What Dreams Are Made Of by CigarSoup (Hetero sex, Masturbation, 
Voyeurism)


This is a book of fiction. It is adult in subject matter. If you are 
not at least 18 years old, DO NOT READ IT!

Part I

Chapter 1A - Judy's need for Sid.

"Oh Goooood!" sighed Judy as she slowly lowered her slick pussy walls 
down around Sid's turgid tower of flesh and felt the wide head 
spreading the walls of her pussy channel all the way up into her body. 
It was as if she were sliding down a long pole of pleasure as the waves 
and spasms of joy rippled around her cunt lips, over her clitty and up 
into the very depths of her being.

"That feels sooo good!" she hissed between clenched teeth. "I've been 
waiting for so long for this, you teaser."

And she had. He had teased and tantalized her and withheld this big 
stick from her for almost an hour this morning as she slowly aroused 
from sleep and then got further excited as he manipulated her elongated 
nipples and her slobbering cunt and clit.

She was particularly pleased when he eased a fat finger up her ass with 
very little lubrication. It was so tight and felt so big with the 
friction of entrance, that she thought she could cum just from that 
alone. But Sid wouldn't let her. He knew all of her erotic signs and 
spots and he played her like the fine sex instrument that she was.

He got her so hot that she felt like she would burst wide open from 
excitement if she didn't get his prick into her right now! In the end 
she was mewling like a kitten and begging him for release. Finally, he 
had relented and she was kneeling above his upright tower of flesh on 
the bed about to stuff her hungry, drooling snatch with the pleasure 
instrument they both knew she needed.

"Just wait 'till you get it all in honey, then tell me all about it," 
Sid said through clenched teeth as she sank verrrrryyyyy slowly down 
his shaft. The slick walls of her pussy were wetting and frictioning 
against every inch of flesh on his prick. This set off a mountain of 
sensations that threatened to blow his wad up into her, prematurely.

But Sid held on and fisted the base of his prick and stopped her 
downward motion. She sat very still with his prick half in her and half 
in the vise like clamp of his own hand. As she waited, the juices from 
her dripping pussy coated his fist. When he had once again regained 
control, he allowed her to continue her slippery journey down his big 
fuck stick.

She dropped her whole body down onto his hard, flat muscle rippled 
stomach and felt the end of his prick slide home into the end of her 
cunt. Then she immediately tightened her pussy muscles to give him a 
love squeeze like he had taught her. Moans and groans of lust filled 
the room as Sid felt the love squeeze and tried to divert his mind's 
attention away from sex and into something less apt to make him cum. He 
couldn't do it and it thrilled her to think that she was in control of 
her Master's orgasm.

"Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed as she methodically squeezed his prick and it 
soaked in her dripping snatch. Then she tensed her thigh muscles and 
rose about three inches off his prick and dropped down again. "That's 
nice." he said through clenched teeth again, "but you'd better take 
care that I don't come too soon."

"Yes Master, but if you come too soon, I'll make you hard again. I know 
I can. But just to save us both a bit of strain, I'll relax and let you 
tell me what we're going to do next." She said as she collapsed across 
his hairy chest and tried to melt into his skin with her tits crushed 
into his pecs and her arms around his neck.

"Well, hum... let me think of a good way to make you come that we 
haven't tried in a while," said Sid while he tried not to feel the 
still pulsing pussy as it gripped his prick from a new angle. Judy 
loved feeling his tumescent manhood lodged up inside her and as her 
passions rose, her love squeezes became automatic and began fluttering 
up and down her vaginal canal.

Finally, Sid had to do something or cum just from her squeezing so he 
said, "Let's try this for a change," as he rolled over on top of her 
and grabbed her ankles and pulled them up over his head. Then he 
slammed his prick in as deep as it would go and ground his torso into 
her pubic bone and stimulated her clit with his hairy pubes while 
keeping the stimulation to the head and shaft of his prick to a 
minimum. As he pulled back for another slam, he pushed her legs down 
toward her chest and put both of her knees on either side of her pretty 
face.

All of this semi-rough treatment was OK with her as she did crave the 
feeling of being used and pleasing her Master. She wanted to please him 
and she knew that he wanted her to orgasm, so her orgasm meant that he 
would be happy with her. Making him happy was a very large part of her 
life and she wanted to do so at every opportunity.

Of course, she also knew that he liked to do it hard and that pleased 
her and made her even more horny for him. The doubled up position just 
gave her that safe and secure feeling she got when she knew that her 
Master was in complete charge of her body. She trusted him to hurt her 
so good as to make her cum without hurting her more than she could 
stand.

The next slam home in her pussy took her breath away and smashed 
directly into her clit. She saw stars and the room began to swim around 
and around. She let out a groan and tried to take in air as he pulled 
back for yet another heavy inward thrust into her squishy quim. The 
heavy pressure at the back of her bent-double vaginal canal was 
beginning to cramp a bit and the slamming of his pubic bone into hers 
with her clit in between had her juices rolling and her pussy lips 
swelling with both excitement and anticipation of his bruising force 
and power over her.

"More, harder, deeper, Oh Master I like it... a lot!" she groaned and 
grinned up into his leering face as he came down hard again. Although 
it was uncomfortable, it satisfied a deep seated need in her to give up 
all of herself to her strong Master while having sex. It made her very 
happy and very horny to please him.

"OK, if that's what the lady wants," said Sid and he rose once again up 
on his toes and her legs to slam back into her cunt as hard as he 
could. He knew from experience over the last year and a half of 
screwing this girl that she would go absolutely nuts from a good hard 
screwing in this position. He pushed her ankles even higher and forced 
her knees well above her head. This served to put her into a tight ball 
with a certain amount of strain on her pussy as it stretched around his 
moving prick and flattened her enlarged clitoris.

"Again, like that! Oh yeah! Push it in harder! That's it, screw the 
daylights out of me! Hurt me with that big bone of yours! Yessss! I 
Love it! Keep going, I'm almost there!" she said with ever increasing 
volume in her voice. Judy now could feel her body responding on another 
level to the pain/pleasure his deep forceful screwing was having on 
her. She was nearing her ultimate climax and did not want to be denied 
that goal any longer. Sid did not disappoint her.

Sid pushed at her again and felt the telltale tingle start in his balls 
that told him his own climax was soon to start. "Get ready slave, I'm 
gonna fill you with my cream soon!" said the fast moving thirty-five 
year old stud. "Here it comes Baby, Get ready for me now!" he panted.

"Oh yes Master, I can feel it way up in me pumping and cumming and I'm 
off tooooooo!" she screamed as she reached her climax and started 
twisting her tightly balled body to thrust up to meet his every 
pounding entrance into her slick pussy. As his come started to pour 
into her, her tightly clenched pussy started throbbing and gripping the 
base of his firmly embedded prick and massaging the entire length of 
his large manhood. Sid strained into her to the maximum depth and Judy 
convulsed around his rigid pole as she quivered in the throes of one of 
her deepest orgasms ever.

They hung like that for what seemed a long time as he pumped his thick, 
warm cream into her hot, tightly clenching pussy hole. Like a statue of 
two lovers forever locked in the throes of eternal ecstasy. They 
finally collapsed with his prick shrinking and sliding out of her as 
her legs were released and dropped to their natural position down 
beside his.

Both were breathing hard and feeling each other's heartbeats in counter 
rhythm inside their chests as he lay resting on top of her. Pressing 
down on top of her. Giving her that feeling of being confined that he 
knew made her feel so secure after a strong orgasm.

Judy liked the feel of his weight on top of her as she began to relax 
and think back to the last year and a half with Sid. As he drifted off 
to sleep, her mind wandered back to when she had met Sid.

Chapter 1B

Judy had just turned eighteen and was working as a whore in a suburban 
house with Renny and his wife Dora. They had picked her up at the bus 
station and taken care of her and taught her a new trade. Well it beat 
letting her step-dad have a go at her for free and beating her up 
afterwards like he had been doing for three years before she ran away.

She remembered that Sid had been just another John like so many others 
but she had liked his looks and manners when they had first been 
introduced by Dora. She had done her best to service his needs to the 
best of her abilities and had apparently succeeded in impressing him. 
He had impressed her as he was careful to see that she enjoyed herself 
also. So many men did not.

She remembered that she had gone down on him to get him hard. He was 
fully dressed and she was naked. Dora had just left them in the spare 
bedroom and she walked up to him and deep tongue kissed him just to 
break the ice. Then she let her hands slither down his back and 
buttocks and around to the front of his shirt and slacks.

As she unbuckled his pants and let them drop down his muscular thighs, 
she noticed with approval that he kept himself in great shape and 
seemed to have a washboard under the skin of his flat stomach. As she 
worked back up the buttons of his shirt and let it slide up and over 
his broad shoulders, she noticed the ripple of muscle across his chest 
and upper arms. He smelled of nervousness and faintly, of fresh manly 
sweat.

He caressed her brown, soft hair as she knelt at his feet to remove his 
shoes and socks and lowered his shorts. She then gazed admiringly at 
the stout hard-on that proudly jutted up from the juncture between his 
legs. She grabbed the shank of his prick and rose tugging him along to 
the bathroom sink and said, "Now, let's give that big boy a bath and 
see if I can't find something constructive to do with him."

Sid seemed to expect this behavior as all whores that he had been to 
were careful about dirt and cleanliness before a fuck. When she had the 
water to a tepid temperature, she made a sexy game of soaping up a 
cloth and washing and rinsing his prick and his whole groin area. Then 
she ran the wash cloth around his buttocks and into the ass crack to 
his anus where she spent a bit more time than was necessary to just 
clean it.

The rinse washcloth was almost as much fun to Sid as she tried to 
remove as much of the soap suds as possible from his prick and ass. He 
knew that the real reason she spent so much time rinsing was that she 
could get sick from eating too much soap and the thorough rinse was an 
indicator that she would spend quite a long time with her mouth on his 
prick and ass.

When the wash job was over and she spun him around and knelt down until 
her mouth was at prick height, she scooped up his prick into her mouth 
and began sucking and licking for all she was worth. That's when he 
realized that Renny or someone had really worked well with this kid to 
teach her how to properly suck a cock.

She warmed the prickmeat in her mouth for several minutes just getting 
used to the texture and flavor of it and sliding her tongue across the 
corona and the sensitive underside of the crown. Then, before he got 
desensitized, she switched to light little lovebites along the shaft 
nearer his pubic bush.

These lengthened into long tongue strokes that led into her sucking 
along the side of his shaft as she slid down to cover his balls with 
her open mouth and fast, licking tongue. After the tops of the balls 
were laved, she dropped on down to the sensitive undersides of his 
balls and lifted him up and back by the prick. He stumbled backwards 
onto the bed on his back to give her more room to play.

He lifted his legs up into the air and she started kissing and licking 
her way down to the crack in his ass. With both hands, she parted the 
small orbs of hair-covered buns and inhaled the aroma of soap and man 
shit and sexiness that she loved. She let herself go and dived nose 
first into the grotto of his hind end and began stroking all around his 
ass crack with her tongue.

She reached up with one hand and began gently fondling his balls and 
with the other she began to jack his prick shaft back and forth. As he 
let out a few soft moans of pleasure and lust, she dug her toes into 
the bottom of the bed to gain leverage to stick her tongue ever deeper 
into his ass crease and gently lave his anus. As she got deeper into 
his ass, her lingual digit gently pried apart the now relaxed hole and 
she began to tongue fuck his ass hole while still stroking his balls 
and prick.

Sid had been all over the world and fucked many women, but none had 
ever affected him this way! This girl-woman had his head spinning and 
his prostrate pumping before she'd ever stuffed his prick into her 
vagina! Incredible! As a rich and sophisticated sexual dilettante of 
many years, he thought he'd seen it all, but she really was the best 
he'd ever had. "So far" said Sid to himself, "Let's not get carried 
away just yet." he further cautioned himself.

Judy felt his prick begin to ooze love juices and start to twitch and 
jump in her hand. She knew she had him on the brink of orgasm and could 
have ended their session right then. But she was horny and wanted to 
get a little fun out of this one for herself. So, she suddenly grabbed 
the base of his prick and squeezed it almost as hard as she could while 
raising her head up and pulling his legs back down to a normal position 
with him on his back on the bed.

She then knee-walked up the bed alongside his body and while still 
squeezing tightly on his prick she said "Now, let's not get off too 
soon, you might miss the main event."

"OK," said Sid, "Just hang on to junior for a minute more so I can 
control him."

Realizing that Sid had almost lost control and was still dangerously 
close to cumming if she let go, she decided to strike up a non sexy 
conversation with him to ease his mind off of his sexy situation. "What 
do you do for a living?" she asked.

"I'm a rich sex freak who likes to find new and different pleasures. I 
don't have to work, but I do spend many an hour in pursuit of sexual 
gratification because I enjoy it," said Sid with as straight a face as 
he could muster.

"Well, that certainly sounds interesting," said a totally disbelieving 
Judy who figured that line of questioning wouldn't get his mind 
anywhere but back on sex.

"What do you do when you're not having sex?" she tried, as she 
desperately clamped down against the vessels in his raging prick base. 
She had better do something quick, or the prick in her hand was going 
to get off just on the base pressure she was applying. So she leaned 
over and casually pinched one of Sid's nipples between her fingers as 
hard as she could to try to further distract him. Unfortunately, her 
actions caused the opposite reaction in Sid.

"Ouch! Oh, GOD! What are you doing? You bitch, now you've done it!" 
moaned Sid as he arched his back to get away from her tormenting hand, 
but the prick in her hand began twitching in a paroxysm of orgasm that 
was just not to be stopped. "Oh, girl, you really know how to turn a 
guy on, don't you?"

Judy didn't realize that Sid, in his sexually heated up condition just 
needed any small stimulus to push him over the orgasmic edge. What she 
had intended to do was stop his cum, but instead she had brought it on. 
However, due to the tight grip on the base of his prick, no jism was 
coming out the end of his prick and the pressure in his balls and 
prostrate gland was torturing him in a most delightful way.

Figuring that she'd better help him make the best of his cum, she 
quickly dropped her mouth down around the head of his prick and 
released the death grip she had on the base and began stroking him up 
and down. No sooner did she let up on his prick with her hand than the 
shaft quivered and shot a large wad of thick, hot, bitter man juice 
into her mouth. She had trouble swallowing it all like Renny had taught 
her and a small amount of cum dripped out the side of her mouth to 
lubricate the hand that was flying up and down his prick shaft in firm, 
smooth strokes.

Sid had come once with her holding onto his prick and twist- pinching 
his nipple, and now he came again, harder than before as she lowered 
her child like mouth over his charging corona and stroked his shaft for 
all it was worth. He came over and over until it actually hurt to come, 
and then he came hurting again and again. It was the most incredible 
blow job he'd ever experienced in his thirty years and one he wanted to 
repeat soon!

He laid back exhausted on the bed and tried to cache his breath. Judy, 
meanwhile, had let go of his prick and crawled up his chest to grin 
apprehensively at him and ask, unnecessarily, "Did you like that?"

"Like it? ... It was wonderful! I've never felt anything so incredible 
in all my life. Not even drugs could top this!" Sid replied as the 
specter of a brief bout with addiction to hard drugs raised it's ugly 
head and he stomped it back into the recesses of his mind again. He was 
through with those personal experiments and did not want the memory of 
those horrors to spoil the fun he was having now.

Sid reached down and picked up Judy's upper torso by the armpits and 
dragged her body across his to place a delicate kiss on her lips. "Now, 
I'm going to return the favor if I can," he breathed into her left ear 
as he slowly lowered her weight onto his chest and abdomen and rolled 
over on top of her.

"Oh, you don't have to do that, after all, you did pay to get your 
rocks off, not mine," Judy reluctantly reminded him.

"Well, let's just say that I never leave a lady wanting," Sid muttered 
as he slid his tongue into her ear and tickled the inner recesses so 
that Judy shivered and goose bumps raised all down her left arm and 
leg. "Besides, It's fun," he finished.

"Oh, I hoped you'd say something like that," sighed Judy as she relaxed 
in his arms and he rolled her over onto her back and wound up above 
her, "'Cause I've gotta cum sooooo badddddd!" she slowly drawled as he 
moved his hand up to gently cup and caress her left breast and nipple.

He slowly slid his hard body across her slender, naked, body to lightly 
kiss all over her face, neck and down to her breasts. He spent several 
minutes on each mound of woman flesh, gently biting and nibbling and 
licking the nipples and the flesh around the aureoles. Judy's tits felt 
pleasure tingles all the way down to her cunt and she lubed up even 
more than before. In fact, she felt several drops running down her cunt 
crack to her asshole.

Then he left a slimy trail of saliva down her chest, between her tits 
to her naval and sent shivers and goose bumps along both her arms and 
legs when he washed this orifice out with his tongue. She sucked in a 
deep breath and held it as he continued to tease and tantalize her 
lower belly flesh without tickling her as she might have expected.

The goose bumps returned as he made his way down her happy trail of 
fine abdominal down to the top of her pubic mound. She groaned and 
opened her legs as he trailed his tongue around her thighs and over the 
top of her cunt. Anticipation was killing her and cunt ooze was 
flushing out with great abandon.

"You've got the sweetest smelling little cunt I've ever tasted," he 
said, "it's going to be a pleasure pleasuring you." Then he lowered his 
tongue into the furrow of her cunt, carefully avoiding all contact with 
her clitoris. The crack was already wet with her love dew and leaking 
even more juice, indicating it was ready to receive him.

She groaned again as he licked up and down both sides of her cunt lips, 
pausing to take each one into his mouth and suck gently on each side. 
Then he moved up to her engorged clit and lightly swabbed his tongue 
over and around it until it stood up like a miniature prick. She almost 
came when he touched her. Her anticipation had been building for a long 
time and when he touched her, her excitement ratcheted up another two 
notches.

Next he covered her clit with his mouth and used his tongue to swirl 
first one way around her clit and then back the other way. This nearly 
drove her wild. She began to come and shake and shiver 'til he almost 
lost control of her. She had never been made love to like this before! 
All of the men she'd had before were only interested in getting their 
own pleasures and she had seldom cum with a client. She realized that 
she was in the hands of a master cocksman.

Chapter 1C

As Sid slowed his tongue action down and she quit cumming so heavily he 
leaned back onto the dilapidated bed and rolled her over onto her 
stomach. He said "I paid Renny for your ass. Did he tell you?"

"Yes," she answered, in a hushed voice, "but I've never had it up there 
before."

He said excitedly, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. I am surprised that he 
didn't try this with you himself?" he asked.

"Dora won't let him touch me there. She thinks it's perverted and only 
agreed to letting me take it up the ass because of the money," she 
explained.

"His loss is my gain. That's a very pretty ass you've got there girl. 
Is it as talented as the rest of you?" he said as he leaned over and 
began stroking it gently with his strong hands.

"Since I've never tried it up there, you'll have to tell me, but please 
be gentle. I am a little scared because you're so big and I'm so little 
back there," she said as she squirmed her ass cheeks under his gentle 
manipulations.

As she was talking he had been kneading her buns back and forth and up 
and down to try to get her to relax. It was working. He could feel the 
girl's muscles go slack and her body became more loose. Every time he 
opened her small, hard little asscheeks, her anus would wink redly at 
him.

It was time for a bit more action and he moved his thumb a little more 
toward the center of her ass crack and put it lightly over the asshole. 
Excited woman-juices were running freely out of her cunt and he moved 
his other thumb down to that well of lubrication and slowly sank his 
largest digit deeply into her slimy pussy. He stirred it well and was 
rewarded with her moan of pleasure and a wiggle of her hips as she 
tried to get more of his thumb and the rest of his hand into her. In 
spite of multiple orgasms, she was still excited with his manipulations 
and began juicing again.

When he'd gotten his thumb thoroughly lubricated, up to the second 
knuckle, he transferred it to her asshole and pushed gently into the 
softness of her bottom. "Oh, that feels so different, ugh... and good," 
she sighed in a low and sexy whisper. "Just go slow and I think it'll 
be all right."

Slowly he sank his slippery digit into her hot and, by now, horny hole. 
She groaned all the way. Then he began to work it in and out ever so 
slowly. Deeper and deeper with each thrust he was moving it back and 
forth in her slimy shit chute. The unique feelings were giving her 
thrills galore.

As he was doing this the fingers of his other hand were busy stroking 
her pussy and clit in a rhythmic action that had her on the edge of 
climax almost immediately. But just as she would approach the edge of 
that abyss of ecstasy he would slow down or move off of her clit 
altogether.

It was a very frustrating experience, but it was a wonderful sort of 
torture that she really liked. The walls of her pussy were cramping and 
exuding cum juice by the gallon. His whole hand was slippery with it 
and he dragged it up into her ass hole to lubricate his thumb as it 
slipped in and out of her anus more rapidly and deeply.

He slowly sank as much of his thumb up her asshole as he could and he 
massaged her clit more vigorously with his other hand. "Oh, honey, 
that's soooo goooood! Keep it going just like that," she moaned into 
the pillow she was clutching to her face. Her climax was swiftly 
approaching now and she hoped he would continue to her completion.

Then he slowly pulled his thumb out and started the two middle fingers 
of the same hand right back up the same hole, stretching it a bit more. 
As he moved these two back and forth, she began to respond with a 
humping action of her own and he could really tell that she was 
enjoying what he was doing.

He slipped both fingers almost out and added the forefinger and started 
the inward motion again with all three in a bunch. It really stretched 
her tight anus ring and he had to force it a bit. She squirmed and 
tried to pull away for a moment and he intensified his attentions to 
her clit as he forced the three fingered obstruction on up into her 
ass.

"Go slow, please!" she yelped as he forced more of his fingers up her. 
Then he began to wiggle them up inside her and twist and turn them in 
her ass to loosen her up and relax her. All this time he was playing a 
strumming guitar tune on her clit and kissing up and down her butt 
crack and inner thigh. That really got to her and she was soon humping 
back against his thrusting three fingered cock again.

Just when she thought she was ready for a really big climax, he stopped 
thrusting and strumming and pulled both hands away from her asshole and 
clit and rolled her up onto her back with her knees up to her armpits. 
She reached back to spread her asscheeks and he rubbed his engorged 
cockhead up and down her cuntal furrow to get it well lubricated and to 
give her an extra feel of his throbbing, hard manhood on her clit and 
inside the entrance to her vagina.

When he had her so hot she thought she'd come any second without him in 
her, he moved the tip of his huge prick down to the loosened entrance 
to her asshole and began a gentle pressure inward by rocking back and 
forth on his toes and knees. Each small thrust was short and not very 
forceful. As his prick pressed against her enlarged anus, it forced the 
tight ring of muscles apart and his cock slowly sank into her bowels. 
Her groan as he slid to the bottom of her asshole was one of passion. 
The feeling of having his prick moving down in her anus and colon was 
extremely exotic and exciting to her.

He transferred her ankles to his right hand, pushed her feet back 
toward her head and bent her even more in half. Then he reached down 
with his left hand to stimulate her clit and vagina again. When he 
touched her clit, with his prick almost buried to the hilt in her ass, 
she went off like a skyrocket!

