moaned, loving the illicitness of the roles they were playing.

"Talk dirty to me," Jim said. "Tell Daddy what you're feeling."

"I love when you do this to me, Daddy," Debbie said. "I love when you touch my ... pussy? ... and make me feel good. Feel special. When that special tickle comes and I get all wet down there, I love that. I love that you love doing this to me. I love making you feel special with my tongue on your ... cock."

His thrusts sped up.

"I like fucking my daddy," she said. "I like it a lot. Does Daddy like fucking his girl?"

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Yeah I do."

He began thrusting frantically, then, harder and harder. Her pussy rippled at the using it was getting.

He reached up and grabbed a breast, pinching it hard again.

"Oh!" she cried.

She felt the orgasm beginning to build behind her knees, first, then the shivers rising to her thighs, then to a supernova explosion in her pussy. She clasped her legs around him with a scream.

"Daddy!"

"Can Daddy give you his man-juice?" he groaned. "Would you like to make a little sister?"

"Yes, fill me, Daddy," she moaned.

He stiffened and she felt pulse after pulse of warmth coat her insides.

They fell next to each other, panting.

"That ... was fun," she gasped out.

He looked over at her, skirt still up over her hips, shirt hanging from her shoulders.

"I think I like you dressed like this best of all," Jim said.



Yes Daddy (Our Great Love Affair)



How does the strongest relationship you've ever known hold up under the stress of jealousies, passion and romantic love? Adult characters. Pure fantasy. 

*

"But Daddy I don't care about that." I murmured as I rolled from my inside spoon position, to face him. I looked up into his eyes and saw that he definitely was wearing his fatherly expression. In one moment we went from lovers to father and child again. 

I sighed and closed my eyes, curling up into my own pillow. Wrapping the sheets to hide my nudity, I childishly wanted distance between us. The pout wasn't intentional, but the effect on him was unmistakable. A kiss, a nibble, a murmured "oh baby" and he was in my arms again. Why couldn't it always be the easy, I thought. The answer came immediately.

"Jessie, baby you know how much I love you, how much I adore every" pause, lick "single" pause, kiss "thing" pause, suddenly drawing my nipple into his mouth "about you."

"Yesss Daddy!" I gasped. Instantly I was his obedient daughter again. I moaned with the sensation of his lips around my nipple, sucking it, bringing it to its full length. I arched into him, hoping he'd move to my other nipple. And somehow he knew, just like he always has, exactly what I needed. Bringing my other nipple into his mouth, he moved between my thighs. Sucking gently, licking, mouthing my breast and then finally, biting, pulling with his teeth. "Oh, God, YES!" I cried. 

I felt his semi-hard cock nudge up against my pussy. He moved against me, his cock sliding between my lips, but not entering. His come from earlier, dripping from me, coating my thighs, making the perfect lubricant for him. He sucked on my nipple again as he moved his slippery cock against my clit. "There Daddy, yes! Please Daddy, oh God!" He pumped against me, harder, harder, harder, until my whole body flushed with my clitoral orgasm. "YES DADDY, OH GOD. FUCK ME DADDY. I LOVE YOU!" 

He held me as I caught my breath, gently rocking his hips, continuing the sensation against my clit, bringing me down slowly. His mouth now gently nursing at my breast, I marveled once again at the genuine pleasure on his face, just from this, from bringing me to mine. 

In the weeks since this started, our great love affair, I still hadn't really gotten used to the sheer power of this, of us. He was so affected by me, by my happiness. It meant so much to him. Not that his didn't mean that much to me, but even at 18, I could tell it wasn't the same. That was actually what the argument, or what was almost an argument, was all about. My happiness. 

Finally he spoke "Baby, I really want this for you. It's important." He looked at me imploringly "Please Jessie, I don't want to feel like I have failed you as a father, that I have let this..." and his eyes dropped "affect your entire life. This was something you used to dream about. I don't want you to give that up." 

"Daddy, no." I brought my hands to his face "I love THIS. I love US. Please don't feel bad about us. Look at me." His eyes met mine and I knew I would give into whatever he wanted. He was so worried about this, about me. I didn't want him to regret what we had. I knew that much. I couldn't stand it if he pulled away from me. "Yes Daddy, I'll go. But just this once Daddy. Please don't keep asking me to do this. I want to be with you. Only you." I curled into the safe haven of his arms. 

He reacted to me with his whole body, holding me, kissing me, rocking against me again. The idea that his comfort could so quickly turn to fiery passion would have possibly disturbed me at one point. The idea that my body would respond to his the way it does would have been unthinkable. In truth, the idea that my body could respond like that to anyone at all was pretty unthinkable. Before we became lovers, I wasn't exactly a virgin, but it was nothing like this. No one had ever known me the way my father did, and that knowledge is what was leading me to my 5th orgasm of the evening.

"I love you so much Jessie, my little baby, my angel." he whispered. His cock had now become completely hard as he continuously slid it between my pussy lips, over my clit, and back again to tease my entrance. "Daddy wants you again, baby. Can I have you? Are you mine?"

"YES, Daddy!" I cried in a muffled shout. His lips were on mine now and there was no more talking. He released my mouth and leaned down to take my nipple back into his. My nipples were definitely getting sore by now, but in that moment, it was exquisite. He sucked hard; I started to come again against his cock. He used that moment to slam inside of me, his well used come making the entrance sticky and adding friction. 

My pussy clenched around him as he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in again. Letting go of my nipple with a wet sucking noise, he began to fuck me in earnest. My orgasm changed, completing itself, becoming an earth-shattering body orgasm. Over-sensitized, all I could do was whimper and moan. His name became a mantra in my head.

I barely heard him as he began to chant "Mine, you're mine baby. No one else, no one touches my baby." My mind registered what he was saying and my body welcomed it. It felt so right. Being his was right. We both knew it. He just hadn't accepted it yet. 

His orgasm arrived with a roar. His body tensed as he poured himself inside of me. He collapsed on top of me, giving me his full weight for one of the first times. I could tell this had been powerful for him, maybe even a bit painful. I hated that this was so hard for him. I moved so that we were face to face. I looked him in the eye, grinned and rubbed my nose to his. "That was a bit more than an Eskimo kiss." I whispered. 

He smiled and kissed me. The tension was broken and our earlier conversation was ended. Neither of us spoke of my upcoming senior prom, or my date, again that night. In fact, the entire subject went untouched until I asked my father to go to the mall and give me a man's opinion on what an eighteen year old should wear to prom.

"So what do you think?" I asked hopefully. The dress I was wearing was gorgeous. One of those very trendy, sexy, slinky, clingy dresses that made truly thin women look curvy. I looked down at myself, at the beautiful material, and then back up to his face. My hopefulness was short lived. His eyes glanced over my form and at best he looked distracted. "Daddy?" I began as I looked past him into the mirror. "Oh.." my voice fell as I caught my own reflection. I could feel myself begin to tremble. I will not cry. I will not cry. It's just a silly dress. I know that. I looked in the mirror again and could not stop the tears as they began to fall. I turned around and tried to hide my face. I stepped back into the dressing room and closed the door.

"Jessie, honey, are you ok?" his voice came from beyond the door.

"Yes, Daddy, I'm fine." I responded, controlling my voice well enough so that it didn't falter. 

"Jessie" he said in exactly that tone. "Honey, open the door." I opened the door; he slipped in past me, closed the door and locked it. "Baby, that dress is not meant for you. You're gorgeous. That dress isn't worthy of you." I sniffled and looked up at him. 

"You're my father. I'd say you're a bit biased." she said.

Daddy tilted my chin up so that I was looking him in the eye. "Sweety, we're in the Juniors Department. These dresses are for little girls playing dress up. You haven't looked like a little girl since you were twelve years old. It's just a matter of style baby. That's all. You have curves these girls would die for. We just need to find you a dress that fits you." His words washed over me and soothed away the sting of the dress from hell. I leaned into him, pressed my face to his chest. 

Letting him hold me for a moment, I enjoyed the closeness. He kissed my forehead and I instantly drew in breath. Even that affected me now. My nipples hardened instantly and I felt a rush of wetness spill onto my panties. I looked up at him awkwardly. Was that weird for him, I wondered? He looked away as soon as my eyes met his and I turned around to finish getting back into my own clothing. I heard the door open and then close. I changed quickly and we left the Juniors Department without another word.

At his suggestion, we visited the Lingerie Department next. He waited outside while a saleswoman took my measurements and showed me a selection of long line bras and strapless corsets. She assured me that these would make all the difference when selecting a formal dress to compliment my figure. 

I chose a black strapless corset with boning and detachable garters. She recommended the right stockings to go with it and mentioned I should select at least a few pairs of panties that would coordinate. She carried my items to the register where my father was waiting. He glanced over the purchases as he paid for them but made no comment. The saleswoman thanked us and then reminded me to use the corset when trying on all dresses from now on.

Our next stop was to the formal section of the Women's Department. I was happy to discover that there I could not only wear a smaller size, but that there was more room for my breasts and my hips. The dresses fit at my waist and made me look busty, not bloated. It was the third dress he brought me that made me do a double take. Was that me? When did I start to look like such a grown up? I was still staring in the mirror when he came back to check on me. 

The dress was a very deep red, strapless, with a fitted bodice, with a slight flair at the hips and a slit that went all the way up to my thighs. I opened the door and I knew from his reaction alone that this was definitely THE dress. "God, you are gorgeous." he rasped. He looked me in the eye and visibly swallowed. From there I couldn't help the flirtatious demeanor that took over.

"Really?" I asked looking at him through hooded lashes. I took my hands and ran them down my sides, barely brushing the sides of my breasts, to my waist and then down my hips. His eyes followed my movements intently.

"Yes." he said barely more than a whisper.

"You don't think it's a bit much?" I asked, tracing my cleavage with my finger.

"It's perfect." he said as he now openly stared at my breasts, my waist, my everything. 

"And what about these?" I said as I gently slid the slit of the dress to the side, exposing my garters where they attached to the corset. I heard him moan and the next thing I was aware of was being pinned to the wall, the skirt of my dress pushed up my waist. His hard cock ground into me as the weight of his body held me in place. I felt him pull the dress down exposing the cups of my bras. Then I felt him push the cups down with little regard, first one then the other. 

He used one arm and hand to steady my weight, but the other one he used to grab, squeeze and pinch my nipples, bringing them to his mouth, sucking on them. I wrapped my arms securely around him, trying to hold up my own weight. I felt him fumble with his zipper, releasing his hard, dripping cock. He rubbed it against my new matching panties, then shoved those to the side and rubbed the head of his cock against my very wet center. I arched back trying to force him inside of me. I didn't have to wait long. At the same time I silently asked for it, he surged inside of me, entering roughly. I could tell immediately that it was going to be difficult to temper my orgasm. 

I could feel the scream begin to build in my throat. His cock inside of me. Fucking me brutally against the wall. My father, my lover, taking me against the wall of a dressing room, not thirty feet away from a roomful of people. I held as tight as I could, fucking him back, riding his cock as I gained leverage. My tits shaking, my breathing hard. I began to tremble and I pulled back to make eye contact. "Oh God Daddy... PLEASE." 

As always, he knew. He brought his hand to my mouth, covering it completely, looking me straight in the eye as he did it. He kept that eye contact until I came violently against him, fucking his cock with every ounce of energy in my body. 

As soon as he knew I was finished, he removed his hand and kissed me harshly, shoving his tongue in my mouth. "mmm Daddy.. yes please... Daddy this feels SO good!" I whisper screamed as soon as my mouth was free. He continued to pound me against the wall occasionally taking notice as my tits would shake, my nipples red and almost raw from the hard sucking. I felt his orgasm approach and did something I'd yet to do to this point. "Daddy, do you like fucking your baby? Do you like fucking your baby girl? Filling my pussy with your hard cock? Coming inside your baby's tiny pussy? Fuck me daddy, PLEASE!" The words affected him immediately. 

He began to spasm and shake, pounding harder and harder until his body stretched to it's it limit coming all he had inside my cunt. My own words, and his reaction to them, sent me spiraling into another orgasm. As he began to come, I clenched around him, milking him hard. We came together finally, me holding my breath, my scream dying inside my mouth. 

Spent and exhausted he lowered me instantly. I leaned myself back into a sitting position, finding the built in stool and sitting down. He looked at me and kissed me hard. He dressed quickly, told me to wait 5 minutes and then come find him in the Men's Department. He left and I stayed exactly there, dress hiked up, pussy showing, tits still displayed, trying to come to grips with the fact that I had just fucked my father in the dressing room of department store. 

It was another 10 minutes before my cell phone started to ring, bringing me out of my stupor. I quickly dressed and met my father at the register. We kept glancing at each other as the salesclerk covered the dress in plastic. I watched as my father paid for it, knowing that it must be killing him. Knowing the next time I wore it, it wouldn't be for him. I would be wearing the dress he bought, that he fucked me in, for a boy not even half his age. 



You Never Know



I moved to Los Angeles from New York about eight years ago, right after my divorce. The marriage didn't last long and ended bitterly. I now live a block from the beach in Santa Monica in a fairly exclusive high-rise apartment building. I quit my job as a graphic artist with a top advertising firm in NY, when I moved and started my own business here. I have about seven big clients who keep me busy and successful. I am lucky in that I do almost all my work from my home. I just need my computer, scanner and internet connection. My name is Steven and I'm 35 years old, 6' tall, 165 lbs, light blond hair, brown eyes, and considered good-looking. The apartment building is about 50% single people, most are attractive and successful. You almost have to be successful to afford to live in this building. I don't get out much both because of my work and a basic shyness. I don't meet people easily. That's probably why I became a graphic artist. I don't even know many of my neighbors. And that is where my problem began.

My apartment is number 10. Directly across the hall is number 11. My last name is Rogers. After I had been living here for a year a new tenant moved into #11. The new name on their mailbox was Roget. I was a subscriber to certain magazines specializing in female dominance, forced feminization and bondage. I also joined several pay sites on the internet about the same topics. One of my magazines, Forced WomanHood, didn't arrive. I wasn't too concerned until I noticed I was receiving mail for apt.11, Roget. I realized that the similarity in our names and apartment numbers was resulting in mail being incorrectly delivered. I picked up the mail in my box for Roget with the intention of delivering it personally. 

Before I had the chance, my doorbell rang. I opened the door to a surprising sight. Most of the women in the building are slender, attractive and physically fit. The woman at my door was very overweight, short, sloppy, and generally unattractive. She was probably about 5'1" with mousy short, curly brown hair. Wearing sweat pants and shirt, it was hard to judge her real weight, but she was very wide. Her arms looked strong and her hand was moist as I shook it. She introduced herself as Susan Roget, my neighbor. I recovered from the surprise and invited her in. I noticed the brown paper package in her hand immediately, and thought of my lost magazine. Her head swiveled as she checked out my apartment. She made small talk, commenting on my better ocean view and how neat everything was. I told her I was a bachelor and liked things orderly. I got the impression she was far from neat. She sat down on my sofa and kicked off her sandals. I sat across from her and could see the filth on the bottom of her feet. Overall, she was not an appealing person. She was looking me in the eye when she said that she had gotten some of my mail by mistake. I tried not to react as we exchanged our bundles. I attempted to check out the magazine wrapper to see if it had been opened, but I couldn't tell. Anyway, it couldn't matter, I thought. I didn't see much of the people in the building anyway. Susan Roget asked if I would help her with some light switches in her apartment, but I referred her to the building manager. I really didn't want to have anything to do with her. 

After she left, I examined the magazine envelope more closely. Sure enough, it was Forced Feminization, and the flap was closed, but loosely. I didn't know if she had seen it or not. In any event, she made no mention of it so I was probably safe. 

Over the next few weeks I noticed that Ms. Roget had many daytime visitors. The apartment bells are loud and voices carry in the hallway. I didn't think much about it other than a slight surprise that she was so popular. I didn't know what she did for a living, but she seemed to be home during the day. I would sometimes check out who was visiting her across the hall by looking through the security viewer in my door. Mostly men, with a few women, all well groomed, but seemingly nervous, and always alone. I only glimpsed her when the door opened and the guests went in. She favored either sweat suit or large print dress, the type that used to be called a muu muu. It fit her like a tent. Sometimes you read stories about a man meeting a dominant neighbor. She is always attractive and sexy. There were some women in the building I fantasized about, but never would my fantasies involve a fat slob like Susan Roget.

I had sent away for an issue of DDI, a directory of dominant women and it hadn't arrived. It was way overdue, and I suspected the mail mix-up again. I had received some more of her mail and intended to use that as an excuse to see if she had mine. Rather than just knock on her door, I telephoned. She answered immediately. Her voice was sexy, if you didn't know what she looked like. She seemed puzzled for a minute, then said that yes she did have some mail for me. She had tried to return it, but I was out when she rang my bell, then she put it aside and had forgotten about it. I'm rarely out, but didn't want to call her a liar. It could have happened. She asked me to wait a few minutes before coming over so she could clean up. I almost laughed, because I thought she needed to do more than cleanup, she needed a major overhaul. 

This was the second meeting with my neighbor, and the first in her apartment. I rang the bell and she answered dressed in one of her print dresses. I did notice she was wearing boots under the dress, which surprised me at the time. She even had put on lipstick! Thick and red, and slightly smeared, as if applied hurriedly. Her apartment was everything I expected. It was a mess. I didn't look as if it had been cleaned in weeks. There were old pizza boxes on the table, open soda cans, filled ash-trays, and dishes in the sink. There was a pile of old newspapers in the living room, and some old underwear and sandals by the sofa. Susan did not ask me to sit down, so I waited uncomfortably standing in her living room. She went to get my mail and when she returned with a surprise. She had one hand behind her back and held my mail with the other. She handed me the package, but I could see that the DDI magazine was not present. It would have been a large brown envelope. I was disappointed, and didn't notice Susan's other had come from behind her back. She held a jockey's horsewhip and was slowly tapping it against her thigh. I must have starred at it, hypnotized, like a mouse dropped into an anaconda's cage. She didn't say anything. Just stood there tapping the whip. 

"Is something missing?" she asked innocently.

"No, nothing. Thank you. I'll be going. I'm sorry to trouble you." I said, turning to leave.

I didn't get far. A meaty, strong hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me around. 

"Not quite so fast, Steven. We have some things to discuss first."

"I don't know what you mean", I stammered. I really wanted to get out of there. 

"I recognized you the minute I saw you. In a building this size I would have bet there would be at least one worth owning per floor."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I have to go." I said turning again.

This time when she pulled be around, she slapped my face hard with her open palm. I went reeling. She was strong. She pushed me down to the floor and stood over me. "Forced Womanhood, DDI, not your standard reading matter. You're a submissive slut just waiting to be told what to do. Well, just think of me as a gardener and you're low hanging fruit. I'm collecting you. You may not realize it yet, but you belong to me."

The quiet way she said it was frightening, yet thrilling. I was submissive, but found her physically disgusting. This was not what my fantasies were like. 

She bent over, so her face was inches from mine. "Now, bitch, get those clothes off." She said in a louder voice. "I'm not going to tell you twice." She was powerful, threatening and physically intimidating. I could not look her in the eye and did not doubt that she was serious. Suddenly she did not seem so comical to me. I removed my clothes and tried to fold them, but she just kicked them away, yelling at me to be faster. Finally, I was naked, still on the floor. She grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to me knees. She produced handcuffs from somewhere and walked behind me to lock my wrists together. Now that I was naked and cuffed, she stepped back and slowly circled me. I suddenly flashed on the image of a shark in the ocean circling its prey. She used the jockey whip to spread my thighs apart, and lift up my shriveled penis. 

"Not very large, is it. bitch. I bet your tongue is longer." She said, looking at me thoughtfully.

I knew my cock was small. It was part of the reason for my divorce. Fully extended it barely reached six inches, but it was very small in diameter. There wasn't even a cockring that fit me. All were too large. I wished I knew what she was thinking.

My head snapped left and right as she slapped me. I hadn't even seen it coming. Then she pulled my head up. My mouth was hanging open and she spit directly in it. "My spit is going to go through your body. As it does, I am going to possess you. You are finished. Get used to it. I am going to be the most important person in your life." 

I was dazed from her hits, and her words. She was crazy. She left the room for a moment, but returned almost immediately. 

"Good. You didn't move. It would have been hard on you it you had. You don't do anything with my permission - talk, move, piss, shit and sometimes breathe."

I hadn't moved because I couldn't. I was dazed, cuffed and naked. She had a lipstick in her hand and proceeded to smear it over my lips. She made no pretense of just covering my lips. That was too much trouble. She just covered everything near them. Then she stepped back to admire her work.

"Now you will be known as Stephanie. Stephanie the Slut. That sounds good. I don't want to see you without lipstick on, either here or in your own apartment. It's just a reminder whenever you look in the mirror about who owns you. And call me Mistress Susan from now on. Now, crawl over to me."

She had seated herself in the center of the sofa. I crawled to her, over my clothes and old newspapers until I was directly in front, on my knees. She pulled up the bottom of her huge dress to reveal knee high boots and enormous thighs. She was not wearing any underwear. "Okay, Stephanie, let's see what I own now. Get to work on my cunt and do a good job or I'll bitchslap you until to pass out!"

I found the idea of sucking her cunt distasteful. Her fat hung in layers. I wasn't even sure I could find her cunt in all that flab. But a small part of me was thrilled and revolted at the same time. I really had no choice. This woman had stripped me, beat me, humiliated me and now intended to use me as her sex toy.

I had no time to think because Mistress Susan grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her thighs. She pushed me in deep and she spread her legs and moved forward slightly on the couch. This position allowed me to find her cunt with my tongue. Her thighs were wet with sweat and her cunt was moist. Obviously capturing and training a new slave excited her. My knees rubbed on the carpet as my weight shifted to plunge deeper into her. I licked and sucked as best I could. There was a lot of moisture and a lot of flesh. Her clit was covered. I sucked, licked, tongued and swallowed. It seemed to take forever. Suddenly her thighs tightened around my head. It thought my head would crack. It was incredibly painful and wouldn't stop. Then, instant relief. I could breathe again. The pain in my head was gone. Now I could notice the pain in my knees. Mistress Susan pulled me away. You could almost hear the pop of the vacuum seal breaking. My chest heaved, trying to move volumes of air. I sat back to take some weight off my knees.

Mistress Susan looked down at me and took my chin in her hand. She moved her face close to mine and looked me in the eye. I lowered mine. "That wasn't bad for the first time, but you had better get good fast. I expect you to do that at least three or more times a day - when I get up, before I go to sleep and anytime during the day I feel like it. Forget about your cock. Its no good to me or probably any woman. You won't need it. I might use it as a leash. I'll have a locking chastity device by tomorrow for you. I was expecting it today. Ha! Ha! - maybe it's in your mailbox by mistake. Wouldn't that be a laugh."

This was going too fast for me. Chastity device, face-fucked three times a day by this blob of flesh, - I didn't want this. For a minute I thought she could read my mind.

"Doesn't sound like what you expected when you walked in here. Well, your expectations don't count. Mine do!"

She prodded me to my feet and had me walk into her bedroom. It was a mess. Worse than the kitchen and living room. I was placed in a chair in front of a dressing mirror. Mistress Susan re-did my lipstick, taking more care this time. She put a long blond wig on me as well as a red bra, garter belt and panties. She got out a digital camera and took some pictures. Then shoved a black dildo in my mouth and took some more. Next, she positioned me on the bed, spread my legs, tied my ankles to rings on the bedframe and put a gag in my mouth that had a dildo on each end. Mistress Susan shoved some KY jelly in my asshole and, in spite of my squirming around, shoved a pink dildo half into my asshole. A snap of the jockey whip on my cock made me stop moving. As a final touch, she put lipstick and then clothespins on my nipples. She did all this without saying a word. The only sound, aside from my moans, was the sound of the camera cranking off photos. She left me there on the bed and went into the other room. When she returned, she told me she had uploaded the images to her website in an encrypted format. She also commented that the close-ups looked great. She was sure the landlord would like to see the photos and well as my employers. She proceeded to mention my clients by name. I was stunned. She must have been in my apartment alone with access to my computer and files. 

I couldn't keep up with the changing situation. I had gone from being concerned that my neighbor might know I had an interest in crossdressing, to being bound, fucked and blackmailed all at lightspeed. I knew nothing about this woman and she now occupied the center of my life. She obviously had been investigating me.

They say that the first part of brainwashing is to isolate the victim from his normal environment. Then subject him to humiliating acts and repeat over and over what you want him to believe. Well, I was isolated, humiliated, and being told that I was now Stephanie, slaveslut, property of Mistress Susan Roget, and I was starting to accept it.

While I was off in my fog, Mistress Susan was disrobing. She removed everything except her boots. She was huge. Her arms were shaky with fat. Her stomach had rolls. Her tits were like watermelons, hanging down under their own weight. Her nipples stuck out like fingers, big and thick. 

"You look so pretty with that cock sticking out of your mouth that it would be a shame to waste it." She said as she mounted me. First she sat on my chest and breathing became incredibly difficult. I could only take very shallow breathes through my nose, and those painfully. She adjusted herself, and with a massive heave, move up to impale her cunt on the dildo gag jutting from my mouth. My head was squashed into the pillow. The little I could see just before my eyes were covered by the folds of her stomach was massive tits swaying over me. My head was pounded into the bed. I could only lay there and hope to survive. I tried to take some air each time she moved upward and brace for the punishing weight to follow. I have no idea how long the torture lasted. I was soaking wet when Mistress Susan finally got off me. I was exhausted, beaten and broken. It was a horrible experience that I would do anything to avoid, but part of me was thrilled to have been her dildo - craved the humiliation of being used by this dominatrix. She was physically overwhelming and against my will, I was being psychologically dominated as well. 

She left me on the bed to recover as she put on her robe. The dildo gag was removed and my legs released. She shoved the pink dildo into my asshole deeper before pulling it out. "You'll be begging me for that one day. I am going to really enjoy making you into my bitch, Stephanie." She said. "Now, lick your pussycock clean." 

She shoved the pink dildo that had been up my ass into my mouth. In and out like a ball washer at a golf course. When she was finally satisfied that it was clean, it got dumped into a drawer. I didn't want to think where it had been before she shoved it in me. 

I had been fucked, photographed and used by her for two orgasms. I was soaked in sweat and hoped that somehow I would now be released. My new owner had other plans. She pulled me from the bed and I stood on unsteady legs. A push from her finger and I was sitting on the side of the bed. She stood next to me, spread my legs and grabbed my cock in her fist. I didn't even try to resist. I was physically beaten and she knew it. 

"Let's see what you've got in your clit" she said milking me. I had no control as my cock got hard under her stroking.

"Come on bitch, give it to me. You won't get many chances like this" she said smirking. I avoided her eyes, and just looked at her tits. I was excited in spite of myself. Under her expert handling, I came in big spurts. She collected it in her hand. Before I had a chance to recover, she held my nose in one hand, pulling my head up. My mouth opened to get air, and she wiped my cum into my mouth. Her hand then dropped to my jaw and held my mouth closed until I swallowed. I gagged slightly. I had never swallowed cum before. 

"Get used to it. I have some men who are going to love you - literally." She giggled.

She wiped her hands on the bed sheet and stood before me. We were almost the same height - me sitting, her standing. Again I kept my eyes lowered. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, forcing me to look in her eyes. Her eyes drilled into mine like lasers. I wanted to look away, but couldn't.

Finally she said, "You belong to me. You may not like it, you may not want it, but that's the way it is. You're not the only bitch I'll get from this building. I have my eye on the brunette in Apt 23. She's almost ready. I give her another two weeks before she's on her knees here. Then there's the guy in 36. He practically salivates whenever I walk by. I can get him anytime. But you were my prize. Cute, successful, alone - no girlfriend or family, works out of the apartment, and best of all - a closet submissive tv. Low hanging fruit. 

Now, a few rules. You will always call me Mistress Susan, when we are alone, with other people, or on the street. You will never be standing when I am in the room. You will be on your knees or prone. You will be available whenever I want you. If you are not here, I will page you or call you. You must be here within five minutes or you will be punished. You will always wear my collar. It is not removable without damage. If you remove it, you will be damaged. I am physically stronger than you and mentally tougher. You are a helpless sissy. You need my control. You need my training. I will give you a cassette tape to play at night to reinforce my training. You will buy and wear women's underwear at all times. Throw out your present clothes tomorrow. You will get crotchless panties, garter belts, nylon stockings and bras. If you go outside, you must wear these under your normal shirt and pants. I will provide a locking cock harness with only one key - which I will keep. You will be able to piss, but not have erections without my permission. You will wear lipstick and lipliner in this building. You will practice walking steadily in high heels until you can handle 6" stilettos. You will spend most of your day in my apartment cleaning, cooking, washing, and assisting me with my clients. Oh, I forgot to tell you. I'm a professional dominatrix. I have men in here on their knees all day. You will also keep my equipment clean. Whips, chains, bondage gear, and your favorite, dildos. I may use you for demonstrations, or rent you out to some women for special parties. Your ass is mine, and I intend to use it".




You Never Know



I listened in disbelief. My world was crumbling. I couldn't believe it. Denial. Mistress Susan had outlined a life of complete servitude. She seemed so matter of fact that I knew this wasn't the first time she had done this. Everything was planned. Rules were in place. Special items ordered. I was the last piece in the puzzle. 

The doorbell rang and I froze in shock. The outside world. Mistress Susan pulled me along behind her, using my cock as her leash. I hurried to keep up. She looked through the spy hole for a moment, obviously recognized the caller, and opened the door. I tried to hide behind the open door, but was pulled out for inspection. Tall grey-haired women stood next to Mistress Susan. She wore a black skirt, white high-collared shirt and high heels. Her thin lips were covered with blood-red lipstick. She almost looked like a strict elementary school teacher. 

Mistress Susan looked at her and said, "Mother, I'm so glad you're here. I have the perfect apartment across the hall for you to live. And you can help me train my new bitch. Between us, she won't have a moment free to worry her pretty little head." She pulled me forward by my cock and said, "Isn't that right, Stephanie? Say hello to my mother, Madame Roget."

Before I even had a chance to open my mouth, Madame Roget slapped my face. Her hand felt as hard as her daughter's. "What are you doing on your feet! Get on your knees immediately." I dropped as soon as she gave the command. Almost without thinking. "Now say hello properly, slave." I opened my mouth to welcome her, and barely got out the first word, when she slapped me again. "That's not the proper way for a bitch to say hello to its owner. Obviously, Susan hasn't had the time to train you correctly. I'll remedy that. Now, crawl behind me, lift my skirt and put press your face into my ass. Lick my entire ass crack and then lovingly kiss and rim my asshole. When you are finished, bow behind me with your head touching the floor. That's the proper welcome I expect." I crawled as instructed and put my head under her skirt. She was not wearing panties, only a garter belt and nylons. I pressed my face forward and started using my tongue. She was very sweaty and I licked her clean. Then I worshipped her asshole and returned to a kneeling position behind her.

"Not bad for the first time. I think it's a good thing that I arrived when I did. You obviously need full-time training and Susan will be busy with clients and working the rest of the building." I looked up in amazement at the mother-daughter dominant duo. This morning I was a free man. This afternoon I was the slut-slave property of an overweight unattractive woman and her grey-haired elderly mother. You never know.

It has been almost three months since I became the property of Mistress Susan and her mother, Madame Roget. My former life seems like a dream, as if it belonged to another person. And I guess it did. Everything Mistress Susan told me the first day has come true. I am her bitch, and her mother's also. They both use me on a regular basis. Madame Roget moved into my apartment. She has the bedroom. My other room, formerly my office, is now the office/gym. I sleep chained to the foot of either Mistress Susan's or Madame Roget's bed. Available for nightly toilet service. And of course the morning and evening cunt-sucking ritual. I never know which dominatrix will use me that night. I am still kept in a state of confusion and have gotten used to following orders immediately and without the slightest hint of objection. They both want me to keep working, so during the day I am chained (literally) to my desk. Since my profession as a graphic artist allowed me to work from my home, my clients did not suspect my new living arrangement. Any pay went directly to my new owners. Mistress Susan has several slaves whose income she controls. Aside from sessions as a professional dominatrix, both she and her mother have made themselves wealthy by accumulating financially successful submissives and taking control of their incomes. I never realized the depth of the information that Mistress Susan had accumulated prior to her conquest of me in her apartment. She had copies of my tax returns, client list, bank statements, resume, medical records and internet membership sites. She played with me like an angler landing a fish. I never had a chance. The same was true about the other people in the building she mentioned. Her words at the time were:

"You're not the only bitch I'll get from this building. I have my eye on the brunette in Apt 23. She's almost ready. I give her another two weeks before she's on her knees here. Then there's the guy in 36. He practically salivates whenever I walk by."

The brunette is Apt 23 was indeed on her knees before Mistress Susan in two weeks. Her name was Carol; now she answers to "cunt". Even knowing what was going to happen, I still was astounded at the speed and effectiveness of Mistress Susan's domination. She had gathered considerable background on Carol's finances and sexual preferences. She even had the private notes from Carol's psychological therapist. Apparently Carol had one lesbian experience in college, but was strictly heterosexual. Mistress Susan changed that quickly. Carol was no match for her physically (neither was I), and the threat of continued pain made Carol very compliant. Her bondage was more severe. She was tied with ropes in very uncomfortable positions, usually leaving her cunt, asshole or tits available for easy access. Her tits (36c) were squeezed in tight rubber bands and her nipples pierced and hung with weights. Her cunt was filled with all manner of objects - broom handles, coke bottles, flashlights, cucumbers, and her asshole was abused in a similar manner. Her mouth was assaulted and she almost always had a gag or dildo in it. She was forced to swallow pills that made her more malleable. I have no idea what they were. After three days, "Carol the Cunt" was added to the list of possessions of the Roget family. 

"The guy in 36" was no problem at all. He was practically a slave even before he walked into the trap. He was not a prize specimen, but he did have a trust fund income that made him a worthwhile addition. After the first day, I never saw him again. He was sent to another state, to one of the Roget's relatives. I have no idea where, who or why. 

Madame Roget continued my training whenever I was not with Mistress Susan. I now cleaned both apartments on a daily basis. I also cooked all meals, which were eaten in my old apartment. The food was ordered over the internet from companies like grocery.com. It was always left outside the apartment door. I became adept at cooking meals to their taste. I would serve all meals as their waitress and eat the leftovers on my knees from a dog dish. I was not allowed to use my hands. I was given water the same way. 

Madame Roget decided to pierce my ears for earrings. Mistress Susan liked the way the earrings looked so much that she pierced my nipples and cockhead. Small gold rings were locked in place. Chains linked the nipple rings together and a separate one hung from the cockring. I was locked to my desk to work by attaching both those chains to an eyebolt in the desk. I could not leave my desk until my owner released me. I was also branded. Madame Roget showed me the branding iron. It had been in the Roget family for three generations. It looked like a cattle brand except it was smaller and said "Property of Roget". The pain was excruciating when the heated iron was seared into my upper right asscheek. 

I am always dressed as a sissyslut. I have become proficient at makeup. My real hair is growing out, and soon I will forego the wig for my own styled hair. My body is kept free of all other hair. Even my balls are shaved smooth. My cock is kept in a cage made of steel wire. It is locked in place, but prevents me from having an erection. I can piss or be tortured through the cage. The chain from the cockring easily passes through the cage. I have become proficient in walking in high heels. The pain was incredible at first, but I eventually learned to accept it. Three inch heels are for everyday use and the six inch stilettos are for "playtime". My asshole has been trained to accept larger and larger dildos. A buttplug is usually locked in place to keep me expanded. Mistress Susan uses my mouth on a continual basis. I have become skilled at sucking her cunt regardless of the position in which I must perform. I am even used as her douche. I fill my mouth with soapy water and force in into her cunt. I must do this until her cunt is clean. The soapy water I swallow usually makes me sick, but that is not an accepted as excuse. 

Madame Roget on the other hand was not as physically overwhelming, but much more of a disciplinarian. I was always bound, and dressed as her slut. The slightest infraction was excuse for me to be bent over, wrists locked to ankles, ass up in the air and caned until I cried. Another favorite of my owner was to order me lie on the coffee table, tie my wrists and ankles to the table legs, remove my cock cage, and whip my cock and balls. She loved to watch my balls swell. The third punishment involved the round dining table. I was forced, face-down on the table. Eyebolts had been attached to the bottom of the tabletop to allow my wrists and ankles to be tied. The table was expandable by placing additional leaves in the top after it had been pulled open. Madame Roget liked to pull the top open, lay me across it perpendicular to the opening, my cock and balls between the open leaves. The top was then pushed together with my cock and balls hanging down. A heavy weight was attached to the cockring. She could fuck my ass or beat it, make me suck her strap-on, or beat my balls by flicking her cane under the table, hitting me from below. I was helpless as the weight attached to the cockring made any movement painful. 

If someone had told me six months ago that I would ever eat shit, I would have laughed out loud. I'm not laughing now. Madame Roget considers shit a part of a slave's diet. I didn't want to do it the first time she gave me the order. By the time she was finished convincing me, I was begging to be allowed to eat it. Now I don't say a thing. I just get on my knees, crawl to the bowl and pick out a piece. I think the next step is her feeding it directly into my mouth from her asshole. She already had a portable toilet seat in the bathroom to be used when she feels like sitting down to piss, but still wants it in my mouth. She uses my tongue as toilet paper when she pisses or shits. Mistress Susan uses me as toilet paper also, but hasn't required me to eat her shit. Yet.

I have been in some sort of bondage every minute since Mistress Susan collared me. I am rarely alone. Either Mistress Susan or her mother has been close by. Every second of my day is occupied with their tasks. I make no decisions. I have no schedule. I only follow their orders. 

They seem pleased with my progress. I have given up trying to resist. They are both so overwhelming - physically and psychologically. They understand me better than I understand myself. Maybe I really always needed this. I don't know that I wanted it, but again, I have no choice. And now I can't picture my life any other way than under their control. 

I occasionally see "Carol the Cunt" in Mistress Susan's apartment. She is usually bound, blindfolded and dressed like a cheap whore - heavy lipstick, skimpy tight clothes, and high-heeled shoes. Her arms are locked together behind her in a leather armbinder. It is a single tight leather tube that keeps both arms together and extended straight behind her. The position pushes her shoulder blades back and her tits out. It looks very uncomfortable. Carol never says a word. Her tits have clamps on the nipples which are removed periodically by one of her owners. Carol's pain is obvious as they pull the clamps off. When she is seated, her short skirt barely covers her cunt. Once, when I had gotten a bonus from an advertising client for an exceptionally good job, Mistress Susan removed my cockcage and had me stand in front of "Carol the Cunt". Mistress Susan didn't even say anything. She just snapped her fingers twice. At that signal, Carol immediately opened her mouth and leaned forward, searching for my cock. When she found it, she sucked like her life depended on my cumming. Perhaps it did. It felt so good, I didn't care who was doing it. I came very quickly. Mistress Susan pulled me back and re-attached the cockcage. Carol sat back in the chair. Mistress Susan patted her head, the way you would pat a dog. 

"Save your energy for the party tonight." Mistress Susan told Carol. "If you do a good job, I'll let you suck my cunt tonight"

Carol spoke for the first time. "I will, I will" she promised with the first trace of enthusiasm. "I'll make you proud of me. I'll be the best bitch they every saw. I'll do anything for you."

"I know you will, cunt. You're mine." Mistress Susan said matter of fact.

It was hard to believe that Carol was the same woman who I met four months ago. That Carol was arrogant and snobbish. This Carol was a puppet. She clearly demonstrated the Roget family's power to capture, dominate and control.

I still had trouble grasping the extent of their empire. I got hints that Madame Roget had two other daughters, who were operating the same way as Mistress Susan. I had no idea of how many slaves they controlled or the profit generated. I did not even know how long the Roget's had been collecting slaves and their incomes. There can't be that many successful people who could be taken without questions being asked. It was true in my case, but I was different, or was I? The Rogets were certainly successful, didn't seem to worry about any authorities, and ran a professional operation. I didn't have time to worry about it. I was too busy performing my own tasks as their slut. 

True to her word, Mistress Susan did use me for demonstrations, and rented me out for special parties. I don't know where the women came from, how they knew about the Roget's or their services. Two women were in Mistress Susan's apartment when I was led in by Madame Roget. I was completely decked out in my slut uniform and pulled me along in my 6 inch heels by the chain attached to my cockring. My hands were locked to the posture collar on my neck. A chain attached to my ankles forced me to take small mincing steps. My lipstick was thick and visible around the dildo protruding from my mouth. The vibrating dildo up my asshole was not visible, but a constant reminder to me. The rest of my attire was standard - bra with big inserts, garter belt, crotchless panties with my cockcage sticking out, nylon stockings, and blond wig. The conversation stopped when I minced in. The women were in their late fifties. Their figures were fleshy, but in fairly good shape. They were dressed conservatively and wore jewelry, which, if real, was very expensive. They did not say anything directly to me, but rather questioned Mistress Susan.

"Are you sure he's clean?" The blond asked.

(They would have been more concerned if Mistress Susan's apartment hadn't been immaculate considering her sloppy attire.)

Madame Roget answered. "Just call the slut, it. It's definitely not a 'he'. And yes, it's clean. I make sure of that myself."

They were not about to question someone who looked as severe and confident as Madame Roget on that score.

"Any limitations?" the brunette inquired.

Mistress Susan smirked, "None. If you break it, you bought it. If you want either my mother or myself along it will cost extra, but you might consider the show worth it. We're very creative."

"No, that's okay. I think we can use it just fine."

With that comment, Madame Roget pulled my chain and led me back into her (formerly my) apartment. Financial arrangements must have been finalized, because the next night I was dressed in new all-leather undergarments - bra, garter belt, neck collar, wrist and ankle cuffs. My hands were cuffed behind me and locking 6" stiletto shoes were locked on my feet. The two women I had seen previously came to pick me up. I saw that they were both dressed in all-leather outfits also. The blond had on thigh high boots with sharp-pointed spurs that made a noise when she moved. A long monk's cape was placed on my shoulders, the hood covering my head. The garment reached to the floor, hiding my heels. A leather blindfold was tightly fitted to my head. To check if I could see, Mistress Susan had one of the woman slap me. It took me by surprise, and my cheeks stung from the blow. I almost fell down. Since someone was holding taunt the chain attached to my cock, I could have been really injured. This was not a good omen for me. My cock cage was left off so they could use me any way they wanted. 

The evening is a blur. I was given some drug that made everything seem unreal. I can't say much more about the evening other than I left, seated in the back seat of a car and returned in the truck, in the fetal position. Those women got their monies worth. My balls were swollen, my nipples were sore and throbbing, my asshole was on fire and I must have been covered in welts and heel-marks. There are a few clear memories. I remember spurs digging into my back as a woman locked my head with her thighs. She must have used my tongue for 5 orgasms. I'm sure she was the blond who picked me up. She whispered in my ear just before the trunk lid was closed, "When Susan is tired of you, you're mine. That's a promise." 

I much preferred Mistress Susan and Madame Roget. Better the devil you know. It was the difference between owning something and leasing it. At least the Rogets wanted to use me long term, although Mistress Susan did say "You break it, you bought it." She thought of me as her property and had trained me to think of myself the same way.

Last week I made an interesting discovery. I overheard part of a conversation between Madame Roget and a trust officer at a bank. At least that's my guess. They were discussing someone's assets. After hearing that, it occurred to me that the Rogets might be getting information on whom to devour by learning about their trust funds or inheritances. Then they could narrow down the list to people who were alone and still further to those who had any submissive traits. It didn't tell me how they picked me, or some other people in the building, but it fit the guy in apt. 36. I didn't have a trust fund, but fit the other criteria. Then I remembered that my ex-wife had worked in a bank. Maybe she had mentioned my name to someone involved and they knew I would fit the rest of the "slave" profile. Maybe it was even on purpose. I'll never know. But at least it made some sense to me. Regardless of how it happened, I now belong completely to the Roget family. The combination of physical and mental torture, drugs, brutality, humiliation, sexual stimulation, conditioning and deprivation has changed me. My self-image is of a slut. I must obey my owners. It gives me pleasure to be used by my masters. I will do anything. There is no act too humiliating, nothing I will not do or have done to me. I am docile, submissive, obedient, and trained. Two women I never would have looked at twice, now are at the center of my universe. I long to worship their bodies, to eat and drink their waste, to be used for their pleasure and comfort. My bondage is unnecessary now. I wouldn't escape if I could. Where would I go. They have made me into Stephanie the Slut. I am their bitch. 

Another four months have passed since I last wrote. More changes have taken place. Mistress Susan decided it was time to make more permanent changes to me. I was drugged and delivered to a clinic for some cosmetic surgery. I now have breast implants (36D), collagen injected lips, and a liposuction-narrowed waist. The physical recovery period was painful and intense. Mentally, I feel both humiliated and thrilled by my appearance. I am more useful to my owners and feel even more under their control. 




You Never Know



When Mistress Susan is meeting a new client, she will have me present in her apartment. I am decked out in the usual attire except for the cockcage, but my cock is pulled back by the chain from my cockring into my ass so it's not apparent. My 36D tits are bare. When I am not wearing a bra, I am in a tight black corset. My waist is being constricted more each day since the surgery. The goal is 22 inches. I'm about 25 inches now. A thin chain connects my two nipple rings. My hands are tied and arms pulled over my head. I am suspended from a hook in the ceiling. The 6" stiletto heels just touch the floor. My own blond hair has grown out and is long and styled. My lips are full and shiny with glossy red lipstick. My mouth is filled with a red ball gag. I look like a real woman, bound and helpless. I am used as an example to new clients. They all see me and wonder. Mistress Susan will lower me to my knees and remove the ball gag. I am ordered to suck the client's cock until he cums. Afterwards, Mistress Susan reveals my cock and makes the client understand that the same thing can happen to him. These hourly slaves get really excited with the fantasy and usually become regulars. Their fantasy is my reality. 

I still sleep chained at the foot of the bed of either Mistress Susan or her mother. The wake-up ritual consists of me sucking cunt and being used as a toilet before being allowed to make breakfast for my owners. I am fucked by both on a regular basis, although Mistress Susan is rougher and uses larger dildos. I have adapted to her size and learned how to satisfy her with minimum injury to myself. I have also been trained to hold my breath longer because, in her excitement, Mistress Susan has made me pass out many times. 

Mistress Susan has a little act she likes to show to guests. I am positioned on the floor on all fours like an animal. My tits hang down and my cock is released from its cage. Mistress Susan sits next to me and grabs my tit with one hand and cock with the other. To the tune of "Old MacDonald Has A Farm" she alternates milking my tit and my cock. I must moo during the song at the appropriate places. I am stroked to ejaculation and then forced to lick up my "milk". Then she attaches a leash to my collar, and I follow along, still on all fours, mooing, as she leads me from the room. 

Madame Roget told me that the surgery performed on me was expensive, and I must work to cover the cost. She has begun taking me to small men-only parties. I am placed on my knees in a bathroom with arms behind me and wrists locked to my ankles. A posture collar is locked around my neck and a thick chain run from the collar to a plumbing pipe under a sink. I am available as party entertainment. How would you react if you went into a bathroom and saw what you thought was an attractive blond woman with bare 36D nipple-ringed tits, black corset with garters attached to black mesh nylons, moist red bee-stung lips, bound and chained, kneeling on the floor. Only I am aware of the large dildo shoved up my asshole and locked in place. Written on a sign on the wall above me is "This is Stephanie the Slut. She loves to suck cock. Please use her with our compliments". Most men shove their cocks in my mouth. Some piss in it or even use me as an ashtray. Madame Roget will come in about every 30 minutes or so to refresh my lipstick and make sure I am performing properly. I will be available for use for about three hours at a typical function. I did go to a women's meeting once. The sign was changed to "suck cunt", and my cock was visible. The chain from the cockring was attached to the one from my nipples. The women quickly discovered that jerking on it was an effective way to make me more enthusiastic in my performance. There was a longer line than usual for the ladies room at that party. 

I haven't seen "Carol the Cunt" in a long time. There have been two other slaves collected by the Roget's in the past four months. I never saw either of them before. Their initial training and conditioning took place in Mistress Susan's apartment. When they were broken, and accepted their new slave status, they were sent somewhere else. One was male the other female.

It has now been over seven months since my branding. I feel special because I am still here and used as a personal slave while the others have moved on. I no longer think of Mistress Susan as fat or Madame Roget as old. They are simply my owners. I am in awe of them. The Rogets are molding me physically to their specifications. They control my thoughts and I think what they want me to. I don't even hear the audio tapes at night anymore; I am so used to them. I have been feeling the need to be constantly fucked. I need a dildo or cock in my asshole, my whorehole. I need to work for my owners sucking cock and cunt and being fucked. That is what they want. That is what I need.



You Never Know



You never know what might be getting yourself into when you meet strange older men in a bar.

They say curiosity killed the cat. Well, curiosity has not killed this little kitten yet, but rather has take her to a whole new world where she has explored, learned and discovered feelings of complete pleasure, one right after the other. Discovered a world that she never knew would make her feel such ecstasy. To become one mans cumslut, cockwhore, you never know what might happen when you talk with strange older men in a bar.

I should have known what was coming after when I was leaving the small little hotel after being with Dan for the first time. Even with first time jitters I left him feeling as if something amazing had just happened. It was like nothing I had felt before from start to stop. His kisses were gentle yet strong. His touch was the same way. His tongue, how it pleasured me as I watched him taste and take in my cunt. His cock was hard thick and long, and right from the beginning I was turned on from the sight of it and wanted to lick and suck it. To feel it penetrate my sweet wet pussy lips, what joy it brought me the first time he slipped that hard cock inside me. Dan seemed to know right from the start where to go and what would bring me to a point of cumming again and again. He just seemed to have that sense of what would pleasure my sweet cunt the most. Everything that night was new to me even the way he looked at me, it was so intense, I have never had anyone look at me like the way he looked at me that night. Whether I was just lying there or cumming the way he looked at me made the night more intense and hot. Not to mention how he took control and led the way and placed me in positions where he wanted me to be. Some times you never know what you are getting into when you meet a strange older man at a hotel.

After the first meeting at the small hotel, we continued to chat online and chat about how hot the first time was. We chatted more of what we liked sexually liked and what some of the acts that we would enjoy doing with each other. I believe online is where we the talk about being a cumslut began. I will be honest, I wasn't sure what to think of the idea of being Dan's cumslut (it was a new idea to me), but I didn't let that stop me from continuing. The way he looked at me had me hooked (also the way he fucked my tight wet little cunt hooked me too) With in those conversations talk of how he took control came up and how the thought of being tied up or handcuffs was a turn on. I guess he listened because our next meeting surpassed anything I could have fantasized about.

I remember getting to the same hotel that our first meeting was at. I knocked at the door to the room where Dan had told me to go. AT the door I was nervous but very excited. Dan opened the door and invited me in. As he closed the door he took control right from the start. He grabbed me and kissed me and then pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard and deep. I remember my hair clip hit up against the wall, I pulled it out so I could let my hair down. Dan kept kissing me deep hard with his tongue playing with mine. He pulled my hips into his where I could feel the hard bulge in his pants. Feeling that cock made me want more and I started to pull his shirt out of his tight wranglers.(god I love those wranglers) As I did that he unbutton my black jacket and pulled if off exposing my black and blue bustier. He then reached down and started pulling up my skirt, showing my black thigh highs. I was pressed up against that wall for sometime. It was a bliss feeling that cold wall on my back. After sometime Dan took me over to the middle of the room and turned my back to him. I didn't realize what would happen next as he reached back behind him on the dresser to grab something and before I new it I hear the click of hard steal handcuffs wrapped around my wrists. Dan took control that night. 

I remember the one thing that made me start to feel like his cumslut was earlier that night up against the wall I had tried to reach and play with his cock but he wouldn't let me, but now with the cuffs and a blindfold on he then with his pants down pushed my head down to his cock where he took his hard thick cock and shoved it deep in my mouth. I had never been forced feed a cock like that before, He went so deep that it almost choked me, but the feeling of his hard cock being forced into my mouth was very erotic to me. I loved it from the start. After Dan had me suck his cock for a little he stood me up and shoved me down onto the bed, With my face down in the bed and my ass up in the air with my skirt up around my waist, I felt very exposed and vulnerable (as if I was about to be raped). I could not see what was going but just sounds from Dan moving around. Lying there on the bed waiting to be taken my cunt got wetter and wetter. It was so exciting and so intense that I didn't know what was about to happen to me but I new I couldn't wait. I felt emotions that night that I had never felt before. It was exhilarating. That is when Dan first started calling me his cumslut, his cumwhore.I wasn't so sure of what to think of it. It turned me on , but also made me wonder if that is all he thought of me was just another woman to fuck to use for a time then throw away. But I was so turned on that I let him continue to use me I was so turned on and wet. One other thing I love about Dan is his cum. God I love to see him cum. And that night with my hands tied up I sucked that man till all his juices shot right out of him all over me, into my mouth and on my lips and in my hair. I was such a mess but I loved every last drop. I was truly his cumslut now with his cum dripping from my mouth and hair. 

I look forward to sucking Dan's cock. He has such a wonderful cock. It fits me perfectly, the length and thickness, makes me want to beg for it. Whether it is in my mouth or in my cunt. I can never get enough of his cock. I truly am his cumslut and I love it. I love being used by Dan and my goal is to please him and to do what he says. If he says I can't cum yet, then I can't..If he says to cum I will cum for him.

One last thing that makes me Dan's cumslut has everything to do with my ass. I have never been the type that has been into anal. But even that I have turned over to Dan. I trust him and know that he will take it slow and be patient as we work on getting my ass ready for him to fuck it. He talk's about being able to fuck my ass, and god I have never been turned on by that till I became Dans Cumslut.

I was asked to write this short letter by Dan. So he could ready how I feel about being his cumslut. Well, I hope that through this letter I have been able to express how I feel and if I haven't let me try now. To be Dan's cumslut,cockwhore makes me feel way I have never been before. With him I can truly experience acts of pleasure I have never had before. To be able to have his cock shoved into my mouth is a privilege not a chore to me.

I guess I would say there is no other man that I would like to be a cumslut for. And Dan (SIR) makes me want to be a better cumslut



You Never Know



For the university janitorial staff, the end of the spring semester was the payoff for months of dwelling as phantoms among the rich students whose trash they collected, whose dirt they scrubbed off dormitory floors, whose ivy they trimmed. Once the students had filled their cars and storage units to bursting, items they didn't care to drag home were tossed in the trash or left abandoned in the halls: clothes, furniture, books, electronics. You just never know what you might find.