"OH, God, Yes! Yes, That's it! I'm Commmiiiinnnggg!!!!!" she yelled as 
he slowly sank the last of his prick into her twitching and 
rhythmically cumming asshole. He held it there until her cum had 
subsided somewhat and then he flexed one finger into the top of her 
cunt to rub the sensitive spot on the inside top of her cunt as he 
slowly withdrew his prick from the tightly clenching asshole. The 
pulling sensation of his prick leaving her ass was an anal tease that 
was unexpectedly arousing to the highly stimulated girl.

He knew that her clit had just cum and was too sensitive to touch right 
then, but he also knew that to keep a woman going from one climax to 
another, you just changed the area of stimulation to this "G" spot 
until she started pushing back at you instinctively to let you know it 
was OK to rub her clit again. The really neat part about it was that 
most women did not even know they were giving off these kinds of 
signals. They were just responding as Mother Nature had intended.

"Oh, wow! what are you doing to me? That feels soooo gooood!" she 
moaned as he began to saw his prick back and forth in her asshole while 
he massaged the inner recesses of her cunt with his finger. When he 
felt her begin to push back at him with her cunt and ass again, he 
switched back to massaging her clit with his hand and increased the 
length and speed of the strokes his prick was making up her back door.

"Ohmygod! That's fantastic, don't stop, whatever you do, just don't 
stop. I've never felt this way before! This really UGH... drives me 
UH... crazy!" she exclaimed as he increased the speed and force of the 
ass strokes.

Now he began a corkscrew motion with his prick in order to maximize the 
stimulation to her ass and his prick head. As he increased the strength 
and speed of each stroke, he could hear the slurping, slapping sounds 
of his cock and balls as they beat a staccato rhythm on her buns and 
asshole. He was literally knocking the wind out of her now as each 
stroke was driven home by all the force he could muster with his legs 
and feet pushing hard against the foot-board of the bed.

He was waiting for it to happen to her again, but his balls were 
beginning to tingle with the telltale signs of a gigantic climax. In 
order to speed her along, he started pinching the nub of her clit 
gently between the folds of her cunt. Then he scraped his fingernail 
cruelly across her clit to give her that extra push of sensation that 
she needed to get off.

She began screaming as loudly as she could, "OH, here it comes, I'm 
there, I'm Cummmmiiiiiinnngggg! Mffffffggggg! Oh, what a feeling! Oh! 
Oh! UGH! UH!" then she drifted off into a nonsensical kind of muttering 
as her asshole clenched his quickly moving prick as tightly as she 
could.

This sent him over the top and he began to fill her rectum with gobs 
and globs of thick, hot, creamy jism. The feeling of him climaxing into 
her ass sent her back up to the top of her climax again as the new 
sensations of a cumming prick overcame her natural tendency to subside 
at that point. She again started clenching her asshole around his prick 
as if to milk it of every last drop of cum.

They both held a strained position for what seemed like hours until 
they began to come down from their mutual climaxes. Then he slowly let 
her legs down with his prick still buried balls deep in her ass. The 
motion of her legs coming down and her asscheeks surrounding his prick 
forced his prick from her hole in a most pleasant and natural way.

As she lay in an exhausted, but very satisfied stupor, he made a 
decision and said "Girl, you are a real find! I'd like to take you away 
from all of this whoring business and let you service me personally. 
Aren't you getting tired of old men who only cum and leave you high and 
dry?"

"Well, Sort of, I guess," she mumbled nearly incoherent still from her 
recent exertions.

"How would you like to take a gamble on another stranger and move in 
with me?" The way he said it, in that calm monotone voice with all the 
concern in his eyes just made her feel completely at home and she 
wanted to trust him, but her mind flashed over the last few weeks and 
she was lost in her own thoughts for a few moments.

Chapter 1D

She had not been too happy with Renny and Dora's treatment of her. Oh, 
they'd taken her in all right, and they'd made love to her in many 
different and wonderful ways, but they'd also let her know that she had 
to earn her own way and pay her share of the expenses. When the subject 
of a job had arisen, her inexperience immediately got in the way.

"No legitimate business will hire you because you have no experience. 
Your share of expenses comes to about $2,000 a month. Where are you 
going to get that kind of cash?" Renny had asked in a cynical tone of 
voice.

"I don't know, Renny, what do you suggest?" she'd asked.

"Well, you could start charging for what you've been giving away to 
Dora and me," he'd sneered.

"What do you mean, Renny? Charge you and Dora for sex?" she'd asked 
incredulously.

"No, not us, we'd still sex it up just the three of us, but Dora turns 
some tricks for some guys I know whenever we get a little short of 
cash. It's just until I can get back on my feet and get a decent job." 
He was almost whining now.

"Come on, honey, you've got to do your part to help pay the bills," 
Dora began wheedling, "All those fine dinners we've been cooking 
haven't been free and we're short of cash. All you gotta do is pretend 
it's Renny or me going down on you or you going down on him. After a 
while, you'll come to love the variety and the good sex you can get 
from some of these guys," she'd said reassuringly. "Well, you're 
beautiful and blond and stacked and I'm just a young kid. I don't think 
many guys would really want me," said Judy.

"Well, just don't you worry your pretty little head about that," said 
Renny, as he quickly swallowed the grin that threatened his expression, 
"I'm sure I can find a few good men that won't mind a little 
inexperienced pussy if the price is cheap enough. You may have to take 
on quite a few of these guys at first, until you gain some experience 
and a following of men that ask for you every time."

This all seemed perfectly natural to Judy and since she had been living 
with Renny and Dora for four weeks without contributing to any of their 
expenses, she felt a bit guilty about it. She was also looking forward 
to some new sexual experiences because all Renny ever wanted to do was 
have her suck him to a hard on and stick it into her cunt and saw back 
and forth for about a minute and a half until he came in her pussy. 
Sometimes she'd come a bit, but mostly it just left her horny.

Then Dora would come suck out Renny's cum from her pussy and try to 
make her cum by licking at her clit. When she'd had enough of Judy's 
pussy, whether Judy had cum or not, she'd demand that Judy suck her 
pussy to climax.

It all seemed so clinical and selfish of Renny and Dora, but Judy had 
no place else to go and they were nice to her other than that. Now that 
they had explained their scheme to her, it all seemed so perfectly 
reasonable and logical that Judy felt she had to go along with it. They 
started that afternoon with a trick for Dora and Judy each.

They went into separate bedrooms of the little house they rented, the 
man got undressed. He never offered his name. He demanded that she suck 
him to a tremendous hard on. Then he had her lie on her back while he 
stuck his prick into her hot, steamy hole and fucked her to his own 
climax. She was so horny from thinking about what she was going to do 
that morning and the cocksucking had gotten her hot as well, that it 
really didn't take her much to get off as well.

But after the first time or two, they all seemed to be doing the same 
thing over and over. Oh, she still got off at least once a day. Renny 
had been true to his word and kept a steady string of customers 
arriving three and four times a day and night. If she didn't quite make 
it with one guy, she'd carry her horniness over to the next one or 
Renny or Dora were there to finish her off after all the johns had gone 
away.

Still, it was getting to be a drag and the money wasn't that much. 
Renny and Dora told her she couldn't charge much for her services 
because she was still an amateur. She wasn't sure just how much Renny 
got from each man as he came in the door, but she never saw very much 
of it when they left. That didn't really bother her too much, as long 
as the supply of stiff pricks held up and she was cumming regularly. 
The sameness of it all was what was beginning to bore her.

Judy shifted her thoughts back to the present. So here was this 
incredibly sexy, rich, older man who had just given her the best climax 
of her life in a most unusual way. He was promising her more of the 
same with variety thrown in for good measure.

She said "Yes, I'd like to move on to better things but Renny and Dora 
might object to my leaving."

"Have they been giving you a share of the money you make for them?" He 
asked.

"Yes, but it's never very much." She had answered.

"Well, let me have time to think about it and we'll see." He said 
confidently, intending to talk with Renny and Dora about the girl 
later. "In the meantime, let's not waste the money I've spent to have 
you tonight, my little whore, I believe I can show you a little of what 
you're in for with me." And with that, he began fondling her breasts 
and tonguing her nipples again.

Chapter 1E

Sid had stayed all night. It was a very satisfying and tiring night for 
Judy, but when she got up the next day, Sid was gone and Renny was all 
over her for information about Sid. "What'd he say he did for a living? 
Where did he say he lived?" he kept asking over and over. She realized 
she couldn't tell him because she didn't know.

Then, he began threatening her if she ever left them. "I'll track you 
down and find you if you ever leave," he'd say and, "You've never hurt 
'til I've hurt you, the way I'll do it, if you leave us."

Then he'd change tracks and try whining, "I love you too much to let 
you go, honey," Dora would chime in, "Don't you worry none, girl, we'll 
take good care of you here. You don't need to be lookin' elsewhere. 
We'd be crushed if you left us," To which Judy responded that she had 
no intentions of leaving.

Life settled down to a steady routine for a few weeks, but she never 
forgot what Sid had said. Renny was still threatening her with all 
sorts of mayhem and harm if she left and Dora tried to make sweet and 
keep her in the house with sex. Meanwhile, a steady stream of men and 
women came to their house for Judy to service for little or no money.

One weekday night, Renny came home at supper time, drunk and raging 
about Judy leaving them and how badly they needed her and what he'd do 
to her if she ever did. She didn't know whether to feel sorry for him 
or disgusted. Disgusted must have won and it must have showed on her 
face because Renny got real mad and grabbed her by the hair, and 
dragged her kicking and screaming down the hallway and out into the 
closed garage.

Renny had a garage to be proud of. He loved to putter around in summer 
or winter. In order to keep it heated, he'd insulated the walls and 
door, even the big folding door was insulated. No neighbor heard Judy's 
frantic calls for help. Dora, who had seen this coming and was very 
jealous of the attention Renny paid the young whore when she was 
fucking him, just stood by and gave Renny a helping hand or suggestion 
from time to time.

There was a chain hanging down from the ceiling and a piece of clothes 
line laying on a shelf. Renny grabbed the clothesline and made a couple 
of neat turns around the girl's wrists and hooked them on the chain and 
hoisted her up with her hands over her head, until her toes just barely 
touched the floor. As Judy hung there, kicking and cursing Renny, he 
came back into the Garage from the kitchen with a meat carving knife 
held high in his hand. Judy saw the knife and commenced to screaming 
and hollering worse that ever.

"Gag the bitch and make yourself useful, Dora," Renny blasted at Dora 
who was just standing there and watching Judy sway. "I'll teach this 
bitch to scorn and bad mouth me," Renny yelled, still in a drunken 
rage.

Dora ran over to the dryer in the garage and fished around in the pile 
of dirty clothes until she found a white, man's sock. She quickly tied 
a knot in it's center, slipped the knot between Judy's screaming jaws 
and tied a knot with the ends behind her head. "There Renny, that ought 
to keep her quiet for a while," said a satisfied Dora.

Judy felt the rough and slight dampness of the horrid sock as it forced 
her jaws apart and muffled her screams. Then the stench of the dirty 
foot it had been on hit her nose and tongue and she retched and almost 
threw up. As she subsided and tried to keep from throwing up into the 
gag, Renny approached her once more with the knife in his hand.

The drunken and enraged man then grabbed the tee shirt Judy was wearing 
and brought the knife up to the neck line while Judy's gagged and 
muffled screams intensified. When Renny stroked downward to cut the tee 
shirt off her, Judy thought he was slicing into her and fainted. While 
she was out, Renny divested her of her shorts, panties and shoes. Hung 
naked with arms up, head down and swaying back and forth, Dora and 
Renny just watched her for a few minutes. Then Judy started coming 
around.

"Wake up bitch," said Renny " I want you to feel every touch of this so 
you'll remember to respect me."

Judy looked down and saw he had doubled his widest leather belt and was 
standing there slowly slapping it into his hand. He went around to the 
side of her and stood like a baseball batter with his hand and belt 
outstretched to get a good measure of the proper distance.

Swiftly, he brought his leather clad hand around to the back of his 
head and swatted Judy across her poor, unprotected buns. Then again and 
again and again in a steady, monotonous swish-thwack sound that seemed 
to go on forever. The stings that arose from her bottom cheeks were not 
as painful as some she had endured from her step dad, but they were 
heating her up and she found herself slipping into the depths of 
submission she had found in her previous life, of living alone with a 
horny step dad who liked to discipline her.

Judy was still trying to feebly scream and move the lower part of her 
body to avoid the stinging blows, but Renny was good at it, and he 
liked it. Judy eventually slipped totally into a haze of pain and 
submission and gave up her will to Renny. As he beat her with the belt, 
adding another stripe to her buttocks or the back of her legs, she did 
not even twitch or moan, but just hung there accepting whatever he laid 
out for her.

This took the fun out of it for Renny, so he stopped and turned to Dora 
and raised the belt as if to strike her. Dora had seen this Renny 
before in all too familiar form and was scared to death that he'd tire 
of his new play toy and start in on her. She started backing away from 
him.

"Don't you back away from me girl, I got a job for you. Get down 
between her legs and make her feel good, ya hear? Go to it, and I wanta 
hear some moans and slurps coming from that cunt, bitch. Now move it 
before I sting your butt too," He threatened with a swish near her ass. 
Dora did not hesitate, but quickly knelt at Judy's dangling feet and 
spread her red striped legs apart and stuck her nose up into the young 
girl's cunt.

She licked up and down the vaginal lips and stuck her tongue as far up 
the vaginal tube as she could. She noticed that Judy's cunt was well 
lubricated and running cunt juice. She only hoped that Judy would feel 
this effort she was making for her. As long as Renny could see her 
moving her tongue and hear her slurps he seemed satisfied not to beat 
her also.

Judy began to come more to her senses, but she was still pretty wiped 
out from the submissive haze and discomfort of the recent whipping 
Renny, her Master had administered. There wasn't a part of the skin on 
her ass or the backs of her thighs that did not seem as if it were on 
fire. Every time she moved, new aches and stings made themselves known 
to her.

There was also some pleasure going on around her cunt. She hadn't 
figured out yet what it was, but was content to let it happen. Then, as 
she recovered even more, she realized she was being eaten out by a 
person who was doing her best to make her cum. As Judy began to respond 
to the tickling in her cunt and around her clit and the gentle sucking 
of her clit, she started to hump her hips back and forth.

This was just the sign that Renny had been waiting for. He lashed out 
with the doubled over belt across her ass cheeks again and twice more 
to remind her that he was the Master and was in complete charge. As she 
suffered more stings and discomfort Dora tried to ring her bell with 
cunt licking. Then he took a step back and dropped the leather end of 
the belt and, with the buckle end in his hand, he started flicking at 
her breasts and belly, ass and legs. He was fairly accurate and only 
hit Dora a half dozen times in the heat of smacking Judy.

Each time his aim was off and he swatted Dora, she'd scream and jerk 
upward into Judy's cunt harder. Judy would also issue a weakened and 
muffled scream as Dora crushed Judy's clitty against her teeth. By now 
Renny could see pussy juice drooling down Dora's chin and Judy's legs 
and could tell that Judy was very hot.

Unzipping his pants, Renny drew out his big hard on and approached Judy 
with it as if he were going to thrash her with it. "Move back Dora and 
lick her ass a while, I've got to teach this whore who's boss around 
here."

Then he stepped up to her hips, lifted her legs around the outside of 
his torso, and rammed his big dick all the way home in her drooling 
snatch. The action of lifting her legs had exposed her ass crack and 
hole to Dora who set to work with a will and a sigh to do what Renny 
demanded.

As Dora stuck her tongue up Judy's ass, Judy began jerking and 
twitching and Renny leaned way back and pushed up with his dick and, 
holding the belt doubled, again, he lashed down on Judy's exposed tits 
with all the force he could muster. Judy screamed and cried and tears 
fell out of her eyes and Renny got right close in to her eyes and 
whispered, "Don't you ever leave me or disrespect me. 'Cause I'll kill 
you, you worthless whore, you."

He came down again, hard, on her titties, and bucked up into her cunt 
and held his position as cum shot out of his big dick way up high into 
her vagina. Almost all of her weight was supported by his dick in her 
cunt.

"I'll track you down like the bitch dog you are and I'll slowly kill 
you. Do you understand me?" he asked once again eyeball to eyeball to 
her.

She was sobbing so hard she did not respond quickly enough and Renny 
started rapid firing the belt across her tits, sides, legs, torso, and 
any part of her body he could reach.

Dora, meanwhile, had stuck to her job and was busily licking and 
tonguing Judy's now loosened asshsole and Renny's balls as excess cum 
slipped out the sided of Judy's cunt. Judy, meanwhile had slipped back 
into her submissive haze where pain from the master was pleasure. She 
actually began humping up and down on his big prick as it stuffed up 
inside her cunt.

Renny was so sexually arouse by what he was doing and what Judy was 
doing to his prick that he never lost his hard on and kept ramming 
punishing blows all over her body with the belt and bumping and 
grinding with his pubic bone into her groin. As Dora licked the man cum 
from around Renny's balls, she noticed a change in flavor and texture 
of the stuff she was gobbling. She put a finger up into Judy's cunt and 
Renny's Cock and brought it to her nose to confirm it. Dora then she 
raised it to Renny's nose and said, "She likes to be hurt Renny, here, 
smell her cunt juicing up."

"I don't have to smell, I can feel her cunt twitching' every time I hit 
her. Why do you think I'm hitting her so many times?" Then he turned to 
the semiconscious Judy, pulled the gag out of her mouth and asked "So, 
you like to be hurt do you?" Judy barely responded with an embarrassed 
"no" in a small voice.

"Don't try to lie to me, cause I know. I've got your slippery cunt 
around my dick and I can feel you when you cum, and you cum every time 
I beat you, like this," he said as another swing of the belt swished 
down on her beet red titties.

"Oh No daddy, don't hurt me. I'll be good. I won't be a bad girl any 
more. Please don't hurt me again," she mumbled half incoherently.

"Daddy is it, did your own dad beat you for being a bad girl?" asked a 
curious Renny.

"No no Daddy, I'll be good, just don't beat me any more, please Daddy 
no." she stated more clearly.

"Well tell us just how bad you've been then little girl." coaxed Renny.

"Oh Daddy I've been soooooo bbbaaaaddddd!" she exclaimed.

"I must be beaten with your belt and that big thing between your legs 
to make up for it just like you said," she whispered, "Hit me again 
with the belt and fuck my little cunny hole to make me be a good girl 
again. Please Daddy, Please hit me again," she said while squinting her 
eyes and wrapping her legs around him and swinging her torso so that 
the dick in her cunt moved back and forth quickly. Dora was busy at her 
ass hole and now had two fingers wriggling around inside the 
semiconscious girl's nether opening.

Renny leaned away from her body and slammed the belt down across her 
titties one more time and Judy screamed and climaxed like she had 
climaxed many times before in her previous life with her step dad. She 
jerked and twitched and squeezed with both cunt and legs 'til Renny 
thought she would squeeze the air out of him. He leaned forward and 
slammed the belt diagonally across her ass cheeks and she screamed 
again and released his waist with her legs and her cunt pulled off his 
slimy dick just as Renny spurted again and went weak in the knees with 
his second orgasm.

This pissed Renny off so much that he got back up on his feet after his 
orgasm and slapped the belt across Judy's bare back in a vicious swipe 
that made her sway from side to side, scream lustily and cum even 
harder while Dora tried to keep the two fingers up her ass.

"Step aside, Dora, I want to try something," said Renny to his wife.

As she got up and moved away, Renny said to Judy, "You've been a bad 
girl Judy, now tell us what you have to do to be good again. "

"I have to be spanked," replied Judy through tightly closed eyes.

"What kind of spanking, Judy," patiently asked Renny.

"A very hard spanking from within and without," she whispered in fear, 
like a child about to be punished.

"Well, here it comes child, I hope you learn your lesson."

After the first few Lashes with the belt and no response from Judy, he 
sent Dora into the house to find a strap-on dildo and to take her 
clothes off. When she returned, he put her up on a small stool to get 
her dildo slightly higher than Judy's cunt. Then he helped hold Judy's 
legs around her as she slipped the flexible dildo up into Judy's sloppy 
snatch.

"Now fuck her Dora, fuck her like it's the last fuck you'll ever have 
dear," persuaded an excited Renny.

As Dora began an in and out slow motion with the dildo, Renny stepped 
back and lashed out at Judy again and again, sometimes slicing across 
Dora in the process, but constantly hitting Judy. Judy began to cry 
real tears and orgasm every time Renny hit her. Dora was tiring quickly 
from all the exercise and hoped Renny and Judy would be through soon, 
but they both seemed tireless and Judy kept on cumming.

Finally, Renny ran out of energy. Dora noticed that Judy was close to 
passing out and stepped down from the stool and heard the sloshing 
sound the dildo made as it slithered from Judy's drooling quim. Judy 
just hung from the rope and gently swing back and forth, lost in her 
own world of passion and submission. Renny stared at her for a minute 
and got her down and carried her across his shoulder back to her 
bedroom.

Chapter 1F

The next morning Judy was embarrassed that Renny and Dora knew her 
deepest darkest secret about the brutal and submissive relationship 
between her step father and herself. She had always called him Dad 
after her real father was killed in an auto accident when she was just 
a baby. But Renny and Dora didn't seem to mind, it was a point they 
could use to manipulate her. From that day forward, they went out of 
their way to humiliate and hurt her with that knowledge.

She'd stay tied up half a day in some of the strangest positions and 
every time Renny or Dora would stick a finger up her cunt, she'd be 
juicy. They'd rub it over her mouth and nose and say, "See the little 
slut and how she likes to hurt. She's so twisted, pain becomes a 
climax."

Then, they'd pinch her or slap her or fist her thighs or arms until 
they were black and blue. But always, they came back to her pussy and 
stroked her until she came. They made sure she came after every beating 
to condition her to like it.

One evening, Renny got into the bottle a bit deep and Dora was joining 
him so they got steadily drunk. Renny whispered something in Dora's ear 
and headed for the garage. Judy was sitting naked on the sofa with her 
hands cuffed behind her and her legs slewed at right angles so that 
Dora could reach over every now and then and stroke her clit or pinch 
or smack her.

Sometimes, Judy would be surprised by an ice cube slipped up her cunt. 
All she could do was sit there and endure it while it melted and Dora 
snickered at her predicament. It was all so perverse and all so 
exciting. Judy could feel the ooze spilling out her cunt on to the sofa 
cover. She was making a wet spot on the upholstery. Dora, after some 
more minutes of tickling and teasing her, got up, saw the spot and blew 
up at Judy.

"How dare you sit there and wet my sofa cover!" she exclaimed in mock 
anger, "Boy are you going to get it now! On your feet!" she commanded. 
As Judy arose from the sofa, Dora grabbed her by the cuffed hands and 
pushed then up as high as they would go on Judy's back making Judy high 
step her way down the hallway to the garage door.

Renny met them at the door and placed a blindfold over Judy's eyes and 
a gag in her mouth. The gag was his dirty underwear and she choked at 
the taste of shit and piss in her mouth. He led her into the middle of 
the garage floor and un-cuffed her hands and raised them above her 
head. He then hooked them to the overhead chain and raised her until 
she was on her tip toes.

Renny reached down to her ankles and attached leather cuffs around each 
ankle. He then attached additional chains to her ankles and raised them 
up until her back was parallel to the floor. The ankle chains were also 
spreading her legs apart so that she was stretched and suspended 
totally by the chains hanging from the ceiling.