As the crowds flowed out of the red-bricked dorms, heading to summer vacation and poolside relaxation, this jumbled scene was left behind for us, the janitors.

Emily loved picking through the piles of other peoples junk. The hard bodied, petite junior had chosen this seemingly unattractive task as her summer job every year since she was a freshman. The finds this year were not too bad: a designer belt that cinched snugly around her trim waist, several textbooks to sell back to the bookstore, and two twenty dollar bills that were wedged inside a desk drawer. After sorting through the trash piles on three floors of the sophomore girls' dorm, Emily's feet ached, her back was stiff and several chestnut curls had escaped her braid and were clinging to the sweat on her forehead and the back of her neck. Just a couple more dorm rooms to check out before she could head to her apartment and a steamy, muscle-relaxing bubble bath, she told herself.

Room 214-C was relatively empty, yielding only an old Cosmopolitan Magazine, a few stray bobby pins on the sink edge and a cardboard box shoved to the back of a high shelf in the closet. She discarded the smaller items and jimmied the box open, hoping for an expensive pair of shoes or, as one of the other janitors had found, someone's forgotten pot stash.

She blushed at the bright pink item that lay inside and guiltily sneaked a glance into the hall. No, she was completely alone with someone's abandoned vibrator. Having never owned one herself, Emily removed it from its plastic packaging and stared at it curiously. It was made of a glittery, jelly-like material and was ridged with life-like veins. The faux phallus was as long as her forearm, Emily noted as she squeezed the toy in her hand. She thought of her ex-boyfriend as she caressed the shaft, running her thumb around the ridge underneath the head. "He sure was a bastard," she sighed, "but he had a beautiful cock." But this cock was gorgeous too. Maybe it was fatigue or maybe it was the fact that she hadn't had some decent sex in almost three months, but just stroking this thick, pink rod was awakening a pleasant throbbing between her legs.

She couldn't ignore the exquisite tingling sensation when the seam of her jeans pressed against her mound, but could she masturbate here, at work? Almost every night she writhed on her bed, rubbing her blood filled clit to a nearly body trembling orgasm, but she'd never dreamed of touching herself in public. She slid the switch on the base of the vibrator to ON and much to her delighted surprise, the batteries were still charged. She rolled the vibrator along her clothed thighs as she quickly unzipped her pants while hurriedly pulling her jeans and thong down to her ankles. Emily slowly glided her middle finger between her warm, fleshy pussy lips. Her breath quickened as she felt that even her inner thighs were sticky with her wetness. With the still buzzing sex toy in her right hand, her left hand explored underneath her shirt and into the flesh-filled, lacy cup of her bra. The breast weighed heavy in her hand as Emily squeezed a hardened nipple, eliciting a slight twinge of pleasurable pain.

No longer able to resist, she eased the head of the jelly cock into herself. Closing her eyes as she leaned back against a desk, she gave her pussy the full length of the super sized vibrator and rocked her thumb against the sensitive nub of her swollen clit. Emily clenched her muscles and slid the cock in and out of herself, imagining that she could actually feel every sculpted vein teasing her opening as every nerve in her body was affected by the finger frantically circling her clit.

"My God, that's hot."

Emily's eyes flew open to see her redheaded co-worker Liz standing in the doorway.

Liz smiled mischievously. "Need some help?" Without waiting for an answer, she closed the door and strode over to Emily. Though she had never thought herself an exhibitionist, Emily's heart pounded at the idea that Liz had been watching her pleasure herself. The redhead pulled off her shirt, revealing small, yet well defined breasts that were splashed with a light splattering of Angel kisses throughout.

"Keep fucking yourself," Liz breathed in Emily's ear while cupping her buttock. "I want to finger your ass." Emily bent forward, steadying herself on the desk while twisting the vibrator in her pussy. Liz gradually worked her right index finger into Emily's puckered hole then reached around with her other hand to stroke Emily's protruding button.

Emily moaned with lust and impatience. "Make me come!"

Liz sped up her fingers, rolling and rubbing Emily's clit and thrusting into her ass. Their slick fingers met again and again as Emily rapidly pumped the fat dildo into the depths of her pussy. Emily could feel Liz's stiff nipples on her back and her breath panting heavily as the redhead pressed into her. Her whole body tightened, pushing back against Liz's form and fingers. The wrenching release started in Emily's belly and radiated through her legs as she screamed and creamed and came with roughness and wanton abandon. She groaned as the tremors of pleasure coursed through her cunt and curled her toes. The thrusting and rubbing combined with the buzzing until their shared climax refused to be denied any longer.

Emily struggled to catch her breath as Liz smiled that conspiratorial smile again. "You just never know what we might find, do we, Emily?" 



You Never Know



Note from the Authoress: For any one who has read the Julie Journals they will know I always mention that my stories are a mixture of fact and fantasy. The content of this story is pure fantasy but the characters are fact. For that reason I have not included this as part of the Julie Journals. It is dedicated to a woman who I know and love very dearly.

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Amanda sat at the bar staring at the door with a longing look on her face willing that the next person to walk in would be the woman she had travelled 12,000 miles for a chance to see. Her heart sank a little when through the doorway walked an elegant woman with long blonde hair that fell straight to her shoulders. Amanda sighed, as she knew that the woman she yearned for had dark brown wavy hair, so the blonde couldn't be her. 

Amanda sat back in the comfortable leather chair and opening up her laptop bought up the log of the last Instant Messenger conversation she and Julie had taken part in.

Message Log

Amanda – I love you and want so much to meet you when I visit London 

Julie – I love you as well but you know that it would be madness for us to meet. I am married remember and hubby doesn't know I am bi, and anyway you might make me 'jump the fence' as you always keep threatening to.

Log Closed

Amanda laughed softly to herself as she read the comment about 'jumping the fence.' Amanda had been a lesbian for as long as she could remember and had never been with a man, however Julie, her Internet lover, was bi and lived a man and kept her bisexuality a secret from him.  

As Amanda read on the log became more heated and closing her eyes she remembered how often as they had chatted she had pleasured herself, first with her fingers and then finally with a dildo. Driving the toy in and out of herself in such a frenzy that she couldn't type, just read as the words that appeared on her laptop from Julie describing in graphic detail what they would be doing if they were together.

Amanda felt her nipples harden under her t-shirt and the warmth in her groin started to spread, and she started to blush, as she was sure that people in the bar could read her thoughts. Shaking herself back to reality Amanda returned to the log scanning for the passage she was seeking.

Message Log

Julie – So where are you staying? Amanda – Tower Thistle Hotel, London Bridge. Why you going to come and see me and let me ravish you?...lol

Julie – You know what I always say, never say never.

Amanda – Yeah never say never but I can say highly unlikely

Julie – Are you mad at me?

Amanda – *sighs*... no not mad just hopeful

Julie – Well if I do make it be in the bar between 7 and 8, but if I don't turn up I bet you will find someone to interest you.

Amanda – LOL what do you take me for? Some kind of slut like you?

Julie – LOL yep

Log Closed

Amanda looked at the clock that was just reaching 8.00pm and sighing to herself she realised that if she was honest meeting with Julie was just a dream. Although she had never met Julie over the months their friendship had grown and developed and they had shared many things. Helping each other with words through the bad times and just through words fallen deeply in love. 

Amanda knew that Julie fiercely protected her privacy and for her the Internet was her private world that she kept apart from the real world. For Amanda real life and the Internet were much closer together and she had hoped that on her visit to England she could have met with her mystery lover.

Amanda closed her eyes and started to fantasise about how she would have seduced Julie. First with her tongue, then with her fingers and finally ridden her English lover with a strapon until she passed out with pleasure. Amanda wasn't butch by any means but in most of her relationships leaned towards taking the more dominant role.

Amanda was just thinking about calling it a night when she felt a presence standing next to her table. Thinking it was one of the many men who had been trying to hit on her all night she looked up ready to give him a mouthful and found herself looking into the eyes of the blonde woman who had walked in earlier. 

Amanda had seen the woman in the bar a few times over the past days, often with a small group of friends. They were always quiet although sometimes she had heard soft peals of laughter from the tightly knit group that seemed somehow to exclude everyone not in their circle.

The woman's eyes were a deep emerald green that shone brightly and Amanda dragged through her memory and tried to keep the disappointment out of her voice as she remembered that Julie's eyes were bright blue. "Hi I'm Amanda."

"Hey you are Australian," the other woman laughed.

"Sure am" Amanda smiled appraising the woman more fully, appraising her skin tight black designer jeans tucked into black ankle boots, the casual, but clearly expensive leather jacket over a white blouse that was stretched over her full breasts.

"You waiting for someone?" The blonde woman enquired nodding at the empty seat beside Amanda.

"Yes .... well no.... Don't suppose your name is Julie is it?" Amanda laughed.

Smiling softly the woman held out her hand, "You can call me Lorna, and welcome to England."

Amanda felt lust stir within her and couldn't help glancing again at the tight blouse and was certain that Lorna wasn't wearing a bra under the blouse.

"So are you staying at the hotel?" Amanda enquired, "I have seen you in here with friends before, yet I notice you are on your own this evening."

"Nope" Lorna replied, "I was at a meeting just over the river and thought I would stop for a drink on my way home."

Amanda ran her hand through her short hair and patted the seat next to her as she said, "Well why don't you join me and maybe I can protect you from all these men who are prowling about."

Lorna smiled and looked directly into Amanda's eyes as she said in a low husky voice, "They don't interest me at all, do they interest you?"

"Not my type at all," Amanda said as she stared back intently at Lorna's eyes and to her own surprised found herself smiling in a flirty way. Amanda's brain reeled slightly, was that lust she was reading in Lorna's eyes or was she fooling herself with hope.

"Tell you what, I have an idea," said Lorna, "Rather than being part of the floor show for these men why don't we share a bottle of wine in your room?"

'My god' Amanda thought to herself as she found herself nodding and clicking her laptop shut as she stood. I am not normally this easy she thought, but there was something about this woman that attracted her deeply. Maybe it was the thoughts of Julie, or the wine, or the sexy English accent Lorna had, but whatever it was Amanda felt a deep and desperate need to get laid.

As they travelled in the lift Amanda turned to Lorna and said quietly, "I am a lesbian you know, so you sure you feel safe going to my room?"

Lorna looked at her calmly and smiled softly as she said, "Are you saying that you are going to tear my clothes off and have your wicked way with me?"

Amanda was dumbstruck for a second not knowing what to say, but before she could reply Lorna leaned forward and kissed her full on the mouth. At first Amanda didn't respond then opening her lips felt Lorna's tongue dart inside and Amanda felt her pussy flood with wetness. Returning the kiss with passion the two women were locked in a passionate kiss when the lift door opened with a ping. Breaking apart almost guiltily they walked up the corridor and Amanda's hand was shaking as she tried to work the lock.

Amanda almost cried with frustration as the red light kept blinking on the door denying entry when Lorna's cool hand covered hers and took the card from her trembling fingers. "Let me," Lorna purred as she swiped the lock causing the green light allowing entry to come on. Opening the door Amanda stumbled inside, putting the laptop on the desk and turned to face Lorna.

Amanda was just about to utter the words 'are you sure' when they were stifled in her throat as Lorna kissed her hard again. The two women clawed at each other's clothes as they kissed until they were both naked. Amanda felt Lorna's fingers play across her hard nipples, rolling them between her finger and thumb making them even harder if that was possible. Amanda moaned with pleasure as Lorna bent her head and took one between her lips and alternated between sucking it and then grating her teeth across it.

Amanda tugged Lorna towards the bed but Lorna stopped her whispering softly, "Let me feast on you first," and with that pushed Amanda onto the large bed on her back.

Amanda sighed softly as she felt Lorna's tongue trace slowly up the inside of her thigh and she opened her legs wide to give her full access. As Lorna's tongue worked higher Amanda reached for her hair and went to tug her head closer to her throbbing soaking pussy. Lorna reached up and moved Amanda's hands away from her hair and pinned them by her side in a strong but gentle grip. 

Amanda was moaning and writhing on the bed as she felt her passion grow and couldn't help a loud moan escaping her lips as she felt Lorna's tongue trace along her pussy lips causing little electric shocks to run through her body.

Amanda tried to move her hands to touch Lorna but found them firmly pinned and this feeling of semi-helplessness heightened her excitement. "Oh my god" Amanda groaned and had to bit her lip before she added the name Julie, 'that feels wonderful Lorna."

Lorna ran her tongue across Amanda's engorged clit before taking it slowly between her lips, causing Amanda to mew helplessly as she began to hum making vibrations run through her clit and causing her tummy to flip over and over. Then as Lorna changed from lips to teeth Amanda moaned "Finger me please I beg you. Finger me hard and deep let me cum on your fingers."

Amanda was to turned on to be shocked at her own blatant sexual lusting and groaned and rocked her hips upwards as Lorna sat up and drove two fingers deep into Amanda's soaking pussy. "Does that feel good baby?" Lorna whispered as she slowly finger fucked Amanda on the bed, twisting her fingers deep inside Amanda's body.

"Fuck yes" Amanda moaned throwing her head back and arching her hips high of the bed so she was bent like a bow.

Lorna started to pump her fingers in and out of Amanda's pussy and the room was filled with a wonderful squelching sound. Amanda thought her head would explode as Lorna forced a third finger into her and plunged them deep inside her body. "The bedside drawer" Amanda gasped and then screamed loudly as she felt her orgasm burst as she fucked herself against Lorna's fingers.

Almost blacking out for a second Amanda felt Lorna's fingers withdraw and heard the bedside drawer open. Nestling inside was a thick 8-inch strapon that Amanda had intended to fuck Julie with but right now Amanda was desperate to feel it deep in herself.


Before she could ask if Lorna knew how to use a strapon Amanda felt herself being rolled onto her hands and knees and looking over her shoulder saw Lorna fastening the harness of the strapon with skilled and practiced hands. Amanda looked down at the bedclothes with a contented sigh as she felt the head of the strapon being rubbed against her pussy lips.

"Is this what you want baby?" Lorna cooed, "Do you want to be fucked hard?"

"Yes, yes, oh yes please" Amanda mumbled then gripped the sheet tightly as she felt the head of the strapon slide slowly into her willing pussy. 

"Oh fuck yes" Amanda moaned and pushed back to meet Lorna's thrusts, savouring the way Lorna would fuck her slowly and deeply twisting her hips slightly before grabbing her hips and fucking her with passion and speed for a short period. Amanda yelled at the top of her voice as a second orgasm raced through her body and almost before it had subsided she felt the strapon being slid from her pussy.

"You know what's coming don't you baby?" Lorna whispered softly.

Amanda didn't speak but just reached round and pulled the cheeks of her ass apart, willing to accept whatever Lorna gave her, never had she been fucked so well in her life.

Watching over her shoulder Amanda couldn't suppress a long groan of passion as she saw Lorna coat the strapon with gel, smiling lewdly as she rubbed the thick shaft that was already slick with her juices. Amanda winced with shock as she then felt a generous dab of the ice cold gel being placed on her anal star and Lorna's finger pushing deep inside her ass, working the gel in. Amanda moaned with pleasure as Lorna slowly twisted and probed first with one finger, then a second, opening her and preparing for what Amanda knew was coming. Amanda sighed with pleasure and anticipation as Lorna withdrew her fingers and placed the head of the dildo at her anal opening.

Despite being prepared for it Amanda couldn't help groaning even more loudly as the head of the strapon slipped inside her ass. Lorna stopped for a moment letting Amanda adjust then continued with the thrust slowly and relentlessly pushing it ever deeper.


Amanda's whole body felt consumed with lust as her ass burned with pleasure and pain as the strapon was fully embedded in her ass. Amanda could feel Lorna's breasts on her back as she leant forward and kissed the back of her neck gently, then grazed her teeth across Amanda's neck in a primeval gesture of ownership.

Amanda felt total surrender and moved her hand to her own clit and began to rub as Lorna fucked her slowly at first then, as her thrusts increased in pace Amanda rubbed harder and faster. Amanda was screaming in pleasure as she felt her juices flood over her own hand. Then hearing Lorna begin to moan herself she felt the strokes become more frantic and less coordinated. The knobbly base plate of the strapon was rubbing against Lorna's clit and as Lorna's own orgasm burst she thrust with an animal ferocity into Amanda's ass causing yet another orgasm to burst through Amanda's body.

Amanda collapsed on the bed and lay there in a semi stupor as Lorna lay on top of her slowly gathering her breath. Amanda winced slightly as Lorna eased the strapon out of her ass but then relaxed as she felt Lorna begin to kiss and gently massage her back.

Amanda knew she had only drifted off for an hour and when she woke she found that Lorna had disappeared. Wondering if it was a dream Amanda rolled onto her back and feeling that wonderful throbbing in her pussy and ass that only comes from being fucked smiled to herself and hoped she would see her English Lorna again.

Opening her laptop Amanda lay on the bed naked and logged on hoping to be able to chat to Julie and maybe share her experience with her.

Amanda – Hiya sexy

Julie – Hiya sexy kisses, how are you liking England?

Amanda – Mmmmmm it's pretty good, just had an amazing session with a lovely English blonde. Wish it had been you though.

Julie – sounds like she was pretty hot, did you fuck her good?

Amanda – giggles, oh no I was on the receiving end and I loved every minute of it. In fact my pussy is still throbbing.

Julie – giggles, you receiving that's different, You touching yourself now?

Amanda – yep

Julie – so if had been me what would have happened?

Amanda – You my darling would have been where I was tonight. On your hands and knees as I fucked that wonderful pussy of yours as deep as she fucked mine. Driving the strapon in and out with deep savage thrusts. Kissing the back of your neck as I have always promised I would as I fucked you.

Julie – mmmmmmm that sounds good

Amanda – You touching yourself now?

Julie – Yesss 2 fingers in deep keep talking

Amanda – Then like she did I would have pulled out of your pussy and fucked your ass. I wouldn't have been gentle like she was; I would have fucked your ass hard, had you screaming the place down.

Julie – mmmmmm sounds wonderful, I would have pushed back to meet your thrusts. Willing you begging you to fuck me harder.

Amanda – oh god think I am gonna cum again

Julie – me too

Julie – aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Amanda saw the words cross the screen and knew that her lover had cum and this sent her over the top as she came herself.

Amanda – I know we will never meet but I do love you so

Julie – And I love you baby, this way is safer for me. Kisses and speak soon.

Julie smiled to herself as she closed her laptop and padded naked to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror she flicked out the green contact lenses, which joined the blonde wig on the side of the bath. Looking at her own reflection she pulled a rueful face as she whispered to herself quietly, "Yeah I know but its better this way ......."



You Never Know



This is a fictional story as are the characters and events, as well as some of the places mentioned. It's a long one, but I still hope ya like it...lol...oh, and don't forget to vote!

MoogPlayer

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It's kind of wild how things work sometimes, isn't it? You never know when fate will step in and knock you on your ass. This is a story of how I got knocked on mine. My name is Doug Peters; I'm 45 years old, stand 6'2", and weigh 225 pounds. I have dark brown, almost black hair and dark brown eyes. My mother was full blooded Chiricahua Apache Indian, and my father came from old English lineage. Therefore I was given an olive complexion that basically kept me fairly tan all year around. After 20 years in the Navy, I'd decided to move back to Key West, Florida, where I was born, and open up a Dive and Salvage Operations business. I'd been single my entire life, and after many flings, one night stands and such, and at my age; I didn't see any prospect of a serious relationship on the horizon. That all changed one day when.......

Chapter One

I'd been in business for myself for almost six years, and I own a 125 foot research and salvage vessel, which I named Andromeda. Being a research ship, it has a submersible, which I designed and built, capable of diving safely to a depth of 30,000 feet, locked down and resting below the stern, back near the crane. It had been a busy season so far. We had already reached our projected sales goals in the dive shop; and the season wasn't even half over. I was out on the docks cleaning Andromeda one Saturday afternoon after closing up for the day, and I'd just finished polishing all the brass aboard ship when I heard Sherry, one of my instructors who also ran the office, yell, "Doug! You've got a phone call. It's from Washington D.C., the Office of Congressional Funding!" The adrenaline immediately began to permeate my entire system. You see, eighteen months prior, I had applied for a Federal Grant. I won't go into detail, but to make a long story short, in 1994; Jacques Cousteau proved that there were subterranean aqueducts, which are basically rivers that run beneath the ground that connected the Pacific and Atlantic oceans. He passed away in 1997 and never got the chance to study them any further, and now I wanted to take up where he left off.

 I dropped what I was doing and ran down the dock to my office. "Hello?" I said when I was handed the phone. 

"Hello Mr. Peters, my name is Jennifer Pierce, and I'm calling you from the Office of Congressional funding," replied a distinctly pleasant female voice on the other end. 

"Since when are the U.S. Government offices open on Saturday?" I good-naturedly asked.

"I was told you were a smart ass," she giggled, "But I assure you, Mister Peters, that I am for real."

"In that case," I chuckled, "How can I help you, ma'am?" 

"On, no," she laughed, "I think you've got it a little backwards, Mr. Peters." 

"I don't understand." 

"Congratulations Mr. Peters," she happily replied, "Your grant has been approved."

I was so excited that I yelled, "OH YEAH!" into the receiver. 

"You need to be here on Monday, the day after tomorrow at 9:00 a.m.," she giggled, "Can you do that?" 

"I'll be there, Ma'am," I replied crisply. 

"Okay then," she said, "We'll see you soon. Bye," and then hung up. 

As I hung up the phone, I looked at Sherry, and with a stupid grin plastered across my face, said, "It looks like all our troubles are finally over."

"What's up?" she asked, grinning, "And why are you so excited, Boss?" 

"I've got to go to Washington D.C. in a couple of days, and I probably won't be back for at least a week," I told her, "I'm gonna need you to run the office and answer the phone. Oh, and be sure to tell the rest of the guys I gave them next week off, because we got our grant, okay?" 

"You got it Doug," she excitedly replied, and after giving Sherry a hug, which always made her grin; I gave her a few parting instructions and then went home to prepare for my trip.

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 I'd taken an early shuttle flight out of Key West to Miami the afternoon before I was to meet Ms. Pierce. And after a long and boring flight from Miami International to Dulles, I took a taxi to my hotel and got a good night's sleep. 

 The alarm clock woke me at 5:00 a.m. sharp that next morning, and after waking fully and getting dressed; I took a long jog down Pennsylvania Avenue, and then back around the block to my hotel. It was 6:30 a.m. when I returned so; I took a nice hot shower, shaved, and then got dressed. The only dress clothes that I possessed were my old dress uniforms, and before I left Florida; I bought a new suit specifically for this particular occasion. It was an Armani and it fit me well. It was dark blue and I wore a white shirt and red tie beneath it. I'd also bought a new pair of black Stacy Adams dress shoes to go with it. As I stood in front of the full length mirror there in my hotel room, I admired the way I looked and I felt, if only briefly, as if I were getting ready to meet the president himself.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost 7:30 a.m. so; I went down stairs and ate breakfast. At first I was concerned at what the food in the hotel restaurant was going to taste like, as I'd always had bad experiences in the past. However, I was pleasantly surprised to enjoy one of the best breakfast meals I'd had in quite some time. 

By the time I was finished eating, it was nearing 8:30 a.m. so, I quickly paid my bill and left. I jumped into a taxi that was waiting at the cab stand outside the hotel, told the driver where I was headed, and off we went. It had been a long time since I'd been to Washington D.C. and I smiled, remembering the past as we drove by the Capitol Building.

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I made it a point to arrive early at the Office of Congressional Funding in order to be able to find my way to Ms. Pierce's office easily and not be late. 

After obtaining the proper directions and making my way to the elevator, a woman went to brush past me but ended up bumping into me instead. As we collided, a stack of papers that she was carrying went sailing in all directions and onto the floor. "I'm sorry," I said, as I bent to help her pick up the mess. 

"Oh no, it was my fault," replied the most beautiful voice I'd ever heard. I looked up from the floor, and what I saw almost took my breath away. She had long blonde hair that went past her shoulders, almost to her waist, softly touching the floor as she bent to pick up her spilled papers. Her eyes were a sky blue that, at first glance, nearly had me hypnotized. 

In order to keep myself from looking like an ass, I smiled and said, "Won't you at least let me help you pick these papers up, okay?" 

She gave me an odd but pleasant smile and replied, "Thank you, I really appreciate it".

I helped her retrieve all her paperwork, and as I turned to get my briefcase that I had dropped, I turned back around and she was gone. I looked in every direction but didn't see her. I thought it was a bit discourteous of her, but I had more important business at hand. 

It took me a few minutes to find Ms. Pierce's office, and with plenty of time to spare; I opened the door and went in. I saw a lady whom I'd say was in her mid to late fifties, sitting behind a desk that was situated just to the right of another door. 

She looked up from her work and politely asked, "Can I help you?" 

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, "I've got a nine a.m. appointment with Ms. Jennifer Pierce." 

Looking down at her book, she smiled and then looked back up at me and said, "Yes, you're Mister Peters, aren't you?" 

"Yes, ma'am, and it's just plain old Doug," I replied, still grinning. 

She smiled pleasantly and said, "Well then, just plain old Doug, Ms. Pierce is running a few minutes behind so, can I offer you something to drink, maybe some coffee, perhaps?" 

"No, thank you," I smiled, "I'll just have a seat and wait." 

"That's fine then," she replied courteously. I sat down in the chairs there and opened my briefcase to make sure that I had all of my paperwork in order. A few moments later, the phone rang on the woman's desk. She picked it up and held it to her ear. Then, smiling at me, she said, "Yes, he's sitting right here.....I sure will." After hanging the phone up, she looked back at me smiling, and said, "Ms. Pierce will see you now."

I got up and walked toward the door that the woman had been sitting next to. She opened it and led me in. To my astonishment; sitting behind the desk in the inner office was the woman that had bumped into me downstairs. She looked up at me, tilting her head and smiling, as I said, "It's you!"

She smiled, nodded her head, and then rose from behind her desk, offering to shake hands, and said, "Hi, I'm Jennifer Pierce and you are Mister Douglas Peters." 

"Yes," I replied, shaking her hand, "But please...call me Doug," 

As the handshake ended, she blushed and said, "I never thanked you for helping me pick up all the papers off of the floor downstairs when I bumped into you earlier." 

"Aw, don't mention it," I replied. As I took my seat, I also took in the sight of the rare beauty that was before me. She stood about 5'9" with her measurements proportionate to her height, making her appear somewhat statuesque. If I had to guess, I'd say she weighed somewhere in the neighborhood of 130 pounds, or so. I was still hypnotized by her eyes though. Every time she would look at me, I felt as if she was staring directly into my soul. 

"Hello?" she asked, bringing me out of the trance I'd fallen into just looking by at her. 

"Huh? I'm sorry, I guess I've got a little jet lag," I lied. 

"Oh, that's alright, I understand. It's a long flight coming from the Keys," she said, with a slightly knowing smile, "I was telling you that I'm sure you're very happy about the grant, but I've got some news to tell you that I'm not sure how you're going to react to." I suddenly had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that must've been evident on my face, because she looked at me strangely, then giggled and said, "It's not that bad ya know."

"What is it?" I asked, suspiciously. 

Jennifer giggled again, and replied, "Well, because you're retired Navy, and a SEAL, Congress thinks that you'd be better suited for your research if an engineer took a look at your submersible, as you might have to go deeper than your design is rated for." 

At the very idea of my designs coming under government scrutiny, I got slightly defensive and said, "Ms. Pierce, I assure you that there is nothing wrong with my designs. And what do you mean when you say that I might have to go deeper?"

Sensing my apprehension, she smiled at me and said, "First of all, it's Jennifer, and not Ms. Pierce. Secondly, I had an opportunity to read the presentation you made before Congress, and I happen to think you're a very brilliant man. Receiving a grant for the amount you've been awarded does have some stipulations though, and it's the only way Congress is gonna let you have it." 

"What is it?" I asked, almost afraid of what she was going to tell me. 

Leaning back in her chair, Jennifer smiled and replied, "They want you to be on call for two years to do consultative work for the Navy." 

"Is that all?" I asked sarcastically, "I gave the Navy twenty years of my life, and if they think that now I'll come running whenever they snap their fingers; they can forget it. I can apply to other places for my grant ya know. I just thought that my own government would want to help me in my discoveries. Like I said before, I gave them twenty years of my life." By this time I was genuinely pissed off, and before Jennifer had a chance to reply; I stood up and curtly said, "I'm sorry for wasting your time Ma'am," then turned and abruptly left. I heard the secretary call my name right after I'd turned the corner to the elevator, but I refused to stop. After all the years I'd given this government, I was in no mood to hear any more lame-assed excuses, and although they'd been good to me, I especially was not taking Andromeda or Nautilus anywhere near the Navy, or the government. No disrespect, but this was my research project that they would try to take credit for. I'd seen it happen to a few other people that I know, and I wasn't about to let it happen to me.

~~~~~~

I went back to my hotel room mad as hell, and as I was packing my bags to go back home, I heard a knock. I went to the door and opened it to find one of the porters with an official looking envelope in his hand that was addressed to me. I took the envelope, tipped the porter, then closed the door and walked over and sat down on the bed. "Damn! These people don't waste any time, do they?" I said aloud, to no one in particular. After taking a deep breath and sharply exhaling, I opened the envelope and withdrew the note. It had the United States Congressional letter head above a typed letter which read:

Dear Mr. Peters,

This is to inform you that you have not completed the rest of your grant approval process. If you do not respond within ten days; you will be in default and will face immediate dismissal and forfeiture of your grant all together. We hope to see you soon.

           Thank You,              Jennifer Pierce

I was about to tear it all up and throw it away when; another smaller note fell from the envelope. It was hand written on a light blue colored piece of paper and it read:

Doug,

I'm very sorry for all the red tape, but it's just the nature of the beast here in Washington. As I said before, I read your original presentation and I think you're brilliant. I might know a way around all the crap. If you're interested, call me after 5:30 p.m. this evening at the enclosed number. I do hope you call, because I'd really like to see you again!

            979-5014

           Jennifer

Through my own anger at the bureaucratic bull shit in here in Washington, I'd forgotten about Jennifer and how I'd felt when I was around her. I looked at the elegance of her hand writing and remembered her eyes, as well as how they'd affected me when I ;d looked into them for the first time. The peace I'd found there was something I'd not felt in many years, and somehow I suddenly felt like everything was going to be alright. I set the note down on the bed and looked at my watch. It was only 11:15 a.m., which meant that I still had a little over 6 hours to kill before I was supposed to call her. I wanted to visit an old friend of mine while I was here so, I decided that this would be the ideal time to do it. Not only had I not seen Admiral Nelson since he retired in 1995, but I'd always trusted him implicitly and maybe he could give me his opinion of my situation.

~~~~~~

I took a long taxi ride across the Potomac River to Fairfax, Virginia, pulling up in front of Rear Admiral Michael Nelson's house an hour later. After paying the cabbie, I got out and walked to the front door. However, before I got the chance to even ring the bell, the front door quickly opened. "Well I'll be damned! You made it out alive," said Admiral Nelson, while he put his arms around my neck to give me a hug. 

I hugged him back and said, "It's good to see you, too, sir." 

After pulling me into his house and closing the door behind us, he heartily laughed, then replied, "You can cut the sir shit, Doug. We're not in the Navy anymore and you know my name is Mike to my friends, and you are definitely one of my best friends, m'boy. Now, come on in here and sit down and have a drink with your old skipper, son." When Mike Nelson grinned, it had always been infectious and today was no exception.

We sat and talked of old fiends, here and gone, for about an hour before Mike looked at me and said, "So, Doug, you never told me what you were doing here. I know you always hated coming to D.C. when you were in the Navy." 

I told him what had been happening with me and my research. But when I told him about the grant, and almost all of what had transpired in the last few hours, except the note from Jennifer, he let loose with that hearty laugh that I had always loved hearing as a young Frog, and said, "Well boy, I'll tell you what, if it was me, I'd tell the Navy to kiss my ass and petition the Senate to over ride Congress. In cases that involve research grants, they have the power."

"How do I do that?" 

He laughed devilishly and asked, "Do you know anyone who's close to that office?" That's when I told him about Jennifer, my meeting with her and I showed him the official letter as well as the 'unofficial' note I'd received earlier that day. He began to laugh again and said, "What does she look like?" I smiled, and before I could respond, he said "Oh, so, she's beautiful huh?"

"Why do you say that?" I smiled. 

He sat up in his chair, then looked me right in the eye and said, "Look Doug, we've been through too much shit together, and I know and can tell that you like her. From the note that she sent you, it's apparent that she likes you, too. This can work to your advantage if you let it." 

"I don't understand, Mike," 

"Well, from the looks of this note, she wants to see you on unofficial terms," he chuckled, "I would at least listen to what she had to say, and if you think she's on the level; I might just be able to help you both out. I still have a few friends in high places here and they all owe me favors" After saying this he stood up and asked, "Have you eaten lunch yet?" 

"No Sir," I replied. 

He walked over to an intercom on the far wall and pushed a button on it and, "Yes sir?" came squawking from the speaker there. 

He smiled at me, and then into the speaker, said, "I'm sorry for the short notice, Andre, but I have a guest over so, for lunch, we'd like to have Chicken Divan with Chocolate Mousse for dessert." 

"Very good, Admiral," was the reply.

~~~~~~

We enjoyed our meal, saying nothing more of Congress, or Jennifer, and when it came time for me to leave, Mike put his hand on my shoulder as I walked to the front door and said, "Relax kid, everything's gonna be just fine, I promise."

"If you say so, sir," I uneasily replied.

~~~~~~

That evening back at my hotel, I looked at my watch and it was nearing 6:00 p.m. So, I nervously picked up the phone and dialed the number Jennifer had left. After the first ring she answered "Hello?" 

"Hi, this is..." 

"Hi Doug, I'm very glad you called," Jennifer sweetly interrupted. 

"Hello Jennifer," I replied nervously, "Why did you want to see me?" 

She giggled and said, "You need to relax Doug." 

"How can I relax when, not only my future, but the future of the people who work for me is at stake, not to mention my research?" I replied, beginning to become irritated all over again. 

Her soothing voice disarmed me as she softly replied, "Why don't you meet me somewhere and we'll talk about it. Okay?" 

"Okay," I relented, "You name the place and I'll be there," 

Softly giggling, she said, "There's a place called Two Quails Restaurant, and it's on Massachusetts Avenue. Every cab driver in D.C. knows where it is, and luckily for you; it's only about twenty minutes from your hotel. I'll meet you there in an hour. Okay?"

"Alright," I said. 

The smile on her face was evident in her voice when she replied, "Good, I'll see you there, and dress casually. Bye!" Then she was gone.

~~~~~~

Chapter Two

After I'd showered and shaved, I put on a pair of Levis 501 jeans, a Polo shirt and a new pair of Rockports. I always enjoyed wearing casual attire as opposed to the suit I'd been wearing all day. Even at 45 years old, I was still in great shape because of all the training in the Navy, and I thought I looked good, even if I do say so myself. I looked at my watch and saw that I was running behind.




You Never Know



As the elevator door opened on the ground floor of the hotel, I almost ran outside to the cab stand and hailed a taxi. Once I was in the cab and on the way, I began to relax. As I passed different sites along the way, I almost felt like my body had been gently lifted as my mind wandered to thoughts of Jennifer. I remembered looking at her for the first time, and how I could feel my blood racing through my veins with each beat of my heart. However, my reverie came to an end when the cabbie said, "Here we are, Sir," and then I felt the taxi come to complete stop. I paid my fare and got out. I stood in front of what looked like one of the many brownstones along the street until I saw the sign that read "Two Quails Restaurant".

I walked up the steps, went in, and as soon as I got inside the door; a young woman, dressed in a white lace blouse and a knee length black skirt, approached me and asked, "Mister Peters?" 

"Yes," I replied. 

She smiled and said, "Please follow me. Ms. Pierce is waiting for you." 

"Damn, I'm late," I said quietly under my breath. 

Apparently I wasn't quiet enough, because the young woman turned around grinning and whispered, "No, you're not late. She just got here about two minutes before you did." Before I could reply, we turned a corner and there was Jennifer sitting at a table and looking even more beautiful than she did when I first saw her earlier that morning. As we neared, she stood and took my hand then leaned in and said, "Good evening, Handsome." 

"Hi," I replied nervously.

Before we sat down; I noticed that Jennifer was wearing a skirt that came just below mid thigh level, beautifully displaying her long legs. I thought that my glances had been discreet, but as I looked back up; she was staring into my eyes grinning and said, "Well, it's good to know that the money I spent on this skirt wasn't wasted." I blushed and was about to apologize when she held up her hand, and still smiling, said, "Why don't we sit down and eat, Doug?" 

"Okay," I sheepishly replied, "But I'm sorry for staring at you." 

Once we were seated, she reached across the table, and taking my hand and looking intently into my eyes, said, "Don't be, I'd be upset if you didn't stare," and then she laughed, totally catching me off guard. I began to relax, and noticing this, she pointedly asked, "I've always been fascinated with undersea exploration, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to tell me about your salvage and diving operation down in the Florida Keys?" 

"What do you wanna know?" I asked. 

She smiled and said, "What are you planning to do with the findings of Dr. Cousteau?"

"I was planning on exploring the aqueduct and seeing it first hand," I replied. She looked at me like I had two heads and I said, "What?" 

Jennifer laughed and asked, "Isn't that really dangerous?"

"Well, it depends on how you look at it. I mean, simply walking outside these days can be just as dangerous," I explained, "But it's all a matter of being aware of not only your surroundings, but being prepared for any obstacles you might have to overcome," 

She laughed again and said, "I guess it's true what I've heard about you then." 

"And what was that?" I asked, uneasily.

She stopped laughing, and gently took my hand in hers, and then leaned over toward me and softly replied, "I've heard that you're fearless" 

"Nah," I said, brushing it off, "There must be some mistake." 

However, her grip on my hand, while still gentle, slightly tightened, and looking me directly in the eyes, she said, "I was told that under combat conditions, you were not only a formidable giant, but that your enemies would run in terror" Then she let go of my hand and sat up straight. 

"I don't know who told you that," I laughed, "But whoever it was, greatly exaggerated." 

"It was Admiral Mike Nelson," Jennifer laughed

"That explains a whole lot then," I smiled, shaking my head, "While I love Mike Nelson like family, he tends to stretch the truth a bit." 

Jennifer leaned back in her seat and began to giggle like a school girl and replied, "Ya know, he told me you'd say that too" This elicited laughter from us both and I began to feel more relaxed around Jennifer, and her around me. 

As the evening progressed, she got me to open up to her about my past, my naval career, and before I knew it; I began to feel like I was being drawn to this woman like a moth to a flame. Jennifer seemed to hang on my every word and I on hers, and as the time began to grow late; we both realized that we had not yet discussed my grant situation. It seemed that we talked about everything but that. Looking at her watch, Jennifer smiled and said, "I'll tell you what; I get off at noon tomorrow. Why don't I pick you up in front of your hotel around twelve-thirty, and we'll continue this from there. Okay?"

"That sounds like a plan to me," I replied, grinning. We only had about thirty minutes before the kitchen closed so Jennifer ordered the Chicken Scaloppini and I had the Filet Mignon. The food was fantastic and I didn't hesitate to tell the waitress that I wanted to let the restaurant owner know how much we enjoyed it. Unbeknownst to me, the owner, a woman named Michelle Sullivan, and Jennifer, were good friends. So, when the waitress called her over to our table, I rose from my seat, and extending a handshake, said "Hi, my name is Doug Peters, and this is Jennifer Pierce. I wanted to let you know how much we've thoroughly enjoyed, not only the cuisine but, the atmosphere here." 

Returning the hand shake she smiled at me and said, "Well, thank you Doug. Just so you know, Jennifer and I are very good friends, but she didn't tell me how handsome you were." My face immediately turned a bright crimson, and before I could say anything; she continued and said, "Oh look Jen, he's blushing. Oh my God, how adorable is that?" For some reason, I've always become embarrassed whenever a woman would comment on my looks or such, to the point that I still do it to this day. This night was no exception either as my face remained the bright crimson color brought on earlier by the woman's comments. So in an attempt to put me at ease; she put her hand on my shoulder and said, "My name is Michelle Sullivan, and it's nice to meet you, Doug."

After an invitation from Jennifer to join us, Michelle sat down and had an after dinner liqueur with us. She and Jennifer had Amaretto while I enjoyed some brandy. As we sipped our drinks Michelle turned to me and said, "Jennifer and I went to college and were sorority sisters at Georgetown together, and that's how we know each other, and....she's been bouncing off the walls ever since you got here."

This time it was Jennifer's turn to blush, and having such a fair complexion, her face turned deep red and she said, "You talk too much, Michelle." This caused the three of us to laugh heartily. But all too soon, the night was coming to an end, and as Michelle excused herself to return to work; Jennifer turned to me and said, "If it's alright with you, I'll drive you back to your hotel, okay?" 

"Thank you," I replied, "That's very nice of you" 

After the bill, which I insisted that she let me pay, was covered, Jennifer and I stood outside waiting for the valet to bring her car. She stood close to me, and taking my arm, said, "Doug, can I ask you a rather personal question?" 

"I don't see why not." 

Jennifer smiled and said, "Now, you can tell me this is none of my business if you want to, but is there a reason you've never been married?" Before I could answer, the valet arrived with the car, and laughing, Jennifer said, "Just in time, I guess." 

"Just in time for what?" I asked. 

She grinned and replied, "Just in time to save you from answering my question."

As we got into the car, I looked at her and said, "I don't mind answering you. The reason I've never been married is, because, number one; when I was in the Navy, I was subject to be called away at any given time to go do my job, and that almost always meant going into harms way. Had I been married, I wouldn't have been able to tell my wife where I was going or when I was coming back, or even if I was going to be coming back at all. I don't think it's fair to a woman to put her through that kind of stress, and, not to mention; the divorce rate in the Teams is about ninety-seven percent. Number Two, the kind of work I do now is not very conducive to a healthy relationship, either." 

"What do you mean by, the kind of work you do now?" she asked. 

"Well, I'm gone for three to four weeks at a time, and you said so yourself, the work isn't exactly safe," I replied, "Besides; I doubt there any women out there that would even consider living on a boat, floating on the ocean, for eight months out of the year as opposed to living in a house on dry land." 

As I finished saying this, Jennifer was pulling up to my hotel. Before I got out of the car and said good night, Jennifer turned her head and said, "Don't be so sure about some women, because you never know, do you?"

"Huh?" I asked stupidly.

She just smiled and said, "I'll pick you up right here at twelve-thirty tomorrow afternoon, okay?"

"Okay! I'll see you tomorrow then. Good night, Jennifer, and thank you." 

She patted my arm and replied "Good night, Doug. I had fun; and I'm really looking forward to tomorrow."

~~~~~~

The next morning, I woke up at 4:00 am, hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom. Once my morning rituals had all been done, I gathered my thoughts and engaged my brain in preparation for an early morning run. I donned my shorts, tee shirt and running shoes, and then headed for the elevator. Once the elevator doors opened on the ground floor, I went out the front door of the hotel and took off. Being so early in the morning; I ran the almost empty streets, and found that I rather enjoyed viewing Washington's historical landmarks by night. I decided to run straight down Pennsylvania Avenue all the way around the capitol building and back to the hotel. Overall it ended up being about five miles round trip and a little bit more than I normally ran, but still, it was just a good stretch of the legs. I took my time and ran a steady pace and did it in just under an hour. Like I said, I took my time but kept my heart rate up enough that I still got a good work out.

~~~~~~

When I returned to my hotel room, I decided to take a long hot bath instead of a shower. As I eased into the tub, I felt my entire body relax in the loving hug of the steaming water. I layed back and let my mind wander to the previous night with Jennifer. I remembered her asking me all kinds of questions, everything from where I went to kindergarten, to all the overseas ports I saw in the Navy. Then it struck me. She hadn't asked me about my personal life until right before the night ended, and then she was very mysterious in her replies. I wonder what she meant when she said, 'you never know'. That set me to wondering about her even more. I could tell she liked me as much as I did her. Hell, that was obvious by the note yesterday afternoon, as well as the way she acted last night, but I still wasn't sure. I decided to talk to Mike Nelson. I'd always trusted Admiral Nelson and I knew he would give me sound advice. 

As the water encompassed and soothed my body, my mind began to drift. I was back in the Florida Keys aboard Andromeda. It was a sunny day and I was relaxing on the stern when I felt someone rubbing my shoulders. I looked up and there was Jennifer standing next to me. The last thing I remembered was her leaning down to kiss me, and right before our lips touched; I was suddenly freezing. I immediately awoke and realized I'd fallen asleep, still in the bath tub and the water had long since cooled off. I looked at my watch and it read 7:48 a.m. I drained the water, took a quick and warm shower and then afterwards, dried off and began getting dressed. By this time it was almost 8:30 a.m. so, I decided to go downstairs to the hotel restaurant and eat breakfast.

As I walked into the restaurant, a hostess was there to greet me and led me to a table. After the waitress came and brought me coffee, she took my order and was soon on her way. The table where I sat was right by the big front window of the hotel so, it was no wonder when I saw Admiral Mike Nelson step out of a black limousine at the front of the hotel steps. I tapped on the window to get his attention and was acknowledged by that infectious smile when he saw me.

 "Hey Mike! What're you doing here?" I asked, once he was inside and had come to my table. 

He sat down, and smiling, replied, "I came looking for you. Your girlfriend called me this morning." 

"Girlfriend, what the hell are you talking about, Mike?" I asked cautiously. 

He picked up on my apprehension immediately, then laughed and said, "Come on Doug, we've known each other too long to try and bull shit one another."

Still not willing to admit to anything, like I was trained...lol; I crossed my arms and replied, "Mike, I still don't know what you mean!" 

Then he laughed again and shook his head and replied, "Okay Doug, have it your way, but if you don't snatch this beauty up quick; someone else will. She's a real keeper and she's crazy about you old buddy." 

"How can that be? I've only known her for a couple of days" I replied. 

About that time the waitress came with more coffee for us both, and after she left; Mike leaned back in his chair and said, "I've dealt with the same office you're dealing with now, for over two years and in that time; I've gotten to know Jennifer Pierce very well, and I'm of the opinion that she's a good person just like you, Doug. She may be younger than you are by ten years, but she's got a brilliant mind. It's like nothing I've ever seen, man." 

I looked at Mike, and scratching my head to relieve my puzzled brain; I asked, "What's this got to do with my grant?" 

Mike laughed and said, "Do you remember when I told you about having some favors owed to me by certain politicians here in Washington?" 

"Yes," I replied, "So?" 

Then he leaned in, and chuckling quietly, informed me, "Well, I was appointed Head of Naval Special Research late last night." 

"That's an executive appointment that only the president can make," I whispered cautiously. 

Mike just grinned, then laughing, nodded his head and replied, "That's right old buddy. The stipulations of your grant that involves the Navy will be dealt with through my office, so, now you're covered on that end." 

"What was all that crap about having all my specs (specifications) analyzed for defects?" I asked, trying not to sound too indignant. 

Again, Mike laughed and told me, "Relax Doug. It just so happens that I know someone with a double Ph.D. in engineering and hydro physics. I trust them implicitly, and I strongly urge you to trust me on this one, too, Doug." 

"I've always trusted you Mike, and I always will." 

Mike leaned across the table and patted me on the shoulder, then smirking, added, "Oh, by the way, in your grant request, you asked for two million dollars. I managed to get them to give you ten. I hope that's okay with you Doug." He broke into a fit of laughter as my face turned white as a sheet. After I regained my composure and was able to take a drink of water to moisten my dry throat; Mike laughed and said, "Congratulations, young Doug!" He hadn't called me that since I was a young frog under his command, and it felt good remembering the past just then. Then Mike got serious and said, "This afternoon; the three of us are going to meet at my house and..." 

"Sorry for interrupting you, but I was supposed to meet Jennifer this afternoon," I said. 

Mike smiled, and reassuringly, said "I've already talked to her and she's going to bring you out to my house, okay?" 

I thought nothing of it and replied, "Oh, okay, I guess it's no problem then, Mike."

He resumed what he was going to tell me and said, "Be sure to bring all your paperwork to my house. If you need a fax machine, I've got one. We need to have all the necessary documents in order by tomorrow." 

"If that's the case, then I'll need to call my secretary immediately," I replied, "I'll get her to fax some stuff from my office." Mike gave me all the necessary numbers and I got on the phone to Sherry. Bless her little heart; she received a well deserved raise when I got back home. She had more than thirty files, collated and faxed to Mike's house in chronological, as well as alphabetical order, inside of two hours and twenty minutes. Damn, she was good.

~~~~~~

When Jennifer came to pick me up at my hotel, she arrived in a blue Alpha Romeo convertible with the top down, and her hair in a ball cap. She was wearing cut off blue jean shorts and a short sleeve tee shirt cut off at her midriff, exposing her flat stomach and navel. Had she not been wearing a sports bra, her breasts would've surely spilled out the bottom of the shirt. As soon as I got in the car, Jennifer smiled as she reached over and patted my hand, then said, "Hi sweetie, how are you?" 

"I'm doing great!" I beamed. 

I closed the door and was fastening my seat belt when Jennifer smiled and said, "Let's ride, handsome," and then she gave the car some gas and away we went.

 As we headed to Admiral Nelson's house in Fairfax; I looked over at Jennifer and said, "I wanted to thank you for last night. I really enjoyed myself." 

She smiled then put her hand on my knee and replied "That was fun wasn't it?" Then she got a really serious look on her face as if she'd done something wrong. She quickly snatched her hand off my knee, and with a look of embarrassment on her face, said "Doug I'm sorry for being so forward with you. It's just that I was brought up around affectionate people, and so, I have a tendency to be that way too. If I've made you feel uncomfortable, I'm really sorry." 

Remembering what Mike had said about her, I took her hand and gently caressed the back of it. And then while still holding her hand, I softly kissed it and said, "I can live with it if you can." Her face lit up like a Christmas tree and her grip on my hand tightened. Neither of us said anything the rest of the way to Mike's house, but neither of us relinquished our grip on the other's hand. The only communication between us was a smile and a gentle squeeze every so often. Like I said before, when Jennifer would look at me, it felt like she was looking into my very soul, and I saw a light in her eyes that I'd never seen in any other woman's eyes before. Oddly enough, I felt something that I'd never felt before whenever I was around her. It didn't scare me, it merely took me by surprise, but then, I'm getting ahead of myself.

~~~~~~

 We still had a ways to go so; Jennifer began to ask me more questions. However, this time it was about SCUBA diving. She smiled and said, "Tell me what it's like when you're underwater with all the animals that live in the ocean." 

"It's like another world," I replied, smiling at the memory of past dives, "And, it's always different every dive." 

"How is it always different?" 

I kept smiling and said, "Well, in some places, it's dark and desolate, and in other places; it's like being in the middle of an underwater Mardi Gras with all different colors, shapes and sizes, all moving in different directions all at the same the time." 

"Oh, I'll bet it's beautiful. I've never been SCUBA diving," she said, with a knowing smile, "Do you know anyone who could teach me if I ever came down to Key West?" 

"Sure! Come on down some time," I grinned, "Hell, I'll teach you myself."

When we arrived at Mike Nelson's house, Jennifer stopped the car, then got out and came to the house with me. I didn't think any of this strange, as Mike had said that he knew and respected her. However, before we could knock on the front door, Mike opened it saying, "Ah...The rest of the team is here. Now we can get started." 




You Never Know



"Huh?" I said, as I walked in wondering who he was talking to. Then, finding no one else there, it suddenly dawned on me that the other person he'd been talking about bringing in on our plans was none other than Jennifer herself. I turned around to see both of them smiling at me. So, I just threw my hands up in the air, and grinning like an idiot, said, "Okay! What do I have to do?"

 Mike laughed, and pointing at Jennifer, said, "Well, the first thing we need to do is get her down to Florida and let her take a look at the submersible. Now, before you get defensive Doug, keep in mind that, while I trust you totally and completely, Uncle Sam wants to make sure you don't kill yourself in that thing." 

Jennifer looked at me and said, "I'm not going to change a thing Doug. I just wanted to take a look at your specs and relay them back to Mike. He'll take care of everything up here." 

"How long will it take you to make your report?" I asked her. 

She smiled and said, "Well now, that depends on you, doesn't it?" 

"And how is that?" I asked confused.

I heard Mike snickering, then Jennifer laughed and said, "Didn't you say that you personally, would teach me how to SCUBA dive?" I knew at that moment, that my life was about to drastically change, never to be the same again.

~~~~~~

Chapter Three

It was at noon on Sunday, a week later, when we landed in Key West. Jennifer's eyes had been dancing like candles ever since we boarded the shuttle plane, out of Miami, to the Keys. I can understand though, because to someone who's never been there; the first time you see the beautiful water, you can feel yourself being automatically drawn to it.

As far as accommodations were concerned; Jennifer would be using the guest room at my place for the duration of her stay, however long that was going to be. The first day was spent getting her settled in and comfortable with her new surroundings. As soon as she had her belongings put away, she emerged from her room wearing a pair of tight blue jeans, with a tight tee shirt, sandals, and a bright smile and said, "Well, what time do you want to get started on the submersible tomorrow?" 

When I looked up, I saw that she had her hair hanging loose around her shoulders, making her look like the angel I saw the first time I ever laid eyes on her. I wiped the sweat that from my palms and replied, "Whoa, easy Tiger! Before you can even enter the submersible as a crew member or otherwise, you're required, by law, to have at least an Advanced Open Water Diver's certification, or a recommendation from me. So, it looks like this coming week will be spent getting you trained and squared away." 

"Why a week, and why can't you just write me a recommendation?" asked Jennifer, with a slight pout. 

I laughed and replied, "Because, it just so happens that my crew, as well as my students, are required to know all the material in the diving manuals, by heart." then pointing out the window to the ocean, "Keep in mind that you can die down there if you don't know what you're doing. Besides, a good diver is only as good as his instructor." 

"I never thought of it that way," Jennifer said apologetically, "I guess I got a little too excited." 

"It's okay to be excited," I replied smiling, "As a matter of fact, I hope that you stay excited about diving. I'm sure you'll do very well, and to tell you the truth; I still get excited right before a dive." She grinned and then leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. "What was that for?" I asked. 