Renny brought out a cane pole about four feet long and three quarter 
inches around. As he swished it in the air above Judy's body, she 
cringed and began to make mewling sounds around the gag. Standing to 
one side, he took a two handed grip on the cane and swished it directly 
into her ass cheeks. Judy let out a barely audible scream that was lost 
in the nasty tasting gag in her mouth.

Renny began to work on her ass and the backs of her legs with slow 
steady strokes. He deliberately waited fifteen seconds between each 
stroke so her anticipation could build up. Meanwhile, Dora, in a 
drunken stupor, grabbed a new fly swatter she had just bought and hung 
on the wall. She began to lay in to her titties as best she could 
between Judy's outstretched arms. Renny would cane her and in between 
times, Dora would swat at her upper torso. Her back and everything 
above her waist were treated to the scratchy metal screen on the fly 
swatter.

Judy was in some real pain and cried and sobbed and begged as best she 
could through the gag for them to stop, but it just went on and on. Her 
entire body was being stimulated more than it had ever been before and 
all of it was going to her cunt making it slimy with cunt juice. Judy 
felt close to passing out when Renny finally got tired and quit abusing 
her ass and legs. He stood back to admire the stripes up and down her 
ass and legs and the clinches and twitches she made as Dora continued 
to smack her tits.

Renny went over to a workbench on the side of the garage and grabbed up 
a can of motor oil and an opener. He formed a fist with his right hand 
and poured motor oil all around it. Then he began to rub oil all around 
Judy's ass and cunt. He stuck three fingers as far up into her cunt as 
he could ram them and Judy twitched and groaned with renewed pain. He 
fucked her cunt with his three fingers and used his thumb to smash her 
clit against her pubic bone.

Judy was really getting off on the hand job. Her pussy began juicing 
and drooling and mixing with the motor oil. Her body seemed totally 
alive now and recharged with renewed energy. Renny pulled back and 
added a fourth finger and began to push in earnest into her cunt until 
her whole body began to swing away from the force of his push. The 
incredible pressure on her cuntal opening was burning and stinging like 
the rest of her body. When she had reached an almost sitting up 
position with his hand pushing her up, he reached up, put his thumb in 
the palm of his hand and began to pinch her clitty with his other hand.

She screamed and wiggled and cried and really went in to a paroxysm of 
spastic jerks and twitched. He was pinching her clitty very hard and 
she was loving it. With every new flash of sensation, she approached 
closer to climax. Finally, after a particularly long and intense 
orgasm, she relaxed and felt his entire hand slip up inside of her 
vagina. As it went in, Renny flexed his fingers and folded them into a 
fist to keep from punching through the back wall of her vagina.

He backed off and Judy went parallel to the floor with Renny's fist 
still stuck in her vaginal canal. Meanwhile, Dora kept up a steady 
barrage of swats with the fly swatter. This was keeping Judy off 
balance as the pleasure of the clit rubbing and the filled cunt 
contrasted with the displeasure of the fly swatter until they both 
seemed to merge and any stimulus to the girl's body was turned to 
pleasure. Each time Renny jerked his fist back and forth in her cunt 
and Dora swatted another area of her back, thighs, the bottoms of her 
feet, or sometimes her titties, Judy spasmed into orgasm again and 
again.

When Renny got tired of the physical effort it took to fuck her with 
his hand and half of his forearm, he opened his fist up inside of her 
and extended his fingers as far out as they would go and began to 
rotate his arm back and forth inside of her, first one way and then the 
other. Judy came so hard she almost passed out. Renny removed his fist 
from her cunt by jerking it out with the fingers still somewhat 
extended. Judy's muffled scream sounded like a dying animal as she 
collapsed and let the full weight of her body rest on the chains. Dora 
took that opportunity to swat each of her breasts and then a very hard 
cut across her open cunt and clit. Judy screamed again and passed out.

Judy was out of commission for a week before she felt like she could 
walk upright without her insides falling out. The scratches and bruises 
she had all over her body were a constant reminder of the cruelty and 
expert going over Renny and Dora had given her. They weren't even mad 
at her. They thought she liked it.

Well... if the truth were told, she really did get off on it. Even the 
lingering discomfort of the scratches and bruises sent lust surging to 
her damaged cunt for the next week while she could do nothing about it. 
After she had healed enough to have sex with Renny and not scream from 
the pain, she went back to work servicing Johns that Renny seemed to 
always be able to find.

Life went on. Men came and went sometimes three and four a day for both 
Dora and Judy. Occasionally Renny would be gone to service a female 
customer, but he never brought them to the house. Dora didn't seem to 
mind his apparent disloyalty as she was getting her share of dick from 
the Johns. Judy didn't mind much either, it just all seemed so boring 
doing the same things over and over. Even the constant bondage did not 
keep her interest up. After a couple of weeks, she found it to be very 
inconvenient and chaffed at their constant attempts to put her down. It 
all became so predictable.

Then Sid came by again, asked for her and bought her services for the 
night. She serviced him magnificently again. He returned the favor, and 
in the early morning hours, when he was ready to leave, she asked him 
"Were you serious about helping me get away from Renny and Dora?"

"Of course I was" said a surprised Sid. He had tried unsuccessfully to 
buy her from Renny and was rebuffed rudely. Renny had just about 
convinced him that she wanted to stay for all the sex she was getting. 
He just couldn't forget Judy and couldn't stay away from her, so he had 
returned to get as much time with her as he could. He didn't tell her 
this, of course.

"If you want out, why not just pack up and leave?" Asked Sid.

"Renny said he'd come after me and I'm afraid he'll find me and hurt 
me. That man can get real crazy when he's mad." She explained. "Will 
you help me get away?" she asked.

"You're right, that Renny can be a real mean ass hole when he wants 
to." said Sid while thinking he needed her to fear seeing Renny and 
Dora again. "OK, how about you taking just what you can get into your 
pockets with you and meeting me after midnight tonight at the grocery 
store just down the street?" He proposed.

"I think I can get out and do that, but if I'm not there by twelve 
thirty, don't wait any longer," she warned.

So the plan was made, she sneaked out and met Sid at the grocery and 
sped off into the night with him while constantly looking over her 
shoulder for Renny's angry face coming at her. She didn't rest until 
they had settled in another state.

Part II

Chapter 2A- Judy gets some exercise.

Sid stirred atop her luscious titties and buried his head in the 
billowing forms of girl flesh as he slept on in Judy's arms. She gently 
pushed him off of her body and responded to the urgings of her full and 
complaining bladder by silently walking across the deep, pile carpeting 
to the large, richly appointed bathroom just off the mirrored, master 
bedroom.

As she sat on the commode and relieved herself, thoughts of the past 
few months flashed before her again. She remembered just how really 
dumb and unsophisticated she had been when she got off that bus and 
Renny found her. Then, as he'd talked her into bed first and outright 
prostitution next, she'd not thought to question the small amounts 
she'd earned from all those tricks. Renny and Dora had cheated her and 
Sid had explained it to her months later.

"Honey," he'd said "your sweet, young, petite body would be a prize in 
any whore-house. It would normally attract top dollar and it probably 
did for Renny and Dora. They just never let you find out how much."

Judy was worried about Renny or Dora finding her and what they'd do if 
they did. She had vivid memories of some of the threats he'd made 
against her if she ever left him. These had been reinforced 
dramatically by extremely abusive and painful sessions many times over. 
She did not want anything more to do with the volatile and vicious 
Renny. She often voiced her fears to Sid that they would be found even 
up here in the mountains.

"Well that would be difficult since they didn't know my real name or 
where I live or work. I met them through a casual acquaintance of mine 
who doesn't know those things either. Besides, living way up here in 
the hills, away from everyone else and having you all to myself has 
isolated me from those same casual friends. I guess they think I just 
dropped off the face of the earth. I keep in touch with a few that I 
can trust, but I didn't buy this place until after we got together. To 
my knowledge, no one that knows me knows them," she remembered him 
saying.

Judy wiped her tush and went over to the bidet to wash it and her 
hands. "I must be fresh for Sid in case he wants to eat me later." she 
thought to herself. The warm water rushing up into her cunt gave her a 
rush and she felt herself getting excited again. Shaking it off, she 
finished drying with the towel next to the drawer under the counter, 
she turned her thoughts to what lay in that drawer and, on impulse, she 
opened it. She brought out a small box that had the words "Ben Wah 
Balls" written in bold lettering on the top. When she opened the box, a 
nylon cord dropped over her wrist and she saw that it ran right through 
the middle of two large round plastic balls.

These balls were about one and a quarter inches in diameter and as 
smooth as a baby's bottom. The steel bearings inside of them rolled 
around and made the plastic outer coverings wiggle like Mexican jumping 
beans. She held them under the hot water faucet for a few minutes to 
warm them up and bent down to her cunt and spread her legs so she could 
cram them both into her vaginal canal as far up as they would go.

She relished the feel of the still cool, but not cold balls as she 
stuffed them up higher and higher into her birth canal. Her inner walls 
were beginning to drip moisture and she could feel a glow of horniness 
start at her cunt and radiate outward to every extremity of her body.

After the second ball was pushed as high as it would go, she ran the 
tip of her index finger gingerly around the clitoral node at the front 
of her cunt and thrilled as her excitement mounted. With steel in her 
resolve, she withdrew her hand reminding herself how much better the 
climax would be after some time of anticipation.

Now, only the strong nylon cord attached to both of them was hanging 
out. She wadded that up and put it neatly inside her outer cunt lips so 
it wouldn't get in the way or look unsightly to Sid.

As she straightened up, she could already feel them working her arousal 
up and she knew that if she didn't take her mind off of the sexy balls 
clattering around in her cunt soon, she would be tempted to bring 
herself off with her hands. She didn't mind doing it that way, but 
experience had taught her that the ache of horniness over a long period 
of time would accumulate in her and make her cum so much better when 
she and Sid got around to fucking again.

She quietly slipped out of the bathroom, through the bedroom and down 
the hall so Sid could sleep while she did her morning exercises. Sid 
had his routine that kept him in shape and he had taught her one of her 
own. But first, the pool looked inviting through the wide, French doors 
out back so she went outside to warm up in the summer sun. She was 
still naked as she walked like a silent ghost through the dawning light 
and down the hall to the den and out back to the swimming pool.

She spent most of the summer morning lounging in the rising sun by the 
pool and thinking about having sex because any movement she made caused 
the Ben Wah's to twitch and gently remind her of their presence, making 
her hotter and hotter. The gluey slickness of arousal was sliding out 
of her cuntal opening and down the crack in her ass to drench her 
asshole and the chaise lounge upon which she was laying.

A couple of hours later, as the sun, her fevered thoughts and the 
sensations in her cunt that had her gently hunching her lower abdomen 
back and forth in the flexible chair all came together to raise her 
body temperature to a fine sweat. She jumped up, determined to make 
this feeling last without climaxing and dove into the water to cool off 
and began her laps.

As she swam, those devilish Ben Wah's kept up a constant vibration in 
her pussy that almost drove her wild with lust and made it even harder 
for her to breathe than the laps she was swimming.

After several laps, she was breathing hard and ready for more strenuous 
exertion. Feeling alive and 100% in touch with her every sense, she got 
out of the pool, dried off and went back into the den and into the 
extra bedroom at the end of the hall. This room had been equipped with 
exercise equipment of many kinds.

Sid was determined that they would stay in good physical shape and Judy 
had become accustomed to doing her body a favor by working out 
regularly. She also didn't mind the constant stimulation of the Ben Wah 
Balls, today, up inside her pussy, which reminded her that she was a 
woman in need.

As she began the first repetition of slow sit-ups she remembered what 
Sid had said about the house. "No one can see us up here. We can run 
naked through the house and out the back door to the pool and into the 
back yard if we want and no one will see us," explained Sid as he tried 
to reassure her that she had nothing to fear from Renny and Dora. 
"Renny and Dora will never find us up here even if they are still 
looking for you, which I doubt."

Sid was right, the house was ultra modern and built up on a mountain 
top that overlooked farm land and many acres of forested hillsides and 
other mountains. The winters up here were beautiful and the summers 
were gorgeous. There were few cars that traveled the main road and no 
visitors up the winding, long drive that led to the main house. The 
four bedroom ranch style house had a large 25 meter swimming pool, 
heated so they could use it almost year round, an outdoor hot tub and 
an eight foot high concrete block and brick fence that hid the patio 
and both the pool and hot tub from any prying eyes in the lower forest.

Judy had done all of the housekeeping and cooking and seemed content. 
Only occasionally did her need for pain surface for Sid to mete out 
punishment to her and help her achieve that highest of orgasms.

Both of them became accustomed to fucking and sucking at the drop of a 
hat and clothes just got in the way, so they mostly went naked through 
the house and pool areas. There was no real pattern to their fucking 
activities. Sid said he didn't want either of them to become bored or 
stuck in a rut when it came to their lovemaking.

He was constantly surprising her with inventive ways to catch her at 
awkward times or in different positions when he fucked her. The variety 
was wonderful and had kept her off balance and loving every minute of 
it. Some of those methods would have been considered obscene or cruel 
by an outsider, but Judy loved them all, even the ones that hurt.

As she finished with her sit-ups and moved to the universal set, her 
glance ran over the large cardboard box in the corner of the gym. Sid 
had said it was just a bunch of junk he had thought he would do 
something useful with some day. On closer inspection, it had looked to 
be scrap wood and leather and nails and bolts all in a confusing mass 
that looked just like what Sid said, "junk."

Judy was feeling hornier with every exercise she performed and was 
looking forward to going back to bed and waking Sid, after a quick 
shower. But just as she was finishing, Sid appeared from the pool, 
dripping water and announcing that he felt great and was ready for his 
exercises.

"Boy, it's good to be alive and kicking and hungry on a fine summer 
morning with you! I could eat the north end off of a southbound goat 
honey, and when I'm finished here, I'll need to take in about a 
thousand calories. How about you? Are you ready for breakfast?" he 
enthused.

"You mean brunch, don't you?" she said with arched eyebrow. "You've 
slept most of the morning away!" she exclaimed.

Then, in response to a mock stern look from Sid she said, "OK. OK! I'll 
have the mighty King's brunch ready when he finishes, but right now, 
your horny little girl has got herself a problem." With that she bent 
her knees out to the sides. This action caused the outer lips of her 
cunt to open up and the nylon Ben Wah cord fell down almost to her 
knees.

"See what I mean?" asked the pouting young teenager as both she and Sid 
stared down at her dripping pussy. Then she grabbed him by the 
shoulders and backed him up to the workout bench behind him and started 
to tongue kiss and rub her sweaty body up against his cool, chlorine 
scented physique. As she kissed him, she reached down and grabbed his 
erecting prick and began squeezing it rhythmically with her hand.

Sid knew he must pay a toll before he could get his workout done, so he 
leaned back onto the short bench lengthwise and left his feet on the 
floor. Judy followed him down to the firm padding of the bench without 
breaking the kiss. His right hand slid down her quivering stomach to 
the soft pubic patch of his. He hesitated there to stroke and tease her 
before he ran his finger along her cuntal crease to the rising clit and 
on into her boiling snatch.

She was hot, wet and very horny and he could tell it by the slippery 
slop on his fingers as it began to run down into the palm of his hand 
and down to his wrist. He began to diddle her clit back and forth with 
the first two fingers of his hand and she increased the activity of her 
tongue in his mouth and began raising her right leg to straddle his now 
erect prick. As she got her leg up to it's highest point, Sid grabbed 
the cord and plopped the two Ben Wah's out of her horny pussy and let 
them fall to the floor. She grunted as each ball was removed quickly 
from her gushing snatch. She never let go of his prick or came up for 
air from the exciting tongue kiss.

As she got her knee over his body and stood over his torso with his 
prick in her hand, she began moving up over his face and began dragging 
her nipples up to his chin. He licked and sucked and finally captured 
one of her unusually elongated nips in his mouth. He began immediately 
to swirl and drag his twitching lips and tongue over and around her 
breast and aureole. He was driving her crazy and Judy feared she would 
come right then without ever getting his prick into her hungry snatch.

She positioned the thick, hard dick head at the entrance of her vagina 
and let herself drop down over it. As she sank down on his pole soooooo 
slooooowwwwllllyyyy, he groaned and tried to buck up into her. She rode 
up with him and would not let him quickly put it to her. She wanted to 
make this hungry ache in her pussy last as long as she possibly could 
without becoming frustrated and missing the ultimate act of climaxing.

She had now become a sophisticated fucker that enjoyed her slow fucks 
and their anticipating aches and urges. She also enjoyed the fast comes 
that surprised her at times. She could feel the wiry hair of his pubes 
mixing with hers as she finally sat down with her full weight on top of 
his tall pole. She sighed with contentment and just rested at the 
bottom of her long slow decent. She had savored every inch of that 
slide to ecstasy.

She rose swiftly to the top of the prick pole and once again began her 
teasing slide to perfection, but Sid had other ideas and she was too 
far gone to match his upward thrusts this time. He arched his back and 
pushed his groin upwards with such swiftness and force that Judy's feet 
left the ground and her cunt flew quickly down onto his prick and 
rebounded off of his pubic bone and lower abdomen to ricochet back up 
and almost off of his prick.

Just as she thought she would fly off of him and off into space, he 
grabbed her by the back of her thighs and forced her legs up, off the 
floor. He lunged upward again pushed her up and off his prick almost to 
the end of his turgid manhood and snapped his prick back into place 
deep into her cunt as her entire weight came crashing down to crush her 
clitty against his hard pubic bone. Up she flew again, and again he 
caught her at the top of her bounce and met her vigorously just as she 
was coming down.

The force of the entry was a wild strain on her tender pussy lips and 
walls, but it only seemed to add to the excitement and mingled the pain 
of the re-entry with the pleasure she sought to release her from the 
frustrations of the past two hours with the Ben Wah balls. Judy felt 
safe and secure in the knowledge that Sid was excited and had taken 
charge of the fucking. She was most content to let him take his lead.

Again Sid bucked her up toward the ceiling with her legs pushed up by 
his hands and sprawled out to the sides and the full weight of his 
prick pushing up into her horny snatch. As she reached the top of her 
upward trajectory, Sid once again pushed himself off the bench to 
thrust with all his might up into her waiting hole with a sound of 
thunder and a moan of pain/pleasure from her. The sensation in her cunt 
of going to full and then empty and them crushingly full again was 
driving her wild. She began to moan as all of her inhibitions left her 
and she became a simple fucking body bent on it's own pleasures.

They crashed back onto the bench again and Sid lunged upward again, 
bucking her up and down for a full three or four minutes. Judy could 
feel her climax approaching and since she had waited so long for it, 
she knew it was going to be a big one. She was delighted and amazed at 
both his skill as a lover and his stamina. Not many 33 year old men 
could keep this kind of exercise up for this long.

Just when her bruised pubic bone was beginning to really begin to hurt, 
Sid hunched his hips upward and on the next bounce, he caught her 
square in the clit with his pubic bone. Her body zoomed through it's 
climax and the throbbing in her pussy changed to a tight fisted 
clenching as spasm after spasm hit her entire lower abdomen and groin 
area. It was all she could do to stay on top of him as he drew back and 
slammed into her again. Another gripping orgasm tore loose from her 
pussy and seemed to run up and down her loosely flopping legs as she 
came one last time.

The lights winked and the room spun and she felt Sid reach his climax 
and his prick started to twitch and pulse way up inside her as he came 
too. She had clung to his neck like a monkey clings to it's mother 
during all of this, and as Sid subsided into an exhausted heap, she 
kissed his neck and ear in gratitude for the wonderful climax. Knowing 
that once again she had satisfied her Master's wishes and provided 
pleasure to him in the act of sex. She felt grateful that he had made 
sure she came also.

"That was just about perfect, Master." She breathed directly onto his 
ear and onto the sexy nerve that she knew he had inside his ear. "Thank 
you for one of the best cums of my life."

"Oh, that was nothing." He said between deep breaths. "Just wait until 
I get started good!" he kidded her as it was obvious to them both that 
he was totally winded and tired out, for the moment.

"Well, I'd like to stay for another round, but I'm getting hungry and I 
don't want your strength to leave you, so I'll just slip into the 
kitchen and make us that meal you ordered." she whispered as she lifted 
herself off his prostrate body.

Sid was still heaving hard for breath and was really glad to be rid of 
Judy's weight so he could get air more easily into his lungs, but he 
couldn't resist coming back with some banter of his own. "OK, if eating 
is more important than sex with me, then just go on with you."

Judy paused as she was, still astride of him and said, "Well, since you 
put it that way..," and began sinking back down onto him again. However 
his prick had shrunk and it flopped loose from her pussy. "Never mind, 
I'm really hungry too, so please go fix brunch and let me die in 
peace!" Sid said as he pushed her back up and off of him and then 
rolled off onto the floor and played dead.

"OK, If you're going to poop out on me, I'll go then." She said as she 
grabbed the Ben Wah's off the floor, sauntered out the door with a 
pouting mouth and cast an exaggerated and alluring look back at him. It 
caused them both to laugh and she went on down to the kitchen still 
naked as the day she was born.

"OK, but you'll sing a different tune when I decide to take you with me 
to check the mail." Sid hollered as she walked away.

Chapter 2B

As Judy prepared the meal, she remembered back to a day about six 
months ago when Sid had brought home a golf cart and proclaimed it to 
be their yard cart, since their yard was so big. The front drive to the 
house from the main road was a twisted and winding track of gravel and 
concrete pothole patches. Just getting the mail took almost a half hour 
down and back that tortuous track. Sid has said it discouraged visitors 
and Judy accepted that as a necessary evil to protect their privacy.

About two weeks after he brought the golf cart home, Sid announced he 
was going to check the mail and told Judy she was coming along. This 
surprised Judy as she'd never ridden with him before, but her Master 
had decreed it so she went with him. Both of them got into the cart 
naked and Sid threw a couple of pool towels in the basket behind the 
seat. They both wanted to stay naked and would cover up only while at 
the mailbox beside the road in case someone drove by while they 
retrieved the mail.

Sid said he had something special for Judy and he showed it off when 
she sat on the seat. He moved a lever and a part of Judy's seat fell 
inward. She felt like she was sitting on a large, padded toilet seat. 
Her cunt and ass were both over the hole. Then Sid pushed down on 
another lever and two dildos started up inside of Judy. Both were 
lubricated with petroleum jelly and slid into her cunt and ass with no 
difficulty once she got them lined up correctly. Judy started to get 
up, but Sid put a safety strap across her lap and told her to leave it 
on.

Then Sid started slowly down the drive. At first, Judy didn't notice 
it, but after Sid picked up speed, every bump he hit was translated, 
somehow, to the twin dildos lodged up inside her. This constant motion 
became a vibration as Sid drove faster and took the wheels of the golf 
cart down into the gutter beside the road where the bumpiest gravel 
lay. Judy could not believe the thrill of feeling first the front dildo 
move up or down and then the ass dildo move up and down independently. 
It was as if they were attached to different wheels. (They were!)