"That's my way of saying thank you, Doug," she softly answered. 

"Hmm, I guess I can live with that," I smiled, "In the mean time, how about we go get some fresh lobster?" 

"Yum," she happily replied, "I've been craving fresh sea food ever since we left Washington." I offered my arm, which she took, and off we went. 

~~~~~~

I took her to a place that's not well known to tourists called, The Rusty Anchor. I pulled up in the parking lot and turned off the ignition. As we were getting out of my Jeep, Jennifer came up beside me, took my arm again, and said "In case I forget to tell you later, I had a good time tonight." 

As soon as we walked into the restaurant, I failed to see that three of my crew were sitting at the bar drinking beer. However, they saw us the minute we walked through the door and it was only seconds before I heard someone yell "HOO-YAH!!! THE BOSS IS BACK HOME!!!!" 

I turned around to see David Bower, Todd Jackson and Chuck Massey sitting there with stupid grins on their faces. They immediately took notice of Jennifer, and before I could make introductions; David giggled and said "Holy Shit Doug, she's pretty. What's she doin with you?" with laughter following close behind from all three men. 

I maintained my cool and replied, "Gentlemen, allow me to introduce Miss Jennifer Pierce from the Office of Congressional Funding, in Washington D.C. She's going to be working with us for a while." 

After I made all the introductions, Chuck got right to it and asked, "Well, did you get the grant or not, Doug?" 

It was Jennifer who laughed this time and said, "Yes, he got the grant, but I'm down here to make sure that he keeps it." 

"Now, what is that supposed to mean?" asked Chuck, defensively. 

Sensing the rise in testosterone, but not backing down, Jennifer calmly but coolly replied, "That means as long as Doug and his crew meets, and continues to meet, all the necessary requirements, then everything will go smoothly" I knew better than to say anything at this point, because I found out a long time ago that it was much safer to pick my own battles than to face them all head on. 

However, Jennifer would have to introduce herself to the rest of the crew eventually so, now was a good a time as any. After she'd made her last statement, the guys looked at me and Chuck sarcastically asked, "So is she the new boss now, Doug?" 

Before I had a chance to reply, Jennifer sharply, and in no uncertain terms, replied "No, Doug is, and shall continue to be, the head of this company and all aspects that pertain to it." 

Being the men that they are, the guys looked at me, and speaking for the other two, Todd cockily replied, "We want to hear you tell us that Washington is not pulling your chain, Boss." 

Giving the guys a very serious glare, I sternly replied, "You guys know me, and nobody pulls my chain, ever." Then, looking at not only the guys, but Jennifer also, I added, "Are we clear on this?" 

I was not surprised when everyone nodded their heads, and the guys smiled as Todd said, "Now that's the Doug we know!" 

I laughed and said, "You lunatics stay out of trouble. Jennifer and I are gonna get something to eat." As we went to our table, I looked over my shoulder and said, "Don't drink too much tonight. Remember that we're all getting wet at zero six hundred tomorrow morning, gentlemen," laughing as I heard them groaning while Jennifer and I walked away.

Once we were seated and the waitress took our drink orders, Jennifer leaned towards me and softly asked, "You don't think I was too harsh with those guys, do you?"

"Nah," I laughed, "If anything, you woke them up and opened their eyes. You'll have them eating out your hand in no time." 

She looked at me oddly and asked, "What do you mean?" 

I leaned in as if I was about to divulge a great secret, and laughing, replied, "They're not used to being around smart women." 

She laughed with me, and as the waitress came to take our food order, Jennifer asked, "What did you mean about getting wet at six o'clock in the morning?"

~~~~~~

After we finished eating I took her back to the eastern side of the island near the old Navy base where my house sat on the water. Actually, the house was sitting on dry land. The back deck, which stretched out onto the water, was built on stilts and attached to the back of the house. "By the way, Doug," Jennifer smiled, as we pulled in, "Thanks again, for letting me stay here at your house while I'm in Key West."

"It's the least I could do, Jennifer" 

~~~~~~

At four thirty the following morning, the alarm woke me to start a new day. I waited till I had the coffee brewed and ready to serve before I woke Jennifer. Then I went down the hall to the guest room and tapped on the door and said, "Rise and shine," loud enough to wake anyone asleep behind it. I heard nothing. I knocked louder the next time, and even louder, said, "Rise and shine!" Two seconds later, a pair of sleepy, but beautiful blue eyes, surround by a shroud of messy blonde hair, peeked through the partially opened door and said, "Are you serious? It's not even daylight yet." 

I laughed and replied, "I'm going to get dressed. I suggest you do the same if you want the coffee that's waiting for you in the kitchen.

Because the guest bedroom had its own bathroom, she was up, dressed, and twenty minutes later, sitting down at the kitchen table joining me for a cup of coffee. To tell the truth, I was very impressed. As she took the first sip, I could see her begin to become more alert. "Is it good?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes into the back of her head, then smiled and replied, "It's heavenly." Then she looked at me and said "Can I ask a question?" 

"Sure!"

She put her coffee cup down on the table then looked at her watch and asked, "What in the world are we doing up at five o'clock in the morning?" 

I took one more sip of my coffee, and then I set my cup down, and with a warm smile, said, "Well, we all go for a long swim every Monday morning before we start the week." 

She looked at me like she'd seen a ghost and said, "How far is a long swim, and who is we?" 

"Well, we usually swim two and a half miles out," I informed her, "Then we turn around and come back" 

"That's five miles," she gasped, "I can't swim that far," 

"Relax! You don't have to do it," I smiled, "But you're going to have to be able to swim at least a mile to qualify for your Advanced Open Water Diver certification." 

She grinned and said, "I can probably swim a mile, but I'll have to work up to it. I'm not in that good of shape" 

"That's a matter of opinion," I silently told myself. 

I then noticed that she was wearing a tee shirt and shorts so, I smiled and told her, "I hope you packed a bathing suit, because you're gonna need it this morning." 

"I guess I need to go and change then, huh?" she smiled. 

"I think it's better than swimming in your clothes," I laughed, "Don't you?" 

Then she looked at me and, with a slight pout, said "I thought you said I wasn't going to have to swim today." 

I just smiled and replied, "Well, like I said, it's a requirement for your certification, and there's no time like the present to get started. So why not start today?" 

"Oh okay," she said, as she sulked off to change clothes.

When Jennifer emerged from her room, I thought I was going to have a coronary right there on the spot. She was wearing the same blue jean cut-offs that she wore when she came to pick me up at my hotel in Washington to take me to Mike's house. In addition; she wore her bikini top sans the shirt. The black shiny material was strategically cut to reveal just the right amount of flesh and cleavage. Her breasts were full and rode high on her chest; and it was all I could do to keep from drooling right there. I could tell by the look on her face that she knew the effect she was having on me, but she simply gave me that earth shattering smile of hers and asked, "Will this do Doug?" All I could do was nod my head, as I was speechless for the first time in many years. She began to giggle, and with a wave of her hand in front of my face, said, "Earth to Doug, are we going to eat breakfast first?" 

Snapping back to my senses, I smiled and said, "Why don't we work up an appetite first with a swim?"

~~~~~~

When we arrived at the docks, everyone was there. David, Todd, Chuck and even little Sherry, were all waiting patiently for our arrival. Andromeda was moored and idling in her slip. After I introduced Sherry to Jennifer, and as we all climbed aboard and prepared to shove off, Jennifer looked at me and asked, "Is Sherry part of the crew also?" 

Before I had the chance to reply, Sherry spoke up and excitedly said, "I sure am, at least on Monday mornings anyway. I'm also a certified Technical Diver, as well as an Open Water Scuba Instructor. Doug was my instructor and he taught me well." 

Jennifer gave her a puzzled look and asked, "What do you mean by, on Monday mornings?" 

I stepped in and said, "Sherry runs the dive shop while the rest of the guys work with me. She'll be your instructor for the class room phase of your training!" 

~~~~~~

We'd been underway for about forty five minutes and were one hundred and twenty-five miles southwest of the outer markers when Chuck cut Andromeda's engines and said, "We're here boss!" 

Jennifer gave me an odd look and said, "Where is here?" 

I smiled and said, "It's a surprise?" 

As the rest of the crew was scrambling around the boat, I threw Jennifer a sweatshirt and said, "Put this on," then turned to the rest of the crew and said, "Prep the Nautilus for deployment, guys." I pushed a button on the console of the bridge, and the aft doors of the stern deck opened up as the fifteen ton crane came to life. In a matter of three minutes, The Nautilus, my submersible, appeared on its platform, shining in the bright lights of its mother, Andromeda. For those who don't know what a submersible is; it is the same type of deep submergence vehicle which was used to go to the Titanic and the World War II Battleship, Bismarck. 

The morning sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, and as we prepared to lower Nautilus into the water; I looked at Jennifer and said, "Climb aboard." 

"I thought you said that I couldn't enter the submersible till I was SCUBA certified," she said apprehensively. 

I laughed and replied, "What I said was; you can't get in here, until you were either SCUBA certified, or had a recommendation from me. That's why you're going to keep your hands in your lap and not touch anything, okay?" 

"What am I supposed to do then?" she asked timidly. 

"Enjoy the view," I happily replied, as I helped her climb the ladder to the open hatch atop Nautilus. Once Todd and Jennifer and I, were all in, I closed the hatch and dogged it shut. I turned on the Oxygen generators and the Carbon Dioxide scrubbers, and after a radio acknowledgement from me; Sherry and David released the chocks and chains on Nautilus' docking platform, while Chuck activated the crane. In the next moment, we felt ourselves being lifted from the boat, and as I looked out her starboard observation port; I watched as we were being lowered into the sea.

Once the umbilicus was separated, I guided Nautilus as she descended into the darkness of the deep. As we were going down; I watched our depth gauge closely to make sure that we didn't descend too quickly, otherwise we could easily implode, killing all aboard.

Once we reached a hundred feet; I turned on the outer lights, and the once black sea became an opaque bluish-green within 30 yards around us. As we descended deeper, Nautilus began to groan with the pressure changes and Jennifer, with a frightened look on her face, asked, "Is that normal for this thing to make noises like that?" 

I smiled, and reassuringly, said "It does that every time. It's just the hull adjusting to the pressure of the depth we're at." 

"By the way, how deep are we?" asked Jennifer, uneasily. 

I looked at the depth gauge, as well as the sonar screen and replied, "We've just come to eight hundred feet, and if you look out the observation dome on your starboard side; you'll see why I brought you here" 

Jennifer's face lit up like Las Vegas at night when she saw, in near pristine condition, a World War II German U-Boat, lying on its side on the ocean floor. It was plain to see that it had been torpedoed aft, near the screw (propeller) and rudder housing. It must not have had good water tight integrity, because normally; any other submarine could've maintained surfacing ability with a hit like that.

"Oh Wow! Look at that!" Jennifer said excitedly. Then, with a smirk on her face, she turned away from the observation dome to look at me and said, "I'll bet you a thousand dollars that Congress doesn't know anything about this, huh?" 

"They do now, don't they?" I replied with a smirk. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked. 

I looked at her, and as plainly as I could, replied, "Well, you work for Congress, and it's my guess that as soon as we get back to port; you'll be on the phone telling them everything you've seen." 

While I hadn't meant to, I could tell that I'd definitely pissed her off when she crossed her arms abruptly, and barked, "I don't tell everything I know," and then, turned away from me to look back out to the sea, "Besides, I report to Mike Nelson and what he does with the information I give him is up to him and not me, dammit!"

~~~~~~

Chapter Four

That afternoon while Jennifer was in the classroom with Sherry, I got on the phone and called Mike Nelson to keep him apprised of what was happening, as well as the information about the U-Boat that would be coming across his desk in the next couple of days. I also told him about how I'd pissed Jennifer off, and that she'd not said two words to me since the dive in Nautilus this morning. He laughed and replied, "Aw Hell, Doug, give her some time, she'll come around. I'll bet that she's back to herself by this evening. Trust me Doug, she won't stay mad at you for too long, I promise," and with that; he began laughing and then abruptly hung up the phone before I had a chance to say anything else.

It was nearing four o'clock and I was sitting in my office going over some things I'd left for after my return from Washington. Suddenly I heard girlish laughter coming from the front of the shop, and I knew that Jennifer was done with her first class. Before I could get up from my desk, Sherry, followed closely by Jennifer, came into my office and said, "Hey Doug, guess what?" 

"What?" I replied, looking up from what I'd been working on. 

Sherry smiled and looked at Jennifer then back at me and said, "She aced her oral exams today, and I'm pretty sure she'll ace her written exam tomorrow afternoon. So, don't forget about what you said you were going to do for the first person to ace all three, well four tests, because she's going for her advanced certification too." 

"And what was that?" asked Jennifer. 

Sherry laughed and replied, "He said he would buy them dinner at the Fontainebleau Hotel in Miami." 

After grinning at Sherry slyly, Jennifer looked at me with a smirk across her face and replied, "I like my steak medium rare, Doug," and then laughed wildly, as she and Sherry left my office. I made that offer as an incentive, to a rather large dive class that had come through the shop a few months ago. 

Sherry knew it, too, but because she and I like to play practical jokes on each other; all I could say now was, "Me and my big mouth!"

That evening I was sitting out on my front deck having a cup of coffee. Sherry had invited Jennifer out for drinks in celebration of the scores on her tests thus far. I was watching the sun sink slowly into the western horizon when I heard the phone ring. I answered it and said, "Hello?" 

"Doug, this is Sherry. You need to come to the Green Parrot now, there's trouble," was all I heard before she hung up abruptly. I knew that the Green Parrot was a bar that, most of the time was calm, but at times, had a reputation for having some pretty rough customers. I stood up and went inside the house, got my keys, and then after locking up; I ran back outside, hopped into my Jeep and took off. 

~~~~~~




You Never Know



As I walked into the Green Parrot, I heard the sound of glass breaking and I heard a woman, which sounded a lot like Jennifer, scream and yell, "NOOO!!!" I took off at a dead run into the bar. Once inside I saw Sherry being held up against the wall by two big, but trashy looking women. They were each licking her on her face, and one had her hand up the front of Sherry's blouse while the other had her hand down the front of Sherry's pants. To my immediate left, I saw two biker trash assholes in the floor with Jennifer. One was holding her down and the other was trying to take off her pants. I put my foot square in face of the one trying to take her pants off, knocking him out with one kick. The man that had been holding Jennifer down tried to stand, but not before I broke his knee with a side kick. I heard one the other two women scream behind and then I felt something hit me in the back of the head, stunning me for about two seconds. My vision cleared just in time to see one the other two women preparing to attack me. But, before I had to defend myself; the owner of the bar, and a personal friend of mine, appeared from out of nowhere and fired his .357 magnum into the air. 

The room became dead silent when he shouted, "NOBODY MOVE, GOD DAMMIT!" Then he looked at me and said, "Doug, I know you didn't start this so, you're free to go. I've called the police and they'll be here in a second."

The owner of the Green Parrot, Tom Wright, was a good guy, and almost everyone in Key West knew and respected him. As I helped Jennifer up off the floor, I noticed her bra and shirt had been cut open in the front so, I took off my own tee-shirt and gave it to her to put on. Even though she was trembling something awful; she still bravely walked with Sherry to the ladies room to freshen up. 

No sooner had the two ladies entered the restroom than the police arrived. The minute they walked in and saw the two men in the floor and the two women against the wall, the two policemen began to laugh and said, "We had trouble with this group yesterday. They were told to leave Key West and no charges would be filed, but it looks like they were too stupid for that. Now in addition to the felony assault charges, I'll bet that there will be destruction to private property, drunk and disorderly...." 

"Add attempted rape to those charges officer," interrupted Jennifer, as she and Sherry emerged from the ladies room. Holding up her shirt and bra, she showed where they had clearly been cut off of her body and said, "Here's the evidence." The officers called on their radio for a paddy wagon, which took less time to arrive than most ambulances I've seen. 

After the four idiots had been arrested, cuffed and loaded into the van, one of the arresting officers approached Jennifer, who was by this time a little calmer than she'd been earlier and said, "Ma'am, if you want to press charges, you're going to have to come down and stand before the judge."

I looked at her and she just nodded her head so, I told the officer, "We'll be down there in about an hour. Will that be alright?" 

The officer smiled and replied, "It's gonna take us that long to get this trashed booked and printed so, that will be just fine," then as an afterthought; he looked at Jennifer and said, "Are you alright Miss?" 

She simply snuggled under my left arm and I said, "She'll be alright. We'll see you in an hour."

~~~~~~

On the ride back to my place, Jennifer was quiet and still. After I pulled in the driveway and turned off the Jeep. I hopped out and went around to her side and helped her out. She took my hand and got out, and then immediately walked to the front door and waited for me to come unlock it. I walked as quickly as possible and opened the door. She walked in and waited in the foyer for me to come in and close the door behind us. The moment it clicked shut, Jennifer threw her arms around my neck while pressing her body to mine and began to cry and tremble almost violently. I simply held on to her while she cried, just being there for her.

Five minutes had passed and she was still crying so, I picked her up and carried her to the couch where I slowly sat down, keeping her in my lap, and then just simply held her while she wept. It wasn't long before the sobs turned to sniffles and I softly asked, "Are you alright?" She leaned back and looked at me. I saw her at her most vulnerable, and I knew then, that she must've either really cared for me, or at the very least, really trusted me to allow me to see this side of her. Her beautiful blue eyes were blood shot, and her porcelain cheeks were wet. From a box of tissues I kept on the end table, I reached over and pulled out a small handful and began to wipe the tears from her eyes and off her face. 

She smiled and said, "Thank you, Doug."

"For what?" I asked.

I felt her gentle fingers softly pushed the hair from my forehead as she replied, "Saving my life for starters, but also for being a man that I've come to respect very greatly, and I'm sorry for the way I acted this morning about the U-Boat." 

I smiled and gently brushed her hair out of her face and replied, "I was wrong too, so, it seems each of our bad behaviors this morning cancelled the other's out, okay?" 

She smiled, and then softly, but quickly, kissed me on the lips. "What was that for?" I asked. 

"You're a smart guy Doug," she replied giggling, "You figure it out." Then she hopped off my lap and said, "I'm gonna go change clothes so we can go to the police station and file charges on those assholes." If I live to a hundred, I'll never forget what she did next. After giving me a devilish wink, she did something that caught me completely off guard. She turned with her back to me and took off the tee shirt I'd given her earlier. With a head on view of her naked back, she turned around with her left arm across her breasts. All she was hiding were basically her nipples, but she smiled at me, and while throwing me my shirt with her right hand, said, "Here's your shirt back, tough guy," then she giggled and disappeared down the hall to her room. 

I just shook my head then laughed and said "Women!" 

"I HEARD THAT!" came echoing up the hall, followed by more girlish giggles.

"GOOD!" I shouted back, laughing.

~~~~~~

As we stood before the judge, the bailiffs escorted the idiots to the defendant's cubicle. The one whose knee I thought that I broke was standing, albeit barely, in the cubicle with them. "Damn, I guess I need to start working out more," I silently laughed to myself. Mike had told me that Jennifer was a sharp woman and I got to see her intelligence first hand. She showed the judge not only her Congressional I.D. but she also showed him her Military Liaison I.D. Card as well. When the judge saw this, he denied bail and bound them over to face the grand jury on felony charges. That meant that they'd be in jail for a very long time. Their bikes were confiscated and would later be auctioned off.

~~~~~~

That night I grilled two nice sized pieces of New York Strip on the back deck. Jennifer attempted to help, but I grinned at her and said, "If I were you, young lady, I'd be studying for the test I'm supposed to take tomorrow afternoon," 

She looked at me and laughed, then arrogantly replied, "I'm ready."

"Oh yeah?" I asked, with a sinister grin. 

She stood almost defiantly, and then haughtily said, "Ask me anything you want!" 

"You're that sure, huh?" 

She walked over to me, and looking me right in the eye, replied, "I've been studying this ever since Mike told me I would be coming down here." 

I looked at her strangely, and with a questioning tone of voice, asked, "What do you mean by, 'ever since Mike told you that you were coming down here'?"

Looking like a kid that got caught with her hand in the cookie jar, Jennifer sheepishly said, "Oopps!" 

"Oopps is right" I suspiciously replied. All of a sudden a feeling of dread overcame me so, I walked around behind the outside bar and pulled a bottle of Jim Beam out of the locker beneath it and set it upon the bar. Then I took the glass I'd been drinking iced tea from and poured over the side of the deck into the sea. Pouring a shot of the bourbon into the glass; I took it in one gulp and said, "You wanna tell me what's going on here Jennifer?" 

She smiled and meekly said, "Well it's kind of a long story!" 

I took the bottle and poured about two shots worth of bourbon into my glass. Then reaching into the ice bucket I'd brought outside earlier, I grabbed a handful of ice, threw into the glass of bourbon, and after taking a sip, replied, "Well, I just put the steaks on the grill so, I'm all ears for the next thirty minutes!"

With a look on her face that was similar to that of a child who'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar, Jennifer took a deep breath and began, "I saw you make your presentation to Congress and I thought you were so brilliant, that I found myself in awe of you. It turned out, with my help of course, that I was put in charge of researching you and your background. When I found out that you were one of the most highly decorated SEALs to ever come out the Naval Special Warfare community; I knew I had to meet you. Through further research of your military records, I discovered that Admiral Mike Nelson was your old Commanding Officer. I've known Mike for a while, and I contacted him immediately. When I told him of my plans; he readily agreed to help me, and...." 

"And, what were your plans?" I asked, suspiciously. 

She hung her head and replied, "If I tell you, you've got to promise me that you won't think I'm some silly girl." 

"I won't make any promises until I hear the truth," I said adamantly. 

"Fair enough!" she replied, "I wanted to come down here so I could be with you, Doug. You're the most intelligent, brilliant, and handsome man I've ever met and I can't think of anyone more perfect for me than you." I sat there silent and completely stunned. After a few minutes, she looked at me and said, "Well aren't you going to say anything?" 

"What do you want me to say?" I asked, still jarred by her revelation. 

"I don't know," she said, hanging her head, tears beginning to pour down her face, "I guess what I want you to tell me is that you find me as attractive as I find you" 

I knew it took a lot of guts for her to be able to admit her true feelings to me and I began to see her in a new light. God she was beautiful. I slowly approached her, and lifting her chin up so I could look her in the eyes, I said, "Look Jennifer, from the first moment I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful thing I'd ever laid eyes on. But you've got to understand that my work is very important to me, and I just don't want to make any mistakes." 

She smiled that earth shattering smile again, and after walking away from me, she turned and replied, "So, you think I'm attractive huh?" 

I laughed and said, "Yes, you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen but...." 

"Well that's enough to keep you interested enough till I can figure out a way to make you fall in love with me," interrupted Jennifer, with a sly grin. Then she walked back towards me seductively, then put her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss that nearly curled my toes. 

It started softly, gradually building until our bodies were pressed tightly together and our tongues were gently, but feverishly, exploring one another's mouths. I was sure that she could feel me growing between us, and right before I reached full mast, she pulled away, both of us breathing heavily, and said "Well....that should hold you until after dinner!"

Then she walked down the hall toward the bathroom while I sat down and regained control of myself. If she could do to me what she just did with a single kiss, then God help me if she decides to make love to me. Regardless, now I wanted this woman in the worst way and there was no denying it. I didn't even hear that voice that used to pop into my head and make me aware of my fear of commitment. Somehow I just knew Jennifer was different, she had to be. She flat out told me that she was going to make me fall in love with her. "Oh well, what the hell?" I thought to myself. At the same time, I didn't want her to think I would be an easy conquest either. Yeah, Right!

Dinner was a series of subtle smiles, soft touches and gestures. We spoke very few words to each other. We mostly just watched one another and smiled while we ate, feeding one another occasionally. After desert and coffee, we layed together on my double Chais lounge and held each other, softly cuddling beneath the stars.

I woke up about four o'clock in the morning and realized we'd fallen asleep and were still lying outside. So, quietly and ever so slowly so as not to wake her, I picked Jennifer up and cradled her in my arms. Instinct must've taken over, because her arms stayed tight around my neck. I carried her to her room and gently laid her down on the bed. Then I took a blanket from the closet and covered her with it. Just as I was turning to leave the room I heard, "Aren't you going to kiss me good night?" 

"I suppose I could," I lightly teased, "Just this once anyway." 