She silently thanked her good luck and Sid for the petroleum jelly as 
the movements were sometimes quite violent. As Sid hit a particularly 
large rock on the right wheel, she noticed that the cunt dildo jumped 
violently in her, but did not threaten to harm her, as if some safety 
mechanism were in place. Another bad bump by the left wheels had the 
ass dildo jumping and Judy was astounded at how good it felt even 
though the movements were powerful and jerky. Her surprise suddenly 
turned to orgasm and Judy screamed out her joy all the way down the 
mountain as Sid drove more and more in the gutters and ruts of the worn 
gravel driveway. By the time they reached the bottom, she was cumming 
repeatedly.

Nearing the bottom, Sid grabbed the towels and wrapped one around his 
waist and draped one over Judy's torso. Then he drove right up to the 
mailbox and picked up his mail. Going back up the mountainous driveway 
was not as much fun because it was slower and the novelty had worn off 
to some extent. Nevertheless, Judy came twice more before they reached 
the house again. Every day now, they take the golf cart down to check 
the mail, even if the post office is closed!

Sid had also taken her on a round of golf with him and introduced her 
as his assistant. She endured almost five hours of riding across 
fairways and gravel cart paths and had cum most exquisitely many times 
before Sid's game was over. For the occasion, Sid had bought her a 
small tennis outfit with a short skirt and panties underneath with two 
holes in the crotch surrounded by elastic. She had to screw around a 
bit to get the dildos up inside her and she had to lubricate her ass 
and cunt at home before she put the panties and short skirt on, but she 
managed to do it all in front of all the guys and gals at the local 
country club without anyone knowing what she had up her cunt and ass.

When Sid took the cart off the path and swing down a dry creek bed, 
ostensibly looking for his ball, she came heavily in her cunt as he 
took the cart's right wheels over several stones big enough to create 
some fast friction in her cunt. Sid then turned the cart around and 
headed back into the same dry creek bed with the left wheels going over 
rough stones. Once again, Judy came with abandon, in her ass. Judy was 
feeling like an adored whore as Sid turned and twisted the cart down 
the cart path with one wheel in the gravelled gutter giving her a 
thrill that she knew he wanted her to enjoy. It made her feel more 
secure to know that he had intended for her to get off on this device.

Then Sid drove over to a stand of trees at the edge of the fairway, 
grabbed Judy by the arm, jerking her up off the dildos and took her 
behind a bush. He then bent her over so that she was touching the 
ground with her hands and her knees were straight, in front of him. 
Judy heard the zipper on his pants release his big dick and immediately 
felt his presence pushing up into her distended asshole.

A few strokes later, Judy muffled a scream as she orgasmed and Sid went 
off in a flurry of motion. Sid turned her around without standing up so 
that she could clean off his now flaccid prick with her mouth. He 
stuffed it back in his pants and zipped up. Then she stood up and they 
went back to the cart.

As Judy settled over the protrusions sticking lewdly from the passenger 
seat, Sid reached around and fastened her seat belt again and drove off 
at a fast clip. Up around the green, Sid apologized to the other 
players in their foursome by saying, "Sorry to hold you up, we lost my 
balls." He said.

"Yeah," said one of the other golfers, "Well chasing balls into the 
woods is a part of the game isn't it?"

"It sure is when you play as badly as I do." said a gleeful Sid. "Who's 
turn is it to tee off?"

The rest of the afternoon, Sid played the worst golf he had ever 
played. He shanked or sliced the ball into the woods constantly and 
drove that cart where no carts were meant to go. Judy got very tired as 
orgasm after orgasm sapped her strength, but since this was what Sid 
wanted, since she was doing the thing that turned him on, she felt 
great about it.

She was fucked out by the time they got home, but Sid had other ideas. 
He tied her upside down from the hooks in the playroom ceiling. He 
spread her legs apart as far as the ropes would reach. Then he 
handcuffed her hands behind her and added a spreader bar between her 
knees. He then adjusted the ropes so that she was suspended with her 
cunt and pussy mound just below mouth level to Sid. After tying her 
off, Sid left the room and she could hear him moving around in the 
bathroom next door.

When he came back, he spread a towel underneath her head and splashed a 
little warm water on her cunt. He then took out a shaving mug and put 
some cream and water in it and began string it up to make a lather. She 
felt the slippery soap swirling around her hairy cunt hole and clitty, 
making her hotter and hotter. The prickly bristles of the brush around 
the inner lips of her cunt, clit and asshole warmed her up so that the 
buttery cunt juice of her pussy overflowed her upside down cunt and 
began running down her body to her tits and neck taking soap suds with 
it. In this manner, she was able to smell her own excitement mixed with 
the shaving soap and it aroused her even more.

He spread the lather on her cunt lips and pussy mound thickly. Then he 
paid particular attention to making sure that her clitty was well 
soaped and even lingered over her ass hole, pushing the bristles of the 
brush partly into her asshole. The stiff bristles of the brush were 
like a trigger to orgasm for her and she came twitching and bucking 
again as this was done.

Sid bent down and showed her a safety razor and told her to be still. 
He carefully shaved her from her naval all the way around to the top of 
the crack in her ass. After all of the soapy residue was washed clean, 
he stood back and admired his handiwork.

"Now, my little sex slave," he said using the deeper more stern voice 
of his that Judy had come to recognize and love as his command voice, 
"I think I like that look so well that I shall require you to keep it 
shaved and ready for my use at any time of day or night."

Judy replied, in a contented whisper, "Yes Master." As she relished the 
feelings of letting him take total control of even this private part of 
her body.

Then he lowered her so that she was closer to the floor with her cunt 
and ass level with Sid's crotch. She felt his large prick slowly 
sinking into her slimy cunt for a few strokes and then pulling out and 
ramming back into her asshole for a few minutes. Judy would just build 
up to near climax in one hole and he would pull out and start in 
another hole. Finally, Judy was so close to orgasm, that it didn't 
matter which hole he used. She came. Sid alternated back and forth for 
a few times and Judy kept going off time and again until he finally 
shot a wad up her asshole.

The toaster popped up a pair of brown pieces and Judy returned her 
thoughts to the present.

Part 3

Chapter 3A

After her shower, as she was standing, nude, at the kitchen sink, Judy 
heard Sid fumbling around in the exercise room. Sid was always messing 
around with something around the house or out in the garage/workroom. 
It really didn't matter to her what he did.

Judy was just happy to keep house for him and encourage him to screw 
her every chance he got. Knowing he was happy made her happy. She was 
totally wrapped up in doing nice things for him. She especially wanted 
to please her "Master" and do all the things he required of her. This 
gave her that safe, warm, secure feeling she used to have before she 
left home.

Even though her step-father was banging and beating her, she never felt 
threatened with more harm than she could stand. Deep down she knew he 
really loved her. It just got to be a bore every day so she departed 
for other places and other adventures. She never felt that secure with 
Renny and Dora.

Today was a bit unusual. They didn't usually fuck more than two or 
three times a week and here it was not even noon yet and she'd been had 
twice already. Sid must be getting ready to leave on another one of his 
extended trips and was trying to "make up some fucking time" as he put 
it.

Sid didn't talk about his business. He said he was wealthy, but every 
few months he had to be away for up to two weeks at a time. Judy was 
lonely without him, but she was not afraid to stay up on the mountain 
without him. She'd just never felt threatened up here. It seemed too 
beautiful to be frightening.

Before he left, he usually got her good and hot and screwed her so well 
that she was satiated for days after he'd been gone. Still, she was 
very horney when he returned. She was glad he didn't have to go out of 
town too often.

She heard him coming down the hall and into the kitchen. "I've got a 
project going in the exercise room and I've got to run into town to the 
hardware store for parts, did you want anything while I'm in town?" Sid 
asked as he washed his hands at the sink.

A trip to the small town about twenty miles away was something to take 
advantage of because it took about thirty minutes either way. They kept 
a running list of needed items on the refrigerator and Sid walked over 
to get it now.

"Just what's on that list and some soap for the bathrooms," said Judy 
as she continued to turn the frying bacon strips in the pan before her. 
She had put on a kitchen apron to keep the grease from spitting out 
onto her naked tits. Experience had taught her well.

"Ok, I've got a special treat for you while I'm gone. As soon as the 
breakfast dishes are done, I'll help you get into it," Sid said with a 
big smile.

"Hmmm, sounds like something I might like." Judy smiled back and 
twitched her hips and pushed out her perky little ass at him.

Judy had a certain need to be bound or confined, then sexually 
stimulated and abused. Sid told her that it was probably because of the 
abuse she took from her stepfather and Renny and Dora. She had gotten 
used to the idea of submission with some pain as a way to get off and 
her body was insisting that it needed it every now and then.

The infrequent trips to town by Sid presented a perfect opportunity for 
her to indulge in her unusual fetish. Sid thought it was fine as long 
as she enjoyed it. If the truth were known, Sid probably enjoyed the 
preparation for it as much as she did.

Chapter 3B

After the breakfast dishes were washed and put away, Judy went back 
into the exercise room to find Sid amidst pieces of wooden chair rail 
and metal brackets, cushions and a menage of nuts and bolts. "Well, 
don't you look like a kid in love with a new gadget? Whatcha doing?" 
She asked.

"I'm making something for you. That's why I'm going into town. It's a 
surprise, so just march yourself right out to the playroom and I'll get 
you fixed up before I go. I've been thinking about what I'm going to do 
to you before I leave and I can't seem to concentrate on putting this 
together anyway," He replied.

When they reached the playroom and turned the lights on, Judy was 
reminded of how little real furniture they had in the windowless 
basement room. She went over to what looked like a tall workout bench, 
leaned against it and asked Sid, "Well, Master, what delights have you 
in store for your slave today?"

"Don't talk until you're told to slave!" Said Sid as he slid into his 
role as Master with ease. The sound of his sharp voice and commanding 
tone sent shivers down the nubile teenager's spine and stood her up 
straight with wide eyes and bowed head. She once again entered that 
safe and secure place of submission that she had found as a haven from 
all of life's troubles. She was perfectly content to let Sid do as he 
wished, even if it hurt her, because she knew that he wanted it, it 
pleased him, and no matter how much it gave her pain, she knew she 
would orgasm mightily from it. She always did.

"Get over here and stand before me respectfully, Slave!" he shouted.

She silently went to stand before him, naked and cowed, with her head 
lowered and her hands at her sides.

"Turn around slave!" he grunted. "Bend over, slave!" he growled again 
when she had complied. "Grip your ankles slave!" he exclaimed as she 
went down to the floor and took a firm grip of her ankles. "Spread 'em 
slave!" he barked as she spread her feet about three feet and kept her 
grip on her ankles.

Sid leaned back and spread her asscheeks as he said "Now, tell me what 
a bad girl you've been this week!" This was a key phrase that her step 
father had used on her for years as a purge of her conscious before he 
beat her. "I've been so bad master!" She moaned. "I need to be punished 
for what I've done."

"And just what have you done?" Sid asked as he walked over to a 
cupboard mounted on the wall.

"I've not washed and ironed my clothes as I should and I gossiped with 
Lucy about Tommy..." and a long monologue of imagined and real crimes 
were spewed from Judy like a prayer from a priest.

While she went on, Sid had returned with a few things from the 
cupboard. As she continued listing her misdeeds, he fastened leather 
cuffs around her wrists that locked with audible clicks. Then he did 
the same to her ankles and neck and waist. These were the normal 
trappings of their little games. The snug fit of these implements once 
again restored a greater sense of security in her.

They reminded her of the many times she had worn them before and how 
exquisitely she had orgasmed, with them around the different parts of 
her body. As he snapped a metal pin through the wrist and ankle rings 
in the cuffs to make sure that each leg was attached to the same side 
wrist, she felt her pussy once again juicing to the point that she 
could feel cum drool running down the inside of both her legs.

Sid tightened the buckles that pulled the ankles and wrists tightly 
together to make sure she stayed in that bent over position. Then he 
placed the string to her emergency release rope in her right hand and 
wrapped it around her middle finger. This was the escape mechanism she 
knew she could use if something got to be too much for her when he was 
doing something else, or away from the house.

She resolved to endure whatever he had in store for her. When he stood 
up behind her again, she trembled at being a helpless victim and her 
cunt started to get wet. She was beginning to run out of things to say 
that made any sense. Her submission was complete and she began to run 
down verbally as her cunt heated up to sloppy arousal and sidetracked 
her thoughts.

"That's enough bitch!" he exclaimed as he went back to the cupboard. 
"I've heard enough of your drivel." Coming back to her, he reached 
around her neck and head and slipped a ball gag effectively into her 
mouth and pulled the elastic strap tight around her head. This forced 
the hard rubber ball between her teeth and shut off her monologue.

"I will have some piece and quiet with that in you." he declared. Then 
he stepped back to look at his handiwork and, not satisfied, he grabbed 
one of the ropes hanging from the block and tackle sets he had 
permanently installed in the ceiling of the playroom. He connected the 
hook into the ring on the back of the wide leather belt around her 
waist and took the tension out of the line. Then he hoisted her up an 
inch or so until she was on her toes, but not entirely supported by the 
rope.

"Now Miss naughty bitch, I have a solution to your problems!" And he 
stepped over to the cupboard again. He came back with a metal bar that 
he attached between her ankles to keep her legs well spread. Of course, 
since her wrists were attached to her ankles, she was spread completely 
from both ends. He bent over and clipped a hook in the middle of the 
bar to a ring set in the floor to keep her from squirming around too 
much.

Then he picked up a short, hard, leather clad riding crop and came back 
over to stand at her side. He slowly administered twenty sharp cracks 
to her ass and the backs of her legs. Not hard enough to leave welts 
and definitely not hard enough to break the skin. Each stroke was laid 
in with love and affection and only stung enough to let her know it 
could really hurt if he wanted it to. Judy, of course cried and 
screamed around the ball gag in her mouth as she imagined the pain she 
could have been in if he really wanted her to feel it. She imagined 
that she could not get away from the "terrible beating."

All during the love beating, she kept feeling safe and secure in the 
knowledge that her Master would not permanently harm her, and that what 
she was doing was pleasing her Master. She was content to let him take 
charge and direct this little interlude to their fucking life. The 
certain feeling that he would not really do her serious harm revved up 
her engine and her feeling of arousal that he did not do so ran the 
spectrum from fear to extreme love. It mostly translated into love 
knowing that he did not harm her seriously.

Each stroke was delivered to a different place on her buns and a thirty 
second pause was adhered to in between each to give her time to 
anticipate and fear the next one. Judy clenched and twitched her ass 
cheeks to stop the stinging pain, but nothing she could do would stop 
the fingers of fire that blazed across her butt. The stinging fire 
spread down to her cunt and started it juicing and twitching. Every 
time he hit her, her whole body jerked and jumped in futile efforts to 
get away from the pain, but the feelings of submittal and safety 
remained to soften each blow and make her more and more horny.

By the end of the twenty strokes, her ass was stinging prettily, her 
cunt was aroused and wet and her eyes were filled with tears. Knowing 
that she had completed the task of enduring the strokes her Master 
wanted her to have made her feel as happy as she could have possibly 
been. The very last stroke was delivered across her churning cunt and 
that was the blow that sent off skyrockets and spasms of orgasm that 
delighted and exhausted Judy.

As she came down from the high of her orgasm, she heard his zipper 
being lowered and noticed him standing next to her ass. Sure enough, a 
greased cock was slowly working its way up her shit chute and 
stretching her ass wide. Her ass chute widened slowly as Sid slid his 
slippery rod deeper into her. She felt the walls of her anus snap in 
place behind the corona of his dick and thrilled deep in her gut as he 
pushed on into her bowels with deliberate slowness. Goosebumps rose 
down both legs and arms as he advanced his large log into her guts. 
Some cramping began as he neared the end of her bottom chute, but these 
just added to her overall sensations of total helplessness and made her 
more horny that ever. When he was in as far as he could go, he worked 
it back and forth a time or two, to make sure he had the correct angle 
of attack, and then began a steady rhythm up and out of her shit chute. 
Sid added to her horniness by frustrating her. As she would approach 
orgasm, Sid would slow down to slow stroke her pussy entrance and she 
would back off of her cum just a little. The next time her would push 
deep into her bowels and hold it there until she cooled off. He was 
deliberately not going to let her cum with his prick stuffed up inside 
her ass.

Chapter 3C

She started her way back up to orgasm, but heard him grunting and 
moaning and felt him cum up her butt before she could get her own. 
Then, he walked over to the cupboard to put up the crop and when he 
returned, he held out a complicated set of straps attached to a large, 
nine inch dildo with a set of hairy, testicles attached. Resting the 
dildo on her butt as if her butt were a table, he casually spread her 
cheeks with one hand and ran a finger into her cunt slowly. It stung 
from the cruel lash he had just administered, but she was still high 
from the quick ass fuck and the sting just added to her stimulation. 
When he was all the way in, he turned and twisted it back and forth and 
slid it in and out of her dripping pussy. Then he withdrew it and moved 
up to the loose hole of her anus with the cum slowly oozing out of it. 
He not too gently probed and pushed about a half inch of three of his 
large digits into her and began moving back and forth like a wide cock 
fucking her asshole and stretching it even wider. She saw the reason 
why when he removed the fat, long dildo from her butt-table and showed 
her what looked like a horse cock that he was going to use on her.

Judy creamed her snatch further and cried into the ball gag as 
sensations of lust went off in her that she could not and did not want 
to control. Fear that she could not take the large dildo up her ass 
without substantial damage raged through her brain. On the other hand, 
she was excited that it was going to happen to her and looked forward 
to taking it all for her Master.

She loved the feel of a good hard anything up her butt and it really 
turned her on when she was tied up and made helpless while she got her 
ass reamed, but this was going to really be a large pain in the ass! 
The burn in her ass cheeks had spread to include her ass hole and she 
squirmed delightfully, but fearfully.

Sid reached down and grabbed her hand and said, "I'm going to put this 
dildo up your butt. It will be very painful. Squeeze twice if you want 
it done. Do nothing and I won't, but I will be very disappointed in 
you." This was their safe word and Judy knew that with the gag in her 
mouth he had resorted to touch as a way to communicate and make sure 
she was OK with what he was going to do. She didn't hesitate. She 
squeezed as hard as she could twice and Sid stood back up behind her.

He began to slowly run the head of the soft, latex cock around her ass 
hole and tease her with it. Judy was able to gain just a little 
leverage with her toes on the floor and managed to swing back onto the 
very tip of the head of the large dildo as Sid just held it still for 
her. She was unable to get the head into her and was doubly frustrated 
by not being able to do it herself.

Sid replaced the dildo again with his fingers into her butt He pushed 
deeper and lengthened the strokes into her body. When he felt her begin 
to loosen up even more, he slid his finger back out and pushed four 
fingers back into her anus. She groaned loudly as he stretched her tiny 
asshole further with his fat fingers. Meanwhile he watched her for 
signs that she did not want him to proceed. They had also worked out a 
safe signal of her tossing her head up and down to indicate she wanted 
him to stop. Her head shook from side to side, but not up and down.

When she appeared to be accepting this four finger ravishment with 
relative ease, he reached up and placed the dildo at the entrance to 
her snatch. He rubbed the two and a half inch head of the dildo around 
her pussy lips to lubricate it from the juices that overflowed her 
cuntal orifice and ran down her legs. When the overlarge cockhead was 
sufficiently greased, he moved it up to her distended asshole and 
pushed slowly to start the log of love up her shit chute.

The muscles of her ass were stretched mightily by the big dick and it 
really burned and was uncomfortable to her to be pushed open that wide. 
She moaned louder around the ball gag and tried to move her ass forward 
and away from the big intruder. Sid paused to see if she wanted him to 
stop. When she remained still, he resumed a steady pressure on the 
dildo going into her ass hole.

As he pushed her parallel to the floor, the rope attached to her waist 
belt stretched tighter and her toes left the floor and her weight swung 
forward. She was swinging free of the ground now and all Sid had to do 
was hold the big cock still and watch her body and gravity cause more 
of the big dick to be driven up her shit hole as she swung back onto 
it.

The ring around her anus stretched to the point of breaking and finally 
popped over the wide corona of the plastic cock, bringing another 
scream from around the ball gag that seemed like real distress, even to 
Sid. Again, he paused to let her accommodate the large dildo and to see 
if she would use the signal to stop this exquisite ass torture. When 
she did not, he left the dildo with about three inches in her ass and 
went around to her front and temporarily pulled the ball gag out of her 
mouth and asked "What was that slave bitch, were you trying to say that 
you wanted cock or mercy?" he sneered at the incoherent sounds 
emanating from her mouth. She was practically delirious with lust.

When he recognised that they were sounds of pleasure, and not pain, he 
replaced the ball gag and said, "OK, my little split peach, if it's 
more you want, Then I'll let you have it all." Even though Judy shook 
her head no, she did not give their safe signal and they both then knew 
that she wanted, more than anything, for him to continue the slow rape 
of her asshole.

Her muffled cries were even louder and her struggles to get free of her 
bonds were more pronounced as the cockhead slid up her dark hole. 
Slowly she accepted the large and long cock up the open end of her 
large intestine to lodge deep in her inner bowels.

Judy was stuffed and she knew it. About two inches of the prick 
remained sticking out of her ass before the big hairy balls would stop 
their constant advance. Her ass was stretched to the limit and she 
could feel the hard rubber cock way up into her belly as Sid applied 
and tightened the elastic straps attached to the artificial cock to the 
leather belt at her waist and around her ankles so that it was 
constantly being pressed further into her ass.

As he cinched each of the three elastic straps tighter and the plastic 
prick pressed deeper into her, the pain of her penetration almost made 
her pass out. She clamped her ass cheeks together to stop the advance 
of the intruder up her backside. It stopped it's inward march up her 
shit chute just as Sid had tightened the straps all the way. There was 
constant inward pressure on the prick from the tightened straps, but 
for the moment she had stopped the relentless intrusion into her body.

Sid leaned over and grabbed her tits from between her spread legs and 
began massaging them and pinching her nipples. Then he took out some 
fishhook shaped wires and ran them through the holes he had pierced 
through her nipples several weeks ago. A short piece of string hung 
down toward the floor in front of her face. Each string had a bobby pin 
tied to the end of it with the string in the middle of the length of 
the pin.

Sid took several quarters from a box in his hand and began sliding the 
slits he had cut in them around the strings. This added weight to her 
nipples. As he added six quarters to her right nipple, it stretched 
down in front of her face until she thought it would split wide open. 
Sid reached over to add another and Judy shook her head vigorously and 
looked at him with pleading eyes. He placed it on the string anyway and 
said " I like the way your nipples are stretched so long after a few 
hours of this treatment slave. Shall I add another one?" he asked as he 
reached for another one.

She shook her head vigorously back and forth and made pleading sounds 
around the gag and begged with her eyes, but she did not use the safe 
signal.

"Another one it is. " He said as he slipped the eighth one onto her 
nipple string. Her nipple stretched and felt like it was on fire as the 
additional weight was put on her tortured nipple. The same treatment 
was given to her left nipple and Sid left the room to the agonized 
groans of the tied, suspended, helpless girl with the whipped ass, and 
the stretching dildo with pulling straps, and weights on her nipples.

He returned a few minutes later with a long piece of wire and plugged 
something into the wall. "I was using this in the shop, but you may 
borrow it until I return slave." Then he plugged it into the end of the 
protruding dildo and turned on the switch. The dildo immediately began 
to hum with a low intensity vibration that had her shaking and 
clenching her asscheeks together even harder. Sid cruelly pulled the 
horse cock almost all the way out of her hole and let the elastic 
straps snap it back into place.

It did not penetrate back in quite as far, but the shock of it's fast 
re-entry almost overcame her with it's sudden pain. By this time, the 
pussy juice around the outside of her asshole had dried and it was 
relatively easy to stop the advance of the artificial horse-cock up her 
shit tube.

"Ta Ta slave, I'll see you in a couple of hours. Have fun now!" He said 
as he left the room, dressed and she heard him drive off.

Chapter 3D

Judy had been left alone in an isolated house trussed up with a 
vibrating, artificial cock rammed up her butt hanging from the ceiling 
by a rope so that her toes barely supported her weight. She spent a few 
minutes shifting her weight from her toes to the belt around her waist. 
She was getting dizzy and her arms were going numb from being stretched 
down to her ankles.

She was glad that she had no tummy to bend over. The fire in her ass 
from the cropping didn't seem to lessen and she burned and itched all 
the way down the back of her legs to her knees. Her grip on the safety 
string was strong and memorable as she contemplated getting out of this 
position, but she wanted to badly to please him. If this is what he had 
in mind for her to do, that's what she'd do.

The vibrating machine in her butt hummed merrily and she could feel the 
vibrations up and down her backside and belly. She felt her ass muscles 
going numb and stretching. As she did, the cramping up her backside 
relaxed and the cock slipped into her a bit further. The cramping began 
again and she clamped down on her ass muscles again to halt it's 
advance. She now realized Sid's devious torture and had to admire him 
for it. She would slowly allow the advancement of the large vibrating 
dildo up into her ass over the course of the next two hours. Then she 
orgasmed, the first of many to come over the course of the next two 
hours.

Slowly, more and more of the plastic vibrator was pulled into her 
clenching and increasingly numb ass by the elastic straps he had used 
to secure it to her body. It moved inexorably in until it was literally 
balls deep into her. Each time it had advanced a bit, it caused pain 
down deep and she clenched to halt it's advance. She was forced to 
torture herself in this manner, slowly for two hours as the machine 
continued to creep-slide deeper and deeper.

She hurt so good! Her pussy was drenched with it's own juices. She was 
a deep submissive, and Sid had devised a most exquisite form of 
submission for her. She loved him even more for it! She never thought 
to pull the release string wound around her middle finger. Escape was 
not what she wanted. She wanted to please her Master.

It was now almost two and a half hours later and the vibrator was all 
the way into her and the balls had even begun to try to open her wider. 
The humming never ceased and the vibrator was getting hotter and 
hotter. It felt scalding inside of her. The pain deep in her gut had 
gone away as the last few millimeters of prick had slid into her.

The nipples of her tits were on fire as the weight of the quarters kept 
pulling them ever further toward the ground right in front of her face. 
Every movement caused them to swing wildly about and pull in different 
ways at her nipples. She could see them lengthen visibly right in front 
of her eyes. In spite of the pain and discomfort, she watched excitedly 
as her body slowly stretched to conform to the desires of her Master's 
wishes. She felt proud that she was doing what he wanted so well!

All the world revolved around the dildo in her gut and ass and the fire 
in her titties and the stings on her ass and legs. She was on fire all 
over. She was so dizzy she felt she would pass out any minute. At 
times, over the last two and a half hours the feelings had been so 
intense as she came over and over that she felt as if she were in a 
world all her own. A world that revolved around the hard cock vibrating 
in her ass and causing deep gut cramps as it crept into her and made 
her orgasm repeatedly until she was totally exhausted. The tearing fire 
of the tittie stretching she was going through just added to her 
overall sensations and made her feel even more submissive to her 
Master's will.

Finally, the sounds of Sid coming back aroused her from her near 
trance. Hope of a quick release arose in her as she heard him coming 
into the room. "Ah yes, there's my little bitch now, doesn't she look a 
sight." He said to no one as he played the part of Master well. "I see 
you've managed to take it all in. Would you like me to relieve you of 
some of that?" he asked.

She shook her head up and down, but not with the side to side shake 
that meant she wanted out. She pleaded with her eyes as he approached 
her and knelt near her numb titties. He un- hooked the nipple of first 
the left then the right tit and massaged them back to life. This set 
fire off in both nips as the circulation returned and intensified the 
sensations she felt.

He reached up to her cunt and dipped his fingers into her squishy well 
of fire to see if she was still excited. Then he rubbed some of her 
juices over the sensitive clit at the top of her vagina and watched her 
squirm some more.

"What's that, slave? You'd like some more? Well I can accommodate you 
on that one. How about a little bit more vibration?" he said as he 
turned the switch from low to medium on the back of the vibrator. "Do 
you want more? Ok!" he said with glee and turned it up to high.

The vibrator danced and bounced around in her asshole until she thought 
she'd go nuts. The deep gut cramps returned in spades and she almost 
passed out from the intensity of the vibrations as they drove her to 
yet another series of unending orgasms. When she saw him reach down to 
her clit once more, she thought he'd stroke her again. Instead, he used 
one hand to spread her cuntlips and uncover her clitoral hood. With the 
other hand, he reached in and pinched her bare clit hard.

She screamed around the gag and her whole body began jerking and 
twitching as she orgasmed over and over again. He pinched her clit 
again and she just got louder and more vigorous. The third pinch to her 
clitty caused her to go off the deep end and she passed out.

She hung limply by the rope from the ceiling with her whole body 
twitching and spasming from her climax. Sid reached up and grabbed 
another piece of rope and clipped it to the hook on the bar between her 
ankles as he un-clipped it from the ring in the floor. Hauling down on 
this rope pulled her up by her arms and legs. This reversed her from 
the position of head down to head up and started the blood that had 
collected in her arms and legs to return to the rest of her body. More 
fire of returning circulation coursed through her aching arms and legs 
as the feeling returned to those extremities. She awoke screaming from 
the pain of the fire.

The vibrator in her ass still hummed loudly and her cunt dripped with 
juices as Sid hoisted her up by both ropes until her cunt was about 
chin level. He tied off the hoist ropes and, while she was still coming 
awake, he began munching her sloppy box.

Chapter 3E

 When Judy awoke fully, she noticed the fire in her arms and legs and 
screamed around the ball gag over and over. She also noticed a 
completely different orientation of her body and dizziness that went 
with the new position. Then she felt the vibrator up her butt going 
strong and sending sharp thrills up her spine and down to her cunt.

The cramps deep up her bowels had stopped and she felt nearly numb 
there again. Then she felt Sid gnawing savagely at her pussy lips and 
dipping his whole face into her greasy cunt. That sent her off again 
into another set of orgasms that went on and on and on. Her body 
clenched into a tight ball and her moans and screams were loud even 
around the hard rubber gag.

After what seemed like twenty minutes of cumming repeatedly without let 
up, her exhausted body's contractions seemed to be dying down and Sid 
lowered her down to about prick height and rammed his cock as far into 
her cunt as he could. She screamed around the ball gag again and roared 
right back into orgasmic heaven as Sid rode her back and forth over the 
length of his rock hard cock.

The vibrations of the big, artificial cock next to his cock in her body 
just about sent his cum into her as soon as he got balls deep, on the 
first stroke. He just barely held onto his control and knew that it 
wouldn't take many strokes in this hot and vibrating furnace to pop his 
load. Sure enough, after about eight or nine long, deep strokes into 
her spasming cunt-hole, he unloaded.

When he regained his composure, he noticed that Judy had nearly passed 
out again, but through the ball gag and the exhaustion she felt, there 
was still something of a smile in her eyes and lips on what parts of 
her mouth the ball gag did not hide.

Chapter 4

"We're fucked, we're fucked, we're fucked," I kept saying over and 
over.

"Will you quit saying that!" Brenda commanded. "Personally, I don't 
care if the whole world knows. If I wasn't head over heels in love with 
you, I wouldn't be here with you in the first place, and you wouldn't 
be getting "fucked" like you think you are going to be. Try and 
understand this, I fell hard for you almost from the very start. Call 
it karma, kismet, whatever. I just connected with you. For your sake, I 
wish I wouldn't have fallen for you so hard, but I did. I wish I could 
have controlled myself, but I couldn't. I wish we didn't get caught, 
but we did. We can't go back, so let's just deal with it the best we 
can. I really do love you, you know. With all my heart!"

"WOW! I, don't know what to say," I said.

After several moments of silence, I spoke from my heart.

"Brenda, if I had the power to ask God make me a woman of my own 
design, I would ask him to make her like this: Tough enough to kick my 
ass when it needed kicking; Brave enough to be my soul mate, so we 
could share all our inner most thoughts, even the most painful ones; 
Sexually free enough to encourage my sexual fantasies, not try to 
suppress them; and inspirational enough to make me want to be a better 
being."

God replied, "I've already made her, her name is Brenda."

We were slowly walking back to our homes; homes, which may never be the 
same again by the time, we got there. I was a bit calmer now, Brenda 
was openly holding my hand and that seemed to help. She was eerily 
quite after I told her she was my perfect woman. I figured I try to 
stimulate some more conversation.

"What do you mean, for my sake. What's the matter with, "your sake," I 
mean you have a sake don't you?" I begged to know.

"Of course silly, but my "sake" is glad it happened," she said.

Suddenly, tears began streaming down her face. She was telling me, as 
she had previously, how her marriage to Doug was just meaningless 
dribble. However, she added a new twist--she didn't really care if the 
marriage continued or not. She had never told me that before.

"My only real concern is for you my dear Steve," Brenda continued. "My 
marriage ended several years ago. Doug is just so distant now, and it's 
not just the sex. It's my fault really."

"How's that?" I chimed in.

"Because I spoiled him like a baby." I had to be 'super wife,' then 
'super mom.' I did everything for him and expected nothing in return 
for all these years. I'm finally getting back what I trained him to 
give--nothing! Frankly, he told me he doesn't love me anymore," Brenda 
began weeping.

"Brenda, I hope that's not why you were having sex with me," I made the 
mistake of saying.

I knew it wasn't the right thing to say the minute it came out. After 
all, she just told me how much she loved me! Before I could say I was 
sorry, Brenda just stopped and looked at me straight in the eyes.

"How dare you say such a heartless thing to me. You've been my very 
best friend almost since the day we met. You've been my confidant, and 
now my lover. I love you more than my own life, you big stupid jerk!"

She was really balling now. She was right, I was a jerk to her and 
that's the only reply I could make.

"I know Brenda, I'm a jerk. I had no right, I know you much too well. 
You would never say you loved me if you didn't. I am a big fucking no 
good heartless jerk--but a cute jerk don't you think?"

Despite herself, she stated to laugh. We both did. We sat down on the 
curb, and hugged and kissed, and laughed till it hurt.

Once we composed ourselves, we started walking again. Brenda went over 
the stories she had told me about Doug and herself before they got 
married. Fucking and sucking everywhere possible--in the parks, on the 
beach, in the water, at the drive-in. It didn't matter. They were young 
lovers and they simply could not get enough of each other. They were in 
deep, lust! Brenda was discovering that she loved sex. Doug was ready, 
willing, and very able. Brenda's natural way was to always think of her 
love first. For this reason, Doug was constantly being satisfied.

Shortly after they first started having sex, Brenda had invited Doug 
over to her parent's home for supper. Her parents were crazy about Doug 
and were glad to have him over. Although, they might have had a 
different opinion if they knew Doug was going to be fucking their 
precious daughter at least twice a day, not counting blow jobs or hand 
jobs on the side. Doug was one horny teen, and Brenda loved to keep his 
cock drained of cum.

Anyway, while at the dinner table, Brenda sat directly across from 
Doug. It was a small table in the kitchen and Brenda could easily reach 
Doug's crotch with her foot. The tablecloth was long enough so no one 
could see that Brenda had slipped off her loafers and had placed her 
foot directly on Doug's cock. While everyone was talking, Brenda slowly 
massaged Doug's very hard cock. Brenda had sucked him off for the first 
time the night before, after several dates and hand jobs. Her 
girlfriend had told her about it and she just had to try. After 
practicing on a banana all afternoon, Brenda was ready for the real 
thing. Later that evening as Brenda was jerking Doug off, she slowly 
replaced her hand with her mouth. Feeling a mouth on his cock for the 
very first time, Doug came almost instantaneously. Brenda begged Doug 
to suck on her nipples, which always got him hard, and her very horny. 
As she thought, he was hard again in short order. Now she was able to 
really enjoy sucking him off. This time more slowly. The more she 
sucked, the hornier she got. While she was sucking Doug, she slipped a 
hand down her panties and began rubbing her clit. The combination of 
having Doug in her mouth and her finger rubbing her clit furiously was 
simply too much for the young Brenda, he blasted off, cumming hard and 
grinding her pussy into her hand and Doug's knee. Not long after, she 
could feel Doug's load beginning to build. She released his cock from 
her mouth, and pounded it up and down with her hand until Doug's cum 
was streaming out of its blowhole.

Brenda really enjoyed sucking on Doug's long dong, especially since she 
discovered it made her so hot. In fact, she was thinking about this 
very feeling as she slowly jerked off his cock with her foot. She 
wanted to make him cum now so he would last longer when she sucked him 
later this evening. Last night, Doug had made a mess all over her.

When she told her girlfriend about it, she had laughed at her saying, 
"swallow it Brenda. It taste good and no mess, gee do I have to tell 
you everything!"

This intrigued Brenda. She couldn't wait to taste Doug's cum tonight. 
But she wanted it to build up so she could feel it coming like before. 
That's why she needed to get Doug off now. She noticed Doug had gotten 
a hard on the minute he saw her as she met him at the door. She could 
see it grow in his pants, and managed to stroke it a little as she 
kissed his cheek. She felt so proud that Doug would get hard for her so 
often. Doug made her feel like the blossoming beautiful woman she was 
becoming. She loved Doug and his cock, or so she thought at the time. 
She was always thinking of his hard cock ever since she first saw it. 
She didn't care who was around the table, Doug's cock needed relief and 
she was going to give it to him.

Fortunately, her sister wasn't there to spoil anything. Her sister 
somehow knew she couldn't keep her hands off Doug's cock and would 
probably look under the table, knowing something was going on. As luck 
would have it, it was just her parents, Doug and herself. Brenda 
continued to massage Doug's cock with her foot. She was dying inside 
because she realized she couldn't see his cum shoot out.

"Oh well, time for that later," She thought.

It was fun enough to watch Doug start breathing hard and try to control 
his movements as his load began building. Brenda could feel him 
tightening, his cock pulsating on her foot. Her pussy started to tingle 
and her panties were wet from just the thought of Doug's cum filling 
his shorts. The meal was almost finished. In fact, her father had 
gotten up and excused himself already. Then the phone rang. Brenda's 
mom got up to answer it.

Brenda reached across the table and whispered to Doug, "come on baby, 
cum for sweet Brenda. If you cum for me now, I'll let you feel my pussy 
later!"

The very thought of being able to touch Brenda's pussy was enough for 
Doug. He came hard, with enough of a load to fill his shorts.

"Brenda," Doug muttered "it's running down my leg what am I going to 
do? I can't sit here forever."

Just then, Brenda's mom returned to the table. Brenda then purposely 
reached across the table pretending to get something and knocked Doug's 
glass of coke right into his lap. There was enough left in the glass to 
cover the blotch on his cum soaked shorts. Doug stood up and holding 
his two hands over his crotch ran to the bathroom.

Brenda was always finding ways to cover up her sex episodes. I sure 
hope she was cleaver enough to cover up this mess, but I couldn't see 
how. Brenda had related story after story to me about her and Doug 
prior to their marriage. It sounded like the perfect match, a marriage 
to last a lifetime. Unfortunately, Brenda found out not long after 
their marriage began that one couldn't build a marriage on sex alone, 
although they both tried hard.

Besides the sex, Brenda began to realize that Doug and she did not 
connect in any other way. Outside discussing their kids, they shared 
little else. Now the kids were getting big and didn't need them as 
much. It was kind of sad. The more time they had for each other, the 
more they drifted apart. Besides the few times Doug would get horny a 
month, she was completely ignored. Sometimes she would masturbate right 
in front of him in bed, and he just turned over and went to sleep.

To be sure, I couldn't watch her masturbate for two minutes without 
cuming all over myself. I asked her if she thought Doug was fooling 
around on her, and she was sure that was not the case. Their love life 
had been eroding slowly over the years--no more fucking in drive-inns 
or anywhere else just about. An occasional hump in the bedroom and 
that's it. No romance, no love. Just sexual relief, when Doug felt like 
it.

I often wondered how Doug could lose interest in such a vivacious 
woman. Here was a woman whose whole life was about satisfying her man 
sexually and taking care of her family, and he was too dumb to know how 
lucky he really was. The fact she had a great body, lively personality, 
smart, a great body, pretty, did I mention great body, were just added 
bonus points. The worlds most perfect woman in my mind, and he didn't 
give a shit. Hard to understand or explain. Guess you just can't live 
20 years with someone with just sex as the basis of your relationship.

But what about the possible relationship Brenda and I were about to 
embark on? Looks like it was going to end before it ever really 
started. Maybe, that was a good thing. I mean, was I willing to give up 
Sue for Brenda after all our years together? I wasn't sure. Why can't I 
just have both, I wanted to know. Yes, why not indeed. Well, more 
important things to contemplate at the moment. Like what to do when I 
got home. We were almost to our homes now.

"Brenda, you think we should ask Sally for help. After all, she 
admitted to me she thought she was sent here to help us, as strange as 
that may sound."

"What could it hurt?" Brenda replied.

"She's a strange one, that's for sure. Why don't you see if she's on 
AOL when you get home, she said she's usually on late. Just IM her, you 
still have her screen name don't you?"

"Yes, easy to remember. I will, if my wife lets me in the house. I 
still can't believe she was standing there. I mean how the hell did she 
know where to find us?"

We both looked at each other and said, "Sally!"

"I don't see how she plans on helping us if she sent your wife to spy 
on us. I mean, she drove right to the field. Hell, you didn't even know 
where to meet me until I told you while we were walking," Brenda 
related.

"I've seen and heard enough of her feelings and predictions not to try 
and figure them out. She told me to trust her without question, so I'm 
going to. I mean, at this point, I have little else to go with. Seems 
like my only choice at the moment," I replied.

As I approached my house, I noticed that no lights were on. I went in, 
the car was in the garage, but Sue was no where in sight. I knew she 
drove the car back from the park because I saw her driving it away. I 
could only think of three places she could be, talking with Doug over 
to his place, at Terry's house crying to her, or over Sally's. Had to 
be Terry's or Sally's. No way could she be crying to Doug. She never 
even talked to Doug before. Besides, she'd more likely kill me first, 
then go tell Doug. No, had to be one of the other two places. One way 
to find out would be to call or go over and knock on the doors.

I figured I'd start with Terry. I had a good rapport with her and if my 
wife were confessing to her what a shit head I was, Terry would be 
straight up with me. She'd also let me sleep on her couch if I was no 
longer welcome in my own home. Of course, I would have to quit the 
flirting if it came to that. I already had her key so I could do things 
for her when she wasn't home. Holy shit, it just hit me. Terry's house 
would be a damn site better than the park.

"Now how the hell could you think of something like that at a time like 
this," I said to myself. "You're pathetic!"

"Hopelessly so," I answered myself.

I walked slowly across the street to Terry's house. Only one light was 
on. I walked up to the door but didn't ring the bell right away. I just 
stood there listening. After a few minutes of not even hearing the 
smallest sound, I decided to take a gander through the window near the 
door since the curtains where not quite closed all the way. Terry was 
in the family room sitting on the couch. She had on the same short 
bathrobe she had on earlier in the day and it looked like the same 
sheer black panties as well. She was close enough to me so that I could 
see the blonde hue through the black silk. As I looked through the 
window, I could see leaning against some pillows propped up against the 
near end of the couch. The angle let me look down on her so that I saw 
the top of her head and a full frontal view. And what a view it was!

I could see Terry reading from a small book that looked very much like 
her diary. I watched her flip a page with her right hand, then the hand 
continued towards her left breast. I could see her rubbing it over the 
top of her bathrobe. That didn't last long, as she quickly peeled away 
one side of the robe, leaving her left breast completely exposed. I 
could tell her nipple was hard and would get harder still since she was 
now rolling it gently between her thumb and index finger. I continued 
to enjoy the show, knowing that if Brenda and I had just not had sex, I 
would have surely played with myself as I watched. This sure was 
getting to be a highly erotic neighborhood and I seemed to be always in 
the right spot at the right time. Life was getting to be almost as good 
as one of my daydreams.

Or at least the sexual parts were. Too bad they also had seemingly 
gotten me into trouble. Yet, it also seemed I was getting pretty lucky 
at finding my way out of trouble as easily as I had gotten myself into 
it. However, this time, getting caught by my own wife. Shit, it would 
take a miracle to get me out of this one.

I would worry about that later. For now, however, inappropriate as it 
seemed to be, I was going to be a peeping Tom and watch the show before 
my eyes. Terry was reading more intently now. If this was her diary, it 
must be really hot to have this kind of affect on her. Too bad I'd only 
read a page of so. I wondered if I ever get a chance to read more?

Terry was putting the diary down now. Her eyes were closed. She opened 
her robe completely now, exposing her beautiful tiny breasts to me. I 
was stirring. I mean who wouldn't at a sight like this? Good thing we 
lived in a quite neighborhood and cars seldom passed by. If one had, 
I'd have to turn away and pretend to ring the doorbell because they 
would surely be able to see me peeping in Terry's window otherwise.

But no cars were passing by, so I continued to watch. Terry's left hand 
had moved down to her panties and she was clearly rubbing her cute 
little clit through the material. Her right hand moved from one breast 
to another than back again. She was certainly enjoying herself. Terry 
now lifted her butt off the couch a bit and she used both hands to 
slide her sheer panties off. I could she her pussy shinning from the 
pussy juice as the light reflected off of it. She raised her right leg 
up and placed her foot on the back support. She moved her left leg and 
placed it on the coffee table next to the couch.

Talk about a spread pussy shot! I wished I could be talking pictures 
from the opposite angle. Terry's two hands were working on her pussy 
now. Her left one was spreading her pussy lips apart while her right 
fingers entered her cunt hole. She began to quickly ride her fingers. 
Her ass was bouncing up and down thrusting her fingers in and out. Her 
left hand had suddenly dropped down beside her, and it was obviously 
looking for something beside the couch on the floor. It found it 
quickly enough.

It was a long, slender silver vibrator. I watched her twist the cap on 
the top. Although I couldn't hear it vibrate, I could feel it in my 
sexual core. Terry began rubbing the vibrator on her nipples, while she 
continued to finger fuck herself. Next, she removed her fingers and 
replaced them with the vibrator. She began to fuck herself with the 
vibrator as her left hand moved it in and out of her hot love tunnel. 
When she took her two fingers still dripping with pussy juice and 
placed then in her succulent mouth and began sucking on them, I got a 
boner as big as any I had that day. I started to rub myself through my 
shorts.