I turned around and leaned down to where she lay. In the half darkness of the moonlit night, I felt her arms gently wrap around my upper body and torso. As her soft lips touched mine, I felt her tongue gently slip into my mouth, slowly then more passionately as time progressed. As I lay down next to her on the bed, our kiss intensified and she pressed her soft body firmly against me. Feelings that I'd not had in many years began to course through my body, stirring my very soul, but it ended as softly as it began. The last thing I felt before I left the room was Jennifer's hand squeezing my thigh. Then I turned and left, closing the door behind me and walked slowly down the hall to my room.

~~~~~~

The next day proved to be a turning point in my life as well as Jennifer's. Because of the earlier events of the night before, I woke earlier than normal. And not being able to go back to sleep; I decided to have an early morning swim. The back deck of my house had a stairwell that descended to a dock below. Because of the fact that it was still dark outside; I decided to go au natural. I walked down the stairs, peeling my clothes as I went. Once I reached the lower landing of the dock; I jumped, nude, into the gentle arms of the ocean. 

The water is our mother and I've always believed and taken part in the belief of the water having healing powers. However in this case, I wasn't sure that healing was exactly what I needed. I knew that I was definitely attracted to Jennifer, that much was certain, but I also knew that I wasn't really sure how I felt about her, regardless of the fact that I could easily fall in love with her. 

As I swam further out; I began to realize that maybe she was the one that would make the difference in my life and perhaps be the woman that I'd dreamed of in the deepest, most secret reaches of my heart. I swam for a bit longer before deciding to turn back and head for home. As I swam back in the semi darkness, I made out a figure standing on the landing of my dock. As I got nearer; there was no mistaking who was waiting for me. It was Jennifer and she was wearing a long white flowing gown. Even in the light of the waning moon I could tell that she wore nothing beneath her clothes. 

When I reached the dock and just before I got out of the water; I saw at her perched before me, holding a towel in her right hand. I figured that there was no hiding my body so; I climbed out of the water onto the deck. I stood on the dock, and before I had a chance to bend over and pick up my clothes; she wrapped the towel around my wet nakedness. And in doing so, she wrapped her arms around my body, pressing hers against mine, and it was all I could do to contain myself. My defenses were weakened even further as she softly pressed her lips to mine, giving me a tender and sensual kiss. 

"Good Morning, Handsome," she purred. 

"Hi yourself, pretty lady," I replied smiling.

I followed her back up the stairs to the house and was brought out of the haze of our passion by the sight of breakfast sitting on the table awaiting me. It was difficult to eat while watching her move gracefully around me and being able to define her nude body beneath the almost sheer tresses of her gown. Her breasts stood proudly on her chest while her areola, about the size of a silver dollar, encased nipples the size of quarter inch long pencil erasers. Her stomach was flat and led gently below to the wispy soft treasure between her legs that revealed Jennifer to be a true blonde.

At this point, she sat me down at the table, and while I was wearing only the towel wrapped around my waist, sat in my lap and began to feed me. I smiled and shook my head. "What's wrong?" she asked pointedly. 

I laughed and said, "I wish you knew what you were doing to me" 

Wiggling her hips, she ground her ass into the hardness that was rising from my groin, and with a sultry tone of voice, replied, "Baby, I know exactly what I'm doing." 

Suddenly a great fear rose from within me and I abruptly grabbed her hips. I gently removed her from my lap and made sure that her butt landed softly in the chair I'd been sitting in as I stood up. I walked out the back door and stood on the deck looking out at the sea. As I breathed in the salt air; the hardness faded from me as did the apprehension. Of course it was replaced by guilt for treating Jennifer the way I just had. 

Over the years I had built up sort of an automatic defense mechanism deep inside me, and whenever I'd start to let my guard down; the dark uneasiness from my past always came over me. I can't explain it, but it picked one hell of a time to rear its head. Up until now I thought I'd always been cool and collected around Jennifer, but somehow, it felt like she was insinuating herself inside of me, hence the reason for the defense mechanism, and I found myself becoming afraid of her.

"Are you alright?" rang in my ears, snapping me out of my reverie. I turned around to see Jennifer standing before me wearing my terrycloth bathrobe. I saw tears running down her face, and before I had the chance to speak, she wrapped her arms around me, almost throwing her body against me and then began to weep bitterly. "I'm so sorry Doug, you must think I'm some kind of slut now," she said, as cried into my chest. My thinking bad of her was most definitely not the case. I would prefer that it be the other way around with me offering her the apology. 

So, I pulled her away from me and looked into her beautiful blue eyes and said, "It's not your fault and you have nothing to be sorry for."

With tears still dripping down her face, she sniffed and replied, "But I thought that I was..." 

"No," I replied sternly, then I smiled, "And if I ever hear the word slut come out of your mouth in reference to yourself; I'll bend you across my knee." Before she could reply I leaned down and tenderly kissed her lips. 

As soon as our lips parted, she gave me a mischievous look and said, "That's not a bad thing ya know?" 

"What do you mean?" I asked, caught off guard.

"You know," she giggled, "The part about where you said you'd take me across your knee." 

"What am I going to do with you?" I asked, laughing while hugging her closely to me.

This time she pulled away, and seriously looking at me, said, "I want you to tell me what you were talking about when you said 'your fault'!" I took my arms from around her, then took her hand and led her into the house.

After walking into the kitchen, I sat her down at the kitchen table and took the seat directly across from her. Then I took a deep breath and replied, "When I was in the Navy, I saw a lot of terrible things. I saw my two best friends in the whole world get cut down and there was nothing, I repeat, nothing I could do about it. I was cross trained as a Hospital Corpsman and I heard my buddies calling to me. I tried with everything I had to get to them before they died. But once I managed to get the guys that were shooting at us to begin with, my friends were already dead. By the grace of God, I came out of it with my sanity still in tact, but it came at too great a price as far as I'm concerned. Now, I guess whenever I feel like I'm starting to get close to someone, I have a self defense mechanism inside me that makes me want to run away." By this time, tears were raining down my face at the memories of my past. And before I had the chance to say anything further; Jennifer had already risen from the table and was at my side with her arms gently, but firmly, around me. She said nothing while I broke down and wept for the first time in a very long while.




You Never Know



Then she sat back down in my lap, and once I'd calmed down, asked "Are you okay Doug?" 

I began to relax and then leaned back and replied "Yeah, I'm sorry for acting like that. I haven't done that in a very long time." 

She smiled that earth shattering smile again and said "You don't ever have to be sorry. And just so you know, I'm here if you ever want to talk, alright?" I gently pulled her to me, and as tenderly as I knew how, I softly kissed her on the lips. She responded likewise and before I realized it; we were in the middle of a very passionate kiss. I felt my groin begin to stir to the point that, with her sitting in my lap the way she was; it wouldn't be too long before she would definitely be able to feel it. So, I slowly ended the kiss and gently held her at arm's length so I could look at her. 

Her beautiful face was flushed and excited, and I'm sure I looked the same as well, but with great difficulty, I remained strong and replied, "Why don't we calm down a little and talk some more, alright?" 

"Okay," she smirked, "But I'm still not going to get off your lap."

~~~~~~

Chapter Five

Later that morning; Jennifer was ready to make her first pool dive and take her underwater skills test. I had plans that included taking the crew out on the boat for some further training. However; that went to hell in a hand basket when, because of the nights previous activities, Sherry had unknowingly suffered a broken collar bone. She only thought she'd been roughed up a little. When she showed up for work wearing a tank top shirt; I immediately saw that what she called simple bruises, were more than they appeared to be. I sent her to the hospital, and to her protests as well as also making sure she went; I sent Chuck Bowers and Todd Jackson along with her. The job of certifying Jennifer on her pool dives now fell in my hands. I wasn't too upset about it though because, although I wasn't ready to admit it to myself yet; I was falling in love with her. And if the truth were to be known; I couldn't wait to spend more time with her that day.

~~~~~~

We went to the Florida Keys Community College Pool for this part of her training. I immediately saw an old friend of mine from the Navy whom I knew worked and taught there. His name was Dick Smith, and when he saw me walking into the pool house with Jennifer he said "Well hey Doug! How are ya, buddy?" 

"I'm doing fine Dick, how are you?" I replied. 

I should've known he was up to mischief when, as we got closer, he looked at Jennifer, and with a smirk, said "Well, she's a lot prettier than the last two students you drowned in here last month!" 

Jennifer's eyes went wide as saucers as both Dick and I began to laugh, and to Jennifer, I replied, "Don't pay any attention to him. He's full of shit sometimes."

Her face melted into a smile as she said, "No wonder you two are friends then." 

"What do you mean?" I asked, feigning innocence. 

"Because; you're full of shit sometimes too," she smirked. 

"Sounds like she knows you well, old friend," Dick laughed. 

Knowing that I'd been had; I just grinned and said, "Both of you can kiss my ass ya know." 

Shortly thereafter, I showed Jennifer how to rig her buoyancy control jacket (BCD) and regulator to her tank. Then I showed her how to suit up and prepare to enter the water. Once this was done I rigged my own gear and in a matter of seconds; we were both bobbing on the surface of the deep end of the pool. I gave her some final instructions right before we submerged, and then once we were beneath the surface; we began her underwater skills instructions and tests. She scored excellent, just like I knew she would. After all, she was a very intelligent woman to begin with and I found myself becoming fonder of her as time progressed.

~~~~~~

Upon completion of that phase of her training, it was time for her to take her final written exams, both the Open Water and Advanced Open Water. When we got back to the dive shop; I led Jennifer into the classroom, and as I handed her the test papers, said, "Okay, here are the exams. Your open water dives usually come before your written tests, but I'm gonna do it like this. And if anyone doesn't like it, that's just tough shit. Take your time on these tests and you'll be alright." 

"You think so?" she asked nervously. 

I patted her on the shoulder and replied, "Just remember your training and you'll do fine." She smiled at me and as I turned to leave the room, I winked and added, "Good luck, I'll be back in an hour or so." 

~~~~~~

I retuned an hour later and she was just finishing up when I appeared in the doorway of the classroom. "Well how do you think you did?" I asked when she handed me her test papers. 

She smiled widely, and with a cocky tone of voice that I'd not heard before, she arched her right eyebrow grinning, and said, "I aced these." I suddenly discovered I was looking into a mirror as I saw a side of myself in her, which I found to be absolutely adorable. This woman was beginning to affect me in ways I was not familiar with. 

So, with my shoulders held back in teasing defiance, I smiled and cockily replied, "Well then, we'll just have to see about that, now, won't we?" and then laughed. I took the test paper into my office and sat down to grade it with Jennifer standing right beside me to be there when her point had been proven. 

It took me all of five minutes to get done, and sure enough; she had aced both exams. When I turned to look at her, it was obvious by my facial expressions that her claim about the tests had come to fruition. She smiled very widely and said "See? I told you I aced them." 

I simply laughed and replied, "Yeah, you did, and now I guess I have to take you out to dinner, huh?" 

She put her hands on her hips and sweetly but sharply replied, "Not just dinner, dinner at The Fontainebleau Hotel in Miami. Sherry said that you promised to....." 

"Sherry has a big mouth," I said, as I stood up smiling, "And yes, a promise is a promise, okay?"

"Really?" she asked, sounding like a girl instead of a woman. I nodded my head, and before I could move, she squealed and threw her arms tightly around my neck hugging me, while at the same time pressing her body fully against mine.

~~~~~~

I had a chopper fly us to the hotel in Miami that evening, calling ahead before we left so as to have an escort there to meet us at the small heliport atop the Fontainebleau. I wore the same suit I'd worn in Washington. Jennifer wore a very tasteful mini skirt made of black leather, with a cream colored blouse beneath a jacket that matched her skirt. Her feet were elegantly adorned in black leather heels that were not too tall, but tall enough to make her look even sexier than she already was, if that was even possible. As we took the elevator down the short distance to 'The Penthouse Restaurant', I looked at Jennifer and said, "In case I forgot to tell you, you look very beautiful tonight." 

"Thank you," she replied, kissing me, "And so do you, you handsome thing!"

Once we had been seated, Jennifer looked out the window and received a breath taking view of the Miami skyline at night. "My God, Doug, this is beautiful," she gasped, and then smiling and taking my hand in both of hers, she caressed it and softly cooed, "Thank you for this evening. You really didn't have to do this ya know." 

"If I remember right, someone told me that they wanted their steak served medium rare when they aced all their tests," I smiled.

"You sweet, sweet man," she replied, her eyes sparkling like two blue diamonds.

~~~~~~ 

We had spent the evening dining and dancing until the wee hours of the morning, before taking the helicopter back to Key West just as the sun began to peek over the eastern horizon. As we watched the rising sun from passenger bay of the Bell 427 helicopter, traveling home at 95 knots and at an altitude of 500 feet, I looked at Jennifer snuggled closely to me and asked, "Did you have a good time?" 

"Oh my God, are you kidding? Yes, I had a wonderful time. Thank you, Doug," she replied, as she slowly she leaned over and gently brushed her lips against mine. Soon it turned more passionate, and the next thing I knew, she was practically sitting in my lap.

"Whoa, wait a minute, Jennifer, sweetie. I think we, I mean I, ought to slow things down a little," I said, gently pulling her away from me, but still holding her at less than arms length.

"I understand, Doug," she smirked, "But I know you won't be able to resist me forever."

"You're something else, gorgeous," I replied with a smile.

~~~~~~

It was just a little after noon when the phone rang, waking me up. I answered the extension sitting on my nightstand, to find out that it was Mike calling in to see how things were going.

"Hi Doug, how are things in sunny Key West?"

"Fine Mike, how are you?"

"I'm good; it sounds like you just woke up, late night, huh?"

"Kind of," I yawned.

Can I speak to Jennifer?" he laughed, "Or is she worn her out, too?"

"Jeez, Mike, gimme a break," I chuckled, "Hang on a minute, and I'll get her for you."

I walked down the hall and tapped on Jennifer's door, and called her name. After getting no response, I repeated the process. Finally, after three more attempts, I slowly opened her door, lightly tapping on it as I did. Still, no answer so, I walked on into her bedroom and when I saw her lying on the bed, I almost had a heart attack right there. She was laying on her stomach with her face turned away from me. However, not only was she still asleep and dead-to-the-world, but she had apparently kick off her cover in her sleep. The sheet lay at her knees, leaving her naked body exposed to my eyes. I was blessed with the sight of the most perfect ass I've ever seen on a woman. Two beautifully sculpted creamy white globes of flesh pressed together until flaring out exposing the wisp of blonde pubic hair that hid the soft sweet treasure beneath it. Long slender legs flowed from her ass all the way down, and then disappeared beneath the cover. As my eyes left her ass and went up the slope of her waist and onto her back, blonde strands of hair covered her back, but still slightly revealed the sides of her creamy breasts pressed into the matress. I would've loved to have been able to stare at her all day, but Mike wanted to talk to her on the phone. So, after pulling the sheets back over her body and covering her, I moved back to the door until just my head was inside the doorjamb, and loudly said, "JENNIFER!"

She snapped her head back around toward the door, then smiled and sleepily replied, "Good morning, Doug."

"Good morning to you, too," I smiled, "Mike Nelson is on the phone and he wants to talk to you. You can take it in my room. I'll be in the kitchen starting breakfast, okay."

"Okay, thanks, Doug, "she smiled, gathering the sheets around her naked body as she sat up in bed, "Tell him I'll be right there." I left her room, went back and told Mike what she'd said, and then headed to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee and start making breakfast.

The coffee had just finished brewing and I was getting ready to pour a cup for each of us, when Jennifer came walking into the kitchen wearing a pair of cut-off blue jean shorts and a plain white tee shirt. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, as she sat down at the table, and with a bright smile, leaned over and softly kissed me on the cheek as I sat down next to her, then cooed, "Mmm, good morning, handsome."

"Hi," I smiled, "Did you sleep well?"

"Gosh," she giggled, "I must've been really tired to have slept so soundly last night. I didn't hear you knock."

"Yeah, we had a pretty late night, last night, huh?"

"Oh yes," she swooned, "But I had such a good time last night, Doug, thank you again."

"Well, I was just trying to keep my word. After all, you passed all your tests ya know."

"Oh Doug," she smiled coyly, "You can't tell me that you weren't having a good time yourself."

"Oh, I don't know," I smiled, teasing her, "Maybe just a little." 

"I thought so," she sweetly replied, reaching over the table and gently patting my hand.

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Chapter Six

That afternoon found us, us being, myself, Jennifer, David and Sherry, aboard Andromeda, and sitting in 75 feet of water while I prepared to take Jenny on her first open water dive. I made sure that she rigged her own gear, and after her doing so; I gave it the final inspection. Of course she did no less than perfect, which is what I expected from her. Once we were both rigged and suited, off Andromeda's stern we went.

As soon as she hit the water and was completely submerged, I gave her the signal to follow me. I watched her closely as we descended, making sure she was able to equalize properly. I wasn't surprised when she did exactly as she was trained to do. The really cool thing about it was, that Jennifer seemed to take to being under the water as if she had been born to it. Later on, we all teased her by saying that we thought she might be part fish. Of course, she took it all good naturedly. 

As soon as we touched down on the ocean floor, she performed her underwater skills test with perfect precision. She was a natural, I knew it the moment she hit the water. After she passed her tests, I took her to a shallower reef that was filled with marine life. I could see her obvious delight in everything she saw. I showed her the antic's of the Yellow-Headed Jawfish. These are the little guys that build their homes by digging a narrow hole in the sand, and then putting small stones around its entrance. If another Jawfish builds its home too close to another one's, the other one will either try to steal stones from the new ones home, or will try to run him off all together. Also, if a stone accidentally gets knocked into a Jaw fish's hole, the little guy will swim out with the stone in his mouth, spit it out, and then do a little dance, before darting back into his home again. It's really neat to watch these little guys. All too soon though, we reached our no-decompression limits and the time to surface had come. We ascended at the same rate as our bubbles, no faster, and then once we reached the proper depth; we remained there for five minutes, allowing our bodies to decompress before we could ascend.

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The moment we broke the surface, and were back aboard Andromeda, I saw a wild, excited look in Jennifer's eyes the second she took off her mask. "Oh, wow, Doug," she exclaimed smiling," That was so cool. I can't wait to do it again."

"Let's eat some lunch first, "I chuckled, "That should give us more than enough time to off-gas, and then we'll do your second open water dive."

As we ate, Jennifer relived her first dive for David and Sherry, both of whom knew the excitement she was feeling. She was so precious to watch as she was very animated in her actions when describing what all she had seen. I thought I was going to fall out of my chair laughing, hell; we all did, when Jennifer showed us her version of the Jaw fish's dance.