I continued to peep. Terry was getting ready to explode; it was easy to 
tell. She was loud. She was crying out, moaning for release. I heard 
her say, "Fuck my little cunt, fuck it good, I love you, want your 
cock, oh baby I cumming so good for you. Ahmmmmmm, yes, yes, yes!!!" 
Her head was bouncing from side to side as she moaned and spoke. It was 
hot and erotic. Whoever she was in love with was going to be one lucky 
guy once she got her hands on him. I was going to have to ask her who 
it was or maybe, just maybe, read about it in her diary!

Terry was calming down now--just lying there and breathing deeply. It 
was very apparent Sue was not with Terry. I mean, Terry wasn't going to 
be fucking herself silly with Sue in the room with her. I could just 
walk away now and check at Sally's. I didn't. I rang the bell.

Terry took her time coming to the door considering it was only a few 
paces away. I understood completely, she was getting herself back in 
order. I wasn't looking through the window anymore because I knew once 
she heard the doorbell the first thing she would do is look at the 
window. When she looked she might realize the curtains where not quite 
drawn all the way and someone might have been able to peek in.

Terry finally answered the door; slowly opening it then much quicker 
when she realized it was me.

"Steve, my this is a surprise. A late night visit, it must be my lucky 
day. Should I put some coffee on?"

She was still very much flushed and still breathing quickly.

"Didn't mean to surprise you or to interrupt what you were doing. Where 
you working out, you look a little flushed?"

Just couldn't help myself, had to say it.

"Actually, I just wanted to see if Sue might be here."

"Why, have you lost her," Terry said with a giggle while trying to 
regain her composure.

"No silly, she just wasn't home when I got back from walking the dog 
and I thought she might have come over for a visit.

"That's kind of a funny workout outfit isn't it, I asked being sport of 
a smart ass.

"I wasn't working out. Just a little flushed from some book I was 
reading, quite exciting.

"Oh really, you'll have to let me read it when you re done with it. 
What's it about?"

"Oh you know, one of those silly romantic love novels us woman adore."

"Must be a good erotic one to bring so much color to your face," I 
said.

Terry's face was blushing even more now. I figured I'd had my fun by 
now.

"OK then, go back to reading your story. If Sue's not here she might 
have just gone for a walk."

"If she wanted to go for a walk, why didn't she just go with you," 
Terry wanted to know?

"Good point, maybe she just went to the new neighbor's house, guess 
I'll go look for her there."

"I need to go over and say hello myself," Terry said.

"Maybe you should wait until she gets a little more settled," I said 
hoping she would never go.

"Tomorrow, I don't want to wait too long, it wouldn't be neighborly."

"Suit yourself, I'll leave you to your novel. See you tomorrow."

I figured she must be at Sally's. Be that as it may, I really didn't 
feel like going over there. I had enough excitement for one day and was 
afraid a face to face conversation with Sally and Sue at this point 
would just be too much for me to handle. I figured I'd try to take the 
easy rode first and try to see if she was online. I went into my 
computer room and got on-line quickly. I sent an instant message to 
Sally since we were both on the same service. To my surprise she 
quickly responded.

"I've been waiting for you"

"Is my wife there," I typed

"Yes"

"Why did you send her to the park, what kind of help is that?" I 
questioned.

"I told you to trust me."

"Yes, but it doesn't make sense."

"DO YOU TRUST ME," came the boldly typed answer for effect?

"Yes," was my meek reply

"What is Sue doing now?" I wanted to know

"Resting peacefully"

"Peacefully?"

"Yes."

OK, maybe this would work out somehow. I never expected peacefully. 
Getting a few dishes thrown at me, my nuts cutoff maybe, but 
peacefully? Never would have imagined that.

"Brenda sucks a mean cock, doesn't she" came the next line.

"A great cock sucker, actually," I typed back. Might as well go with 
the flow.

"Better than Sue, be truthful"

"Environment made it more exciting, more erotic. Brenda's sensuousness 
made it intoxicating. She just oozes sexuality, and she wanted me! 
Great for my ego."

"You have spoken the truth. Do you wish you could fuck her right now?"

"More than you could ever know," came flying from my fingers.

"You want to have her sit on your lap, plunge your long, eight inch 
cock deep within her pussy, while you talk sex with me don't you?"

"Yes, but she'll have to get me hard first. I just came twice."

"Twice! Aren't we the naughty one? Tell me about it"

"She got me so hot, she sucked my cock then licked it dry. She wouldn't 
stop sucking it and I got hard again. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but 
she wanted to wait until we had a whole lot of time. Then I wanted to 
eat her pussy and she let me. After she came, I needed her again. She 
suggested I fuck her beautiful tits, so for the first time in my life I 
slid my cock through two big gorgeous mounds of sweet flesh. It was 
awesome. Then she just had to taste my hot cum again, so when I was 
ready, I jammed it down her throat and she swallowed every last drop!"

"About it in a nutshell," I typed again.

"But your not satisfied with that are you, you still want her, and you 
want her now!"

"Yes, yes, I do," the message went out.

"She's there Steve, wiggling her nice, firm ass on your cock. You can 
feel it Steve, can't you?" What's this, a little pretending episode I 
see. OK, I'll play the game I thought.

"Her ass feels good, so firm. It's going to excite me if she remains 
sitting on me," I sent back.

"I'm getting off, now. I'm removing my shorts and panties. My pussy is 
staring you in the face as you sit at your keyboard."

I could easily visualize this scene in my head, and my cock was 
actually stirring as I did. "Your pussy is quivering Brenda, I can see 
your outer lips moving, they seem to be calling me, they want to be 
touch," I shot back. Might as well go with this, it takes my mind of my 
problem, I said to myself.

"Yes, Steve. It is quivering for your touch. Touch it Steve, it needs 
your touch, must have your touch, then your hard cock inside it."

Hey, this could be fun my brain told me.

I typed, "Oh baby, I'm gently playing with your outer pussy lips. 
Slowly brushing my fingers against them as I move up towards your clit. 
I can feel the moisture on them, your clit is so wet."

"You have made it dripping, my love. It yearns for your kiss. I'm 
putting my leg up on the arm of your chair Steve. I'm spreading my 
pussy lips apart for you. Suck my clit now Steve, it's right there 
waiting for you," came back on my computer screen.

"I see the lovely sight, it is so close to me. I move just a little and 
my tongue goes right on your clit. Licking it so gently, so softly. My 
fingers are working on your love hole as I massage your clit with my 
tongue."

"MMMMMM, so wonderful my lover. Your tongue is driving me wild. I grab 
your hair in my hands and move your face deeper into the recesses of my 
pussy, making your tongue smash on my clit with its wetness."

"I am tight against your pussy. I am fucking your love muscle with one, 
now two fingers. You are so wet. You begin to move in rhythm to my 
stroking fingers, rocking your tight ass back and forth on them. Your 
pussy is not yet filled, so I slip a third finger into its canal. You 
are moving your hips faster now. You are loving this."

So was I at this point. My cock was on the rise.

"Baby, baby, you have my pussy on fire. I am burning with lust for you. 
Fuck my cunt with those fingers, finger fuck me, don't stop, and oh 
please don't stop. I'm going to cum, my love. Just a little bit more, 
yes that's it. Oh yes, here I go baby, yes I'm cummming!!!!!!!!"

"Yes cum my sweets, cum all over my face. I can feel it pouring out of 
you. I'm licking you up, mmmmm your cum juice is so sweet, like the 
sweetest nectar in the world."

"That was so nice my stud man. But now I'm removing my leg and placing 
it on the floor. I kneel in front of you. I ask you to stand and as you 
do, I remove your pants. Your beautiful cock jumps out at me and I must 
have it in my mouth. I place it between my lips, making in glean from 
my saliva. I stroke it and suck in unison," came across my sceen.

My cock was now hard again. Before I could realize it, I had taken it 
out of my pants and was stroking it as I watched the hot words come 
across my computer screen.

I shot back, "I need it in your pussy baby, you know your pussy wants 
it."

"Oh Steve, it does so much. I remove it from my mouth and turn around. 
I place my pussy directly over your wet, shinny, saliva laden cock head 
and sit. I am so wet; it slides all the way to your base. Every inch of 
your love muscle is now crammed into my cunt."

I could actually feel her cunt around my cock, just like I had in the 
shower days before. I could feel it riding up and down on my swollen 
member. Her ass bouncing back up as it hit my thighs.

I typed, "yes Brenda, ride my cock like the hot bitch in heat that you 
are. Harder, faster, pump me with your throbbing pussy."

"My pussy is going to cum again, my rock hard man. Jam it into me. Fuck 
my hole, it needs a good fucking, it wants your cum. I need your cum 
shooting up into my cunt. Shoot it my Steve, shoot it!"

And I did. I went off, cum spewing all over the computer screen, 
between the keyboard. I never imagined I would have this much left!

"I'm cummmming you hot bitch, you made me cum for real, oh baby so 
good."

"Did you like that, my darling," appeared on my cum stained screen.

"Very much, but I must clean up. BRB, I typed. (BRB being the acronym 
for "be right back" in cyber lingo.)

I got a cloth and cleaned up the mess I had made. While I was cleaning, 
a thought entered my head. Was that Sally on the other end, or was it 
really Brenda or both. What was going on over there anyway? I had to 
find out.

I sent another message, "give me just a minute or two. Have to use the 
little boys room." The reply was, "OK take your time."

Sally hadn't put up curtains as yet so maybe I could see inside just 
enough to see who was in her computer room. The room was on the side of 
the house and if I opened her gate quietly, I could easily see inside 
that room without being seen because of the angle. After a quick look, 
I could be back at the computer in no time. I quickly left my house and 
ran across the street. Everything was pitch dark. The gate wasn't 
locked and I opened it just enough to squeeze inside. I looked through 
the window from maybe 20 feet and got the biggest shock of the day.

Sitting at the keyboard was Sue! I just had cyber sex with my wife, 
thinking it was someone else! The shit I'm in just seems to be getting 
thicker by the minute. But what was Sue doing sitting at the keyboard 
with just her bra on and a devilish look of passion on her face. Of 
course, she was having sex with me as well. I smiled. What the hell, 
might as well get a closer look--I inched my way forward. Sue had her 
legs spread and there was a head stuck between her thighs! Someone was 
eating my wife's pussy!!!!! Sue's hands were guiding that head, rubbing 
the hair. Sue tilted her head back and was enjoying the tonguing her 
red hair'd cunt was obviously getting. I wanted to run back to the 
house and type that I knew she was cheating on me too! However, even if 
I ran back now and typed something I doubt she would respond. She was 
no longer paying attention to what was on the screen. Her head was 
tilted back and her eyes were shut. She was quite the vision of 
loveliness, beautiful in fact! What an erotic vision, one that I 
couldn't bring myself to stop watching. So erotic in fact, that despite 
cumming three times in the last hour and a half, my cock was stirring 
again.

Chapter 5

A battle raged inside my head. My male chauvinist side wanted to kick 
the front door in or dive through the window and kick the shit out of 
whomever's head was between my wife's legs. However, my erotic side 
wanted to watch. My erotic side was winning! I was glued to the ground, 
unable to move. I couldn't quite see whom the head belonged to and I 
sure as hell wasn't leaving until I did!

The more I watched, the more aroused I became. Before I knew it, my 
snake had gotten loose from the shorts that bound it and found its way 
into my hand.

"Can I suck that for you," a voice cried out from the darkness.

I came unglued from my spot quickly as I rose several inches above the 
ground at the sound of the voice. As I resettled into my shoes, I 
turned and saw the small figure of Sally staring right in my eyes.

"Sally, you scared the living shit out of me, what are you doing here," 
I mumbled some how.

"I anticipated your presence, and you didn't disappoint me, now did you 
Steve."

"Who's with my wife? Are you responsible for this, I quickly 
questioned?

"Me, responsible! Why Steve, I believe it was Brenda's mouth on your 
cock and your cock between her breast that cause this," Sally shot 
back.

"I'm a conduit of your lust Steve, just a conduit."

"You like watching don't you, Steve. You're aroused beyond belief even 
though you've cum so many times today your cock is sore. The sight of 
Sue's pussy being eaten by someone else is boiling the lust within you, 
bubbling it up to the surface of your skin and into your manhood. Take 
a good look Steve, she won't see you. She's on fire and will cum soon," 
Sally instructed me.

"Yes, I admit it. I want to watch," I said.

"No Steve, you NEED to watch," Sally corrected.

With that, Sally grabbed my right hand and let me too much closer to 
the window. We were virtually on top of it at this point. My cock was 
still dangling from my pants as we moved forward, although it had lost 
some of its hardness. When we stopped, Sally had managed to be directly 
in front of me. She took both my hands and wrapped them around her tiny 
waist.

Sally began whispering to me, "look at Sue's face, it is so erotic to 
see it's contortions, she is in a very lustful state. A very beautiful 
woman, Sue is, very beautiful."

At that moment, a pair of hands moved up my wife's chest and slipped 
her bra over her breasts. They appeared hard and the nipples elongated 
from her horniness. Almost as drawn by a magnet, my hands followed the 
same path as the ones I was watching, and soon they discovered the 
firmness of Sally's globes. Sally only moaned. I watched the hands on 
my wife's tits massage their flesh and roll Sue's sensual nipples 
between its fingers. My hands had found Sally's nipples in unison and I 
rolled them between my fingers. As I did, Sally began gyrating her ass 
into my crotch.

The sight and sound of Sue's lust and the feel of Sally's grinding 
butt, got my cock blazing once more. I faintly heard a zipper being 
unzipped in the quietness that surrounded us. Sally, was sliding her 
shorts done her legs, and now I could feel her panties directly on my 
hardening cock. Next, Sally completely removed her top, at last 
standing before me in only her panties and nothing else.

I continued to watch while playing with Sally's full firm tits. My wife 
was starting to go crazy from the action she was getting. She was 
pounding on her pussy looking back and screaming, "yes, yes, I'm going 
to cum, don't stop....almost there, yesssss! Cumming!!!!!!!!!

Her eyes were shut tight and she was pulling at his hair. His hands 
went up and grabbed Sue's. He then raised up, but his back was to me, 
and I still couldn't see his face. He bent Sue over the chair she was 
sitting on and her ass stuck up in the air. His cock was rock hard and 
at least a full nine inches long. It was ready for her pussy and he 
spread her legs wide to accommodate his length. Then, not so gently, he 
rammed his huge cock home.

As I was watching this, Sally had reached back and until my belt and 
lowered my shorts to the ground. As the stranger was entering Sue, she 
reached over grabbed my cock and slipped it into her hot cunt. I 
started to fuck Sally to the same rhythm as Sue was getting it. It was 
like my cock and the stranger's cock were one. Going in and out of 
their respective pussies simultaneously. Was I fucking Sally, or Sue? 
We both were building to our climax quickly. I could see my wife turn 
around and speak to him. He nodded, and a few seconds later pulled his 
throbbing cock from my wife's pussy and shot a stream of hot white jizz 
all over her ass cheeks.

Sue reached back and started rubbing his cock and was massaging his cum 
into her ass cheeks and between her crack. As Sue began to massage her 
crack, just like the scene in front of me, I remove my cock from 
Sally's love hole and shot what felt like a powerful cum wad onto her 
ass. Of course, it felt more powerful than it actually was. The truth 
of the matter was, Sally only had a dribble to massage into her ass. I 
was so spent from the day's activities I had little jizz left to 
squirt. My cock now went limp, sore and completely exhausted

My cock looked liked it was telling me it was ashamed of himself -- I 
agreed! I was ashamed of just having wanton sex with Sally. I had to 
admit I wasn't ashamed in the slightest of watching my wife get 
pleasured by some young stud. I was turned away from the window now, 
and although I could tell Sue's sex partner was a young man, I still 
had not seen his face clearly and had no idea who he was. Well, at 
least it wasn't Doug, I suddenly thought. Wouldn't that have been just 
wonderful if it had--more complications! Or maybe not? Doug and Sue? 
Sue choosing to fuck someone who had no apparent sex drive instead of 
me would drive me nuts.

Of course, maybe that would be the whole point now wouldn't it? I 
figured I have enough crap on my plate at the moment, no since putting 
more on it when I didn't need to. It wasn't Doug anyway, so why think 
about it. Then again, maybe the light was bad and it was him? I haven't 
seen much of Doug myself. The stranger had been about the same height, 
I think. However, his ass didn't look as old as Doug's ass should look 
and that's basically all I had to go on. Hair color, not sure, both 
looked about the same in that regard. Hair length, Doug's was short, 
like a crewcut I think. Hey hold on, so was the stranger's. No, it 
couldn't be him, could it?

Just then, Sally said, "that was simply incredible Steve. I haven't had 
too many cocks in my pussy lately, and even though I kind of tricked 
you into it, it's still very much appreciated. I hope we can do it 
sometime when you really want me, without the help of a free show, 
which I also arranged by the way."

"I kind of figured you did," was my matter of fact response. So far, 
you've helped me get caught by my wife, then you make me have cyber sex 
with a person I thought was you, then I thought it was you pretending 
to be Brenda, but it ended up being with my own wife! Now she knows 
that besides making love to her neighbor, I also masturbate with 
neighbors, and who knows whom else, in my spare time. Moreover, you've 
been so helpful you even managed to get my wife laid by some young 
stud. Finally, somehow you got me to make love to you, while I was in 
some kind of fog, and wasn't even thinking about it. Yea, you've just 
been a ton of help Sally!"

"Oh, but I have Steve, I have. You'll see," Sally chirped.

"OK, oh wise one, what do I do now," I asked?

"I suggest you just go home, turn your computer off, take a shower and 
jump in bed. You need a lot of rest after all the hot times you've had 
today." Sally recommended.

"But what about my wife, and who the hell was that guy anyway!" I 
wanted to know. "If it was fucking Doug, I'll kill him," I said in my 
meanest face.

Sally laughed.

"It's not that funny, goddamn it!" I shot back.

"It most certainly is," Sally said still laughing. "You men are all 
alike. It's OK for you to fuck everyone in the neighborhood or jerk off 
in your neighbor's panties, but your wife cheats on you and you want to 
kill the guy. Isn't that just typical."

"But I love Brenda," I reasoned!

"Do you, Steve? I mean you had no trouble putting your cock in me, do 
you love me as well," Sally wanted to know? Come on Steve old boy, lust 
or love. Which is it. You've had so many daydreams throughout your life 
about having other women, that when these opportunities arose, your 
brain just seized on them likes a tiger on its prey. Sue, Brenda, Terry 
and Sally, oh wouldn't it be so grand to fuck them all whenever you 
wanted. That's what you really want now don't you Stevie boy. I'll tell 
you this, Sue and Brenda both love you, that's a fact. Terry I don't 
have a read on yet, but you've had fun at her expense already. As for 
me, I just want the leftovers. You've got enough for all of us. Now go 
home and get some rest, you're going to need it to keep all us happy," 
Sally finished.

"But..." I stated to say.

"No buts, just go home. Don't worry about your wife. And don't try to 
kill Doug, it wasn't him anyway, he couldn't fuck his way out of a 
paper bag at this point." Sally advised.

"OK, I'm going."

I started walking, leaving the side of her house and back through the 
gate into her front yard. Sally was close behind. Suddenly, the 
stranger bounded out the front door, and ran right into me. Holly shit; 
it was the kid that was driving the delivery van! A kid had been 
fucking my wife, and she was responding like she never had with me! The 
kid panicked as he recognized me.

"I'm sorry mister, "I, I, I, got to go," he stammered and ran off 
towards his car. Within a moment, his car was started, tires were 
squealing and he was off, quickly vanishing into the night.

So it wasn't Doug, I thought as the shower was streaming down over my 
head. Boy, the shower felt good. Not much consolation though. Why was I 
feeling so bad about the kid, what was his name now, Bruce, yea Bruce 
doing my wife when I didn't want him to stop anyway? All my life I had 
dreamed about hot sex, but for the longest time, my reality was always 
the same old boring stuff. Then, all of a sudden, my wife is 
masturbating for me in the shower, and giving me incredible blow jobs.

Later on, I get some hot sex from Brenda who says she can't get enough 
of me. Finally, I get to do it doggie style while watching my wife get 
fucked by a hot young stud--in a computer room and doggie style. My 
wife never likes sex outside the bedroom, and has never did it that way 
with me in over 25 years of marriage. And I loved watching her get it! 
What the hell was going on? My ego was soaring, but my brain was fried. 
All I'd have to do now is fuck Terry and all my fantasies would be 
realized. But why did I want to do that? Shit, I wasn't even sure my 
cock would ever work again at this point. It was a long shower as I 
reflected on all these things.

Finally, I got in bed for some much-needed rest. I figured my wife 
would just stay the night at Sally's, which would be a good thing. We'd 
talk in the morning, so I thought. As I laid my head on the pillow, I 
started reflecting on my life. Back I went, all the way back to my 
senior year in high school. I was a tall skinny kid and quite frankly, 
very shy. Basically, I was afraid of girls. Didn't know how to talk to 
them, always afraid to say the wrong things. Getting up the nerve to 
call one on the phone, was a major life or death struggle for me. I'd 
always freeze up and just couldn't relax. Even as a senior in high 
school I never had yet been on a date of any substance.

As I was going through high school, my shyness didn't evolve much. 
However, I got heavy into sports and that did offer me some 
opportunities to be with girls. I was always more comfortable talking 
to girls in groups than alone. Even asking a girl to dance was a chore 
until I was really sure they wanted to. If they said no, well, I might 
have never asked again. Because my high school was private, very small, 
and the girls outnumbered the guys, well even I was able to find 
someone to like me.

The first few times I fell for a girl, however, they seemed to blossom 
before my eyes and some upperclassman would steal her from me. Of 
course, I did little to fight for them figuring I had no chance what so 
ever in the first place. It was only years later, that I discovered the 
only reason they quit liking me was because I did just that; gave up 
trying. One girl even admitted to me after we were both married, that 
she wanted me to be her first lover and I could have my way with her 
had I only tried. If she only knew, how was I going to try anything 
with her when I was still too scared to masturbate? I would be 17 years 
old before I finally discovered that little gem. In fact, I might hold 
the school record for "record number of total school days completed 
prior to first ejaculation."

All women intimidated me at that stage in my life. However, it they 
were really beautiful, I would have trouble even breathing around them, 
never mind trying to speak to them. Even today, that problem still 
exists to some degree, although I've overcome the breathing part.

The first girl I ever was able to feel comfortable with was Irene. 
Maybe that's because I fell madly in love with her, and for some 
unknown reason, she fell for me as well. The first time I ever really 
noticed her was on the first day of school of my senior year. During 
that summer my family had moved into a new home, so instead of walking 
to school everyday, I had to ride the bus. I first noticed her on the 
bus ride home. I was intoxicated with her from this moment on. The bus 
always picked the high school students up first, then stopped at the 
grammar school. Irene got on at the grammar school. This couldn't be, 
she couldn't be in the eight grade! Just my luck, I have to get the 
hots for some kid.

Irene was sitting one seat in front of me and the opposite side. I had 
a very nice view of her beautiful face. Long brown hair, and big brown 
eyes. She was about 5' 6", a really nice butt, and as I discovered 
later, really beautiful long legs. I hardly even noticed she didn't 
have any breasts to speak of. Maybe I just figured her school uniform 
was hiding them.