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Her second dive was not too dissimilar from her first. The only difference was we were at a shallower depth than before, but still; she performed brilliantly and that was what counted the most. Jennifer had been a great student, possibly one of the best I'd had in long while, if not ever. I only had to show her how to do everything one time, and one time only, man, how refreshing.

~~~~~~

On the way back to port, Jennifer sat with Sherry on Andromeda's stern, enjoying a cold drink, and wore a self satisfied little smirk on her face as she looked out to sea. "How're you doing?" I asked, coming up behind her.

"Aw man," she replied smiling, "I'm pleased that everything went so well.

"That's good," I replied with a grin, "But you still have to do the mile-long swim before you're finished."

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That evening back at my house, I had taken some chicken breasts out of the freezer to thaw before we left that morning, and by the time we made it back that evening; they were ready for the grill. I told Jennifer to go ahead and take her shower first so that I could get everything ready for dinner.

I walked out on my deck and fired up the grill. Then I went back into the kitchen and took the chicken out of the refrigerator. As I went back out onto the deck, my mind drifted back to the previous night in Miami, and how beautiful Jennifer had looked then. "Hell, she was still just as beautiful without being all dressed up," I silently said to myself. I knew she harbored feelings for me, that much was certain. As I began to lay the chicken breasts on the grill, I realized that the real question was whether I had feelings for her. Little did I realize, that my feelings for her were about to be revealed.

"Wow, that shower felt great, Doug," Jennifer said behind me, breaking me out of my reverie and making me turn around. She was barefoot, wearing a pair of white shorts and a form-fitting peach colored tank top, and although her hair was wet and she had a towel hanging around her shoulders, I found her to be even more stunning than ever before.

"Then, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I smiled, feeling my groin stirring again. 

She walked over to where I stood, then after looking down at the chicken roasting on the grill, she smiled and said, "I'm gonna have to take a rain-check on the swim tomorrow."

"Oh, no you don't," I laughed, "You're getting out of it that easy."

"I'm sorry, Doug," she softly replied, "But I've got to go back to D.C. tomorrow."

I wasn't prepared for that one, and the disappointment must've plainly shown on my face, because Jennifer laughed, and said, "Relax, Doug. I'll only be gone for a few days, a week at the very most."

"Oh well," I sullenly replied, "I guess that's okay then."

"Aw, Doug," she said, placing her arms around my waist, "What's wrong, sweetie, hmm?"

I decided to just say "What the hell" and tell how I really felt. "Jennifer," I began, "Ever since I first laid eyes on you in Washington, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And as I've gotten to know you a little better, I've found that I'm beginning to experience certain feelings where you're concerned. You're telling me that you're leaving tomorrow, and now I find myself standing on very unfamiliar territory."

"Doug," she smiled knowingly, running her fingernails through my hair on the back of my head, "What're you trying to tell me, sweetie?"

"Aw hell," I sighed, relenting, "I guess what I'm saying is that; I'm going to miss you....a lot," and then throwing all caution to the wind, I leaned in closely to her and softly kissed her sweet lips.

The kiss remained tender, but our arms snaked their way around one another's body, holding us firmly against one another. Her firm breasts were pillowed tightly against my chest as her groin found its way to mine, softly pushing, slowly grinding. Jennifer held herself there until I was rock hard, and then as she softly released me from the kiss; she blatantly pushed her pubic bone against my hardness, and while seductively smiling, purred, "Mmm, Doug, I'm gonna miss you, too, baby." Then she stepped away from me and looked down. When she saw my erection plainly visible in my swim trunks, her eyes went wide. A smile like none I'd yet seen from her began to spread across her face, remaining as she looked wantonly into my eyes and breathed, "I think you better go take your shower now. That way we both will have a chance to, uh...cool down." Then with her face blushing brightly, she turned to the grill and giggled, "I'll make sure the chicken doesn't burn while you're taming that monster in you pants."

"Smart ass woman," I laughed, walking back into the house.

That evening we ate our meal holding hands, and slowly reveling in just being together. I wanted to take things slowly, as did Jennifer. So, when bedtime came, I suddenly felt alone when I released her hand, bidding her goodnight at her bedroom door. As I lay in my bed that night, my heart soared at my feelings for Jennifer, while my arms ached from wanting to hold her next to me.




You Never Know



Philip Johnson

Chapter One

Andrews, Pelley and Grove Investments. That's what Dana saw five days a week as he walked through the corporate double doors and on to his office on the fourth floor. He knew precious little about investments per se, but his position as one of the division office managers didn't require that. His days were spent on the computer in his office, in meetings and interacting with other managers seeing to it that the customer accounts were handled according to their policies and goals and to the customer's satisfaction. 

A great many of their accounts ran into the millions of dollars and the effort devoted to those customers to keep them happy was impressive. To that end, every Monday morning, Herald Pelley the VP of customer relations chaired a meeting involving every manager on the fourth and fifth floors. The value of those meetings were questionable to say the least, but no manager was in any hurry to be unemployed so all eyes were always on Mr. Pelley and all heads bobbed up and down like puppets as he talked on and on. It was at the end of one of those interminable meetings that Mr. Pelley finished his speech with, "Dana, would you and Mel stay behind a minute?" That was totally out of the Monday morning routine and both Dana and Mel were mentally preparing for the worst. 

As everybody filed out of the conference room Mel and Dana sat there in silence with Mr. Pelley a few chairs away. There was little doubt that the rest of the managers were quietly laying odds on all that might befall their two peers left behind. Once the conference room doors were closed, Mr. Pelley looked toward the two poor souls still sitting there. "The reason I wanted to talk to you two now is I'm leaving town right after I leave here and I need to give you fair warning." The long pause was enough to make grown men break out in a sweat. "We've been developing a seminar for a number of our managers and we have reserved positions for six managers from here. Both of you were among those selected from here. The seminar is in San Jose at the Marriott Court Yard and we have a small suite reserved for you. Please mark your calendar for September fifteenth through the twentieth and my secretary will be providing you with the details and plane tickets before you leave. If you have any questions see me after next week."

With that Mr. Pelley rose and exited the room leaving the two of them sitting there. They were prepared for lightening to strike them and instead they had just received a major vote of confidence by being included with the chosen few. Mel took a deep breath and said, "Can you believe that. I thought for sure my ass was canned and instead I'm going to San Jose." 

"Mel I think I nearly pissed my pants. I don't know about you buddy but I will be stopping at Blake's Pub for a beverage or three before I even go home." 

"Stop by my office on your way out and I'll join you." 

"See you then." The two of them were soon in their own offices and calling their wives with the news, and to warn the ladies that they would be just a little late getting home. The word was out in no time and there was no shortage of congratulations and wisecracks for the rest of the day from the other managers. 

When the two entered Blake's at the end of the day they found one empty table and placed their order with Zelda. Her real name was Heather but with her beautiful ass and legs it was hoped the awful name helped them to stay away from more carnal thoughts. Of course it didn't work at all. As they sat there they saw Carrie enter and unsuccessfully look for a place to sit and have a cocktail. Dana called to her and said, "Carrie it looks like you're stuck with joining us." 

"You mean I can sit with the chosen ones?" 

"You're just jealous." 

"Hell yes I am. That's quite a plum you two have been handed." 

"Hence the celebrating." 

"So what brings the fair Miss Carrie into this dark and noisy place?" 

"I'm meeting hubby in an hour for an early dinner." 

"Good for you that leaves more of the evening for screwing." 

"My thoughts exactly. I almost feel sorry for Gene." 

"We don't. If he lives through it he'll be a very happy and lucky guy. If he dies in the saddle he'll die with a hard on and a smile on his face." 

"You Mel are so crude." 

"But you still love us." 

"Yeah well like maybe, envy for sure. So you have three weeks to think about this little event then?" 

"Just about yes." 

"It should be a good seminar at least." 

"We hope so."

When Dana got home he went in, kissed Angie and patted her ass. "You're sure in a good mood, a little too much drinkie winkie?" 

"No not at all just pumped about the seminar." 

"I was really happy for you when you told me, but jealous that I can't go to San Jose too." 

"I wish you could, we could have a good time." 

"So it's you and Mel then." 

"From our section it is yes, I don't know who else gets to go." 

"I hope you get a chance to get out and have a little fun and not just work all the time." 

"Me too but if the seminar takes all my time that's okay too, this is a great opportunity for me." 

"You better remember to take the porn off your laptop just in case you click the wrong icon or something." 

"Yeah...wait how'd you know about them?" 

"You showed me remember?" 

"Oh...yeah."

When Mel got home he went through about the same conversation with his wife except her jealousy got in the way just a little bit. Her last comment was, "You better work your ass off and not be out playing grab ass in the bars." 

"Don't hyperventilate now Reva I won't have a lot of time to play." Actually her jealousy was more the fact that Mel was going to California and she wasn't, than her fear he'd stray.

About ten days before the seminar Dana came home and told Angie, "Honey, it looks like Carrie will be covering for me while I'm gone so if you don't mind she's coming over tomorrow night. We have a lot to go over and she's going out of town for a few days next week. Maybe she could have dinner with us." 

"Honey I don't mind if she has dinner here but remember I won't be home after dinner." 

"Oh that's right, would you rather I cancel it then?" 

"Of course not, I'll just test her ass for fingerprints when I get home." 

"Very funny." 

"Just teasing love, you two work to your hearts content I don't care. I'll be home before eleven most likely."

At work the next day Dana and Mel were going over some details when Dana said, "Listen I don't know if you heard but Carrie's covering for me while we're gone so she's coming over tonight to go over everything with me. She'll be in good shape to work with your group in my place." 

"She's already in good shape you lucky devil." 

"She's happily married and so am I." 

"I'm just envious. Do you have any idea how Reva would act if I did some thing like that?" 

"Probably wouldn't be a pretty sight." 

"That's putting it mildly." 

"How'd Angie handle that?" 

"She's fine with it. In fact she won't be home most of the time." 

"Unbelievable. Just make sure the lipstick's off your dick in time." 

"Carrie was right, you are crude." 

"Yeah ain't I though." 

"I have to admit though, if she'd leave some lipstick skid marks on me I wouldn't complain."

Chapter Two 

Carrie arrived at Dana and Angie's just in time for dinner, and as the two women cleared the dishes Dana set up their two laptops creating a work area at the kitchen table so they could spread things out. And with Dana's wireless link to his printer they were set. Angie gave Dana a quick goodbye kiss and left the two of them to work. Dana poured them each a glass of wine and they went to work. The wine was long gone and they weren't far from quitting for the night when Dana got up to pour the last of the wine. While he did that Carrie asked, "What about the quarterly performance charts, won't they be due?"

"Oh yeah right. I'll get those for you but if you want a preview they're on my laptop, help yourself." 

"Easy for you to say, which icon on your laptop?" 

"Uh...the bottom one...let me think...the bottom right one I think." 

"The green one?" 

"Yeah, I think so."

When Dana returned with the wine Carrie was sitting there staring at his laptop with a very flushed face. Dana looked at her, set her wine down next to her and walked around to sit down. That was when he saw her looking at a pornographic movie. 

"Oh shit Carrie, I'm sorry. I meant to get those off there, God I'm sorry." 

Carrie finally looked at him and said, "Holy shit, you should warn a woman." 

"I'm sorry, God I'm a little embarrassed." 

Carrie took a deep breath before saying, "Wow, that was quite a show." 

"Yeah I know that's why I saved it." Her face gradually returned to normal as she sat there and made a show of fanning herself. "I haven't seen one of those in a very long time." 

"I could tell, it took you a long time to look away." 

"I was just shocked is all." 

"Oh...okay, right." 

"I was damn it now quit teasing me." 

"Okay, I'm sorry. Do you still want to see the chart?" 

"What...no, never mind. Are we done for the night then?" 

"Yeah I think we've done enough for tonight. Maybe we can do this once more before I leave." 

"That would be nice but if it doesn't happen I'll be okay." They finished their wine and Carrie was at the door ready to leave when Dana kissed her on the cheek and said, "Now take pity on Gene when you get home." 

"Oh stop that...well okay I will. Thanks for the help Dana, see you at work tomorrow."

Over the next several days Dana, Mel and Carrie were working hard to see that things would go smoothly while so much of their management staff was out of town. On top of everything else the flu was starting to make the rounds of the office staff and one by one most of them were getting it. As a result first Dana got it and then it was Carrie's turn and their plan to get together one more time was derailed. 

The plan had been for Mel and Dana to fly together and go early in the morning Sunday so they'd have a good part of the day to explore San Jose. When Reva found out she raised hell and Mel decided it wasn't worth it so he would be flying in late in the evening so there would be at least a little peace in his household. Dana stayed with his plan and once he was checked in at the Marriott he went off to explore on his own. He ran into a few others he knew and as a group they went exploring and ended up sampling their share of the local cocktails. With the three hour time difference they were all back at the hotel early, not drunk but certainly more relaxed than they were earlier. Dana went back to his suite expecting to see Mel there but there was no sign of him yet. The suite had two bedrooms and two bathrooms so if it got too late he'd just go to bed and not worry about Mel. Dana stripped down to his briefs and made himself comfortable on the couch to watch television. The cocktails worked their magic and he fell asleep with the TV on, his feet on the coffee table and the remote on the cushion next to him. 

The next thing he knew a hand was shaking him awake. He opened his eyes and saw Carrie. "Oh hi Carrie. Wait where's Mel?" 

"Home with the flu. I was given a whole half an hour to get ready so I could have time to catch the plane. God only knows what I forgot to pack." 

"I'm glad you made it. It'll be nicer having you here than Mel that's for sure." 

"I don't know if I'll get used to seeing you in your underwear though." 

"What? Oh shit. Why didn't you say something?" 

"I just did." 

"I mean sooner." 

"I wanted to see if you'd figure it out on your own. Besides I've never seen you in your briefs. You look pretty good. Now which is my room?" "Uh...that one over there." 

"Thanks lover." Before Dana got dressed he said through her open door, "Damn, I didn't bring any pj's so now I have to be dressed all the time, shit." 

"You poor thing." 

"I'll think of something."

The two of them sat around and talked awhile then found an old movie to watch before calling it a night. The first day of the seminar went well and when it was over the two of them along with a few others met in the restaurant and had dinner together. They'd all been given a CD with some exercises for them to do before breaking into groups on Tuesday. After dinner they all had a drink and then headed to their rooms to do their homework. Dana and Carrie had each grabbed a Pepsi and with their laptops on the coffee table they went through the CD and took the quizzes. Carrie remembered the pornographic movie she'd seen on his laptop and she wondered if it was still in there. 

They compared notes and talked about the seminar for a bit and by nine had called it quits. "Carrie if you want to get into your pajamas I promise I won't make fun of you or tell tales later." 

"Well that's sweet of you but, well I sort of forgot to pack any." 

"So that's why you're still dressed." 

"Yes that's why and I don't like it any better than you do." 

"I'll be right back. I'm going to try something." Dana went to his room and came back in just a tee shirt and his briefs but his tee shirt were fairly long and he was pulling down so he was covered at least below his briefs...only just. 

"What do you think, will this work?" 

"It will if you don't let go, draw a deep breath or bend over." 

"I have a spare if you want it. At least on you it will cover more and we can be comfortable." 

"Let me try it." 

When Carrie was ready she said, "Okay here I come. In the mirror it seems okay but you damn well better tell me if I show too much." 

"I'll tell you if you show too much." She came in and it did indeed cover her better but she still showed a lot more than Dana had ever seen of her before. "Okay, you are better covered than me and I think you'll do fine but I might as well apologize right now for staring at those legs because I know I will." 

"Oh stop I already feel naked." 

"I'm just not used to seeing so much of you." Carrie wasn't drop dead gorgeous and her hips could stand to lose a few pounds but she was still an eyeful to Dana. "Uh Carrie do you always wear your bra when you're at home?" 

"Well no but this is a tee shirt and if I don't you might see even more." 

"If you're talking about your nipples making bumps on my shirt so what. Most all women have nipples, at least the ones I've seen." 

"Let me get used to the tee shirt first." 

"Whatever you want. Now what movie do you want to watch?" 

"I don't care." Dana started going through the channels one by one and they rejected them one by one. When they came upon two very scantily clad and good looking actors in a passionate embrace Dana paused. It was some time before Carrie said, "Dana would you...I think you better... find something else." They finally found something fairly safe to watch and then settled back and relaxed. It was only a matter of time before one of them or both of them would forget to keep control of their tee shirt bottoms. They both had their legs stretched out on the coffee table, most likely as they would be at home and Dana was taking his time visually exploring her from her from her feet to her tee shirt. He could feel his briefs trying to contain his manhood and with his hand pulling on his shirt hid the worst of it but at the same time the pressure of his hand holding the shirt down and his manhood, it just made it more determined to show itself. He didn't dare let go but if he held on it was going to get very uncomfortable.

Chapter Three

While the battle continued between Dana's erection and his determination to hide it, Carrie was stealing glances at him. It was causing her a jumble of emotions. Here she was a married woman but that didn't seem to stop her. She was curious how he was built, it excited her a lot to know she might be contributing to his arousal and it scared her almost as much because she was so close to reaching for him. Between the movie and Dana's struggle Carrie relaxed her hold on her shirt and it slipped up enough to show the bottom half of her high cut panties. He could see she was closely trimmed with just a line of hair up her mound showing through and that sight just inflamed his desires all the more. It would be nice to say his battle had altruistic motives but that would only be partly correct. As much as anything he was afraid she would rebuff him and hate him for trying to make a pass at her. 

When the movie finally ended Dana made a hasty attempt at adjustment and waited for Carrie to go to bed, or at least go to the bathroom and give him a chance to adjust himself and ease the pressure between his legs. Carrie did finally stand up, but before she left the room she stood there not tending to the bottom of her shirt at all and he openly stared at her crotch and those legs that kept taunting him. In complete comfort she flaunted herself by raising her arms in a stretch and a yawn, and said, "I'm going to bed Dana. Goodnight." 

Dana got control of his voice and said, "Goodnight Carrie." She calmly walked away letting her ass peek at him under her shirt as it teased him one more time. When her door closed he let go of his shirt and took a deep breath. His erection celebrated its liberation and stood proudly pushing at his briefs, and he pulled them aside and let it spring free. God what a relief that was for him. He waited until he was pretty sure she wasn't coming back and he masturbated quickly, hoping she'd catch him and yet fearful she might. In truth it only took him a minute to reach his orgasm and he filled his left hand with his cum. The release was intense and complete. After washing up he went to bed and didn't move until morning.

Carrie was first up and had been out and made coffee. When Dana appeared already dressed, the coffee was waiting and she was back in her room with the door closed about half way. He took his time standing by the coffee pot and hoped he's see her still undressed, but it wasn't to be. When she came out they smiled at each other, said good morning and went to breakfast together. On the way down in the elevator Carrie asked, "So how'd you sleep?" 

"Soundly, you?" 

"I was restless and it took me a long time to get to sleep." 

"Maybe we should have a nightcap or two tonight to help you sleep." 

"Yeah maybe so."

The second day of the seminar went smoothly as they broke up into groups for different exercises, and when it was over Dana and Carrie went back to their suite to rest before dinner. Carrie sat on the sofa, laid her head back and closed her eyes for a minute. Dana stood there and admired her chest as it pushed against her bra and blouse and then looked away before he was caught staring. He heard her say, "At least there's no more homework. We have the whole evening to ourselves this time." 

"We sure do." What they would do and just how the hell he was going to behave he had no idea. "I think I'd better call home and say hi before we go to dinner." 

"Good idea, I better do that too."

Rather than deal with the hassle of going someplace different they ate in the hotel restaurant again and went back to their suite. Like Dana, Carrie had no idea what they were going to do to pass the time. She knew what she wanted to do almost more than anything, but she was trying not to let that happen. She was married and had always been faithful but she was staying in a constant state of sexual excitement and it was all she could do not to act on it. "Shall we have our first nightcap Dana?" 

"Why not. Let's order something from room service, what's your pleasure?" 

"I think I'll have a Mai Tai." 

"By God that ought to relax you." 

"That's the idea." Dana called room service and before long they had their drinks in hand. "I don't know about you Dana but I'm putting on my night shirt and getting comfortable. If this drink does its job I'll be able to just fall in bed then." When she went to change, Dana went to his room to change too. He knew he was in for a night of hide the hard on again though.




You Never Know



When she came out of her room she was in his tee shirt and no bra and she made no effort to hold it down. She said nothing but nothing needed to be said because it was there for him to see. He took her cue and quit tugging on his shirt as they sat together on the couch and nursed their drinks. They went through the charade of talking about the seminar as long as they could but while they talked one way, their eyes and minds went another. He could plainly see her nipples through the tee shirt, the nipples poking out and the areoles faintly showing and the shirt was completely above her panties, pink ones this time, high cut and so thin he could see her mound. She noticed he was no longer making any pretence of holding his shirt down and she could easily see the outline of his cock in his briefs. He was about half hard and his briefs were forming that telltale tent. She would sneak a look and wonder if he were fully erect would it peek out past the waist band or out around his leg band. They were now teasing each other unmercifully. Carrie's justification for what she did next was she had to do something to lighten the moment. "Dana I have to say your briefs...fit you nicely." 

"Thanks, I'm afraid I have little control of my situation. I have to say you make that tee shirt look wonderful." 

"Thanks. Dana we have a problem. I've never done...I've never been unfaithful. In fact you're only the second guy I've ever seen in his underwear." 

"This is something new to me too and I agree we do have a problem. I really want you right now." 

"How are we going to make it to the end of the week?" 

"I don't know and what's more I'm having trouble worrying about it." They sat there looking at the walls in an attempt at not staring at each other. They were talking like they were trying very hard to behave but their actions were leading them somewhere else entirely.

"Dana could I see...do you still have that movie?" 

"Which movie?" 

"You know on your laptop." Dana's knees would have failed him had he been standing up. 

"Yeah. I never did delete that. Are you sure?" 

"Yes, I'm...curious about it." Dana booted it up and a minute later he clicked on the icon. They sat next to each other with the laptop on the coffee table between their outstretched legs as the movie started. It was a short one but more than long enough to show a couple doing just about everything to each other. Carrie was having trouble sitting still and her breathing was becoming more pronounced. Dana's cock was completely hard and pushing mightily against his briefs. His eyes bounced back and forth from the movie he'd seen before and Carrie half lying there more naked than dressed. Carrie really was curious about the movie but her eyes kept glancing over at his erection and saw his hand so very close to it like he was going to grab it any second. She had never seen a guy play with himself before and the idea caused her to shift her ass on the couch just that much more. 

Maybe if she just had him play with himself and she watched him she could keep from being unfaithful to Gene. Or maybe she could do herself and relieve the overwhelming desire to have sex with him. "Dana." 

"Yeah." 

"Would you do something for me?" 

"Sure what is it?" 

"Would you take your cock out and stroke it for me?" Dana lost his ability to form words. "Would you Dana?" 

"I..." Rather than try to talk he slid his briefs down and took his cock in his hand as he looked at her. "Carrie would you undress for me, I really want to see you naked." Carrie watched his hand move up and down his shaft as she peeled off the tee shirt exposing her breasts to him and then slipping her fingers under the elastic of her panties and slid them down, pushing them away with a foot. "Carrie if I keep doing this we both know what's going to happen and happen very soon. Seeing you like that is more than I can stand." She put a hand on one of her breasts and massaged it as she looked at his cock and without thinking her other hand moved to her mound in search for her moist lips and the release that he body was screaming to have. "Oh Carrie I'm trying not to but I'm so close to coming." His voice combined with his hand on his hard cock and her hands now going quickly. In her fuzzy state she thought yes this will work I'll cum and still be faithful. This is all I need. She was moaning and bucking her hips into her hand and his hand went faster. He had no control now he had to cum. 

"Dana shoot on me. Paint me with your cum please." 

"Oh God Carrie here it comes." He shot in a high arc with it landing on her chest and belly, as her hand was a blur of motion and her eyes closed. Dana took some of his cum on his finger and put it to her lips. She took it in and sucked his finger like a little cock as she climaxed. It was intense and long lasting and Dana watched her as she descended from that high place gradually coming back to normal and opening her eyes.

Dana rolled close to her and kissed her tenderly letting his tongue explore hers. He rolled back and said, "I think we need a shower." Carrie lay there still basking in her afterglow with a finger drawing a line through his cum on her chest. 

Looking at him she said softly, "Yes I think so. Yours or mine?" 

"Either one." They ended up in hers and they took turns soaping each other down. It wasn't even eight o'clock and they'd already crossed the line. Carrie was built a little heavier than Angie with more pronounced curves and higher and firmer breasts. His hands explored all of her and they kissed each other everywhere. She washed and felt his new hardness, letting her hands reach back to cup his balls and then would slide forward all the way to the tip. His hand slid down to her mound and his wet finger easily slipped into her, causing her to take a in a breath and her legs to open for him. Their attempt to defuse the tension only managed to make them want more, to demand more.

Chapter Four

In moments they were on her bed wrapped in each other. Carrie kissed him and whispered in his ear like it was a great secret, "I'm on fire fuck me please. I have to feel you inside me now." Dana shifted himself over her and as she held his cock and guided it he lowered himself into her, sliding slowly and smoothly until his balls touched her. That was the fullness that she had to feel and she said, "Oh God yes, that feels so wonderful." 

Dana came back with, "God you are so tight and hot. I wanted to fuck you so much I was hurting." As he talked his ass was slowly rising and falling as he fucked her and her juices bathed him and began a trail down her thigh toward her ass.

Dana wanted to cum but it would take him a little time. Time to feel her passion, time to feel her move against him. They looked into one another's eyes as he went a little faster and she started to climb toward her second orgasm with her coworker and lover. Her head tipped up slightly and through an open mouth she moaned and mumbled, "Oh yes Dana honey fuck me, fuck me hard." It wasn't like he had to be told to but he loved to hear her talk to him like that and he increased the tempo yet again. Carrie was nearing a crest and was riding it, slowly nearing the top. When she reached it, it felt like she exploded inside and without realizing it she cried out loudly, no words just primal sounds. Dana had to stop and rest a minute. He almost came a second time but it wasn't to be, at least not right then.

She kissed him with a passion she'd not felt or ever displayed before, almost hurting their lips. Dana stayed inside her, still hard but not moving. He was breathing hard and they were both sweating as he slowly pulled out and lay next to her. They caught their breath and then turned toward each other. Lying on her side she said, "Oh Dana that was incredible." As she reached down to his cock she continued, "I want more of you. I have to have you again and again." 

"I just have to rest a minute love. I want more of you. I want all of you." 

"I know, I have to rest a minute too but damn that was intense." They got up and used the bathroom and sitting next to each other on the couch had the last of their cocktails. Neither of them made any reference to their spouses as they sat there gently touching each other on a thigh, breast or cock. They tried to make conversation as they rested, kissed and touched each other but the words meant little. They were just passing time until they could make love again. "You know Dana it's partly your fault that this happened." 

"How's that love?" 

"It started when I saw that damn movie in your kitchen." 

"Really, that's all it took?" "Well that and I've often wondered what it would be like with you." 

"I accept the blame. When I came up with the tee shirts I had this hope, or fantasy that I'd at least get to see you almost naked if not more." 

"So we both wanted it and we seduced each other." 

"I'd say so." 

"I'm glad we did. Do you feel any guilt?" 

"No not really, I know I should but I don't. You?" 

"Only for a moment." 

"Carrie do you realize that if Mel hadn't gotten sick when he did none of this would have happened." 

"We'll have to thank him when we get home somehow." 

"Very carefully of course. The other thing I thought about was what would have happened if it were the three of us here now." 

She smiled and said, "It never occurred to me until we made love the first time. For just a minute or two I had visions of the two of you naked and in bed with me." 

"And what did you think of those visions?" 

"I have to admit I was curious what it would be like but you'll always be my favorite. I'm really glad he got sick."

As he looked at her naked and next to him he was still having a hard time believing this was all happening. Dana stood up and extending his hand to her she rose and they went to his bed this time. When she lay down he turned and lay so they were head to toe in the sixty nine position. Dana wanted to taste her pussy and have her feel his tongue. Carrie very willingly took his cock into her mouth as he bathed her with his tongue and tasted her nectar. Carrie was becoming obsessed with sex and couldn't get enough and she had no doubt that if Mel were there she'd fuck him dry too. Dana was really good in bed and it was him that really rang her bell, but what could one more guy hurt?

Dana stopped what he was doing and told her to turn over. He then raised her up on her knees and with her head on his pillow and her ass in the air he entered her from behind. He pumped into her and soon her fingers were feeling where his cock entered her and he could feel her fingers touch him. She kept her hand there touching her clit and then feeling his wet cock as it filled her and pulled back, filled her and pulled back. She was moaning and would mumble and then say, "Oh yes, fuck me hard, slam into me honey, make me bounce," and then she'd moan some more. Dana could feel his orgasm building and he was trying to hold back until she could come once more but every time he looked down and saw his cock disappearing into her he'd get closer. He closed his eyes for a minute and tried to focus on something else but that was impossible. His whole being was inside her and in his need to fill her with his seed.

When she finally reached her climax it was like the last one, overwhelmingly powerful and amazing and it seemed to go on and on as he fucked her rapidly pushing himself over the top. His orgasm was so hard and intense it was almost a painful ecstasy for him. She lay on her back and he entered her and they just lay there joined by his hardness. They lay together, breathing hard with his cock slowly softening inside of her. There was no real need for either of them to talk at the moment, as they each were totally absorbed in their own afterglow, still feeling the intensity of the experience and deep down wanting yet more of it. They were experiencing an addiction now, a sexual addiction that had to be satisfied whenever possible as often as possible.

They were spent. Totally and utterly spent. They kissed and lay close and as his cum seeped from her onto the bed linens they fell asleep. At some point during the night Dana felt her hand gently playing with his cock and balls but he was too used up to respond to it. He just lay there and basked in the attention she was paying to him. He fell back to sleep once again, not to stir until the alarm went off at half past six.

They only had two days left to indulge themselves in their sexual addiction. The two of them went through their day at the seminar sitting together now that the group sessions were over and more often than not if they were showing slides or video clips one of them would have a hand on the others thigh in that large dimly lit conference room teasing each other. They were still tired from their marathon lovemaking last night but that didn't prevent them from feeling a constant stirring deep inside at the mere touch of the other.

Chapter Five

When they left the conference room they made straight for their suite and as soon as the door was closed they were kissing and stripping each other. Over the course of the day their desires had become more primal and more urgent and the thought of wasting time in the restaurant was unthinkable. They paused long enough to order a stack of sandwiches chips and fruit and called it good. After standing naked and teasing each other they put on their tee shirts and waited for their food. When room service arrived Dana was just finishing in the bathroom and Carrie answered dressed in her tee shirt and white see through panties. The bellman stood there completely absorbed in the view and Carrie took her time signing for dinner. She wanted to reach out and grab his cock and kiss him just to see his reaction but at the last second she gained control of her self. As he was closing the door she called to him and raised her shirt for him to see her tits then turned away. Why she did that she had no idea but Dana saw it all and it blew him away.

They were nude almost instantly but forced themselves to eat a little bit even though that wasn't what either of them wanted, and to tell the truth they were still tired from all their previous lovemaking. They quickly finished their food and without any fanfare Carrie took his hand and led him to her bed. They made love quickly without reaching climax and stopped only when Dana had to rest. Orgasms were their goal but if they made love all night and didn't climax that wouldn't be all bad either. After resting and teasing each other Carrie got on her back and Dana entered her. Carrie then put her legs on his shoulders, which brought her pussy and ass up off the bed allowing him to hammer into her rapidly and as deeply as was possible. She swore his cock head was hitting the back of her throat. There was only a minute of slow sensual stroking before he took off slamming into her until she had tears in her eyes and she was hardly breathing. She was totally consumed by their fucking and when she climaxed she screamed and he didn't miss a stroke, continuing to abuse her pussy until she came again and he joined her in what felt to him like a massive and intense orgasm. It totally spent them for quite a while and they even fell asleep for an hour or so. After going to the bathroom and cleaning up, they continued to rest settling for their light petting and teasing for the time being.

When they woke they ate a little more and Carrie said, "I hate to say this but I'm getting a little sore." 

"We better go easy then and let your poor little pussy rest." 

"We'll see. You know tomorrow is our last day here don't you." 

"Yes I'm afraid I do." 

"Why don't we skip the seminar tomorrow?" 

"Oh sweetheart I love the way your mind works but if you're sore we may just tease ourselves into insanity." 

"We'll figure something out I'm sure. Let's stay naked from now until we dress to leave day after tomorrow." 

"You are one of a kind." 

"Aren't you a little sore too?" 

"Yeah a little but I'll survive, or at least that's what I think right now."

They were forced to rest a little longer but it wasn't long before they were on her bed and kissing touching and teasing each other again. Carrie told him to turn and move to the edge of the bed and she knelt on the floor between his wide spread legs. She took him in her mouth and sucked him until his ass couldn't stay still. With him deep in her mouth and with one of her hands on his cock her other hand started to explore as much of his ass as she could reach between his legs finally finding and gently penetrating his ass with one finger. "Carrie honey fair warning, that's almost more than I can handle." She took her mouth away and quit moving her hand but held on as she moved her finger deeper into his ass. That was something new to him and just the idea was driving him crazy. "I'm going to cum honey." To his frustration she suddenly stopped, wanting him to save it so he could fuck her again if she wasn't too sore. He slowly regained control as they once again lay together.