When I started my Senior Year, I was 16 years old. When Irene began the 
8th Grade, she was 14. I turned 17 in December and she turned 15 in 
May. Do the math; I was basically two years older than she was. 
However, the years that separated us in school where huge compared to 
that. It was unheard of for a senior to date a freshman even, never 
mind someone in the 8th grade. Of course, if I had not skipped a year 
of school (it was only kindergarten) and had Irene not stayed back a 
year because of a childhood illness, it wouldn't have mattered. We 
would not have been the same age of course, but I would have been a 
junior to her freshmen and no one would have cared.

Unfortunately, that was not how it was. I might have been drummed out 
of the senior class had I told someone my true feelings at the time. As 
luck would have it, I had ample opportunity to get to know Irene very 
well over the next several months. You see, I got quite a surprise when 
the bus that evening stopped to let me off, and Irene and a friend of 
mine named Tom got off. I met Tom that summer we moved in. I knew he 
had a sister, but never realized it was Irene until we all got off the 
bus together. Tom and Irene never rode the bus in the morning because 
their father drove them to school on his way to work.

From that point on, I spent numerous hours at Tom's house and we became 
close friends. My friendship with Tom allowed me to become very 
comfortable with Irene. The more time I spent over Tom's house, the 
easier it became to talk with her. The easier it became, the braver I 
got. By the middle of the school year, I think I was spending more time 
at Tom's house then my own. I didn't live far away; our property lines 
actually boarded each other. However, it was way more than a stone's 
throw between the two houses.

I just loved being around Irene. Just seeing her would bring a huge 
smile to my face. The fact we lived so close made being near her very 
easy. Of course, I enjoyed being Tom's friend as well. We spent hours 
playing basketball in his driveway. I was always peeking back, trying 
to see Irene through the window and more than once got hit in the head 
with the ball because someone pass it to me when I was looking for, or 
at her through her kitchen window. Many other times, she would sit on 
the stairs leading from her basement to the main part of the house, 
watching Tom and I play pool on his table in the basement. I always 
managed to get as close to her as I possibly could, without causing 
suspicion. I got to be quite good at hiding the many hard ones I was 
getting just by being close to her. I knew her smell, her voice, and 
her essence! I wanted to kiss and hold her in the worst way. If I 
wasn't so damn afraid she would reject me, I would have told her every 
feeling I had about her. I had it bad for her, and it was getting 
worse.

Through the course of the year, Irene and I talked more and more but it 
was never about us, usually about school or just stuff teenagers talked 
about. I knew nothing about sex at that point, not enough to talk about 
anyway. If I couldn't even tell her I liked her, how the heck was I 
going to bring up sex?

In January of that year, a little more than a month passed my 17th 
birthday, I squirted cum from my cock for the first time. Of course, I 
knew guys in my class were jerking off all the time. A few of them even 
had a contest in the bathroom at school to see who could cum the 
quickest. I remember this vividly since they asked me to do the timing. 
They were arguing about that point all the time-who could cum the 
quickest. Had they known more about sex at that point, they would have 
figured out that cumming quickly was not something to strive for.

To be sure, it would have been quite a scene to walk in on. Five boys 
forming a circle, all of them with their cocks in hand, beating then 
hard to get their nuts off while another kid was timing the action. The 
winning time by the way was one minute and 20 seconds. I think it could 
have been quicker, but all cocks had to be in the soft mode before 
starting. You know the old saying, "boys will be boys." We were that 
all right. Always competitive about everything, even in jerking off.

Watching the winner cum was my first experience in seeing that white 
fluid I would come to love over the years. They had asked me to be one 
of them, but I just said I would be the official timer. No way would I 
try that, not without having done it at least once. I knew at this 
point, it wouldn't be long before I had to try it. I was beginning to 
think the priest was lying to us about this masturbation stuff. I mean, 
seemed like a harmless fun thing to me.

Naturally, all the circle jerkers all bragged about getting laid too. 
However, as an adult I realize this was much more fiction that fact. 
Teenage boys are lying dogs when it comes to their sexual experiences. 
For myself, I tried to avoid the subject since I had no experience, but 
when cornered, I lied through my teeth to save face just like everyone 
else.

To be sure, whatever I knew about sex was from their conversations at 
that point. What I knew about cumming, I learned from that circle jerk. 
About two months after that experience, I finally scrummed to my bodily 
aches and had my first orgasm. It was a cold January evening. It was 
snowing lightly, I had no where to go for some reason, but this was 
fine with me since I just figured to go to Tom's house and goof around 
with him anyway. Besides, I'd get to see Irene again, and I could never 
get enough of that.

I went over about seven P.M. after my supper. I gave the side door one 
knock as usual, and walk in. No one seemed to be home, but someone had 
to be since the door wasn't locked. I noticed the car wasn't in the 
garage so Tom's parents were out and about.

"Hey anyone home," I called out.

Then I heard someone bounding down the stairs--it was Irene.

"Hi Stevie, Tom's not here," Irene said.

I was just staring at her, unable to answer. Irene had on tight jeans 
that accentuate her butt, hips, and shapely legs. She had just washed 
and dried her hair and it was gleaming as it cascaded down around her 
shoulders. She had on a white, thin blouse and it was easy to see she 
wasn't wearing a bra. The points of her little nipples were outlined 
against the blouse. I guessed she went braless quite often since her 
breasts had not grown much yet. I was staring at the imprint her 
nipples were making, and couldn't utter a word. I also had never been 
entirely alone with her before, so my nerves were being sorely tested 
as well.

"You OK, Stevie," Irene asked.

"Ah, yea, ah, sure, where is Tom anyway," I somehow managed to stutter 
out.

"Went with Frank, on a double date, thought you knew that," she said.

"Oh yea, must have forgotten," I said, really not knowing a thing about 
it.

Suddenly it dawned on me. For once in my life, I had to think quickly 
and clearly. I was here, alone with the love of my life, even though 
she didn't even know I liked her, and I had to find an excuse to stay. 
Focus Steve, focus. Magic happened, something came to me.

"Hey Irene, mind if I shoot some pool for awhile since I got nothing 
better to do," I said in a clear voice, proud of myself for thinking of 
it.

"Go ahead if you like, my mom likes you anyway so she won't care if 
you're here."

"Thanks," I said and smiled as I opened the door and went down to the 
basement. I started to rack the balls when a thought occurred to me. If 
you're so fucking proud of yourself, why are you done here racking 
balls, while your vision of loveliness is upstairs doing who knows 
what? Whatever she's doing, it's not being near you. I suddenly didn't 
feel so cleaver. Now what do I do, get thirsty and run up for water 
every two minutes? Before, I could answer, I heard the basement door 
open and Irene came bouncing down.

"Mind if I join you Stevie, you don't mind playing with a girl do you?" 
she said.

"No, of course not," I stammered.

Irene was standing on one end of the table, and I was at the other. The 
basement was cool, but not cold. The coolness was having a decided 
effect on Iran's nipples as I could plainly see. There was a bright 
fluorescent light above the table, and it reflected perfectly, for me 
that is, on Irene's blouse. It made the blouse almost transparent and I 
could see her entire pert little breasts right through the blouse. My 
cock rose and stiffened. I tried not to stare, but it was difficult not 
to. I bent over the table to take my shot, looked at the ball I was 
aiming at, looked at her breast, looked back at the ball. I felt my now 
very hard cock rubbing against the table as I leaned over it. It 
tingled and pulsed and felt like nothing I had ever felt before.

Somehow I managed to take the shot, although it wasn't a good one. I 
mean, who could blame me for that. Now it was Irene's turn, and she 
moved away from her end of the table. As she did, I was no longer able 
to see her breasts through her blouse; the light just wasn't right 
unless she was in that one spot. However, I did manage to watch them 
jiggle and wiggle against the blouse and the coolness was keeping them 
hard for me. From time to time, she moved back into position and I 
could see them lovely little tits. I began taking a different stance so 
my still hard cock wouldn't rub up against the table. Luckily I had on 
loose fitting pants so my hard on was not visibly showing very much. We 
talk and played for a good while.

Finally, my curiosity got the better of me and I asked her what she 
meant when she told me her mother liked me.

"Oh, she thinks you're just the greatest, polite, respectful, not like 
the other teenage boys she knows. She always telling Tom he should be 
more like you. She even told me to find a guy like you to date when she 
lets me start dating that is."

I wanted to scream out, date me, date me, and get the real thing, but I 
didn't have the nerve.

"Gee, that's a nice thing for your mother to say," is what I said 
instead.

"You are a nice guy though, most guys your age wouldn't be here playing 
pool with an ugly 8th grader on a Friday night," Irene responded.

Wow, she thinks I'm a nice guy, now I know I'm in love, I whispered to 
myself. Some how I managed to say something useful to the one I loved.

"You maybe in the 8th Grader but that's just a number. Besides, you're 
not ugly at all. I think you're cute as heck, if that means anything to 
you. I just turned 17 and you'll be 15 in May, not like I'm your 
grandfather or anything," I said.

"Stevie, you're just teasing me," Irene said.

"Nope, scouts honor, cute, very cute," I said with the biggest smile. 
My shyness just would not permit me to tell her how I truly felt, not 
yet anyway. We played on.

A little later after some silence Irene asked, "Stevie (by the way, she 
is the only person that I ever let call be Stevie I hated the name, but 
when she said it, it was perfect) how come you don't date," Irene 
inquired, almost flooring me. For one of the first and only times all 
night, my cock grew soft.

"I date," I said.

"Tommy told me you don't date," she kept on.

"Well, I actually haven't taken a girl out in a car if that's what you 
mean. I don't get to use my parent's car at night cause my dad works 
second shift, and my mom thinks we need to keep the other one around in 
case of an emergency," I replied sounding very plausible.

"You could double date then," she commented.

I wasn't enjoying the way this current conversation was going.

"I don't have a job, and I get no allowance, so it's hard to date at 
the moment. I couldn't have the girl pay now could I," I said.

"No, I guess not," Irene nodded as she spoke.

"I'll be working in the spring, so I guess I can date then. Why are you 
so curious about who I date," I asked.

"Just wanted to know, is all. Boys that date a lot as usually good 
kissers," she blurted out.

"You think practice makes perfect," I said.

"Yea, something like that."

"I bet you've kissed lots of boys and are very good at it," I said, 
seeking information, my mind racing, and my cock hardening again.

"No, only one," She said. "And that was at a birthday party playing 
spin the bottle, so that doesn't count," Irene remarked.

"Why doesn't it count, a kiss is a kiss," I asked.

"Our parents were watching," she said.

"Yea, I see what you mean," understanding totally. "However, like I 
said before, you're cute, lots of boys will be wanting to kiss you, 
it's not that big a deal anyway," I said, lying about the not big a 
deal part.

"Well, I wish someone would hurry up and do it, I'm dying to try it. 
All my girlfriends already have done it," she relayed.

"Oh I see, don't want to get too far behind do we. Heck, if you just 
want to get kissed, I'll kiss you, then you would know," I gushed out.

I now loved the way this conversation was going.

"Really, Stevie, you really want to kiss me, Irene said excitedly!

"Why not, I mean like I said no big deal right. If it would help you 
out, no problem," saying it like I was trying to be a good Samaritan or 
something when I was in fact, dying to kiss her.

"So how do you want to do it," Irene said as she came towards me.

I looked in her eyes and said, "just like this."

I had no clue what I was doing, I was no kissing expert, but I sure was 
going to pretend to be one. I put both hands on her shoulders, and I 
could feel my knees begin to shake from the excitement of it. I bent 
down and slowly touch her lips to mine. Irene wrapped her arms around 
me and clutched my back and pressed her lips and body against me. I 
could feel her hard pert nipples against my chest. It was just a 
staggering, wonderful feeling, I wanted it to go on and on. I never 
wanted the kiss to end, but it did. We broke. She looked at me and 
smiled and I just kissed her again. Caressing her back this time as we 
embraced.

Irene's body was telling me more, that she was loving it. We stopped 
just long enough to catch our breath and started kissing again.

My hands were dying to reach for her breast, but I could not take that 
chance, I was too shy to do it anyway. Irene's arms were holding me so 
tightly, I knew she didn't want to stop.

Finally, I said "Let's go upstairs and watch TV."

Irene just shook her head in agreement and we shut the light off and we 
virtually flew up the stairs. She put the TV on but we had no intention 
of watching it. We sat on the couch and started to make out in earnest. 
Irene, stopped for a minute and asked me if I ever French Kissed 
before. I said, of course I did, lying through my teeth.

"Let's try it then," she said and immediately began kissing me again, 
only this time I felt her tongue probing mine.

I responded in kind. I was really on fire, and my balls ached like 
someone had taken a hammer to them. It was the very first time I had 
thought of her touching my cock. Until this point, I was always 
dreaming of touching her, never her touching me. But I was so hard, it 
was crying out for attention. It needed relief. It needed the white 
stuff to squirt out just like I'd seen it in that circle jerk. I moved 
my body so my cock was rubbing directly on her leg. She didn't seem to 
mind, or didn't know better, as I casually rubbed my cock against her. 
I could feel something building in my crotch, and I couldn't have 
stopped it if I tried.

However, the sound of her parents pulling into the driveway was surely 
enough to stop it, and me.

I said, "I guess I better run home. Glad to be of service."

Irene looked at me kind of funny and just said, "bye."

I left through the front door as her parents pulled into the garage 
behind the house. I starting running towards my house, filled with so 
many emotions I didn't know what to think or feel. Suddenly, I felt my 
head snap back and was lifted clean off my feet, going horizontal in 
mid air before slamming down to the ground. I hit the ground so hard, I 
knocked the wind right out of me and I laid on the ground for several 
minutes in shear panic, struggling to get air, and thinking I was 
somehow being punished for rubbing my cock on Irene's leg.

As my breath slowly came back, I realized my thoughts were unfounded. 
What had really happened was I simply didn't notice the clothesline in 
the dark and ran into it.

One of the lines caught my forehead and the force of my running did the 
rest. I got up finally, no worse for the wear, and slowly made my way 
back to my house. I didn't know what to do with myself, so I decided to 
take a shower and just read or something.

As I was showering, I began to reminisce about kissing Irene, of seeing 
her pert little breasts, and how my cock felt on her leg. I got the 
expected results of such thoughts; my cock grew and stiffened. This 
time, I stated daydreaming of Irene's hand going around my hard cock as 
my hands began to slip under her blouse and feel her breast. My eyes 
were closed, and the scene in my head for so real it felt as if it was 
actually happening. I was playing with my cock now with the soap bar, 
getting is slippery. As I dreamed about Irene's hand on my cock, my 
hand started stroking it. I stroked it, the soap making it slide easily 
in my hand as Irene continued to stroke it in my mind. Her hand was so 
wonderful on my member, and I began to feel a powerful rising in my 
loins. My first cum was building, and I looked down just in time to see 
it explode from my cock hole. It shot straight up in the air, hitting 
my chin as it gushed out like a volcano. I was overcome by many 
feelings, especially guilt. Jerking off was dirty and sinful. I was 
going to hell for this. I was going to go blind. Hell, I couldn't wait 
to do it again!

Later that night, laying it bed I did do it again. I just lost all my 
will power. I was having the same daydream over and over again. Each 
time, it came, I would cum. Tons of cum. Years of cum finally getting 
released. I was jerking off so much, my cock was getting sore. I had to 
slow down with this, I thought to myself. After all, I figured I had 
four years of ejaculations to catch up on, but I didn't have to do it 
all in one or two days. Besides, maybe if I played my cards right, I 
could get Irene to really touch my cock. She seemed like she really 
like kissing me. I couldn't wait to see her the next day.

I went over in the morning to shoot some hoops with Tom. It was in the 
mid-forties and the sun was shinning brightly. The light dusting of 
snow we had the night before was gone.

As I walked into Irene's house as I normally did, she was sitting at 
the kitchen table eating cereal looking as foxy as ever.

No one else was there with her so I gave her my biggest smile and said, 
"good morning Irene, how's it going."

She looked at me, stuck her tongue out at me, and left in a huff. This 
was going to be my first lesson in not having a clue about women's 
feelings. Obviously, I had hurt hers. I mean one minute she's sticking 
her tongue in me, the next she's sticking it out at me. What the hell 
did I do?

Luckily, Tom came in, flipped his basketball at me and said, "let's 
shoot some hoops lover boy."

"Lover boy, what the hell do you mean by that," I stated.

"You spent all night kissing my sister, getting her all hot and 
bothered and shit, then you just dump her and leave, like you didn't 
even care."

I said, "what the fuck are you talking about."

"Hey, I know you got the hots for Irene, shit that's so obvious it's 
funny. I don't give a shit if you like her or not, I mean if you do 
it's OK with me and all. Better you than some other jerk I got to worry 
about."

"Hell, Tom I never figured you to be the concerned brother type."

"Well, never really had to be until last night," Tom replied as he took 
another shot.

"You want to play some one-on-one," I wanted to know.

"Naw, I got to talk about this shit with you, I promised Irene," Tom 
relayed.

I was dribbling the ball and glanced at the kitchen window. I saw Irene 
staring at us. She quickly turned away when she saw me look her way.

"Just what shit are you talking about for christsake. I kissed her a 
few times because she wanted to know how to kiss. I liked it, yes, but 
I didn't touch her or anything if that's what your accusing me of," I 
said my temper rising.

"Yea, she said you didn't do nothing like that, just rub on her some, 
that's not what I mean anyway," Tom shot back.

"She told you I was rubbing on her," I questioned?

"What, you didn't think she notice. What a moron," Tom added. "No 
wonder you never fucking date, you're clueless when it comes to girls. 
Good thing you can play ball, else you be a total fuckup," Tom said 
laughing.

"So I'm a fuckup with girls. I know it, but your little sister wanted 
to kiss me as much as I wanted to kiss her that much I know," I said.

"I know, hell, why do you think I didn't tell you about my date last 
night. Cause if I did, you wouldn't have came over the house. Irene 
knew the folks were going out and ask me to leave so she could be alone 
with you, see what your real interest level was," Tom told me.

"She likes you a lot for some strange reason, so I went along with it. 
Besides, I was getting tired of playing 20 questions about you every 
night. She's been wanting me to tell you she like you, but I figured it 
was better if you nut cases could figure it out for yourselves. Things 
were going good to until you fucked it up. Should have known you'd do 
something stupid," Tom stated.

"I don't know what the hell I did. I told her she was cute, we kissed a 
few times, then your parents drove up so I figured I'd better split," 
that about it I said.

"Yea, that's where you fucked up. You just left like it was just 
meaningless dribble."

I just stared at him, not understanding.

"Man, you're sorry. Don't you know after kissing a girl and feeling all 
that emotional shit you felt from her that you could have told her you 
liked her after you were through, not just get up and leave, saying 
bye, like she was doing you a favor or something."

Now this is the first thing he said that made sense.

"So your telling me she's pissed because of how I left?"

"Bingo," Tom said. "Pay the man for his brilliance."

"What makes you a woman expert," I questioned.

"I'm not, it's just what she told me. Besides, she tells me how to talk 
to the girls I date and it works like a charm. If you want to know what 
girls like, ask one. Just smart enough to do that is all," Tom said.

"Well what the hell do I do now then, wise one?" I asked.

"You could say your sorry and tell her the way you really feel for 
starters," he replied. You're the first guy she's really truly liked so 
screw it up and I'll have to brain you."

"I'm sure she'll have lots of guys panting over her she's so damn 
cute," I remarked.

"Well maybe, but she doesn't feel that way. Thinks her tits are too 
small and nobody will ever ask her out. I keep telling her they'll grow 
some more so quit worrying about it, but she can't help herself," Tom 
told me.

"Your showing interest in her has got her on cloud nine, so I'm just 
asking you to be careful and not fuck her mind over," he ended.

Well this could be difficult I was thinking, I was already clue less, 
hard to be careful when you don't know what the hell you're doing in 
the first place.

"Maybe I should just forget it, I mean it's not like I can date her 
anyway, hell I know she stayed back and year, but she's still in the 
freaking 8th Grade and I'm a senior in high school," I reminded him.

"Should have thought of that before you lip locked her. Hell I'm not 
telling you to date her, just don't fuck with her mind. Before you know 
it, she'll be in high school and you won't and no one will give a shit 
anyway. So just stay cool for now. Hell maybe she'll find someone else, 
maybe you both will. Enough with the romance shit, let's play some one- 
on-one," he finally said.

I took the low profile with Irene for a few days. I didn't even go 
inside her house. I played some hoop and pool with Tom, but stayed away 
from her while trying to figure out what I wanted to do. Well I knew 
what I wanted to do, tell her my inner most feelings. However, easier 
to think than to do. I could open my mouth and only air would come out. 
I would say all the wrong things. I'd fucked it up royally, just like 
Tom said. Basically, I was scared shitless. I even quit jerking off so 
much. Hard habit to break, but thinking about talking to Irene kind of 
kept my mind off my dick believe it or not.

The following Thursday I somehow found myself alone with Irene. I was 
playing pool with Tom and Irene was sitting on the stairs watching. Tom 
got a phone call and went up stairs to talk. It was his girlfriend so I 
knew it was going to be awhile. Sounded like another set up to me. 
Neither of us was saying anything. I was sweating like a pig and it 
wasn't hot.

"How could you be so mean," Irene's voice broke through the stillness.

"I'm sorry, if you thought I was," I responded.

I new Tom and her had talked about every thing Tom and I had talked 
about. She had to know I was crazy about her and was just a clue less 
moron with women. She also had to know I knew she liked me.

"Make me kiss you like that and make me feel like your were doing me a 
favor," Irene hissed.

"I thought you wanted me to kiss you so your could find out what it was 
like, catch up with your girl friends," I said, sounding like the 
clueless wonder I was.

Irene might have been only 14 at the moment, but she knew more about me 
than I did.

"Well, that was only for the first one. All the others were because I 
thought you liked me and liked kissing me. Besides, if I had to wait 
for you to ever kiss me, I'd be too old to have kids!"

That statement was a bit of a stretch, but not far from the truth.

"So I just kind of pushed you a little," Irene confessed. "Didn't seem 
you minded much," she continued.

Nothing but pure silence from my end.

"Am I so ugly now you can't even talk to me anymore," she said as tears 
filled her eyes.

See that, not even talking and I'm fucking it up. I'm so fucking 
totally hopeless, I thought.

"At least say something," Irene visibly crying now said.

"I, I, like you a lot," I somehow managed to get out.

There, that says it all I figured, please with myself.

"How come you never tell me then, I mean if you really liked me why 
won't you tell me instead of just hanging around all the time."

More! I had to say more! I thought, "why wasn't I like you" enough.

"You talk to the guys all the time, why can't you talk to me as easy as 
that, if you're attracted to me seems to me you would," she said as her 
tears were drying up.

"Girls are hard to talk to when you like them," I said.

"Why," she said in a very curious tone.

"Afraid they won't like me I suppose," I admitted. "With other guys, if 
they don't like what you say, who cares," I continued.

"Guys don't talk about feeling do they?" Irene questioned.

"Nope, never ever," I replied using my best double negative.

"You've never told anyone you liked me then, until you admitted it to 
Tom.

"No way, they might laugh," I said. Oops, that didn't sound good I 
immediately thought.