"I hope you didn't mind me using my finger in your ass." 

"I loved it. That's something new to me but I loved it." 

"I thought you might" and Dana took that as a hint that she'd enjoy that too. When they tried to make love again she was sore so she got on top of him and moved slowly feeling him fill her and retreat. Her desires were high and the tease of not being about to go a lot faster was driving her crazy. Dana reached back and started feeling her ass as she had his but the position wouldn't allow much. "Get on your belly love." Carrie knew what was coming so she turned over and raised her ass up to him. He took his time and played with her pussy gently, touching her clit from time to time and used his other hand to touch her brown rosebud. He licked her ass and his finger to wet it and started to ease into her backside as he continued to finger her pussy and touch her clit. She suddenly said, "Oh God baby wait a second." She got up and returning from her suitcase handed him some K-Y gel. "Please honey put your cock in my ass." It took him a minute for what she said to register. He'd had very little experience with that but he did know the basics. He spread lubricant on his cock and on and into her ass, and in moments was aiming his cock for her backdoor. 

With a little steady pressure the head of his cock slowly disappeared past her anal ring. She grunted a little and he paused before easing forward deeper and deeper. He watched in fascination as his cock disappeared filling her until he was up to his balls in her ass. He stayed still and felt her move as her hand reached for her pussy. He pulled back slowly and then eased back into her again. It was so incredibly tight that his sore cock was begging for mercy but instead of listening to that he slowly increased his pumping action, going as deep as possible and then pulling back until he was just inside her. A little faster now as she started to mumble and push back against him, then just a little faster. The pressure in his balls was building quickly from her tightness and the sight of her asshole being impaled with his cock. "Oh honey I'm not going to last long, your ass feels incredible. Oh shit here it comes. With one quick push as deep and hard as he could he filled her ass with his cum as she frigged herself with her hand bringing herself to yet another orgasm.

It was some time before they could get up and head to the shower. Once freshly scrubbed they grabbed the last of the sandwiches and crashed on the couch. Dana said, "I'm sorry love but I'm so damn sore I can hardly hold it to go to the bathroom." 

"Me too. About the only thing that doesn't hurt on me are my nipples and my hair." 

"Do you still want to skip the last of the seminar tomorrow?" 




You Never Know



"God yes. Maybe we'll be better in the morning." 

"We can't go home too sore. If Gene gets ideas you better be in a condition to keep him happy and the same goes for me with Angie." 

"God I hadn't thought about that." 

"I think we better go to at least most of the seminar tomorrow and give ourselves a chance to heal." 

"Damn I hate that but you're right." 

Chapter Six

They had no choice but to give up and get a good nights sleep with her on her right side and him on his right side "spooning" up against her. When they woke in the morning they felt much more rested but were still very sore. Dana's cock was actually a little inflamed and super sensitive and stayed about three quarters erect. Going through the day at the seminar in Dockers was going to be embarrassing. Carrie was still very sore but at least she could hide the fact.

As they moved through the day Dana was getting a lot of looks from the women, some scowling but a lot of them giving him smiles and in a few cases blatant looks at his crotch before smiling and winking. He couldn't help but think it was too bad there wasn't a way he could be swollen more often if it got him that much attention. By the end of the day he was feeling a lot more normal but he was still a little sore and sensitive. When he got the chance he asked Carrie, "How you getting along?" 

"Better but I'm still a little sore damn it." 

"I'm not giving up on us yet." That got him a smile and a pat on his ass.

At the end of the day they headed to their suite and for the last time ordered dinner from room service. They stripped and put on their tee shirts as usual and Carrie opened the door when dinner was delivered. This time two guys delivered it. The word was out about the woman in 4216 it seemed. Carrie knew she was too sore but there was nothing wrong with her desires. As they looked at her she said, "Look all you want guys but I have a favor." "Yeah sure lady." "I want to see your cocks." As they looked at her trying to decide if she was serious she peeled off her tee shirt and stood there in her transparent panties. With out a word they unzipped their pants and pulled out their rapidly growing cocks for her to see. "Oh nice ones guys. Let me feel them. She stepped forward and wrapped her hands around them as she looked at them. She had two young cocks in her hands and it made her feel weak in the knees. "They feel really nice." Her hand stroked them for a minute before she stepped back and said, "Thanks guys. I'm checking out in the morning but I'll remember how nice you're cocks are." They continued to stare at her and slowly zipped up before leaving.

When she returned to Dana she was flushed and shaky. "You certainly had their attention." 

"I did didn't I. Of course they had mine too. Nice cocks, on the small side but nice." 

"Now you're even more turned on and still sore." 

"I know. Would you eat me honey?" 

"It would be my pleasure love." They lay down on her bed and for the next little while he ate her gently, paying extra attention to her clit until she could have a good orgasm. Not enough, but a lot better than nothing. When she was fully recovered she said, "Now it's my turn to please you." With him on his back she sucked him and jacked him off ever so gently but he was tender enough that it was interfering with his orgasm. "Okay love I want you to turn over and get up on your knees, I want you to shoot your cum all over me." 

When he was in position and not looking she got the K-Y and her vibrator that was slightly smaller than the average cock. With one hand gently moving on his cock she squeezed lube on his ass and the vibrator. When she touched the cool plastic to his ass he flinched a second and she said, "Relax honey and you'll love this." She continued to massage his cock and apply gentle pressure against the vibrator until his anus relaxed in submission and allowed the tip of the vibrator entry. She eased it in about half way and then turned it on as she started to jack him off gently but a little faster. She paused to reposition herself under him and resumed the advance of the vibrator until it was buried deep in his ass, vibrating and sending messages to his whole pelvis and balls. She started slowly fucking his ass with it and touching his cock until he said, "Oh God Carrie I'm going to cum all over you baby. Oh sh..." 

"Come on me honey, give it to me. Let me taste it." He came and she got a good taste of it and the rest was on her tits. She removed the vibrator and pulled him to her spreading his come all over the two of them and when he had recovered they went to the shower and washed the cum off of each other. 

When they were once again on the couch he said, "That was something new for me. Thanks for getting me off love." 

"My pleasure but I wish we could do more." 

"I do too but I'm still sore." 

"I guess we're done for this trip honey. God how I'm going to miss being with you." 

"At least we got to have one seminar together and I'll never forget it. It's going to be harder than hell to look at you at work without getting hard now." I suspect I'll be doing myself in the ladies room frequently after being in meetings with you." 

"Are you worried about being with Gene?" 

"No, that is not once I'm not sore anymore. How about you and Angie?" 

"No. I'm looking forward to it actually, but like you only after I heal from our incredible time together."

They finally had to go to bed and get some sleep before they started to get turned on again. They slept soundly with arms and legs tangled and woke in the morning feeling almost normal. That is until they touched themselves and felt the tenderness. It was much better and it was all they could do not to have one more good fuck. They packed and were at the airport with time to spare. They relaxed and talked, frequently touching each other in subtle ways and when they looked at each other her cheeks flushed slightly. "God I'm turned on." 

"I know I can see it in your face. I have to keep my lap covered with my laptop because I keep getting these erections coming and going." 

"It's going to be a long flight home isn't it." 

"It sure is."

Once they were in the air they tried to relax but across and up a couple of rows were two little kids that needed to be medicated. They were noisy, misbehaved brats the corporal punishment was designed for. When Dana went back to the bathroom he stopped a flight attendant and whispered in her ear. She smiled, nodded yes and Dana came back and said, "Get your things we're moving to the back of the plane and away from those two kids from hell." They grabbed their things, made their way back and settled in for the long flight to Chicago. At least they'd have a couple of hours of peace and quiet now.

After the drinks and snacks were served the two of them talked a little and under their trays their hands wandered to each other's laps. It only took them minutes to get turned on again. Dana saw the flight attendant and told Carrie, "Close your eyes and pretend to be asleep." He motioned to the attendant and after requesting and receiving a blanket he whispered, "It's okay now." They opened it across their laps and commenced to slide their pants low enough to allow free access to their wandering hands. By the time they were over Chicago the blanket on his side had a large sticky stain on it and her seat had a big wet spot. It came up far short of making love but it felt good to them one more time.

They were put back together and on their way home in a taxi, riding, touching and whispering to each other. They were going to Dana's house and he was going to take her the last few miles home after they had coffee with Angie. The last few miles they just held hands to keep from starting something and were finally deposited at his house along with their suitcases and laptops. Before they went in Dana asked, "Carrie do you suppose we will ever be able to do that again?" 

"Dana honey you never know. You just never know."

Angie gave Dana a hug and a kiss and the three of them had coffee and talked about the seminar. "How'd you like it Carrie?" 

"I loved it. The time flew by and I got to experience so much. I'm absolutely sore from the excitement." Dana choked on his coffee. 

"How about you honey?" 

"It was great. Like no seminar I've ever attended that's for sure." 

"I'm glad the two of you got so much out of it." 

"We are too." Dana took Carrie home and after a proper kiss on the cheek he went home to Angie, tired, sore and smiling.

Monday morning at the weekly meeting Mr. Pelley asked Carrie for her comments on the seminar and with a smile she said, 

"I can safely say it was the most educational, eye opening, fun week I've ever had." 

"That's good to hear Carrie, what about you Dana?" 

"It's like Carrie said, I learned about so much and even things I knew about I experienced in a whole new way." 

"Excellent, that's what I want to hear, enthusiasm and positive thinking." 

With the meeting adjourned everybody filed out and under their breath they were saying to Dana and Carrie, "You guys are so full of it." Dana and Carrie knew better. They had said it exactly as it was.

Later in the day Mr. Pelley saw Dana and said, "Oh glad I ran into you. I'd like you to pass this on to Carrie, Donna and Marty in finance. I want the four of you to attend the next seminar in San Jose in two months. It will be titled, "Coming together," and it will be about interpersonal relations and group cooperation." When Dana walked away he almost laughed out loud and headed toward Carrie's office at full speed. When he saw her he closed her door and sat down. 

"Dana you are grinning like crazy, what have you been up to now?" 

"I am here to tell you what Mr. Pelley asked me to pass on to you. Now listen carefully. You, me, Donna and Marty in finance have been instructed to go back to San Jose for another seminar titled, are you ready for this? Coming together. It's on interpersonal relationships and group cooperation." 

"You're making this up right?" 

"Scouts honor." 

"You, me and Marty, that young new gal?" 

"The one and only." She was now smiling like he was. 

"Is that Donna as in miniskirt flirting Donna?" 

"The one and the same. Will this be fantastic or am I hoping for too much?" 

"Darling you just never know."



You Never Know A Woman



You never know a woman

How much do you know your partner?

Even in later years, contrary to popular belief, new things can and do happen. We have been married now for many years, enjoyed each others company, grown together, produced our children and basked in the love of our grandchildren. Without giving too much away, our eldest daughter is thirty five and mother of four boys.

In those years together, we have played, tried many things, with varying degrees of success. Several of those experiences have formed the basis of stories published to the net on many sites, some of them here. (If you cannot find them, just ask me and I will forward the links.)

So to this new experience; I suppose I should allow a brief description to paint the background as it were.

Carol, my wife of thirty seven years, is slightly overweight (she says), is still a good looking woman and, in my view, goes in and out in all the right places. The sight of her naked still raises interest in me and a word or look can produce a night of passion, especially when that look is framed in any one of the several outfits we have bought to play in. I don't see a woman who is closer to sixty than fifty, I see a woman who remains as sexy as the day I met her.

The advantage of years is that, the frenetic love making of early years has passed. These days, it is a more relaxed and satisfying excursion into nerve ending stimulation. Foreplay can take care of as much as twenty minutes or more depending on our mood. Our irregular sessions can be more than a couple of hours of pleasure in various positions until exhaustion and secretions have run out.

Anyway.

Sunday afternoon, as she was drying the dishes I had washed from our midday meal, she announced, as if it were nothing more than an everyday topic of conversation that she wanted to try a three or more some. 

Now, anyone who has read stories of mine that covered our early years, "The Lesson and Role Play" to name two of them, will know that I have a broad mind. But, I have to admit that this turn of events caused me to pause for a second or so. Together, we have watched many porn movies which involved one, two or many participants, but at no time had she mentioned a desire to try the various mixes of sexes. Suddenly, at the tender age of fifty six-ish, she nonchalantly throws this innocuous comment into our everyday conversation, as if it were no more than a casual observation of the weather.

Eventually, after a few seconds of getting my thought processes back into alignment, I asked her what had brought this sudden desire to the fore.

"Well..." She began. "I was chatting with Janice the other day and she told me about a swinging club she and David go to occasionally and I thought that it would be nice perhaps, to try it out with other people, sort of branch out, as it were."

"So you want to swap partners? Is that it?"

"No, not swap partners, but have a woman or a man come join us here."

Carol has always said that sex belongs in the home, in the bedroom, between two people, in private and not for general consumption so, having someone visit for the purposes of a sexual encounter is something of a departure from that particular view point, but not so far away as going to a club. There is some logic to it I suppose, it is still in our bedroom after all.

"So, who have you got in mind?" Applying male logic to the situation helped me to arrive at the entirely wrong conclusion that there might be an ulterior motive. Perhaps she fancied the milkman or the postman.

"No one." She answered. I thought I detected a lack of full information or evasiveness. I am naturally suspicious when confronted with an unfamiliar situation.

"Well, male or female?" I had my preference of course, true to the masculine train of thought.

"Either or both." She continued wiping the dinner plate with the tea towel, but looked askance at me to gauge my reaction. 

"Well how about Janice, she is most likely up for it?" Janice had something of a reputation, living up to the Happy Divorcee myth to the full.

"Hell, no. Janice is a slut and met herself coming back from around the block. She's had more pricks than a pin cushion. I was thinking of a complete stranger, perhaps a couple off of Anywebcam dot com. I know you visit the site often and chat to several people on there. By the way, it would have been nice if you had asked me first before putting those photos up." 

I must have glanced down or looked guilty in some way because she laughed.

"I want it to be someone neither of us knows and it needs to be someplace else, like one of those Travel Lodges. They couldn't care less what goes on in their rooms just so long as you pay." Carol smiled no more than a curl to one side of her mouth in her impish way when she has an idea.

"You've thought about this haven't you?" I would never be one to accuse my wife of having seditious thoughts, but here, from her own lips, was proof that she not only had the thoughts, but also the makings of a plan.

"Some..." She admitted. "...I just kind of wondered what it would be like, having a different man screw me while you watched and perhaps, have me watch you with another woman."

"So, you don't want to mess around with the woman then?"

I didn't say that. I think it might be nice to try. I have wondered once or twice, what it felt like for you when you lick me and I can think of only one way to find out."

We finished the dishes, put them away and made a cup of tea to take into the lounge. I was thinking, thoughts rapidly running around my head, visual scenarios for Carol's head between the legs of some strange woman neither of us knew. And, of Carol, kneeling in the doggy position while an Adonis shaped young man rammed into her. The inevitable arousal made its presence known with the suffusion of blood to my organ.

That evening proved to be one of those nights when sex transcends the physical act and spraying my cum all over her clit as she rubbed it furiously was only an act on the way to a fulfilment that culminated in a mutual satiation.

We spoke about this turn of events, chatting and planning on how it might be achieved. We decided against having someone from Anywebcam.com, we couldn't rely on discretion and that, to Carol, was paramount. 

It's all very well thinking it, but the actuality is not quite so easy. Contrary to popular belief on so many web-sites, people are not just gagging for sex. Standing on street corners or hanging around in bars, just waiting for the opportunity to present its self. And then, there is actually going out on the hunt, as it were. Where does a couple who are more than twenty five go to meet strangers? Carol had already said she was not interested in going to a club. It might have helped, but in some twisted logic, she preferred that the person we hit on was not at a predestined place, purely for the motive of finding a sexual encounter.

I booked us into a Travel Lodge in Southend, thinking that the bars would be quite crowded and we might stand a good chance of hooking up with some one. Well yes, the bars were crowded, but everyone was at least half our age and, if they did look our way, only saw two old people dressed in clothes way too young for them. Perhaps we tried too hard to integrate and meld, perhaps we were too old, but it was obvious that we would not hook up.

Back at the hotel room, after giving up for the night, I fucked her all over the room, starting in the easy chair and finishing on the edge of the bed with my cock in her arse as I pulsed my expend deep into her. Now, that is a rare treat for me. Carol's arse is something of a shrine, a place to be visited on special occasions only.

We tried again, finding a motel just outside Brighton in Sussex. Brighton is known for its liberal attitudes, has the highest population of gays in the country per capita, but, even with Carol dressed in leather and fishnet stockings, we didn't raise so much as an eyebrow except from some guy way too drunk to get off the stool he was on, let alone raise a woody.

We had some wild sex in our room later, Carol fired up with the imagination of having a second man in the room and me, playing along with the scenario. The night came to a close as she performed oral on me, sucking my balls dry in front of our web-cam and allowing my cum to dribble past her lips, to fall on her tits in globules. Now that video did make it onto our profile on Anywebcam.com.

"Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea." She said to me as we cuddled before sleep overcame us and the warm glow of sex slowly dissipated.

"It is a great idea. We're just not going about it in the right way I think." I nuzzled her neck and slid down to hold her in an embrace with her bottom in my stomach.

"Perhaps we're trying too hard." But how do you try less?

We tried on a couple of occasions, booking into a Travel Lodge or Motel, but were met with the same disappointment. For some reason, it just didn't happen. I suppose there was a bonus; we travelled England, visiting places we would not have otherwise. Gradually, the idea faded into a fantasy that we played out on occasion to enhance our lovemaking.

September came and went, melding into October, even melting into each other. The weather had been very hot, days and nights only differed by sunlight. Bed clothes were too much to bear.

We attended the wedding of Carol's boss. The woman had decided to marry a guy some fifteen years her junior, but explained in one of those girly moments, that he had the staying power of a horse and was hung like one too.

Of course, the reception after the ceremony was fuelled with a plenitude of drink and food. She had hired a barn so that she could get enough room for the three hundred guests. A bar had been brought and a band that was surprisingly good, belted out popular songs from a raised dais. It was a great night.

AT about three o'clock in the morning, Carol and I had run out of steam. Neither of us was drunk, but certainly, we were light-headed as we bade our goodbyes and well wishes to the happy couple who were grappling on the dance floor.

We shut the door on the barn, sealing of the sounds of the band and hundreds of people enjoying them selves. 

Our pre-arranged cab, that was to take us back to our hotel, wasn't anywhere to be seen. The night was pitch black, illuminated by stars and a few forlorn lamps that hung on the sides of the timber barn creating halos of dim light.

It was still warm, heat radiated from the ground coming up through the soles of our feet as we waited. We cuddled and looked for the stab of headlamps that would signify the arrival of the car.

I said something about having a quickie in the hayrick while we waited, Carol laughed, a tinkling trill that really meant, nice idea buster, but it isn't going to happen. We decided to walk down to the gate to the lane where the cab would come from. 

The gate stood agape and had someone leaning over the top bar. It was too dark to really see who until we were within touching distance.

The woman was obviously drunk and had thrown up at least once. Carol went to her aid, asking if she was okay and could we do anything to help.

She responded, saying that she was alright, but really wanted to get back to town to her hotel. With Carol's aide, she managed to stand and wobble around on the uneven ground. Carol was trying to sober her up a little, asking questions in an effort to get the woman's head into gear. Gradually, and after the removal of some impossibly high heeled shoes, her charge straightened up.

Suddenly, the darkness of the night was split by the twin beams of headlamps on full, scything through the blackness, coming down the lane. Our cab had at last arrived.

Carol had obviously offered to give the hapless woman a lift and helped her into the rear of the car and then followed her in to sit on the back seat. I sat at the front and confirmed to the wordless driver, our destination. Denise, Carol's new friend, was staying at the same hotel so, that was useful.

Half an hour later, after driving through deserted streets and country lanes, we arrived at the hotel. The cab dropped us at the front and sped away without a word from the driver through out the journey.

Denise couldn't remember her room number and said her husband had the key, but he had left the reception earlier with a couple of guys who were going to find a bar. Their relationship sounded rocky. We told the night Porter that we would look after the hapless Denise and that he should leave a message for her husband so he would know where she was.

Carol decided that Denise might feel better after a shower; she would certainly smell a lot cleaner out of her stained dress. Regurgitated red wine clings in an acidic pungent way. So the two ladies left me to the coffee maker while they attended to Denise's plight.

"Can you hand me my robe?" Carol's disembodied voice came from the bathroom after ten minutes or so.

I grabbed the robe from the closet and handed it through the door while telling her that coffee was made.

A few minutes later, a dishevelled Denise came out of the bathroom, her dark blonde hair plastered in corkscrewed ringlets, dripping onto the robe that she had wrapped around her and clasped at the neck by her hand.

"Thanks." She said as I handed her a cup. She sipped and winced at the hotness, then walked over to the stool in front of the mirrored dressing table. I could hear Carol in the shower, the sounds of water coming from the open door, faint wisps of steam escaping around the door frame.

"God, I look a mess." I didn't know whether I should answer or not so, decided to say nothing.

"Listen, thanks for looking after me. I guess I drank a bit too much after Ron left." 

"No worries." I glanced up and looked at her reflection in the mirror. The robe was open at the neck and gave a tantalising glimpse of creamy flesh and the swell of her breasts. She smiled in the mirror and took a sip of her coffee, closing the vee shaped view of her chest.

I got another robe from the closet and took it to the bathroom for Carol who was just getting out of the shower.

"What do you think?" She whispered.

"I think she will be okay after some sleep." I answered.

"No dummy, what do you think about... you know, the three of us?" I could see the excitement in her eyes at the prospect. "She likes her tits played with and has a huge clit."

"I thought you two were in here to sober her up not fool around." Damn! I though, that would have been hot to see.

"So what do you think?" Carol was pushing me toward the door. 

Denise was still sitting on the stool, but the robe was now crumpled around her waist, leaving her top half exposed while she appraised herself in the mirror. Her smile left no doubts of her condition. Whatever she and Carol had done in the bathroom had ignited a flame to which she was inexorably drawn. 

Carol pushed past me and went to Denise, bending her knees behind her so that their heads were on a level and eyes locked in a silent communication in the mirror. I stood, statue like and watched as Carol kissed Denise's neck below her ear and slipped her hands around to grasp her breasts. Denise inclined her head, allowing Carol a better access to her neck and covered Carol's hands with her own over her breasts.

And then, they kissed, a little awkwardly, with the position they were in with Carol behind Denise. Their mouths were clamped together as they readjusted so that Carol was kneeling in front of Denise her breasts held in each hand, nipples pinched between thumb and fore finger.

They stood still joined lip to lip, tongue to tongue. Robes slid off to land at their feet, forgotten. Denise's arms slipped around Carol's waist and grasped her buttocks, nails digging into flesh, making small dents and separating her cheeks a little. She pulled Carol to her, their bodies melding into a seamless closeness, breast to breast, hip to hip and mouth to mouth. Carol's fingers dug in deeply into Carol's ass cheeks while Carol encircled her neck, locking their mouths together while tongues explored each other.

At a mutually agreed, but silent signal, they fell onto the bed, still clasping each other, still kissing. Carol's hand, the one not supporting Denise's head, had managed to find her breast and then her nipple. She squeezed it between thumb and finger, rolling the hard little nub, pulling slightly, arousing it to harden further. Denise sought Carol's mound. Somehow, she managed to reach down between them without getting in the way of Carol's busy hand. The first touch made Carol shudder. A finger must have found her clit as they lay side by side.

I sat down on the stool to watch the unfolding events, my cock straining to bust out of my trousers and join in the action.

Carol wriggled down and pushed Denise onto her back. She kissed and sucked her nipple into her mouth which had Denise gasping while her claw like hands pressed into Carols head. 

She knelt at Denise's side, still with her mouth clamped to her breast. Slowly, her free hand began a tantalisingly slow quest for Denise's mound and sex. Finger tips travelled inexorably downwards, tracing circles over her skin, producing small shivers of increasing excitement as the anticipation of intimate touch became nearer. 

From a watching point of view, it was delicious to watch. Although it wasn't me whose fingers were doing the travelling, I too, could feel the mounting sexual tension between these two women and from my vantage, the view of Denise's darkly haired snatch, waiting for Carol's fingers to at last find it, was almost too much to bear. 

And then, the lightest of touches to her hood had Denise arching her back and gasping. Her breath became even more ragged as the single finger explored further and hooked slightly, trapping her clit against her pubic bone. It was electric and had Denise writhing, her legs twitching as an obvious orgasm ripped through her. She grasped Carol's head even harder, forcing her mouth onto her breast as she struggled through her climax.

I was amazed at the speed Denise had cum. It seemed like they had only just got on the bed, just got into the first throws of passion and already, she was creaming. It bode well for the next hour or so.

Carol broke free from the clutches of Denise's clawing hands at the back of her head. She knelt up and then adjusted herself so that she was between spread knees. Deliciously slowly, putting on a show for me and teasing Denise, she lowered her head, aiming at that glorious bush.

Her tongue found Denise's furry slit and began to lap at her juices, running the tip of her tongue over her clit and then burying it as deeply as she could in her hole.

Claw like talons gripped the bedding as Denise thrashed her head from side to side, mouthing ohmigod, ohmigod. And then she came again, shivering as her orgasm ripped through her. I could see the corners of Carol's mouth raise in a smile before being mashed against her new friend's cunt to bring her off once again.

At last, satisfied she had sucked all the juice out of Denise, Carol readjusted and straddled Denise's head, facing her knees and insisting that the favour be returned. She was duly given the service, a tongue sought out her inner recesses and lips sucked hungrily on Carol's pussy lips. While she was being eaten out, Carol stuck three fingers into Denise and finger fucked her as hard as she could, showing me her cunt, split wide apart with half a fist jammed inside. Denise's hips were bucking frantically at the onslaught and a muffled "Oh fucking hell" came from the vicinity of Carol's tongue lashed cunt.

Carol squirted in ecstatic reaction, nearly drowning poor Denise below her. She tried to swallow, but the sheer volume and sudden gush had it pouring from her nose and mouth as she gagged and dribbling into her ears. I knew how she felt, having done the same on several occasions.




You Never Know A Woman



They settled for a few moments rest, both overcome by the intensity of their respective orgasms. There they were, lying breast to breast, hip to hip, sharing the same air and suddenly giggling at the release they had had. 

"What's so funny?" I innocently asked them.

"The look on your face is what's funny". Carol answered. "You look like your about to explode."

"Not far wrong. God you two look fantastic together." And they did and I wanted to join the picture.

I shucked off my clothes, leaving them in an untidy heap on the floor. My rigid cock pointed the way, straight at the two giggling women who were still clasping one another.

"Denise..." My wife started. "...would you mind awfully, if my husband fucked you?" She asked it in an exaggeratedly polite and comical way, causing them to giggle again.

"Well, of course not my dear. I mean, what damage can one small cock cause?" With that, they were both roaring with laughter.

The effect was a self conscious deflation of my manhood. Feeling that I was being ridiculed and ganged up on drained the desire right out of me. I suppose it must have been plainly obvious because they stopped laughing and turned very serious suddenly.

Being manhandled by two women is something of a novelty. Wordlessly, they flipped me on my back. Denise straddled my cock while Carol sat on my face. Her cunt smelled fantastically, musky and slick with her love juices still drying on her gorgeous lips. I slurped and licked, tasting her and getting more and more excited, knowing that she had really cum hard from her bout with Denise.

My cock had instantly revived, now that Denise was guiding into her furry muff with a fist wrapped around it. Pretty soon, she was riding me with all of my meat stuffed deeply into her body. 

A slight change of angle indicated that they were kissing each other, possibly even fondling breasts. I couldn't see, but the thought drove me over the edge and I blasted all my pent up cum right into Denise's guts.

But they were not yet quite finished with me. Denise continued to ride my softening dick, my cum making squishing sounds as it was mashed out of her and rubbed all over my balls as she writhed and squirmed and rubbed her clit, hard against me.

Carole, meantime, was squirting all over my face. She had squirted a few times during our marriage, but never twice as she had tonight and never all over me. It was a fantastic feeling, having her feminine nectar anoint my skin.

Knowing that my dick needed a little time to recover, I squirmed out from under them and, while still on my back, looking at them kiss and grapple tits. I slide a couple of fingers into both of them and somehow, managed to find a clit on both thumbs while fingering.

Fingering them like this had them clasping each other as if to stop them from falling flat on their backs. It was fantastic, looking up at two pairs of tits jiggling as they shuddered. Both were moaning and panting and grinding their hips and cunts against my fingers, getting faster as they neared yet another climax.

Almost as soon as the idea entered my head, I had slid my little finger in both their asses. That drove Denise completely over the edge immediately. She screamed "Oh my fucking god." At the top of her voice and blasted her cum all over my hand and wrist. That proved to be the trigger for Carol who spasmmed with a grunt and a howl.

It was time to rest. We all desperately needed to catch our breath and calm down after such frenetic activity.

Within minutes, Carol was dozing, lying on her side while Denise lay in the crock of my arm, her tousled hair tickling my nose.

"Do you do this often?" She asked her voice little more than a whisper.

"This is something we have been looking to do for quite some time. In fact, we had given up hope that it would ever come about." I nuzzled her crown, liking the smell of her hair. "I have to say thank you Denise, you were wonderful and I hope you enjoyed yourself too."

"I had a fantastic time, thank you. I have never ever cum like that before. Fact is, I have never been with a woman before and as for a threesome... well, it was a first all round." 

She said no more for a few minutes, I lay there listening to the soft snore from Carol and the easy breathing of Denise. Then suddenly, she twitched and a sob escaped from her. I had not felt the tears on my chest.

"What's the matter Denise?" I asked, suddenly concerned.

"Nothing..." She answered through a hitch "... apart from reality hitting home." Her shoulder shook as sobs wracked her body. "Tonight was fantastic, I will never forget it, but it all came about because of my fucking selfish husband and now, after all this, I have to go back to the shit."

"I see..." I said, while sagely nodding my head. "...I can't really answer that one. But, well if you need anyone, you know where we are. If you need a bolt hole, call us, we will pick you up and you can stay with us until you get fixed up."

"You're very kind...thank you." And then she scuttled down the bed and sucked my cock right into her mouth and pumped her fist until my cock blew its second load of the night. She must have swallowed because there was nothing left on the sheet.

We slept till morning with me sandwiched between two naked butts, both beautiful and warm.

The next morning, when we eventually awoke, I was hoping for a repeat performance and had the largest woody of my life. But, I was to be disappointed.

Denise got out of bed first and naked, walked into the bathroom. The sound of her showering soon followed.

"Fucking hell Carol, that was some night." It wasn't my best wake up greeting.

"Mm..." Carol stretched, her arms aloft, making her tits rise in a languid pose. We both stunk of sex, the bed, even the room reeked from out excesses. "...Where's Denise?"

"Taking a shower."

"Was it a nice blow job she gave you?" I wasn't certain, but thought I heard a note in her voice that warned me to be careful.

"It was okay." I decided on noncommittal as the best way forward.

"She sure has an aptitude for sex." Carol swung her legs over the side of the bed. "I need to pee."

I was left alone on the bed. I could here the two women talking softly through the half opened door.

Denise returned, wrapped in a bathrobe. She dressed with her back to me, leaving the bathrobe on until the last moment. The wine had dried on her dress and was wrinkled from being left overnight in a heap.

Carol emerged from the steam filled bathroom, naked and dripping from her shower.

"Denise is just leaving." It was a dismissal if I ever heard one. She was gone a few minutes later, leaving nothing more than a memory and a lingering scent from a bottle, fished out of her purse.

Carol squared up to me, standing at the end of the bed, hands on hips, still naked and wetting the carpet with shower water as it dripped off of her.

"Okay Buster. That was absolutely fucking fantastic, better than I thought it would be. But, I have news for you... it will never happen again. Understood?" She jutted her chin out in that way she does when there is no room for negotiation. "I am sure we will fuck our brains out remembering it, but that is what it will be, a memory and nothing more." Her manner said case closed.

I nodded, too stunned to say anything.

"Good. Now get up and cleaned off. I want to go home."

It was several days later that I found out what had made her mind up. We had just finished screwing our hearts out and were enjoying the after-sex glow, just before sleep catches up and truth is on the surface.

"I enjoyed it too much..." Carol admitted. I knew instantly what she was talking about. "... I found I enjoyed sex with a woman a bit too much for my liking and really, really don't want to fuck up what we have, just because of sex."

I nodded and agreed with her. As a one off, it was wonderful and something we would re-live many times over, privately. But, doing it over again would be too damned dangerous, our marriage was too important to us both.

So you see, you never know a woman. Even though you have lived with her for most of your lives, you never know what goes on behind those doe eyes they hide behind. My wife is a closet gay, or at least a Bi, but she chose not to explore it. Looking at her, listening to her as I have for many years, I would never have known. Fascinating creatures aren't they?