"Cause you like me, you mean?" Irene could tell I was having trouble 
with that one. "Cause I'm in the 8th Grade and you're a senior in high 
school, and they would make fun of you, is that what you think," Irene 
really wanted to know?

"Yes," I took a long pause, "I really like you and can't help how I 
feel, but you know, it's hard to explain," I muttered.

At that point, Irene stood up and walked down the stairs, put her arms 
around me and kissed me, very French like.

"I like you very much," she said.

The damn burst after she said that. For the first time in my life, I 
was no longer afraid to talk to a girl I liked. She told me just to be 
honest and tell her what I was feeling. So I did, leaving out all the 
dirty stuff of course. When I got stuck, she helped me get unstuck. She 
knew just what to say to prod me along. I told her what I felt about 
her eyes, hair, nose, teeth, feet, legs, and butt.

Once I got started, she couldn't shut me up or keep me from telling her 
over and over how I felt. We saw each other daily, of course, and then 
talked on the phone for hours. We kissed and cuddled and held hands 
when we could, but we never were alone much that entire winter. The 
funny thing is, it didn't even matter. We were happy just talking and 
when we did kiss, it was always extra special. Other girls had ceased 
to exist for me. Irene told me she like me three or four times a day. 
She said she didn't want me to forget and start falling for some older 
woman with big tits. She had asked me a few months after our "big talk" 
how could I talked about most of her body parts but never mentioned her 
breasts. This sounded like a trick question to me, one that there was 
no correct response to.

I said, "you have the most perfect breasts in the world. I love them 
because they are on the most perfect girl in the world. I would be 
happy to tell you that every day if you like." I was learning fast.

I got many kisses for that one. I also started talking about how much I 
loved them, and that began turning us both on.

It was now June and my high school days were a thing of the past. Irene 
was 15 now and the difference in our ages didn't seem to matter 
anymore, certainly not to us anyway. Besides, Irene was far more mature 
emotionally and mentally at 15 than I was at 17. Physically, she was 
really becoming a beauty. Even though her breasts were still very 
small, they had attained more fullness and were noticeably bigger. I 
still had not touched them, but in my dreams I had played, fondled, and 
kissed them in every way imaginable.

I had read my first erotic novel that Frank, a good friend of Tom and 
mine, had given me. It was well worn by the time I got it. It was 
called, "The Autobiography of a Flea" and I learned later in life it 
has been rated as the number one "Fuck Book" of all time. Over 600 
pages long, it taught me everything I needed to know about sex and how 
to make love. The pages are worn and tattered with many a stain on 
them, but after all these years, I still have that book. The book is 
full of romance, hot graphic sex, and humor. As the name implies, it is 
the life story of a flea that loved to take up residence in human 
genital hairs. How his many host had copulated over the years as he 
travelled from crotch to crotch was the basis for the story. The story 
is set in the 1600 or 1700 hundreds in Europe were even the priest and 
monks of the era seemed to be having erotic fun. It was and still is 
the all time erotic classic.

I used the flea's experience to generate thousands of daydreams of me 
and Irene making love. The book taught me about blow jobs and that good 
woman swallow and love the taste of cum. It taught me that women love 
to have their pussies kissed and sucked just like a man does. It taught 
me what a clit was and where to find it. How to slowly kiss a woman's 
thighs and suckle a woman's breast. How to whisper in their ear while 
making love. How it is better in the long run to please your partner 
than to just please yourself.

All these things I leaned from that novel. It was the greatest teaching 
aide I ever encounter short of gaining experience from an older, more 
mature woman first hand. Since I had no actual sexual experience, 
except from my own hand, the book served as my sexual instructor, my 
encyclopaedia of love. I can not begin to tell you how many 
ejaculations that book has cause over the years or daydreams it has 
generated. I just know that without it, my life would have been 
dramatically different.

Without Irene's love and maturity, my life would have been much 
different also. She taught me that honesty with a woman is the most 
essential ingredient to any relationship with one. Moreover, she taught 
me that it was OK to tell a woman how you really felt and to forget all 
the macho shit most men lay on woman these days. Women, who are 
impressed by machoness, aren't suited for lasting relationships in the 
first place.

Unfortunately, even Irene had little effect on my overall insecurity 
with women when first meeting them or attempting to meet them. Once I 
knew they liked me though, I became much more relaxed and open. Even 
today I still have the same problem. While I had no trouble dealing 
with women on a professional basis at work, once any emotions entered 
the picture; I was that shy teenager all over again. My obvious 
penchant towards sexual daydreams is a direct result of that shyness. 
If I was too afraid of them in real life, but I could always have them 
anyway I wanted in my dreams.

Since the beginning of March, I had been working every afternoon as a 
gardener at a rural mansion. That's when the occupants came back from 
Florida. I worked after school for three hours and half a day on 
Saturday. For my efforts I was paid $5.00 an hour, pretty good money in 
those days. That equated to $100.00 a week for 20 hours of work. I gave 
$30.00 a week to my parents, and I got to keep the rest. Of course, I 
now had to buy my own clothes or whatever else I needed, but I leaned 
at an early age that you had to work hard for whatever you wanted in 
life.

Although my work was hard, it was enjoyable and I loved doing it. It 
gave me ample opportunity to daydream about Irene blossoming body as I 
cut the grass, trimmed the hedges, or trimmed the grapevines. What I 
didn't like about it was the fact it kept me from seeing Irene. We 
still talked on the phone all the time and we chatted openly on the bus 
ride home from school, but it wasn't quite the same thing. I lived for 
the weekends during this time because it was the only time I got to see 
her. I was almost a part of the family at this point, spending all my 
free time there. I was always welcome by her parents, and her mom was 
always super to me. The fact her mom was the hottest looking older 
woman I knew surely didn't hurt the situation any. I always figured her 
for a smart lady and she knew quite well of my feelings for her 
daughter, and her daughter's for me. While she gave us space to at 
least talk to each other, she was always lurking around. If Irene's 
parents were going out for an extended period of time, Irene had to go 
with them.

Like I said, Irene was mature beyond her years and often told me our 
time to be alone would come. She was a smart girl, that Irene!

Now that school was out, I very much wanted to be alone with her. I 
desperately wanted to try out my book's sexual lessons in real life. 
After all, I had tried them over and over again in my fantasies, but 
the real application of them needed to be tested. Tested on the only 
girl in my universe, Irene! I knew many opportunities would be on the 
way, but I was getting anxious. After all, her parents couldn't take 
her to work with them. Tom had just turned 18, and was working with his 
dad. That left Irene all alone everyday, except for during the lunch 
hour when Tom and his dad would come home. I was working in the 
mornings from 8 to 12, the same amount of hours I had been working all 
along, except now I didn't have to work weekends. My father had let me 
use his second car, which I was paying for anyway with the $30.00 a 
week I was giving him. It was a 1961 Plymouth Savoy with push buttons 
on the column. Nothing fancy but it got me around.

The first week of summer vacation was a hot one. I asked Irene if she 
wanted to go swimming and she said she preferred not too. Of course I 
asked why not, thinking maybe she didn't want to be seen in public with 
me. It took her awhile to come clean, but she finally told me why. She 
still wasn't comfortable with her body and didn't want to be seen in a 
bathing suit. I pleaded with her that she would look great no matter 
what she wore, but she told me I didn't count because I was prejudiced. 
That was true, I loved her and didn't care what her chest size was. If 
her chest never grew another centimeter, I wouldn't love her any less.

After much cajoling, I finally convinced her to go swimming at a more 
private place. Though some people might see her, it wouldn't be anyone 
she knew and if it was, she could always go under the bridge to hide. 
It was a perfect place. It had no beach to speak of, but the water was 
shallow enough to wade in, and the small bridge on the nearby road, 
offered a place to jump in quickly into the deeper part of the lake. It 
was also easy to get under the bridge and stand up because the water 
was never too high there. The water went up to about Irene's neck and 
my shoulders. Passers-by could not see you standing under the bridge. 
Several cars and bikes passed their every half-hour, but it was still 
secluded enough to suit Irene.

I will never forget our first time at the bridge. Irene was wearing a 
white one-piece suit and she was looking soooooo good! Made me proud 
just to be near her. We frolicked in the water like the kids we were, 
splashing each other and horsing around.

Eventually, we found ourselves under the bridge. It was so quite, and 
peaceful at that moment. We began to kiss, holding each other tight and 
neither one of us wanting to stop. I'm sure she could feel my raging 
hard on as it rubbed against her body. I had my left hand on her butt, 
pulling it into me as firmly as possible. Our tongues explored every 
nuance of each other's tongue.

Slowly, Irene removed my hand from her butt. I thought I had pressed my 
luck too far, but she was still kissing me deeply and every other sign 
was a "green light." She wasn't letting go of my left hand as she 
guided it up towards her breasts. My heart starting racing. She 
deliberately placed my hand directly over her right breast. There was 
no mistaking what she wanted me to do with it. I began rubbing her 
breast, found her nipple and just like my book showed me, began gently 
rolling it between my fingers. I was burning with lust at this point. I 
was kissing her neck, mouth, and nibbling on her ear while telling her 
how beautiful and intoxicating she was. Irene was telling me how much 
she loved me as I continued to play with her breast, while at the same 
time rubbing my super hard cock against her belly. She loved it as much 
as I did and this made me even more lustful than I already was.

I felt her begin to bring her bathing suit strap down. Slowly, she 
moved in across her shoulder and down her arm. It seemed like it was 
taking forever, for I knew I was going to see and be able to hold my 
first breast ever in my hand-and I knew just what to do with it.

Finally, it was off her shoulder. I took my hand away from her breast 
and she moved her own hand to the top of her suit and slowly guided the 
material down her right side until her breast was fully exposed to me. 
I gasped; it was truly a beautiful sight. I touched it. I got very 
excited from the touch.

I ejaculated in my suit. I don't know if Irene knew I had or not. I'm 
not sure she even knew what ejaculating was at that point, although I'm 
pretty sure Tom had told her. Regardless, she didn't let on if she did. 
She was moaning from pleasure as I fondled her cute, pert, little tit. 
As luck would have it, some other folks showed up at the bridge at the 
very wrong time and Irene, with a little fear and embarrassment in her 
eye, quickly covered up.

Speaking of embarrassment, I was trying to cover mine up by swimming 
out into deep water. Irene meandered her way back to the small shore 
area, as our interrupters started to dive off the bridge. Once I got 
into deep water, I dove down deep, removed my suit and came back up for 
air. I figured dragging the suit back up to the surface would remove 
all the cum from the inside. Once I came back up, I dove down again and 
put my suit back on. Then I swam back to Irene. Irene said it was 
getting late and she wanted to be home before her parents got off work. 
We drove home in virtual silence, this huge awkwardness somehow 
permeating the air.

I pulled into her driveway and ask if she wanted me to come in. She 
told me it might be better if I didn't. Then she got out, shut the car 
door and ran into the house. I figured I just go home because she'd be 
calling me at any second to talk about what happened. I knew she was 
going to tell me how much she loved it, loved me, wanted me, and needed 
me. I was certain of it. It was four PM.

The clock moved to five PM before the phone finally rang. I virtually 
jumped out of my shorts trying to answer it, smacking my shin against 
the coffee table in the process. It wasn't her. It rank again at five- 
thirty then 5:45, still no Irene. What was wrong? Surely I hadn't 
fucked this one up. I mean, she's the one who took my hand and placed 
it over her breast. She's the one that exposed it! How could she blame 
me for that?

The hours just started passing by. I realized now that all my daydreams 
were not going to be realized anytime soon. The hell with the sex, I 
just wanted her to talk to me again. I called Tom at 9:00 PM. I figured 
he could tell me where I stood. I asked him what he was doing tomorrow 
after work; maybe we could shoot some hoops or something, just making 
small talk until I got up the nerve to ask about Irene.

Finally I said, "did Irene mentioned anything to you about this 
afternoon."

"No, been in her room since I got home with the door closed. Didn't 
even come down for supper," Tom replied

"So what you'd do to piss her off, must have been something big because 
you guys have been pretty tight lately," he continued.

I surely wasn't going to tell Tom, "Oh nothing much, just playing with 
her tits and she got pissed." So I opted for, "She didn't want to go 
swimming cause she thought she looked funny in a bathing suit. I talked 
her into going to "the bridge." We were having fun, then some guys 
showed up and jumped off the bridge. I think she got embarrassed, cause 
she just wanted to leave and go home. She didn't even want to talk or 
nothing, and that's not her. I figured she'd call me, but she hasn't. 
Figured she might have talked to you and I could find out how much 
trouble I was in with her," I stated.

"Don't worry about it," Tom advised. "She's just to overly sensitive 
about her chest. She'll get over it. Don't sweat it," Tom relayed.

I hung up with Tom not feeling any better than before. About 10 PM the 
phone rang. I didn't even jump at it this time as I had previously in 
the evening, giving up hope until tomorrow and saving my shin. This 
time it was Irene!

"Hello Steve," she said in a very concerned tone.

"Hello," I could only say. She had never called me Steve before. She 
had never said, Hello" either to start a phone conversation. This was 
going to be very serious, and I felt my hands starting to shake in 
anticipation of whatever pain I was about to feel. There was nothing 
but silence coming over the line; I could hear her breathing but 
nothing else.

After an eternity it seems, she started to speak, her voice crackling 
as she asked, "Steve, (then more silence) Steve," she repeated.

"Yes," I said trying to get her started. "Do, do, you love me," she 
asked gently.

"More than I can ever put into words," I replied in the same gentle 
manner. My hair was standing on end and my skin filled with goose 
bumps.

"I love you so much, my Stevie," she said.

I could hear the tears run from her eyes. I felt sick. I do anything 
not to have her cry, but I didn't know what anything was. Another 
silent pause passed by. Finally it came out.

"You can't do that to me anymore Steve."

More silence.

"Do what to you Irene, did I hurt you?" I said knowing very well what 
the "what" was.

"You didn't hurt me Steve, but you can't do it again. You can't touch 
my breast like that. It's, it's not right."

I could have said a million wrong things at this point. I knew she 
initiated the "touching" and that I would not have done it without her 
taking my hand in hers and placing it on her breast. Once more, I knew 
she was asking me to accept the responsibility for doing so. The 
silence in the car, locking herself in her room and this tearful phone 
call told me this.

"OK Irene, you are right. It was wrong of me to do that. I'm sorry. I 
won't do it again," I responded very willing to shoulder the burden.

"You're not mad at me are you," she asked?

"I could never be mad at you Irene, I was surely worried you were mad 
at me though," saying this with a great deal of relief in my voice.

Slowly but surely, happiness began to return to her voice. We started 
bantering like we always did, joking, laughing, and sharing our 
thoughts. We didn't mention the day's events the rest of time we 
talked. About two hours later, her mother finally kicked her off the 
phone or we would have talked the remainder of the night. I knew being 
with her would be a difficult task for me now. I had felt her golden 
globe and wanted much more. I knew she wanted to as much as I did and 
the whole deal of the phone call was to ask me to take the 
responsibility of not letting it happen again, even though she could 
not do so directly. I suppose it was her way of giving me strength, or 
giving herself some. I don't know which.

I knew I wouldn't try and touch her breast. Hell, I wouldn't even of 
tried the first time on my own. Her breasts were safe from me.

My solution was not to see her at all. If I didn't see her, I couldn't 
fail her. I stayed away the next day. I went to the school playground 
after work and played basketball all day. The next day, I went golfing 
after work. Of course, we'd talked on the phone and she asked me what I 
was up to. I told her the truth, well sort of. I told her about playing 
ball and golf. I may have embellished a bit, telling her I had already 
made plans. She knew this was crap, since all we talked about was being 
together more often during the summer. Still, she let me get away with 
the explanation. It was now Thursday and I was fresh out of excuses. 
Coupled with the fact that she was so close and I was dying to see her, 
getting some of my senses to return.

I reviewed my book for the past two days to find help, but there was no 
help to be found. I didn't think the explanation of, "when a woman says 
no she sometimes really means yes," applied to this situation. As I 
pulled into my driveway after work, I saw Irene in my yard talking to 
my mother. Well, I guess the decision was made now.

"Steve, I'm glad you're finally home. I need the car to do some 
errands. After I'm done, I'm going to stop off at my sister's house. 
I'll be back around five," my mother said grabbing my keys and leaving.

My father was getting ready for work himself and would be leaving 
shortly. Though it was going to be just me, Irene and two empty houses, 
it still looked like I was going to continue down the road of sexual 
emptiness. Yet, Irene loved me, and she looked so damn beautiful her 
smile alone could melt a winter's frost. Really now, how lucky could 
one guy get. However long it took for us to move to another sexual 
level, I was willing to wait. It was just as simple as that. Little did 
I know I wouldn't have to wait that long!

Irene was simply looking fantastic. She greeted me with a huge smile, 
and I just melted. If my mother had not been standing there I would 
have given her the biggest hug ever seen. After she left, I did.

I was sticky, hot, and very much in need of a shower. She told me she 
was going to go home and do some stuff and that would give me time to 
refresh myself and grab some food. I did just that. While I was eating, 
my dad left for work. Just as I was finishing, Irene knocked on the 
door and came in.

"Guess you're stuck with me today Stevie."

"I'm not trying to avoid you," I said like an idiot, totally blowing my 
stories for the past two days.

"So do I get a kiss or what, it's been going on three days and I miss 
your cute lips," Irene said jovially, letting me off the hook.

"Sure," I replied as I walked over to her and kissed her on the lips."

"You call that a kiss," she wanted to know? "You didn't even hold me or 
anything," Irene remarked.

"It was the anything that I failed at last time we kissed, you might 
recall," I reminded her.

Irene got a very serious tone in her voice as she said, "Stevie, I 
simply couldn't bear not kissing you, not having your arms around me, 
not feeling your breath on my neck and in my ear."

She then simply laid her head against my chest and encircled me with 
her arms and said, "I could stay like this forever, I love you so 
much."

I lifted her head and looked her in the eyes, told her I loved her and 
kissed her the way we both needed and wanted to be kissed.

"Let's go down in the basement and get out of the heat, it's real cool 
down there," I recommended.

"OK," Irene agreed.

My father had fixed up the basement. It had a TV, coach, a few chairs 
and a ping pong table.

"You want to play some ping pong," I asked.

"Maybe later, I just want to sit on the couch and hold you, if that's 
OK," she answered.

A wicked temptation, but I was going to be strong.

"Yea, sure sounds nice."

Irene sat as close to me as she could possibly get, resting her head on 
my chest, with my cheek resting against the top of her head. I was 
cuddling her, holding her against me with my right arm firmly against 
her right shoulder, while my right hand stroked her thigh. The smell of 
her hair was intoxicating and I was so happy to have her near me again, 
I was afraid to even move or speak. She was wearing white shorts and a 
red blouse she had tied the ends around her tummy leaving her 
bellybutton area exposed. She was clearly not wearing a bra.

She felt very comfortable against me and from time to time I would move 
my head just enough to kiss the top of her head. It was a surreal 
feeling and I was happy, just sitting, enjoying her being. However, 
Irene had other ideas.

I could literally feel the smile upon her face. Her body was oozing 
with happiness. The feeling this cause in me, just knowing someone 
could be so content, so utterly blissful, by just being near me, placed 
me in a euphoric state myself. I have never encountered this feeling 
before, and very few times since. Time was at a standstill for us. How 
could two people possibly be so happy? It just wasn't fair to the rest 
of the world.

We cuddled in silence.

After awhile, I felt her trembling. I moved my head again and placed my 
lips to the top of her head. I noticed her right hand moving slightly. 
It had been resting on my left arm but now it was resting on her left 
breast area. Her fingers looked to be slowing massaging her nipple. 
With every small tiny rub, I could feel the vibrations coursing through 
her body increase. My eyes were transfixed on her right hand, as I kept 
kissing her hair and scalp. I held her tighter, some how hoping it 
would reduce the trembling-it increased more. She moved her had again, 
this time to the top button of her blouse. Her eyes were closed tightly 
as it she was fighting her hand in some way. She was losing the battle. 
Slowly her hand undid the top button, then the second, and then the 
third-there was no fourth, just the two ends tied together. She slowly 
unloosened the ties. I watched in sheer ecstasy, not even believing 
what my eyes were showing me. I held my breath; afraid my breathing 
might disturb her hand from its task.

Finally, its job was done. Her blouse was now completely undone, but 
not open so you could see.

Irene turned her head upwards toward me and looked into my eyes. She 
was visibly shaking now. She reached for the back of my neck with her 
right hand and slowly pulled my head towards her own, not stopping 
until our lips were firmly joined. I couldn't see, but I felt her 
opening her blouse to expose both her pert breasts to me. She then 
broke the kiss, laid back towards her end of the couch and pulled me 
down on top of her. On my way down, I clearly saw for the first time 
what I had dreamed about throughout those long winter months. Maybe 
they were small, but they still were the most luscious globes 
imaginable. She took my hand once again and placed it firmly on her 
left breast. If she was expecting me to be strong, I surely going to 
fail her. I caressed the left, then the right, raising my body enough 
so I could see exactly what I was doing.

"Irene, you are the most beautiful girl I've ever known." I said my 
voice shaking.

"Please touch me Steve, I don't care anymore. Nothing we do together 
could possibly be wrong. I love you so much," Irene admitted.

Whatever internal struggle she was having was completely resolved at 
that moment. The same moment I covered her entire left breast with my 
mouth. My tongue was darting back and forth over her nipple, pulling at 
it, caressing it between my lips. I moved my right leg between hers, 
placing my upper thigh directly over her pussy area. My engorged cock 
was now able to rub against her right leg. I moved my head from her 
right breast, to her left, then back again, keeping each nipple moist 
with my warm saliva. Irene began to uncontrollably rub her crotch 
against my thigh, causing my cock to rub against her leg. She jammed 
her pussy harder against me, so her clit could rub against the warmth 
of my body. She now had me locked against me with her arms holding 
tight against my back. Her hand clutched my T-shirt, nearing tearing 
it. She stating thrusting her ass straight into the air now, moving 
both our bodies in unison. I was close to orgasm now, as she dry fucked 
my thigh.

She started calling out, "help me, help me, so good, oh Steve, keep 
loving me."

Then she arched her back straight, cumming for the very first time. The 
thought of her cumming, put me over the edge as well and for the second 
time that week, I filled my shorts with hot cum from a powerful, 
riveting orgasm. We fell into each other's arms afraid to move, 
emotionally drained. I somehow felt we both thought nothing could ever 
feel this good again-we were both badly mistaken.

Despite that happening over 30 years ago, it was as fresh in my mind as 
if it were yesterday. I turned in my bed as wave after wave of emotion 
flooded over me as I remembered Irene fondly, more beautiful today in 
my mind as she has ever been. I guess you can never forget your first 
love. At the time, you could never fathom being without them, ever. As 
you mature, you realize how silly a thought that was. But it wasn't 
silly then. These thoughts of Irene somehow had revitalized my spirit, 
empowered my feelings for Brenda, and put my vision for Terry more into 
focus. Thirty years may have passed, but Irene's essence was ever 
present in me, her spirit still guiding me. She had moved me like no 
other, and I'm glad these recent events made me think of her once more. 
Both Irene and the events had shaken my soul. I was smiling deeply as I 
rolled over once again and thought of Irene and how that first time we 
made love was, and still is, the most special sexual moment of my life.